Who knew that the Greek Gods of Mount Olympus were full of Tops and Brats? They have a Top School to teach Tops how to spank and lift one eyebrow and there is a Brat Cave for all the Brats to hang out in! Read about the adventures of the Greek Gods!

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Hermes laughed quietly to himself, as he threw another curve ball to the poor writer. Let's see about this little path in the story line, he thought to himself.

He'd been amusing himself and his fellow brats at the brat ca…umm, his fellow brats for over a month sending story plots to the mortal and when the story was almost completed, he'd send it spinning in another direction.

Awww, so she's just about done, let's see what she wants to do with this idea! He couldn't help the laugh that escaped from his mouth.

"Hermes, I'd like a word with you."

Startled not only by the unexpected arrival of his top, but also by the tone in his voice, Hermes attempted to appear quite busy.

"Ummm, I'm working. Can it wait?" Hermes said in his best `I'm completely innocent' voice.

"Working?" The top asked, raising an eyebrow. And he was excellent at raising that eyebrow, he should be as he was the Eyebrow Lifting instructor at the Top School. "Is this the same client you've been working on for a month now?"

"Ummmm," Hermes wanted to kick himself. How could he, the god of language and writing, not be able to articulate!

"I expect a coherent answer," was the top's reply.

"Well, you see, umm, she keeps getting confused," Hermes said, trying to use the old blame it on someone else excuse that the brats had been practicing at the brat ca….er, when they got together.

"Confused? Your job is to stop the confusion! You are supposed to give ideas, storylines, not confuse the poor mortal," the tops said sternly. "I'm disappointed in you."

Tears immediately filled Hermes eyes at his top's statement. All the brats agreed that was the worst thing a top could say to them. "I'm sorry," Hermes said, sounding pitiful.

"I'm sure the writer you've been playing around with would love to hear that," the top said not giving an inch. "However, I'm sure you can make it up to her somehow, if you really are sorry."

"I am really sorry, I am," Hermes tried to convince his top of his sincerity. "How can I make it up to her?"

"Well, the first thing you could do, is give her one storyline, and let her complete it," How tops knew the answer to everything, Hermes didn't know, but he could do what his top suggested. "And while she's finishing the story, you could do some writing of your own."

Hermes was confused. He didn't write, he just sent ideas and plots to mortals. He sent a questioning look to his top, know that all tops could decipher the looks on a brat's face.

"Yes, some writing of your own. I think a hundred lines of `I will not mess around with mortal's stories and keep them in a state of confusion' every day until she finishes the story will be sufficient to show your remorse. It may also help you with your next client," the top said.

"A hundred!" Hermes gasped.

"A hundred, or a hundred lines and a spanking, whichever you prefer."

Getting up to retrieve his lines notebook, Hermes thought to himself, well I hope that she gets it done soon, or I'm going to be writing for a long time!

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