05 September 2022

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International competitions

We're weird and I mean that in a good way. This is Heather. H2. I was trying to have some fun with competitions but have such an odd problem. I decided to start with Math and found several international competitions. I started with the International Math Olympiad. You have to be in high school, which skewed our kids young.

Really young. You see, the competition is in Washington DC in three months.

That's longer than high school for most of our kids. To figure out where we stood in the world, I put every high school math student through the highest level, most complex, most difficult test. A four-hour test.

They all got 100%. Every single student.

The laggards finished the test in 20 minutes.

Well, I think the country competition is unnecessary. We decided to wait and do a lottery a week before the competition. We had to. A week earlier and half our class might graduate. Time flew and it was time to pick a team. We needed four team members and one alternate. Everyone had to promise to not graduate this week.

What a weird thing to have to do.

We did set a minimum age of 4. No particular reason other than an entire team of 2-year-olds might be showing off. I do laugh. People like Jessica and Bill weren't eligible, even though they are 5. They're not in high school anymore. Bringing an 5-year-old with multiple PhDs and another with the MD would be fun, but not allowed. Same problem with Nan, Tegan, Ty, Natalie. Natalie teaches PhD level math. You see the problem.

Time flew and we held the lottery. OK, I had to laugh. Through pure chance, three of our team members are 4. Keja, Madilyn, and Leonn. Our fourth team member is Korey, who is 9. Our alternate is the odd man out, or maybe old man out, so to speak. Jamarr is 16. A very fine 16, too.

I guess I should describe them a bit. It is kind of our thing. The three youngest were all small, which is to be expected. Keja is from Oceanus and is Filipino. Madilyn is from Boreas and is Norwegian. Leonn is from Helios and Hispanic.

Korey is from Nashville and has the cutest accent. He's also freaking adorable. Jamarr is from one of our schools in LA. Jamarr is black.

I can play with Korey and Jamarr. I will play with Korey and Jamarr. I also talked to the younger kids' parents and to Amy and arranged for them to have a short-term exception. I couldn't play with them, of course.

But I could watch. Hmm. I guess that means I'm giving up some cock, aren't I?

I think I can live with that. After all, we're staying at The Falls. You never know who might be there. Barb and Davis, right? Probably Amai.

Did you hear me moan?

Ruby came and picked us up. That was thoughtful of her. I thanked her and she laughed.

"Given the half hour round-trip, it didn't really put me out," said Ruby. Before we even got on the plane, Leonn had already suggested something to Ruby. A surprisingly graphic suggestion.

Which she accepted.

"Why did you pick us up so early?" asked Keja.

"So we could all fuck in space," said Ruby.

"A very fine reason," replied Keja. Darn it. I am not even supposed to share what happened in space. What can I share? Korey and Jamarr. Ruby and me.

We kind of wore them out. First they used three on the younger kids and yes one of them is a boy. So?

Then Ruby got down to business. She turned on the gravity and positioned us all where she wanted us. Korey was facing her and slid into the golden arches. They looked nice together. Ruby laid back and I climbed on. I could lick Korey. I could lick Ruby.

And I did. All while Jamarr was fucking me and Ruby was licking away. Ruby had picked her position carefully.

All the cum ended up on her. All I could do was watch.

While they all cleaned her up.

Ruby is fun.

Staying with the retired President

Maybe we shouldn't have, but Chris invited us to stay at the Falls. We did get rooms at the hotel, too, for a place to crash. Sure, crash. It was just six of us. Parents were not invited to the competition. Having come from teaching in the US, I get it. Parents can get caught up in it and act like shits. They can!

Not the parents of our kids. They want them to succeed through their own efforts. We don't have helicopter parents. They're involved and encouraging, but frankly, most of our kids pass their parents in education level by the time they're 10. Or 7. Or 4.

The thing is, the kids are incredibly mature, too. You see flashes occasionally, but rarely for long. They catch themselves or someone calls them out. If you're called out in our culture, you freaking fix your behavior.

A little tangent. Just a little one.

We landed early because of the time change only to discover Chris and Noah at the house to welcome us.

Then they welcomed us. Not all of us, of course. No, that's not quite true. They're both under 18.

They welcomed us all.

So did Bill, Jessica, Colby, and Nylah. They were our cheering section. We were allowed five total staff. Chaperones, and the like.

Me and those four.

Once we get past the 4-year-old team members, we should be good, right?

Oh good. Tomas is here, too. So are Morgan and Sophia. Hunter, Hallie, and Leslie. Thank goodness Jamarr and Korey had recovered. We were shy on cock. We made do. I've missed Chris and Noah. I asked why they were here, given Chris isn't President. Apparently they're helping out with the transition back. It turned out they'd gotten a lot of shit done.

Remember what we did on the plane? I was on the bottom, with Tomas in the golden arches. Leslie was on top of me, and Korey is just pounding Leslie.

Korey has skills. Korey can cum. A nice combo for a 9-year-old.

We were exhausted, but too wired to sleep, so Chris led the way to the big indoor pool. Naked, of course. What I loved is that in this mansion, there are all kinds of pool toys. For the kids. Uh huh. OK, Jessica and I fought over the inflatable swan, but we ended up with her lying face down on me while we floated. Nothing untoward, particularly given she is fast asleep. That's when I looked around and realized almost all of the youngest kids were in the same position on someone older. Colby on Chris and Nylah on Noah. Bill is sound asleep on Leslie. Jamarr was asleep with Leonn. Tomas with Madilyn.

You get the idea. We quickly, and quietly, worked out a plan that one of us on the bottom was always awake. I took the first hour.

Which I slept right through. Oops. We all woke up when the light came in the window. We'd dodged a bullet, so quickly agreed to never do that again and it was on me.

Which got me quite a hug and kiss from Chris. Naked Chris. Which led to a pretty powerful 69 with Chris.

A nice way to start the day.

Plus bacon. We had a lot of bacon.

We got here early

We knew it was going to confuse the heck out of people. You've heard variations all the way back to Carlina and NYU. Except she was at least 7 at the time.

So old.

So we got there early. There wasn't a line, that's for sure. They were still setting up. I walked in with one 16-year-old, one 9-year-old and everyone else was younger. Including the four members of the royal family. We walked up to the registration desk. You could see they were still a little frazzled.

"Excuse me, I know we're early, but we're the team from Dionysus and our team might be a bit controversial," I said. "We thought we should play it safe." The women looked at our team and then back to me. She walked around the desk and came up to our group. I was expecting a shit show.

"I'm Dorothy," she said, holding out her hand to me. "I'm the director of the event. I'm just helping out at registration because we had a huge group of volunteers cancel at the last minute."

"I'm Heather," I said. "These are our team members, and these four are our chaperones." I waved my arm a bit to take in the four.

She stepped over in front of the four royals. I managed to not laugh, but it is fucking hilarious.

She just bowed. Jessica stepped forward. Are you surprised it was Jessica?

Didn't think so.

She held out her hand.

"I'm Jessica," she said. "It is a pleasure to meet you. This is such a wonderful event. May I ask the requirements to be a volunteer?"

"This is a public event, and also an international event, so our only requirement is that you be an adult in your own country and have an FBI background check. That last one means we're a bit constrained," said Dorothy.

"One would assume that a Top Secret clearance with the US government would suffice?" asked Jessica. Dorothy laughed.

"Yes, that would," she said, with a smile.

"How many volunteers would be ideal? Not too few. Not too many?" asked Jessica.

"We need twenty at a time, which means to cover the whole event, we'd need thirty," said Dorothy.

"OK. Well, four of us are here now," said Jessica. She looked at Bill, who had his phone out. He just nodded. My guess is they'd had quite a chat. Just without talking.

"Why don't you train us in the most critical roles and when the rest of the team arrives, we can brief them," said Jessica.

"Thank you so much!" said Dorothy. "We need all four of you at registration right now, since the rush is about to start. We'll need another six when they arrive. The rest will get spread out, so I'll find people to get them up to speed quickly. Why don't the four of you come around to the other side and I'll run through the registration process." With that, she turned and walked around to the other side with the four kids following her.

"We'll use your team as our trainers," said Dorothy. She quickly showed them the process and they clearly understood.

"We've got this," said Nylah. "You go do what you need to do." I guess we were not as controversial as I expected.

With that, Dorothy smiled and went to unlock the now locked doors that we came through. We'd been that early. An influx of students and chaperones flooded the registration desk. Dorothy came and stood next to me.

"It looks like they have it managed," said Dorothy.

"You knew who they were," I said. Dorothy laughed.

"I'm a bit of a Royal watcher. One can dream," said Dorothy. I turned and she had a big smile on her face. We'll have to see how this develops. We like open-minded strong people. She was looking at me, and over my shoulder, and then her expressions changed to what had to be shock.

I guess our team arrived.

Today is a good day to be a Royal watcher. Leading the pack holding hands, were Bob, Pari, and Amy. Yep, Pari in the middle, where she often, maybe usually, is. The thing I love about all that is that the entire family, on both sides, thinks they're wonderful together. Think about that. Pari, who is 12, is in a serious relationship with both our king and queen and Pari's parents love it. It's not about the money or power.

It makes Pari happy. Hell, it makes us all happy.

Given they had arrived so quickly, I admit I was surprised that they were all dressed up. Behind them was a wide swath of the extended family. Everyone that had lived here in DC, including Chris herself, plus more. Noah, Ruby, Tomas, Tavi, and Amara were right behind Pari and team. Yes, Pari and team. Behind them were Gabe, Carlina, Luca, and Tegan.

I peeled Pari to the side for a moment. She seemed to be in charge.

"All of you have clearance?" I said.

"Yes," said Pari. "We're too close to Chris not to have had it. This administration does it properly. It was more complicated for the rest of us, but possible."

That's good, because the group kept growing. Morgan, Sophia, Jim, and Tim. Well, there's a nice group. Rylee, Carol, and Henry. Leslie, Hunter, and Hallie.

Bringing up the rear were Luke and Cassie. Cassie is radiant. Her nice little A cups are still wonderful C cups from nursing. Pari went right up to Dorothy and stuck out her hand.

"Hi, I'm Pari," she said. "We have twenty-one more, so with the four already here, we're at 25," said Pari. "We'll have five more here shortly. Once we work out a schedule, we'll release a few and ask them to come back for their time slot." Just then Jessica came around with a piece of paper and handed it to Dorothy.

"I've put together a rough schedule of assignments with Dot," said Jessica. Dot, who looked remarkably like a younger version of Dorothy. Dorothy was looking at the schedule. She smiled.

"This looks perfect," said Dorothy.

"I also wanted to suggest that you have a number of volunteers of note, which you clearly know, but if you'd like one or more to be involved in awards presentation, or even offer that the top 3 finalists could have dinner with part of our group, we'd be happy to accommodate. I've put a list of those available. I'd suggest we treat it a little like a draft. The winner picks one person, then the second place person and just keep rotating through until they've picked 3 or 4. Whatever we decide. Then that group treats them to dinner. I've taken the liberty of making reservations at sixteen nearby top tier restaurants. They can pick and then others will dine at the remainder. I've also arranged a volunteer dinner with whomever of our team is remaining."

"You did all this in the last twenty minutes," said Dorothy. Jessica laughed.

"I could say yes, but I had a group of team members do all the heavy lifting," said Jessica. I suspect those reservations have been in place for months. Jessica, you know.

"It all sounds wonderful," said Dorothy.

"Heather, may I make one more small suggestion?" said Jessica. "It's a bit radical." What could I do but nod?

"I think the Dionysus team should declare themselves ineligible for awards," said Jessica. "They can participate, but their scores will come out of all rankings and group calculations."

I saw her point, but this would be so disappointing to the kids. I looked towards them, and they were in a little huddle. Finally Keja broke free. She's become their leader.

"We concur," said Keja. "While everyone enjoys accolades, we believe it would be unfair given our educational system is so vastly superior. However, we do have a request. We believe this is a force for good for the world understanding how starkly different our program is. Could it be explained right up front, and our scores published, too? While the recognition would feel great, the world needs to see the size of the gap."

Dorothy just looked at me.

"They all took the full practice exam. They all got 100%. The student who took the longest took 19 minutes. One of the team completed it in 7 minutes," I said.

"Hey," said Madilyn. "I got all the answers faster. I just don't write that fast. I'm 4!"

"Point taken," I said. Madilyn is a hoot.

"100%. That fast," said Dorothy. I just nodded.

"Wow," said Dorothy.

"She's not telling the whole story," said Keja. I hadn't, but now Keja was going to. I just looked right at her and she laughed.

"That's what I get for sticking my nose in," said Keja, still laughing. She turned to Dorothy.

"The test was administered to every eligible student in the school system. The age range was 2 to 16. Every single student got 100%. That's the group from which the 19 minutes comes from. We're here because we won a lottery to be on the team. Everyone would have done just as well."

"How many students is that?" she asked.

"I can answer that," said Pari. "It's a little difficult to keep up because we graduate so many people from high school on a given day."

"Did you say day?" said Dorothy and Pari laughed.

"Yes," said Pari. "We can't make them wait for a semester's end. The average time for one of our students from kindergarten to their high school diploma is 5 months. On any given day, we have roughly 1.4 million eligible students. Only 1.3 million or so were eligible for the lottery."

"What happened to the other 100,000?" asked Dot, who had just walked up.

"They graduated," said Pari. "There was three weeks between the test and the lottery."

Dorothy just stared and then looked at the registration desk.

"So all four of those kids got 100%," said Dorothy.

"No," said Pari. "They were not eligible, since they've already graduated. All four have Master's. Actually, all four have at least two Master's. Jessica is working on her second PhD. Or maybe third. Or fourth. Bill is a doctor. Colby and Nylah are broadening their experience with PhDs in Child Development, although they are hell on their professors since they challenge damn near everything. Nylah is also a practicing attorney."

"In what does Bill have his doctorate?" asked Dorothy, just as he walked up.

"Medicine," said Bill, in such a perfect tone. Just answerin' the question ma'am.

Dorothy's jaw dropped.

"You've graduated medical school," said Dorothy and Bill smiled and nodded.

"May I asked from what school?" said Dorothy.

"Harvard," said Bill in the same unassuming voice.

Dorothy turned back to Pari.

"That seems like a good idea," said Dorothy, still clearly a little blown away. Our crowd had been drifting away to their assignments, so it was just Pari and me left.

"I'm the extra volunteer," said Pari. "If you're OK with it, I'll take on the tasks you assigned yourself in the wake of the volunteer shortage. Then you can actually enjoy the event."

"You people are as amazing as all the rumors suggest," said Dorothy, to both of us. Pari beat me to it.

"No, we're not," said Pari. "You needed help. We're here to help. Dionysus implemented a mandatory volunteer program, but then we quickly scrapped it. It was just logging hours of people doing what they were already doing. Most of the traditional volunteer programs don't exist in our world, because we pay people to do jobs that need to be done. This event is a perfect example. We would never staff it with volunteers. We would pay people to do the job. Why take food off someone's table with volunteers? Now, I don't mean that to sound bad, because it is not. Our entire country focuses on the success and well-being of every person in the country. We are both the most competitive and least competitive people on the planet."

Just then Jessica, Bill, Nylah, and Colby walked up.

"Is there anything else that needs to be done?" asked Nylah. Dorothy stared.

"Who's manning the registration desk?" said Dorothy and Nylah laughed.

"No one," said Nylah. "Rylee automated the process. You just walk up and stand in front of one of the cameras and your ID card is printed."

"Huh?" said Dorothy, clearly lost.

"It uses facial recognition to find the student, chaperone and everyone involved and prints the card," said Colby.

"This is an international competition. How would you know who they are?" said Dorothy, just as Rylee walked up.

"We have a pretty extensive database," said Rylee. In other word, every country's database.

Dorothy just stared as a group walked by with their new badges. They included a photo of the person and a bar at the bottom in which the color designated their role. The picture wasn't taken here. They all looked to be the person doing some activity they enjoyed. One young man's picture was him water skiing. Another was a young woman just landing a dismount from the balance beam. One adult chaperone had a wedding picture and the woman walking with him had the same picture.

It looked like their wedding photo. Now that's a solid marriage.

"These pictures are so cool. It's my favorite picture ever," said the water skiing young man as he walked by.

"I know," said the young woman. "I don't even know how they have this picture. I sure don't have one."

"Best day of my life," said the woman as she drifted by, to the man in the picture. They stopped long enough for a quick kiss.

"Just roll with it," said Nylah. "It's so much easier."

Dorothy was in shock. Dot had her phone out. She held it up to Dorothy.

"Sign," said Dot. Dorothy looked confused.

"Sign," said Dot, with more determination. Dorothy used her finger to sign the screen.

"Finally," said Dot. We didn't say a word. This was between them. Dot turned to us.

"My little brother and sister tested at your Georgetown school. They were accepted, but Mom wouldn't sign," said Dot. "Now she has. I'm too old, but at least they'll benefit."

Pari beat me to it.

"There is no such thing as too old," said Pari. "We have students in our system from 2 to 98. No, she had a birthday, and I went to the party. 99. Darn, her last year to play with Lego. If you have a passion for learning, apply."

"I did," said Dot. "When I was 17. She wouldn't sign for me, either." This last sentence was through gritted teeth.

"Pull that back up," said Pari. "Look up yourself."

"I know what it says. Full acceptance. Fast track through the education program. Room, board, and stipend," said Dot, now sounding wistful.

"What makes you think you are no longer eligible?" said Pari.

"Because I graduated high school," said Dot.

"So? That would have gotten you a congratulatory letter and a renewed offer to attend," said Pari. The guilty look on Dorothy's face said it all. Dot was about to explode.

"Hold up," said Pari. "Let's not look back, let's look forward. Remember your mom did it from a place of love, misguided as it might have been. Just sign the screen. You could start tomorrow. Heck, you can take the tour this morning and start this afternoon. You don't need her signature."

"I have to work here for my mom," said Dot, dripping with anger. You could feel it. Pari walked over and took Dot's arm. She looked at Jessica.

"Gotcha both covered," said Jessica. The last thing we saw was Pari damn near pushing Dot out the door. I think I'll be passing the old pen.

It was done out of love

At least this is a mess we can fix. This is Pari. I get why Dot is pissed off. I pushed her all the way outside. I knew a place that was about a block away and headed there, holding her hand. She pulled back a little at first, but finally just went with it and walked with me. I was holding her hand just enough to show that she could pull away if she wanted to. She didn't. I don't know if that is good or bad, or maybe she wasn't even thinking of that. We rounded the corner, and I could see her look around. She stopped and I did, too.

And she leaned in for a kiss.

"Wait," I said. "No, no, don't look disappointed. You're getting that kiss in about 15 seconds. You just have to ask permission. Always. And say please. Always."

She laughed and leaned over a little. Hey, I'm short.

"May I please kiss you?" she said, in the nicest damn voice I have ever heard. Direct, to the point, and with a hint of lust.

Yes, there can be a hint of lust.

"Now the person can answer in the affirmative, or begin the activity requested," I said. Then I put my hands on her cheeks and pulled her in for a kiss. One of my best efforts, I might add. And by cheeks I meant ass cheeks. She was pressed right against me. Her nice B cups mashed against my puffies. Her height gave her a little advantage and she had her leg between mine. She broke the kiss.

"May I please rub my leg against your pussy?" she asked.

"You don't have to ask permission to escalate appropriately. You just have to listen to the non-verbal cues," I said. Then I pushed my pussy hard against her leg. She got me close, and I knew what was about to happen. I stepped back lifted my dress.

And just squirted everywhere. Dot was holding me up at this point, but smart enough to stay out of the way.

It is a good thing I didn't wear panties today. I dropped the dress and we headed on, hand in hand.

"Good thing you weren't wearing panties," said Dot, with a hint of approval. We got to the restaurant and the maître d' knows me. We're not that far from Georgetown.

"Miss Pari," said the maître d'. "Welcome back. We've missed you so. Just the two of you?"

I nodded.

"Right this way," he said. He led us into the restaurant and to a small door. He opened the door and waved us in. It was a small private dining room with a booth inside. A very old school British club feel to it.

We slid in on opposite sides of the table.

"This is the hottest restaurant in town. Reservations are so backed up that there is a lottery. They even opened it up 24/7 to accommodate larger groups," said Dot. "You walked in, and they had a private room open?"

I just smiled and nodded. The door opened and a waiter wheeled in a small cart and parked it next to the table. He nodded and turned to leave.

"You don't get away with that, Stevie," I said.

"I wasn't leaving," he said, as he locked the door. I laughed. I turned to Dot.

"OK, this time I need your permission," I said. "Stevie is hoping for a blowjob. I'm happy to do it, but only if it will not bother you. It also means that if I say yes, another one or two folks might want a similar opportunity. And they might be men or women."

Dot moaned. She was so close. I could tell.

"Could I please help you get over the hump?" I said. Her eyes locked on me.

"Yes, please," she said. I didn't move. I hit her. Maybe a twinge too hard.

She fell out of the booth. Oops. Luckily it is both soft carpet and easy to clean.

I've left squirt and cum in this private room before. More than once. OK, often.

We helped her back up.

"Can I watch you blow him?" she asked. "I never have." Which is how we ended up doing a blowjob seminar. When a cute little waitress came in, no training was required. I admit when the third person came in and Dot asked if fucking was allowed, I was a little surprised. I made the person leave for a moment, but promised I'd make it up to him later.

"The floor of a restaurant is not the place to lose your virginity," I said. She blushed.

"How did you know?" she asked.

"It was pretty clear that you've never seen a penis before," I said. "Usually that precedes fucking." Dot laughed.

"I suppose it would," she said. "But I'm so damn ready."

"I'm not suggesting you wait for Mr. Right. I'm suggesting we find you a person and location that is more memorable. What we call a whisperer," I said, explaining the concept.

"You'd do that for me?" asked Dot. "Would you be the helper?"

"Sure," I said. "In fact, I have a good candidate for you. My brother, Denne. No nicer person in the world. He was my first, too. He's only 10, but more than makes up for it with skill."

"He was your first?" said Dot. "Aren't you dating the Queen and King?"

"Now, but not then," I said. "And yes, I'm with Bob and Amy." That got me a look. Of envy.

"May I ask how old you were?" said Dot.

"My first time?" I said. "I was 6. And to do the math, Denne was 3. Almost 4."

"And you think that's part of this," said Dot. I laughed.

"You've been doing some reading," I said.

"I was enrolled in the education program. The Dionysus education program. I read ahead," she said. "I am so fucking pissed at my mom."

"Feel free to vent, but then you can put it behind you and look forward. Right or wrong, your mom was trying to do what she thought was the right thing," I said.

"Isn't that what the wives of abusers say about staying together for the children?" said Dot, in a fierce tone.

"You and I both know that is not a fair comparison," I said. She kind of deflated.

"But I lost time," said Dot.

"You love your brother and sister, I know you do," I said. "If you destroy your relationship with your mom, then you'll lose them. It might not happen, but it might, so stop it. Now. Let's have lunch, focus on your next steps, and if you really do have an interest, we'll get you laid."

"Actually, you're an outlier," I said. "If you're a virgin."

"With boys," she laughed. "With boys. I believe your research shows that while not as ideal, girl cum works, too. It seems to have for me."

"I love me some pussy," she said, leering overdramatically at me.

"Would you like me to be with you?" I said, softly. I meant more than coaching.

"If I can't have Nessa and Jonn," she said, sadly. Oh. Got it.

"How old are they?" I asked.

"Nessa is 10 and Jonn is 11," she said. I gave her a sly smile.

"You know one option is for Jonn to be your first with Nessa's help," I said, again softly. She let out quite a moan.

"But they wouldn't know what to do. It would scare them," said Dot. I admit, I barked out a laugh.

"Yeah, no," I said, smiling. "Not with those scores." Dot perked up. Then she moaned through a little orgasm. She looked at her watch.

"Do we have to have lunch?" she said, soulfully.

"No, we don't," I said. "Although you'll need food after. Trust me. Let me send a couple texts."

I notified maître' d and he was very gracious. I tipped appropriately. We left and I turned. I had a destination. The Dionysus hotel. Formerly named after a discredited president. In the old post office. I wasn't ready to explain thinking to each other yet, but I thought to Jessica and asked her to get us a nice suite. She quickly replied that she got us the Vindman suite, since the Yovanovitch suite was full. She also said she was on her way to pick up Nessa and Jonn.

Dot laughed.

"You renamed the suites. That is glorious," she said, hitting me with a smile.

"OK, another learning opportunity. Reading someone requires explicit permission," I said. She thought about it for a bit.

"That's fair," she said. "I've never been able to do it with anyone other than my siblings before." I admit I laughed.

"Think to Jessica and ask when they'll be at the hotel," I said. She just stared at me, but clearly focused.

"They're already there!" she said. Then she took my hand and we skipped to the hotel. Yes, skipped. Just two girls skipping so she could lose her virginity to her younger brother.

Nothing to see here.

We skipped through the lobby to the elevator. That got me a lot of smirks from people that knew me. Yes, lots of people at this hotel know me. It's a convenient spot to fuck.

When The Falls is too far.

We took the elevator up and went into the suite. My earrings, you know. Jessica was in the kitchen, making drinks and the two most adorable kids were in the living room. I mean fucking gorgeous. I guess I never described Dot, so I'll describe them all. Dot is stunning, just like her mom. Dot just turned 18, so she's off limits for Jessica. She has long hair, almost to her waist, in a French braid. She's thin, but not skinny, with what look to be uplifted B cups. Hard to know in a bra. Jeez. A bra. Jonn may only be 11, but he is about 5'8", muscular but thin, with a 5-inch (13 cm) thin cock. No, he wasn't naked. I came back and added that once I knew.

Everyone in the room is in clothes. How weird is that. Jessica even seems to have a bra on. Just kidding. She's 5. I believe she may go through her entire life never wearing a bra. Interesting. That's a conversation to have with Hunter and Tomas. That could affect sales. Nah. They don't care. Fewer bras is a win to them.

We did the intros, but clearly everyone knew who everyone else was. Right or wrong, Jessica and I are pretty well-known.

"So, Dot," said Nessa. "Does this mean you're finally ready to lose your virginity to Jonn?"

"How do you know if I am a virgin and why would you think it would be Jonn!" said Dot, trying for incredulous, but failing.

"Wait, did you read me?" asked Dot. "We have a deal on that topic."

"No, we didn't read you," added Jonn. "But I share a wall with you. You get yourself off before you go to sleep, and my name has been mentioned before."

"I know," said Nessa. "I hear it pretty often, too."

"How would you hear it?" said Dot. "Your bedroom is down the hall."

They both laughed.

"We have a bathroom connecting our rooms," said Nessa. "You don't think we sleep in separate beds do you? Hell, most of the time, I was bouncing up and down on Jonn's cock when we heard it."

OK, we all moaned. Dot stood up straight, which nicely thrust those B cups out there.

"Yes, I'm ready," said Dot.

"Do you want it to be just the three of us or would you like Pari and Jessica to join us?" asked Nessa.

"Jessica!" said Dot. Nessa and Jonn laughed. Nessa turned to Jessica.

"Any chance you have an exception this weekend?" asked Nessa. Jessica smiled and nodded.

"Then, yes," said Nessa. "Including Jessica. Jonn has excellent recuperative powers. Here's my suggestion." Of course, Nessa was in charge.

"Sorry," said Jessica. "But Dot is 18. So I can only play with you two and Pari."

"But it is entirely up to you," said Jonn. "This is your night." Nessa nodded. Jessica and I did, too.

"I want to hear your suggestion," said Dot. "I could use the guidance. I trust you both." That made Nessa and Jonn smile. Heck, it made Jessica and me smile.

"Here's my suggested order. Jonn and I go down on you to get you relaxed. Pari can join if you'd like," said Nessa. I interrupted.

"I'll happily join, but not the first time," I said. Nessa nodded.

"Fair enough," said Nessa. "Then I will teach you how to give Jonn a blowjob. You don't want his first cum to be your first time. He won't last long enough. And you need to know how to give a great blowjob."

"Isn't that kind of gross?" asked Dot. Yeah, she'd seen me do it. She hadn't helped. We all said no. Jessica got "jinx" out first.

Dot looked at Jessica.

"You're going to make them pay up?" asked Dot.

"Oh yeah," said Jessica, in a voice I have never heard from her. "But not yet. Nessa's plan is good. If you don't mind an audience, Pari and I will sit over on the couch for a bit."

"Can I please ask for something a little different?" asked Dot.

This time I got "jinx" out first, when we all said "yes" together.

"This is your night," said Jonn. Dot got a funny look.

"Before I go there," said Dot. "I just realized that when I asked if blowjobs were gross, you said no. Did you mean getting them?" Jonn smiled and shook his head no.

"You've given blowjobs," said Dot, to Jonn.

"Sis, you have some catching up to do. Bi is a thing," he said. We all moaned.

"Oh, I know that" said Dot. "I didn't say I hadn't played with girls." For some reason, she leaned over and kissed me. Passionately.

Right. We'd both said the magic words. For you I have no boundaries. Yeah, we had a talk while skipping.

"You know," said Dot. "That's really cool that you're comfortable with your sexuality. I wish more men were." I admit, I laughed and so did Jessica. Dot just stared at Jessica, waiting.

"Well played, well played," said Jessica. "Damn near everyone is bi in our world. It's not a thing. It just is. There is something about watching Dad power fuck Orlando that is just primal."

"You've watched them," said Dot. Jessica laughed.

"I can't play with Dad, but I can with Orlando. He's on my permanent exception list," said Jessica. "Well, not anymore for a bit. He turned 18. Damn it."

"Hey, at some point, Pari and I can put on a show for you," said Jessica. Yeah, we'd do that.

"Can we get back on track," said Nessa. "Jonn's not going to blow his own cock." I admit, I laughed, because he blushed.

"Oops, my bad, maybe he is," said Nessa, laughing. "We'll incorporate that. Does the suite have toys?" Jessica and I both nodded.

"Well, that opens things up," said Nessa. "Now what were you going to say?"

"I was hoping Pari and Jessica would get naked," said Dot, a bit shyly.

Jessica took Dot's hand and pulled her towards the bed. She had her lay back and Jonn and Nessa laid on each side. Still dressed.

And Jessica and I proceeded to strip each other. It was sexy. It was sensual. It involved a lot of touching, licking, and fingering. We put on quite a show. We finally settled down.

"Wow," said Dot. "I need to learn most of that."

"Me too," said Nessa and Jonn together. Neither one of them said it. I raised my eyebrows.

"We don't need it," said Nessa. She has a point. She and Jonn hopped up and put on quite a show undressing each other, but not getting each other off. Then they waved Dot up and undressed her.

We're going to have to pay to have the carpet cleaned. Again.

Just then, Amy talked to me in my head. Well I'll be damned. Do I tell her? Given she is just staring at Jessica, I think I do.

"OK, this is going to be weird, but it seems important," I said. "I am not sure why, but for some reason the birthday you know, Dot, is wrong. You actually turn 18 tomorrow."

"Really? That's weird. But why is that important right now?" asked Dot. Jessica was literally jumping up and down.

"Because you're 17 and I have an exception!" shouted Jessica. She ran over and mowed Dot down. They ended up in a heap on the floor. I won't got into details, but just cleaning the carpet won't solve the problem. It's a tear out.

They're kind of used to it at the hotel.

Dot would never be more ready than she is now.

"Time for the blowjob lesson," said Jonn, walking up to Dot. God, he is hard. Dot got on her knees and just swallowed his cock. Right down her throat. She bobbed up and down, clearly taking his cock into her throat over and over. He wasn't going to...

Yep. Pulled out and came all over those glorious B cups. We all did cleanup. Dot is vibrating right now.

"How can you deep throat if you've never given a blowjob?" I asked. She blushed.

"I practiced on cucumbers," she said. The other two kids laughed.

"That's why you made Mom buy so many cucumbers," said Nessa.

"Well, they didn't all go in my mouth," said Dot. We all laughed.

Jonn laid back on the bed. I had to laugh that Nessa and Jessica were both coaching them. Jessica would stay quiet and let Nessa talk first, and then suggest minor tweaks.

Her suggestions were all outstanding. Finally Dot lifted up and Nessa positioned his cock and she sat right down.

"Why did I wait?" she asked, gently bouncing up and down.

"Too bad we don't have more cocks," said Nessa. "Jonn isn't going to be enough for all of us."

"Sure, more cock," said Dot, in a joking voice. "Fetch Orlando, and Gabe for me. Hey, throw in Noah and Luca, too."

"OK," said Jessica. She hopped up and went to get her phone.

"Wait!" said Dot. "You're telling me they'd all come?"

"Oh, they'd all cum," said Jessica. "Repeatedly."

"You've got to tell Bob that one," I said, and Jessica laughed. He would love it. Bob pays back jokes, too. Jessica is keeping a log. He'll pay up eventually.

Dot looked shocked.

"I'm sorry," said Nessa. "I've ruined the moment." Just then Dot moaned and ripped through quite an orgasm.

"I think we're good," I said.

"That's too many for me for my first night, but there are three more of you. Bring'em on," said Dot.

"Four more of us," said Jonn, smiling.

"Oh God. I'd love to watch man-on-man sex," said Dot.

"Oh, you'll see more than that," I said. "How about Orlando in my ass while Jonn fucks me. I love Orlando in my ass. OK, not quite as much as I do Bob."

"Just marry him for Christ's sake," thought Jessica. I glared at her and then laughed.

"I will. Eventually," I thought to Jessica.

"Well make eventually soon," thought Jessica.

"I'm confused. I'm pretty sure I just heard Jessica tell Pari to marry her dad and Pari said she would eventually and then Jessica told her to do it soon," said Dot. "But nobody said anything. Shit, them, too?"

"Sis, I'm so proud of you!" said Jonn. "You're powerful. Yes, you heard them, because you can read their thoughts. We'll teach you how to control it, because you shouldn't without permission." Jessica laughed.

"I'm pretty sure we pushed that one out there pretty hard," said Jessica. "It's a popular topic with us." If there was a light bulb for a thought, it just went on above Jessica.

"Are you freaking worried about us?" said Jessica. "We are all OK with it, you know that. We all love it!"

"Yeah, I do," I said. "I said eventually. We'll know."

"So the king and queen are getting divorced? So he can marry you?" asked Dot. "And Jessica, you're encouraging that?" OK, everyone not named Dot laughed.

"Now you're being silly," said Nessa. "Pari will marry them both."

"Sure, sure, marry them both," said Dot. "Wait, you can do that?"

"Sis, Leslie is married to Hunter and Hallie and they're twins," said Jonn. Oh boy. I recognize that look. I'm staying quiet. Dot looked at Nessa, then Jonn, then back and forth a bit.

"We will know when, Dot," said Nessa, softly. Damn.

Dot nodded and so did Jonn.

"Well make eventually soon," said Jonn, to all our laughter.

That's when Orlando, Gabe, Luca, and Noah arrived. With Grace, Carlina, Tegan, and Chris.

Leslie, Hunter, and Hallie were with them. So were Ruby, Tomas, Amara, and Tavi.

"We understand there was a request for cock," said Ruby. "We came as fast as we could."

Dot walked over, naked, and gave Ruby one hell of a kiss. As in Ruby vibrated through an incredible orgasm and actually sunk to the floor. She finally looked up.

"Good thing it wasn't just cock you wanted," said Ruby, with a smile.

Things got a little crazy at that point. Dot got to see a lot of man-on-man sex. Dot found her cock limit was higher than she expected. She also suggested to Jonn that he needed to watch and learn.

He did. So did Nessa.

Hell, so did I. We all ended up falling asleep for a bit. I was between Noah and Chris. Different than Bob and Amy, but damn nice. Then again, Jessica was asleep on me, so nothing was going to happen right now. Oh hell, I don't know why I said that. We're all under 18. Well, not a few in this group, but we were careful. Darn it. Imagine the darn it in Jessica's voice.

And it will be soon. You know what I mean.

We lost some volunteers

And it is a pretty sexy bunch. H2, here. More volunteers arrived though and never missed a beat. Bill seamlessly took over from Jessica. The competition was about to start. I was just walking around, since I didn't have much of a role for the next four hours. That's how long the test would be. Hundreds of kids, in a ballroom, at tables, taking a test on Scantron sheets. We had to explain Scantron sheets during the practice tests. Hell, we had to buy a machine to grade them. The way it worked is that when you were done, you could go into the breakroom, which was another ballroom down the hall. Which just had more tables. Nothing for the kids to do at all. I walked into that room.

OK, my description is no longer accurate. There were still some tables, but one corner held a full arcade. Another corner had about 20 video game consoles and TV sets. There was a snack bar and a full buffet, too. There was even a coffee shop in another corner. I walked in with Dorothy and Bill walked over.

"We thought it was a little stark, so we added a few things," said Bill.

"We can't afford any of this," said Dorothy. Bill pulled a sheet of paper out of a file folder and handed it to Dorothy.

"I've had all the hotel charges reversed. There will be no bill for your organization," said Bill. "Your deposits have already been electronically refunded."

Dorothy just stared at him. Bill laughed.

"This is a Four Seasons. It's a Dionysus property," said Bill. Dorothy brightened and looked around and no one was nearby. She leaned down and gave Bill quite a kiss.

"Well thank you," said Bill. "I should mention that our hotels do not all follow our rules and also that I am 5. Assuming you had an interest in more."

Dorothy looked flustered.

"I don't know why I did that," she said.

"I, on the other hand, am perfectly legal," I said. OK then. Dorothy leaned in for the kiss. One hell of a kiss.

"I haven't seen Dot," said Dorothy, when we came up for air.

"She's spending time with her siblings. We covered for her," said Bill. Dorothy smiled.

"That's nice" she said. "Oh." Then she moaned through an orgasm.

The program was about to start, so we went into the main ballroom. All the kids were sitting at their tables, pencils and calculators on the table. I had to laugh, because our kids didn't have calculators.

They didn't need them.

Just then an entire group swept into the room, with Bob, Amy, and Pari in the lead. OK, with Pari in the lead, holding Bob and Amy's hands. I quickly ran over. I guess Bob and Amy found Pari.

"Amy. Your shirt is inside out," I said, discretely. I'm pretty sure Amy forgot where she was. Or she didn't. She whipped off her shirt, turned it right-side out, and put it back on. No bra. No surprise.

"Not sure that was the right choice," I said. Amy blushed, which is adorable.

"Oops," she said. I'm pretty sure a reasonable percentage of the boys were completing the test in sticky underwear. Sorry, dudes. Hell, most of the girls probably have moist panties, too, except our girls.

Who likely don't have panties on.

Dorothy and Amy went up onto the stage and to the podium.

Amy got a standing ovation. She actually blushed again. It's rare that something embarrasses Amy.

"Sorry about that," she said, with a smile. I am pretty sure no one in the room was sorry. Possibly including Amy. Probably.

"Welcome to Washington," said Amy. "I've been asked to speak and share some information. First, to all the competitors, staff, and teams, your costs in the hotel have been paid. Enjoy your stay. Raid the snacks and drinks. Eat in the restaurants. Order room service. We've got you covered. Now before you get too excited, none of the contestants rooms have any alcohol."

That was a bit of a fib, given I know our rooms do, but a forgivable one.

"A few more things," said Amy. "Most important, the bathrooms are right outside the main door." That got her a laugh.

"You're obviously aware that we have a team in the competition. Our team has voted to take themselves out of the final scoring," said Amy. "We'll report the scores, but not for competitive purposes. We are also adding a bit of a reward for tonight. The Top 10 teams will be treated to dinner tonight. We've arranged a large group of our family to be here. They're tables for twelve, so with you and your chaperones, there will be a couple chairs at your table. You're welcome to invite any of us to dinner. We'd all love to join you. We'll do a bit of a post-competition draft. Now, you know how the competitions work, so are there any questions before we start?"

"In previous competitions, if we needed to go to the bathroom, we had to turn in our test and didn't get it back. Are you saying that is not true anymore?" asked a young woman.

"Well that's silly," said Amy. "Why would there be a rule like that?"

"To prevent cheating," said the young woman.

"That's even more silly. You all competed with all your heart to be here. Cheating would devalue all of that," said Amy. "Yes, go use the bathroom. Your test will be on your table."

"We can't do that," whispered Dorothy, to me.

"Sure you can. Trust the kids," I said.

"May I make a suggestion?" asked a young man. One of the younger competitors. Amy nodded.

"As much as a small group for dinner sounds wonderful, our teams all know each other. It might be too late, but could we just have a dinner in the ballroom? Invite everyone?" he asked. Amy smiled. Amy smiles are powerful. Easily half the audience moaned, which made Amy laugh.

"Let's ask the competitors. Who would prefer this suggestion where all teams are invited to a big party rather than just rewarding the top 10 teams?" asked Amy.

Every single hand went up.

"Wow," said Dorothy. "These are hyper-competitive kids. I didn't think they'd vote that way."

"You continue to underestimate them," I said. She just nodded ruefully.

"They're also going to be a bit humbled by this particular competition," I said.

Everybody but the test proctors were shooed out and went into the break room.

"Where the fuck did all this come from?" said Dot, who had also come back. Looking flushed. Go, Dot. "We can't afford this."

"No, but I can," said Bill.

Just then Dorothy slumped to the floor. Out cold. We all gathered around, with no clue what to do.

"Get out of my way," said Bill, in a voice I have never heard. We parted like the Red Sea. He knelt down and turned to us.

"I need the sharpest small knife the kitchen has and a Bic pen. It has to be like a Bic where I can have the tube. I also need tape. Any kind of tape. I need all that in the next 45 seconds," said Bill. Someone handed Bill the pen and he quickly took at apart. A workman broke through the crowd and handed him an open box cutter. No one questioned why the 5-year-old was in charge.

"Perfect," said Bill. "I need a lighter." The same workman handed him one. Just then someone ran up with a tape dispenser. He set that down and quickly heated the knife blade with the lighter.

Then he freaking cut her neck from just under her jawbone almost to her shoulder. He pulled apart the skin and we were looking deep into her neck.

"Get Elena here with an Aortic suture kit," shouted Bill.

"On it," said Ruby. She pulled out her phone.

Bill was digging deep into her neck and pulled out what looked to be a vein. A vein that was broken in half. One end of which was just shooting blood until he squeezed it with his fingers.

"Artery," he said. He slipped the piece that wasn't bleeding into the tube. Amy got down and used the tape to hold it in place. Scotch tape. Bill slipped the other end into the tube and Amy taped it. He released his fingers and the artery shot back out, covering both of them with blood. Bill grabbed it and slid it back in and Amy used a lot of tape. When he let go, it held.

Just then Elena ran up, carrying a medical bag. She looked down at what Bill had done.

"Knock her out, quick," said Bill. "She's coming to." Elena reached into the kit and pulled out a syringe. She read it carefully and showed it to Bill, who nodded. She ripped it open and jammed the syringe into Dorothy's chest, right at the heart. Clearly Dorothy was out again. I will never watch Pulp Fiction the same again.

Elena looked at Bill's handywork, just as the EMT crew came in.

"Get out of the way, kids," said the EMT. Bill stood up to his full 3'6" height.

"Transport to Georgetown Medical," said Bill. "We'll ride with you. Mom, have the surgical suite ready." Amy nodded and ran from the room. She would beat them there.

The EMT had clearly recognized Amy, but still wanted to fight with Bill and Elena. His partner whispered in his ear, and he looked shocked. I gave him credit, though, they reacted and loaded him onto the cart. The group ran out of the room.

Bob climbed up onto the stage.

"OK, change of plans," said Bob. "We're going to postpone the competition until tomorrow. We're sorry for the inconvenience, but the reasons are clear. Take a free day in DC. All of the volunteers will be happy to be tour guides. If I could ask all the volunteers to scatter in the room. Find your way to someone you'd like to go with, but let's limit it to 10 per host. If the group you want is already full, pick another one."

I had to laugh at the group jockeying for Ruby, but then again everyone was getting attention. No one had a clue who I was, which was just fine with me. I'd join a group. So would our kids. Just then Ruby went up to the mic.

"Meet back here at 6:30. 1830. We'll have that dinner and party," said Ruby. There was muted excitement.

"I do also have outstanding news that Dorothy is going to be just fine," said Ruby. For that, there were big cheers. The entire tone of the room changed, for the better. I wandered over to Bob's group and got a big smile and welcome from Bob. Which included a pretty passionate kiss. Well sure. Pari's group merged with ours. That was surprising.

Not. I did notice one young woman. Much younger than typical high school age. I walked over.

"Hi," I said. "My name is Heather. I'm the Dionysus team coach. Which team are you on?" She looked at me, smiled, and cocked her head.

"You assumed I was on a team," she said. "That seems like a surprising conclusion."

"Not really," I said. "If you're in this room, you're a chaperone or participant. I'm pretty confident you have not passed an FBI background check, so my powers of deduction said participant." That got a laugh.

"Yes," she said. "I'm Josie. I am from the US team, but no, I haven't passed a background check. That's cool that you would believe I am on the team."

"The doctor that saved Dorothy's life is 5," I said. "The doctor that came in to help him is the Chief Medical Officer of Dionysus and owns medical schools and hospitals all around the world. She's 14. So not that hard to believe."

"I wish you had a school in Little Rock," she said, sadly. "Hell, I'll bet I won't even get to go with this group. My parents will want me with them as soon as they find out."

"Parents are not permitted," I said.

"Oh, my parents are just coincidentally here, you know," she said. "I'd bet they're in the lobby outside that door."

I waved at Bob and pointed to the girl. I found her chaperone and told her I was taking Josie. I admit I was surprised she didn't object. There was a small smile. Maybe even a smirk.

I took Josie's hand and led her out to the lobby.

"Where?" I asked, and she pointed at a couple sitting on a bench.

Just as we walked up, so did Pari. I saw Bob head out with the rest of the group. Amy made it back, so she was with them. I love that when she saw them, Pari just beamed. She noticed I saw and laughed. Then she turned back to the parents and held out her hand.

"Hi," said Pari. "My name is Pari. I believe you're Josie's parents?" Oh boy. That was a dark look Pari got, and her hand was just hanging. This was a battle of wills. Pari left it out there and just smiled. And waited. Finally the father shook her hand. Limply.

"And your names are?" she asked. Robb and Barbara. They reluctantly introduced themselves.

"A pleasure to meet you both. Josie is just a joy and clearly brilliant. I'm the Minister of Education for Dionysus and Heather is one of our top teachers and the sponsor of our competitive team," said Pari. "I'd like to offer Josie a spot in the school of her choice. All expenses paid, including living expenses and a stipend. She would be in a supervised dorm with house parents. She would be a bit older than most, but fit right in."

"Older?" asked Barbara. "She's 9."

"Yes," said Pari. "By 9, most students have an apartment, but given this would be new to Josie, we think the group setting would be better, at least for now."

"It wouldn't cost us anything?" asked Barbara.

"No," said Pari. "We'd like to also offer a position to Jaden. They could be roommates." They looked at each other and Josie looked at Pari. She looked startled but then had a look of acceptance.

"Cool," said Josie. "He'll thrive."

Not sure how Pari knew about Jaden, but more power to her. I found out Jaden is 11.

"I don't even know how we would get her to school. Coming here took all our savings," said Robb. "But she earned it."

"I get it," said Pari. "She's 9 and dealing with high school kids. That's tough in your world. It is not in ours."

"What's the nearest school to Little Rock?" asked Barbara.

"Dallas," said Pari. "And we cover the transportation. I've already paid your hotel tab here and had the airlines refund the cost of your tickets."

They looked shocked.

"You have?" said Barbara. "Why would you do all this?"

"Because I can," said Pari, in the cheeriest damn voice. "I was a troubled kid in Iran. I was rescued, with my family, and given an opportunity and now I can share that. I love it."

"You're from Iran?" spit out Robb. Literally spit. Uh oh. Pari has some, um, spunk. Let's see how this goes.

"Yes," said Pari. "I get that you have a problem with that, but you shouldn't. I left Tehran at 9. My mom is in the Dionysus Air Force. Your view of Iran is understandable, but wrong. I'll make you a deal. If you give me the benefit of the doubt that I can be a good, generous person, I'll take your whole family to Tehran for the weekend and let you meet the real people of Iran."

"For the weekend?" said Robb. "That's not even possible." Pari chuckled.

"I the Minister of Education. My plane can do Little Rock to Tehran in under 15 minutes," said Pari. Well, it could. "Why don't we all go do the sights. I've invited some friends so you can meet typical kids from Dionysus." Just then, Akira, Camron, and Mona walked up, with Tomas and Ruby. Pari was pushing their buttons. A black boy engaged to a white girl and his own sister. Two Hispanic kids. Bringing up the rear was Denne. Her Iranian brother. Oh, two more. Prince Luke and his wife Princess Cassie. Cassie is wearing Lindy in a carrier.

She was pushing some buttons hard. We did the introductions, and they were all out there about their relationships and in some cases their role in the world. Barbara was aware of HT. Robb was aware of HT. The fact that Ruby was the retired Secretary of Commerce threw them a little. Camron and crew owning JetsonCars, Best Buy, and the Warriors really confused them, as did the trio. I think they almost fainted that Luke is Lindy's father.

"I admit, I pushed your buttons on purpose," said Pari, with a smile. Pari could be disemboweling you, but if she hit you with a smile, you'd thank her. She is, however, unlikely to be disemboweling you. I guess if she is, you deserved it. What an odd little tangent.

"I'd bet you're freaking out about the threesome with the white girl. Or the 13-year-old with a baby, whose husband is 9 and the father. Or maybe it is the two Hispanic kids," said Pari. "Let's go see the sights and you can get to know us all." With that, she headed out, but not before introducing Jessica and Bill, who had just joined us. Bill was in scrubs.

"Sorry about the scrubs, but my clothes were covered with blood," said Bill. The look he got! Then the light bulb went on. For Barbara.

"You're the doctor that saved her life," said Barbara. Robb looked at her like she was insane.

"Just doing my job, ma'am," said Bill. That's what he said and that's what he believes. The fact that he said it in the voice of Sergeant Joe Friday on Dragnet is just a testament to TVLand. And yes, that was a cultural reference that very few will understand.

"Oh now, come on," said Robb. "This makes no sense."

"I know it doesn't," said Pari. "But it does in our world. I'm the education minister of the most advanced country in the world. I'm 12. Those three are executives that own multiple major businesses. Odds are you've been to a Best Buy. They're 13, 13, and 15."

They were in that order, and she pointed with each number.

"14, 14, 9, 13, 5, 5," said Pari.

Tomas, Ruby, Luke, Cassie, Bill, Jessica.

"In your world, Josie is someone that you have to protect. She's brilliant, and strong-willed, and maybe just a little out of control. She's a freak in your world," said Pari. "None of those things are true in our world. In our world, she's brilliant, strong-willed, and challenged. She's in high school at 9 and bored. I'd bet you money that if we tested her and she pushed, she'd be finished with high school this month."

"It's the 20th," said Robb. "That's 11 days."

"And it includes two weekends," said Pari. "I'll even offer this deal. I will go with her to Dallas for those 11 days. I have a nice house on the campus of the school. She can live with me, and I will be responsible for her. If she passes high school, she stays. If she doesn't she comes home."

"Don't I get a say in any of this?" asked Josie.

"Just roll with it," thought Pari, to Josie and me.

"Wow," thought Josie. "I thought I could only do this with my brother and best friend."

"Now I understand you have a best friend?" asked Pari. Oh, bold.

"Yes," said Barbara. "They've been friends forever. Jaimie is my best friend's son. They were born the same day and were together in the nursery."

"You think he should go, too," said Robb.

"I don't know," said Pari. "I would need to have him tested. But if he's good for her and would help her, he should come with us. I'll test him while he is there. Can you reach out to his parents?"

"So I get 11 days in a house with you and Jaimie," thought Josie. It was nice of her to include me in the conversation, which got me a smile. Too bad I won't be in freaking Dallas.

"Yes, you do," thought Pari.

"And I can get DP from you and him," thought Josie. "Surely you have strap-ons."

"Quite nice ones," thought Pari, with a smile.

"Are there any forms we need to sign?" asked Barbara. Holy shit. Barbara knows exactly what she is asking. Pari was quick and held her phone up and Barbara signed it. The phone was back in Pari's pocket in a flash. Did I mention that Pari is in jeans and a gauzy shirt and looks simply amazing?

A gauzy shirt with no bra. She's at that incredible age where she can get away with it. Just looks naive.

Pari is not naive.

God. Puffies in a see-thru blouse.

"You would rock this blouse," thought Pari.

"I would, too," thought Josie. Oh God.

Even though it was agreed, we all did spend the afternoon in DC doing the sights. Except we joined Bob and Amy's group. It is simply amazing the access you get when your group includes Bob and Amy. The fact that Chris and Noah had joined us might also be part of the explanation. Within the hour, all the groups had merged and there were a couple hundred of us walking through museums. Now you'd think that we would just sweep right to the head of the line. I am absolutely sure we could have.

We did not. Chris, Bob, and Amy wouldn't do it. They did spend the time meeting people and taking selfies and having fun. We only managed to do the Air and Space Museum and a bit of a backstage tour of the FBI. The lines were long. I laughed because a news crew showed up at the Air and Space Museum and started filming. It was good theater, even if it was just them being them. We had been in the first line for less than five minutes when three big vans floated down from the sky. All of our volunteers, me included, ran over. I didn't know what they were, but when Ruby started running, we all started running. People in the van were passing us big shopping bags with the Dionysus crest. They had people's names on them. Somehow they not only had people's names, but they were being passed out in the order the people were in the line. I grabbed some and passed them out and we got them all distributed quickly. Everyone got a bag, including all the people in our group, except the Dionysus folks. They were all pulling out what they had. The kids mostly had cute shorts and shirts and a new pair of Adidas. The men all had some variation of a nice suit, plus at least a polo and shorts and slacks. They were big bags. The women had nice dresses, a suit, and a lot of lingerie. HT lingerie. I did love the woman that was proudly showing the man with her that she had a gorgeous lace bra and a very skimpy pair of underwear with room for her cock.

She loved them. He loved them. The people nearby her loved them. The couple in front of them and the couple behind them all exchanged numbers. I shouldn't. I want to. Suddenly someone grabbed my hand and I saw it was Pari. She pulled me over right to the three couples.

"We're having a get together tonight around 9. 2100. Would your group of six like to join us?" said Pari. "Just to warn you, it will be an orgy and I'm on the menu."

Pari, you dog. Yeah, they were for it. She took my hand and just as we started to walk away, she turned her head and spoke over her shoulder.

"Don't forget, I love DP," she said.

Did I mention they were chaperones from three different countries?

Back at the hospital

Elena here. Let me jump in with the story at the hospital. Bill is in charge. I am literally along for the ride. Dorothy is doing better than I thought. Bill's idea was ridiculously stupid.

And worked.

At least so far. The reality is that if he had not done it she would have died on the floor in minutes. We've made it this far which is encouraging. The EMTs were clearly confused but nothing was really required of them. We got to the Georgetown ER and a crew was waiting for us.

We climbed out and followed the gurney and a nurse tried to stop us. Bill gave her one look and she stepped back.

OK she didn't step back voluntarily. Bill moved her. Just slid her back on the tile and kept going. They pulled Dorothy into one of the curtained areas and we followed right in. There was a crew there including a doctor who was clearly in charge. We needed to be there in case he had questions but unless he fucked up, we would be quiet. I think they were aware we were there but were pretty focused.

"What the fuck is this? A fucking pen? Cut that off immediately," said the asswipe. OK he is a doctor but stupid. Really stupid. I was about to jump in.

"That's a career ending decision asswipe," said Bill, loudly.

"Why are there kids in here? Get them out," said the doctor. A nurse whispered something in his ear.

"I don't give a shit if they're God, get them out of here and cut that damn thing off," he said.

Bill was taking no shit today. The doctor turned and basically slid out the door. His arms even came up to push open the door. Bill's control is extraordinary. OK I admit I laughed when he spun the guy and made him bow before pushing him out and letting the doors close.

Maybe a little too much there, Bill, which made him snort.

"OK folks. Lower the bed all the way and get me a freaking stool. I need a nurse to glove me and another to glove Elena. We are running out of time," said Bill in his doctor's voice. The nurse that whispered in the doctor's ear looked at me and I nodded.

"We have our orders," she said. "I'll glove him. She'll be harvesting a vein and he will do the transplant. Move it."

I give them credit. They jumped into action. My job was easy. I cut into her leg and harvested a vein. I'd done it dozens of times. I could have traded with Bill, but I trust him completely. He actually waited for me, which makes sense. He needed the vein. As soon as it was presented to him he clamped the artery and cut. I have never seen someone suture at that speed. Seriously he was a blur. He released the clamp and had one small bleeder. He replaced the clamp and just as he did the doors blew open and security came in with guns drawn.

Seriously?

He was busy, although he ignored them and finished, which was impressive. He released the clamp again and it held. He did a series of overlay sutures to ensure it was safe. His form was simply perfect. I had never seen better even in training videos.

The security guys had already holstered their guns and were standing at attention. Literally attention. I wasn't doing it.

Bill was. While he was performing surgery.

Damn. That is control. I know Ruby and Lianna are powerful, but Bill's control is overwhelming.

The doors popped open again and in stormed the hospital director. He was hot.

Until he saw me. That stopped him in his tracks, and he backed out. The two security people slid backwards and out the door with him.

I know I said it before but damn.

"Let's get her up to the ICU. Drape the incision but leave it open. We will want the surgeon to double check everything, and they can close. Sorry to interrupt your day," said Bill, climbing off his stool. Did I mention he was still wearing his blood covered clothes?

Me too.

Then something happened that I have never seen. The entire team gave Bill an ovation. OK, they didn't clap, they cheered. Gotta stay sterile. He gave them a small smile as the team wheeled Dorothy out. Once she was out, a young woman came in carrying scrubs for both of us. Pediatric scrubs for Bill. Of course.

"Where would we find the locker room?" asked Bill. She smiled and waved to follow her. She led the way. As we got almost there we passed an office. We could hear the argument through the door. The doctor and the hospital director. Lots of shouting.

Bill was Bill. He turned and went into the office. The woman leading us looked shocked. I sure wasn't going to miss it and followed him in.

"Stop it," said Bill. "Both of you. This is a hospital. Show some decorum."

The doctor turned and said some truly nasty things to Bill.

In Japanese. I don't think I mentioned he was Asian. I guess I didn't think that was part of the story. Too bad for him we are both fluent. They were nasty. Bill continued to surprise me. He didn't react at all, even though I know he understood every word, even the profanity. Particularly the profanity.

It is the first thing we learn.

"I understand why you're upset," said Bill, in Japanese. "I even agree with what you did. I'm a kid and a little one at that. Even Elena looks like the teenager she is. You were applying your experience to the situation and viewed us as in the way. You didn't have all the facts but reacted as a good trauma surgeon should. I hold no grudges and you're not in trouble. I would like to take you up to the ICU and show you the results and explain more clearly what I did. She was going to die, and she didn't. It was unconventional but my options were limited."

He immediately calmed down. I had pulled the hospital director to the side and was translating. Not the profanity. Some didn't even have a literal translation. A lot were physically impossible. Some were for everyone but us.

"Both of you come with us," said Bill. "But first we need to change," he said.

Bill started undressing, right there in the office. What the hell? Well, after all, I do have a beautiful pussy. Remember? Both men were mesmerized and clearly conflicted on which one of us they should watch. It was like a game of tennis, at super speed. Their necks are going to hurt. Bill moved faster, because I took my time in putting on my top.

They might as well enjoy themselves. We're doctors. It is the human body. Doesn't affect us at all.

Yeah, well, they're hard, so maybe it affects us a little.

We got to the ICU and were stopped by security but Mikail, the hospital director, intervened. It confused them but the four of us trooped in. We went to the main desk, and they directed us to Dorothy. We walked in and Bill led the doctor, who we found out is Izumi, over to Dorothy. He first washed his hands and ensured we all did, too. Then he put on the smallest gloves, which were still huge on him, and Izumi did, too. So did Mikail and me. This was a major open incision. The leg, which I could see, looked good. I'd left it open, too.

First Bill showed them both my work.

Izumi asked for a light and directed it into the wound.

"You used an over stitch as a second stitch?" he asked.

"Yes," I said. "I'll forward you the journal entry and study on the benefits." He looked at me for a moment. I think the light bulb went on.

"Is this part of your overall study on improving surgical techniques?" he asked. Yeah, he figured out who I was.

I just nodded. He shook his head and smiled.

He actually bowed to Bill.

"My sincere apologies, your royal highness," said Izumi. "I failed to recognize you."

Bill burst out laughing.

"You can just call me Bill and she is Elena. All the royalty shit is just hilarious," said Bill. "But why would you recognize me? I'm a kid. I get it." He walked over and removed the drape on Dorothy's neck. Izumi used the light and he and Mikail both looked. I did, too.

They beat me too it.

"That is the best graft I have ever seen. The sutures are perfect," said Izumi. The head nurse from the ER had joined us.

"You should have seen him do it. I pulled the video," she said. We found out she was Meridith. She led us out to the nurse's station and turned the monitor and replayed it. It was even more impressive on the video.

Ah.

"You can slow time," I thought to Bill.

"Now that's just silly," thought Bill back to me.

Then he smiled and nodded.

"You know that is a huge game changer for surgery," I thought.

"Nope," he thought. "Because we can't tell anyone."

Dang it. He is right.

"So you're really not going to discipline me?" asked Izumi and Bill snorted.

Mikail and I just looked at Bill and waited him out.

"There is nothing for which we would," said Bill. "But I would like to sit down and walk through what I did with the pen."

"In hindsight, it was brilliant and stupid. We will give her antibiotics to be safe," he said, with a smile.

And with that, the crisis had passed.

This story is long, so I'll stop here, and we'll pick up in another chapter.

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