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George Jetson's birthday.

July 31, 2022.

Let's raise a glass of Dionysus' best wine in toast for the milestone.

My passion

This is Hallie. Yeah, confused and messed up Hallie. Except I am not anymore. Well, I'm still Hallie, but I'm not confused. I have started practicing law. It was stupid that I wasn't, but I was so damn confused. I'm a child advocate and I only take on high-profile cases involving children. Not typical cases of children.

Children that are being slowed from achieving their best by an archaic system that doesn't value them. I particularly focus on cases of gender discrimination combined with sex discrimination. I'll share a case I am working on right now in North Carolina.

Yeah, many, if not most, of my cases are in the US. The US is stupid. In fact, I'm heading over right now for the preliminary hearing. You're going to love this. It is a classic discrimination case. A young girl is banned from the girls' restroom because she has a penis. North Carolina schools stopped enforcing the law, but it is still on the books. One school decided to enforce it.

Providence Grove High School.

In Climax, North Carolina. I am going to say the word climax over and over and over, just to put it in the record. I have a bet with Nylah, who is my second chair, that I can introduce the word climax into the record in its proper meaning. To have an orgasm. I might have to take a contempt charge just to do it, but that's OK. That's double or nothing on my bet. Nylah thinks they'll let it slide.

We're fun. Come on. Make a 16-year-old and a 7-year-old attorneys and we're going for the orgasm joke.

Just three of us on this trip. Nylah, Hunter, and me. We're all attorneys, of course, but Hunter's just along for fun and to support me. I'm easing back, but still early in this.

The funny thing is that Climax is just an outlying suburb of Greensboro, so not Podunk, North Carolina. Maybe.

No hotel in the area would rent to us. Three attorneys. Nope. Too young. So we bought a house. Now, you're expecting some mansion on a lake. Nope. A small 3/2, on a cul-de-sac, in a family neighborhood.

In Climax, North Carolina. Hunter just can't stop making jokes. Dad jokes. Bad dad jokes. After all, he has two kids and one of his wives is pregnant. Really pregnant.

That would be me. This should be fairly short, and it is important to me.

I guess I should introduce our client. Nisha is 13. Surprisingly for Climax, North Carolina, Nisha's parents have been quite supportive. Nisha has been on hormones for several years and from appearances, has nice small B cup breasts. No, haven't seen'em. Don't expect to see'em.

Kinda too bad. Tits and a cock!

You finished that with Yay! in your head, didn't you?

Nisha is the only transgender student in the entire school system. Feels a little targeted, now doesn't it? Let's up the ante on complicated. Nisha's mom, Thedra, is on the county planning commission. She is the swing vote on a development matter that would bring a lot of money to the county, for a few connected rich people, at the expense of destroying family farms. It even would seize the farms under eminent domain. I am sure it is entirely coincidental that they went after her daughter. Sheila's working on that angle, but the case is pretty simple.

We hope. Courts in the US have been so stacked with far-right conservatives that you never know. That's another project on which I am working with Sheila. We're investigating, in depth, every judge at the appellate level or above in both the Federal and all the state court systems. It just feels too corrupt. Maybe we won't find anything.

I suspect we will. Now, it is an entirely politics free review. We don't care what your background or party is, we're looking into you. If you're dirty, you're dirty. We'll catch some of both parties, for sure. Did you catch or above?

Our plan is to do the same thing with the legislatures, but the court system has been weaponized. OK, maybe not a sex-filled topic. Well, we're involved, so it is probably a sex-filled topic.

Back to what is going on now. We just landed at our little house. It has a nice big driveway, which is handy, because the S-88 fits just fine, with enough room for us to pull a car in the garage. Since we bought a house, we're going to buy a couple cars locally, rather than fly them in. That way they can just stay at the house, and it provides just a little for the community. I'll let Nylah tell the car buying story, too, since it is hilarious and it involved her, not me.

Oh, she wants to tell it now. It's pretty familiar. This kind of thing happens a lot.

Ya gotta have wheels

Nylah here. I'd taken the lead on finding and buying the house. That went pretty well. I just finished the closing, at the kitchen table, and everyone was just leaving.

"Nylah, it has been a pleasure working with you," said Mahalea, my real estate agent. "I admit, usually working with an attorney that wants to do their own closing is agonizing. They aren't real estate attorneys and just bumble about until I fix it for them."

"Do I need to report you for practicing law without a license?" I said, in my stern Nylah voice. I practice it. I'm not a natural like Jessica. I think it worked, because Mahalea panicked. I didn't mean it to go that far, so I laughed and assured her I appreciated her coaching the attorneys so they could correct their work.

I felt bad, but she laughed, too.

"My daughter finds you fascinating," said Mahalea. "I've been telling her stories about you and she's stalking you a little, I think."

"Tell me about your daughter," I said. I'm curious. Sue me.

Oh God. I'm telling Dad that one. Sue me. I make myself laugh.

Mahalea just glowed.

"Tashina is 9, going on 30," said Mahalea. "I do wish we had access to your school system. She's so bright. Her brother, too."

"How old is her brother?" I asked. "Tell me about him, too."

"Declen is 9, too," she said. "Twins. Kind of an interesting situation and they love to tell the story. My kids are biological twins with different dads. I was seeing two different men and apparently we had spent time together close enough that they each fertilized an egg. I'm mixed, and Declen's dad is black, so he's a little darker than I am. Tashina's dad is white, and we're talking blindingly white, and Tashina could pass she is so light. They love telling people they're twins."

Just then she got a text.

"Excuse me," said Mahalea. "I'll just be a moment." I understood. She's working.

"This text says I just got accepted at Elon Law School in Greensboro," said Mahalea. "And that I should ask you about it."

Shoot. They might have moved a little too fast.

"Yes, it is true," I said. "We can't have you getting in trouble. It's a full ride."

She just stared at me a bit. I'm kind of used to it.

"But let me make a different offer, too," I said. "And you can pick. You've also been accepted at Harvard. It would require you and your family to move, but the kids could also attend Harvard. Are you still with the fathers? Are you a trio?"

She just stared some more.

"Wait, a trio?" she asked. "What's a trio?"

"Leslie, Hunter, and Hallie," I said, in response.

"Oh," she said. She made those two letters at least six syllables. Hell, I get it.

"Of all the things I said, that's what you focused on?" I asked and she laughed.

"It would just be so perfect. It's a complicated situation. They're both campus cops at the University of North Carolina in Greensboro. They are dating, but in the closet. They say it is because Otis, who is Declen's dad, is the Chief of the campus police and Ripley, who is Tashina's dad, is just a cop. I think it is bullshit. They're just not ready to live as an interracial bi couple in North Carolina.

"You said bi, not gay," I said, and she laughed.

"Most definitely bi," she said, laughing again. She looked at me for a moment and then decided something.

"Our threesomes are awesome," she said.

"That's really cool," I said. "I'm in a trio myself. Karolina, Colby, and me."

"So two girls and a boy," she said. "That's nice too, but my way I get more." I knew what she meant, and she knew I knew what she meant.

"Yeah, that's true," I said. "But we don't really put limits around our relationship, so a shortage of cock isn't my problem. Pussy either."

"You're different, aren't you, Nylah?" said Mahalea.

"Nope," I said. "I'm really not. It's all pretty common in our world. So I jumped the gun a bit in my excitement to help you out. I sometimes move to solutions before I think it all through. I temper it as an attorney, but my personal life can rocket around different things pretty fast. I remembered that the UNC system is ours too. You could attend Elon, while the kids went to UNC."

"But that's 9 years from now," she said.

I laughed. I couldn't help it.

"I'm thinking Monday," I said.

"Well, that part is cool, but I can't afford to go full-time to law school," said Mahalea. "I'm a single parent."

"No, you're not, well you are, but you can afford it," I said. "But let's come back to that. Law student is a paid position in our schools. You can't do it with financial concerns. There are no loans or tuition either."

"So, Harvard it is," said Mahalea. "But Otis and Ripley wouldn't move. They each have a child from an earlier relationship, and they share custody and they're involved dads." She had a little smirk on her face.

"Are the beds full of five fun?" I asked. It knocked her back a bit.

"How. Why. Oh boy," she said, and I laughed.

"More power to you," I said. "This is getting more complicated, so let's hold off until we can have a good talk. You can tell me about the other women and kids, too. I have some ideas, but this time I am going to work through them with you. No jumping the gun. Right now, I need to go buy a few cars. Fill the garage. Want to come with? I'll pop for lunch."

"Sure," said Mahalea. "Somehow, buying a car with you will be an interesting experience."

"Sometimes good, sometimes bad," I said. It's true. I'm little and I'm young. That's all they see. They don't see the wealthy licensed driver. First we're going to go snap up some muscle cars. Mom loves them and I'm into them, too. I can't drive them. I'm too little. But I can buy'em. Let's see how this experience goes. If they're nice, I'll make their year. If not, well, I won't.

They mostly auction their cars, but I inquired, anonymously, if they would accept offers prior to the auction. I have a list.

Ya gotta have a list.

Did I mention that the small house has a climate controlled barn that is simply huge? We headed out. I was going to move my S-88 from the driveway into the barn and then we were going to go. I did bring a car to go buy cars. Mahalea offered to drive, but the first dealer is almost 35 kilometers away. We walked outside and there was a man with a clipboard standing right up against the front windscreen of the S-88.

On my property. Oh hell no.

"Excuse me," I said. "May we help you?"

He turned and looked at us. He looked at me first, briefly, quickly dismissing me. Yeah, I get it. I don't have to like it. He turned his gaze to Mahalea and fuck. His look was disgusting. The dude has a problem with Mahalea.

"I need to speak to the owner of this plane, or whatever the hell this is. It needs to move immediately. Immediately!" he shouted.

The dude's a shouter. I hate shouters.

"No," I said. I can be concise. I'm not always concise, but I can be concise.

"It's against homeowner's rules!" he shouted.

That's when I get softer. It pisses them off.

He really didn't like talking to me, but given his alternative was the black woman, he stuck with the white child. Yeah, that look. He didn't know that I knew more than he did. About a lot of things, but in particular the homeowner's association.

"Actually it is not," I said. "The closest rule would be noise, but given this plane is completely silent, that wouldn't apply. The wording is extremely clear that there can be no long term parking of boats or motor homes in driveways. This is neither a boat nor a motor home. Therefore it can stay."

"Well I'm the President of the homeowners' association and my word is law," he shouted.

Laughing kind of pissed him off.

"And this house is not in a homeowners' association," I added. "None of them are. It turns out that the developer went bankrupt without ever filing the paperwork with the state, so at the moment, there isn't a homeowners' association at all, so you're the president of nothing. The more interesting thing is that none of you legally own the land on which your house resides. Again, the paperwork was never executed. You'll find that your title paperwork is for the house, but not the land. It is still owned by the original developer or was until yesterday. I bought it. Lock, stock, and barrel as they say, although I have no idea why they say that. Here's the fun part. The houses all closed on the same day, almost 26 years ago. It was 303 months, to be exact. There are thirteen homes. Each has a provision of lot rent, in perpetuity, until the deed is transferred. The lot rents started at $500 a month but had an inflation guard. You, for example, currently owe me $276,000. Now, I like a quiet friendly neighborhood, and most of the houses have changed hands and I'm not going to punish them. I'll waive the payments and sign over the deed. There is one man, who I recently met, who wasn't very nice and who I don't like. His payments are due tomorrow, or I will file a lien against the property. And win."

"Yeah, like that happened and you know anything about it," he said, pretty pompously.

"Dude," I said. "You were the attorney. You're the one that never filed the paperwork. Noon tomorrow and the plane stays right where it is." With that, I touched a button on my watch and the plane dropped a nice Porsche 911 Turbo convertible to the ground. I waved Mahalea over and pointed to the passenger seat. She got mad props for just getting in. I backed out and turned around and gave him one last parting shot.

"Noon tomorrow," I said. Then the car took off. It is why I needed to drive. Mahalea laughed all the way there.

Flying 35 kilometers is pretty fast and we landed down the street and drove in. We parked on the side of the building, where no one could see us, and walked in.

We were immediately greeted by Dutton, who I knew was the owner. He was nice to us both, but he spoke primarily to me. Ah shit. Not again. I think Mahalea saw the look and she laughed.

"No, he's not being a dick," said Mahalea. "Dutton is Otis' twin brother."

Oh. Oh my. I guess it was unlikely he was discriminating against Mahalea, given he is black. And freaking gorgeous. I so need to be 9.

"So you know who I am," I said, and Dutton laughed.

"Yeah," he said. "Mahalea and I are close. I knew you were here."

I looked at them both.

Then I moaned. Which startled them.

"Come on, Mahalea," I said. "Twins together are the best. I know for a fact."

They looked a little shocked but then seemed to quickly accept it. Then Mahalea gave Dutton quite a kiss.

Nine. I need to be freaking nine.

"I'm interested in a few of your cars," I said. "I understand you'll accept offers prior to the auction."

"Ya gotta have a list," said Dutton. Exactly!

He held his hand and I passed him the list.

• 1960 Cadillac Series 62 Convertible
• 1969 Ford Shelby Mustang GT500
• 1973 Chevy Camaro Z28
• 1975 Chevy K5 Blazer
• 1967 Chevy Camaro RS/SS
• 1970 Chevy Chevelle SS
• 1976 Cadillac Eldorado Convertible
• 1972 Chevy El Camino
• 1966 Chevy Corvair Corsa convertible
• 1974 Ford Maverick

"Ten cars?" he said. "Wow. I get some of them. You've cherry-picked some fine cars. I don't get the Maverick, but you've left some really nice cars on the table. That surprises me."

I shook my head no. It took him a moment.

"You're saying there are issues with the others," he said. "And you know this how?"

"Because I do. I can't explain it. Just check them out more thoroughly," I said.

"So are these your offers?" he said, noting the dollar figures next to each entry.

"What would you think of them?" I said.

He looked closely and walked through each on in his head.

"Right about what I would have predicted retail. A few higher, a few lower," he said. "I can take them to the owners."

"Those are our predictions of what they would go for at the high-end," I said, and he laughed.

"I would agree," he said. "Particularly the K5 Blazer."

"Our offer is 15% above those numbers," I said. "Let me know who accepts."

"They all do," he said. "At those prices, I'm authorized to close the deal."

"OK," I said. "Let's do the paperwork."

We did, surprisingly quickly. Dutton is good at this. I suspect Dutton is good at a lot of things.

"Are you identical twins?" I asked. He smiled and nodded. God he has a nice smile.

"Damn," I said. "Both as a compliment and as a complaint that I am not yet 9."

"Nine?" they both said.

I just waited them out and finally Dutton said it. I admit I thought it would be Mahalea. I just waited until they paid up, too.

They finished with Dutton laughing. He turned to me.

"You liked watching didn't you?" he said to me.

"Yeah, but that was pretty bland, don't you think?" I said and they both laughed. Dutton got up and closed and locked the door. Which was how I got to watch him just pound her doggy style. Hey, I could get myself off, right?

"You did enjoy that," said Dutton, with a touch of lust in his voice. "Come find us when you're 9." Mahalea slapped him on the arm and then turned to me.

"No seriously, do," she said.

"Tell me about Simpsons," I said. I already had a bad feeling. Simpsons, right? But in this case, it is a competitor of his.

He hesitated. I just raised my eyebrows. It's pretty powerful.

"They prefer to focus on restomods. Numbers matching is not their area of expertise," he said.

"That was gloriously delivered. I heard you. What about East Coast Classics?" I asked.

"Great people. Hit or miss on interesting cars. When they have something interesting, it is worth pursuing. They have a Chevy Corsair Van for which I have no need but want. I could see it as the company van," said Dutton. "But he's retiring soon. I'm afraid they'll be closing down."

"Have you considered making an offer? Opening up a second place?" I asked. He barked out a laugh.

"Yes, I'm sure the CEO of Chase bank will address my loan needs personally," he said, in a pompous voice.

"Actually, Emory would," I said. "She's pretty cool. She's also excited that she finally broke 4'0"," I said. Mahalea beat him to it.

"How the heck old is Emory?" asked Mahalea.

"8," I said. "She is an animal in bed, too. I just love a girl with a cock."

Oh, why not fuck with them. I admit the response was unexpected.

They both moaned.

"Tits and a cock," said Dutton, with some reverence.

"Yay," I said softly. Mahalea caught it and turned to me.

"Tits and a cock is a thing?" she asked, and I laughed.

"Oh yeah," I said. I'm not sure my voice has ever been lower.

"You're fun, aren't you, Nylah?" said Dutton, laughing.

"Listen," I said. "You're seeing a 7-year-old little girl. I'm an adult in a chronologically shortened timeframe. I'm an attorney, licensed in all 50 states and fourteen countries. I've argued a case before the US Supreme court and won. Unanimously. Yes, we have rules, and yes, I'm out of bounds for you, but not for everyone. I'm smart, driven, and sexual and that's OK."

They both just looked at me.

"That's the difference, isn't it?" said Mahalea. "Not the sex. That's just part of being a sexual adult in an open-minded culture. It is about disconnecting age from experience and ability."

"Age isn't a thing," I said. "It's just not. It's maturity and experience and the type of person you are, if given the opportunity. We have to have guard rails, which I understand, because if there weren't, I'd be bouncing up and down on Dutton's cock right now and would probably be the middle of a train fucking you, Mahalea, with a surprisingly large double-ended dildo. Let's do this. I'll get a friend to go with you, Dutton, to negotiate the sale. Worry about the economics and making a sustainable acquisition. Don't worry about funding. We've got it. We'd like to invest in your company, including the acquisition. We'll loan you the money without interest, with only one caveat."

"What's that?" he said, in a surprisingly hard voice. Which made me laugh.

"Probably an understandable position for a black man to take in North Carolina, and I get that," I said. "But all we ask is that you keep us informed on any interesting cars you come across. We would like the opportunity to buy them first, at fair market value plus 15%. It's a win-win. And if you find other classic car companies to acquire, keep going. Buy'em all."

"Why would you do this for me?" asked Dutton.

"Because you didn't slam a competitor and you could have. I already had a pretty fully formed opinion of Simpsons. I was curious what your opinion was. You told me, loud and clear, but in a way that was polite and not disparaging to a competitor. That showed the number one way we measure a person. Class. You have it."

Just then an S-88 floated down into the parking lot and the stairs dropped and out came Belen. Dutton looked shocked.

"Your friend that is going with me is the owner of the Dionysus Auto Group?" he asked.

"Yeah," I laughed. "But she loves classic cars. She's a good buying buddy. My guess is that she'll expand your scope well beyond North Carolina. She's been looking for someone to take point on finding fun cars to buy." She walked in and we did the introductions. Yeah, I caught their side looks, although they were both pretty subtle.

"Belen, do you have a nice double-ended dildo on that plane of yours?" I asked and she laughed.

"Like you had to ask," she said, with a brilliant smile. Pushed Mahalea right over. Dutton looked shocked.

"She made you cum with a smile!" he said.

"Imagine what I can do with a big double-ended dildo," said Belen. Belen is truly stunning and there is no better example of our society.

"Did you just ask me to come to be your surrogate since you can't fuck them?" asked Belen. "I'm fine with that but suspect there is more."

We all laughed, and we explained the situation, I closed the deal with Dutton, and then declared the dealership a consulate.

Then they all fucked, after Belen showed them how to use that dildo by demonstrating on me.

They liked watching.

Dutton's got some skills

And now I find out he has an identical twin.

"You know I'm having you and your brother, right?" I said to Dutton. Oh, this is Belen.

"I'm pretty sure we'd like that," said Dutton, with that killer smile of his.

"Yes, you would," I said, with a smile. Oh, I just edged him. It would have been messy. We headed out and doing the deal was surprisingly simple. As he said, the owner was ready to retire and no one was going to even make him a fair offer, let alone a Dionysus-level offer.

Sure he took it.

Then I bought almost the entire inventory. Dutton is going to have to restock. We went back to Nylah's place and broke out the s'mores.

Maybe we'll tell that story. Maybe. These days we don't narrate them as much.

It takes too much time away from fucking.

Yeah, I went there.

We'll come back to this story.

Precedent matters

Hallie here. The Supreme Court already ruled that sex discrimination includes gender discrimination. The law on the books in North Carolina is illegal and they absolutely know it. They assumed that the pressure would work and Thedra would cave. It is a reasonable position for them to believe that. Thedra can't afford an attorney to fight this all the way to the Supreme Court, which might be necessary.

It is a good thing we're all working pro bono.

We had Thedra and Nisha meet us. Nisha's dad, Tedro, is with her, too. Tedro is smoking. He is! I can enjoy the view. They're truly a stunning trio. I don't mean that kind of trio. Maybe.

They appear pretty close.

We're off to meet with the superintendent of the Randolph County School district. Nisha goes to Providence Grove High School, right in Climax. Great Schools only rates it a 5, which is underwhelming. The high school principal will be at the meeting, too.

This is not going to go well for them.

It started as soon as we entered the conference room.

"The children will have to leave," said the Superintendent, waving at all Nisha, Nylah, and me. "Why would you bring a trashy pregnant teen with you anyway?"

Trashy pregnant teen. OK then.

Nylah raised her hand. You get'em, little one.

"Our clients are represented by counsel," said Nylah. "That was your one and only chance to be disrespectful. My colleague Hallie and I are their attorneys. Perhaps you've heard of us. Princess Hallie and Princess Nylah."

The superintendent blanched.

Good.

"How is the kingdom involved in this case?" said the other dude in the room. We found out he is the school general counsel. Yes, he. Did you doubt that?

And not particularly qualified.

"They are not," I said. "Nylah and I are licensed attorneys in the state of North Carolina."

I just left it there.

The bait, so to speak.

"This is ridiculous," said the Superintendent. "We're not talking with two little girls pretending to be attorneys."

His own attorney whispered to him, but honestly wasn't that great at whispering. Words like NYU, Harvard, and Supreme Court floated over to us.

"She's never lost?" asked the superintendent. The attorney shook his head no.

"Well there is always a first time," he added, with some snark.

"Maybe," said Nylah. "But this case isn't it." She slid a file folder across the table to him.

Our suit. Against him personally. Oh, the school district, for sure, but we named him first.

For $100 million.

He laughed.

Not a good approach.

"I might also mention that your contract specifically limits the school district from paying for any attorney fees for your defense," I said.

"I would suggest an actual competent attorney," said Nylah, while smiling at the school district's attorney.

I'm pretty sure he took it personally.

"As it was intended," thought Nylah.

I love Nylah.

"Right back at ya," thought Nylah. I had to control my laugh. She has the caps on her canine teeth again. It is subtle, but not that subtle.

"This is laughable. This will never go anywhere," said the superintendent, all pompous and shit.

Their attorney still doesn't whisper well. I heard the magic words.

Title VII.

Exactly. This has been litigated already. And the Supreme Court ruled.

They're toast.

But it appears the Superintendent is too stubborn to back down. Or too involved in the extortion. Or both.

Off to court we go.

And today is the day

Nylah here. Hallie and I flipped a coin to see who got to be first chair. I am pretty sure a cat could be first chair and win this one, but I'm up today. She'll sit with me, all pregnant and shit, and smile a lot.

It is not like I'm losing this one.

Particularly when we introduce evidence that the Superintendent conspired with the zoning board to go after Nisha.

In email. Not even encrypted email.

They're not too bright.

"All rise," said the bailiff.

The judge came in and waved us to sit down.

The black female judge. Now, I'm not jumping to a conclusion, but I'm guessing she is not a recent Republican appointee.

"This won't take long," she said. She waved at us to start. After all, we're doing the suing. I stood and moved to the left of the table. You can barely see me behind the table.

"Your honor, our case is quite simple. The law on the books of North Carolina is clearly unconstitutional," I said. "The precedent has clearly been set at the Supreme Court."

"I agree," said the judge. Oh, gosh, the Superintendent looks nervous.

"But we'd like to introduce evidence that this case has nothing to do with where a young woman pees," I said.

"Objection!" shouted our opposing counsel. We all just stopped and looked at him. He's standing there with a smug look on his face like he won a prize.

"You have to state a reason," said the judge. Now he looks a little less pleased with himself.

"Clearly, she is not an attorney," he said, waving his arm towards our table.

That is one impressive eyeroll there, your honor. She didn't even respond. She waved for me to continue. Before I could, he interrupted.

"I believe my objection requires a ruling," he said, all pompous and shit.

"Barely," said the judge. "The young woman who is speaking is singularly the most famous attorney in the world. The fact that you can't identify her and recognize her is an indication that you are unprepared for your case. Objection overruled."

Now the Superintendent is really sweating.

Deservedly so.

"We would like to introduce this series of affidavits to the court," I said, holding up a file folder. The bailiff carried them to the judge. I admit, I'm surprised they are not sweating more but I'm guessing they didn't even read the discovery materials we provided.

"You can prove your accusations?" she said.

"The FBI is waiting outside to arrest both the superintendent and the opposing council," I said. "They have already arrested their co-conspirators."

"Well, that's pretty thorough," said the judge. "I never would have expected less. The North Carolina law is summarily struck down. In addition, I rule in your favor for the full amount. I see that you will be donating it all to charity, which surprises me. Nothing for the family?"

"No, your honor," I said. "At their request. You'll also see the liens we'll be filing." The judge leafed through the new material I provided.

"You're asking for the entire school district to be transferred to Dionysus control," she said, in a surprisingly deep voice. "My kids are in the school system."

"Yes, your honor," I said. "We have already chosen a new superintendent in anticipation of our victory. It is on the last page."

That's when the judge laughed.

"An inspired choice," said the judge. "Settlement approved."

Oh, you're wondering, but I'll bet you figured it out already. Nisha is the new superintendent.

It just felt so right.

Now we're going to celebrate.

Repeatedly. All of us. Including Nisha. Especially Nisha.

We haven't because it would be inappropriate while there is an open case. Now we will.

Tits and a cock.

Yay.

I had three cases of spatulas delivered.

We used them all.

This will be fun, too

We're back in court. This time to serve our lien on the homeowner's association president. We've already done the paperwork to pass the land onto every other homeowner. He pissed me off. I want my $276,000. Nylah, of course.

Oh boy. He is representing himself. I almost laughed because the judge is the same judge.

This is going to be hilarious.

"Your honor, before we begin, I would like to file this motion to disqualify my opponent and have her arrested for impersonating an attorney," he said.

I do love the judge's eyerolls.

"No," she said. "Move on."

"I have all the paperwork for the HOA here, your honor," he said, just rolling with it. Points for that. He handed a copy to the bailiff. I already had a copy. This wasn't going to go well. The judge flipped through the paperwork.

"Not a single page has the county seal," said the judge. "I need to see the filed version. This is just paper."

"Well, uh, I, um," he said. The judge actually laughed. I checked the record. It faithfully recorded her laugh.

"Great words there," said the judge. "Now I need the actual paperwork."

"It seems to have been misplaced," he said. The judge laughed again.

"You're saying the county lost the records," said the judge.

"Yes, your honor," he said.

"Are there any gaps in the sequential file numbers?" asked the judge.

"Um, well, I don't know, your honor," he said. She turned to me.

"No, your honor, there are not," I said.

"You checked," she said.

"Of course," I replied. She turned to him.

"Did you check?" she asked.

"Um, well, I, I was busy," he said.

"Too busy to keep your house?" she said. Then she ruled in my favor.

And I got to see a grown man throw a temper tantrum. Lying on the floor. Screaming. Curling up in a ball.

We all kind of stared. You would have too.

"Get up. Right now," said the judge, in a stern voice. He finally did but is rumpled and kind of dirty.

"Did you even read the entire filing?" she asked.

"Well, I, I was busy," he said.

"Too busy to save your house," said the judge. "I can certainly see how this fiasco started. You're just not very good at this."

"Hey!" he said.

"That's hey, your honor," she said. I had to stifle my laugh.

"Read the last page," said the judge. We quickly realize he doesn't even have a copy of the filing. I handed him mine.

He reads it and turns to me.

"You'll forgive the debt for a dollar if I publicly apologize," he said.

"We wouldn't even be here if you had read that," I said. "The wording is clear. If you had apologized before the court date, you wouldn't even have had to pay the dollar."

He looked a little surprised. And deflated.

"I'm sorry," he said. I think he might have meant it. Who knows? It is in the court record now.

I held out my hand. It took him a minute and he finally pulled out his wallet and handed me a dollar.

"That's all great," said the judge. "But I fine you $35,000 for court costs. Once paid, I'll release the lien."

"$35,000!" he said.

"Careful there," said the judge. "My fines for contempt are more."

"Yes, your honor," he said. "But I don't have $35,000."

"Then I guess you don't have a house," she said, lifting her gavel.

"I'll pay it," I said.

"You'd pay his fine," said the judge.

"Well, I am hoping he learned a lesson," I said.

"You know he didn't," said the judge. "We both do."

"A girl can hope," I said.

The judge pondered for a bit.

"I reduce the fine to a dollar, payable in cash," she said. The bailiff walked over, and I handed her the dollar.

"We're done," said the judge, and she banged the gavel.

I still want a gavel.

Well, I had fun.

We'll come back to Climax. And I meant that in every way imaginable.

Mo' malls

Morgon here. I'm on my own. My parents have abandoned me. Just 9-years-old and on the streets. Woe is me.

OK, I couldn't sell that. I could probably sell some of this. You're picturing me naked, aren't you? No need to sell it. I'm happy to give it away for free.

I'm kind of insatiable.

Yes, my parents have abandoned me, sort of. Dad's work with the charity had sped up a bit. If you remember, Dad works for Morgan at Hayden International. It's revenue season so he's off, usually with Mom, doing dinner after dinner. Who knew there was a season for that stuff? The problem is that most of his were in Europe and Asia. Robertville was just easier, so they moved back for a bit.

I guess I never mentioned that I'm responsible for all schools in the Americas now. I had brought in or promoted project managers. For example, Shelby was responsible for the Midwest now and loving every minute of it. Her mom still worked for her and while it was tense at times, it worked.

I was off to work on our next project. I had a new PM and was going to spend a lot of time there for a bit and help him get started. I remember when I started Indianapolis. It would have been nice to have someone just to bounce ideas off of.

Then again there were other things I wanted to bounce off Bjorn. That might have been too subtle. I wanted to bounce up and down on Bjorn. Me. Up and down. Up and down. I might have been shouting on that last up and down. Bjorn is from a suburb of Stockholm. He is tall for his age, about 5'8", works out like a fiend, and has a thick 6-inch (15 cm) cock. All of that is particularly impressive given he is 11 years old.

And funny as hell. Seriously, his jokes are so stupid that you can't help but laugh. OMG. He tells dad jokes. That's what they are. And I like them.

I think Bjorn would be a good dad. I have no idea why I went there. He is genuinely a good guy, and we are really good friends. I'm also married to Max. Both Max and Bjorn are OK with that.

Look at me, with my cock harem.

You're picturing them in those sheer balloon pants like I Dream of Jeannie aren't you? No shirts, just the sheer pants. We own those pants, except they're crotchless.

How handy is that. There was this one time in a helicopter...

Let's get back on track. We were going to Iowa. Yep, Iowa. In the middle of the corn belt. Heck, in the middle of corn fields. One of the malls that Pari bought is the Coralridge Mall in Coralville, Iowa. Coralville. We couldn't be farther from an ocean. We're right in the middle of the country.

Coralville. I suppose the Midwest was under the ocean at one point in history.

Anyway, Coralville is a suburb of Iowa City, which is home to the University of Iowa. College towns are cool. They're a little bastion of liberals in a conservative state. Oh, it's still conservative. After all, this is Iowa. It was going to be interesting to see how this meeting went. We were going to a closed meeting with the Coralville town council. It's challenging with the open meetings laws, but there are exceptions for confidential discussions, and these couldn't have been more confidential. Even so, word must have gotten out, because when we got there, there were two groups of protestors. For and against.

The for group was easily 500 people. The against group was 4 people. Four. Now, this is Iowa, so everyone was being polite. In fact, the leaders of the two groups were having an animated discussion about it. Not heated, animated. They were both women in their thirties and they were arguing and laughing. Well that was interesting. A polite protest and anti-protest. I'm not sure which side was which. I walked over to them and introduced myself. They both knew exactly who I was. The crowd had clearly caught that Max is with me. So were Bjorn and Pari. Pari felt like she should join for support, but it was my meeting. I took a chance and invited the two women into the meeting to represent their sides of the argument. I found out that the woman that was For our school is Stephanie and that the woman that was Against is Courtney. I also found out that they had been next-door neighbors since birth and had been in the same classes since pre-k. They were best friends and always would be but didn't agree on this issue. They were rehashing months of discussions, ever since we bought the company that owned Coralridge Mall. Not Simon. This was Pari's second big acquisition. Or maybe third.

Mo' malls.

We went inside and they had a table for us. Our two new friends sat behind us with Max.

"Stephanie and Courtney, what are you doing in here? This is a closed meeting," asked the chairperson.

"I invited them," I said. "We felt they should have the opportunity to share their positions before you voted."

"But Courtney is against the project," he said.

"Sure," I added. "Wouldn't you want to hear both sides from the public?"

"And you are?" he asked.

"Morgon," I said. "I'm responsible for all of our schools in the US and run them until a permanent President is hired. With me is Bjorn, who will be the overall project manager for the Coralridge program. To my right is Pari, who is the Minister of Education for the Kingdom of Dionysus and the owner of the Coralridge mall, along with several hundred more malls."

I didn't mention that Pari is Amy and Bob's girlfriend and future wife. They'll get there.

"We know the young man behind you," said the chairperson. "May I ask why he is joining you?"

"For several reasons. We thought that you might want to meet accomplished students that came through our schools. That includes all of us. Pari, Max, and I all flew that day. Max is Martan's twin brother." There were several gasps from the committee.

"You flew?" asked one of the women. "How old are you?"

"Now, I'm 9 years old," I said. "At the time I was 8 years old. Our youngest pilots were 4 years old. They are also the twin children of our king and queen. Every trained pilot flew. Every single member of the Royal family flew, from the King and Queen to their 4-year-old twins. It didn't matter how old they were. They had to. Our educational system doesn't just benefit our youth, although it does quite spectacularly, but it saved the world. It's that simple."

"I withdraw my objection," jumped in Courtney. "She's right. They saved the world. I don't really approve of everything that goes on, but they fucking saved the world."

With that, they voted, and it was in unanimous support of the school. I admit I was surprised.

"That was a pretty brilliant argument," said Stephanie. I admit I laughed.

"Good thing I came up with it when he asked why they were here," I said. Courtney and Stephanie both stared at us.

"It's a good thing he didn't ask about our relationship," said Max, and they both laughed. Courtney and Stephanie just looked at us.

"Max is my husband," I said.

"Of course he is," said Courtney. "I admit I really don't understand any of this. I really do want to support you, but can you help me understand?"

"Well, I'm 11 years old," said Max, with a big grin, looking right at Courtney. It took her a moment, but she blushed.

And her nipples got hard. Really hard.

"I'm sorry," said Max. "That was inappropriate."

"It was fine," said Courtney, in a guttural voice.

"I'll tell you what," I said. "Do you both have some time? Why don't you walk through the mall with us, and we'll point out exactly what we'll be doing. Do you have kids?"

"Yes," they both said. Courtney got jinx out. Then Max was Max.

"This is where you're supposed to passionately kiss her," said Max, to Stephanie. "You've been friends since birth. I guarantee you experimented with each other and liked it." Their jaws both dropped, they both blushed and all four nipples were rock hard now.

"Don't say anything. It doesn't matter. If you did, fantastic for you. If you didn't more power to you as well. We'll talk about it and answer any of your questions," I said. "Let's just eat. We have reservations at Chez Grace for lunch. Our treat."

"We love Chez Grace, but it isn't open for lunch," said Stephanie.

"It is today," I said. "For us. We'll explain that, too. Come on." Just then Stephanie looked around and clearly made sure that the room was empty. Then she leaned in and gave Courtney a kiss. Quite a kiss. Courtney leaned into it, too, and their tongues danced. Then Courtney tweaked Stephanie's nipple, which got a moan out of her. They finally broke the kiss.

"I guess you were right," laughed Courtney. They were both really attractive. I looked around and both boys were hard. The women noticed me look and then they looked and then they moaned.

"I am very confused," said Courtney.

"I'm not," said Stephanie. "I'd let either one of them fuck me right now."

This took an unexpected turn.

"Let's back up a bit. Your kids. Do you have kids? Would they like to join us for lunch? Maybe your husbands, too?" said Pari. I looked over and her nipples were rock hard, too. You can't take them anywhere.

"Nope," thought Pari. Out! She laughed. She's got a nice laugh.

Courtney had two kids, 9-year-old Isabelle, and 10-year-old Brayden. Stephanie had two kids as well, 9-year-old Logan and 10-year-old Sarah.

"Listen," said Pari. "The world is moving faster than you expect and our influence is broader than you expect. I would bet you $100 that your four children are sexually active with each other. I would double that bet that not a single one of them is a virgin. We will talk to them at lunch, openly, about it."

"There is no way," said Courtney. "I'd take that bet. No way." Stephanie put her hand on Courtney's shoulder.

"Don't take the bet," said Stephanie. "I know Logan and Sarah are. I've caught them together and had the talk. They asked me to have the talk with Isabelle and Brayden, too, and I did."

Courtney just stared at her.

"You talked to my kids about sex? You think they're sexually active? Why would you do that?" said Courtney, clearly a little hot.

"Because you wouldn't and I knew it and they were scared to ask," said Stephanie. "I thought it was better to have the conversation with them then for Isabelle to be a pre-teen mom."

Courtney took a deep breath.

"Thank you, but next time tell me," said Courtney. "I deserve to know."

"Fair enough," said Stephanie. With that, we went to pick up their kids and husbands and go to lunch. In our E-82. Everyone we picked up knew what one was. I guess that is to be expected now. Saved the world and all that.

Stephanie is married to Carson and Courtney is married to Trenton. They were both freaking hunks. Hell, all four kids were model gorgeous in the Midwest sexy way. The parents were all freaked out about the plane trip. The kids just took it as normal. We didn't even go anywhere exotic. Just to lunch.

Now, that was a lunch

Pari here. Yes, it was going to be great food, but I was confident in the conversation, too. I asked Morgon if she would mind if I pushed a few buttons. I asked as everyone was gathered to get off the plane. We were right at the front and about to open the door. As soon as I asked her, she leaned in and gave me quite a kiss, with a lot of wet tongue, while rubbing me with her palm.

Down there. Oh, she made it really obvious, and it felt damn good. I turned to face everyone. All four kids were just beaming with huge smiles. So were the dads. Both of them.

So was Stephanie. Now here is the big test.

Courtney looked stunned.

Then she moaned. A deep, guttural moan.

"We have the restaurant to ourselves," I said. "We're going to have a heart-to-heart about our schools and about boundaries, and about sex. It is going to be uncomfortable, but you all should have had this conversation. These four kids are fucking each other every single day and one of the girls is going to get pregnant because you're too embarrassed to deal with it. Well grow the fuck up." The two dads were going nuts and focusing on sex. You knew they would. Isabelle walked over to her dad, Trenton. Remember, this is Courtney's daughter. Isabelle waved for her dad to lean down. We all assumed she wanted to say something to him privately.

She didn't. She used her left hand around his neck to pull him in for a kiss. She used her right hand to give him a hand job through his pants. She didn't stop either and he leaned into it. Finally he let out a guttural moan.

And came in his pants. It shocked him out of it, and he stood up quickly.

"Oh fuck. What did I just let happen?" said Trenton.

"It's fine. It really is. You're on our plane. Entirely legal," I said. "It's also natural and normal. Your kids all need our schools, but if you don't understand that an active sex life, including you, is part of the deal, then don't enroll them. Protest if you must, but I will tell you right now, that would be screwing them much worse than leaning Isabelle and Brayden over that seat and fucking them both in the ass."

Trenton started to say something, but all four kids moaned. Yeah, all four.

"Wait," said Trenton, to Brayden. "You've been fucked in the ass?"

"Sure. Many times. And I've fucked Isabelle and Sarah. I've fucked Logan and he's fucked me. I've been in a train with him fucking me while I fucked Sarah and she went down on Isabelle. We are two-thirds of the way through the Kama Sutra and that's trying every combination of us. Get over it, dad. We're smart enough to do it, not to abstain. It helps. I know it does," said Brayden, all in one breath.

"Can you fly?" I thought to Brayden. He whipped his head around and looked at me.

"Yes, but do you really want to go there?" he thought.

"No, I guess not," I thought, smiling at him.

"You're thinking to each other," said Courtney.

"What are you talking about?" I said.

"I didn't say that out loud," said Courtney, this time actually out loud.

"Wait, what?" said Stephanie. "Who? Who's thinking to who?"

"All of them," said Trenton. "Right? You can all do it?"

Just then Sarah and Isabelle lifted their legs and sat crisscross.

Three feet off the ground.

Then Stephanie and Courtney did it.

"Oh, this is going to be interesting," said Max. "If they can all do that and they're not all fucking each other, I can't wait to see what they can do once they are."

That was hard to argue against. Hah! Hard. I've got to tell Bob that one.

The conversation was spirited and lively and all the parents, in the end, were intrigued.

"I have a theory," said Sarah. "I've been researching it through a study of endocrinology."

"You've been studying endocrinology," said Carson.

"Yes, but let me go on," said Sarah. "The fact that Mom and Courtney can do it likely confirms a theory I've had for a long time. When did you lose your virginity, Mom? Also when did you become regularly active? Daily or more. I'm guessing by 6 or maybe 7." Stephanie blushed. So did Courtney. Remember, next door neighbors for life.

"OK, I will admit it. I was 6. I was getting fucked daily by 7. I was a bit of a slut. I loved cum. I still do. I wish I got more of it," said Courtney. Trenton looked at her.

"You do?" said Trenton.

"Yes, I do. This societal shit sucks. I know what goes on in Dionysus and I can't even explain why I protested. I'm always horny and I love our sex life, but I'd love to get fucked a few times a day by a variety of cocks," said Courtney.

"Me too," said Trenton, softly. Courtney smiled. Really big.

"We're so stupid. Why weren't we just honest with each other?" said Courtney.

"OK, I'll start," said Carson. "Trenton and I fuck all the time. We have for years. We're careful to not use ourselves up but we love it. Our shared dream is a foursome where we all play with each other."

"Can we watch?" asked Sarah.

"Sure," said Stephanie. "But this is Dionysus, right?"

"Yes," said Bjorn, with a big smile.

"Then why limit it to watching?" said Courtney. "Let's all fuck. Sorry, Morgon, you'll be more limited."

"Nope. I'm 9," said Morgon. The moans were loud and long. We had setup an empty storefront as our office, and it had a bedroom. You can't be surprised that it had a bedroom. I took Sarah's hand and headed that way.

I'm pretty sure we changed their lives, but strongly suggested that they limit their parent/child play to a Dionysus property. They understood. I gave them the code to the outer door of this suite. Hey, why not. Fuck away, new friends. Now, we need a house.

It turned out that both Stephanie and Courtney were realtors, specializing in property around Coralville Lake. Bjorn really wanted to be on the lake, with a dock. Not only were they both realtors, the were co-owners of the most successful boutique realty firm in the area.

They are also orally talented. Sorry, that just snuck in. I'll pass the pen. It is going to be Bjorn's house, not mine. I might stay there when I am in town. I hope it won't be so busy that I am forced, yes forced, to stay in Bjorn's bed, with him.

That would be awesome, err awful.

No, it would be great. We're both horny things.

Maybe I'll bring my lovers, too.

You know. Amy and Bob. OK, admittedly lovers wasn't very specific.

Bjorn's house

We're house hunting today. Morgon here. I insisted I needed to come because he wouldn't spend any money. All he cared about was a dock on the lake. They're rare because it is an Army Corps Lake and they're not allowed in new houses.

So it was house hunting time. The lake was just up the road. Coralville Lake. The problem was that it was very limited in houses with docks. None were for sale. I could solve that with stupid money but even there nothing really sparked our interest. This is going to sound bad again, but none were really big enough. Bjorn and I were just driving around the lake looking around and discovered one of the marinas had a restaurant. Bobbers. We are on our own at the moment, just looking around.

We were hungry so we stopped in. Bjorn is big for his age but clearly not 16. I'm not even close but I was driving. That got some looks in the parking lot. I'm used to it. It might have been that we got out of a Bugatti Veyron convertible. Or maybe that we flew in. Hey, it was easier to look at houses from the air.

Get used to it, Iowa.

I'm pretty sure they weren't going to serve us until a couple sitting next to the window called over the waitress. They chatted for a minute and the woman pointed out the window at the Bugatti. For some reason that changed their attitude. We understood. We are kids to them. They weren't being malicious.

They were waiting for our parents to show up.

"So what local delicacy would you recommend?" asked Bjorn.

"The breaded pork tenderloin sandwich," said the waitress. "You two look to be in good enough shape that it won't kill you."

That was an odd endorsement, but we were game. They came out pretty quickly and my goodness they were huge. They spilled out of the bun to the edge of the plate. The waitress was kind enough to suggest we trim it to the bun, and she would bring us an extra bun to make a sandwich to take home. They also came with a mountain of French fries.

I didn't ruin the fun and admit that I'd been raised on pork tenderloins. I'm from Indiana. They're a Midwest thing. I showed Bjorn the fun of dipping the sandwich in ketchup, too. Then I asked for cocktail sauce. Oh joy.

We had a nice lunch. Bjorn apologized as he pulled out his phone and looked something up. Then he smiled.

"I have the solution. This marina includes almost 20 acres along the water that is undeveloped. It is a bit of a hill so safe from flooding. We'll never get a new dock approved. So let's buy the marina. Extend it a little for slips for our boats and build a mansion or two. We'll need stupid money I suspect," said Bjorn. The guy is brilliant. I caught the waitress' attention and asked who owned the entire marina. It was a couple that had owned it for decades. She mentioned they were in the office. I politely asked if she could see if they'd chat with us. She left briefly and came back with an older couple. We invited them to sit down and introduced ourselves.

"Oh, we know who you are. You two are the talk of the town. Our grandkids will all be applying," said the woman. Well that was encouraging. "Is there anything we can do for you?"

"Perhaps I am being blunt," said Bjorn. "But we are interested in purchasing the marina."

They looked at each other and smiled.

"We have been considering retiring," said the woman, whose name was Karolyn, with a K.

"Then our timing might be perfect. May I ask a few questions?" asked Bjorn. They both smiled and nodded.

He pulled out his phone and folded it out to be a tablet and brought up the plat map.

"Is this correct?" he asked showing it to them. They agreed it was.

"Are there any restrictions on building a home in the open area north of the marina?" asked Bjorn.

"No. We always wanted to build there but could never afford it," said Kert. With a K. And an E. They like the letter K.

Oh. I wonder if anyone else knows they're siblings?

"Is there a solid manager that could continue to run the place?" asked Bjorn. He was on a roll, so I just stayed out of it. They exchanged glances.

"Not really," said Karolyn. I had to jump in. There was someone.

"Spill it. There is someone and you're hesitant to tell us," I said. Bjorn wouldn't have picked up on it, but I did.

"OK. If anyone will understand you will," said Karolyn. "Our 14-year-old granddaughter has dreamed of running the marina since she was in kindergarten. She is amazing and could do it now. She is going to be devastated it is leaving the family. No one else cares all that much. They're all involved in their lives and more power to them."

Bjorn just nodded to me. He knew to let me jump in. Not because he didn't see the solution, but it was a bit above his pay grade.

"Have you had it appraised?" I asked. They threw out a number which I thought was way too low. This was their life's work.

"Can we meet her? What's her name? Is she one of the kids that will be applying? How many grandchildren will be applying?" I asked. They both laughed.

"That's a lot of questions," laughed Karolyn. "In order, I think. Yes, you may meet her, but you already have. She's your waitress, Kaycie. Also with a K. Yes, she will be applying. Six kids applying. Did I miss one?"

"OK. We are prepared to make an offer but would like to talk to her. Can someone cover for her?" I asked.

"Sure," said Karolyn. "I can." She hopped up and brought Kaycie back. Kert hopped up and pointed at his chair and walked away. Damn. He was going to help sub for Kaycie. That's the relationship to which everyone should aspire. The relationship I know I already have.

Yay me.

We did full introductions and asked her to join us. I told her the truth that Bjorn was building the school and that I would be staffing it and temporarily running it. I fibbed a bit and said this was an interview for the school.

Damn, she is smart. Passionate, too. She had solid arguments on why she should be admitted and jumped right into a pitch for the other grandkids. I loved that. Then I hit her with a question.

"What's your dream job? The one you've thought about for years?" I asked.

She laughed a quick laugh.

"You're sitting in it. I don't know how but I hope to run this marina and restaurant someday. I basically grew up here," we talked for a bit more and then I told her thank you and let her swap back with her grandparents.

"She's wonderful," said Bjorn. "She is perfect for our school and the job."

"I don't understand. What job?" asked Kert.

"Let me jump in. We have a proposal for you. We will have to work out some of the details but here is the outline. We think your appraisal sucked. We need it all intact for this to work, but we want to build a very large house in the open acreage. Are we correct that there is a five acre lot at the other end?" I asked.

"Yes. We had hoped to build there someday for Kaycie," said Kert.

"OK," I said. "Our offer is for double the appraisal. We will build a very large house on the big end and add more slips for our boats. At the other end, we will build two houses, each on half the space. One for the two of you. The other for Kaycie," I said. "In addition we will grant Kaycie 49% of the stock in the corporation and the position of General Manager."

"I am confused. I thought your interest was now," said Kert.

"It is, Kert," said Karolyn. "They would do all that now."

"She is a kid!" said Kert.

"Um, excuse me?" I said. "I forgot the most important part. We would guarantee Kaycie a spot in the first class when the school opens. We can't do that for all the grandkids, but we can for her."

"Sold," said Karolyn, sticking out her hand. "But you should talk to Kaycie and make sure she agrees. After all, she will be your co-owner."

So we did. We even offered her that she could start school online and attend classes at other campuses.

"How would I do that?" she laughed. We explained ordering up a plane.

"So if I wanted a weekend on the moon, I would just order it up," she said.

"Sure, but you understand it is a resort," I said. That got me a brilliant smile.

"Oh yes. Completely," she said. Oh boy.

"We are heading to New York for a couple days to design the house. Why don't you come with us, and you can design yours," said Bjorn. Nice, Bjorn.

"Yeah no. I have to work," said Kaycie.

"I'm pretty sure the General Manager would give you a couple days to spend time with your boss, Bjorn, and his boss. Me," I said.

"Why am I her boss?" asked Bjorn.

"Your idea, yours to run," I said.

He laughed and nodded. We did make sure that Stephanie and Courtney got commissions. It was the least we could do. Everyone missed that we changed the numbers a bit and restructured the deal. We only owned the lot on the north end. The rest belonged to Kaycie.

We just wanted a house and a dock.

The Big Apple

I have never been to New York. Then again, I had never been to Coralville, Iowa. I might have done them out of order, but considering they're going to be back-to-back, that's OK. Oh, Bjorn. Kaycie is coming with me and so are Morgon and Shelby.

I hope I survive. We are staying in Cassie and Luke's guest house. I don't actually know them, since they moved before I started this job, but Morgon told me I should be excited.

So I am excited. Oh, forgot. Sindy is coming. And cumming. I do have to laugh, because Sindy is the only one in our group that is a normal adult.

Morgon had me land on the top of a giant office building that appeared to have a plane parking lot.

That's kind of weird. Once we went down the stairs, we all found out that this was actually Amy and Bob's big apartment. Morgon said they prefer to keep the planes here rather than in a more public area. Hard to argue that. People kept walking into the force fields. It's kind of weird. The plane announces it to them, but they ignore it, and they end up on their ass.

We walked out on the most amazing patio looking over a huge park.

"Central Park," said Morgon, who walked right up to the glass wall. I stood back about ten feet. No way I was doing that. Morgon noticed and stepped back and stood with me. She didn't say a word or comment on anything. She just stood where I felt most comfortable.

I love all these people. Seriously. Can you love everyone in an entire country?

I think you can.

I admit I was surprised that Morgon walked right past the good size orgy and didn't even comment on it. I'd met a few of the people, including Amy and Bob, but not everyone. Someone I knew by reputation and was easily recognizable came and took my hand. Grace.

Yeah, I love Grace, too. I love everyone. She laughed. Yeah, I know she read me. She pulled me over to a lounge and stood in front of me and slowly undressed me.

She was already naked. Damn.

A crowd gathered to watch. So many people I recognized, even if I hadn't met them. Orlando, who was just watching with a smile on his face. That might have been related to Chris being on her knees blowing him. Maybe.

And it kept getting better.

My pen dammit

It has been less than 24 hours since I met Bjorn and Morgon and I'm here to design my house. This is Kaycie. I spent most of the last 24 hours reading the journal. I had so many things I wanted to try, and I was getting an impression I would have an opportunity. I was watching, too, when Noah walked over and took my hand. The former First Husband. He led me over and stood me right next to Bjorn and started to undress me. Just like Grace, whenever something new was exposed, he kissed and licked it. Finally I was naked, and it didn't even feel weird. I stopped thinking about it when Noah dropped to his knees and started licking me. I think I lasted about 4 seconds. My knees buckled and Noah caught me and laid me back onto the lounge, right next to Bjorn. Grace walked around and stood next to Noah and they both smiled at us. They were even holding hands. I have no idea what is going on.

Oh.

I rolled over and sat on Bjorn's legs. I lifted up and sat down on his cock. I had never fucked in front of a big audience before and it was both incredible and distracting. Bjorn's passionate, but unskilled. You can tell he is still fairly new to all this.

Still good enough to get me off. Repeatedly. He finally filled me up and I rolled off.

Noah and Grace were still standing there, holding hands, and smiling. Chris wasn't blowing Orlando anymore, but was standing and holding his hand. I saw Gabe, with Carlina and even King Bob and Queen Amy were together, holding hands, with Pari between them.

Holy shit. Pari and the King and Queen. I think I knew that, but it really just connected it all. For some reason, that pushed me over again. Hard. I finally calmed down and Grace walked over and got down on her knees next to us.

"I'm sorry. that was presumptuous of us," said Grace. "You can get dressed and head out or you can stay and watch or play." I looked at Bjorn, who had a silly look of excitement on his face.

Oh good.

"Who is your first choice, Bjorn?" I asked. He looked at me, realizing what I had said.

"I need only look to your right, for the beauty of you both shines upon me," said Bjorn.

Then all three of us laughed, but Grace climbed over me and settled right down on Bjorn's cock. I looked at Noah.

"Get your cock over here," I said, in my stern voice. All women have a stern voice. If you hear it, run. Towards or away, depends on the circumstance.

Noah walked over and then nodded at Grace, who lifted up and off of Bjorn. Noah had me lay down, across the bed, and then Grace got on her knees over me. Noah lifted my legs and put them over his and slid forward.

And in. Bjorn figured out his role and slipped into Grace. I couldn't see much but Grace was getting hammered hard. I might have lost consciousness for a bit or at least lost my ability for coherent thought. One. Continuous. Orgasm.

Finally Noah pulled out and came on my tits. Then Grace rolled off and Bjorn came all over my pussy. Finally, a young man pulled out of Bjorn and added his cum to my chest. I would find out that he is Horacio and I admit to surprise that his cock would fit in Bjorn. I was lying on the bed with three loads of cum on me. No, make that four. Pari just jacked off Bob onto my face. I'd never had that done before and thought I'd hate it, but it was kind of nice. Weird, but nice. Grace was talking to Bjorn, who smiled and came over and laid right on top of me. All the cum squeezed between us. He then licked my face and kissed me all the cum. I thought that would be weird, too, but it was wonderful. He worked his way down my body, licking and collecting cum and kissing it to me. Lots and lots of cum. Finally I was pretty clean, although he was sticky. He slid up, and in. I don't know who was inhabiting Bjorn's body, but they are a masterful lover. Gentle, teasing, pounding.

It was amazing. I rolled him and ended up on top just bouncing and he lasted and lasted. His hands roamed and this man had paid attention to what worked with others. Seriously. He learned. A lot. He finally came, hard, inside me. I just laid down on his chest and we both fell asleep.

They're handling it well

I didn't mean to bring them to a family orgy, but neither of them appear to mind. Given Bjorn and Kaycie are lying on the lounge, sound asleep, naked and sticky, I think we're OK. It feels like there is a spark there. If there is, they'll figure it out. He does have a damn nice cock for his age. Bjorn.

Well, he does. Max, too. You've figured out this is Morgon, right?

I got to play a lot, and Max even more. It's funny being married at my age. I did realize one thing. I have the president of the new school. I don't think Bjorn will want to leave Iowa.

Chloe and Ben are amazing

Kaycie here. I didn't mean that. OK, I meant that, too. Is that more accurate? Sex is a thing here. Hey, nice to meet you, want to fuck? No, no, it's more, nice to meet you, may we please fuck? They're surprisingly polite about sex. Bjorn is reading this over my shoulder and suggested I change that to we are surprisingly polite about sex.

I have had more sex in the last three days than I anticipated in my lifetime. I think I did OK. I don't think people figured out Bjorn was my first.

"Wait, what?" asked Bjorn. I guess I did just tell him, didn't I?

"You were a virgin when we met?" asked Bjorn. "I feel horrible. We dragged you into this way too fast." How should I respond to that? Well, he's hard, so that's an easy call. I rolled over onto his legs and then sat right down on his cock.

"Doesn't feel horrible to me," I said. "It wasn't lack of interest. It was a mixture of things. First, the boys here are boys. There was just no one mature enough for me to fuck, except a teacher or two, but that would never happen."

"We should offer them jobs at the new school," he said, with a smile. Well they are good teachers.

Oh.

"You're suggesting that your girlfriend should discuss get fucked by two hunky teachers. Maybe DP?" I said. He shook his head no.

"I don't have a girlfriend," he said, oddly with a smile. I guess I misread the situation.

"I'm sorry, that was presumptuous of me," I said. I know I sounded sad because I was sad.

"I don't think anyone calls their fiancé their girlfriend, do they?" he said with a smile. What?

Oh.

"So me bouncing up and down on your cock was the time to propose?" I said, in a much better voice.

"I won't know until I hear your answer," said Bjorn.

"Hmm," I said. Well, that backfired. His face just fell. Then he laughed.

"Listen," he said. "There is no pressure. I believe we are soulmates and will marry. If you're not ready, then you're not ready. Maybe you will be someday."

"Shut up, you idiot," I said. "Of course I'll marry you. Jeez."

Then we celebrated our engagement.

"Morgon. Pari. Get in here!" I shouted. "We need to celebrate our engagement." I appreciated the fact that they both came in naked, but given how flushed they were, I suspect they were already naked.

And we celebrated until Bjorn couldn't celebrate anymore.

Moving in already

Chloe and Ben are amazing. Bjorn and I moved into the new family house on Coralville Lake today. My house will be move in ready tomorrow. Oh, this is Kaycie. Somehow I think I'll be spending more nights here than in my own house. I have a house. What 14-year-old has a house?

I don't have time to list them all, starting with people like Morgon, so the point wasn't very good, but still.

We got back from New York 3 days ago. They had designed a way to build houses in pieces, deliver them by cargo plane, and float them into place. It was so cool.

My life has taken a turn for the better.

Email me. Comments, ideas, and suggestions welcome

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