28 July 2019

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Ruby's dinner party

Ruby here. I never told the story about our dinner. Dora told about the parents in Paris. What she didn't mention is that they all spent the night. All four kids were confused and surprised that their parents were leaving them with us.

Incredible sex will do that to you. Remember we had Dusan and Vesna, who are 11 and 17, plus Callum and Ciara, who are 10 and 7. How handy that all the ages worked with ours. We had kept it small, so just my four, plus Gabe's four. So, twelve of us. Dinner was amazing and the four newcomers fit in so well. They all had a snarky streak. It was fun to see Dusan and Vesna. They might be six years apart, but they clearly cared about each other. Dinner was winding down and it was Ciara that set the tone.

"Come on. We're on a Gamma vacation. When are we going to fuck?" said Ciara.

Now, Ciara, right now. We let the four newcomers draw straws. They got to pick one partner, then the order reversed, and they picked a second. Four threesomes felt about right. Vesna got to pick first and she picked Amara. Amara was surprised, but I wasn't. There were sparks there. Yay for them. Ciara went next and picked Luca.

"It's a guess, but I think he'll have the biggest cock. They should have all stripped before we picked. I'm good though. You're a hottie Luca," said Ciara. Yes, he sure is.

Callum was next and picked me. How sweet.

Dusan was up last and picked Tegan. He got to go again and picked Carlina.

He had no idea what he was in for.

Callum picked Tavi. Good choice. That passed us to Ciara who picked Gabe. That left Tomas as the last pick and he went with Vesna and Amara. Vesna would be pleased but I was not going to let him live down being chosen last.

You wouldn't either. Be honest with yourself. We gave them the choice of bedrooms or in public, which is how we found ourselves on the back lanai, looking over the water. Did you know that the wrestling mats handle the outdoors pretty well? We had a big padded area just for situations like this.

So, it was Callum, Tavi, and me. I have no complaints. Callum immediately suggested a train, with him in the middle. Tavi had grown, so his 8-inch (20 cm) uncut cock was going to be a stretch. Callum was thrilled. He was pretty talented too. He clearly liked giving and getting oral, and he got me off several times. He went off and then Tavi did.

That left Tavi and me with cleanup and we did it well. I can't comment on any of the other groups because I was distracted, but we ended up with twelve pretty sticky people. It was a great time for a flying leap into the Mediterranean.

We have quite a life. Oh yes, all twelve of us spent the night together, on the wrestling mat, looking at the stars. I ended up falling asleep cuddled up to Amara with Dusan cuddled up to me.

Hunter's buying binge

Hunter here. I think this might be my first actual post.

Leslie, Hallie, and I liked sexy. Oh they are sexy and they tell me I am too, but I mean the way you act and dress. For such a military focus, Leslie likes to dress sexy. Often it is under her clothes. She loves lingerie. Sometimes it is her clothes. She rocks what I think they call a bandage dress. I think I have that right. I remember the day she wore one to class. She was feeling frisky that day and thought she'd shock her fellow students. She loved a UK designer called Bordelle. She wore it around the house and sometimes out on the town but had never worn it to class. A lot of famous musicians and actresses wear it and they're pushing it. It all has a vaguely bondage feel too it.

So, she went to class in what they call their Bondage-belle top with a matching tight, short skirt. She laughed that it was just about the only one she had that wasn't see-thru. Oh, you should search for it. It is smoking. Oh, she wants the pen.

Leslie is a naughty girl

Leslie here. Sometimes I'm a naughty girl. Yeah I wore that outfit to school one day.

At least now they were all out of uniform. No, not that way you perv. I just meant they were in regular clothes. Most of the men wore suits, with ties. The women usually wore nice slacks and a modest blouse. What I wore depended on the weather, although the classroom often got warm so I regularly wore less clothes than the weather would suggest. Mostly I wore rompers. My go-to option, you know. I did have some pretty slutty ones but hadn't gone there yet. It was the first nice day of spring and I don't know what came over me.

I woke up feeling slutty as hell and even though Hunter and Daniel tried their best, along with Rylee and Hallie, I was still freaking horny. I couldn't do anything about it and needed to get to class so took a quick shower and went in to change. That's when I saw it. I'd just gotten it and hadn't even worn it yet. The skirt was so tight it was hard to even walk. The bodice accentuated my new B cups quite nicely. I tried it on, telling myself I just wanted to see how it looked.

Oh, it looked good. Kind of a go to a sexy club look but then I realized I was running really late. Oh, I had time to throw on shorts and a t-shirt, but I didn't.

I pulled on some sexy shoes and headed to class. No one in the house said a word. At that point I don't think they were going to challenge me. I was really late at this point and flew over and almost ran to class, which was hard in sexy heels and a super tight skirt. I made it though. I walked in and everyone was standing around and talking and the professor had clearly just gotten there. Of course, my coming in caused everyone to turn their heads.

And stop talking. I heard several gasps. I saw a number of cocks almost instantly tent out their owner's pants. Maria was in a fairly tight t-shirt that I now knew didn't include a bra, because those nipples popped right out. I held my head high and sat in my normal seat.

No one said a thing. I had to control my laughter because almost every guy had to adjust themselves. Hey, it would have hurt. Even the professor, although I'd always gotten a vibe from him. Too bad this wasn't Dionysus. Powerful young women are a turn on, right?

Oh, and he was going there.

"So, Leslie," said the prof. "I am sure I shouldn't ask, but to what do we owe this beautiful outfit?" OK, at least four people moaned, one of whom was a woman. OK, how do I play it?

"I have no idea what you mean. I just threw something on to come to class," I said, with my sweetest smile. Everyone let it drop at that point, but I saw at least two guys rubbing themselves during class and I know what an O face looks like. The fact that he didn't get up at break told me everything. I finally got why he was still a little antagonistic to me. I turned him on and in his culture he didn't know what to do about it.

I might have to make an exception to my no classmates rules and rock his world. OK my no male classmates rule.

Finally, we got to our dinner break. He was kind of stuck. Hell, he had to need to pee by now. He got up and held his notepad in front of his crotch. I couldn't blame him. I understood he was embarrassed. I was going to use this as a teaching moment though. I walked right over to him and took his arm and steered him out the door. I escorted him to the restroom because I absolutely knew he had to be dying. They were unisex single person bathrooms and I took him to an entirely different part of the building where I knew there wasn't a class. OK, OK, yes I'd fucked in that restroom before. Why do you think I knew about it? I said no classmates, not nobody.

I pushed him in the bathroom and followed him in and shut the door. His eyes got huge. I took the pad away and yes, his crotch was dark but not that much. It wasn't as obvious as he thought.

He clearly didn't know what to do.

"Pee. We both know you have to. It is nothing I haven't seen. We need to talk too," I said. He still just stood there, so I took the initiative and led him over to the urinal. He was in a bit of a state of shock. I unzipped his pants and fished out his cock. Yeah, hard. Hey, I'm Leslie. At least standing up he would be able to pee and my goodness he did. Flood gates open. He peed and peed. He even closed his eyes. When he finished, I grabbed him again and shook it off and his eyes popped open. I led him over and sat him in the chair in the corner.

"We're going to talk, but not yet," I said. He was sitting there with his hard cock in the wind. I turned around and hiked up my skirt.

You didn't think I was wearing underwear, did you?

I sat right down on his cock. Yeah, he moaned. I pulled the bodice of my top down and took his hands and put them on my breasts. Culture or not, he was fucking a hot young thing and got into it. I was bouncing away. Oh, he didn't last long, even for his second time. I could feel him swell and hopped off and leaned down. I got him in my mouth just in time and swallowed it all.

We didn't want another mess.

We got dressed and I took a little water from the sink and splashed it on him. Now it just looked like he had dripped when he washed his hands. Much better.

He was still in stunned silence but found his voice.

"I apologize for the way I have treated you," he said. "I have been inappropriate, and I realize that it was mainly because of an attraction to you. I will be more professional. I also know you're in a committed relationship, but I do have to say that is the best I have ever experienced and would welcome another opportunity." Then he smiled at me.

You bet it was the best. He hadn't even met Mom.

"We'll talk," I said. "But we have to get back to class. You should treat everyone well and I shouldn't have had to fuck you for you to realize it."

He just nodded. I went out first and he followed shortly later so it wasn't obvious.

At least to the men. They were oblivious. The women knew. Maria winked at me.

Yeah, well. Oh, and his name was Aakar and he was from Delhi. I have more stories. One of these days.

Now I'll pass the pen back to Hunter.

A source of sexy

Hunter here. Everyone else had been buying things. Leslie and even Bob had been telling me that I could buy anything I wanted including companies if I felt good about it. So, I started doing homework on the makers of sexy things. Lingerie, both men and women's. Clothes at the edge. Sexy stuff. My legal background included enough finance to understand a business with a future from one that wasn't. I also knew that if I combined the right businesses and put the marketing muscle behind it then things would really go. The business was fragmented with a number of small boutique companies. Combine them, let them keep their own identity, but leverage the hell out of them. I didn't mean the companies that made mass market crap. These were seriously high-end companies.

Before I did anything I went to talk to Ruby. Ruby is magical. We all know that. She also owns Inditex and has experience in clothes. She knows buying too since she runs Costco and Target.

Did anyone ever mention this place was weird? I still remember the day that I met the family. We played strip poker and then things went pretty crazy. I fucked. I got fucked.

And I fell in love with Leslie. Oh, I knew. I think she knew too. There was a bond with the three of us. Leslie, Hallie, and me. It's still there, stronger than ever. God I love them. Can you believe that was around three years ago?

Now I was considering which of a dozen or more companies I wanted to buy and thought I'd buy most of them. At 14. Yeah, I'm a late bloomer.

Back to Ruby. She suggested I come over and bring the information on the companies. She suggested that we fuck and then look at the info. She said Tomas was there too, so if I wanted I could be in the middle of a train.

Would anyone actually turn that down?

I got to their house and they were waiting. Naked. Tomas was already hard. They both proceeded to strip me, and they were quick about it. They pushed me back on the couch and both got on their knees. They asked if I had cum today and when I told them no they really went to town. The alternated sucking me and licking me then Ruby deep throated me while Tomas sucked on my balls.

Yeah I was done. Ruby pulled out and took the load on her chest. Her gorgeous A cups. No maybe B cups now. Damn. Ruby with B cups. Well, given Julia's D cups I was not surprised but damn Ruby with B cups.

Covered with my cum. She pulled me up and laid back in my spot and I slid between her legs and right in. Oh, my that was heaven. Tomas pushed me over a little and slid right in me.

Also, pretty damn great. We got into a nice rhythm and pumped in and out. Tomas didn't last quite as long as I did and filled me up. That did push me over and I pulled out and added a second load to Ruby's incredible breasts. Then I got on my knees and cleaned her off. Tomas did the same for me.

Ruby's orgasms are powerful. We finally wore out and took a quick shower together and then sat at their kitchen table to go over my ideas.

Personally, I believe that is the way every business meeting should start. The company loyalty would be strong. Particularly if it involved Ruby.

Sorry, but Ruby and Tomas together? Oh, I love Leslie and Hallie, but damn. Did I mention we were all still naked? Tavi and Amara wandered through and Ruby told them later. This was a fun place to visit.

Back to the topic. I had settled on three companies, at least to start.

The first was Myla, which was based in London, and focused on women's lingerie. They also had a clothing line, which was right at the edge. I really loved their clothes. They were really sexy, but not slutty. A fine line, for sure. They liked to use see-thru fabrics. I liked see-thru fabrics. They had a swimwear line too that was gorgeous. Oh, it helped that Myla was a favorite of Hallie's. That meant I'd seen just about everything in their line. They were very focused on London, so I knew the global opportunity was large. They also had a very limited line. There was growth potential.

The second was Gregg Homme, which was based in Montreal. Their focus was men and a bit sluttier. When I wore anything, I often wore their lines. They even had fetish wear. The girls liked me in that. Again, fairly regionally focused. Can you see a theme?

The third was Bordelle. Remember Leslie's outfit. Yeah, that. Let's just say they had a line called Curated Kink. Does that tell the story?

I had all the information that I could gather but since none were public companies, the information was a little sparse. We really didn't need to review their product lines, since all three of us knew all three companies. Come on. Ruby and Tomas agreed that the three would combine well and we could leverage her distribution, particularly for Inditex, to really blow out their markets. She could also provide production capabilities that they never could. We all loved the three together but then started brainstorming others. We all loved sexy stuff. Some I eliminated because I had already done the research. I didn't want prima donnas.

So, we did something that all businesspeople do. We Google searched edgy and sexy manufacturers. It was going to be our thing. There were dozens of boutique companies. For women. Men, not so much. A few and we'd probably snatch them up but there was an opportunity here. We just knew it. If nothing else, we'd start a men's division of many, if not most, of the women's lingerie companies we bought.

We were getting into this now. The funny thing is that Tomas was really into it. Not just because it was sexy. He was intrigued by the business side. Did anyone ever mention he had his business degree from DAU? Maybe not, but he did. Ruby was the person everyone knew, but Tomas was brilliant himself. Heck, he hadn't turned 13 yet.

So, Tomas and I started HT Ventures. Hunter and Tomas. Get it? We ensured that we had funding, which involved telling Bob what we were doing and him responding "OK".

Then he blew us both.

See? Our business meetings were fun.

We decided we needed to do market research. Now usually this involves a bunch of MBA wonks that do a lot of financial analysis, and we would do all that. We'd talked to the department head at DAU about making the analysis a class project for the MBA program and she simply loved it. I think she was hoping for some lingerie too.

Then the three of us had quite an afternoon. Do you see a theme to our meetings? I guess I should introduce Jozephine. Isn't that a cool spelling? She is from Paris and I can attest that she wears beautiful lingerie. I noticed when Tomas and I were removing it. She's young for her position. I'd say late twenties or early thirties. She is stunning. Dark hair, voluptuous body, sensitive C cup breasts. She is sensitive in other areas as well. Normally I would tell the whole story, but I feel the need to keep sharing about our quest. Let's just say that I like being in the middle of a train, and Tomas had a third one for Jozephine. Third? Well, we didn't want him to cum too fast in our train, so we blew him together. I think Jozephine might have taught class that afternoon with a little bit of cum in her hair.

I know I went home squish, squish. I guess I did tell just a little of the story. The good news was we had a lot of companies to review and Jozephine's entire class was just as fun, particularly given her graduate level business accounting class included people from 5 years old to 19 years old. OK, the 5-year-old might not be fair. Nan was adding another master's and PhD.

So back to the project. Tomas and I enlisted Hallie, Leslie, Ruby, and Amara to help us buy as many varieties of lingerie as possible. Everything from practical to daring to naughty to freaky. Everything. Box after box after box kept arriving at our houses. Tomas and I made them promise that they could try them on to see if they fit, but they couldn't wear them until there was a fashion show.

Then Amy, Grace, Morgan, and Sophia wanted in.

You know, we were OK with that. I'll bet we bought a thousand different things. Anything that didn't quite fit, they passed around to the right person. In this group we had a lot of sizes. Nothing small enough for Tegan and Carlina, which pissed them off.

Tonight was the fashion show. I'll bet you were expecting someplace like Bob and Amy's living room. Nope. We were doing it in the largest theater at the casino. It seats 6,000. Tickets were first come, first serve and only available to full-time residents. Somehow I suspected an awful lot of the lingerie might not survive if for no other reason the women were going to be pretty damn wet all night long. Heck, I might tear an outfit or two off myself.

We had technology at every seat for voting. We asked everyone to vote for every outfit. The criteria were quality, sex appeal, and overall opinion. We didn't announce who the boutique was so that it was blind voting. It was going to be a long night to go through as many outfits as we had.

No one would mind. Did you see the list? They were going to parade around in lingerie whose defining characteristic was the it was sexy, edgy, and often transparent. We were not buying companies that made elastic sports bras. Nope. Just nope. The two simply giant TV screens next to the stage that showed them in closeup didn't hurt either. Leslie at twenty feet tall in a see-thru bra and panties set that also had an occasional peek while she walked was pretty damn fine.

The theater had a nice dressing room and since everyone that was in the show not only knew what was going on, but had developed the skills, we were all helping Amara change. You know. We'd levitate her, strip her, dress her, and set her down. She laughed a lot. Mostly because everyone that did it hit her with a little tingle. Not much. Just a little.

Did I mention even though it was limited, we were doing the men's lines too? Tomas, of course, Orlando, Bob, Tavi, Gabe, Luca, and me. Carlina and Tegan were backstage helping. Mostly helping Amara. They did insist that if we bought some companies, we needed to start offering lines in their sizes. We all loved the idea but realized it would take a special company founder to understand. We were pretty confident that in the list of companies we were considering, we would find one, or two, or a dozen.

We certainly would favor companies that understood our culture.

Hunter and Tomas' new missions

OK, this was getting weird. Oh, sorry, Tomas here. Hunter liked sexy lingerie. Honestly, he liked wearing it too, but more power to him. Now I kind of did too. It was a new thing here. I'll come back to that. We were going to make men's sexy lingerie in silk and satin. Lots of see-thru too. Come on. You'd like it. You'd wear it.

We ended up rolling up a number of the companies. We focused on several criteria. We had to like their clothes. The audience votes had an impact. Jackson approving them was huge. Their willingness to consider a men's line was important. Lastly, and this was important to us, they had to culturally understand that some of the sizes they were going to make would be unusual. I know Hunter talked about it, but we liked so many companies that we could afford to be picky. We overpaid, a bit, but knew it would work. It always worked. We made sure that we got Ruby's opinion on every company. Ruby never makes mistakes. Seriously, never. She knocked a couple out, including my favorite, and couldn't explain why. She just knew we should.

The one I liked that we threw out was arrested on felony fraud charges a couple days later.

Ruby, you know.

We bought the company in a fire sale.

Hunter and I had become moguls. In the lingerie business. It was our full-time job now. Two boys. I have to say, though, we were pretty darn popular in the edgy lingerie community. After all, in virtually every city we bought a company, there was a house. A house that was a consulate. Now Leslie, Hallie, and Ruby were almost always with us, which was fine with everyone but they weren't always. Nudity was a thing in these companies too. There were always supermodels walking around and somehow Hunter and I got dragged into it. Purely a coincidence how often we were around nude models, right? Women and men. Our, um, interests were pretty well known. I'll give you an example. Hunter and I were off to visit one of our acquisitions. A company called Leonisa. It was one of the more mainstream purchases. They had lines that were sexy, lines that were functional, and even lines dedicated to larger women. We were on our way to discuss less mainstream choices for men, including larger men. Oh, they already had a line, called LEO. We were just expanding it. They were based, and founded, in Columbia, but we were going to their US base in Norcross, Georgia, outside Atlanta. You expected places like Paris and Rome, and while that was true, it wasn't for all of them. Honestly, this purchase was an interesting one, because it wasn't that edgy, but the women just loved their products and when we met them we just loved them. Morgan had added them to the list, with Sophia's support. Support. Oh, I made a bra pun.

Bob didn't have a house in Atlanta though. We wanted a house in Atlanta. So, this is a modest diversion to a story you have heard about buying a house. This time it was two teenage boys. OK, busted. I'm only 12 years old but you get the point. We knew the realtor we were meeting was a woman but nothing about her. Would she be a Southern Belle? Yeah, 12 or not, I wondered if the realtor was smoking hot. OK, maybe 12 is the peak of that thought. Wait, I know Bob. I somehow doubt it ever stops.

Bob had made the arrangements and suggested the houses. He even gave us an order. If we didn't like a house, it was off the list because his order was best to worst, if you can consider a $12 million home worst. See if this description works for you:

7-bedrooms, 14-bathrooms, 5-car garage, 34,688 square feet

"Privacy abounds in Atlanta's most spectacular gated estate, situated on 17 private and pristine park-like acres with substantial Chattahoochee River frontage. Unrivaled amenity package, including resort-style 70,000 gallon infinity-edge swimming pool, lighted tennis court, fully equipped gym, spa, theater, indoor resistance pool, wine cellar, guest house, underground ballroom with catering kitchen, formal and informal gardens, covered verandas, entire estate generator, guard house, caretaker's suite & advanced security system. Two gated and secured residential entrances."

They were only asking $21 million. Only. My God my life had changed. Hunter and I were buying a mansion, so we had a place to fuck while visiting one of our lingerie companies. OK, there was a porn title in there. We knew from Zillow that they had bought it for $17.5 million less than three years ago and that it was empty. It felt like the others I have read about. A divorce. From the pictures it looked wildly overwrought. Bob liked the 17 acres. He figured $10-15 million to make it not gaudy. That's how he put it. He'd already found the right contractor, from a recommendation from Chase, and we'd meet them later today if we bought the house. He did say that Jackson recommended him too, but he didn't know anything about the realtor.

We landed in the driveway much to the delight of the realtor. Daisy. You can understand my wonder of a Southern Belle with a name like Daisy.

We were wrong. Daisy was early-thirties, on the tall side, slim. A classic runner's body with nice B cups. She was also black. Maybe mixed. Gorgeous skin not that far off from Ruby's. She also had a dazzling smile that would melt weaker people. Kidding. I think.

We came off the plane and she immediately walked up and stuck out her hand to each of us. We did the introductions and she asked if we would prefer to walk around alone or with her as a tour guide. She mentioned she had shown the house before, but so far no takers.

Do you know what blew us both away? She never once expected anyone else to get off that plane. Hunter might pull off 16 but not me. Neither one of us would be confused as adults.

"So, are you practicing law yet Hunter?" asked Daisy. Ah, she had done her homework. He replied that he was not except as part of our businesses.

"Are you both here to meet with Leonisa? Ignore me if my questions are too personal," she said, with another dazzling smile.

"You appear to have done your homework," I said.

"Let's just say I enjoy some of your lingerie," she said. She pulled down the top of her dress just a bit to show off her pasties. Yes, pasties. From Bordelle. A big seller.

"The color compliments your skin," said Hunter, as if it was an everyday occurrence for women to show us their breasts. OK, it kind of was, but still.

"Why thank you," said Daisy. "I normally don't wear a bra, but this felt appropriate." She added a laugh.

"Well don't wear them just for us," said Hunter, with his own dazzling smile. Damned if she didn't pull down her dress and peel them off, briefly leaving her topless. Maybe not even briefly. Wow.

We both just smiled.

"Why don't we look at the house?" said Hunter.

"If you purchase it, once payment goes through, does it immediately become a consulate?" she asked

"Of course," Hunter the smooth answered. He is Hunter the smooth from now on.

"Oh goody," said Daisy. Those smiles were killer.

We walked around the entire house and it had good bones as they say. The pictures didn't do it justice though. It was worse. Way worse. One of the bedrooms had a bathtub in the bedroom. WTF? The entire first floor was built, poorly, to look a bit like a castle. All that was getting ripped out.

If we bought it. I'll pass the pen back to Hunter.

Gaudy AF

Hunter here. I don't know what Tomas said yet, but I am sure he covered Daisy quite well. I'll summarize with yum. Oh yeah, we could read the signals. She was also an outstanding realtor. She understood our view of the house and quickly caught on to what we wanted to do. We mentioned we had a recommendation for a contractor, and she started laughing. She struggled to stop laughing.

"Well I hear he is quite good at a lot of things," said Daisy, actually winking at us. "He is also my husband." I'm sure we looked shocked, but Tomas recovered faster. Don't forget, her husband was cleared by Jackson. While it is not impossible that Daisy was not, it was unlikely. Yay!

"Could he come over now? It would help if he walked us through the changes," said Tomas.

"He would love to come over now," said Daisy in the sultriest voice I may have ever heard. I sure hope we were reading that right. We went down by the pool and waited for him. She said he was only 10 minutes away. Not long after a man came down towards us. Holy fuck. Tall, wearing crisp khakis and a black t-shirt that molded to a ripped body. Very similar copper colored skin. In fact, he looked a lot like Daisy. As in related to Daisy. Nah. Could he? Hmm...

"This is my husband Bentley," said Daisy. We did the handshakes and he was even more beautiful up close. Yeah, he deserved beautiful.

"Siblings or cousins?" said Tomas. Well, I guess it was the day to be blunt. The looks on their faces were classic, and Bentley actually coughed. They looked at each other and Daisy nodded.

"You don't have to answer," said Tomas, quickly. "It's not like it is an issue to us. Hunter is married to two women. One is a princess and the other is his twin sister." OK, I don't know if it was the princess or the twin sister, but they both moaned.

"Siblings," said Bentley. "But no one, literally no one, has ever done that before. Do you think they all suspect?"

"No," I said. "Not from my experience. In a stunted world like this, no one would even think about the resemblance and, while it is there, it is subtle. It's more body shape and the clearly shared desire for fitness. We both noticed it because it isn't an issue for us and surprisingly common." OK, more moans.

"We're careful about children," said Tomas. "We understand the challenges. Right now, I think that the only married siblings are all in poly relationships, so they have other parenting opportunities."

"Poly," said Daisy. "Poly is OK." Her nipples popped and he got hard, so poly was OK.

"Sure," said Tomas. "Why not? Who cares? Seriously, why is it anyone else's business? Our country is pretty free thinking about things. As long as it doesn't hurt anyone, why is it your business? For that matter, if it hurts a little and you like it..."

Yeah, that got more moans.

Just as we were about to walk into the house, another plane landed. A few minutes later, Diane came down the stairs towards the pool.

"Good thinking Tomas," I said.

"Not me," said Tomas. She walked over and did the introductions.

"Ruby said you needed me," said Diane. Of course, she did. Do you remember Diane? Egyptian, simple stunning, 12 years old? One of the few women that came close to Ruby. I said close, but still. I saw Daisy and Bentley staring. Bentley looked at me and raised his eyebrows. I just smiled and gave him a wink this time. Oh, now he's leaking a little precum. Yeah, Diane would do that to you.

We spent a solid hour walking through the house. Diane and Bentley completely ignored us. They were clearly having a ball. About halfway through, Bentley stopped.

"You realized that you're easily in the $15 million range for what we've already scoped out and we're about halfway through," he said, to none of us in particular. Diane snorted.

"Sure," I said. "Money isn't the issue. Our goal is more focused on speed. We'll pay a premium for multiple shifts. We'll likely have people around, enjoying Atlanta, or meeting with Leonisa, but they understand construction and will be unobtrusive."

Once we were done, we walked it in reverse with Diane and Bentley doing a running commentary on the changes. Oh, their vision was perfect. We finally got back to a table at the pool.

"Our offer is $19 million, cash, wired within an hour, no negotiation," said Diane. "They'll take it, or we'll move on. Odds are good they'll take it. It's a divorce situation and they need the money. We're familiar with the situation." Tomas and I just smiled at each other. Daisy walked off and made a phone call and came back smiling. She showed something on her phone to Diane, who pulled out her phone and took a picture of it. Daisy's phone buzzed less than 10 seconds later. Bob's app was improving.

"Already? How the fuck did you pay already?" said Daisy. We all broke up.

"I've also deposited $30 million in the bank your company uses, Bentley," said Diane. "You're authorized to draw it down for construction costs and your own pay. No need for you to get ahead of yourself. Pay yourself at whatever cadence you want. Weekly or even daily. Up to you."

Daisy and Bentley just looked at each other.

"You might want to check your business bank account on your phone," said Diane. Bentley did and choked a little. He showed his phone to Daisy and she laughed.

"Well, perhaps this is a little forward, but from what Hunter told me, can we all go fuck now?" asked Daisy. Bentley's face was hilarious. Diane answered for us.

By taking off her top and walking towards the house. Damn she has a nice ass. She has a very nice everything. Tomas and I followed her. We were pretty confident Daisy and Bentley did too. We followed her all the way into the Master bedroom.

Yep, they followed us.

Diane was clearly in charge. The men outnumbered the women, which seemed to please, well, the women. She had Daisy on the bottom and Bentley pounding her in a flash. She told me to do the Golden arches with Daisy, and Tomas should offer Bentley his cock.

That worked quite nicely, thank you. We rotated and rotated until the men were tapped out. I'd fucked Daisy, Diane, and Bentley. You wouldn't think three would tap me out, if they'd been my only three of the day. Tomas and I were traveling together. Got it?

Post-coital bliss

Hunter still. Damn. Just damn. I had never met Diane before. I had just read about her. That girl is an animal and I mean that in the best possible way. Hot damn.

This entire story was about our visit to Leonisa. It went well. Nothing really to talk about. After the meeting we went back to the new house.

Daisy and Bentley were still there with Diane. Still naked.

How convenient.

Oh, and Ruby, Leslie, Hallie, Tavi, and Amara were there too. Naked.

We needed to get caught up.

OK, it has been a long day. Let's just say a lot of cum was involved. I felt asleep with Leslie and Diane. There were no complaints from me.

Fantasy Fest here we come

Bob here. I was having coffee with my friend Randy and we were shooting the shit about Florida. He was a transplant to Dionysus with his family. He worked at the car museum at the casino and was a car nut like me. He called it his dream job and really seemed to believe it. Randy is an intriguing guy. He's in his fifties but has a younger wife and kids. A bit of a stud, I guess. He also has the coolest speaking voice I have ever heard. It is so deep. Not a too many cigarettes voice. An incredibly rich voice. Hell, I liked just listening to him. He's really involved in athletics at the school and will occasionally, when we pushed him, announce the games. It's wonderful to hear. He is also a frequent soloist at a number of musical productions. Everything from Pops at our symphony to musical theater. He's a real chameleon on stage. Just a damn fun guy, and I mean that way too. Remember the stud comment? He was popular as hell too. Almost everyone that came into the coffee shop stopped to say hi to Randy. I'd say at least half of them groped him. I'm the king and I didn't get that much attention.

Randy's wife Janelle was a stay-at-home Mom. She loved it. She was as horny as Randy and had great fun entertaining. As randy as Randy. Uh huh. They had two pretty exceptional kids. RT was their 13-year-old son. Monica was their 10-year-old daughter. They had all kind of joined our crowd and I know the kids hung out with our kids and the extended family. Like all of them, they were around our house a lot. Monica really loved Jessica and Bill.

The point of this post was Randy telling me all about the fun he had at Fantasy Fest in Key West. He was encouraging us to all go. I'm pretty open to a good time so I wasn't exactly discouraging him. He was lamenting our ability to find hotel rooms or an Airbnb, since it was just a week away. I told him to go get us fresh coffees and I'd try to figure it out.

You know what I did, right

Zillow.

I found a really cool house right at the end of Key West. It was big, about 20 acres, and technically an island although the bridge looked to be about 30 feet long. It reminded me of our main home in Florida but on a slightly smaller lot. It had a good size house with 8 bedrooms and two smaller two-bedroom guest houses.

In other words, perfect. I texted the realtor listed and Jason in a group text and told them to work out details for us to take occupancy tomorrow, fully furnished.

I'll bet the realtor didn't get many texts like that. I told Randy I was working on the problem when he came back. We chatted some more and before we finished our second coffee I got a text from Jason that it was a done deal. He sent me the codes to get in the garage door and said everything was ready for us. He was also pretty smart because he said he had arranged a couple to be there for Fantasy Fest. He said they were Demarco and Carabelle and that we would ENJOY them. Yes, he capitalized enjoy.

He knew our key requirements, so we were good.

I shared that I had found a place for the event that had 12 total bedrooms. I got the look I always get. I sent a text to my group Family asking who wanted to go. The group was funny. It had started out as just five people, before we even adopted Chris. It sure was a lot more than five now. Amy was the first to respond.

I'll bring the body paint

I had no idea why, but it sounded encouraging. I got a mix of messages from those that could and couldn't attend.

Jessica and Bill were out. Yes, they both texted me and passed. Jessica actually said they didn't feel like they should be exposed to that. Well sure, they would stay behind.

Sophia and Morgan were in. So were Orlando and Grace.

Leslie and Hunter were out but Hallie was in.

Luca and Carlina were out but Gabe and Tegan were in.

Chris and Noah were in.

Ruby and Tavi were in but Tomas and Amara were out.

Jesse, Blake, and Jess were in. Julia, Alison, and Tom were out.

Juanita and Luna were in but Amai was out.

Cobb and Marybeth were in, but Richie and Amelia were out.

Mary Lou was in. Amy Lou wasn't.

Randy and his family were in.

If my count was right that was 23 people. Perfect. We all fit nicely in an E-82 and could land at the new house. Fantasy Fest didn't start until Friday, but we decided to leave early and have a few days there.

I realized we would need transportation, so I texted Mary Lou to buy appropriate cars and have them delivered to the new house.

Yes, I had texted our 10-year-old assistant to take care of it. I had no doubt she would. She also knew what we liked. I expected some SUVs but was also confident there would be a convertible or two.

Florida, you know

Off to home now. Everyone was meeting at our house tomorrow at 1300.

So where are you staying?

Bob again. Amy had asked me where we were staying. She wasn't really that surprised by my answer. We landed at the new house. It seemed quite nice from the outside. It had two five-car garages and the doors were all up. All the slots appeared to be full. I looked at Mary Lou and she just shrugged. It was quite a collection.

"All of these had dealers in Key West?" I asked. She just shook her head no. That kid was amazing. Somehow in 18 hours she had bought all these cars and had them delivered. Then again she understood stupid money.

The left garage had SUVs. The right garage had toys. There was a GLS63, a G65, an X5M, a Urus, and a Cayenne. Three that comfortably held 6 and two that held 4. Just enough to hold us all, including Demarco and Carabelle.

The right garage held the toys. All convertibles. A 911 Turbo. A Vantage. An R8. An NSX.

What was that last one? I walked over and saw it was a Porsche but didn't recognize it. I turned to Mary Lou.

"It is a 919," she said.

Of course. Their new supercar that wouldn't be out for another year. She just shrugged again.

Did I mention she was a great assistant? OK, OK, she probably called Belen.

We did the introductions with Demarco and Carabelle, but they'd clearly done their homework. They knew each of us and a little about us. Now I realized that just meant they'd been given access to our profiles on the country intranet, but the effort was still impressive. Since this was going to be a popular destination once we put the house in the app, we would need someone full-time. We would see how the weekend went but it felt good.

Just then two kids ran out of the house. Carabelle shared that they were their children and Jason had said they'd be welcome. We assured them that they were always welcome. They were Damar, who was 9, and Danice, who was 12.

That's when I realized that there was a small yacht at the dock, plus what looked like a 37 and then a whole row of waverunners. I looked at Mary Lou again and she just smiled. Then she really surprised me by telling me it had a hybrid drive. She always refused to tell me how she managed these things, so I didn't even ask. I knew the boat. It was an Azimut Grande 35 Metri complete with flybridge. A nice choice. Roughly 115 feet so a touch smaller than the 131. We didn't own one, but I had always admired them. Now we do I guess. Mary Lou shared that a crew would be out tomorrow to decorate both big boats for the boat parade Friday night.

Of course, they would.

We finally went inside and got the tour of our own house and cottages. It was even nicer than I expected. Everyone dropped their bags in the living room. We would figure that out later but right now we needed dinner. Mary Lou had arranged dinner reservations. She said they had an outdoor patio with a view of the sunset, and she'd reserved the whole thing. Of course, she had.

"We will head home then and see you in the morning," said Demarco.

"OK," said Mary Lou. "But I made the reservations to include all four of you. We would all love for you to join us."

"No pressure at all," said Amy. "But she is right. We would love to get to know you all better." It took them a moment but finally their kids just ignored them and agreed the family would join us. I just loved that the kids answered. It was feeling like they fit in quite well.

We headed back outside and split up into various cars. I don't think they noticed that Damar rode with Tegan in the NSX. Or that Danice rode with Mary Lou in the R8. Amy and I took the 919 and I even got to drive. Everyone else found a spot and we took off over our very short bridge.

We were headed to a restaurant named SHOR American Seafood Grille that was supposed to have great crab cakes. The steaks were supposed to be great too. We started out cocktail partyish, with everyone milling around so that Carabelle and her family could meet everyone. We laughed a lot and told stories.

Amy spent a lot of time with Carabelle and Demarco and somehow I ended up talking to Damar and Danice for a while along with Chris and Gabe.

Damn. We had a problem. I wanted to offer them the full-time caretaker jobs, but these kids deserved better.

Better schools. We couldn't put a school in every city where we owned a house. Could we? Shit. Just as I was trying to figure out what to do, Amy took my arm and pulled me to the side.

"Let me guess," said Amy. "You're trying to figure out if you can build a school." I just grinned.

"Yeah I didn't have to read your mind for that one," she said. "Mary Lou and Tegan already talked to me. I already had the heart to heart with Carabelle and Demarco. I offered them a choice. They could stay here, and they had the job, or they could move to somewhere that we had a school and we would find the right position for them. Once I got past their disbelief I found out that Demarco was actually from Berlin. We will get them moved next week. We will worry about the jobs later."

Sure. Met them today. Moving them next week. It is what we do. But that left us with a problem.

"No, it doesn't," said Amy. "We are going to hire Carabelle's parents. They'll be here in a few minutes to join us for dinner."

Just then a couple quietly came into the room. Damar and Danice squealed and ran and hugged them. They looked completely confused. I'll bet, once I found out that they currently lived in Buffalo, New York. I hadn't even noticed Morgan leave. It's not like she was gone that long. Carabelle introduced Butch and Jenilee to us. Once things settled down and they heard the whole story they were outgoing, fun, and interesting. They were a little freaked out about their daughter and her family moving to Berlin until we showed them how they could get someone to fly them there easily through our app. They quickly realized they could visit Berlin easier than they had been able to visit Florida. They simply loved the idea of being our caretakers and yes Amy had ensured they'd fit in. We promised to build them their own house but for now they could use one of the cottages.

It was a little overwhelming to everyone except Damar and Danice. They seemed to roll with it all so well. Kids. Gotta love'em.

We were still on our time, so we called it an early night and headed back to the house.

Of course, we needed dessert. We made s'mores. Yum.

Time to have some fun

Amy here. Just thought I'd jump in. No particular reason. Last night was a ton of fun and we made six new friends. We liked new friends. They all loved our way of enjoying s'mores. We got up this morning to an amazing breakfast buffet. Of course, it included a ton of bacon. After all, Mary Lou had arranged it with Carabelle. She knew of our bacon addiction.

At breakfast Mary Lou handed out personalized schedules to everyone. Laminated personalized schedules.

You expected less?

There was one set of schedules for the nine of us that were 21. There were some pretty risqué events. Nine? Yes, Mary Lou had included Butch, Jenilee, Carabelle, and Demarco. As she explained it to them, there was no point in them just hanging around the house waiting for us. That confused them and pleased us. Sophia and Morgan laughed because they were relegated to kids' events. That was so foreign to us, but they took it well. They promised to be in charge which got them rousing boos from damn near everyone else. That's not actually true, because Sophia is 21, but she'd stay with Morgan. Mostly. I'm sure we could entice her to an event where she can show off her breasts. She's proud of her breasts. Rightfully so.

Mary Lou also had multiple costumes for all of us. It was a very costume oriented event. Inspired choices particularly for the events that allowed body paint as a costume. She even had appropriate cover ups since the body paint was limited to at the event.

She is very organized. We were all together Friday through Sunday since the adult events didn't start until Monday. Our first event was the Goombay street fest. I won't go through the whole weekend, but it was a blast. We did take Saturday morning off and just played on the waverunners and took the big boat out for a lunch cruise. We needed to pace ourselves. The new 115 was stupid fast.

Oh, let me run you through a bit of our adult agenda. On Monday we were going to the Kinky Carnival. Kinky costume required. On Tuesday we were going to a Tighty Whitey party. I had no doubt that Bob will be well-received, and I had my too small panties and barely there bra ready to go. I was considering switching to pasties though. On Wednesday we had tickets for both the Dungeon party and the ABC (Anything but clothes) party. I didn't quite get that one, but I was confident that Mary Lou did. Thursday we were going to both the Pajama and Lingerie party and then taking it off for the Bare what you Dare party. Have you met us? We'd all be naked. Friday was the Kinky Couples party and seriously, who could compete with Bob and me? Saturday rounded it all out with the Dirty Doctors and Naughty Nurses party.

Did I mention our younger crowd was pissed? I made them a deal. More accurately Mary Lou proposed a deal. We would duplicate every party at lunch time the next day at the house. We go to a naked party. The next day we do it at home. We wear shaving cream and nothing else? At home.

Our house parties were going to be way more fun. Let's be honest. There was going to be a lot of fucking.

Lunch is fun

Bob here. I'll take the pen back. I'm going to jump ahead to Tuesday at lunch. Oh, I could tell you about Monday night's Kinky carnival. I understood how there were costumes ready for Carabelle and Demarco, but Mary Lou had costumes ready for Butch and Jenilee too. I asked Mary Lou and just got the smile. I think Ruby was rubbing off on Mary Lou.

So remember, last night was the Kinky Carnival. Mary Lou took the lunchtime party very seriously. I did not ask where she got kinky costumes in kid's sizes. I just wasn't going there, but I have to say that Mary Lou rocked her outfit. Crotchless leather bootie shorts with a tiny leather bra, cut out at the nipples. Me, I had on assless chaps. Only assless chaps. Which was all I wore to last night's party. Amy was my sub and wore a teddy. A white, sheer teddy. Without panties.

Boundaries were not our thing.

Tegan had an outfit similar to Mary Lou's except Tegan's was pink vinyl. Gabe was in matching short shorts, with the crotch cut out, and a studded collar. Just the shorts and a collar. Well, a leash, which Tegan was holding.

I won't go through them all but they were spectacular. I do have to mention Leslie, who was in a bandage dress that was one very tiny bandage. I guess I should mention one more thing. Leslie and Hunter, Chris and Noah, and Morgan and Sophia all went to last night's party. It turns out that the security services report to our Minister of Defense and have the capability to create real IDs. Yep, they were all 21. Right?

Mary Lou even had a schedule for this party. She also had an entire tote of new clothespins. It got a little weird after that, but I did end up with her bouncing up and down on me. I have no complaints.

Too damn tired

Amy here. We're all too damn tired to go through too much, but I will mention the Lingerie party and the Bare what you Dare party. Just the adults, cough cough. We had gone prepared for a variety of levels of depravity. As it turned out, the party was big on depravity. We barely wore anything for the lingerie party and what we did wear was sheer. Very sheer. We attracted attention sheer. Leslie tells a hilarious story about a guy who followed her around like a puppy for awhile. She decided to confuse him, so she went up to Chris and gave her a wet, passionate kiss. She said the guy walked off, clearly disappointed. She didn't mention that Noah got the same kiss. Too bad he missed that. We did a lot of kissing at that party. it was kind of a thing. After that party was the Bare what you dare party. I didn't know why, but she grabbed the mic. No one stopped her. Hell I wouldn't stop her.

"Bare what you dare, right?" said Amy. The crowd cheered.

"Oh my God," whispered a woman next to me to her husband. "That's the Queen!"

"That is a crossdressing guy?" shouted the man. "Hot damn." OK, I lost it. Leslie must have heard it too. The woman slapped the man on the arm.

"No, stupid," she said. "The Queen of Dionysus." Then they both moaned. Leslie and I lost it again. They both turned this time. The woman's face turned white and she started to faint. Leslie was faster than I was and caught her and gently lowered her to the ground. By the time she did, the woman started waking back up, to Leslie being almost on top of her and me leaning over her. Given Leslie's translucent teddy, and my sheer speedo, she had quite a view. Once she focused, her eyes rolled up a bit, but she pushed through.

"The king, the princess," said the woman. Then the rest of the family crowded around and we realized that the entire place was deathly quiet. She was quite embarrassed but Leslie tried to calm her down.

"I'll get her out of here Dad," said Leslie. "Have fun." Leslie and the husband helped her out of the building to the cheers of the entire audience. Once things settled Amy started back up. She waved me up on stage.

"Whatever we take off, you take off," said Amy, into the mic. "Who is in?" The entire place cheered.

"OK, but this is a Bare what YOU Dare, so stop whenever you feel it is right for you," said Amy. Then she whipped off her top. I've never heard that many people gasp at once before. I was one of them. Not because she whipped off her top. That was unsurprising. Because her breasts are just that spectacular. Hell, any of you reading this that have met Amy are hard right now. I should say that right now, Amy and I were basically just wearing sheer panties. She looked at me.

"Come on guys," said Amy. "He's not wearing a shirt at all." I looked into the audience and men were all ripping off their shirts, often with their companions help.

"Should we go farther? Would we go farther? Would you?" said Amy. The cheers were deafening. Amy's panties had a tie on each side. She pulled the left one and the panties opened up from that side. They just barely covered the important parts. I loved that when she pulled the string, everyone gasped and when the panties stopped, still covering everything, the entire place, men and women, groaned.

I was one of them. So was our entire group. I was watching them. All of them were just in some form of bottoms. Damn Morgan has beautiful breasts. Then again, so do Grace, Sophia, and Chris, all of whom were lined up in front of me.

"Should I?" asked Amy, holding the other string. A rousing "Yes" came up from the crowd.

"OK, I will," she said, turning towards me and pulling my suit down and letting it fall to the ground. Hey, I'd been looking at a lot of unfettered breasts. You know I was hard. The audience cheered, the men louder than the women.

Which is right when Amy pulled the other string, to another cheer. I was impressed, because as far as I could see, everyone was naked.

Everyone.

The rest of the night was crazy. Small groups of people would chat, forming a tight circle, hiding what was going on. What was going on was a lot of fingering and hand jobs. I think Amy and I both had a couple dozen loads dripping off of us. Cumming on us kind of became a thing. Finally we headed home, very late, only to find the kids all up waiting. The volume of cum seemed to encourage them.

"We're not sure what happened," said Tegan. "But we want in." Well, that would have to wait, because we were off to bed. Somehow Tavi and Ruby joined Amy and me. That was good. Very good.

She was fine, just fine

Leslie here. I thought I'd finish up the story where I helped the woman to their car. I found out they were Kennedy and Brody from Waterloo, Iowa. I had to ask where Waterloo was, which was silly, because just north of Cedar Rapids didn't really mean that much to me either. They were a cute as hell couple and clearly in love. I discovered they also had three kids back at the hotel waiting for them. I wanted to make sure they got back to the hotel and Kennedy was all about how she could tell the kids she met a princess, so I rode back to their hotel. I could at least say hi. Given I was wearing a teddy, it might be a little weird, but Kennedy had a teddy on too and Brody's shorts were translucent and they didn't appear to have anything else to cover up with. So...

We got to a very modest hotel. Clean, but old school motel. I walked up to the door with them and they opened the door. I heard a boy's voice.

"Great timing," said the boy. "Come on in and I'll give you both a facial." I pushed my way in before they could even react. I pushed past the two of them and got on my knees right next to the three of them. I opened my mouth and he pulled out and I got that facial. It was a hell of a load and he covered me.

Then we did introductions.

Collin, who is 10 years old, was fucking Macy, who is 11 years old, while Delaney, who is 9 years old, was underneath licking them both. The three of them pushed me on the bed and asked permission to strip me.

Granted. I looked over to Kennedy and Brody and asked them why they were still dressed.

So they weren't.

Then they cleaned me up.

Then Kennedy got under me, while Brody fucked me, and the three kids touched and licked anything they could touch and lick. I couldn't stop cumming. Finally Brody just filled me up. Then they all cleaned me out. That's when I invited them to move into the house with us. Yes, it was about 4am by then, but it seemed like a great idea to me. They packed what little they had and I guided them to the house. Hey, we had room. Everyone was asleep and I was surprised to find an empty bedroom. OK, not that surprised. I took the family in and then I got Hunter and did the introductions. One thing led to another.

Dad was a little surprised when we all came out to breakfast. Fantasy Fest was officially over, but we ended up staying for another full week. Then I took the four of them home.

What a week that was.

Gangs suck

Ruby here. This post is a serious one about a problem that concerns me, especially in the US. I'm still a proud American and I need to make a difference. I grew up in the slums of Tampa. I saw it every day.

Gangs and gun violence. Tampa is pretty safe based on the per capita homicide rate but that doesn't mean it is safe.

St. Louis, Baltimore, Detroit, New Orleans, Birmingham. That is the Top 5. Some are smaller so their total number of murders isn't as high. Chicago takes that prize, if you can call it that, but is 25th per capita.

Still sucks.

I was starting with Tampa because I knew Tampa. I had contacts and that makes me sad. People I grew up with are leaders in gangs. People I played dodge ball with in first grade. People that were my first crush. Now most of them were tatted up gang leaders with all the shit that goes along with that. Drugs. Guns. Prostitution. All of it. The only thing I had going for me is that they knew me and remembered me.

And that I am rich AF. That worried me. A lot. So, I took security with me. Santiago. Ex-military. Pilot. Navy Seal. Oh, you didn't know that? He wasn't a pilot for the Air Force. He wasn't even officially a pilot for the Navy. He was trained to fly everything including enemy planes. He didn't talk about it, at all, but stealing planes to get out of places where he had rescued hostages was his strength. He never told us that. We learned. Leslie learned.

If you ever met Santiago none of this would make any sense. He is the sweetest most caring man with a dry wit and just full of compassion. But I saw him the day I was shot down. He was fierce. Seriously fierce.

But he did love puppies.

Ok that was weird, but he really did. He raised dachshunds. Wiener dogs.

I appear to be off track but, come on, wiener puppies.

Right now, we were sitting on a 131 off Tampa. We were waiting for Miguell who was the leader of the worst gang in the area. He was young. Only 19. He didn't rise to that position at that age because he was a loveable guy. No puppies for Miguell.

He was also the older brother of my best friend in kindergarten Mania. He was my first crush. He was 11 I think.

Mania didn't make it to first grade. She was killed in a drive by shooting. I remember the day. It was the day Miguell changed. You could see it in his eyes.

The next day the two guys that did it were found beside their car in a vacant lot. More accurately small pieces of them were. My parents tried to hide it, but I heard the stories. Dismembered while still alive. Piece by piece. Their heads were never found.

Are you understanding gangs better now?

The funny thing is that Miguell didn't scare me. He had a moral code. He looked after his members. He protected them ruthlessly, but he didn't instigate violence. Yes, he was in the drug business, but he didn't allow anyone on his team to traffic girls. Or boys. He had a code. He remembered Mania.

I learned this from a local Tampa police Lieutenant who told me I was insane to meet with Miguell.

Maybe. But I was. With Santiago. There was one new accessory on the boarding platform.

A metal detector. I may know Miguell but I'm not stupid. He could bring one person with him. That's it.

They were about to arrive. I didn't know where Miguell got the boat and I didn't ask. I'd replace it if I had to. I could afford it. They pulled up to the swim platform and the biggest Hispanic guy I have ever seen threw me a rope. He threw it to me because Santiago needed his hands free. Come on. You knew he was armed. This was our riskiest moment.

I wasn't worried. I knew Miguell. They came on board and didn't even blink at going through the detector.

This wasn't a run of the mill metal detector, but they didn't know that. Santiago clearly saw something and had the big dude on the ground in a heartbeat. He pulled a gun from the guy's waistband at the small of his back.

A gun. A plastic gun. Probably 3D printed. Santiago threw it over the side and let him get up. He didn't fight which surprised me. He was smiling and Miguell was laughing.

"You owe me a hundred," said Miguell. "I told you they'd find it." Then he swept me up in a big hug. I saw it bothered Santiago or at least he was on alert.

"Mania loved you Ruby. You were her best friend. I'm glad things are good for you," said Miguell. A lone tear came down his face and we all chose to ignore it, even his massive bodyguard.

"This is Dominic but don't let his size fool you. He's a teddy bear. He even raises puppies," said Miguell.

"What kind?" asked Santiago, our dog lover. I expected Pit bulls. A stereotype, I know.

"Dachshunds," said Dominic. He and Santiago jumped into a conversation about wiener dogs. Miguell and I just stared. Santiago walked over and got two beers out of the fridge and handed one to Dominic and they went and sat down, still talking about dachshunds.

I was feeling a little safer now.

"You grew up good Ruby," said Miguell. "You're a beautiful young woman. I could see it when you were in kindergarten. Mania would have been beautiful too. It broke our parents."

"I know. I've stayed in touch. I saw them yesterday," I said. Miguell just looked at me.

"You have? You did?" he said. "They've never said a word. I thought they never asked for help because of what I do. You've been helping them."

"You're right they wouldn't ask. They worry about you. They already lost their daughter," I said.

"Fuck," said Miguell. "I'm trying to help in the only way I know how. Inside the system. I have values. I hold to my values."

"I know that. That's why I am here," I said. I took his hand and led him over to a different couch. I went and got us both an orange juice and sat down.

"You have been talking to my parents. You know I don't drink anymore. Why did he offer Dominic a beer? Maybe he is on the wagon too," said Miguell. "Oh. You already knew he wasn't. You knew all about him. Why are you here Ruby? As much as I love you, this isn't a social call."

"Nope," I said. "You and I are going to lead the way. We are going to change the gangs. Make them a force for good."

Miguell laughed.

"Sure. A force for good," he laughed. Then he looked at me.

"Shit you're serious. Nuts but serious," he said. "How the fuck you plan on doing that?"

"We are going to announce a new program. You're going to help me take it to all the gang leaders in the area. I only have the basics down but here is how it goes. First we are going to have a gun buyback. I will pay $10,000, in cash, for every gun turned in. With the bullets they own for the gun. $10 a bullet. No questions. No paperwork. Hand it over in a paper bag and get $10,000," I said. "With that $10,000 you get a voucher for a job training program and a guaranteed job for a minimum of $20 an hour if you complete the program and they will complete the program. You're going through the program first and when you're done you're going to run the program, get your GED, and go to college and the program will pay for it all. For you. For everyone.

"Don't have a gun? Good. You can still get the job voucher and job guarantee by showing up and asking for it. Anyone," I said. "We are also going to invest in housing. Apartments and cleaned up small houses. As long as you're in school, you and your family will get free housing. Once you graduate your minimum salary goes to $30 an hour.

"That's all I've worked out so far, but it is a start. You're going to help me fill in the blanks. But be sure you understand. Anyone in the program messes up, they're in jail and I'll help do it. They're getting a chance here. You're getting a chance here. Don't blow it. Oh, one more thing. The program will include residential and outpatient rehab. We know people have addictions. We will help them. That includes tobacco. No tobacco. I don't give a shit if someone drinks a little or smokes a little weed but no fucking tobacco. I'm done. Your turn."

"First I want a hit of whatever you're smoking. Nobody is going to fund a program like that. Nobody gives a shit about brown and black people. They're just fine that we are killing each other," said Miguell.

"I will," I said, softly and Miguell laughed.

"I know you're hooked up with something good, riding around on a yacht and shit but come on. That's millions if not billions. You ain't got that," he said.

I just waited him out. We sat quietly for a bit.

"You do have that much. You can really do this," he said, just as softly. Then he grinned.

"What's to keep Dominic and me from kidnapping you and asking for a big ransom? Your guy is good, but he can't take us both," said Miguell.

Sometimes you have to make a point. Which is how Miguell found himself face down on the deck with me sitting on his legs. His arms were in plastic cuffs.

Santiago and Dominic were still sitting on the couch just laughing their asses off.

"How do you know I won't kill you for that?" asked Miguell. Before I replied I cut the cuffs off and we both stood up. He was rubbing his wrists. I might have gotten them pretty tight.

"Because you love me," I said. "And I love you. We have Mania. You wouldn't do that because of her."

He sat back down.

"You know the shit is going to hit the fan. Lots of crooked cops are going to come after you. I can probably control the gangs. I can't control the cops," said Miguell

"I can. But I'll need your help. I need to know who is dirty. I'll get them all cleaned up," I said.

"How you going to do that?" said Miguell. "Money don't fix that."

"Nope but my friends do," I said.

"What friend you got that can clean up the cops?" said Miguell.

"You know you don't have to use the bullshit grammar with me. I know you're smarter than that. I know you," I said. That got a smile from him.

I pulled out my phone and put it on speaker and hit a speed dial button. It was quickly picked up.

"The White House," said the voice. "How may I direct your call?"

"Kyrsten please. She is expecting my call," I said.

"Oh, hi Ruby. I'll put you right through to her private line. Drop by when you're here next. Maybe we can break bread," she said.

"I will Suzy. It is on me," I said.

"Damn straight it is," she said with a laugh and transferred the call.

"Hi Kyrsten. It's me. I'd like to introduce you to Miguell," I said. Her voice is pretty easy to recognize.

"Pleased to meet you Miguell," she said.

Miguell was just sitting there with his jaw on the floor.

"He seems a bit tongue tied but I am sure he is pleased to meet you too," I said. "We still on for dinner?"

"Yep. How many you bringing?" she asked.

"Just the four of us," I said.

"Perfect. See you at your house," she said. "I can't wait to get out of here. Steaks on the grill right?"

"Yep. See you at 7," I said. "See you soon." She said goodbye and hung up.

Dominic found his voice before Miguell.

"What the fuck was that?" said Dominic. "The president? Dinner tonight? At your house? In DC? Were we part of the four? How?"

"That's a lot of questions," I said. "Do you trust me yet? Can you just roll with it? You have my word nothing bad will happen."

Dominic looked at Miguell and Miguell nodded.

Just then Tai walked out.

They both just shook their heads. She got all the details about their boat and cast off to return it. I admit I was surprised they had legitimately rented it. Good for you Miguell. I took everyone up to the fly bridge and set off for Bob's house. At speed. This was a hybrid boat. I think it scared them a little, but they weren't going to admit it. It was a bit of a hike all the way around St. Pete, but they were clearly enjoying it.

We finally got there, and I pulled up on the lift and we all got off. Their eyes were huge. There was a cart waiting for us and I drove us up to the house. We needed Meet the President clothes. Good thing we expected Miguell to bring Dominic. It is not like the closet room would have a suit in his size. I gave them a little of the story as I walked them to the closet room.

"Well la-di-da Countess Ruby," said Miguell but I could tell he was happy for me. We passed Pedro and Maria and I did the introductions. We also ran into Meg, Denny, and Alex. The closet room is in the wing with the gym and I heard someone playing basketball, so I led us into the gym.

Juanita was here! It might have confused Miguell when I jumped into her arms, but he followed me over and gave her a hug.

"Hi Juanita," said Miguell. She smiled and said hi.

Then it dawned on me.

"That was all bullshit. You knew my whole story," I said.

"Yeah but you told it well," said Miguell. Did I mention Juanita had her whole team? We did take time to do introductions. I think they were in awe. Finally, I said we needed to run.

I took them into the closet room and handed them their suits and led them each to a bedroom and told them to shower and get dressed.

Santiago and I went to our rooms and did the same. Remember we came in earlier. I should tell that story. S'mores were involved.

I got dressed quickly and went and sat down at the kitchen table. Santiago was out next and then the other two. They cleaned up nice, but they were both holding their ties. They admitted they had never worn one. I helped them both and they looked good. Really good. I dragged them back to a bedroom and made them look at themselves.

"Damn," said Dominic.

"Remember this. This is the instant that will be your turning point," I said. I led them out a side door and around the garage to my plane.

He ground to a halt and just stared. Dominic spoke first.

"That is an F-81 space fighter," said Dominic. "We are going to have dinner with the President of the United States in a space fighter and the President is coming to your house."

"This is your new normal," I said. "I told you to remember tonight." I herded them up the stairs and put them in the jump seat. They didn't fit well, given Dominic's size but they could live with it. Santiago sat in the co-pilot's seat and I sat in the captain's seat.

"Oh, hell no," said Miguell.

Before he could say anything else, Santiago hopped up.

"This is silly," said Santiago. "Dominic, you sit here. Just don't touch anything. I'll sit with Miguell.

"You're telling me Ruby is going to fly the plane? She's a kid!" said Miguell. Santiago laughed. I just sat there smiling.

"Ask her about coming in first in this year's Top Gun competition. Then again she did get her little ass shot down once," said Santiago. Not sure that helped buddy. Everyone was strapped in, so I ended the conversation by lifting off. Gently. Then I tilted the plane to vertical. I thought this was fun

They didn't.

We shot up like we had a firecracker in our butt. I suspect some people were confused by the NASA launch from the west coast of Florida. Nope. Just Ruby.

I leveled off at 62 miles and explained the significance. Then Santiago released Miguell's seat belt.

You've heard this story before, so I won't repeat it. All we did was float around for a bit then we strapped in and I took us back down.

Oh yeah they enjoyed it. No experience with socks though. Yet.

We landed in the circle drive of The Falls. We were there first which I planned but there was another F-81 in the driveway. We had finally hired full-time caretakers for The Falls. Devin and Kendra walked out to greet us, and I did the introductions. We didn't hire based on looks, but somehow everyone we hired was gorgeous and I included Devin and Kendra. No fun tonight though. Then Carlina walked out and I squealed. She ran up and jumped into my arms and hugged me. I finally set her down. Well she is little.

"What are you doing here?" I asked.

"I had some meetings at State and heard there were going to be steaks. I'm down for a steak," said Carlina.

"I'm sorry. Where are my manners?" I said. I did all the introductions. I didn't tell Carlina anything other than their names and, of course, she treated them well. We are polite. Then I shared that Carlina had been our UN ambassador but retired when she graduated from the master's program at NYU. That took a bit of explanation.

"Guys. You'll get it eventually. This is the new normal," I said. They were doing better at rolling with it. Just then we heard a helicopter in the distance.

"Still old school," said Carlina. "Why don't you give Kyrsten an F-81?"

"Leslie has offered repeatedly," I said. The helicopter landed and Kyrsten ran down the stairs. Hey, Carlina got a hug before I did. At least I got a quick kiss.

I wonder if they noticed? Oh. They noticed. Devin led us all inside.

We did the introductions. I had briefed Kyrsten in advance on the entire program and she was thrilled but skeptical. Even with a favorable Congress Kyrsten would never get a program like this approved. She knew the whole story on Miguell and Dominic. The Secret Service was pissed but it helped that we assured them we would put them through the detector. Miguell even told one of the agents the story. Seeing a Secret Service agent and a gang banger, a leader of the gang, laughing together was heartening.

Santiago and Dominic found out one of the Secret Service agents raised Chihuahuas. We lost them for the evening. I dragged Kyrsten, Carlina, and Miguell out to the outdoor kitchen and we chatted while I grilled the steaks. Hey, I'm good at it. We did enough for everyone including the agents and Devin and Kendra. You knew we did. It was a lot of steaks, so Miguell was wielding a spatula under my direction. I asked Kendra to take our picture. I told the group that eventually I would release it to the media. It would have an impact. Miguell and I grilling steaks, while chatting with the President.

We quickly got through the program because we all knew the basics. We focused on the dirty cops. This was going to set an example for future cities. I let Kyrsten jump in.

"I have already committed to Ruby to put a special investigative unit together in the Tampa FBI field office. We will put several agents under cover in Ruby's operation so you will be able to work with them quietly. We will put our case together and roll them all up at once. There is always a risk, but we can minimize it. We can't eliminate it. Ruby will be a beacon so we will ensure she has security," said Kyrsten.

"And I'll be armed. I'm good at it," I said. I am. Did you doubt me?"

I will stop with the details. We had it all worked out by the time the steaks were done. We did it at The Falls for secrecy and it appeared to work.

Kyrsten eventually left and we back to the house. The Florida house. You're probably expecting a wild night of sex, but that would have muddied the waters. Crush or not, Miguell was off limits. Too bad.

Let's fast forward a bit. The program kicked off just two weeks later. It was an overwhelming success. If there was a remaining gun in a gang member's hand, it would surprise me. We had hundreds in GED programs that we funded at St. Pete College. Some had high school diplomas and they were already in college, again at SPC. We started buying up apartment buildings and small houses. Neighborhoods of houses. One of the work programs, a big one, was in construction so we hired a lot of them to refurbish the houses and apartments. We didn't skimp and they were quite nice. We moved people in as fast as possible. We subsidized small car loans and wiped out a huge part of the local inventory for affordable used cars. We even put in driver's training programs since many had never driven or never driven legally.

We couldn't get insurance for the houses, the cars, or the apartments so we started an insurance company.

We made money. There were virtually no claims. They were proud of their new lives.

The crime rate in the Tampa metro area dropped to near zero. Once the police were cleaned up, which was heartbreakingly successful, we worked with the police departments and the prosecutors to build diversion programs. If you went into our program and stayed in, your case was deferred and eventually expunged.

The local jails were damn near empty.

I released the picture of us grilling. Miguell became a national hero. Good.

It was transformative. 60 Minutes asked for an interview. I deferred it to Miguell. He blew them away. I bought him a suit from Timmy. Oh, Miguell had been to visit but that's private.

The program went statewide fairly quickly still with Miguell in charge. I didn't help his parents anymore. I didn't need to. Miguell hired them. They were awesome.

Oh, I never mentioned the name of the program, but I'll bet you already went there.

It was the Mania Life Change program. Everyone knew MLC now.

Sorry. I think I need to end this entry. I'm crying now. We'll go national soon.

Email me. Comments, ideas, and suggestions welcome

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