1 May 2023

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I think I finally met him

Every good writer has an editor, right? Our standing joke is that Buck is actually writing the journal and it is fiction. He still lives in Florida, and all of this is out of his keyboard. It's probably posted somewhere like Nifty.

It would just be so perfect. Oh, this is Amy. Yep, finally writing in the journal.

For some reason, I've been thinking that a good author would always have an editor. Then I met him.

Norm.

Norm is new to Dionysus. Here's the hilarious part. He's an old friend of Buck's. Buck invited him to move, with his wife, and their grandchildren, who live with them.

Oh, it gets better.

Norm retired from being an editor. An editor at Harlequin. For those not familiar, they're heaving bodice romance novels. Close to porn. Targeted at a female demographic.

Sex stories.

Edited by Buck's best friend, Norm.

See?

Now, I've met Norm's whole family. With their permission, I'll share that I've met Norm's family. Including Norm. Especially Norm. He's just a nice, caring guy, and his wife and grandkids clearly adore him. OK, the grandkids adore him differently now that they live here.

On Eros.

Hey, if you're going to move.

That's a story, too. You see, Celeste was a pit boss at the Seminole Casino. Norm's a bit of a stud, you see. Norm is 72. His wife Celeste is 39.

And sexy AF.

Celeste is the new VP of Casino Operations at the largest casino on Eros. They're all Gammas now, but with a little different target audience. For example, what used to be Alpha is adults only. Old school adults. Eighteen and over.

What used to be Beta is nine and over. That way everyone is in play.

What used to be Gamma, and still is, allows all ages. Within our rules, of course. Of course one of the biggest draws is that you can watch. Even we thought it was creepy at first, but Jessica set us straight. No, serious. It was quite the speech.

Celeste is the VP of Operations at the last one.

The best one. Well it is.

Jessica and Bill love it.

They go a lot.

For the shows, of course. OK, maybe not just the shows. I think they're exhibitionists. No, I know they're exhibitionists.

Back to the casino. The entertainment at the casinos is amazing. We're almost mainstream now. Almost everyone wants to do a gig at a Gamma resort.

It is kind of a thing now. If you're an up and comer in the music industry, there are two steps that make a huge impact on your career. One is playing one of our casinos. You don't have to do anything sexual. You know that.

But if you did, no one would ever hear about it. Ever. That's just not done.

The real booster shot for your career is to be managed and produced by OMG. The Orlando Music Group.

Which is Orlando and Gina.

They're freaking amazing.

And in demand. They're very selective.

But back to Norm. I've introduced Celeste, but not the grandkids. They're Norm's grandkids. Celeste is the step-grandma, but as far as these kids are concerned, just Grandma, which she takes well and takes to heart.

They're all amazing.

I don't know the story of why they live with their grandparents. Even if I did, it likely involves family drama I wouldn't share. So I'll just introduce them. The oldest is Sadie. Sadie is 14. If you remember the introduction of Morgan, that will so apply here. A former mean girl wannabee transported to the dream life that settled her down.

OK, maybe not completely settled her down. She's pretty insatiable.

Now read that as a good thing. Oh, you already did.

Next up is Landin. Landin is 12. Still seeing the similarities? Landin is freaking hilarious. Seriously so. He even does standup comedy as an intro to the main act. He's the guy that keeps the audience fired up before the star comes out.

Hilarious.

And talented. He's learned a lot even in the short time they've been here. For one, he's very oral. You want it licked, he'll lick it. Men, women, boys, and girls.

But he is so much more. He has a glorious 5-inch (13 cm) ass cock. You know what I mean.

Glorious. Let's just say he's quite friendly with almost every act that performs.

Camila loves him. Maybe really loves him. Huh. Hadn't thought about that. You go, girl.

And then there is Kelly. She breaks the similarity, at least in ages, by a year. She just turned 9. She is making great use of the fact she is 9.

Remember insatiable above? Sadie is a nun in comparison to Kelly. Although who knows. Maybe nuns are insatiable. I'll mull on that a bit. Maybe go meet a nun. I wonder if we have a nun? I will research nuns. I do not know why I am focused on nuns.

Kelly is also great friends with Nylah, Colby, and Karolina, now, and is around the house a lot. Honestly, some of that is that she has a crush on Bob. Bob knows it and accepts it. Norm and Celeste know Bob would never do anything to hurt Kelly.

Oh, they fuck. A lot.

But nothing to hurt her. She knows there is nothing there in a relationship. We're pretty full up. Bob, me, Pari, and Rylee.

We're kind of a broken record. Yes, we know Rylee is our soulmate and yes, we'll make that official someday. Just not quite yet.

At least legally. She does mostly live with us. Carol too, which is fine. Henry some, although he's mostly in California with Rilee. Carol spends more time with them than us.

They'll get there. No one understands better than us. They're a trio. We're a quad.

Patience.

Wow, I have wandered.

So back to Norm. Norm is an English professor now. He doesn't have to work but wants to. He teaches two classes at DAU, but three more at the Amyville school. I think we mentioned college courses are available on the islands now. Norm tried to do it as a volunteer, but Pari wouldn't let him. No one would let him. We don't believe in volunteers. If it should be done, then it is a job, and you get paid for a job. Quite well.

And the benefits are amazing. I laugh because the Americans are all thinking about how good is the medical plan. There's no medical plan. Of course we have universal healthcare. Duh. Literally, only the US doesn't have it.

Don't get me started.

Now, I suppose I could describe them and given we're all out by our pool and they're here, it is pretty easy. The kids are running around with our kids. Everyone from Luke and Cassie down.

Including the grandkids. Tia and Jax. Don't forget Zach and Zoey. Orlando, Valeria, and Grace's kids. They're running around laughing. Yes, running. Yes, they're a few months old. No, that doesn't surprise you. They idolize their cousins Tia and Jax. No, not that way.

Yet. We know it will happen and we know Tia and Jax will be amazing. So will Bill and Jessica.

We don't think Zack and Zoey are human either. They're running around. They're a few months old. I think their kids will pop out of the womb, run around the room, and ask to breast feed.

No one would give up the breast feeding.

Super deep in tangents here.

So back to the family. I'll start with Norm because, well, Norm. Norm trips my trigger. He's tall. About 6'2", and thin and wiry. He has a full head of white hair that he keeps perfectly coiffed. Which just made him laugh.

"Coiffed," said Norm. "I'll have to reward you for that."

And he did. So well.

The Descent.

I lie back on the couch. My ass is on the armrest at the end of the couch, but my upper body is on the couch. My legs are straight up in the air on Norm's shoulders. He has his arms around my legs, right on my hips.

He better have a great grip because he is just pounding me. This position allows for incredible penetration.

Particularly from his thick uncut 9-inch (23 cm) cock.

I love his cock.

That was a tangent from a one-line description.

Let's move on to Celeste. If you recall, I shared that Celeste is 39.

I dream of looking as good as Celeste at that age. Hell, at any age. She's smoking hot. Tall herself at about 5'9". Muscular body. Not waif thin, but clearly strong.

And the most amazing C cups. Super sensitive. Giant puffy nipples. A nice valley in between that is a favorite of many a cock.

I would if I had one.

In other words, a sexy, sexual couple.

We love them.

Now, the kids. Sadie is Morgan's doppelganger at that age with flawless perky B cups on a cheerleader's body but with dark hair.

A boy's wet dream.

I saw Sadie's first time with Bill. Of course we watched. We learn things from Bill.

I learned six new things including a simply amazing use of a soup ladle.

What I loved was how overwhelmed Sadie was. I think she viewed it as throwing a bone to the little dude.

She had it backwards. Bill's skills are transcendent. I only know by observation of course.

"I know from experience," said Pari, in a dreamy voice.

Yeah.

OK, Landin. About 5'6", which is tall for 12. Sandy blonde hair, worn long with actual bangs. A true androgynous look. I've seen Landin in shorts and a polo shirt. I've seen Landin in a suit. I've seen Landin in a simply stunning, tight knit dress.

He was hanging left that day.

OK, I have to take another tangent. I ran into Landin and Tomas the other day at the mall. The mall at the casino. Both were in clingy knit dresses. Landin in lavender and Tomas in hot pink. To complete the picture, they're both in 6-inch (15 cm) hooker heels. Tomas has let his hair grow long and he usually wears it in a ponytail.

Today it was in French braids. Notice the plural.

Pig tails.

I have never wanted him more.

Isn't it convenient that there are double lounges scattered around the entire property? I found myself naked, on my knees. Landin was in the back, just pounding me doggy-style. He had just lifted up the dress to do it.

Tomas was in front of me. He had also lifted up his dress, but his cock was down my throat.

Deep down my throat.

Finally it was too much, and they both pulled out and covered me with cum. I finished my shopping dripping cum off my naked body. It's kind of nice. Of course I was shopping naked. Random people come up and ask for a lick.

I got a lot of numbers. OK, I'm self-aware. I'm sexy, voracious, and the Queen.

I get me some.

But God. Their look.

Lastly Kelly. Little 9-year old Kelly.

Kelly is simply a powerhouse. She's small, at about 3'11". She's thin, but strong. Swimming is her thing, too, like her grandpa, and it shows in her freaking perfect body. A nice V. Incredible abs. A pussy that is just beginning to flower. Just the slightest. With an enormous clit. It almost looks like a small cock.

Very nice.

Oh, did I mention the puffies? At the nipple bump end of puffies. Right on the cusp.

Excuse me while I get myself off. It won't take much.

And it didn't.

Kelly is partial to dresses very similar to Landin and Tomas'. Thin, slightly sheer, form fitting, and knit.

Those puffies on display.

Excuse me while I moan.

I'll let Norm continue the story.

If only...

If only I'd moved here forty years ago. OK, there was no Dionysus and Celeste wasn't born, but you get the idea. It truly is paradise. Everything a man could want.

Including all five of us in the bed pretty often.

First, let me address why the kids are with us. It's not a secret and it isn't even all that much drama. They're dad is my son. He and his wife were just terrible parents. Just bad. Not evil or abusive. Just bad. They were barely able to take care of themselves. In fact, Sadie was the only adult in the house, although perhaps that applies to Landin and Kelly as well. It does now.

One day they left the kids with us so they could go on vacation and never came and got them. For a while they kept saying "soon", but soon got longer and then soon never happened. The kids are surprisingly philosophical about it. They knew their situation was a mess and even in Florida, before our world got more exciting, they knew living with us was the right choice. The person that amazes me the most is Celeste. She is their grandma, if not their mother, in every way. The word step isn't in our vocabulary. When Sadie broke up with her first boyfriend, did she come to me? Fuck no. She went to Celeste. When Kelly felt like she was ready to lose her virginity, did she talk to me? Well yes, because Kelly is a planner, but she talked to Celeste first. She also talked to Sadie. Then she talked to me.

She was 7 at the time and I didn't want all the details, but I knew who she would lose it to.

Landin.

They're pretty freaking close. Even closer now.

Soulmates. They know it, but like the idea of a quad. As they put it, a couple more cocks.

Kelly for the win.

OK, Landin for the win. I admit, the gender fluid thing is intriguing.

"Grandpa," said Landin, who just walked into the room. "I got you a present."

He handed me a box and I opened it. After opening the tissue paper inside, I saw what it was.

The same knit dress. In a very pale yellow. I looked at the size.

About one size too small. Perfect.

I slipped it over my head and let it fall down. No I didn't need to undress first. This is Eros. Who wears clothes?

Apparently I do and I need to find a mirror. Landin took my hand and led me down the hall and into the master bedroom and then the dressing area. Right to a mirror.

He then dragged me over and had me sit at the makeup table. First he styled my hair and put a small yellow daisy in my hair on a small yellow bow. Then he very carefully shaved me with a straight razor. My face has never been as smooth. Then he lifted my dress and did the same level of cleanup everywhere.

He made me turn away from the mirror and started working on me with cosmetics. Finally he declared it complete and spun me to look at the mirror.

Right when Celeste walked into the dressing room. She froze while staring right at me. I kept it silent for a bit and there it was.

The moan.

The dress didn't last another minute. Celeste simply tore it off, then tore off Landin's.

She was an animal. We both were used up in truly imaginative ways. Let's just say if there is a spot to squish on any of the three of us, it's squishing.

Gloriously.

That's when Landin pulled out two more boxes.

Identical dresses for each of us.

"It was predictable," said Landin. He has a point.

We're heading over to dinner at Buck's house. I'm wearing the dress. Landin is wearing his. I am wearing a collar that is attached to a leash. So is Landin.

Kelly is holding both leashes.

We're forced to follow her cute little ass.

Her naked cute little ass. The only two with clothes on are Landin and me.

I doubt this dress will last either.

Friends over for dinner

We're having friends over for dinner. I know Amy introduced them in the journal. Norm and his family. I've known Norm for close to forty years. We worked together at a little software company. He was the head of Product Management. I was the lead technical architect.

He introduced me to man sex for the first time. We enjoyed it but it was never a huge part of our lives. I know I might have left the impression I was new to it. I don't know why. I've since told the story to everyone's amusement. With Norm's permission, of course.

Their entire family is coming.

Mine too. Mags, Jade, Sapphire, and me. Buck.

Pretty confident on that whole Sapphire is our fourth thing, but we're not rushing it. We do have a cock imbalance, so we invite a lot of our friends over with cocks.

OK, all our friends, but we all like cock, right?

We suggested that each kid invite a friend. OK, kid doesn't really apply, so we all invited a friend. My friend was Norm and his family.

I didn't get away with that.

I invited Clay.

Mags invited Orlando.

Jade invited Luke.

Sapphire invited Bob. She's a bold little thing. Then again, Bob loves Sapphire. To be honest, Bob loves everyone. But you can tell there is a spot in his heart for Sapphire.

Isn't that sweet?

That made the party a bit bigger because invites include your significant other. Clay brought Cindy. Orlando brought Grace and Valeria. Luke brought Cassie plus Nicolo and Nova. I think there is something there quad-wise. Bob brought Amy, Pari, and Rylee.

It's a little bigger party and that's awesome. Just burgers and chicken on the grill. It's almost lunch time. You know damn well the party will go all day.

Everyone is already here, except Norm and his family. He texted they were on their way. I do laugh because there is not one article of clothing in sight.

I stand corrected. Norm and his family just arrived. Norm and Landin are in gorgeous dresses. They flatter them.

I have never been more turned on.

"They turn you on, don't they?" said Mags, which squeezing my hand.

"Very much so," I said. She waved them over.

Kelly led them over. Mags whispered a bit to Kelly who smiled and nodded. She led the girls out to a big lounge. Mags took my hand and pulled me out, too.

Kelly pointed at Norm, who got on his knees and flipped up his dress. Sapphire walked up with a container of lube and got Norm prepared. She turned and stroked a bit of lube on my cock, too.

While giving me a passionate kiss.

Sapphire's kisses are amazing.

I got the drift and got on my knees and slid into Norm, but I stopped. I knew what was next. I felt fingers probe my ass. No way those are Sapphire's fingers. I turned around and they most definitely were not.

Apparently we invited Nick and Elena, too. Landin is not the rear of this train. Have you seen Nick? He's 13 and has an 11-inch (28 cm) cock.

Ohh! That just slid into my ass.

We all paused and Jade prepared Nick and then Landin slid in.

Now you're expecting a power fuck. I know you are.

We made love. Passionate and slow. Passionate and fast. It was amazing. Kelly still held their leashes and was the director. She was having us edge, too. Almost there and stop. Almost there and stop.

Finally there was no stopping us. Even Norm.

We all turned and just covered Kelly. Head to toe.

Like icing on a cake. Nick stood up, picked up Kelly, and laid her onto the lounge. There wasn't even a wet spot.

It is all on Kelly.

Jade climbed up her body. Jade was a cat in another life. I just know it. She licked and kissed, licked, and kissed.

Everybody got a kiss.

It was a lot of cum.

"I love the dress," I said to Norm.

"It feels so damn sexy," said Norm. "Every movement rubs the soft fabric against my cock."

That's when Landin handed me a box.

The palest of blue. So sheer.

Norm was right. I might never wear anything else.

Then again, wearing clothes at all is pretty rare.

About watching

Amy again. I thought I'd share the story about Jessica telling us it was OK to watch. Maybe announcing it was OK to watch is better. We always kind of liked it, but with the youngest kids, we were not sure.

Jessica noticed that hesitancy one day. Her eye roll was impressive.

So she jumped up on the end table and let out a whistle.

Honestly, I was expecting her to call an age-appropriate gangbang, but that's not why she was up there.

"OK," she said, with everyone looking. Given she is naked, we're not averse to looking. Just confused about it.

"I'm tired of this entire conversation about whether you should watch people like Bill and me fuck. The answer is clearly yes you should. For one, most of you will learn things," said Jessica.

"You sure about that?" I said. After all, I'm, you know, Amy.

She looked me dead in the eye.

"Absolutely sure," she said.

Oh.

Did I mention this soliloquy was when she was 3? Right after they started college.

Even we find this hard to believe.

"The entire foundation of this country is that kids benefit from sex," said Jessica. "We all agree on that and there are reasonable suspicions that Bill and I are not even human. Does everyone agree so far?"

Lots of nodding.

"Now, we recognize, with disappointment, that there has to be rules. I also know that we get regular exceptions and even if we didn't ask for it, no one would be all that mad at us," said Jessica. "Bill and I are in college, after all. College kids fuck. But that's not even my point. If the foundation of our society is that sex is good, then why are you stigmatizing sex by feeling bad about watching us? You're not going to join in, even if you wish you could, because we do have those rules and, well, we wouldn't. If someone ever does, the penalties would be harsh, and I agree with that. But right now, I'm going to go lie on that lounge and you should all gather around because it will truly be a learning experience."

Was she?

"I declare an age-appropriate gangbang!" she shouted.

Oh joy.

Then she looked at me and raised her eyebrow. Just the left one. I laughed and nodded.

The gangbang kind of requires an exception. She squealed, just a little, and jumped down. She made a beeline for Orlando and Grace and took a hand from each and damn near dragged them over to the big lounge.

Remember, this was when Orlando and Grace were both still under 18.

The show they put on was spectacular. Orlando and Grace are amazing lovers, but throughout the experience, Jessica gave gentle pointers.

They were all great ideas.

Jessica wasn't finished. After all, this was a gangbang.

I knew she'd need the cream, so I got a jar and handed it to Bill. He laughed and went over and liberally applied it to Jessica.

As in she had three screaming orgasms.

Then he slid up and in.

Bob and I are amazing together. Bob and Pari are amazing together.

We will never have the bond that Jessica and Bill have. It is almost like they merge into one person briefly.

"I think we might actually be doing that," said Jessica. "Just during our orgasm."

Oh.

Jessica set a new personal best that night. She was pretty amped up.

We'll just leave it that I'm going to have to try harder in my next gangbang.

My first day on the job

My name is Celeste. It is my first day at my new job. Technically tomorrow is, but I wanted to just walk around the casino before anyone knows who I am. I wanted to fit in, which means dressing appropriately.

I'm naked.

I fit right in. I walked into the casino and the difference between this casino, and most is palpable. First, it is quiet. Respectfully quiet. No loud buzzers and bells. A lot of people, so not silent, but not as bad as I expected. There's also no smoke smell. No one smokes. That's the entire sentence. No one smokes. It is illegal in Dionysus. No smoking. No PowerPoint. Probably some more, but I'm not aware of them.

The last thing I quickly noticed was the ages of the people. There is no minimum age to gamble. I walked over to the No Limit craps table. It's full. Four of what I would call adults, at least in my old world. One young man who is in the 12-year-old range. I would later find out he is a Wing Commander in the Air Force. Geraldo. Who actually is 12 and a full Colonel.

Still takes a little getting used to.

But not as much as the girl sitting next to him. She is small. Really small. Asian.

And has a simply huge stack of chips in front of her. She's chatting with Geraldo. She saw me watching and laughed.

"I started with $10," she said. She has to have at least a million in front of her.

I think my jaw dropped and she laughed again.

"Kidding," she said. "Although I did start with 10 grand and I'm at a million two now."

"May I politely ask how old you are?" I said and she laughed again.

"14," she said. "I'm just small."

She held it longer than I would have. Then she and Geraldo laughed.

"We haven't met yet," she said. "But you've met my parents and grandparents. Welcome to the casino. We all hear amazing things about you."

OK, that might have been even more confusing. This little girl knows me?

And is laughing again.

"Leslie, Hunter, and Hallie are my parents," she said. "My name is Tia. Bob, Amy, Pari, and Rylee are my grandparents."

"Rylee?" I said and she laughed again.

"Yeah," she said. "They'll get there."

"I see it," I said. "I hadn't realized it, but I see it."

"Everyone does," said Geraldo. "Even they do. It will just take time."

"Oh, and I'm 3," said Tia.

Of course she is.

She hopped up and got a bucket for her chips. She handed the dealer two chips.

"Did you just give her $200K in chips?" I asked.

"Yes she did," said the dealer. "We love it when Tia plays."

"Do you remember who my grandparents are?" said Tia. "Not going to break our budget."

"Want to go to the wrestling room?" said Geraldo to Tia. She laughed, probably from my expression.

Then she kissed Geraldo.

I learned eleven new things.

Eleven.

And I've already been spending time at Bob, Amy, and Pari's. And Rylee's.

Yeah, I see it.

"Nice to meet you," said Tia. "I'm sure I'll see you around. I'll share some pointers."

She and Geraldo ran off, holding hands, and laughing.

The thing is that I can't wait to hear her pointers. They'll be good.

You just know it.

I can tell I am going to love this job.

I wandered over to the craps table. The shooter is a very small Black man. Who has well over $5 million in chips.

On the bet.

His stack of chips he's not betting is north of $50 million. He saw me and smiled. He held up a finger in the universal wait please symbol.

This is Dionysus. The please is implied.

Then he pushed all of his money onto the come line. He already had $5 million or so.

Now it is closer to $55 million.

The crowd is going a little crazy. That's when Tia walked over and stood next to him. He held open his hand and she laughed and blew on the dice.

And he rolled a winner. You could just tell he knew he would. Not hoped. Knew.

That got me a smile from him.

I was still vibrating when he walked over.

"One sec," he said. He walked over and handed a marker to the croupier.

"Was that a million dollars?" I asked and he just smiled and nodded.

"He did just win $55 million," said Tia.

Point taken.

"I'd like to introduce my brother Jax," said Tia. Jax held out his hand. He has a nice firm handshake.

"Yes," said Jax. "Why wouldn't I?"

Still getting used to that.

"No reason," I said. "It wasn't an age reference. Way too many people don't know how to properly do a handshake."

"OK then," laughed Jax.

"You knew you'd win, didn't you?" I said. "You weren't just hoping you would."

Jax looked at Tia and she laughed.

"Might as well," said Tia. "Nothing she can do short of banning us and given no one gives a shit how much money we win, I don't see a point in that."

"What do you mean no one gives a shit?" I said, ignoring the profanity.

"I could buy France," said Tia. "And the next day add Germany and Scotland. And add a new country every day until I got bored."

"That can't be true," I said, and they both laughed.

"Newcomer!" they both shouted. Then they both shouted jinx, over and over, matching each other until Tia laughed and didn't say it the last time.

"That is going to be amazing to pay off," said Tia. "We'll go to Nibiru. Have you been to Nibiru yet, Celeste?"

"Not sure what Nibiru is, so I'll say no," I said.

"OK," said Tia. "Your next day off, we'll take you and your family to Nibiru. When is that?"

"For some reason I have this weekend off," I said. "Weird for a casino boss."

"Not that weird," said Jax. "You have an amazing team."

"Come on, bro," said Tia, taking his hand. "Geraldo is waiting for us."

"The middle of a train," said Jax, as they ran off together.

Oh my.

I walked into the high stakes poker room and over to a table. Three men and one small young woman. Like 7-years-old small. The largest pile of chips, by a huge margin, is in front of her. She's got a huge smile on her face. The three men look worried.

"Time to go all in boys," she said, pushing the entire stack into the middle. I walked over to the security area and checked the monitor that could see her cards.

The men all folded.

She had absolutely nothing. Jack high. Literally that's it. She couldn't have even opened.

The young woman stood up and flipped a million dollar marker to the dealer and one to each of the men. Their eyes got big.

"You never had a chance," she said, as she walked away. I moved to intercept her.

"Hi," I said. "My name is Celeste. I'm the new VP of Operations here."

"Nice to meet you, Celeste," she said. "My name is Nan. I live over on Prometheus. I'm a professor at DAU."

She laughed.

"I get that look a lot," she said. "But I really am."

Holy shit. Nan.

"Well," I said. "Given the two Nobels, I can believe it," I said. She laughed again.

"I suppose that could be a giveaway," said Nan.

"Am I going to meet interesting young people like you and Tia all evening?" I asked. She smiled and took my arm and turned me a bit. Baccarat.

Princess Jessica and Prince Bill, at separate tables.

Killing it.

I'm inviting our kids tomorrow.

"Oh, they'll love it," said Nan. "Have you been to the wrestling theme rooms yet?"

No, no I have not.

"Well I'm too young, but we'll find you someone fun," said Nan. She took my hand and started to lead me away.

"I can't," I said. "I'm working."

Nan laughed.

"There are always breaks for sex," said Nan. "Always."

That last word was in a surprisingly deep voice.

We walked into a part of the casino I hadn't seen yet.

"So what have you always wanted to try and never had the opportunity?" said Nan. "I'm partial to the BDSM room."

Nan is, somehow, now wearing crotchless panties and holding a crop.

Let's just say my break was exceptional.

I like this job.

Wrap this up

Back to me. Amy. I know this is real because I live it, but Buck and Norm will always make me laugh.

And cum.

Repeatedly.

They're fun together.

Congress again

Our family in front of Congress again. Who would have thought? Do they not get it yet?

Apparently not.

This is Leslie, but it is really Tia's story. She went and bought something and the US Government, with a big G, is once again apoplectic.

And they sold it to her. OK, she might have used a shell company or two and let them believe that she was going to scrap it, but, OK, yeah, she did that.

Pretty slick for a 3-year-old. We talked about how to handle it. The subpoena was actually published with an unnamed buyer representing the Nimitz Acquisition Company headquartered in Santa Monica, California. The funny thing is that she wasn't that opaque. She's listed as the CEO of the acquisition corporation. It feels like age discrimination. Doesn't the average 3-year-old buy toys?

In case you don't know, the USS Nimitz is a nuclear aircraft carrier that the US is retiring and selling for scrap.

I am not sure where Tia is planning on using her new toy. A nuclear-powered aircraft carrier. What she had used was Lanny, an attorney in California, to setup the corporation.

Lanny is great fun, although my suspicion is that Tia enjoys Lanny's brother, Trevar, more. Trevar is 10.

Although the two of them together.

That would be a tangent. Maybe later.

Ah. Tia wants the pen. She insists this is her story and she's dealing with it herself. OK, girl, all yours.

I've never landed on an aircraft carrier

I never have and I want to. I approached all the navies in the world that have aircraft carriers and none would let me. I tried money. Almost got there with some, but not all the way, and if I am landing on an aircraft carrier, a Nimitz class felt like a good goal. I did some homework and learned that the US was scrapping the first. The USS Nimitz. They were looking for proposals from companies with a particular emphasis on how the nuclear core would be retrieved and the process of disposal.

My proposal included a partnership with the country of Dionysus and the entire nuclear reactor would be launched into the Sun. I am confident no other bidder had a solution quite as simple.

So I won. I also overbid. The combination of the two was unbeatable.

Then someone snitched. I don't know who, but I know it wasn't on our side. There were only three people aware of my bid.

Lanny, who helped me do the research and write it. After all, she is an attorney.

The other person was Lawrence. I needed a plan to, you know, launch the reactor into the Sun and also to replace it with ion power. As it turns out, that was pretty simple. Once the reactor was decommissioned, we would attach a small jump portal to it, and it would jump itself into the Sun.

OK, there are two of them, so they would launch themselves into the Sun. Combined they only generate 194 megawatts.

That fits into a two-slice toaster with ion-power. Yes, we use toasters as a reference. I have no idea why.

We decided to use two, just to be safe. The entire time of decommission, disposal, and replacement? 90 minutes.

We didn't put that in our proposal. It felt unbelievable. We didn't put anything in our proposal about the ion repowering. You see the Request for Proposal, or RFP, was poorly written. It required disposal of the reactors but failed to require that the ship actually be scrapped. They either missed it, which I suspect, or they were allowing for it to be towed somewhere and converted to a museum. They did not anticipate it remaining a working aircraft carrier, given destroying the nuclear reactors was required.

I suppose you are wondering why I want an aircraft carrier. I mentioned in an earlier entry with Beatrisa that we use the antique planes as part of our amusement parks. All the kids can fly just about anything. We do dog fights and bombing runs and just enjoy the hell out of flying those old planes. For fun.

It is a logical extension to launch and land on an aircraft carrier. Or at least it is to me.

So let me walk you through what has happened so far. We took possession of the ship at the Coronado Naval Station in San Diego. We did not include me. Let's not draw attention. Lawrence and Lanny did.

Lanny's tits scream older. Sucking on Lanny's tits makes her scream.

Do you see what I did there?

OK, I'll let there be a little tangent. Lanny said she'd tell it since I wasn't there.

Lawrence is a hunk

Let's just establish that right up front. Lawrence is a freaking hunk. How do I know? Well, we just got into San Diego and met at the house next to the Hotel Del. Unfortunately, OK fortunately, the house was pretty full and there was only one Queen size bed available.

Oh no, I will have to share with Lawrence the hunk. Lawrence got in pretty late, so I met him at the house, and we went right to bed.

Do not confuse that with right to sleep.

Should I mention the hunk thing again? Our world is fun. Yes, Lawrence is in a relationship with Aja. I am in a relationship with Trevar. Both are waiting to hear the stories. Not of the aircraft carrier. Of Lawrence and me in bed. We like stories.

It's late, so I won't go into all the details, but Lawrence is a hunk that can go seven times.

Seven. OK, the last two had assists from spatulas, but hey, we enjoyed it. Lawrence is also a talented pussy licker. A very talented pussy licker.

Then it got a little crazier. You see, our Queen bed is in a room with another Queen bed. It is occupied by Darian and Dion, two well-endowed 16-year-old identical twins.

(7 * 3) - (3 * 2) = 15.

Why did I do math, complete with parentheses?

Each had seven cums. Each fucked both other guys once. I could have done (7-2) * 3 and gotten the same result.

Fifteen cums for me.

It was a late night.

15/3 = 5.

Why more math? Because I have three places to put a cock. Probably more, but three we used. Five in each. Front, back, mouth.

I had a nice time.

Pretty sure they did, too. A favorite was fucking my tits. On the upstroke they're all long enough to slide into my mouth.

Now you're imagining it. Good for you.

Thankfully, our appointment at the Naval Air station wasn't until 1300.

I'll leave the rest of our night to your imagination but will say that each of the cums they had for each other involved a train with me at the front.

I liked it.

We got to the guard gate and surprisingly didn't have any issues. It was established as a hand-off, so they just thought we'd accept delivery and bring in a crew.

Um, no.

Honestly, there is no real reason for me to be here. Lawrence could have done it alone. I will refer you to the earlier section as an explanation.

OK, I am officially the representative of the buyer.

The only person remaining on the ship was the captain, who was really nice. I think he expected a larger group, but after the handoff, he left the ship. I am sure he thought more people would be arriving. I guess technically they would if you count Tia.

Who landed her S-88 on the flight deck just as he stepped onto the dock.

That caused a bit of consternation. An entire Navy crew, with guns out, came running down the dock. We anticipated this, so I am standing at the bottom of the gangplank. Still technically on our property.

"Move!" shouted the man in the lead, who then tried to knock me over.

That did not go well for him.

He bounced right off and had chosen an unfortunate angle.

He fell into the water.

I just stood there and smiled. Looking all cute and shit. Hey, I'm wearing appropriate khaki shorts and a Dionysus polo. OK, the polo is a little small and it is white, so, well, you get the idea. About half the crew is staring at my tits.

Understandably so.

The other half is looking over the side at their leader treading water.

"You might want to throw him a rope," I suggested. That seemed to galvanize them, and they did just that and pulled him up onto the dock. He immediately came over and started yelling at me to move.

OK, I laughed. He's dripping wet. He looks like a wet puppy.

"Not moving," I said. "Not your ship anymore. You have no right to set foot without permission and I do not give permission."

I tapped by one-star over my left breast. Now they're all staring at just my left breast. Hey, I'm horny still. My nipples just popped out.

I don't think that helped. Oh, yes, I'm a commissioned officer. They don't just hand them out. I'm a Zeta team lead and trainer. I earned this star.

I have skills. OK, you're imagining me naked with Lawrence's cock between my tits and sliding in my mouth.

Maybe you weren't, but you're welcome.

Just then a golf cart pulled up and the same Captain got out. Somehow he's missed my star because his eyes got big, and he snapped to attention and saluted.

"We don't salute," I said. "Now, if you want a hug, we do that."

He is clearly conflicted. I am pretty sure he wants the hug. I took a step back.

"If you step onto the gangplank, you are now legally in the country of Dionysus where that hug would be entirely appropriate," I said. "And a cordial way to welcome an ally."

He walked over in a trance.

He hugs well. He's also endowed. No, I'm not going there.

Darn it.

He finally stepped off the gangplank and turned to face the dripping wet dude.

"This ship no longer belongs to the United States," he said. "It will be towed away soon. I respect your actions, but please share the word that they were unnecessary."

Just then there was an ear wrenching whistle from the ship. We all turned and there is Tia at the top of the gangplank waving. She's wearing essentially the same outfit I am, but with two stars.

"Is that a uniformed toddler?" said one of the security team.

"That is the pilot of the aircraft that landed on the deck and a two-star in our Air Force," I said, with some indignation. Hey, we practice it.

"Oh my God," said the guy. "I'm sorry. It must be the angle. She looked small." That's when Tia started walking down the gangplank and stood beside me.

The guy just looked at me and raised his eyebrows.

"Hi," she said. "I'm Tia. I'm currently the captain of this vessel."

Of course she is. Makes sense though. She's the senior officer on board.

"Your country is confusing," said the captain. The US Navy dude.

"Yeah," said Tia. "We are. We get that. Is there a problem?"

"No problem," said dripping wet dude. With that, they all left, and we walked back up onto the ship.

"Why was he wet?" asked Tia.

"Long story," I said, and she laughed and let it drop. We wandered through the corridors and found Lawrence in the room with the reactors.

"All set," he said. With that he pushed a button and now we're in a room without the reactors.

"That was cool," said Tia. Lawrence is just beaming. "I will reward you on my ninth birthday."

OK, Lawrence and I both moaned.

"Why did you moan?" said Lawrence. "You're not 18 yet."

"You moaned in anticipation," I said. "I moaned from experience."

OK, all three of us moaned that time.

Lawrence went over to a small roller suitcase that he brought and opened it. He took out two cubes and handed one to Tia. They both went to where a reactor used to be and set the box down. In less than a minute, they had them connected.

"OK," said Lawrence. "We're ready to go."

"That's it?" I asked. Lawrence is so happy. He just nodded joyfully.

"Feels like that deserves a blowjob," said Tia, pointedly looking at Lawrence's cock. I guess all this excited him.

"Seems fair," I said. I walked over and unzipped his pants. He's wearing pants! I pulled them down and out popped his cock.

I put all my effort into that blowjob. It was a lot of cum. The rules had recently been relaxed about cum, so I did what anyone would have done.

I kissed it to Tia. It was quite a kiss. We both ended up with a lot of cum to swallow.

A nice outcum.

Yes, overused, but still gets you a stellar Bob fuck. You know it should be Bob fuck. It deserves the italics.

A lot.

Lawrence rearranged himself and smiled.

"Thank you," he said. We're a polite society.

"We need to have the inspection and we're good to go," said Lawrence. Ah yes, the US Navy has to inspect that the reactors had been removed before we can move the ship. We all trooped up to the top again. It is a big freaking ship and horribly laid out. Lawrence pulled out his phone and had a spirited conversation with whomever was on the other end. They finally said someone would be over in 30 minutes.

What to do, what to do. Take a tour of the ship?

Sure. We went up to the bridge.

90 seconds down.

Did I mention Lawrence's recuperative powers? What we didn't anticipate was them being early and not asking if they could board. Two techs walked onto the bridge while Lawrence had me bent over the captain's chair and was just pounding me. I don't think that confused them nearly as much as the fact that Tia was giving us suggestions.

Good suggestions.

Come on. We didn't stop. I am squish squish though.

"I'll clean you out after they leave," said Tia.

I look forward to it.

We did laugh because they're in full radiation suits. They look hot and uncomfortable. They're carrying Geiger counters, too.

Go for it, guys. We couldn't tell anything about them since they were so covered up. We walked off the bridge and Tia led the way to the reactor space.

"How are you so confident about where we're going?" I asked, of Tia.

"I memorized the layout," she said. "After all, I'm the Captain."

Point taken.

We got into the room, and you could tell they were confused. Body language. Not facial expressions.

Pretty covered up there.

They waved their Geiger counters around and not a peep.

So they shucked their suits. Dayum and yes that is spelled right.

Two Ensigns. One man. One woman. Both smoking. Hey, we notice these things.

"Where are they?" said the woman. "Oh, wait. I'm Izabella and he's Luciano. It felt like introductions were in order."

That's about when they noticed my star. Over my tit. For some reason they noticed mine before Lawrence or Tia.

OK, Tia doesn't have anything going on and isn't exactly at eye level. But they just shot to attention.

"At ease," said Tia. Their eyes moved but they stayed at attention. It was Izabella that dropped out first which caused Luciano to raise his eyebrows. Izabella just tapped her own left breast and pointed at Tia. OK, that made her breast jiggle a little. Which we all liked.

He clearly did, too.

Clearly. Get it? OK, it might be my tits, too. Unfettered with a bra.

Yes, someone is rewarding me for unfettered.

"Back to the question," said Izabella. "Where are the reactors?"

"They burned up in the core of the sun earlier," said Lawrence. That's Lawrence. Just say the minimum and grin a lot.

Tia just rolled her eyes.

"Lawrence used our interstellar technology to jump them into the sun," said Tia. Not sure that helped a lot, but it helped.

"And what are those?" said Luciano, pointing at the toasters. OK, not toasters, but you get the point.

"Ion power generators," said Tia. "475 Megawatts."

"Each," added Lawrence. "Two for redundancy. We only need one to power the ship."

"Power the ship," said Izabella. "We were told you would tow it away."

"Why would we do that?" said Tia. "The ship is perfectly fine. We just didn't need old school reactors. That shits dangerous."

>From the mouth of the 3-year-old.

"You know that's going to cause a furor," said Izabella. Hell, I'd reward her for furor.

"Why?" asked Tia.

"Because your contract includes disposal of all the armament too," said Izabella. "On a derelict ship that is being towed, no one worries that much. On an aircraft carrier that is fully functional? They'll care."

"Well they better care soon," said Tia. "Because as soon as you leave the ship, we're getting underway."

"Where's your crew?" said Luciano.

"Just us," said Tia. She held up her phone. "We control it from an app."

"You control a US warship with an app," said Luciano.

You could see it in her eyes. Tia regretted saying that. You see, Lawrence didn't do anything to allow Tia to navigate this ship with the app.

We can take over them all. The entire US Navy.

Rylee and Colby. As they put it, when the shit hits the fan, they want to be able to deescalate.

Oh, we all rewarded them for deescalate.

"We can't allow that!" said Luciano, with some verve. OK, verve probably doesn't qualify, but come on, verve.

"The ship leaves the moment I hit the bridge," said Tia. "Your choice on whether you are still on it."

Then she walked away. At speed. OK, not all that fast.

"My legs are short!" thought Tia, to me.

"Sorry about that," thought Tia, clearly to both Lawrence and me. "That's going to create some shit."

Luciano and Izabella damn near ran the other way. Getting off the ship I suspect. Too bad. They're cute.

Darn it.

We got onto the bridge and could see that Izabella and Luciano just got to the dock.

"Alexa, raise gangplank," said Tia, to her phone. Seriously? The USS Nimitz is now control by Alexa. Lawrence just shrugged. The gangplank just cleared the dock when an entire group of cars screamed up.

Bad timing folks.

"We're going to have to throw the dock lines off manually," said Tia. "We'll automate them later. Let's go. I'll take the front, Lawrence, you take the back, and Lanny, you take the middle. They're heavy as fuck, so you'll need your powers."

Nothing can go wrong there. We got down to the deck pretty quickly.

By flying down the staircase. Literally flying. The staircase is indoors. No one saw us. We jogged to docking points. I at least made the effort to look like I was lifting them. I could see Tia in the distance. She just stood next to hers while it lifted up and fell over the side. That's about when I felt the vibrations. I looked and Tia has her phone in her hand.

We're pulling away from the dock. The people on the dock appear to be freaking out.

Too late, folks.

That's when the helicopters arrived.

It just gets better. We are all on the bridge now. There is a helicopter hovering in front of us.

"Helicopter hovering over the Nimitz," said Tia. "You are encroaching on Dionysus air space. Move or prepare to be shot down."

Well nothing like a little escalation there Tia.

"This is a US warship and you're pirates," came the reply.

"We legally took possession of the ship," said Tia. "It is our property now. Any aggression will be considered an act of war."

"Which wouldn't really go well for the US," added Tia. "Can we please deescalate? Let us get offshore and we'll come to a stop and can all discuss this."

The helicopter didn't move.

"Fuck this," said Tia. She looked down at her tablet and I could see it. It looked like Flight Simulator.

"It kind of is," said Tia. "I'm just flying their helicopter."

Oh.

The helicopter took off, at speed.

"What the fuck!" came a voice over the radio.

"He's lucky I just didn't move it off the ship and disable the engines," said Tia, with some grit. "This is ridiculous."

"Hold up," said Lawrence. He pulled out his phone and dialed a number.

"Kyrsten," came the voice. Really? Wow.

"Kyrsten," said Lawrence. "Lawrence here. Your military is about to attack our aircraft carrier and it won't end well. You need to wave them off."

"Why would they attack a ship you're towing away?" said Kyrsten, clearly confused.

"Because we're not towing it away," said Lawrence. "We replaced the reactors with ion generators. We're under power."

"Oh," said Kyrsten. "We didn't count on that. You've got a lot of armament on that ship."

"Yes, we do," said Lawrence. "All of which is antiquated and none of which could do anything to us."

"There are nuclear tipped missiles," said Kyrsten. Yes, he's on speaker.

"My point stands," said Lawrence. "But you absolutely know that no one can dispose of those safely like we can. Call them off."

"I will," said Kyrsten. "But it will take time. What if they attack?"

"Then it might get ugly," said Lawrence, in a hard voice I have never heard from him. OK, bad situation, but that's sexy AF.

"It's my dom voice," thought Lawrence.

"You know you thought that to me too," said Kyrsten. Lawrence's sly smile makes me believe that yes, he knew that.

You dog.

"What do you suggest we do?" asked Tia.

"Is that Tia?" said Kyrsten.

"Yes," said Tia. "I am in command of the ship."

That sounds so ridiculous unless you know Tia.

Tia is amazing.

"OK, that's good," said Kyrsten.

Yes it is.

"Hold up," said Lawrence. "We have an S-88 on the deck. Turn on the shields. Expand them to cover the ship."

"That works," said Tia. "I'll color it, so they are aware it is there."

"Notice on all frequencies," said Tia. "The USS Nimitz is now protected by a force field. The field is visible. If you attempt to cross it, your aircraft will not survive. Please be careful until we can get this resolved."

"What can the hull and mechanics handle?" said Tia, to Lawrence. He looked thoughtful for a moment.

"Pretty overengineered," said Lawrence. "Certainly 60-70 knots would be safe."

"OK," said Tia. "Let's get to international waters."

"Alexa, set speed to 65 knots," said Tia.

We could feel the acceleration and finally it settled down to a steady state.

"What the hell," came a voice over the radio. "You're doing 65 knots!"

"And will be in international waters in nine minutes," said Tia. "Try not to do anything stupid right now."

So much for not doing anything stupid. We just detected a missile launch.

It got to about a half mile off the ship and exploded.

"What happened?" I asked.

"My plane shot it down," said Tia.

Of course it did.

"That was stupid," said Tia, into the radio. "Someone could get hurt. We already told you were going to stop. In fact, we're slowing now. If you want to send a security team, we'll allow them to land on the deck until this is resolved."

You could tell we were slowing and finally slowed to a stop, just as helicopter flew towards us. You could visibly see Tia turn off the force field. She's made it green. Kind of a pretty green.

They all jumped out and surrounded their helicopter, facing out, with guns drawn.

"Are they kidding?" said Tia, looking out the window. "Those popguns are useless."

"Not hurting anything, Tia," said Lawrence, in a dad voice. It made Tia laugh.

"So I can't use my powers to send the guns over the side?" said Tia, with a laugh.

"Powers?" said a voice from her phone.

"Just kidding, Kyrsten," said Tia. "The world likely all believes we have some magic powers."

"Cut the shit, Tia," said Kyrsten. "I have no doubt you do."

Tia just shrugged.

"I forgot she was on the phone," thought Tia. Yes, we controlled our laughter. Barely.

"Is there any reason for us to go down there?" I said. Tia and Lawrence shook their heads no.

"I'm getting surprising resistance in the chain of command," said Kyrsten. "I don't think they like you very much."

"Jealousy is a difficult emotion," said Tia.

OK, we all laughed, including Kyrsten.

"Seriously though," said Tia. "If your folks continue to attack us, it really is an act of war."

"Yeah," said Kyrsten. "And that wouldn't go well for us."

"It wouldn't," said Tia. "And I'm sorry about that. People will get hurt. Some might get killed."

"Any thoughts?" said Kyrsten.

The President of the United States just asked us for our thoughts.

"Yeah," said Tia. "I go public with my plans for the ship. We also publicly dispose of the nuclear weapons. We'll allow an inspection team on the ship."

"We want the same one," I said, jumping in quickly.

Hey they're cute.

"You'll allow another helicopter to land?" said Kyrsten.

"No," said Tia. "That's not working out too well. Let's get the one we have off the ship. Tell the inspectors that I'll send the S-88. I'll land it on the dock next to where this ship was."

"Who should they expect as the pilot?" said Kyrsten.

"No one," said Tia. "It will be empty. None of us are risking the stupidity of your military."

"You're sending an empty plane," said Kyrsten, with some clear disbelief.

"Come on," said Tia. "You know us. Of course it can fly autonomously. Duh."

"OK," said Kyrsten. "But I can't guarantee they'll get on."

"They will," said Tia. "They're hopeful that they get to have a little orgy with Lawrence and Lanny."

"That would be motivation for me," said Kyrsten. Good for you, Kyrsten.

That's a fun mental image, too.

"This is silly," said Tia. "We're missing the obvious solution."

OK, Lawrence and I are staring at her.

"Aja will be here shortly," said Tia. "We'll dock this in a Starship and jump."

Yeah, that will help.

Just then the sky darkened. Mostly because an enormous ship is directly in front of us. We're on an aircraft carrier that is the largest in the US fleet.

We're looking up, up, up at the side of the Starship. Just as a giant freaking door opened in the side of the ship. Tia grabbed her phone and we moved forward.

Into the Starship.

Sideways.

The door closed and the water started going down. I've read about this, but it sure is cool. You could feel us drop into the cradle and we saw the arms come across and latch us down.

We flew down to the dock. It is handy. I guess it is a dock. Inside a Starship. Aja was standing there waiting for us.

God, Lawrence and Aja love each other. Light of the sun in their smiles. We're now talking to Aja while she is just latched onto Lawrence, and he is holding her up by her cute little butt.

"Let's get out of here," said Tia. "Just jump us to orbit. I need to call Kyrsten back."

"Kyrsten," she said.

"It's her private cell," said Tia. "Few have the number." Of course Tia answered the question I did not yet ask.

And I am not surprised.

"Tia," she said, with a little laugh.

"What the fuck, Tia," said Kyrsten. "The ship just blinked out of existence."

"Yeah," said Tia. "Aja picked us up in a Starship."

"We didn't see any evidence of a Starship," said Kyrsten.

Tia just waited her out.

"Oh," said Kyrsten. "You can cloak an entire Starship. Wow. Then again, you have a Starship that can just absorb an aircraft carrier. There aren't going to be anymore wars on Earth, are there?"

"No," said Tia. "We won't let it happen."

"I'm close to getting this resolved," said Kyrsten. "Just stick tight. Where are you, by the way?"

"Not telling you," said Tia. "Oh, hell, it doesn't matter. We're in orbit."

"Of this planet?" asked Kyrsten, which made Tia laugh.

"Yeah," she said.

"OK," said Kyrsten. "Sit tight."

"We have plenty of things to do," said Tia, with a laugh.

Oh God.

Did I mention that Aja brought friends? Lots and lots of friends.

We might never leave orbit.

Yes, I'm testifying

Tia here. The ship is still off world. At the moment, it is on the giant lake on Nibiru. That's the simplest option. Just leave it there.

Congress subpoenaed us again. I'm catching up with Mom's kickoff of the chapter above. She asked me how I wanted to handle it.

By myself, of course. OK, not quite. I had to bring along my attorney, Lanny.

I'll see the sights in DC. Then we might leave our room.

Do you see what I did there?

The Armed Forces committee of Congress. Lanny and I are sitting at our table. I have to sit on some law books. It is embarrassing. I'm in my dress uniform. Lanny is in civilian clothes. Zeta trainer, remember?

Oh, my dress uniform is khaki pants and a polo, but we're an informal military.

Hey, long pants.

The committee members filed in and to a person kind of stared at us.

"What is this?" said one of the minority members. "This is disrespectful!"

They'll figure it out. We just sat there looking at them. As tempting as it was to just gaze lovingly at Lanny's tits. Which I did this morning. Before I sucked on them.

It was quite a morning.

Finally the chairwoman of the committee pounded her gavel and brought the meeting to order. You know how we feel about gavels. I'm a little tingly right now.

"Let's get this show on the road," she said. "May I ask you to please introduce yourselves."

"My name is Tia," I said. "I represent the kingdom and am the owner of the ship in question."

That caused lots of tittering. And yes, tittering will make it into Granddad's log. It might be a stretch, but he won't care. You know Granddad is Bob, right?

"Let's start there," said the Chairwoman. "How were you able to control the ship with your phone."

"Not something we're going to share," I said.

"So, you're taking the Fifth?" said the chairwoman. OK, we both giggled a little.

"No, ma'am," I said. "We just don't feel that sharing that information is the right choice."

"This is a Congressional committee!" she screeched.

This is sounding like every other story in front of Congress.

I'm heading a different direction and yes, with Mom's permission. Mom Leslie, that is.

"OK," I said. "I'll answer it. We can control any piece of military equipment in the world. You are already aware we controlled the ship and a helicopter."

"Helicopter?" said the chairwoman. "I'm not aware of a helicopter."

"Wow, then y'all weren't really paying attention very well," I said, which kind of pissed her off.

"That's just not possible," said the chairwoman.

"We've arranged a video feed," I said, pointing at a large TV at the side of the room. An aide turned on the TV and it is a video of Air Force One, in its hanger. There are a few people milling around and you can see chaos erupt. They're running around and clearly shouting.

Suddenly the plane starts backing out of the hanger, slowly. No one really notices that I am using my phone.

Who do you think is controlling it?

"This can't be real," said the chairwoman.

About then, the plane turns, and we have a view from the front.

Into the empty cockpit. The plane turns and you can see it head down the taxiway.

I turned audio on my phone, which played on the TV.

"Air Force One, you do not have permission to taxi," said the tower. "What the hell is going on?"

"Air Force One requesting immediate permission to take off," I said. "Please clear nearby airspace."

"What? Who the fuck is speaking? What the hell is going on?" said the tower. "Jim, clear airspace. Divert everything."

I think he's talking to someone in the background. Yes, I'm about to disrupt flight operations on the entire East coast.

And I don't give a shit. I just don't.

"I'm going to clear your airspace quickly," I said. "I'll do a straight shot out of the travel lanes and over the Atlantic and circle. Feel free to launch fighters to stay with me."

"Launch fighters," said the voice. "Do we shoot it down?"

"Not sure who you're asking," I said. "But we would prefer you not."

I focused on my phone for a moment. I know they keep the plane ready for immediate takeoff at all times. That's one of the reasons I chose this plane. Any other plane I risk it not being mechanically ready or fueled. I ran up the engines and took off.

"Where the hell is the video coming from?" said one of the committee members. I'm pretty focused, you know, flying a 747, so Lanny answered.

She held out her hand and one of our little drones appeared in her hand.

"We're using cloaked antigrav drones," said Lanny. Oddly, they seemed to accept that answer.

They're not going to like this next part. When you make a point, make it big.

The drones pulled back, giving a wider view of Air Force One and the two F-16s. One on each side. From the left flew in a C-112.

The scale is hard to understand until you see the body of the C-112 is wider than the wingspan of the 747.

That's meaningful.

The C-112 flew underneath the 747 and opened up the upper cargo doors.

Then it abruptly went straight up.

Swallowing the 747.

The doors closed and the C-112 blinked out of existence, leaving only the two F-16s.

I set down my phone and just looked at the committee.

"That was just CGI," scoffed another member.

"Tower," I said.

"Where is the plane?" came the response. "The pilots say it disappeared and it doesn't show anywhere on the planet!"

He's screaming a bit now. The tracking devices on Air Force One are better now, for obvious reasons. The trackers actually use our tech.

"There's a hidden menu," I said. I gave him a series of commands.

"That changed the scale to light-years!" came the squeal. "It says Air Force One is 472 light-years away."

"Yes, it does," I said. "Because it is."

Just then the video changed. The C-112 is on the ground. The bay doors are open. You can see Air Force One inside. The drone shifts and you can see Mom, just standing there with a wry smile on her face.

Behind her you can see both suns.

No, not Nibiru.

If she was on Nibiru, she'd be naked.

As glorious as that would be.

"What the fuck!" said the chairwoman.

"We'll bring it back," I said. "But you need to understand that what we can do is generations beyond you. You should be happy that we believe in doing good for the world. We're going to speed that up. You're going to deal with big issues like climate change, discrimination, and income inequality. You're going to do that soon. Very soon. We are in a position to force that outcome. We would prefer not to do so. But we won't wait much longer. As you can see, we can evacuate when this planet dies. Can you?"

Now they're just staring at me. It was bold. It was more aggressive than we have ever been.

I am 3. I was chosen to deliver the message to soften it. In hindsight, that was backwards. It made the response worse. The fact that I could steal Air Force One, at 3, seemed to overwhelm them a bit.

"Arrest her!" said the chairwoman.

"For what?" I said. "You insisted we could not control anything. If we can't, what did I do wrong?"

That appears to stump her.

Good grief.

An aide walked up and handed her something.

"All of our ships and planes are withdrawing from forward bases," she said, in a tone approaching a screech.

"Yes," I said. "You're not the world's police anymore. It is time for you to stand down."

"You can't do that!" she said.

"Apparently we can," I said.

"And by the way," I said. "The only reason I bought the USS Nimitz is to add it to our kid's amusement park. We want to do landings and takeoffs. It is literally a toy to us."

Well it is.

The screen changed to a long shot of the Nimitz, floating on the lake, with Nibiru's two suns in the background. Someone on the ship is waving. I didn't zoom in.

Too bad. You know they're naked.

I just shut up at that point. They're all talking amongst themselves. The room quietly quickly though.

When Kyrsten walked in and walked over to me.

"This was a bad idea, Tia," said Kyrsten, while standing in front of me.

"You can't possibly think I did any of this without the approval of the council," I said. That set her back a bit.

"Why?" she said.

"Because you're arrogant pricks. You waste $700 billion a year on a military force that a 3-year-old girl just blew a metaphorical hole through. You have kids that are starving. You have people dying of preventable diseases. You're literally killing the planet. We're fucking tired of you and the countries like you," I said. "We're not going to stage a coup and take over, although I'd be willing to bet that public opinion would be on our side. What we are going to do is make suggestions and you're going to be freaking smart enough to accept them."

"You just can't," said Kyrsten.

Just then the lights went out in the room.

"Apparently we can," I said.

Then the lights went back on.

"Was that a demonstration?" asked Kyrsten.

I just waited her out.

"What do you want?" asked Kyrsten.

"This isn't a hostage situation. This isn't a negotiation. We're not going to take over. We're not even going to do much more than strongly suggest that you change your ways. You're not toddlers that need decisions made for you. You're more like preteens that need to learn their way in an unfamiliar world. Start focusing on legislation that benefits everyone. We're watching."

With that, Lanny and I got up and left.

We walked right out the front of the door of the Capitol and right there on the Capitol Mall was my S-88. People were all standing around it and staring. Lanny and I walked towards it and the door opened and the stairs folded down.

We walked on board and sat in the pilots' seats. I'm on the left. The doors closed. People are staring in the front windscreen. I am sure they were startled.

When we popped out of existence.

At the same time, the C-112 popped into existence at Andrews Air Force base. The video was fun. There are no pilots. The doors opened and the 747 floated up and out and gently floated down to the taxi way. The doors closed and then the C-112 blinked out.

There was a lot of speculation of how the 747 floated. All of it wrong.

Just a focused antigrav beam, ma'am.

Where did we go?

Nibiru.

Naked.

No, not just Lanny and me. The entire council. We decided to stay off world for a couple weeks.

It. was. awesome.

And landing and taking off from an aircraft carrier is fun. We did dispose of the nuclear weapons, just into a different sun. We kept all the conventional weapons.

We're going to blow some shit up.

Email me. Comments, ideas, and suggestions welcome

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