18 September 2023

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This is so cool

None of us can explain it. Grace, here. We are in Boston. While some of this program can be remote, not all of it can. The house is getting busy. Orlando and I have a room. So does Frida. Spring is loving it. Trust us.

Now Karolina has a room, too. Yes she is the newest student at Berklee.

Which means Colby is here. A lot.

We like that. They're cute together. No one seems to even be aware of the age difference.

You know. Colby dating an older woman. Nylah is here a lot, too, but not quite as much. She comes to visit her brother. Her husband. And her wife. Karolina. As she puts it, what better place to work on our constitution than Boston.

Hard to argue that. She mentioned a respected constitutional scholar was coming to lunch with his wife. I have no clue who.

But that's not at all about this post. Orlando is here to start his strings training. Remember his singing and producing is incredible but he doesn't play an instrument.

At least he didn't.

We were all sitting around the living room. Karolina, Colby, and Nylah. Frida and Elena. Orlando and me. Spring, too.

Karolina was going to play for us. Orlando was fooling around and had Karolina's violin and bow.

"Hey," said Colby. "Try pushing your violin skills to him." Well, it can work with languages. Yeah, Spring knows everything. She kind of has to.

"How do I do that?" asked Karolina.

"None of us have any idea," said Colby. "Only Leo can do it. Just try. Maybe you'll know what to do."

Karolina looked at Orlando and sat quietly for a bit.

Then she nodded at Orlando. He put the violin up to his chin and raised the bow.

And proceeded to play an incredibly difficult piece from start to finish. It was breathtaking. Karolina just stared until he was done.

"Paganini’s Caprice No. 4 in c minor," she said. "I just learned it. You played it better than I can. Your fingering is faster."

We all just stared at her and at him. He just smiled.

"What was the last song before that," asked Orlando.

"Senorita," said Karolina.

Which made Camila laugh. Oops, forgot to mention she was here.

Orlando thought about it for a moment and started playing it. Camila joined in on the vocals and Orlando sang the Shawn Mendes part.

It was fucking incredible.

"Oh God, we're recording that," said Camila.

"You sure Shawn won't mind?" asked Orlando. Camila laughed.

"I own it so fuck him," she said.

Oh, we laugh but she meant it. They had a brief relationship. It didn't end badly. It just ended. I think it was because of Orlando and me.

Nylah wants the pen.

I'm hijacking the thread

Well I am. I have really been struggling with this project. It isn't from a lack of research. I have the outline and structure but need the insights of someone more knowledgeable than me. That leads to my lunch companions. Oh, Nylah. Working on the constitution of Dionysus. Which makes sense in our world. As for our guests...

Barack and Michelle. What's the point of having connections if you don't use them?

I almost laughed because they walked in, and everyone just said hi. Not a lot of awe in our family. Remember when Dad changed his shirt at the table in the Harvard club? He has decided that he can do almost anything, and no one will say a word. This isn't a repeat of the shoot someone on Fifth Avenue BS. His things are little. He won't let them be destructive either. We all found that out when he wanted to go to a Celtics game and called about a suite. They immediately found one for him. He signed it up but was suspicious. He called Brad, the GM, who laughed and said that if they gave him a suite they threw someone else out.

Dad was pissed. He understands but doesn't like that part. He called the ticket office back and tried to find out who he bumped. They stonewalled so he asked if they would at least pass along his cellphone and ask them to call.

Yes the King gave out his cellphone. Sometimes Bob from Florida surfaces. The man that called didn't know it was Dad. Or at least who he was talking to. Dad tried to give it back and the guy said he had been told in no uncertain terms to not do that. It was his wife's 40th birthday and she is a super fan. He had rented it for a birthday party at the game.

"OK," said Dad. "This is ridiculous. I assume you filled the suite with friends. Really two openings. Perfect. It was just me and a friend. We can all go together. Now, humor me on something. It will sound silly but what is her dream car? Uh huh. An R8. In dark blue with the tan interior. Convertible. Gotcha. We will meet you at will call. Early? Sure. Oh, how cool."

Dad laughed.

"I have been told my voice sounds like the King. I don't hear it myself," said Dad. "Sure I'll be there right at 6. It should be fine. Not that many people there that early," said Dad, hanging up.

He laughed when he hung up and realized I was listening.

"I don't hear it," he said, laughing.

"The R8 will be here before the game. I called Brad and they'll let us drive it onto the court if we are careful," I said. That got me a hug. Then again I like your shirt gets you a hug from Dad. We are huggers. I'm pretty sure breathing gets you a hug.

I can't wait until I am 9.

I have no idea what is going on

Bob just told me we were going for dinner and a game, but we had to pick up the tickets at 6.

OK. I am a huge Boston Celtics fan and Bob knows it. I'll bet we have good seats. Bob is a lot of fun and we've gone to a few games. This is the first game that wasn't a family team so no suite. Darn it.

Give me a big job and I have expectations.

Kidding. Just kidding. Oh, this is Spring. Yeah, dumb name.

We got to will call and they handed Bob a stack of tickets just as another man walked up. He stopped short and just stared.

"You're, you're," stuttered the man. "Hey wait. You said you weren't you."

"I said I didn't think I sounded like me. No one does. Have you ever listened to yourself on tape?" said Bob. "Let me introduce you to Spring. She is the President of the Berklee School of Music. Spring this is Chet. It is his wife Babette's birthday. We are joining them in their suite tonight." Bob handed all but two of the tickets to Chet. He kind of stared at them and then at us.

"What do I owe you?" said Chet. He got Bob's big laugh. It is a great laugh.

"Are you kidding? You're helping me out. These tickets would have just gone to waste. I hear it is going to be an interesting night."

They went off talking about the matchup between the Celtics and Clippers, but I have been around Bob enough to know that's not what he meant. Well, Bob is always fun.

Fun with a capital F.

We went nearby for an early dinner. The service was great, and everyone was polite about not hassling Bob. He is pretty well-known for his willingness to take a selfie so through dinner a few people came up. Just as we were finishing a young boy came up. Maybe 12 or so and asked for a picture. I took the phone like I had for all the other shots. He grabbed it back.

"Not a selfie. Sir would you mind taking the picture?" he said, handing Bob the camera.

"Happy to do so," said Bob. The boy dropped down into a crouch and Bob took several pictures. I could see his parents and what looked like a sister a few tables over. His sister waved and I waved back even though I don't know why. The boy stood back up.

"Thank you so much. I dream of attending Berklee. I have a job already and am saving every penny," he said.

"Sit down," said Bob. "Tell us more. What do you play?"

"Guitar and vocals," he said. I should mention that we were not at an upscale restaurant. Bob likes Burger King. He says he misses fast food, and it makes him laugh.

Well, it does. The boy sat down, and Bob stuck out his hand.

"I'm Bob and this is Spring," said Bob.

"Rian," he replied.

"So Rian," said Bob. "Are you good enough to make it now or are we talking a few years?"

"My teacher at school says I'm ready but it will take years for me to save enough if I ever do," said Rian.

Bob being Bob called across the restaurant.

"He needs his guitar. Come on over," yelled Bob. That's when we both realized there were two guitars. Bob was sending a quick text and when my phone vibrated I realized it was to me. I looked.

If he is good enough offer him a full ride including expenses and a stipend. And you have got to learn how to think to us.

I smiled and nodded to him and got a big smile. By then the family had walked over. We did the intros, and it was clear the sister and Dad knew who I was. The mom did, too, but I'm pretty sure she knew who Bob was, too.

The mom is Ciara, Dad is Cian, and his sister is Riona. We found out Rian is 12 years old and Riona is 9 years old

"Do you play, too, Riona?" asked Dad.

"She is better than I am. Hopefully we will both attend," said Rian. I saw the smile Bob gave me and I saw the corner of Ciara's mouth turn up. She's hopeful.

"Play for us," said Bob. After a lot of uneasy words, Riona opened her guitar case. Rian meekly followed. Riona is in charge. I love that.

"You go first," said Rian. Riona jumped right into Ur so beautiful and it was amazing. Her voice was smoky and rich. Her guitar was excellent, but she could benefit from good teaching. Her voice needed nothing. Her performance was stunning. The restaurant clapped when she was done, and she took a bow. Her voice was so similar in style to Grace but an octave lower. I saw Bob send a quick text. I'm betting I knew to whom.

"It is always tough to follow her," said Rian, with a smile that showed how proud he was.

Rian jumped into one of Orlando's biggest hits. His singing was quite good, but he needed vocal training. Not his guitar play. He could teach a graduate class.

I nodded at Bob and discretely held up two fingers.

"Do you play and sing together?" asked Bob. They answered by swinging into Senorita and rolling right into Sweet Escape. Pop songs but both highlighted their skills. Then they rolled into a duet, and it blew us away. His voice had gone down two octaves, easily. They'd created a medley of some of the best-known duets across genres and seamlessly blended them. Seeing these Irish kids roll through the blues, to country, to rap, to pop was amazing.

When they finally finished the entire restaurant gave them a standing ovation. Just then Bob got another text. He turned and showed it to me.

"Four no shows. I dropped them at will call in your name," texted Chet.

"Listen," said Bob. "We would love to continue this conversation, but we are going to the Celtics game and had some last-minute cancellations. Would you all four like to join us?"

Rian and Riona were dancing. I think they wanted to go.

"Oh, we couldn't intrude," said Cian.

"Yes we could," said Ciara. Cian laughed.

"Why do I even answer?" said Cian.

"I know," said Bob. "My wife makes all the decisions but honestly they're better than mine."

"Sir," said Riona. "You dripped mustard."

Bob looked down and just laughed.

"Let's go," said Bob. He stood up quickly and looked around the restaurant.

"One sec," he said. He ran over to the corner where an older woman sat. I would have guessed homeless. Bob dropped to his haunches and spoke to her a little. He pulled an envelope from his pocket and handed it to her and then walked back to us and we headed to the door just as we heard the woman in the corner scream. Bob kept walking.

"Is she OK?" asked Riona. Bob laughed.

"She's fine," said Bob, who kept walking.

"What was in the envelope?" asked Riona.

"Riona," said Ciara, firmly, but Bob answered.

"Just a gift card I had," said Bob.

"She screamed about it," said Riona. "How much?" I could see Ciara almost bite her tongue. She was torn between nosiness and wanting to know. Bob actually stopped and turned to Riona and then looked at his watch. We had time.

He took a deep breath and let it out.

"You would have figured this out eventually and your mom already has," said Bob. Ciara just smiled.

"I gave that lady $10,000 because I can," said Bob. "And if you can, you should." Riona moved quickly and stuck her hand into Bob's jacket pocket coming out with a stack of small envelopes. A stack of them. She counted them.

"There are fourteen more envelopes. You carry $150,000 in gift cards to hand out," said Riona. Bob smiled and pulled out another pile from his other pocket and a third from the pocket in his cargo pants.

"You should keep a couple," said Bob. "You'll need it for school clothes and supplies. Here, trade me." He held out two from the stack from his cargo pants and Riona pass the others back.

"So these are the little ones?" said Riona. She had already torn them open.

"Turn them over," said Bob. The color drained from Riona's face.

I looked down. Both cards had $250,000 written on the back in Sharpie. Riona dropped the cards and made a hop step back.

Bob laughed and picked them up.

"Let's keep walking and I can explain," said Bob. He handed the cards back to Riona and pointed at her pocket. As she slid them in, both her parents started to say something, and he shook his head no and they bit their tongue.

Bob nodded at me.

"You've both been accepted into Berklee to start immediately. The offer comes with a full scholarship and some other things Bob is going to make up right now," I said. Well, he is.

"We will talk about the details, but it includes housing for the entire family and a generous stipend to each student. They'll need to catch-up and move faster on their current schoolwork, so they'll also be attending Harvard. I think you have prodigies here but I'm no expert. If you're open to it, at least one of you should be a stay-at-home parent."

"Well, that's a dream," said Ciara.

"What do you do Ciara?" asked Bob.

"We are both music teachers. I'm at the high school and Cian is at the middle school," said Ciara.

My turn.

"Well, that could work just fine," I said. "We are hiring for the Harvard and Northeastern programs and need experience with younger ages. I am happy to offer either or both of you an immediate position. You could both work part-time or full-time or on an adjusted schedule."

They all just stared at us both.

"What do you pay?" asked Ciara. I named a figure that knocked them back. Bob is generous with salaries. Nobody knows that better than me.

"That's too much to pay us together," said Ciara.

"That's each," said Bob. Which it is.

"And each child will receive the same as a stipend," said Bob. More generous than I realized.

"Who do I have to fuck?" asked Riona, leering at Bob.

"No one," said Bob. "You never ever have to fuck someone. Always remember that."

"Some of us would volunteer," said Rian, smiling. That could be interesting. Particularly given the exchange made both parents smile.

Just proud of their kids, right?

Just then we got to the will call window and they handed Bob the tickets without even asking who he was. A man appeared beside us.

"I'll be happy to lead the way," he said, taking us through a locked door. "Right this way."

"Why does this guy get an escort?" said Cian, a little louder than he meant, and the escort snorted.

"Sorry," he said. "Allergies."

"Should we know who he is?" asked Cian. This time Riona and Ciara both snorted.

Cian turned to his wife and daughter. Rian looked just as confused.

"The mustard was a dead giveaway," said Riona.

The lightbulb went on for Cian and Rian.

Just then we got to the door of the suite. Our escort unlocked it with a key card and gave us all lanyards with a similar card. He waited patiently and Bob pulled out an envelope and handed it to him and we all went in. Just as the door closed we heard a scream.

"You know you pulled that out of the pocket with the quarter million-dollar cards," said Riona.

"Gosh, did I?" said Bob, knowing full well it wasn't a mistake.

Suddenly a scream filled the air in the suite. There has been a lot of screaming. A woman ran over, still screaming, and wrapped him up in her arms. Bob was nice and gave her a big hug.

"Thanks for inviting us," said Bob. We did the introductions and had a freaking amazing time. Rian and his family are wonderful. Babette and Chet and their friends were great fun, too. Babette outed Bob to the suite.

We got to halftime and the score was tied. It had been a great back and forth game. Come on, Celtics.

"Stick around everyone. I've heard there are special announcements tonight," said Bob. We all walked up to the window as a car drove out onto the court.

A blue R8 convertible with tan interior. With the top down and Robert Parish driving it with his head out the roof.

"Really? Robert Parish?" I said to Bob, and he just shrugged.

"Nylah took care of it all," said Bob. Of course she did.

"Now, everyone listen up," said the announcer. "This beautiful car is for Babette's birthday from her adoring husband, Chet. Come on down, Babette, and bring that generous husband with you."

That's when Babette screamed. Two Babettes in the house was possible but two Babettes married to Chets didn't seem likely.

Bob and I walked down with them, and security let us pass. We got to the last one and there was a woman arguing with security that she was Babette. Bob walked up quietly. The security guard was looking at their licenses and Bob snuck a look over their shoulder.

"I'll be damned," said Bob. He waved the three of us past.

"Hi," he said. That's all I heard.

What are the odds

Bob, here. "I'm concerned there may have been a mistake in the car delivered. I am afraid it happens. Babette can you confirm your dream car?" I asked.

"A blue R8 with tan interior," said this Babette. "Ever since the convertible came out." Just then a second R8 drove out.

"Well, here it is," I said. The guard was confused but let us through, too.

"But we can't afford it," said Babette.

We got to the floor, and I introduced the Babettes and the Chets to each other.

Babette and Chet. What are the odds.

There was an announcer on the floor, and I walked over and held out my hand for the mic. The person holding it stared for a moment and finally handed it to me just as a young child ran up.

Nylah. With a Celtics jersey. She pointed at the mustard stain. OK dear. I looked over and Colby and Karolina were in seats a few rows up near the helpful security guard, next to Robert Parrish. Of course they were.

I pulled off my shirt and pulled on the jersey. I don't think anyone noticed.

"Sure, Dad," said Nylah. "All those people standing and clapping is just a coincidence."

Well, it must be.

I held up the mic.

"Good evening everyone and thank you for letting me interrupt with our contest giveaway. Through an odd coincidence there are two people with the same name whose husbands also have the same name," I said. "So both birthday women get a car. Get in see how they fit. They'll be at will call waiting for you after the game," I said. I handed back the mic and walked over to the kids with Spring.

"Well played, Nylah," I said. She laughed and pointed at the two seats next to them.

"We sat down and got to talking. I found out it was her birthday, and they had the same names. I wasn't sure what to do but this seemed like the right answer," said Nylah. That got her a hug just as this Babette and Chet returned.

"I didn't enter a contest," said Chet.

"Of course you did," said Nylah. "Where do you shop for groceries?" That was a weird question.

"Wegmans," he replied.

"There you go," said Nylah. "The signups have been at all the stores for weeks."

Of course they had in Nylah's fantasy world. She handed Babette an envelope.

"This should cover all the taxes you'll have to pay," said Nylah. Babette showed us a check for $50,000. Nylah handed me a matching envelope. That got her a kiss on the head.

"Do you have your tickets handy?" I asked. This Chet pulled them out of his pocket. I led the way with Spring and the two of them following. We got to the suite, and all went in. I found this Babette and gave her the envelope.

"We thought we would trade tickets so we could sit with my kids," I said, trading with New Chet. I waved and we headed out.

He really is that nice

Spring, again.

"You gave away a second car because of confusion," I said.

"Technically Nylah did," said Bob. "Wait until they find the envelope in the console. It is a certificate for flying lessons in the car."

"You gave away a car that could fly," I said.

"You have never opened your console have you?" he said.

OK, I squealed.

We were walking past a suite that said Owner’s suite. Bob turned and used his card, and we got right in. I didn't even ask. Everyone turned to see who walked in and two men broke from the group.

They all shook hands and before Bob could even introduce me one of the men jumped in.

"Do we have a deal?" he said.

"And us?" said the other guy. Bob laughed.

"Yes to you both but your deal is with Spring," said Bob. I haven't a clue.

"Congratulations," said one of the men.

"From me, too," said the other. "It is great both the Celtics and Bruins will be under the same ownership. TD Center, too."

"I'm very excited about it," I said, still clueless. One of the men handed me a pass card and keys.

"It is all yours," he said. "Can we stay for the rest of the game?" He laughed. I laughed.

Then I dragged Bob into the hall.

"What the fuck," I said. Perhaps not my most profound moment.

"Ok but right here?" laughed Bob. That got him a friendly slap.

"Did you just buy the Celtics and Bruins and the freaking building?" I asked.

"I did not," he said. Well then what the hell was that?

Oh.

"Did I just buy all that?" I asked. What a stupid question. I'm confused.

"It appears that you did," said Bob. "Congratulations. Listen. You're a fan. A fan should own them. Yes, we provided the money. When we buy something it needs an owner. The leagues are OK with it as long as the ownerships are kept independent. The Warriors are owned by a 13 year old. You will do fine. Pick someone you trust to run it day to day. Hey, talk to Nylah. Maybe Robert Parish is interested."

"How did Nylah get him involved?" I asked.

"I suppose because Larry Bird wasn't available," said Bob.

Well sure.

The game was amazing. The Celtics won by 1 at the buzzer from halfcourt. Well defended.

The Celtics. My Celtics.

Freaking amazing.

Bob took my hand and led me into the bowels of the building. No. Just no.

Apparently yes. He led me right into the locker room. Where the team was showering and getting dressed.

It is joyous. Oh, I'm not fucking all the players.

"Why not?" asked Bob.

Really?

"Can but don't have to," said Bob, with some passion.

That's when Robert Parrish walked in to a mini-ovation from everyone in the locker room. He appears embarrassed. He walked over to Bob and me. He and Bob did some weird handshake like they were old friends.

"We're old friends," said Robert. "Nylah introduced us all."

And somehow that makes sense. But how the fuck does it make sense.

"How does Nylah know you?" I asked. "I don't get any of this."

Robert laughed out loud. He has a very nice laugh. He has a very nice everything.

I am pretty sure I just had a small orgasm from his smile.

Interesting.

"Nylah is a serious basketball fan," said Bob.

"Oh yeah," said Robert. You could see it. A lightbulb went on over Robert's head. He's thinking about something.

"Nylah!" he shouted. She ran right up. Just vibrating.

Nylah is a work of art.

"1986 finals. Game 7. Boston. On the floor. Opposite the bench," said Robert. "That was you. I remember because I took the ball out right in front of you and you told me to lob it to the rim. I did and McHale just hammered it down. Many consider it the first alley oop."

"That was you," added Robert.

"Now, Robert," said Nylah. "That's impossible." With that, Nylah spun and ran away. We all watched. You see, she spun fast enough for her little skirt to fly up.

Nylah doesn't wear panties. None of us can play with Nylah.

Yet.

But we can appreciate the view.

"You're all invited," she shouted, as she ran into the crowd. I am pretty sure she means to her ninth birthday party.

OMG.

We all turned back to each other. Robert, Bob, and me. Robert got the look again. He's looking intently at Bob's shirt.

Where there is a mustard spot. Robert laughed.

"You had a mustard spot at the game, too," said Robert. "You hadn't shaved in a few days. You actually had my jersey on."

Robert actually leaned over and looked intently at the mustard spot. He stood up abruptly and took Bob by the shoulders and spun him.

Parish.

The name on the back of Bob's jersey.

"The Celtics stopped wearing that style jersey at the end of that season," said Robert.

"Vintage," said Bob.

"Sure," said Robert. "Given it looks like it might be the second time you've ever worn that jersey."

Bob just smiled at us both.

They couldn't have.

Could they?

It was a hell of a game

It really was a great game. It was hot in the Garden, although nothing like game 5 where the ref passed out and had to be replaced at half-time. They had an oxygen tank for Kareem.

Well, he was 39 years old. Nice dude, too.

We shouldn't. We know we shouldn't. We try not to interact much. But Dad and I are fans. Of course. this is Nylah. We watch NBATV classic games. One day we were watching. I was sitting on the couch right next to him and he had his arm around me. Nothing inappropriate. Just a dad enjoying a ball game with his daughter.

I am pretty sure we had the idea at the same time. We looked at each.

"We really shouldn't," I said.

"No, we shouldn't," said Dad.

"We're going to do it, aren't we?" I said.

"Fuck yeah," said Dad.

"How do we get tickets?" I asked.

"Sometimes we won't, but we scalp them at the last minute. Maybe go a couple days early and look around the towns in the past," said Dad.

"So do we come back to the exact time we left, or do we come back later by the amount of time we were gone," I asked.

"I don't know," said Dad. "We can't really just miss three or four days in the current timeline."

"Sure we could," I said. "Seriously. Either of us gone for a few days would be meaningless for everyone. Hell, just tell them we're going away for a Dad/Daughter weekend. We've never done it. Why haven't we done that?"

Dad was quiet.

I finally laughed.

"They'll happen more when I'm nine," I said.

Dad just nodded, with a big smile.

I can't wait either, Dad.

"We need to be careful," I said. "Only cash and only cash minted prior to the date to which we're traveling."

"You said to which," said Dad. "Not the date we're traveling to, like every other sane human would say."

"That's grammatically incorrect," I said. "Dude, we are all on the spectrum. My need for proper grammar cannot possibly surprise you."

"Yeah," said Dad. "I get it."

"Then again, I can fly, too," I said, laughing.

Well, I can. We all can. Great freaking fun. Great fucking fun. Yes, in mid-air.

It is pretty glorious. OK, that was a small tangent but involved the visual of me getting fucked in mid-air. If you want to imagine it, you have many choices, but the most acrobatic, or maybe aerobatic, is Tomas.

Now your mental image is complete. OK, maybe not. You see, I was wearing this little skimpy lingerie outfit. Small panties. Crotchless, of course. Plus a little sheer cami.

I think I looked pretty sexy, but nothing compared to Tomas. He was wearing the same outfit.

Damn.

Anyway.

"We really, really need to include someone that can coach us," said Bob.

"You just want to fuck Tegan and Natalie," I said.

"Don't forget Luca and Ty," said Dad.

Oh yeah.

"Then again, Nan," said Dad.

He meant for me.

"Plus Tegan, Natalie, and Ty," I said.

Dad laughed.

"Point taken," he said.

"They're meeting us in Montreal in 15," I said.

Dad just moaned.

Emma. Kacey. Finn.

I freaking need to be nine.

We took my plane because, well, I'm pretty Type A and Dad is pretty Type B, so we took my plane.

And that does not surprise you.

We landed next to all the other space planes in the yard. That does not surprise you either.

We came down the stairs and Natalie just mowed Dad down, right on the grass.

Still not surprised, now are you?

Then Ty mowed me down.

At least we went inside before we got naked.

Barely.

"Stop," I said, in my firmest voice. "We need to meet before we fuck."

"Why?" said Natalie.

"Because we might fuck for days," I said.

Natalie just raised her left eyebrow. I gave her my most stern look.

We all went and sat in the living room. I am Nylah!

"Given the group, I'm guessing that this involves interplanetary travel," said Nan.

Dad and I both shook our heads no.

"Oh!" said Natalie. "Time travel."

We both nodded our heads yes.

Which made everyone laugh.

"We want to go back in time and watch vintage basketball games live," said Dad.

Ty and Natalie are looking at each other. They are both blushing.

"Seriously?" said Nan. They both laughed.

"We like baseball," said Ty.

"And the Montreal Expos folded in 2004," said Natalie.

"So we go back for the games. We're careful to only use cash minted before the game and to wear period specific clothing," said Ty. "We would love to go back for longer, but a hotel room is impossible, so we just jump back, go to the game, and come back."

"You should buy a house in the past," said Dad.

Everyone stared at him.

"How could we do that?" asked Ty.

"We'll have to figure it out," I said. I held up a finger and looked something up on my phone. It made me laugh.

And rattled off an address.

"We already bought a house," said Ty.

"No," I said. "Because you would have known about it. So you're going to, and you still own it. More accurately Finn owns it."

"Where is it?" asked Natalie.

"Two blocks over," I said. I hopped up. Fast enough for my skirt to flare. People seem to enjoy it.

It makes me tingle.

I headed out the front door with the crew faithfully following behind me. I flipped up my skirt in the back and let it fall.

Now, that moan was a compliment.

I went down to the corner and made a left. Two streets up I made another left. Third house on the right. We all trouped up the front walk.

"How are we going to get in?" asked Ty.

"We're going to ring the bell," I said. I had information they didn't.

You see, the door was answered by a woman who I would guess was in her mid-sixties. 63 to be exact.

Yes, I have it reasonably figured out.

Particularly when she started laughing.

"Took you long enough," she said. "Have you actually bought it yet?"

"No," I said. That made her laugh some more. She stepped to the side and waved us in just when her husband Felix walked up. 64.

"Doesn't this mess with the timeline?" asked Felix.

"Oh," said Nan. "Maybe."

"You told us to tell you that it doesn't," said Elodie. "If you came before you bought the house."

"OK then," said Nan.

This is a little freaky.

Oh, this opens up so much.

Carefully.

We aren't married

My name is Micah. I live with my dad. Still in our crappy apartment. Which is not a consulate.

Yet.

Let's back up. We met Jessica at the Great Wolf in Charlotte. She, well, put me in my place.

Oh, and given Dicky and I spend every single weekend someplace that is in the country of Dionysus, we're still making it work. I know it seems like a long-time journal wise, but it has only been about five weeks since we went to the space station.

My fiancé and me. My dad and me.

One and the same. Dicky.

He likes dicky.

OK, that didn't work at all. Even though he does.

"But you should still tell Bob," said Dicky. Yes, I use his name now. Dad seems a little weird. We live in South Carolina, not North Carolina. In the town of Rock Hill. I think Jessica mentioned I had been on my middle school swim team. More accurately, I am currently on my middle school swim team. I'm in the eighth grade at Dutchman Creek Middle School.

Tomorrow should be an eventful day. Notwithstanding Jessica's kicking my ass, I'm actually a pretty competitive swimmer against actual humans.

I didn't realize I would ever have to make that particular distinction but in Jessica's case, I'm leaning towards not human.

So tomorrow.

After school is the sectionals. My two events are the 100-meter butterfly and the 200-meter medley. Disparate events and if I continue I'll probably need to pick one.

I'm just glad Jessica doesn't competitively swim. Seriously. I am very close to a world-record pace for juniors in both events.

She toasted me. She's 5. I even talked to her about it just a few minutes ago.

"I don't get it," I said to Jessica. In a video call. And she's naked.

OK, me too. We masturbate together over video occasionally. Sometimes. Often.

And that can't surprise you.

"I am within three seconds of the world record in my age group," I said. "The record is 1.04.35. I've beaten it in practice and just need to do it in a meet. All that is very cool. But you would beat me and I'm talking easily. You doing it in 50 seconds wouldn't surprise me. How is that possible?"

"Oh, that's easy," said Jessica. Then she laughed at my expression.

"Easy, huh," I said. "So what is it?"

"I don't think I'm human," said Jessica. Softly. Holy shit.

"Holy shit," I said, actually out loud. "I know that's kind of standing joke about you and Bill but really?"

"Yeah," she said.

"So what happens as you get older?" I said. "What if you want to compete?"

"I don't know," she said. "I really don't. I'll pass any drug tests. I'm not cheating with my powers. I'm just that capable."

"Your powers," I said, and Jessica laughed.

"You really don't know," said Jessica. I shook my head no.

"Do I have your permission to make you cum?" said Jessica.

"Any time, any place," I laughed.

Ten minutes had passed when I woke up.

"That's your superpower?" I said. "A pretty fucking great superpower."

"Not my only one and I'm not alone. Most of the extended family has powers," said Jessica.

"Do I?" I asked.

"Maybe," said Jessica. "Our theory is everyone does, but something about our lives enables you to use them."

"Probably all the sex which means right now I probably don't," I said. "Pretty freaking frustrating."

"Why?" said Jessica. "You and Dicky live together. I know that's not a lot of variety but hey, it's cock."

OK, we both laughed. We're kids.

"Because I don't live in a consulate!" I said.

"Well, that's easy," said Jessica.

"You can make our apartment a consulate?" I said.

"Well no," said Jessica. "But I can buy you a house."

"Sure, sure, my 5-year-old friend, which is weird enough, is going to buy me a house," I said.

Jessica laughed.

"Sure," she said. "Come on. You have to know money isn't a problem for me."

"Well, you did buy Great Wolf so we could fuck," I said. We both laughed.

"And then we left for the night!" said Jessica.

"Pretty sure you've put it to good use since then," I said.

"Well, yeah," said Jessica. Now, that voice is sexy. "I'll be there in 15 minutes. Wear clothes."

"You really think to have to tell me that?" I said.

"Kind of a reminder to me, too," said Jessica. "I sometimes forget."

"I'll bet that's well received," I said. Jessica laughed.

"Yeah," she said, a little begrudgingly.

"Would you just stop it," I said.

"Stop what?" she said.

"Stop giving a shit how attractive you are," I said. "You always say that physical beauty does not define a person yet you're letting it define you."

"I am not!" said Jessica. "It's not important!"

"But you make it important with every denial," I said. "If someone compliments you on your beauty, all you have to do is say thank you and the conversation ends."

"Wow," said Jessica. "So my insisting I'm not that gorgeous is making people think about whether I am that gorgeous."

"Yeah," I said.

I just stayed quiet, and she did for a bit, too.

"I'll be there in 15," said Jessica. "Wear clothes."

Which is why we were both laughing when we hung up.

She showed up in 12. In clothes. With Ronan and Kenny. Unfortunately also in clothes. Yes I know they're 6 and 9 but I don't care. They're my friends. And one way or another the odds are good we'll fuck.

"And Ronan and I have exceptions," said Jessica.

"Oh God," I said. Now we're all laughing again.

"Let's buy you a house so we have someplace to fuck," said Jessica.

"Shouldn't Dicky come with us?" I said.

"Up to you," said Jessica. "But I'm not buying him a house. Don't get me wrong, I understand you're going to get married, and he'll live there. That's all cool. But this house is for the superintendent of schools."

"Not sure I understand the distinction, but he's at work right now anyway," said Micah. "Wait, what?"

Suddenly Jessica was laughing.

"Why are you laughing?" I said. A fair question, I think.

"Because I forgot to load a car," said Jessica. "We'll get a JetsonCar over to the dealership and I'll buy something. You don't even have a car yet, do you?"

"Um," I said. "I'm 14."

"So? You went through driver's ed," said Jessica. "You can drive. Hell, you can fly cars. They showed you how to engage it."

"Come on," I said. "That was real? Any car my dad, err Dicky, sells can fly if you know how to engage it?"

"Not just know how," said Jessica. "Your voice print has to be in the global database and yours is. Assuming you like any of them, what's your favorite BMW?"

"A 430i convertible," I said.

"430 not M4," said Jessica. I laughed.

"My dreams are more modest," I said.

"Why not an M8?" said Jessica. "A little roomier. A little more luxurious."

"I refer you back to my earlier statement," I said. "Hell yes, I'd like an M8 convertible. But come on. They start at $140K. Hell, the one I absolutely want is on the showroom floor. I have spent months configuring that car and sure as shit it actually shows up."

Jessica giggled. She freaking giggled.

"Let's go," she said. "Our ride is here."

We walked outside and sure enough an actual Jetsons bubble car. I know there are a few in the area, but I've never seen one.

"Did we get this because you're with us?" I said.

"Yes," said Jessica. "Put it in your profile that you prefer them, and you'll get one almost every time. But then again, you're about to have a flying car. It is handy though when you don't want to park. Then again, you can send your car to the nearest Target."

By the time she finished that, we landed at the dealership. A real Jetsons car causes a bit of a commotion so most of the salespeople came out. Dad saw it was us and ran over.

And gave me the most boring hug you can imagine.

"Hi," said Jessica. "Nice to see you again, Dicky. We're here to buy a car for Micah. Do I understand you have an M8 convertible that is to her liking?"

Dicky laughed.

"Yeah, you could say that," he said. "I couldn't believe it came in and matched hers so closely. It is a little different because Micah didn't choose all the options. She's designing an M8 and she's still frugal. This one has everything. Just everything. I can't even imagine us having a buyer for it. Kind of weird that it is even here."

"Consider it sold. Write it up please. We'll pay cash and pay the full sticker price," said Jessica.

Dicky seems a touch surprised.

"Why do you need a car in Charlotte?" said Dicky. To Jessica.

"I don't," said Jessica. "That would be weird. Come on. This one matches Micah's dreams. Of course it is for her."

"And it flies!" said Micah, a little softly.

Dicky laughed.

"Oh, come on," said Jessica. "We taught you how to make them fly. Dicky, it is a 20-mile drive for you. Surely you're flying."

We both just stared at Jessica.

"Come on," she said. "Take me to the Finance Manager."

So Dicky did.

"This young lady would like to buy the M8," said Dicky, to the Finance Manager. "She's offered full sticker and will be paying cash."

"Hi, Micah," said Rex. Yes, I've met Rex. He's kind of hot. "What's your dad talking about? I know you're not 16."

I just shook my head no and pointed at Jessica, which seemed to confuse him more.

Jessica laughed and shook her head no and pointed back at me.

Then she tapped her ear. What the hell?

That's when Rex pointed at my ear with a scan gun like they have at the grocery.

"OK then," said Rex. "That encoded all the information, so you're good to go. Dicky, just give Micah the keys. This confirmed her license and insurance as well. I didn't realize you had a Dionysus license, Micah."

Now everyone is staring at Jessica.

Well, we are.

But for different reasons. I'm trying to figure out how my ear paid for a car.

Rex clearly figured out who she is. And is enjoying the view.

Damn, he's hard.

"We're off to buy Micah a house," said Jessica. "Perhaps once we do, you'd both like to come christen it with her."

"Christen it?" said Rex and Dicky, together.

Micah and I just waited them out.

"Oh, come on," they both said. "That's real?"

Yes, still in sync.

Rex shrugged his shoulders.

"Jinx," he said, just as Dicky did.

Oh boy.

"You can pay off the kiss here," said Jessica. "We own the place. For the double jinx, I'd suggest waiting until we pick up that house so you can pay off in the bed."

"What's the payoff for a double jinx?" said Rex.

"You fuck each other," said Jessica.

They both looked at each other for a bit, but it was Micah's moan that caught them by surprise.

"That is so hot," she said. "Get the first one out of the way on each other and use the rest for me."

Rex's eyebrows shot up.

"She's your daughter!" he said. Then he moaned.

"Oh God, that's hot," said Rex. "All of it."

Yeah, it is.

"I guess I should ask you both," said Jessica. "How tied are you to the area right around the school? The houses I have found are 10-15 miles away."

"I can't move that far," I said. "It would switch schools. I'd be screwed for my swimming."

"No it wouldn't," said Jessica. "A student in our school system can go to any school they want. You could do Monday at Dutchman and the rest of the week in Robertville. You choose your home school. That doesn't need to change. Don't forget, you'll both have flying cars, too."

"You're going to replace her brand-new M8 with a flying car?" asked Rex. Jessica laughed.

"Of course not," said Jessica. "The M8 can fly."

For some reason Dicky and Rex are staring at Jessica. Hmm. I suppose it is the flying M8 thing, but Jessica is worth staring at.

Ask me how I know.

We don't always masturbate over the phone. OK, we do, I just meant we do it when we're together, too.

Although she has had an exception every time.

"Do you always have an exception?" I asked, of Jessica. She laughed.

"No, but they never turn one down," said Jessica. "I just think they enjoy knowing who I am fucking."

"Fucking?" squeaked Rex.

Jessica and I are just nodding.

"And what is an exception?" said Rex, with so much hope.

"It allows me to fuck anyone under 18," said Jessica.

Why is Rex moaning?

"17," said Rex.

Oh.

Yay!

"Yay!" said Jessica.

See!

Rex got us back on track.

"How does this specific M8 that arrived without our ordering it fly?" said Rex.

"That's not what happened," said Jessica. "I don't know how this car got here, but it was meant to be here for Micah. As for this one flying, they all do. Anything delivered in the last year or so can fly."

"My car can fly?" said Rex, with some surprise.

"Sure," said Jessica. "But you'll have to go through the training."

"It's pretty easy," I said.

"You've been through the training for flying cars?" said Rex.

"She just certified to fly an S-88 space plane, so I'm not seeing the M8 as a stretch," said Jessica. Holy shit.

"I thought I needed two more hours?" I said and Jessica laughed.

"You did, but I waived them," said Jessica. "I had a point to make and you don't need them."

Suddenly everyone in the showroom started running to the front window. What the fuck?

"What's going on?" I said. Rex and Dicky just shrugged.

Jessica smirked.

She freaking smirked.

We walked to the front window to look.

At the S-88 hovering over the used car lot.

"Why is there an S-88 floating over the used car lot?" I asked.

"So I can show you how to load your M8 into your S-88," said Jessica.

"My S-88!" I said, kind of shouting.

"It comes with the job," said Jessica.

"You have a job, Micah?" said Rex. "What are you doing?"

I looked at Jessica and she nodded. Then she pointed at the TV mounted in the corner of the showroom.

That is showing my picture.

"Why are you on TV, Micah?" said Rex. "Is this about the swim meet? It's pretty big local news."

"I don't know," I said, truthfully. "It could be."

Jessica slowly shook her head no.

"Oh," I said. "It's been announced?"

Jessica slowly shook her head yes.

Those are both more fun when she's naked. It gives you an excuse to look. Jessica just snorted. Why did Jessica snort?

"Because you can always look as much as you want, especially when I am naked," said Jessica.

Said, not thought. Out loud.

"Naked?" squeaked Rex and Dicky.

And me. I got it out first.

"It was predictable," I said.

"I can't wait," said Rex.

Jessica laughed and pointed at me, then Rex.

Oh hell, yes. I walked over with my arms open, and he melted into a hug.

And a pretty freaking spectacular kiss.

Trios are a thing, right?

Dicky moaning implied an interest on his part, too.

Which made Rex moan.

Interesting.

This is all freaking hilarious

This is Jessica. I love this shit. It is the only shit I know. OK, weird phraseology but you get my drift. Someone will reward me for phraseology, too.

Yay!

I mean doing things like this for Micah. I was born into Dionysus. I have access to more money than you can imagine. I could buy South Carolina.

Well, it is nice. Except for the Republicans, but that would be an ugly tangent.

We headed out to the parking lot while someone pulled Micah's car out.

"Let's do this," I said. "Send the plane to Target. We'll take the car and go house hunting. We can load the car at the Target."

The plane just stayed there.

"Just think it," I said to Micah. "Think that you'd like your plane to park itself at the Target."

And now the plane flew off.

"Was that plane empty?" said Rex.

"Yeah," I said. "We really don't need it yet. Micah sent it to the nearest Target. We'll take the M8."

"Can we start with how my earrings bought a car?" said Micah.

"No," I said. "Because you already know the answer to that question."

Micah thought for a minute then her eyebrows flew up.

"Me?" she squeaked.

I just nodded. I am my father's daughter.

And I can't freaking wait. I really want to know Dad better.

You get my point, right?

We all loaded up in the car. I have to laugh because I'm in the back with Rex and Dicky is riding shotgun. I wonder if we'll get pulled over for me not being in a car seat. Our cars have force fields. I don't need a car seat.

Oh wait. This is easy. They can't actually see the seat. I floated up about the right amount to be roughly 9 years old.

If only.

For some reason, Rex is staring. It could be because I am floating, but I am leaning towards something else. You see, my little skirt appears to have gotten caught on the seat belt. I said I was dressed. I didn't say that included panties.

He's got a pretty great pussy shot. I should smooth down my skirt.

Nah.

"Can I ask some questions?" said Rex, without taking his eyes off my pussy.

I spread my legs and little and used my fingers to spread my pussy lips apart. Hey, if you're going to look.

Then I slid in a finger.

He is now taking deep breaths with his eyes closed. Felt like a good time to smooth down my skirt. He opened his eyes and I guess I did kind of appreciate the look of disappointment.

I'll show him my pussy up close later. Heck, he can use his cock to check out the inside.

Which he will.

I turned my head and realized that Dicky had been watching, too.

"Oh my God," he said. "I am so sorry."

"Why?" I said. "You can look all you want. Hell, you'll see him fuck me later."

I appear to have startled them both.

Well, he will, if there is an interest. I am pretty sure there is.

Rex finally opened his eyes. Carefully. It is OK, dude.

"Back to my questions," said Rex. "Let's start with the obvious. What was on TV? We left before we saw it."

"They were announcing my new job," said Micah.

"Your new job is newsworthy?" said Rex. "Aren't you 14?"

"Yes and yes," said Micah. It took Rex a moment to figure that out.

"Are you going to tell me?" asked Rex.

"Sure," said Micah. "I'm the new Superintendent of Schools."

"Well sure," said Rex. "That would come with a flying car and a new house."

That's when it hit him.

"Holy shit," he said. He looked at me a bit embarrassed by the profanity.

"Hey, I used fuck in my last sentence," I said. "Then again, it was the description of an actual upcoming event."

"Listen," I added. "Let's go see the house that I think is the best choice. I'm buying it whether you like it or not. If you do, it is your house. If you don't, it is my house, and we'll find you another."

"Why would you want a house in Rock Hill?" asked Rex. "For that matter, why is a 5-year-old buying a house?"

"Because it is a gorgeous house on a nice lake with a dock," I said. "Which means that a lot of people from my extended family will fill it up pretty much all the time."

"What if it is my house?" asked Micah.

"If it was me, the three of you would move into the master," I said. "And I'd keep one bedroom open. I'd put the other two in the reservations app."

They all just looked at me.

"You use it all the time!" I said to Micah.

"You mean we've been signing up rooms in someone's home?" said Dicky.

"Yeah, sure," I said. "Not always, but pretty often. Weren't you in Paris last weekend? With Sara and Nathan?"

"Yeah," said Micah, in a super low voice.

"That was their apartment," I said. "They're a lot of fun. Now, I can't experience that personally yet but they're so damn cute together."

Micah and Dicky are nodding.

Uh huh.

"Can we back up to where you suggested the three of us move into the master?" asked Rex.

"Oh," I said. "I thought that was obvious. You're a trio."

Rex thought about it for a bit.

"If only," he said.

"Dude," I said. "You're Dionysus citizens. You can get married today."

"Citizens!" shouted Rex.

"Sure," I said. "Micah and Dicky already are. Seemed like you should be, too."

"How does that even work?" said Micah.

"I think he should be a citizen, so he is a citizen," I said. "Not really that complicated."

For some reason they accepted that. Which is good. Because it is true.

Maybe I should just declare everyone in the US a citizen and all places they live are consulates.

I'll dwell on that one.

They sure did love the house. And guess what? The larger house next door had just gone on the market.

I bought them both.

"Remind me again why you bought both houses?" said Rex.

"Nice lake, fun people," I said. "We like nice lakes and fun people. This entire house will be in the app."

"It has nine bedrooms," said Dicky.

"Yeah," I said. "You'll have a wide selection of people to fuck pretty much all the time. For example, Ruby loves South Carolina."

We all spent a moment thinking about doing something amazing with Ruby.

I did from memory.

Repeatedly.

Did I mention we christened both masters? It felt like the right idea. Perhaps I should mention that in the bigger house, Bill, Nylah, Colby, and Karolina joined us. They love the lake. We'll all be back a lot. Don't forget Ronan and Kenny, too.

OK, Micah and Rex are a draw. Sorry Dicky.

"Hey," said Karolina. "I'm at least 9."

Oh, yes she is.

My swim meet

This was a weird day. Jessica suggested I not go to school or the office today. That I should just chill. Apparently our programs are all self-paced and the boss can blow off work whenever they want. Jessica has a training regimen for me before my races.

My tummy is full. Not food. Do you understand?

Bill, Colby, Ronan, Kenny, and Rex.

On me or in me, it all ended up in my tummy.

Thanks to Nylah and Karolina.

We're off to the meet right now. As it turns out, it is actually at my school. The sectionals rotate and it was our turn. A lot of folks left, but Bill and Jessica are coming to watch with Dicky and Rex. This will be a little weird. For now, at the meet, he'll be back to Dad and Rex will be a family friend.

Jessica suggested we could dispense with the subterfuge quickly.

Someone will reward me for subterfuge.

"I will," said a voice as he walked up. He's holding a young woman's hand.

Bob and Rylee.

Holy shit.

"We'll celebrate regardless of the outcome," said Bob, who introduced himself to Rex and Dicky. They were both just staring. About half at Bob, who is in a pretty tight form fitting athletic shirt and the other half Rylee who is similarly attired, and I am confident that does not include a bra.

Oh joy.

"We hope we're not too distracting," said Rylee.

"The faster I swim, the sooner we fuck," I said.

They all appear to be nodding.

Which is when two women walked in with Kenny and Ronan.

Pari and Amy.

Whee!

OK, they're calling my first race, which is the 100-meter butterfly. The sectionals are limited to the top ten qualifiers for a reason. There are ten lanes in an Olympic sized pool. No heats. Just the finals in each event. That's fantastic for those of us in multiple events.

I got onto the blocks. Lane 4. My favorite lane. I don't even know why. I win in Lane 4. It does a lot for my confidence.

And we're off. I'm feeling strong. Just racing my race. I block everyone else out. Swimming my heart out.

Finally I made the final touch and looked up.

I freaking won. I took 1.3 seconds off the record. Not the sectional record.

The world record.

As regular readers of the journal, I believe you are familiar with the word bedlam. But I don't have time to celebrate. They scheduled my two races back-to-back. Given my biggest opponent in the next race is the daughter of the person that puts together the meet schedule, I can't say I am surprised.

Asshat.

All I had time to do was walk around to stay warm. I waved all my friends off and they understood.

It's time. Already. Fuck. I'm wiped.

Lane 4.

Maybe it is an omen. The first race wasn't competitive. I knew I would win. This race, given how tired I am, is up for grabs. Either I will win, or she will.

Yes, the dude's daughter.

Do I need to repeat asshat?

We're off. I feel better than I thought I would. Just pushing and pushing. I nailed the turn and am just swimming my damn heart out. Either I win and we'll celebrate both races or I don’t, and we'll celebrate the first. A freaking world record.

I touched and looked up.

I won. I goddamn won.

2.2 seconds. A new world record.

Holy shit.

The last celebration was nothing. They even stopped the events for a bit to announce it. I was impressed that Lynna came up and congratulated me.

"I'm so pleased you set the record," said Lynna. "My dad's an asshat."

See!

"We're going to have a bit of a celebration," I said. "Would you like to join us?"

I kind of waved at my cheering section. Lynna turned and looked.

Now, that was a moan.

That's when he stormed up. Her dad.

He didn't see Amy come up behind him.

This will be interesting.

"Let's go," he said, grabbing her arm. "You should have fucking won. You need more practice."

"I beat the fucking world record!" said Lynna. She did. Except for me, she'd hold the record.

"You need to practice," he growled.

"Fuck you!" she screamed. "I'm not a goddamn machine. Leave me alone or I'll let the world know exactly what your training regimen includes."

Ah shit.

Yes, I'm engaged and regularly fuck my dad. This is not the same.

"Excuse me," said Amy, in a voice that is pretty freaking terrifying.

"Fuck off," said her dad.

"I will not be doing that," said Amy. "Let go of her before I have you arrested."

"You and what army?" he said.

It was a wonderful time for Leslie to be standing behind him. Not just because of the giant ion gun strapped to her back. She is in yoga shorts and a sports bra.

Mesmerizing.

Seriously so.

"That would be me," said Leslie, softly. He spun around and appears a bit confused. Part of him is enjoying the view. Visibly. Part of him recognized that she has a big gun on her back.

God, she's sexy.

I appreciate that she just winked at me.

"Who the fuck are you?" he said, to Leslie and to Amy, who is standing next to Leslie now.

That's some sexy right there.

"Lynna will not be leaving with you," said Amy. "She is a legal adult now."

"No she's not," he said. "She's 14."

"And a legal adult in the country of Dionysus," said Amy. "Of which she is now a citizen."

He snorted and not in a good way.

"Like that could happen. We're in South Carolina," he said, laughing.

"Did you not notice the giant ion gun?" said Leslie, pulling it off her back.

He's a bit focused now. Oh, Leslie isn't pointing it at him. It's still pretty freaking scary.

Just then Jessica ran up and handed something to Lynna.

A passport.

Lynna opened it.

"Seriously?" said Lynna. "I'm a citizen?"

Jessica smiled so damn big. Lynna's dad is a bit confused.

My impression is that he has never seen a woman have an orgasm before.

Believable.

"You should just go," said Leslie. "Before I arrest you."

"You can't arrest me in the US!" said the dad.

"Maybe, maybe not, but you're not in the US right now," said Leslie. That voice is freaking scary.

I got another wink.

"Don't bother coming home," he growled, to Lynna. "You're not welcome."

Lynna looks a little stunned. Understandably. We've been rivals for years. Not friends really, mostly because of, you guessed it, her dad.

"The passport is nice and all but what the fuck do I do now?" said Lynna, fighting back tears. Amy walked up and just engulfed her in a hug and let her cry it out.

I can personally attest to the power of an Amy hug.

Pardon me while I moan.

"Just move in with us," I said. "We'll figure it out. You're an adult and a Dionysus citizen. You have a lot of options."

"I can't afford anything! I'll have to quit school and get a job," she said. "At least at home I had food even if he did rape me almost daily. With my mom helping!"

Well fuck.

"On it," said Leslie, who headed off after her dad. Who seems to be stuck in place. He's fighting it but he can't move, and no one is touching him. Leslie caught him and handcuffed him.

Jessica cackled.

It is a little scary.

Just then the sexiest young woman walked in dressed just like Leslie including the big gun. She's holding the arm of a woman who is also cuffed.

"That's my mom," said Lynna.

"Who is also under arrest," said Jessica. "That's Della. She's a general in our military."

"That girl is a general," said Lynna. "My dad is a Colonel in the National Guard. So is my mom. Their friends rape me, too. They trade kids."

Jessica just waved Della over and explained the situation.

"Shit," said Della. "I'll get Kyrsten involved."

"Kyrsten?" said Lynna. "The President of the United States?"

"Yes," said a voice. Well sure. Princess President Chris. The former president.

"It's just Chris," she said. She's really sweet. Yes, I mean her personally but also, you know, tastes sweet.

Yum.

"The whole thing sucks," said Lynna. "They all keep fucking me and I'm a lesbian!"

"Well," said Chris. "I doubt that, but that's not our focus right now. Keeping you safe is."

"Pretty sure I'm gay," said Lynna. "I'd do you right here."

"Not yet," said Chris. "Eventually, but not yet."

It put a damper on the celebration, understandably, but we have the rest of our lives. I took Lynna and we showered. I found a private stall for us.

No need to share.

We came back out and there were camera crews. I am just not in the mood.

"No interviews right now," said Leslie, from behind the media. They all spun and looked at Leslie. It might have been the big gun.

But at least they left us alone.

We headed out to the car and Dicky and Rex went with Leslie, leaving Lynna with me.

"Where are they going?" said Lynna. "Your dad is the driver."

I took her hand and led her over to my car and got her in the passenger seat. I walked around and climbed in.

"You can drive?" said Lynna, with surprise. "You're my age."

It felt like the perfect time to take off and head to my house. You understand what I meant by takeoff, right? It even made Lynna laugh a little.

"Is it going to be alright?" she asked.

"Yes," I said.

"What about my little sister?" she said.

Aw fuck.

"We have her," thought Leslie, to me.

"She's safe," I said. "She'll be there when we land."

That made Lynna happy, and we spent the rest of the ride in silence. It wasn't very long, and we landed next to a used plane lot.

"Why are there so many planes?" she said. "Why are there any planes?"

"Dionysus," I said, as if that answered anything. I guess it did.

"Which one is yours?" said Lynna, with a laugh. She has a nice laugh.

"That one," I said, pointing to mine. Her look is hilarious.

"My life has changed, hasn't it?" she said, softly.

I held my arms open, and she melted into the hug. While we were hugging someone ran up and joined the hug. I looked and she is Lynna's mini-me.

"I'm Lanna," she said.

They're safe now.

Not sure what happened

My name is Lanna. I am Lynna's sister. I am 9. I just turned 9. That is not a good thing, at least in my family.

I was passed around the party.

It hurt. I bled for days.

Now, I know all about Dionysus and how sex is good for us, and I'm very interested but not that way. I admit I've been terrified of our life ahead. I see how it has broken Lynna.

Lynna laughs now. It is amazing.

We live with Micah now. Micah is marrying Rex and Dicky. Dicky is her dad. Now, given our history, you would think that would offend, if not terrify us.

It does not. All you have to see is the genuine affection.

And laughter.

We don't know what's next, but we're still in our schools. Lynna still swimming and practicing with Micah. I think they push each other to be better.

Our lives are going to be OK.

Happy endings are good

The situation with Lynna and Lanna is horrible. Just horrible. But they're safe now. They're fun to have around, too. They know their situation was bad and while I won't say they're over it, they're making progress. They're both in counseling and I think it helps. They're welcome to live with us as long as they want. Maybe they'll move on soon but maybe not. They stay to themselves some and share a room. I suspect they comfort each other, and you know we think that's a good thing.

Oh, this is Micah.

I've taken over the area school systems and am just bumbling a bit but so far, so good. Jessica suggested that I go meet Nova, who runs the New York City school system. Feels like that is a little bigger. So Lynna and I are headed up to spend a weekend. We're staying with them in their guest house.

They have a guest house. In New York City. I guess there are a bunch of places in New York.

Cool.

Lanna was invited but she has plans with Jessica this weekend. Not sure what. I'll let her tell her story.

We just landed on their house. I'm not certified yet, so Cassie came and picked us up. Cassie is amazing. You all know her story. I did laugh because she brought Lindy and Lucas with her. We spent the short flight chatting with them. They have observations on the future of politics in the US that are amazing.

Did I mention they're not yet one? They're also hilarious together. They finish each other's sentences and occasionally bicker and laugh a lot.

I think they're soulmates. I'm pretty sure they do, too. I suspect nap time is more fun than we realize. You go, kids.

We landed to a welcoming committee of Nicolo, Nova, and Luke.

Damn.

We're on the roof so everyone is dressed, such as it is. Nova is in a bikini. A tiny, tiny bikini. For 11, she fills it out quite nicely. Luke and Nicolo are in Speedos. There is not a lot of material in those suits and I'm pretty sure they're from two or even three years ago.

They're also both hard. Did I mention Nova's bikini? What's interesting is that Lynna seems enamored with their, um, endowment.

"You know there is no pressure, but you're in a safe space here," said Cassie. "Nothing has to happen. You're in total control. But if you're curious, there are no finer men in the world to help and coach you. That's literally true of everyone you meet in Dionysus. My situation was pretty bad, too, and I'm safe now and enjoying life."

"I read about you in the journal," said Lynna, quietly. "I am curious. I really am. I thought I was a lesbian, but I think that might have just been a reaction to protect myself."

"No need to make any decisions," said Luke. "We're here all weekend and our home is always open to you. I know Nova, Cassie, and Micah are available to support you in any way you want."

Lynna laughed a little. It's nice.

"I experience Micah's support a lot," she laughed.

Yes she does. Whee!

"We were just going swimming," said Nova. "We don't normally wear suits but thought we should today. We have suits for you both."

Lucas and Lindy had wandered off but came back in very similar Speedos. No top for Lindy, but, you know, a baby.

"I am not a baby," said Lindy, firmly. "OK, technically maybe I am."

Now we're all laughing.

"We do still love breast feeding," said Lucas, with a laugh.

I'll bet they do.

We had walked across the roof and sure enough, a big pool, on the roof.

"You don't wear suits even though everyone could see?" said Lynna, waving at the taller buildings.

Cassie pointed at a line around the pool and lounges.

"Inside that line, no one can see," said Cassie. "The tech is cool."

"Then why do we need suits?" said Lynna, pulling off her T-shirt.

It wasn't a full moan. More of a peep.

>From Luke.

Lynna stopped, holding her T-shirt, and topless.

"That was for me?" said Lynna, softly.

"Yes," said Luke. "It was. I should have controlled it better, but you're quite beautiful."

"And it doesn't bother you," said Lynna, to Cassie.

"I controlled my moan better than he did," said Cassie. "And no, it doesn't. You have to understand our world by now."

Lynna didn't answer. She just wiggled out of her shorts and is naked now.

None of us controlled our moans very well. There was a flurry of activity and now we're all naked.

"It's OK that they're here," said Lynna, nodding at Lindy and Lucas, who are now also naked.

"Sure," said Lucas. "We often have suggestions."

"Good suggestions," said Nova, in a super deep voice.

"Weird, but OK," said Lynna. She walked over to Luke and held out her hand. He took her hand and smiled at her.

And caught her.

I was in the line of sight. Luckily, Cassie caught me.

Lynna is a little woozy but seems to have appreciated the experience.

Lynna finally led Luke over to a lounge and pushed him onto his back. She climbed up and sat on his legs.

Luke is clearly enjoying the view.

"You're OK with this," said Lynna, to Luke.

"For you I have no boundaries," said Luke. We all echoed it. OK, except Lucas and Lindy.

I suspect they would if they could.

"You've been through all of this?" said Nova.

Lynna nodded as she held up Luke's cock. She lifted up and settled down onto his cock and stopped. Luke let her for a bit and then started giving her attention.

Nipples and clit.

She just stayed where she was through several orgasms and then started lifting up and down gently.

Luke kept up the attention.

Lynna's eyes are closed, and she has a small smile on her face. Luke lasted but it was finally clear that he exploded inside her.

Lynna laid down on Luke's chest and he hugged her. I think she might have cried a little. He held her for a while and we all just stayed quiet.

Finally she sat back up and looked at Nicolo.

"You're next," she said.

That's when the orgy broke out.

We had a wonderful weekend and I learned so much from Nova and Nicolo about running the schools but under it all, that didn't turn out to be the purpose of the trip. Lynna didn't experience Mark yet and he clearly understood. He's an actual adult.

Next weekend we're going to Priapus with a big group of kids around our age.

Lynna can't wait.

Things are improving.

Lanna's improvement

Lanna, here. I'm not going to tell the story of my weekend beyond saying I am not a lesbian either.

Whee!

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