28 February 2019

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To school we go!

I am the worst at posting. I am going to get caught up. Maybe. It isn't that I don't have things to post. Just busy. You know, running the military. Oh, you thought this post would be all about the reaction to the debate, didn't you? I supposed we could write about that, but given that there was very little reaction, it would be a boring journal entry. The discussion focused on how the rest of the world could catch up to Dionysus developing children. That's it. No one freaked out about sex.

Yeah, we were surprised. And pleased. So on to this entry. Hunter, Hallie, and Rylee and I talked about our future and did a ton of research. I think Ruby, Gabe, and Carlina motivated us. Well plus Sophia and Morgan, of course.

We were going to college.

I was studying military tactics. Rylee was in the computer science program although I think she could teach it. Hunter was following Morgan's lead into international business. Hallie was in law school.

Oh, and Elena was in medical school.

You didn't see that one coming, did you? I'll bet you're also confused about law school and medical school given we hadn't been to college.

We were all in grad school. We skipped undergrad. We spent two weeks at the university taking the final exams for every undergraduate class. They had underestimated the quality of our high school education. Oh and Rylee was in the doctoral program. She tested out of her Masters too. OK, there was some publicity associated with our group too. Look at the positive PR that NYU experienced. Oh. I never mentioned where we were going to school.

King's College. London. Finally our house in London was going to get some use. Daniel was going from a relatively quiet life with visitors to five college kids.

The oldest of which were 13.

He was rolling with it pretty well. After all, we were fun. Really fun. The day we arrived, we were surprised to find that he had redecorated five of the bedrooms for us. He had done such in-depth homework to ensure each was in the perfect style for each of us. Of course, much of that was for show. If we had friends over, we had to have separate bedrooms. Hunter and I were a couple. Hallie was our third, but often Rylee and Hallie were a couple. Elena laughed that she had the best deal because she was a free agent and got to sleep with anyone she wanted. Including Daniel. I'm pretty sure Daniel was happy about that. We did have a cock imbalance. Four girls, two guys. The other way worked better, you know, because we girls didn't have the same limitations, but Daniel and Hunter were up for it. Up for it. Get it? We would have to expand our friends network because, well, us girls wanted more cock.

When we first arrived, Daniel did welcome us heartily. I think he'd been saving himself because he satisfied all five of us. Five? Oh come on. You get where that last one went, don't you? Hunter liked it. OK, back on topic Leslie. Well, I guess good sex is always on topic.

Today was our first day. They didn't do orientation for grad students quite like NYU did for undergrads. They expect you went to college. We would figure it out. Given we were all in different programs we couldn't even study together. We were accelerating though so the program would move fast and we would be busy. The funny thing is that they were the most excited about Elena.

She is 11.

We couldn't all have planes at the house so we compromised and only made a deal to land one plane at school. I'm the only one that cared that much. I don't like being away from my plane. We were walking distance to school so if their schedules didn't match mine they could walk. Daniel could be their driver too. Dad bought us a Maybach limo for that. Dad can be a little pretentious sometimes.

Oh and I brought my F-77 with me. Did you catch that? Not a typo. Marry the VTOL capabilities of an F-61 with the space flight of an F-71, make it a little bigger, and you have an F-77. The research and development was moving at an incredible pace. Our use and deployment in increasing volumes was helping. So were our engineers on Vino. World class.

I didn't land on the quad though. They gave me a spot in the parking lot behind the main admin building. It is amazing what a major donation can accomplish. Oh, not for our admission. We earned that.

I'm rambling. I know. It was time to get dressed for my first day. It was a beautiful day so I was leaning towards a cute terry cloth romper. Part of me wanted to make a point in my uniform but I'd rather be the cute young girl than the officious officer.

My guess was that most of the class would be senior officers of their military attending while in their armed services. I was too but still. I'd bet a dollar they were all in uniform. I'd bet another dollar they'd be mostly men.

I would have won two bucks.

The entire program was only 22 students. Small.

I went with the romper and some cute sandals. Hey, I'm 13.

21 other students. Eighteen men. Three women. Good representation of nationalities though. I did laugh to myself, though. I spoke every one of their languages. The first class was in a smallish room. Think a conference room with us all around the table. I already knew the professor. I knew all the professors. They'd administered all my exams. They'd gone from skeptical of the rich girl to grudgingly surprised to downright impressed. All five of us had that same story.

I walked in with my pink backpack. Most of the other students were there. Mostly thirties and forties. All fit. All in uniform. Everything from one captain to some majors and colonels to one general. A one star from Germany.

The captain was a woman. The general was a man. Surprised?

I sat down and to a person they stared at me. Finally one of them challenged me. The general. Surprised again?

"Aren't you in the wrong room little girl?" he asked. Oh I hate being called little.

Time to stomp him a little. No, that time will come. Be polite Leslie.

"Thank you but I am in the right place," I replied, in German. It startled him but he was going to reply but another man jumped in.

"That can't be right," he said, in a distinctive accent.

"Sure it can," I replied, in Russian.

The professor had come in but was standing just inside the door, behind them. He was enjoying this as much as I was.

We went through four more officers in a similar vein. After all, they were not understanding my answers.

Mandarin, Hindi, Italian, Portuguese.

Oops forgot the guy from New Zealand. At least he was last and everyone understood my reply. Finally they professor went to the head of the table. We all knew he was a retired 3 star so they all jumped up and saluted. I was making a point. I stayed seated. I saw his smirk. He was going with me.

Finally I stood up. The professor saluted me.

"An honor to have you with us, General," he said. "Everyone be seated. We are going to clear this up quickly and once and for all. This young woman deserves to be here as much, if not more, than any of you. The fact that she had the confidence to dress comfortably for class and did not feel the need to show her four stars says a lot about her and even more about each of you. In this class you are peers. Fellow students. Team mates. You're out of your element and the hierarchy of the military doesn't apply. Get over it. Fast. No more uniforms. Most of you will have to go shopping so I'll give you until Monday. Did you even bring a uniform Leslie?"

I held up one finger.

"Oh, and if you're nice to her, she might take you into space in her F-77 that she parks behind the admin building," he added.

Bedlam ensued.

So freaking funny. The class quickly divided into two camps. Those that would easily accept me and those that never would. Well, there was another overlapping group that looked at me in an entirely different way, including all three women. Something to file away. Class proceeded and it was a spirited discussion. The professor set them up again as he chose the Olympic incident as the first topic for discussion. He knew. None of them did. You would think the light bulb would have gone on. It finally ended up with the general steadfast in his position that using kids was stupid. One of the women, the captain, was just as adamant that it was brilliant. Finally I jumped in.

"What would you have done?" I asked. He went through a lengthy diatribe about experienced pilots. Finally one of the other women laughed. Her light bulb had gone on.

"Are you a pilot?" she asked him. He puffed out his chest and told us he was the most decorated fighter pilot in Germany proudly flying the F-35.

She pointed at me.

"She would kick your ass," she said. Yeah everyone was looking at me. "Repeatedly. She's never lost a dogfight. Not one. Not in practice. Not in competition. She is the two-time Top Gun defending champion. Her team took one through four this year. All four of those pilots were in Tokyo. One of them won the men's triathlon the next day. He was 15. He was fourth at Top Gun. The third-place pilot was 13. Leslie here won for the second time. The first time she flew an F-22. She was 11. The second time she flew an F-35 and the fight lasted 85 minutes."

Yeah that got a gasp.

"She won, on fumes. The pilot she beat shot down the first missile in Tokyo. She was 11," she said. "Leslie. You up for a challenge match on Saturday?"

Why not? I just nodded.

"But he has to beat my flatmate first. She flew in Tokyo too. She is in medical school here," I said. She got the setup. I liked these women.

"How old is she?" smirked the General. "Is she 10 too?"

"No," I said. "She is 11. Although she is rusty in the F-35. She has her own F-77 now."

Hmm. Expected bedlam. Got contemplative silence. Then the professor laughed

"So what should he do?" said the professor. "Refuse the challenge with much embarrassment or get his ass kicked by an 11-year-old."

Oh we all stared at the General. Finally he laughed.

"This is all fun but my service would never allow me to use one of our F-35s for a silly challenge."

"That's OK," I said. "I have 12 of them. We don't use them much anymore." I decided to let him off the hook.

"This is fun but I'm here to learn. Why don't we table this idea for later in the semester. I have another suggestion. Why don't we meet at the FBO at Heathrow at 9 on Saturday. I'll have the big space plane and take us all up."

More bedlam. Most wanted to go but a few were hesitant.

"No one has to go, of course," I said. "But it is fun." Finally the entire group agreed to go. Eventually I would figure out they didn't trust me as the pilot.

"Is that really it?" I asked. "You don't trust me as the pilot? I hold the record for the most flights into space. The top 10 spots are all held by members of the royal family. The spot right behind me is held by our UN ambassador. I think she is trying to catch me. She is 7."

I shouldn't have. I knew it but I did it. I couldn't stop myself.

"Just wait until you fuck in space," I said. With that, the class was over.

All three women came over to talk to me. Oh they were touchy.

"So when do we get our chance?" asked the captain. Sometimes I am dense.

"Saturday. You know that," I said. They all just smiled at me.

Oh. Oh boy.

Medical school, of course

Cute though. I've got that Italian accent going for me. You know my Mom. Sophia. Imagine her at 11.

That's me.

Just like Leslie's program, mine was very international. Rather than military uniforms, my classmates wore the white coat. For some reason they didn't have them in my size. I wonder why. Our tailors in Nassau came through. Mine were just a touch nicer than theirs. I also had Daniel press mine every day too. Well not the same one. I had a closet full. Our classes were bigger so my class was in a lecture hall. The door was at the bottom so when I walked in you could hear the buzz that I was pretty confident was about me. Hey I was used to it. We did pretty spectacular things. Leslie had her parking spot. I had mine. Yeah I drove my NSX. You know I did. I was looking around when I heard a woman's voice.

"There is a spot next to me," she said. I actually looked behind me figuring she meant someone else but no she meant me. Ok that's cool. I sat down and she introduced herself as Elona. We had a nice laugh about that. She shook my hand and held it. She looked me in the eyes and yeah I got the vibe. She introduced me to the man on the other side of her. He was Ashish and said he was from Mumbai.

"Welcome to London. I look forward to getting to know you better," I said. In Hindi. Eyebrows to the ceiling time.

"Oh I do as well," he said, gently squeezing my hand.

So far I liked class.

But then the professor came in. Didn't know him. Wasn't going to like him.

"Little girl, it was nice of you to walk your sister to class but you need to leave now," he said. Given that Elona was black, I was a touch confused and just sat there. He got insistent. Well crap. Anonymity was not my friend. I stood up and said my name and assured him I was in the class. Any of us that flew in the Olympic incident were pretty well known, so I got a few gasps. He looked at his attendance sheet and must have found me.

"So you are," he said. Then he started the lecture. OK that went better than I expected

But then it didn't. He asked a lot of questions. Everybody was answering but he didn't call on me.

Then he asked a question no first year would know. Hell, most doctors wouldn't.

Dick.

So I answered it. Flawlessly. Then I asked him a follow-up question. Which he couldn't answer. He knew I knew and I knew he knew I knew.

That was a fun sentence to write.

So he kept it up. For 90 minutes. Until our first break. Almost every other question came to me and I knew the class didn't know the answers. I did. I liked to read. I'd read every text book for the entire course. No, not this course. All of them. For every year. I read journals voraciously. I don't think he did. We got back from break and he wasn't done.

"Well Miss Elena. You seem to know a lot, why don't you take my notes and teach the last half of our lecture," he said.

Dude, don't challenge me. I went right down front, took the notes, and waved him to a seat and gave the lecture. I encouraged questions. Every time a foreign student asked a question, I answered in their native language and then repeated it in English.

I laughed that Italian was first. Mandarin, French, Greek, Russian, Japanese, Swedish, Hindi, German, Slovenian.

Don't mess with me dude. After that last one, I asked the class.

"Did I miss anyone?" I asked. One student about half way up raised his hand. He didn't even ask a question.

"Swahili," he said. Damn that couldn't have been a better setup. We all loved the language. It was our go-to language when we were just having fun. It is so lyrical. I welcomed him to London and asked him if he would like to be in my study group.

"Are you kidding? I'd love to be," he said, in English, confusing everyone but me. Then he stood up and clapped. Then the entire class gave me a standing ovation. So I did a deep bow. Oops forgot the shirt I was wearing under my coat. Oh well. Got some nice gasps. That's encouraging. I realized the professor was clapping too.

"You may sit down," he said. That was the last time anyone treated me as anything but worthy of being in the class. In any class. Word spread.

I suspected the bow helped too.

Rylee's day was much different

Rylee here. My first journal and it's about school. Bummer. I can't believe we were all here. The five of us. But this was so cool. We were going to work hard and play hard.

Poor Hunter. I'm not sure he would survive.

My day was entirely different. For one, there were some other younger students in my PhD program. Well early twenties but young for a PhD. I also don't look quite as young as Leslie and Elena. I can pull off late teens if I want. Sometimes I want to. Anyway. The class was about 30 in a small lecture hall. Not that many make it to their doctorate. Class should have started but no professor. The door opened and a young woman came in holding a file folder. She called me down by name. It seemed the professor wasn't available and the Dean had sent her with his class notes to ask me to teach for the day.

Remember Leslie's crack about my being able to teach. She jinxed me.

But I loved it. Every minute of it. I loved to code and invent new things but teaching was amazing. I knew right then that it was my future. What blew me away was not one student questioned me. We did introductions and then dove into complex topics. Discussion was spirited and there was lots of laughter but everyone treated me with respect. Finally as class was winding down a student raised his hand.

"First I want to say you did an outstanding job. You are, bar none, the best professor I have ever had," he said. That got a burst of applause which was embarrassing.

"But I just can't resist and you don't have to answer," he said. Oh I knew the look in his eyes.

"How old are you?" he said. How should I answer?

"Thirteen, but I am wise beyond my age in so many ways," I said. Then I hit him with a killer smile. He understood. You know he did. I gave him credit, he asked me to lunch in front of the whole class.

I accepted.

Just then the same young woman came back in and said the Dean wanted to see me. I had an hour before my next class so that was cool. I followed her to his office. It was a nice view if you get my drift. I was going to like college. She ushered me right into his office. We had met, of course. He had helped set up my testing and had encouraged me to do the testing for my Masters too. I owed him.

"Rylee we have a problem and we are hoping you can help. It is quite a tragedy, sadly," he said. "The class you just came from is taught by an adjunct professor. He only taught two classes. The one from which you just came and the next one you have. A brilliant young man with a darling wife and two cute children. The tragedy is that the professor and his wife were killed this morning in a car accident. The children had just been dropped off at school and weren't with them, thankfully. Worse there is no family on either side to take them so they will go in the system."

No they won't. Trust me. They won't. I didn't say that but let him continue. And I was going to miss my lunch date.

"Our ask of you is whether you would consider teaching the classes. I know you're more than capable and only taking them because they are required," he said. "We would immediately award you credit for both classes so while there would be a workload that would be balanced by your not having the work to do. We have all his notes and materials so you could teach from that."

I am confident I confused him. I asked a ton of questions.

About the kids. They didn't even know yet. They were still at school and they were searching for even a distant relative. All he knew was that there was an 11-year-old girl and a 9-year-old boy and they were supposed to be brilliant. Ok I was going to fix this. I wasn't sure how but I told him that I would teach the classes but that I wanted to meet with the kids' social worker immediately. He didn't understand why and I didn't completely either but I had been with Bob and Amy enough to know this is just what you do. It was. He sent me off to teach and said to meet him back at his office at lunch. He would pull strings and have the social worker there for the three of us to have lunch.

Class went well. Surprisingly well. No one questioned me. I just said I was teaching for the day. No one knew yet what had happened. Finally it was lunch time.

Rylee's really going to do it

The lunch started well. The Dean helped by introducing me as one of his professors. The social worker, Martha, got a funny look but must have believed I was older and just looked young. Let her believe. I started by letting her know I was a member of the royal family, and a countess. We find that stuff hilarious but sometimes it has value.

"I am stepping in to teach his classes but have resources that I can bring for the children as well," I said. "Primarily financial but I also wanted to know more about what would happen to them. I know this is an unusual request but feel like I can help. I know you want what is best for the children."

"I admit we are in a difficult position," she said. "We have literally no capacity for two more children. None. I don't even know what to do with them tonight. I am afraid I will have to ship them to separate orphanages and if I do that it is highly likely that they will ever see each other again."

Well damn. As Amy says, in for a penny.

"As I mentioned I have considerable resources. I am prepared to fund a trust to provide for their care and pay for their expenses all the way through any graduate program they choose. I have already had the trust created in their name and funded it with an initial five million pounds." I slid the paperwork across the table. Daniel pulled it all off for me. They both gave me a shocked look.

"In addition, our embassy is quite near. I am in residence there with four other members of the university program. We have full-time staff in the embassy prepared to take responsibility for the children, at least temporarily. Our major domo is ex-military and cleared through MI-5 and MI-6, which should satisfy any required background checks. I have him waiting outside the room for you to meet. We are prepared to take the children tonight. They will each have their own bedroom. While we are open to alternatives, we are prepared for a permanent placement. Our King and Queen have personally agreed to be their sponsors. I have them available by phone."

OK I didn't have time to talk to either of them but knew they would be on board.

"Our research shows they would stay in the same school which would be good. Is there any way to make this happen?" I said. My risk was the Dean. If he outed me, it wouldn't work. Splitting up the kids. Shit. He didn't say a word.

She just beamed.

"That would be amazing. Simply amazing. From what you have explained I can personally authorize it and will. Would there be any way for you to go to their school with me? I think knowing they would be going with you would help," she said. I looked at the Dean and he nodded.

"Let's go," I said. With that, I introduced Daniel and he offered to drive us.

I think the Maybach helped. Their school was close by. Daniel chose to stay with the car as he was concerned about being too intimidating. He is a sweetheart but I got his point. The social worker explained the situation and since I was with her no one questioned me. Could this work? The headmaster sent someone to fetch the kids and they gave us the conference room.

Adorable, but...

The kids came in and were simply adorable. They just glowed and clearly loved each other. They hugged as soon as they saw each other. I sensed that more than a hug often occurred in private. Their escort left.

I pulled a chair around and faced them. I took each of their hands.

"Kids I am so sorry to have to tell you this but I am going to be direct. Your parents were both killed in a car accident this morning." They were upset but I caught the first emotions that crossed their face. Relief. Joy.

Rut roh.

Oh they pulled off the act. They were upset but I think about each other but there was something I needed to figure out. I explained they would come home with me and would be with me and my friends. I didn't say much more because of the social worker. They got their things and left with us. We dropped off the social worker and headed home. Everyone else brought home stories.

I brought home kids. Carol and Henry.

You know something? Not one of the others did anything other than welcome them into our home. We let them pick their rooms, which were right next to each other. We showed them where our rooms are.

"We usually sleep together," said Henry. "Is that OK?" We assured them it was.

You could tell it was overwhelming them so we did what every new parent would do.

We took them for a ride into space. What's the point of having a space plane at your house if you don't use it? We asked them what they wanted for dinner. They wanted hamburgers. Sure. There is an In and Out burger near the house in San Francisco. The time change worked too. I looked to see who would be there.

Amy and Bob. Well cool. I texted them to join us for lunch and told them I was adopting two kids. Do you know what Amy replied?

OK

You gotta love this family. We landed and Amy and Bob came out onto the roof. Amy whispered that they'd called Daniel and knew what was going on. Grief or not, meeting the King and Queen was cool. Amy even had a gift for them. Diplomatic passports complete with their picture. How she had pulled that off in 90 minutes I don't know but she did.

We had a glorious lunch and the kids even laughed. They actually seemed happy. Something was up. I'd find out. It was time to head home and I told Leslie I needed some time so she took it slow. You know. San Francisco to London slowly. Over an hour.

I decided to be blunt.

"OK kids what gives? If I am going to be your new mom than you need to be honest with me. You're happy this happened," I said. Did I say that? Did I really just say that? Guess I did. Carol caught it.

"Did you just say you were going to be our mom? But you're 13. We can't even figure out why they let you take us," said Carol. "We know everything about the royal family."

Busted.

"Yes, I did and I mean it," I said. "I'm an adult and a professor at Kings College. But let's just keep my age between us. Social services doesn't need to know." They quickly agreed. My family let the professor thing slide but they were going to ask. They proceeded to tell us a story remarkably similar to Leslie's except it was their mom that was the bad one. They were even honest that they liked it with each other and were still going to do it. She stuck her chin out when she said it.

It was adorable.

We can't top that

Hunter here, with Hallie. We have stories about our first day, but really, what's the point?

Rylee came home with two kids. Her two kids.

Pretty sure our story wasn't going to top that. She finally explained the whole professor thing. Also not that surprising.

Hallie stayed with Leslie and me that night because you knew Carol and Henry were going to climb in with Rylee. They were going to need the comfort.

But that's Rylee's next journal. Ours really is fairly mild. I'll let Hallie go too but in my case everyone basically ignored me. I'd had a growth spurt like Orlando so I looked young but not that young. I just fit in. Met some people. Some possibilities if you will. That's it for me.

What an ass, and not in a good way

Hallie here. Mine wasn't quite as smooth. My problem wasn't my age, although what was part of it. It was my gender. The professor had an issue with women. We started the semester with mock trials on my first day. I was the defense attorney up against the teacher's pet. You know the type. I don't think it helped that I tore him a new one and the judge dismissed the case. He didn't know the basics. I did. I also had case law to quote. Like Elena, I read ahead. I didn't even have to attack the prosecutor's procedural errors although there were many. He just didn't have any case law to quote.

I had a feeling he was going to be my nemesis. Everyone needs a good nemesis.

After class a small group came up to congratulate me. We formed a study group on the spot. I can read people, you know? No I really mean it. You've read a lot about reading people's minds. I don't mean that but I get a vibe about their interest and flexibility. I've never been wrong.

Three guys and one girl. We needed more guys. Before we went there though we needed to get Carol and Henry settled. That was most important for all of us. Daniel suggested something and we all liked it. The house next door was for sale. That would open up another place to, study, yeah study. He also suggested we should hire an actual nanny. Until they understood our world. The right answer was for them to go to school at home. Dionysus, I mean. We will get there.

Oh we bought the house. And hired the nanny that Daniel recommended. That interview is journal worthy too.

I guess I should at least introduce the nanny. Donnie. Daniel's identical twin brother. Did you know he had a twin? I didn't. They're really identical. I know. I compared their cocks. His background was perfect. He had a Masters in childhood development, from Kings College no less. He was also the single dad of two kids. Yeah, we were adding to the flock. The same ages as Carol and Henry, but opposites. Clive was 11 and Jolie was 9. Freaking adorable kids. Talented too. Oh, we broke the ice with Carol and Henry too. The fact that I walked into the living room of the new house and Clive was fucking Carol and Henry was fucking Jolie was a bit of a hint. I wasn't sure what to do, being one of the adults, at least to them, but Carol cleared it up.

"Why are you still dressed?" she asked. Well, that was easy to fix. Let's just say both Clive and Henry are pretty good with their cocks and Carol and Jolie had talents too. No, let's actually say that, because it was true. The other four of my schoolmates walked in while Clive was just pounding me, so they figured it out too.

Carol and Henry almost attacked Rylee. They wouldn't stop until they had her over the top several times and then Carol got below Rylee while Henry fucked her. Hard. Carol insisted that if they were going to really feel welcome, Hunter had to fuck her.

Hunter was OK with that.

Donnie and his kids moved into the new house. That made Donnie the house parent, so to speak, like Daniel was in our house. Who knew who slept where when? I know Henry loved to climb into bed with Rylee and me. We liked it too.

Did I really do that?

Rylee here. I get the pen back. To my complete lack of surprise, my kids did crawl into bed with me that first night. They cuddled against me and immediately fell asleep.

Not me.

What had I done? I know, I only signed up to help them short term but I couldn't do that. I just couldn't. But here was my dilemma. I could keep them here with me and that would be wonderful. They would go to the local schools and graduate at 18 like everyone else.

What a waste. I'd seen their records. I knew they could do more. A lot more.

Or I could send them home and put them in an amazing environment where they would both excel. That would be so much better for them. I met them today and can't imagine losing them. Move them home? It's tearing me up. But I had an idea. A completely and utterly crazy idea. You know how you go to cities and they have an American school? That's for the ex-pats and their kids.

What about a Dionysus school in London? Sure. I'll start an entire school in London in my spare time from being both in a doctoral program and being a professor in a doctoral program.

Sometimes I feel 13. Now was one of those times.

But I could do it. I could. There was one hurdle and it was a big one. The entire school had to be inside a consulate. It had too. It had to be our laws.

It had to.

I needed a partner. Someone to take the lead, but first I needed that big question answered. So I texted our foreign minister and told him I wanted to start an entire school and could he reach out to the British to see if they would designate it a consulate. Oh I waited until morning. He immediately replied. You know. Orlando.

Sure. Back to you soon. Not one question. I got an text in the hour.

Done

We got shit done. So I texted Bob, the king of Zillow.

I want to buy a private boarding school in London. Close to me. The bigger the better.

I got a quick reply.

OK. Back soon.

I got a text within the hour.

Found three. Realtor at 8 am Saturday. He will pick you up.

Then he texted me links to look at them. The first one was nice. Basically a converted mansion and nearby. Could handle about 25 kids. It might work. Small isn't bad. The second one was bigger. Multiple buildings. A dorm. It could handle about 75 kids, including live ins.

The third one was nuts. Just nuts. An entire campus inside the London city limits. Recently upgraded. Houses for groups of kids that would have house parents. It could handle close to a thousand kids at capacity. They wanted 400 million pounds for it and expected the buyer would tear it down and build houses. He sent the links to the articles that the city really wanted it to be a school as it was historic.

Come on Bob. 400 million pounds? Because I wanted a school for two kids I just met? Then I got another text.

Buy the big one. I'll be disappointed if you don't. Ask Jim to come run it.

I love Bob. I hadn't thought of Jim in a while. Oh yeah they had introduced me to Jim. An inspired choice. What the hell. What's the adage? Go big or go home.

I texted Jim.

Want to move to London and run a big boarding school under Dionysus law?

I'm confident he knew what I meant. The stories of the educational success in Dionysus were legendary. He is also perceptive so could read between the lines. I got a text back.

Yes. When?

I texted Ruby and asked if she could bring Jim over Friday so he could see the schools. She sent back a smiley face. I took that as yes. I sent a flurry of texts and it was all arranged. Jim would be here by midnight Friday night. We were rolling now. Sure enough they arrived on time. Ruby, Gabe, and Carlina came for the weekend. They can tell their own story. Jim and I had work to do. I had told Carol and Henry what we were doing. They wouldn't be boarding but some would. They were both excited since they knew all about Dionysus schools and confused that we would do this for them.

I distracted them by introducing them to Jim. It was quite a night and finally, balanced cocks. We ended up falling asleep with Henry spooning me and Jim spooning Carol. It was nice.

The kids do need to go to school, right?

Still Rylee.

They next morning we were up bright and early. Jim and me and our evaluation team. You know. Carol and Henry. Of course they were coming along. The commercial realtor arrived on time and immediately started talking only to Jim. He even suggested they meet privately without the three children.

Oh boy.

Everyone but me laughed.

"You are clearly confused," said Jim. "I work for her. She is your buyer. She is a professor at Kings College and these are her children."

He apologized profusely.

"I am sorry. You looked so young that I thought these were your siblings. I had no idea," he said. Didn't seem like the time to tell him I was 13. His car was too small but Daniel walked up.

"I'll be driving you today. Right this way ma'am," said Daniel. He even had a uniform with the stupid little hat. It was all I could do not to laugh. We followed him into the garage where the Maybach limo was waiting.

"Let's do them out of order," I said. "Let's start with the largest." Oh yeah, that got me a pleasant smile. We didn't drive far and pulled into a gated drive. The realtor had the code. I knew there were full-time caretakers, a couple, because Bob texted me we should keep them on. Cool.

The campus was amazing. It was like a giant park with brick buildings and athletic fields. Everything. It had been a small college that hit tough economic times. I had to slap Jim a couple times because he was grinning so much. We met the couple, Edward and Robyn, and they were wonderful. They would be huge in helping Jim. Finally we were standing in the kitchen. The kids went off with Edward and Robyn for a few minutes. Bob had taught me his tricks and I had the app.

"It is a beautiful property but wildly overpriced. The market is tiny and a buyer that wants to break it up will find huge opposition. We all know all of this. Our offer is 250 million pounds, paid today, occupancy today," I said. He scoffed and gave me a hard time but I had trained with the master. It was Saturday but he finally found the seller. Oh please. Talking in Russian wasn't going to help. He was pulling the same stunt as Bob's realtor in Montreal.

He covered the phone and insisted they wouldn't take less than 350. I plucked the phone out of his hand and put it on speaker.

"Your agent is insisting 350 is your lowest offer. I'm guessing he was going to pocket the difference," I said, in Russian. The agent went white as a sheet. Uh oh. I think he might have crossed some bad dudes.

"Perhaps I misunderstood as my Russian is not flawless," I said. Let them believe I was English. They quickly confirmed the 250-million-pound price and blood returned to his face. We closed the deal. We sent him on his way in an Uber. Edward and Robyn came back into the room with the kids. All flushed. Good for them.

I think I owned an entire boarding school.

Low man to Go man

Jim here. This is a hoot. Oh I'm sorry about Carol and Henry's family, of course. Yesterday I was a counselor of a middle school in Florida. Low man on the totem pole. The kid. They liked to call me the kid.

Now I was the headmaster of the Dionysus School of London. I seriously had no idea what to do. To my pleasant surprise I found out that Robyn had been the College president and Edward had been in charge of the curriculum and the Dean of the School of Science. They were thrilled with our plan and knew of the success of the Dioynsus schools. They were even happier when Rylee explained the unconventional aspects of the curriculum. Hell, I was too.

I was meeting a lot of people because Rylee told me I needed to spend the next month in Robertville learning the program. Edward and Robyn would be coming with me. Their two kids would come with us and so would Carol and Henry and Jolie and Clive. We would get them tested and get rolling. Mikka already had three teachers willing to move to London to seed the program. Rylee was going to set up Saturday job fairs and I'd come back for those. Oh. No one introduced Robyn and Edward's kids. 11 and 9, so they fit in well. Stan and Thurmond. Two boys. Rylee was happy because, as she put it, more cocks.

It was fantastic to see Bob and the family. I was even staying with Bob, Amy, and their twins. The rest of our group had an enormous house, complete with staff. Bob and Amy don't mess around.

I learned new things to do with s'mores too. I now love that tasty dessert treat.

Like I said, it was a hoot. Oh Rylee wants the pen back.

Overshot a hundred

Rylee here. This might be the world's biggest tangent. Went to college. Brought home two kids. Bought a school.

I'd been in school for two days. We started on Thursday.

I sent word out through the network. We needed everything. Teachers. Coaches. Dorm parents.

And students. We decided to start with a hundred kids. We would put them in the right grades and see what we needed. It turns out the network responded. Friends of friends, you know. We had over 500 applications for students in the first week. Over 300 applications for jobs. They knew the drill. We needed to interview the families. Both the students and the staff. We strongly encouraged referrals of low-income kids. If they understood our rules then we were good. We put in a sliding scale tuition program and encouraged diversity. The same with staff. Diverse. We subsidized housing for the staff too. I'll let Jim run with it but we were ready to open in six weeks with almost 300 kids. We overshot but that was good.

We did have six wrestling rooms. It was a big sport for us. No, not really, but we liked the rooms. Eleven-year-old Carol had been in year 6. She tested for year 10. Nine-year old Henry had been in year 4. He tested for year 9. Clive, Jolie, Stan, and Thurmond did equally as well.

Yes Carol and Henry still lived with us. That wasn't changing. The social worker even accepted that Dionysus was offering them citizenship. As she put it, quietly, to me, she got to close the case with a successful outcome.

I adopted them the same day. Bob adopted three kids at 22? Pffft. I was still 13. I was ready.

Shampoo

Morgan here.

Yeah, Morgan. I know, I know, I have been missing in action in the journal. Life is complicated, and full, and fun, but I haven't taken the time to write it down.

Sorry about that.

Dad insisted I post this one, because he thinks it's important. I see his point, although it is a little unusual. OK, that made me laugh. What isn't unusual in our lives? Oh this has nothing to do with London.

You've read posts before where one person shampoos the hair of the other. They're usually sitting down, and the other person is standing over them washing their hair. Yes, sometimes things happen, but it is the act of washing their hair that is important. Oh, it's not about clean hair.

It's about love. It's about caring enough about someone to do something so intimate, but not sexual. Oh, sex damn near always happens, but not always. The times you've read about have usually been traumatic or exciting, but it actually happens more often than that. It is sort of a family thing to do. If you're having a tough day, or sometimes an amazing day, you ask someone to wash your hair.

Sophia and I wash each other's hair all the time. Oh yeah, it leads to the bed. It's so damn sensual. As much as I love Sophia though, the person who I love the most to shampoo my hair is Orlando. There is just something about his strong fingers and the fact he is my brother that reinforces our caring for each other.

OK, I admit, his ripped body is nice too. So is the fact that when I am sitting there getting my hair washed, his rock-hard cock is right at mouth height.

Yeah, those usually end up in bed too, but often with Sophia. I love that she is OK with it and understands why it is important for Orlando and me. Chris and Leslie talk about it too. They shampoo each other, but Orlando, and sometimes Dad, is special.

Why am I talking so much about shampoo?

Because I realized this could be helpful. For the community. Yes, seriously. Have you ever just had a day that wore you down? Where you needed comfort? I have. I know you have. I'm blessed with people that understand and care for me, but even I sometimes would like comfort from someone that doesn't know everything about me and isn't a part of the situation.

A stranger that cares. Originally my thought was to set up rooms at the gym where you could go and experience this, and then I realized I didn't need to do that. There was no stranger danger here. There just wasn't. So I had Dad make it a part of the app. Sort of like Uber, but instead of a car service, someone will arrive at your house and shampoo your hair. I know this sounds a bit ridiculous, but it is not.

The way it worked is that anyone could mark themselves in the app as willing to do the shampoo. Like an Uber driver, you turned your availability on and off, recognizing that if someone asked, they were in a place in their lives that they needed it. Now.

We also set it up that you were not eligible to do the shampoo until you'd personally had the shampoo at least twice. Yes a giver can be a receiver and we thought it important that you understand the point and how to do it and that while you didn't have to let it progress farther, it could.

Now the risk here was that the only people that could start out giving shampoos was our immediate family, which means we were opening ourselves up to people that just, well, wanted to fuck us. Or get fucked by us, depending on who it was. That was a risk, but not a big risk, because people here just weren't that manipulative. It might happen but I thought it would be easy to recognize and you'd just do the shampoo and leave. Or just leave. I wasn't worried about anyone hurting anyone else.

It never happened. Maybe it would, but I sure hoped not. In our case, I was really not worried because there wasn't one of us that couldn't kick someone's ass, no matter how big they were.

Oh, you could also flag that you would only shampoo someone that was also approved. Meaning by one of us. That was really for the Carlinas and the Tegans. The age limits applied to shampoos too. The younger people that I damn well knew would participate. No shampoos for a 50-year-old from a 7-year-old. You could limit it that you would only shampoo people of the same sex or the opposite sex or a few other limitations. You had to be comfortable. I didn't have any limitations. The person requesting a shampoo could set their limits too.

They got it.

OK this was long and boring and confusing, but I was on my way to a house to do the first ever stranger shampoo. I was the only one in the app right now, although we had broadcast the availability on our local news channel and our website, but that it would start slow.

I was on my way to Lara's house. Her profile, and yes, everyone in the country has a profile, said she was 29, a waitress at Alpha, and her note, which you had to add, said she had just broken up with her boyfriend. We didn't need a lot of detail, but needed to know a little. Whatever you wanted to share. I drove over, since it was only about 20 miles. Pretty fast on a lazy afternoon where no one was on the road. Cars were pretty rare, so I could open it up a bit on the majority of my ride. I pulled into her driveway. It was a modest house, by our standards, but nice. They're all nice. I went to the door and knocked.

A young woman opened the door and her heartbreak showed so clearly. Her hair was tangled, she'd been crying, she was a mess.

That's why I was here. She started to talk and I held a finger to my lips. She understood. I stepped in and took her hand. I know Chole's designs well enough to find the master bedroom, so I led her there. I faced her and unbuttoned her blouse and pushed it off her shoulders. She was just wearing a man's shirt, which I was sure would be the ex-boyfriend's. Bad plan girl. That was all she was wearing, so she was naked. Holy shit. Don't think about it Morgan, just don't, but she was stunning. Medium height, athletic build and to my huge surprise -- puffies.

Just puffies. I knew she was in her twenties, but without knowing that, she could be anywhere from 9 to 39.

She was gorgeous. I thought she needed it, so I took her hands and pulled them to the hem of my T-shirt. She got the idea and pulled it over my head. She didn't need any more coaching, because she then pushed my shorts down, leaving me nude too. I actually heard a little intake of breath. Well good. I led her into the bathroom and had her sit on the stool at the vanity table. I don't think I was doing it on purpose, but maybe subconsciously I was, but I leaned in to start the shower, which gave her a bit of a show, right to what I knew was my very, very wet pussy.

I got the shower to the right temperature and took her hand and had her sit in the shower. Every shower had some form of seat. I took the handheld shower and wet her hair, which trickled down onto those puffies. I put the shower head back and took the shampoo and liberally squirted it in her hair.

And then I washed her hair. From the top, all the way down her back. Her hair was incredible and went all the way down to her amazing ass and yes, her ass was amazing. We didn't talk, but I started to get cold, so I aimed the shower head and the warm water to hit us, below her head. It was so damn sensual, but I had a job to do. I knew I was putting on a bit of a show, but there is no way around that when you're standing, naked and wet, in front of her.

I used my fingers to work through the tangles and took my time. We were in there for a long time, but finally it was time to get out. I turned off the water and grabbed a big towel and dried her off.

That's a part of the experience. Once she was dry, she grabbed a towel and did the same for me. I think I had a little orgasm. It was so hot. I led her over to the vanity table and made her sit on the stool.

It took a long time to brush that lush hair, but I was determined to do it. Once it was completely tangle-free, I carefully braided her hair into a long French braid. It was beautiful.

Finally we were done and she stood up. We were at least an hour into the process, if not two. She looked me in the eyes and was clearly hesitant, but I gave her a quick smile and she leaned in for a kiss. I didn't have to and she didn't have to, but it seemed like she needed it. I sure as hell wanted it. I returned the kiss and then took her hand and led her to the bed.

Now I had to actually talk. I wasn't going farther until we did. I needed to be sure she wanted this and wouldn't have issues after.

She answered me by rolling over and kissing me and letting her hand trail down my body. She caressed my nipples, then my stomach, and then gently stroked me, avoiding my clit. The girl version of Orlando's skills. She gently put one, then two fingers in and made love to me with her fingers.

Finally she brushed my clit.

Oh God I came. Hard. So hard. Once I settled down, I duplicated her moves. Every single one of them.

The fact that she squirted felt like a milestone.

We laid there and she cried a bit, but then I could feel her strengthen. It's hard to explain. She sat up and turned to me.

"Thank you," she said. "I'm over it. Completely over it. I don't know how or why, but what you did for me is something I will never forget. I am absolutely going to sign up to do this for others. It was incredible. I know you didn't have to take it this far, but I sincerely appreciate that you did."

"You fixed me and I will be forever grateful," she added.

With that, I gave her a light kiss and got dressed and left.

I was confident now that my idea was a good one.

It was great sex too.

Gabe got it too

Gabe here. No one understood Morgan's idea better than Carlina and me. It was such an integral part of our relationship, and we had extended that to Luca and Tegan too. In fact, just last night, Luca was a little down. Not unhappy or upset, maybe just tired, but you could tell he was a little off. Tegan asked him at dinner if he'd like her to shampoo his hair. We all understood the significance.

"That would help," said Luca. "But would you be offended if I asked Gabe to do it? I just need my brother." Tegan gave him her best smile.

"How would that ever offend me?" asked Tegan. "We're a family."

Yes we are.

I stood up and held out my hand to Luca. He took it and stood up, but he waved Tegan and Carlina to follow us. Sometimes we did that. An audience. Sometimes participants. Always together in the bed after.

Some of our best sex.

We didn't bother with the preliminaries, but all just stripped. By the time Luca and I had, Carlina had the water running and the perfect temp. We stepped in and he sat down. I started lathering his hair and I could just feel the tension leaving his body. We both got hard, but he didn't do anything. Sometimes you do, sometimes you don't. We went through the entire process, and it takes a bit of time, with Carlina and Tegan just standing outside the shower watching.

Naked, of course.

When we were done, we dried each other carefully. Luca reached over and took Carlina's hand, which surprised us all, but was just fine. But he didn't lead her away. He pulled her hand over and passed it to me.

Then he took Tegan's hand and motioned us to follow. We all laid down on the bed, with the girls facing each other and made love. Slow passionate love. Luca to Tegan, me to Carlina, while the girls gently kissed.

We cemented our love for each other.

Finally we both filled our partner and they rolled on their backs, expecting us to clean them up. Luca motioned at me.

Oh, I got it. We moved and I cleaned out Tegan while he cleaned out Carlina. He was making a point and it was a strong one.

We're not two couples. It's the four of us.

The girls kept going over and, of course, we got hard again.

So we fucked. We didn't make love, we fucked. Luca fucked Carlina and I fucked Tegan.

When we finished, we traded again and cleaned out our partners. Yes, we were a foursome, but we also had a partner too.

It made sense to us.

All because of a shampoo. See how powerful it is?

Restoring old glory

Leslie here. Another change in direction.

Our 747 has a new job. The poor girl wasn't getting much use anymore. That whole less than the speed of sound thing limited her use.

I missed her. Flying was transformative for me. My accomplishments were unique, at the time. You know, two years ago. Now they're decidedly run of the mill. Ah well, progress.

So back to her new use. Have you seen photos of the 747 with the space shuttle on her back? I'm sure you have. I had a new hobby and it comes into play here. I find old military aircraft fascinating. Unfortunately very few of the older planes have survived and that's a shame. I'm sure you have also seen photos of airplane graveyards in places like Arizona that are very dry. That comes into the story so bear with me.

I found a soulmate in one of the engineers, Watkins, on Vino. He loved them as a passion. I loved his name too. Watkins. So very formal, for a fun-loving guy. Yeah, fun, got it? We would get together and talk about them whenever I was on Vino but I decided to do something about it. He helped me design a mounting platform that was more general purpose. Think the space shuttle if we could transport just about any airplane regardless of its size or condition. It could be an old P-51 fighter or a giant B-52. Seriously.

He also designed a giant crane that could fold up like a transformer and fit in the cargo hold. It was very self-contained and our testing showed it was outstanding.

Watkins and I worked with Marco, Lance, and Matt on modern restoration techniques that could be applied. Our goal wasn't a cosmetic restoration.

We wanted them to fly.

Given the project was formally under the Dionysus Air Force, we were finding governments willing to work with us. We were not restoring for the benefit of others. We wanted to buy the planes. We were going to have air museums on all the islands that had resorts. We did plan on loaning some out because my goal was to have too many. We don't do things in a small way.

Now back to Arizona. Watkins and I were on our way to Arizona. We were in my F-77 not the 747. Our various pilots would do ferry runs when we were ready but I had negotiated that we could park our works in progress at the Arizona graveyard until we were ready. Each restoration was time-consuming even though we had hired a pretty big staff.

We landed at the facility and were welcomed by the facility director. In a golf cart. Well we did have a lot of acres to cover. He introduced himself as Jerry.

"I am not quite clear who you are but I was given the direction that any aircraft here was available to you. That surprised me, since we have some pretty rare and unusual planes here," said Jerry.

I explained a little. The news of Dionysus didn't seem to have had a huge impact here in the Arizona desert but he did know anything was fair game. We explained our plan and he got really excited.

"You can afford to do that?" he asked. I was pleased that he hadn't even asked my age.

Ok, Watkins laughed. "We flew here in her F-77. I work for her. She owns the plant that makes all the hypersonic and space planes," said Watkins. "She is also the Minister of Defense and a princess." I hated that part but I gave Jerry huge credit for his response.

"Cool," said Jerry.

"We have no idea of your inventory," I said. "We will come back to that but I'll bet you know the top planes you would like to see restored. Can you show us?"

Jerry gave is a huge grin.

"Damn straight I do. I know the provenance of every plane in the facility," he said. Oh cool. A fellow admirer. He hopped into his golf cart and I sat next to him. Watkins got in the back and off we went.

The first plane he showed us was Curtis A-8 attack bomber. Entered service in 1932 and retired in 1939. Only 13 in service.

Very freaking cool. Definitely on our list.

Next he showed us a Douglas B-23 from 1939. Only 38 built. Also very cool. We would do some of the more common planes too but wanted to ensure some of the rarer planes were preserved.

He kept showing us cool planes. A 1950s Boeing B-50. A big four-engine plane.

A Lockheed F-117 stealth bomber.

Then we turned the corner and there it was. My dream plane. An SR-71 reconnaissance plane parked right next to its predecessor a U-2.

Damn.

I asked him to stop.

"I want these two. First," I said. "I'm flying a damn SR-71."

"I'm not sure they'll let you have those two," said Jerry. "They're still pretty heavily classified. The U-2 is still in service, although this is a very early model." I assured him it wouldn't be an issue. He quickly checked and was told again that we could have anything, even experimental planes.

We continued on and I admit I added some more conventional planes to the list. Jerry kept a list. Watkins would do all the work to transfer title to us and we would ferry them as we had room. Just then we heard an approaching plane. I knew what it was but Jerry didn't. He was surprised when it landed until I told him it was ours.

Yep. Tom and Jess in the old girl. She looked a little ungainly with the platform on top but still a beautiful plane.

"That's your 747?" said Jerry. "What's that on the top?" Just then the ramp dropped and Watkins climbed up. Before I could answer he drove the crane down the ramp and started the transformation. It is a sight to behold. What looks like a big flat truck, designed to just fit in the hold, unfolds itself to be a surprisingly tall crane. There was electronic counterweight tech that was still experimental but worked really well. We could safely pickup and transport a huge plane and drop it on the transport platform.

Our 747 could actually transport another 747. Heck it could fly a giant C-5 if we wanted to. Not very fast and not very high, but we could.

Tom and Jess walked down the ramp and we did the introductions.

Then we followed Watkins as he drove off in the crane. He knew me well and drove straight to the SR-71. He lowered the attachments around the plane. They were basically a giant set of straps. Tom, Jess, and I positioned them properly. Watkins took up the slack and effortlessly lifted the plane off the ground.

"That is too cool," said Jerry. "I need one of those. Moving planes here is arduous."

OK, we would build him one but I didn't tell him that yet. We followed Watkins as he slowly moved the SR-71 and then lifted it and settled it on the transport platform. He hit a button on the remote and the 747 did a transformation too. One set of attachments found and locked down the landing gear. Several sets of wide straps came out, went over the smaller plane, latched, and then tightened down. You could see it settle down on its landing gear a little. In about 10 minutes, Watkins declared it ready to fly.

"Do you want me to attach the U-2 also?" asked Watkins. I just smiled. He took off again and we followed and helped. Twenty minutes later they were both latched down and we watched them take off. They were flying as far as Florida and would overnight and then head to Vino tomorrow.

I had to laugh. They were going to stay in the apartment in our hanger. Back to the basics for sure.

"Did I actually see that happen?" asked Jerry. "In less than an hour you attached two planes to a 747 and they took off."

What could we do but smile? We finished up our bomber list. We were coming back tomorrow for fighters. I hadn't even considered where we should spend the night. Given we were in my F-77 it could be anywhere but why not see what was open particularly if someone interesting was there too. I looked and there were several West Coast choices but we finally decided on Napa. Baby was free so I signed up a couple rooms. Then I texted Ellen and she said most of her swim team was around. She promised to make dinner reservations for a big group. Pretty much anyone that wanted. With that we took off and minutes later landed. I loved that part.

A night in Napa

It turned out a lot of our Napa friends had other plans or were gone, so it was a pretty small group. That was OK. Ellen and Jared, from the swim team, Lucy, Lily, and Paul, who were all caretakers for the houses. Seven is a nice size group. Four cocks, so I liked the balance. Four? You remember Lily, right? We were headed to The French Laundry for dinner. Seven only required modest stupid money, although it is a 3-star restaurant in Michelin's ratings. I'd dragged Watkins into the closet room to get him appropriate clothes and had picked a nice dress for me. Yeah, that took a bit. All the closet rooms have such soft carpet. Watkins was a cute engineer nerd, and in just OK shape, but had a nice thick 7-inch (18 cm) cock and some serious skills. OK, when we first met he wasn't particularly skilled, but I'd trained him. Just as he came in me, Lily walked in. She gave us a big smile.

Then she dropped her sundress and Watkins gasped. He actually reached out his hand, while still inside me. She waved him off, and then pushed him off me. Yes, her cleanup skills were impressive. She wiggled her ass, and Watkins was hard as a rock, again. She stopped cleaning me out long enough to say "top left drawer". Yes, that's where we kept lube. By the time he slid in, I was cleaned out, so I rolled and got on my knees.

We all love a train. Watkins pounded, which made Lily pound me, which made me moan. Neither one lasted, which didn't surprise me. I rolled back onto my back and Lily cleaned up again. Watkins made sure Lily was clean too.

We finally walked out, properly dressed, to the laughter of everyone else in the group. Yeah, well, what can I say? We had a glorious dinner and Watkins got to know everyone. We headed back to Ellen's house and finally crashed. It was late for us. I don't even know where Watkins slept. I joined Ellen, Paul, and Jared.

Oh we had fun.

Planes. More planes

Watkins and I had breakfast before we left and talked about what else we wanted. This facility was cool but I wanted other, older planes. I was going to put Alfonso on that task. Even so there were 32 different planes they had that I wanted. In a number of cases I wanted a collection of them either to assemble working planes from parts or because, well, I wanted more than one. One of our other quests involved finding everything that had been removed from the planes. Much of the electronics was removed and anything confidential at the time was removed. So was all the armament.

I wanted them all. Heather had used her contacts and discovered that we needed two different warehouses. One was in Virginia, outside DC. It was an enormous warehouse with all the removed electronics. I was a little surprised they had not been destroyed and but was excited they were still around. The second was in central New Mexico. Believe it or not they had kept all the missiles and more for the planes. No wondered it was in the middle of New Mexico. I didn't need them live so we would need to safely disarm anything that wasn't already. Well maybe not for the newer planes. Might as well leave those live. You knew I liked to blow shit up.

So here was the problem. There were two giant warehouses with no inventory of any kind. Oh boy. I put Alfonso on that too. I would cover the cost but we needed an actual inventory. For the warehouse outside DC, I made them a stupid offer for the entire contents. They were in love with the idea of an empty warehouse and quickly agreed. Alfonso was arranging to have it all moved to a nearby warehouse but came up with a better idea. He got them to agree to a warehouse swap. We bought a similar but nicer warehouse nearby and swapped titles. Voila, we had it all in our warehouse. Alfonso was on a quest to find retired engineers that could catalog the equipment and, better yet, repair what we needed. In 48 hours, he had a team of 12 working full-time. He told me they were all thrilled and excited. I loved it. He ended up with a similar team in New Mexico.

Now we had to figure out what to do with all the planes. Watkins was arguing we only needed a facility to work on a few planes at a time and could leave them in Arizona.

He didn't know me well.

I wanted to bring at least 20 at a time.

We compromised on 20 at a time. Ok maybe we didn't exactly compromise. I texted Kyra that I needed a large climate-controlled hanger on Aether and Vino. I told her to build them large enough for twenty 747-8 planes each but to add height for a crane. She suggested integrated ceiling cranes. I left it to her. She promised to get crews on them immediately and thought she could have them both done in a month. It was pretty simple cinder block construction according to her.

Do you remember Kyra? When Jesse stepped into the MD job at Alpha, she took over all construction world-wide. It turned out that Jesse loved his new job. Who knew?

I shared this all with Watkins.

"Twenty 747s, huh?" he said. "So 50 or more smaller planes?"

"Oh gosh, I hadn't thought of that," I said, laughing.

We left our list with Jerry and the ferries started. Watkins and I flew to Vino to scope out our first two planes.

This was going to be great fun.

It turned out that our efforts got some attention in the old military plane world. We started getting leads for other planes but also tons of questions on whether we were hiring restoration crews. It had started as a fun hobby for Watkins and me but once we crossed the 50-plane threshold that seemed a bit impractical. One thing we had was money so we started recruiting to both facilities. We found a surprising number of the right people. You know. Every different skill. Many, if not most, were retired and living on a fixed income. Not anymore. Now they had nice houses and a great salary to do something they had dreamed of. They were a surprisingly sexy group of retirees too.

I liked that.

Oh I was still really involved. I spent many afternoons working on a beautiful old plane. It was cathartic and I learned so much. A lot of family members got involved but nobody more than Luca. He loved it. He also decided to build a museum at the casino on Eros and the casino he was building on Vino.

So 24 days after it arrived on Vino, the SR-71 was ready to fly. Three days later the U-2 was ready. A week later a second plane of both models was done. Yes four planes in the first month and both hangers were done and darn near full.

Alfonso had used the military archives to track down as many former pilots of both planes as he could. He figured out that most were still on the East Coast. He found a large hanger at Reagan he could rent and invited them all to a party at our expense. What he didn't tell them was that a flight surgeon would be at the party to renew their flight certificates.

If they were healthy enough and wanted to, we were going to let them fly again. One of our U-2 planes was a rare two-seat trainer. In the SR-71, they could ride in the RIO seat. The back seat. If they weren't flying it. We were also going to have a number of F-71 and F-77 fighters and would take anyone that wanted to and was healthy enough into space.

That was actually easier as being a passenger didn't require much. In a wheelchair but reasonably healthy? You still got to go into space.

We felt like it was the least we could do for these patriots.

We were surprised how many of the pilots were still with us given many flew over fifty years ago. They were young then but not now. In the end we found 31 pilots and all accepted. We invited their families too. We ended up with over 300 people invited. Joe D was coming as was Heather's successor. Heather was coming too.

We didn't tell anyone about our special guest that would be attending. You know I'm sure. The President, of course.

A lot of us put in hours on both planes. We wanted to be safe and hell it was fun flying Mach 5 in a fifty-year-old plane. It was a freaking antique compared to our planes. We invited a lot of our F-77 owners to come too for the rides. Amai, Gabe, Carlina, Pari, Morgan, and Sophia all came in an F-77. Ruby, Chris, Luca, and I flew in the restored planes. All nine of us had seat time so we could rotate. Orlando and Mom both flew one of the larger space planes which gave us flexibility.

Every flight was going to have a chase plane to take pictures. Everyone was going home with a picture of themselves in an SR-71 at altitude. Damn straight.

The party was all day Saturday so we flew in Friday morning and were going to spend the weekend at The Falls. Barb still lived in the guest house so we saw Barb and Davis too. We sure didn't use The Falls enough but Barb said it was always busy with people bringing their families to tour DC. Cool.

The weekend at The Falls was amazing. Oh my.

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