6 March 2023

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Somebody had to buy it

It is an iconic brand. Now, you're thinking this is Tomas, or Hunter, or Ruby. OK, damn near anyone.

But it is not! This is Colby. I'm on my way to New York with Nylah. You know, my attorney.

Ya gotta bring your attorney.

We're on our way to make a bid at a bankruptcy hearing. We landed at the parents' apartment by Central Park. The first one. It gets confusing. It's reached the point where you have to reserve a spot for your plane.

There wasn't one. So we'll land and then send the plane off to a Target in New Jersey. They all have a parking spot or two that are completely blocked off now. Plane sized. It was freaking people out when they just landed in a few spaces, although we always parked between the lines.

You have to park between the lines. I'm 7 and I know that. Then again, I'm a licensed driver.

I have no idea why I am wandering around.

"You seem worked up," said Karolina. "Do you need us to take the edge off and blow you?"

Us. She meant Nylah and her. Together.

Jealous much?

"No thank you," I said. "You know we'd miss the hearing."

"He has a point," said Nylah. "The last time you offered to take the edge off, we didn't get out of bed for almost four days. We had to have food delivered."

"Well, yeah," said Karolina, with a smirk. Damn, her smirk turns me on and that's not helping.

We went into the apartment and got dressed. Out popped my rock hard cock. I sucked it up. Oh. No, I just meant I ignored it, although I have to tell Dad that one. We'd flown over in shorts and t-shirts, but we were dressing up for this. I put on a nice suit and tie and Karolina and Nylah both had on appropriate business dresses. Karolina was just an audience member, so hers has a little more flair. A little more color.

It suits her. Her smile makes me smile.

Which got me a quick kiss. Carefully.

Ya can't mess up the suit.

We took the elevator down and called a JetsonCar. This time we got one with a driver, who balked at taking us, which is weird. We've completely relaxed the age rules. We let him go and called another one. Just as he was pulling away, Nylah said something to him.

"What did you say to him?" I asked.

"I told him to Google the names Nylah and Colby when he got home," said Nylah. Which is why we were laughing when the second car arrived. No complaints from the driver this time. This one is autonomous.

We dropped down at the courthouse and got out and the car flew off. We went in and found the clerk and passed her all our paperwork for our bid. This is a bankruptcy auction, but big enough and visible enough that it is being handled in court.

Which is why I brought my attorney.

We got to the courtroom and found three seats together. It was busy, but not packed. I saw a couple of reporters I recognized, but not a lot of press either. It was expected to be perfunctory. The brand is so damaged, that the bids would be low. Badly damaged.

We all rose, you know, for the judge and we saw him pick up a file folder from a short stack of them. It's ours, unless someone else has folders of this particularly unusual mauve color. Probably not.

It was Nylah's idea. That way we knew if it was ours the judge was reading. In this case, we were confident of our bid. You see, the projections were that the bidding would be in the $10 million range.

We bid a billion dollars. You're thinking we're terrible businesspeople, and I suppose by the strict definition we are, but it is the right bid. For us.

"Are the representatives of the Kingdom of Dionysus in the courtroom?" asked the judge. Nylah and I hopped up. This is where we expected some shit. We always get shit.

The judge waved us forward and pointed at a table facing him. We walked through and he looked down at the paperwork.

"You're Prince Colby and you're the one making the offer, correct?" he asked.

"Yes, your honor," I said. I tried not to, but a little of my prince voice crept in. We all practice because it is ludicrous, not to actually use in public. He didn't seem to notice.

"And the young woman with you is Princess Nylah and she's your attorney, correct?" asked the judge.

"Yes, your honor," said Nylah.

Wait for it.

"You realize that most of the bids are in the $10 million range," he said. "Your bid is a billion dollars."

"Yes, your honor," said Nylah. "But it comes with strict conditions."

He looked down and scanned the paperwork. Then he went back and read it through carefully.

"This is really well done," said the judge. "Is this your work, Princess?"

"Yes, your honor," said Nylah and the judge laughed.

The judge actually laughed.

"Are we going to make it through the entire hearing with you only saying Yes, your honor?" he said, with a smirk.

With. a. smirk.

Nylah took it as rhetorical. Well played, sis. He moved on.

"So your bid is $12 million but establishes a fund of $988 million to compensate the victims. It establishes a process to award the money and clearly favors those affected at the expense of the kingdom," said the judge. The judge looked up expectantly.

Nylah smiled.

"Yes, your honor," she said, which caused the entire courtroom to break out laughing. None more than the judge. He was kind of leading the laughing. I admit, I checked the transcript to see what the court reporter put in the record.

Judge leads the courtroom in a round of laughter

Accuracy is important in transcripts.

"I have to address the elephant in the room," said the judge. "The asset for sale entered bankruptcy because of repeated and continuous sexual abuse of children. Your offer is exceptional, but you're asking me to approve passing the asset to a culture that values and encourages sex with children. How do you rationalize those two?"

We'd discussed this in-depth. I'm going to answer that question. Honestly.

"Your honor, if you pull a couple words out of your question, it answers itself," I said. "Values children. Yes, our ages of consent are different than yours but there is a huge difference. There is never coercion. In our society, consent is paramount. It is the foundation of our society. We've had one crime in Dionysus since its inception. One. Even that was an outsider, not a resident. We've never had a sex crime. We've never had an assault. We've never had a robbery."

The judge interrupted, clearly still interested, but curious.

"But how can a child consent? You're telling me that a 5-year-old giving a blowjob to a 17-year-old is legal and they can consent? How can a 5-year-old consent?" asked the judge.

And yes, blowjob made it into the court record.

"An entirely fair question, your honor," I said. "I'm going to let my attorney answer that one." I stressed the word attorney. Nylah has not broken 4'0" yet. We're standing beside the table because you can't see much of us if we're behind it.

"Why not?" asked Nylah. "I'm the attorney for this case. I'm licensed to practice in all fifty states and fourteen other countries. I am 7. Our approach works. I'm not an aberration that is taunted through their entire childhood because they're smart. That doesn't happen. It just doesn't. I am an adult. I am a practicing attorney. I have a healthy, active sex life both with my fiancés and with others. It doesn't hurt me. It helps me. So yes, we have sex. Lots and lots of sex and that's OK."

I turned to Nylah and whispered.

"Lots and lots?" I said. I thought I was quiet.

I was not quiet enough. We lost the courtroom again.

Laughter led by the judge on the topic of sex quantity

Sure.

"You just told me, in open court, that you are both engaged to more than one person and that you have lots and lots of sex with other people, too?" said the judge. Yes, he said lots and lots.

"It might require three lots, your honor," said Nylah. This time the judge just stared.

I'd bet a dollar that the judge is hard.

"May I ask you a deeply personal question, your honor?" asked Nylah. "I would understand your refusal to answer if you choose." The judge took a deep breath and let it out.

"I am going to regret this, but you may," he said.

"Are you erect right now, your honor?" asked Nylah. I just stared at her. She just asked the judge, in court, if his cock is hard. But that's not what really amazed me.

"Yes," said the judge.

I'll be damned.

"And isn't that the problem?" asked the judge. "Adults that can't control themselves?"

"We prefer to think of it more as a compliment," said Nylah. "But your hypothesis is incorrect. Adults can control themselves. They can. They do. You've heard the rumors of giant outdoor sex parties. Everyone has. Let me tell you, giant doesn't cover it. Lots and lots and even more lots of people. All going at it. Outdoors. In the local park. The youngest kids are running around, playing tag, and sometimes stopping to watch."

"And the rumors are true," said Nylah. "Just yesterday, Mom gave Colby some pointers when he was making love to me." Damn. She went there.

The judge paused for a second. We all know that face.

Everybody knows that face.

He's sticky now. Come on. Mom.

"I admit I am surprised you just stated that in the record in open court," said the judge.

"Honestly, your honor, we're tired of it. Our research shows that our lifestyle helps kids in incredible ways," said Nylah. "My brother, who is 9, is the Secretary General of the United Nations. He's married with a beautiful daughter, to Cassie who is the president of NYU, at 13, and is also a medical resident. Our brother, Bill, is an MD, having graduated from Dionysus Harvard. Our younger brother. Our 5-year-old brother. You and I both know I could go on for a long time proving your position wrong. Just look at the New York City school system."

The judge sat there thoughtfully for a moment.

"Does anyone in the gallery have children in the school system. If so, please stand up," he said. This was going a weird direction.

About 20 people stood up. A nice mix of age and ethnicity.

"Let the record show that 19 people are standing," said the judge, into the record.

"Now, listen to this carefully please. If you believe that the Dionysus school system is the best in the world and are thrilled your children are in it, please sit down," he said.

All but one sat.

"Sir, what issue do you have with the school system?" asked the judge.

"I think I misunderstood. We love the school system. Our daughter is 6. She graduated from high school last week," he said. "I think I needed to go to their schools. Sitting said it was good?"

"Yes," said the judge. The guy plopped down in his seat.

"Let the record show that all 19 approve of the school system," said the judge. He pointed at a woman that had stood.

"Ma'am," he said. "Tell us about your children." She stood back up.

"I have four kids in the system," she said. "All were in trouble in school. At least two were always in detention. Since they took over the school none of them have been in any trouble. They come home, do their homework, help each other out, and do their chores. None had ever done their chores before. We love it."

"Can you share their ages and their current grade level?" asked the judge.

"My oldest boy is 14. He's in the second year of pre-med now. My next boy is 12. He's in the same year of pre-med. My daughter is 9 and she's finished pre-med and is waiting for a slot in the medical school but should start within the month. My youngest is 6. He should graduate from high school next week," she said.

The judge was stunned. Hell, we were all stunned.

"Damn, that's impressive," said the judge. And yes, quoted verbatim in the record.

"Are all your stories similar?" he asked. There was a lot of nodding.

"Let the record show there was general agreement," said the judge.

"I don't get it," he said. "Can you explain it a little to me?" Nylah put her hand on my arm. OK, sis.

"I know you're expecting me to say it is the sex, and yes, we believe that is a component, but we have students that are celibate by choice and they're doing well, too," said Nylah. "While there is a measurable difference, it isn't as great as you think. The number one difference is that we've disconnected learning from age. Everything in our schools is self-paced. If you know enough to pass the final in a course, you get the credit. I am sure many think that we don't test well enough, and we don't believe in standardized testing, but I've passed the bar in every state and fourteen other countries. We could have a spirited discussion on the differences between legal systems. I haven't lived in Dionysus long. It works."

"It appears that it does," he said. "Ownership of the Boy Scouts passes to Colby upon payment of the funds and establishment of the trust."

"That will happen automatically upon your ruling, your honor," said Nylah.

"Of course it will," he said. "May I ask who will be running the program?"

"A young woman named Carly," I said. "She is the Chief of Staff for our brother, Luke, at the UN."

"And how old is she?" he asked.

"9," I said.

"We're done," said the judge.

I think he was a little shocked to get a standing ovation from the gallery. He was still shaking his head when we left.

Not one question about our ages. But a lot of talk about sex.

That was one weird hearing.

I thought he was firing me

I really did. He called me in and had me take a seat.

"I'd like you to take on a new job," he said. I think he saw my face.

"I'm not firing you," he said. "Just the opposite. We have a new program we're going to run out of this office. My brother bought the Boy Scouts. There is a fund of almost a billion for the benefit of the abused. That fund can be replenished if necessary. Amai is going to take the lead on identifying legitimate claims. She would report to you. We also need the brand rebuilt. Also you, but you'll need to find the right person to run it. Lastly, you'll need a Deputy Chief of Staff. Hire one."

"So, in addition to Chief of Staff, I administer this fund, plus run the Boy Scouts," I said.

"Yes," said Luke.

"Well surely there is a raise," I said. I was kidding. He laughed and slid a jewelry box across the desk. That was weird. I opened it and there were the most amazing earrings. Oh hell no. Just no. I pushed them back across the desk.

"Nope," he said. "Not an option. Put them on. I'll show you a cool new feature." I reluctantly put them on.

"First, read me, and see the picture I'm thinking about," he said. "Then imagine yourself there. It helps if you close your eyes."

"OK," he said. "You can open them."

The colors always get them first.

"Where the fuck are we?" I asked.

"Nibiru," said Luke.

"Sure, we're on a mythical planet," I said. "Holy shit, we're on a mythical planet. This is for real, isn't it?"

"Oh yeah," he said, in a surprisingly sultry voice.

"Where are our clothes?" I asked. A fair question, given we're both naked.

"In my office," said Luke.

"The tech can't transport clothes? Cool. Kind of like the Terminator," I said.

"Oh it can," he said. "Just fine."

"So why didn't it?" I asked. He just smiled at me.

That's when I pushed him back into the amazingly soft grass.

And climbed on board.

Staff meetings are fun in our world.

I rode him hard, and he couldn't hold back. He rolled up and over and I was on my back. He kissed me and kissed me, through multiple orgasms, and finally slipped out. He worked his way down, giving my nipples considerable attention, while using his own cum as lube for three fingers. Finally he slid down and sucked on my clit.

Hard.

He stayed with me while I was bouncing, licking and sucking his cum out. He slid up my body, as I stopped convulsing, and kissed me the cum.

I bucked him off.

Finally we were lying there, on our backs, looking at the suns.

"And to think, I was a bored third grader," I said, glistening in the sunlight.

I rolled over and took him in my mouth.

I slid up, and slid down, facing him, and started gently bouncing.

"So about the Scouts," I said, and we both broke up laughing.

"Why do I feel so invigorated?" I asked. He pointed at the two suns.

"Very Superman-like," he said. "You can even fly here."

I barked out a laugh and he stood up, while holding me, and we ended up standing up.

Yeah, still hard. Just hanging in the wind. He took my hand.

"You have to believe," he said. "Imagine yourself taking off and doing a nice little lap and landing right here."

"Yeah, right," I said. So he floated up a few inches. He got a big grin in return and I floated up and we flew around a bit and landed where we started.

"I love this planet!" I said.

"Want to know a secret?" asked Luke, and I laughed and nodded.

"It has nothing to do with the planet," he said. "You can fly on Earth. You just needed to believe."

I am now staring at him. Then I pushed him down and climbed right back on.

"I think we should buy and merge the Girl Scouts," I said, while gently bouncing. "Just rename it Scouts. Align it with the Zeta program, so the families involved go through the training."

"That's a great idea," said Luke, although idea was about eleven syllables.

Filled me up again. I jumped up.

"Leave it," I said. "We need more people to brainstorm." I took my hand and suddenly we're in his kitchen. At the house. To the surprise of the cat.

"You have a tigress in your kitchen," I said, in the calmest voice. Mom, the tigress, came over and rubbed herself against him while purring. He scratched her ears, and the purring got a little louder.

"Yep," said Luke.

"You're weird," I said.

"They all are," thought a voice.

"Did you just talk to me in my head?" I asked. He just pointed at the tigress.

"Sure," I said. "At this point, I'll believe anything."

Just then, King Bob walked into the kitchen, holding Cassie's hand. They're both pretty sticky.

"We got thirsty," said Bob. "Hi, Carly."

Damn, they look good.

I walked over to Bob.

"Do you have one more in you for me?" I asked. "Please?"

"I love it when someone says please," said Bob. Cassie went over and grabbed a water bottle and filled it up and threw it to Bob.

He laughed when he caught it and spun to leave the room. Luke's not stupid.

He filled up another water bottle and he and Cassie followed us.

It. Was. Amazing.

It always is.

What a mess

It is wildly worse than we thought. This is Amai. I'm working with Carly and Colby. Now, in normal circumstances, I'd probably make some stupid joke about how they sound like a 60s folk group, but these are not normal circumstances.

This is horrific.

We discovered that not only was the abuse more widespread than we thought, but they had a nationwide network that shared pictures and video. Camping trips with multiple troops were just opportunities for abuse. There is even a huge amount of sex trafficking.

It is bad.

The billion dollar fund evaporated in the first week. Law enforcement is overwhelmed. Do you want to know the worst part of the worst situation I have ever seen?

Most of the accused are associated with the church that hosted the meetings. Over half are ministers.

Yeah.

There are going to be a lot of churches without ministers. Even their lay ministers. They weren't churches. They were cover for abuse. We'll be shutting them down, one by one. I'm not sure religion in America will survive. Oh sure, there are some excellent churches with amazing people, and they'll survive, and we'll support them, but the rest.

We are taking them down. Yes, this is an ugly topic for the journal. Just be assured, we're handling it.

My new XO

Luke did tell me to hire someone. I got some coaching from Amai. I knew the perfect candidate but had reservations. Why? Because she is my best friend.

My very best friend. In every way you can imagine. Possibly, no probably, my soulmate best friend.

Amai assured me, with some passion, that best friends and soulmates could work together. Ruby and Tomas do, regularly. Morgan and Sophia do. Orlando and Grace.

Amy and Bob.

I'm pretty sure they're right, and the fact that we had a threesome with Luke in her first hour on the job might not be confirmation, but it sure was fun.

I guess I should introduce Celia. She's tall for 10 at about 5'0", thin but fit, and has the most glorious nipple bumps. I could, and often do, spend hours giving her nipple bumps attention.

But back to our working together. Let's jump into the actual work introduction to Luke. The meeting included Colby, since he is technically the owner of the Boy Scouts.

"No I'm not," said Colby, to Celia's surprise. No, not that he could read me. We've been able to read each other for a while.

"I thought you owned it," said Celia. Yes, a clothed business meeting. How boring.

The four of us will get naked after.

"I did," said Colby. "But I transferred ownership. It made no sense for me to own it if I wasn't going to run it."

"Then who owns it?" asked Celia. Oh we all waited her out. I have learned much from the Royal family and this is one thing I learned.

Wait them out.

"Oh come on," said Celia. "I'm 10-years-old and this is my first job ever."

We waited her out again. She is the oldest person in the room.

"Holy shit," said Celia. "I'm the oldest person in the room. Fuck, Carly you're my boss."

"And Luke is mine. And the Secretary General of the UN," I said.

"I'm 9," said Luke. Well, he is.

"Now, you really can't run it officially out of this office," continued Luke. "Maria went back to Robertville, so we'll take advantage of her apartment, since it is almost next door. I'd suggest you move in, but if you want to just make it your office, that's fine. Entirely up to you."

"You're suggesting my family move into the apartment," said Celia.

"That would work, too, I suppose," said Luke.

"Well if that's not what you meant, what did you mean?" said Celia.

Luke waited again. Then he smiled at me.

What? Oh. Oh!

I think my moan might have cleared things up.

"He's suggesting that you and I move into the apartment," I said, in the deepest voice I have ever used.

"We're kids!" said Celia.

Luke actually responded this time.

"You own and run the Boy scouts," said Luke. "Doesn't feel much to me like you're a kid."

That's when he slid a Dionysus passport across the table to Celia.

And one to me.

"I already have a passport," I said. Luke just smiled. I opened it up.

"Baroness? I'm a freaking Baroness of Dionysus?" I said, a little loudly.

It made Luke laugh.

"It's mostly so I can yell Oh Baroness when I cum," said Luke, laughing.

He is doing that, too. I can see the future.

"Let's go see the apartment. It is a nice day. We can walk over," said Luke. For some reason, Nylah, Karolina, and Cassie just walked into the conference room.

Win, freaking win.

Now, I've been in Maria's apartment. I won't repeat all the information that was in a previous journal entry but will mention that our new apartment has 222,000 square feet. 20,600 square meters. 5 acres. 2 hectares.

Oh yeah, all the extra rooms are staying in the app. And that doesn't count the two floors for our staff.

"Wait, we have a staff?" said Celia.

"Oh yeah," said Luke. "Now, you can choose to keep them on or hire replacements, but I can tell you from personal experience that they're kind and generous and will do a great job."

Karolina and Nylah laughed.

"While that is all true," said Karolina. "They'll also fuck you silly on a regular basis. After all, your apartment is a consulate."

I don't know if our moans were for the consulate or being fucked silly.

"Yes," moaned Celia.

OK, she has a point.

"Two of them," she said, pointing at her own nipples.

"Oh you've got to tell that one to Dad," said Luke. "He will reward you."

Surely it was a coincidence that Bob just walked in.

"I hear there is a joke for me," said Bob, with a smile. Luke slammed his eyes shut.

The rest of us didn't. Sorry, Colby. Kind of a mess, there.

"Not sorry," moaned Colby.

"I'll clean it up for him," said Karolina, with a twinkle. Yes, a damn twinkle.

We'll just leave it that we celebrated in our new apartment. With everyone I mentioned. Including Bob.

Celia, me, Karolina, Cassie, Luke, me.

And that was just Bob. Damn, Colby is skilled. I already knew Luke was skilled.

Repeatedly.

Celia and I even fell asleep. When we woke up, we were alone.

In our apartment.

We celebrated a lot more.

Fourteen, yes fourteen, spatulas.

We did buy the Girl Scouts and merged them, too.

I do what I promise

Leslie here. Do you remember in Vacaville? Alec and his dad, Milo? I did a little homework and Milo is a single dad. Alec is his son, and he has a twin sister, Macey. I thought about taking them to Nibiru, but then I'd have to ask them not to tell anyone. You don't gain cred at school for that.

So I am taking them to the moon. For that, you get instant cred. We'll take pictures.

No, not that kind of pictures. Pictures the kids can share in school.

Maybe I'll come back and take the entire class. It would be educational. After all, it is a Gamma resort.

I'm about to land on their front lawn in my S-88. Speaking of cred, having a space plane land on your lawn is usually a neighborhood event. We get it. We do. We don't always like it, but we get it. I even dressed conservatively. A little. Just some shorts and a T-shirt. OK, the T-shirt doesn't cover much below my tits. Maybe not quite all of my tits.

Can you say underboob?

Enjoy the view, folks. If you lived in our world I wouldn't have the T-shirt on.

Or the shorts.

Kind of tiny booty shorts. I found them in the clean laundry. They might be Nylah's.

They're a little small.

Are you enjoying the mental image?

We used to take a lot of grief for the way we dress, but that has lessened over time. I think it is just expected now. Maybe even hoped for. OK, definitely hoped for. We look at it this way. We love the human body and would never, ever body shame anyone. We are also very visual. We have to wear clothes in the real world, but we can still provide an enjoyable view. I am self-aware enough to know that tiny booty shorts and a shirt that can barely contain my breasts is sexy and fun.

Now let me describe Tomas' outfit. Yes, Tomas is with me. Not Hunter. Not Hallie. Tomas.

Tomas is fun. Tomas is sexy AF. Tomas is an incredible fuck.

Why wouldn't Tomas be with me? Hunter and Hallie are with Ruby.

That's all OK in our world.

Did I mention the three of them are already on the moon?

Gonna be fun. I hope. Maybe not. Maybe Milo and his kids have no interest.

And maybe I'll become a nun. Nuns are cool, OK?

Back to Tomas. He's in shorts, too. I think they might be Nylah's, too. They're small, pink, and close to sheer. He's wearing a white tank top. That one is likely Bill's. Or maybe Jax's.

Probably Jax. Tomas is ripped. We can see his abs. Very ripped. He's grown so much since the story in the coffee shop with Ruby. Oh, certainly physically, but as a person. He went from too shy to talk to Ruby to co-leading an incredible corporation. He's damn good at it. He's damn good at a lot of things.

Trust me on that one.

We landed and dropped the stairs. A crowd gathered quickly, like it always does. We just left the stairs down and encouraged anyone that wanted to check out the inside. We walked over to the trio waiting for us.

Milo, Alec, and a young woman who is obviously Macey. Think a female version of Alec.

They're kind of staring. It is a bit of a tennis match going back and forth from me to Tomas and back. We both laughed a little.

"Perhaps we should head to the moon, and we could get out of these clothes, and you can enjoy more than the view," said Tomas.

"The view is pretty nice, so if you can exceed that, I am so in," said Alec.

"Hopefully, he'll be so in me," said Macey, with a little smirk.

"Milo, this is a big decision for you," I said. "We can go to the moon and enjoy the view and run around the surface and nothing else. Or we can do all those things and you can have some private time with your kids within our rules. Or Tomas and I could join in."

"Or you could let us experience the Gamma resort," said Macey. "Listen, Dad, I'm going to be blunt. Alec and I are both sexually active, including with each other. We're careful and we follow the Dionysus rules, so please join us."

I think Milo's moan might have been an answer.

"I'd like that too, Dad," said Alec. "Have you ever experienced being the middle of a train? Macey in the front, me in the back."

His moan was longer and deeper now.

"Actually, kids," he said. "I've long been pansexual, so yes, that has appeal."

"You'll have to try it with Leslie and me, too," said Tomas.

Now they're all moaning.

"Let's go," I said.

We hopped in the plane, and I put Macey in the pilot's seat and Alec in the co-pilot's seat.

Then I sat down on the couch next to Milo and strapped in. He laughed.

I waited until everyone was strapped in before I responded.

"Alexa, Moon base Alpha," I said. Yes, we have cool as shit names like that.

The plane lifted up and turned vertical.

And just shot up in the air. No it doesn't have to, but it is fun AF. OK, maybe not quite that fun.

"Should I be worried that my children appear to be the pilots?" asked Milo. This time I laughed, but Tomas snorted.

He snorted.

I waited him out until he laughed.

"The plane is autonomous," said Tomas. "No one even needs to be in those seats."

"So we're not going to the space station?" asked Alec. "The moon must take forever."

"Arriving Moon Base Alpha," said Alexa.

"Not that long," I said.

God, that was timed gloriously.

"It's pretty fast," said Tomas. We flew down and flew along the ground for a minute, up to the garage. The door is open, so we flew right in. The door is always open. There is a force field. You get the drill. We landed and I dropped the stairs. Hunter, Hallie, and Ruby are waiting us.

Naked.

My God, Hallie looks amazing. Seriously so. Pregnant women look amazing and add in that Hallie is beautiful and it is a win. I did have to laugh because there is a stripe of cum across her left breast.

And a similar stripe across Hunter's chest.

Just our normal.

Then again, Ruby has a bit of a stream of cum down her leg.

Sexy AF.

I stood up and started undressing, to the open mouth stares of our guests. I put a lot into that strip.

Tomas, too.

We went through the introductions, which included pretty massive orgasms for Hallie, Ruby, Macey, and me.

Repeatedly.

And one for Milo. It happens. All over Hunter, too.

Macey cleaned him up. Alec helped.

"Perhaps we could leave the garage?" said Hallie with a laugh.

God, it is great to see Hallie laugh. She laughed again and came over and took my hand.

Sorry about that, folks. It made me smile. Cum pretty much flew everywhere.

Oops.

I did laugh because one of the cleaning robots shot out and cleaned up the floor. I'm not sure who programmed it, but every time it went over cum, it moaned softly.

Freaking hilarious.

Yeah, I'm a teenager. It is funny. OK, Milo laughed, too.

And we're on the moon. I went back recently and watched the moon landing. 1969. They developed the technology in less than 10 years. There's a great article in The Atlantic on the underappreciated computing power of the Apollo computer.

And yes this is a tangent.

So last week I went to the Apollo 11 landing spot. The flag is still there. All faded, of course. I took a selfie with the flag and posted it to social media. It caused a bit of a firestorm. One group thought it was really cool. I was really careful to not disturb anything. I didn't even leave any footsteps in the moon dust. The other group howled about my ruining history but couldn't explain exactly how I ruined history. We're kind of expect that. I guess I won't explain the reason I didn't leave footprints was that I was flying just above the surface.

I don't think that group would appreciate our powers.

OK, back on track. It is dinner time, so we headed into the restaurant. It can be a bit of an overwhelming experience. Macey and Alec seem to be handling it just fine. Remember, there are couches and lounges to, um, use while you're waiting for dinner. We weren't in the room 30 seconds before Macey and Alec were on their knees on a lounge getting pounded by identical twins of about 12.

Milo is just staring. That's when Tomas took his hand and led him over to the same lounge. Oh hell yes, we all walked over with them.

"Front or back?" asked Tomas, of Milo. Milo didn't answer.

He got on his knees, between his two kids.

God, that's sexy. Macey and Alec took turns kissing their dad, while getting power fucked.

Then cum just started flyin'.

OK, dinner was delayed. In my case by Hallie fucking me with a simply huge double-ended dildo. That actually drew an audience!

Finally we sat down to dinner, a bit sticky. A common occurrence at a Gamma resort.

"Well this started off well," said Macey. It sure did for her. After both twins fucked her, the three of them experienced their first train, just as Alec described. Milo in the middle.

I think they're a closer family now.

Did I mention we invited Neven and Mauro to dinner with us? They're hilarious. They finish each other's sentences like a married couple.

Ah. Soulmates.

Good for them.

I could describe the rest of the weekend, but that would mostly be sharing the new sexual positions the trio learned. Oh, not literally a trio. Maybe.

Support the Blue

Leslie here. I like to support police officers that impress me. If you remember the incident in Vacaville, there was an officer named Carmen that handled the whole situation so professionally, particularly given so much of it was just unbelievable. There was a pile of bullets at my feet and my breast fell out of my shirt. So we have force fields, but they don't protect our clothing.

That would be weird.

I suspect she suspects. Oh God. If only she suspected the suspect it would be I suspect she suspects the suspect.

I'm telling Dad. Hell, I think I'll take him on the trip.

Dad's fun to travel with.

So I did. We are about to land in Vacaville. A bit of an ambush, I suppose. We're taking Carmen to lunch, and we'd arranged it in advance. Her captain even asked if we were going to steal her and if we were, he would stand behind it. As he put it, why the fuck wouldn't he?

A good man. We're going to meet him, too. Maybe not meet. Maybe.

It caused a bit of a stir when we landed in the back of the police department parking lot, which we had also arranged in advance. It was even blocked off with cones. It almost emptied the building.

That happens a lot.

I went down the stairs first. I appreciated both the gasps and the moans. OK, in some ways I absolutely hate it. There is a lot of the 10-year-old that doesn't quite understand still left in me. There is nothing in our lives that is explainable. I just landed in one of my space planes with my dad, the king.

See.

I'm even dressed conservatively. I'm in simple khaki shorts and a polo shirt. OK, the polo shirt is white and if you look really closely you can see the color change of my nipples. Not that big a deal.

"It is incredibly sexy, and you damn well know it," said Dad.

Well, sure.

On this shirt, my stars are a little above my left breast. To the point that if you're not sure what they are and try to look at them, you just stared at my tits. I laugh how many people stare for a bit and then realize what they're doing.

Dad is, well, Dad. He's in simple navy blue board shorts, flip flops and a Ron's Surf shop T-shirt. At least this one doesn't have mustard on it.

"Yet," said Dad.

Point taken.

I do appreciate that Dad got similar gasps and moans.

He's moan worthy.

"Ditto," said Dad.

Aww.

I walked over to the nearest police officer.

"Can you please direct us to the front desk?" I said. "We have an appointment with a detective."

Just then someone strode up really fast.

"Would that be with me?" said Carmen. I smiled at her.

"Hi," said Dad. "I'm Bob." He stuck his hand out like the best used car salesman in the business.

"Please to meet you, your highness," said Carmen. Dad just burst out laughing.

"What does that even mean?" said Dad. "Your highness. High. Highness. That's goofy."

Carmen just looked at me.

"Don't look at me," I said. "I think this is all hooey, too. Good Grief. I'm a 16-year-old kid."

"That commands the most powerful military in the world and likely other worlds and arrived with her dad, the king, in what I suspect is just one of her space planes," said Carmen.

"Well, when you put it that way," I said, which got us all laughing.

"But she is still right," said Dad. "We understand exactly the position we're in and how we got here, we're just not sure how it was us. Under all this, we don't consider ourselves special."

"Oh, you're special," said Carmen, in a super deep voice, complete with a little rasp.

"Anytime, anywhere," I said, and Dad just smiled. "Good grief, you know that about us, if nothing else."

"That's the part so few believe," said Carmen. "You have to admit it sounds unbelievable."

"We can talk about it, we can drop the subject, or we can enthusiastically show you," said Dad. "Top 5 men, top 5 women, under our rules."

"Pretty big assumption on women, dude," said Carmen.

"You have outstanding peripheral vision," I said. Carmen looked confused for a bit and then laughed.

"I do," said Carmen. "That afternoon in the Dollar Tree was breathtaking."

"Thanks," I said. "Maybe today you can see both. And suck both."

Yeah, I went there.

"Five of each?" said Carmen. "Nine and above."

Dad and I both nodded. Is there a nodding jinx?

"Did Luke turn 9?" asked Carmen. Dad and I nodded again.

"But not Colby and Nylah?" asked Carmen.

"Not yet," said Dad. "We can't wait."

Well we can't. OK, Dad can't. I'm not 18, yet. Nylah, Colby, and Karolina. With Hunter and Hallie. And Ruby and Tomas.

Fun.

"Do you two count?" she asked. Dad and I both laughed.

"Nicely played," said Dad. "No, we don't count."

"Men, Luke, Orlando, Tomas, Hunter, Luca," said Carmen.

"A nice group, skewed a little young," said Dad. "They'll bring stamina."

"Women, Amy, Pari, Chris, Morgan, Sophia," said Carmen.

"Morgon with o or Morgan with an a," said Dad. "Oh never mind, we'll just include them both."

"Do I get a transgender list, too?" said Carmen. "I'd love to add Amai, Juanita, Gina, and Remei. Oh, and Averie."

"Nicely played," I said. "Improves the cock ratio, too. Sure. Not promising them all, but likely. They'll all bring their significant others, too, which pulls in people like Ruby, Tegan, Carlina, and Gabe."

"And Tavi and Amara, plus Hallie and Cassie, Grace and Valeria," said Carmen. "Oh, and Noah."

"Assuming you're up for a weekend with us all," I said. "At our place in Malibu."

"I'm all yours," said Carmen. "I'll just have to arrange a babysitter."

"Talk," I said. She smiled really big.

"Two kids. Rafie, who is 10 and Malena, who is 9," said Carmen.

"OK, think before you react," I said. "Your initial reaction might be rough. Why do you need a babysitter?"

"Because they're...Oh," said Carmen. "Oh."

That second one was much deeper.

"But before we go there, that's not why we came to see you," said Dad. "As good a reason as it is. We'd like you to come work for us."

"Doing what?" she said.

"Not sure," I said. "We can figure that out later. Kind of depends on where you want to live."

"What are my choices?" asked Carmen.

OK, we laughed.

"Too many to list," said Dad. "Way too many. Hell, the list of planets alone."

"Planets?" squeaked Carmen.

We both smiled at her. Which might have accidentally been a little mean.

Dad caught her, which meant when she woke up, she was in Dad's arms.

Not sure that helped.

I was a little worried that the officers nearby would hassle her about Dad literally holding her in his arms, but the general look was lust.

>From the women and men.

We headed to The Sunset which is right on the beach in Malibu. We like it a lot.

Which is why we own it now.

We landed on the beach and when we got down the stairs, they closed, and the plane took off. Carmen looked at me.

I just shrugged.

"You can't park your plane on the beach," said Dad, as if that explained it all. OK, maybe it does. We came in from the beach and there is a hostess stand for beach goers.

I think it startled Carmen a little when I screamed a little and hugged the hostess and gave her an orgasm inducing kiss.

Particularly since she's 12.

"What are you doing playing hostess?" asked Dad. Lexie laughed.

"I like it," she said. "It gives me a different view of the restaurant."

OK, I like that.

"What's your normal role?" asked Carmen, who seems to be handling my mauling the adorable preteen hostess pretty well. Did I mention my finger in her shorts?

"I manage all of the kingdom's restaurant properties on the West coast," said Lexie.

"Of course you do," said Carmen, with a smile.

"You really are different," said Carmen, to no one in particular.

"Would you like a hug and kiss, too?" asked Lexie. Carmen's eyebrows shot up.

And then she moaned. Lexie walked over and held her arms open.

It was an impressive kiss. Dad caught Carmen. I caught Lexie.

The family that just walked in from the beach caught it all.

We like to provide entertainment value. No, we didn't invite the family to join us. Tempting as it was.

We sat down for lunch and Dad took a bit of the lead. He is so self-deprecating that readers probably believe he is a mute hermit, but that's just bullshit. Dad doesn't talk as much about what he does, but he's involved. He doesn't personally run something like Costco or our military. The role he has chosen is much more personal. People. He knows, understands, and just senses people. You've read it before, but when you need Dad, he is there. Without your asking. He literally spends his life checking in on people that have been swept up in our world.

I'll go on a little tangent because you know, tangents. No, that's silly. I'll let Dad tell the story.

Not much of a story

OK, this is Bob. I don't know why I am telling this story. It was a fairly typical day. I happened to be in Robertville. Yes, our main home, but now we have little Dionysus enclaves all over the world. It is freaking insane. Since Leslie likes these stories I'll tell two. The last two days.

You see, I don't know why I go visit people. I just know I need to go visit people. I don't have premonitions like Jessica. I feel things. It is almost like having memories before they happen.

So yesterday I went to visit Tessa. Tessa has been in one chapter of the journal. I looked. She's a great kid and lives here in Robertville and I've seen her a bunch of times, but our social circles don't really overlap. Contrary to popular opinion, we don't fuck everyone in our world all the time.

You can stop laughing now.

Tessa is Julius and Hal's daughter. Julius runs all of retail on the main islands. He started running our general store. Yes, we had one store. Then again only about 300 people lived on the islands. Four islands. I thought I bought one.

Anyway. There are over 135,000 residents on the main islands now. We still don't make an even modest dent in the space, which is bigger than the state of Delaware.

Don't forget Lebanon and Portugal. Lebanon is about four times bigger. Portugal is nine times bigger than Lebanon. Add in the part of Spain.

Nan really needs to tell that story. Or maybe she already has. It is tough to keep up with what we own, let alone whether we have shared it. And by own, I sometimes mean countries.

Our lives are weird. I am beginning to accept it a little more. Not necessarily like it but accept it. We're doing good in the world. Look at the kids! Oh, I meant our kids, but it applies more universally doesn't it?

Anyway, back to Tessa. I'm on my way to the coffee shop. No, I didn't arrange to meet Tessa at the coffee shop. I just know to go to the coffee shop.

Still weird.

I popped in and there was Tessa, sitting by herself, drinking a cup of coffee. I walked over and it took a minute for her to even notice I was there. She finally looked up and gave me a wan smile.

"May I please join you?" I asked. She smiled a little bigger and waved her hand to the seat.

That's when my coffee was delivered to the table. No voodoo involved. My earrings ordered it automatically. Don't yours?

"So what's going on in your life?" I said.

"Not much," she said, stopping there. I did what I do. I waited. Quietly and patiently. It is a bit of effort because everyone's natural inclination is to fill the silence. I figured this out long ago. The kids are masters at it now, too.

We just sat there in silence, contemplating our coffee. Finally Tessa spoke.

"That's pretty fucking powerful," said Tessa. "You don't fill the silence at all. You just waited to see if I wanted to share anything. How long would you have waited?"

I just shrugged.

"You're a good man, Bob," said Tessa. "You really are. We're sitting in a coffee shop in a city with 135,000 residents. A city that didn't need to exist. You could have just built a nice home on this gorgeous island and hoarded your wealth, but you didn't. You opened it up and created a world beyond the wildest dreams of any of us. You're a good man."

Then she laughed. She has a nice laugh.

"And now you're blushing," said Tessa. "You're amazing."

What could I say to that? It is embarrassing.

"It really does embarrass you, doesn't it?" said Tessa. It felt like the time to respond.

"Yeah," I said. "A lot. I don't consider myself special. I consider myself lucky. We have more than we need, so we share. That's just what you do."

"No, Bob," said Tessa. "It isn't. Look at the rest of the world. Look at billionaires. They hoard their wealth. They compete to go into space using antiquated technology. They're not the man you are."

OK, I snorted.

"Now ya gotta explain the snort," said Tessa, with a laugh.

"Last week Elon Musk finally went into space," I said. "Jessica flew up and flew next to his spaceship and followed along waving. It made us laugh."

That's why Tessa and I were imagining it and laughing.

"Was Jessica naked?" asked Tessa, and I smiled.

"Jessica rarely wears clothes," I said. "It didn't come up, but I bet she was."

"Most beautiful woman in the world," said Tessa. Hard to argue with her on that one.

"I haven't laughed this hard in a long time," said Tessa.

That's when I clammed up again and Tessa caught it pretty quickly.

"Is this where I tell you my story?" asked Tessa. That doesn't require a response, so I just gave her a little smile. Just a little one. Her thrashing away in the coffee shop wasn't appropriate.

Yet.

"It's a classic Romeo and Juliet story," said Tessa. "Or more of an unrequited love story. I have fallen for someone, and I can't get them out of my mind, and they don't feel the same about me."

Still no need for a response.

"At least I think they don't," said Tessa.

I took a sip of my coffee.

That's when Tessa's face turned to shock. I turned and looked.

Vinny. You see, Vinny is Paola and Roberto's son. Vinny lives on Vino. Tessa lives in Robertville. I don't know how they met.

But yesterday I had coffee on Vino.

Vinny made a beeline to the table. What exactly is a beeline? Anyway.

"May I sit down, please?" he said, clearly forcing himself to even speak.

Tessa just nodded. She appears to not be able to talk.

That's when I got up to leave. I looked back at the table as I got to the door.

Tessa and Vinny are in the middle of a pretty damned impressive kiss. Ah, now Tessa is lying back on the table and Vinny is just pounding her.

They appear to have figured it all out. And yes, that's not uncommon in our coffee shops. They weren't even the first to fuck on a table while I was there.

Which leads me to yesterday.

I woke up in the morning and knew I needed coffee.

In a little coffee shop on Vino. So I went. You don't ignore those feels. Let's face it, I took the S-88 that was in the yard. It's not very far. Nothing is very far.

I landed at the house and took a cart into town. Even Vino is over 100,000 people now.

Still weird.

This time I didn't even know who I was there for. I walked in and saw only one person sitting alone, looking really sad.

Vinny.

I didn't really even know him. We'd met, but not met if you get my drift. I walked over to his table.

"Hi, can I join you?" I asked. He looked up and seemed a little surprised.

"Why would you even ask? Of course you can," said Vinny.

"Why wouldn't I ask?" I said, as I sat down.

"You're the king!" said Vinny. "This is all yours!"

I admit, I laughed a little and sat down.

"No," I said. "It isn't. That's not how it all works."

We both sat quietly for a bit.

"It really isn't, is it?" said Vinny. "That's not how you look at it. You see it as a benefit for everyone."

"Yeah," I said. "No one needs to be that rich. Good people share."

"Most billionaires don't," he said.

That didn't seem like it need a response, so we sat quietly for a bit.

"Can I ask you a personal question?" said Vinny. I just smiled and nodded.

"I read the journal from the beginning. You describe yourself as this skinny hermit nerd, yet Queen Amy married you," he said. "How?"

OK, I laughed again.

"I will never understand it," I said. "And now Pari. I'm the luckiest guy in the world."

"But how did you even get up the nerve?" he said.

"You have someone you like," I said.

"Yeah," he said, in such a sad voice.

"Have you told them?" I asked.

"No!" he said. "I can't. I just can't."

"I get that," I said.

"You!" said Vinny. "You are literally the most powerful person in the world."

"No," I said. "That would be Jessica."

We both thought about that for a minute and then he smiled.

"OK," he said. "Number 2."

"Not even in the Top 10," I said. "Jessica. Bill. Leslie. Chris. Orlando. Morgan. Sophia. Luke. Luca. Cassie. Amy. Pari. I could go on and on."

"But they're powerful because of you?" he said.

"No," I said. "They're not. They're powerful because they're good people. Yes, through a fortunate set of events, I started this, but they're doing what they do because they are who they are."

We drank our coffee for a bit.

"How do I tell her?" he said.

"By being honest," I said. "Listen, there are a lot of outcomes. The first, and most likely, is she feels it, too. Another is she doesn't, and she tells you that. Maybe she puts you in the friendzone. I can't answer that. Only she can. But if you don't ask, you'll never know and you'll be miserable. Either way, you have your answer."

"But she lives in Robertville," he said.

"So?" I said. "You know you can use JetsonCar to go back and forth any time you want. It's under fifteen minutes!"

We sat for a while.

"I'm going to do it tomorrow," he said. "I'm going to. Would you be there for moral support?"

Ah, that explains it.

"Tessa," I said, and his eyebrows shot up.

"Yes!" he said. "How did you know?"

"I didn't," I said. "But I know tomorrow I am supposed to meet her at the coffee shop in Robertville."

"You have plans with Tessa?" he said. "That's a huge coincidence."

"No," I said. "She has no idea. I just know I'm supposed to be at the coffee shop to talk to Tessa."

"Oh," he said. "That's weird."

That didn't seem like it needed an answer.

"OK," he said. "I'm doing it. I might get shot down, but I'm doing it."

I think you know how the story ends.

Dad's pretty freaking cool

Dad is amazing. He is. This story just showed it.

He's also amazing in other ways. Trust me. He's been my dad for almost six years. Six amazing years. Transformational. I was a scared skinny little girl. Now I'm the freaking Minister of Defense of Dionysus and lead the UN Forces at 16. I'm a slacker. Chris was President at 14.

Just then, Jessica walked in with two kids.

Damn.

"Hi," said Jessica. "This is Rafie, and this is Malena."

Jessica pulled out a chair and sat down. So did the two kids.

They all seem pretty comfortable with each other.

Oh.

"Really, Jessica?" I said. Jessica's response was to smile at me.

Took me a minute to recover.

"Wow," said Carmen. Jessica just looked at Carmen and raised her eyebrows. Carmen shook her head no and Jessica laughed.

"So, Mom," said Malena. "When and where are we moving?"

"What?" said Carmen.

"We wouldn't be here if they weren't recruiting you, Mom," said Rafie.

Both kids just looked at Carmen.

"Come on, Mom," said Malena. "Don't mess this up. There's a wrestling room just waiting for all of us."

OK, the entire table moaned.

"But what would I do?" asked Carmen.

"Depends on what you want to do," I said. "And where you want to live. Run a police force in one of our locations. Run for police chief in a city where we have a school. Run security at a major resort or school. Just accept the job, try out all the choices, travel the world for a few months, and pick."

"That's not how job offers work," said Carmen. Jessica led the laughter.

"Of course they do," said Jessica. "You're in our world now. You have access to space planes and houses all over the world. The kids can attend any school wherever and whenever or just do virtual school. Spend a month in London. Another in Berlin. Maybe Franklin, Tennessee. Just look around. Once you do, the right job will be obvious, and you can settle down."

"That's not how job offers work," said Carmen, again.

Her kids led the laughter.

"What's the comp plan?" asked Melena.

"That's not...," said Carmen, and Melena just waved her hand and Carmen stopped. She even smiled and raised her eyebrows at me.

That's pretty sexy.

I ran through the comp plan.

Now she appears to be in shock.

"Why?" she said.

"Jessica already explained that," said Malena, with just a hint of exasperation.

"No she didn't!" said Carmen.

"Yeah, I did," said Jessica. "But I get that it is confusing. Let's do this. Let's go back to the house, have a simply insane evening of sex where I teach you all things that you've never done before, and then in the morning, after you've had some rest, we can talk about it some more."

Carmen turned to me.

"Isn't she 5?" said Carmen.

"Sure," I said. I just left it there. Come on. It is funny.

"You still have an exception?" said Rafie, to Jessica.

Still.

"Oh yeah," said Jessica.

Rafie and Malena's moans were long and deep.

"I think we have a plan," said Melena.

By then we'd finished dinner, so we, well, did as Jessica suggested. Bill joined us. They put on a show. Yes, Carmen accepted.

That can't surprise you.

Am I nuts?

My name is Brandi. I'm Ramsey's bio mom. I'm about to go into major surgery and the surgeon is 5. He did say that Elena was scrubbing in, too. You know, the older doctor of 14. The funny thing is I am fine with it. I've gotten to know the family better, in oh so many ways, and their strength is clear. I have no idea how I got swept up in this, but somehow the kids and I live just off campus in a gorgeous 4/4 that the kingdom is providing. Walking distance to Stanford, which is amazing. I looked it up on Zillow. Somehow this house costs over $5 million and we live in it. Leslie did suggest that we put the spare bedroom in the app and that random people would be interested in staying with us. We can turn it on and off whenever we want and even limit it to weekends.

The first time I turned it on, Leslie signed it up with Hunter and Hallie.

It was quite a weekend.

I'm spending a lot of time with Gordon and Lyra. I do think we're a trio, but my focus is medical school right now. I'm just finishing up pre-med and have three weeks before Med school, which is why I am having the surgery. Did I mention that I met them all 13 days ago? Yep. Juliet and I both finished pre-med and Deven finished his bachelor's last weekend.

Thirteen days.

Oh, here are my surgeons now.

"Hi," said Bill. "Any questions before we start? The surgery is pretty quick, so you'll be in recovery within a couple hours."

Just then, Juliet walked in, wearing scrubs just like Bill and Elena.

"I get to scrub in!" said Juliet. "Assuming you're OK with it."

"Well, it is a teaching hospital and you're a medical student," said Bill.

Holy shit. My 10-year-old daughter is scrubbing in for my surgery.

This can be a little overwhelming. Time to go to sleep now.

So freaking cool

They even let me participate a little. I'm not sure I should tell Mom that it was me that rebroke her leg. Oh, this is Juliet. Just watching Bill was amazing. I'd found videos of similar surgeries and watched them. None had the skill that Bill does and it is stunningly obvious. He's just so smooth.

OK, smooth in other ways, too. Exceptions are awesome.

But back to the surgery. Based on the surgeries I had watched, this should have been a four or five hour surgery. Bill finished it in 49 minutes. So economical. Just smooth.

They wheeled Mom to recovery and let me go with her. I was with her when she woke up. So was Bill. He waited.

What doctor does that?

"I do," said Bill. "You're family."

I admit I laughed.

"Yeah, right," I said. Bill smiled at me. Got me right to the edge and backed off.

"It will take you awhile, but you'll see," said Bill. "Ramsey and Gordon are family. Which means Brandi is family. Which means you're family."

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

"Yeah, I know," said Bill. "Getting swept up into it appears to be a bit confusing. I wouldn't know. It is the only world I have ever lived in."

Just then Elena walked into the room.

"How's she doing?" she asked, of Bill.

"Everything looks good," said Bill.

"I have to say," said Elena. "That surgery was amazing. I'm good. I'm not remotely that good." Which led to Bill laughing.

"Yeah you are," said Bill. "I do it more, but you are my equal in every single way."

For some reason that led to Elena leaning over and picking up Bill and giving him one hell of a kiss. She set him down and I did the only thing I could think to do.

I held my arms open. Elena laughed and pulled me in for a kiss. Bill took me to the edge.

Elena didn't stop. We're both just a vibrating.

"Can I get one of those kisses?" asked Mom. We both whipped our heads around.

She gave us a wan smile.

"How are you feeling?" I asked.

"Groggy, mostly," she said. "How did it go?"

"Amazing," I said. "Although you'd probably rather hear that from the surgeon."

"Sure," said Mom. "But I just loved hearing it from you."

Then she fell asleep.

It is all going really well. Everything. Our entire freaking lives.

All because Gordon crossed paths with Chris and Leslie. They're changing the world.

Our weekend getaway

Our night with everyone was amazing. Every night since has been amazing. Did you catch that our house is a consulate now?

Every night. All night. All four of us. This is Jerome. District manager for Dollar Tree, based in Vacaville, California. I thought you might need reminding. I'm referencing, of course, my amazing wife, Quisha, and our incredible kids, Talisa and Razi.

Pretty freaking amazing.

But it is Friday afternoon and Leslie promised to come back and take us on our dream vacation. She also offered that we could each pick our Top 5 and they would join us for Saturday evening.

Then she asked where we wanted to go. I admit, we were a little confused and discussed choices like San Francisco or Monterey.

Which make Leslie laugh.

"You don't get it," said Leslie. "I literally meant anywhere in the world. There is nowhere on Earth that is more than a 15 minute flight. Then again, you could weekend on the space station or the moon, but those are both Gamma resorts.

"Say that last sentence slower," said Talisa. I repeated it.

And they all moaned.

"I have one more option," said Leslie. "It is a little out there. It depends if you want something more urban, like Paris or Rome, or someplace really quiet, remote, and gorgeous. Remember, you're part of Dionysus now, so this could be every weekend. Just signup planes and rooms and spend one weekend in Paris, the next in Moscow, and the next on the moon."

"Huh," said Razi. He beat me to it. We're all just staring at her, which just made her laugh again.

"You all have new phones. Open up the JetsonCar app," said Leslie. We all faithfully did.

"Put in something far away. Rome, London, Moscow, Tokyo. Heck, put in Moon," said Leslie. Oh hell yes, I put in moon.

"OK," said Leslie. "Schedule it for 5pm next Friday with a return at 5pm on Sunday. Pick 4 adults. Now, one quick question. Do you want to have a room together or do you want to be randomly assigned to the bed of someone interesting? The AI matching software is amazing, and it is so damn fun. You can have a different bed on Friday than Saturday."

We all just looked at her. She smiled and nodded.

And showed me how to set that up for us all.

"OK," said Leslie. "You're all set. A plane will pick you up at your house and return you there on Sunday. It is a Gamma resort, so there will be all the toiletries you need and shops for literally anything else. We usually just take off our clothes when we get there and put them back on when we return, unless we're coming back to someplace in Dionysus, in which case we don't put the clothes back on."

Yeah, we stared again.

"Imagining me naked again, aren't you?" said Leslie. We all nodded. Of course we were.

"Soon," laughed Leslie. "I'll tell you what. If you're OK with someplace kind of quiet, but with wakeboarding and parasailing and a gorgeous beach, I have a great suggestion. But, and it is a big but, you can't tell anyone outside of Dionysus that you've been there. Even in Dionysus, we don't really talk about it. Can we trust you?"

"Yeah," said Talisa. "But you already knew that, or we wouldn't have been drawn into your world. There is one documented mistake in the process. One."

"Yeah," said Leslie. We all read the entire journal. Simpson.

The dick.

"Let's go," said Leslie. We all followed her outside and on to her plane. That is in our front yard. There is a pretty big crowd.

Did I mention the space plane in our yard?

We lifted up and then shot off towards the coast. Leslie pulled us up and aimed at a cloud. We shot through the cloud and when we came out...

There were two suns.

"Um," said Talisa. Leslie laughed.

"That's why you can't talk about it," said Leslie. Then she laughed again. I like it when Leslie laughs. Which made her laugh. You see, she bounces. Her, um, breasts.

She laughed again and whipped off her top.

To moans from all of us. My God.

Which just made her laugh again. What a wonderful cycle.

Then she lifted them both up and sucked on her own left nipple and then the right.

Wow, her nipples just got erect. They're amazing.

She waved me over and pointed at her left nipple. She waved Quisha over and pointed at her right nipple.

OMG.

I could go on. And on. And on. About our weekend, but it was amazing. I might have to move here.

Thirty-two consecutive cums.

Then I recovered.

In twenty minutes.

Fun!

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