21 August 2023

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I love email. If you give me a story line, I'll name a character after you. I really need ideas for fun situations. Get it?

Three Queens

Could be a poker game.

Could be a drag queen party.

Or it could be three legit queens.

Ruby, here. I got a call from Martha, Queen Elizabeth's Director of Protocol. We chat pretty frequently. I know she keeps in touch with Chris, too. Sometimes Martha comes to visit, too.

Martha is fun.

The reason for her call is that the Queen, you know, the real one, was lamenting that while she had met Queen Amy, she had never met Queen Pari. Martha wondered if I could arrange an informal visit. Not a big state dinner. Just three Queens and two Princesses hanging out for a bit.

The princesses being Chris and me.

Yes, I am a princess now. No, I don't know why.

So a girls trip. With the Queen.

She's pretty cool. I visit the Queen at least monthly. We usually have tea. I've taken her into space more than once, too. Her security team hates it but come on. She's almost a hundred years old. Let her have some fun.

So this Saturday, we're taking the Queen to Legoland. No seriously. We are. You see, there is a Legoland very close to the Windsor Castle where the Queen is living. I checked about housing in the area, and it turns out an estate literally next door to the Queen had come on the market. It is stupidly overpriced.

Like I care.

I texted the acquisition team that we would be staying there on Friday night for the weekend, and they needed to make that happen.

They did.

I'm the Minister of Fun, not the Director of Protocol, although I think that might be me, too. Regardless, I went around Martha. She'll understand. She actually appreciates it when I take my most outrageous ideas directly to Liz because it doesn't put her in the middle.

And yes, we call her Liz.

I texted Liz. Yes, I text the Queen. I gave her one of our phone/tablets. She loves it. She watches YouTube videos on it.

I'm thinking of giving her access to DTube.

Do you think her heart can take it?

Anyway. I'd already gotten agreement that the Queen would go to Legoland, which kind of blew away Martha. Even better, she agreed to wear a swimsuit and go to the waterpark.

I am taking the Queen of England to a waterpark.

Liz is fun. We might be bringing a little of it out of her. Our role in the world, right?

But my last text was inviting her over for a girls' weekend sleepover at my new house. Which she excitedly accepted.

Martha was a touch surprised.

I did give her security team access in advance so they could check out the house. In fact, almost like clockwork, it was hilarious. Oh, I wasn't there.

Della was. I'll let her take a short tangent.

The Queen's security

Apparently Ruby is having a Queen's sleepover. Three Queens and two Princesses. She apologized for not inviting me, but said she'd try to the next time. It was a small get together in her new freaking giant mansion.

Next door to Windsor Castle.

I was cutting it close, so I floated down into the driveway in my S-88. There were two large SUVs with a group of overdressed folks standing next to them.

I'm in a romper.

Which can't surprise you.

Now, it is a uniform romper, complete with my star over my left breast. OK, baby A cups, but I like them. Given I am only 12, I still have time. My mom, asshole that she is, has nice B cups.

I'd be OK with that. Hell, if I'm stuck with my little A cups I'd be OK. I have amazing nipples.

Well I do. Although I do not know why I went down a path discussing my nipples.

You're welcome.

I came down the stairs and surprise, they all ignored me. I closed the stairs and just waited. Finally one of them came over.

"What are we waiting for?" he said, to me.

"Don't know," I said. "You're all just milling about. Seems like you would want to go inside."

"We're waiting for the representative of the kingdom," he said, with a little snark.

"I've been here for a bit," I said.

OK, props to the guy.

"My sincere apologies," he said. "We have not had much exposure to your culture, but powerful young women are well known. I should have known."

That's when he caught the star. Pretty sure he was scoping out my little breasts, but hey, that's OK. Given my romper is quite tight and my nipples are just hammering it out, it is kind of expected you'll look.

"Does the star represent your rank?" he asked. Wow. He went there.

"Yes," I said. "I've never been here either, so we'll learn together. We've only owned the estate for a few hours, but my security team has already made significant enhancements. We'll check them out together."

Which is when Dad walked down the front steps of the freaking mansion.

"All secure, General," he said, to me, ever so politely. Then he saluted. I am sure he was trying to make a point, but I just couldn't.

I laughed. The he laughed and held open his arms.

I went in for a hug. We kept it appropriate. Mostly. No big orgasm inducing kiss.

It would have been sticky for him.

And I suspect my romper turns transparent when I cum. I will be testing that later, after they leave. With Dad.

I caught a look on security lead's face. What was it?

Holy shit. A little envy. About the hug. Dad caught it, too.

And held open his arms again.

To my surprise and likely to his surprise, the dude went in for the hug. A very fine, if mostly chaste, hug.

If you overlooked their hardons.

I did not overlook them. Neither did his team, of two men and a woman. A freaking stunning woman. Oh, who am I kidding.

I'd do them all.

"Perhaps we could do introductions," said Dad. "I'm Colonel Bentley. We use first names. I'm General Della's XO."

"There's a resemblance," said the dude, who we found out is Nolan. His number two is Evelyn, which makes me happy. That she's leadership. I am hopeful she will make me happy in other ways, too. The other two are Wesley and Lorenzo.

Yes, yes, I would fuck them all.

OK, possibly implied in our world.

"That's because he's my dad," I said.

"Your dad is your XO," said Evelyn.

"Sure," said Dad. "Responsibilities are based on your abilities. Age and gender are truly meaningless to us. General Della is by far the most qualified for the job."

"What exactly is your job?" said Wesley.

I looked at Dad. He shrugged.

"OK," I said. "I'll tell you, but this is highly confidential. I have to be able to trust you."

"Ma'am," said Lorenzo. "We're the security detail for the Queen. You can count on our confidence."

He has a point. Now, the US Secret Service? I don't trust them. Understandably.

"I'm the commander of our Zeta forces," I said.

"Wow," said all four of them.

All. Four. Of. Them.

Oh God, you know we waited. I didn't think it was going to happen, but finally.

Wesley. Yeah, surprised me, too. He's the elder statesman of the group. Probably about fifty.

Sexy AF.

He just laughed after he said it, but the looks he was getting from the other three were so clear.

Lust.

"OK," I said. "Some choices here. We can all ignore that. But before you make your choices, you should be aware that you are not actually in England anymore. You're in the country of Dionysus."

Evelyn moaned. She freaking moaned.

Then she walked over and stood in front of Wesley, with her arms open.

Holy shit, that was a kiss. He swept her up in his arms and held her by her very fine ass.

He made it. Barely.

She didn't.

She hugged him tight, and he held on until she calmed down and then he set her down. Evelyn is not a small woman. Think Leslie. Tall and muscular. Not a waif.

Wesley continues to turn me on.

He turned and faced the other two members of the team. The male members of the team.

And opened his arms.

Lorenzo just sort of drifted in and it was a quick peck. Not impressive.

Wesley turned to Nolan, their boss.

I thought the kiss with Evelyn was good, no great.

This was better. There is a lot of heat in that kiss.

Do you think they'll figure out they're a trio?

"In your world," said Evelyn. "A kiss like that with you wouldn't be out of bounds."

I didn't answer. I demonstrated.

Not with Evelyn.

With Dad.

It was quite a kiss. We're not a couple, but we love each other in so many ways.

I will have him later.

"Your dad?" squeaked Wesley.

"You absolutely have to know our rules," I said.

He let out a little moan. A peep.

I just raised my eyebrows.

Then there was a moan.

>From Nolan.

Evelyn gave him a look. Of lust.

Then she nodded.

"I have a 12-year-old daughter," said Nolan. Then he waited. Evelyn has a small smile on her face.

"I have a 9-year-old son," said Evelyn.

"And they're best friends, which surprises you, and have a small circle of friends of both ages," I said. "You're continually surprised how respectful they are and the depth of their wisdom."

All four of them are staring at me now. Wesley's look hardened.

"You did that much research on us?" said Wesley, in a dark tone.

Dad and I laughed.

"Had no idea who you were until we met," I said, laughing.

"But you could," said Wesley, in a softer tone.

"Sure," I said. "You have to understand that nothing can be hidden from us."

"Then how did you know?" asked Evelyn.

This is when you wait them out. It was actually Lorenzo that figured it out first, at least by his moan.

The other three turned and looked at him. He just shook his head no. He didn't want to answer. The uptight dude in the group.

By then, Evelyn had caught on.

"You think they're all fucking," said Evelyn.

"I know they're all fucking," I said. "At least the evidence points that way. And you need to pretend you don't know."

I think he regretted it, but Dad said one word.

"Or," said Dad. Now we're all looking at Dad. Particularly since that word somehow had at least five syllables.

"You could ensure they're all enrolled in our school here," said Dad. "You know it would be great for them and their friends."

OK, not where I thought he was heading, but a good idea.

"We live too far," said Evelyn. "I've thought about it."

"Not hard enough," I said. "Every student gets transportation for free with a JetsonCar. Every day. If they do after school activities, they still get the ride."

"You expect my 12-year-old to ride home alone in a JetsonCar," said Nolan.

"I'm 12," I said. I just left it there for a minute.

"Wow," said all four of them again.

OK, that makes me laugh.

Particularly that it was Lorenzo that shouted it with such glee.

Liking him a little better now.

"Now, this might stretch your boundaries," I said. "But if it was me, I would wait and pay that off inside."

"Why?" said Lorenzo.

"Because then we could all be naked and it would kick off the orgy," said Dad. I looked at Dad and he just shrugged.

"But I'd suggest we invite the kids over first," I said.

Which was when a JetsonCar landed. With Norah and Easton in it.

And that can't surprise you. Neither can Nylah laughing in my head.

It is not always Jessica.

Just mostly Jessica.

We actually did the security review first. You kind of have to get the business out of the way. My team had built scanners into the door frames. Not metal detectors. Scanners. As in we would find absolutely anything. I demonstrated by taking them all into the security room and showing them what they had brought through the door.

Then they saw my picture. The scanner shows me with a good size ion gun strapped to my back.

"Why does the scanner show a gun on your back?" said Evelyn.

Now there is a gun on my back.

"What the fuck?" said Nolan.

Norah and Easton are laughing.

"You cloaked just the gun," said Easton. Norah is nodding.

Now I am, too.

"We'd catch it with metal detectors," said Nolan.

"Not while it is cloaked, I'll bet," said Norah.

"It is only showing up on their scanner because they know how to detect a cloak," said Easton.

"You can't even cloak," said Easton. "They're decades if not hundreds of years ahead of you."

Well we are.

The security review is now over.

We're fucking now. I admit I was surprised how comfortable they all were with it. Apparently the existence of Dionysus has made adults think differently. They're less constrained by their beliefs than their opportunities.

Lorenzo is a freak.

And I mean that as admiration.

Norah and Easton brought spatulas. Kids these days.

Always prepared.

The foursome with Nolan, Evelyn, Norah, and Easton was electric.

Then add in Lorenzo. And Wesley.

Then it got a little crazy.

I love my job.

I'm so excited

This is the first time that I have been this excited about something that didn't involve sex in a long time. I started to say our wedding, but that was pretty sex filled.

This is Pari, by the way. I get to meet Queen Elizabeth. I'm pretty freaking excited. We're meeting at Ruby's new house and then going to Legoland.

With the freaking Queen.

Well, a collection of them. We should invite other Queens.

Well, we should.

Amy, Ruby, Chris, and I are dressed pretty conservatively, at least for us. We're in suits with wraps. Nothing is sheer.

Dammit.

Nothing is overly tight. No butt cheeks. Modest cleavage. Well, not really me. Not all that much going on yet.

Kind of like Chris.

Oh, they just pulled up. Holy shit. The Queen just hopped out of a McLaren.

>From the driver's seat. If I am not mistaken, a 765LT Spider. With the top down. Hell of a car.

She damn near bounded over to us. She gave Ruby a big hug.

"I can't believe you did it," said Liz. "They're so expensive."

"Not to us," said Ruby. "Belen owns McLaren."

"Of course she does," said Liz. "Now I must meet Queen Pari. The rest of you are old friends."

She turned to me and walked over. She held me by my upper arms.

"Just look at you," said Liz. "You're simply gorgeous. Your accomplishments precede you. You have revolutionized education. I can see how they would find you enchanting. Please call me Liz. All my friends do."

I'm not sure I can speak.

"I don't think I've ever seen Pari at a loss for words," said Ruby.

"It's a little overwhelming," I said.

"Well it shouldn't be," said Liz. She walked over and hooked her arm in Pari's and walked her back to her car.

I think I have to pass the pen.

My new buddy, Liz

Did she just snort? OK, I'm pretending I didn't hear it.

"Pari, you're riding with me," said Liz. "May I call you Pari?"

I think that broke me free. I laughed.

"Of course!" I said.

We got to the car and split up and opened our own doors.

"Ma'am," said Nolan. Yes, we've all been briefed on the security team.

We're all hopeful. Della wouldn't tell us anything about, you know.

Hopeful.

Back to now.

I saw the look Liz gave him. The corners of his mouth curled up just a bit.

"I just wanted to say that we'll follow right behind you," said Nolan.

Well played, dude. I saw that look. You weren't winning.

Did I mention that Liz is in a very flattering swimsuit?

"And Chris," said Liz. "Sending someone to personally create a flattering suit for me. You're so kind. Mia and Timmy were so much fun."

If I didn't know better, I would have italicized fun.

Did Liz just wink at me?

Oh hell, I'd do her in a heartbeat. Come on. She's powerful.

We like powerful women of all ages.

"You actually remind me of a girlfriend," said Liz, as we got in the car. "We were so close and then my life intruded."

I shouldn't. I know I shouldn't.

I read her. Carefully. I got an image of her friend, Beatrix. A name and an almost 90-year-old picture.

Colby is on it.

It took him less time than it did for us to drive to Legoland. Which is almost next door.

"Found her," thought Colby. "She's alive and living in an assisted living facility no more than six kilometers from you. According to her medical records, she's alert and going strong. She outlived her kids."

"So we're changing our plans," said Liz.

"You read me!" I said and she laughed.

"Only after you read me," she said. If she knew, she's powerful.

And that does not surprise me.

"Let's go get her and take her with us," said Liz. "There's a suit in the trunk that I'll bet fits her. Mia gave it to me and told me to bring it today. She likely had a small premonition."

Loving Liz even more.

Maybe, just maybe.

Liz just snorted. I hope that means yes.

The nav is now pointed to the Assisted Living facility. Automatically. Liz headed that way at speed.

Remember, she's driving.

I think her detail is perplexed.

Come on. Perplexed.

I called the head of the detail and explained. It took him until the end of the conversation to realize it.

"How did you get this number?" he said. Nolan. God yes, I would. But you knew that.

I admit, I just laughed.

"We know everything," I said, hanging up.

Because we do. Liz is laughing.

I like Liz.

We pulled into the parking lot and Liz whipped into a parking place and was out of the car before I was. She is speed walking to the entrance. I barely caught up and opened the door for her. She blew right through at a pace that would have just smacked her if I hadn't been quick enough.

"I knew you'd be there," thought Liz.

Powerful.

We walked up to reception just as Nolan and Evelyn ran through the door. If the receptionist had any doubts as to the identity of the woman in front of her, two clearly armed agents literally running in the door likely cemented her perception.

A lotta good words in that sentence.

"How may I be of service, your majesty?" she said, and then curtsied. Quite well. That's when she finally noticed me.

A little swoon is always appreciated.

"And to you, your highness," she said.

"What exactly does your highness mean?" I said. "Highness? Sounds like a reference to weed."

Liz laughed out loud, which confused the poor receptionist.

"I have wondered the same thing for decades!" said Liz. "But the correct protocol for you would also be your majesty because you are a queen. Your highness would be reserved for Princess Chris and Princess Ruby."

You would have thought she could answer it. Highness. WTF.

And in came Ruby and Chris.

In their swimsuits.

It is breathtaking. Even to the Queen.

To both of us. You see, our companions have gotten more comfortable. As in they no longer have tops.

Whee!

Ruby is wearing a high cut bikini bottom in the coolest shade of neon orange. It is just perfect for her. That's all she's wearing.

No, not quite right. She has on swim shoes.

Chris is similarly dressed, but hers is hot pink.

Mine is royal blue. It felt appropriate. Off came my top.

Why not.

Yes, we are topless now with the Queen. The other queen. We didn't count on the retirement home visit.

This is confusing.

And last to arrive is the other Queen.

Amy.

Her suit is neon yellow.

Her breasts are incredible. The Queen gasped.

Liz.

Understandably so.

"Ah, to be a little younger," said Liz. Who is wearing her suit. It is quite flattering.

This all is overwhelming the poor woman behind the counter.

"We're here to see Beatrix," said Liz. That broke the poor woman out of her daze.

"She's in the sunroom. Right through those doors," she said, pointing down the hall.

And off we went. Four topless women and the Queen.

That there is a porn title.

Liz took my arm and we swept into the sunroom. Yeah, swept. At speed. We didn't slow down until we were standing next to a woman sitting by the window at a table with three chairs.

Liz pointed at the one on the right and sat down in the one in the middle, next to Beatrix.

"Took you long enough," said Beatrix, with a smile.

Liz has a nice laugh.

"It took these nice young women to make it happen," said Liz.

"Not sure what they're making happen, but I'm in," said Beatrix.

OK, two randy women approaching 100 years old.

Feels about right.

"We're going to the water park," said Liz.

"Got a suit for me?" said Beatrix. Ruby handed her the suit.

Which she proceeded to change into right there in the sunroom. Two things about that.

First, I have my dream for when I hit 100.

Second, not one person in the sunroom was surprised.

Not one.

Two men at another table openly gazed, when they could take their eyes off Amy. And Chris. And Ruby.

OK, maybe a little of me.

So did several women.

I'm pretty confident this living facility has regular orgies.

Also a dream in my future.

I think I need a ride to the theme park. Liz and Beatrix were off to the car.

I rode with Amy. I will ride Amy.

You understand the difference.

We were not far from the Legoland, and we followed Liz right up to valet parking. She and Beatrix hopped out of the McLaren. Yes, hopped. I do not believe I have ever had that much energy. For some reason the valet was a little surprised. You know, just Queen Elizabeth hopping out of a McLaren. Just an average day as a valet at Legoland, am I right?

We had the best day. I can't remember when I laughed that much. Liz just treated us all as her best friends. There might be a modest age gap between us, but that didn't change a thing. Every ride. Now, maybe not quite as much fun as the last Legoland adventure I narrated. Now, that's not fair. Less sex. Just as fun.

Can you believe I said that?

Wow.

We finally wore out late afternoon. I got the group together.

"Why don't we head back to the house. I had dinner catered. We can eat out by the pool in our suits," I said.

"Or out of our suits," said Beatrix.

Then she smiled me into the ground. Almost literally. Luckily Chris is quick and caught me.

Tonight is going to be epic.

We headed back to the house. Liz and Beatrix in the McLaren, of course. They jogged into the house just jabbering and laughing, in their adorable swimsuits.

Did you catch the part where they jogged?

We did have a glorious dinner by the pool. We swam some more and laughed. We even made s'mores over the firepit.

Just regular s'mores.

Darn it.

We finally all just wore down.

"Perhaps you could how us to our rooms," said Liz.

I walked Liz and Beatrix into the guest wing and showed them to their rooms. They're quite nice, each with an ensuite bath.

And a connecting door. Which I showed them.

Then I left them alone.

Wouldn't you?

Now next time...

What a day.

The Queen's security team

Della, here. I asked Pari for a favor from her new buddy. Which is why I am now waiting with Pari for our audience with the Queen. And tea.

I'm having tea with the freaking Queen.

"Two of them," said Pari, with a laugh.

Wow. That's true. I know we all laugh about our monarchy, but it was pretty obvious when I was introduced that Liz and Pari are peers in every way. Yes, she told me to call her Liz.

Our lives have changed since that fateful interview. From Australia to London and tea with the Queen.

Fuck you, Mom.

Still kind of pissed at her. Still haven't heard from her. Fuck her and not in a good way.

Oh my. We were just escorted in to meet the queen

Who insisted I just call her Liz.

"You're Pari's friend which means you're my friend," said Liz.

Oh my God.

We sat down and had tea. Tea!

Not sure why tea excited me so much.

"So Pari tells me you want a favor," said Liz, just so casually as she took a sip of tea.

Then Liz laughed.

"We call it the look," said Liz. "When they're just kind of frozen like that."

Pari just nudged me. Thanks girl.

"Well, it really isn't a favor for me directly," I said. "I'd like to give dual citizenship to your four key security officers."

"Oh my," said Liz. "Then they could all marry."

"You knew?" said Pari.

"Before they did," said Liz.

In a different world, Liz would have been a player.

"What makes you think I wasn't in this world?" said Liz.

Who then smiled me into the ground.

Not the expected outcome of this meeting.

"I feel bad about the puddle," I said.

"Don't. Not the first, likely not the last," said Liz.

Loving her even more.

So I smiled at her.

Nope. Mine wasn't the last.

Kind of a weird meeting with two queens, but fun!

"I only have one request," said Liz. "I want to attend the wedding. In Robertville."

Now, that's a gleam in her eye.

That's when all four walked into the room.

"You called ma'am?" said Nolan.

Really? Who? How?

"Your assistant let us know," added Evelyn.

Which made Liz snort. We let it slide. You follow, right? She can think to her assistant.

There is a lot more to Liz than the world knows.

"Yes, my dear, there is," said Liz.

Liz turned to the agents.

"I have agreed to allow the four of you to be dual citizens in Dionysus," said Liz. "So that you may all marry."

They appear dumbfounded.

"That's the look," said Liz. They appear to be confused about why the three of us are laughing.

Because it is funny, of course.

"So we may marry?" said Evelyn.

"Surely you know you're a quad," said Liz. "It is pretty obvious. If only..."

Probably best she left it there.

Wesley broke out of it first.

"Thank you ma'am," said Wesley.

"But it includes my attending the wedding in Robertville," said Liz.

There's the look again.

"You would attend our wedding ma'am?" said Evelyn.

"In Robertville?" squeaked Nolan.

"Yes," said Liz.

"Very well ma'am," said Nolan. "Is there anything else?"

"Yes," said Pari. She handed them a keycard.

"This is for the Presidential Suite at the Connaught," said Pari. "The hotel is owned by the kingdom. It is yours for the week. Liz has given you all the week off."

"I have?" said Liz.

"Yes you have," said Pari, which made Liz laugh.

"Yes, I have," said Liz, still laughing.

The four seem confused.

"We wouldn't be able to," said Evelyn, nodding at Nolan. "Our children."

"You did not listen closely enough," said Pari. "The hotel is owned by the kingdom."

They're still not following. Wow.

"She means the kids can go with you and all six of you can fuck," said Liz.

That was unexpected. She is getting the look from all of us.

She's just laughing.

I love this woman.

Who just smiled me into the ground.

"Go!" said Liz, to the four of them.

"The kids will meet you there," said Pari.

After the four left, Liz turned to Pari.

"You're powerful if you could communicate to both kids from here," said Liz.

"More than you might realize," said Pari. "I'm not the most powerful but I can comfortably think to people on other planets. I'm pretty invulnerable. I can fly."

Then she floated a book off Liz's desk to her hand.

Then Liz did it.

Interesting.

"Who is on another planet right now?" said Liz.

Pari looked at me. I just shrugged. She just sat for a second.

Asking people.

"Bob," said Pari.

Liz sat there quietly for a minute.

Then she laughed.

"He told me a simply horrible Dad joke," said Liz.

"Yeah, that was Bob," said Pari.

Now we're all laughing.

"I'm sorry girls," said Liz. "I've got to run. Keep me posted on the weddings."

"Plural?" said Pari.

"The two kids will marry, too," said Liz, as she left the room.

"Yeah," I said. "They will."

More power to them.

It is quite the event

It really is going to be quite a wedding. Weddings.

This is Pari. I guess I'll be the scribe. Liz and Beatrix arrived over a week ago.

They seem to be enjoying themselves.

We've left them almost completely alone. This is their time.

You understand, right?

OK, you're reading this journal. Of course you understand. Oh, they just walked into the living room. They don't even seem that startled that I am bouncing up and down on Rylee.

Yes Rylee.

It is a big double-ended dildo.

"That's one of our favorites," said Beatrix.

Well now.

Just then Bob came out of the same hall. Naked. Drenched in sweat. Barely able to walk.

He didn't.

"Oh, yes he did," said Liz, laughing.

"Whee!" said Beatrix.

You go, Bob. He kind of limped over to us.

"Just wanted you all to know I'm going to shower and take a nap," said Bob, softly. Then he limped off towards the master suite.

Wow.

"We're looking for Amy," said Beatrix. How handy that Amy just walked in. Also naked. OK, Liz using a finger to swipe the cum from Amy's leg was unexpected.

"Mmm," said Liz. "Juanita."

Oh. My. God.

"If we recall from the journal," said Liz. OK, that one doesn't surprise me. I gave them both access.

"Oh yes," said Beatrix. "The journal has been very inspirational."

Just then, in the background, Tim and Horacio limped past. I think Tim was helping Horacio walk, too.

I aspire to wear men down that much.

Wow. I just took a short nap right here. Why?

Liz and Beatrix both smiled at me.

A little woozy, here.

Did I mention that Rylee fell over when I did?

Damn.

"Back to my point," said Liz. "We would like you to marry us."

"That would be controversial," said Amy, in such a calm voice.

"Which is why everyone that attends will be keeping it secret," said Liz.

"Not sure who is invited, but you think we can all keep it secret," said Amy.

"Yes!" shouted both Liz and Beatrix.

Wow. I learned eleven new things.

Eleven.

I wish we had known them longer.

"We do, too," said Liz, softly.

Gotcha, Liz.

"Yes," said Amy. "To both the question that I will marry you and that we can all keep it a secret."

After we sent the six wedding participants off on their honeymoon, we held another wedding. You know that was after the first wedding orgy, right?

The first.

We won't share much more. Liz did say that, for the journal, we could share that their wedding orgy was, and I quote, legendary.

Oh yes it was.

H2, here. Just a little story between two amazing stories. I have an interesting dilemma and am going to have to work through it. I have a new student, Walker, who is deaf. He's really bright, and he's in my 11th grade English class, so all that is cool. Did I mention I'm teaching some high school now? It is so different than where I came from. In my past life, high schoolers were ugly. Not physically. Just kind of mean. Not here. I guess I should clarify that, because my comments were based more on chronological age than grade. Teenagers are hormonal and trying to make something of themselves and trying to figure out sex.

I'm pretty sure it is hormones that causes the problems. Their body tells them one thing and their culture tells them another. From the 16-year-old boy that wants to get laid to the 17-year-old girl whose parents have filled her head with abstinence crap, you have a lot of confused kids.

Not here. By 16 years old, almost all of them have been fucking their brains out for years. Those that aren't have the space to make their decisions when they're comfortable. In fact, I'm going to go on a tangent. I have a girl in my class named Wanda. She hates her name, but that is not the point. Wanda is a virgin. Oh, she's played around a little, but just hasn't felt ready to fuck. Oh, you thought I'd say something like go all the way. We don't use euphemisms here. No confusion on what you meant. If you mean fuck, say fuck. It won't hurt us.

Anyway, last Thursday we were discussing Romeo and Juliet and the symbolism. Suddenly, in the middle of a sentence, Wanda stood up. She walked over to Randall, who has been her best friend for longer than they have lived here. She held out her hand and out of habit, he took it, looking up at her.

"It's time," she said. She pulled him out of the chair and headed towards the door. We all just watched. At the door she turned around.

"Why aren't you all following us?" said Wanda. So we did. Even me. She led us down to the wrestling rooms and found a quiet spot in the last room. She had been dropping clothes all the way from the classroom, and Randall, not being stupid, had been doing the same. No one else did. I think everyone knew this was momentous.

I simply loved that her classmates picked up all their clothes and as soon as we got into the room, their carefully folded clothes were put on a shelf.

We got in the room and Randall asked her to sit down first. He had the sweetest heart to heart with her about her decision, clearly giving her a chance to back out without embarrassment. She answered.

But not by saying anything. She crawled over, pushed him onto his back, and climbed up and sat on his legs. Damn, they are attractive kids. I could feel my own tingle.

"Do I have your permission to fuck?" she said to Randall. He smiled the biggest smile.

"Oh yes," he said. With that, she lifted herself up and dropped down onto his cock, fast and hard. She let out a yelp and sat there for a minute.

"That was more than a pinch," she said. After a minute or so, she started tentatively raising up and down. Then she got faster. Then she was a blur. OK, maybe not a blur. We don't have anyone with superspeed. Do we?

Anyway, Randall was doing his best to get her off. Nipples. Clit. Everywhere he could touch or lick.

And it worked. She just exploded and we could all tell he did, too. It was amazing. She fell into his arms, and they just hugged and hugged.

Then he started moving. Oh my. He'd gotten hard again, still inside her. So we patiently watched and enjoyed their second time. He'd rolled her over and we could see him whispering something, but not hear it. She laughed and we could all tell she said yes, just as she exploded again. Randall rode it for a while, but then he pulled out and just covered her with cum. Head to toe. Lots and lots of cum.

Which is how the entire class ended up naked and licking Wanda off. She asked if I would do the actual clean out. You know.

I was honored and kissed half of it to her and half to Randall. When we were done, I sent everyone but Randall and Wanda to the showers. OK, by over I meant that everybody had fucked themselves out. Hell, I'd been fucked four times. Our breaks are legendary.

I just wanted to make sure that Wanda and Randall were in a good place. They were both laughing.

"Why did I wait so long!" said Wanda.

"Me too," said Randall, softly. I held up my hand to stop Wanda, because she was still talking.

"This was your first time?" I asked and he nodded. Wanda was clearly in shock.

"Are you OK with this?" I asked. This time he broke into a huge grin and nodded yes. I could see Wanda figuring something out and I suspect I was thinking the same thing.

"You were waiting for me," said Wanda. His smile just glowed, and he nodded.

Hot damn.

I'm pretty sure they're soulmates. I'm pretty sure they know that, too.

This is the part of the story where you probably figure that in Dionysus, Wanda is 10 and Randall is 11.

Nope.

Wanda is 17 years old. This was a big deal. Randall is 14 years old. I think that was part of their challenge. In their old lives, no 17-year-old girl was going to date a 14-year-old boy. Just being friends was probably even a problem. It took Romeo and Juliet to convince her she needed to take action.

I should mention I got an invitation to their wedding today. Yep, soulmates. What I just described happened two weeks ago.

They know.

So back to the actual point of this story, the fact that Walker is deaf. Walker moved here from St. Louis, so he knows American Sign Language (ASL). The kids in the class gave me serious grief the first day that they hadn't been taught sign language.

They all learned it that afternoon. From YouTube tutorials. With Walker walking around and helping them make the shapes with their fingers.

All of them. Every single student.

In the school. Not my homeroom.

The school. Then, by the end of the week, every student, in every school, knew American Sign Language, which is known as ASL. There are others, but the students did the research and decided ASL was a good first sign language.

Did I mention that the students insisted on the faculty and staff doing it, too. All of us. World-wide.

We're not as good as they are, yet.

Oh, and when I meant all the schools, which includes Los Angeles schools that Ruby and Pari bought. That included what, another 100,000 kids? Oops, Mississippi, too. Charlotte. Puerto Rico. All of Lebanon. New York City. You get the idea. Lots of kids. I started to say that the kids could communicate without their parents understanding, but pretty much all of our students know a dozen or two languages that their parents didn't. OK, probably conservative. I'll bet most are over a hundred.

Oh, and they're learning more. You know they are.

But back on track. Walker is a player. He might be deaf, but he is cute and funny, once you know sign language. The first thing he taught everyone to sign was for you I have no boundaries. Then he declared a shortcut. You just point at someone and give them a thumbs up.

We all recognize it. I do because Walker is in my homeroom and random people will walk in and sign it to him. It is almost like there is a sign-up list because someone appears to do it every day at the beginning of his free period.

I just looked. The sign-up page is on the website. The girl that did it today is from Chicago. Tomorrow's signup is from Oceanus. He's cute, too. Walker is right in the middle of the continuum.

I didn't scroll to the bottom of the list, but it told me when I signed up I was number 793.

I wonder where Walker will be over two years from now.

I'll probably find him that day. I put it in my calendar. By the time I looked again, he was over 2,000.

Then again, he doesn't bring an apple to his teacher every day. He brings one load. Load. Got it?

I love this job. Do you know one of the things I really love? Walker's not the only person that does it. It is kind of a thing for teachers. We like it.

Back to having a deaf student. We didn't have much experience and who better to help us figure it out than Walker. He pointed out how important it was for the teacher to talk while facing a deaf student. He reads lips.

Then I pointed out that I could also think what I was saying to him.

That made him laugh. It made us all laugh. Heather dropped by and was really confused when she walked in, and I was writing on the board and the kids were taking notes.

All in absolute silence. Then I included her in the lecture.

Which made her laugh.

"The only problem," said Heather. "Is that you assume that every student can do this."

She actually said it out loud. Facing me. I turned her to face the class and then she repeated it.

Without opening her mouth. Hey, she's an original. You know she's powerful.

The class laughed.

"If you're in our school system, you can do it," thought Walker.

The funny thing is that we know that is true, even if you have only been in the school for a few hours and are celibate. We're starting to believe everyone can do it, but they have to believe. The kids all believe.

Believing is powerful.

A short little story, but you'll hear more about Walker. I am sure of it.

I really like this family

Nan, here. I really like them. Now, that doesn't narrow things down very much, given I like everyone. Maybe not at the Bob loves everyone level of intensity, but I'm not sure anyone can ever match that. The dude is special and he freaking refuses to believe it. Which makes him more special.

And I'm only 7. Dammit. I'll get there. When I do, Bob and I are spending the day together, on Nibiru, and I am wearing him out like he has never been worn out before. Oh, everyone else can be there and they can enjoy me in any way that they'd like, but I am wringing Bob dry.

And Amy and Pari will help.

So will Rylee. We get it. They'll get it.

I'll get it.

Then again, Pari and Rylee are under 18. I get it from them a lot.

We're fun that way. Now that might be a bit of a tangent, or a dream to still come true, but back to the family.

Keket, Hanif, and Bahiti. Hopefully you remember them, but if not, go back and read their first journal entry. Keket is 16 and adopted Hanif, who is 10, and Bahiti, who is 9. Yes, adopted. Do you see the similarities? To Sophia, Luca, and Elena.

They worked out OK.

Tonight I'm going to teach Bahiti to fly. Oh, I don't mean in an S-88. She's already certified in that. They all are. I mean fly. I've got our bike clothes that are the only safe choice. Super tight yoga shorts and a very tight bicycle shirt. Anything else just whips around and stings.

They're also sexy as hell.

We'll see how she does. I might have to explain the naked zone. I don't remember if anyone has mentioned it, but basically around 400 mph our clothes can't handle the wind anymore and get torn off. I lost a lot of clothes before I realized the obvious reason. Not a huge problem. Flying naked is fun. Flying naked while someone fucks you is even better.

Trust me.

There was the one time that Horacio and I went flying. He flew upside down and I rode him cowgirl. I felt like the genie on the flying rug, except I was locked to the rug by being impaled on his impressive cock.

Joyous.

I landed at Bahiti's house, which is a gorgeous modern home right on the water. I like it a lot. I still don't have my own house, so I am always looking for inspiration. My gosh, I'm 7 and still living at home. Tragic. Bahiti is on the back porch, and I pulled up and landed. I am not in a plane.

"OK, perhaps this is a silly observation, but it appears you can fly," said Bahiti, just as casual as can be.

"Sure," I said. "So can you."

"OK, perhaps you can show me how," said Bahiti, still just as calm as could be.

"Just imagine yourself following everything I do," I said. Then I took off with Bahiti right beside me.

"So I just have to believe I can do it," thought Bahiti.

"Pretty much," I thought. "Works for most of your powers. Certainly telekinesis. You can already read people. You're pretty invulnerable, too."

"Sure, sure," thought Bahiti. "Did we just pass an airliner?"

"Uh huh," I thought.

"Around 10,000 meters," thought Bahiti.

"Coming up on 20," I thought.

"So I don't need oxygen," thought Bahiti.

"Not so much," I thought. "Eventually, you probably do, but outside the atmosphere, we've gone 24 hours and been fine. Underwater there isn't a limit."

"Why isn't there a limit underwater?" thought Bahiti.

"Because your skin acts like gills," I thought.

"Sure, sure," thought Bahiti. "And how come we're naked now?"

"Your clothes tear off around 650 kilometers per hour," thought Nan. "We blew through that a long time ago. You top out around 9,000 kph."

"And that's the space station up ahead?" thought Bahiti.

"Yeah," I thought.

"This is pretty handy," thought Bahiti. "Can we all do it?"

"Keket and Hanif are already on the space station," I thought. "Zao brought up Keket and Rola brought up Hanif."

"Seems like a win for them," thought Bahiti. "No complaints for me either. A Gamma with my BFF Nan? A win for sure."

I laughed.

"We'll need more cock," I thought.

"A lot more cock," thought Bahiti.

"That's why we're BFFs," I thought. Now we're laughing in each other's head.

I taught her how to land in the outside airlock and we went inside. It opens into a room that is very secure. We don't want people wandering in the space station without us knowing, right? Then again, the likelihood of someone flying up is pretty low.

But not zero. Are there nefarious people that can fly? We hope not.

"Do we need to get dressed?" asked Bahiti. I admit, I laughed a little.

"This is a Gamma resort," I said.

Impressive moan there, Bahiti.

We walked out and it opens into the living room of the family wing. It turns out that the four I mentioned are not the only ones on the space station. Keket is just bouncing up and down on Tim.

It is an experience I have not yet had, but he is high on my list for my ninth birthday.

Hanif is bouncing up and down on Jameis.

Who is also on my early list.

Rola is bouncing on Bob and Zao is bouncing on Valeria and yes, you read that right.

A lot more is going on, too.

Ah, Bahiti is already in the spirit. Nice choice there, Bahiti. Just a bouncin' on Tomas.

Which means Ruby is here somewhere. I felt a tap on my shoulder and turned.

"That's a big dildo you have there, Ruby," I said. She smiled and nodded. She took my hand and then pulled me down to the floor. She actually lifted me up and dropped me on the aforementioned double-ended dildo.

An excellent outcome.

Or outcum.

"Put it in your log, Nan," shouted Bob.

My log for Bob is quite long. Nibiru, remember?

"I'm coming, too," shouted Bahiti. Not sure exactly what she meant, but all variations are good.

Including her cumming right now. Wow.

We finally decided to take a break for dinner. Given we've been here for eleven hours, food sounds good. We all headed down to the restaurant. I ended up across from Bahiti. She had Tomas and Hunter on each side.

A worthy pair.

Ruby and Jessica were next to me. All good choices because you can imagine the conversation.

"So does everyone fly up or can only some people do it?" asked Bahiti.

"How else would we get here?" said Tomas. Oh God. Bahiti raised one eyebrow.

Well played.

"Oh," said Tomas. "We usually use a plane. It is a lot faster."

"Usually," said Bahiti.

Tomas just raised his eyebrow. Now we're all laughing.

"So you can all do it," said Bahiti.

"All?" said Ruby. "No. Yes. Maybe. We believe everyone can but they need the right triggers."

"Triggers?" said Bahiti.

Ruby laughed. Oh, we waited her out.

"Our current theory is cum," said Ruby. "The more the better."

"Well that's a life I can live," said Bahiti.

"Apparently you already do," said Jessica in the perfect monotone.

We're laughing a lot at dinner.

"What else can I do?" asked Bahiti.

Jessica held out her hand and Bahiti's wine glass flew over to her. Without spilling a drop. Jessica took a sip.

"Oh that's good," said Jessica. "What is that?"

While she was saying that the wine glass flew back and set itself down in the right spot next to Bahiti.

"Well that's a nice one," said Bahiti. She held out her hand and my wine glass flew to her. A little wobblier, but pretty damn good.

"And?" said Bahiti.

That's when Tomas punched her and ended up rubbing his knuckles.

"You have to pull the punch a little," said Jessica. "That shit hurts."

Bahiti appears to be in a bit of shock.

"Invulnerable?" she said.

"Maybe," said Jessica. "We're pretty sure that you couldn't handle a nuclear blast or the heat of the sun, but bullets sure."

"I can stop a bullet," said Bahiti.

"You remember the scene in the movie when Madison plucks the bullet out of the air?" I said.

Bahiti nodded.

"Not CGI," I said. "That entire scene was a real terrorist attack. Leslie, Madison, and everyone else thought they were actors until after Madison and Leslie took them out."

"Wow," said Bahiti.

Yeah wow. I just nodded.

"Oh, you can talk with animals," said Tomas.

"Sure, sure," said Bahiti. "I can talk to dogs."

"Well yes," said Ruby. "But mostly we talk to bigger animals like lions, tigers, and bears."

"Oh my," said Bahiti. We all laughed. Who doesn't love a good Wizard of Oz reference.

"This is cool and all," said Bahiti. "And it really is, but can please we fuck some more?"

That's a yes.

My first night

I absolutely cannot believe it. Everything moved so fast. I completed my internship and residency already. In months!

Crazy.

My name is Keket.

Tonight is my first night as an attending. Now, you're assuming it is at Robertville General but that is not how it works in our program. You go where you're needed. I'll be on assignment for a month and then move. After six months you can settle down where you want. Now, none of that is required but available.

I will literally do anything to pay them back for the opportunity.

"You have nothing to pay back," said Elena. "You don't have to do this. We have been through this."

"I know," I said. "I really do. I made the right choice for me. This is an understaffed hospital, and I can help. I will also learn faster."

"Not sure you can learn faster," laughed Elena.

"Why are you my pilot?" I asked.

"You're right. This hospital needs help. I saw you signed up and thought I'd go, too. If that bothers you, I can just drop you off," said Elena.

Now it was my turn to laugh.

"Yeah I'm scared of the big, bad boss," I said.

She leaned over and gave me one hell of a kiss. Elena is fun.

"The advantage of the time zones is the shift they need the most is overnight. Our 0700 is their 2300," said Elena

I just nodded.

We landed with an hour to spare. We wanted to get the lay of the land. You see, the hospital is in inner city Houston. I've never even been in the US before. It is a hospital that Elena recently bought. She is really focusing on areas that need help. Miguell will likely come in, too. They partner a lot. I know Pari owns a local university. Rice University.

Kind of a weird name.

"William Marsh Rice was a person," said Elena. "Sadly, not that good a person, but a great university."

Ah.

We landed on the helipad and Elena sent the plane away. Before we could even go downstairs, two helicopters flew up.

Life flight.

"Shit," said Elena. "Two at once is really bad. I'll take the first one. They're likely in the worst shape. You take the second."

Just then two teams came literally running out on to the roof.

"Oh, thank God you're here," said the nurse that is clearly in charge. "I'm Heidi. It is bad. All our teams are already working the ambulance arrivals. A major shooting. These patients are a mess."

They pulled not one but two patients off the helicopter. Shit. One is a kid.

I didn't have time to learn more. They were whisked away with Elena and the other helicopter landed. I ran up.

"Status," I yelled to the team on the helicopter.

He looked ready to challenge me but jumped in.

"We have four," he said. "All gun shots. They're rough."

"Four?" I said.

"Somebody shot up a birthday party of 4-year-olds. I think we already lost one," he said.

"Fuck," I said. I didn't wait. I jumped on board. "Get surgical kits up here. We don't have time to wait."

Before anyone could even move, two S-88s landed. Bill came out of one and Frida came out of the other.

I went back to the assessment.

When they ran up, I barked out orders and pointed.

Just as Nick ran up.

I pointed at the kid in worse shape and pointed at Bill. Bill, Frida, Nick, me, in order.

That's when Amy ran up with surgical kits.

And I am not even surprised. I couldn't watch what the others were doing but my kid is bad and the best of the four. Two gunshot wounds. One in the upper right chest and one in the gut.

Gut shots are bad. A young nurse was at my side and clearly understood what needed to be done. She ripped open the surgical kit and quickly gloved up with the spare gloves. She helped me glove up and I barked orders at the EMT. He didn't say a word. He just did it.

"Betadine," I said. "Lots of it."

He took me seriously.

"Knock her out fast," I said. The nurse showed me the syringe and I nodded. She shoved it in the IV bag line. Only I couldn't wait until she was unconscious.

"Hang blood and keep it flowing," I said. We were the only ones left in the helicopter now. I glanced out and the other three teams were basically doing the same thing but on the helipad. I turned back and cut. From above the first bullet to below the bottom one. My nurse didn't even ask. She just pulled the little girl open.

Shit. Two bleeders.

"I got this one," said the EMT. He pointed to the smaller bleeder at the top.

"Get it tied off fast," said the nurse. "I'll reinflate the lung.

I focused on the bigger bleeder. I quickly got it under control and resected a small portion of her bowel. Fast. The EMT leaned over with a new bag of saline. I nodded and used my scalpel to cut a big hole.

Which caused it all to basically wash out her insides.

"Pressure is stable," said the nurse. "Let's move her."

I quickly climbed out and we pulled her out. I pointed at the EMT.

"You're with me," I said. I yelled to the pilot.

"I'm keeping him," I yelled. The pilot saluted and as soon as we were clear took off.

And another helicopter landed.

Shit.

"I got it," said the nurse just as Nick ran back up.

We got into the ER, and it was chaos.

I turned to the EMT.

"Anything you can handle, do it," I said.

"I can't do that," he said.

"Yeah you can," said Elena, who just walked up. "What's your name?"

"Jory," he said. Elena let out a whistle that quieted the whole place.

"Jory is going to handle the simpler cases," yelled Elena. A nurse ran up and waved him to follow. Which he did.

The next 11 hours were a blur.

Yes, 11 hours.

What the hell

I am a freaking EMT. My name is Jory. Ok, I was a medic in Afghanistan, and it was ugly. In a war zone you do what you have to do. This is a war zone. What the nurses triaged as the easy cases weren't. I removed bullets. I removed spleens. I sewed up arterial bleeds. It was insane.

I can't say I enjoyed it because it sucked but I think I helped. Finally the last case was done.

Eleven hours.

"OK," said Elena. "To the showers and then meet in the break room."

Of course I know who Princess Elena is.

I figured it was time for me to leave so I headed to the exit. Elena cut me off and steered me right back in.

"Not done," she said.

Did I mention the showers were coed? No, nothing happened, but I got the impression something could have happened.

Finally we were all in the break room.

One by one Elena had the surgeons do a report. The surgeons included several from the Dionysus team. Children, except they aren't. I saw them work. I am in awe. Then she turned to me and waited.

So I did my report.

"So we didn't lose any," said Elena.

We freaking didn't lose any. I didn't think a single one on my chopper would make it. All in we treated 73 patients. There were 41 adults and 32 kids.

One nurse raised her hand and Elena nodded. The nurse pointed at me.

Uh oh.

"I don't exactly understand why an EMT was doing surgery, but I worked 7 cases with him, and it was the most impressive work I have ever seen. He was fast and accurate. At least five shouldn't have made it. He did things I have only read about in medical journals," she said. "One hell of a job."

Somehow I got a round of applause.

Crazy.

Elena walked up with the doctor I found out was Keket. Her first night as an attending.

And 16 years old. She is the oldest of the Dionysus surgeons.

The nurse I worked with came up, too. All I know is that she is Heidi. We worked well together. For eleven hours.

"Let's go have breakfast," said Elena. "And you're telling us your story. You too, Heidi."

I followed them out and there was a nice BMW SUV waiting. I would swear a little girl just got out of the driver's seat.

"Thanks, Jessica, " said Elena. We all got in. I got in the back with Heidi.

"Was that Princess Jessica?" said Heidi. Just as she did, the most futuristic plane I have ever seen rose from the back of the parking lot. The same little girl was flying the plane. She waved and the plane just shot away.

Keket and Elena laughed.

"Yeah," said Elena. "She brought us the car. What I brought was too small."

"Sure, sure," said Heidi, clearly as confused as me.

"How can that tiny child fly a space plane?" asked Heidi. Asking all the right questions there, Heidi. For some reason Heidi just smiled at me. A very nice smile.

Now I got an even bigger smile.

"Jessica flew on the day," said Elena.

"Wow," I said, just as Heidi did.

I have never wanted to yell jinx more in my life. I didn't though. Maybe I should have. This is confusing.

We finally pulled into the parking lot.

"I love the House of Pies," said Heidi.

We walked in and up to the hostess.

"A little late, Jory," said the hostess. I laughed.

"I have breakfast here after every shift," I said. Which got another smile. We sat down and a waitress took everyone's order except mine.

"We all know Jory's orders. Two eggs over medium, rye toast, bacon, and a slice of Bavarian chocolate cream pie," said the waitress.

Which is exactly what Heidi ordered.

Interesting.

She is intriguing.

"So tell us your background," said Elena, to me.

"Nothing special. Medic in Afghanistan. Came home and this felt like a logical next step. No college so not really anywhere to go," I said.

"Why not medical school?" asked Keket.

"I just said no college degree," I said.

I'm not sure why Keket laughed.

"Is location important or does quality of the school come first?" asked Keket.

"Does the answer to that question even matter?" I laughed.

"Yes," said Elena, Keket, and Heidi.

"Jinx!" yelled Heidi with such joy.

Elena slid her chair back and patted her lap. Heidi sat on her lap facing her.

That was the most passionate kiss I have ever seen. I learned new things. Heidi just gave me the nicest smile.

Then Keket slid her chair back and patted her lap.

Pretty equal in passion at a level rarely met.

I learned more things. I am hard as a rock. God, that was hot. Heidi walked over to me and waved her arm. I have no idea why.

"Slide you chair back, dude," said Elena.

"Jinx," said Heidi. Why? Oh.

I slid back. I am not stupid. Heidi sat down facing me. She ground into my cock just a little and moaned.

Wait, that was me moaning. She kissed me and it was simply incredible. As in we got a standing ovation incredible.

I held her on my lap while she vibrated. She vibrated right on my cock.

I had to pick her up quickly, which made Keket and Elena laugh.

"That would have been messy," said Keket, with another laugh.

It would have.

Finally we all sat back down. My cock, however, did not go down. Elena, Keket, and Heidi. All incredibly beautiful.

Especially Heidi.

For some reason Elena snorted. If there is one thing I have learned in life it is that the snorter has to fess up.

Now Elena is laughing.

"Heidi truly is stunning, Jory," said Elena. I think they can read my mind and honestly, nothing about Dionysus surprises me.

"Me neither," said Heidi. "Wait, what? You didn't say that out loud."

Now Elena and Keket are laughing.

"Soulmates," they both said. Keket got the jinx out first.

That was one hell of a kiss. Heidi caught Elena and I caught Keket, who is now laying on my lap waking up. She looked up at me.

"We're a fun culture," said Keket. "Be glad you're part of it now." She turned her head and looked at Heidi.

"You too, Heidi," said Keket, as she sat up. I'm not sure it helped that she pushed herself off my lap by putting her hand squarely on my cock.

OK, it was nice.

"OK," said Keket. "Here's the deal. This will all sound unbelievable, but I can attest I lived through it." Elena laughed.

"Me too," she said. "Me too."

"No one will ever be able to exactly explain it, but you're part of Dionysus now," said Elena. Just then Jessica ran up to the table.

"Sorry," she said. "Forgot to leave them." She dropped them on the table and ran back out of the restaurant.

We all waited until she was gone for exactly the same reason.

"She has an amazing ass," said Keket.

"Uh huh," said Heidi. "Too bad..."

"I'll give you the dates," said Elena. "Block the week. Both of you."

"Huh?" I said. Ever the brilliant conversationalist.

"Jessica and Bill's ninth birthday celebration," said Elena. "It will last a week."

"Gonna be amazing," said Keket.

"Do they know?" asked Heidi. Know what?

Oh yeah.

"Superficially they know but they kind of hate it. They don't like that it defines them," said Elena. "Jessica works hard to not even acknowledge it anymore."

"It doesn't work," said Keket. "Wait until you see her and Bill fucking. Just watching is transcendent and you'll learn so much."

"Jessica always travels with lots of spatulas," said Elena. Keket is nodding.

I'm just going to ignore that and move on.

"Now," said Elena, as she handed us both an envelope. "Back to location. Do you have a preference for the program in which you want to enroll?"

I just looked at Heidi.

"Why would my opinion really matter?" said Heidi. I took a deep breath.

"Because we're soulmates and will soon marry," I said. I took my shot. Crazy. Fucking crazy.

"Oh," said Heidi. "Well sure. Before we go there, I have two kids. Single mom. You sure? And if there was a choice, I'd like to stay here."

"Baylor or UTHealth?" asked Keket.

"They're both great," I said. "But no degree, remember?"

"Are you going to Med school too, Heidi?" asked Keket. "No pressure, just interested."

"Well sure, in a perfect world, but someone has to put food on the table," said Heidi.

"That's not how it works at our medical schools," said Elena. "First, you're just picking a home school. You can take classes at any campus at any pace. Heck five cities, five schools, all in the week. So really, you're just picking your home school."

"You own them both?" asked Heidi. "I only knew that you owned Rice."

"We don't own either one," said Keket. "We'll need to find someone that has hospital administration experience or has shown the interest."

"Well that's clearly Nora," laughed Heidi. "My 9-year-old daughter. She's been telling me for years everything that is wrong with the hospital and the way doctors are educated."

I do not know why Elena and Keket laughed at that.

"Seems perfect," said Elena.

That's when we saw Jessica at the front of the restaurant with two kids. Jessica pointed at us. She saw me and waved and turned and walked out.

The two kids ran towards us.

Oh God, they're gorgeous.

"Hey!" said Heidi. "OK, they are. Heck if we were in Dionysus..."

"But we are now," said the girl. She held up a passport. "Jessica gave us ours. She said you have yours. She suggested we go find a spot in one of the Rice wrestling rooms and get to know each other better."

"Well that escalated quickly," said Heidi. "But hold up. What do you mean Nora seems perfect."

"Oh!" said Nora. "That's awesome. Baylor or UTHealth. If it was me, I'd buy them both and blend them. They have very complimentary programs. Then again, I'd go all in on almost all the local medical systems. MD Anderson, for example, is amazing."

"In case you don't know, I'm Nora. I'm 9," said Nora. "This is my twin brother, Leon."

"What would his role be?" said Keket.

"Chief Medical Officer," said Nora. "But he's got to fast track medical school."

Well sure.

Do you know what is fucking nuts?

I think all this is real.

The three of us start at Baylor on Monday. My soon to be wife. My soon to be 9-year-old stepson. Me.

Nora is the boss.

Holy shit.

"Let's get something straight," said Nora. "When you two marry, we're absolutely not your stepchildren."

Oh.

"We're your children," said Leon.

Oh!

"Nora and I will start planning the wedding," said Leon. He turned to Elena.

"Who would we reach out to?" said Leon.

"Jackson," said Elena. Then she reached into her purse and pulled out four small phones and handed us each one.

Then she taught us how to unfold them. Damn, these are cool.

"They never need to be charged either," said Elena. "They are cool."

"You know," said Keket. "This is silly. I checked. We own five houses on a cul-de-sac that backs up to Rice. I signed up a room for the six of us. We'll have fun then tour the six houses and you can pick one."

"You've lost me completely," said Heidi.

"Dionysus owns a bunch of houses. We're going to go fuck in one until we can't. Then we're going to pick the one that we want to be our house and they'll give it to us," said Nora.

Elena and Keket are nodding. Why are they nodding?

"We're going to wear you out. Four on two," said Nora, laughing.

Four on what?

Oh. OMG.

"Let's go!" said Leon.

And we did. We walked outside and at the curb was a bigger BMW SUV. Jessica got out and handed me the keys.

Why did she hand me the keys?

"Because it is yours, silly," said Jessica, as she walked off down the road. I turned and she was gone.

"Where did she go?" I asked. Just then an S-88 literally popped into view, about 15 feet off the ground. Jessica waved and the plane turned straight up and shot into the air. It was breathtaking.

"We'll go into space soon, too," said Keket. "Oh, and she was cloaked. She turned it off to wave."

Wait, what?

"Assuming I get my own S-88?" asked Nora.

"Yeah, sure, they just hand out the space planes to kids," said Heidi.

"We kind of do," said Elena. "But in this case, she's a senior executive, so yes, she will get an S-88. Leon will too once he moves into the Chief Medical Officer role. That shouldn't take long."

"Shouldn't take long," said Heidi. "My son who is in 3rd grade and he'll get a plane when he is the Chief Medical Officer. I'm thinking we have a bit."

"I went from high school to attending in nine weeks," said Keket.

Now we're all staring at Keket.

"Bill is the Chief Medical Officer of Harvard," said Elena. "He works for me. He's 5."

"You know this is all fucking nuts," said Heidi.

"Sure," said Elena. "We absolutely do. I'm 14, run the largest medical system in the world, and am also an accomplished surgeon."

"Well there is that," said Heidi, with a laugh.

"Seriously though," said Keket. "My children and I were victims of sexual abuse from a young age. They saved us."

"Your children plural?" said Heidi. "And you completed medical school in nine weeks? How old are your kids? For that matter, how old are you?"

"My kids are 10 and 9. I'm 16. They were my cousins. I have custody, although I admit they're pretty independent."

Everyone except Heidi and me laughed.

That's when they took us to the space station.

"Seems silly just to fuck in a house," said Elena.

Well sure. Why do that when you can fuck on the space station.

We're going to the space station!

"You know that's not a big deal," said Keket. "Just call for a JetsonPlane. Same app. Just put space station in as your destination. Then it will ask you if you need a bed or just a day trip."

"A day trip into space," said Nora.

"Well, yeah," said Keket. "I get it. We haven't been in this world long. It can be a bit overwhelming. Let's go fuck. That helps."

"Fucking helps?" said Leon.

"Fucking helps everything," said Keket.

She has a point.

Oh God, it did. Heidi, Keket, Heidi, Nora, Heidi, Leon, Elena.

Yes, seven.

Yes, Leon.

My first time to, um, do that.

Then again, Leon fucking me was transcendent.

"Feels like family bed will be fun in our family," said Nora. "After all, our house will be a consulate."

Holy shit.

We finally headed back to Earth, and I actually got to type those words. Did I mention the giant bed in the master bedroom where we could see the Earth and the moon?

While we fucked?

We landed in a large cul-de-sac. It literally backs up on Rice University. This is some of the most expensive real estate in Houston. We all got off the plane and who should be at the bottom of the stairs but Jessica and Bill.

"Do you have exceptions?" asked Leon.

"Oh yeah," said Bill, with a smile.

I don't quite get why Keket, Heidi, Jessica, and Nora just had an orgasm.

Oh. Wow.

"It's a damn fine life," said Keket, clearly still a little woozy.

"Yeah," said Jessica.

"You go pick a house," said Leon. Nora, Leon, Jessica, and Bill got on the plane we just got off.

And left.

"You just let them fly off?" I asked, of Heidi.

"Feels OK," said Heidi. I'll be darned, it does.

"Darned," said Heidi. "You're freaking adorable. Let's go pick our house."

We walked through all six houses. Right into bedrooms that had people fucking on the bed. A lot of people.

No seriously, a lot.

Then a block party broke out in the cul-de-sac. Complete with food trucks.

That's when I met Hanif and Bahiti. The food trucks are Hanif's. I am sure there is a story there.

I met someone named Betty Jo. She runs shelters throughout Texas. For Pari, who I also met. Betty Jo apparently owns the Houston Rockets, too. There were a number of the team members at the party and there was a basketball goal setup, and they were doing a clinic with the neighborhood kids.

And this just felt normal.

Oh, Betty Jo lives in the third house. She explained that she put the extra bedrooms in the app.

"Oh God, we're doing that," said Heidi.

Um, yeah.

I also met the King and Queen. Bob and Amy.

"Hey!" said Pari.

And Queen Pari.

Then Heidi and I met the three of them.

My second experience of getting fucked in the ass. By Heidi. With a huge double-ended dildo.

Then Pari. Then Amy.

Then Bob.

Apparently I like getting fucked in the ass. Who knew!

"I did," laughed Bob. "Hell, we all do."

"Yeah," said Pari, in a guttural voice.

Which is how I got to do DP with Bob and Pari.

"Pretty good thing we fell into," said Nora, who appears to have returned.

That's when another small person ran into the room.

"I'm Nylah," she said. Nylah is naked. Nylah would give Jessica competition. Then I met Colby and Karolina.

Holy mother of God.

"There's a clinic," said Nylah. Everyone from Dionysus ran out of the room, leaving Heidi and me.

"Feels like we should go with them," said Heidi.

Um, yeah.

We walked out into the living room. I think I missed narrating some moves, but anyway, the living room. All the furniture was pushed to the walls. Everyone was in a circle. I am impressed with how organized they are by height so everyone could see. They parted a little so Heidi, and I could slide in. How handy, she's right in front of me. Now she's leaning back against me.

I could get used to this.

That's when Bill and Colby put on a clinic. Yes, Bill and Colby. Hey, I learned today that I love to be fucked in the ass.

Holy cow. What he just did with that spatula.

Oh! Two more.

Wow.

"We should try that," said Heidi.

"Um yeah," I said.

Finally we wound down and we're all beat. That's when Jessica walked up.

"Did you pick a house?" asked Jessica.

I looked at Heidi. Yes, we'd walked through them all. OK, Not Betty Jo's.

That's when Nora and Leon walked up.

"They'll take the third one," said Nora. "Next to Betty Jo."

Heidi looked at me and laughed.

"That's my choice," she said.

"Mine too," I said.

"Really or are you just agreeing with me?" said Heidi. "It is pretty important to me that you don't do that."

There's some history there I suspect.

"Really," I said. "I liked the first one and the third one. Pretty equally. The third one has one more bedroom."

"One more bedroom filled with sexy people from Dionysus," said Nora.

"What she said," said Leon.

Now we're all laughing.

Now she is handing us all jewelry. Heidi and Nora got amazing earrings. Oh, so did Leon. I got a watch. A freaking nice watch.

"Those will get you in the doors," said Jessica. "They'll also open and start the cars in any of the garages. Some fun ones in there. Use all of them. We'll get Leon and Nora through driver's training and then flight school. You'll need it to so you can fly the cars. I am sure this is overwhelming."

"I'll help," said Betty Jo, who just walked up. "It is overwhelming as hell but damn the end result is amazing. Do you like basketball? I'm always looking for people to go to the Rocket's games."

That's when Leon and Nora wandered off with Betty Jo talking basketball.

"Did someone say she owns the Rockets?" asked Heidi.

"Yeah," said Jessica. "She has the owner's suite and four seats on the bench. It's great fun."

I'll bet it is.

Jessica led us into the third house and said good night. We walked into the master bedroom. Heidi walked into the dressing room. Our bedroom has a dressing room.

"Jory, come here," said Heidi. We walked in and all our clothes are in the closet. That's when we realized.

Everything we own has already been moved in.

Including for Leon and Nora.

They have rooms with a shared bathroom. Between their bedrooms.

That will work out nicely.

We fell into bed and were sound asleep quickly.

After making love twice.

I spooned her and put my arm over her.

"This is nice," said Heidi.

And then we were out.

Our wedding day

My name is Heidi. I am getting married to Jory in just a few minutes. We met eight days ago.

And it feels so freaking right. Nora is with me. She's my maid of honor. Leon is with Jory.

He's Jory's best man.

Which also feels right. Leon was so freaking excited when Jory asked him. Leon should write the story about the bachelor party. He told me all about it.

Yes, a crazy sex filled bachelor party is just fine in our world and yes it took me a bit to say our world. Then again. Eight days.

Nora bought the hospitals and medical schools.

Leon finished elementary school, high school, and went through the entire pre-med program.

He's in med school now.

Eight freaking days.

Leon is a classmate of ours. Jory and me. We're both in medical school, too.

I can't explain any of it. Any of it at all.

But it is freaking awesome.

Wait until I tell you about the reception/orgy.

This is a pretty fun world.

Our lives are going to be amazing.

"Our lives are amazing," said Jory.

What he said.

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