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Crazy. I wrote one story. An entire story. A guy adopts his nieces and nephew. There was no chapter two. It was the first story I have ever written.

Chapter 200.

I know everyone in this story so well. I can picture them all. I know their personalities. Their quirks. Their likes and dislikes. Their history and their future.

It is a bit addictive for me.

Hopefully a few people are still reading along.

There are 788,280 words in the Bible. Both testaments.

There are 1,084,170 words in the Harry Potter series. I guess I'd be up to movie 18 or so. I would enjoy these movies.

I might be a bit carried away. I haven't aged them in a long time, for a reason, but maybe another year. Nan would still be just 8. Jessica and Bill would be 6.

So much more opportunity.

Even if it is just me really reading it! If you are reading it, drop me a note. I'd love to know.

The World's Artwork

Leave it to the art world to have a fancy world for selling. Deaccessioning.

I like art. I have been to every major art museum in the world. Most of them more than once. One of my favorites is the Zeitz Museum of Contemporary Art Africa in Cape Town. Incredible exhibitions of art from Africa. Another favorite is the Museum Egyptian Antiquities in Cairo. One of my favorites doesn't get all the attention that the other museum in Paris does, but the Musée D'Orsay is cool, too. Some are a little more obscure like the National WWII Museum in New Orleans.

How do I know about all these amazing museums? Mostly word of mouth in the art scene.

Who am I kidding? I googled best museums in the world and started going to them. I guess I should mention this is Orlando. Grace likes museums but Grace doesn't like museums. I tend to get lost in the art and can spend an entire day, or an entire week, in one. Grace encourages it and makes sure that I find someone as interested and fun as she is. Well, close. No one is as interesting and fun as she is.

Which just got me a kiss, which was wonderful. I didn't write the sentence to get the kiss. The kiss was a nice byproduct of a factual statement.

Which appears to have escalated the situation, because I am typing this with my thumbs while Grace is bouncing on my cock. Why am I concentrating on this while Grace is bouncing on my cock?

Good question. I'll be back. Not right back. It will be a few hours.

Let me tell you it was spectacular, athletic, and explosive.

Every time.

Valeria joined us. So did Camila.

So why did I start this with a vocabulary lesson? Because museums are running out of money. Their funds are drying up. They have debts they cannot manage. They're in trouble.

And they can't sell art to fix the problem. You see, the Association of Art Museum Directors, or AAMD, has rules on deaccessioning and they're very strict. Essentially, you can only sell to buy more art and you can only sell to other museums that are open to the public. An admirable goal that creates a closed, and dying, ecosystem. It just does. Not enough money is coming in. It is purely economic. But I love art and one thing our family has is money. Now, the simple solution is to just donate copious amounts of money to major museums, but that doesn't solve the problem. It's the classic wrong answer to the problem. All that does is create monopolies of the largest museums, who would crush smaller museums. We could go crazy with the little museums, but how do we know which ones are professional enough to manage that? Not to be crude, but money changes people.

So we have a proposal for the association. I doubt they'll go for it, but it could solve the financial problems of a number of museums. I needed a sidekick. Someone with strong business knowledge, a love of art, and who is a badass.

You know I went for a strong young woman. I had a lot of choices. Mia and Valeria were obvious, because they love art and are frequent travelers with me. However, they're not well-known enough. Sophia, Morgan, or Chris. Maybe Leslie. All like a good art museum. All are powerful. None have the passion. Jessica does and that would probably have worked, but I went a little more mature and a little more adult.

And rich AF.

Yeah, yeah, family money and all that, but Rylee is rich in her own right. She was already rich before she and Dad bought up the business world. She is my number one traveling companion, too. Surely you remember her story of being in the Louvre and meeting Rilee. That's ended up going down a nice path. Rilee and Henry are as happy as can be.

So, off to St. Louis. Now, if you happen to know that the AAMD is in New York, St. Louis might surprise you. You see, the current chair of the board of trustees is Brent and he is the director of the St. Louis Museum of Art. Something must be going on in St. Louis, and we were lucky to find a room at an adorable bed and breakfast called the Fleur-de-Lys Mansion and only a few miles from the museum. We decided to come in a few days early and enjoy St. Louis. The park alone offered a lot. Today Cassiopeia and Phary are coming up and we're to play golf at the Forest Park course. Everything we were doing is in Forest Park. Tomorrow, Jessica, Bill, Nylah, and Colby were joining us, and we were doing the zoo. Jessica still loves zoos, even though she's all grown up at 5. Come on. You don't think of Jessica as a kid any more than she does.

We'd timed it with availability of rooms. Two tonight, so golf today, one more opened tomorrow night, so the zoo. The last day we were doing the science center and Nan and Tegan were joining us. That took us to five rooms, which is the entire BnB.

Which I might just buy if I like St. Louis. I looked for houses, but nothing is interesting.

Our meeting is actually tomorrow afternoon, after the zoo. There was an actual purpose to the trip.

Right now, Rylee and I are headed in. I admit check-in went entirely differently than I expected. You see, the Inn is owned by a couple, and their teenage daughter works for them. We weren't going to go crazy in their home. Oh, we'll fuck, a lot. Just not go crazy. Come on. Rylee. Hark back to the days of yore and remember the day we all met Rylee.

If you need to take a break to jack off, feel free.

Rylee and I walked in to check in and there was a young woman, early teens, behind the counter. We got a big smile, and it was special. The young woman was special. Just khaki shorts and a polo with their logo, but she is radiant. That healthy teen athlete look. Fit, brown hair in a ponytail, freshly scrubbed with no makeup.

Sexy AF. We can enjoy the view, can't we? After all, I'm here with another woman that is not my wife.

Then again, I'm also 18 and Rylee is 16. She is also destined to become my third mom. We all know it.

Hell, we love it.

We will still fuck. But you knew that.

"Welcome to our home," said the young woman. "It is not often we have guests of your prestige."

OK, Rylee and I both laughed.

"Cut the crap, Karianne," said Rylee. "We're just Rylee and Orlando."

"Sure," she said. "Just to confirm, all the guests you have coming this week are legal adults in Dionysus, correct?"

I wasn't sure where this was headed, but Rylee answered.

"Yes, of course," said Rylee.

"Even Princess Jessica and Prince Bill?" said Karianne.

"Yes, but I really, really wouldn't call them that," I said. "Let me add another really. Jessica, in particular, hates it."

"Noted," said Karianne. "I'll ensure the entire staff knows. OK, done."

Could she? Did she?

"Yes, but that's not how I did it," said Karianne. "I'm the entire staff. Here's the deal. Our other reservations all cancelled, so for the next three nights, it is just your group. Normally, Mom and Dad would never leave me alone with guests, but oddly, the fact that you're almost all kids that are adults made them feel better. They asked me to give you this note." She handed me a note. I won't read the whole thing, but in a nutshell, it suggested that we temporarily designate their hotel as a consulate and then we could have more fun.

Attached was a permission form for Karianne.

Oh joy.

Karianne is just beaming, and I can now attest that she has impressive nipples. The shirt is opaque, but damn, those nipples.

"OK," said Rylee. "The rest of our group will arrive shortly. I invited them all to go ahead and come now. We love the idea but will only agree if you take the weekend off too and join us. If we're the only guests, you can lock the door and come with us. We'll make the meals as a team. Be part of our group, not working for our group."

"Absolutely," I said. "But and I apologize for this, one of us needs to talk to a parent. Not that we doubt you, but this is a big deal."

"You win, Dad," shouted Karianne. Just then two adults walked out from the back laughing. You could see where Karianne got her looks. If you blended Brogan and Kelene, you get Karianne. Yeah, we knew all their names.

"Hi," said Kelene. "I'm Kelene and he is Brogan. We're Karianne's parents. But I'll bet you knew that, too, didn't you?"

We both nodded.

"Damn," said Karianne. "I'm 0-2."

"You underestimated us," said Rylee. Karianne looked thoughtful.

"Yes, I did," she said. "I apologize."

"For what?" asked Rylee. "This is all freaking nuts. There are no societal norms that address us at all. Take the craziest outlier you can think of and we're way on the other side of it."

Then Rylee looked thoughtful.

"Why are you leaving?" asked Rylee, of Brogan and Kelene.

"We just thought we'd be out of place," said Brogan. "We wanted to give you all privacy."

"Good Lord, why?" said Rylee. "You understand our culture, right?"

"We've been fighting over this for a week," said Karianne, with some determination. That's when Rylee laughed again. She turned back to the parents.

"Are you not being honest with yourself or are you honest with yourself but conflicted because of societal pressure?" asked Rylee. It took them a moment to absorb that, but not Karianne.

"They want me so bad they can't stand it, but for some stupid reason are going to miss the one opportunity they may ever have," said Karianne. "It pisses me off."

They both looked sheepish.

"That's wrong," said Rylee, to Karianne. "Really wrong. It can disappoint you, but it shouldn't piss you off. They have to be comfortable, not just you, and you know it."

"Shit," muttered Karianne. You could tell Brogan was going to admonish her for the profanity, but he bit his tongue.

"I was being an ass. Mom. Dad. I'm sorry," said Karianne. "I let my own lust for you overcome rational thought. Yes, I would love you to stay. I would love to spend tonight in your bed and as many nights as we can until they leave. However, you have to want it to. That's the last I'll speak of it."

"We want you, too," said Brogan, softly. "It is just confusing. Really confusing."

"Do you play golf?" asked Rylee. That was a weird change of direction. She has a reason. All three said they did, for fun, but weren't very good.

"Here's the deal," said Rylee. "There are ten of us. We're going golfing this afternoon. I've arranged four consecutive tee times. All three of you should come with us. Spread out. Get to know us all. See how you feel about how we're doing in life. We're all living in the world that confuses you. We'll explain why we're here in St. Louis, but more important, you'll see that our lifestyle is a good thing. Hell, I'm 16-years-old and have more money than God and I'm barely in the Top 5 in the family. All because of Bob and Amy and what they've done for our entire country."

"Why do you have four tee times when only four of you were going golfing?" asked Karianne.

"Because I knew I needed them," said Rylee. For some reason, that seemed to satisfy Karianne. It confused Brogan and Kelene. Just then the door opened, and all our friends spilled in, laughing. Nan and Tegan were arguing about something. The four youngest had taken sides in the argument. Twin against twin times two. They finally shut up.

"Were you arguing about time travel?" said Karianne. Nan laughed.

"Not exactly," said Nan. "We were arguing whether time and interdimensional travel are the same thing or two distinct things. We can already do the first, so if they're the same, we can do the second. We decided we'd just send a probe and see what happens.

"It won't work," said Karianne. "They're two entire distinct forces." She proceeded to dive into an argument that lost me by the third word. Rylee kept up longer than I did, but in the end, it was Karianne, Nan, and Tegan. They argued at first and finally came to agreement. Nan turned to her parents.

"We haven't met yet," she said. "My name is Nan, and this is my friend, Tegan."

Brogan and Kelene laughed.

"We know who you are," said Kelene. "Karianne has a poster of you in her room."

"Clothed or naked?" asked Nan, of Karianne, who laughed.

"Clothed," said Karianne, with another laugh.

"We'll send you another one. You can put it at the end of the bed and masturbate," said Tegan. "I have the perfect photo. Nan's going down on me."

"Yeah, that's a good one," said Nan. "Make sure you pick the one where Hunter is fucking me. Much better for masturbating."

"Oh, good choice," said Tegan.

"Wait," said Brogan. He ducked behind the counter and came back with a mailing tube.

"This was addressed to the two of you," said Brogan. "It arrived this morning. I'd put it aside since you didn't arrive for a few days." Tegan and Nan laughed and opened it and pulled out a poster. A big poster.

Of that photo. A note fell out onto the floor and Karianne picked it up.

"Tell Karianne it is one of my favorites, too," said the note, signed by Pari.

"Should I ask?" said Karianne.

"It's usually best if you don't," said Nan. "Just roll with it. It's going to get weirder, somewhere."

"Wait, there is something on the back," said Karianne.

"It's for you Mom and Dad," said Karianne. "It appears to be an offer to buy this place plus an offer for jobs for all three of us. Shit, take it." She handed the note to Kelene and they both looked.

"Who exactly is Pari?" asked Brogan.

"Dad," said Karianne, in the whine of a teenager.

"Queen Pari is King Bob and Queen Amy's third," said Karianne. "She's also the Minister of Education." I'm not sure Dad got it yet.

"The Minister of Education is 12," said Brogan. Just then the door opened and three people walked in.

"Yes, she is," said Amy, to the laughter of Bob and Pari. Then Amy gave Pari one hell of a kiss, ending in them both just vibrating.

"We heard you had three openings in your foursomes," said Pari, who was clearly still a little wobbly.

"But we don't have any spots in beds," said Kelene.

"Sure you do," said Amy. "You just don't use beds quite as efficiently as we do."

"We also understand that this whole situation of parents with kids is confusing to you," said Bob. "We get that. We thought you could talk to the kids and to us while we play."

"Let's go," said Pari. "Our tee times await."

We didn't even do all the introductions to our new friends, but they'd all meet each other.

"Mom and Dad, you should accept the offer," said Karianne. "I'm pretty sure we would live in a consulate."

"But we don't understand any of this," said Brogan.

"Hold up," said Pari. "The offer stays out there until you accept or decline it and even if you decline it, you can come back and accept it later. There is no pressure. Karianne, I get your excitement, but chill."

"OK," said Karianne. "But it would be awesome."

"Oh yeah," said Pari, in a guttural voice. That made us all laugh.

"But I'm still confused," said Brogan. "What do you mean by their third? They're married to a 12-year-old girl? Why?"

"Because we both love her," said Mom. "We're a trio."

"So being married to Queen Amy wasn't enough?" asked Brogan. "You also married to an incredibly gorgeous 12-year-old?"

"Hey," said Karianne and Kelene, both slapping an arm.

And then Kelene said jinx. Then Kelene realized she said jinx. The she smiled. Just a smile.

"Is the Inn a consulate already?" asked Kelene.

"Sure," said Jessica. "I did it."

Kelene walked over to Karianne and put her hands on her cheeks. Yeah, not the ones on her face. She was holding Karianne firmly by her cute little ass. She pulled her in for a kiss and pressed their breasts together. It was one hell of a kiss, and they didn't break it until they both rolled through an orgasm.

Brogan was just standing there in shock.

"Do you understand the married to Amy and Pari thing better now?" asked Dad, of Brogan.

"Uh huh," replied Brogan, clearly imagining more. Karianne walked over to Brogan.

"May I please kiss you?" said Karianne, to her dad. Brogan looked so confused.

"No pressure," said Karianne. "I know it is difficult. Maybe you don't even want to."

Brogan leaned down and put his arms around Karianne and his hands firmly on her ass. Then he picked her up and she put her legs around his waist. The kiss was long and passionate, and Karianne was just grinding against Brogan. He finally set Karianne down, I think right before he came.

Understood.

Oh, we all looked. Brogan was hard as a rock, and it was pointed at a truly uncomfortable angle. That had to hurt. Karianne walked over and stuck her hands down his pants and adjusted him.

"There, that's better," said Karianne. You could tell they both wanted more.

"Not yet," said Nylah. "It is tempting, and I get it, but you're not quite ready. Let's go play golf and you can talk to us all."

It took the tension out of the room. We all walked outside to a surprisingly full parking lot. There was an E63S wagon, of course. An X7M SUV. An AMG GT sedan. An Audi RS6 wagon. A nice Corvette C8 ZR1 convertible.

All loaded up with golf bags. Except for the Corvette. I figured the C8 was there for a reason, but I admit I was surprised when it was Kelene that ran over. How sexist of me. I think she likes the car, given the scream.

"The ZR1 isn't even out yet! How do you have one?" screamed Kelene. I admit, it might have been rude that we all laughed.

"They own GM, Mom," said Karianne.

"Can I ride in it?" asked Kelene.

"No, Brogan gets to ride in it," said Pari. Kelene's face fell and Karianne laughed.

"She means you get to drive it, Mom," said Karianne. Of all that had happened, that shook Kelene.

"Really? I get to drive it?" said Kelene.

"You didn't read Pari's offer past the big numbers at the front, did you?" said Karianne. "Particularly given I've seen you configure this car, and you chose orange with a tan interior and black wheels. It's correct down to the painted calipers."

Kelene just stared at her. Then Karianne closed the deal.

"And it comes with the required flying lessons," said Karianne.

"Why would a car come with flying lessons?" asked Brogan.

Mad props for Karianne. She waited him out.

And it took a bit. Kelene got it first.

"Because the car can fly," she said, and then she rolled through an orgasm. A big one.

"Yes, we'll take the deal," said Kelene.

"Don't I get a vote?" asked Brogan.

It was a pretty loud chorus of the word no, but Karianne did it the best.

"No jinx".

"Listen," I said. "That will take some time to pay off. Let's go play golf. We might have to replace the furniture, but you can get all the payoff in the nice living room after we play."

"Why would we have to replace the furniture?" said Brogan.

Yeah. We waited him out again.

Then he moaned. And came pretty close to cumming himself.

"We'll replace the furniture with coverings that can be cleaned with a Clorox wipe. We own a furniture manufacturer that makes the nicest stuff," said Colby. Nylah laughed.

"The arms on the couches fold open and there are Clorox wipe dispensers," said Nylah.

"How convenient," said Karianne. "Do you have sex all day every day?"

"Not all day, since we do have lives, but every day?" said Nylah. "Absolutely. We all have a very active sex life, and it is glorious."

Pretty sure Brogan is just staring at Nylah now. After all, the 7-year-old just shared she has an active sex life.

Then again, Karianne and Kelene are just nodding.

"We'll talk about it on the course. Get your asses in cars," said Pari. In the voice that shall not be ignored.

"That voice is more fun when she's wearing leather panties and holding a crop," said Colby. "Crotchless leather panties. Only crotchless leather panties."

"And you know this from experience?" said Kelene.

Kelene is figuring us out, too. Her "yes jinx" was fast.

She barely beat Karianne.

"I'd like to see that," said Brogan, in a guttural voice. Kelene slapped him lightly.

"Hold up," said Pari. "If you're becoming part of our world, this is a teaching moment." She went through can but don't have to and the difference between sex and love, kind of at super speed.

Tee times, you know.

"So I'm supposed to be OK with Brogan fucking Pari," said Kelene. "Pari, who is 12." That got laughter from all of us.

"Name your Top 5," said Mom. "Men and women." It took Kelene a moment to realize what she meant.

"Amai, Bob, Luke, Gina, Hunter," said Kelene.

"Bullshit," said Amy. "That's your top 5 cock list."

Kelene blushed.

"Someone named Gina has a cock?" asked Brogan. We'd had enough jinx moments, so we just deferred to Mom.

"Yes, and so does Amai, and the experience with both is transcendent, but it feels like your communication sucks," said Amy. "This is your safe space moment. Give me your Top 5 again."

Kelene hesitated, but Karianne didn't.

"I'll go first," she said.

"Pari, Tomas, Juanita, Cassie, and Tim," said Karianne.

"An inspired list," I said. "Three cocks, two nots."

"So one of those women has a cock," said Kelene. "Is it you, Pari?" Pari laughed.

"No, I do not have a cock, but I get a lot of cock," said Pari, to laughter. "Juanita has a cock. It's kind of a thing. We all appreciate tits and a cock."

Which lead to a moan from Brogan.

"Really?" said Kelene. "You have an interest in cock?" Brogan both blushed and nodded.

"That is so freaking hot," said Kelene. "I want to watch. I want to see you top and bottom. I want to see you in the middle of a train."

"I want to see you go down on Pari," said Brogan.

"OK!" said Nylah. "We have a plan. Get your asses in the cars."

"Mom and Dad, your communication sucks," said Karianne. "You wasted a lot of time."

"We did," said Kelene. "But we still need Brogan's list."

"He has to come up with a new one now that he knows cock is on the table," said Jessica. "Let us know by the end of the first nine."

"Why?" said Karianne.

Jessica just raised her eyebrow. Just her left eyebrow. It's quite powerful. Karianne and Kelene rolled through an orgasm.

"Orlando, Diane, Cepos, Amy, Nylah," said Brogan.

"Not me," said Nylah. "Yet."

"Leslie," said Brogan.

"Sophia, Amy, Morgan, Ruby, Chris," said Kelene and Pari smiled.

Not sure if she meant Morgan or Morgon so I invited them both.

That happens a lot. It makes them happy. They always both get invited. They've gotten really close.

I think Morgan and Sophia like that she brings along Max, too. Then again, everyone on their list will bring their partners.

We all started to head to the cars.

"When is our first tee time?" said Karianne. I threw out the time. We were in good shape.

"You anticipated this conversation?" said Brogan.

"No," I said. "I just knew when the tee time needed to be."

The three newcomers laughed.

"You're serious, aren't you?" said Karianne.

"You need to learn our motto," said Bill. "Just roll with it." With that, we all got into cars and actually drove to the course. Kelene couldn't fly yet, so none of us flew. We pulled into the parking lot, and all got out.

"So Mom's car is the only one that can fly?" said Karianne and we all laughed.

"All of them can," said Pari. "Your mom couldn't fly, so we didn't fly."

"That kind of encapsulates your cultural identity, doesn't it?" said Karianne. That didn't need a response. We walked into the club house and there was a kid around Karianne's age behind the counter.

"Jalen!" screamed Karianne. "You're back and didn't call me!" He laughed.

"I just got back today, and Dad needed some help," said Jalen just as his dad walked up. You could tell. Trust me.

"Hi, Karianne," said the man, with a smile.

"Hi, Kenrick," said Karianne, about three octaves lower. Jalen and Kenrick are both big, strong, sexy, black guys. Jalen has about an inch on Kenrick, but Kenrick is more muscular.

I'd do them both.

Suddenly, Kenrick recognized someone in our group and came around the counter and bowed.

To Jessica.

Who laughed and went in for a hug. Just a hug, but hey, Jessica, so when she pulled away, Kenrick was hard.

Holy mother.

"So nice to see you again, Jessica," said Kenrick. "It's been months."

Oh hell, we all just stared at Jessica. Who laughed.

"I own the course," said Jessica.

"Why?" asked Karianne, to all of our benefit.

"Because I like a nice IPA when I golf," said Jessica. We all kind of nodded and agreed. The three newcomers were confused, so Jessica explained it.

"We're having a little get together tonight," said Jessica. "You're both coming." That did not leave room for disagreement.

"Coming with an O or cumming with a U?" asked Karianne. Also a few octaves too low.

Jalen walked around the counter and took Karianne's hands.

"That is entirely up to you," said Jalen. He looked into her eyes.

"I accept," she said. Kenrick turned to Dad.

"Did they just get engaged?" asked Kenrick.

Jalen and Karianne both yelled "yes jinx".

Karianne got the second jinx out first.

"I guess you'll have to be my first tonight," said Karianne, softly.

"You're a virgin?" said Jalen, clearly startled.

"My first tonight, silly," said Karianne.

"Oh," said Jalen. "Oh!"

"We're a fun family," said Mom. "Are you a fun family, Kenrick?"

Then she hit Kenrick with a smile. Kenrick needs to change his shorts.

"Oh good," said Mom. "Show me your office, Kenrick. I'll bet Bob would like to join us. We'll catch you all on the back nine."

With that, Mom, Dad, and Kenrick disappeared. Go Mom. And Dad.

His cock is a monster.

Jalen walked around the counter. I stand corrected. Kenrick has the small cock in the family. Karianne turned to Jessica and said one word.

"Consulate?" asked Karianne and Jessica nodded.

Now we're watching Karianne giving Jalen a blowjob. A family walked in, with two tween kids, and all just watched.

We invited them, too.

Their tee time was right after ours, so they just joined our group. Alta, Dario, Cruz, Rio. Cruz is 12. Rio is 11. Both boys. A cool family. Hispanic. Gorgeous. Horny. Quite the trifecta.

Sure, sure

Make the Cambodian chick be the scribe. Kidding. This is about golf, so it could be Cassiopeia or me. It is kind of our thing. I defer to Cassiopeia, because she just won the Masters.

OK, that got me a slap. In case it wasn't obvious, this is Phary.

"It's going to happen every time you talk about my winning the Masters, you cheater," she said, and I laughed.

We loaded up the refrigerators on the carts and set out.

The ion-power refrigerators. Come on, Jessica likes her beer cold. No, seriously. Really cold. I'm paired up with Brogan. I don't know why, but there is a reason. We had the nicest chat for the first few holes, then he got quiet.

"You OK, Brogan?" I asked, as we approached the fifth tee.

"This is all very confusing. This isn't what I have been taught my whole life," said Brogan. "I've been taught about kids and how adults shouldn't take advantage of kids. I probably shouldn't say this, but I am overwhelmed by everything and everyone."

"Do you want me, Brogan?" I asked. "Be honest. Either answer is fine."

"Yes," said Brogan. "So much. That's what's confusing me. Not just you, although that is pretty powerful. I've seen the work you're doing on equality, and I strongly support you. I think strong young women and men turn me on. I don't know what to do about it."

"You said it right. Strong young women and men. Not girls and boys," I said. "We're capable of making our own decisions. Listen, we're backed up at the tee a little. Would you like a blowjob? Or would you like me to bounce up and down on your cock? Either is on the table. Maybe you'd just like to go down on me a little. Or finger me. That's discrete and I like it."

He just stared.

"Sorry, I can be a bit overwhelming," I said. He smiled. Then he adjusted his cock and laughed.

"If only we could do it here," he said, softly.

"Look around Brogan," I said. "Do you see anyone that isn't a part of our group?" He looked around and suddenly stopped and was staring. I followed his view.

Kelene is bouncing up and down on Orlando. Right there in their cart.

"Kelene feels a little more comfortable with it," I said to his laughter. "Does it bother you?"

"I've never been more turned on in my life," said Brogan.

"So look around," I said. "Within the rules, who do you want the most?"

He took a deep breath and turned to me.

"You," he said, breathlessly.

"Is that proximity or actual lust?" I asked. "Because it will not offend me at all if you want someone else. I'm confident I'll get my turn."

"Oh, it is most definitely lust," said Brogan, in a deep voice. Suddenly there was a gleam in his eye and a small smile. I looked over my shoulder and Nylah is just bouncing on Jalen's cock. Laughing.

It is sexy as hell.

Now I am bouncing on Brogan. Yay me. I think he is understanding our culture better. He is also an outstanding lover. I will play the rest of the round squish, squish.

OK by me.

Their family is a lot closer now, too.

Bob and Amy joined us on the back 9.

Best day of golf in my life.

And this is not even close to the first time I have been fucked during a round.

Repeatedly.

I like zoos

This is Jessica. I like zoos. Sue me. I'll just have Nylah represent me and you'll lose. Even though I've been here before, I didn't go to the zoo. They wouldn't sell me a ticket. I was by myself. Did they not notice I drove up? In an Acura NSX?

Guess not. Something about having to have an adult when you're 5, and they didn't accept the whole adult in Dionysus thing.

It is tiring. Nylah already won this case. They should have let me in.

This time, our group was pretty big, including Karianne and her parents, so I booked ahead and got the group rate. Oh, I'd booked ahead the last time, but the people at will call wouldn't give me my ticket. I'm still a little pissed. There was no reason to fight it though, so Mom went and got the tickets for all of us.

I might have to buy the zoo.

Probably not. It is a public zoo. But let me go on a tangent.

Like a tangent surprises you.

I have an appointment with Jeff, who is the director of the zoo and Cynthia, who is the SVP of External Relations.

Relations. OK, that made me laugh. Hey, I'm 5.

Technically Mom has the appointment since the likelihood of them meeting with me, given they wouldn't give me a ticket, is low. I dressed up in a nice Timmy suit and presented myself at their offices.

"Hi," I said, to the receptionist. "I have an appointment."

This is where I expected a rash of shit. I did not receive said shit. Which is good. Who wants shit?

Still 5, although Dad would find that funny, too. I'm telling him and adding it to my log. My log is lengthy. Yay.

"Such an honor to meet you," said the receptionist. Dawn. Nameplate on her desk. No powers involved.

"We expected your mom," said Dawn. "Are you stepping in for her?"

"Yes," I said.

"OK," she said. She made a short call and both Cynthia and Jeff came out to the lobby, and we did introductions. They treated me like, well, an adult.

Hmm.

"Let's get out of the lobby," said Jeff. We went back into their offices and into a small conference room. The room has a big picture window, looking into the elephant enclosure.

Not a bad place to work

"Would you like something to drink?" asked Jeff, standing next to a small refrigerator with a glass door. I like them already.

"A Coke Zero, please," I said. "The can is fine." Jeff looked a Cynthia, who just shrugged. Really? Jeff handed me a can and one to Cynthia and one for himself.

Liking them more. We view a love of Coke Zero as supporting your intelligence and decision making. OK, we really don't but we really do like it.

Hmm. Do we own Coca Cola?

"Yes," said a voice in my head. Xeeta.

I know Xeeta. You may remember her. Acquisitions team lead. Fabulous in bed. OK, I might know Xeeta differently than you do.

"Let's meet for the weekend," said Xeeta. "Bring Bill. I'll bring Xad."

A little twins on twins action.

That will be a story to tell. Hey, we're old enough to tell stories now.

We all sat down. They were nice and made sure my chair had a view out the windows. I like them already.

"I'd like to make a significant recurring donation to the zoo," I said. "But I have a few small requests that I believe are manageable."

"OK," said Cynthia. "Our larger donations usually come with stipulations. Let's hear them."

She's very cheery. I like that.

"Really simple. I'd like admission to be forever free. I'd like children of any age to be admitted without an adult as long as they have parental permission," I said.

"Well the first would require a pretty significant donation and the second would have some legal liabilities," said Jeff.

"Nylah wrote the release," I said.

"OK, that one is solved," said Cynthia, with a laugh. Nylah has a reputation in the legal community.

"But our expenses are quite high," said Cynthia. "I can't imagine your donation could cover the cost of tickets. We raise over ten million from ticket sales in an average year."

OK, I snorted. My bad.

"Your total expenses over the last few years have averaged roughly $65 million. I'm prepared to make a recurring donation of $125 million a year as long as those rules remain in effect," I said.

Now they're both staring at me. Ah, there it is. The look where they wish I was nine.

A powerful young woman in a tiny package. And yes, I am aware I am attractive. Not the most beautiful woman in the world, but cute.

OK, the chorus of "yes you are" in my head was a little deafening.

Then Bill just screamed jinx in my head.

That payoff is going to be amazing.

"Not to question you, and certainly not because of your age, but you can commit to $125 million a year for a regional zoo in St. Louis?" said Cynthia.

"Sure," I said. "I'd buy that darn zoo if I could."

Jeff and Cynthia looked at each other.

Interesting. Yes, they looked at each other for business, but I saw it.

A spark.

I'll leave it for now.

"The city has been considering privatizing the zoo," said Jeff. "However, they did not believe there would be any offers and the requirement that it still be a zoo is a bit daunting."

"Although the golf course did recently go private," said Cynthia. I snorted. I shouldn't have. Then again, I'm alone, so I was answering the question either way.

"Yeah," I said. "That was me."

Well it was.

"What price were they considering?" I said.

"$345 million," said Jeff. I snorted again.

"I'm prepared to fund that today," I said. "Who needs to approve?"

"I have blanket authority to accept an offer of that size should it cross my desk," said Jeff. "Again, not trying to question you, just cross all the Ts. You can sign such a contract?"

"Sure," I said.

Well I can.

Jeff got up and walked out and came back with a contract. Now, this is where you're assuming Nylah needs to review it.

Nah. I was bored. I'm an attorney now, too. Including in Missouri.

Why not.

I read through the contract.

"May I borrow a pen?" I said.

"Don't you need a legal review?" said Jeff.

"No," I said. "It's fine. A couple things I might change but they're not deal breakers. We would like your entire team to stay on. The compensation plan is considerably more generous and, of course, the entire property is immediately designated a consulate."

I looked around the room.

"This would make a much better wrestling room," I said. It would!

They're kind of staring at me.

"You could both bring your families in and finally act on your lust for each other," I said. Yes, I went there. I expected shock. What I got was smiles.

"I'm sure our kids would like to meet you," said Cynthia. There was a lot of oomph on that meet you.

"Let's do this," I said. "Let's make say Tuesday a day for all the staff and their families. We can position it as a day of ownership changeover. We can all celebrate in the Dionysus way. I'll bring friends. I'll bring my family."

We all sat there for a minute thinking about that.

"We can do that, except for the school groups," said Cynthia. "Those are scheduled months in advance."

"They I guess we'll have to have them send home entirely different permission slips," I said.

Yeah, we all sat there for a moment thinking about that, too.

I signed the contract. The payment information was on the last page, so I pulled out my phone and took a picture of it. Jeff's phone beeped.

"You paid in full?" he said.

"Sure," I said.

I stood up and shook their hands.

"Tuesday," I said. "I already emailed you the permission slips. You'll need to include those as standard in any school field trip package, but for Tuesday, get them out fast."

Jeff pulled up his email and started reading it.

He just got to the fourth paragraph. How do I know?

It is always the moan.

With that, I left for the day.

Apparently, I own a zoo. A very nice zoo. I will be heading to San Diego soon. I may become a zoo mogul.

Science!

Nan, here. No clue why I have the pen. Oh yeah. Science museum. Let's make the Nobel prize winner narrate. Kidding. Happy to do it. I love science, although these interactive museums are sometimes a little sketchy about the science for the sake of simplicity. I get that. Our entire group is at the museum. We actually had to remind people that we do not own the museum and they cannot have public sex.

That's so weird to us.

We were a couple hours into the museum when it happened. It was almost inevitable. No, not public sex.

Too bad.

Tegan and I didn't agree with an exhibit. On space travel. Now, the display is quite nice, and it is about Voyager 1 and 2. It's truly fascinating what has been done with crap technology. Voyager 1 was launched in 1977! Ancient history.

Our problem wasn't the information about Voyager. It was one line.

Voyager 1 continues to be the man-made object farthest from Earth and continues to set records.

First we laughed, but we couldn't let it stand. It just isn't true. Science has to be true. Tegan and I went on a quest to find the museum director. We found him in his office, but his assistant wouldn't let us in.

"OK," said Tegan. "Most science museum directors would welcome the opportunity to meet two Nobel Laureate physicists. You just let him know Nan and Tegan were here."

The assistant just laughed.

"Just the average Nobel toddlers, right?" she said. Now, she did it nicely with just the right amount of snark, so we were not offended.

We appreciate snark. And we're kind of unbelievable.

Just then, the inner door opened, and a man stepped out, who I assumed to be the director. He is not what I expected. I expected old, a little chubby, and white. They're always white.

Except here, where he is young, quite a stud, and a gorgeous chocolate color.

I am so turned on.

Which is useless considering I am not nine.

"I am," said Tegan. "And no, I didn't read you. You're just predictable." I kind of am.

Do they have a working cock? They're my type. Do they have a cock that doesn't work that well? Still my type. No cock at all? Well, you get the idea. I'm a horny little thing. I still remember when I got my exception. That was quite a day, and it hasn't let up since.

Yay!

"OMG, OMG, OMG," said the director. He even did a little dance. His assistant was just staring at him. He laughed.

"I get excited around Nobel laureates," he said. "Or I appear to. I've never met one before, let alone two." He's excited alright. Damn. I did catch the assistant noticed, too, with a look of, well, lust.

God, their kids would be gorgeous. The Director is Camryn, and the assistant is Hoa. She's petite and Vietnamese. He's not petite. In any way.

"You're going to have gorgeous kids," said Tegan. Well, she went there.

"Oh, no, we, no, um, yeah, well," said Camryn.

"You've got a way with words, Camryn," said Tegan. "Your communication just sucks. So does yours, Hoa. I'm going to grant a five-minute safe space for you to be honest with each other. Who goes first?"

"I will," said Hoa, in a strong voice. "Camryn, I've loved you for years. I'm tired of fighting it just to keep a job. I love you and always will."

Camryn was clearly shocked.

"I love you, too," he said, finally.

"Well good, now that we have cleared that up," said Tegan. "We need to talk to you about a display. Then you can start the wedding planning."

"Wedding?" they both said. I admit, I was surprised. Camryn said it. Softly. And then panicked.

"Nothing to panic about," I said. "Just give her a passionate kiss. Like this."

And then Tegan kissed me. She put everything into it. There was a big hug involved, some pussy rubbing together, a lot of tongue, and simultaneous orgasms.

"Wow," they both said. This time it was Hoa.

"Hold up," I said. "That passionate first kiss isn't going to be here." Just then Bill walked in and handed me a keycard.

For the Four Seasons St. Louis. I handed it to Hoa. You expected me to give it to Camryn? You have not been paying attention.

"You have a room for tonight at the Four Seasons. I suspect it is quite nice. Everything is prepaid. Empty the minibar. Order room service. Take vacation days and stay for a week. Two weeks. Whatever. It's all covered," I said.

"Was that Prince Bill?" said Camryn.

"Dude, you're gorgeous, but sometimes a little clueless," said Tegan. "The appropriate reaction would have been the dance."

So he did the dance. Badly. Then she joined him in the dance.

And then they kissed. It sucked all the air out of the room and was a Top 5 kiss I have ever seen. She started vibrating early and he kept going. Suddenly he pulled back and got the look. The I'm about to cum look.

Hoa dropped to her knees, quickly, and I shut and locked the door. She had his pants unbuckled and down just in time. She damn near swallowed what has to be a 10-inch (25.5 cm) cock. Swallowed it all down.

Finally she stood up and turned to us.

"I'm so embarrassed," she said. "You never should have seen that. You're kids." Camryn was putting it all away, which was distracting. Tegan and I both laughed.

"In our world, I would have joined you in the blowjob and after he fucked you, he would fuck me," said Tegan. It was interesting that they both moaned.

"You moaned, too," said Camryn.

"Is that a deal breaker?" asked Hoa.

"Oh no," said Camryn. "Is it a deal breaker that I like guys, too?"

The length and duration of her moan allowed us to infer that it is acceptable.

"OK," said Tegan. "Clearly we're here for a reason beyond the error in your exhibit. Top 5. Go."

Camryn had absolutely no clue. Hoa understood and the gleam in her eye is stunning. Go for it, girl.

"Orlando, Bob, Amai, Carlina, Tegan," said Hoa. "The last two together."

"It's more fun with all four of us together," said Tegan.

Well sure. Let's throw in Gabe and Luca. No let's. They'll love it.

"Amy, Leslie, Noah, Ruby, Sophia," said Camryn. I laughed. Tegan laughed. Finally Hoa laughed.

"You're gambling the rest of their groups will come too," said Hoa. Camryn just smiled.

You go, Camryn.

"OK," said Tegan. "Enjoy your time at the Four Seasons and however long you want, and then tell us when we should all arrive."

Hoa laughed.

"Well," said Hoa, making it a few syllables. "I'm thinking we have tonight together, and they all join us tomorrow."

"Tomorrow," squeaked Camryn. "Tomorrow."

OK, that last tomorrow was long and deep, just like his cock would be in me if I was 9. Dammit.

"We need to talk about the Voyager exhibit," I said. "I love it and Voyager is cool, but it is not the man-made object that is farthest from Earth."

"Well," said Camryn. "I could change it to say that it is the confirmed man-made object that is farthest from Earth. You don't talk about it much."

"I get your point," I said. "But we published our early research with our pod. At a minimum, that is clearly farther."

"But not the whole story," said Hoa.

OK, we laughed.

"No," said Tegan. "Nan, let's get the group together on Nibiru."

"Oh yeah," I said. We like Nibiru. It is rejuvenating for men.

Oh yeah.

"The rumors of your interstellar travel are true?" said Camryn.

We laughed again.

"It's time to let a little out," I said. "We'll take you and the big group there."

"What kind of ship does that require?" asked Hoa.

"Any of our planes can do it," said Tegan.

"Any of them?" asked Camryn. Tegan just nodded. It is a thing.

"Go have your night. We'll go in a few days," said Tegan. "You don't need anything. No need to pack."

"We need clothes," said Hoa.

"No, no you don't," I said. Hmm. Channeling a baritone.

"Why wouldn't we need...oh," said Hoa. "Oh."

You can imagine the number of syllables in that last oh.

"Let's plan for a week," said Tegan. "You'll enjoy it. It is rejuvenating for men."

"What do you mean rejuvenating?" said Camryn.

"Men average over 70 cums a day," I said. "Thirty at a time."

Now, that was a group moan.

"Seventy?" croaked Camryn.

"Yes!" said Tegan and me. She beat me to it, but either way I'm a winner. And yes, we paid it off right there.

Sorry about the puddle.

"We can't just leave for a week," said Hoa.

"Sure you can," I said. "Just tell the whomever you have to tell that you're working as a team on a major donation, and they insisted. Then when you return you can announce the $20 million donation."

"That wouldn't work," said Hoa. "They'd know there wasn't a donation."

Sometimes you just wait them out. Just smiling. Tegan and I are holding hands.

We might have smiled together a bit too much. Hoa added a third puddle.

"Sorry," said Tegan.

"Not sorry," said Hoa.

Understandably.

"Let me give you my phone number," said Camryn. I admit Tegan and I both laughed.

"We have it," I said. "We have them all."

Well we do. With that, we went back to exhibits and had fun. Then we're going to go have fun.

Just buyin' a golf course

Much is said about how I just know to do things. I admit, it is a little weird, but it has always been this way. I don't know why, but I don't ignore them. If you haven't figured it out, this is Jessica. I'm going to back up and tell a story. It is a fun story, for sure.

You see, I was having lunch one day and reading the newspaper. OK, on my tablet, but you get the idea. I like to read the local papers from around the world. A lot of my ideas come from doing that and in most cases, I'm just fixing something I read about. That's what happened in this case. I happened to read an article about a public golf course in St. Louis. Apparently, the contract to run the course was up for renewal and big developers saw a loophole where they could close the course and build more McMansions.

Well that sucks. Golf is elitist enough without losing another public course. I read all about the current operator and his son.

Kenrick and Jalen.

They even interviewed Jalen and I watched the video. I loved his passion about how they were getting screwed. Then again, one look at Jalen and I was thinking about getting screwed, too, but in an entirely different context. No, our quests, as we laughingly call them, are not for the purpose of sex. Sex just usually happens on our quests.

So I needed a sidekick and I admit, I chose someone that was over nine for a reason.

Kenrick's hot, too, and even if I can't have him, I can watch. Again, not guaranteeing sex.

Just hoping for it. I'm a horny little thing. We're all horny little things. A pretty big part of our lives with great benefit.

So who to take, who to take. They need to be young, powerful, and sexy.

Well that didn't narrow down the list at all.

I decided to see if Tori wanted to go. I hadn't checked in on them in a while. Shame on me. If you remember, Tori is the oldest of the kids that Luke and Cassie rescued from their sinking boat. They had decided that they needed a fresh start and were staying in a house on the Dallas campus. Tori is the oldest and a mom at 10. She's been through a lot. Like many of the kids sucked into our world, she loves sex, just not being raped.

Oh. Sucked into our world.

Dad!

I can't wait until I am 9. Being young sucks.

Oops. Did it again. Oh no. Another entry in my log for dad. Darn it.

Anyway. Tori was all in for the trip, so I dropped onto her lawn on our Dallas campus to pick her up. All the kids ran out to greet me.

Luckily, I got here almost three hours early.

Luckily.

Come on. Have you seen these kids? Yes, traumatic experiences. The worst! They're doing a lot better now.

And their skills are improving.

A lot. I help out in every way I can.

Finally Tori and I were on my plane and ready to hop up to St. Louis. I let Tori fly. She's really close to certifying. She's a natural, too. Some people just get it. We weren't surprising them since I'd made an appointment, so we landed at the back of the parking lot of the golf course. We dropped the stairs and waiting at the bottom of them was Jalen.

Prior descriptions do not do justice to Jalen.

"I'm having him," I thought, to Tori, who laughed in my head.

"You know you pushed that out pretty hard," said Jalen. "I'm Jalen, but I inferred you knew that."

"Any interest?" I asked. I like to be blunt. Jalen's smile is transcendent. As in Tori and I are now vibrating.

He's got a nice smile.

"You think you could handle it?" asked Jalen, kind of thrusting his pelvis out a bit. Yeah, we can see the outline of an impressive as hell cock.

"Dude," I said. "The one that will wear out isn't Tori or me. We'll ride you and use you up."

He looked a little shocked and let out a big moan, just as his dad walked in the room. Kenrick looked at Jalen, then the two of us.

And moaned.

"I'm too young, but Tori isn't," I said.

"Dammit," I added, with Kenrick. Oh, I shouted it gleefully.

"He can't pay off, but you can," I said to Jalen.

And he did. Masterfully.

Sorry you need the mop.

"Not sorry," said Jalen, who ran off and came back with a mop and bucket.

Once he got it cleaned up, I spoke up. OK, we were watching him, bent over. He has a great ass.

He does!

"So I read about the problems with the contract," I said to them both. The look of frustration was right out there for both of them.

"I read the contract you have, too," I said. "And consulted with my attorney. There is a solution." Remember, this is a little earlier. I wasn't an attorney yet.

It was about a month ago.

"Sure," said Jalen. "We can buy the course. Like that's going to happen. I ran the numbers, and it is a slam dunk. We took it to every bank in the region and none of them will touch it."

"Did you take it to Chase?" I asked. He looked at his dad.

"We didn't take it to the national banks," said Kenrick. "Come on. We're black. It wouldn't happen."

"It would," I said. "We own Chase. You need to adjust your thinking. Now, I ran the numbers, too, and you would do better with a silent investor owning 49%. That way you still have control and would only have debt on the 51%."

"Yes, that's one of my models," said Jalen. "But again, who would do that?"

"I would," I said. "I could make the entire property a consulate, too."

OK, assume moans.

"Why?" asked Kenrick, with a little heat.

"I don't know," I said. "I read things and sometimes I know I should help. This was one of those times. We don't even need Chase yet, although I invited Emory."

Just then, Emory walked in the door. Damn, she's adorable.

"Hi," she said, holding out her hand. "I'm Emory. Damn. Too young for you, but not for you."

Assume Jalen's moan.

"I'm the CEO of JPMorgan Chase," said Emory. "I understand I'll be financing your investment."

"You're the CEO and not 9 yet?" said Kenrick.

"Right," she said.

"Your world is weird," said Kenrick.

"Not to me," I said. "Only world I know. Now, can we finish all this so we can fuck?"

"If there is an interest," said Tori.

Both men are just nodding. I'm not sure they could speak.

Damn, they're gorgeous.

Just then Hallie walked in.

My attorney. Now, you assumed Nylah and it might have been Nylah, but our age balance was wrong.

Hallie can fuck Kenrick. Hallie will fuck Kenrick. Guaranteed.

"Hi," said Hallie. "I'm Hallie. I'm your attorney for this transaction. I have everything prepared. Let's head over to city hall and get this done and then we can all fuck."

We're a little blunter now.

"I admit, I thought your attorney would be Nylah," said Jalen.

"Nylah can't fuck your dad," said Hallie.

Moans all around. We're a moaning culture. We left Jalen in charge and headed out with Hallie, who had brought an SUV. It is parked next to her plane, which is parked next to Emory's plane, which is parked next to my plane.

Lots of planes.

"You all have your own plane?" said Kenrick.

Dammit. Emory got it out first. But we payoff in this family.

"Hold that thought," said Hallie. "Let's go to the courthouse and get this done. Then it will be a consulate and we can all pay that off more vigorously."

"Vigorously?" squeaked Kenrick.

"Oh yeah," said Emory. "I'm fucking all three of them."

Kenrick looks a little confused. Emory laughed and looked around and then flipped up her dress briefly.

Emory has a nice cock.

Kenrick moaned.

"Sorry, not yet," said Emory. Kenrick's sad little puppy dog eyes said it all.

Jalen did a little dance. Yes, he walked outside with us.

That's when yet another plane dropped out of the sky.

And Juanita and Remei got off the plane. One over. One under.

Eighteen.

But Remei is 13. Good choices.

"Do beautiful women just drop from the sky often?" said Kenrick.

"Yep," I said. "Come on. A golf course that is a consulate? You'll be lucky to have open tee times."

Juanita and Remei introduced themselves to Kenrick.

Emory did her little flip again, to laughter from Juanita and Remei.

Who did it, too.

I am surprised Kenrick and Jalen didn't cum.

It is pretty hot. And I don't mean the temperature.

"We'll stay here with Jalen," said Remei.

"Not a consulate yet," I said.

"We know," said Juanita.

"Yet," said Remei.

Oh boy.

We all climbed into Hallie's SUV. Hallie, Emory, Kenrick, and me.

Tori stayed behind. She told me to text her when the deal is done.

You go, girl. Don't wear them all out.

Tori cackled in my head.

City hall wasn't far, especially since we flew. Kenrick clearly enjoyed it. Then again, he's in the front seat next to Hallie.

I want her. Oh wait! She's 16. Just kidding. I know to the day when everyone turns 18. Bill and I will damn near kill them the day before.

Well, we will.

We pulled up in front of City Hall. We all got out and a security guard accosted us. Yes, accosted.

"You can't leave your car there!" he shouted.

Hallie just smiled at him. The car lifted up and flew away.

"OK," she said and then walked past him. He's still staring at the SUV as it gets smaller and smaller. OK, I admit, we all find that hilarious. We walked in and Kenrick led us right to the office where the payment would be made. It was pretty clear that the woman behind the counter both recognized Kenrick and was surprised and displeased he is here.

Not going well.

"Good morning," he said, so damn cheerfully. "We're here to make the payment for the golf course. We're able to make the payment in full."

The woman laughed.

Never laugh.

"You and these children?" she laughed. "Yeah, I doubt it."

Emory handed Kenrick a check. Kenrick handed it to the woman.

"That is a cashier's check drawn from Chase Bank," said Emory. "For the full amount."

"Sure, sure, printed by the toddler on her home computer," she said. Then she tore up the check.

"What the heck?" said Kenrick. "That was a valid check."

"Sure it was," said the woman. "And she's the CEO of Chase Bank." She pointed at Emory.

Who snorted. Well, she did.

"May I politely suggest that you bring up the Chase Bank website? There is an About us link. The third item down is Leadership team. Click on that," said Emory. My impression is she has to do this a lot. OK, she's 8. She probably has to do this a lot. The woman did it and damn near snapped her neck going from the picture to Emory and back, over and over.

Then she just walked away. Went into the back and never came back.

"What do we do now?" asked Kenrick

That's when Nylah walked in. With Anderson Cooper. And a video crew.

Well played, Nylah.

He walked over and just nodded at us.

"I was hoping we could do a little interview?" said Anderson. "Live."

I nodded at Kenrick.

"Anderson Cooper reporting live from the St. Louis Courthouse," said Anderson. "Kenrick, tell us a little about what is going on."

"Well," said Kenrick. "I'm here to make payment in full for the city golf course as outlined by our contract, but the clerk just tore up the check and walked away." He picked up the check and held out the pieces.

"Emory," said Anderson. "As the CEO of Chase Bank, are you guaranteeing the check?

"Of course," said Emory. "If you could see it in the pieces, you'd see I signed the check personally. Luckily I anticipated shenanigans like this and brought another check."

Which she handed to Kenrick. We will reward her for shenanigans.

We must have drawn some interest, because a man came damn near running out of the back office to the counter. He's on the other side.

"You can't film here!" he shouted.

"Of course they can," said Hallie. "The city ordinances are quite clear."

Just then the doors burst open, and two security guards ran in with guns drawn.

This gets better and better.

They skidded to a stop and turned and are now standing there, not moving, pointing their guns at each other.

Well, we can't have them pointing them at us.

Anderson narrated the whole thing. He turned his camera to the official.

"Why are there guards with guns when all they're trying to do is make a payment?" said Anderson, so damn sincerely. I love the guy.

Of course he's invited to my ninth. Duh.

"Well, uh, we, uh, don't think, uh," he said.

"I can personally attest that Emory is the CEO of Chase Bank," said Anderson. "Given the CEO is actually in the room, it feels like the check should be acceptable."

"Well, there isn't a check anymore, now is there?" he said, with some smarm.

"Because your clerk tore it up," said Hallie. "As their attorney, I can assure you that has significant liability for this office and likely you personally."

OK, maybe not, but still.

"Nothing I can do," he said, still smarmy.

"Luckily I have another check," said Kenrick. Now he is in a quandary. Hard to tear it up on live TV.

"If you could just sign here," said Hallie, handing him the contract. "I've marked the spot."

He didn't want to. He really, really didn't want to.

But he did.

But it didn't end there. I'll let Nylah tell the story.

What a mess

This is Nylah. That whole situation was weird. Something is going down and all I can figure is that someone wants to do something with the land. It is gorgeous and you could easily develop an entire community and still have the golf course.

Ah.

We thought we had it all covered until we got back to the course.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Yes, three fucks.

You see, the entire course was torn up. Totally destroyed. They'd brought in what had to be big pickups and done donuts on the fairways, the tee boxes, and especially the greens.

Just a freaking mess.

It happened in broad daylight with what had to be dozens of trucks.

And no one saw a thing.

Yes, we have cameras. That are all covered with black spray paint now. It was the first thing they did.

"This sucks," said Jessica. "We called in a crew."

"You got here 30 seconds ago," said Jalen.

Jessica just let that go.

Tori walked up to us.

"I called them," she said. "Security and reconstruction."

A young woman walked up with a man. Both in uniform. If yoga shorts and a tight T-shirt, with a big gun strapped to their back is a uniform. She is stunning, with the most adorable small breasts. He's just as stunning.

I might have more varied interests now.

Still not freaking 9. Dammit.

"She does have sexy little breasts, doesn't she?" said the man. "I'm Bentley and this is my boss, Della."

"Your boss," said Jalen.

They both just nodded.

"And your daughter," said Jalen and they laughed and nodded.

"And you just admired her breasts," said Kenrick. Apparently that got an actual answer.

"Very much," said Bentley.

"Come on, Dad," said Jalen. "You'll like my cock now."

Well, I will too. I am sure Kenrick will, too.

"We know who did it," said Della. "We were able to recover video from the cameras."

"How?" said Jalen.

"Let's just leave it that we recovered video," said Della.

We would find out later that they sent drones back in time to film from the same angle.

I guess that's one approach.

Just then the biggest plane you have ever seen dropped down and hovered a few hundred feet above us. Oh, I've seen one. I can fly one. A giant door opened on the bottom and about a dozen small planes flew out and flew over the course. Suddenly the turf started just disappearing. The dirt was still there, but no grass at all, for the entire course as far as we could see.

"What the hell?" I said. "How is that better?"

Then they flew over again and dropped something.

"Is that seed?" asked Jalen and Jessica just nodded.

Then the little planes flew the entire course from the tee box at the first hole to the green at the 18th hole, both of which we could see from where we are standing. As they flew over a spot, grass appeared. Not just little sprouts. A full grown, complete golf course. It was born before our eyes. Then robot lawn mowers trimmed everything to perfection. The lawn mowers pulled off to the side and shut down. Finally the little planes flew into the big plane and the big plane flew off.

The course has never looked better.

Ever.

"What the hell was that?" said Kenrick. Good question.

"Just restoring the course. We'll leave the robot lawn mowers. They're pretty cool," said Tori. "Can we all go inside and fuck now, please?"

Apparently we can.

"So who was it that did all the damage?" I asked.

"A group of kids," said Tori. "The kids of four sitting council members who were brokering a deal to steal the course from you. It went pretty deep. The FBI arrested them all."

We get shit done.

This is all nuts

Not sure why, but this is Kenrick narrating now. Apparently I have been passed the pen

Whatever that means.

"I think you should run for council," said Jessica, to me.

"Me?" I said, clearly a little flustered. That's when yet another plane landed, and Princess Chris came off the plane.

"Yes," said Chris, joining a conversation as if she was here. I think they can read minds.

Given Jessica just snorted, I'm feeling I might be right.

"Just roll with it," said Jessica. "Let's go inside. We can talk about it while I'm bouncing on Jalen and Chris is bouncing on you."

"The Dionysus Talk Position," said Jessica and Chris together. Holy shit, that was quite a kiss.

I am enjoying all this.

Did I mention that with Jessica's investment, the course is a consulate now? We don't announce that, but hey, the office, right?

Jessica is having a bedroom suite built off the office.

And apparently I am running for council.

Yay!

The point of the story

That was a lot of story to not get to the actual story. This is Orlando, with Rylee. We're meeting with Brent, the chairman of AAMD. We have an afternoon appointment, but all went early to see the museum.

Why not?

We didn't start off well because we did not have enough chaperones. I'm the only adult. Seriously. Mom and Dad had to leave. Mom Pari stayed. So did Jessica and Bill, plus Tegan and Nan. Rylee, of course. Oh, and Cassiopeia and Phary.

Bill and I might not survive.

"You have eight children," said the docent at the desk. "We require on adult for every three kids."

"Well that's just stupid," said Jessica.

"Excuse me?" said the docent, all annoyed and shit.

"There are nine of us," said Jessica. "Every single one of us is a legal adult in the United States."

The docent laughed.

"The only way that is possible is if you're all members of the Dionysus extended royal family," she said.

It seemed like the right time to just wait her out. Given she is easily in her seventies, I did not expect the moan.

And her gazing longingly at each of us. One by one.

Ending in Bill.

Understandably.

But she let us in. She also slipped me her card with her cellphone written on the back. Julita.

Hell yes, I'm reaching out.

"We're taking a group to the Nibiru," said Jessica. "Invite Julita."

"I will," I replied. Wow, didn't expect the deep voice. Hey, open-minded. Likes art.

I'd do her.

We walked the museum and Julita ended up walking with us. She's incredibly knowledgeable.

"You're incredibly knowledgeable and clearly it goes beyond just this museum," I said.

Sometimes ya gotta say it out loud. She laughed.

"I was the department chair for sculpture at Bard," she said, with some pride. Deservedly so.

"One of the top art schools in the country," I said.

"You know your schools," she said.

Jessica snorted. Oh girl. It's on you now, which made her laugh.

"It was the snort, wasn't it?" said Julita. We all died laughing including Julita.

"Orlando has his MFA from Columbia and his doctorate from Harvard," said Jessica.

"But you're 18," said Julita.

This time it was Bill that snorted, but not for the reason I expected.

"You already read us all," said Bill. "You know this whole story."

Now, that's a look. Then she got an interesting look.

"You can tell when I do," she said. "Dammit. Just dammit."

OK, there is a story here.

"I'll bet that son of a bitch can do it, too," she said, laughing while she said it. Which is good.

I wasn't sure.

"You can, too," said Bill. "You feel it."

"What!" said Julita. "That's what that feeling is?"

"Probably," said Jessica. "We're going to a party and orgy later. Would you like to join us?"

OK then, Jessica, just put it out there.

Julita looked hesitant.

"I'd suggest you invite Marlin," said Jessica, with a smirk. Julita laughed.

"I didn't feel you read me," said Julita. "Maybe I can't actually do it."

"Nah," said Jessica. "I can do it without you knowing."

"You can?" said Cassiopeia. "Is that why you always win at strip poker?"

"No," said Jessica. "I would never cheat at strip poker. I win because I'm better at it than anyone else."

>From anybody but Jessica, that would sound like boasting. For Jessica, it is just stating a fact.

Jessica isn't human. Neither is Bill.

We've come to accept it.

Just then a striking man of about Julita's age strode up.

"What are you doing here?" said Julita. "Not that I mind, but, well, why?"

Then the man introduced himself as Marlin.

To Jessica.

"I invited him to the orgy," said Jessica.

"But you've been with me..." said Julita. "Oh. You're powerful."

"You have no idea," said Phary. "We don't think she's human."

Jessica just shrugged.

"I'm powerful, but not that much more powerful than the two of you," said Jessica. "May I?"

They both looked at her quizzically, but then you saw the same small smile.

Ah. The same small smile.

And I will be rewarded for quizzically.

Hopefully by Marlin and Julita.

"Really?" said both of them. Julita just shouted it with joy.

"Save it for the orgy," said Bill. "You can pay off naked."

Which appeals to all of us.

Hey, we're not ageist. They're gorgeous.

And twins.

Had you gotten there yet?

That haven't fully understood their powers. We'll teach them.

Fuck yeah.

The actual freaking meeting

"It's an honor to meet you both," said Brent, who walked around his desk to come meet us.

OK, we both laughed.

"No, it is not," said Rylee. Oh, this is Orlando.

Brent laughed.

"I love that you don't see it," said Brent. "But it really is. You are the most self-deprecating heroes in the world, but you really are heroes."

Well shit. We don't have to like it though.

"You don't have to like it though," added Brent.

See!

"Thank you, I guess," said Rylee. We really don't like it.

"So what can I do for you today?" he said, guiding us over to a little sitting area in his office. Rylee and I took the couch and he sat in the chair next to us. We had his full attention. Honestly, it is kind of nice. Regardless of how people view us, we're often underestimated, too.

"We came to talk about deaccessioning," I said.

The grimace on his face said it all.

"Arghh," he said. "I get the idea and the concept is wonderful in a world in which we do not live. The economic times have been tough for everyone except the ultrawealthy and that's the least likely group to donate to a museum. I don't get it, but I'm not that rich, but hoarding money when you have billions is confusing to me."

"To us, too," said Rylee. You got that right.

"So we have a suggestion," I said. "We would like to buy some art. A lot of art. The most valuable pieces in almost every museum."

"You can't," he said. "That is the problem with deaccessioning. You can only donate."

"That's what we want to discuss," said Rylee. "We all know that if we just made huge donations, it wouldn't be used effectively. It will either squeeze out small museums, or end up getting wasted, or both."

"Yep," said Brent. I am surprised he is so blunt.

"So we're proposing a modest change in the deaccessioning rules," I said.

"I'm listening," he said.

"We'd like to acquire the pieces, but with an annual lease to appropriate museums of a dollar a year. We would guarantee the lease for 99 years," I said. "Hopefully by then the world will be filled with better people."

Brent laughed.

"Well, if they follow your example, it will happen," he said. "What kind of a discount from appraisal would you be looking for?"

"We would pay 150% of appraisal," said Rylee.

Brent kind of stared at her for a bit. At some point in his revery, he realized he was staring at the tits of a 16-year-old girl. We've learned to recognize the facial expression when they realize.

We both laughed. That can't surprise you.

"Too bad we're not in Dionysus," said Rylee. Oh, is she going there?

"Why?" said Brent.

"Because we'd all be having this meeting naked and then fucking until neither of you could anymore," said Rylee.

She went there.

His face was hilarious. Shock, understanding, acceptance, moan.

Yep.

"You can't mean with you, of course," said Brent, trying to convince himself he wouldn't.

"Orlando," said Rylee. "Are you at least nine years old?"

"Yep," I said.

"Me too," said Rylee. She turned to Brent.

"All three of us," said Rylee. "We could both teach you things."

Damn, Rylee.

Brent shook it off. Literally. Like a wet puppy.

"While that's interesting," said Brent. "We're not in Dionysus."

That's when the light bulb went on for both of us. Rylee and me. Why are we discussing individual pieces of art?

Let's just buy entire museums.

Rylee looked at me and I nodded. I didn't even have to read her.

"About that," said Rylee. "I think we're going about this wrong. We're talking about individual pieces of art. That would require significant effort to manage. Let's make it easier. Let's just buy entire museums."

Now Brent is openly staring.

"Entire museums?" choked out Brent.

"Sure," said Rylee. "And I'd make your office a consulate."

He got a quizzical face.

"Why?" said Brent.

"Because when you're in a consulate, you are legally in that country," said Rylee. "So your office would be in the country of Dionysus and all our rules would apply."

I think Brent's head is about to explode. Probably both heads. Rylee is being very careful to not smile too big.

It would be messy.

Did I mention that Brent is the single dad of 12-year-old Porsha and 10-year-old Nickolas?

Weird spellings. Cute kids. We did our homework, right?

"Heck," said Rylee. "I'll make your house a consulate."

Now, that was an impressive moan.

"You mean I could...we could...at home?" he said.

Rylee and I both laughed.

"Your kids already are," said Rylee.

Brent got a quizzical look.

"Yeah," he said. "I'll bet they are. The kids get all this. They know it is good for them."

"And damn fun," added Rylee.

Another moan.

"Why don't we start with your museum," said Rylee. She sent a quick text and got an almost immediate reply.

Then she threw out a dollar figure.

"Wow," said Brent.

And Rylee. And she freaking said it.

"It was predictable. We'll pay that off at the appropriate time," said Rylee. "What would be the approval process?"

"Now, that's an odd twist," said Brent. "We actually valued the museum. I suspect almost every major entity in the world has valued themselves with a scant hope that you'll buy it. Your price is, almost to the dollar, 150% of our valuation."

"Maybe even to the exact dollar," added Brent. "In our case, if such an offer above our valuation came in from Dionysus, I am already approved to accept it."

"Well then," said Rylee. "Say the words I accept and then we'll pay off the jinx."

We had to wait for a little moan.

"I accept," he said, in the most glorious guttural voice.

Rylee stood up and sat on his legs facing him. She pulled down her top. A romper, of course. She took one of his hands and put it on her left breast. She took the other and showed him how he could slide in the leg hole of her romper.

Which he did quite effectively. Then she kissed him.

Mid-kiss two kids ran into the office and watched for a moment before Brent realized. It was their movement that caught his eye.

You see, they were undressing. He broke the kiss, possibly just in time. OK, likely just in time.

"What are you doing?" said Brent, a little freaked out.

"Well," said Porsha. "If she's topless and you're damn near mauling her, it means that somehow, some way, your office is a consulate. So as soon as she gets off your lap, Nickolas and I are going to undress you and then you are going to fuck us both."

"Both?" squeaked Brent.

"Both," said Nickolas.

Which is how we ended up having an orgy in Brent's office. And met his very nice assistant Faviola, who, until today, I don't think Brent knew was MtF.

I think her fucking him in the ass kind of reinforced the information. The middle of a train, too.

He was fucking Rylee at the time.

I think we own a museum.

The first of many. This is cool.

"Perhaps you could do introductions to other museum directors," said Rylee. Brent cumming all over Rylee right at that moment is a little hilarious.

But we'll all clean her up.

This is going to be fun.

Favorite line: "Sure you do," said Amy. "You just don't use beds quite as efficiently as we do."

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