1 April 2024

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I'm fucking tired of this

"I know I am not supposed to do this, but Jesus Christ," I said. "Can the four of us just get married this weekend?"

"OK," said Rylee.

"OK?" said Bob and Amy.

Now, that was a payoff.

"Seriously, OK?" said Amy.

"Sure," said Rylee. "I've been ready for a while. You're the two that weren't."

"Yeah," I said. "My question was not directed at Rylee."

You've figured out this is Pari.

Bob looked at Amy.

"Don't look at me," said Amy. "I'm in."

Bob just turned back to Rylee and me.

And nodded.

Which is why we're all laughing.

"I know you're all probably thinking I want an elaborate wedding, but I don't," said Rylee. "I mean I'd be fine with it if it is what you want, but just standing up in the front of the church lunch on Sunday would make me just as happy."

"Then it would be a church lunch/reception/orgy," I said.

Well it would.

"Which denomination?" asked Amy.

"Don't care," said Rylee. "Why don't we put a little stage at the potluck?"

That works.

"We telling anyone in advance?" asked Amy.

"We should make sure the entire family is there," said Rylee.

"They will be," said Bob.

"You invited them to church?" asked Amy.

"No," said Bob.

We all just stared at him.

Oh.

Yeah, they will be. They'll all know to be there.

I'll subtly be sure. Trust but verify.

Over the next few days I touched base with everyone. Not just the family. The extended family. Pretty far out.

They'll all be at church. In Robertville. They were all planning on it. Had it in the calendar for months. In a few cases over a year.

We don't really go to church.

This is amazing

I am so freaking excited. I am! A little terrified, but this is so damn right. I've loved them all for so long. Now, admittedly, this could be any of us, but it is Rylee. We thought about doing the entire service naked. Naked at church is honestly not that uncommon, particularly at the nice chapel at the Gamma resort. But we're dressed appropriately. Amy, Pari, and I are in nice cocktail length dresses. Not full-length wedding gowns with trains. Nice white, simple dresses. Just a little color in the trim. Pari's is pale pink. Amy's is pale green. Mine is pale lavender. The dresses are similar but not identical. Mine has a nice bodice and no I am not bursting out of it. It is sized appropriately. Darn it. Kidding. It's a nice dress.

Bob's dress is pale pink. Kidding. He's in a nice dark suit. He would rock the dress though. Oh, who am I kidding? I've seen him in a pale pink dress, and he does rock it.

Focus, Rylee.

His tie is multi-colored in the three colors of our dress trim.

We look nice. None more than Pari. She just glows. Yeah, yeah, she's 12, but if the concept of an old soul is true, then that's Pari. Wise beyond her years. No one has had a bigger impact on lives than Pari. Literally no one. Leslie is more powerful in the military sense. Bob and Amy are, well, Bob and Amy, but Pari.

You see why I love them all.

Each of us has our mom and dad here and they're both giving us away. Well, the women. Bob doesn't have parents or siblings.

The OG four are standing with him.

The rest of the kids are spread out. Jessica and Bill are with Amy. Nylah and Colby are with me. Luke and Denne are with Pari.

We like it.

Lindy is the flower girl, and she is enjoying the hell out of it. Yes she can walk and toss flower petals. With some verve.

Zach and Zoey are the ring bearers. They are just as excited although a little disappointed they don't get to throw flowers.

The service will be shorter than the lead up I just wrote. We don't have enough religious leaders to be in front of all of us, so Zoe is marrying us. No particular reason. We had a party, and Zach and Zoey flipped a coin.

Then it turned into an orgy.

That can't actually surprise you.

Darian and Dion are fun. Zoe's twin boys. They're 16 now.

Whee!

We were going to do it at the potluck but too many people in the community wanted to attend. We were going to overwhelm the church. There are over 150,000 permanent residents on the main islands now and a lot of people are flying in from other islands. We're doing it on a small, raised stage in the biggest park in Robertville.

There are a lot of people.

We talked about letting the media in. We don't like it, but we realize that this is a world event. Isn't that wacky? Bob takes his third wife, and it is a world event.

Bob takes his third wife.

Wacky.

God, we all love each other.

I think deep down I knew it but couldn't wrap my mind around all this. It was Bob, on the plane, who helped me start getting through it, but it was Pari that got me all the way there. Maybe we told the story, but I don't think so. It was soon after I started hanging around a lot more. We were feeling out the situation and having a fantastic time. Just incredible. We laughed constantly. We were silly and sexual and laughed. A lot. I won't say I had been depressed but I hadn't been living life to its fullest. I was just a lonely insanely rich girl living in a country where I was having non-stop sex.

What can I say?

But this night it was just a quiet night with the four of us. We opened up a bottle of good wine and watched a stupid movie. Die Hard. Pari and I had never seen it. A Christmas movie, although it isn't Christmas. And probably not really a Christmas movie. I loved it. Pari loved it.

During the movie we noticed that Amy and Bob were kind of snuggling. Just kissing and touching. It didn't bother us. Just the opposite. We like it when they do it. They're the original couple. When the movie finished, Pari popped up off the couch and pulled me up.

"We're going to sleep in the guest room," said Pari. "This is your night together."

They both laughed.

"Feels like your consolation prizes are a win," said Amy.

Pari turned and looked at me and we accidentally smiled at each other into the ground. We woke up a little woozy, next to each other on the carpet. Bob and Amy were gone.

Can't say I blame them.

Pari and I spent a bit of time on the carpet making out and touching each other but she finally hopped up and pulled me to my feet.

"Let's go sit out on the back porch," she said. We went out onto the lanai. There was a full moon, and we don't have a lot of light pollution, so it was surprisingly bright. Pari went over and got a blanket out of the cabinet. It wasn't cold but there was a little wind, and we were naked.

Surely that doesn't surprise you.

We got under the blanket and pulled it to our chin and just looked out over the water for a minute. Pari let out a little laugh.

"What was that about?" I asked.

"I'm 12-years-old," said Pari. "I'm lying on the lanai of a resort sized house, looking out over the Mediterranean, on a cloudless, moonlit night. I'm lying next to one of the three people in the world that I love the most. Sometimes I just can't believe it is all real."

We were just quiet for a minute.

"I love you," she said. "I really do. With all my heart. As much as I love Bob and Amy."

"You do?" I said. "I mean, I love you too, but as much as Bob and Amy? You've been with them for years. You're soulmates."

"We are, too," said Pari. "We are. You know we are. It took a little for us all to figure it out, but I don't have any doubts at all. Do you?"

"No," I said. "I don't. The whole situation is insane, like you said. I'm a little girl from Clearwater. I'm 16. I should be a sophomore in high school. Year 10. Two more years to go before college. Somehow I am rich beyond belief. I run major corporations. I could buy another one of these houses on what I made during this conversation. I could take a boat across to Athens and offer to buy Greece. I don't understand any of that, but I know I love you. I know I love Bob. I know I love Amy. I love every member of the family."

"You know they all practice it," said Pari. I laughed.

"Yeah, I do," said Rylee. "It makes me feel nice."

"Mom Rylee," said Pari. "Nobody understands it better than I do. When they started calling me Mom Pari, I thought it as a joke. That they were playing with me. That I was the add-on wife. But that wasn't it at all. It was and has always been a term of respect. I really am Mom Pari, even to Morgan and Orlando. You're Mom Rylee, too."

"I know," I said, softly. "It's a little weird for me, you know? Leslie was, and really is, my best friend. We're the same age. We met in middle school. Orlando was my first. My whisperer. Somehow they're my stepkids now."

"No they're not," said Pari, softly, too. "They're your kids or will be soon. They won't let me use the term stepmom. Jessica put her foot down."

"That can be scary," I said and now we're laughing again.

"We should just do it," I said.

"I know," said Pari. "I'm ready, too. We need Amy and Bob to get there."

Which led to the conversation above. Pari pushed a little.

And now we're married.

We're heading off on our honeymoon now. Just the four of us tonight. We're going to the St. Regis Bahia Beach Resort in Puerto Rico. You know. In Dionysus.

Isn't that insane?

Although it is A Peaches Property so even if it wasn't in Dionysus, we'd be OK. This just lets us troll for more cock easier.

Kind of a thing for us.

I mentioned tonight. We're going to stay for a week. We have a two-bedroom suite. The other bedroom is going to be a rotating group of family members. Tomorrow night is Bill, Nylah, Gabe, and Chris.

Mixing it up a bit.

Poor Bob and Amy. Bill and Nylah will only be for Pari and me.

They can play with Gabe and Chris though. And they will. All of us in the same room. Bill and Nylah will teach us things.

They really will.

Now, we could tell you all the stories of our amazing honeymoon, or that we extended it to three weeks and added more and more family members and new friends, but I think we'll just keep that as our fond memories.

Of the beginning of our lives together.

God, we're happy.

Because we're finally complete. At least for now.

You never know.

Just a short little story about our wedding.

Whee!

Takin'em to eat

Heading out to lunch with Ramon and his family. Nova, here. Nicolo is coming with us. They don't know it yet, but so are Chris and Noah. You see, I had a flash, and I'd shared it with Chris.

She's excited about it.

Yeah, you went there and sure, I mean that, but my idea is decidedly non-sexual.

Darn it.

Oh yeah. After we eat we'll probably get naked and fuck.

We learned a little more about Ramon and Jiro, too. For example, they both have twin sisters. Dariah and Risa. You got it. Egg donors and surrogates. If you don't remember, Ramon is Nova's Chief of Staff and Jiro is an aide to the current mayor. Both kids are Hispanic/Asian.

And freaking gorgeous.

Ask me how I know.

Rodrigo and Danna. They're technically not twins, but both sisters had their babies on the same day, so sort of. You followed, right? Ramon with Risa, Jiro's sister, and Jiro with Dariah, Ramon's sister.

Rodrigo is tall and lanky and endowed. Danna is almost as tall, still a little gangly, and has delicious B cup breasts.

Yes, delicious.

I didn't say today would be the first time we fucked, now did I?

We all met at the restaurant. We kind of had to. If we had met someplace we could fuck, we would have skipped eating.

We might starve. It's a risk in our world. Like the mice that take cocaine and forget to drink water.

We're not that stupid though.

Are we?

For some reason we are the only people dressed informally at the restaurant. That Amy owns. I'll start with a tangent because it is hilarious. We were seated at a large table at the front window. Kind of a prime spot. The team here knows us well and our wine arrived at the table in a flash. My favorite red and Nicolo's favorite white. Our lives sure have changed since Austin. No, not the fucking.

We did a lot of that in Austin.

Just life. These two wines retail for over $200,000.

Each.

One of the people at the next table noticed and gasped.

But that's not the tangent.

There was a couple waiting for their table. Yes, they'd been here before we arrived, but we had reservations. OK, not exactly, but Amy owns the restaurant. The dude was a little older, chubby, and white.

Kind of a stereotype in these stories. A Ken, the female equivalent of a Karen.

Let me introduce you to his wife.

Karen.

They were pissed when we were seated. They covered the gamut of condescension. Kids drinking wine. The Asian and Hispanic dude. Oh it was ugly.

And loud.

Nicolo is Nicolo. He was going to fix it. This was going to be interesting to watch. I suspect it is going to reinforce what I brought everyone together to discuss.

It gets a little tiresome

It really does. Oh, this is Nicolo. I'm guessing they're tourists. Locals still might not have recognized any of us.

Except Nova. Nova is freaking revered in New York City. She's the Superintendent of Schools and the program is incredible. She is particularly loved on Parent's night.

In every way you can imagine.

I walked up to the couple, who were both now shouting at the maitre d. You can tell he is about to eject them. Rightfully so, but sometimes I can defuse the situation.

"Excuse me, is there an issue?" I said. The host just looked at me plaintively.

Yes, plaintively. I will be rewarded for the use of the word.

Repeatedly.

"You're the fucking problem, kid," said the Karen. "You stole our fucking table."

"I see," I said. What a fun sentence to write. "Which of these folks is the rest of your group?"

"It's just the two of us, asswipe," said the Ken.

Such a joyful vocabulary.

"I see," I said. Hey, when it works. "And for what time was your reservation?"

"Fuck you, kid, we don't have to talk to you," said the Karen. I turned to the maitre d. He shook his head no.

"So you don't have a reservation but believe you should have been seated at a table for seven in advance of the party of seven that did have a reservation," I said.

It took them way too long to process that sentence.

"Fuck you," said the Ken.

"Yeah, not going to fix this one," I said. "They're dicks. Throw them out and ban them."

"From here or everywhere?" asked Georgio.

"Where are you staying?" I asked of Ken and Karen.

They replied simultaneously.

"None of your fucking business," said the Ken.

"The Hilton Midtown," said the Karen. The Ken glared at the Karen.

I admit I smiled when I turned back to Georgio.

"Oh God, it is tempting," I said, and Georgio laughed. But I am a better person than that. I turned back to them.

"OK, here's the deal," I said. "This restaurant is owned by the Kingdom of Dionysus. More accurately, by the Queen personally. So is your hotel. You have two choices. You can calm down and wait your turn for your table and enjoy a simply fabulous lunch. That's option one. Option two is you keep up this behavior and you will be forcibly ejected from this restaurant and when you return to your hotel, your packed bags will be waiting for you in the lobby and your reservation cancelled. In addition, you will be banned from any hotel with the tagline A Peaches Property which is the vast majority of the hotels in New York City."

"Like you could make that happen," sneered the Ken. Which is when Amy walked in behind them.

I admit I had wondered why there was an empty seat at our table. Sometimes there is and it always ends up filled.

The fact that is Amy is just a bonus.

"Excuse me," she said. "Is there a problem?"

The couple turned around, ready to bite off the head of the person speaking.

And saw Amy.

It is a breathtaking sight. She is dressed surprisingly conservatively. It is still breathtaking. She's gorgeous. An appellation that applies to many, if not all, in the kingdom.

Yes, appellation.

Amy winked at me.

"I will reward you," she thought to me. I am sure Ken and Karen were a little confused by my small moan.

Come on. Amy.

"I came in late, but whatever he just told you will happen," said Amy, in just the sweetest voice. Amy's presence even struck Karen mute. She dragged her husband away and you could see them arguing. Finally they quieted down.

I guess they like their hotel room.

Amy's mere presence can defuse a situation.

And make it explosive in entirely different ways.

Back to lunch

Still Nicolo. It took a few minutes to get Ramon and Jiro past their awe of Amy. Not the kids. Kids are never overwhelmed. Lustful perhaps.

Understandably so.

"Great to meet you all, but why are we here?" asked Amy. A good question, for sure. Especially since Amy arrived.

"Just lunch," said Nova. Oh God. Amy gave her the mom look. It shall not be ignored.

It made Nova laugh.

"We're here to kick off Nicolo's mayoral campaign," said Nova. My what?

"Oh yeah," said Amy. "That makes sense."

"It does?" I squeaked. OK, maybe squeaked just a little.

"Sure," said Amy. "You're pretty well-known, particularly after the Pride events. You're Nova's brother, so the combination is powerful. You're freaking adorable. While all of that is true, under it all, you'll do it with the same passion you do everything and the city and everyone in it will be better off for it."

"And you're here, Amy," said Nova. Amy laughed.

"Well, there is that. I don't think I was supposed to come argue against it," said Amy.

"Can I jump in?" said Jiro. "You came to lunch with us but didn't know why?"

"You didn't even know we were here, did you?" asked Danna. "You had no idea who would be at the restaurant or if anyone you knew would even be here. You just knew you needed to be at this restaurant at this time."

"That's just crazy," said Jiro.

"No, she's right," I said.

"I do it, too," said Danna, softly. "Not often, and nothing that big, but I get a feeling."

"Always listen to the feeling," said Amy. "Always."

Danna just nodded. Ramon and Jiro are really confused. I brought us back on topic.

"So my suggestion is that Jiro be your campaign manager and Ramon be your press secretary," said Nova.

"You need a fund raiser, too," said Rodrigo. We controlled our laughter. That might have embarrassed him.

"No, I wouldn't," I said. "Money wouldn't be an issue in the campaign. I can fund it myself."

"A mayoral campaign runs in the millions," said Jiro.

"I have plenty of money," I said. They were still confused.

"Nicolo is an original," said Amy. "Someone that knew us before Dionysus. Everyone that is an original got a little gift early in the kingdom. Nicolo can pay for it."

"How much did you get?" asked Rodrigo.

"Rodrigo," said Jiro and Ramon, together. The table was absolutely silent and we're all looking at them both. That's when the lightbulb went on. You can see it above Jiro's head.

Kidding. That would be weird.

"Jinx," said Jiro, with such glee.

"Your call," said Amy. "I own the restaurant. Feel free to pay off or wait until we're all naked."

"All naked?" peeped Jiro. Yes, peeped.

Amy just smiled at him. Got him right to the edge. Danna is sitting next to Jiro.

Danna went over. Vocally. Remember the scene in When Harry Met Sally? If not google it. It is classic.

Think that.

"Well, they're already staring," said Jiro. He leaned over and gave Ramon one hell of a kiss. Mid-kiss they both jerked back.

Understandably.

Our lunches are fun. After lunch is even more fun.

Let's finish the conversation.

"Let's say I'm in, and I'm not, yet," I said. "How would it work?"

No one spoke for a minute. Nova was clearly waiting and so was Amy.

"Well, I'll jump in if no one else has," said Danna. "I love politics. You need to fill two key positions first. Your Chief of Staff, who basically owns you. Tells you where to be. Tells you who all the people will be. Basically guides you through the campaign. You need someone simply amazing for that. The other position is your Chief of Operations. Think strategic and tactical. The Chief of Staff is strategic. Managing the overall timeline of the entire campaign and has visualized it through winning the election. The Chief of Operations just makes shit happen. For example, one of their team would have made this reservation. It can be that simple. It can be arranging hotel ballrooms for events. Really anything. I'm guessing you already have an events team, so it would be primarily coordination."

"OK," I said.

"Don't discount that Chief of Operations role," jumped in Rodrigo. "The Chief of Staff doesn't take the idea to execution. That's the Ops person. It's complex and complicated. You'll be run ragged with all the speaking and meetings, and the COO can make that smooth or ugly. They have to be super organized down to the smallest detail."

"So would the two of you take a leave from school or could you do this part-time," I said. I loved the looks and I admit I was surprised that it was Rodrigo that started to react.

Then he caught that Danna was there too and deferred.

Which made Danna laugh.

"Feels like an operational question to me," said Danna, with a smile, which made Rodrigo smile.

"A leave," he said. "Really no other choice, and the right answer. Heck, I'll bet that working on the campaign would get credit, at least for Social Studies."

"Says the guy that is almost done with his master's in public policy," said Nova, to Rodrigo. "Pretty sure you're past Social Studies."

OK, we all laughed at that.

"What about my age?" I said.

"Actually," said Danna. "That's not a problem and it is Nova that fixed it for you. The city charter had a minimum age for executive branch roles, including both the mayor and the superintendent of schools. Nova didn't qualify. They actually changed the city charter to remove the minimum so she could have the role. There are strong rumors of pressure by the kids of those that could change it."

"Yeah," said Nova. "I know that's true. I've met many of them."

Then she let out a little moan and then shrugged.

I'll bet Nova's average day is above average.

And you know what I mean. Oh, who am I kidding? She tells me all the best stories.

In bed. Soulmates, remember?

Oh. Yeah.

"Is it going to be a problem that my soulmate is my sister?" I said. "Not messing that up."

"Hasn't been for me," said Nova. "Some lustful comments occasionally, though."

"Well, that's a compliment," I said, laughing.

"Have I lived here long enough?" I said.

Rodrigo pointed at Nova.

"They fixed that, too," said Rodrigo.

"OK then," I said. "What's the next step?"

"Signatures," said Rodrigo. "You need 100,000 of them."

"Can we put the forms at the schools?" asked Nova.

"Yes," said Danna. "But only because you operate under the rules for charter schools. You have a ton of latitude."

Nova started laughing. Hey.

"You'll have the signatures by noon," said Nova. "No, elementary school first bell is at 8. They'll have the forms by 7:45. You'll have more than enough signatures by 8."

"What!" said all four of them. Ramon, Jiro, Danna, and Rodrigo.

Danna shouted it with such glee.

A little loud there, Danna. Then again, she sat, one by one, in each of their laps, and got a payoff. For Ramon, it was just a kiss. For Jiro, she put his hand on her breast, over her shirt.

Rodrigo's hand went inside Danna's shirt.

He held her tight while she vibrated.

Our culture is fun.

"But how can you get that many, that fast?" said Danna. Danna is still sitting on Rodrigo's lap. Her arms are around his neck. His are around her back.

They're just so comfortable.

"Because Nicolo is a volunteer. No volunteer in the system has logged more hours. He does everything. He's taught classes all over the city. He's stepped in as a coach. He's been the medical and computer coordinator. He basically works full-time in the school district, but all as a volunteer," said Nova. "He needs a little more than 50 signatures per school."

"And he finishes his day in the wrestling room," added Nova. "Have you been to every single school in the district?"

I admit I laughed.

"There are over 1,800 schools," I said. "Not quite."

"But you keep a list," said Nova.

I just nodded.

"And you've favored schools in less fortunate areas," said Danna.

"Sure," said Nicolo. "That was an obvious one."

"No, it was not," said Rodrigo. "At all. It's huge and we can share that it was long before you became a candidate. Your opponent will have carefully staged photo ops of volunteering. Probably soup kitchens. They like those. What little they do beyond that will be in the absolute safest parts of town. The difference will be striking."

"Wait," said Nova. "What else was changed in the charter?"

Danna and Rodrigo laughed.

"There you go. That's how you'll get the signatures," said Danna. "The best question ever. The voting age was lowered to 7."

"Well, the election is over," laughed Nova.

"As long as you don't screw up, she's right," said Danna. "Please no racist rants. I'd talk to most candidates about infidelity, but it is kind of the heart of your world, so to speak."

"No, it is not," said Rodrigo, with some passion. "And I never want to hear anything like that again. It is absolutely not infidelity."

"OK," said Danna. "A fair point. Never again."

"So about that," I said. "Do I need to stop with the wrestling room or even volunteering?"

"No," said all four of them again.

This time Rodrigo sat on the laps. Let me tell you, his kisses with Ramon and Jiro were electric.

He lost one in his kiss with Danna. Understandably so. It is good they're dark shorts.

It happens. Hell, it happened to me once in this same restaurant with Nova on my lap.

Nova.

That's all you needed to hear, right?

"Oh look," said Amy. "Lunch is over and the business conversation is done, too. Let's go to the apartment and fuck."

OK, our guests look a little stunned which just made Amy laugh. Amy laughing causes the jiggles. Yes, I just made that up, but my God, the jiggles.

Which is why Amy is now giggling. And jiggling.

Giggling and jiggling.

Today is a good day.

"You absolutely had to know that invitation was on the table as soon as I sat down," said Amy. Danna and Rodrigo are just nodding. Jiro and Ramon noticed, which made Danna laugh.

"Amy is a frequent volunteer as well," said Danna.

Kind of a moanfest at our table right now.

"Which apartment?" said Nova.

"Oh, let's go to yours," said Amy, in the deepest voice. "I miss my baby Luke."

"She misses him in a different way than most parents," I said. More moaning. It was predictable.

"That's not fair," said Amy. "In our world, we all miss each other and then reconnect."

"Repeatedly," she added, in the most glorious tone.

OK, four tables around us moaned, too.

Amy.

We got up to leave and Nova headed over and talked to the hostess. I knew what she was doing. Amy did, too. Danna, being Danna, was curious.

"May I politely ask what you were talking to the hostess about?" asked Danna.

"Is it less nosy if you're polite?" said Nova, in the sweetest damn voice.

It is the first time I have seen Danna off her game. She stammered a bit, then Nova held up her hand.

"You've got to work on handling tough questions," said Nova. "It is a challenging skill. I've had to develop it. But no question, not matter how outrageous, should fluster you."

Danna nodded.

"No, it doesn't make it less intrusive, but you absolutely know that either ignoring me or politely declining would have been accepted equally as well," said Danna.

"Wordy, but fair," said Amy. "Pithy. Politicians need to be pithy. Sound bites."

"I'm not a politician," said Danna. "Nicolo is."

I don't think it helped that we just had gotten to the sidewalk, and everyone not named Danna was laughing.

"Two reasons," said Rodrigo. "First, you are a politician. I am, too. We might not be on the front lines, but absolutely everything we do, publicly or privately, will be scrutinized."

"Maybe we should do a vlog of fun sexual positions," said Danna, with some heat.

"Oh yeah," said Amy, in a gravelly voice. "That would get out ahead of the siblings that fuck."

"What! We couldn't. Could we? Should we?" said Danna and Rodrigo.

Word for word.

It was Rodrigo that realized it first.

Just as we reached our house.

Timing is everything.

Oh my. Everyone is home. Luke and Cassie. Mark and Mindy. Mila.

Mila is a lot of fun. She's often our middle of the bed girl.

That's a win. Of course, not as much now that she lives with Nikolas, Anna Maria, and Melinda.

Mila's an oncologist now. World renowned. As in the best in the world. Mila is 10.

But that's not Mila's focus right now. She walked over and took Ramon and Jiro's hands and headed inside, just as Darian and Risa arrived. They took their respective partner's hands.

Not their siblings. Partner. Parents, right?

"So when are the four of you going to get married?" said Mila, as they crossed the threshold into the house.

"Married?" squeaked out Jiro. We all kind of gathered around.

"You mean a quad?" said Ramon. "Like Carlina and hers?"

"Sure," said Mila.

"We'd have to be citizens," said Risa.

"Sure," said Amy.

And so it was done. The wedding will be in a few months.

They decided to do a double ceremony.

With Danna and Rodrigo.

I admit, we all kind of deferred for a bit, even Mila, and let the six of them celebrate. We watched for a while and then, well, you know.

Mila was my first with Nova. I was in the middle of a glorious train with Nova in my ass.

That dildo is big. Really big.

"This should be your campaign video," said Mila.

I turned and looked at the imaginary camera.

"My name is Nicolo, and I am running for mayor here in my adoptive city of New York," I said. "You may be familiar with my sister and soulmate, Nova, who is currently fucking me in the ass with a very large double-ended dildo. I'm fucking our great friend Mila and is often our middle of the bed girl. Would you like this to be your life? The first step is electing me."

"You would win with 100% of the vote," said Chris, who just walked up.

Oh, that's a big dildo too, Chris.

Our train got one car longer.

Then the day got crazy.

I looked over and Amy is just bouncing on Rodrigo now. They seem to be enjoying it. Danna completes the matched set because she is bouncing on Bob. No clue when all the others arrived, but it is a pretty big group.

Whee!

It was a fun afternoon. They always are.

I guess I am running for mayor.

It took four minutes

Four minutes. The doors to the schools open at 7:45. The signature forms were on a table just inside the door. There are over a million kids in the school district. We hit 100,000 signatures in four minutes. We didn't stop though until we crossed a million signatures.

Kind of making a point there. Once we realized 7-year-olds could sign, it was a lock.

Oh, this is Rodrigo. Operations, remember? Danna hired Dad Jiro to be the press secretary and Dad Ramon to be the fixer. Every campaign needs a good fixer, and it is basically what he has been doing for Nova. At least things that Nicolo didn't fix.

Tonight is the debate. The opposition is an older chubby white guy from Wall Street.

That cannot surprise you.

The other opponent is a woke activist. OK, not my words since that's just stupid. She's actually quite pleasant and in other circumstances we would just back her. I'm going to chat with her now. Oh, and she refers to herself as a woke activist.

"Quick question, Julisa," I said. "This is just a hypothetical, but if by some stretch I win, would you be interested in the Deputy Mayor role?"

I respect that she gave it thought before she answered.

"Premature to answer the question," said Julisa. "I still think we have a competitive race. I think you'll draw more from Byron than me, which means it will be close."

"Could be," I said. "Absolutely respect the competition. Just leave it there and we can talk once the race is in hand for someone."

She just nodded.

"So if I was Deputy Mayor, would we fuck a lot?" she said.

"Entirely your choice," I said. "I would love to."

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

Dammit. A hot mic moment.

We should have both been smarter.

Now, it could have been the debate, but polling when we went in was surprisingly close. We all had roughly 30% of the vote. After the debate it was 43%, 42%, and 9%.

Julisa, me, Byron.

We'll say it was the debate, which was quite spirited. You see, Byron went on the attack.

It didn't go so well. Let me take you through it.

We'll start with the first question.

"So, Byron," said the moderator. "What do you think about all the sex in the schools."

"It's disgusting and all involved should be in jail," he said, with some heat. "Especially my opponent."

"And how do you respond, Nicolo?" said the moderator.

OK, I chuckled a bit and yes it was staged.

"You're not going to embarrass me with questions about sex," I said. "I'm 12 and have multiple PhDs. My fine opponent who made the accusation made it through the first year at NYU and then withdrew. There were many rumors about improprieties."

"Nothing was ever proven!" he shouted.

"It is funny how you always word it that way. I went back and looked. You've been asked that question many times," I said. "Not once have I heard you say that you didn't do it. Never. I would have thought you would have shouted it from the rooftops, but you didn't. Your answer is always the same. No denial. Just that it has never been proven."

"It has never been proven!" he shouted.

"You sure about that?" I said, with my biggest smile. "Are you, deep down, sure of that? I wouldn't be. I wouldn't be at all."

"How would you prove it?" he said. "There was no one else there."

"Interesting," I said. "You have denied being there in the past and now you just admitted that you were."

"Semantics," he said, with a sneer. "You don't know anything."

"We'll move past the fact that the word semantics doesn't mean what you think it means," I said. "We have time traveling history drones. Would you like me to broadcast it live?"

That kind of shut it down.

Time for a new round of questioning. The entire audience was left wondering.

Not that long. We released the video during the debate.

I am surprised he is left with 9%.

After the debate, I spoke to Julisa again.

"So are you going to play that dirty with me?" she said, with a little heat.

"Listen," I said. "Yes, that was pretty aggressive, but that was also an egregious act. He deserves to be in jail."

"Yeah," she said. "He does."

"What about me?" she added.

"We all have things that embarrass us," I said. "We don't play dirty to win. Yes, I know absolutely everything about you but there was literally nothing that I would share."

"You sure about that?" she said, softly.

"Yes," I said, firmly. "Your choices are your choices and yes I know what you're talking about."

"I hope he is doing well," she said, with some pain.

"He is," I said.

"You know!" she said.

"Yes," I said. "And I have permission to connect you. However, the timing could be disruptive to your campaign, so it is entirely up to you."

"I want to meet him now!" she said. "I don't care if I lose!"

"OK," I said. "How about this. How about I go with you? That way when the press gets on it, and they will, I can publicly support you and we can jointly share that Dionysus helped you."

"You would do that for your opponent?" she said.

"Yes," I said. "I will not fight dirty with you. We'll have spirited debates. We'll challenge each other. We'll push. But we'll keep it in the boundaries of good faith. If you win, you will have no bigger supporter."

"Is it illegal if I withdraw and then you offer me the deputy mayor role?" she said.

"Illegal? No," I said. "I checked. A little sketchy? Maybe. Appropriate? Probably not."

"But that's not your big decision for the day," I said. "Brooks is in the system. If you agree, he could come back to you."

Wow. Now that's a look of shock.

"Where is he living?" she asked.

"With a foster family," I said.

"Now," she said. "Right now."

"OK," I said. I waved him over. He's wearing a T-shirt for her campaign.

He is a volunteer on her campaign.

He doesn't know either.

"Hi," I said. "Can we all sit down for a moment?"

"Not sure why we're fraternizing with the enemy, but if she agrees I agree," he said.

Someone would reward him for fraternizing.

"I would hope so," thought Brooks. "I go to your schools."

Yes he does.

"Why did I just hear you in my head?" said Julisa.

Well now.

"Because you're my mom," said Brooks.

Well, that was a plot twist.

"I hacked into the city database and followed some really weird threads. It isn't proof, but I'm pretty confident," said Brooks. "I didn't mean to just blurt it out to you."

"If you hadn't, I was," I said. They both just looked at me.

"Yeah, you are," I added.

"You're sure?" said Julisa and Brooks. Which made Brooks laugh. Hey, he's in our schools. I just raised an eyebrow, and he laughed some more.

"Jinx," he said, still laughing.

"OK," I said. "Not the place to pay that one off. That said, you go to our schools, and it is entirely appropriate in a different context."

"Pay off what?" said Julisa.

"The jinx," said Brooks, softly.

"That's real!" said Julisa.

OK, given both Brooks and I moaned, it might have been inferred.

"We can't," said Brooks. "At least yet. After the election."

"That's the safest option," I said. "Close to it is paying it off when you're not on the planet."

"Well, that feels safer," laughed Julisa.

"He's serious," said Brooks. Did I mention Brooks is 11?

Yum. Well, he is.

The funny thing is that Nova and I both met him at school. Met him.

Brooks is fun.

And talented.

The adoption went through the next day. How did it happen so fast?

We awarded them Dionysus citizenship. The adoption was done by Dionysus. New York Child Services was thrilled to close the case.

It also took Dionysus off the table as an election topic.

The remaining candidates are Dionysus citizens.

We'll see how it goes. I will absolutely support Julisa if she wins.

Election night

OK I'm freaking out a little.

This is Danna.

The polls just closed. The networks all have exit polls and all agree on one thing.

It is too close to call.

We're going to have to be patient. The weird thing is that we're all comfortable with either winner.

Which is why there is only one party. Seriously. Both campaigns are having a party together at the Hilton Midtown.

Honestly though, it is very much in the spirit of Dionysus. The loser will heartily congratulate the winner.

In much more intimate ways than the average political competitors.

Hey, the election is over. You have to know there will be an after-party orgy.

Julisa and Brooks are both invited.

It will be there first time together.

Then we'll make their apartment a consulate.

OK, maybe not we.

Nicolo just walked up and put his arm around me.

I like it.

"We was correct," said Nicolo. "You're in our world now."

"Feels vaguely like the mafia," I said.

"Yeah, we know," said Nicolo, laughing.

Julisa and Brooks walked over.

"Feels a little weird having a joint party," said Julisa.

"That's because you don't quite understand Dionysus yet, Mom," said Brooks.

"Mom," said Julisa, softly. Then she just smiled with joy.

Brooks and Nicolo barely made it.

Nova and I didn't. It was a fun time to walk up.

I'm pretty sure the network news is going to carry our orgasms. At least on the Dionysus Broadcast System.

They'll cover the orgy, too.

"What do you mean I don't understand Dionysus?" said Julisa.

"They really are this nice," said Brooks. "If you win, there will be absolutely no one that supports you more than Nicolo. Maybe Nova. They celebrate the wins even if it didn't go their way."

"You would have celebrated Byron's win?" said Julisa.

"No," said Brooks. "But he wasn't destined to win. Something was always going to be in his way."

"Then why wasn't there something in my way? So Nicolo could win?" said Julisa.

"Because you're a good person," said Brooks.

Julisa looks startled.

"That's not a reason," said Julisa.

"Sure it is," said Nova. "It is literally the culture of Dionysus. If you're a nice person, you're welcome in our world."

"And you'll fuck us," added Julisa, with a laugh. "Any limits there?"

"You know the age rules," said Nicolo.

"That's it," said Julisa.

Nova and I both said it. Oh, Brooks did, too.

Nova got it out first. I am confident that neither Brooks nor I tried.

Nova.

"The polls are closed, correct?" said Nova.

"Yep," I said.

So Nova paid off. I got an amazing kiss.

Sorry about the puddles.

Brooks got a kiss that was stratospheric.

He pushed Nova away a bit too late. Although he screamed a little, too.

He'd pushed off on her breasts.

Nova let him calm down.

"Dude," said Nova. "No worries. After the party, I'm hoping to be bouncing up and down on you. Please."

"Please," said Brooks.

"We're also a polite culture," said Nova.

They really are.

"We really are," said Nova.

Still confusing.

The party went later and later because it was so close, but at about midnight it started breaking for Nicolo. By about 2 am, CNN called it for Nicolo. Julisa laughed.

"About that job," said Julisa, with a smile.

Nicolo took Julisa's hand and led her onto the stage with me.

"I want to start by thanking the citizens of New York for believing in me," said Nicolo. "You had another choice that was also outstanding, and the tight race reflected that. I'd like to announce that in the spirit of this entire election, I am nominating Julisa to be the Deputy Mayor. I believe the fact that between us we received every vote but two suggests you might believe in us both. I want to thank everyone that worked on both our campaigns for your extraordinary effort. Now we're going to go celebrate together in a very Dionysus way."

Did I mention Nicolo's entire family is here?

Damn. They're freaking gorgeous.

Nicolo pulled Julisa over to the mic and stepped aside to cheers from the crowd.

"It was a close one," said Julisa, to more cheers. "I think the fact that we held a joint post-election party might explain everything about this administration. But something else happened that defines the campaign to me. When I was younger, I gave a baby up for adoption because of pressure from my parents. I cried about that every single day until recently. I stopped because we have been reunited and he is back to being my son."

She waved Brooks up onto the stage and gave him a hug. Then she turned back to the mic.

"Oh, and I concede," said Julisa to simply thunderous applause.

Then she kissed Brooks. And not in a mom/son way.

Well, we are in Dionysus.

That's when the orgy broke out.

Yay!

"You called?" said a voice and I turned to see Amai and Juanita.

My life just got better. Oh, and I hadn't called. I'd imagined. That somehow makes things happen. As great a day as this is, it is now better.

Much better. With Rodrigo.

The orgy lasted all night and through lunch the next day. These people have athletic stamina. I need to train more.

"We'll train together," said Rodrigo.

That we will. Our night ended hand in hand walking to lunch.

Then we'll sleep for days.

My First Day

Oh, you've read these stories before. I've read the whole journal. You're assuming this is Nicolo, but it is Julisa. Kind of a joint first day, don't you know. We just walked into the mayor's office together, having arrived together. I am sure that will make the news somewhere. You see, Brooks and I moved into their guest house for now.

Which is a consulate.

And usually packed with people in the Dionysus inner circle.

I have learned many things. Just last night with Ruby and Gabe.

Their connection is amazing. I think they set it up to give me more comfort being intimate with Brooks.

Luke and Amy.

Hunter and Hallie.

Bob and Leslie. And Morgan. And Chris. And Orlando.

That was impressive.

I don't think anyone mentioned that Dionysus citizens swept almost every local election. I am the only one that is over 18.

Crazy.

Staff meetings are going to be fun. Nova had already set up a small conference facility in the center guest house. Two floors. She holds all her staff meetings in the conference center. Why?

Seriously? You have to ask?

The floor above it is a wrestling room. Sometimes we'll walk over to NYU.

Sex on the quad is fun.

We seem to be confusing some of the older New Yorkers.

Not the younger ones. They join right in. I am enjoying my new life.

Nicolo did share he had a surprise for Brooks and me after work. No clue what that is. It isn't sexual. There is nothing that could be a surprise.

"Oh, that's not true," said Nicolo. "Wait until we take you to Nibiru, or better yet, Priapus."

"Wasn't Priapus the one with a giant cock?" I said.

"Uh huh," said Nicolo, in a gravelly voice. "Cocks grow roughly 50% in length and in girth. Cums volume is easily four times. Oh, and cocks can cum 50 times in a row and do it again in a half hour. It is a fun planet."

"Planet?" I squeaked.

He just nodded.

Holy shit.

"Come on," said Nova. "We want to show you something."

Nova jumped up and we all watched. It could be a dedicated cable channel. Just Nova, naked, going about her day.

I'd watch.

We'd all watch.

Wait, they're putting on clothes. Why are they putting on clothes?

I guess we all have to put on clothes.

Nova led Nicolo, Brooks, and me out of the house and onto the sidewalk and across the street. She walked down about three doors and then walked up the short stairs to the door of a simply amazing brownstone. Huge! She pulled a key out of her pocket and unlocked the door. Why does Nova have a key to this amazing house?

She turned around and handed me the key. Then she took Nicolo's hand and headed back down the short stairs.

"What's going on?" I shouted after them.

"It's our house, Mom," said Brooks.

I started crying when we walked in.

"It's a consulate," yelled Nova.

We shut the door and celebrated.

Until Brooks couldn't celebrate anymore.

Somehow I think we'll be back to the story soon.

I'm so embarrassed

I am embarrassed. I've never met Hill's family. How is that even possible? It's not really through lack of effort. We've invited Hill and his family repeatedly and not even given up when he cheerfully declined every time. He's so stoic that we don't spend a lot of time on small talk either. He lives in Robertville and is supportive of our lifestyle, but it appears he separates his work from his family, and I have absolute support for his choice to do so.

Maybe I shouldn't be embarrassed. Maybe it is that simple.

Today that is going to change. Hill invited me over to his house to meet his family. I cannot tell you how wonderful that is.

I never mentioned this is Leslie. I am bad at this and really don't post enough. Life is sure busy. Sometimes I am still expecting to wake up from a dream. We moved in with Dad over six years ago. That seems like a long time. I was 10.

Life moves fast.

Dad was a nerd hermit on a boat. Seriously, that's what he was. How in the absolute hell he got Mom to marry him I will never know.

OK, that's not true. She fell in love with Dad because of us. No, seriously. He was a nerd hermit and then he wasn't because he couldn't be anymore.

Because of us.

Fast forward a bit and somehow he and Mom are the freaking King and Queen of a superpower. Really the only remaining superpower. We fly around the world in super planes and have lunch on another planet.

It was a crazy six years. Think of the stops along the way. I won the freaking Top Gun competition when I was 11. Soon after Morgan and Chris risked their lives to save two astronauts. Eleven was a big age for Chris and me. OK, I guess I should laugh, given Chris was the President of the United States at 14. I guess that was a big year, too.

I do not know why I went down this path. Maybe because I am headed to Hill's house and I'm feeling like a 16-year-old teenager, not like the Minister of Defense of a freaking superpower. Oh, and the commander of the UN forces. I have no idea why I feel this way. It almost feels like a first date. Weird. I even, gasp, knocked on the door. The door opened and holy shit the young man that opened it is gorgeous. Model gorgeous.

"Hi," he said. "My name is Mase. Welcome to our home." He stepped back and I walked into the foyer. Why do houses have foyers? They seem pretty silly to me. That might not be on topic. Describing Mase is. I have no idea how old he is, but I think about 12. I'm guessing he is tall for his age, which affected my estimate. He's thin, but wiry, which I like. Stop laughing. Yes, I like everyone, but thin and wiry is good. He also has the most amazing copper colored skin. Flawless skin. He could be Hispanic, Puerto Rican, or mixed. He's right on that point in the color spectrum. Just then an equally gorgeous woman walked in, wiping her hand on a towel.

"Sorry," she said. "I'm Jayda, Hill's wife. I just put homemade cinnamon rolls in the oven."

"Will you marry me?" I said, laughing, just as Hill walked in and put his arm casually around Jayda.

"Not to be too forward, but you are a freaking gorgeous family," I said. Mase laughed.

"Also not to be too forward, but do you have an interest in spending a naked afternoon with our family?" asked Mase. "Please?"

Before I answer that question, I'll confirm that Mase is mixed, because Jayda is Black.

"Sure," I said. "If there is mutual interest, but you need to be comfortable with it, Jayda."

"Why wouldn't I be comfortable with it?" asked Jayda. "We live in Robertville." She added the sexiest damn laugh.

Yes, a laugh can be sexy.

I just looked at Hill and raised my eyebrows. Jayda looked surprised.

"Seriously? Never?" said Jayda.

"It didn't feel appropriate," said Hill.

"She's smart, powerful, and beautiful," said Jayda. "And you know I'm OK with it."

"She's my boss," said Hill, a little bashfully, which is not a look I have ever seen before. Oh! Jayda is in charge.

That can't surprise you.

Now, the response to his comment was expected. Mase, Jayda, and I both yelled "So!".

I got it out first. Which led to me having extremely drenched panties. Yes, I'm wearing panties. Don't judge me. Mase kissed me, which got me right to the edge. Then Jayda kissed me.

That did it. Drenched. As in dripping on their marble floor in the foyer. I guess foyers do have a role in our country.

I like Hill's family. We finally heard the kitchen alarm ring, and all walked into the kitchen together. Did I mention the three of us were naked now? Drenched, remember? Not Hill. Yet. He seems so damn bashful.

I like seeing this side of him. Hell, I'm hoping to see more of him. Get it? More of him.

Jayda got the cinnamon rolls out of the oven and put them on the cooling rack.

"We have twenty minutes to kill," announced Jayda. "Hill, why do you have clothes on?"

He got a bit of a deer in the headlights look, but it was Mase that walked over to him and slowly started unbuttoning his shirt. Once it was unbuttoned, Mase pulled it to the side and latched onto Hill's nipple.

We all moaned, including Mase, which seemed to be a trigger for Hill because he quickly pulled away. I get it dude, I'm close and I was just watching.

Did I mention that two kids just ran into the kitchen? Hill and Jayda's 10-year-old identical twin boys. They looked at us and cheered.

And stripped. Take Mase. Make him 10. Then clone him.

Yeah, that good.

I was a little disappointed that we had to reheat the cinnamon rolls, but they were still simply incredible.

After all, they'd been on the counter for almost four hours.

Hours.

What can I say? Drained them all and Jayda made sure it all went to me. Admittedly, she did a lot of that by licking it off of, or out of, me and kissing it to me.

An outstanding outcome. Or outcum.

We finally sat down for the cinnamon rolls.

"So Dad," said Josiah. "What stopped you? You love sex. You don't have age hangups. Leslie is amazing. What stopped you?"

Hill is now blushing. Blushing!

"There is no pressure," I said. "OK, maybe a little. We're all curious."

He took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

"I was intimidated," said Hill.

"What!" I said. "I'm a 16-year-old girl. A teenager so in over her head it is a surprise I don't drown. Hell, half the things I accomplish are only because of you. I'm not intimidating!"

"Yes you are," said Judahh. "You all are. Now, we can mostly push through it, because you are all just as nice as the rumors state, but you're the monarchy. You're Princess Leslie. People worship you. Hell, I worship you." He ended with a little laugh.

I just sat there for a minute.

"We don't want to be intimidating," I said, softly. "We're just people. Right place, right time, lots of luck. Nothing special. Hell, being a monarchy was a joke!"

I said that last sentence with some heat.

"Maybe," said Mase. "Certainly from your perspective. Not from the world's. You are the most powerful people on this planet and a lot more. You're literally changing the world for the better."

"And you might not be human," said Judahh.

"Oh, come on," I said.

"Jessica," said Josiah.

"OK," I said. "I might give you that."

Which led to us all laughing, the men recovering, and two more hours in bed.

Yay!

We are finally lying back in bed, all six of us, completely spent.

"You're coming to Dad's house for lunch on Saturday. There will be a lot of people there," I said. "There will be an orgy. There is always an orgy. There are other fun things too, from wave runners, to parasailing, to gocarts. But at the center of it all will be the orgy. So say I, Princess Leslie, and you will do my bidding."

OK, we all laughed at that.

"You're a lot less intimidating when you're riding me cowgirl," said Mase. "I like you riding me cowgirl."

"Me too!" said Hill, Jayda, Josiah, and Judahh. Yes Jayda. Toys, you know.

Hill yelled it so joyfully.

Another two hours.

OK by me.

Our first time at their house

I absolutely know we have been invited before. Dad just couldn't get there. Now, maybe, he can. He is such a strong guy and all fluttery around Leslie.

It might be the tits. They're spectacular tits.

Seriously spectacular.

Leslie was laughing as she walked up. She did a little shimmy, which made her tits jiggle. Given she is naked, we all appreciated it. Given she walked up with Morgan, who laughed, and did the same shimmy, my day is officially complete.

And we just got here. Oh, this is Mase.

And Rylee makes three. Whee!

I didn't mean it to rhyme. OK that it did.

"It appears we are the only people wearing clothes," said Josiah.

He has a point.

"Listen," said Morgan. "You do what makes you comfortable. Clothes are fine. We'll all get dressed if this bothers you."

"No!" shouted Dad.

OK, that made us all laugh. Morgan, Rylee, and Leslie laughing, naked, is joyous.

Then again, Mom...

Who is now undressing. Oh, now we're all undressing.

Yay!

Now Josiah and Judahh are walking away, each holding one of Morgan's hands.

My jealousy might be creeping in a little.

Oh, not anymore. I am following them holding Tegan's hand. And Luca's.

Win freaking win.

And it was. Gabe and Carlina joined us.

I am in heaven.

"We might be," said Tegan. "Maybe this is heaven. Maybe all the lore wasn't about heaven being in the sky, but heaven on Earth. A place where people are happy and healthy and doing good for the world. Maybe everyone misunderstood the context and that it was the afterlife, but what it was intended to reflect was the world after everyone worked to make it better."

"Holy shit," said Carlina. "You may have just completely redefined religion."

"Nah," said Tegan. "Just chatting."

"And fucking," added Carlina.

"True," said Tegan, who is riding me cowgirl. To my delight. Then again, our family joined us and Carlina is just bouncing on Dad.

To Mom's delight. Did I mention she's bouncing on Luca?

Morgan is bouncing on Josiah.

Pari is bouncing on Judahh.

Rylee is, well, helping everyone.

I can't wait for my turn. For all of them.

Dad appears to be enjoying the hell out of Della now. There is a familiarity there.

"I'm not as intimidating as Leslie," said Della, just as she exploded in an orgasm. An impressive orgasm. Kind of the first domino, since we just all went off.

Cum was flying everywhere.

Yay!

"Let's get back to the topic," said Carlina. "If your definition of heaven is correct, then hell is the world they already live in. Through altruistic efforts, they can transition from hell to heaven and damn near every religion on the planet is perpetuating hell, not heaven."

"Yeah," said Tegan. "Exactly that. The most religious culture on the planet is the least religious culture on the planet because our focus is just on making the world a better place."

"A much better place," said Josiah. Well, Tegan is bouncing on him now, so, yeah.

Morgan is bouncing on me. Yay!

"We need to talk about this more," said Pari. "The council first, then maybe publicly."

"There are religions that are close," said Jessica. Jessica is bouncing on Judahh, to his delight. Hell, to the delight of all of us.

Jessica is off-the-chart gorgeous.

"You want a piece of this, Mase?" said Jessica.

I'm just a nodding away.

Morgan and Jessica swapped places. To our moans of disappointment, quickly followed by our moans of happiness. Lots of moaning.

"We moan a lot," said Leslie. Everyone is just agreeing now.

"Back to my point," said Jessica. She's just leisurely bouncing on me. It's stupendous.

"Oh, good word choice," said Leslie. "Stupendous isn't used enough."

"Julia used it in reference to Jesse in Chapter 49," said Ruby. Ruby is fucking Mom right now. That's a joy, too.

"Yeah," said Bill. "Jon used it in 153, talking about being trapped on Nibiru with Aja and Leslie."

"Yeah, he did," said Leslie. "That was fun."

"Every day is fun," said Bill. Did I mention Bill is just pounding Judahh now?

Fun to watch.

"Back to my point. The Shakers. The Quakers," said Jessica. "OK, that rhymes, which is fun. Unitarian Universalists. Wiccan. All are about the greater good, not the individual."

We all just nodded. And fucked.

"So what do we do?" asked Jessica. "Your idea Tegan."

"Maybe nothing. Maybe just keep doing what we're doing," said Tegan.

"Certainly an option," said Pari. "But it doesn't feel like us."

"Nope," said Morgan. "Get it out there. Go on Anderson's show."

"No, this is easier than that," said Jessica. Jessica is our religious expert. Perhaps the least religious person in the world, but the best educated.

"The World Religions Conference is in a month in Ottawa," said Jessica. "The deadline for applications for speakers is tomorrow."

"So this wasn't a coincidental conversation," said Judahh.

"Probably not," said Tegan.

"Your idea," said Pari.

"Shit," said Tegan, laughing.

Now we can focus on the important things.

Like fucking.

I'm not doing this alone

I'm freaking not. This is Tegan. We had a family expert in religion. Master's and PhD.

Jessica.

We can enjoy the meeting, too, right?

But we were getting ourselves on the agenda with a little subterfuge.

Isn't that a grand word?

We submitted a presentation brief entitled "Did we find Heaven?"

Presented by Nan and Tegan
Noble prize-winning scientists that invented interstellar travel

"The two scientists will present their newest theory on their discovery of Heaven."

That was it. Short and to the point.

We're the opening keynote. I'm the presenter, because, you know, my idea. I'm proud of this one though. Nan, Jessica, and I spent the month working on it, with an in-depth analysis of huge parts of the bible. We drew direct parallels between Bible verses and the actions of the country of Dionysus.

They're going to shit bricks. I'll be surprised if the audience doesn't riot.

It's gonna be fun.

And come on. A week with Nan and Jessica.

Worth it.

Especially since we brought along Mase, Judahh, and Josiah. They're integral to the trip.

OK, they're fuck toys, but still.

"We're all happy being your fuck toys," said Judahh, to much nodding from Josiah and Mase.

We're heading into the hotel now. While much of the program is on the campus of the University of Waterloo, registration and accommodations are at a Marriott property.

Little did we realize how that was going to matter.

To summarize. Nan, Tegan, Jessica, Mase, Josiah, and Judahh.

A fine crew.

My idea, so I am the spokesperson.

"Hi," I said, when we went to the head of the line. "We're all registered for the conference. Nan, Jessica, and I are speakers."

"Children are not allowed," she said, literally looking down her nose. Hey, we're a little small.

"Tell me about it," said Jessica, to the confusion of the woman.

"Well," I said. "That could be a problem."

I reached down and picked up the program. The keynote is the cover. In other words, a fine picture of Nan and me.

Jessica is our surprise.

I pulled Nan close and held the program between our heads.

We appear to have confused her.

"Well, your parents have to be with you then," she said. "The hotel won't allow it any other way."

I don't think she appreciated us laughing.

"Sure they will," I said. "We have the Royal Suite."

"No suites are in our block," she said, huffily. Yes, huffily.

"Borderline," said Jessica.

"You'll reward me," I said.

"Yeah," said Jessica.

We are still confusing her.

"We really just need our badges," I said. "We're checked into the hotel."

"Then your parents are here," she said.

"I literally have no idea where my parents are," said Jessica. "For that matter, I don't think I mentioned this to them either."

"So you've been kidnapped by these other children?" she said, still confused.

"No," said Jessica. "Good lord, are you this dense? These two young women both have two Nobel Prizes."

"Really? That seems unlikely," said the woman.

Can your eyes get stuck if you roll them too hard?

People want to know.

"Wow," said Jessica. "This is crazy."

"Why would I know any of you?" she said.

"My name is Jessica," said Jessica.

"So is my niece, but how does that help?" said the woman.

"Princess Jessica," said Jessica.

Still confused. Really?

Oh. Oh my.

"Catholic nun?" I asked and she just beamed.

"How did you know?" she asked. "I'm just in normal clothes."

"You're fairly cloistered," I said, and she nodded.

"OK," said Jessica. "Let us catch you up. Nan is the foremost astrophysicist in the world. Nan, Tegan, and Tegan's husband Luca invented instantaneous interplanetary travel. We have all been on multiple planets."

"We haven't," said Josiah.

"Well that's silly," said Nan. "We'll take you after the conference."

"To Nibiru?" said Josiah, with such hope.

"Oh yeah," said Jessica. "No wait, Priapus."

Oh yeah.

"Now, I am a world-renowned scholar, with dozens of PhDs," added Jessica. "I also speak over 6,000 languages fluently. Including Latin, by the way. One of my doctorates is in religion and I'll be joining their keynote session. The boys are our guests at the conference."

"And your fuck toys," said Josiah.

"That too," said Jessica.

OK, that last little bit seems to have startled her.

Holy shit. The nun just moaned.

My life is now full.

No we did not seduce the nun. It took everything we had to not seduce the nun. No, not as some sort of conquest. She's just a genuinely nice person. She listened to what we had to say. She learned from the conversation. She accepted our explanations and changed her opinions based on new information.

If only everyone involved with religion would do that.

I'm not going to take you through the entire presentation but will focus a little on the reaction. We expected bedlam. People yelling. People arguing. Some storming out. Lots of epithets.

I might get rewarded for epithets.

"You will!" came an awful lot of voices in my head. It can be startling.

I did love that it was Luke that just screamed jinx in all our heads.

We'll all pay off. Vigorously.

Our presentation was structured as 45 minutes of us presenting and 15 minutes of open questions. All questions answered. Bluntly.

They pushed back the next session by almost three hours.

We answered everything. We accepted input and ideas that added depth. Some people did disagree, but we didn't speak all that much after we introduced the concept. Every time someone would object, someone else would walk them through the biblical and historical justification. Every religion got involved. A group of Muslim clerics got on board quickly and quoted the Quran. The Evangelicals are all stuck and may not break out. Almost every other denomination challenged us, but the discussion was spirited. Finally we wound down. Not because there were not more questions but because we were all pretty wiped out. They cancelled the entire remaining five-day program. Jessica helped organize parallel tracks and discussions. The three of us split up. We didn't try to dictate the thinking. We facilitated the discussion.

Honestly when the conference was over we were not sure that anything would really happen, but we offered to sponsor interdenominational discussions if both sides had an interest. You remember when Carlina negotiated peace between Iran and Israel, right? We at the beginning here, but we're hopeful. The one thing that became clearer is that people have an interest in our way of life.

And not just the fucking.

Although fucking is good.

I did promise Priapus

I'm picking up Hill and his family. We're spending the weekend on Priapus. The boys are all very excited and yes, Hill is included in that group.

Jayda's interest is just as high.

I invited a huge group for the weekend. Basically, well, everyone. Think everyone in the journal. They all got an invite. Oh, this is Leslie.

It is a big group. Some might want to tell their story.

Oh, I think Mase is a bit enamored with Arely.

OK, we're all enamored with Arely. Who brought Lewis. Her soulmate. And brother.

Jessica and Bill are particularly fond of Lewis.

Whee!

It was quite a weekend.

And there is Hill. He just walked up.

"Thank you," he said.

"For what?" I said. He kind of waved his arm to encompass everything, which made me laugh.

"No, that's not it, exactly," he said. "I know you don't see it, but I was intimidated. I've never met anyone as put together, confident, and powerful as you."

He finished just as naked Jessica walked by.

I turned and faced him and raised my right eyebrow.

Now we're laughing.

Laughing and fucking. Fucking and laughing.

I'm glad Hill got over it.

Really, really glad.

Whee!

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