27 December 2018

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Tim Buchanan

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The block party

I get that we're unusual. Different. Crazy. I get it. This only works because Bob and Amy started an entire country that recognizes that kids can accomplish more than adults thought they could. Remember how Gabe mentioned that he'd already been declared an adult? Well me too. Chronological age is fucking meaningless. I know 25-year-olds that are incredibly immature and live with their parents. Can we declare them children? But here, we're not children. Here we can do more and we're expected to act appropriately.

And we do. Our visit to Athens was eye-opening.

Oh I'm still in school, but working well beyond my grade level. I'll graduate from high school soon. Gabe already has. Yeah, I'm 7. So what.

I know I love Gabe and he loves me. We live together now and we couldn't be happier.

OK, Emelia, Talmai, Tavi, and Reina don't exactly hurt. Gabe is teaching Tavi and I'm teaching Reina. They're quick studies and really learning. We have daily lessons. Usually one or both of them fall asleep in our bed too. We don't mind. Even Emelia has commented on their progress. She measures Tavi's progress in her orgasms. No man is going to match what Gabe can do for her, except maybe Orlando, but Tavi and even Talmai are improving. Gabe and Orlando should open a training facility. It would be very popular. There would be no shortage of volunteer girls to help. Hell, I'd sign up. Oh, but I meant we were tutoring them in school. They're incredibly smart and just needed to be challenged.

OK, I guess I'm not focusing very well either. Sex is on my mind. Maybe it is because Reina is between my legs licking me. Do you think that could have something to do with it?

Anyway, this entry is about our block party. We'd have a big party where the whole extended family would fly in, but we thought we'd do just our little street first. I am sure you remember our place is a small peninsula. Well, that means it is at the end of a cul-de-sac on a short street. There are three houses on one side of the street and two on the other, not including ours. Emelia said that she thought they could all be fun, but they hadn't lived her long and had barely met any of them. It turns out all these houses had just been completed in the last month, so everyone was new to everyone.

So today, Saturday, we're having a little party. Seven families, if you count our house as two, and I guess we do. Sofia planned it for us. Jackson still lived in the US, but Sofia had moved here. They still worked together, but Sofia was really busy planning events. She squeezed ours in. Now don't get her confused with Juan's wife. They were the caretakers in Florida. This Sofia hasn't been in a lot of the stories (and yes, I've read them all), but was Jackson's assistant. Early twenties, an Emo look, 5'4" (163 cm) or so, thin, really thin, with pert B cup breasts. How do I know they're pert? Because this morning before setup for the party, I got to watch Gabe lick and suck on them before he fucked her. I can't wait until I'm nine.

All five families had accepted the invitation. We were low-key at this first event, so we were going to wear, well, clothes. Swim suits actually. I'm seven, so I was just wearing my tankini bottoms. It's not like I had anything to cover up. Neon yellow, don't you know? Gabe had a matching colored Speedo. Yes, we're that fucking cute together.

The families started arriving. Since they'll probably be in a lot of our journal entries, I'll run through the list as they arrive. Probably boring, but I can tell you, my impression is that boring won't last. Remember, every single resident of Dionysus played or at least was comfortable with play or they wouldn't live here. It turns out that this was a bit of a defense enclave, as three of the families had someone in the force. That's OK with us. Keeps us safe. Gabe was in the reserves and still trained, so we had one of the hypersonic fighters parked at our house, next to our matching helicopters. Yes, two. Amy had bought me one as a house-warming gift. She's so sweet. No I mean literally, she tastes really sweet, at least according to Gabe.

The first family to arrive were actually our closest neighbors. Alea was a fighter pilot and her husband Sargon was a stay-at-home dad. She hadn't made it to the hypersonic planes yet, but flew one of the F-35s. They were Iranian and smoking hot. He was tall and regal and she was medium height and, well, sexy, with nice C cup breasts. I knew about her breasts as she arrived in just bikini bottoms. I liked her already. I could tell Gabe did too. Sargon was in board shorts without a shirt and I fucking liked it too.

They had three kids, who they brought along. This woman, with that body, had three kids? Wow. They had a baby Mitra, who was just turning one. They had a son, Denne, who was six, and proudly told me his seventh birthday was in two weeks and I had to come. Or cum. I'm not sure which he meant. I guess we'd see in two weeks. Their last child was Pari. Pari was 9, going on 19. Sexy as hell, with little breast bumps and big nipples that seemed to always be hard. She just had bikini bottoms on too.

We greeted them at the door and there was a little confusion when they asked to see our parents. This was just a block party, so none of our parents were invited. We were establishing ourselves. They finally realized we were the couple that owned the house. Let me tell you, Pari was freaked out. I suggested maybe Gabe and I could give her a tour later and she calmed right down. I noticed a little wet spot formed on her bikini. Mine too.

The second family was from down the block and were Hispanic. They'd moved here from Mexico City. That was interesting. He was also in the defense force and flew one of the Harriers. He was training to move up to one of the Eurofighters. He was about 5'9", thin, and had some tats. Kind of sexy. Oh, he was Thomas. His wife was Lucia and fucking adorable. She was small, maybe 5'1" (155 cm) and curvy. Not heavy, just voluptuous, with nice D cup breasts, which were huge on her small body. She too was topless. I liked this trend. She spent a lot of time looking at my nipples while Thomas spent a lot of time looking at Gabe's cock, so they were going to be extra fun. They brought their two kids. The youngest was Julieta, who was 7. We quickly figured out that our birthdays were only three days apart. She was excited that I would be in her class, but I had to explain that I was in high school. She took a little bit to convince that this was my house and that I was engaged to Gabe. Yeah, Dionysus could be a touch confusing. Their other child was their son Pablo, who was 13 and he and Gabe did the same dance on birthdays. There was more confusion, as he was going into sixth grade and was confused that Gabe had graduated. It took a bit of explaining to all four of them that Dionysus schools were at a different level. They seemed like bright kids, which was encouraging. Julieta was adorable in her little bikini bottoms with quite a camel toe. Pablo was in last year's Speedo and proud of it. White. Slightly see-thru. Nice cock, given it looked like about five inches, soft. I'd have to check that out.

"So I am confused," said Thomas. "Did your other guests come in the helicopters? Would someone have flown their F-61 to the party?"

"Not exactly," said Gabe. "The two helicopters are ours. Carlina and I both fly. The F-61 is mine. I'm in the reserves, so keep it here in case of an emergency."

"You fly a helicopter?" said Julieta, to me. "For real?"

"Yes. I'd be happy to take you for a ride. Things are different here. Kids do a lot," I said, and left it at that. I did notice that Thomas' cock kept bouncing. Yum.

"You're in the reserves, and fly an F-61?" said Thomas. Better get to the heart of this.

"Are you familiar with the attack on Dionysus?" Gabe asked, and they both said they were. "The pilot that was shot down in the F-16 was my sister Ruby. She's 11. Things are just different here. I can fly just about anything, including a 747, the hypersonic fighter and even a space plane. Carlina and I are engaged and the party is in our house. We realize this is confusing and maybe even overwhelming, but I assure you it will be amazing for your family. Two years ago I was an average kid in third grade in Florida. Now I am not average, anywhere in the world except here. This is normal."

They all looked shocked. Julieta broke the tension by reaching out with one hand and cupping my pussy and with the other grabbing Gabe's cock. That's an ice breaker. I returned the favor by leaning over and licking her nipple. We all laughed and they went into the party so we could greet the next family.

Which is why Gabe greeted the next family with a very visible, very hard erection. Oh they noticed. They liked it.

The next couple was Eli and Jennifer. Americans, which surprised me a little, particularly given our, um, interests. My experience was they're a prudish bunch. Well, maybe not all of them. Like Gabe. And Bob and Amy. Oh, you get the idea. They were Midwestern cute. Eli looked like an ex-high school football player, aged ten years, but still in great shape. Jennifer could have likely still fit in her cheerleaders' outfit, complete with her perky little B cup breasts. Which were on display. She was wearing a thong and only a thong. He was wearing a banana hammock. You know what I mean.

Their kids, on the other hand, were just naked. The glory that God gave them, so to speak. Now you're probably thinking little kids, but oh no. Well, sort of. Their youngest was a 9-year-old girl, Maisy and cute as a button, but starting to develop. You know, not quite puffies, not quite just nipples. I know that Gabe liked them. I can't wait until I'm there. Their other kids were 11-year-old boys. Pretty damn developed 11-year-old boys. Good shape, nice cocks. Identical cocks, or so they looked. I'd have to find out. It was interesting, as Dan's cock was erect and a nice five-inch cut cock. Don's cock was not, and still a decent three-incher. Dan and Don. You can't get more American than that. Dad was an EMT and Mom was a firefighter. Nice to have on the block. I whispered in Dan's ear that maybe we could fuck later and now they were both hard. We all giggled, including their parents.

Two more families to go and they came together. Could they be more different? The first family was Asian and the second family was Black. I was going to assume something like Japan and Ethiopia, but no, they all moved from Atlanta and knew each other there. Best of friends and I probably should have underlined best.

The hilarious thing, at least to me, was that they had very American names. The first couple were Bo and Belle. Seriously. Bo and Belle. You know you imagined some southern red neck, not two attractive, well-educated Asians. Both doctors. He was an orthopedic surgeon and she was an OB/Gyn. Good to have nearby too. Although I'm years from having a period, let alone a baby. Their kids were adorable as hell. Three of them. One baby girl named Ivy, just a year old. Two older kids. A 7-year-old boy named Grady who was clearly horny. He was a groper. They also had a 10-year-old girl named Dixie. Yes, Dixie. Weird AF. Dixie was porcelain doll beautiful with small breasts, probably AAA and flawless skin and we could see a lot of it, given she was in a small thong. Damn. They were going to be fun.

I was going to be wet all day.

The last family was just as stunning. Both parents were tall, thin, and well, regal. Maybe I overuse that, but it is a way you carry yourself. The dad, Zeke, was around six feet of muscle. Not over muscled, just strong. The mom, Lynn, was almost as tall and had incredible C cup breasts that defied gravity. They had three kids, 7, 9, and 11. Nicely spaced. Boy, girl, boy. Even the youngest was almost as tall as Gabe. They were smart too, as the they were all working at least two grades above their level. Oh, they were Jeff, Melanie, and Tyrell. So sweet. I kind of lusted after Melanie and I think it was mutual.

Oh, both Zeki and Lynn worked for the defense force, but the part that was more the police force. Not much to do on Dionysus so the job was very education focused. They said they loved it.

All the families were new to Dionysus in the last three weeks! It was growing so fast we couldn't meet everyone like we did at the beginning. Well, Gabe. I was one of the people he met!

The party was going strong and everyone was having a great time. We had bounce houses going, because hey, we were kids too. We had a scuba instructor giving lessons in the pool. We had the waverunners going. It was a blast. The barbeque grill was fired up and burgers and dogs and chicken were coming off. Gabe and I were chatting with Bo and Dixie, trying not to laugh at their names. Dixie was being, um, friendly, which we were fine with. Finally she leaned over and gave Gabe one hell of a kiss. I heard Bo moan. Just then I heard the unmistakable sound of a helicopter. Oh good, our surprise guests could make it. I'll let Gabe take over here.

Surprise! It's the King and Queen

They walked over and as they approached, Amy cocked her head, just a bit. I smiled and nodded. Oh, you know what she was asking, now don't you? They walked up and Amy gave me the most amazing kiss you've ever seen. Bob leaned down and gave a more chaste kiss to Carlina. I know the rules frustrated her. Oh, everyone noticed, for sure, not just that we had gotten kisses from the King and Queen, but that we had gotten them. Us. Then they smiled at each other and went up another notch. I got a kiss from Bob. With tongue. And a little bit of cock groping.

They stepped back and worked the crowd, meeting every single person and remembering their name. They were amazing at it. For such a nerd, Bob had some social skills. Amy was, well, Amy. Oh, did I mention that Bob worked the crowd while carrying Carlina. She's little but still, just walking around not even reacting to the weight was impressive. Of course, given he was shirtless, it was pretty easy to see his fucking amazing abs. I worked out, but not to that point. Must work harder.

Amy introduced herself and made a subtle move for a kiss from everyone. Everyone. Oh, none of them were stupid. They all kissed her. Some a peck, but most with some passion. Some with tongue. Tyrell won the prize though, because during his kiss, he squeezed Amy's breast with one hand, and rubbed her pussy through her suit with the other. She returned the favor and rubbed his cock, much to the delight of his parents. When she stood back up, there was a clear wet spot on her suit. This party was going somewhere.

But you don't want to hear about that, do you? Oh, you do. I'll pass the pen back to Carlina.

Grady wins the prize

So Tyrell was the first kid from the family that Amy kissed. She moved to Melanie next. Yeah, Gabe lusted after Melanie and I could see why. When Amy kissed her, Melanie pulled Amy's suit just a little to the side and slid a finger in her. Yes, Melanie was fingering Amy, in front of the entire crowd. I looked around and all the cocks in sight were hard, including Gabe's. Being me, I reached over and pulled Gabe's suit down and let it drop to the ground and gently started jacking him off. That set off a chain reaction and suits hit the ground. Boys, girls, men, women. Cocks and pussies everywhere. By then, Amy had moved to 9-year-old Grady. He saw where things were going and pulled both strings on Amy's suit. Oh, you know what happened. Amy's suit fell to the ground, followed by Amy herself. He pushed her a bit and she got the hint and got up on her knees. He slid right in! Yes, 9-year-old Grady was fucking the damn Queen, outside, with a big audience.

Little Maisy slid under Amy and started licking her and Tyrell. Amy returned the favor and spread Maisy's little lips and started licking her clit. We all got closer and in a short time Tyrell pulled out and gave Maisy a facial while also covering Amy's pussy with cum. It was too much for several of the guys and cum started flying, all over the three on the ground.

Of course, no one knew the kingdom rules yet, so Gabe and I called cleanup. I cleaned up Maisy and he cleaned up Amy. Yeah, we did. We kept waving people over and kissing them a mouthful of cum. There was a lot of cum.

Denne, Pari, Julietta, Pablo, and more got a mouthful of cum from me. No one refused or backed off. They all liked getting a cum filled kiss. I liked our neighbors. I was actually on my knees, so I wiggled my ass. I wondered who would take the hint.

Ah, Pablo did. It was wonderful.

Boeing Bill and Cessna Bob

Well, we wanted their first time in space to be memorable, didn't we? It was a bit of a fight, as a lot of people wanted to go. We went with mostly known quantities. Gabe, Ruby, and Carlina were a lock.

So, two more, two more. Oh come on. You can't be surprised we brought Mom and Dad. Let's introduce the new kids to the best in the world. In space.

I have no idea why I thought of this, but Ruby does need a boyfriend. Or a girlfriend. Or both. Look at Leslie! Ruby's dabbled, but nobody has stuck. Yeah, yeah, she's 11, but still. I'll think about it some more. Maybe Gibor. He's the right age, really sweet, and has an incredible 7-inch (18 cm) thick cock. Oh shit. Now I'm dripping in my space suit again.

Focus, focus. It didn't take long to get to Seattle. We were picking up Bill and his three grandkids first. Two girls and a boy. Audrey, who was 11, Harper, who was 10, and Gavin, who was 9. Well spaced, those kids. We met them at the Boeing airport and they were the sweetest kids. Audrey and Harper almost looked like twins, but just a little difference in size. Oh, not height. Breasts. Audrey had small puffies, but nicely visible. Harper had nipple bumps. Not a big difference, tee hee, but noticeable. Really noticeable. They were in the official Dionysus uniform shirt. Thin, small camisole tops. You know. Cotton. Thin. Fairly see thru. Any thoughts that their parents didn't know what was going on flew right out the window, if they let them leave the house dressed like that. You see they were wearing little shorts. Tight little shorts. Commando tight little shorts. We could see everything. Hell, they were pulled right up and in. You know.

Gavin was just as cute. He was wearing a wife beater. Also too small. Also almost see thru, but it was his shorts that were speaking to me. He was in similar gymnastic shorts. Very tight. Very small. He was also, um, well-endowed. Seriously, this 9-year-old boy had at least a 4-inch (10 cm) cock and it wasn't hard. Yet. I stared a bit and he was clearly enjoying what he saw in me, because I saw it grow. And grow. Suddenly this little 9-year-old boy had a 6-inch long hard cock actually peeking out of his shorts. He wore it with pride.

Yeah, his parents knew.

We strapped them in after doing introductions and took off for Wichita. No space travel on this leg, just a hop. Quick.

We landed and picked up Bob and his two grandkids. 9-year-old twins. What's with all the twins? Leah and Levi. Cute names. Cute kids. They both were physically less mature than Bill's grandkids, but just as cute. Their parents sent them both in one-piece jumpers. Yeah, really. Terrycloth jumpers. His was pale blue. Hers was pale pink. Pretty sure they last wore them when they were 5. It can't have been that comfortable for Levi. Ball crushingly small.

Oh wait. He'd solved that problem. He'd pulled the outfit to the side and his entire cock and balls were just hanging there. His sister Leah noticed too and reached over, grabbed his cock, and readjusted his outfit to cover it.

Such a helpful sister.

Leslie and I were the pilots today, so we got everyone strapped in and took off. We told our friends to send them in one at a time to see the view from up front. We'd orbit a couple times so everybody got a turn. The door opened and Leah came in first. Rip, rip, rip. Yes, she had the socks on.

Only the socks. Well then. Fun time in space. Each kid came in one at a time and no, none of them had any clothes on. Gavin was particularly impressive as he came in hard. Damn. I couldn't resist and sucked him a bit. Wouldn't you? Damn if that little 9-year-old couldn't already cum. I couldn't let it fly around, so I had to swallow his load. Too bad, so sad.

Yeah, you know I liked it. Not even home yet and I already had a load in my belly. I'll pass the pen to Mom for a bit, since she's in the back.

Good thing I am horny!

Chris described them all, but not their sexual prowess. Audrey almost attacked me, in a good way, and had me going over and over so quickly. She moved suddenly and Gavin slid right in. Yeah, what Leslie didn't know was that it was his second load she got. I got the first, but Audrey understood cleanup. No kissing cum in space, so she had to swallow it. She didn't mind.

I looked over and Bob was fucking Harper. Hard. Ruby was taking it from Bob, with Leah helping out Ruby. Their Bob, not my Bob. I heard Ruby scream. Apparently you can hear screams in space. Levi fucking Carlina and clearly enjoying it.

Harper was upfront right now, but as soon as she came back, Audrey went up and Bob, our Bob, fucked her. Everybody got off at least twice, and then we headed down.

Space sex is fun. NASA was still interested. Maybe we wouldn't mention the kids.

Sex with Bob is an honor

With me. Damn. Not only have we won the money lottery, we won the sex lottery. Recently I was asked if I wanted to have an alert system to notify specific individuals that I wanted to have sex with them right now. They actually thought it was a good idea and assured me that anyone receiving the alert would drop everything and come over. They even mentioned that the school would certainly release students to come.

This is just ridiculous. I don't need an alert system. Do I?

OK, one of my favorite tangents. We had fun guests visiting, so you know what we did. We had a party. No, no, not a huge blowout. Just a dozen or so friends over for a fun night of Pictionary. Oh, we really did play Pictionary, but that was, you know, after.

After dessert. S'mores. Yes, we introduced the new kids to S'mores in a way they had never experienced them. One telling thing did happen.

"Oh I'm teaching this to Mom and Dad," said Harper. Guess that question was answered, at least for Bill.

After S'mores and Pictionary, the adults were wearing down, so we played a variation of the big/little game. We played the little/little game. As in we had the kids do live sex shows for us. It sounds bad writing it that way, but they weren't complaining.

We had our extended family over, and all four of ours decided to be kids, even Morgan. Sophia too. So did Hunter, Hallie, Rylee, and Grace. Fun to watch. Gabe and Carlina had brought Tavi and Reina. Cara, the head of our police force was there with her husband Cael, and their six, yes six, children. We'd gotten really close to them. H2 was right about Gilroy and Kaleigh. Oh, both Heathers were there too.

I could go through every pairing, but really? We did make one change, in that we didn't use plain old positions. Did you know there were 245 positions in the Kama Sutra? The kids pulled a number and we found that position for them. No, we weren't going to try to do all 245 tonight. Maybe this weekend.

Amy and I had made our way through the entire list. More than once. Just the two of us. We liked to teach others as well. There was actually a class now at the community center on positions of the Kama Sutra. Amy and I taught the class. It was pretty popular, so we recruited other teachers too. Sean and Gemma. Blake and Alison. Orlando and Grace.

Morgan and Sophia developed a list of the positions that could be accomplished with two women, either orally or with toys, and taught a lesbian version. That was so popular that H1 and H2 taught classes too, but they were still full, so Leslie and Chris taught a section and so did Rylee and Hallie.

The boy on boy class was popular too. Most positions worked just fine, you just, well, put it in a different hole. I don't think we'd introduced all our gay couples, so I'll do that soon. They were so fun. I'm flexible that way. Hell, we all are. Also oversubscribed, so Gabe and Orlando taught. So did Tom and Blake. Sometimes I took a session with, well, anyone. Jase and I did quite a few. Isaiah and I sometimes taught that one too. His cock.

Oh yeah, tangent. H2 had suggested a yoga class on a similar theme and was working on putting that together. I was on the signup list already.

Amy ended our night with a flourish. She put all our new kid guests' name in one bowl and I was going to pick one and she was going to pick one. Then we'd pick from the positions bowl. We'd end the night with the two of us putting on a show with someone. With permission, of course. No pressure on Dionysus.

She picked first and picked Gavin. That made her smile. It made him get hard. Their position was the diamond. You'll have to look it up, but basically she laid on her back and he slid forward. Her legs went on his shoulders as he slid in. It's quite comfortable and fun.

I picked Levi. Remember, I'm flexible that way, and from the grin on his face, he was too. He picked the crab, which is basically cowgirl, but he leans back more. Or I lean back. How did we decide that? Finally we realized that I would crush him if I was on top so he was.

He bounced like a maniac. He lifted off and took my load all the way up his chest to his face.

Fast learners, they are. Leah called cleanup. I got it all back, in a kiss.

Then I cheated and went down on her. Hey, I'm the King.

Gamma Gamma

Antonio and Stella were living on Vino now and it was clear they were deliriously happy. The entire island was growing up around them, as more and more people moved to support the winery and the build out and eventually opening of Gamma II. Hey, to go from staid Italy, where finding someone to play with had risks, to an island where you absolutely knew everyone was safe was a big change. Kasen made sure of it.

Oh, did anyone ever mention that Kasen was in charge of construction of Gamma II and would be the managing director once it was complete? A bit of a turnaround from the beach bum when Bob bought the place. That's not fair, as he was hard working and amazing, but he has really grown into the job. I spent a lot of time on Vino and he really is amazing. Oh, don't worry, I love Morgan, and always will, but, you know, cock. Most of the time Morgan is with me and those threesomes are powerful. She runs Hayden International but it is entirely virtual, so she can do it from anywhere.

So anyway, the biggest challenge in our wine business was a disconnect between the supply of grapes (large) and the capacity of our wineries (small). As fast as we'd grown capacity on Vino, the logistics were complicated. It was an island in the Atlantic, after all. Antonio and I had decided that it was, oddly, easier to move grapes than wine bottles, mostly because of taxes and tariffs. If we made the actual wine elsewhere, they'd be local even if the grapes were imported.

So, did we build wineries?

Nope. We bought them. We bought smaller high-end wineries with talented people that could grow them. The wine community, so to speak, was basically populated by freaks and we liked that. We set a criteria that you had to be cool with our lifestyles, but that you didn't have to play. Jackson's network had grown, as our impact on Dionysus and Vino had. Friends of friends grew the network. You just knew it was going to eventually get out, but Dionysus' impact on the world economy and its place in the world power structure had gotten to the point where it might not matter. Orlando had moved into the Foreign Minister role, as originally planned, and Chris was the Prime Minister. Who else? I know Leslie was considering more outposts, meaning expanding the country to expand our defense presence. She was working directly with the US on sharing the world stage. Yep. All from Bob's buying an island on a whim.

Back on topic. I went on a world-wide buying spree, based on recommendations from Antonio, about the wine, and Jackson, about the owners. Morgan went with me on almost all the trips. We randomly picked two or three people to take with us. You know why. Usually kids, because, damn they were fun. Well, not kids, because they're almost all adults, but, well heck, you know. We had a lot more trips coming up, so I thought I'd share with the journal and let you ride along, so to speak.

Bucharest?

Our first trip was to Bucharest. You know, in Romania. OK, maybe you didn't know, but this is one of the better known places we went, at least to Westerners. Bucharest was fascinating. We allowed time to sightsee. Why not? We're fucking rich. Oh, sorry, sometimes I'm proud to be part of all of this and I get carried away. I did puff out my chest when I wrote that. Can you picture it?

Oh you want to know who is with us. Just three on this trip. Max, Martan, and Nan. Yeah, young'uns. It's funny, because whenever we asked, parents were all about their kids going with us. We made sure to do some education sightseeing in every location, but they all told us they saw Morgan and me as roles models. We think that's silly, but get their point, so we try to live up to that. We're a happy, committed couple, and that shines through. We're also sending a positive message about love versus sex. OK, that's a lab class, but it is an important message.

And let's be honest. Max, Martan, and Nan were incredibly brilliant, and so into everything we saw. All three were under 9, but we were cool with that. They're a lot of fun as young adults. Well kids. Oh shit, you get my point. They're young and brilliant.

We really did do the sights. The Ceausescu Mansion. The Stavropoleos Monastery. The Patriarchal Cathedral. The Art museum. The Natural history museum. We even went to the Palace of Parliament, since Morgan had a meeting with their Minister of Education about funding programs. Yes, we made the kids sit through the meeting. Made and sit through might not be the operative word. All three youngsters contributed to the conversation. OK, youngsters isn't the right word either. Still working on it. What was really fun was Nan. She was involved from the start of the conversation and Morgan just stopped talking. She saw how well Nan was doing and just let her run with it. They discussed options, made changes to the proposed program, and made decisions. Nan even added an audit process and she later shared that one of the men in the room was going to try to skim the donations and she would catch him. She even knew exactly who, and I had no doubt she was right. They finalized the agreement and one of the assistants drew up the agreement.

And Nan signed it. That threw them a bit, but we assured them that Nan's signature was entirely legal and enforceable. I am pretty sure Morgan is going to bring Nan along to a lot of these bigger meetings. We trust her intuition. Nan had a real future in education. I wouldn't be surprised to see her take a leadership role someday. She was also fun as hell.

The primary goal of this trip was to purchase a winery or two. Oh, we had another meeting at parliament about tax breaks, but come on, that was boring even to us. We went to the first winery and, of course we brought the kids along. Wine isn't an issue in Dionysus. Nothing is. Heck, I'll bet if weed was legal, we'd let the kids enjoy, although probably not smoke it. Hmm. I wonder what it takes to grow weed? Actually, weed probably is legal. It's not illegal. We have one law. No smoking indoors. Then again, I don't think we have a smoker in the country. Their guests, maybe.

Well, I suppose the age of consent and that whole process of adulthood was a law too. Up to two! Just being law-abiding. Nobody really owned guns, but many of our residents had armed fighter planes. Go big, you know.

Damn, a tangent.

We got to the first winery and did the tour. We knew the drill from Bob's journal posts, but luckily we were anonymous. Powerful or not, women were still overlooked most places. Just two lesbians with their three kids. With these three, it actually worked. If we brought along older kids, maybe not. Luckily we were impressed with their operation and, as critical, they treated us with respect and as a valued customer. That's sadly rare, particularly in some cultures. We got to chatting with Petru, who we knew was the owner and chief vintner. The quality of their wines was outstanding, and given we knew our grapes were better, it could be a good match. Their wines would slot in a touch lower than ours, but our cachet would still bring them up to the thousand dollar a bottle range.

During the conversation, Martan tugged on my shirt. When I looked down, he just raised his eyebrows. OK little dude, you want to run with it? I just smiled and gave him a small nod. Heck, most people would have thought he needed to pee.

"So Petru, we are aware of the negotiations to invest in your winery," said Martan. "Consider this the final inspection and it has been flawless. Not showing our hand there, just being honest. We value honesty. Are we free to close the deal here, or should we go somewhere private?" Oh, Petru won huge bonus points. He responded to Martan.

"We can speak here. We're in a private spot. Please go on," he said. To Martan!

"You're aware of our offer, but would like to sweeten the deal. In exchange for your committing to a minimum of a five-year contract, we're prepared to make a major investment in expanding your winery. We realize you're landlocked by other owners, so cannot expand tillable land, but we have something of value. Grapes. Vino grapes. I'm sure you're aware of the significance," said Martan. Given how high Petru's eyebrows went, he was well aware of Vino's grapes. I think he was having trouble speaking.

"How many grapes?" he croaked out.

"That depends on the pace at which you are able to expand your production facilities. We are willing to make that investment as well. As you are aware, our offer has a generous cash component, plus you retain 5% ownership. That would include the new investment and would include the profits from the wine produced with that investment. Our analysis says you should be able to build to a point where you can produce close to a million bottles a year. The vast majority would be from imported grapes, which would result in an average bottle price much higher than yours, meaning a commensurate increase in profitability. That's why it is so critical to us to lock you in. It's your insights and skills we're buying. We're prepared to move that 5% to 7% if you'll agree to ten years," said Martan. That boy had clearly been reading on the plane. He knew our proposal inside out, although the move to 7% for ten years was his addition and was brilliant. I didn't see any point in interrupting.

I was glad that Petru was holding on to the counter, since it sure looked like he was about to pass out. By now, he had figured out exactly who I was. People may not know my face, but mention Vino and they sure as hell know who Sophia is. Petru looked at me. I nodded. He returned to speaking to Martan.

"Can you receive all the government approvals to make this happen?" asked Petru. Great question.

"We did. Yesterday," said Martan. Yep, close to passing out again. Then Petru did something that surprised even Martan. He stuck his hand out for a handshake. To Martan. Martan shook and the deal was done. Oh there was paperwork, but that's a formality. Martan shook. It was done.

"Are we done with the business now?" said Max. "Because I have something to say, and didn't want to interrupt." We all agreed we were done. Max carefully looked around to ensure no one could hear him.

Oh. Good plan little guy.

"We're also happily aware of your family and their interests," said Max. Good wording buddy. Don't scare him off. "We have both Presidential Suites at the JW Marriott. We also have dinner reservations at Vacamuuu for our group plus your family at 1900. We thought we could have dinner and retire to our suites for some after dinner entertainment." We all hit him with killer smiles. For the first time, he directed a question at me.

"Does he mean what I sincerely hope he means?" asked Petru. Oh, Max answered.

"Oh yes, I do," said Max. Grins all around.

Did I mention this entire conversation was in Romanian? Sure, all five of us learned the language. We were visiting. Who wouldn't learn the language? We agreed to meet at the restaurant, which was within walking distance of our hotel. We had a few hours, and were worn out from being tourists, so we headed back to our suites. Honestly, we only needed one. It's not like we didn't all share a big bed, but appearances, don't you know. We weren't really up for a nap, so we found ways to entertain ourselves. Martan and Max were little frustrated though, because we made them save themselves for later. Men, so limited. We girls, no such limitation. So we suggested they take care of Nan. Repeatedly. We were coaching Nan to not scream when she cums. She did well. Six times was a lot of practice.

We got cleaned up and headed out. It was a gorgeous night, so Morgan, Nan, and I all rocked rompers. You know, the thin terry cloth one-piece shorts/tank outfits. Morgan's and mine were, um, strained. Nan didn't have anything up top to strain her outfit, but she was rocking a wonderful camel toe. I just wanted to eat her up. Ah well, not yet.

The boys were British dressed up. Shorts, dress shirts, suspenders. They rocked the outfits, for sure. We met in the bar and Petru introduced us to his family. His wife was Stela. Like Antonio's wife, but one L. She was strikingly beautiful. Tall, lush long dark hair, model figure topped with perky B cups. I knew they were perky because she was wearing a sheer blouse. A white sheer blouse.

Without a bra. I think I swooned. I know Nan did. Nan had Stela lean down for a hug and we all got the down blouse shot. Stela actually picked up Nan and hugged her to her bosom. That's when Nan swooned. It was all Nan could do to not latch on to one of those nipples. We could all tell she was tempted. Finally Stela put her down and Nan hugged their three kids, 12-year-old Cezar, 11-year-old Bogdan, and 9-year-old Delia. Ever the pushy one, Nan carefully checked before each hug and made sure her arm was trapped in the hug. Both Cezar and Bogdan were visibly hard after the hug, which means I am pretty confident Delia was wet. Petru wasn't missing out but focused his hugs on Morgan and me. Oh, you know I rubbed him. You just know I did.

We had a very pleasant dinner. They were a lot of fun, and knowing the language helped.

We had an even more pleasant dessert. I couldn't wait to invite them to Dionysus.

Bucharest, Budapest

We should have journaled that weekend. Wow. We welcomed him. Often.

Back to Hungary and before you ask, of course we learned Hungarian. The boys were not as adept, so they stuck with Greek or English, but Tegan, damn she was good at this. She was as fluent as we were.

It was just the five of us back at the hotel, but we found ways to stay entertained. Girls still outnumbered boys. Hmm.

We still found ways to have fun.

Are they?

We got in pretty early, so went straight to the winery. I was going to be a bit forward. You know, push a button or two. We arrived and did the tour, which was very well done. The tasting was even better. These wines were damn good. Our kind of good. We ended the tour in the sales room and I saw them both standing behind the counter. I knew from our research that they loved to meet people on the tour. Again, good marks. I took Sophia's hand and got one of her smiles. Melted my heart. I am so in love.

We walked over and I introduced myself and my wife Sophia. We hit them with our best smiles and got them in return. Then we introduced them to Kivin, Tyson, and Tegan, the kids of our very good friends. Yes, I stressed very good. We talked about what a great time the five of us were having. Given we knew they were Jackson OK, I suspect they got our drift, but were unsure. Just then Tegan walked up and looked at the four of us.

"Would you four stop flirting long enough to do some business?" said Tegan. Yeah, that got a shocked look then I caught a little move from Bela. She gently touched Teca's hand. It was subtle, but I noticed. Tegan wasn't done though. She knew they were cool too and clearly thought we were wasting time.

"So, do you girls just like girls, or would you enjoy Kivin and Tyson too?" said Tegan. Yeah, we'd have to discuss discretion with her. I did give her credit though. Our research showed that both women spoke Mandarin. The odds of there being any Mandarin speakers in the room were low, given there were no Asians in the room. Tegan was speaking Mandarin. It finally registered with them both that she wasn't speaking Hungarian or English, both of which would have worked too.

"You speak Mandarin?" asked Teca, in Hungarian.

"Sure," said Tegan, in English. That made them laugh.

"Can we close this deal and have dinner and some fun?" said Tegan. "I want to meet your kids." Blunt, she's blunt. Tegan looked at Sophia, who just nodded.

So Tegan switched to Hungarian and went through the entire deal structure. She must have talked to Martan, because she made the same offer of 7% for ten years.

"You are a remarkable young woman," said Teca. "Do you speak other languages? The coincidence of your only speaking the three we do seems high."

"I speak 14 other languages. Morgan, Sophia, and I learned Hungarian for this meeting," said Tegan. Of all the things Tegan said, THAT is the thing that got her a shocked look.

"How long have you been studying Hungarian?" asked Bela.

"Just a week but we all spoke Finnish, so it wasn't a big leap," said Tegan. Another shocked look.

"Fourteen!" said Bela. "How old are you?"

"Seven. But I got a late start compared to Nan. She's 4 and speaks as many as I do. I'm close on another half dozen. We're kind of running out of major languages," said Tegan. Both women looked at me and I just shrugged.

"Where are you from?" asked Teca.

"Dionysus," said Tegan. They gave each other a knowing look. Hmm. Another chink in our wall, I suspect.

"We have heard that the educational system is unusual and the kids move at a different pace," said Bela. "It seems like it might be true."

We did finalize the deal and all met for dinner at Onyx, another fine Budapest restaurant. Good food, good company. Teca had two kids, 14-year-old Abos and 11-year-old Fredek. Two boys. Bela had three kids, 15-year-old Markus, 11-year-old Duci, and 9-year-old Taber. Two boys and a girl. Well that evened the odds, a bit, cock-wise. Duci was a Hungarian Chris. You know exactly what I mean, don't you? They were all incredibly smart. I hated seeing kids held back by their schools, but we can't bring everyone to Dionysus.

Duci was just as bold as Tegan and they quickly bonded. They were quick, sarcastic, and funny. Finally we were done with dinner and the two girls stood up, holding hands.

"We're off to the hotel. Anyone else coming?" asked Duci.

Yes, yes we were.

It was an interesting night. The four adults if you want to call them that just sat around, drank some fine wine, and got to know each other. I think we knew that more would happen eventually, but we bonded as new friends first. That was cool. We'd have to have their family visit too. Maybe to Vino. I'd bet they'd love to see the grapes.

The kids? Well, they disappeared into the bedroom, so I don't know a lot. I can't even comment on cock length or cup size, which makes me laugh a little.

I'm confident they had fun.

What's a Moldova?

No, huh. Well were off to Chisinau, Moldova. Yeah we didn't know that much either. As a former Soviet satellite it wasn't as well known. The official language was Romanian. That was handy, since we already knew that one. So you're dying to know who we took with us, aren't you? Aren't you?

Adam, Alissa, and Arillia. 11, 9, and 9. The kids of Reed and Roya. Reed is the head of the Navy. Roya is the Medical director at the new Robertville Hospital. Yes, we have a hospital in Robertville. One on Eros too. How did we end up with these three? Why not? They're smart, fun, and, well, fun. Adam had done all the research and found us the best hotel, the Nobil, and arranged for a large suite. He'd found all the best sights to see. We went to Dendrarium park, the Catedrala Nasterea Domnului, the National Museum of Ethnography, and took a private tour that was incredible. It helped that all five of us spoke Romanian. Yes, the kids learned quickly. That was actually the basis of how the kids were being chosen (although Kivin and Tyson rode Tegan's coattails). Learn the language and you go into a lottery to come along. We're told it is a big incentive for language learning. We, um, enjoyed it too.

Damn we ate well too. Creme de la Creme. Popasul Dacilor. Vatra Neamului. We worked our way through a Top 10 list of restaurants.

Then we went winery shopping. Plural. This little country was a hotbed of wine. They were smaller and scattered, so we saw the countryside too. We hired a driver and made them day trips. The kids had fun. Why? Because we made sure we hired an understanding driver and a luxury motorcoach.

You know. With beds.

Poor Adam was probably going to be sore when he got home. Four girls. Just him. The girls had simply incredible talents though and loved to put on shows. We liked their shows. Adam liked their shows. Adam liked to be part of their shows.

We ended up closing deals for three different wineries. We were making progress! They were all near each other and not that far out from Chisinau. Some amazing kids too. This was still so hard, leaving kids to their crappy educational system.

This trip could have generated a dozen more journal entries, but you get the idea.

What's up Doc?

Which is why I am writing this from my brand-new house on, you guessed it, Dionysus. It's amazing how fast the community is growing. The larger community is on the far island, near the resorts, but I was more comfortable with the originals as we called them. The founders of the country, so to speak. So many amazing people. So was I opening my new counseling practice here?

Nope. At least not yet. Bob and Amy had appointed me the Minister of Labor. It was a quirky job. It involved hiring damn near everybody that was making our country grow. Oh, Eleanor was doing all the hiring for Gamma, and Alison was doing all the hiring for Beta. Did anyone ever mention that Alison had taken over Beta as soon as she graduated? Julia was still trying to fill the role for Alpha, although she had already offered the job, repeatedly, to a well-qualified candidate and he was being stubborn. Really stubborn. He'd come around, if for no other reason than it was causing unnecessary tension in their marriage. Oh, you already knew I meant Jesse, didn't you? He'd thrived running the construction of all three resorts and would have been happy building houses all over the islands, but Julia needed him. I think they were going to compromise. He would take the job and see if he liked it, with the promise that if he didn't, she'd find a replacement. Julia was officially the CEO of Dionysus Resorts now. I am so damned impressed. Given the opportunity, she just thrived. When I first met her, she was this meek little Hispanic mom. You know what I mean.

Not anymore. Julia is a powerful woman running a multi-billion-dollar business. The first resort is about to open, the other two are close, and the casino will be done soon too, but it will open if, and it is a big if, I can hire enough people to staff it. Oh, we're all interviewing. Julia, Eleanor, Alison, Jesse, me, and more. We've put a bounty on good hires, to the tune of $10K each. Recommend someone that is a good fit, and you know what I mean, and on their six-month anniversary, you automatically get the bonus in your pay. Given there are no taxes in Dionysus, that means the full $10K. Yeah, no taxes. Nothing. The resorts and wine were throwing off so much money that we didn't know what to do with it.

A very nice problem to have.

I had a career fair scheduled for this afternoon. Almost 1,000 candidates were coming to the island, with their families. Yes, we did interviews. Your kid was a little shit that wouldn't fit in? Sorry, you weren't hired. Your spouse was annoying? Sorry, no room on the island. We are all about chemistry. We held the fair at the resort on Prometheus, the middle island, which meant this first round was clothed. Round two, well, wasn't. Oh you're thinking that we can't ask those questions and interview the families, aren't you. Ha! This is Dionysus. We don't require anyone to do anything with which they are not comfortable, but, hey, if they want to play... That's where my education helps. We try to spot the signs of someone not wanting to do something. Our life is a huge draw. Big house, great wages.

Word had spread through an informal network about our community, but no one even got to an interview without a personal recommendation. Everyone knew that if your recommendation was a disaster, particularly for the community, then your family was likely gone too. We had too. Our non-disclosures were also incredibly strict.

Here's the problem we had. We already had a large community people on Eros. The infrastructure was strained, but our biggest problem was people. We needed everything. Teachers, retail workers, firefighters. You name it, there was an open job. Oh, construction. That was a huge one. We needed more houses. Now our houses were more modest over there, by our standards. 4,000 square feet on a half-acre was about the norm, but bigger if you had a big family. Right now, with the casino and all the other jobs, we needed at least 5,000 more people. 5,000! Even with spouses working, that was a solid 4,000 houses. Yeah, yeah, lots of numbers, but I needed to freaking hire them.

So I had taken over Alpha for two weeks. It was almost ready to open. Every available room was used to interview and the grounds were available for the kids to play during the process. We had everybody interviewing. Fifty concurrent interviewers. If you were an original, you could interview and over the two weeks, we asked that everyone help. Everyone. If you were uncomfortable being interviewed by a 7-year-old, then you wouldn't fit in. Of all the people interviewing, Pari signed up for the most shifts and let me tell you, if she hired you, you were a star. In fact, she wants to tell some interview stories about her first day. Passing the pen. I just love Pari. We all do!

They like me?

Pari here. My first journal entry and it is a serious one. Very serious.

Wow, they all love me? I'm nothing special, at least here. Kids flourish here. Look at me. Flourish.

Want me to say it in the other nineteen languages I know? Yeah, OK, bragging now. I do get a lot of practice though, since Elena and Ruby are my best friends and they speak the same nineteen.

So back to the interviews. Sure I signed up for a lot of shifts. Gotta pull me weight don't ya know. Heck, somehow I only managed to interview two people today. I needed to step it up. But you'll see why the first one took so long.

I really thought the first interview would go really well. The cutest damn family. Smoking hot dad, sexy as hell mom, and two kids that I'd do in a heartbeat. The oldest was a 12-year-old girl and the youngest was a 9-year-old boy. Yeah, I had their profiles, including pictures from their application form. I mean they were all hot. Now that's not a hiring criteria, as we welcome people of all shapes and sizes, but there is nothing to say I couldn't enjoy it.

The interview started off with the father not believing I was doing the interview. That's also where the interview ended.

"Little girl, where is the interviewer? Go fetch him," he said. Fetch him. Him?

"There is no need to fetch anyone," I said. "I'll be doing the interview. One thing you'll learn on Dionysus is that age expectations are different."

He laughed. Out loud. Laughed.

"This must be a joke. You're a child. A tiny child at that. Leave us alone and find the proper person," he said. Yeah, that was expected. I didn't even respond to him. I turned to his family.

"I am very sorry that your husband and father is unable to accept the realities of life here. It is a wonderful place and your freedoms and opportunities are spectacular. For example, I have an international driver's license and am also a certified pilot," I said. "I will graduate high school this year. Please accept my apologies that these will not be opportunities for you and your family. We do not give second chances for a first impression."

I turned to the father, who was about to explode. His face was so red I thought he was going to pass out.

"I have arranged for an escort for you and your family. You will be ferried back to Athens immediately. Thank you for your time," I said. Damned if he didn't come after me. Yeah, didn't work out so well for him. Martial arts is a bit of a craze here and I'm good at it. I had him on the floor, with his wrists zip tied in a heartbeat. Yes, I had cuff ties in my pocket, for just this circumstance. The door opened quickly, as all the interview rooms were on camera and security was quick, but I was quicker.

"Sir, we will be pressing charges. It is rare, but can still be done. We will escort your family home, but you're headed to jail for attempted assault," I said. With that, security escorted him out, leaving me with a stunned family to deal with.

"Kids, I need to talk to your mom for a few minutes, if that's OK. I'll have someone take you out to play. Would you like someone to take you on a boat ride or maybe on waverunners?" Yeah, that got them excited and they decided on waverunners. I waved at the camera and someone came right in. I asked them to take the kids out to a waverunner ride. We had all this setup, as we wanted the kids to enjoy the day too. The fact that the kids were more interested in the waverunners than their dad spoke volumes. I turned back to Mom.

"Listen. I'm sorry all that happened. I wanted to speak to you privately, because I am very concerned about you and your family. I want to know what you want us to do. I'm not going to make this decision for you," I said. "I have several choices. I can drop the charges and take you all home. I can press charges in Athens, and he'll go on trial and be convicted, because we have video of the incident. They'll imprison him, under contract, for whatever time period I choose. The third option is that I can offer you and your family asylum here on Dionysus. We'll provide you a home, a job, a wonderful education and many opportunities for your children. We'll also make all the arrangements for your personal items to be moved and pay all costs associated with a divorce. I'm not suggesting an outcome, but given his violent outburst, I suspect it is not only common, but often directed at you, and sometimes the children."

With that, she lifted up her shirt. Damn, and no I don't mean in a good way. Her entire stomach and chest was one large bruise. Fuck. It took her a moment.

"Why would you do that for me? I have no skills. I've never worked outside the home. You don't know me or my kids," she said. "What would I even do?"

"I don't know," I said, honestly. "There are a number of roles on the island where we need help. We need everything from retail clerks, to maids, to teacher's aides at the daycare and elementary school. If one doesn't feel right, we'll keep trying until you find the perfect fit. We also fund more education for you. Do you have a college degree?" She actually started laughing.

"College? You think he'd let me go to college? No, no degree," she said. I asked her what she wanted to do, if she could do anything. She didn't even hesitate.

"I would be a nurse. I have always wanted to be a nurse, since I was a child," she said. "I thought I would be a nurse", she added softly. With that, she started crying. I went around the desk and gave her a hug. It was a little weird, as I climbed in her lap, but hey, whatever works. She clung tightly to me and just sobbed. I brushed her hair back and kissed her cheek, kissing the tears away. She looked at me and gave me a kiss. Oh quite a kiss. I stood up and took her hand and led her to the bed. Remember, we were using hotel suites for interviewing. Before we went any farther, I made her sit down for a talk. I didn't want to take advantage of her in a fragile state. She answered by taking off her shirt and leaning over and pulling off mine.

Well, OK. I finished stripping her, and me, and pushed her up on the bed. My god, beautiful didn't do her justice -- except for those bruises. I got between her legs and spread her lips and gently licked. She moaned and I put my best skills to work. I got her up and over and held her there. For a long time. Until she finally said stop. I crawled up her body and just laid down on her and she hugged me. She started gently crying. We were done. She'd had her release. We actually fell asleep briefly.

When we woke up, we had a heart to heart, sitting cross-legged on the bed, naked. Yeah, she enjoyed the view, but so did I. The stories she told were horrible, but I assured her that it was over. We would start her in the clinic as a nurse's aide and get her enrolled in nursing school. I shared we had several students that ferried over to a great program in Athens and that her timing was good as we could still get her in for the upcoming semester. She knew how competitive the program was and didn't believe me, but I assured her that here anything was possible. She started crying again.

Oh, I guess I should actually introduce her, shouldn't I? She was Anahi. Her son was Ciro and her daughter was Lyla. Such nice names, and I told her that.

"We have nothing. Where will we even stay tonight?" she asked.

"Tonight is easy. You'll come home with me. We would be honored to have your family as guests," I said.

"You don't even know us. Why in the world would you take us in?" said Anahi.

"Because that is what you do here. We're a family. All of us. Everyone," I said. "Tomorrow I'll set you up with someone to find a house, and we'll get your children tested and registered for school."

"Tested? What do you mean by tested?" she asked.

"School here is not like anything else you've ever experienced. In fact, life here is different. Kids are not assigned to classes based on age. Age here is meaningless. Your children will be assigned to a class that is appropriate for their current skills, but they'll be tested for aptitude as well. They'll be accelerated in any or all areas where they can excel. Classes are not measured in quarters, they're measured in accomplishments. For example, I'm 9 and I am a third-year high school student. I'll finish the final two years, or the normal equivalent, in the next few months and graduate," I said. Yeah, that got me a shocked look.

"Listen, I have to get back to interviewing, but I'll have someone take you to your kids. You enjoy the afternoon and meet me back here at 1700," I said. "We'll go to our house and you'll meet my parents and have nice dinner out on the deck. You'll love it," I said. With that I waved my arm and someone came in to get her. He patiently waited for us both to get dressed. I felt a little sorry for him, because he was clearly hard. Two naked women will do that to you, even if I am only nine.

So that's the story of my first interview that lasted almost three hours. It needed to. I'll share tonight's experience too. I'll bet through most of it you forgot I was nine, didn't you? Oh, just to be clear, when the man came back from escorting her, I did blow him. It only seemed fair. And I liked it.

My next interview was the polar opposite and a worthy story in its own right, particularly given I was all horny and hadn't been satisfied. The family came in and were equally as attractive. They were Filipino. You know, Asian, but with a tan, and I don't mean anything negative by that, just factual. Nice dark nipples and oh yes, I saw all their nipples.

Back to the story. The dad was Josh and the mom was Angel. Fuck. He was huge. Easily close to 2-meters tall and quite a hunk. Think The Rock, but cuter. She was tiny, barely 1.5-meters. The difference was hilarious. They had two boys, Ryan and Danson. Nice names for two cute boys. Ryan was nine, like me, and took after his mom. He was small. As small as me and I'm little. Danson was eleven and took after his dad, because he was bigger than Gabe.

I liked this family. We did the interview and it was a huge success. Mom was the principal at an elementary school and we desperately needed her. Dad was a construction foreman, master carpenter and, electrician. Yeah, needed him just as badly. I told them all this and went through the spiel about the school, and housing, and everything else and they were clearly getting excited. As we were winding down, Ryan got up and clearly had something to say.

"Is this when we get to fuck?" he asked.

Yes, yes it was. I know, I should have interviewed more people, but I checked and we were good to get everyone done and, hey, I was horny. Getting Anahi off and then not getting off wasn't fair, now was it?

Let me tell you, Danson was big for an 11-year-old everywhere. Josh was appropriately sized for his body as well.

I sampled them both. Well, all three. Can't leave out Ryan. When we were done, Ryan thanked me for being his first. Oh boy. Welcome to Dionysus!

The day was a weird one and when I was done with this family, it was almost 1700. Yeah, yeah, I did use up a lot of my time having fun with the second family, but I volunteered a lot, you know. Those boys were damn fun. For 9 and 11, they had skills and their mom and dad liked to watch. Well, maybe not only watch.

I'd let mom know we were having guests. Given just four of us lived in an 8-bedroom home, having room for them wasn't exactly a problem. I still don't quite get why Bob and Amy gave us such an amazing place, but I'm not complaining.

Just then I heard a tentative knock on the hotel suite door. I opened it to find Anahi, Ciro, and Lyla. They looked glorious. Anahi was actually smiling. Someone had found them swimsuits and damn they rocked them. Anahi had on a one-piece, which I understood, but it was high-cut and showed her hips and also showed nice cleavage. It was thin, and her nipples were hard as a rock. Something about hard nipples that you can't actually see really does it for me. Lyla was in, what else, a tankini, the official uniform of Dionysus. She had that sexy girl, not woman, figure, but rocked solid B cup breasts. Oh, tankini bottoms. Dionysus, you know? Ciro was in a Speedo and my god for a 9-year-old, he had a nice package.

Tonight was going to be fun, I hoped. They were concerned that they didn't have any clothes other than what they had worn, and the swim suits, so I promised we'd shop tomorrow. There were a couple of nice shops in Robertsville now. They had bags with their clothes so I told them to just stay as they were and we'd swim some more before dinner. I was just in cheer shorts and a camisole shirt. You know the little girls' shirt that is thinner than it should be? Yeah, you do. Yeah, you like it. Mine was a very pale pink. There were two spots of darker pink. I'll bet you can guess why. The shirt certainly showed off that I was just a little more than flat now. Just a little.

We headed out of the suite, and walked back around the main building. Clearly others were still interviewing, because the row of helicopters was still pretty big. I'd finished my helicopter certification. I led them over to mine, and opened it up to squeals from the kids. I asked Lyla if she wanted to ride up front. Surprise! She did. We did the little who is the pilot dance, but that was quick. They were pretty accepting at this point. I think they actually felt guilty about having fun. That would need to be a dinner conversation.

I'd texted my buddy Gabe with an idea and we weren't going home quite yet. We flew over to Aether, the airport island, and I set it down next to one of the space planes. Oh, you get where this is going. Gabe was standing next to it with a grin on his face. He is always smiling. Carlina or not, you know I ran over for a big hug and a kiss. You knew that. I like hugs and kisses. We did the introductions, which confused everyone.

"We realize it is hard to understand," said Gabe. "We have this conversation a lot. Life here is just different. Full of opportunity. Safe. Happy. Kids get in trouble when they're bored. Here they're challenged and they play hard too."

"I'm more interested in why we're standing next to a space plane," said Ciro. "There are only a few in the world, and I see this one and at least two more in that giant hanger. Please tell me we're going up. Please. Please." Gabe and I laughed. These kids needed this, for sure.

"OK, with your mom's permission, we're going into space right now," said Gabe. Three stunned looks. Yeah, we know those looks too.

"But who's piloting it?" asked Anahi. Yeah, I admit, Gabe and I just cocked our heads a bit until it sunk in.

"OK, I accepted a 9-year-old flying a helicopter, against my inner screams, but you're telling me we're going in space with a pilot that's 13?" said Anahi.

"Well, maybe, if I let him fly. Usually I prefer to, and I'm a strong young woman and the men here let me get my way," I said, laughing.

"Sure. What the hell. Get a divorce. Move to a new country. Fly into space. Just a typical day," said Anahi.

"Well, the first two are not, but the last one, yes, is pretty common," said Gabe, in a somber voice. He is such a sweetheart.

We got on board and Gabe got clearance to take off. We actually had a controller now, who also cleared it with nearby countries. We didn't at first and for some reason it freaked them out when we took off and flew into space. Who knew? I am sure you're expecting a big story about how we fucked in space, but we didn't. Not this time. We will another time. This time it was just looking out the window and floating around and having a blast being kids in space. Yeah, for this, Anahi was a kid again. They were going through incredible trauma and our job was to make them laugh. Floating in space is something to laugh about. We only did one orbit, as, well, dinner was ready. We landed and they wouldn't stop talking. Lyla had gotten to ride in the co-pilot seat on the flight over, so it was Anahi's turn. Oh, what about Ciro?

He got to ride in Gabe's hypersonic fighter. Show off. He flew him to Spain and back in the time it took me to fly home. Gabe and Carlina were joining us for dinner, which was nice. Let's introduce them around.

Everyone was laughing again. I went to check on dinner and Gabe took them back to our version of the closet room to get them all shorts and T-shirts. Yeah, we all had them and felt comfortable wandering around each other's houses. They came back too quickly to have, you know, but Gabe was smiling. He pulled me to the side.

"They whipped off their clothes and changed right there. I thought I would cum in my pants," said Gabe, quietly. "Oh I hope." Yeah, he left it at that.

We'd invited Emelia, Talmai and their kids, Tavi and Reina to dinner too. We wanted them to meet another family. Yeah, the fact that Talmai and Emelia both worked for Gabe and Carlina took some explaining. Hell, I am not even clear who pays them. The country I guess. Weird stuff here.

I also invited Chris and Noah and Leslie, Hunter, and Hallie. I thought I'd show them that the royal family was just people like them. It is so hilarious. We all laugh a lot about the royal family. Bob started a freaking country. I guess they all started somehow. At least ours wasn't a war. Except for the little one.

Oh yeah. Leslie, Hunter, and Hallie. Might as well show them we are a tad non-traditional, but given I'd gotten Anahi off orally, I think she knew that. The big question was the kids. Were they into it because they liked it, or because their dad forced them. Our guests were not coming for a while, so it was time for me to have a heart to heart.

First I had to talk to Anahi. I couldn't do this without permission. I took her up to our bedroom. No, get your mind out of the gutter. Well, a little, but I'll get to that.

"We need to talk, but it's not bad. You seemed comfortable that I went down on you. You have clearly figured out that our country is non-traditional that way," I said. I explained the ages of consent. This was a tough moment. She could freak out.

She didn't. She smiled and her eyes sparkled. Then she kissed me.

Well, OK then. I asked her about her kids and their sexual activity. She admitted it had started with her husband, but that they led two lives. Sex that was forced with him, and sex that was love that was just the three of them. OK, that's good. I asked her if they played outside the family.

Oh I got a lustful look.

"God, is that an option here?" she moaned. Yes, moaned. I laughed just a bit.

"Well, your kids need your permission, but if you give it, tonight might be a pretty damn special night for all of you," I said. "I strongly suggest spending some time with Gabe. He will change your entire world-view of good sex."

Oh yeah, she moaned again.

"Isn't he 13?" she asked. "You're saying he is that good? Isn't he Carlina's fiance, but you have... Do you really have that many comparisons?"

"Yes, oh hell yes, yes, and lots."

Yep. Another moan. I think she was pretty close to cumming. I couldn't resist and reached over and rubbed her through her shorts. She didn't last 10 seconds. Good for her. It was a big one.

"Better than that?" she asked.

"Much, much better," I said. Then she proceeded to cum again. I hadn't touched her. As much as I wanted to get naked right now, we needed to talk to her kids. I asked if it was OK for me to be honest and blunt and she said it was. We walked back out into the living room.

"Mom," shouted Lyla. "You just had an orgasm. A big one!" Yeah, that flushed face is a give away. I told them to all sit down and we would talk.

"We need to have a heart to heart talk and it really will help if everyone is honest," I said. "You can say absolutely anything to us, in confidence, and it won't matter. We won't tell anyone and we won't do anything about what you say, without your permission.

Anahi jumped in and told them that she was getting a divorce.

"Good," said Lyla. "Good riddance to that piece of shit. No more getting raped by Dad. I love sex, but shit that sucked. He was a masochist in the worst way."

"I agree completely. He used to love to fuck me in the ass. Dry. I'd bleed for days. It made him laugh," said Ciro.

"Yeah, he'd do the same with me," said Lyla. There were several times he actually tore me up." Anahi looked shocked.

"I had no idea," she said, softly.

"We didn't tell you," said Lyla. "How would that have helped? You had enough troubles with him beating the shit out of you. We knew it would have just made it worse for you and we had no escape."

Smart kids in a terrible situation.

"I'm so sorry that you had to live through this," I said. "But it is over. We still have him in custody, so we need your guidance on what to do. We can let him go. We can take him to trial for his crimes against you. We can jail him for his attack on me. My suggestion would be the last one. A trial would be painful for you. I can lock him away for 5 years or so without that." They had a spirited discussion and agreed that if I did that, he would come back to kill them all. Well that sucked. Sometimes I wished we weren't so peace loving. I'd just have him put down like a dog.

"OK, I'll have him released with the understanding that if he ever approaches any of you, he will be rearrested and risk life in prison," I said. "OK?" They all quickly agreed. Then I let Anahi tell them about moving here. They were excited.

Then we had dinner and playtime. Oh.

You know all about playtime. No special games, just some pairing off. OK, some threesomes and at one point a pile of bodies, but you get the idea.

Towards the end of the night, Anahi pulled me to the side.

"That was amazing. Simply amazing. How do you even survive that every day?" she said. "Gabe.", she added with a moan. I laughed.

"It's work, but worth it," I said. She laughed and it was so sweet. I hugged her again.

Happy and healthy

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