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"Bob, I've got an idea for you," said Sota. "I know it is a little hot in Dionysus in the summer. How would you like another country? Or maybe just Dionysus West or something."
"Seriously? OK, yeah, I want to know," I said. "Let's grow our kingdom."
"I was approached by a middle-level official in Spain. They're aware I brokered the deal for Dionysus. They have a small island chain near the Canary Islands. It's off the coast of Africa. Afternoon highs from 65 to 75, year around. Similar situation, in fact eerily so, to Dionysus. One island has a military base, including a runway, plus a marina. They actually appear confused on exactly what is on the islands, but say everything is included. Smaller than Dionysus and only two islands. Roughly 400 square miles, so not exactly tiny either. Almost the entire coast line is supposed to be white sand beaches. One mountain, if you want to call it that. About 2,500 feet," said Sota. "I looked at satellite images and it is quite nice. I'd suggest we make an offer, contingent on your inspection. They assure me you can land anything you want on the runway, including your BFP. Oh, and there is a caretaker. I even chatted with Jackson and obscure as it is, he's OK. You know, OK."
"But why?" I asked. "Just because the summers are hot? And why are they selling?" Sota laughed.
"Yes, your majesty, we know you don't like the heat," he said. "And you have over $500B and this is going to burn a billion or two and you don't care. They even have environmental studies that show everything is copacetic. Your call. Oh, and they're selling for the same reason. Tight economy, huge debt. You need to just buy things from countries in debt. Just wanted to let you know. They'll renounce the rights to the Kingdom of Dionysus too. You know how hard it is to say that without laughing, don't you?" Yeah, I did.
"Oh hell. Why not," I said. "Who knows what we'll find on this island." Yeah, I didn't say more. That was our rule still. Not on the phone.
Which is why I had to go find Amy and tell her that I bought another country. Or made our country bigger. I don't know. Can you be the king of two countries? I found her, but she was, um, busy with Elias. Did we ever actually introduce Elias, other than as the chef and nutritionist? Tall, at about 6'5", thin, and stunning. Former member of the Greek national basketball team (oh, yeah, he was on my intramural team), with big tender hands and an incredible skill with a thin 8-inch cock. Yeah, I loved his cock. Long enough to hit all the right places, but thin enough to not stretch me out too much. Amy clearly agreed, as he was fucking her in the ass. I just sat on the bed and watched until they were done. Oh, he finished with a facial. No, not her. Me. Amy licked it off, which is what we both expected. Elias smiled and said he had to go make dinner.
Our life.
We got in the shower together and I thought that was a good place to tell her. Maybe she couldn't quite hear me.
"I bought another country today. Sota found it. It's off Africa and has better weather in the summer," I said, over the sound of the shower.
"OK," said Amy. "I'm sure it's nice. When can we go see it?" Well, that went better than I expected.
"Yes it did," said Amy. OK, sometimes I'd like to think to myself.
"Never going to happen," said Amy. Yeah, I know. I think we should go see it this afternoon.
"OK," said Amy. Yeah, I hadn't spoken any of that. We dried off and then told Nadal, the afternoon nanny, that we needed to run an errand, and would be gone for a while, maybe overnight. She cheerfully agreed, knowing that Duarte would be in later. Nadal is a Spanish beauty, although she prefers Catalan. Tall, almost 5'10", with delicious C cup breasts and just the right curves. I know Amy enjoyed her. I did too. Duarte is Portuguese, a little swarthy and stocky, and only 5'9". They're hilarious together, and dating. He is equipped with a nice 7-inch thick cock, which all of us enjoy. OK, a slight diversion there.
We took an actual Jeep to the airport. A little far for the carts. One of the space planes was gone -- I have no idea where, but we just grabbed the HPlane. We did the preflight and hopped in. Who would have every thought that Amy and I would be the pilots of a hypersonic plane? Yeah, I was the copilot. No real surprise there. I know I talk about how Amy is in charge and she is, but honestly I have a lot going on and it doesn't bother me. Buying countries and shit.
I put the coordinates in the autopilot and we took off. It was a couple thousand miles, which was less than a half hour. We overflew the runway, to check it out, and it looked fine. There was a harbor near the airport with the funniest looking ship docked. Do we own another Navy?
We landed and pulled up to a large hanger. Even bigger than on Dionysus. I wonder what the hell I bought? We'd seen a pretty extensive road system, particularly along the beaches, with a bridge between the islands. We'd need someone to inspect stuff, but, oh yeah, we're buying it. In fact, we already had, contingent on our approval. No way for them to back out now! We got out and were walking towards the hanger when a Jeep screeched up with a scraggly looking guy in it.
"Who the hell are you?" he asked, in Spanish. At least we'd both learned Spanish. We explained the situation and he laughed.
"Seriously? Bought the whole thing? Well, I guess I'm your subject now. I live here. I wonder if anyone even remembered I did. They've been paying me for seven years, so I guess at least the computer still knows I'm here," he said. "Oh, my manners. My name is Kasen. I'm the island caretaker. An engineer by trade, a fixer by responsibility. You'll find everything in tip-top condition. I certainly would have cleaned up and shaved had I known you were coming. I, of course, know who you are, your majesties. Do I bow or something?" We both laughed.
"That won't be necessary," said Amy, laughing. "It is a pleasure to meet you."
"Oh, I know you by reputation," said Kasen. "Although Jase is very discreet and has never admitted anything, I can just tell by the adoration in his and Ileana's voice."
"You know them?" I asked.
"Sure. Ileana and I were both assigned to NATO in Brussels for a while. We became very close. Very, very close. Do I need to be more clear?" he said.
"Oh, no," I said. "We understand and look forward to getting to know you better. For now, though, can you give us the tour?"
"Of course!" he said. "Is the deal done?"
"Yes," I said. "We have an out on inspection, but they don't. I can't imagine we'd take it. By the way, what is that weird ship?"
"That's the Príncipe de Asturias. It's an aircraft carrier. Do you know when the crews will be coming to take that and all the other equipment?" asked Kasen.
"They won't," I said. "Everything here is ours. The contract is very specific. Everything on or docked at the islands belongs to us."
"Um, that has to be a mistake. It has to be," said Kasen.
"Why?" asked Amy.
"Well, for one, you own an aircraft carrier, complete with twelve Harrier attack jets, six Sea King helicopters, and two Bell 212 helicopters. With a hell of a lot of missiles," said Kasen.
"Well, we already have a warship with Exocets that Greece sold us. And a couple of F-16V fighters," said Amy. "We have a Minister of the Navy and our daughter is the Minister of Defense. She's 13, but doing a good job." Kasen laughed.
"Oh, I've heard all about your incredible kids," said Kasen. "I hope to get to know them MUCH better." Was he saying what I think he was saying? We'll just let that work itself out.
"Doesn't feel like that one ship is that big a deal," I said. I'd looked it up on my phone and it was pretty old. In fact, Wikipedia thought it had been decommissioned.
"Well, you also apparently own two Airbus A400M Transport aircraft, oh and one big ass Super Puma helicopter. Oh, and a half dozen F/A-18s. This was a pretty well-equipped base prior to their basically abandoning it. But then again you flew in on what I know is the only Hypersonic plane, so you already own some cool shit. That's not even mentioning the four tanks and the Patriot missile array. Although, to be honest, the Patriot feels a bit much, as do the tanks. But none of that is important," he said. "Come with me."
We hopped into his Jeep and he said it would be a bit of a drive. After what I'd guess was ten or fifteen miles, we'd climbed fairly high up the small mountain. He took an overgrown side road and we drove in a good mile or more. Finally he stopped.
"It's a little hike, but simple. Follow me," he said. We walked for about a half mile and he led us into a cave, holding a flashlight. OK, that's weird. There was what appeared to be the door of a bank vault, blocking us from going any farther into the cave.
"This is why I asked the question," he said. He pulled out a key and then keyed in a complex password on a keyboard. Then an iris scanner read his eye and finally the door opened with a hiss.
"Climate controlled. All discreetly solar powered," he said. He left the door open and we walked in. He hit a light switch and some pretty bright lights came on.
Illuminating what appeared to be pallet after pallet of gold ingots.
"These are 400 Troy ounce gold bars. Each bar is worth roughly $500K US dollars. There are 42 bars on a pallet, or roughly $20M per pallet. The pallets are small," he said.
"How many pallets are there?" asked Amy.
"425," said Kasen. "By my rough math, over $8B US."
"I don't get it. How could they have sold us these islands and not known this was here?" I asked.
"Well, that's a story, now isn't it," said Kasen. "Everything here came from the Gulf War. It was transported here. It came officially, including the gold, but that was over 25 years ago. I'm guessing all those that knew retired. If it was ever legitimate."
"What the hell do we do?" asked Amy. I didn't know, but this was getting ridiculous. Hell, even our journal entries were unbelievable.
"I don't know, but I don't think we do anything other than lock it right back up and keep it between the three of us," I said. "You're an honest man, Kasen. Once you know we bought the islands, you could have quietly stolen all of this." He gave us a big smile.
"Yes, I could have, and even I thought about it, but right is right. I just don't know what is right. Do we return it? It's yours, legally, and I know damn well they'd blow it on something stupid like another aircraft carrier," said Kasen. "I know what you do with your charitable work. You've given away over $30B of your fortune. I think the likelihood of good is better with you."
Oh, if only he knew that the $30B hadn't touched it. We all agreed to just table it for now. We walked out and he started to lock the door.
"Oh, I forgot the jewels," he said.
"Jewels?" Amy asked.
"Yes. I have no idea what they're worth, but suspect more than the gold. No diamonds, but I think those were stolen. Sapphires, emeralds, and rubies, based on the colors. Six large trash cans full. Literally, full trash cans," said Kasen.
"Oh boy," said Amy. "This is weird as fuck. Let's get one of each and then let's leave it for now. How do we get access to the vault?"
"I don't think you do, except for me," said Kasen. "To get anyone else added, we'd have to go back the Spanish authorities. I don't think I'd do that."
It felt a little like stealing, but we'd figure it out. It could do some good for the world. Hell, we don't need or want it. He's right about the government, though. If it didn't go to something stupid, it would go in their pockets. You know it would. I was now walking around with a large sapphire, emerald, and ruby in my pocket. Sure.
We took the Jeep back and he asked if we'd like lunch. Sounded good to us, and we followed him into a small bungalow. It was quite nice and clearly masculine. I don't know how he did it. Seven years! Amy must have thought the same thing.
"How in the world did you survive seven years?" asked Amy.
"Oh, it's not that bad. You actually caught me on a week I was here. I'm here one, and over in Tenerife for three. It's actually an incredibly sweet gig. I'm paid for all four weeks, but only really work for one of them," he said. "I can't believe it. I lie on the beach for three weeks a month."
"Well, we demand more effort," said Amy, in her commanding voice. Oh, it's a little scary. But she couldn't hold it and started laughing.
"Listen, we don't know what we're going to do with this place," said Amy. "Let's just keep the same deal. What do they pay you?" It seemed laughably low, so Amy gave him a shit ton more money. He couldn't stop grinning.
"We might need you here more, if we start construction on things, but there would be people around. We're very careful about who we hire and the primary people will be our kind of people. Fun, you know. Diverse, but fun," said Amy. Kasen couldn't stop smiling.
"Oh, I love diversity," he said. "You know, before we finish the conversation and I take you to explore, would you like to celebrate your purchase? Christen the islands if you will?" We do like christening things. So we did. Oh, Kasen had skills. Outstanding skills, including stamina. Four times. Four! I guess being alone on an island will do that to you.
As we were lying in bed, post-coital, Amy asked a few more question.
"How do you get back and forth?" asked Amy.
"Oh, I take one of helicopters. They all need to be exercised and maintained. In fact, that's most of what I do. Play with the toys. Sometimes I take a tank and blow shit up."
"Oh, Leslie will love you," said Amy. He clearly knew who Leslie was, because his cock jumped. Seriously? After four times? We let that slide.
"She likes to blow things up. About once a month she blows something up. With a tank. With an F-16. She just learned how to fire a missile off our navy ship. Missed a bit, but luckily didn't blow up anything important. Taught her a lesson though," I said.
"So you're a pilot? What else can you fly?" asked Amy.
"Oh, everything here. The F/A-18, the Harriers, the transports, all the helicopters. The ship has actually been modernized, so I even take it for rides. I admit, I find that hilarious," said Kasen.
"OK, cool," said Amy. "Work out with whoever you need to that you can still land and everything in Tenerife. Negotiated for the benefit of the kingdom. They love that shit. We'll get you a diplomatic passport. Do the islands have a name?"
"Sure," said Kasen. "They're the Vino Islands. The north island is covered with wild grapevines. At one point there was discussion of commercializing them. They did some tests and the wine was supposedly amazing, but they couldn't figure out shipping. I suspect now they could, but it kind of died on the vine." Yeah, we laughed.
"Oh my," said Amy. She pulled out her phone and texted. I'm confident it was Antonio.
"We going to get him?" I asked.
"You are," said Amy. "Kasen can continue to show me around. OK?" Sure, sure. Whatever Amy wants. I suspect she was going to try to coax a fifth time, and knowing her skills, she'd succeed. I'll pass her the pen.
We went back to his little house. No, I didn't get a sixth time, although that would have been fun. When Antonio and Bob got back, we were sound asleep. Hey, we were tired. I woke up when Antonio said hi. Oh, not with his voice. When he slid his nice hard cock in. As it turns out, Kasen DID have one more in him. But not for me. For Antonio, who does suck cock awfully well. Antonio was nice enough to kiss it to me. When Antonio filled me up, Kasen showed me HIS cleanup skills and yes, kissed it to me.
I still crave cum. I think I always will.
Now that we were all properly awake, we piled into a helicopter. This time we took the Super Puma. Yeah, we had one in Austin, but ours sure was nicer. These webbed seats suck. We're clearly going to have to get ALL of these refurbished. We landed in an open spot in the middle of grapes as far as you could see. Once we were on the ground, we could see they were not wild, but had been properly planted on grape arbors. I don't know much, but it sure was pretty.
"Kasen, these helicopters suck. Can you find a company that will refurbish them all into VIP transports? They'll need to paint them in the Dinoysus livery too," I said.
"Sure. I can take them all on the carrier," said Kasen.
"No, that's too slow. We'll have Jenny work with you," said Bob. "The 475 can hold them three at a time and get you anywhere a hell of a lot faster. You'll need to do the same thing for the planes too. Just the paint job. I don't think we need an executive Harrier, although that is tempting."
We got back on board and flew and flew and it was still grapes.
"How big is the area with grapes?" asked Antonio, through his headset.
"It's really big. I'd guess about 30 kilometers by 60 kilometers," said Kasen. Bob was working furiously on his phone.
"Good God. That's about 450,000 acres," said Bob.
"Well, I don't know acres, but it is big. It's divided into dozens of different grapes. I have the maps. May even be more than that. As I recall, the maps reference as many as 100 different types of grapes," said Kasen.
"I thought this was an urban legend," muttered Antonio. We landed back at Kasen's and went and sat at his kitchen table. Kasen handed Antonio the map.
"There has always been a story, lore if you will, about an island off Africa that had been planted with the best grapes in the world, and then forgotten," said Antonio. "The story got told and retold and embellished, but nothing lived up to the reality. It was a government project, but no one knew which government, done in the middle of the 19th century. The records were rumored to have been lost."
"Yeah, they probably were. I sure never mentioned it to anyone. I found them in a dusty briefcase when I moved into this little house. I doubt anybody but me has flown over that island in years. Decades probably," said Kasen. "But are they OK? No one has tended to them at all."
"They looked wonderful from what little I saw. If this map is accurate, there are at least 40 variations that were wiped completely out by a grape blight in the late 1860s. It decimated vineyards world-wide and these grapes were lost to history. If these really are those grapes, and we can test them to ensure they are, we could make wines at virtually any price. Just to make that clear, let's compare to your Oregon winery. They made 5,000 outstanding cases a year, from less than two acres. Think about that. Two acres. We can't even build a large enough winery to process these grapes. Let's do the math. If I have it right, these grapes could create close to 200 million cases a year. That's about 7% of the entire wine production in the world. We won't do that, as it would affect the market, but 50 million wouldn't.
He sat at the table, using the calculator app on his phone and a pad and pen for a minute.
"Let's just say that these are all high-end wines, which is a safe bet. If you could produce the volume of grapes I think you can, and we can conservatively expect $100 profit per bottle sold, and all we do is provide the grapes, then your annual profit, that's profit, not revenue, would be over $20B. More likely, your profit will be more than $1,000 a bottle.
We all looked at him. Stunned.
"Oh hell. Factor it down by ten and it is still over $2B a year. How many countries are you going to have to buy?" said Antonio.
"My God. Bob, we've got to close this deal," I said.
"Already done," said Bob. "Already done."
"We've got to go slow," said Antonio. "But that's complicated by the fact that you have hundreds of thousands of acres that need to be harvested right now. I'll have to think on this. I'd suggest we use the map and harvest in the order of value. Go get Ellen and Marjory. Go get Adam and Tina. Go get Gan. We need them all. Just for a few days. I don't know where we'll sleep, but we need to figure that out."
"Oh, that's easy," said Bob. "We'll park the BFP here. Plan on everyone being here tomorrow. Let's work it from the plane. Let's go back to Robertville for tonight. In fact, let's go now. I'll text Tom and Jess to bring the BFP as soon as they can. No, scratch that. Let me call Meg. Amai's busy on something else. Meg's in Florida, so she can be our central point of contact. The BFP is there right now.
With that, we piled into the Jeep and headed to the plane. When we got there, Kasen just sat in the Jeep.
"What are you waiting for?" I asked. "Get on board." He just smiled and followed us on. We got back to Dionysus a half hour later.
Tom and Jess would be on Vino before we got back. Meg was coming along to be our coordinator on-site. She was also fun. Leslie was off to pick up Stella and would go straight to Vino, in the HPlane, since it had bedrooms too. She'd be there first. Morgan and Sophia were off to pick up Gan, in Thailand, and come around the world to Vino. Orlando was off to pick up Ellen and Marjory, in another space plane. They'd all meet up in Vino. We'd go back in the morning in the third space plane. Short hop, but it made sense for Leslie to get there with bedrooms first.
Yeah, thank goodness for Meg. It's not like I would have figured all this out. Oh, I know. I make fun of myself, but I know better. I started all this. I know I did. Oh, I don't mean the countries. I mean the code I wrote in college. It's how we got here. I'm proud of everything I've done.
Anyway. Enough of that. I called Lia and asked her if we could meet. Remember? I still had three gemstones in my pocket. We never did introduce Lia's family, since the last time she was in the journal, Amy went into labor and we never had that dinner. I'm sure someone did, but we didn't. Lia is the geologist and not just any geologist. She is world-renowned in her field. Her husband is Carl. Tall, German Carl. If you didn't know him, you would think he was mean as hell. Not only is he a big guy, but he has the worst resting bitch face I've ever seen. He always looks like he is scowling. That's hilarious, because he is the sweetest guy on the planet and a stay-at-home Dad for their three kids, 13-year-old Jerry, 9-year-old Mallory, and 2-year-old Raina. One boy and two girls. He's also the number one volunteer at Robertville School.
The entire family was great fun. Not Raina, in that way, but she sure was a cutie. Our kids are almost one, so they have fun when Raina comes over. She treats them like living dolls. Oh, and Chloe and Ben's daughter Jana is right between them in age.
Now Jerry and Mallory are an entirely different story. Talented young people, in every way imaginable. I'll tell stories one of these days, but for right now, I was at Lia's house, in her home office.
"We need your advice again. We realize gemstones are not your specialty, but we didn't know anyone else we could trust," I said. With that, I pulled out the three gems and laid them on her desk. She opened her desk drawer and pulled out a magnifier. She studied each gem carefully and for quite some time.
"I'm no expert at all, but these are the highest quality stones I've ever seen. They're all roughly three carats. Let's say $15K each, with the emerald maybe reaching $25-30K. At this quality, though, I'd say I'm low. $50K total perhaps. Nice find. Are these for Amy?" she said.
"Not exactly," I said. "I purchased a piece of property and these were included," I said.
"Well that's a nice win. $50K unexpected," she said.
"Well, I brought these as a sample as they were small enough to easily carry. There are more, quite a few more, and I'd guess most of them are at least ten times larger," I said.
"Ten times? Seriously? 30 carat gemstones? Those would be worth a fortune. Easily $100-200K each," said Lia. "How many do you have? Are we talking five? Ten? More?"
"I could only see the ones on the top. They're just dumped in a trash can. There are two trash cans full. Each. You know, the big 55-gallon trash cans," I said.
"Wait, no. You're saying you have 300 gallons of gemstones larger than this?" said Lia. "How much larger?"
"Well, I don't know, because I could only see the top layer, but about this big," I said, showing with my fingers.
"At least 20 carats. Let me do some math," she said. She used her calculator app and I could tell was converting that to volume, then to liters than to quantity.
"Very, very rough, but anywhere from $30B to $50B," she said. "Unless there are some larger, and then the sky is the limit. Are you seriously telling me you bought property with $50B in gemstones that no one knew about?"
"Yeah plus another $30B or so in gold ingots," I said. In for a penny.
"Can I see them?" she asked.
"Sure. Can you come with us tomorrow?" I asked. "We'll bring you home tomorrow night." She agreed to be at our house at 8AM. She started to hand the gems back to me.
"Keep them. Payment for your trouble," I said. She started to argue, but then smiled and put them in her desk.
"I guess you can afford it," she said.
"You have no idea," I said. Since we were done, we went out and said hi to her family.
It had been a long day, so I just watched Jerry and Mallory together. No, that's not fair. I watched them together while Carl pounded me. Too bad Amy wasn't here. There was a lot of cum. I had to be her surrogate and swallow it all. I do like cum too, but don't get much anymore.
We landed and had quite a fleet on Vino. The BFP was parked near the hanger, with the ramp down. Common sense said everyone was on board and common sense won. We took the elevator up and, oh yes, they were on board and having quite a bit of fun.
We'll just leave it that Kasen got to have a lot of fun and matched yesterday's total. Remember when he mentioned he'd followed the kids? Well, he knew them better now. He really liked Leslie. Oh, he liked Hunter too.
Well, that was pleasant. I want take a nap, but we have work to do. Antonio gathered us in the living room and even made us, gasp, wear clothes.
"OK, here's the deal," said Antonio. "A little wine history lesson for the novices. The rest of us know, and you are going to be a bit stunned. In the late 19th century, a pest invaded the French wine industry, oddly enough riding on vines from America. This pest, phylloxera, almost wiped out wine, world-wide. It spread and spread, but attacked vines in different regions differently. The solution was to take hardy American root stock, and graft on flavorful French vines, and those from other regions. Virtually the entire French wine industry is grown, today, on American root stock. A very very tiny number of small vineyards were spared, and their wines command a huge premium. Worse, the blight was not completely eradicated, so the risk remains.
"Except here. What I observed, just yesterday, was some of the most famous strains of wine, gathered from around the world, and it was clear they were grown on original root stock. No grafts. Not only that, there were strains believed to have been lost. We'll show those not familiar how to tell, and what to look for in a healthy vine. What I want to do is spread out and check the root stock and the vine health in every marked sector. Each represents a simple amazing grape. What I think we'll find is healthy vines. This climate is incredible and many of these vines have been growing unfettered for well over a hundred years. I have no idea who imported and planted them, but these islands have been an urban legend for 70 years."
"We should be able to move pretty fast, as we have a number of helicopter pilots with us. We also have a lot of helicopters. I've copied the maps and each of you have a sector. We will split up into seven teams, each led by an actual vintner. Teams are splitting up. Stella and I will be separate. So will Tina and Adam. We have seven vintners. Our pilots are Kasen, Orlando, Leslie, Chris, Morgan, Bob, and Amy. Sophia can either join one of the teams, or she can be the eighth team, with Meg. She has the knowledge to both check the plants and fly the helicopter."
Sophia and Meg quickly agreed.
"It should only take a few minutes to check each location. Let's say 15 minutes, including travel time. We have eight teams. Let's everyone do their first eight locations and meet back here in two hours. Some will get back early. No radio communications about this at all. No discussion except in person."
With that, we all left in our helicopters. I was paired up with Tina and Hunter. If only we had time. Hee hee. We all did our preflights and took off. Our sectors were at the far end, but we chewed up the distance and landed at our first location. Tina showed me exactly what we were looking for and it was easy to see. As she put it:
"These are the healthiest vines I have ever seen. In fact, I've never seen a vine that wasn't grafted. Try one of these grapes," she said, handing me a grape. My God, it was like no grape I'd ever tasted. We flew to our seven remaining locations and the results were the same. Amazing vines. Amazing grapes. We flew back and were the last to land.
Apparently it was break time. We got on board and everyone was taking off their clothes. Suddenly Chris climbed up on the coffee table.
"Attention all, attention all," said Chris. "I declare a gangbang. I repeat, I declare a gangbang."
Morgan hopped up next to her.
"A gangbang has been declared," she shouted.
Everyone in the room except Kasen and Lia cheered. They looked at me with raised eyebrows.
"A gangbang has been declared," I said, in my most formal king voice. Suddenly Orlando hopped up.
"Newcomers!" he shouted. Everyone but Lia and Kasen replied loudly "Newcomers!".
By then, everyone was forming two lines. The men on the left and the women on the right. Orlando and Morgan walked back and moved Kasen and Lia to the front of their respective line. Chris was on her back, on a towel, naked, at the front of both lines. She pointed at Lia, and then pointed at her own pussy. Lia got the hint. Oh, she was naked by then too. Lia got down in a position to lick Chris, lying between her knees.
The crowd all yelled "69, 69, 69" until, well, she spun around into a 69. They were both clearly hot as neither one of them lasted, and Lia squirted all over Chris' face. The entire crowd yelled "Squirter win!". Lia got to her feet, a bit shaky, which was understandable. Amy pulled her to the side and explained that squirting was valued and that the person that caused the squirter to squirt could carve anyone out of the crowd to have fun, then get back into the front of the line. Anyone. Male or female.
Meanwhile, Chris must have pointed at Kasen, because he was between her legs just pounding away. He must have gotten instructions, as he pulled out and just covered Chris from face to pussy with a huge load. Or he just liked to cum on young women. He moved out of the way and Orlando steered him to the back of the line. Yes, eyebrows up.
Grace was next in the women's line and dove right in. She licked and kissed and licked and kissed until all the cum was gone. Then she made her way down and got Chris off with her tongue.
This went on and on and on.
Orlando, then Morgan
Hunter, then Hallie
Antonio, then Stella
Adam, then Tina
Me, Amy
Gan, Sophia
Noah
I think that was everyone.
Then we were back to Kasen and Lia. We explained that if they wanted, they could do round two, but that cum was not licked up in round two. Everyone did a round two, and by the end, Chris was covered with cum. Every square inch.
We all gathered around because we knew that Chris was going to declare the 'cum cleaner'. The person with the honor of cleaning her up. It was really considered an honor. Hell, all that cum. Chris was playing the crowd. We all expected her to pick Noah. Noah expected her to pick Noah.
She didn't pick Noah.
She picked me. Awww. How sweet.
Oh, we did find time to take Lia to see the gemstones. She revised her estimate up by almost $100B.
Karma be thy name.
Morgan here. We're getting settled in at school. It's hard work but a lot of fun. Yeah, yeah, I'm telling an old story, but I guess I never told it.
I got a weird call about a month into the semester. The person said they were trying to reach me for Danny Boyle. The name didn't mean anything to me and I told them that. I thought it was a crank call, until she said that Steven had given her the number. Really Steven is handing out my number now? She explained that Danny was the director of the next James Bond movie. Seriously? What's he want me to be, the villain?
As it turns out, he did. Me? Little ol'me? I'm freaking 16. What the hell, I took the call. He was pretty impassioned about us meeting, even when I told him that the meeting would have to be at our home in Oxfordshire, as I didn't have time at the moment to come into London. I suggested he come for dinner tonight and gave him the address. I told Poppy we were having a dinner guest and found Sophia and told her the story. I'm not sure how I feel about the fact that she had trouble stopping laughing. Oh, and I had met him, briefly.
"You? A villain? Yeah, I guess I can see it," said Sophia, between laughs. We had class that afternoon, so made it back just as he was arriving. He didn't even appear surprised that we were driving a Chiron. He appeared enthralled with Sophia, but then again, who isn't? Oh yeah, he'd met her too.
We chatted for a bit and I offered him his choice of wines. We had to go through the whole thing about expensive wines again. He seemed to know me as an actor, but didn't understand our family. Although the Chiron didn't surprise him. Who knows. Finally we sat down to dinner which was a nice English dinner of Toad in a hole. Just Google it, but, as with every single meal that Poppy prepares, it was outstanding.
"This is my favorite meal. How did you know?" asked Danny. Poppy to the rescue.
"So let's cut to the chase. I'm just a college kid. Why would you want me for this part?" I asked.
"Well I've seen your work and you have a passion that is incredible. I've also seen you lighthearted in the movie with the crazy young woman, although I only saw a few scenes. Not exactly my genre. I need a woman with your passion. The part also calls for the character to be able to race a Formula 1 car, fly a helicopter, and pilot a jet. While we can certainly use stunt doubles, we understand you can do all those things and competently handle a variety of boats too," he said. "It is also a James Bond movie so the fact that you are beautiful is pretty much a requirement too," he said.
"That she is," said Sophia, with a smile.
"Yeah right. Not compared to you," I said. "I know I'm pretty but damn girl look in a mirror."
Ok we all laughed at that one.
Danny was giving Sophia a funny look. Clearly we both noticed it. She just raised her eyebrows.
"Have you ever considered acting Sophia?" asked Danny. She laughed.
"Only in high school," she said. "Although my Juliet got rave reviews." I'll bet it did.
"Would you consider doing a screen test with another actor?" said Danny. "I think I have the perfect part for you." We pushed him on the part and he dug his heels and wouldn't say. He just laughed and said it was best if it was more spontaneous.
"Which brings us back to me, in a weird way," I said. "You're aware of the process I use? That my whole family uses. That was used in both our Oscar winning movie and the teen romp? It is pretty different." He admitted he was not and I explained it to him.
"That can't be! I saw the movie and was in the audience on Broadway twice. The play was the reason I wanted you. It was spectacular. I admit I noticed dialogue changes but you did the movie and all those shows with no script? No rehearsal? And Steven agreed?" he said.
"For the TV drama, it was his idea," I said.
"That too! That was fucking live!" he said. I just smiled.
"Yes, it was," I said.
"I don't get it at all. The trust in that TV movie between the actors must have been incredible. I wasn't familiar with them but the actors that played the parents were amazing. And the scene of the two young women on the street corner was daunting," he said. "Just amazing."
"You do realize those were the girls from the movie and play," I said.
"No way. Just no way. They were so different. Wow they are powerful actresses. All of you in the movie were," he said. "You all outshone Harrison and that was clearly OK with him. You looked as close as siblings."
Sophia and I burst out laughing.
"Oh boy. Whoever briefed you isn't very good at their job," said Sophia. "They're are siblings. Morgan, Orlando, and Leslie are biological siblings and Chris is their adoptive sister. The parents in the TV drama are the adoptive parents of all four," said Sophia.
He just sat there for a bit and then started laughing.
"I guess we were just moving too fast. All my cards on the table. We had both parts cast. They fell through at the last minute because, frankly, they sucked. Shooting starts soon. I put the word out in my network and of the 12 people that responded, 10 suggested Morgan. I have huge respect for them all. I went back to the other two and mentioned your name and they both apologized and agreed you were a better choice," he said. "But is it true that you can drive an F1 car, fly a helicopter, and pilot a jet?" My turn to laugh. It was still early and light out so I did the only thing I could do.
"Let's do this. We can do two of them right now. Let's fly over to Silverstone. I keep a few cars there and we can have the track tonight," I said. "I'll take you for a ride on the track." He looked like a kid about to enter the candy store. I didn't mention that we could have the track tonight because I'd recently bought it. Well, those fees were high. It is funny that I have a long-term lease on a garage I am now leasing from myself.
We hopped into the helicopter and flew over to the track. We went into the garage and I handed him a fire suit. I think he realized we were pretty serious. He was looking around, probably for a place to change but when he turned back, Sophia were already in our undies pulling on our suits. Yeah we are not bra wearers either. He just smiled and stripped to his boxers and pulled his on too. Hey actors aren't bashful, right? Although I think our rank on this scale of beauty might have gone up a notch or two.
As we walked out, the paramedics pulled up and got out and said hi.
Danny just raised his eyebrows and we explained that it was required at the speeds we would be driving. I think that it was starting to sink in.
I led him over to the Lamborghini Asterion. Not in production yet but I was testing it for them. A plug in hybrid. Sort of a new take on the Porsche 918. Brutally fast.
"This is an Asterion," said Danny. "I thought this was just a concept car. I drive an Aventador," he said.
"We could take that if you prefer," I said. "We have an SVJ right over there." I pointed at it. He agreed the Asterion was a fine choice.
"What are you driving Sophia?" I said.
"Choices, choices. I think I'll take the F5," she said.
You have a Venom F5?" said Danny. Well he knew his cars. We walked into the next garage and flipped on the lights. The selection was pretty fucking amazing. Sophia climbed into the F5 and I moved a couple cars so she could get out. I moved our Veyron Supersport and then used the tug to move my F1 ride. I'd been testing some minor changes.
"Why is there a Mercedes F1 car in your garage?" he said. Boy he was uninformed.
"We will explain after," said Sophia. With that she pulled out and we got in the Asterion. Sophia took off and was going to be the rabbit.
We did a warm up lap to get the engines up to temp and then we were on it. Sophia's driving has really improved. She had decided that if I was going to be over here a lot, she might as well have fun too. The cars were pretty evenly matched. She had more power and I had just a little more skill. Danny screamed. A lot. Let's hope he didn't wet himself. It's hard on the leather. We did ten laps and then pulled in.
"My God you both must do this movie. There is a scene where you chase each other through a small town in similar cars. It would be so much better without stunt drivers," he said. "So now, why is there an F1 car?" Sophia handed him her phone. No idea what was on it, but suspect the SI article. He patiently read the whole thing.
"Damn. Just damn. Your family. You. You're all amazing. Powerful young women, and your brother too," said Danny. "But if my math is right, you're 16 years old. Is that right?" I admitted that yes, it was right.
"And Steven knows that. Of course he knows that," said Danny. "I'll bet all of the people that recommended you know that. Well, it will cause a few issues in your work hours, but damn, that was fun. I thought I was going to wet myself." Good thing you didn't.
"Why don't we head into London tonight. We could fly from here. We will have your car delivered Danny," said Sophia. "I checked and it is free." Cool. Danny was learning to roll with it and just climbed on board.
We flew to London and landed on the house. Daniel knew we were coming so welcomed us on the roof.
"Welcome!" said Daniel. "It has been too long given how close you are."
"You could come see us any time," said Sophia and Daniel agreed he could and promised to come next week. Oh goody.
Danny turned to us and finally asked.
"This is your house too? Helicopters, jets, all those cars, access to the track," he said. "What the hell?"
"Well the track was easy since I own it," I said with a smile. I guess that didn't help. I explained that my last name was different than my parents and shared who they were. Yeah the light bulb went on.
"Oh. Guess you don't need the job, do you?" he said with a laugh. "I'd better get home. It's a bit of a hike." Yeah no. We flew him to his house. He had a nice house with plenty of room to land. Two kids came running out and he mentioned they were his grandkids. Damn. 8 and 9. Down girl. Boy and a girl, and the girl was older. They were both clearly excited that their granddad had arrived home by helicopter. Then they saw me and stopped dead in their tracks.
"My god," said the girl. "You're. You're Morgan. We saw you on stage. It was amazing." Well, maybe Bond would draw a younger crowd.
We headed back to the house and to Daniel. It was late, but, well, Daniel.
Well fuck. That's Daniel Craig. Too cool. We did introductions and Daniel turned to Danny -- yeah, that must be confusing.
"She was flying?" he said and Danny nodded. He looked back at us both.
"Yes, Danny, I think you've made an outstanding choice. Morgan, welcome to the team. I have no doubt you'll be a dastardly villain," said Daniel. "Sophia, let's all head in. We have some lines to read, but I already have a good feeling about this." Wait, what? Sophia looked at me with a bit of surprise. Yeah, girl, you're running lines with James Bond. We got inside to a full crew and camera.
"What's the part we're talking about?" said Sophia. Daniel turned to Danny, who just grinned.
"Why, my co-star, of course," said Daniel. "The Bond girl." Yep. That was my guess to. Sophia just smiled. I was impressed, she just rolled with it. She told me later she assumed she'd never get the part.
"You're in the scene too, Morgan," said Daniel. "Your chemistry with Sophia is critical. There needs to be an undercurrent of sparks." We both laughed and explained that there were every single night. I think he blushed. He started to hand us scripts and Sophia beat me to it.
"No scripts. Just describe the scene," said Sophia. Daniel balked and Danny explained. He laughed and agreed to try it. He described the scene, with some detail. Finally we got into position and someone yelled action and actually did one of those clapper boards. Hilarious.
We ran the scene and it was a solid 20-minute scene. No breaks, very smooth. I thought it was good, but maybe not quite great, as we didn't know each other yet. Finally Danny yelled cut and the entire crew broke out into an ovation. Well, I guess maybe it was OK.
"That as simply amazing," said Daniel. "I've memorized the script, but just went with your direction and this was vastly better. No more than even that. It was superb."
"Well, I thought it was OK," I said. "It will improve once we know each other better. As much as I hate it, we might have to do each scene twice." Everyone broke out into laughter.
"Wait, you were serious, weren't you?" said Daniel. "I saw your movie. Multiple times. How many times did you do each scene?"
"Once. In order," I said. "We've done it 29 times. Once for the movie and 28 times on Broadway." I know, you've read this before, but it still shocks people. Not sure why. Works for us. Someone else walked up.
"Wait, I saw your teen movies and it was hilarious and scary. Really well done and she did deserve the Oscar," he said. "Was that improv too? Tell me it was. Please tell me." So we told him.
"You know we haven't agreed to do the movie," I said. "We're full-time students at Oxford. I don't see how it is possible." Danny and Daniel huddled.
"Let's do this. The way these shoots usually run, we do at least a half dozen shots of every scene, sometimes more. The complex scenes require incredible setup, because of the stunt doubles. Both of those things are not true for this movie, if you do it. We're fine with improv with the scenes with you three, but the other actors might not agree. Regardless, I think we can do all the scenes involving you two over a series of weekends. In fact, the first scene is shot at Oxford and the chase scene is through Oxfordshire. We just have to arrange for cars and we're having trouble finding anything interesting," said Danny. "Unless you just want to use some of yours. It would be fantastic to roll everything I saw through the movie." He explained last night to Daniel, who gave us a surprised look. Danny explained who my Dad was. Light bulbs went on throughout the room.
"Let's shoot the chase tomorrow," I said. "Why wait?" They said they'd love to, but their permit was for the following weekend. I held up a finger and texted the mayor. We're close now. We're the single biggest taxpayer in the county, by far. He immediately replied that tomorrow was fine.
"All arranged," I said. "Tomorrow OK with everyone?" I turned to Danny and Daniel.
"Do you want to come up tonight? We can fly up? Oh, and be sure to bring your grandkids. They'd really enjoy the day and they're welcome. We have to be up early for the shoot anyway. Can't close town too long."
Danny quickly agreed and Daniel demurred, saying he'd drive down tomorrow morning. I was surprised he was even coming, as he wasn't in the shoot, and I asked.
"Are you kidding? I wouldn't miss it for the world," he said.
This is where you're expecting a wild night with the grandkids, but no, just a nice evening, make S'mores in the fireplace. Everybody loves S'mores. Even Danny. We did put them in the main house, for privacy.
Not for them. For us. We had a nice night with Poppy and Alfie. A very nice night. We wore him out. Right before we went to bed I got a text from Chris that she, Leslie, and Orlando were on their way over with Luca and Elena and would arrive by 8. They were flying overnight. Luca was even getting some hours. That's amazing. We told them that we had something we needed to do tomorrow, but they could absolutely join us. Pretty sure they'll be excited to find out I'm a villain. Pretty sure they won't even be surprised Sophia is a Bond girl.
Oh, and I guess we both carry guns in the movie, so we have lots to learn. I talked Alfie to quickly build us a shooting range and to find a way to get us both handguns. He said he didn't think that was possible, so I texted Kyrsten to see if she could intervene. She promised she would pull some strings on Monday and see what she could do.
Did ya catch that? I texted the President. Yeah, I got her digits. OK, I didn't pull that off, did I? But she would help. I'll jump ahead a bit, as she did solve the problem, but said she could only do it for two months and only on our property. She'd designated our property as a US Consulate, on a temporary basis and had arranged that firearms would be delivered and then faithfully picked up at the end of the time period. We told Danny and he was stunned. Yeah, well. In the end, we ended up being damn good marksman, er markswomen. Whatever. We were able to be natural in the movie. I'll bring it back now though. Tonight was fun. Yeah.
Denny finally couldn't hold off and asked why they were calling Sophia Mom. He got the short version and it seemed to clear things up, but I am sure it was weird. You know that word. His grandkids and Luca and Elena had taken off to do a tour of the airplane and when they finally came back down the ramp, they were all flushed. Of course they were. Damn Luca. Speedy. We flew back to town and landed in the town square as Danny decided having the helicopter in the shoot would look great. We agreed to just use ours, which saved him both time and money.
"Too bad you don't have a G650. Then we'd be all set," he said. We all laughed.
"You can use mine," said Luca. "For that matter, Morgan's is at the airport."
"What do you mean yours," said Daniel. Yes he'd joined us.
"Elena and I liked to come visit Mom, so Morgan's mom bought me a G650 as a present. I'm certified now. I flew the 747 in today, as I'm close to certifying it too," said Luca. This shit never gets old.
Danny pulled out a map and showed us the route we were supposed to take through town. It was about a 3-mile ride. Cars couldn't keep us with us, so they had stationary cameras at key places. We'd talked about what cars to drive and decided on the McLaren Senna that I had just bought. Bright Orange. I'm the villain, so I got that. Sophia got the new Jaguar F-Type R. I didn't own one, so had one delivered. On Sunday. No problem. I would have gone with an Aston Martin, but that was for Bond, James Bond.
They setup a camera looking over my shoulder, to watch the speedometer. I think we were going to surprise them. Given we had the helicopter, the new plan was that Sophia would chase me through town, taking shots at me, but I would pull ahead far enough to get to the helicopter and take off. Piece of cake. That's the beauty of improv. Who needs scripts?
Sophia and I made several laps of the route, at a normal speed, to get a feel for it. It was pretty straightforward. No tough corners. Some nice fast straights. Well designed for the photography. Danny's stunt coordinator walked through the speeds he had anticipated for his stunt team before we stepped in.
Yeah no. Good grief, that would be boring. We asked how the cameras worked and were told they were automated and would get the shot regardless of our speed. He actually lectured us that he could add the illusion of speed if we were too slow for the intended effect.
Yes we managed not to laugh.
For example, he had us at 100 kph on the long straight. Tee hee. Tee fucking hee.
Danny suggested we do a few laps at speed and then they would film it. We confirmed this was all digital so we suggested he have the cameras running on the first lap. We would do five. He agreed to film them all.
100 kph. Snicker.
They had one camera setup to shoot right into the front of the helicopter to show it was me flying it.
The shot started when I came around the first corner, right at our favorite restaurant, at speed.
Hope their cameras were set wide enough. It was going to be one amazing drift. For both of us. Danny yelled action and they used that silly clapper. We were on it. I came around that first corner hot and slid sideways about 25 feet before it bit. I was still sliding when Sophia came around.
Oh she slid. Both of us caught at almost the same time which had to look amazing. We shot down the long straight. I'm glad they had the dash cam because I broke 200 kph before I hit the brakes. The rest of the course was just as insane. At one point I have to shoot at her. I did it mid-slide. Window down, slide, shoot. As I came up to the helicopter I put it into a slide and spun 180 degrees. I timed it to stop right by the helicopter and came out shooting. It was right hand drive so I came out right at the helicopter and jumped in and fired it up.
I did not count on Sophia's commitment to improvisation. I was 30 feet off the ground when the door opened and she rolled inside. I had no clue what they would do with that but I kept flying towards the horizon. Danny came through the radio and told us the shot was over and to come back.
I'd completely forgotten we were supposed to do several laps before the climactic helicopter scene. I'll bet he was pissed. I landed and we got out and Danny and Daniel were dancing with each other. Seriously. Holding hands, dancing around. The entire crew was cheering and laughing. Did we miss some ritual? They broke their dance and ran over and hugged us both, talking over each other and laughing.
"That was amazing," said Daniel.
"Best stunt in the history of film. We got Sophia making the leap and climbing in with one shot. It is perfect and so clear it wasn't CGI. What the fuck were you thinking?" said Danny. She just smiled and shrugged her shoulders. Danny called it a wrap and suggested that he, Daniel, and both our families go watch the shot at our house. Fine with us. Sophia and I headed towards our cars.
"Wait," said Daniel. "Who's going to fly the helicopter?"
"I will," said Elena, who headed towards it, with Danny's grandkids. He just stared until it took off.
"Your family is weird," said Danny. You don't know the half of it. I texted Poppy that we'd have a big crowd for lunch and she replied that she'd be ready with steaks to go on the grill. Yum. We got there pretty quickly, given we were just a few miles from town. Ruby wasn't back yet, and texted me that she was taking the kids for a ride. I told Danny so he wouldn't panic.
"Sure, sure, that little girl is taking the kids for a helicopter ride. How old is she?" he asked.
"7," replied Sophia. I think Danny almost passed out. He kept muttering 7, over and over. Luckily it was a short ride, because Elena landed just a few minutes later. Danny's grandkids came running out and insisting they wanted to take helicopter flying lessons. Yeah, that happens around our family.
Danny asked how to hook up his laptop to our TV and I showed him how to just cast to it. He fired up the video and was surprised how good the quality was, until I told him it was an 8K TV.
"Of course it is," he said, shaking his head.
We all watched while he ran through the footage that had been quickly edited. Holy fuck it was exciting. You really believed we were shooting at each other, and when Sophia jumped onto the helicopter skid, just as I was taking off, wearing fucking high heels, it was amazing. The wind blew her skirt around, and you got just a flash of her ass in nice panties. Yeah, that worked too. She rolled through the door and you saw the helicopter fly away.
"I have no idea what to do now," said Danny. "But I'm using that shot. We'll have to figure something out. It's too amazing to not use."
"Yeah, and my ass looks great too," said Sophia. Yeah, that broke everybody up and I think all the guys got hard. Luca did. I hope no one noticed. Oh. Danny's granddaughter did. Interesting, so did Danny's grandson. I guess I wasn't surprised that the four little ones disappeared for a while. They eventually all came back in swim suits, and hopped in the pool. Oh, his granddaughter and Elena were topless. I think everyone enjoyed that. I know I did.
The rest of us sat by the pool and watched them swim. Eventually Leslie, Chris, and Orlando got in too, but at least they wore tops. Disappointed me a little, but hey, I understood. Later. We'll have fun later. We got to talking and Danny lamented that he still didn't have a theme song and needed an artist that could write something special. Danny's granddaughter overheard us.
"Grandpa, ask Orlando if he and Grace would do it," she said. "They're amazing together and she's an incredible song writer." Danny turned to me.
"I know your brother is an actor, but he's a musician too?" said Danny. "And who is Grace?"
"Even I know the answer to that one," said Daniel. "Grace VanderWaal. An amazing young woman and, yes, they are both successful musicians. The would be simply amazing." I know you read that in James Bonds' voice. I did, and I wrote it. I called Orlando over and asked him where Grace was.
"Funny you should ask. She's in London. I've got a date with her tomorrow night," said Orlando. "She just texted me and she's free when she didn't expect. I was thinking about going and getting her." I just nodded and he went inside. A few minutes later, the helicopter took off.
"He flies it too?" asked Daniel.
"We all do," I said. He just nodded in that James Bond way. We chatted about how to incorporate the scene into the movie. Since Sophia and I had never read the script, we couldn't add that much, but came up with a ridiculous premise without knowing. They both started laughing and agreed it would be perfect. Well, good then. Finally, after not that long, Orlando was back, with Grace. We did the introductions. I think Daniel was surprised she wasn't more, you know, teenage-girl-like, but stars are pretty normal to all of us now, Grace included. Danny got right to it.
"Grace, my granddaughter tells me that you and Orlando would be the perfect pair to write and perform the theme song for our movie," said Danny. Grace smiled, but didn't react that strongly.
"We might," said Grace. "It's actually an area where I've played around with songs. Give me broad strokes of the plot." Danny and Daniel combined to do so, and Grace wasn't even surprised at Morgan and my involvement. Danny called her out on that.
"So you knew that Morgan and Sophia were in the movie?" said Danny.
"No. Orlando just mentioned he had something he wanted to talk about," said Grace. "I was kind of hoping he meant he was going to propose." That got a laugh from Danny and Daniel, but not me, and definitely not Orlando. He actually slipped inside the house of a minute. When he came out, there was something in his pocket and I knew damn well what that shape was. A small box. Maybe an inch and a half on each side. Figured it out yet? He waited patiently while the conversation continued.
"OK, that was helpful. You guys keep chatting and give Orlando and me a few minutes," said Grace. She turned to say something to Orlando, just as he took a knee.
"Grace, I never want to disappoint you again. This might not be the most romantic setting or time, but I want to be with you forever, and I promise that every day I will make your day better. Will you marry me?" said Orlando. He opened the box and there was a fucking beautiful engagement ring in it. Big, but not huge. Maybe a carat and a half. Stunning. I'm not sure her response would make it in the Romance hall of fame though.
"You fucking idiot, of course I will. Now get up here and give me a kiss," said Grace. So he did. To the cheers of everyone, except Danny and Daniel, who just looked confused. Even Danny's grandkids were cheering. His granddaughter jumped in.
"About time you dork. You should have asked her months ago," she said. Yeah, he should have. Daniel turned to me.
"Aren't they like 14 years old," he said, quietly.
"Yep. So? Didn't you just see him go pick her up in my helicopter?" I asked. "We're not normal, in any way."
"No, no you're not," said Daniel. He didn't even hide the leer.
The rest of the story isn't that exciting, but you get the point. The movie opened to the largest opening of a Bond movie ever. There was even talk that the next Bond should be a woman and that Sophia was the obvious choice.
I agree, of course, but who knows.