2 May 2022

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

What really happened

Now, this is a weird one. Remember the scout drones that we built? Sorry, this is Nan. They're surprisingly small and can cloak. We always send them cloaked so they are not intrusive. The Prime Directive, you know.

If you recall, our tech can also time travel. We reached out to The Innocence Project about leveraging the drones. It is a charity that we really support, particularly financially. A lot. Tegan and I setup a meeting. We left it that we just had an idea to share. We are meeting with Glinda, who is the Director of Science. I promise to not make any witch references. Maybe.

Their offices are in New York, which is going to be fun. We are staying in Cassie and Luke's guest house. We had other choices, but Cassie and Luke are so fun.

We arrived early with the time change and our meeting is tomorrow morning.

Cassie, Luke, Nova, and Nicolo welcomed us. Repeatedly. Do you know they have an entire closet full of spatulas?

Tonight we are going to dinner at El Parador Cafe. Cassie says it is amazing Mexican food. I'm new to Mexican food but she promised me they have my favorite IPA so I'm in. We're all starving, so we're heading out as soon as we all shower.

In separate bathrooms. Darn it. OK, my shower took a little longer. Yeah, I was alone. It's not like I don't have self-pleasuring skills. Hey, I was still horny.

We got to the restaurant and all got hugs from Anna Maria, the owner. I am sure you've read the story. We had an amazing evening and Anna Maria joined us for most of it. Particularly the after dinner part, back at the apartment.

Anna Maria is fun.

The meeting

Tegan here. I'll play the scribe since Nan is going to be our lead. After all, it really is her tech. Yeah, I'm a part of it and certainly had an impact but Nan deserves the credit.

We walked over, and it is a glorious spring day in New York City. I did laugh because a police officer stopped us to ensure we were OK. He wanted to speak to our parents about why they let us wander the streets by ourselves. Sharing with him that our parents were in Europe might not have been our best choice. He was really sweet and obviously cared but didn't quite get us.

We were a little early and had planned on stopping for lunch.

"Listen," said Nan. "We are headed to lunch and then a meeting. If you haven't had your lunch break yet, why don't you let us buy you lunch, and we can talk through this. We are going to Odean."

It is another family favorite, and you know what that means.

"I can have lunch now, but I can't afford to go to Odean. I doubt you can even get a table. It is the hottest place in the area now that it was acquired by the kingdom," he said.

"Are you allowed to accept lunch from a good Samaritan?" I asked.

"Only if the restaurant offers," he said.

"They will," said Nan. "Worst case, you walk us to the restaurant. I'm Nan and this is Tegan."

"Jamar," he said. We both offered our hands, and he shook them with a nice firm handshake. I think he was starting to understand that we might not be average kids. Then again, now that we ran the schools, things are changing. We walked over to the restaurant. You've heard this one before. The hostess almost ran to us and gave us both big hugs, actually picking us up and spinning us.

We liked it. We're kids! When we want to be.

"Jamar, this is Suzan," said Nan. "Suzan, Jamar is worried about our being out by ourselves but agreed to have lunch with us."

Suzan laughed. Heartily.

"Yeah, boss, the streets aren't safe with you on them," said Suzan. She grabbed menus and led us to a prime outdoor table. We got some glares from people waiting but we are used to it. Suzan will make it up to them by offering them a free glass of wine. Good wine. Really good wine.

We waved off the menus and Suzan laughed. I turned to Jamar.

"We let Suzan pick for us. She has never been wrong," I said. He laughed and handed her his menu. She looked at him and tilted her head.

"Coke Zero?" she asked, and he laughed.

"It is my addiction," he said, with a smile.

Oh. Sparks are a flyin'.

Good for them. Our waiter came over and we got more hugs. He had a small tray with him and set a Coke Zero in front of Jamar and we each got a glass of wine. I got a red and Nan got a white. Nan laughed.

"Looks like I'm having seafood and I'll bet you're having a steak," said Nan. Well the wines fit.

"They carry non-alcoholic wine?" said Jamar.

"No," said Nan, taking a sip. "They do know my favorites."

"Mine too," I said. Tanner came back and set the bottles on the table. He knows we won't drink them all, but we leave the extra for the staff to enjoy.

Because we can. Jamar picked up the bottle of red and his eyebrows shot up. He actually let out a little gasp. Then a wave of recognition crossed his face.

"She called you boss," said Jamar. "And you're both drinking wine that is north of $25,000 a bottle. My official deductive powers say you're from Dionysus. I'll even go out on a limb and guess you personally own the restaurant."

Suzan had just walked back up.

"Give that man a prize," said Suzan.

"Do you think the prize could be a date with you?" asked Jamar.

Smooth, dude. Smooth. I loved that Suzan blushed.

But she did say yes.

Today is a good day. We ended up having a great lunch. Jamar is a hoot. Suzan even came and joined us for a bit, and they were just sparking. A lot.

"So, Jamar," said Nan, beating me to the punch. "Tell us a little about your background."

"Not much to tell. Went into the army as soon as I could. Any other choice was going to end up with me dead at a young age. I loved the army and ended up as an MP, which I loved even more. They started drawing down troops and had a program where an MP could leave the service and go straight into the NYPD and here I am," said Jamar.

"What's your long-term goal?" I asked. He smiled.

"SWAT," he said. "I was on the path to Ranger school but that didn't happen."

"Are you familiar with our Zeta teams?" I asked. He smiled and he has a gorgeous smile. I think Suzan melted a little.

"The program to which everyone like me aspires. Everything the Rangers have and more. There isn't a lot of information out there, for obvious reasons, but if half the rumors are true, then I admit to being envious."

"We are both on Zeta teams," said Nan.

Suzan and Jamar just stared at us.

"You're kids!" said Jamar.

"And you would underestimate us," I said.

"You're kids!" said Suzan. Now it was getting repetitive.

I stood up and waved Suzan up. I knew Jamar wouldn't do it.

"Hit me as hard as you can," I said. She looked shocked.

"I can't!" she said.

"You're right," I said. "But for the wrong reasons. Trust me. I've never steered you wrong."

She closed her eyes and swung. It would have missed but served my purpose. I caught her fist. I used it to push her back toward her chair and pushed her into her seat.

With one hand.

Casually.

"How the hell did you do that?" said Jamar.

"Take your best shot. Put everything into it," I said to Jamar. He was clearly caught up in the moment and took a pretty big swing at me. I let him get really close and then stuck my hand in front of his, about an inch from my face. You could hear the loud smack when his fist hit my hand. I easily pushed his fist back, and he was clearly pushing with everything he had.

Then I switched to just my index finger.

And kept pushing. He finally dropped his hand.

"I don't get it," he said.

"You will if you make it through Zeta training," said Nan. Jamar just looked stunned and then he laughed.

"Like that is going to happen," he said, wistfully.

"The next class is in three weeks. In Dionysus. But we prefer couples," I said, looking at Suzan, who laughed.

"Maybe we should go on that date first," said Suzan. Well, she didn't say no.

"I'll hold the spots for you," said Nan.

"Do you know something we don't?" asked Jamar.

"Yes," said Nan. "But you'll get there."

"You think we are soulmates," said Suzan.

"Yes," I said.

"I think she is right," said Jamar.

"Me too," said Suzan.

Well that escalated quickly. I saw Nan had her phone out and her smile said she got the reply she wanted.

"As of the end of your shift today, you are on loan to the UN," said Nan. "Your first duties will be to go through Zeta training. If you like it and make it, we can make it permanent. If not, no harm, no foul, you'll still have your NYPD job."

"You got that done with a few texts?" said Jamar.

"Don't underestimate kids from Dionysus," said Nan. We could almost see the lightbulb above his head.

"Nan and Tegan," he said, with reverence. "My apologies for taking so long to make the connection."

That just made us laugh.

"So, how spontaneous can you both be?" I asked.

"Nothing holding me down," said Jamar.

Suzan looked worried.

"I'm a single Mom. Spontaneity isn't really my thing," said Suzan. She kept her eyes on Jamar to see how he would react.

I think he passed the test.

"That must be tough. How many kids do you have?" asked Jamar. His interest was clearly genuine.

"Maddie is 11 and Jon is 10," said Suzan.

"Those are cool ages," said Jamar. "My niece and nephew are the same ages but reversed. My sister is a single Mom, too. The kids spend more time at my place then at home. Oh no. That's a showstopper. I can't walk away. Darn."

Darn. He said darn.

"Bring them along," said Nan. "What is your sister's background?"

"She is an amazing seamstress but stuck in what is little more than a sweatshop," said Jamar.

"Well, they must come too," said Nan. "Just a stab in the dark, but I am guessing she has her own designs?"

"How did you know?" said Jamar.

"Just a guess," said Nan. "What are all their names?"

"My niece is Jamee, and my nephew is Mateo," said Jamar. "My sister is Tammey."

Yes, I caught Nan's smile.

"Let's do this. Meet us at our house at 6," said Nan. She wrote down the address and gave it to both of them.

"Bring your kids, Suzan. Jamar, bring Tammey and her kids. The kids can all stay with us. We will do a sleepover," said Nan. "The three of you can go out on a date."

Nan was feeling something.

"The three of us? You want me to take my sister on a first date?" said Jamar.

"I'm OK with it," said Suzan.

I'll bet you are. Jamar was confused but agreed.

"I hope you're OK with McDonalds or Wendy's," said Jamar. "Police officers are not very well paid."

Ok. We admit it. Nan and I laughed.

"Well, your date is our treat," said Nan. "I already made reservations." She named the hottest restaurant in town. Which Amy owns. The only one more trendy than this one.

They both looked at her like she had grown horns.

"We will talk money later but rest assured, we pay much better, even when you're on loan," said Nan. "We have got to hop." We got up.

"Don't you need to pay?" said Jamar. This time Suzan laughed.

"It is covered. Remember, Nan owns the restaurant. She is a generous tipper, too," said Suzan.

"See you at 6," I said. Jamar didn't seem worried about us anymore. I wonder why?

That was so fun

We love situations like that, and lunch was amazing. We just arrived at the office of the Innocence Project. Glinda was waiting for us.

"It is such a pleasure to meet you both. The support we receive from you has truly been life changing for so many people," said Glinda. "I'm not sure of the topic but certainly willing to listen, especially from Nobel Laureates."

"You can stop sucking up," laughed Nan. "We are just Nan and Tegan." Glinda is cute when she blushes.

"Point taken," said Glinda, with a gleam in her eye. I already like Glinda. She led us into a conference room.

"We do ask for strict confidentiality. We are going to share some things that we are not ready to make public," I said.

"Should we sign an NDA?" asked Glinda.

"If we can't trust your word, who can we trust?" I said.

We sat down and Nan touched her watch. Right in the center of the conference table, a drone popped into view. They're little, about the size of a golf ball and shaped a bit like a flying saucer. Glinda jumped when it appeared.

"This is what we're here to talk about," said Nan. "This is a scout drone. It can do interstellar travel. This particular drone has visited over 17,000 planets. It was our first. I'm kind of fond it." The drone flew over and brushed against Nan's cheek and then flew back to the center of the table.

She blushed. I laughed.

"Did that drone just kiss you on the cheek?" asked Glinda. "And that is the weirdest question I have ever asked."

"Trust me," I said. "Your questions coming up are even more weird." I picked up the remote to the TV on the wall. A picture came up of the families on the first planet we discovered. Then there was a short video of the reptile people on the dinosaur.

"How big are those people? Are they even people?" she asked.

"You don't think this is CGI?" asked Nan.

"Why would you show me CGI?" asked Glinda. A darn good question. "Your drone kissed you and I'm guessing you didn't teach it that, which means it is learning."

Why, yes it is.

"OK, keep that positive thought," said Nan. Just then, the screen changed, and it was a video. The I have a dream speech. We all sat their mesmerized. It is so damn powerful.

"The coloration of a black and white film is outstanding, but the resolution is beyond anything of the era," said Glinda. "How did you enhance it so much?"

"We didn't," said Nan. "The drones have outstanding 16K 3-D cameras."

Glinda looked at us and was clearly confused. Then we saw the recognition just wash over her face.

"The drones can time travel," said Glinda. "Dear God. This changes everything. How could we ever prove authenticity?"

"We go back and video that last time the judge had sex and play it in the courtroom," said Nan. Glinda looked stunned and then she laughed.

"Well, that would be effective, but might not leave the judge in a favorable position regarding our case," said Glinda.

"That depends on how good the sex is," I said. I hit her with a killer smile. One of my best.

It was fun to see her vibrate.

"Did I mention I am 10?" I said. Oh boy. She's just thrashing. We waited patiently. We're used to it. Many, if not most, meetings are interrupted by orgasms.

"I am so sorry," she said, when she calmed down.

"Why?" asked Nan. "We both love a good orgasm. We're pretty good at causing them, too."

Glinda was just staring. We've gotten a little blunter. OK. Nan and Tegan. The Blunt sisters.

"What's the case that troubles you the most? Where you know, deep down, they're innocent, but just can't find a way to fix it?" asked Nan.

"Malcolm," she said, firmly. "He's about to be executed for abducting and murdering a young white girl in 1994. Over 10 witnesses testified that he was at his daughter's first birthday party. Over fifty more were available to testify. One of the people that did testify was his priest, who was at the party. So did the only black council person.

"He was convicted in four minutes by an all-white jury, in a small town in Mississippi. In 19 freaking 94," said Glinda.

"I need the time and location of the last time she was seen," said Nan. Glinda flipped through the file she was carrying and pushed a sheet across to Nan. The drone disappeared. Just popped out of existence. The scene on the TV changed and it was a video of a school bus approaching.

"You program it with thought?" said Glinda. Nan and I just nodded. Glinda is both quick and open-minded.

The door opened and a stream of kids came out. Everyone was a little blurred except a young girl. We knew she was 4 at the time. She smiled and we saw her run over to a young boy of maybe 11.

"Damn," said Glinda. The video stopped.

"What?" said Nan.

"That's her brother. He was long suspected, but his parents, grandparents, and his priest all testified that he was at a church retreat that day. Over five people at the retreat testified he was there. At the time of this video," said Glinda.

Nan let the video go and we followed them down the road and then he cut into the woods.

"Ah shit," said Glinda, and the video stopped.

"What?" I asked.

"The forensics said she was killed less than ten minutes after she got off the bus. She was proud that she wore a big girl watch and it was broken in the struggle. It was 7 minutes after she got off the bus. We're at about the four minute mark. Her body was found in that woods," said Glinda.

Oh fuck.

"We have to watch it. I'm sorry and I know it was over 25 years ago, but we have to watch," said Nan. By now, tears were streaming down all of our faces. That sweet little girl, going into the woods, holding the hand of her big brother, who she trusted.

They were skipping. With a big sigh, Nan let the video roll. They went into the woods and came into a clear space. There was a man there.

"Holy fuck," she said, and the video stopped again. We just waited.

"That's her priest," she said. In the stopped video, we could clearly see the brother crying. Nan let the video play. I won't narrate it, but I will say that the priest violated that little girl, while she screamed, and strangled her just as he got off. In her.

He carefully took off the condom and threw it into the woods.

"That's a rubber condom," said Glinda. "What if we found that?"

"You couldn't tie it to the crime without the video," said Nan. She let the video play and we saw the boy crying and the priest shaking him by the shoulders.

Nan turned on the audio.

"Listen," shouted the priest. "Either you keep quiet or you're next. I'll kill you, your parents, and every friend you have. I'll make you watch me do it, knowing I am going to kill you last."

The boy just nodded. And then he got undressed. With his sister's body on the ground.

What the priest did next made the boy bleed.

Badly.

Nan turned off the video and Glinda put her face into her hands. We are all still crying.

"I can't use this. No one will accept it," said Glinda. "The boy in the video committed suicide in 1999."

"So here's the deal," said Nan, in her stern voice. Glinda looked up, surprised.

"I'm going to be harsh, and it is going to hurt, but it is our only choice," said Nan. "You are going to file an injunction, calling for a hold on the execution, based on this evidence. You will lose. Malcolm will be executed. I hate it and you hate it and in the end he will be proven innocent, but there is nothing we can to do get the courts to accept this evidence that will save Malcolm. I will personally explain it to him and thank him for the ultimate sacrifice that he will be making to save others in his situation. I believe he will accept the situation with both honor and pride."

"He will be a hero," she added.

We cried for almost an hour before we could put our plan together. I'll come back to it. We need a little happiness in this story. I just can't write it. Nothing happened with Glinda that night. We just couldn't.

The Supreme Freaking Court

Every young attorney's dream. Maybe just not quite as young as my co-counsel and me. The justices just filed in and sat down. The circumstances are horrific. Malcolm was executed. Much was made of the fact that he was smiling when he died, but we got it. He was pleased that his sacrifice would help others and that was all that mattered to him. Nan, Tegan, Glinda and I were the only witnesses that came to support him. He winked at us just before he died. I will be forever sad but will always remember the strength of the man.

Sorry, tearing up a bit. Let's focus.

For some reason, all the justices were staring at us. Imagine that. I guess I should mention this is Nylah. I'll let my co-counsel introduce herself shortly. One of the justices blurted out "What the fuck is this". I won't name them, but I will say there was no respect coming from me. If you can't treat women well, I don't think much of you. When your wife is a political hack, that just cements it.

We just stood there but realized he expected something.

"My apologies," I said. "Was there a question? Your wording could be interpreted in a number of ways and I wouldn't want there to be a misunderstanding given the blatant reference to sex."

Yeah, yeah, shouldn't have done it. Fuck him.

"Who are you children and where is counsel?" he asked.

"I am lead counsel," I replied.

"I am co-counsel," said Nan. Yep. Nan. Just wait for it.

"And where is your technical expert and the designer of this device?" he asked.

"Still me," said Nan.

The court was quiet for a bit. The other judges were leaving him hanging and it was glorious. I get that he might not know me, but given I am Princess Nylah, he must not be that aware of our world. Then again. Nobel prize. Twice.

"From where did you get your degree?" he asked.

"We both received our degrees from Dionysus Harvard," I replied.

"And how old are you?" he asked. I wasn't going there. I just wasn't. I waited him out.

Note from the author: I wrote this next section long before Ruth Bader Ginsberg passed away. Truly devastating for me that such a strong powerful woman was treated with such disrespect. I left her in the story in her honor. I know, stupid sex story, but the woman is, and always will, be a legend.

"You damn well know you can't ask that," said RBG. God, I love that woman. She got a glare, but he shut up, briefly. He rarely asks any questions, so this is out of character anyway. He was looking at paperwork and suddenly his head popped up. I knew from context this question was for Nan.

"This says you passed the bar on Friday," he said, clearly surprised.

"Yes, your honor," replied Nan, giving him nothing. Nan's little. As little as me. We're little.

"When did you begin law school?" he asked, clearly confused.

"Monday," replied Nan, with a smile.

"Monday isn't very responsive, now is it?" he said, in a snarky voice. Great, we're in the Supreme Court Justice gets snarky phase of the trial.

"I believe it was, your honor, but apologize if there was confusion. I passed the bar on Friday. I began law school on that same Monday," said Nan.

"So Harvard is just selling degrees," he said.

"No, your honor," said Nan. "I refer you to my score on the bar exam." He looked down and found the right spot and his head popped up.

"This says that you scored a perfect 100% and that you completed the 6-hour exam in 19 minutes," he said.

"Yes, your honor," said Nan.

Which is why he spent the next 45 minutes peppering us with questions about useless historical cases. In every case, he was blatantly misrepresenting the specific case and ignoring subsequent rulings.

You don't get away with that shit with us. Our responses included every relevant subsequent ruling. We were not going to get tripped up. His final question to try to embarrass us was directed at me, but it was so ludicrous that Nan snorted. I just turned and waited.

"Really? Here? In the Supreme Court?" said Nan and I just smiled at her. She was clearly done. She turned to the Justice and in the sweetest voice, with 100% accuracy, just eviscerated him. To the core. As in the other justices were outright laughing. Finally they all calmed down.

You can imagine the articles that were written about the entire court laughing at him.

"I believe that ends the questioning the qualifications of two brilliant young women phase of the trial," said RBG.

You have got to love this woman.

You have to. I think it is one of our few laws in Dionysus. OK, maybe not, but it should be. I'm going to propose it.

"I wouldn't accept it," thought a voice in my head. I looked up and RBG winked at me. Damn. We know what causes this now. That got a snort out of RBG.

Loving her even more.

We had brought an entire library of videos that could prove the technology. Some were innocuous. Some were not. I helped pick them.

We went back and forth for an entire day with motions from the US Attorney. They were almost universally poorly prepared and lacking relevant case law. Worse, no one on their team knew the case law.

I admit, Nan and I had a hell of a lot of fun. They'd make some semi-ludicrous motion, and we'd take them apart with case references. Before you think that we're so damn knowledgeable, every single one of our references was taught in the first year. When the second day started and they filed another motion, from a thick stack of paper, the Chief Justice jumped in.

"Do you have any motions that can't be easily disputed by a first year law student?" asked the Chief Justice. "Because we all knew the references these young ladies made and either you do, too, and are filing frivolous motions, or you don't, which borders on malpractice." The US attorney set down the papers in his hand and his second chair swept the entire pile into one of those giant lawyer bags.

Should we have lawyer bags? We don't even have a pad and pen. We'll remember everything, and if we don't, we'll send a drone back to play it for us again. That's when RBG threw us a softball.

"I see you are not even taking any notes," said RBG. "Why is that?" We hoped this would come up. So hoped.

Nan got this one.

"There is simply no need," said Nan. "Should we need to remember what happened, we'll send a drone back to replay the day."

"Have you brought drones with you today?" asked RBG. "Or perhaps they're too big to bring to the court?"

That's when six drones uncloaked, covering the entire courtroom. The bailiff wheeled out a big TV and we watched one drone blink out. It came back almost instantaneously. It's coming back from the past. It knows what time it was when it started. The video on the screen started playing RBG's interaction basically calling out the US attorney.

"That's silly," said the judge who I shall not name. The douche. OK, that doesn't narrow it down. The douche who usually doesn't talk.

"Do I have your permission to send the drone to an appropriate time in your recent history that you can confirm is true?" asked Nylah. I am working so hard not to grin.

"Well, given this is a farce, sure, you have my permission," he said. A different drone blinked out. Oh, it really went and recorded the event, but it was an event we found with a lot of watching a very, very boring life.

The drone popped back, and the video started playing. It was the justice, with his radically right-wing wife, in the Oval office with the wackadoodle that is in our prison now.

They were discussing how the conservative justices on the court were openly colluding to favor that president's goals. They laughed about how they were walking all over precedent.

Then, to my surprise, the conversation got surprisingly racist. If you haven't figured it out, this justice is black. Evidently he hates poor people, especially poor black people.

He's a winner.

He huffed and puffed and called it all fake.

Then the video changed to him sitting on a chair in his office, with his hard cock being sucked by a very pretty young woman. And a very pretty young man.

Both underage in the US.

"Both of these children will testify to the accuracy of this video," I said. "We can produce hundreds more that are disturbingly similar. We also can show the payoff stream to the parents of many of the children. You're buying child sex from their parents."

He just sat there, realizing the implications. We could lock down every single sex act with a video and testimony of one or both of the children involved. We can show financial records connecting the justice with the parents.

Many of the videos included his wife, and one other justice. The videos also showed that the other justice still has a drinking problem with beer.

Nan turned off the video and we just stood there. The entire room was in shock. We'd just watched a sitting justice sexually abuse children with another sitting justice.

The second justice started screaming about the deep state and fake videos. I think he teared up, too. He was just screaming!

That's when the scene on the TV changed. It was a bedroom with some high school kids. The color schemes were crazy. Oranges. Greens.

Oh shit. She didn't. Nylah didn't.

She freaking did. He didn't black out. He knew exactly what he was doing. Everything she described was 100% accurate, down to the narrow staircase and the people in the room. It went farther than she testified. I suspect she blacked it out.

I have to say, the justice has a really weird birthmark on his ass.

Holy shit. He has a really weird birth mark on his ass. This was our absolute proof. It is a big birthmark that basically looked like a giraffe fucking the state of Texas.

I said it was weird. Just then the doors opened, and a team of people walked in wearing FBI windbreakers. Meni, who you may recall is 11, was in the lead, holding a sheaf of papers. She walked right through the swinging gate and up to the Chief Justice. She held up the papers, but she was too short, and he was too high, so she handed them to the agent next to her, who handed them to the Chief Justice. We get it, sister. The sisterhood of the short girls.

"Now?" he said. "You're doing this now?" Then he quieted for a moment and Meni waited him out.

"Holy shit," said the Chief Justice. Into the record. "If he has that birthmark, this tech is fucking real."

Ah. Let's add fucking to the record. I think he realized he said it and just didn't care. He turned to us.

"This would revolutionize solving crime. It would damn near stop crime. You wouldn't get away with anything, no matter how small. You can go back to Nixon. To Clinton. Hell, to Trump and see it in all its glory," said the Chief Justice.

"Chief Justice, you do recall being in one of those videos," said Meni. He nodded.

"Before you arrest me, can we vote?" he asked. "I commit to make my vote in the affirmative."

And he did. He completely submarined himself with that vote. He did the right thing, for once.

Kyrsten announced the replacement justices the very next day. Her choices were outstanding. RBG retired and Kyrsten filled that position, too.

She offered one of the positions to Nylah, who respectfully declined. Jeez. That would be some lifetime appointment.

She offered one to Blake, too. He really agonized over it, but eventually declined, too.

The court was going to be more compassionate for generations. Every confirmed justice was under thirty.

Meni is one of them.

So our first step...

Glinda here. Yeah, in the journal. Tells you a bit, now, doesn't it? But this is about technology and the truth. We knew there were going to be skeptics. The Supreme Court had ruled, but there was a bit of controversy given the outcome over the subsequent few days. Did anyone mention that Meni wasn't just appointed, but is the Chief Justice?

Powerful young women, right?

Today we are deploying the first batch of drones. We are going to prove the innocence of dead people. People that are dead because they were put to death for a crime they did not commit.

Proving our point.

Finally.

Tech is my thing

Meg, here. Geez, all these journal entries and I've never gotten one? Does anyone even remember me? You know, BBF assistant and the leader of the Clearwater pack now that Amelia abandoned us? OK, kidding about that last one. My role has gotten much broader, and I like it in Florida. My family and friends are here, and I wasn't willing to move. Nobody cared, meaning that no one pressured me. I worked out of Bob's old house. You know, the 38-acre complex with the mansion. It was a rough gig, but somebody had to do it.

I admit I am sad reading the section of the journal before me. Sad and happy, I guess, because their tech is going to change the world for the better.

I wanted to write about the new venture that I started. I was surprised that I got zoning approval to do it at the house, but I did. Remember how the BBF fund gives small grants for high schoolers to develop their ideas? We had expanded it way down and had a couple people as young as 7-years-old that have gotten grants, but that's not the point of this post. You've met people like Carlina and Nan, so brilliant 7-year-olds aren't even surprising.

What I had noticed was that the flame out rate for our funded startups was too high. It was no higher than startups in general, but we wanted them all to succeed. Not every idea would, but we wanted them to have the best possible opportunity.

So I started an accelerator. I didn't even ask Bob. I just did it. He eventually found out and loved the idea and congratulated me. Never once did he say anything about how I should have asked. That's just not Bob. Since this property was already registered as Dionysus property, it did make a lot of things easier. Since the word had pretty much gotten out about, you know, before someone was accepted into our incubator program, we had a long talk with their parents. You see, the kids moved into the house for a 12-week program, under our supervision, and the parents didn't come. We wanted to make sure they understood that we weren't going to try to stop them from having fun and that for the older kids, we might even join in. I hired one full-time person to run the entire program. Wiz had experience in running a successful accelerator and was intrigued by the amount of money we had in play. Oh, his name wasn't Wiz, it was Francois, but he went by Wiz. Let me tell you, he was a wizard and I know you can figure out what I mean.

Not one parent objected. The world was changing. We had expanded what we would fund, too. It wasn't just apps anymore. The kids were into AI, robotics, communications, medicine, and more. It was incredible. We basically took the BBF grantees and if they started to take off, offered them a slot in our program. It was just Denny, Alex, and me, along with Juan and Sofia, so we limited it to ten kids at a time. Why ten? We didn't know. It just seemed like a manageable number. Two for each of us. Wiz didn't mentor since he was running the program. One of the components of the program was driver's training, too. We did it at Amy's airport. All the kids got to do it and with their parent's permission, if they did well, we issued a license.

They liked that part, but not nearly as much as our desserts. You know. S'mores.

The process was pretty simple. Each participant was assigned a mentor. Each mentor had two students, so sometimes they worked as a team. We used a process available from the Open Accelerator Program. It was pretty slick and well-developed. Unlike most accelerators, we didn't require them to give up ownership. They could attend the program, for free, and walk away with the benefit. However, at the end of the program, we did a bit of a Shark tank, where they presented their pitch for investors. That was one of the things that we mentored them on. How to ask for money. If we liked it, we offered them money on the spot, in exchange for partial ownership. When we did, they always accepted, because our terms were wildly more generous than any traditional VC firm. We also wanted our team to benefit, so while Bob put up all the money, each of us owned 20% of the investment. Bob owned the rest. What a win for us. I had excluded myself from that program, since it didn't seem right, but Bob laughed at me. Laughed.

We'd run two sessions so far and today was the introduction day for the next program. All ten kids had arrived. Most had come with their parents and we paid for their tickets. Four of them had come on a plane by themselves and we'd picked them up at the airport. That was cool with us. We laughed because kids 14 and under had to pay to be unaccompanied minors. We had 7-year-olds flying space planes. Silly. No, forgot Jessica and Bill. Oh, and Tia and Jax. You get the point. Perhaps it would be reinforced that today Bill and Jessica were having lunch on the moon. I don't even know why I know that.

I won't introduce them all right now, but it was an incredibly diverse set of kids. Remember, most came from disadvantaged families and schools that just weren't very good. Coming to this was incredible for them. We ran them even during the school year and so far no school has objected. I think they all knew what an incredible opportunity it was for the kids. Maybe even a chance to break out of their circumstances. That's likely also why the parents were on board.

The mix was incredible. They ranged from 9 to 15 years old, but skewed young, which was fun. The last class had been 7 to 11-year-olds. That had been interesting. There was no reason for the ages. We picked based on their application and their proposal. We had six girls and four boys. Three black, three Hispanic, one Native American, two Asians, and one white. We'd actually had several Native American kids because we'd really focused the program on reservations. Can you believe those still exist?

9, 9, 10, 10, 10, 11, 11, 13, 13, 15. Average right at 11 years old. For a program that started in high schools, that was pretty cool. In the first two classes, there was one dominant kid that quickly became the leader of the pack. In this class, it was Saqui, an adorable 10-year-old Native American girl. Damn she was powerful. All the kids weren't there 10 minutes before she had them all in the pool. Skinny dipping. Well, what can I say? Every class had a shy kid or two as well. Not body shy. Kids rarely are. Just not great at meeting new people. In this class, to my surprise, the 15-year-old, Albert, was painfully shy, but game. He was the last one to strip, but damn, he didn't have a reason to be shy. Holy shit. I suspected he was a virgin but wouldn't be by tomorrow. No, no, I wasn't seducing him, but someone would. He was ripped and had a 6-inch (15 cm) cock and it wasn't hard! He had the most amazing look, too. He was clearly Italian, both in look and the way he carried himself. It's hard to describe, but you'd know it. There was something else, though. A touch of something exotic. He is model gorgeous, and he has no idea.

The other shy kid was one of the 9-year-olds, Ander. A cute little Hispanic guy. Saqui clearly liked what she saw in Ander because she was flirting with him. Hard. Then he got hard.

Well, we could see where this was going. She dragged him out of the pool and after explaining how it all worked, had him fucking her doggy style. She literally had to teach him first.

We hadn't made it 15 minutes, yet. It set off a bit of a chain reaction. The balance was wrong, so two girls didn't have a boy. They made do in spectacular fashion. One 9, the other 13. Damn it was sexy. None of us joined in, yet. Albert, the 15-year-old, had damn near been attacked by Li, one of the 11-year-olds. Once they were done, she led him over to me and asked if we could have a threesome.

Yes we could. Li is cool, too. She's clearly Asian, but it is almost like she has a little something else, too. At first I assumed she was Filipino or something like that because her skin is a little darker, but it's a different shade. Almost the same shade as Albert. Weird.

She led us over to one of the double lounges. She was patiently explaining everything to Albert, who was hard again. Hot damn, he had a 9-inch (23 cm) uncut cock. It was oozing precum. I couldn't resist and wiped it off with my finger and licked it off. That got a smile from Li and a look of shock from Albert. Oh heck, if that shocked him... I dropped to my knees and took him in my mouth and started bobbing up and down. Oh, I could deep throat. You knew I could. Heck, everyone I know can. If they can't, someone teaches them.

We'd taught the entire last class. OK, they learned more than business.

I only sucked briefly because I knew where I wanted that cock. I got on my knees and wiggled. Li leaned down.

"Are you OK with it in the ass?" asked Li. Well we did try to teach the kids. I pointed to a small table and Li opened the drawer to find several choices in lube, which got me a big smile in return. She grabbed a bottle and walked back and patiently explained to Albert about ass fucking. At first he was a little squeamish, and she offered that he didn't have to, but she felt like he would enjoy it and she promised to properly clean him afterward. He was a game kid for being shy, and she taught him how to lube me up and prepare me.

Oh, I was ready. He was so gentle and slid in more easily than I expected. This was such a turn on. I loved kids learning and growing.

Oh, he grew. I could feel him getting bigger and knew he was close. He just filled me up. He pulled out and Li explained cleanup. He was again a little freaked, but she leaned down and demonstrated. Oh God, that felt good. After a few moments, I felt a different tongue and looked back.

Albert was opening up. I don't know if she explained it or it was his idea, but he slid up and kissed me the cum.

Damn. He could kiss. I complimented him on his kissing, and he blushed. It was so cute.

"I, um, I, uh, have had some experience with kissing," he said, turning bright red. Just then he stopped and was staring at something. I looked over and one of the boys was fucking Wiz in the ass. Well sure.

"That's OK? Two boys?" said Albert. Oh. I sat up and turned to him.

"Albert, this is really important," I said, taking his hand. "Everything is OK here. We're very open and understanding. This is the safest place you've ever been in your life. You'll find almost everyone you meet here is interested in men and women. We believe everyone is, to a degree, and it is just outside pressure that prevents people from enjoying themselves." We'd already had the sex versus love conversation with all the kids. It was in our orientation, and we covered this part, too, but Albert still had concerns.

"You really meant that? I heard it, but this is all a little unbelievable," he said. Yes, it sure was. I saw Pedro, Juan's son and called him over.

"Albert, this is Pedro. If you have interests in experimenting with a boy, I am sure Pedro would be happy to be a patient teacher. It doesn't have to be out here," I said. "You can always take things into your bedroom. We told you how to call a maid if you make a mess."

"Sure," said Pedro. "I love sex. We can bring another boy or a girl if that helps." That got a smile from Albert.

"A girl? We could bring a girl?", said Albert. Li was smiling and clearly open to it, but I think she realized Albert should experiment, because she drifted away. She walked over to one of the other girls, an incredibly cute 10-year-old Hispanic girl named Luciana. They talked for a minute and then Luciana walked over.

"If I am not being impolite, I am interested in both of you boys. I also love to watch and help with boy on boy sex, if there is interest on your part," said Luciana. "Could I join the two of you?"

Albert and Pedro both answered. With their cocks. They both got hard. Let's face it, Luciana made my clit pop when she said that. She was petite and thin with the sexiest nipple bumps. Think Ruby a few years ago. Yes, that cute. Well, almost.

She asked them if they preferred outdoors or a bedroom. Pedro looked at Albert and he just shrugged. Luciana led them to the double lounge right next to us.

By their cocks. They talked for a moment and Albert clearly had a decision to make. Luciana laid down backwards on the lounge. Oh, good choice. Saqui had joined them, and she was clearly explaining to Albert how to properly go down on Luciana. He was game because he spread her lips and started licking. Saqui must have explained the clit, because after a moment he gently sucked on her clit. Wow, she must have been horny, because she really went off. Pedro had been prepping Albert during this and used the opportunity to slide into Albert.

Oh, this was so fun to watch. Experimentation is so cool. Albert didn't even slow down, but kept Luciana going over and over. This was really rocking the lounge and I could tell Pedro wasn't going to last. Pedro pulled out and covered both Luciana's face and Albert's ass and cock. Then Albert added his own load to Luciana.

What a mess. Saqui pointed for Pedro to lay down and must have been explaining cleanup again to Albert, because he dove right it. This was a new Albert because he was kissing cum to Luciana, Pedro, and Saqui. I hadn't realized, but the pool had emptied, and a crowd was standing in a circle watching intently. There were a lot of hard cocks and erect nipples on display. Albert finally finished and the crowd gave him an ovation, which resulted in a big grin from all of those involved. They all actually stood and took a bow.

Things got a little crazy at that point. No way I can write about them because I was way too busy. An orgy during orientation. This was going to be a fun group.

And today...

Meg here again. Yesterday was incredible, but today was work. Admittedly with frequent breaks for sex. We find it freeing. We also like to fuck. The second day was the application of the first day. That was the model. Teach, discuss, do. As the weeks went on, the teach part would quickly end, but the discuss part would continue. It would move to self-paced, too, so different kids would be at different points. We had tried, where possible, to partner kids that had complimentary offerings. Some were such a great match that they agreed on the spot to merge their companies.

Albert and Li merged theirs on the second day. By the end of the program, I think they're going to be married.

From being shy to...

My own journal entry. Albert here. I don't think we'll be married quite that fast, but soon. I was all set to propose, and we had gone off campus to dinner. Just as I was working up my courage, she proposed to me. I think she saw my face fall because she freaked out a little and then I laughed, and it was just a mess. We finally calmed down and I explained that I was mere seconds from proposing to her and I am sure my face was just because I was focused.

Of course I would marry her.

Now, we had that little thing called parents. She lives with her mom in Chinatown in New York. Her mom has two jobs, one managing a bodega and one as a seamstress. She thinks her mom's designs are amazing. I keep telling her to talk to Meg. Her mom's name is Lil. Li and Lil. I think that's funny, but you'll see why.

I live with by Dad. Alberto. With an O. Albert and Alberto. Dad is old school Italian. We live in Little Italy in Chicago. My dad works day labor. He doesn't have much education, but he is a hard worker. Mom ran off when I was little. I don't know what happened to Li's dad but he's not in the picture either. I do worry about Dad when he gets older, but this is going to work, and he'll live the life with me. And Li. OK, maybe not live with me, but you get the idea.

My dad is a great guy, and I am sure Li's mom is, too, but they're pretty far apart culturally. Finger's crossed that they get along. When we got back, Meg was sitting in the living room reading a book. She looked up when we came in. We were holding hands and I think that made her smile.

"Come here, guys," she said. We went over and sat on the couch opposite her.

"Let me be the first to offer congratulations," said Meg. I don't know what my face looked like, but I'll bet the shocked looked was a lot like Li's. Meg laughed.

"Roll with it," said Meg. "How do you think your parents will react, both to your age, and culturally?" Li snorted.

"Well, I have no fucking clue," said Li. "Do you?"

I think she meant me. I miss cues sometimes. I just shook my head no.

"OK, let's talk about a few things," said Meg. "First, I signed up a small four-bedroom apartment in New York for the weekend. Friday night to Sunday night. If you want it, we'll fly you both to Chicago and pick up your dad and then drop you all in New York. Li, we can pick up your mom or she can meet at the apartment."

What? Wow.

"Won't all that flying around take up most of the weekend?" asked Li. This time I snorted. I got a look, then a smile, so I think I'm OK. I've been honest with her about my lack of social skills, and she is really helping me.

"Sorry," I said. "She means she'll have someone take us in a space plane. Ten minutes to Chicago, ten minutes to New York. Unless we get to go into space."

Li was just looking at me with her jaw open. Meg cleared her throat and handed us both jewelry boxes. Li's had the most amazing, intricate earrings that were just gorgeous and looked stunning when she put them on. Mine was a freaking Rolex. I lifted it out and it wasn't just a Rolex, it was a Paul Newman Rolex.

"This is a Paul Newman Rolex," I said. "This is worth a fortune."

"It's a loaner. It's all I could get quickly. Bob had left it in the safe here," said Meg. She turned the watch over and I almost fainted. On the back was engraved Drive Carefully Me

This wasn't A Paul Newman watch. It was THE Paul Newman watch.

"This isn't just a watch. This is the watch that Joanne Woodward gave to Paul Newman," I said. "This last sold at auction in 2017 for $17.8 million."

"OK, I am fascinated that you know all that detail. When you called it a Paul Newman watch, it was obvious you knew his association with the Cosmograph Daytona, and it made me curious. Don't lose it. It took a lot more than that to pry it lose from the winner of that auction," said Meg.

Well fuck. I don't think I'll show it to anyone in my neighborhood. Although I could tell them it was a Polex. What else could I afford? Meg told us how the jewelry worked, and I think we both just stared at her for a couple minutes.

Inner Circle? Wow.

We were all in on the trip and Friday afternoon Meg made sure we were dressed as nice looking teenagers on a date would look. I admit, I rocked my khakis and a burgundy polo. Li was in a cute little dress. Both outfits came from the most amazing closet warehouse I've ever seen. How else do you describe a closet that big?

Damn, that carpet was soft.

I heard a weird noise, kind of a whoosh, and Meg said our plane was here. She said she didn't know who was the pilot since she'd just asked her assistant to arrange one. She laughed every time she talked about her assistant. I have absolutely no idea why, but it is cute, and her breasts bounce when she does and Li and I both enjoy that.

Well we do.

Two people walked in the front door.

Holy fuck. Timmy and Mia. Mia and Timmy. Timmy is a fashion god. Mia is the hottest photographer on the planet. Timmy brings Mia in to make his most iconic styles and Mia also creates amazing photos of them. The models are incredible!

For some reason, Li is screaming and jumping up and down. That too is a pleasant sight, but an unpleasant sound. Oh. She was screaming their names over and over. I guess that makes sense given her mom was a seamstress. We did the introductions and Mia looked at me.

"I get why Li knew who we were, but you did too, didn't you, Albert?" asked Mia. I smiled.

"My dad may be a day laborer without much education, but he is a genius. He has an entire women's line designed that I think is stunning. I can't explain it very well, but apparently he comes from a family line of designers. Some hard times knocked him off the family path," I said. Now, for some reason Li was crying. I don't understand emotions very well, but I'm not stupid. I pulled her in for a hug. We like to hug. She finally pushed me away.

"No, no, I'm not unhappy. I think it might be a sign. My mom's story is so similar. The only difference is that my mom has designed an entire men's line. Everything from underwear to tuxedos," said Li. "Who knows. Maybe they'll get along. They'll both sure be excited to meet the two of you!"

I was too nervous so Mia said she would take the pen. It took me awhile to understand that she meant that she'd continue the story for a bit. We were having dinner tonight at a restaurant that Li clearly knew but appeared shocked we would go there. Li was worried about the dress code, but Mia assured her it was fine. Something about it being the hottest restaurant in town, that was inside a giant HT store. I knew what HT was, of course. Lingerie is fashion. I also jack off to it some. Well, I do. Meg told me not to be bashful about my body. Maybe I don't quite understand what that means yet.

Taking the pen

Mia, here. My God, they're adorable. They look so great together. If I didn't know the story of their heritage already I might have said they looked like cousins. It's hard to explain. It was more than the look. It was the whole package. Odd. Italian and Chinese cousins. I don't know what I even mean.

We'd done a ton of homework on their parents, so we knew the back story. That's why Timmy and I were here. If the two parents were interested, we were going to offer them both jobs at Timmy. The company, not the person. I'd seen the kid's portfolios. Neither parent was going to need to work. I was confident. So was Meg.

We landed in Chicago and all came down the steps as Alberto walked up. At least I assumed it was Alberto, but given Albert looked like a more exotic version of Alberto, I was confident. He was polite, and self-assured, and well-spoken. He knew exactly who we were and expressed admiration for our work. I absolutely loved this guy. Day laborer my ass, not that there was anything wrong with that. This dude rocked. He was also younger than I expected. I would have guessed mid to late twenties but given Alberto is 15, that was unlikely.

He wasn't bothered at all by the space plane, which was also a good sign. He was dressed a lot like Albert, but with a blue oxford cloth button down. Fuck, he is hot. Father and son. Damn, I was wet. Then again, Timmy was clearly hard as a rock. Do you know what was interesting?

Alberto clearly appreciated us both. In fact, he let out a little moan when he noticed Timmy's hard cock. Then he looked at me and caught the breasts under the sheer blouse and Alberto got hard which made Timmy moan.

Well golly.

We took off and jumped over to New York in a heartbeat. No, we didn't jump. Poor choice of words. It is just a 10-minute flight. Just when we came down the stairs from the roof, the doorbell rang. I sent the elevator and when the doors opened, Li's mom stepped out, looked at our group, and fainted to the carpet.

What the fuck? Well shit. Alberto just fainted, too. Seriously, he did. Crumpled right down to the carpet, too. The four of us were just looking at each other.

"Well, that was unexpected," said Albert. No shit, Sherlock. Timmy ran to Lil and I ran to Alberto. Both were just waking up. We helped them sit up and when they did, the noticed each other again. Then they crawled to each other, yes crawled, and ended up with Alberto on his back, with Lil lying on his chest.

And we watched them make out for a bit.

"That, too, was unexpected," said Albert. Oh my. He was grinning at us. He'd just made a joke! Li gave him a big hug for it. I love them together. Lil and Alberto sat up and started just jabbering at each other in Mandarin. Yes, Mandarin. Yeah, I spoke it, but Timmy didn't yet, and he was just flat lost. When both Albert and Li jumped into the conversation, also in Mandarin, it got even more weird. OK, I get the young Chinese girl speaking Mandarin. I do.

But the Italian teenager from Chicago? Then they stopped jabbering and just sat on the floor looking at each other silently.

Wow.

I broke into their conversation.

"Sorry to slow the conversation down, but we have reservations," I thought to them all. All of them stared at me with big eyes. At least I had thought it in English, so Timmy understood me and called the elevator back.

"You can read us all and Timmy can too!" said Albert.

"OK, I get that you know I can, because I did, but what makes you think Timmy can?" I asked. Albert laughed.

"Because when you thought to us that we had to go, Timmy walked over and called for the elevator. You never asked for him to, so he must have heard what you said," said Albert.

Well, yeah. I did tell them that we don't read people without permission. They got that, but all admitted that this was brand new to them and the first time it had ever happened.

You've got to love how this was going. Lil and Alberto promised to tell us the story and got into the elevator holding hands. They noticed the kids did too and had a weird look that was happiness and concern. We got to the restaurant and the maître 'd immediately pulled us to the front of the line. The restaurant was literally tables scatter around the HT store. The models were all live models. There were in every store now. If you liked something, you could share your size and it would be wrapped and dropped at your table and added to your bill. The models were gorgeous and damn near naked. The men and the women. I'd guess roughly ten percent were transgender. I looked around and everyone was appreciating the transgender models. That is so awesome. We were seated at an elevated table about a third of the way into the room. It was the only table like this.

"OK, I don't understand a few things," said Lil. "I've been in here shopping and I know that this is the owner's table and isn't used by anyone outside of the extended royal family. I also know that you have to be 18 to come in this store, even for dinner. The only age exception is for holders of Dionysus diplomatic passports."

"OK, I'll explain it all, but we'd love to hear more about your story, too. Remember, we didn't read you, so we don't know," I said. "No pressure, you don't have to share." Lil laughed and said I should go first, but they'd share.

Before I could, Alberto interrupted.

"Albert, where did you get that watch?" said Alberto, in his most stern voice. I do think it confused him that both Albert and I snorted. I let Albert explain it and he did a good job.

"Those are real diamond earrings, aren't they?" said Lil, pointing at Li's ears. Li just shrugged.

I nodded.

"Wait, wait, wait," said Lil. "I'm addicted to Dionysus. I've read everything I can, including rumors and I know for a fact that jewelry like that is only available to the inner circle. Which would explain how we got this table, but that is not my point." She tried to be a little fierce, but she actually started the laughter. People stared. We didn't care.

"I still don't understand how they got in," said Alberto. "Particularly given..." He turned and just randomly pointed in a direction and in the process managed to poke our waiter's cock. Yep, right in the cock. Now, he was wearing a pretty translucent pouch, and wore it well, but I don't think he was expecting the poke.

I know Alberto didn't. He was so embarrassed and started apologizing. Our waiter just smiled and pulled out a Sharpie and wrote something on Alberto's hand. Then the waiter vanished. He wasn't even our waiter.

"What did he write?" asked Li. Alberto turned his hand around and it was a name, Vinc, and a New York phone number. Albert reached over and picked up his dad's phone and took a picture of the phone number. He set the phone back down.

"There you go, Dad," said Albert. We all just stared at Albert.

"I did something wrong, didn't I?" said Albert. "Damn." Alberto jumped in.

"It's a learning experience and no harm, no foul," said Alberto. "Lil already knows I'm bisexual."

Now wait. Lil already knows he is bisexual. In a three minute conversation that came up. No, it didn't. I understood their conversation. It was confusing, but that didn't come up.

"Now, before you think I shared it in our short conversation, she's known it for years," said Alberto. They both just looked at us and smiled.

"Are we going to have to pull it out of you?" said Li, through clenched teeth. Lil warned us that the story had a lot of bad in it, but the end result was spectacular.

She then told us the story about their both being in an orphanage outside Chicago. The people that ran it were doing some weird shit and experimenting on the kids. At first they thought they just liked watching, but it was always clinical. Measuring shit and timing things and keep charts.

Then Li got pregnant. At 10. The people at the orphanage were excited. She made it to full term and Alberto was born. Yeah, that statement got some shocked looks. They'd separated them and she had never seen either of them again. Alberto took the story there and shared that he was dumped onto the street in downtown Chicago with Alberto and a diaper bag. He'd lived on the streets, with the baby, and basically left Albert with anyone that would watch him, until he got on his feet and got a place to stay. He'd been trying for years to find Lil.

Then Lil took the story back about three years later when they took her back into the clinic. They had what looked like a Turkey Baster full of cum and that's what it was. They forced it up her and squirted and were thrilled that she got pregnant. Nine months later Li was born, and Lil was dumped into the streets of New York with a baby. Lil had never even been to New York.

They were lost from each other until tonight.

"Oh, I forgot to mention," said Lil. "And it is kind of important. Really important. The turkey baster had Alberto's full name written on it. I'm pretty sure that Albert and Li are brother and sister."

Now, that was another turn I did not expect.

Even Albert didn't say it this time. Albert and Li looked devastated, and you could tell their parents felt for them. Time for me to jump in.

"I never explained how Li and Albert got into the restaurant," I said. I slid a new passport over to all four of them. They opened them up.

"These are Dionysus diplomatic passports in our names," said Lil. Albert held his up to show it, too.

"Yes," said Timmy. "I'd like to offer you both a position as a designer for Timmy. You could be located anywhere and work from home, or we would move you to our main office and you could both have private offices."

"Your main office is at the casino. Which is inside the Gamma resort now," said Alberto. These people had a fascination with Dionysus.

"Yes, the office is inside the resort," said Timmy, smiling.

"Aw fuck," said Lil. "I will never in my life have another opportunity to ask these questions and I think you might actually answer them."

"Alberto and I can both have sex with Albert and Li because they're both 9 or over. Albert and Li can still marry, even if they are brother and sister," said Li. "Oh, and for good measure, can the six of us go back to the apartment together, all get naked, and fuck the entire night?"

Alberto and Li were just staring at Lil. Albert had the coolest little smirk. He was enjoying this.

"Yes, yes, and a resounding yes," I said. "Yes, the four of you can have all the fun you want. You're limited to 9 and above. They're not. They have 5-year-old and 7-year-old rules that I know they already know. Yes they can marry and bring in more, too. Hunter, who is the H in HT, is married to both his twin sister and Princess Leslie. And yes, all night, until we pass out at dawn."

They all moaned, including Timmy. I'm not sure for what since all of those questions had a moan worthy component. We got our desserts to go.

Around 3 in the morning, it is pretty sexy to have five people eat cheesecake off your breasts. No waste here, make sure you lick off every little bit. Keep licking, there might be more.

This time Timmy was holding the camera. It got a little messy.

Before that happened, we got to watch Alberto and Lil for the first time in years. Yes, they wanted us to watch.

They wanted Albert and Li to help. A lick here. A touch there.

A facial here. Sorry Albert. Albert didn't complain. They all cleaned him off and then Li slid right down on Albert's cock. It took an unexpected turn when Lil offered Albert his Dad's cock. Which he eagerly sucked.

Resulting in Li's facial.

It got better from there.

A fairy tale

Well, this is quite the fucking fairy tale. now, isn't it? Li, here. Yeah, I'm laughing. I met Albert. We fell in love. We reunited our parents, who happened to be our parents, plural. We all moved to live in Amyville, near the resort, where fucking damn near anybody was a daily occurrence. Albert and I had already married, and we had a house next door to Mom and Dad.

It's Thursday. Dinner in New York was last Friday. Less than a week ago. Li and I had already started school in Amyville. The Gamma resort was fun, but the wrestling rooms at school were consistently full of young hotties. Always somebody to lick, suck or get fucked by.

It's only my second day at school. I'm up to position 31 in the Kama Sutra. Don't forget, you can only use the same partner one time.

Thirty. One.

I would have made 32, but Mom wore him completely out and I didn't get my shot. I tried, but nope. Mom's a bit voracious.

I know that now.

Do you know what happens Friday night? Do ya?

The four of us got invited to Bob and Amy's for dinner. Apparently Friday nights are big and can be a hundred or more people. Usually naked. When Mia invited us she suggested that the men save themselves for a day or two. She said they'd need it.

Wow.

Albert said he'd write up that story after. I can't wait to read it.

I guess I should mention that our combined company was funded by Meg and is already getting buzz. Yes, that fast. She moved us at a little different pace, and the focus area is really hot. I won't bore you with the details, but Meg is confident we'll go public sooner rather than later.

So let's see. Parents working themselves to a bone. Lived in crappy places.

Moved to Amyville. Parents are marrying soon. They're designers for Timmy now. Ruby got involved and production will ramp up quickly.

Did I mention that Ruby got involved?

Damn.

Oh, houses. Plural. Albert and I are 15 and 11. We have a yacht. I don't know why, but we're supposed to call our yacht a boat.

Why do we have a yacht? Wait, I know that noise. It was a plane landing. I went out front and there were not one, but two futuristic space planes in our yard. No, that's not true. One was on the landing pad that all the houses have. I admit, I am such a groupie that I know they're both the latest S-88 models. The doors on both planes open and tiny people walked out.

Holy shit. Bill and Jessica. Groupie, remember? They both walked over. Jessica led the introductions.

"We're just ferry pilots today," said Jessica. "Let us know when you're ready to start the training. The sooner the better. Bill and I are going to be your instructors, if that's OK with you."

I was awestruck. Albert was not. Albert did not know who they were. Albert would have been awestruck.

"We get to learn how to fly a space plane?" asked Albert. "And you're leaving one in our yard?"

"I'm not sure where else we would put it," said Bill. "It's your plane."

Yeah, Albert and I looked at each other. My grin was probably just as silly as his.

"We get a plane," asked Albert.

"Sure," said Jessica. "Once you're both certified, we'll drop off a second one. These are fun planes, too. They are submarines, too. We'll check out the Marianas Trench during your training."

Yeah we both laughed. Bill and Jessica just waited us out.

"You're serious," said Albert. "Can they do interstellar travel, too?"

Bill and Jessica looked at each other and clearly made a decision.

"Yes," said Bill. "But that's restricted at the moment. We can take you, but it will be awhile before you can jump yourselves."

We laughed again. They waited again.

Holy shit.

I liked these kids.

"We have exceptions, too," said Jessica, with a big smile.

Do I need to repeat myself? Holy shit.

"Do you have a little time now?" asked Bill. "We could get naked, and we could teach you some things."

"You could teach us," I said. They both laughed.

"Oh yeah," said Bill.

Just assume I said it again.

"Come on," said Jessica. We hadn't actually answered but following them was probably a hint. They went over to one of the planes and we got on. I got to sit in the co-pilot seat. Albert sat on the jump seat with Jessica. Bill was flying.

We were all strapped in and could see out the front that we were in our neighborhood.

"Nibiru Lodge, please," said Bill.

The scene out the front window changed. Wait, what?

"We're on another planet," I said.

"Yep," said Bill, getting up and walking into the cabin.

I'm not supposed to tell the story, because Bill and Jessica are private, but I will say that we stayed for a week.

We missed Friday night!

We were on Nibiru. Still Li. There was a simple solution. We went the next Friday night. Tonight. We have a standing invitation on any day that ends in Y.

Surely that was clear.

We're still getting used to Amyville. Our parents were invited, too. It is still confusing that our parents are our parents. I'm fucking my brother. Often. I am also married to my brother. Life is good.

We all showed up a few minutes late, not wanting to be the first people there. We weren't in the first 300. I mentioned we have a boat. Not a yacht. A boat. Ours is a 95 foot boat, with four queen cabins. It is huge.

It is a rowboat. Just offshore was something. I can't even explain it. It was a ship, but easily a mile long. Yes, a mile long. There were hundreds and hundreds of people around and there were another few hundred walking out to the whatever it is. They were walking on the water. Literally. Not getting wet, just walking across. A young boy walked up.

"Freaky, isn't it?" he said, with a laugh. "It's a force field walkway. You can walk along it and there are force field walls, too. It takes a little getting used to. I'm Colby, by the way." He stuck out his hand shook each of ours.

Prince freaking Colby.

"Why is there a mile long ship?" asked Albert. Direct and to the point.

"We're moving the party off-world. It's the easiest way. It's a big group tonight. A couple thousand people," said Colby.

"Of course," said Albert. "You need a Starship when you take your party off-world."

Albert is sometimes clueless. Oh! He just smiled. Wow. He made a joke.

"I know you were making a joke," said Colby. "But it is true. We ask that you keep it confidential. We're going to the planet Nibiru."

"Nibiru is mythical," said Alberto. Dad. I'm still getting used to that.

"Not anymore," said Colby.

"How many habitable planets have you discovered and of those how many have been visited?" asked Albert.

"Good questions. Our scouts have found thousands of habitable planets. We exclude planets that are populated, so those are not included," said Colby. "Someone has visited a few hundred. I've been on about fifty."

Well sure. He's not serious. He can't be serious.

"How does the world not know?" asked Albert.

"I guess we're good at keeping secrets," said Colby, with a smile. "There are suspicions, given there is public awareness of interstellar travel. But given we are the only ones that can do it, no one can really figure it out. The fact that we have hundreds of jump capable planes and a dozen Starships isn't well-known."

Well, no, it is not.

Albert promised to tell the story. We'll move that to another entry. Tonight we were focusing on fucking.

Now, that is both a slogan and a porn title.

Meg just told us our company will go public next week. She's projecting a $22 billion valuation.

Well sure.

Email me. Comments, ideas, and suggestions welcome

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