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While everyone else is glued to Nvidia, the results from Home Depot and Target will have far more to say about the markets and a lot more. Plus others like TJ Maxx, Bitcoin and the surprising Fed minutes that has a lot to say about the status of December's rate cut.Bloomberg Wary Stock Bulls Eye Walmart, Target for Clues to Consumer Healthhttps://www.bloomberg.com/news/newsletters/2025-11-17/wary-stock-bulls-eye-walmart-target-for-clues-to-consumer-health?srnd=phx-economics-v2Economic Times TGT stock falls today as Target cuts guidance and predicts weak holiday saleshttps://economictimes.indiatimes.com/news/international/us/tgt-stock-falls-today-as-target-cuts-guidance-and-predicts-weak-holiday-sales/articleshow/125437666.cms?from=mdrRead more at:https://economictimes.indiatimes.com/news/international/us/tgt-stock-falls-today-as-target-cuts-guidance-and-predicts-weak-holiday-sales/articleshow/125437666.cms?utm_source=contentofinterest&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=cppstYahooFinance Target cuts earnings guidance, warns about high prices, and predicts a weak holiday seasonhttps://finance.yahoo.com/news/target-cuts-earnings-guidance-warns-about-high-prices-and-predicts-a-weak-holiday-season-113001475.htmlCNBC TJ Maxx and Marshalls owner hikes outlook as CEO says holiday season is off to a ‘strong start'https://www.cnbc.com/2025/11/19/tjx-companies-tjx-earnings-q3-2026.htmlFOMC Minuteshttps://www.federalreserve.gov/monetarypolicy/files/fomcminutes20251029.pdf

What does it take for a brand to rise from being “one of many” to becoming “one of one?” Arjun Sen unpacks through powerful personal stories and brand lessons from 30 years in the corporate trenches, why humility, empathy, and curiosity about your customer are the foundation of sustained brand success. From an almost career-changing decision in the beer industry, to insights learned at a bagel chain, to a night spent in a retirement home — every story reveals the same truth: great brands begin with knowing the customer deeply. There is no faking it. This episode dives into how to think like your customer, feel like your customer, and act in ways that create meaningful emotional connection — not just transactions. Key takeaways for this episode include: Three kinds of brands: One of many (forgettable), One of few (considered but ignored), One of one (loved) Start with humility: Admit you are not the customer — but you can learn to know and serve them. Be, Think, Feel, Act like your customer: The mindset for every brand leader who wants to build real connection. Go for the customer's heart (not the wallet): When you truly know your customer, you can connect with them. See more episodes at https://www.secretstowinbig.com

The only thing Case is loyal to is Lids. Chicago’s best morning radio show now has a podcast! Don’t forget to rate, review, and subscribe wherever you listen to podcasts and remember that the conversation always lives on the Q101 Facebook page. Brian & Kenzie are live every morning from 6a-10a on Q101. Subscribe to our channel HERE: https://www.youtube.com/@Q101 Like Q101 on Facebook HERE: https://www.facebook.com/q101chicago Follow Q101 on Twitter HERE: https://twitter.com/Q101Chicago Follow Q101 on Instagram HERE: https://www.instagram.com/q101chicago/?hl=en Follow Q101 on TikTok HERE: https://www.tiktok.com/@q101chicago?lang=enSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

In his recent remarks about the Jeffrey Epstein files, Mike Johnson shifted from publicly demanding transparency to cautioning that the disclosure could “publicly reveal the identity … of undercover law-enforcement officers” and “chill” whistle-blowers. He argued that releasing the full files might weaken future investigations and endanger informants, effectively invoking national‐security style protections for evidence he suggested could have implications beyond the usual criminal records.By repeatedly emphasizing the danger of exposure — without detailing what those dangers are — Johnson appears to signal that Epstein's case may not merely be a private criminal network but intertwined with intelligence or covert operations. His insistence on protecting sources, methods, and “sensitive” information aligns more with the language used when classified intelligence assets are involved than when standard prosecution files are at issue. Combined with longstanding rumors that Epstein might have functioned as an intelligence asset, Johnson's position implicitly buttresses the theory: that some of the Epstein documents may sit in a realm where disclosure truly threatens national-security interests.to  contact me:bobbycapucci@protonmail.com

Welcome back to another episode of Leadership Blueprints as we continue our special DoD to AEC series for November, honoring veterans who have transitioned from active duty into the built environment. In this episode, BJ Kraemer sits down with MCFA senior project leader and former Marine Corps infantry officer Brian McGrath to explore his journey from platoon commander in Afghanistan to leading complex construction and development projects across diverse markets. Brian shares the realities of counterinsurgency operations in Helmand Province, what he learned from his time in the Marines, and how those lessons translate directly into project leadership and day-to-day decision-making around scope, schedule, and budget. Brian unpacks how he uses structure, communication, and AI tools to stay ahead of the chaos, why teamwork and humility sit at the core of his leadership philosophy, and how books and mentors continue to shape his mindset. Whether you're a transitioning veteran or a leader in the built environment, this episode offers powerful insights into what is possible when discipline, thought, and purpose collide. Tune in now!Key Points From This Episode:Hear how lessons from the Marine Corps inform his work in the construction industry. His Marine Corps career journey and experience serving as a platoon commander. How he got his first job in construction and worked his way up to estimating.Leadership lessons he carried from the Marine Corps into the private sector.Explore his approach to building professional relationships and teams. Discover what it takes to be an ideal team member: humble, hungry, smart.Quotes:“Thinking means planning better and making sure that you're getting up and you're going to projects knowing what you're talking about, what they need to know, [and] the documentation, the information is all set and prepped.” — Brian McGrath “I always loved construction. I always thought there was a connection between military and construction.” — Brian McGrath “I'm not successful in anything without the people around me.” — Brian McGrath “Until thought is linked to purpose. There's no intelligent accomplishment.” — Brian McGrath “Obstacles in your life are your life.” — Brian McGrath Links Mentioned in Today's Episode:Brian McGrath on LinkedInQuatrefoil Consulting LLCFounding Forward As a Man ThinkethLeadership Blueprints PodcastMCFAMCFA CareersBJ Kraemer on LinkedIn

Host Carter Yates and senior writer Mike Craven preview Week 13 in Texas CFB and break down SMU, Texas A&M, UNT and Texas Tech CFP paths while discussing if Sark misplayed his comments on Texas underachieving. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

In his recent remarks about the Jeffrey Epstein files, Mike Johnson shifted from publicly demanding transparency to cautioning that the disclosure could “publicly reveal the identity … of undercover law-enforcement officers” and “chill” whistle-blowers. He argued that releasing the full files might weaken future investigations and endanger informants, effectively invoking national‐security style protections for evidence he suggested could have implications beyond the usual criminal records.By repeatedly emphasizing the danger of exposure — without detailing what those dangers are — Johnson appears to signal that Epstein's case may not merely be a private criminal network but intertwined with intelligence or covert operations. His insistence on protecting sources, methods, and “sensitive” information aligns more with the language used when classified intelligence assets are involved than when standard prosecution files are at issue. Combined with longstanding rumors that Epstein might have functioned as an intelligence asset, Johnson's position implicitly buttresses the theory: that some of the Epstein documents may sit in a realm where disclosure truly threatens national-security interests.to  contact me:bobbycapucci@protonmail.comBecome a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/the-epstein-chronicles--5003294/support.

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Welcome to episode #246!

Henry starts the show by explaining that we have to stop babying JJ McCarthy in the media and be report what we see, not being able to admit when you're clearly wrong is a character flaw and more

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The Time Riders: Part 10 Egyptian Acheology, In Real Time. Based on a post by BiscuitHammer, in 16 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels. Mark felt a cold chill, but also was strangely assured that she didn't begin screaming. If anything, she sounded vaguely amused. He didn't come out, but he pushed one of his hands through the linens and waved at her. "Silly," she giggled, still smirking. "You might as well come out, because all I have to do is scream if I want help. I'm not afraid of anyone stupid enough to break into the personal chambers of a devotee of the goddess." Mark took a deep breath and walked out from beneath the linens, stopping and looking down at her, blushing at getting caught. She looked up him curiously, although she was still clearly amused, and made no attempt to cover her nudity. "You're a slave," she remarked, noting his attire. "What compelled you to hide in my room?" What was the point in lying? "I was hoping to fuck a Vestal," he confessed, shrugging and turning his palms to her in a gesture of honesty. "That's the simple truth." She raised an eyebrow. "That's brazen of you. You know we're all virgins on purpose, right? We took a sacred vow." Mark shrugged again. "Everyone has needs and urges, even sacred virgins." Aemelia giggled. "I suppose that's true. But why would; excuse me, I don't know your name, slave." "Bonosus." "Well, then, Bonosus," she intoned, setting her arm on the edge of the basin and then resting her head against two fingers while she observed him, more than a little intrigued. "What makes you think a sacred virgin of mighty Rome would want to fuck a slave, if she were indeed subject to such base desires as you describe?" "Well, you wouldn't need to take a vow if you weren't subject to them, would you?" he reasoned. "And as to why;” He slowly slipped off his ragged tunic, leaving him naked. Aemelia's eyes widened slightly as his cock came into view. "Woof," she muttered to herself as she fixated on his limp cock. "Your father, is he Bacchus, or a satyr? Because only a god or a creature of sin should be lavished with a prong like that." "Interested?" he asked, smirking back at her. "Because if you're not, maybe Marcia or Licinia would be willing to make use of me if you're not' "Hold on, now," the blonde interrupted in a quiet but calm voice, holding up her hand. "I didn't say that. All I asked was what you had to offer that a sacred virgin would be willing to compromise her vows for. And that thing makes up for a lot of sacred vows;” She rose slowly, the water cascading down her body. Not surprisingly, as a sacred virgin, her cunt was unshaved, but her wet hairs were rather light and sparse, the same color as her honey hair. "Um, you're eighteen, right?" Mark asked, wondering for a moment. Aemelia gave him a wry look, her hands moving up to her tits. "I am. A little more, in fact. Is that a problem? Am I too old for you to want to fuck me?" "No, I'm perfectly okay with you being eighteen," he assured her. "Kinda counting on it, in fact." "Well, that is good to hear," she said, allowing her hands to fall away from her tits and exposing herself again. She seemed strangely shameless, which was no doubt quite a trick to hide in these environs. "It'd be one thing for me to reject you, but it would be unthinkable for me to be rejected by a mere slave. And if you were indeed intent on someone younger, I would have to summon Lucia or Domi' "Nope, I'm intent on you, if you're willing," Mark said firmly, smiling as she watched his cock swelling slowly. He wasn't getting hard, but he was getting aroused, and it had the desired effect on his potential partner. Aemelia bit her lip as she watched his cock grow. "Normally, I just pleasure myself in the bathing basin, since it is easy to hide," she said as she stepped out of the water and walked over toward the linens he was standing in front of, drawing close to him and smiling rather saucily. "But to be fucked in the bathing basin would create too much noise, I fear. No, base slave, if you intend to have your way with me, it must be quick and dirty, and allow me to conceal any evidence after. You do not want to know what happens to a sacred virgin who has broken her vows of chastity." "I can only imagine," Mark said as he took one of the linens hanging on a peg and knelt down on one knee, beginning to dry her off. She seemed amused by his attentiveness, and put one foot on his thigh, allowing him to continue. "So, what, I should probably fuck you somewhere in here, since it's farthest from the door and least chance to be heard, right?" Aemelia nodded and pointed at the bed. "But you cannot have me on my bed either, slave, as there will be evidence of my activities. No, I fear you will simply have to push me up against a wall and fuck me, like a common whore." "Probably all we have time for," he pointed out, leering as he stood, towering over her and pulling her body to his and beginning to fondle her. She closed her eyes and sighed as he groped her tit and ran his other hand down her back to caress her ass. "Uh, my first man," she whispered, not at all flinching from his touch. If anything, she parted her legs slightly, which she reached down to stroke his hardening cock with one hand. "Not only breaking my vows to my goddess, but the sheer indignity of losing my chastity to a lowly slave;” He could tell she was getting really turned on. His hand found her cunt and he slipped two fingers inside, making Aemelia moan. She was already very wet, and he couldn't find a hymen, so he would have no problem fucking her. "You are feeling around; for my chastity," she breathed, opening her hazel eyes and looking up at him while he fingered her. "It was broken many years ago, while I was riding atop of a horse to a ceremony. It was determined to be an accident, and not a symbol of the goddess' disfavor, so I was permitted to continue serving her. Now, my chaste cunt will serve you, slave. You may fuck me. But first;” She pulled away from him and went over to the far wall, then took hold of a small wooden peg and tapped on the wall three times in a certain rhythm, then three more. She put the peg down and then walked back to him, her eyes glinting with excitement. "You may fuck me against the wall right there, slave;” she whispered breathily, clearly getting eager. She stopped in front of him and waited for something. Then he heard three faint taps in a certain rhythm, which seemed to come from the wall she'd just tapped on. Without any further hesitation, she led him over to the wall she'd indicated and bent forward, exposing her ass to him while steadying herself against the wall. Mark didn't wait, but simply placed his hands on her ass cheeks while standing behind her. He teased his hard cock against her wet twat before sliding the head inside. He felt her stiffen, her back arching, and then she was murmuring to herself. "I am disgraced; I am disgraced;” Mark smiled evilly and pushed deep inside her with one long, slow stroke. Aemelia shuddered and choked, fighting the urge to cry out as he violated her. She hissed as he bottomed out in her, pushing back on her hands to take him in further. She was silent now, just trembling as she felt his cock pinning her to him. Mark then began to stroke back and forth slowly, letting her adjust to the sensation. She was indeed tight, and he was inclined to believe her claim that she was still a virgin, even if she had no hymen. "Bonosus;” she said in a quiet voice somewhere between a gasp and a whisper. She pushed back against him again, starting to grind her ass in circles, reveling in the sensation of a man deep inside her, committing such an extreme blasphemy against Mother Rome. The two were thinking the same thing: Fuck Mother Rome. Mark started moving faster, knowing they didn't have a lot of time. His hips began smacking against her ass, and he watched as his cock glistened, sliding back and forth in her slippery cunt. "Uh, less noise, less noise!" she rasped, waving almost frantically with one hand, her eyes squeezed shut. "Do you want us to both be executed?" Mark kept pumping back and forth strongly, but refrained from slamming against her. He was still more than deep enough to send her into convulsions, though, and the priestess hissed lustily, looking back at him with glazed hazel eyes. "Make me cum," she panted, working herself against him rather inexpertly, but with amazing enthusiasm. "Disgrace my body, my temple, with your cum, slave!" Mark moved faster, and felt her cunt rippling and contracting around him greedily, indicating she was not far off from orgasm. His hands pulled her ass cheeks apart, stretching her and she bit her knuckle and keened. Covered in sweat, her arm flashed out to the side, pointing at the linens hanging next to them. "A linen!" she gasped, her breath catching in her throat. "Give me a linen before I scream!" Mark reached out and grabbed one of the long linen swaths off a peg and handed it to Aemelia, who hastily shoved as much as she could into her mouth, right before her body contorted and was wracked by orgasm. She screamed in ecstasy, the linen muffling the otherwise piercing sound magnificently. Her cunt clutched his cock fiendishly, and Mark stifled a loud groan as he began to cum deep inside her. They ground and squirmed against one another heatedly as he filled her with his pearly essence, and he could feel her cum slathering his thighs. Finally, she sagged, leaning against the wall to keep herself up while removing the linen from her mouth so she could breathe heavily. Some moments later, she eased herself forward, off his throbbing cock, gasping as it popped out of her. She turned around, leaning back against the wall and pulled Mark to her, pressing her mouth against his and kissing him deeply. She may have been a virgin, but she certainly knew how to kiss. Then again, if it was just her and a few other young women living here, that was probably to be expected. "This, slave," she whispered breathily, looking up into his eyes while she reached down and massaged his sticky, still oozing cock. "This has now been in the most sacred of cunts, a sacred temple, defiled by your base desires. Do you know what an honor you've had?" "I can guess," Mark replied, using his body to pin her to the wall and pushing back inside her again. Aemelia shuddered and groaned, going up on her toes and clasping him. "You glad I defiled your temple?" "Yes, but we need to get you out of here," she managed to say, gently pushing him back so that he fell out of her. She knelt and kissed his cock while picking up the linen she'd stuffed into her mouth, and cleaned him off with it. She then hurried over to the pegs on another wall and slipped on a simple white robe, tying it shut. She was flushed, but obviously jubilant. She helped him get back into his slave tunic. "Well, I can strike that off my bucket list," Mark mused to himself in English, smirking. "What did you say?" Aemelia asked, looking up at him as she tied the cord around his waist. "Oh, I was just thinking that at least I can count on you to not brag about this," he said somewhat hastily. "Probably not many people you wanna tell." "True, there's really only Licinia and Marcia I would tell, because they are like-minded to myself. I would tell Domitia, since I suspect she has at least as licentious a heart as any of us, but dare not, because she is impulsive, and not prone to subtlety." "No shit;” Mark muttered as she finished helping him dress. "So now what? How do we get me out of here?" "There's a secret passage you can use at the end of this hallway. It'll take you down to the basement level again, and out though a garden. Be vigilant, but you should be safe. Take a sack of supplies out into the streets, so that it looks like you're on an errand. It'll help you avoid scrutiny." She led him through her apartment and opened the door to poke her head out into the hall, looking both ways. She then took his hand and pulled him out, hurrying down to the end of the hall and then pointing at a large plaster lavabo that dominated the wall. He used his fingers to pry it open like a door, which led into a dark stairwell. He was about to step into the stairwell when she took him by the hem of his tunic and pulled him back to her, kissing him deeply and passionately for several seconds before pushing him back through the aperture and then closing the door behind him. Aemelia leaned back against the ornate plaster lavabo and sighed, looking at the ceiling. She laid and hand on her tit, stood up, straightened her robe out, and then walked down the hall, attempting to look dignified. Thankfully, servants and the priestess' minders rarely came to this floor except at designated hours. She stopped in front of the door of the apartment next to hers, which had a plaque that red 'Licinia' and rapped on the door softly. The door opened and she was pulled inside by her wrist. The door had barely closed before she and another, younger priestess were kissing one another feverishly, hands wandering over each other's bodies. "Thank you for letting me watch," Licinia murmured as her tongue tangled with Aemelia's. "I am so jealous that you got to fuck first, even if it was just a slave. But what a cock he had on him." "I know, and it was everything we had hoped it would be, sister," Aemelia breathed, breaking the kiss and pulling her sister-priestess' bedchamber robe off. "If only it could have lasted longer. But for now;” She shed her own robe and leaned back against the wall, tilting her hips forward and using two fingers to spread her thick cuntlips wide. "You need to suck his cum out of my cunt while you can;” Mark's back was getting slightly sore from carting around sacks in order to get places without being stopped and questioned. He humped several cords of wood into the rear entrance of the Trajan Baths, sighing heavily as he dumped them down near other piles meant to heat the pools, and then went in search of Becky and Nanu. He heard them before he saw them, not surprisingly; he followed the telltale noises toward a smaller, more private bath chamber away from the main rooms. He paused in the door of the room, grinning and leaning against the entranceway while he just watched. In the shallow water, Becky and Nanu were sitting facing into one another, legs scissored and pussies pressed together. They panted and moaned as they slithered and ground against each other, resting back on one hand in the cool water, and gripping each other's arms with the second. They strained against one another, backs arching and their behinds out of the water, eyes squeezed shut and teeth clenched. They both keened loudly before the dam broke. Sighing and moaning shamelessly, they squirmed and writhed, bathing each other's cunt in frothy cum. They girl-fucked one another hard, cumming for a long period before finally relaxing and settling into a squishy embrace, tits and pussies pressed together as they kissed lovingly. Mark finally came into the room, noticing that two young attendants were waiting in corners, linens ready. He shed his tunic and stepped down into the shallow pool, joining them. Becky broke the kiss to smile at him lewdly. "Well, hey, handsome," she purred, reaching over to stroke his cock, noticing it was recently used. "What did you get up to while Nanu and I were enjoying ourselves?" He was kneeling next to them, rotating his neck. "Might've used our loop to get revenge on the city for trying to kill me next week," he mentioned. "Found a certain temple, might've fucked a priestess;” Becky shook her head. "I swear, you're terrible at time theory, unless it involves doing something heinous, Mark. You are a menace." "Yeah, but you love it," he pointed out, grinning and reaching into caress one of her tits, his other hand fondling Nanu's. "Admit it." "I admit to nothing, young man," she purred, loving how his hand felt on her while she continued to stroke his cock. "Nanu asked if we could visit her family, see if they're okay. She hasn't seen them for a decade now." "I'm all right with that," Mark answered, shrugging. "We should give 'em money, too, improve their lot in life. Sounds like Egyptian peasants in the Roman era don't have a lot goin' for 'em." Becky smiled slyly. "Now that you mention it;” Akhmim, in a corner of the former Lower Kingdom. It was the time of year where the mighty Iteru was to have overflowed its banks and then receded, leaving the land gloriously fertile, and ready for the people to grow their crops and sell their goods to the merchants in the cities. But this year, the great god Hap'i had withheld his bounty, and the river had barely breached its banks. The land was dry, and crops scarce. People had been bringing muddy water from the edges of the river in buckets in a desperate attempt to fertilize their fields. Kiya sighed glumly as she tilled a shallow trench in the woefully dry soil on their farm. A wind blew across the field, and she was depressed to see that it carried reddish dust with it. She was the youngest remaining child, and she did the least skilled work as a result. She despaired of ever being married, since her parents could not afford to lose her. Years ago, they had sold their youngest daughter, in the hopes of getting enough money to improve the farm, with new tools and maybe some irrigation equipment, but they'd been had, and the materials and tools they'd bought were junk. It had cost them all the money they'd made in selling their child, and now they had less than ever. They barely subsisted even in the bountiful years, and during droughts like this, it could be deadly. Other farms were empty, due to death or abandonment. She stopped for a moment and leaned on the rickety hoe she was using, squeezing her eyes shut and stifling a sob. She missed her little sister. Yes, Nanu had only been a year younger than her, but she'd been a joy in Kiya's young life, and they were very close to one another. Kiya loved little Nanu, and then one day, she was gone. As she opened her eyes and looked out over the dusty field at the long, thin rows of trenches, she wondered if Hap'i was punishing them for selling her little sister. Kiya wouldn't have blamed the god; she remembered being angry too, and she hadn't talked to her parents for days. Her older siblings, especially Aneksi and Joba, her eldest sister and brother, had loudly declared that it was a good thing to do, since it was one less mouth to feed, and Nanu had been useless for chores anyway. She was six years old when we sold her! Kiya thought angrily to herself as she glared at the barren field. What did you think she was going to be able to do? She heard a horn call and looked down at the distant river dully; she could see an ornate boat sailing downstream, being punted by dark-skinned Nubian slaves, the huffer standing at the bow waving for less important ships to move aside. Nobles, she grumbled to herself sourly. Probably on their way to Memphis to eat splendid food, and meet with their Roman friends. Splendid food. She'd almost forgotten what anything other than bread or little bits of fish tasted like. And the drought made even bread scarce, while fish were dangerous to try to catch, because of the hippos and crocodiles that crowded the river. In years like this, the crocodile demons were especially aggressive. Movement caught her eye, and she saw a palanquin coming up the banks on the small, dusty road. It wasn't even a road, really, so much as a failed ditch that had been meant for irrigation of the nearby farms. Slaves carried the palanquin on their shoulders, and diaphanous curtains concealed who sat within. A tall, light-skinned slave walking with a tall stick led the way. Just behind him came a woman riding a mule, a cloak wrapped around her upper body to protect her from the dusty wind. They seemed to be coming this way. Why are they headed this way? Kiya wondered with a frown. What could they possibly want here in dusty little Akhmim? She stood up and began walking toward the palanquin as it drew closer, her hoe held casually in her right hand: unthreatening, but ready in case their intentions were malign. She could see now that the male slave leading the way was rugged and handsome, with brown hair and deep eyes. Behind him, she woman on the horse, whom she assumed was still a slave, seemed rather pretty beneath her swathes of dark grey linen and fabrics. Were her eyes; blue? She glanced over at her ramshackle house that she, her siblings, her parents and grandparents lived in. No one else seemed to have noticed yet, or were too far away to see. Clearly this would be up to Kiya for now. So how should she react? She played it safe and got down on both knees, bowing her head and looking at the reddish-brown ground beneath her. It was hot on her knees. She hoped this wouldn't take long, for she had to get back to the trenches, so that the other could pour their meagre water and begin to plant seeds. Kiya waited quietly. "I always did like seeing you on your knees, Ki;” she heard a sweet, girly voice say. Her head flicked up and she looked at the source of the voice; she could see a beautiful face leaning out between the curtains of the palanquin and smirking at her. Kiya's eyes widened and her jaw opened as the young woman slid down out of the palanquin and began walking toward her. She was wearing shimmering white clothes that hugged her lovely figure, and her hazel eyes danced in excitement. She was wearing gleaming gold jewelry, adorned with lapis and other gems. She was radiant, like a goddess. "N; Nanu?" Kiya asked in a tiny, incredulous voice. The vision of her long-lost sister nodded, still smiling. "NANU!!!" shrieked the older girl, dropping the hoe and launching herself forward into a crushing hug with her sister. She'd burst into tears by the time she reached Nanu, and the younger sister was crying as well while they embraced. Mark and Becky looked on, smiling as the sisters were reunited, crying together. True, Nanu's sister (the one named Kiya, they assumed) was getting dust all over Nanu's immaculate clothing, but it didn't matter. There were plenty of new outfits for her anyway. Kiya began planting tear-wet kisses all over Nanu's face, almost as if they were a method of making sure she was real. The weeping Nanu returned the kisses. Mark's head began tilting slowly on an angle as he watched, because the kisses were becoming slower, and seemingly more meaningful and; affectionate. "Well, now;” Becky said as she watched intently. "Hello, ancient Egypt." Nanu and Kiya were now absorbed in a very deep kiss, holding one another tight. Mark could see their tongues rolling around the insides of their cheeks. The whimpers of crying had given way to muffled moans while their hands wandered up each other's backs and came to rest on their ass cheeks. Still they kissed one another almost hungrily. Mark leaned in closer to Becky and whispered to her. "I get the feeling they really missed each other." The sisters finally broke the kiss, more for needing oxygen than any other consideration. They pressed their foreheads together, panting heavily as they stared into one another's eyes. Their lips were still glistening from the kiss they'd shared. Nearly a minute had passed before Kiya pulled her head back and looked at her little sister in renewed wonderment. "Nanu;” she managed to say. "How; what are you;” "Do you like it?" chimed Nanu, stepping back just far enough to do a twirl and display her raiment. The gold she wore on her neck, arms and ankles tinkled almost musically. "I have lots more." "We; mom and dad sold you;” Kiya said, still gaping. "They; they sold you as a slave. What miracle of the gods is this?" "Oh, the best kind," the younger girl quipped, giggling. "But I don't wanna explain this ten times, so why don't you get everyone over here? I'll have my slaves set up a shelter for us all to sit under." Kiya will still bordering on confused, but she nodded and turned to race back toward the hut, calling out loudly for people. Nanu watched her for a few moments before turning to look at Mark and Becky and smiling. "You two sure missed each other," Mark observed, grinning, while Becky fanned herself. Nanu gave Mark a snarky look and stuck out her tongue. "We were best friends, Kiya and I, we only had each other, really. And then I was gone for ten years. Is it really so surprising that we can pick up where we left off?" "Nah, just some culture shock is all," Mark chuckled as he laid down the packs he was carrying and then began unslinging others from the side of the mule Becky sat on, and the palanquin. "Shall I set up the shelter, your majesty?" Nanu giggled. "I could get used to that. Please!" The porters placed the palanquin on the ground, and began helping Mark set up the shelter. Along with their pay, they'd been promised good food and wine, so they were more than willing to put in great effort. Mere minutes had passed before a shelter was set up on sturdy poles, with curtains that could be fastened to the sides to keep out the dust and wind. Nanu crawled back inside the palanquin while Becky waited just outside. Before long, a group of people was approaching, being led by an eager Kiya. She kept badgering everyone to hurry up, and several seemed more than a little annoyed at her harrying them. They were of various ages, and all dressed similarly to Kiya, in the common wear of Egypt's teeming peasantry. Becky glanced subtly to the side, to look at Nanu. The young Egyptian woman was staring at the approaching throng, her eyes glassy, and she bit her lip to keep from crying. She didn't want to be crying when her family saw her again. Becky drew the curtains closed to give her some time to compose herself. She then stood and waited patiently while everyone approached. They were a rough lot, clearly hardened by a life of toil on one of the endless farms that lined the Nile. There were young men and women, some children who belonged to what she assumed were couples, and some elders laboring to bring up the rear. The crowd stopped near the shelter, and looked at the visitors silently. Becky nodded to them all said then spoke in a clear voice. "Do any of you speak the tongue of Rome?" Silence and blank stares greeted her. Unimpressed, she turned and called back. "Mark, none of them speak Latin, I need you." "Not the last time I'll ever hear you say that," he chuckled as he joined her. She gave him a sour look and swatted his arm. He ignored the assault and called out to everyone. "Has Kiya told you what we're doing here?" Many of the people shook their heads, but still didn't say anything. Mark gave Becky a sidelong glance, and the blonde woman went back to the palanquin, knelt, and pulled aside the curtain. She helped an elegant woman in white out of the vehicle, and she walked forward, holding a gauzy white veil over her head to conceal her features. She approached the group, and an older man finally pushed to the front and addressed her humbly. "How can this humble family serve you, mistress?" he asked. Nanu now pulled the veil over her head, letting them take a good look at her. Kiya looked like she was almost ready to burst. Several faces remained blank for quite some time, but others began to express shock as recognition set in. "Nanu?" asked the man in a quavering voice. "Yeah, it's me, dad," she said, her eyes shining again. "I'm home for a visit." "NANU!" an older woman blurted as she forced her way through the crowd and dashed forward. Nanu quit trying not to cry as she embraced her mother for the first time in more than a decade. Becky pressed her fingers to her lips as she watched and tried not to tear up. Mark just grinned. "Mommy," Nanu choked as she held the other woman tight. "I've missed you so much!" "How is this possible?" her father asked, sinking to his knees. "We; I had to sell you, to those Romans, in order to make enough money to' "The Flavians in Clysma, yes," Nanu affirmed, looking over her mother's shoulder and nodding while the elder woman wept. "And they sent me to Rome, once they discovered I could dance." "You always were a good little dancer!" Kiya gushed, almost bouncing up and down on the spot. Many of the other members of the family were drawing closer now, still gazing in wonder. Her father seemed to be going pale and trembling, though. "Are; are you sent back as a glorious spirit, to punish me for selling my beautiful daughter? Have mercy on me, I' "Dad, stop being so dramatic," Nanu almost complained as she let go of her mother and walked toward him. She hauled him to his feet and placed her tiny hands in his, letting him feel them. "See? I'm still flesh and blood, not a stupid spirit. I'm not a Flavian slave anymore, either. I'm wealthy and I have my own slaves." They all looked at Mark and Becky now. Becky pulled down the fabric around her head, and many of them gasped as her golden blonde hair and sea-blue eyes came into full view. They'd never seen anyone like her before. These were Nanu's slaves? Her father shook his head slowly. "I still do not understand. How did this happen?" "Who cares?" someone groused from the back of the crowd in a gruff, male voice. Nanu knew it right away, and looked up sourly. The crowd parted to let the speaker come forward. It was her eldest brother, Bata, and he was the second eldest of the siblings after Meritites, Nanu's big sister. He'd always been something of a bully toward her. More than something, actually. Nanu and Kiya both had unpleasant memories of the older boy. "We sold you for money, and what good did it do us?" the young man sneered, moving forward now. Nanu took half a step back, clearly intimidated. "The tools we bought were shit, and we're struggling harder than ever. You can't even be sold without fucking things up for your fa' Mark had lunged in and slammed his fist across Bata's jaw, sending him spinning to the ground. Everyone except Becky gasped, and one sister cried out in fright. Mark stood over the downed boy, glowering at him. Bata was holding his jaw, his eyes wide in shock. He could taste blood. "Got anything else to say about my mistress, shitbag?" Mark challenged. Bata glared at Mark before his gaze flicked over to the axe he'd dropped when he got punched. "Oh, please try that, I dare you,", Mark growled, unmoved by the perceived threat. "I'll shove that axe handle so far up your ass that you'll have splinters in your tongue for a month." Bata looked away, unable to endure Mark's glare. The younger man stepped back and let Nanu's brother get to his feet. Bata grabbed a woman by the wrist and stomped off, dragging her behind. Several of Nanu's siblings sighed and were visibly relieved. Mark then stepped back and let Nanu take over again. The Egyptian girl, still a little rattled, took a deep breath, composing herself. She then spoke to her family again. "I'm sorry. I thought I'd never see you again. I thought I'd die, far from home, never to return. I; I want to make sure that mom and dad never have to do anything like that again for our family's survival." Nanu brought her mother back to the family and helped her father stand. They were murmuring to one another and hugged, while people began crying. Several men and women watched on, some passively, some with curiosity. Mark assumed these were spouses who had married into the family since Nanu's departure some ten years ago. Nanu was hugging her oldest sister, Meritites, and sharing kisses with her, although not quite as affectionate as those she'd shared with Kiya. She then hugged and kissed her other siblings; Djoser, Ameny, Khafra, Nefer, Tiaa, Horemheb, Jobra, Anpu, and Senet. Jeebus, Becky thought, trying not to frown as she looked at the mother, whose name was apparently Pypuy. Twelve kids? How did her uterus not just fall right out? Nanu's father, Akhom, still seemed overwhelmed, but maybe that was understandable. He had, after all, clearly made an agonizing decision and it seemed to be revisiting him, even if the circumstances were joyous for everyone else. Nanu had explained to Mark and Becky that selling children into slavery in order for a poor family to survive was not uncommon in Egypt, but clearly it was still painful for all involved. Finally, the greetings ended, and Nanu, with her eyes still glistening, smiled at her family. "Let's eat, I brought lots of food." The shelter Mark and the slaves had erected was large enough to conceal everyone from the sun. They ate bread, figs, fish, and wine. Kiya excused herself and ran back to the house. Even Nanu's father seemed to have adjusted and was now enjoying himself. More than anything, though, there were endless questions. "I got lucky," Nanu said simply. "I know it seems impossible, but look at me. What more proof do you need? I am wealthy now, and not a slave. I came home to let you know, and also to give you money, so that you no longer need to struggle. You will live very comfortably. You could probably even retire from the farm and move into a town or city if you wanted to." "You're not coming with us?" her sister Tiaa asked, looking rather upset. "We just got you back, and you've been gone so long." Nanu looked down at the ground, going silent, wondering what to say. She felt very torn. Here she was, back with the family she'd missed her entire life, and giving them money, but beyond that, she had nothing to back it up; Mistress Aurora and Bonosus, or whatever their real names happened to be, were not her slaves. She had no talents that made her a patrician. She could barely read. She'd come here, so secure in her plan to see her family, alleviate any suffering they were enduring, and then go off on this grand adventure with her new beloved associates. They'd even told her she might be able to see her family again. But now, in this dingy but so comforting environment. She looked up and saw Kiya approaching again, carrying something in her arms. Everyone let her through, and she knelt next to Nanu, smiling. Nanu's eyes went wide. Kiya gently passed her the baby. It couldn't have been more than a year old. "Her name is Nanu," Kiya said softly, her brown eyes shining. "Named after the little sister I thought I'd lost forever." Nanu looked up and her eyes were glassy with wonder. "Who is her father?" Kiya smiled sadly. "The river took him earlier this year, during Akhet. I'm sorry you never met him." "She's beautiful," Nanu murmured, caressing the tiny cheek with her thumb, and feeling her heart thrum in her chest. "So beautiful." "There's all the time in the world now, for you to raise her and love her," her sister said, putting a hand on Nanu's arm. "I know you'll love her as much as I do. We can raise her together, just like we always talked about when we were younger. And I; what's wrong, Nanu?" Tears were now streaming down the younger girl's face as she tried to keep from bursting out crying. Becky found herself trying not to cry as well, even if she didn't understand the language. "I'm; I'm sorry, Kiya," she managed to say, while her sister's eyes teared up, knowing what was coming. "I can't stay, I now have a different life I must get back to. And it's not here in Akhmim, or even Keme itself." "I understand," Kiya rasped, her eyes red as she tried to hold it together. She loved Nanu so much. "Can't take us with you?" "No, I can't," Nanu said sadly, shaking her head slowly as she squeezed her eyes shut, crystalline tears falling onto the linen the baby in her arms was wrapped in. "I don't know how that would work." "Will we ever see you again?" her sister Ameny almost pleaded. "I want to say yes," Nanu replied, her eyes still closed. "But even visiting now was very difficult to arrange. But I promise you, I will try. And if I ever find a way to take you all away from here, then I will. And we'll all live in splendor together forever." Most of the girls were crying at this point, and even a few of her brothers were sniffling. Her mother and father just knelt quietly, looking very forlorn and lost. Nanu handed the baby back to Kiya and hugged her parents tight. "But even if I can't be here, I'm still looking after you, like I promised," she said in an earnest tone. She glanced over at Mark, who nodded and rose, using two of the porters to unfasten sacks from the mule and also the palanquin. When he brought them over, he laid them in front of Nanu, who opened them to display the contents. Her family members gaped in awe. More gold coins than they could have imagined glittered within. "You'll need to be quiet for some time about where it all came from, and not just spread it around, but this'll give even my niece's great-grandchildren a very comfy life if you're not stupid with it," she announced, running her hands through the coinage so they could hear the sound of it. "Like I said, you could become the wealthiest farmers in the region, or become traders in a nearby city. As long as you look after one another, always. Even Bata." "Don't worry about Bata, sis," grunted the second eldest brother, Anpu, looking at Meritites and smiling. She reached over and squeezed his hand. "We'll make Bata behave." "I know," sniffled Nanu, smiling and wiping at her eye. She'd always liked her big brother Anpu. He wasn't a jerk like Bata. "Just protect my sisters, Anpu, and my niece." He nodded, looking proud, since she'd assigned him this task. "Do you really need to leave already, Tahemet?" Djoser asked, calling Nanu by her childhood nickname of 'Queenie'. When they'd all been younger, Nanu, as the youngest, usually got the short end of the stick about everything. So she made up for it by having an active pretend life, where she was a queen, regal and worshipped by all. Meri, the eldest, had given her the nickname, but not in a mocking way, even if Bata used it as such. Nanu considered. Mark turned around and whispered to the porters. "Stay with us another night, and we'll triple your pay and give you all the remaining food." The men nodded readily. Nanu wanted to ask Mark and Becky, but they were supposed to be her slaves for this visit, so she couldn't be asking them. The decision was hers. She opened her eyes and smiled. "I'll stay until tomorrow." Everyone seemed relieved at her proclamation, and they continued eating and drinking merrily. Becky had to admit, they were taking this all in good stride. Then again, when all your deities had bird or reptile heads, there probably wasn't a lot you couldn't take on faith anyway. Mark now conversed with the family (with Nanu's permission), about how Nanu had come into wealth and escaped slavery, not to mention acquiring two exceptional specimens such as himself and Becky for slaves. Mark did something he was becoming distressingly good at and lied. It saved Nanu the hassle, which was just as well, since she spent much of her time holding Kiya's baby and talking quietly with her sister. Clearly they'd been attached at the hip when they were younger, and there was much about one another they were keen to rediscover. Watching them subtly touch each other and hold hands, thumbs gently caressing, brought a smile to Becky's face. She resolved to make sure Nanu got to see her family again. The day had worn on, and Nanu had to remind everyone repeatedly that there was no immediate need to get back to toiling over the barren landscape, since she had come with plenty of money. Evening was upon them, and the family began returning to the dwelling that served as their home. Mark added treated skins around the shelter, converting it into a tent, while Nanu begged Kiya to stay with her for the night, to which the older sister agreed readily. Last of all, she hugged her father and mother, promising to see them in the morning. They took little Nanu with them, leaving Mark, Becky, Nanu, and Kiya alone in the tent. The porters had returned to the boat and would sleep there. Once the flaps were all fastened shut, Nanu and Kiya had almost attacked one another, kissing feverishly, and tearing one another's clothes off. Alex smiled and watched while they took their own clothes off. They lay on a blanket together on their sides, with Mark spooning her. He caressed and fondled her gently while she squirmed her ass back against him and they watched the sisters, small sturdy covered lamps in the corners providing dim illumination. Naked and wrapped up in a tangle of writhing limbs, Nanu and Kiya were continuing to kiss hungrily, moaning the entire time. Hands wandered over forms they hadn't touched in over ten years, and those had probably changed considerably in the interim. They murmured and whispered to one another through the kissing, words Mark didn't try all that hard to make out. Let them have their fun. "Umm, there you are," Becky purred as she felt Mark get nice and hard while watching the show. She reached behind herself and took hold of his hard cock, guiding it to her cunt. She teased it up and down the slippery nether lips before letting Mark press home, and sinking deep inside her. They both moaned with relief at the coupling. Mark kissed Becky's neck and fondled her opulent tits as he began pushing his cock in and out of her slowly. They slowly made love while watching the sisters just to their side rediscover one another, after over a decade apart. Becky smiled as Nanu kissed Kiya deeply, expressing her innermost longings and desires. The younger sister lay on top of the older one, holding one another tight and kissing, their nubile bodies squirming together. "I love watching family reunions," Becky sighed quietly as she flexed her fingers on Mark's hip while he slid in and out of her, still massaging her opulent tits. "Look at them, Mark, they're so in love, and so happy to see one another." "It's certainly a feel good moment," he agreed, loving how she flexed her cunt muscles around him as he pushed him himself back and forth. "Mind you, just about everything involving you is, I find." Becky smiled and reached up to caress his cheek before turning her face to kiss him. While they were engaged in a tongue-lock, Nanu began kissing and nibbling her way slowly down Kiya's soft, responsive body, thrilling to hear the murmurs and whimpers of her sister again. She kissed her tan tits, swirling her tongue around the hard brown nipple, before biting and tugging on it, then giggling. "You can't imagine how long I've yearned to see you with tits, Ki," she said quietly, smirking up at the older girl. "They're everything I've ever hoped for and dreamed of." "Just wait until you see my cunt, then," Kiya replied, shivering beneath her sister's kisses. How she'd missed them! "And let me see if yours has become everything I've ever dreamed of." Nanu nodded and then wiggled around until her hips were over Kiya's face. In the dim light, the older sister could see the tempting twat, glistening with arousal and shaved curiously smooth. It must have been how they did things in distant Rome, of which her little sister was now apparently queen or some such thing. Without a moment's hesitation, she craned her head up and began kissing, sending shudders through Nanu and making her moan. The sisters kissed and lapped at one another, lovers reunited after agonizing years apart. They fell into it naturally, remembering what the other loved and craved, even if their bodies had changed in the interim. Nanu sighed in bliss at the taste of her sister, cloying and sweet on her tongue. She felt Kiya go rigid as one of her fingers slipped inside her twat. They rolled slowly onto their sides, legs locked around each other's head as they sucked on one another's cunt hungrily, lost in mutual pleasure. Mark and Becky kept watching, undulating and squirming as quietly as they could, letting the sisters rediscover their lost love. Nanu and Kiya were moaning into one another's pussies now, little gasps escaping them. They could see Nanu's ass cheeks clenching and pushing forward against her sister's face, even while Kiya slithered her tongue around inside her. They were both trembling and sweating now, bodies shining in the dim, flickering orange light inside the tent. "Ooh, here we go," Becky whispered, her hand reaching back to rest on Mark's neck and help keep her braced against him. "Let's see how long this has been pent up;” Both sisters were shaking now, but still lapping and sucking on each other relentlessly, squeaking and whimpering as they tried to hold out. But their lust would not be denied, and they both keened and strained, finally cumming. Mark and Becky watched in fascinated delight as Nanu bathed her sister's face in her glistening cum, and heard her moaning as Kiya reciprocated. Becky shivered and pressed her ass back against Mark, hard, sighing as she began to cum as well. Mark pressed forward with his hips, pushing his cock as far inside her as he could, pumping his cum deep into her greedy cunt. They squirmed and ground against each other, with Mark biting Becky's neck and her fingers running through his hair. "Umm, Mark;” she cooed, nuzzling against him, loving the feel of his molten cum inside her. "You have no idea how good this feels." "If it's one tenth as good as that, then pretty damn incredible," Mark said, nodding at Nanu and Kiya, who were still kissing one another's pussies, murmuring quietly and caressing. Nanu disengaged her mouth from Kiya's snatch and turned around again, lying on top of her sister as they began kissing again, tasting themselves on each other's lips. Kiya moved her right leg and Nanu her left, shifting around until their gooey pussies were squashed together, which they both obviously found immensely comforting. They ended their kiss, and Nanu looked over at Mark and Becky dreamily, her face shining with cum. "I would like to let Kiya taste you both;” Mark and Becky nodded, remembering that they were still pretending Nanu was noble and they were mere slaves. Mark slowly pulled his cock out of Becky and rolled onto his back. He pulled his teacher on top of him, facing up, with his cock poking up between her legs. The sisters crawled over, with Kiya looking rather hesitant, but trusting her little sister. She gazed at Mark's erect cock and Becky's twat in wonder. "He's huge," she breathed, unconsciously licking her lips. "You're lucky to have such a big cock at your disposal whenever you like, Nanu." "Don't I know it," giggled the younger sister, taking hold of Mark's tool and holding it up for Kiya, while she began kissing Becky's cunt, shivering as she tasted Mark's cum dribbling out of her mistress. "You'll love the taste of this cunt, too." Kiya began experimenting with kissing Mark's cock, which was glistening with his and Becky's mingled cum. The Egyptian girl seemed intimidated by its size initially, but remembered that Nanu clearly loved it, so there must be nothing to fear. Her hand joined Nanu's around the base of the shaft and soon she was sliding her tongue up and down his length, much like Nanu was doing to Becky's sweet twat. The sisters paused to kiss, tongues tangling as they shared the cum they'd both lapped up, humming contentedly into one another's mouth. To watch them, Mark would have sworn they'd done this before. They both stroked his shaft, while Nanu caressed Becky's cunt. The two girls pressed their foreheads together, giggling at some secret between them. Nanu looked at Becky and Mark warmly. "We should sleep, my family will not leave us alone for long. And I want my sister to try fucking you both before we must leave." "I do not want you to go," Kiya sighed. "I just got you back, Tahamet, it breaks my heart that you intend to leave again. Couldn't; couldn't you and your servants stay with us? You could even lead our family, since you are the one with the wealth. We could live wherever we wanted. I wanted to raise my daughter with you, my other half, missing for so long." Nanu's eyes glistened as she looked over at Mark and Becky. The blonde woman smiled lovingly. "Nanu," she said gently in Latin, which Kiya didn't speak. "This is your decision. If you want to stay with your sister and your family, Mark and I will understand. We'll leave the money with you, and even come and visit you when we can." The tear on her cheek was proof of how torn the young woman was by this decision. And it was one she had to make alone, possibly for the first time in her entire life. It had to be terrible for her. Finally, she hung her head for several moments, and when she looked back up, she was smiling. "Ki, I must go back to my life,", she sighed, her mind made up. "Trust me, I really want to stay, or to take you with me, especially you and little Nanu, but it must be this way. I can promise to visit, and that will have to do." "I understand," the older sister choked, nodding as her eyes welled over with tears. "I do. It's just hard. I'm so glad that you're alive and happy. It means so much to me. If the price is sending you away again, I can endure it. For you. For us. You know how in love with you I am." "Same as I am with you," Nanu said, her voice cracking and tears flowing. "Just remember that I'll keep my promise and visit whenever I can." The sisters grappled onto one another and began kissing feverishly, lying on their sides while their hands wandered freely. Mark chuckled and allowed Becky to clamber off him. She went to lie on the far side, spooning into Nanu and making sure she stayed pressed to her sister. Mark, meanwhile, spooned into Kiya, holding her in place against Nanu, while the two girls continued kissing and whimpering into one another's mouths. The two time travelers reached across and rested a hand on each other, smiling and relaxing, waiting for the Egyptian girls to nod off, their lips still pressed together in a forever-kiss. It was a long-overdue night of safety and contentment for the two. It was just dawn now, and Kiya looked like she was going into convulsions as she rocked up and down on top of Mark's cock. It was far the largest she'd ever had inside her, and it felt like it was splitting her open, like a wedge split wood. She could feel crackling and popping in her hips. How did Nanu, who was even smaller than her, endure it? Becky was kneeling right behind Kiya over Mark's thighs, pressed into the smaller girl and smiling wickedly while she molested her tits. Meanwhile, Nanu was kneeling over Mark's mouth, letting him lash her cunt with his tongue, while she faced into her older sister, loving the look on Kiya's face as she was almost fucked in half. Kiya squirmed and writhed, gasping like she was being choked, her eyes rolling up into her head. It wasn't long before her cunt clenched Mark ferociously, and Nanu had to lean forward and kiss her sister before Kiya shrieked in unreal ecstasy and woke up the entire family over and over, three hundred meh-ta away. Mark ground into Nanu's cunt as he arched his hips, pushing up somehow deeper inside Kiya and then cumming, filling her so profusely that she was once again shaking like she was having a seizure. The squishy noises of his cum bubbling out of her filled the tiny tent. Nanu shivered and came on his mouth seconds later. Becky hauled the nearly unconscious Kiya off of Mark's pole, while Nanu leaned down and sucked it clean quickly. She then moved forward quickly to lie between her sister's legs, sucking Mark's cum out of her cunt with a fiendish eagerness. Becky crawled over to join Mark and they watched the sisters quietly. Nanu finished draining Kiya of cum, finally, and crawled over her, nestling down onto her body. Not surprisingly, they were kissing again. "Jeez, you ever seen too people more in love?" he mused, smirking as he lazily caressed her tits while she sat in front of him. "I ain't complaining about the show," Becky replied, nodding and grazing her fingernails along his forearm. "She must really believe in our promise to her if she's willing to leave her sister and niece behind to come with us. I feel slightly bad about it." Mark shrugged. "She wouldn't have even had this choice without us, Becks," he pointed out. "Clearly our offer means a lot to her. 'sides, she knows she can always visit them now, just like we promised. And if the Holmes Field Device won't bring her forward, we can leave her here with them, right?" "I guess that's true," Becky agreed, nodding and just watching. "What is that language they speak to one another when they don't want anyone to understand them?" Kiya asked in a whisper, looking just past her sister's shoulder at Mark and Becky suspiciously. "I don't even know," Nanu confessed. "I've never heard it before. Anywhere." Kiya gazed up into her younger sister's eyes, giving her a skeptical look. "They're not your slaves, are they? There's no damn way two people as magnificent as that are slaves to anybody, forget a dopey little slut of a girl from Akhmim." Nanu sighed. "Fine, you got me," she whispered, pretending to kiss her sister's ear, while Kiya squirmed and held her close. They made a show of grinding their pussies together, giving Mark and Becky something to look at. "They're not my slaves. I was hers, for a little bit. But what they really are is adventurers, from very far away. And they're taking me with them, to share their adventures. Not as a slave, but as one of them." Kiya assessed what her sister was saying for some time, trying to parse it out. It sounded absurd, but then, so was Nanu

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AI Weekly News Rundown November 09 to November 16 2025:Tune in at https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/ai-business-weekly-news-rundown-vibe-revenue-ai-companies/id1684415169?i=1000736889012Welcome to AI Unraveled, Your daily briefing on the real world business impact of AIIn this week's edition:

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Has Hollywood suddenly become pro-family? Mikey, Andrew, Blake, Daisy, and Alex Clark all discuss the way stars seem to be coming around to what Charlie always said about marriage and kids. Plus, a trove of new Epstein emails have come out. What do they really reveal and who should really be embarrassed? The team reacts. Watch every episode ad-free on members.charliekirk.com! Get new merch at charliekirkstore.com!Support the show: http://www.charliekirk.com/supportSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Has Hollywood suddenly become pro-family? Mikey, Andrew, Blake, Daisy, and Alex Clark all discuss the way stars seem to be coming around to what Charlie always said about marriage and kids. Plus, a trove of new Epstein emails have come out. What do they really reveal and who should really be embarrassed? The team reacts. Watch every episode ad-free on members.charliekirk.com! Get new merch at charliekirkstore.com!Support the show: http://www.charliekirk.com/supportSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

4:20 pm: Jason Perry, Director of the Hinckley Institute of Politics, joins the program to discuss the congressional district map put in place by Judge Dianna Gibson and why it is a departure from past districts used by the state.5:05 pm: Salt Lake County GOP Chairman Mike Carey joins Rod and Greg to discuss the specifics of the new congressional district put in place by Judge Dianna Gibson, the borders, the voting history, and why he says the district is more gerrymandered than the map submitted by Utah lawmakers.6:05 pm: Curtis Houck, Managing Editor of Newsbusters at the Media Research Center, joins the show for a conversation about how news programs from the nation's “Big Three” networks, ABC, CBS and NBC, have all now reported that Democrats are responsible for the government shutdown.6:38 pm: Sarah Parshall Perry, Vice President at Defending Education and Senior Legal Fellow at the Heritage Foundation, joins Rod and Greg to discuss a federal appellate court ruling that an Ohio school district violated students' First Amendment rights by compelling them to use the preferred pronouns of classmates.

Welcome to The Daily, where we study the Bible verse by verse, chapter by chapter, every day. Today's shout-out goes to William Childress from Clanton, AL. Your commitment through Project23 helps deliver God's Word daily with clarity and conviction. This one's for you. Our text today is Judges 12:5-6. And the Gileadites captured the fords of the Jordan against the Ephraimites. And when any of the fugitives of Ephraim said, "Let me go over," the men of Gilead said to him, "Are you an Ephraimite?" When he said, "No," they said to him, "Then say Shibboleth," and he said, "Sibboleth," for he could not pronounce it right. Then they seized him and slaughtered him at the fords of the Jordan. At that time 42,000 of the Ephraimites fell. — Judges 12:5-6 The pride-fueled conflict between Ephraim and Gilead spiraled into devastation. At the Jordan River crossings, men were identified by a single word—"Shibboleth." Ephraim's inability to pronounce it exposed them, and 42,000 were slaughtered. This wasn't just a loss of numbers; it was a loss of brothers. Israel's strength was drained not by foreign invaders, but by internal division. Pride always extracts a heavier toll than we imagine. Pride blinds us. It convinces us that winning the argument, defending our ego, or holding the grudge is worth it. But pride always takes more than it gives. For Ephraim, it cost 42,000 lives. For us, pride may not take thousands, but it can destroy marriages, split churches, fracture friendships, and poison families. The irony is, pride promises control but always delivers destruction. It tricks us into thinking we're winning when we're really losing. It makes us fight battles we never needed to fight and leaves scars we never needed to carry. Pride robs marriages of peace, friendships of trust, churches of unity, and leaders of influence. But humility does the opposite. It restores what pride destroys. It creates peace, strengthens relationships, and builds trust where pride would tear it down. Don't wait until pride costs you everything to discover it's not worth the price. Choose humility now—before pride takes what you can never get back. The cost of pride is devastation, but the opportunity of humility is life, peace, and blessing. ASK THIS: Where is pride quietly at work in my life right now? What relationships am I putting at risk because of stubborn ego? Do I really believe humility saves more than pride ever can? DO THIS: Today, choose one area where pride is whispering, "Defend yourself." Instead, practice humility. Admit the fault, forgive the offense, or let go of the need to win. PRAY THIS: Lord, protect me from the cost of pride. Give me humility to value unity over ego and peace over being right. Help me see that humility leads to life, but pride always ends in destruction. Amen. PLAY THIS: "Humble King."

Today, the guys chat while eating some breakfast, this includes table bacon. Bob covers Blondies new tour announcement, and Chuy covers soup... Again. They talked about things they're afraid to admit out loud, and the guys get a confession from a listener that's hard to beat. Support the show: https://www.klbjfm.com/mattandbobfm/See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Send us a textEpisode-148In this episode, we unpack the myth, separate inspiration from evidence, and explain why phonics, though imperfect, remains the most equitable and effective foundation for teaching all children to read, especially those from disadvantaged backgrounds.In this episode, we unpack the myth, separate inspiration from evidence, and explain why phonics, though imperfect, remains the most equitable and effective foundation for teaching all children to read, especially those from disadvantaged backgrounds.Article discussed:https://open.substack.com/pub/daviddidau/p/the-dyslexia-miracle-school-is-no?r=6k3ev&utm_medium=ios

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Study Genesis 43:15-44:17 with Pastor Mark Fontecchio on Return to the Word. Teaching God's Word and advancing the message of His amazing grace one verse at a time. Visit our ministry at: ReturntotheWord.com Watch the video of this podcast at: ReturntotheWord.com/Videos Get our Free App at: ReturntotheWord.com/Grace Support this podcast at: ReturntotheWord.com/Donate Listen to the Ask a Bible Teacher Podcast: ReturntotheWord.com/Ask Listen to the Studies in the Scriptures Podcast: ReturntotheWord.com/Scriptures Help us tell others by leaving a positive review wherever you listen. Return to the Word is the teaching ministry of author and Bible teacher Mark Fontecchio. There is a famine in the land for the teaching of God’s precious Word and His message of grace. Return to the Word exists to call individuals back to the simplicity of God’s Word for all matters of our faith. Through God’s Word His clear offer of eternal life and plan for mankind can easily be understood. Join us on the path to growing in His grace.Support this Podcast and Ministry: https://www.ReturntotheWord.com/DonateSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

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The Department of Justice (DOJ) reportedly informed congressional Republicans that the files tied to Jeffrey Epstein are “even worse” for Donald Trump than previously publicized, suggesting that evidence of Trump's connection to Epstein is more extensive and potentially more damaging than past reporting indicated. The leaks reflect mounting anxiety among GOP lawmakers, some of whom are reportedly preparing to back efforts to force the release of related investigative records.The piece also notes that the rumor mill—particularly an account from Michael Wolff stating Epstein had shown him photos of Trump with underage girls—has stirred serious concern. The silence and evasive behavior of key figures, such as the Attorney General, have further alarmed members of Congress who fear a cover-up, prompting a growing coalition of over 100 Republicans ready to confront what they anticipate is an escalating exposure of wrongdoing.to contact me:bobbycapucci@protonmail.comsource:DOJ Admits to Republicans That Epstein Files Are Even Worse for Trump | The New Republic

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Seth takes a closer look at Republicans still reeling from their election losses while Donald Trump claims you need an ID to buy groceries.Then, Tiffany Haddish talks about going on a trip with her friends to Africa for her reality series Tiffany Haddish Goes Off, thinking she's been blessed from birds pooping on her and how she noticed her Delta flight from LAX to JFK had a lot of beautiful people on it.See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

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On today's Top News in 10, we cover: Senate Democrats make some shocking admissions during the shutdown. New York City Mayor-elect Zohran Mamdani wastes no time asking for money. A Sydney Sweeney interview about apologizing for her “jeans” ad goes viral.     Keep Up With The Daily Signal   Sign up for our email […]

Welcome to Friday Coaching Clinic Episodes. These are LIVE coaching session snippets where you have the opportunity to learn as both client and coach. I encourage you to think about how you might coach through this topic as a coach or how this situation may support you as a client. A reminder about these episodes: This snippet is just one way of coaching through this topic. Each coach has their own unique voice, personality and confidence to best support their clients and I invite you to find yours.  This week: Why High Achievers Won't Admit They're Burned Out (And What to Say Instead)

The Department of Justice (DOJ) reportedly informed congressional Republicans that the files tied to Jeffrey Epstein are “even worse” for Donald Trump than previously publicized, suggesting that evidence of Trump's connection to Epstein is more extensive and potentially more damaging than past reporting indicated. The leaks reflect mounting anxiety among GOP lawmakers, some of whom are reportedly preparing to back efforts to force the release of related investigative records.The piece also notes that the rumor mill—particularly an account from Michael Wolff stating Epstein had shown him photos of Trump with underage girls—has stirred serious concern. The silence and evasive behavior of key figures, such as the Attorney General, have further alarmed members of Congress who fear a cover-up, prompting a growing coalition of over 100 Republicans ready to confront what they anticipate is an escalating exposure of wrongdoing.to contact me:bobbycapucci@protonmail.comsource:DOJ Admits to Republicans That Epstein Files Are Even Worse for Trump | The New RepublicBecome a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/the-epstein-chronicles--5003294/support.

The Department of Justice (DOJ) reportedly informed congressional Republicans that the files tied to Jeffrey Epstein are “even worse” for Donald Trump than previously publicized, suggesting that evidence of Trump's connection to Epstein is more extensive and potentially more damaging than past reporting indicated. The leaks reflect mounting anxiety among GOP lawmakers, some of whom are reportedly preparing to back efforts to force the release of related investigative records.The piece also notes that the rumor mill—particularly an account from Michael Wolff stating Epstein had shown him photos of Trump with underage girls—has stirred serious concern. The silence and evasive behavior of key figures, such as the Attorney General, have further alarmed members of Congress who fear a cover-up, prompting a growing coalition of over 100 Republicans ready to confront what they anticipate is an escalating exposure of wrongdoing.to contact me:bobbycapucci@protonmail.comsource:DOJ Admits to Republicans That Epstein Files Are Even Worse for Trump | The New RepublicBecome a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/the-moscow-murders-and-more--5852883/support.

Not that anybody asked but this week we grabbed a pint and took to the stage because we're talking about films we shouldn't admit we enjoyed live on stage at The Cheerful Earful Podcast Festival. It was a fantastic experience and hopefully the first of many. What will make our final Top 3 list this week? Expect The Girl From Ipanema, the surprising apperance of Ian's mum and a good, old fashioned clap-o-meter.If you want to get your hands on a tour tshirt you can find them here.You can become a friend of the podcast over at Patreon where you. can get bonus episodes, swag and the knowledge you're helping to keep the podcast goingYou can buy our merch over at TeepublicYou can sign up to our newsletter over on SubStackFollow us on Instagram thepodcastnobodyaskedforFollow us on Threads: @thepodcastnobodyaskedforFollow us on Bluesky: @thepodcastnobodyaskedfor.co.ukFollow us on TikTok: @nobodyasked4podFollow us on Facebook: /nobodyasked4podLeave us a review, including any ideas you have for future episodes on Apple Podcast or Podchaser

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Everyone's arguing whether it's a buyer's market or a seller's market. Truth is… it's neither.It's whoever works harder, follows up sharper, and thinks bigger.In this episode, I sit down with Rana, a top luxury realtor from the Chad Carroll Group, who doesn't just send listings, she hunts them.Expired listings, off-market deals, and the ones no one else even looks for...If you're in real estate, sales, or just tired of excuses, watch this.Follow Rana: https://www.instagram.com/ranarealtymiami/Support the showJoin our weekly calls so you we can help you too!

We need a crash course in how to interpret the Bible better. If you're just listening to your pastor, to podcasts and to YouTube videos, but you're not reading and studying scripture yourself - you have no idea if what you're hearing is true! The scriptures are meant to be studied by each of us personally, and as we do so, we teach our children. Krista just finished her 264-page dissertation on Feminist Standpoint Theory... but we are giving it to you here in terms you can understand! It might sound like something that's uninteresting and irrelevant but as you listen to today's show, you'll learn that it's infected pretty much everything around us, including the church. It helps us understand where much of today's problems have come from. When we know where the stem is, we are better able to cut those weeds out and make sure we don't let new weeds grow. When you're listening to a sermon or a podcast -look up the scriptures they're referencing. Was the main point the speaker was making the main point of the text? Train yourself and your kids to have that high level of discernment. Some pastors and influencers are great at telling stories, great at speaking, great at evoking emotion... but we need to know scripture so well, we need to study it for ourselves so we aren't led astray by eloquent speech. No matter how much you currently read the Bible, read it more! Study it. Don't just read a verse, read a chapter. Go forward, go backward. Context. What is the author's purpose? Who are they writing to, where are they, what's going on at that time? Use maps! Admit when you don't know something or don't understand something. Ask questions of the text. Become aware of your biases. Ask the Lord for wisdom. Start discussions with your spouse, friends and children. All the time! Kids can know and understand way more than we give them credit for. Train your kids to be able to read a chapter and then concise the main idea of that text into 1-2 sentences. Resources:https://www.amazon.com/s?k=how+to+read+a+bible+for+all+its+worth&ref=nb_sb_nossTheology Mom - Bible teaching, cultural apologetics and theological commentary on social issues - https://www.theologymom.com/https://www.youtube.com/theologymomWant to go deeper? Take a class with Krista! https://www.theologymom.com/classesCenter for Biblical Unity:https://www.centerforbiblicalunity.com/All The Things showhttps://www.allthethingsshow.com/Email interview & speaking Inquiries for E.J. to ej.freedomfamilies@gmail.com

A comprehensive guide on how to complete a thorough history and physical (H+P) for patients presenting to the hospital with opioid withdrawal.00:15 Admission Checklist for Opioid Withdrawal00:40 Triage and Chart Check02:01 Critical Considerations and Admission Orders03:10 Initial Treatment Options for Opioid Withdrawal05:32 Detailed HPI Intake Questions07:33 Physical Exam Notes08:35 Key Takeaways and ConclusionSubscribe to our Substack to receive updates and IM/Hospital Medicine recaps directly to your inbox.POCM Opioid Withdrawal Inpatient AdmissionPOCM Opioid Use Disorder and Withdrawal Clinical Review13 Essential Facts for Managing Opioid Withdrawal in 2025

The Trump administration is reducing the number of refugees allowed to enter the U.S. each year from 125,000 to 7,500 and prioritizing the admission of white South Africans, or Akrifaners. In the Loop learns what this means for local refugees from Mohammed, who is waiting to be reunited with his family, and Sally Schulze, communications manager at RefugeeOne. For a full archive of In the Loop interviews, head over to wbez.org/intheloop.

In Episode 171 of the Best Coach Ever podcast, Lynette dives deep into one of her favorite topics—Instagram—and unpacks why so much of the platform feels stale right now. If you've been doing “everything right” on Instagram (perfect hooks, trending audios, polished B-rolls) but your engagement still feels flat, this episode is your reality check and reset.Lynette explains how the rise of AI and copy-paste content has created a sea of sameness, why “authentic” now matters more than “aesthetic,” and how showing up as your unfiltered self can actually make your business more profitable. From her viral “Tiny Mic” videos to sharing both her million-dollar wins and vulnerable moments online, she breaks down what kind of content is converting best right now—and it's not what most coaches think.If you've been stuck in the content hamster wheel, this episode will help you ditch the formula and find your real voice again.And if you love this episode, don't forget to leave a 5-star rating and quick review—it's the best way to support the show and help us keep bringing you real, honest conversations like this one.In this episode, we cover:1) The Instagram Struggle Is Real [0:00 – 3:42]-Why even “perfect” content doesn't always perform.-The truth about algorithm fatigue and audience burnout.2) The Content Problem No One Wants to Admit [3:43 – 6:08]-How AI and regurgitated templates have made social media sound the same.-Why followers are craving originality and human connection again.3) When Strategy Starts to Backfire [6:09 – 7:42]-How over-strategizing can drain creativity and authenticity.-The tension between “what works” and what actually feels good to post.4) What's Really Working on Instagram Right Now [7:43 – 10:32]-Why real, vulnerable, and imperfect content outperforms polished education posts.-How “unfiltered honesty” builds deeper trust and leads to clients.5) The Tiny Mic Era & Being Bold Online [10:33 – 14:30]-How Lynette's raw, opinionated “Tiny Mic” videos changed her business.-Why showing your personality—even the strong opinions—makes you magnetic.6) Sharing Success and Struggle Without Fear [14:31 – 20:10]-The power of documenting your wins publicly (even when it feels scary).-How transparency and vulnerability create real audience loyalty.7) Bringing the Human Back to Social Media [20:11 – End]-Why “self-documentation” content beats how-to posts every time.-A practical challenge to share real stories instead of recycled tips.

No.1 vulnerability expert BRENÉ BROWN exposes how shame, fear, and perfectionism secretly control your life - and reveals proven ways to unlock courage, confidence, trust, connection, and joy. Brené Brown is a world-renowned research professor who has spent over two decades studying courage, vulnerability, shame, and empathy. She is also the author of 6 #1 New York Times bestsellers, including her recently published book, ‘Strong Ground', and hosts two award-winning podcasts on leadership and human connection. She explains:  ◼️The marble jar theory that changed how Fortune 100 companies build trust ◼️The 4 skill sets of courage you can train and measure ◼️Why fitting in is the greatest threat to true belonging ◼️How to identify your “armor” when you're afraid and drop it ◼️The gratitude practice that stops catastrophising in real-time (00:00) Intro (02:34) What Made Brené Who She Is? (07:23) Parents Affecting Your View of Love (10:48) 87 Human Emotions (11:50) Why Did Brené Struggle With Self-Love and Belonging? (15:36) How Has the World Changed in the Last Two Decades? (16:23) Is Power Driven by Fear? (19:51) Four Types of Power: How to Be Successful as a Leader (22:54) Systems Theory (26:48) The Role of AI and Social Media in Shaping Society (34:39) Wisdom From Psychology and Life Experience (41:26) What Type of Connection Should People Be Looking For? (44:34) Belonging vs. Standing Alone (47:43) Making a Divisive Podcast (54:07) Pros and Cons of Curiosity (54:50) Responsibility of a Platform to Assess Guest Credibility (1:03:34) Ads (1:04:32) Importance of Vulnerability (1:09:30) Managing Fear of Vulnerability (1:18:36) Overcoming Negative Traits (1:21:06) Improving Self-Esteem (1:25:43) Four Steps to Courage (1:27:44) Building Trust With the Marble Jar Theory (1:32:47) Leaders' Misconceptions of Trust (1:35:05) Cheating (1:36:03) Ads (1:38:11) Relationship Advice (1:41:42) Losing Your Mother to Dementia (1:45:27) How Did You Deal With Grief? (1:48:40) What Are You Optimizing for Right Now? Follow Brené: Website - https://bit.ly/47rISeb  LinkedIn - https://bit.ly/3Jq4T5i  Instagram - https://bit.ly/49rCLt0  You can purchase Brené's book ‘Strong Ground', here: http://bit.ly/47gIWyJ  You can listen to Dare to Lead podcast here: http://bit.ly/3WwlN56  The Diary Of A CEO: ◼️Join DOAC circle here - https://doaccircle.com/  ◼️Buy The Diary Of A CEO book here - https://smarturl.it/DOACbook  ◼️The 1% Diary is back - limited time only: https://bit.ly/3YFbJbt  ◼️The Diary Of A CEO Conversation Cards (Second Edition): https://g2ul0.app.link/f31dsUttKKb  ◼️Get email updates - https://bit.ly/diary-of-a-ceo-yt  ◼️Follow Steven - https://g2ul0.app.link/gnGqL4IsKKb  Sponsors: Shopify - https://shopify.com/bartlett   Pipedrive - http://pipedrive.com/CEO      Vanta - https://vanta.com/steven

There's a world of desire most men never hear about — not because women hide it maliciously, but because they're afraid to say it out loud. In this episode, we uncover what women secretly want but never tell men. You'll learn the psychology behind female attraction, emotional fantasies, and the hidden triggers that spark connection and desire. Understand what actually draws her in, keeps her intrigued, and makes her see you as the man who “gets” her. It's not manipulation — it's awareness.

It's OK To Admit When You're Struggling

We all have things we still need to let go of...You're still bitter about what happened at the job you left three years ago. You're stalking your ex's Instagram at 11PM even though you know it's over. You're holding onto a version of yourself that doesn't exist anymore, and it's exhausting. We all hold on too long. And here's the paradox: the harder you try to force yourself to let go, the tighter you grip. So in this video, I'm breaking down the three real blocks that stop you from letting go. And the backwards solution that worked for me when nothing else did. 00:00 Letting Go 00:30 PART 1 - The Scale 03:40 Misconceptions 04:47 PART 2 - The Blocks 05:24 Block 1 07:47 Block 2 13:27 Block 3 15:23 Summary Get the 7 Shadow Work Questions to change your life (free gift for yt subs): https://www.clarkkegley.com/shadow-work The Best of Series | 10-years In The Making:    • THE BEST OF - Clark Kegley | Top Videos on...   MY FAVORITE TOOLS

It's our weekly round up! The best of the week from our National radio show THE PICKUP. You can watch us on Youtube Find us on Instagram Join us on tiktok Every week we live across the country at 3pm on the KIIS Network. You can listen live on iHeart radio, or catch up here each week!For more follow @THEPICKUP on socials.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Story 1: In ‘Quick Takes,' Will and The Crew discuss the severity of SNAP benefits expiring at the end of the month, Governor Jeff Landry (R-LA) jesting that President Trump should pick the next LSU head coach, and Vice President J.D. Vance ripping into immigration at a recent Turning Point USA event. Story 2: Host of ‘The Michael Knowles Show,' Michael Knowles joins to discuss the possibility of Vance becoming the next U.S. president and how his campaign strategy will have to diverge from President Trump's. Knowles and Will also share their thoughts on Bill Gates flip flopping his stance on climate change and whether it has to do with his recent investments in AI. Story 3: Former Navy Seal Sniper and New York Times Bestselling Author, Jack Carr shares his writing process with Will, from initial idea to publication. Carr also breaks down the subtle differences between writing contemporary thrillers and books set in the past and how he conducts his research for books set in other countries.In ‘Final Takes,' Will tests The Crew's knowledge of Southern cuisine, before a confusing debate over repealing Daylight Saving Time. Subscribe to ‘Will Cain Country' on YouTube here: ⁠⁠⁠Watch Will Cain Country!⁠ Follow ‘Will Cain Country' on X (⁠@willcainshow⁠), Instagram (⁠@willcainshow⁠), TikTok (⁠@willcainshow⁠), and Facebook (⁠@willcainnews⁠) Follow Will on X: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠@WillCain Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

You know things are getting bad for the Democrats when they're finally forced to admit why they shut down the government. An exclusive Blaze report uncovers that the FBI's Jan. 6 pipe bomb update omitted key evidence and video footage. New York City mayoral candidate Zohran Mamdani is facing criminal referrals after his campaign allegedly received illegal foreign donations. Liberal podcast host Jennifer Welch suggests that Democrats should get on board with wanting MAGA members dead, while other liberals are somehow claiming that nobody on the Left has ever compared Trump to Hitler. Don Lemon insults Megyn Kelly's looks by claiming she looks trans. Matthew Marsden and Steve Baker join the show.   ► Subscribe to “Sara Gonzales Unfiltered”! https://www.youtube.com/@SaraGonzalesUnfiltered?sub_confirmation=1    Today's Sponsors:   ► Relief Factor  Visit https://www.relieffactor.com or call 1-800-4-Relief to try the three-week QuickStart today.    ► Craftco Premium Buy online at https://www.flyingacespirits.com/ and use code BLAZE for free shipping. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

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