19 February 2024

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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?

Boats!

Bob, here. I bought some boats. Ok technically I bought some boat manufacturers. Hey, I like boats. We had already rolled up a number of shipyards as well as major truck manufacturers. Farm equipment, too.

Ion power, you know? OK, technically, I didn't buy the boat manufacturers. Natalya did. It turned out she not only was into boats, but she'd prepared detailed evaluations on the purchase of damn near every manufacturer. As she put it, she did it to dream.

Sometimes dreams come true.

How freaking new age of me.

There was starting to be some global concern about our concentration of ownership. I saw their point but what was the solution? It wasn't slowing us down. We truly felt we were doing good in the world. Given that global polling shows that almost 100% of those polled believe we are a force for good and an even higher percentage, even closer to 100%, want to move here, we are in an unusual position.

So who did I buy? More accurately, what did Natalya buy? You remember Natalya. Owns a rare Mustang. Married to her brother Emilio. Yeah, married. Good for them. In the case of boats, Natalya likes boats, so she owns the manufacturers. I did laugh, because until recently she'd only been on one small boat in her life.

Now she races. We'll come back to that.

• Moomba
• Nautique
• Chaparral
• Yamaha
• Sea Ray
• Sunseeker
• Mastercraft
• Cobalt
• Formula
• Amels
• Christensen

OK, some of them were more yacht then boat but still. I think in each case we have been their best customer over the last few years. I only bought the boat part of Yamaha.

"No you didn't," said Pari. "You bought all of Yamaha."

"I did? The motorcycles?" I asked.

"And ATVs, snowmobiles, and wave runners, and more," said Pari. "You're the king of pianos now. OK, Natalya is. How could you not know this?"

"I only wanted the boats," I said.

Pari and I took a bit to stop laughing. Natalya just smirked. Yes, the three of us are together. Yes, we're naked.

Come on. Or more accurately, cum on. Oh, I'm going to have to reward myself. Then again, Pari and Natalya. That's a pretty amazing reward.

Back to the story. In case it isn't obvious, this is a road trip for Natalya and me and Pari just doubles the fun. The funny thing is all I can think about is one of the first trips, if not the first trip Pari and I did together, to Belgium. I know exactly when I fell in love with Pari. It was when she negotiated for the house and school in Ixelles. In Belgium. She just owned the negotiations. Took it to them, fairly.

She was nine. That's the day I knew.

"Me too," she said. "It took you both a while to come around, but I knew. That day."

"Hell, I knew as soon as I met you both. All three of you. You just glow when you're in the same room," said Natalya. "Then again, you have that same glow with Rylee. How the fuck do you do it, Bob?"

"With pleasure," I said.

Back to the boats.

We were managing them like Hunter and Tomas. Independent brands with some cross pollination.

Add our ion tech. That was their game changer. Just like autos, no one else can compete.

I felt a little bad. Not a lot bad. I guess that's bad. I'm a little confused.

I mentioned the concern about ownership. It was particularly heightened in the US. There is still an entrenched group of isolationists. To no surprise, they were particularly upset about things that Ruby owned. Sophia was fine.

What could possibly be the difference? But Ruby hate was modest compared to Pari. Pari drove them insane.

Pari is Iranian. Proudly Iranian. Visibly Iranian. Especially those glorious nipples. Not sure why I focused on her nipples but damn. But what tears them apart is that Pari is teaching many of their kids.

She is also such a wonderful person. Amy and I love Pari, which is good, since we're all married.

Yippee! Soon we'll add Rylee, too.

Yippee!

Come on. That deserved a yippee, too.

What the hell did I do?

My life is incredible, and I believe in what I am doing. Most people do, too, but not everyone. This is a tangent. Deal with it.

Some of that is vehement disagreement with our teaching approach. The fact that it is proven through the results makes it even worse.

Something else about me bothered them. What could it be?

I think I flipped all their switches. Young, powerful, rich, a girl, and Iranian.

And in a relationship with Amy and Bob. The King and Queen. Don't forget Rylee! I don't.

And damn sexual. Publicly sexual. Eiffel Tower, remember?

We are talking about a group that hated everything on that list, especially the last one. Sex. The fact that Iran has changed doesn't matter to them. Did I mention the free elections? Equality for women? Separation of church and state?

Hell, Iran is doing better than the US did until Chris came along. Maybe still. You know this is Pari, I hope.

Let me give you an example. I find it hilarious. A few nights ago I was going on The Daily Show again. I find Trevor funny and insightful. He wanted to talk about education. Given I'm the Minister of Education, I seemed like the right choice. I'm pretty outgoing and was excited about the interview.

I was staying at Bob and Amy's original apartment and Colby and Nylah came with me. I was bringing them on with me although they didn't know it. It depended on how the interview went. They wouldn't mind. There aren't many kids more outgoing than they are. They've done so darn well in our schools. The funny thing is that Colby is really shy in, um, different situations.

They were my example.

Oops. Nylah wants the pen.

Yes I'm a ham

Yes, I'm a ham. Just like Nan, right?

Colby and I aren't stupid. We knew Pari would invite us on stage. Why not? Colby and I both finished school. I passed the boards in all 50 states and 14 countries. Yes, I'm a freaking attorney, but you probably knew that. Colby finished his PhD in CompSci, with a specialty in VR and AI. Did I mention his seven other PhDs?

"Nine," said Colby. OK then.

Given we are 7, I'd say that was unusual.

Except it isn't. Right?

Colby and I were in the front row and Pari's interview was going really well. She is funny and cute and brilliant. It is a winning combination.

As if on cue, which it probably was, Pari waved us onto the stage. They even had chairs for us that were tall. The problem was they were too tall for us to get into. Now, we could float right up and in, but you know how well that goes over in the X-men movies. We will keep our powers quiet for now. Someone realized the problem and slid a little stepstool out. It just slid right out. We climbed into our chairs with it. The four of us were having a nice chat when a guy in the front row stood up and started shouting. He even had a sign.

I could tell Trevor was going to shut down the interview and call security.

"Wait," I said. I got up and walked over to the man. I am confident the cameras followed me. He looked confused. I am sure he expected to get dragged out and get his 15 minutes of fame.

Too bad. I had other ideas.

I stuck out my hand.

"My name is Nylah," I said. "What's your name?" He just kind of stared for a moment and looked at my hand. I kept it there. Finally he shook it.

"Donald," he said.

"Well, Donald," I said. "I'm pleased to meet you. You seem to have some pretty strong opinions. I like that. Perhaps you'd like to join us, and we can talk about it."

Donald looked terrified. This was not his plan at all. I hooked my arm in his and started walking back to the set. He was stuck. He could pull his arm away and be publicly embarrassed or he could come with me.

He did.

I put him in my chair. Colby scooted over a little and we shared a chair.

"So Donald," said Colby. "You had a lot to say on your sign. Perhaps we could go through it. Your first thing was that you opposed Pari because of where she was born. Let's explore that."

"She is Iranian!" he said. "They took over our embassy. They're going to bomb us all."

Well, ain't he a fun guy.

"You realize that was over 40 years before I was born," said Pari. "Iran is a secular country now, with free elections. All their nuclear research has been shut down and destroyed. The teams from Dionysus personally destroyed it. I am sympathetic to your feelings about what the former leaders of Iran did but that's not the country it is today. I am also a citizen of Dionysus and that seems to bother you, too."

"It's all about sex! Kid sex! Perverts!" said Donald. Pari beat me to it.

"Is that why you have an erection right now?" asked Pari. "Are you attracted to one of us kids or is it Trevor? Or all of us." Hell, we'd all do Trevor. Pari might have done Trevor. I'd ask, but she wouldn't tell me, so what's the point?

Donald was stumped by the question, so I moved on.

"You say that Iran and Dionysus should be bombed off the face of the Earth," said Pari. "Why?"

It's so fun to challenge these guys. They expect to run, but shit, he's stuck. He certainly can't come up with an answer. He just sat their mute.

"So tell us about yourself, Donald," said Trevor. "Are you a family man?"

That seemed to center Donald, a little bit.

"I have two wonderful children," he said. "A 9-year-old girl and a 10-year-old boy. Ferry and Jasper."

"And where do your kids go to school?" asked Trevor.

"Archer Elementary. An excellent school," said Donald. "Their progress is incredible."

Pari brightened.

"Yes, it is one of the most successful schools in our program," said Pari. You could see it. He didn't know. He really didn't know they were in our schools.

How could he not know?

"So you have them on weekends?" asked Pari and he meekly nodded.

"And you're concerned because you've caught them together in bed," said Pari. He nodded again.

"And you're confused because you can't stop thinking about it?" asked Pari. He let out a big sigh.

"Yes," he said. "It is all very confusing."

"Are you a religious man, Donald?" asked Colby. Donald took a moment to gather his thoughts.

"I am," he said. "I was raised in the church. It is a big part of my life. My kids, not so much. They tell me I am being controlled by the church and that I should be open to other things."

"Do you feel controlled?" asked Pari.

"No!" he said. "Well. Maybe a little."

"Let's do this," said Pari. "Can you get a day off this week?"

Donald just nodded.

"Great," said Pari. "We'll work out the details after the show, but I'll pick you up and we'll tour your kids' school together. You'll be amazed how advanced it is."

"OK," he said.

"You can go back to your seat now," I said.

"OK," he said. He got up and went and sat down and seemed to enjoy the rest of the show.

Trevor didn't air the segment with Donald. It wouldn't have been fair.

Visiting the school

Pari, here. It's about 10 on Tuesday morning, New York time. I'm picking up Donald and we're going to his kids' school. I just got buzzed into his building and am walking up. A fourth-floor walkup.

Good thing I have strong legs.

Donald is a carpenter and from what I hear an outstanding one. He's the guy that comes into new home construction and does the tough work. The final work that makes it special. He even does custom cabinetry, and it is amazing.

Yes, I've seen some of his work. I do my homework. My work. My homework. He builds homes. Get it? OK, not really funny. I'm not even sure it makes sense but Bob will still reward me.

I got to Donald's door and knocked, and he opened it immediately.

He is wearing a suit. He looks uncomfortable in his suit.

"Wow, you look great, Donald," I said. "You really do. I do want to mention that you could go a little more casual."

"Oh, thank God," he said. He shrugged off the suit coat and pulled off the tie, leaving him in dress slacks and a white dress shirt.

It is quite a transformation. At the show he was a little scruffy and wearing a band T-shirt.

Today he is clean shaven, with nicely combed hair, and dressed well.

I did not anticipate being turned on by Donald. He's probably 6'1", with a trim waist, and short blonde hair. Clearly being a carpenter is good for you.

Focus, Pari, focus.

"Let's go," I said. I turned and walked away, and I heard it. He tried to stifle it, and he almost did. More of a peep.

We know what a peep means.

This could be interesting. I do have a cute little ass. I'm wearing a little Zara beaded spaghetti strap crop top with pair of Lululemon Hotty Hot shorts.

There is not a lot of material in this outfit.

Then again I am a little hopeful not to be wearing it long. Oh, that's silly. School. Wrestling room. Donald or not, I'm getting naked.

But you knew that.

We took a JetsonCar to their school. It dropped us at the front.

"Are we allowed inside?" asked Donald.

"Sure," I said. "You're their dad. You can attend any class you want. Sit in and see what they're doing."

He nodded.

"And the three of you can go to a wrestling room, get naked, and take out all that passion on each other," I said.

To my surprise, I didn't see shock. Maybe curiosity?

"I did a lot of reading. I talked to dozens of parents. I learned a number of different views on a lot of things, but absolute agreement on the kids' educational opportunities," said Donald. "And lots of discussions about the sex. It took them a bit to understand, and it is always the kids that get it first, but the most successful kids have family participation. In the wrestling room. So I'm horribly overwhelmed, but if the kids have an interest, I'm willing to explore my boundaries. That might be absolutely nothing or it might be more."

"Nothing like the middle of a train," I said. It took him a moment to form the mental image.

He couldn't hold that to just a peep. Hell, neither could I.

We did sit through several classes, but then both kids had a break. They each took a hand and led us to the wrestling room.

We walked in and there is a stunning, naked woman standing there.

"What the hell?" said Donald.

"We invited her," said Ferry.

"We think you should both join us," said Jasper.

"So many of your issues wash away once you understand this lifestyle," said Ferry. "Jealousy doesn't exist."

Each of the kids said all this while undressing. Oh, me too.

It took Donald a moment. Lots to think about.

"May we undress you?" said Ferry. Donald just nodded. The woman walked over. She's Emery. I found out after.

"May I help?" said Emery.

Donald just nodded again. I went and sat in the bleachers.

Not my place.

I wasn't in the bleachers 5 seconds before there was someone on each side of me.

About 9.

Yay!

I'm also guessing twins.

Yay!

Now, if the girl has a cock it is a trifecta.

OMG. She does.

I have to. I have to say it again.

Yay!

Donald and his family were stunning together.

So were the three of us. Good God, I had fun. Gavin in the front, Alaia in the back. Then three more boys came over and came over. Came all over me.

After I blew them.

Five cocks at once.

Then it got a little wild.

Then it got even more wild.

I have no idea how we ended up this deep in the tangent, but a huge amount of sex was involved.

Win freaking win.

I'm invited to Donald and Emery's remarriage ceremony.

Back to the boats

I am not completely sure I followed the path of the tangent, but it sure was fun. Natalya, here. We're going to go back to the boats and tell a few fun stories. These all revolve around buying the manufacturers. Of boats. Apparently it also includes pianos, but that was a mistake. They are nice pianos. We have one in our library. No, not the community library. Our library. Emilio's and mine.

We have a freaking library. In our mansion. In Robertville.

Just rolling with it here.

Let's start with Christensen since it was hilarious. Oh, they were all hilarious. Everybody damn near genuflecting to King Bob and completely ignoring me. Bob doesn't like that.

You'll see.

Christensen has a shipyard in Vancouver, Washington. They can build up to 50-meter boats there. They're building another on Tellico Lake, in Tennessee. That will be able to handle up to 70-meter boats.

Yes boats. I get it.

The lake is southwest of Knoxville, Tennessee. Now, Bob and I are both from the US, so sort of know where that is but not completely. I mean I know where Tennessee is. It turns out most of the executive staff have already moved to Tennessee, so we're meeting them there. Oh, we already bought them, so we're buying a house on the lake first. That appears to be what you do.

Fucking crazy.

"Crazy fucking," said Bob and then laughed at his own joke.

"I will reward myself," said Bob. Oh, I'd watch that.

Then join in.

I believe you might also remember to mention that these trips have fun companions. In our case, it is Diane and Cepos. I had never met them. Before we even left Robertville, I met them.

Repeatedly. With Bob. As he put it, they'll both recover for another round later today.

Well, that feels like a win.

We're getting on the plane now.

"I bought the only available house," said Diane. "It's pretty small. It is a 4/5, with only 6,400 square feet, but it is on the water. The lot is nice, too. Smaller, but nice. For a house in Lanier, Tennessee, I think it will be fine. From the pics, we'll want to simplify. It's a bit overdone. We can sleep there tonight."

"And fuck there this afternoon," said Cepos.

"Well, that sounds good," I said.

Because it does.

That's also when Horacio walked in.

"What am I doing here?" said Horacio. Oddly, I understand the question better now.

"I think you're just our fuck toy," said Diane.

"Well, that sounds good," said Horacio.

Yes it does.

We all piled into Diane's plane and flew up to the house.

It is freaking nice.

"You realize this is one of the nicest houses I have ever been in," I said.

"Yeah," said Diane. "We lived in squalor. Bob saved my family and my cousin's family."

"The cousins," said Diane and Cepos together. Diane shouted it pretty joyfully.

She will need new shorts. Cepos came very close to needing new shorts.

"Came very close," laughed Bob.

"That's seriously stupid," I said.

"I know!" said Bob, with such enthusiasm.

"You will reward me," I said, in my dom voice.

"I know!" said Bob, with just as much enthusiasm.

"Traveling with you is fun," I said. Yeah, yeah, I expected another "I know". Not what I got.

"Thank you," said Bob. "That's nice of you to say."

"Are you kidding me?" I said. "You're thanking me?"

"Of course," said Bob. "I'm blessed to be able to do so many interesting and fun things with so many interesting and fun people."

"He really is," said Horacio, who struck a pose and laughed.

And got hard.

OMG.

Yes we're all still naked. We flew across the country in a spaceplane naked.

That can't actually surprise you. And yes, country. We were in Clearwater.

"Would you please fuck me?" I said to Horacio.

"Well, you did say please," said Horacio.

"Let's christen the master," said Bob, who is also hard. As is Cepos.

And Ahmet, who just ran into the room with Auset. OK, we stopped long enough to do introductions.

"We can't christen the master," I said. "Amy's not here and this is your house."

"We can christen the master," said Bob. "Because you're here and it is your house."

"Shit," said Diane.

Just as a plane landed.

And Emilio ran in. Naked. And hard. Ah. That was Diane's reference. We couldn't christen it without Emilio!

"Well, we do need you for the christening," I said.

Well we do. And we did. Somehow I got all of the attention. From everyone.

I need a nap.

"I moved our meeting to tomorrow," said Bob. I am lying face down on Bob. He's still inside me but softening.

I woke up several hours later. Only Bob is still in bed with me. I'm still lying face down on him. I lifted a little and looked at him and he smiled.

Hmm. Apparently my having a massive orgasm while lying on his cock has benefits.

I moved up a little and then slid back on his cock.

"Being your friend is fun," I said. I sat up and gently bounced.

"You're not just a friend, Natalya," said Bob. "You're part of our family."

Which apparently I appreciate because when he said it I just exploded.

And then so did he.

Emilio walked in. Hard as a rock.

"I'm here for cleanup," said Emilio. "After."

Fuck yeah.

He finally got me all clean, after cumming all over me, and I realized it was just the two of us.

"Enjoy your new home," said a note from Bob. "We'll be back for breakfast."

He left Emilio and me alone in the house.

A little bit of mixed feelings. I love Emilio and this is great, but...

Diane, Cepos, Horacio, Ahmet, Auset.

Bob.

"Turn over the note," said Emilio.

"Unless you want us back sooner," added a final line.

I looked at Emilio and he laughed.

"There is no way I will be enough for you tonight," said Emilio.

"And you want Horacio to fuck you in the ass," I said, and Emilio laughed.

"That too," said Emilio, just as they all walked back into the bedroom.

Naked and ready.

We spent another few hours in the bedroom.

Including Horacio fucking Emilio in the ass. It was primal. God, I loved it.

Not as much as Emilio.

Dropping in on the shipyard

We got up super early. Still Natalya. Our appointment is at 1000. We got up at 0500.

Well, they had all recovered.

Finally we're headed to the meeting. Just Bob and me.

I hope they still have some left when we get back.

"Is it normal that I think about sex this much?" I asked. "All I'm thinking about is that I hope they save some for us."

"I'm not sure I'm the best person to ask," said Bob, which was why we were both laughing when we pulled up to the guard gate. It's a good thing we didn't all come. We're driving my Lamborghini Aventador.

I cannot believe I drive a Lamborghini Aventador.

Mine is a pretty yellow. And the Performante model. Which cannot surprise you.

"Hi," I said. "Natalya and Bob. We're here for a meeting."

"I'll need to see some ID," said the guard. Bob handed me his passport and I passed them both to the guard. He looked at mine and handed it back. Then he looked at Bob's.

King Bob.

I think the guard almost had a seizure. Bob's trying not to smirk.

"Does it get old?" I said to Bob.

"The very first day," said Bob. "But it is what it is."

"It is an honor to meet you, your majesty," said the guard.

Bob saw the inside of his brain with that eyeroll.

"Thank you," said Bob, accepting his passport back.

"Any visitor spot," said the guard. "I'll make sure they expect you."

Bob leaned over me. Even his smell is intoxicating, which makes him snort.

"When is your shift over?" asked Bob. "We have a house on the lake we are having a small orgy this afternoon."

Wow.

"Me?" squeaked the guard. "Me?"

"Sure," said Bob. "You have to know we'd both have sex with you."

"Both?" squeaked the guard.

"Any family?" asked Bob.

That shook him out of it.

"Yes," he said, in a normal voice. "I'm happily married, and we have two wonderful kids. Hazel is 13 and Linc is 11."

"Very fine ages," I said. "I'm 12 myself."

He looked past me at Bob.

"You invited me to an orgy that included a 12-year-old girl?" he asked.

OK, we both laughed.

"Queen Pari is 12," said Bob. "Surely you don't consider her a child."

"Queen Pari. The Minister of Education. One of the most powerful people in the world," said the guard. Hudson. Nametags.

We both just nodded.

"And you think it is good for the kids," said Hudson, showing just a little bit more interest in the topic.

"Jessica," said Bob.

That does tend to shut down the conversation.

"She is really little isn't she," said Hudson. "A powerful young woman in that tiny body."

"Jessica is 5," I said.

He appears stunned.

"And you...," he said.

"No," said Bob. "Or more accurately not yet."

"Jessica and Bill's ninth birthday week is going to be epic," I said.

Bob just nodded.

"Which I know from experience," I added.

I think Hudson almost fainted.

"So in your world, our kids would be sexually active," said Hudson.

"Do you know many of their friends?" asked Bob.

"Sure, our house is full of kids all the time," said Hudson.

"And the two sets of friends are really one set of friends and you're surprised that your daughter and her friends include your son and his friends," said Bob.

"How did you know that?" said Hudson.

"And you like every single one of their friends and are continually amazed at their depth," I said. "You can talk about anything and they're surprisingly knowledgeable."

"Yes!" he said.

Bob and I just laughed.

"Oh," he said. "Wow."

"You do understand that you need to keep pretending you don't know," I said.

He nodded.

"Yeah," he said. "Whatever they're doing is working. Both kids have straight As and are taking advanced classes."

"Which one is the stronger leader?" I said.

"That's a tough one," said Hudson. "Inspirationally? Hazel, for sure. Operationally, meaning taking the ideas and making things happen? Linc."

"OK then," said Bob. "I'll have Pari there this afternoon. They can buy the school districts. Hazel can run them and Linc can be her Chief of Staff."

"Sure, sure," laughed Hudson. "They'll just buy the school district and run it."

"What part of that would be surprising in the world of Dionysus?" I asked. "For example, I own Christensen now."

It took him a moment to react. You could tell he was thinking it through.

"Not sure my wife will agree," he said, finally.

"Tell you what," said Bob. "We have a nice house on the lake with boats and wave runners. We'll start the party clothed. We can move at whatever pace is comfortable. But be aware, they get to make their own decisions. Not you."

"They're kids!" said Hudson.

Bob just shook his head no.

"No," said Bob. "If they're going to run the school system, they will absolutely be declared adults. Your daughter already is. Don't come if you can't live with that."

"But you would actually be screwing your kids," I said. "You absolutely know our schools are a win for the community."

He just nodded.

I wrote the address on a piece of paper and handed it to him.

"Bring them all," I said. "Let's say 1500. 3 pm. Bring all their friends and their families, too."

"They have a pretty big friend group," said Hudson.

"Whee!" I said and he laughed.

"They are all pretty attractive. The parents, too," said Hudson, wistfully.

"Oh, don't worry," I said. "By 330, the orgy will have started. Pick your dreams. Men, women, boys, and girls. For example, me!"

"And me," said Bob.

Hudson looks a little shocked.

"I've never...," he said.

"Then you're missing half the fun," I said. "But up to you. Just don't be shocked by the kids. I guarantee they're all pansexual."

He has a faraway look in his eyes.

We waited.

"Hazel's best friend just came out as trans," he said. "Toby is Ivy now."

"Tits and a cock," I said.

I think it startled him when we both yelled yay. Not nearly as much as when I said jinx and leaned over and kissed Bob.

I own the place now, right?

"We need to go," I said. "3 pm."

We left him nodding.

"Do you think he'll bring his family?" I asked.

"Yeah," said Bob. "Ignoring everything else, the Dionysus schools is too big a draw."

"After all, they have wrestling rooms," I said, which means we got to the front desk laughing.

We laugh a lot. Emilio and I didn't used to laugh a lot.

Then again the fucking is good, too.

"That it is," said Bob.

Bob is amazing.

In oh so many ways.

Laughing and fucking. Fucking and laughing.

The meetings were anticlimactic. They're all going. As in leaving the company. OMG.

Good thing we're meeting the next executive team at 1500.

You get that, right?

And we did. I could tell you the story, but it didn't take until 1530 to get naked. OK, a few of the adults didn't get naked until about 1505.

The kids left all their clothes in the car.

Whee!

I have a new CEO, COO, CFO, and Chief Sales Officer. The Chief Sales Officer is Ivy. And talented.

You know I'm not talking about sales, right?

I'm sure they'll all come back into the story soon.

Oh, you're not letting me get away with that, are you? I'll let Ivy tell the story. It feels appropriate. Feels!

There were a lot of feels involved.

It started as a normal day

I live in Tennessee. It is not a hotbed of tolerance. Well, except the Nashville area. For example, while I am comfortable as Ivy, it is going to be entirely padding for a while. Hormonal treatment for minors is illegal.

Outside of the Nashville area.

"No it s not," said Emilio, who just finished unloading in my ass. Joyous. But I promise, I'll back up.

Probably onto another cock.

"Oh, you've got to tell Bob that one," said Emilio. "He loves Dad jokes. He will reward you."

"By fucking me in the ass," I laughed.

"Sure," said Emilio. "Best you'll ever have."

OK, I kind of stared for a minute. Then Bob walked up. Naked and hard.

"You wanted me, Emilio?" said Bob. I'm not sure I can speak. King freaking Bob. Emilio just pointed at me.

Bob gave me a big smile.

I almost came.

"Hi," he said. "I'm Bob. What fantasy can I fulfill?" He added a little laugh. I am wearing a little sundress. I flipped it up.

Bob and Emilio both moaned.

"Why did you moan?" I said to Emilio.

"Just because I already know you doesn't mean that I can't appreciate you again," said Emilio.

"Appreciate me, baby," I said.

Now we're all laughing.

While Bob fucks me in the ass.

Just as my mom and dad walked up. Raelynn and Ezra. Both kind of sticky. Naked, too.

This is going well.

"Wow, Ivy," said Dad. "Fucked in the ass by the king."

Who just unloaded in my ass.

"Who wants to clean it out?" asked Emilio.

Apparently my parents know how to share. We are closer than we were just hours ago. Particularly since my dad is now fucking me in the ass and I'm going down on Mom.

Emilio and Bob gave us pointers. That involved spatulas.

Good pointers.

I might be on a tangent.

"Not really," said Bob. "Sex is rarely a tangent. It is kind of core to most of our stories."

I suppose it is.

Oh, Dad just unloaded in me and I'm right where I was. All messy.

"Hi," came a voice. "I'm Luke."

"And I'm Cassie," said another voice. "Can we clean you up?"

Yes, yes they can. God, they're gorgeous.

We took a short break so I could fuck them both.

I am liking this a lot.

"Can we go back to my not having access to hormones?" I said to Emilio.

"Just go to the clinic at school," said Emilio. "They'll quite happily help you out. The schools are not in Tennessee. Healthcare at the schools is free."

"Wow," I said, with Emilio and he smiled and said jinx.

"It was predictable," said Emilio, just before he kissed me.

It was quite a kiss.

I suppose I should introduce the rest of our leadership team.

I have a sister. Skylar. She is 9. She is the CEO.

Our best friends are sister and brother. 12 and 11. Nevaeh and Dylann. COO and CFO respectively. We'll need to speed up our education.

It won't take long.

Ain't that crazy?

Did I mention the six of us are moving into the new house that Natalya bought? The consulate?

Whee!

We'll continue this story later.

When we take a break from fucking.

It might be a while.

Making a freaking point

I am continuing to be the non-conformist UN ambassador. And Secretary-General. Clearly this is Luke. A new story and a short one. I'd come into the job at a time of recurring conflict with a bunch of little squabbly brats of countries pissing on each other. Today I had been asked to mediate a discussion between the heads of states of two neighboring countries in Latin America. Both were strong-armed pseudo-dictators without an ounce of common sense.

They were, however, loaded with machismo. Just oozin' that shit.

So what does the 9-year-old boy do to be the Alpha dog in that fight?

He brings a tiger to the meeting. A big tiger. A Caspian tiger that the world considers extinct.

We just call him Dad. His family is adorable, although the two little guys aren't very little anymore. He's a cool cat, and yes I went there. He's the king of the jungle, so to speak, at home, but he's kind of a gregarious tiger and likes to get out into our world. I know, this all sounds ridiculous, but it is true. He and the family have their own apartment at Dad's house.

Let's walk through that slowly.

My parents, Bob and Amy, have an apartment dedicated for their friends, who are a family of tigers. Do you know what makes me laugh uproariously?

Up-roar-iously.

Telling Dad.

There are four appliance boxes in the living room, with soft blankets in them. The family loves them.

Oh, it gets better. Rylee really improved the ability to read the thoughts of, well, us, with her AI. So Lawrence built a Jetsons car with an extra wide door and no seats. The tiger family can get on board and think their destination.

A family of tigers will, unannounced, use their flying Jetson's car to go from their sanctuary to Mom and Dad's house to visit.

And they are not the only family with a car. Well, car has to be broadly defined. Dad and Mom have reintroduced rare species onto the island. They've learned to network to find any remaining animals thought to be extinct. When he does, they all come to meet him, and he brings them here.

Over 15 species so far. Another 8 to a remote part of Boreas.

Dad's pretty cool. Oh, in this case I didn't mean my dad. I meant the tiger dad. He's the one bringing other species here. I have to admit that I loved the photo of him getting out of his car in a small African country to meet with a huge find. A white rhino family. Enemies, right? Not anymore.

So, what do I do to show my machismo? Do I wear a nice suit? Yes, but that's not it. Arrive with my stunning wife? I could, but that's not it. Flash some diamonds around? Nah.

I brought a Caspian Tiger. Dad. Not my dad. The tiger dad. It turns out he loves to fly. And nap.

Lots of naps. That worked out pretty well. I came out of the front door of our house and walked down to 1st Ave and turned left. It's about a half mile walk up 1st. A little less than a kilometer. Do you know what I found out? If you have a 500-pound tiger walking next to you, people give you space on the sidewalk.

I'm also not stupid. Following me discretely is a trained handler. Now, Dad thought that was hilarious and so did I. He was just some guy we found on Yelp. He couldn't talk to any animals. But he had great credentials. We also warned the New York City police department. They suggested we might need a permit. Amy Lou and Mark figured out I did need a permit, which kind of pissed off my tiger friend, but we applied for and got the permit.

Which is why we have the Yelp dude. They required it. He would read a magazine outside our meeting.

I walked onto the plaza at the UN. To no surprise, the press had arrived. I gave them credit for speediness. I had walked though. It gave them time.

Maybe not that speedy. We'd tipped them off to have crews. We walked across the plaza and into the building. People were scattering. Gosh, an elevator just for us? How handy. I was intentionally a few minutes late, too. I knew they'd be there. Last man wins. Or last boy.

I thought it started off the meeting well that both idiots, er leaders, immediately scrambled up on the table. I ignored it, poured myself a cup of water, and sat at the head of the table. Dad laid down on the floor next to me and dozed. We already had an agreement that he'd join the discussion at the appropriate time. He would know. He wasn't really asleep. Dad was listening and yes we were speaking in Spanish. We'd long ago found out if you were reading what someone said, what language they knew didn't matter. It was cool, because you no longer needed a translator, even if you didn't know the language.

I don't count the number of languages I speak anymore. I know every language I have heard, and I work at the UN. It's fun at lunch.

The morning dragged on. The entire stupid fight was over less than an acre of land that they both considered sacred. They were even willing to share it and had worked all that out.

This entire farce wasn't about that. It was about the name of the park. A tiny park.

Their two cultures had different names for the park, and neither was budging. Finally one of them jumped up and leaned over the table and started shouting.

Dad took that as his cue. He hopped up, put his front paws onto the table next to the guy and roared in his ears. It made the windows rattle.

We all watched as the guy peed his pants. Well, that wasn't so bad, given the other guy did, too. Suddenly they both found themselves sitting in urine, mute.

"Perhaps we could continue in a more civil tone," I said, quietly, as Dad laid back down. Now, you're probably surprised security didn't run in.

They knew it was coming. I warned them. I'm still impressed they didn't come running in. The two idiots commented on it.

"Security? For what?" I said. They started stammering about Dad roaring. I let out a little belly laugh.

"Roared?" I said. "Are you kidding? If he had actually roared, they would have been in here in a flash. That was little more than a purr. What are you talking about?" It took the wind out of their sails and finally agreed on a name I suggested.

Good grief.

I did have to pay for two new chairs. Oh, this was fun, but I doubted that I'd do it again. Although I did laugh every time I looked at the handler we had hired. He was all dressed out in full Steve Irwin. You know what I'm talking about. Including the hat. He freaked out a little when I climbed up on Dad. Hey, it was a little bit of a walk. We walked out of the building to find Anderson standing there with a camera crew. I guess technically I didn't walk. I rode.

I'm pretty confident that a picture of me riding a Caspian Tiger was going to be on the news. I did laugh because, as predicted, animal rights groups protested. I responded that Dad liked it. They responded that it was cruel.

I released a statement from Dad. Most people didn't believe it. A few did.

They should. He dictated the damn thing.

Oh, and the park?

Caspian Park.

I like a good burger

I really do like a good hamburger. I have varied hamburger tastes. We often make them out of ground filet mignon.

Now, that's a burger.

But I like small town greasy burgers, too. I do!

I read about a place called Dub's Burgers. A local institution in Athens, Alabama. Which is apparently a larger suburb of Huntsville, Alabama.

That didn't help, did it?

Who knows? I might buy a house. There is a lake.

We like lakes.

I suppose I should mention this is Ruby. Ruby likes burgers.

And apparently uses the third person to talk about herself.

But I need a sidekick. I have no idea why Cassiopeia just walked into the bedroom, but hey, I have a sidekick.

After I ravish her.

"After lunch," she said. "I'm hungry. We'll source local cock."

OK, we will.

Lots of it.

I guess Cassiopeia isn't that big of a surprise given I'm at her house in Dallas. It was a pretty passionate night. Cassiopeia, Phary, and me. With Luka.

Wore the big guy out.

That can't surprise you.

"Let's go," I said.

"We might want clothes," said Cassiopeia.

"We do not want clothes," I said. "But societal pressure suggests clothes."

"Point taken," said Cassiopeia. We both kind of drank in the other for a moment.

"It is disappointing," I said, in a bit of a toddler voice.

"That might be the best compliment of my life," laughed Cassiopeia. "I'm constantly surrounded by gorgeous women like you. The ego takes a hit."

Wow.

"Cassiopeia," I said, walking over to her. I took her face in my hands and gave her a tender kiss. Then I stepped back a bit and did the classic up/down look with a leer. Now she's laughing.

"Seriously though," I said. "You're truly gorgeous. Your body is simply perfect. You're in incredible shape. Your hair is lustrous. And, oh my God, your tits are incredible. Those nipples!"

"Pffft," said Cassiopeia. "Just average."

I saw the inside of my brain with that eyeroll.

"Do you know that almost all the women I know feel the same way?" I said. "Amy, Morgan, Leslie, Chris, Nylah, Pari, Rylee, and even Jessica."

Cassiopeia snorted.

"That group? Yeah, no," said Cassiopeia. "All of them are stunning."

"So are you," I said, softly. She was quiet for a moment.

"Thank you," she said.

And we shared another tender kiss. Then I slapped her bare butt.

"Get dressed," I said. "Shorts and T-shirts."

We walked into the closet room and split up. We're not the same size. We quickly dressed and met at the front of the closet.

And laughed and laughed.

We're both in hot pink hotty hots. Low rise. Not a lot of fabric. We have athletic tank tops on. Crop tops. In white and just a hint sheer. A little more obvious on me with the dark nipples. White Adidas. Low-rise white socks with pink pompoms on the back.

"Twinsies," we both said. I paused long enough for her to say it.

"You're going to have to hold that because if we pay off now we'll have to shower and change," I said.

"Well, there is that," said Cassiopeia. We headed outside and up the stairs into my S-88.

We plopped into the pilots' seats and lifted up and off. It's about 3 minutes.

"What are we driving?" asked Cassiopeia.

"I have absolutely no idea," I said. "I didn't load the last car. Could be interesting. I got us a room at the Hampton Inn, so we'll land there and drive over. I don't know if we'll need it but hopefully."

"Gotta have someplace to play with the local cock," said Cassiopeia.

"Well yeah," I said. We got to Athens before we were done laughing, which just made us laugh some more. We dropped into the back parking lot of the hotel.

"They know we're leaving it. We'll check in later," I said. "Let's go eat."

Cassiopeia just nodded. I hit the button to lower the car. Kind of a lottery feel to it.

"A Mercedes One," said Cassiopeia. "Seriously. In black. Freaking mean looking. Good thing we won't attract any attention."

"I prefer to be more incognito," I said, as we got in.

OK, we're laughing again.

I fired it up. Holy shit. An old school One with a real engine.

And apparently we need gas.

"We need gas," I said. "Let's stop there first."

I pulled out of the parking lot. It is truly a cool car with a sound you can't beat. It is almost like driving an F1 car around Athens, Alabama. There's a gas station on the corner so I pulled in and up to the pump. We both popped our doors up and climbed out. Cassiopeia pulled out the gas hose and I put in my credit card. She started pumping. Premium, of course.

We both kind of looked up and we'd drawn a little bit of a crowd. Could be the Mercedes One. Could be the hotty hots.

Could be both.

"What are two little girls doing with such a hot piece?" said one twenty-something. Could he be more of a stereotype? Chewing on a toothpick. Pack of cigarettes in the T-shirt pocket. Lots of poorly done tats.

And a red hat. Yeah, one of those hats.

"I just wanted a hamburger," I said to Cassiopeia.

"What do we do?" she said.

"Ignore them and hope they go away," I said.

They didn't. The dude and two of his buddies kept getting close and he finally crowded me against the car. Grinding a bit. Not impressed.

"Why don't you take me for a ride," he said. "Then afterwards we can go in the car."

"You have five seconds to back off or I will hurt you," I said. He laughed. His buddies laughed.

"One," I said.

I hit him on five. In the throat. Not hard enough to crush his larynx, but hard enough he went down and is struggling to breath.

That's when his two friends attacked. Cassiopeia stepped up and just laid the one on the left flat. It was quite a kick.

Yes, kick.

It seemed like a good idea, so I kicked the other one in someplace you really don't want to be kicked if you have testicles.

He's on the ground, too.

You can predict what is going to happen now. And there he is. The sauntering deputy. Complete with the cowboy hat and boots. He walked up and took his time checking out Cassiopeia and me.

Then he looked at the three men on the ground.

"Looks like I'm going to have to arrest you," he said to me.

"Looks like that would be a career ending mistake to me," I said. The cop laughed.

"I should fear you," he said, still laughing.

"We're two teenage girls driving a two-million-dollar car," I said. "We just want to get some burgers. Get them out of there and leave us alone."

"That's not going to happen, little girl," he said, with a snarl.

I just pointed over his shoulder. Where my S-88 is floating and pointing at him.

"Joey," yelled someone, at the cop. The guy tapped his own chest.

Joey looked down. At the red laser dot on his shirt.

The S-88 is pretty menacing.

"What was that about fearing me?" I said.

Just then another police SUV pulled up and an older dude got out of the back seat and walked over. Lots of brass on this dude.

"Joey, why is there a spaceplane preparing to vaporize you?" he said, just so calmly.

Well played, dude.

Joey's quaking a little but finally pointed at me.

"An honor to meet you both," said the new dude. That's when he noticed the three injured dudes on the ground. The cop's eyes rolled.

"You beat them up?" he said to me.

I nodded.

He nodded.

"Get'em out of here, Joey," he said, over his shoulder. Joey appeared to be afraid to move. So I sent the plane back to the Hampton Inn.

"Do I need to arrest them?" said the cop.

"Your call," I said. "But they're a problem that is going to keep coming back if you don't."

"Will you testify?" he asked.

"Sure," I said.

He nodded and let out a big sigh.

"Not the image of our town we prefer to share with members of the royal family," he said.

"Honestly, we probably pushed it. We should have driven something a little less showy," I said. "I didn't think of it, and this was in the plane."

"You just happened to have a two-million-dollar super car in your spaceplane," he said.

"Yeah," I said.

He shook his head left and right.

"Living the dream," he said, with a wry smile. "May I ask what you're in Athens for? No pressure. Just curiosity."

"Dub's," I said, and he laughed. "Can we buy you lunch?"

"I think I'd like that," he said. "I'll meet you there. I have to drop these idiots at the station first. Joey appears incapable. I'll deal with him later."

He got them loaded up and drove off with a wave. We got back in the car and pulled out and drove to Dub's and parked. We walked in and got in line. Pretty long but moving fast. After all, it is Dub's. We finally got to the counter. I nodded to Cassiopeia.

"I'll take a burger, fries, and a Coke Zero," said Cassiopeia.

"Six burgers, three fries, and two Coke Zeros," I said.

"You're hungry and thirsty," laughed Cassiopeia. "Oh, you ordered for the cop."

"Sure, we'll go with that," I said, laughing. They gave us a number and we found a booth in the back and waited for the cop. Just as we sat down, she showed up.

The local Karen.

"That's my booth," she said. "You need to move."

I looked up at her.

"No," I said, and resumed chatting with Cassiopeia.

"You've got to move!" screeched the Karen.

"Ma'am," I said. "You're bothering us. Please do not make me call the police."

You see, I'd seen him come in. Now he's standing right behind her.

"It's my booth!" she said.

"Why?" I said.

"Because I want it!" she screamed.

"Why do I care?" I said.

"Because it is mine," she screeched. She screeches and screams a lot.

That's when she grabbed my arm and tried to drag me out of the booth. I, of course, didn't budge. She's leaning back and really putting her weight into it. That's when I peeled her hand off my arm. She couldn't catch herself and fell onto her ass.

It was difficult to not laugh.

Our new cop friend did not succeed. He's just folded over with laughter.

She does not appreciate it. She finally scrambled up.

"Arrest her!" she shouted.

"Why?" said the cop.

"She assaulted me!" she said.

"No she didn't," he said. "You assaulted her. All she did was remove your hand from her arm. You're the one that fell on your ass."

"Do you want to press charges against her, too?" he said, to me.

"Too!" shouted our Karen. The cop rolled his eyes again.

"Yes, Karen," he said. "Your son and his two friends are in my lockup and will get convicted. Would you like to join them?"

"Her name is really Karen?" I asked, and he nodded.

"Is this, like, the original Karen? The namesake?" I asked and the cop laughed.

"That is quite possible," he said. The Karen named Karen is clearly still lost.

"I'll tell you what," I said. "If she can articulate a legitimate reason that this should be her booth, I will apologize and move. If she can't, you can arrest her," I said.

We're all looking at Karen now.

"Because I want it," she said.

"That's it?" said the cop. "That's all you've got? That's not a reason."

"She's a little spic slut," said Karen.

"I am not thinking that helped," said the cop. I just shook my head no.

"Well shit," said the cop. He used the mic on his shoulder and asked for a female cop to respond. Which she did, pretty quickly.

I would do her on the floor. Then again, I would do our new friend that we haven't actually met yet, too. A little older. Fit. A little gray in the hair.

On. The. Floor.

Cassiopeia would go second. She's just over there nodding and laughing.

Finally the three of us sat down for lunch.

"Let me go back through the line," I said. "This is all cold."

The cop nodded and grabbed the bags. I thought he was going to throw them away, but he went out the front door. We watched through the window, and he walked across the street to a small park. Two guys that appeared homeless were sitting on the ground with their backs up to trees.

He gave them the food and drinks and walked back.

He got to the table just as I did, with our new food.

"You're a nice guy aren't you?" I said.

"I hope so," he said. "My name is Ayden. It's an honor to meet you both."

"It's not, but we'll move past that," I said. "Are you the Chief?"

He laughed.

"No, just a lieutenant," he said. "Our chief will die in his chair someday. He's been chief for 42 years."

"That's a pretty long time," said Cassiopeia.

"Yeah," he said. "He doesn't really work. Those like me handle the heavy lifting."

"When's the next election?" said Cassiopeia.

Ayden laughed.

"The deadline to enter the race is today," he said.

"Then register," I said.

"I would never win," he said.

"Sure you will," said a new voice. They walked up and sat down on the side next to the cop.

Chris.

Which can't possibly surprise you.

"You can do it that far?" said Ayden.

Interesting.

"Brother or sister?" I asked. He's got a panicked look.

"And that's why I can't run," he said, with finality.

We're all laughing.

"Did you fuck in public?" asked Chris.

"No!" he said.

"Then you don't have a problem," she said. Did I mention Chris is our twinsie, too?

Damn, she looks good.

"Tell me about your family," said Chris.

"Single dad," he said. "Two kids. Millie and Silas. They both just turned 9. Their mother died in childbirth."

"So when's the mayoral election deadline?" asked Chris.

"Today," he said.

Just then someone walked up and pulled up a chair and sat down.

"Is he going to run?" asked the girl.

"Millie, I presume?" I said and she nodded.

"I hope so," said Chris, with just a hint of lust. I get it, Chris. Me too. Cassiopeia is just nodding.

"Who are you going to run for mayor?" asked Millie. "You won't solve the problems if you don't fill that, too."

"We were thinking you'd run," said Chris.

"Interesting," she said. "A stretch but there isn't a minimum age."

"You checked," said Cassiopeia.

Millie laughed.

"Yeah," she said. "Silas would be my campaign manager and then my chief of staff."

"What about the schools?" I asked.

"Adalynn," she said. "My best friend."

"OK," said Chris. "Let's go fill out the paperwork."

I guess I don't get my hamburgers.

"OK," said Millie. "We can eat first."

She hopped up and came back soon with food for her and Chris.

We all enjoyed the living fuck out of those burgers. I mean heaven. Greasy as can be. Tasty, oh my God, they were tasty. The fries were just perfect. Crunchy on the outside, soft on the inside. It was even a good mix of Coke Zero.

All a big win.

But, as it turns out, not the reason we're in Athens, Alabama.

We left our car and walked across the town square to the courthouse. I can tell Ayden still isn't sure.

"I don't see how I can win," he said. "I can't even raise money. He'll have that locked up."

We all laughed. Including Millie.

"Pretty sure you have the backing of a well-funded PAC," said Millie. "Me too."

"Sure," said Chris. "Whatever you need. I started the fund with $25 million. Each."

"Million," said Ayden. "No mayoral race in Athens has ever spent more than $50,000. Less for Chief."

"Well, then you're well-funded, aren't you?" said Chris.

"I suppose we are," said Ayden, just as we got up to the desk.

"I'd like to register to run for Chief, Abby," he said to the woman behind the counter. The woman who just won't take her eyes off Ayden.

Some sparks are a flyin'. Millie gets it. Ayden does not. He is fucking clueless. Abby slid a clipboard to Ayden. Then she slid one to Millie who looked at it and laughed.

And started filling it out.

The rest of us might not have been there. I like it. I'm used to being recognized. I suspect Abby knows who we are but compared to Ayden, we're not interesting.

They both finished filling out their forms and slid them back. Chris passed her two checks.

Filing fees.

"You just happened to have those with you," said Ayden.

"They're dated three weeks ago," said Abby.

"You're all weird," said Millie.

"Yeah," said all of us. Including Millie.

She shouted it with such glee.

Just then a young man and another young woman walked up, holding hands.

Silas and Adalynn.

"Holy shit," said Millie. "We're a trio."

Silas and Adalynn are laughing.

"Uh, yeah," said Silas.

They all turned to us.

"I dub thee citizens of the realm," said Chris, in her princess voice.

"Really?" said Cassiopeia.

Now we're all laughing.

And Chris handed all five of their passports. Five?

Abby, too.

"Well, their house is a consulate now," said Chris.

Which is when Abby moaned. Ayden spun back.

"Who was that for?" said Ayden, with such hope in his voice.

"You're a fucking idiot," said Abby. "Totally clueless."

"Will you marry me?" said Ayden.

"Well, that escalated quickly," said Millie. "And yes, she will."

Abby is nodding vigorously.

"Feels like today is going well," said Cassiopeia.

"You got that right," said Silas.

Just then our phones buzzed. All three of us. I looked.

"Oh, that's handy," I said. "The school district purchase went through."

"You run that, Adalynn," said Millie.

"OK," said Adalynn.

The world is changing. She just accepted it.

"Given we're cutting class, we should get back," said Silas.

Millie, Silas, and Adalynn ran off.

"Is there a good realtor in town that will take us seriously?" I asked. "We want to buy something on the lake."

"My twin sister is a realtor," said Abby. "I'll call her and have her come over."

"Your twin," said Chris. "Identical?"

"Yeah," said Abby.

That's when Chris pulled out one more passport and handed it to Abby.

"Wel,l that's handy," said Abby.

Just then Emmy walked in. Pretty obvious.

"You, Ayden, and I are all Dionysus citizens," said Abby. "We're a trio and are all three getting married."

"Cool," said Emmy.

"This is going awfully well," said Chris.

"Let's go buy a house then we can all go have a small orgy," said Chris.

"Well, that seems good," said Emmy. "What kind of house are you looking for?"

"Something big and insane on the lake," I said.

She's laughing.

"Well, this might be your lucky day," she said. "There's a spec house that never, ever should have been built. The local bank owns it and is pretty desperate."

"We'll take it, but we'll make them whole, too," I said.

"Without seeing it?" said Emmy.

"We want to see it," I said. "But we're supposed to buy it."

"Sure, sure," said Emmy.

"What did you drive?" I asked, of Chris.

"I don't know," she said. "I didn't drop a car. It's whatever Noah had last."

"You can ride with me," said Emmy.

"What's the address?" said Cassiopeia, who was holding her phone. She typed it in as we walked out of the restaurant. The Mercedes One lifted up and took off.

"It's going to the house," said Cassiopeia.

"That might startle the caretakers," said Emmy, with a laugh.

"Tell us about them," I said.

"There's a guest house and they live in it. Blakely, Bryson, and their two kids Kinsley and Waylon. Boy/Girl twins. 11," said Emmy.

"A very fine age," I said. OK, it came out just a touch guttural.

Emmy and Abby laughed.

"Oh, they would if they could," said Abby. "We all would. We get it."

"Let's get these pesky elections out of the way and we'll donate a mayor's house and a chief's house to the town," said Chris.

"You can do that?" said Ayden.

"Think anyone is going to complain?" said Chris.

"Honestly, yes," said Ayden.

"Fuck'em," said Chris. "Don't care anymore."

"You're fun," said Ayden.

"Wait until after the election," said Chris. "We'll have a celebration when you both win."

"It will be an orgy," I said. "You get that, right?"

"Uh huh," said, well, everyone.

Fuck yeah, including the three of us. Hell, Chris got the jinx out.

Just then a large man walked into the office. Not large like Jameis or Tim. Large in the other dimension. No body shaming just factually accurate. He also appears to be as old as Keith Richard.

You get the joke, right?

"I'm here to win another election, Abby," he said.

Sheriff or Mayor.

"Good luck Mr. Mayor," said Abby. The mayor laughed.

"I haven't had an opponent in 30 years," he said, with another laugh.

Then another big guy walked in. OMG. His identical twin.

"You failed to mention they're twins?" said Chris, softly.

Ayden just shrugged.

"I'm here to win another election, Abby," he said. The second guy.

The sheriff.

"Good luck, Sheriff," said Abby. The sheriff laughed.

"I haven't had an opponent in 30 years, he said, with another laugh.

It is kind of eerie.

"As it turns out, you both have an opponent this year," said Chris.

Way to put it out there, Chris.

"How would you know, little girl?" said the mayor.

Really? No seriously. Really?

Chris is clearly loving it. Hell, we all are.

"Just happened to be here when they filled out the forms," said Chris.

Just happened to be.

"Well, they can enjoy themselves for a bit and then lose," said the sheriff.

"Maybe," said Chris. Both men laughed.

"What would make you believe that they could win?" said the mayor. A bit challenging to tell them apart. Did I mention they're dressed the same?

"Well," said Chris. "I've had a bit of experience with elections."

Both men laughed.

"Sure, sure," said the sheriff. "And your name is Chris Hayden."

Now they're both laughing again.

"Yes," said Chris.

They stopped laughing and looked at her again. OK, hotty hots and a crop top don't scream former president. Although I have to say I would love to see Obama in them. Or better yet out of them.

That would be a fundraiser, now wouldn't it?

"Why are you in Athens?" squeaked the mayor. Yes squeaked.

"My SuperPAC is funding their elections. We like to see fresh new blood in key roles," said Chris.

"SuperPAC?" squeaked the sheriff. Hey, it is a trend.

"Sure," said Chris.

"How big a SuperPAC?" said the mayor.

"We've dedicated $25 million," said Chris.

They appear a bit shocked.

"Each," added Chris.

More shocked.

"To start," added Chris.

We might need to call the paramedics. Although I'll bet they like Dub's.

Well, I do.

The sheriff turned to Abby.

"Who is my opponent" he said.

She just pointed at Ayden.

"Shit," said the sheriff.

"Aw fuck," said the mayor. "Is Millie running?"

We all just nodded.

Both men face palmed for a bit.

They looked at each other.

"I don't think we need the forms," said the mayor.

Really?

Wow.

"I'll tell you what," said Chris. "I don't want to affect the election, so let's wait, but after the election, I'll make you citizens, so that you can marry."

"We're already married," said the mayor.

"Then I guess it will be a quad," said Chris.

One second, two seconds.

And there is the moan.

I think it is a good sign that they left holding hands.

"Not sure I needed that mental image," said Abby.

"Hey, no body shaming," said Chris.

Abby just nodded.

"Did I hear you mention Dub's?" said Emmy.

"Oh yeah," I said. "It was the first reason we came to Athens. Heaven."

"Well, I'm glad you came now," said Emmy. "Odds are high it is closing soon."

Apparently there is another reason we're in Athens, Alabama.

"Talk to me," I said. "They're damn good burgers."

"They're ready to retire," said Emmy. "Kids don't have an interest. They were going to hold on, but the owner of the building raised the rent a lot. They're trying to position to sell the building."

"Who else could run it?" I said and Emmy laughed.

"Well, in a few years, I'd say the grandkids, but given they're 13 and 11, I doubt they're quite ready," she said.

"How do you know so much?" said Cassiopeia. Good question girl.

"Because I'm one of the kids that doesn't want to run a hamburger joint and Caroline is my daughter," said Emmy.

"I'm the other kid," said Abby. "And Asher is my son."

"How much do your parents want for the business?" I asked. It kind of startled them.

"Well, we've talked about it. They have a number," said Emmy. She shared an embarrassingly small number.

"How much do they want for the building?" I asked.

Another small number.

"OK," I said. "I'll buy them both."

Then I shared my offer.

"Um," said Emmy. "Did you not hear my numbers because you doubled them."

"Yours were too low," I said.

"And who is going to run Dub's?" said Abby.

"Caroline and Asher," I said.

"But they're in school," said Abby.

"School is self-paced," I said. "They'll be in college in a few weeks."

Abby and Emmy laughed.

"Maybe in your world," said Emmy.

"Adalynn is buying the school district," said Cassiopeia.

"Adalynn already bought the school district," I said.

Emmy moaned. Deep and long.

"I take it you like that outcome," I laughed.

"You have no idea," said Emmy. "Do I understand that the Superintendent's home is considered a consulate?"

"Sure," said Chris.

"Adalynn is my youngest daughter," said Emmy.

"Whee!" said all of us from Dionysus. Cassiopeia got it out first.

Fuck it. We paid off. Abby and Emmy appear catatonic now.

We get it.

"Well, it looks like they're unopposed," said Abby, pointing at the clock. "The deadline passed."

"Saves the PAC some money," laughed Chris.

"When's the election?" asked Cassiopeia.

"Tomorrow," said Abby.

"That fast?" said Chris.

Abby just shrugged.

We get it.

"OK," said Chris. "Let's get Millie, Silas, Adalynn, Caroline, and Asher together for dinner."

"Any other kids?" asked Chris.

They both shook their heads no.

"Husbands or wives?" asked Chris.

Another head shake no.

That's when Colby walked in. With lots more passports. All the kids. The grandparents. The mayor and sheriff.

"Why in the world are their passports for the sheriff and mayor?" asked Emmy.

"You missed that," said Cassiopeia. "So the two couples can be a quad."

"Yeah," said Emmy. "I see that."

Life in Athens is changing a bit.

Whee!

"I'm going back to Dub's," I said. "Anyone want to join me?"

"Sure," said, well, everyone.

Ayden shouted it with glee.

Did I mention all the kids mentioned had filed into the clerk's office first?

"OK," said Cassiopeia. "Let's hold that thought. We'll have dinner catered at our new house and everyone can pay off with Ayden naked."

"Everyone?" squeaked Adalynn.

"Everyone," said Cassiopeia.

"Whee!" said Millie.

Cassiopeia just nodded.

We all headed to the new house. It is quite nice. Lots of shoreline. A huge house. Just amazing. Ayden rode with me in the Mercedes One. Yes I fetched it back. Hey, it is fun and how many opportunities do you get to scream through the countryside with the future chief of police?

He pretended he didn't notice. Until he noticed.

"Going a little fast there," he said.

"Technically I'm not," I said.

"What makes you say that?" he said.

I let the car drift up about ten feet.

"I was flying about six inches off the ground," I said.

"Ah," he said, just enjoying the flight. We didn't even get there first.

We went inside and everyone already there is naked. It looks like a convention of the inner circle.

"It seems like a few of your friends joined us," said Ayden, so stoically.

"Well," said Pari, who walked up. "There is a christening."

Did I mention she is naked?

Breathtaking.

Seriously so.

The orgy went well. Our new friends fit in quite well.

Adalynn is pretty insatiable.

Caroline and Asher will take over Dub's tomorrow. Oh, their grandparents are at the party. Grayson and Evelyn. Stunning.

The four of them are closer now.

"So how big is the property?" I asked, of Emmy.

"Most people ask that before they buy it," said Emmy, with a smile.

"We are not most people," I said.

Emmy thought about that for a moment and then nodded.

"Almost six hundred acres," said Emmy. "You own the entire cove, plus about a half mile of shoreline in each direction."

"Feels like that's good," I said.

"Sure does," said Emmy.

"Any rules on sub-dividing?" I asked.

"I'm surprised you want to," said Emmy. "But the minimum lot size is ten acres."

"Well, you, Abby, and Ayden need a house," I said. "Millie, Adalynn, and Silas need a house. Grayson and Evelyn need a house and, unless I'm missing something, Caroline and Asher are going to move in with them for a bit, but I'll block off another lot for when Caroline and Asher marry."

"For when they marry," said Emmy. "First cousins."

"You're marrying your identical twin," I said.

"Hmm. What the fuck happened?" said Emmy. "I got up this morning lamenting that I was having a shitty sales month. Worse, because of me an Athens institution was going to close. Now I'm marrying my sister and Ayden, apparently moving into quite the house on the lake, and just attended a pretty freaking wonderful orgy that I suspect is just the beginning of many pretty freaking wonderful orgies. What happened?"

"I like hamburgers," I said.

"That's the entire explanation?" said Emmy. "Somehow you heard about Dub's and decided to come to town and then all this shit happened. Does it happen to you often?"

"Yeah," said Pari, who had walked up for the last part of the conversation. "It happens to all of us. We don't quite understand it, but we've learned to just let it happen."

"You can just wander around and make people citizens and invite them to orgies with their kids," said Emmy.

"Yeah," I said, with Pari. She said it, with a twinkle in her eye.

Fuck yeah, we paid off. We're smart enough to hold each other up.

"Wow," said Emmy when we stopped vibrating. "Just wow."

Pari held her arms open and Emmy just kind of drifted into the hug. I stood behind her.

I knew what would happen. She woke up to me holding her.

"Passed out, did I?" said Emmy. I just nodded.

"Does it happen a lot in your world?" said Emmy.

"I knew to stand behind you," I said.

"But why us?" said Emmy, just as Millie walked up.

"Because it is supposed to be us," said Millie.

"What makes you say that?" said Emmy.

"Because it was us," said Millie.

"That makes no sense," said Emmy.

"No, it does," said Pari. "I know it feels a little Zen, but we trust the process. Chris had checks for the filing fees with their names filled out that she printed three weeks ago."

"Yeah, how does that work?" said Emmy.

"Sometimes we just know," said Pari, as Jessica walked up. "Nobody more than Jessica."

Jessica just nodded.

"Well, I may never understand it, but it is sure a win for us," said Emmy.

"That's how we feel, too," said Pari. "I just got swept in with my family earlier than you did. I lived in a slum in Tehran. My parents were both in the military and we were still almost homeless. I had friends that were selling themselves. I was 9."

"Selling themselves?" said Emmy.

Pari just waited her out.

"Oh," said Emmy. "Oh shit."

Pari just nodded again.

"And now you're the Queen!" said Millie.

"One of them," said Pari, with a laugh. "Part of our full employment program, apparently."

"King Bob," moaned Millie.

"Wait," said Pari. "You didn't get a turn with Bob? You're kidding. Bob simply loves 9-year-olds. Go find Silas and Adalynn. Then let's find Bob, Amy, and Rylee."

Millie ran off.

"Did you just setup a small orgy for King Bob with three 9-year-olds?" asked Emmy.

"Yeah," said Pari. "He really loves 9-year-olds and I absolutely realize how creepy that sounds, but it is absolutely not. Bob values the kids. No one puts more faith in kids that Bob. This is all because of him. Yes, he will absolutely fuck them but not because he is turned on by young kids but because he sees them as young adults."

"Feels like a pretty fine distinction," said Emmy.

"No, it doesn't," said Pari. "I get where you're coming from but give it a little time. Your 9-year-old daughter is the new Superintendent of Schools. Bob's 9-year-old son is the Secretary-General of the United Nations. You absolutely have to know we all consider Luke an adult. Hell, Chris was President of the United States at 14. She was the Prime Minister of Dionysus at 12. The same age that Leslie was the Minister of Defense. I'm the Minster of Education. I was elected to the position at 10. Bob's son Bill is the Chief Medical Officer at Harvard at 5. Nylah is an attorney at 7. Then again, so is Jessica, at 5."

Emmy nodded.

"Going to be fun to fuck them all," said Emmy.

"Yeah, it is," I said. "No, let me rephrase that. Yeah, it was, and yes I said that with permission."

"Whee!" said Emmy.

That pretty much sums it up.

Somehow I think we're going to like Athens, Alabama.

How weird is that?

And I don't think I ever mentioned that Ayden is Black.

We don't care. Why should anyone else?

Editor's favorite line: "How freaking new age of me."

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