13 February 2019

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The Olympics

Do you know what happens soon?

No not the Presidential election. We all knew how that is going to turn out.

The summer Olympics! Ellen and crew are ready. They dominated at all the lead up events. One of the reasons they are so close is that they don't compete with each other. People do train with competitors but it is tough. As important, at least to us, was the return of Diego and Seth. What happened to them was wrong. Not Juanita wrong, but wrong just the same. They were taking the high road, which impressed me. I wouldn't. I couldn't.

The fact that Juanita was the assistant coach of the US Men's basketball team makes me so happy. So. Freaking. Happy. Men's, not women's.

We had a crew going but you could have predicted that, couldn't you? We didn't go to Tokyo often enough so it was going to be fun. The number of Japanese speakers was big now. They'd been practicing. We did remind everyone that we weren't on Dionysus and to be careful. They got it.

Oh, did I mention we had two Dionysus athletes in the competition? Morgan and Orlando were both competing in the triathlon. They had both been working out like fiends. They had reasonable expectations and were in it for fun. They didn't expect to be in the medal hunt but I wasn't so sure. I've watched their times improve. The challenge is that every course is different so it is almost impossible to compare one event to another. I do know they had simply dominated the last three events they entered and the Olympic distances are shorter. We would be there in force to cheer them on. They were staying in the Olympic village which meant Sophia and Grace were with us. They were taking it well.

Since Hana and Haru had graduated and weren't the caretakers anymore, we had both apartments we could fill. We just had a management service now since we were not there much. We had lots of bedrooms and were filling them to the gills. Some of the younger kids were going to be on couches. Uh huh.

We came over in a weird variety of planes. We brought the big HPlane since it held the whole crew. But we brought six other planes. Morgan and Orlando came early in one of the E-62 executive jets. Grace and Sophia came with them and they had a few fun days in Tokyo. They may have stories to tell. I'll let them jump in. They'd committed to speak nothing but Japanese during their trip. They're very good at it but Sophia laughs because she has a hint of an Italian accent. In Japanese.

The other five planes were F-61 fighters. Leslie, Chris, Gabe, and Ruby had been asked to do an air show during the opening ceremonies. Gabe was their alternate and stepped in since Orlando wasn't available. Oh, I said five. Carlina was the second alternate and brought her plane too. They'd added a couple maneuvers for a single plane so she got to fly too. Oh they played up the fact that our pilots ranged from 7 to 13. Oh wait. Still wrong because Elena brought her plane too although she wasn't in the show.

The one thing I didn't understand was why their planes were armed. Completely armed. No seating pods armed. Everything is internal on an F-61 and I don't think I was supposed to know. When I asked, Leslie pulled me to the side and told me to forget I saw anything. She was pretty adamant about it.

It was showtime and we were in our seats in the main stadium for the opening ceremonies. We were the official delegation for our country and had some seriously prime seats. The fact that Hayden was a huge sponsor helped too I am sure. We had even been invited to a reception for visiting heads of state. Amy, Chris, and I were invited. You know, the king, queen, and prime minister. The security lead for one of the other countries even threw a hissy fit that no children were allowed until his own chancellor pulled him to the side and told him to shut up. Chancellor. Got it? I'm sure the fact that Chris was in her Air Force dress uniform, complete with three stars probably threw him. Oh she rocked it. This version even had long pants! I think it confused him even more when the US President came up and hugged us all. Heck even HIS chancellor hugged Chris.

We met so many interesting people. I was surprised how many we had already met.

The other thing that always surprised me is that people actually treated us all as legitimate world leaders. News articles that discussed the major leaders in attendance always included us. You know, the US President, the Emperor of Japan, the President of China, the King, Queen, and Prime Minister of Dionysus.

I keep expecting them to expose me as Bob who didn't go to college.

Between Chris' successful efforts at improving world peace, Morgan's leadership of the largest global charity, and Sophia running our world-wide business empire, we were having an impact.

What really and truly amazed me was that Alpha and even Beta were common knowledge now and no one cared. No one. Hell half the people in the room had been our guests at Alpha and more than a few had quietly visited Beta.

What dominated it all was the success of our community. Our approach to school was revolutionizing education. Hell it just made sense to us. Kids around the world were doing more and succeeding at more. Several major countries had lowered their voting age to fourteen and there were teenagers in almost every major government. Even the US was discussing lowering the age to be President but that likely wouldn't happen. Many people had encouraged Chris to run for UN Secretary General but she thought it would actually limit what she could do. I think she's right.

The voting age on Dionysus is 7. Yes, we're a monarchy, but we're mostly for show. Damn near everything is voted on. Why wouldn't it be?

Oh, and there was a lot of buzz around the world about the possible existence of Gamma. You would be surprised the people that asked us outright if it existed. They weren't asking because it bothered them. They were asking because they hoped it did.

We still had a standard denial but I'm not sure we would always need one. People were finally getting the power of youth.

We were even asked about it at the reception. Many times. By some surprising people. In almost every case they asked right after showing us pictures of their children.

Yep.

So back to the opening ceremonies. The kids put on a simply spectacular air show. It was amazing and like nothing ever done before. The rest of the ceremony was equally impressive. Orlando and Morgan walked by, flying our flag. It hadn't surprised me at all that Orlando insisted that Morgan carry the flag.

They both looked incredible, both because they're incredibly attractive but also because Stella designed their uniforms in collaboration with Nike.

Suddenly two of the kid's planes just blew across the stadium. Low. Very low. Just as the second one passed, it fired a missile.

Shit. They weren't here for an air show. They were air cover.

Something blew up in the distance and two more planes blew past. Two others actually stopped over the stadium and hovered, slowly rotating. Two. That meant Elena was in the air too. They were joined shortly by two more and they formed a square, aimed out. Suddenly one of them shot off and another missile was fired. I think most people thought this was part of the show as they just sat there, enthralled. That last missile hit something big as we saw a huge explosion in the distance. The two planes moved outside the circle of the stadium but were clearly still on patrol. It took a bit but they were replaced by two others and the rotation went on for the rest of the ceremonies. We saw a third explosion in the distance, over the sea.

After the ceremony, security hustled us into a room deep in the stadium. Chris, Ruby, and Gabe were already there and told us the other three were still on patrol. They said that Orlando and Morgan were up in their planes so they could come do the briefing but they would be going back up. All of the world leaders were here.

Just then Kyrsten swept into the room with quite an entourage.

"I'm sorry to have brought you down here but wanted you to hear this first. We had information about a credible threat against the opening ceremonies. We knew that if we brought in traditional security and military, we would have scared them off. So we chose a non-traditional military force made up of children flying supersonic fighters," said Kyrsten. "Half of the people didn't believe they could even fly the planes. Those that did saw it as a publicity stunt. The choice of aircraft was also important because visually there was no way to tell they were armed. Two missiles were fired at the games. The second was confirmed to be nuclear. The pilots were able to down both missiles and the aircraft that fired them, but not before we were able to prove who was behind the attack."

Uh oh. Kyrsten was about to feel the wrath of Hurricane Amy. Amy interupted.

"What in the fuck do you think you were doing using our children without telling us?" yelled Amy. Kyrsten's reaction was curious. She smiled.

Chris walked to the podium.

"I'll take over the briefing now. Mom, sit down," said Chris. To my surprise, Amy did.

"While I appreciate the President's support, this was my mission. The information about the threat came to me from my sources. I shared it with the Prime Minister of Japan and the US President along with my proposed plan of using Dionysus forces. As you put it, our children. It was at my insistence that absolutely no one else was brought into the loop. Even you, Mom and Dad. We needed it to happen in a way we could control. So no need to get mad at anyone but me, but thankfully the results were positive. Failure would have been on me too," said Chris, sounding so strong. Now I understood the dress uniform and clearly so did Amy.

At that point I realized the media had been allowed in the room and Chris was on what would clearly be world-wide television.

She then repeated her speech, in flawless Japanese. Yeah I was doing better. I couldn't match the kids but I understood most of it. Damn she was impressive.

"I'll take limited questions, but be aware I cannot talk about much," said Chris. Kyrsten moved up and stood next to her and the PM of Japan was on the other side. Chris was clearly in charge.

"Can you tell us more about the pilots and who shot which missiles, particularly who shot down the nuke?" asked a reporter from the BBC.

"You all have the biographies of our pilots published prior to the games. They are all officers in our Air Force and you saw their flying skill earlier. Dionysus allows our youth, myself included, to accomplish what other countries suppress or at least delay," said Chris and it was all true. "We will not be releasing any information on the actions of specific pilots. That information is not necessary and the efforts were those of a team."

"What about reports that children in Dionysus regularly have sex, often with adults?" asked a reporter.

"How is that question relevant to this topic?" asked Chris. "I will stand behind my previous statement that youth on Dionysus are allowed to grow at a pace they define for themselves. My team and their actions today prove the value of that approach."

Wow. Did she just go there? She didn't actually say anything but this was going to open up some conversations. Amy just gave me a look, and then a smile. Maybe the world was ready. You sure couldn't doubt their heroics.

Just then I saw Morgan and Orlando walk in the room and I realized Gabe and Ruby weren't here anymore. Chris waved them to the front of the room. They stood beside her, clearly embarrassed.

"Most of you know our only two athletes here at the games. What you don't know is they just came off a shift flying air cover so the rest of us could have a break. Two of our other pilots are back in the air right now," said Chris. "Even though they compete tomorrow, they stepped up to help. With that, we are done and I'll send them to get some sleep." Chris stepped away from the microphone amid shouted questions. Morgan and Orlando were escorted out a back door. Amy and I walked up and joined Kyrsten and Chris' conversation.

"I can't believe you said that Chris," said Kyrsten. "You know you needed to keep the circle small."

Well, any questions about Chris and Kyrsten just got cleared up.

"No, she did the right thing," said Amy. "It is time to slowly let it out. The kids in Dionysus are absolute proof that we are right. It couldn't be clearer and it will change the world for the better. We have over 30,000 residents now. Better to control it coming out. I think we may be surprised that it isn't a big event. I hope so."

Powerful Carlina

What surprised us was the coverage of what we call the Gamma question. No we haven't released more information and had been quite silent but it has been a talked about topic around the world. Every talking head discussed it but the focus was on empowered kids and how they could make their own decisions at a young age if they were just allowed to.

All the pilots at the games had been researched and dissected in the news. Over and over. All had refused interviews although Carlina wanted to. Badly.

The fact all our kids had already graduated, including Gabe, Ruby, Elena, and Carlina, was discussed to death. Every time a commentator doubted it, they were reminded that "those kids" had prevented a nuke from wiping out the leadership of the world.

Somehow it leaked that the nuke was shot down by 7-year-old Carlina. There was a lot of speculation about the leak but we all knew exactly who had leaked it.

Carlina did. She was making a powerful point. When it was time to be completely honest about Dionysus, she was the spokesperson and we all knew it. I pity the interviewer that tried to trip her up. She will skewer them.

Oh, and her engagement to Gabe leaked too. I'm pretty sure he leaked that one. He was proud of it, for good reason.

Powerful young women and men. We helped by not telling them no. I'm proud of that.

Oh, the Chris-Craft

After the excitement of the Olympics and everything that surrounded it, I needed a mindless break. Remember the marina where I lived when the kids first moved in? I hadn't been back in way too long. I had friends there and had lost touch. I flew over to Florida and spent some time in the old house, catching up. Yeah, that was fun. Then I dropped by the old marina on a Saturday afternoon and just walked up and down chatting with everyone. I admit, it was a little disappointing. I guess you can't go home. A big percentage of the people tried to sell me on something that would have involved me giving them money.

I finally gave up and was headed out when I saw it. My Chris-Craft. It looked so damn sad. Whoever bought it wasn't maintaining it well and it had deteriorated. That was just not cool. I dropped in the main office to see what was going on. The manager Jahn was still there, which wasn't a surprise. He was a wizened old dude and would probably die sitting on the stool someday. Oh, that was harsh, but I didn't mean for it to be. He's a good guy, and he likes his life. More power to him. He jumped up and gave me a big hug and, unlike everyone else, didn't ask for anything.

"Jahn! So great to see you," I said. We shot the shit for a bit. I needed to do something for him. I wandered around a bit in the conversation to see what I could do. He was pretty happy, but finally there was a bingo. His truck had broken down. An old pickup truck. I took a second and under the guise of running to the rest room, I texted Sara. Later that afternoon, a new Ford F-150 Raptor would be delivered. It's the least I could do. He was always so good to me, especially after the kids arrived. He helped with damn near everything. I felt bad for not having come back sooner. I walked back out and asked the question I came for.

"So what's up with my old boat?" I asked. "It looks terrible. It makes me sad."

"Yeah, that is sad. The bank owns it. The guy who bought it from you couldn't afford the maintenance. It ate him up and they repossessed it," said Jahn.

Really. Wow. I didn't like that at all.

"So is it for sale?" I asked.

"Oh sure, but they over loaned on it and their asking price is stupid high. It's like the banks that own houses," said Jahn. Yeah, I get that for sure. OK, time to blow some money. We talked about their asking price and the real value. I think he saw where I was heading. He gave me the bank and branch and I did the standard money in the branch move. Works for houses and this is just a floating house.

"Can you call the bank and make the offer for an anonymous buyer? Happy to pay a referral fee. They'll try to stick it to me if they know the buyer," I said, walking him through everything. Ten minutes later I owned the boat again. Not exactly even sure why. Sentimental value, I guess.

"OK, now that I own it, I need someone to restore it properly. I was doing a typical DIY quality job. I want the best around. I want it to be pristine. Would you consider a side-job managing the selection and work? If you could choose the best in the area, and have them fully restore it to better than factory new, I'll pay you a 10% management fee," I said.

"That would cost more than the boat is worth, by far. You're talking a million-dollar project. Maybe two million. For a boat that is worth less than a $100K," said Jahn. "Why would you do that?"

"Because my life started one night on that boat, when the kids and Amy came into my life. That boat is important to me and to my family. I never should have sold it," I said. "And I can afford it. Are you in? If so, I'll have you work through Juan, who is a team member of ours."

"Well hell yes I am in. It's your money to burn and you're welcome to burn some on me," said Jahn. With that, I left and headed home. I guess I had to figure out where to park the thing. We had plenty of room, so I called Juan and told him what was going on and asked him to have another lift built. I didn't know if we'll ever even take it out, but it was important. To me. Hell, the lift would cost more than the boat was worth. I asked Juan not to mention it to anyone. I'd make it a surprise when it was done.

Back to Florida

Well I thought that was a fine idea too. Juan and I hadn't played in a while. I missed my friend and his cock. He definitely had skills and so did I. I felt him swell and pulled off and was getting quite the facial just when Gabe and Ruby walked in. I had no idea why they were here, but didn't care, as I had Juan's cum all over my face and they called cleanup.

Which is why Amy found me naked, with Ruby laying on my chest, licking Juan's cum off my face and kissing it to me. She just watched, with a bemused expression on her face. She was wearing a pretty short tennis skirt and as soon as Ruby was done, Amy came and settled right down on my face. Yep, commando. The skirt drifted over my head. It was dark in there, but I knew what to do and pretty soon my face was covered and her skirt was wet. Yeah, she squirted. She solved the problem by taking the skirt off.

Of course, Gabe was still here, having just cleaned off Juan, and saw that as an invitation. Whether it was or not wasn't clear, but pretty soon he was pounding Amy doggie style while Amy licked Ruby.

Fun to watch. Finally we were done and Juan suggested we go back to my office. Which is how we ended up in my office, naked, talking about the Chris-Craft.

"The Chris-Craft is done. Want to go see it?" asked Juan.

"Sure, but we should probably put on shorts," I said. Yeah, he didn't laugh. I'm not actually very funny. "Let's take the new Bentley. It's a nice day. We can put the top down." He quickly agreed. The Bentley is pretty cool. It's a Continental Supersports convertible. I have no idea why Supersports is plural. 700hp. 0-60 in 3.7 in a huge convertible. Mostly luxury, but some fun. Ours was brilliant yellow. Yes, yellow. If you're going to make a statement, make it loud. It's the softest leather in what I call baseball glove color. You know what I mean.

OK, you didn't need that detail, but off we went. Amy didn't even ask. She just gave me a smirk. I suspected she knew. She knows everything, but is nice enough to let me pretend to have surprises. The place that did the work was actually in South St. Pete, so it took us a bit to get there. We pulled in and I could see it. It was out of the water, but fucking beautiful. You never, ever would have thought it had seen the water. I swear they'd just bought a new one, but given it was almost fifty-years old, that can't be. Two kids walked out of the office and over to us. Too bad we didn't know these two, because I would have stripped them on the spot. Twelve or thirteen. A boy and a girl. They were about the same size. Roughly 5'5" (165 cm) or so. Thin. Deep auburn hair. He had what we always called a swimmer's body, which was easy to tell, because he was in one of those swim suits that is just basically a pocket for your cock. A guy's G-string. She was the same height, with the smallest of A cup breasts, in a bikini what wasn't this year's purchase. Three band-aids would have covered more. It was also white terry cloth and wet. It absolutely molded to her. Her cleft was visible and her nipples were erect. We could tell.

Damn.

"Hi, I'm Natasha and this is Cameron," said the little hottie. "Can we help you?" Yes, yes, you could. I know my cock jumped a bit. Hope they didn't notice. Oh. They did and they both smiled. Interesting.

"Yes, thank you. We're here for my Chris-Craft. It looks beautiful from the outside," I said.

"Oh, you must be Bob. We both know your daughters Leslie and Chris," said Cameron. "Our parents were really good friends with Chris' parents. Really, really good friends. So sorry to hear what happened, but she seems so happy to be a part of your family." Yeah, my cock jumped again on the second 'really'.

"Listen. Mom's watching the shop," said Natasha. "Why don't we drop it in the water and we can all go for a little ride and we can give you a tour of what was done. I think you'll particularly like the bedrooms. I know we do." Is she? I think she is. Oh boy. Oh oh boy.

"Cameron, run tell Mom what's going on," said Natasha. "Oh, in case it isn't obvious, we're twins, but I'm in charge." Cameron ran back in as soon as she gave him the order. Yeah, strong young women. He came out a few moments later with one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen. Not quite Amy beautiful, but getting close. She walked up and stuck out her hand.

"Hi I'm Chelsea. I see you've met the kids. I've wanted to meet you. You and your family are truly heroes. Billy and Kristine were our absolute best friends. I think we actually met briefly at the funeral," she said. "For you to take her in is amazing. For her to be as happy as she is can only be called a miracle. I volunteer at the school and ran into her and Leslie recently, although they're not in the kid's class anymore."

"Well, thank you, I guess, but we're not heroes. It was a situation that needed action and we were in a unique position to help. Chris has been a wonderful addition to our pretty darn unique family," I said.

"Oh, I imagine she has been. Those damn puffies," said Chelsea. Did she really go there? Yes, yes she did and she followed it by reaching down and squeezing my cock, right in front of Natasha and Cameron.

"Mom, that's mine today. You can have it another day. Juan is for Cameron today," said Natasha. Well, guess it is right out there in the open now. Chelsea laughed.

"OK, OK, too bad I have to hold down the fort. I'd like a piece too," said Chelsea. "We'll have to get the families together. My husband Joel would love the two of you as well." And I am sure we would love him too.

With that, the kids dropped the boat in the water and we all headed out. My God it had never run this smoothly since I owned it. It eked out an extra two miles an hour. We got a few miles offshore and I slowed to a stop.

"Want to give us the tour?" I asked. Neither kid said a word, just went down the stairs. By the time they were at the bottom of the stairs, neither of them had clothes on. They were even more beautiful naked. Cameron had a nice 6-inch (15 cm) thin cut cock. Juan was looking at it with lust. After all, he was Cameron's today.

"Wait," I said. "Put the bikini back on." Natasha gave me a smile that lit up the room and put the tiny bikini back on. Sometimes a little clothes is better than naked.

She headed into the Master stateroom and we all followed. She pointed at Juan, and then a spot on the bed and he climbed right up, on his knees. She opened the nightstand drawer and pulled out a container of lube. Cameron came out of the bathroom with towels. Well aren't they the thoughtful pair. I watched as both of them lubed up Juan, including stroking his cock a bit. Then Natasha turned to me.

"Get Cameron ready. First with your mouth," she said. Oh, she was giving orders and I was taking them. I dropped to my knees and took him in my mouth. I do have skills, so it wasn't long before he pushed me away. She gave him the same order, for me, and I was in his mouth in a flash. Poor Juan was moaning, just there on his knees, hard. Finally Cameron pulled off and got up and slid right into Juan. Natasha and I watched for a bit, then she slid up the bed, and put a pillow under her ass. Oh yeah, she was still in that sexy little suit. God it was hot.

I slid up her body and started kissing her, with more and more passion, while I rubbed her through the suit. I pushed the material deep inside her and started stroking it in and out. Oh, she moaned in my mouth.

I worked my way down, just a little bit, and pulled one side of the bikini over just a bit, to expose a nipple. A rock-hard nipple. I sucked it in my mouth and kept fingering her. Oh, she didn't last long before she had her first orgasm. It was my hint to slide a little farther down and do the same trick on the bottoms. I just pulled them slightly to the side and started fucking her with my tongue.

This whole time, Cameron was slowly stroking in and out of Juan. They were both watching us. Hell, I would have too. I used all my skills and got Cameron up and over repeatedly.

"Fuck me," she growled. Oh yeah. I slid back up her body and slid right in. Yes, I left the bikini bottoms on. The material was massaging my cock with every stroke. This was no easy fuck, this was a power fuck. It's a good thing we were offshore, because she was just screaming. Cameron and I appeared to almost time it, as he pulled out and aimed at his sister's tits, and I came inside her. He covered her with cum. Just covered her.

I leaned down to lick up my mess and she told me to stop.

"I'll wear it home. Mom will clean me up," she said. With that, she pulled her bikini bottoms back in place and trapped my cum inside. She rubbed Cameron's cum in like it was suntan lotion, but I couldn't resist and leaned over and lapped a bit up, and kissed it to her. I gave her nipples some more attention too. Just enough to get her over again. She finally pushed me away, laughing.

"We should head back. Cameron can watch the store while you guys watch Mom and me. Juan didn't cum, so I'll bet Mom would like some of that," said Natasha. Yeah, I'd bet Juan would too.

We motored back in and a man met us at the dock. The kids all shouted hi to their dad. Damn, another good-looking guy. Six or so feet, chiseled, a little gray in the hair. Just wearing a Speedo. We did introductions, but he clearly already knew who we were.

"Dad, Juan didn't cum yet," said Natasha. "We thought Cameron could watch the store while Juan fucked Mom and you fucked Bob. Oh, and I need cleaned out."

Well, right to the point now, aren't we Natasha? Given that Joel's cock got visibly hard, he seemed OK with the plan. We went inside and followed her back into a bedroom. Yes, a bedroom, right off the showroom. How handy is that?

Natasha laid back on the bed and ordered her mom to clean her up. She just pulled her suit to the side, like I did. I'm guessing this was a new thing for her now. Her mom climbed up and started licking and I climbed up beside her. I knew what was happening. Chelsea wiggled her ass, which was enough of an invitation to Juan. I wiggled mine, which made Joel laugh. I felt lube squirted on me, and he massaged it in. With his cock.

Finally he plunged right in. God it as wonderful. He was pounding me, while I watched Juan pound Chelsea, but my real focus was on Natasha. I got little glimpses of her little hairless pussy. There is nothing hotter than just glimpses, particularly of preteen pussy. She'd pulled her top to the side and was tweaking her own nipples. It didn't take long and she had a massive orgasm. Oh, Juan and Joel couldn't handle it and they both filled us up. I know that Chelsea had to be dripping. I know I was.

I gave Joel credit. He leaned down and started rimming me and sucked it all right out. Guess who got it in a kiss. Guess. Do you remember all the way back to our first journal entry? Orlando fucked me in the ass. It was my first time. I was surprised, at the time, that I liked it. I was confused about everything.

I'm not confused anymore. Today was damn fun. Hell, I'll bet I get fucked in the ass a half dozen times a week, and almost never by the same cock. While I was musing about all of this, Chelsea got dressed and left and Cameron came back in.

Well, one more time in the ass today. He left me full and I went home dripping. Yeah, Amy helped me out.

And the Chris-Craft looked awesome on the lift. It was amazing how much use it got by people that stayed at the house, even when we weren't there. They could choose the 52 or the 131, but the Chris-Craft got more use. Old school, for sure.

Mia makes the move

You see, with Orlando's help and encouragement, I opened a photography studio for custom portraits. You know, families together, smiling to the camera, while they're all fucking their brains out.

Oh, come on, surely you expected that. Oh, I did the traditional portraits, and I think I am pretty good, but I got to shoot some seriously weird fetishes that people had. I held the line at animals. I sure as hell didn't want to see that. Oh, and I limited everything to Dionysus laws. You didn't think I opened a shop like this in Clearwater, did you?

Nope, with Orlando and Grace's encouragement, I moved to Dionysus with my dad. Yeah, yeah, I'm 19 now, so I didn't need Daddy, but we were close. Get it? Close. He felt like he'd have a better chance of meeting a likeminded soulmate here than in Florida and I suspect he is right. He's actually my key grip and assistant photographer and that works out better than you might have expected. He takes orders really well, in and out of bed. Oh he's Andres and sexy AF. He's Spanish, no not Hispanic, Spanish. I didn't mean that to come out as if it mattered, just being accurate. He was born in Barcelona. He's also a 6'5" (195 cm) olive skinned hunk with a thick uncut 8-inch (20 cm) cock that he knows how to use. Right now, he's playing the field. Let's just say he gets dinner invitations from damn near everyone that comes through the studio. Single moms. Single dads. Couples. He's getting quite a reputation as a seriously interesting and fun guy that also happens to have outstanding talents and the patience to be a teacher.

For the younger ones. He sure was with me. I'm skilled, quite skilled, and I have him to thank for it. Let's be honest, we do almost all our shoots in the nude and it is a rare shoot where we don't both get laid. Not a requirement, not something we have to do, nor do they, but hey, we're fun, they're fun.

We also specialize in photo shoots for 7-year-old birthdays. Remember the significance of seven? Sometimes people will also do a big 5-year-old party too. You know, when then get to start oral.

The parties for twins are particularly fun. We did a 7-year-old party for quadruplets recently. Two boys and two girls. From their skills, it was pretty obvious that the four of them had practiced together before their seventh birthday. More power to them.

I thought I'd share a few stories and pop in and out of the journal occasionally. I am sure you'll all be OK with that. I thought I'd start with some friends of the family that had recently immigrated to Dionysus. I know most of us just say moved here, but technically it is immigration and you do have to apply and be approved on a non-resident visa and work your way towards citizenship. There are exceptions under royal decree where you can immediately become a citizen. Orlando was nice enough to do that for my dad and me.

You know, Prince Orlando. It makes us both giggle. Usually when we're in bed and I call him that. Oh, don't worry, we're in bed with Grace. The three of us are close. Got it? Oh, Camila loves a foursome too. She liked Dad too. Anyway, I digress.

So today we were doing a photoshoot with Chelsea and Joel. If you remember, they own the restoration company that restored Bob's old Chris-Craft. They were here with their kids Natasha and Cameron. Yum. Let's just say today was a day that Orlando and Grace really thought we needed help for the shoot. Sure. Sure we did.

If you remember, Cameron and Chelsea are 12. He is a little hunk. She is super sexy and they both have amazing auburn hair. Chelsea is knock-you-on-your-ass beautiful. As pretty as Leslie and Chris, which is a bar that is rarely met. Maybe not quite up to Amy, but who the fuck is? I aspire to Leslie pretty, although Orlando and Grace assure me I am. Yeah, no. I'm pretty and fucking sexy, but not that pretty. Yeah, another tangent for no particular reason.

I guess I didn't introduce Joel. An actual ginger. Bright red hair, with gray. Blend his with Natasha's auburn and you get the kids with incredible auburn hair with red highlights. Amazing. I was looking forward to this shoot, just because they're so attractive. Did I sell that? Anyway, Joel is about six feet, pretty ripped, and equipped with a surprising thin 9-inch (23 cm) cut cock. It might be my favorite cock in my ass. Yes, long and thin. A perfect ass cock. You get it. You'd like it. We both know you would.

We started out with one of our classics. King size bed, all white, with just a thin sheet. Both kids were naked and the sheet was pulled all the way up. They feigned sleep and moved around, exposing a little here and there. Just the sheet laying on them was hot. You could see the outline of his hard cock. You could see just the tiniest hint of puffiness around her nipples. Then her leg slipped out and you saw one ass cheek. Just one. Then he matched the position from the other side. Then he rolled on his back and the sheet shifted and his cock was exposed. He was hard. It was beautiful. He rolled again and covered it up. Then her nipple slipped out, just a bit. Finally she rolled on her back and her little slit was exposed. Not much definition to her pussy lips, but she was clearly aroused. She shifted, just a bit, and her clit was peaking out of its hood. I'll bet I took a hundred shots as they rolled around into different positions. I think my favorite was with the sheet covering their upper bodies but their bottom half was exposed. Cameron was spooning Natasha from behind. His arm was over her and his hand was in an obvious place on her chest, but with the sheet in the way. What made the picture was his cock. It was trapped between her legs and you saw about two inches of it, resting against her pussy, and pushing her lips apart. We took a series, with his cock getting closer and closer, and then the head slipping inside. The final shot showed him just buried inside of her. The video was incredible as it showed him gently stroking in and out. Finally he rolled on his back, bringing her with him, so she was lying on her back on his chest, and he was still pumping in and out. He pulled out and rested his cock against her pussy just as he came. The first shot hit his face and the second shot hit hers. Each successive shot moved down her body, leaving a stream of cum across her nipples, her belly, and finally her pussy.

We had to call a break, because I just had to clean them both up. I licked her off first, kissing it to them both, and then she rolled off and I took him in my mouth. Ah youth, he got hard again. Dad took over and we did a variation of the same shoot, but with the three of us. Yes, in the end he was fucking me.

Oh, I forgot to mention what was so amazing. There is one particular shot of them, with Natasha laying back again Cameron's chest. He's buried inside her. His left hand has come around and he is clearly rolling her nipple in his fingers. Her hand is between her legs, and she clearly is rubbing her clit. Both of them have their eyes closed and expressions of simple bliss on their face. It's a great shot, but that's not what makes it spectacular. What does is that they are absolutely, unmistakably brother and sister. The hair, the face, the body shape. You absolutely know that Cameron is buried deep inside his sister. His twin sister. In a world as open minded as Dionysus, it was an award-winning shot. Maybe not anywhere else.

I have started a private little art gallery in my studio. Viewing is by invitation only, basically for my friends. I have all the technology to print spectacular color photos. I have a pair of Epson Surecolor P9000 printers that will print on roll paper up to 44 inches wide. I usually do either a fine art matte or canvas. I'll do prints for my customers, but only those that could be hung anywhere in the world. I only print the, um, better pictures, for my gallery, which is growing. It's all with permission, of course, but not an open public museum. Yet.

On Dionysus, it might soon be. Eleanor has approached me about building another studio in Gamma. The problem is that anyone taking any of my photos home, even on an SD card, is risking a lot, so I've demurred so far. Maybe the world will brighten up someday.

So that's it for my first entry. Just the one shoot. Imagine that photo I described, printed 44" x 60", framed beautifully, and under perfect lighting. Tell me you wouldn't get turned on.

Oh, you want more?

Just this last weekend, I did a huge theme shoot. A theme shoot carries similar outfits and poses through multiple models. I brought in couples, either those that were always together, like Orlando and Grace, or friends that fucked. OK, that's everyone, but I matched them up.

What was the theme? Underwear, sort of. Very specific underwear. You've seen little girl training sports bras. I'm talking about the incredibly thin cotton ones. They look like the little girl camisoles, but cut to below their breasts, or in many cases the girl only has nipples. In other words, not completely see-through, but you could clearly make out nipples. Especially on Amai and Ruby, who have darker nipples. For bottoms, I chose the same thin cotton panties, in sizes that were too small. Sometimes they were just a size too small, and you didn't get as much camel toe as outline of their pussy lips. It was incredibly hot. Other times they were another size, or two, smaller and pulled up into their lips. On some girls, into their lips, exposing so much.

Oh, I mentioned boys, right? But I only mentioned thin cotton panties.

Right. Damn they rocked them.

All the tops were white. Thin white. But the bottoms were different pale colors. Ruby had the faintest pink. Carlina had barely green. You get the idea. Are you starting to imagine some of my friends in these outfits?

I'll bet you're not imagining what Sophia, or Morgan, would look like in little girl training bras, but you should. Morgan is a large C and maybe even a D right now. That really stretches the fabric thin.

So who did I pair up? Some were obvious. OK, some were not pairs, although I shot all the combinations.

Gabe and Carlina
Orlando and Grace
Noah, Chris, and Rylee
Hunter, Leslie, and Hallie
Sophia and Morgan

And then some not as common ones, only because they're not exactly dating, just good friends that fuck.

Ruby and Luca
Elena and Davis

Oh, you didn't see that last one coming, now did you? Yes, I went old school with my model choices. My oldest friends on the island. I have time to do the other folks. I liked to experiment with new themes with my friends, if for no other reason, I add the best shots to the museum and they sell the theme. Free models, right?

My studio was interesting. It had a dozen good sized rooms that could be staged for just about any theme you wanted. But it also had a few permanent areas. For example, there was a large indoor pool. Naked and thin swim suit shots needed a nice pool. There was a bathtub and shower that looked like it belonged in a mansion. My favorite, and the one we were using today, was the locker room. One side was the traditional lockers, with the benches in front. Oh, you could bend people over those benches. The other side was for today's shoot. A big shared shower. It had a large pole in the middle with six shower heads pointed out. The rear U of the room, meaning the back and two sides each had four shower heads. The front was open. It was a stage, right?

Remember earlier when you were imagining seeing Sophia or Ruby's nipples and clit through the thin fabric? Now take that same image and make the underwear wet. Or perhaps Orlando or Davis are more your speed. Wet. I had a ton of the outfits, so sometimes they'd dry off and put on a fresh set. I even had a hair dresser to dry and comb out their hair. Marty liked it when I invited her to shoots, for two reasons. The first was she really was a voyeur and enjoyed watching. The second was that she knew, just knew, she'd get fucked if she wanted too. Given Marty is 16, a cheerleader at the school, and has lucious B cup breasts, it's pretty predicable. She's one of my favorite models too. Oh, she and I were in the same outfits too. The thin cotton rubbing on our nipples and clits was heavenly.

I did the couple shots first. Each couple went into the locker room. They fooled around a little. Touching. Kissing. Fondling. You couldn't take the clothes off. If you wanted access, you pushed them out of the way. Push the bra up, pull the panties to the side, pull the panties down and hook under a cock. I started with Gabe and Carlina, not only because they were both sexy as hell, but because their chemistry lit up the room. Their love made them glow. Yeah, cliche, but it did. They started out kissing, and then Gabe slid his hands under Carlina's top and started rubbing her nipples. When he pulled his hands out, her little nipples were hard and pushing out the fabric. God that was nice. She rubbed him through his panties and we watched him get hard. She dropped to her knees and started licking his cock and balls, through the fabric. We all saw the wet spot grow, which made his panties transparent right at the head of his cock. Finally he couldn't take it anymore and he picked Carlina up, after hooking his panties under his balls. She pulled her panties to the side and he slid her down on his hard cock. He was actually holding her in his arms and lifting her up and down on his cock. Damn that young guy is strong. They were both moaning and the video cameras were catching it all.

Carlina reached back and pulled the lever to turn on the shower. It was aimed high, so it caught the side of their heads. His black curly hair and her blonde shoulder length bob almost instantly got wet, as did their faces. It took a moment to roll down their bodies, but then Carlina's shirt started to get wet. First one nipple, then the other, became completely visible through the wet fabric. Oh I was still shooting, but I had a hand in my panties rubbing my clit too. This was hot. Carlina went over, and made that O face. She moaned and bucked and kept cumming. Finally Gabe couldn't take it anymore and let her slide down to stand up. His cock popped out just as he started to cum. It was aimed right at her wet nipples. The first shot hit her chest, and started dripping down. She grabbed his cock and pulled up a bit, aiming it at her own face. The next three shots hit her in the face, then they weren't as strong, but added to her chest. Finally they just stood there as his cock softened. I saw something from the edge of my eye and Grace entered the frame. She was in the same white top, but with pale blue panties. She walked over and leaned down and started licking Carlina's face, and pushing the cum in with kisses. The she bent a little more and sucked Carlina's nipple in her mouth, through the wet fabric. She took her hand and started rubbing Carlina's pussy, and pushed the wet fabric inside her. Carlina was just moaning. Grace lifted her head a bit and started kissing Carlina, passing her the cum, while freeing her finger from the panties, and sliding it completely in Carlina.

Oh, that was all she wrote. Carlina went over again. And again. And again. While she was, Grace was still fingering her, but using her other hand to stroke Gabe back to life. Gabe was just enjoying the show. Once he was hard, Grace leaned over and grabbed the pole and pulled her panties to the side. Gabe got the hint and slid right in. Carlina actually sat down in front of Grace so she could play with Grace's nipples and clit. This was so fucking sexy and you know damn well I kept shooting. They were lost in it by now. After an incredibly long time, Gabe pulled out. He shot so far he hit Grace's hair, then just covered her back with cum. On his second cum! He leaned over and started licking and licking. Finally he turned he had her sit down, facing the shower pole. He turned on the water and started gently washing her hair. It was so sensual. Carlina sat in Grace's lap, facing her, and they started kissing. Once Gabe finished Grace's hair, he started on Carlina's. I kept him in the shot, and yes, his cock was still visible. He looked so contented, washing their hair. Finally they finished and he turned off the water. They took turns drying each other off. Then the shoot was over.

Orlando had just watched, not wanting to interrupt. He confided it was one of the hottest things he had ever seen. Grace came over and whispered something to him. He smiled and walked over and took Marty's hand. Oh yeah. He led her out to the same spot, and sat her down in the same spot Grace had been. He hooked his panties under his cock, but his was hard as a rock. He waved Elena over, to take the same position Carlina had been in. Then he waved Davis over, and pulled Davis' panties down to hook them under his BBC. Oh, Orlando stroked it a few times, and Davis returned the favor. It was a great shot, both with a hand on each other's cocks, and a slightly out of focus Marty and Elena kissing behind them. Orlando moved Davis over behind Elena, and he got the hint. Orlando turned on the water, instantly making everyone's clothes transparent. Orlando washed Marty's hair and Davis so gently washed Elena's. It was so sensual. Except this time, both men were hard. Very hard. Orlando moved a little to the side and offered his cock to Elena. Davis did the same and offered his to Marty. I kept moving to get the right angles for my shots. They were doing all this slowly, and sensually. The men used the hand shower attachments to rinse the girl's hair. They ended up spraying each other a bit. After a long time, it was clear both men were about to cum. They pulled out and both took a step closer to each other. Orlando reached down and put his hand around both of their cocks, and started stroking forward and back, stroking them both. Davis' BBC was on the bottom and Orlando's pretty impressive cock was on the top. Elena leaned in to lick Davis' balls and Marty did the same for Orlando. Finally they couldn't stop and both came. Davis' cock sprayed Orlando's balls, and Marty's face. Orlando's cock sprayed Davis's stomach, but it all dripped down onto Elena. The finished by stripping off and taking showers together, with everyone soaping everyone else. Orlando and Davis got hard again, but they said they'd save it.

Two amazing shoots done.

I bet you'll read my entries, won't you?

Auto insurance. Really?

Elena and I had hired the instructors. It was great fun. Oh, you want to hear that story too? Sure, why not. Remember the apartment at the track? Yeah, we used it. A lot. Most of the volunteer instructors still attended every graduation ceremony.

Wouldn't you?

Back to the instructors. We put the word out in our network for potential instructors. Our goal was retired or even active race car drivers. Mid-level drivers don't make a ton of money, so supplementing their income teaching in our program, given both the pay and the benefits, was a win-win. Oh, not that kind of benefits, although they were plentiful. I meant the housing, no taxes, etc.

Dionysus, remember?

Our first hire retired from his day job to take the train the trainer job, and teach too. Leo. Yes, that Leo. Oh we didn't actually interview him, but we sure did show him around town. I think we slept for a week afterwards. If you don't remember Leo, go back and read those entries. He was, well, special.

Leo helped interview the other three instructors. I think he was a draw. No, I know he was a draw. Our first hire was a driver in the European Rally program. We had zero experience with rallies, but once she described it, our first question was whether she could design a track. Yes, she. Why? Many rallies are over the road, so we could use our current track, but others have portions that are gravel and even dirt. Yeah, we needed some new track sections.

So let's introduce Tammy from Italy. Oh boy. Successful rally driver. Sexy AF. I love fast women and fast cars. Oh, that sounded terrible, but I'm an 11-year-old girl, so do I get a pass? Part of the interview is driving the NSX against Carlina, Elena, or me and she held her own. They were not her type of car, but she was good. Damn good.

Hired. Then entertained. In the apartment. With Orlando and Grace. And Tomas and me. Five on one. Hell yes Elena was there. Oh and I mean literally. All five of us focused on her. It was pretty damn fun.

There are only seven approved rally car models. Wait, that's the R5 class. There were five in the WRC class. They were faster. We bought two of each model. 24 cars. I think that confused Tammy, but she was learning the concept of roll with it. This was going to be a hoot. We didn't even know if we can reach the pedals, but we'll find a way.

So that's the first two instructors. Two to go.

Go back in your memory. Way back. Remember Dom? He was doing OK in racing, but wasn't top tier. He was top tier in other things though. I think he was disappointed that Morgan was married, but lots of us helped him get through it. Repeatedly.

That's three. Just one more, right? Two men, one woman. So what did we do? We went another direction. Another direction you say?

Oh yeah. Remember one of the favorite things our family enjoys? Have ever since Juanita joined the wider family?

OK, that was too big a hint, wasn't it?

Ana, from Madrid. Outstanding driver. No, we didn't import her for the job. She just graduated from high school. Here. At 15.

Ah, now you're getting it. Simply a beautiful girl. Dark hair, petite, firm B cups. 7-inch (18 cm)es uncut. Yeah, those things all go together for Ana. Hell, I didn't just want to interview her, I wanted her to move in.

Sparks, there were sparks. Oh, I'm getting ahead of myself, but she was great fun. Smart, funny, beautiful. We've been friends for a while, but she has a presence that does something for me and I think the feeling is mutual.

Did you hear me moan?

Wait, this was about our insurance program, but the training was critical to the program.

So why was I writing a journal entry about our insurance program? Other than the obvious fact that we had great fun hiring instructors, the real reason is our newest Dionysus residents.

Karter and his family. I'll bet you remember Cora and Semaj. Don't forget you can look them up at the bottom, but let's just say smoking hot and incredibly fun. We hadn't met Karter's wife Juliea yet. We understood completely where Cora's beauty came from. It's not that Karter wasn't attractive, but damn Juliea was, well, smoking. Think Cora, but a little taller and with perky C cups.

Remember when we found Karter and Jackson told us he was a freak? Yeah, he was bland compared to Juliea. Remember the clothes pins? Surely you remember the clothes pins. Chris? Austin? Oh come on.

Juliea was giving us a master class in BDSM. She had piercings everywhere. Now I didn't want any, but something about sucking her clit ring in my mouth.

Yeah, moaned again.

We started out with a class. Yes, a class. We had all kinds of classes. Why not? She taught us the importance of open communications and particularly boundaries. We all chose a common code word, which was just STOP.

Then she went with simple role play. She ordered some fun things for Bob and Amy's house too. Oh, you know they were in the class. We held it in their wrestling room. Yeah, they built one like at the school. She bought paddles and whips, nipple clamps, clit clamps (they were a thing!). She also bought more scarves, ball gags, handcuffs, and this weird contraption that tied you to the bed. Effective weird contraption.

Then the latex and leather. Oh I rocked leather. We all rocked leather. She had it custom made. I still wonder what the people making it thought when she ordered it in sizes for Carlina? Oh, and Nan. Nan was an amazing dominatrix. She might be tiny, but she was in charge. There was one time she tied me up...

Then Juliea took us to furniture. I loved the spread-eagle chair, which is just what it sounds like. Sitting in it or kneeling in front of it. Something called an adjustable horse. Oh it was adjustable all right. A couple of bondage tables. I liked being tied up. A lot.

Oh can't forget two of my favorites. One was something called a fucking machine. Yeah, it was pretty descriptive. You strapped into it and one or two dildos did their thing. In and out. In and out. Two you say? Oh, come on. Two. Get it? I'm pretty sure that a video of me using the fucking machine would be an Oscar winner. I do have the puffy thing going for me now.

The other was the Sybian. We had an entire row of Sybians. It looked like a health club, if you rode vibrators during your workout. Nan loved the Sybian.

Now do you understand why I started writing about insurance?

You do remember that Nan might be our new queen of exceptions, right? She couldn't handle very big ones, but the young boys loved to fuck Nan. She did have to punish them a lot, though. You haven't lived until you've seen a 4-year-old girl in crotchless leather getting pounded by a 7-year-old boy. Max, in particular, loved getting punished.

Oh, sorry, just had an orgasm. Just from writing this.

We were glad to welcome them to town. Let's just say Karter and Juliea were a hit at cocktail parties. And after.

Beantown bound

We were on our way to Boston. A big crew. We had essentially bought out the Lenox hotel for our group. Who all went doesn't matter that much for the story, but it was a great group.

You see Kevin was the guest artist for the Boston Pops concert this weekend. It was going to be Big Band plus Sixties music and it was going to be spectacular. Falco, Manela, Nan, and Cerni were coming, of course, since they were in many ways Kevin's adoptive family. Gina, of course. Kevin didn't go anywhere without Gina.

Our extended clan was coming too. Hunter, Hallie, Rylee, and me. Noah and Chris. Mom and Dad. Sophia and Morgan. Ruby, Tomas, Tavi, and Amara. Carlina, Gabe, Luca, and Tegan.

And that was just the beginning. Kevin was a little overwhelmed we all wanted to come. You can imagine the stupid money it took to get that many tickets, but we did, not just for the Saturday night performance, but for Sunday afternoon too.

Worth every penny.

I was also the only other person that knew the actual surprise. Somebody needed to help and I'm Kevin's big sister. You know I am.

Everyone was in their seats except for Kevin, Nan, and me. We were backstage, with permission. I was going back to my seat in a minute.

Nan wasn't. She was the surprise. If you've never seen a beautiful four-year-old in a stunning, custom-made, $6,000 ball gown, then you haven't lived. All black, with just a little red trim at the waist. Her long hair was in a French braid, and then up, in sort of a halo. If you didn't have context for her size, she looked like a small adult.

I guess that's what she actually was. Everything was ready, and I headed back to my seat. Manela leaned over and asked me where Nan was.

"She's staying with Kevin. They said it was alright," I said. That satisfied her. Gina gave me a funny look and I just smiled. She probably knew. Kevin wouldn't keep anything from her. We settled in and the curtain went up. There was a grand piano center stage, with a spotlight. Kevin was at the piano in a stunning tuxedo. What a transformation.

Sitting on the piano was Nan, with a mic in her hand. There was a second spot, focused just on her. I don't know the music well, but had sat in on many of their rehearsals and I knew what to expect. What I had heard was amazing, and it was just with Kevin and Nan.

Now they had the entire Boston Pops behind them.

The crowd quieted down and they started with a Glenn Miller Band song, A Tisket, a Tasket. The actual recording was performed by Ella Fitzgerald. Think that one through. Nan was channeling Ella Fitzgerald. Her voice was amazing. Her range was even better than during karaoke. This song is light and playful and was a perfect introduction to a tiny singer. It was amazing.

Then they swung into Motown. I'll Be There. One of Nan's specialties. The crowd went wild. It was incredible. Crowds at the symphony don't normally go wild.

Then they changed a little and really stretched Nan.

Aretha Franklin. Respect. Nan stood on the piano to sing this one. She played the audience perfectly. They were changing it up though.

Kevin and Nan both sang Sounds of Silence and rolled right into Let It Be.

Somehow Nan channeled Otis Redding. Her voice was so damn deep. Sitting on the Dock of the Bay.

Over two hours. Two hours.

Just Kevin and Nan, backed by the orchestra.

Finally they were done and Kevin stood up next to the piano. Nan was standing on the piano and was about the same height. They took a deep bow and turned and motioned to the orchestra.

I had never heard a crowd react like this. They wouldn't stop. Finally Kevin waved them down.

Then he held up one finger. The crowd noise swelled, then quieted. Another spot light came up and shined on three microphones. Camila, Taylor, and Ed walked out and up to the microphone. If you need last names, then I'm surprised.

Kevin played the opening bars of Bohemian Rhapsody. It opens with the background vocals, and Camila, Taylor, and Ed sang them.

They were the background vocals. Wow.

Nan sang the Freddy Mercury part. You could close your eyes and believe it was him. Nan pointed at the audience and waved us all to our feet. She held the microphone out pointing to us.

Oh, you know the audience joined in. It was loud, raucous, and amazing. As the song ended, she waved us all back to our seats. Kevin rolled right into Beth by Kiss. Their ballad. But she did it with the harmony of her guests.

But they weren't done. Oh hell no. Seriously?

Sweet Child of Mine. Guns n' Roses. The voice that came out of that tiny little body was simply incredible. You would have thought she was a chain-smoker. It was stunning.

With that, the lights went down and the house lights went up. Someone brought roses out for Nan and Kevin.

Just then, an announcement came over the loudspeakers asking everyone to quiet down.

Chris walked out onto the stage. The place quieted down.

"We're going to add a little spontaneity to the event," said Chris. "I'm Chris Hayden. Some of you might recognize my last name. For those that are interested, there is a reception in the main hall, for the benefit of the foundation. You're all welcome to join us. No pressure to donate. The costs are being covered by my generous parents. Oh, we won't turn it down though. All performers tonight, including the entire orchestra will be circulating. Thank you."

That certainly stunned the audience to silence. Slowly everyone got up and I'm pretty confident no one went home. The entire audience had been abuzz when Mom and Dad sat down. The chance to meet royalty had an allure.

Hot damn. Mom and Dad are freaking royalty and people seem to care. It is just so damn, well, weird. I went in with them all and met so many people and almost all of them treated me like royalty. They kept doing this weird head bob and saying Your royal highness. My biggest challenge of the evening was not laughing every time. The night was actually fun and I was surprised how many people knew of things that I had done. It ended up raising quite a bit of money for the Hayden foundation, so we all decided we would do this kind of fund raiser more. We did like parties, even if there was no, you know. We also got to meet some of the famous people that lived in the Boston area. Harrison had a home nearby and came to the concert. It was fun to see him again.

By the end of the evening, we were all pretty tired, particularly given the time change. We headed back to the hotel. Being our family, we didn't end up in the rooms you would expect. I had a pleasant time with Kevin and Nan, congratulating them. Repeatedly. Of course Gina was with us. I admit I love it when Gina fucks me hard. Then we fell asleep together. I didn't know where Hunter and Hallie were, but that was OK. I knew they were having fun and our relationships were all strong enough to love that.

We got up stupid early, since it was later to our bodies. I woke up when Hunter and Hallie came back into our room. Well, they certainly needed to congratulate Kevin and Nan too, didn't they? Yeah, Gina appeared to be congratulating Hunter too.

Off to the matinee and another party. The life of a princess.

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