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The Time Riders: Part 9 Planning Another Vacation Time Travel. Based on a post by BiscuitHammer, in 16 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels. Cast of Characters: Mark Simmons: 18 year old High School grad, enamored with Miss Becky Fischer. He finds the time machine and builds a new life. Uses various aliases in traveling. Rebecca 'Becky' Fischer: Mark's Physics teacher. Very intelligent, in her later twenties, Shapely Tall Blonde, lusty bisexual, D Cup tits. Martial arts expert, Uses various aliases in traveling. Henri: Claims to be a French physician and Apothicary. Chester Edgerton: Time traveling mentor, living in 17th Century French village. Cardinal Richelieu: ‘The Red Duke'. Statesman and Roman Catholic Cardinal. Dispises Queen Anne. Alexandra D'Assaut ('Alexa', or 'Lexi': Lady in waiting (and trusted advisor) to Queen Anne of France, Lusty bisexual, Very Tall, Busty DD tits, long golden blonde hair, Blue eyed. Lisette: servant (and lover) of Lady Alexandra, young, bespeckled brown eyes. Short, shapely, with wavy dark hair, bisexual. Dhallyla: Mark's mother. Roxy: Mark's sister. Nanu: An Egyptian slave of Pompeneia Flavius, purchased by Becky, dark complexion. Pompeneia: Roman hostess of Orgies. Lusty wife of Flavius, Mother of Domitia, bisexual, tall and shapely. Flavius: Roman aristocrat, husband of Pompeneia, protective father of Dometia, Domitia: Lusty young daughter of Pompeneia and Flavius. A pledged Vestal Virgin, Escapes to Sumeria when sentenced to death by starvation by Roman court. The Retiallis: A gladiator of the Collosseum. Prefers the trident spear and netting, to subdue opponents. Escapes to Sumeria. Rullus: A bulky gladiator of huge physical dimensions. Has an affection for Achilleia. Escapes to Sumeria. Achilleia: A fierce female gladiator. Prefers the whip and sword as weapons. Has a crush on Rullus. Escapes to Sumeria. Roxy stomped out of his room, trying to not slam the door behind her. Once he heard her heading down the stairs, Mark sank onto the corner of his bed and exhaled loudly, another shiver running up his spine. He suddenly had to pee. Had he really told Roxy the truth? He hadn't planned to, but he didn't exactly know what he planned to tell her, either. Now that he thought of it, telling her the truth was even more ridiculous than any appreciable lie he could have come up with, wasn't it? Of course she wouldn't believe him about a time machine, and she was quite reasonable not to. Just because it was true didn't mean she was committing an error in judgment. But now what? He had no idea how long her coerced 'promise' would hold her. She was really hot under the collar, and Roxy didn't take losing well at the best of times. He'd just have to be careful, he supposed. More so. He sighed and looked down at her little weed pipe, still in its baggie. In a moment of panic, when Roxy had been standing over him and threatening to slug him across the jaw, he'd made an instant decision; taking a lesson from his playbook with Becky; and resolved that he would get into Danni's house and filch the pipe, because he knew Roxy kept it there. He'd heard her talking over the phone about it with Danni at various points, and never really thought anything of it. Until now. He was familiar with Danni's house, since she'd been best friends with Roxy since they were little. When the two families were having dinner together, the girls had often dragged Mark upstairs and dressed him in girl's clothes and put makeup on him, like he was a doll for their tea parties. He also knew that Danni's parents didn't care if she smoked, because he'd heard Roxy lament this fact over the phone, wishing her parents were that cool. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to do the math of all this in his head. It would take Roxy thirty minutes to reach Danni's house in her car, to ask what the Hell had happened. But Danni would protest, insisting she'd never betray her friend and give Mark the pipe. Then she'd prove it by showing Roxy it was exactly where it was supposed to be, which was taped inside to the top of her underwear drawer. Only it wouldn't be there. Unless Mark went back to Danni's place and stashed it again, before the girls got up to her room. And then got out again. That'd really fuck with Roxy's head, and make Danni think Rox had gone insane. It took eight minutes for Mark to fire up and prime the Holmes Field Device, which was sitting in a corner in the basement that no one ever used. It was dead space, and as safe as any place else could be that wasn't Becky's basement. Eight minutes to prime it and program in the coordinates and the time. Like, literally a minute after he'd apparently gotten the pipe out of there to begin with. What? His mind was almost spinning at the logic flips. He had to return the pipe before he actually stole it? When did he steal it if he hadn't done it before returning it? And did that mean he had to steal it twice? He could account, apparently, for Danni not being in her room the first time, because he'd seemingly gotten away with it. If he landed a minute or so after he had burgled her, he would have the time he needed, he hoped, before she came back from wherever she was. Return it; steal it later, when no one is looking, then return it; I think. He heard the distinct sound of Roxy's Mustang roaring away down the road angrily. He somehow doubted that he had thirty minutes. What if he miscalculated and got caught? The obvious issues aside, how did he explain the Holmes Field Device? Could he explain it? People in this era thought time travel was fanciful sci-fi, after all. What happened then? He dropped the baggie on the bed, clasped his face in his hands and groaned, the number of calculations he needed to do making his head hurt. He really needed to stop pulling his solutions out of his ass, he was going to give himself a time-hemorrhoid. Time was wasting. "Wow, Mark," Becky mused as she sat in her lounger, sipping at the Falernian wine. Her bottles were almost gone, and they'd soon have to go back to their secret place in the woods and get more. It had been a rather involved operation, getting the giant vats aged a certain number of years back in the Roman era, then transporting them into the present and burying them again, so that they had a large stock of perfectly aged wine. "You sure like to play with fire, don't you?" "Tell me about it," he said wearily, as he sat on the couch, long pull drink from his own wine glass. "Can't believe it went off without a hitch." "You were near death that first night with me," Becky said rather somberly, concerned about the stress on her student's face. "And that only required one trip on your part, and my belief in myself. This little circus, however, I'll be amazed if your time cops don't show up to lecture you again. You'd deserve it." "I felt trapped, okay?" he said, trying to keep the exasperation out of his voice. He knew Becky was right, and he didn't want to snap at her. It had just really worn him out. He'd lost track of when he was supposed to be there, and how often. He'd eventually concluded that dumb luck had saved him from criminal charges, not to mention any other headaches. "I just; when telling her the truth didn't make her go away, I jumped into my playbook, which at this time, consists of what I did with you." "What would you have done, exactly, if she'd believed you about the Holmes Field Device?" Becky queried, looking at him with interest. He considered and gave a halfhearted shrug. "I guess I knew she wouldn't, because if I told Roxy I was a guy, she'd yank my pants down to make sure. But to answer your question, I; I dunno. I was just really outta options." "I know you know this, Mark, but we obviously have to find ways for you to be even more careful," she said in a gentle tone. "You haven't timelocked yourself yet, but I wouldn't be surprised if you came really close there." "No shit," he muttered, scowling at his glass. "Sorry, just stressed." "Oh, poor baby," Becky cooed, getting out of her seat and coming over to sit down next to Mark. She pulled him into lean on her and then rested his face between her opulent tits, knowing exactly the effect this would have on him. "Just relax, it's all fine now." Mark sighed and nuzzled into her tits, relaxing a little. His teacher's scent and her glorious softness had a calming effect on his frazzled nerves. "Uhd, we should go on vacation in some remote time for a year or so. I could use it." Becky giggled, stroking her fingers through her student's dark hair. "If only we could." "Well, why couldn't we?" Mark reasoned, still nuzzling and refusing to leave his nest. "We've got a time machine, don't we?" "Mark, a two-week vacation is one thing, but longer stretches are problematic." "Why?" Becky sighed and put down her wine, opting to just hold him while he nuzzled her boobs. It wasn't like she didn't enjoy the sensation, after all. She knew that Mark, even though he was at least as experienced a time traveler as she was at this point, was still an eighteen-year-old boy, who had failed her Physics course. He just wasn't good at this stuff yet. But he took her with him readily, and she would have all the patience in the world until he caught up. If he ever did. "Mark, let's say you and I did indeed go on vacation for a year, somewhere in the time stream," she began, still stroking his wavy, dark hair. "And let's say we left tonight." "Sounds good, I'm in," Mark replied in a muffled tone. She smirked and continued. "And we come back after a year, to, say, an hour after we left, no one would notice, right?" "That's the beauty of it," he agreed, nodding in her boobs. "But we'd notice," she pointed out. We'd be a whole year older than when we left. When you got back, everyone would be trying to celebrate your nineteenth birthday, when, in reality, you're twenty. And you're the only one aside from me who knows it. Thanks to my captivity in the Louvre, I'm already a month older than our calendar indicates, so my birthday is technically inaccurate." He paused as he considered what she was saying. "And let's say, God forbid, that the time machine broke down somewhere in the past," she said, her voice taking on a serious tone. "Neither of us knows how to fix it, and there's absolutely no guarantee that we'd be able to find someone who could. What if it took the two of us five years to repair it, against all odds? We'd arrive back, an hour after we left, if we could, and everyone would notice we were magically five years older. I'd be thirty, you'd be twenty-three. We'd both look somewhat older, undoubtedly. How would we account for that?" Mark said nothing, just listening. "The only alternative would be to arrive five years in the future, to make up the difference, but then we've been AWOL with no explanation for five years," she continued. "Sure, maybe you can say you joined the merchant marines without a moment's notice, but what would I say?" She took his chin gently and turned his head to look up into her blue eyes. "We can't mess with the time stream and people's lives like that," she said quietly, almost sadly. "We're not from an era where time travel is the norm and people know what to expect." "You sure know how to take the fun out of time travel, Becks," he sighed, shaking his head. She giggled and cradled him in her bosom again, knowing he didn't mean it. "Silly," she cooed, jiggling her tits against his face a little. "You know better than anyone how much fun I can be in the time stream." "Yeah, that's true," Mark admitted, smiling and turning over on his back to look up at her while he lay in her lap. She was wearing black yoga pants, and a tight tank top and gave her impressive bust lots of breathing room. "But I really could use a little time away, to be honest. This nonsense stressed me out." "I'm sure it did, and hopefully you'll start thinking about these things ahead of time," she agreed, poking him in the nose. "In terms of what we could do, I have been giving the matter some thought." Mark raised an eyebrow. Becky never had bad ideas. Not compared to his, in any event. "I'm all ears." "Hardly," Becky giggled, reaching her hand down to gently cup his crotch beneath his jeans. "Let me explain first. You're not the only one with a predicament, although mine isn't necessarily self-inflicted." "Still listening," Mark said dryly, noticing the cheerful jibe. "It's difficult, being separated by three months the way we are," Becky said, caressing his cheek. "You, the Mark lying in my lap, you're from my upcoming summer. Me, I'm still waiting for the school year to finish. And three times a week, I see you in my classroom, and have to remind myself that the you sitting in that desk is not only still a minor, still, but has absolutely no idea about any of this." Mark said nothing, considering. "And I have to constantly be on guard, making sure I'm not sitting behind my desk, gazing at you dreamily in an off moment, or reminding myself not to sext you from the bathroom." "Damn, now I kinda wish you had," Mark mused, making her snicker. "Silly. What I'm saying, is that I think in the very near future, we'll need to not see each other for three months, as agonizing as that sounds, so that I can catch up with you." Mark screwed up his face as he thought about that. "That does sound sucky." "Oh, it won't be for you," Becky pointed out. "You get to hop on your time machine and return to three months from now, just like you always do every time we meet up. You won't even notice the difference. But you've also very tacitly avoided my future self for now, haven't you?" He nodded. "Yeah, you said to. Not that hard; it's a big city, and you told me where you tend to be at any given time, so it isn't much of a challenge." "Well, I want to catch up," Becky said firmly. "I want us to be on the same relative time frame, so that we don't need to worry about twists and so on, where things can go wrong. And if that means not seeing this you for three months," she whispered, placing her hand gently on his crotch, "and no time travelling for me because you've got the Holmes Field Device, then I'll manage. But it needs fixing, Mark." "Okay, done," Mark agreed, nodding. "But you mentioned something fun, which hasn't come up yet in this presentation so far." "Well," Becky began again. "I was thinking that we really should go and get Nanu and bring her forward with us. "It's not fair to leave her in that villa by herself. She doesn't really know how to look after herself, after all." "But we can keep visiting her," Mark pointed out. "She doesn't understand time travel, she'd hardly notice." "If we keep coming back to the same point in time to visit her, or at least within the same period frequently, it's true that little or no time will have passed for her," Becky said. "But we have our own lives, and goodness only knows when we'll have the time to pop out to Imperial Rome again. Years might pass for us before we can see her. How would we explain how much older we look to her?" "That again," Mark sighed, resenting the mathematical drudgery of time travel. "Yeah, that would freak her out. And as far as she's concerned, I'm still your slave, and she is too." "It's a notion I'll have to disabuse her of, once we bring her back here," Becky confirmed. "But I was thinking we'd have some fun when we go back and get her, and then she could stay with me. I'd spend our three months apart teaching her about our time and world, and when you meet us, we'd all be caught up together. Sound good?" "Well, I can't imagine it not being fun if you're around," Mark replied, grinning and sitting up, feeling considerably better after this talk with his teacher. "What're we gonna use to get the funds?" "Well," Becky said, making a cute show of thinking. "I've actually checked with that chroniques dealer? The one over on Adelaide that we were directed to?" "You've been busy!" Mark laughed, putting his arm around her shoulder. "I like to be prepared," she purred, snuggling into his side. "Anyway, I told him about my complete collection of Monchhichi minis that I inherited from my older cousin when I was young. Never did anything with 'em, because they just took up shelf space. But he's willing to give me a lot of money for them, apparently they're huge in the thirty-third century." "Well, of course they are," Mark said, rolling his eyes. "I; what the Hell are they, anyway? Never heard of 'em." "Oh, just collectible figurines from Japan in the Seventies, they look like cute little lolicon monkeys, along with a plushie toyline and several cartoons," she explained, waiving dismissively. "I couldn't care less about them, and if they make some person happy thirteen hundred years in the future, great. I'm getting lots of money for 'em." "Okay," Mark agreed, shrugging. "I was gonna sell my dad's Rock 'Em Sock 'Em Robots or Micronauts if we needed the geld. I'd probably get a good price on those, too." "You will," she confirmed. "But my lolicon monkeys are worth more, so we'll use them. So, we'll go see Nanu, tell her what's really up, have a lot of fun, spread my money around, and then bring her back. Sound good? I think two weeks of solid sucking and fucking should make you forget your woes." "I can hardly wait," Mark declared. "Why wait at all, big boy?" she purred again, as she undid his fly and bent her head down while fishing his cock out of his pants. Nanu sighed as she sat on the solium, kicking her legs back and forth slowly as she looked at the mosaic on the floor. It had been over a week now since she had seen anybody, let alone her mistress. As gorgeous as her surroundings were, this expansive villa hidden in the distant hills outside of mighty Rome, she was decidedly lonely. She'd never really spent any appreciable time by herself before Lady Aurora had purchased her from the Flavians. Despite her mistress' unwelcome absence, she found herself smiling as she thought of her. Lovely, lovely Lady Aurora Horatia; tall, with long, golden blonde hair, sparkling blue eyes, sensuous lips that were always parted to show her white teeth and radiant smile. Her thoughts turned to the lady's other parts now, and she blushed. She thought of her mistress' lovely neck, supple shoulders, her large, perky bust, trim waist and glorious, tight ass. Nanu felt warm as she pictured Lady Aurora's cunt, which she kept smooth and clean; so unusual for a Roman patrician woman. She had long, strong dancer's legs, just like Nanu. She remembered how captivated she'd been while she watched Lady Aurora dance at the orgy. Bonosus. Lady Aurora's principal slave, and her lover. Dark, wavy hair, and deep brown eyes; he was unnaturally tall, at least to Nanu, with an athletic build, broad shoulders, and a small waist that was hard to the touch; and his cock was huge. It had felt like it was tearing Nanu apart when she rode on it with wild abandon. She came out of her reverie and looked around again, sighing forlornly. The villa was beautiful, with plastered walls covered in colorful frescoes, mosaic floors, indoor bathing chambers and toilets, beautiful gardens, a stream just behind the building, and all the delicious food she could eat. She had all the creature comforts any slave could ever want, but it was still quiet and lonely for her. She looked down at herself, using her fingers to pull slightly at the material of the top of the dress she wore. It was a spare garment, made of quality linen, one of several Lady Aurora had bought for Nanu from the Flavius family. Of course, the slave girl was thrilled beyond words to wear such a thing, and in all ways, she saw her ownership by Lady Aurora as a turning point in her life, the beginning of something wonderful beyond words. She and Bonosus were the luckiest slaves to ever live. But not if she was so very alone. Nanu, born into poverty in the tiny settlement of Akhmim in Egypt, the youngest of twelve children. Sold into slavery to the Flavians at a tender age to help feed her family, she'd lived a hard life, doing the most menial of tasks for the wealthy Roman family at their home in Tepihu, far up the Nile. But then they discovered she could dance, and dance well. She was sent to the principal Flavian household in distant Rome, a place she'd only ever heard of, and could never imagine. She danced for the patriarch and his wife, and they agreed to keep her on, as long as her legs held out. So Nanu danced relentlessly, determined to never return to the misery she'd known before. Within a year, she was the leader of the dancing girls the Flavians owned, and whatever jealousies the other girls might have held were quickly cast aside. Nanu understood that if she treated them all equally, she was more likely to prosper, rather than looking after only herself at their expense. She was lovers with all of them, and it wasn't long before she was fucking the lord and lady as well. Her position was as secure as a slave's could be under such circumstances. True, she was still punished, quite often for things beyond her control. But the Flavians were not overly harsh with her, having her flogged with short, thin reed brooms, to avoid scarring her. It hurt, and she cried, but she inevitably recovered, usually to be fucked by Master Flavius as she soon as she could walk. She left the chair and walked over to a small table, on which sat a highly polished silver mirror. She picked it up and looked at herself, pursing her lips, assessing her features. She'd always concluded that she was at least somewhat attractive, since men (and women) always wanted to fuck her. She was aware that being a highly trained dancer gave her a desirable physique for a slave, and her strong, taut muscles kept her cunt tight. Her tits were not overly large, but were pronounced from her torso, and jiggled when she danced or ran. She thought they swayed nicely when she walked. She had the creamy bronze skin of the people of the Black Lands, children of the pharaohs. Her thick hair was a glossy blue-black, and she kept it trimmed to just past her jaw, in the manner of women in her country. Her eyes were a warm hazel, with tawny flecks many of the other dancing girls described as bewitching and seductive. If only she could- "Well now, if it isn't everyone's favorite dancing slave," quipped a lyrical voice from nearby. Nanu's head snapped around and she cried out in delight as she espied Lady Aurora standing in the door nearby, with Bonuses just behind, looming over her and grinning. Nanu had been so wrapped up in looking at her reflection and feeling sorry for herself that she hadn't even heard them approach. "Mistress!" the Egyptian girl called out as she darted across the room and threw herself into Lady Aurora's waiting arms. "Magistra! How I Have Missed You!" "We've missed you too, Nanu," Becky said softly, hugging the shorter girl and kissing the top of her head while Nanu burst into tears. "I'm sorry we were away for so long." "It felt like forever, mistress, I won't lie," Nanu said, choking back her sobs before pressing her mouth to Becky's and kissing her fiercely. Becky returned the kiss gladly, and the women greeted one another with tangling tongues and wandering hands for nearly a minute before they needed to breathe. Nanu looked up at Becky now, her eyes still wide and wet with emotion. "May I; may I say hello to Bonosus, mistress?" "I'm pretty sure he's counting on it," Becky said, stepping aside and giggling as Nanu flung herself against Mark, kissing him feverishly, but with her hands predictably snaking down his frame and under his tunic to fondle his cock. "Goodness, girl, did those toys I left get no love from you in my absence?" "Oh, mistress, they got loved day and night," Nanu replied, turning to look at Becky since she was being addressed. "But I do not need to tell you that it is hardly the same as the real thing, as to have a real lover. And I am sorry if it makes me sound deficient, but; I am not good at being alone. I am not at all used to it." "Oh, I'm sorry, darling," Becky said as Mark picked Nanu up in his arms and carried her back into the room. Nanu had her arms around his neck, and seemed to be in absolute heaven, now that the two most important people in her life had returned. "But we're back now, and we have no intention of leaving you behind again." Nanu looked curious. "Won't leave me behind again; are we going somewhere, mistress? Are we to leave the villa?" "It will take some explaining, I promise you that," Becky answered, nodding. "But first, I think the three of us should fuck one another stupid all over the villa, don't you?" Nanu's face lit up at her mistress' suggestion and she nodded eagerly. "Yes, mistress! I want to fuck you both until I cannot see or walk straight!" Becky made a grand gesture with her hand, taking in the whole villa. "Then you may pick where we fuck, my love. Anywhere, as much as you please. We await your pleasure." Nanu looked around in almost breathless excitement as Mark put her down. She didn't know where to begin, only that she wanted to fuck Mistress Aurora and Bonosus in every single area of the villa. She'd been so glum that she barely noticed how horny she was. Now the rampant feelings of lust washed over her, and her cunt was shamefully wet. She grabbed Becky's hand and pulled her excitedly along through the house. "This way!" she exclaimed, her eyes wide with anticipation. "I want us to bathe and fuck!" Becky and Mark laughed as they followed the Egyptian girl into the small antechamber in front of the sudatorium, which Mark and Becky would normally identify as a sauna. They were amazed at the speed with which Nanu had not only removed her own clothes, but also undressed the two of them. Clearly she was in great need and had no intention of waiting. She had apparently lit the fire to heat the small room earlier in the day, for her own use, and now all she had to do was scrub the three of them down before bringing them inside. With a small sponge and rough linen cloths, she did this quickly. She then brought them into the sweat room, which was filled with steam already. Rocks in the little containment chamber over the brazier heated water and caused the steam, while small pouches of herbs hung over the rocks, and wine dripped through them to sizzle and evaporate, giving the steam a heady, aromatic quality that often left guests somewhat drunk. The three now stretched out on the wooden benches that lined the wall, sighing and relaxing for a moment before Nanu's eagerness overtook her. She crawled on top of Becky and kissed her deeply, squirming her body down into her mistress' while they fondled one another. Mark watched on lazily, knowing that the day was young, and it was best that he conserve his strength. Keeping up with Nanu's libido was no small task, not to mention Becky's once she got going. It wasn't long before the two girls were locked in a slippery, trembling sixty-nine, moaning as they lapped at one another's twats and fingered each other's puckered knots. Nanu came so hard she almost shrieked inside Becky's cunt, while the blonde goddess shuddered and speared her tongue deep inside her lover as she came, glazing Nanu's face with her cum. Both girls seemed almost to become puddles, sighing languidly as they lay together, bodies shining with sweat. Through the haze of steam, Mark could see them kissing one another's pussies gently, and the look on Nanu's face could only be described as rapture, mixed with a sense of relief and contentment. She was so happy her mistress had come back to her. But Nanu recovered quickly, turning her head to look at her fellow 'slave', whom she knew as Bonosus. Mark was lying on his side on the bench he occupied, idly stroking his cock. Nanu had already focused on his manhood like an arrow, and managed to extricate herself from Becky without disturbing her mistress' bliss, and crawled across the tile floor on all fours, her hazel eyes glinting. Without waiting, she knelt next to him, moved Mark's hand aside, and took his cock into her grip. She began stroking slowly and gently, before leaning in to kiss the swelling tool lovingly. She swirled her tongue around the head, then up and down the hardening shaft several times, her hand following her tongue. Then she popped her mouth around the head and slowly pushed down, humming as she moved wetly down his length. Mark sighed in pleasure and began running his hand through her raven hair. Becky now watched, caressing her creamy cunt as she gazed over at the lovers. Mark was half on his back, half on his side, while Nanu was kneeling on the floor, bent over and bobbing up and down on his stiff cock. Her tiny hand made a gentle twisting motion on the smooth skin of his shaft, following her warm, wet mouth. Becky smiled, knowing how great it was to give her student head, since she'd done it countless times herself now. Things would be so much easier for them all when she finally caught up with him in the timeline. Mark stroked down Nanu's back and reached her ass, giving one of the tight, perk cheeks a squeeze before nudging her. Nanu took the hint readily and stood up, clambering over Mark's face and looking down his body. The bench wouldn't have been big enough for Mark and Becky to do what was now happening, but Nanu was considerably smaller than Becky, and somehow managed. She leaned down his body, crying out suddenly as Mark pulled her ass cheeks apart and slid his tongue around her gooey cunt. She trembled and squirmed for several moments before composing herself and returning to the task of sucking on his cock hungrily. He was at full mast now, and Nanu's tiny hand could hardly fit around the girth of his shaft. Amazingly, though, she could take his manhood all the way inside her mouth, and down her throat readily. Becky's slave was as gifted as she was shameless, clearly. Nanu grunted as Mark slid one of his fingers inside her ass. Mark had larger hands than most people from her home era, and his finger was larger than some dicks she'd had back there before. Or at least, it certainly felt that way at the moment. She accepted the intrusion willingly, squirming back against his hand, and squeezing her tight tunnel around it while he massaged her cunt and clit with her tongue. She let out little moans, still bobbing up and down while giving Becky a sidelong look with heavily lidded, glazed eyes. Determined to not be left out, Becky slowly rose from her bench and wiggled over across the small area. She observed the setting with a critical eye for several moments, working out the logistics of how to best fit into this carnal puzzle. Just like she could not readily engage in a sixty-nine with Mark on these relatively (to them) narrow benches, she could not straddle him and fuck him to proper effect either. The answer presented itself quickly. She eased Nanu up into a sitting position over Mark's face, and if the slave girl was disappointed in having to relinquish that delicious cock, the feeling quickly gave way to yelps of delight as she sank her cunt even further down onto Mark's tongue, squirming and grinding lustily. Becky pumped and stroked Mark's cock steadily for several seconds, making sure he would stay hard. He was lying down the length of the bench, his tool ramrod-erect for her. She then stood and moved over his midsection, facing out into the tiny chamber. She bent her knees and reached under, steadying his throbbing cock while she guided it to her cuntlips. One she had him in place, she slowly sat down, sighing as he pushed up inside her steaming depths. Her ass come to rest on his hips, while she sat sideways on him, pinned to his cock. She closed her eyes and just savored the sensation for several seconds, her fingers flexing against his stomach and his knee, respectively. She finally opened her blue eyes and turned her head to smile at Nanu, who was moving up and down slowly on Mark's tireless tongue. Becky leaned in toward the slave, who immediately moved her torso forward to meet Becky. They kissed over Mark's long form, tongues tangling while Becky began to move up and down slowly, loving the feel of this unique position with him deep inside her. The threesome slowly squirmed and undulated against one another, time lost within the confines of the tiny, steaming chamber. The dim, amber light of the fire beneath the heated stones was their only illumination, but in this misty, ethereal sitting, it was utter perfection. The scent of spiced wine mingled with the aromas of bodies making love. Becky could taste the wine in Nanu's sweat as she drew her tongue along the girl's collarbone and over her tits. "I think it's about time for you to fuck Nanu and cum in her, Mark," Becky panted after several minutes of churning up and down on his thick rod. She was massaging and groping her tits, or Nanu's as she rode. The Egyptian girl had reached forward and was massaging her mistress' cunt dutifully as well. "It's been a few weeks for her, and you just filled me up this morning." "Relatively speaking," Mark quipped from beneath Nanu's writhing hips. "You sit on the bench and spread 'em, Becks, and she can kneel and lick you. I'll get behind her." Becky had no problem with this plan, and quickly coaxed Nanu off Mark's face, to kneel on the floor in front of her. Nanu's eyes widened with delight as Becky smiled and parted her legs, before reaching down with two fingers to spread her thick nether lips wide, exposing her glistening inner pink to the slave girl. Nanu practically dived in, and Becky grunted and almost jumped, clasping the girl's head suddenly, her feet leaving the floor. "Nuh, fuck!" she wheezed as Nanu began lapping at her like she was eating her last meal before she died. Her fingers gripped Nanu's black hair while she began grinding her snatch against the girl's face desperately. Nanu licked cunt like nobody's business. Mark, meanwhile, had positioned himself behind Nanu, and lined his cock up with her dripping twat, holding her by the ass cheeks. Nanu trembled while he slid his cockhead up and down her slippery lips, and against her tingling clit, making her squeak and whimper into Becky's cunt. He braced her for only the briefest of moments before sliding inside her without any warning, sinking in to the hilt. The Egyptian slave-girl wailed in ecstasy as he forced her wide, pinning her to him. Mark began fucking Nanu with a steady, strong pace, and she yelped into her mistress' cunt with each thrust, even while lapping at her pink twat hungrily. Her face was shining with sweat, and Becky's wetness, her tongue thick with the cloying sweetness of the blonde woman. Nanu's head was spinning in delight. Surely this was the heavenly afterlife? Becky almost curled up on herself, her fingernails threatening to leave grooves in Nanu's scalp as she shook uncontrollably and came, barely able to keep herself from screeching. She slathered Nanu's face in her essence, her entire body tingling with fire. Nanu shuddered and writhed, wailing as she came, her cunt tightening around Mark's cock fiendishly. As if on cue, Mark arched his back, gritted his teeth and growled, pumping all his cum inside Nanu, thrusting strongly. The trio rocked and writhed in depraved unison for close to a minute before Mark leaned forward on Nanu's back, breathing heavily. Becky sighed in exhaustion, sinking down on the bench, her cunt pressing into Nanu's face. The slave girl, pinned in place between her mistress and her fellow slave, simply held still, surrounded by warm, slick flesh and gently caressing fingers. She could still feel Bonosus throbbing deep inside her, and her mistress' cunt oozed against her mouth. She felt so blessed and safe like this. But then she looked up from between Becky's legs, her own glinting with eagerness. "Come! I know where we need to fuck next!" And with that, the Egyptian girl extricated herself from between them and wiggled quickly out of the room. Mark groaned and sagged forward between Becky's tits, and she held onto him wearily. "Now I know why we can't leave her for weeks on end," he mumbled in her cleavage. "Because we won't survive the backlog of fucking we need to do;” Nanu was sitting in the chair, her expression one of bewilderment. She seemed to have forgotten the goblet of wine in her hand, and she sat with her arms and legs tucked in close to her body. Clearly, she was confused and feeling uncertain about what she was hearing. "You're; mistress, you're not a Roman at all?" she asked quietly as she stared at Becky. They were sitting in the atrium of the villa, and it was a quiet evening. Birds sang, and a gentle breeze caressed their faces and the nearby blossoms as it dipped over the villa and into the central opening. Becky shook her head, knowing that this was going to take a lot of patience on her and Mark's part; and even more on Nanu's. Everything she was in the process of telling the girl would sound completely preposterous, even more so than Mark's explanation to his sister the day before. "No, Nanu, I'm not a Roman of any sort," the blonde woman confessed, trying to smile. "And my name is not Aurora Horatia. My name is Rebecca." "Rebekah?" Nanu queried, making a wry face. "That is a Hebrew name." She looked Becky up and down skeptically. "You don't look like a Hebrew." The slave girl looked at Mark. "And your name is not Bonosus, and you're not a Roman either?" He shook his head. "Nope. I'm Mark. And Becks is actually my teacher." Nanu squeezed her eyes shut for several seconds and when she finally opened them, they were filled with worry. "Are; are you going to kill me?" Despite herself, Becky burst into giggle fits at the question. Nanu looked confused, and then slightly irked at the response from her 'mistress'. She thought it was a perfectly reasonable question, under these circumstances. She folded her arms, crossed her legs, and looked off at the sky over the far wall, annoyed. "I'm sorry, Nanu," Becky said finally reining herself in. "I wasn't laughing at you, I mean it. It just wasn't what I expected to hear at all, and we both love you too much to ever consider killing you. Hell, I'm not sure we could if we tried." "Well I don't know what to believe," sniffed the younger girl. "You've bought me, and taken me away from a comfortable, if not happy life, and nearly gotten me killed at least once, and then there was that; thing; that you two ride around on;” "The Holmes Field Device," Becky said, nodding. "It doesn't just take us where we want to go, it allows us to travel through time, which is why we are here at all." Nanu shook her head, indicating that she had no idea what Becky meant. The teacher leaned forward slightly, smiling. They weren't sitting that far apart, but she had allowed for a small amount of distance between them, so that Nanu didn't feel trapped or pressured if she took all this poorly. To be honest, she was taking it surprisingly well, even if she wasn't buying all of it. "Nanu, I apologize for asking simple questions, but please bear with me;” she said quietly, noticing that even if she was listening, Nanu was now staring at Becky's cleavage, framed between her arms while she sat forward. Mark was staring too. Some thing would never change. "You understand the concepts of yesterday, today and tomorrow, yes?" Nanu nodded slowly. "Yes, mistress." "Do you ever wish you could visit days that have gone by?" Becky asked. "Like maybe go back and visit your childhood, or meet some member of your family who was lost years ago? Or even see the Sphinx getting built?" The girl looked confused again. "Suh-finx?" Becky looked at Mark, hoping for some help. He still had the chip that let him speak Egyptian in his head. He pondered the issue for a moment before the tiny computer in his noggin gave him the answer. He looked at Nanu and smiled. "Horemakhet." Nanu's eyes went wide. To see the Horus of the Western Horizon being built by the gods. She shook her head. "What you say is impossible!" Becky smiled now, not blaming Nunu for her disbelief. "Nanu, a long time ago, people would have thought that chariots were impossible, that mastering fire and steel were impossible. But you know they're not just possible, you know that these things are fact." Nanu nodded, willing to listen to her beloved mistress, who apparently wasn't her mistress. But she listened. "Mark and I come from many, many tomorrows away, a time many years from now. That device that we travel on, it allows us to do it." The Egyptian girl screwed up her face, trying to understand. She thought she'd heard outlandish things in her life before, but this was so far beyond her conceptions and experience that it sounded like a ridiculous fable her grandmother would tell her. But she had stepped on the wondrous device, and it had taken them somewhere far away from Rome in the blink of an eye, and back. She could not deny this had happened, even if she didn't understand it. Which brought up a big question for her. "Why do you do this?" she queried, looking at each of them. Mark shrugged. "It's fun to move through time and do things." Another skeptical look from Nanu. "You think it's fun to have the gladiators of Rome try to kill you?" Mark faltered slightly. "I; well, no, not that part." Becky giggled. "No, Nanu, that part is unplanned. Mark and I like to travel to different times, to see important events, and to fuck there." Nanu tilted her head curiously at the statement. "What it so important about fucking in these places?" Becky considered her answer. "There's nothing important about it, you're right. But it's still fun. We love to do these things, because almost no one else can. And hopefully it's exciting but not dangerous. If we didn't do this, we never would have met you, and we wouldn't be fucking you now. And we both wouldn't be crazy about you." Nanu's stomach was in her feet as she thought about what her mis; what Rebekah was saying. She was horrified by the thought now that she might never have met them, they she might not have been bought, or living here, in freedom, and getting fucked to her little heart's content. "But if you are not; not from today;” she murmured, trying to formulate her thoughts around these strange concepts. "Then you will keep leaving me. You might come back, but you will keep leaving." Becky could see the tears welling in Nanu's eyes, and she rose from her chair and moved to sit with the smaller girl, cradling her into her bosom as Nanu tried not to cry. "Oh, Nanu, I'm sorry," she cooed. "I didn't realize how hard it was for you to be alone." "I've never been alone," sniffled the raven-haired girl, wrapping her arms around Becky's waist tightly, unwilling to let go. "My whole life, I've never been alone for so much as a day, never mind a week. It was terrifying. I'm a slave, you know." Becky caressed her fingers through Nanu's hair and kissed the top of her said. "I understand now. And I am sorry. But Mark and I wanted to talk to you about that, actually." Nanu choked back a sob and looked up at Becky, ready to hear what she had to say. "Mark and I want to bring you with us," Becky explained, using a thumb to wipe some tears from Nanu's cheek. "Come back to our time, and perhaps take you with us on our adventures." Nanu's eyes went wide. "L; leave Rome?" Becky shrugged. "Is there anyone left for you to care about?" "Well, no." Nanu admitted. "And as I've already told you, Mark and I are crazy about you, so since we cannot stay here in Rome with you, maybe you should come with us, Becky continued. "I love having you around." Nanu's face lit up at Becky's words, but then a cloud passed over her face as things occurred to her. "But I; know nothing about this place you are from. How would I live?" "Well I would teach you, of course," Becky replied, smiling. "And it'll probably be terrifying at first, since you will see things you cannot even imagine, but Mark and I will protect you and help you learn." "I; would stay with you?" Nanu asked in a voice begging for assurance. Becky nodded. "You won't leave me alone?" The blonde woman smiled. "Well, I might have to step out the door once in a while to go and get food, or go to my job, but I won't leave you alone for days at a time, I promise." Nanu returned to hugging Becky, looking off at the far wall across the atrium. Her heart was pounding in her chest as she thought about what she should do. Did she take these two up on their weird offer? Did she just ask to stay here at the villa, and take her chances about when they could visit? Did she ask to be sent back to the Flavius household? Every option terrified her. She finally looked up at Becky again and drew a deep breath. "Can we; fuck some more, while I think about it?" Becky and Mark both laughed and nodded their assent. It was the most Nanu thing Nanu had ever said. Predictably, Nanu, after much fucking and pondering, had decided to take Mark and Becky up on their offer. Delighted, Becky had declared that they would be doing some shopping first, heading into Rome to get things she wanted. Nanu was always happy to visit the city, she was always enthralled by the sights and sounds around her. "But I; I must point out something," she confessed, looking uneasy. "I know you keep saying that I need not be your slave anymore, but it is not safe for me to walk around freely, Mistress, no matter what you tell me. If you say you don't own me, I am still a slave to them. They'll put me in chains and have me on the auction block again in no time, but probably not before they do awful things to me." "She has a point, Becks," Mark started, shrugging as he fastened his tunic in place. "We may know slavery is immoral, but Rome doesn't give a shit. As far as they're concerned, you're still a patrician woman, and we're still your slaves." "Which brings up another troublesome fact," Becky sighed, building on Mark's premise. "You're the most hated individual in Rome. You defiled a Vestal Virgin;” "Pervert," Nanu said in a low voice, nudging Mark. "You made a mockery of the legal system, and turned the Colosseum into a sexual freak show. I wouldn't be surprised if every soldier in Rome had orders to skewer you on sight." "Hey, I'm not the one who dropped a giant canvas sail on the emperor's head and wiggled my tits at seventy thousand people, you know!" Mark protested. "Well, that part was fun," Becky mused, smirking, lapsing into English for a moment. "So what do we do? I want to go shopping, but without getting you killed." "Yeah, you've got a point there," Mark allowed, looking at the ground as he pondered the issue. Nanu looked back and forth between them as they spoke in their unintelligible gibberish. "Well, we either need a disguise for me, so I don't look like Bonosus anymore, or we need to jump back a few days to before we arrived, and before anyone would know us." "More of your time twists," Becky chided, holding up a finger. "Didn't you learn?" "I know what you mean, but I kinda think we did that," Mark replied. "Don't you remember how you said people were waving at you like they knew you already, and you thought that was weird? That maybe they'd mistaken you for someone else? It's kinda unlikely that they are mistaking you for anyone, Becks. You're as tall as most of the men, and you're like a living embodiment of Venus to them, with blonde hair." "I'm afraid you may be right," Becky sighed, not liking the hypothesis, but forced to admit it was probably accurate. "So we go back maybe a week before we first arrived, do our shopping, and split?" Mark turned and looked at Nanu now. "Nanu, have you been into the city of Rome any time in the last week before you met us? Or anyone from the Flavius household?" "Ooh, good catch, Mark," Becky mentioned, nodding. "Can't have her running into herself by accident, no matter how unlikely." Nanu considered for a moment and then shook her head. "No, before you arrived, it had been more than a month, I think. Master Flavius resented paying the prices they wanted in the city, he usually made us shop in Lavinium, it was cheaper." Mark shrugged. "We could probably do your shopping and find some fun, Becks. Then we'll plan our next move. Sound good?" Becky removed her outfit, letting pool around her feet before sitting down in a low chair. She held out her arms, beckoning for Nanu to join her. The Egyptian girl shed her clothing, and then went to sit naked in her blonde lover's lap, their lovely tits squashing together. They kissed for some moments before Becky smiled at Nanu. "I want to buy you some outfits, Nanu, outfits like I wear. Would you like to dress and look like mistress?" It seemed as though Nanu might faint. Becky was also pretty sure she felt the girl getting wet. She giggled and kissed Nanu's nose. "I'll take that as a yes." Rome. The litter glided through the crowded street, with people dutifully making way for it; whomever was inside was clearly important. The four dark-skinned slaves bearing it on their shoulders walked along silently, seemingly not bothered by the weight within. The litter itself was simple in design, but ornate in appearance, the canopy held aloft on carved poles, and much of it decorated with gold leaf or edging. Diaphanous curtains on all sides obscured the women within. Becky and Nanu lay on their sides, facing in toward one another. Nanu was wearing a beautiful stola, just like Becky, and she gazed down at her raiment in wonder, running a hand delicately over the fabric. Becky smiled as she watched the Egyptian girl while reaching into a bowl between them and putting a grape in her mouth. "Mistress, this is wonderful," Nanu whispered, knowing to not refer to Becky as her mistress too loudly. "I've never felt anything like this in my life, except on someone else." "Well, it's yours, and yours alone, so enjoy it," Becky said cheerfully, enjoying Nanu's elation. She put another grape between her teeth and smiled slyly. Nanu leaned in and took the grape between her own teeth, their lips touching. As Nanu masticated on the grape, Becky opened the gauze-like drapes in the back if the litter and called out gently. "How we doing back there, Mark?" "Oh, just fine, thanks so very much for asking," muttered the student-slave, who trudged along behind the litter, carrying several handbags made of linen and animal skins, filled with shopping goods. His hands and shoulders ached. How the Hell could Becky purchase so much shit in an era that didn't have electronics? "How much farther we got?" "Not too much longer, I think," mused the blonde teacher casually. She wasn't too worried about Mark having to carry stuff, he'd been through worse recently. She'd bought outfits and jewelry, pretty house furnishings, and other curios to take home. She considered what she'd need to buy for Nanu upon their return. Clothes aside, she would somehow need to procure ID for her, some sorts of medical records, and so forth. How did she get any of that done? "Will I like my new life, mistress?" Nanu asked, eating another grape. "I am sure I will love living with you, but;” Becky smiled and caressed her face lovingly. "It will be very, very different, Nanu. And at times it will seem frightening. But there are so many things I cannot wait to show you." "Then I will wait and trust you," the Egyptian girl said softly, giving herself over to her mistress' carefully in her mind. "Because I believe you when you say you love me and want the best for me." Nanu was silent for some time, as if deep in thought. "What's on your mind, darling?" Becky asked, curious. Nanu sighed. "I just miss my family. I have not seen them since I was young. And I dreamed of returning to them one day." Becky smiled. "Oh, you want t

In today's episode, we are exploring the life of Shakespeare's contemporary, Aemilia Bassano Lanyer (whose name is also spelled as Emilia Lanier), who was one of the first women in England to publish her writing and is the author of the first published book of poetry by an English woman.  First, we will explore Aemilia's early life before discussing her groundbreaking volume of poetry, Salve Deus Rex Judaeorum. We will talk about what is known of the rest of Aemilia's life before giving a brief overview of what she is most known for today: her possible ties to William Shakespeare. Shakespeare Anyone? is created and produced by Kourtney Smith and Elyse Sharp. Music is "Neverending Minute" by Sounds Like Sander. Follow us on Instagram at @shakespeareanyonepod for updates or visit our website at shakespeareanyone.com You can support the podcast by becoming a patron at patreon.com/shakespeareanyone, sending us a virtual tip via our tipjar, or by shopping our bookshelves at bookshop.org/shop/shakespeareanyonepod. Works referenced: Benson, Pamela. ‘Emilia Lanier', A Critical Introduction to the Casebooks of Simon Forman and Richard Napier, 1596–1634, https://casebooks.lib.cam.ac.uk/using-the-casebooks/meet-the-patients/emilia-lanier, accessed 6 October 2024. Cooley, Ron. “Aemilia Lanyer  Biographical Introduction.” Aemilia Lanyer, Biographical Introduction, University of Saskatchewan English Department, 8 Aug. 1998, drc.usask.ca/projects/emet/phoenix/lanyerbio.htm. Greenstadt, A. Eliza . "Aemilia Lanyer". In obo in Renaissance and Reformation. 6 Oct. 2024. . Grossman, Marshall, editor. Aemilia Lanyer: Gender, Genre, and the Canon. 1st ed., University Press of Kentucky, 1998. JSTOR, http://www.jstor.org/stable/j.ctt130jkm3. Accessed 6 Oct. 2024. Lanyer, Aemilia. “Salve Deus Rex Judaeorum.” Edited by Risa S. Bear, Renascence Editions , Luminarium/The Univeristy of Oregon, 21 Nov. 2009, www.luminarium.org/renascence-editions/lanyer1.html. Lanyer, Aemilia. “The Description of Cooke-Ham.” Poetry Foundation, Poetry Foundation, 2024, www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/50661/the-description-of-cooke-ham.  McBride, Kari Boyd (2008) Web Page Dedicated to Aemilia Lanyer Archived 25 September 2015 at the Wayback Machine, accessed on 06 Oct. 2024 McDonough, M.G., host. “More than the Dark Lady: Aemelia Lanyer's “Eve's Apology in Defense of Women.” The Classic English Literature Podcast, season 1, episode 65, 05 May 2024. https://theclassicenglishliteraturepodcast.buzzsprout.com/2024786/episodes/15012587-more-than-the-dark-lady-aemilia-lanyer-s-eve-s-apology-in-defense-of-women. Accessed 05 October 2024. Teysko, Heather, host. “Amelia Lanier: England's first Female English Poet.” Renaissance English History Podcast: A Show About the Tudors, season 1, episode 220, 10 January 2024. https://www.englandcast.com/podcast-archive/. Accessed 05 October 2024.  

Today we look at Aemelia Lanyer's pioneering and influential work, "Eve's Apology in Defense of Women" from 1611's Salve Deus Rex Judaeorum.The Happy Writer with Marissa MeyerAuthors, from debuts to bestsellers, chat about books, writing, publishing, and joy. Listen on: Apple Podcasts SpotifySupport the Show.Please like, subscribe, and rate the podcast on Apple, Spotify, Google, or wherever you listen. Thank you!Email: classicenglishliterature@gmail.comFollow me on Instagram, Facebook, Tik Tok, and YouTube.If you enjoy the show, please consider supporting it with a small donation. Click the "Support the Show" button. So grateful!Podcast Theme Music: "Rejoice" by G.F. Handel, perf. The Advent Chamber OrchestraSubcast Theme Music: "Sons of the Brave" by Thomas Bidgood, perf. The Band of the Irish GuardsSound effects and incidental music: Freesounds.orgMy thanks and appreciation to all the generous providers!

 Carlo Giovanardi a processo per le presunte pressioni per far ammettere in white list una azienda del modenese poi finita al centro del maxiprocesso alla 'ndrangheta emiliana Aemilia. Secondo Pietro Grasso, in Emilia-Romagna si sarebbero potuti sciogliere per mafia altri comuni oltre a Brescello. Per la Regione Sicilia, Lia Pipitone non è una vittima di mafia. Cosa sta succedendo a Palermo, dall'omicidio di mafia alla riorganizzazione del mandamento di Brancaccio. L'ex sindaco siciliano indagato nell'inchiesta su uno scambio elettorale politico-mafioso. La maxi-inchiesta barese che unisce mafiosi, faccendieri e politici. L'indagine su tre giornalisti del Domani. La ventinovesima Giornata della memoria e dell'impegno in ricordo delle vittime innocenti delle mafie.  Sono le notizie del 73° episodio di Fresche di Stampa, con le notizie principali tra febbraio e marzo, a cura di Marta Mezzadri, Sofia Nardacchione, Francesca Palumbo, Viviana Regine e Giovanni Soini. 

Die Themen der Folge: Alligatoah betreibt demokratische Promo und lässt seine Fans anhand von drei Snippets über seine nächste Single entscheiden. Beyoncé, Lana Del Rey & mehr: In der Musikindustrie bahnt sich ein regelrechtes Country-Fieber an. Die Londoner Sängerin, Produzentin und DJ Shygirl bringt ihre Event-Reihe „Club Shy“ ins EP-Format und veröffentlicht sechs dance-lastige Stücke. Nachdem sie sich zuletzt „Join Me In Death“ von HIM vorgenommen haben, bringen Danzinger 99 und Aemilia nun auch die Melodie von „I Follow Rivers“ in ihre abgründige New Wave-Soundwelt.

La confisca del patrimonio di Ciro Cuomo, tra Bologna e Sardegna. La docufiction sul maxiprocesso Aemilia. Come i boss investono sui siti di scommesse. Il ritorno degli "scappati" tra Palermo e New York. La condanna dell'intermediario tra Matteo Messina Denaro e il suo medico. Il deputato siciliano accusato di concorso esterno in associazione mafiosa. La casa confiscata al luogotenente di Nitto Santapaola diventata rifugio per donne. La 'ndrangheta nel mercato ortofrutticolo di Torino. La denuncia dell'ex nuora del boss. Il taglio alle intercettazioni e le indagini di mafia a rischio. Il rinvio a giudizio per la morte di Giulio Regeni.L'episodio con le notizie principali tra novembre e dicembre, a cura di Giulia Facheris, Francesca Palumbo, Viviana Regine e Giovanni Soini, con il commento di Andrea Giagnorio, referente di Libera Bologna.

La maxioperazione contro la 'ndrangheta "Eureka", con arresti e sequestri in mezza Europa. Un focus su mafie e politica, tra la commissione antimafia che non parte e ancora nessun controllo sugli impresentabili, la sentenza della Corte di Cassazione sulla Trattativa stato-mafia, la chiusura del programma "Non è l'Arena", l'attacco sulla protezione dei politici di sinistra all'interno del processo Aemilia. Qualche fatto di cronaca: l'operazione Carback a Catania, l'omicidio di 'ndrangheta in provincia di Cosenza e l'omicidio camorristico a Ponticelli, la notte dello scudetto del Napoli.Il 67° episodio di Fresche di Stampa con le notizie principali tra aprile e maggio, a cura di Sofia Nardacchione, Lea Gropper, Francesca Palumbo, Viviana Regine, Giovanni Soini e Giulia Facheris.

Marcella Di Levrano riconosciuta vittima innocente di mafia a 32 anni dal suo omicidio. Il criminale indagato per associazione a delinquere. Il rapporto su agromafie e caporalato. La 'ndrangheta tra Emilia-Romagna, Milano, Roma e Argentina. I comuni laziali sciolti per mafia. E ancora, l'operazione Hesperia e Matteo Messina Denaro, l'ex collaboratore di giustizia e le minacce a un avvocato, l'avvocato del boss che collabora con i pubblici ministeri. Il 63° episodio di Fresche di Stampa a cura di Sofia Nardacchione, Francesca Palumbo, Viviana Regine, Giovanni Soini, Giulia Facheris, Marta Mezzadri, Anna Venchiarutti, Chiara Francavilla e Lea Gropper:

La Guardia di Finanza di Cremona, nel corso dell'operazione denominata “Aemilia” ha confiscato beni e quote societarie per circa 4,5 milioni di euro a una cosca della ‘ndrangheta.pc/gtr

La Guardia di Finanza di Cremona, nel corso dell'operazione denominata “Aemilia” ha confiscato beni e quote societarie per circa 4,5 milioni di euro a una cosca della ‘ndrangheta.pc/gtr

La Guardia di Finanza di Cremona, nel corso dell'operazione denominata “Aemilia” ha confiscato beni e quote societarie per circa 4,5 milioni di euro a una cosca della ‘ndrangheta.pc/gtr

I dubbi sulla morte di Rita Atria e l'esposto per riaprire le indagini. Palermo, tra le manifestazioni contro il neosindaco Roberto Lagalla e gli arresti dei candidati consiglieri. La sentenza di Grimilde, filone del processo Aemilia. L'amministrazione giudiziaria per la Spumador: i dirigenti "assoggettati al clan". La 'ndrangheta nei cantieri del villaggio olimpico di Milano. La morte del boss Cosimo Di LauroIl 59° episodio di Fresche di Stampa, a cura di e Marta Mezzadri, Francesca Palumbo, Viviana Regine e Sofia Nardacchione.

Il maxiprocesso Aemilia non è bastato per sradicare dal tessuto emiliano il fenomeno mafioso. A distanza di anni c'è una nuova sentenza che riporta l'attenzione su una ‘ndrangheta che non ha mai smesso di infiltrarsi nel territorio: è quella del processo Grimilde, uno dei tanti filoni nati dal processo iniziato sette anni fa.L'episodio di Sentiti Libera a cura di Marta Mezzadri e con la voce di Giuseppe Rizzo, avvocato dell'ufficio legale di Libera, a partire dalla sentenza dei giudici della Corte d'Appello di Bologna del 16 giugno 2022.

Sette anni dopo l'inizio del più grande processo contro la ‘ndrangheta nel Nord Italia, si è concluso Aemilia: il 7 maggio 2022 la Corte di Cassazione ha messo la parola "fine" sul troncone principale del maxiprocesso alla 'ndrangheta emiliana. Per capire l'ultima sentenza bisogna andare indietro nel tempo, al 28 gennaio del 2015 - giorno dell'operazione Aemilia - e ancora prima, fino agli anni Ottanta, attraversando faide interne e un radicamento sempre più profondo nel tessuto economico, imprenditoriale e culturale dell'Emilia-Romagna: un radicamento che prosegue ancora oggi.Il nuovo episodio di Sentiti Libera a cura di Sofia Nardacchione, con la voce di Enza Rando, responsabile dell'ufficio legale di Libera.

La 'ndrangheta in Emilia-Romagna tra la fine di Aemilia e la sentenza del processo White List. I depistaggi nella strage di via D'Amelio. La 'ndrangheta a Roma. Lo scioglimento per mafia di Torre Annunziata e il duplice omicidio ad Acerra. Mafie internazionali tra l'omicidio del procuratore paraguaiano Marcelo Pecci e le nuove accuse al boss della Mocro Mafia. La serie "Bang bang baby" e la parodia della mafia.Sono alcune delle notizie del 56° episodio di Fresche di Stampa, il podcast di Sentiti Libera, il progetto di Libera Bologna e Q Code Mag, che riprende dopo un mese di pausa. L'episodio a cura di Sofia Nardacchione, Viviana Regine, Giovanni Soini, Francesca Palumbo, Marta Mezzadri, Sara Barattini e Marta Maistrello, con il commento di Giulia Tosti, referente di Libera Modena.

Aemilia está lista para conocer los secretos de su cerebro. Durante toda su vida, Aemilia ha percibido el mundo de una manera distinta: cada vez que escucha una palabra, siente un sabor. No es que lo imagine: en su cerebro se produce una reacción que hace que lo perciba así. Lo que tiene se llama sinestesia, una condición inusual que hace que los sentidos se combinen. Pero ni sus amigos ni su familia entendían lo que le pasaba y nunca un doctor había analizado su cerebro. Hasta ahora.⇣En nuestro sitio web puedes encontrar una transcripción del episodio. Or you can also check this English translation. ⇣Únete a Deambulantes. Necesitamos sumar 1.800 nuevas personas a nuestro programa de membresías antes de fin de año para garantizar nuestra sostenibilidad. Con tu apoyo podremos seguir contando las historias que merecen ser contadas. Suscríbete a nuestro boletín. Es nuestro lugar favorito para estar en contacto con nuestra comunidad. Recibe todos los martes un correo con el nuevo episodio de Radio Ambulante y otro todos los viernes con cinco recomendaciones del equipo.

I Pandora Papers. L'omicidio a Ponticelli e la guerra di camorra a Napoli. L'incendio nella baraccopoli di Campobello di Mazara. La condanna di Mimmo Lucano. La sentenza del processo Borsellino quater. Mafie in Emilia-Romagna, tra la sentenza del processo Aemilia 1992, la confisca di 10 milioni al clan degli Arena-Nicoscia e le mani della 'ndrangheta sugli alberghi della riviera romagnola. La condanna del senatore di Forza Italia Marco Siclari per scambio elettorale politico-mafioso. L'operazione della Dia contro il clan Pesce-Bellocco. L'arresto dell'ex commissario straordinario dell'acciaieria ex ILVA. Il riciclaggio mafioso a Trento. Sono le notizie della nuova puntata di Fresche di stampa, il podcast di Sentiti Libera, il progetto a cura di Libera Bologna e Q Code Mag. L'episodio a cura di Sofia Nardacchione, Sara Barattini, Pietro Scagliotti, Silva Almacolle, Giovanni Soini, Bianca Franco, Marina Mazzilli e Lorenzo Pirozzi, con i commenti di Mariano Di Palma, referente di Libera Campania, del giornalista Francesco Donnici e di Enza Rando, responsabile dell'ufficio legale di Libera. 

Tutti condannati all'ergastolo. È la sentenza arrivata giovedì 30 settembre 2021 nel Tribunale di Bologna, dove la Corte d'Appello aveva il compito di giudicare quattro imputati per due omicidi. Omicidi di ‘ndrangheta per la precisione, avvenuti 29 anni fa. È il processo Aemilia 1992, uno dei filoni del maxiprocesso alla 'ndrangheta emiliana, che fa luce su un periodo fondamentale per il radicamento mafioso in Emilia-Romagna, tra infiltrazione nei settori economici e violenza. Il nuovo episodio di Sentiti Libera a cura di Sofia Nardacchione e con il commento di Enza Rando, responsabile del settore legale di Libera. 

La sentenza del processo sulla Trattativa Stato-mafia. La sentenza che stabilisce che il clan dei Casamonica è un clan mafioso. L'ultima relazione semestrale della Direzione Investigativa Antimafia e il quadro del radicamento mafioso in Italia. Corruzione, tra un processo in Val d'Aosta e l'arresto di Federico Bianchi, imprenditore ed editore dell'agenzia di stampa Dire. Aemilia 1992, il filone del maxiprocesso alla 'ndrangheta emiliana verso la sentenza. Sono alcune delle notizie della nuova puntata di Fresche di stampa, il podcast di Sentiti Libera, il progetto a cura di Libera Bologna e Q Code Mag. L'episodio a cura di Silva Almacolle, Sofia Nardacchione, Sara Barattini e Pietro Scagliotti, con i commenti di Giuseppe Pipitone, giornalista del Fatto Quotidiano, Giuseppe Rizzo, avvocato dell'ufficio legale di Libera, e Giulia Tosti, referente di Libera Modena.

Le motivazioni della sentenza sul delitto Agostino. L'arresto a Bologna dell'imprenditore Ciro Cuomoà. La collaborazione del boss Nicolino Grande Aracri ritenuta non credibile. Le motivazioni della sentenza di appello di Aemilia. Le condanne a Bologna del processo contro il clan nigeriano dei Viking-Arobaga. Il nuovo episodio di Fresche di stampa, il podcast di Sentiti Libera con le notizie delle ultime due settimane su mafie e criminalità, a cura di Sara Barattini con Sofia Nardacchione, Pietro Scagliotti e Lorenzo Pirozzi e con il commento di Andrea Giagnorio, referente di Libera Bologna.

La scarcerazione di Giovanni Brusca. L'operazione a Latina che ha svelato la somministrazione di farmaci a lavoratori indiani per sopportare turni di lavoro senza limiti di orario. L'arresto del boss di 'ndrangheta Rocco Morabito. La confisca di beni per 2 milioni di euro a uno 'ndranghetista condannato in Aemilia. La sentenza che stabilisce che la criminalità di San Severo, nel foggiano, è mafia. Fresche di stampa, il podcast di Sentiti Libera con le notizie delle ultime due settimane su mafie e criminalità, a cura di Sofia Nardacchione, Pietro Scagliotti, Matilde Vannella, Marina Mazzilli, Silva Almacolle e con il commento di Antonio Monachetti.

Maurizio Mottola (Radio Sircus) intervista Nazim Comunale di Iran - band (da Reggio Emilia), in occasione della pubblicazione dell'album Aemilia (Aagoo Records) dello scorso Dicembre 2020. Un trio strumentale (allargato) che “naviga” dalle piatte terre d'Emilia fino al deserto mediorientale, come un moderno Caboto, tra sperimentazione e improvvisazione. Un flusso di coscienza e suoni da ascoltare e guardare, non per piacere o mero intrattenimento, come nella traccia Magnitogorsk, qui proposta al termine dell'intervista, di cui è disponibile sul “tubo” il video ufficiale.

La maxi-operazione Petrolmafie Spa, sugli affari mafiosi nel business del petrolio. La notizia della collaborazione con la giustizia del boss di 'ndrangheta Nicolino Grande Aracri. L'inchiesta sugli affari di 'ndrangheta e politica nello smaltimento di rifiuti tossici in Toscana. Hermes Ferrari, lo sciamano della protesta dei ristoratori, e i presunti legami con la 'ndrangheta emiliana. L'appalto pilotato della Asl di Pescara e gli arresti per corruzione. Il nuovo maxiprocesso calabrese Epicentro, contro la 'ndrangheta.Fresche di stampa, il podcast di Sentiti Libera con le notizie delle ultime due settimane su mafie e criminalità, a cura di Sara Barattini e Marina Mazzilli e con il commento di Giovanni Mattia, referente di Libera Reggio Emilia.

Il libro guida Viae del Piemonte segnala Acqui Terme sulla via Aemilia Scauri, a metà strada tra Vado Ligure e Tortona. Intorno ad Acqui, da Alessandria a Savona, si sviluppa la Val Bormida, una terra che riserva inaspettate sorprese: calanchi come dorsi di elefanti, chiese su due piani, castelli e dighe, un lago artificiale che nasconde un paese sommerso, un edificio simile a una fazenda messicana e opere artistiche trafugate.Ho in mente un tragitto per godere del paesaggio che cambia: da filari di vite a noccioleti e a boschi di castagni inframmezzati da macchie di erbe aromatiche e officinali. Una tappa obbligatoria è Cessole alla Tenuta Antica di Maria Pia Lottini, una delle 7 aziende agricole del progetto Monferrato Autentico che valorizza prodotti e produttori locali.Vieni con me? Preparati: passo a prenderti!

La Strage alla Stazione di Bologna fu una strage di Stato. La sentenza definitiva del processo Black Monkey: non è mafia, con il commento di Enza Rando. Aemilia, tra nuove sentenze e nuovi filoni. Mafia e cultura mafiosa a Foggia, con il commento di...

La sentenza del processo "Decima azione" che ha colpito la mafia foggiana. La conferma della condanna del boss Nicolino Sarcone nel processo Aemilia 1992. Il rinvio a giudizio dell'ex senatore Carlo Giovanardi nel processo "Servitori infedeli". La fine...

La sentenza di Aemilia 1992 a Reggio Emilia. Il primo rapporto sullo stato di diritto della Commissione Europea. Il processo "Mondo Sepolto" a Bologna. Le scarcerazioni e i rientri in carcere dei boss mafiosi. La relazione 2020 sul racket e sull'usura....

Continua il viaggio sulla Aemilia Scauri. In compagnia di Roberta e Francesca conosciamo altri angoli della via consolare romana più importante sul nostro territorio. Ascoltate le narrazioni delle nostre guide. Potreste organizzare una visita a Derthona o Acqui Statielle

Con Francesca Buffa, guida turistica, percorriamo la via Aemilia Scuari e conosciamo gli edifici storici di rilevo. Un cammino carico di scoperte, qui vicino a casa. Scoprite con noi le meraviglie che ci circondano

Al nostro podcast pareremo di una antica via romana che attraversa la nostra provincia. Mirco Ulandi e Francesco Fais ci illustreranno uno studio di un trismo di prossimità tuto da scoprire.

Creato da Andrea Neri

Creato da Andrea Neri

Creato da Andrea Neri

Creato da Andrea Neri

Creato da Andrea Neri

Creato da Andrea Neri

Creato da Andrea Neri

Creato da Andrea Neri

Un reportage di viaggio alla scoperta di dialetti, cucina e campanilismi lungo la via Emilia. Creato da Andrea Neri

Marcus abuses his position at the care home to create an opportunity for the Golden Oldies to investigate the Lightning Beverage Plant, Morgan is forced to choose between helping the team or reconnecting with her daughter, and Aemilia receives a warm greeting from an old acquaintance. -- The Gauntlet, and everything Gauntlet related, can be found at https://www.gauntlet-rpg.com. Hit the Streets: Defend the Block is a street-level supers RPG designed by Rich Rogers, using core mechanics based off of 1%er: the Outlaw Motorcycle Game. The game was successfully funded through Kickstarter at the end of July 2019. The game is inspired by comics like Marvel Knights and Daredevil, the web novel Worm, the CW Black Lightning TV show, and the Marvel Netflix series: Luke Cage, Daredevil, Jessica Jones, The Punisher, and the Defenders.

Aemilia, quae iam duōs fīliōs et ūnam fīliam habet, novum īnfantem exspectat. Illa alteram fīliam habēre vult, sed marītus eius Iūlius magis gaudēbit sī fīlium habēbit, quamquam dīcit ‘sē velle fīliam habēre.’Herī Iūlius nesciēbat uxōrem suam novum īnfantem exspectāre, quamquam vidēbat eam minus gracilem esse. Nunc autem intellegit Aemiliam nōn propter cibum crassiōrem fierī!Iūlia parentēs dē ‘alterā fīliā’ loquentēs audit, atque ita scit dē novō īnfante. Neque vērō gaudet Iūlia, nam sōla vult tōtum amōrem parentum sibi habēre! Verba Aemiliae dē parvulā sorōre quae aequē amābitur eam nōn satis cōnsōlantur.Mārcus et Quīntus dē īnfante quī exspectātur nesciunt. Iūlia autem dē hāc rē tacēre nōn potest. Frātrēs vocat et iīs “Audīte!” inquit, “Mox ego nōn erō sōla puella cum duōbus puerīs. Post paucōs mēnsēs mihi soror erit.”Puerī statim ad mātrem adeunt eamque interrogant: “Estne vērum quod dīcit Iūlia? Sorōremne habēbimus?”Aemilia: “Certē novum īnfantem habēbō, sed fīliumne an fīliam, nēmō scit. Vōsne frātrem an sorōrem habēre vultis? Nōnne laetābiminī sī alteram sorōrem habēbitis?”Mārcus: “Ego parvulīs īnfantibus nōn dēlector. Semper in cūnīs iacent, mēcum lūdere nōn possunt, nihil dīcunt, sed magnā vōce vāgiunt!”Aemilia: “Nōlī ita loquī, Mārce! Ante octō annōs tū ipse in cūnīs iacēbās ac vāgiēbās nec cum aliīs puerīs lūdere poterās.”Quīntus: “Ego nōn frātrem, sed sorōrem volō, etiam sī fīlia illa parvula sōla ā mātre cūrābitur, nōs līberī māiōrēs nōn cūrābimur!”Aemilia: “Vōs omnēs bene cūrābiminī, etiam sī fīliolam habēbō. Nōlīte timēre!”

Iūlius in peristȳlō suō magnificō, quod columnīs et signīs deōrum ōrnātur, cum amīcō suō Cornēliō loquitur.“Certē tū vir beātus es, Iūlī”, inquit Cornēlius, “nam vīllam magnificam possidēs cum magnā familiā atque uxōre pulcherrimā.”Iūlius: “Mea uxor nōn pulchrior est quam tua. Tū quoque es vir beātus, Cornēlī, quamquam tibi nōn tanta vīlla atque minor familia est. Neque enim eae sunt rēs quae hominēs beātōs faciunt.”Ad hoc Cornēlius “Ita est ut dīcis”, inquit, “sed vir pauper ā fēminīs dīvitibus nōn amātur neque virgō pauper amātur ā virīs dīvitibus!”Iūlius: “Immō ego adulēscēns dīves virginem pauperem amābam – nec vērō ab eā amābar! Numquam ab eā salūtābar, epistulae ac flōrēs, quōs ad eam mittēbam, ad mē remittēbantur. Itaque trīstis eram ac miser. Parentēs meī multīs modīs mē dēlectāre cōnābantur, optimum cibum mihi dabant, sed ego paulum edēbam et nocte male dormiēbam.”Cornēlius: “Cūr illa virgō pauper tē adulēscentem dīvitem nōn amābat?”Iūlius: “Quia alium virum dīvitem amābat – nec vērō ab illō virō pessimō amābātur, quod virgō pauper erat!”Cornēlius: “Quae erat illa virgō pauper?”Iūlius: “Erat Aemilia, quae nunc uxor mea est ac mē nec ūllum alium virum amat. Hodiē beātī coniugēs sumus.”Cornēlius: “Ego quoque adulēscēns virginem pauperem amābam, neque putābam mē ab eā amārī quia ipse pauper eram. Sed illa mē nec ūllum alium virum amābat – ac nunc uxor mea est. Nōs beātissimī sumus coniugēs, quamquam dīvitēs nōn sumus. Uxor mea mulier est optima ac pulcherrima.”Iūlius: “Uxor tua nōn melior neque pulchrior est quam mea Aemilia!”

Decimo e ultimo incontro del ciclo di “Lezioni di antimafia” ideato dalla Scuola di Formazione “Antonino Caponnetto” e coordinato da Raffaele Liguori. Titolo: «Giornalismo e mafia. La forza della libertà di stampa». La lezione è stata tenuta da Sabrina Natali, attivista nel movimento delle agende rosse; impiegata grafica a Sassuolo. Sabrina Natali è autrice di un'importante opera di documentazione sul processo Aemilia, il processo che ha svelato la presenza della ‘ndrangheta in Emilia. Sabrina Natali ha trascritto il contenuto del dibattimento processuale e lo ha pubblicato sul sito processoaemilia.com. Insieme a lei sul palco dell'auditorium anche il professor Nando dalla Chiesa, presidente della Scuola di formazione “Antonino Caponnetto”. La lezione si è svolta il 15 marzo 2019.

Decimo e ultimo incontro del ciclo di “Lezioni di antimafia” ideato dalla Scuola di Formazione “Antonino Caponnetto” e coordinato da Raffaele Liguori. Titolo: «Giornalismo e mafia. La forza della libertà di stampa». La lezione è stata tenuta da Sabrina Natali, attivista nel movimento delle agende rosse; impiegata grafica a Sassuolo. Sabrina Natali è autrice di un'importante opera di documentazione sul processo Aemilia, il processo che ha svelato la presenza della ‘ndrangheta in Emilia. Sabrina Natali ha trascritto il contenuto del dibattimento processuale e lo ha pubblicato sul sito processoaemilia.com. Insieme a lei sul palco dell'auditorium anche il professor Nando dalla Chiesa, presidente della Scuola di formazione “Antonino Caponnetto”. La lezione si è svolta il 15 marzo 2019.

Decimo e ultimo incontro del ciclo di “Lezioni di antimafia” ideato dalla Scuola di Formazione “Antonino Caponnetto” e coordinato da Raffaele Liguori. Titolo: «Giornalismo e mafia. La forza della libertà di stampa». La lezione è stata tenuta da Sabrina Natali, attivista nel movimento delle agende rosse; impiegata grafica a Sassuolo. Sabrina Natali è autrice di un’importante opera di documentazione sul processo Aemilia, il processo che ha svelato la presenza della ‘ndrangheta in Emilia. Sabrina Natali ha trascritto il contenuto del dibattimento processuale e lo ha pubblicato sul sito processoaemilia.com. Insieme a lei sul palco dell’auditorium anche il professor Nando dalla Chiesa, presidente della Scuola di formazione “Antonino Caponnetto”. La lezione si è svolta il 15 marzo 2019.

Decimo e ultimo incontro del ciclo di “Lezioni di antimafia” ideato dalla Scuola di Formazione “Antonino Caponnetto” e coordinato da Raffaele Liguori. Titolo: «Giornalismo e mafia. La forza della libertà di stampa». La lezione è stata tenuta da Sabrina Natali, attivista nel movimento delle agende rosse; impiegata grafica a Sassuolo. Sabrina Natali è autrice di un’importante opera di documentazione sul processo Aemilia, il processo che ha svelato la presenza della ‘ndrangheta in Emilia. Sabrina Natali ha trascritto il contenuto del dibattimento processuale e lo ha pubblicato sul sito processoaemilia.com. Insieme a lei sul palco dell’auditorium anche il professor Nando dalla Chiesa, presidente della Scuola di formazione “Antonino Caponnetto”. La lezione si è svolta il 15 marzo 2019.

Decimo e ultimo incontro del ciclo di “Lezioni di antimafia” ideato dalla Scuola di Formazione “Antonino Caponnetto” e coordinato da Raffaele Liguori. Titolo: «Giornalismo e mafia. La forza della libertà di stampa». La lezione è stata tenuta da Sabrina Natali, attivista nel movimento delle agende rosse; impiegata grafica a Sassuolo. Sabrina Natali è autrice di un’importante opera di documentazione sul processo Aemilia, il processo che ha svelato la presenza della ‘ndrangheta in Emilia. Sabrina Natali ha trascritto il contenuto del dibattimento processuale e lo ha pubblicato sul sito processoaemilia.com. Insieme a lei sul palco dell’auditorium anche il professor Nando dalla Chiesa, presidente della Scuola di formazione “Antonino Caponnetto”. La lezione si è svolta il 15 marzo 2019.

Decimo e ultimo incontro del ciclo di “Lezioni di antimafia” ideato dalla Scuola di Formazione “Antonino Caponnetto” e coordinato da Raffaele Liguori. Titolo: «Giornalismo e mafia. La forza della libertà di stampa». La lezione è stata tenuta da Sabrina Natali, attivista nel movimento delle agende rosse; impiegata grafica a Sassuolo. Sabrina Natali è autrice di un’importante opera di documentazione sul processo Aemilia, il processo che ha svelato la presenza della ‘ndrangheta in Emilia. Sabrina Natali ha trascritto il contenuto del dibattimento processuale e lo ha pubblicato sul sito processoaemilia.com. Insieme a lei sul palco dell’auditorium anche il professor Nando dalla Chiesa, presidente della Scuola di formazione “Antonino Caponnetto”. La lezione si è svolta il 15 marzo 2019.

Nox est. Vīlla Iūliī obscūra et quiēta est. Omnēs dormiunt. Parentēs in magnō cubiculō suō dormiunt. Uterque fīlius, Mārcus et Quīntus, in cubiculō suō parvō dormit. Soror eōrum Iūlia etiam in parvō cubiculō cubat, sed hāc nocte male dormit, quia caput eī dolet; puella vigilāns gallum canentem exspectat. Fenestra cubiculī clausa nōn est, āēr frīgidus cubiculum intrat. Puella per fenestram apertam nihil videt praeter caelum obscūrum, nam lūna et stēllae nūbibus operiuntur. Iūlia noctem obscūram timet, ea enim sōlem et caelum clārum amat, hortō et rosīs dēlectātur.Tum per noctem obscūram et quiētam canis ululat: “Uhuhuhū!”Iūlia canem ululāre audit et perterrita est: capillī horrent, cor palpitat, puella in lectō sē movēre nōn audet, et clāmat: “Mamma! Venī!”Aemilia clāmōre fīliae excitātur et statim accurrit. “Quid est, mea fīlia?” interrogat, “Nōn dormīs? Adhūc nox est.”Iūlia: “Nōn dormiō quod lupum timeō. Audī, mamma: lupus ululat. In hortō nostrō est lupus ferus!”Aemilia canem rūrsus ululāre audit et “Nōn est lupus, Iūlia” inquit, “est canis tua Margarīta quae ululat. Num tū canem tuam timēs?”Etiam Mārcus et Quīntus clāmōrem vōcēsque audiunt et cubiculum Iūliae intrant.“Quid nōn dormītis?” interrogant, “Num iam tempus est ē lectō surgere?”“Nōndum māne est” inquit māter, “Iūlia perterrita est quia putat canem ululantem esse lupum! Sed nunc vōs omnēs dormīte!”Mārcus “Ō, quam stulta es, Iūlia!” inquit rīdēns.“Tacē, Mārce!” inquit māter, “Adhūc tempus est dormīre. Audīmus ululantem canem, nōn gallum canentem.”

Līberī in lectīs suīs dormiunt. Aemilia dormīre nōn potest, quia sōla iacet in magnō lectō sine virō suō. Cūr Aemilia sōla est in cubiculō? Sōla est, quia Iūlius, vir eius, abest. Ubi est Iūlius? Is Rōmae est.Aemilia exit ē cubiculō, ōstium post sē claudit et intrat in ātrium, ubi circum impluvium ambulat.Mārcus, quī hominem in ātriō ambulāre audit, timet et sē interrogat: “Quis est quī ambulat in ātriō, dum servī et līberī dormiunt? Quid agit ille homō? – Pater familiae Rōmae est. Dum dominus ā vīllā abest, fīlius eius est dominus! Necesse est sine timōre virum im- probum petere…!”Mārcus exit ē lectō atque ōstium aperit, neque ē cubiculō suō exīre audet. Baculum crassum, quod sub lectō iacet, sūmit, quia virum illum improbum, quī in vīllam intrāre audet, baculō pulsāre vult!Aemilia, quae ōstium aperīrī audit, ad cubiculum Mārcī sē vertit, et Mārcus, quī hominem per umbram ad sē venīre audit, perterritus est: baculum pōnit, ōstium claudit, et lectum post ōstium pōnit!Māter, quae ōstium aperīre vult neque potest, imperat: “Age! Aperī ōstium, Mārce! Māter tua est.”Mārcus vōcem Aemiliae audit et ōstium aperit.Mārcus: “Ō mamma! Vir improbus in ātriō ambulat et…”Aemilia rīdet et fīliō suō ōsculum dat: “Nōn est vir improbus, sed fēmina proba, quae virum suum probum exspectat. Pater abest, sed māter tua apud tē adest. Nēmō improbus in hanc vīllam intrāre potest aut audet.”Et māter et fīlius rīdent et rūrsus lectōs suōs petunt.

Aemilia in cubiculō suō est cum Dēliā ancillā. Dēlia dominam suam ōrnat: margarītās circum collum Aemiliae pōnit. Aemilia ōrnāmentīs dēlectātur neque sine ōrnāmentīs ē cubiculō exit. Multās margārītas et gemmās pulchrās habet, neque ūnum tantum ānulum, sed decem ānulōs gemmātōs. Aemilia multa ōrnāmenta ā virō suō pecūniōsō accipit – et multās rosās ā fīliā suā.Domina ancillae suae sacculum ostendit: “In hōc sacculō nōn nummī, sed ānulī sunt. Ecce ānulī gemmātī quī mē dēlectant.” Aemilia quattuor ānulōs gemmātōs ē sacculō sūmit et in mēnsā pōnit.Dēlia: “Ō, quam pulchrī sunt illī ānulī!”Aemilia ūnum ex quattuor ānulīs sūmit et Dēliae ostendit: “Aspice hunc ānulum! Pretium huius ānulī est mīlle et centum sēstertiī.”Dēlia: “Id magnum pretium est!”Dēlia ānulum sūmit et ante ōculōs suōs tenet; gemmam ānulī aspicit.Dēlia: “In hōc ānulō nōn tanta gemma est quanta in illō.” Dēlia mōnstrat alium ānulum gemmātum.Aemilia: “Tanta gemma ad tam parvum ānulum nōn convenit. Neque pretium illīus gemmae tantum est quantum huius. Haec gemma sōla mīlle sēstertiīs cōnstat. Hunc ānulum pōne in digitō meō!”Ancilla ānulum gemmātum in digitō dominae pōnit. In quō digitō? In digitō quārtō, nam ānulus ad eum digitum convenit. Aemilia laeta aspicit digitum suum quī ānulō ōrnātur.Aemilia: “Speculum tenē ante mē!”Dēlia speculum tenet ante dominam, quae sē cum margarītīs suīs fōrmōsīs aspicit. Et ānulō et margarītīs dēlectātur.Aemilia cum ōrnāmentīs ē cubiculō exit neque ōstium post sē claudit.Dēlia, quae iam sōla est in cubiculō, sacculum et ānulōs trēs quī in mēnsā sunt aspicit. Ōstium claudit, et ex ānulīs sūmit eum quī magnam gemmam habet.Dēlia: “Quam pulcher est hic ānulus! Neque haec gemma nimis magna est. Etiam ad meum digitum convenit ānulus gemmātus!”Ancilla, quae nūllum ōrnāmentum habet, ānulum Aemiliae in digitō suō pōnit! Digitum cum ānulō laeta aspicit − neque ea cum ōrnāmentīs exit.Dēlia, ancilla proba, quae tam pulchra est quam domina sua, trēs ānulōs rūrsus in sacculō dominae pōnit et sine ōrnāmentīs ē cubiculō exit. Dēlia ōstium post sē claudit.Dominae Rōmānae multīs ōrnāmentīs pulchrīs ōrnantur. Ancillae nūlla aut pauca ōrnāmenta habent.

Syra et Dēlia, ancillae amīcae, ex ātriō exeunt.Syra: “Venī in cubiculum Iūliae. Illīc bonum speculum est. Iūlia speculum Aemiliae in cubiculō suō habet.”Syra et Dēlia in cubiculum Iūliae intrant. In cubiculō eius est parva mēnsa. Syra videt speculum, quod in mēnsā est.Syra. “Ecce speculum. Claude oculōs, Dēlia!”Dēlia oculōs claudit. Syra speculum sūmit et ante Dēliam tenet.Syra: “Iam aperī oculōs!”Dēlia oculōs aperit et sē videt in speculō, quod ā Syrā tenētur. Oculī Dēliae pulchrī sunt et fōrmōsus est nāsus eius. Dēlia est ancilla fōrmōsa.Syra: “Ecce oculī tuī pulchrī et nāsus tuus fōrmōsus.”Dēlia verbīs Syrae dēlectātur et sē ad eam vertit. In oculīs Syrae lacrimās videt.Dēlia: “Quid est, Syra? Ecce lacrimae in oculīs tuīs!”Syra: “Oculī meī nōn tam pulchrī sunt quam tuī et foedus est nāsus meus .”Dēlia: “Ō Syra! Tergē oculōs! Nōn pulchrī sunt oculī plēnī lacrimārum. Sine lacrimīs pulchrī sunt oculī tuī, neque nāsus tuus foedus est, sed tam fōrmōsus quam… Iūliae.”Syra oculōs terget et Dēliam interrogat: “Iamne pulchrī sunt oculī meī?”Dēlia rīdet et eī speculum dat: “Ecce speculum. Vidē oculōs tuōs in speculō.”Syra speculum ante sē tenet − neque rīdet neque lacrimat.Aemilia in cubiculō suō ancillās suās exspectat, neque ancillae veniunt; itaque Aemilia eās vocat: “Syra et Dēlia! Venīte!”Ancillae, quae dominam suam vocāre audiunt, ex cubiculō Iūliae exeunt et in cubiculum Aemiliae intrant. Illīc nōn sōlum Aemilia, sed etiam Iūlia adest.Aemilia imperat: “Syra, ī cum Iūliā in hortum! Illīc inter rosās ambulāte, nam Iūlia rosīs dēlectātur.” Syra cum Iūliā discēdit.Aemilia (ad Dēliam): “Sūme speculum, Dēlia, et ante mē tenē!” Dēlia: “Sed speculum tuum hīc nōn est.”Aemilia: “Quid? Ubi est speculum meum?”Dēlia: “Iūlia in cubiculō suō habet speculum tuum.”Aemilia: “Quid agit Iūlia cum speculō meō?”

Iūlius, quī magnam pecūniam habet, in magnā et pulchrā vīllā habitat cum familiā suā. Vīlla eius habet ātrium et peristȳlum et multa cubicula. Iūlius et Aemilia trēs līberōs habent: duōs fīliōs, Mārcum et Quīntum, et ūnam fīliam, Iūliam. Iūlia parva puella est.Ubi est fīlia Iūliī et Aemiliae? Iūlia est in hortō vīllae. Puella laeta rīdet et rosās carpit. Quot rosās carpit Iūlia? Quīnque rosās magnās et pulchrās carpit. Rosae Iūliam dēlectant.Iūlia, quae sōla est in hortō, puerōs vocat: “Venīte, Mārce et Quīnte!”Puerī ex peristȳlō veniunt et Iūliam in hortō vident.Iūlia: “Ecce quīnque rosae. Vidēte rosās meās!”Quīntus: “Quīnque parvus numerus est! In hortō est magnus numerus rosārum. Centum rosae hīc sunt!”Mārcus: “Nōn centum tantum, sed mīlle rosae in hortō meō sunt.”Iūlia: “Nōn tuus est hortus!”Mārcus: “Neque tuae sunt rosae!”Puerī ab Iūliā discēdunt. Rosae eōs nōn dēlectant.Iūlia rūrsus quīnque rosās pulchrās carpit. Quot rosās iam habet Iūlia? Puella nōn quīnque tantum, sed decem rosās habet: quīnque et quīnque sunt decem.Estne decem magnus numerus? Nōn magnus numerus est, neque parvus.Puella, quae rosās amat, laeta est et cantat.Iūlius, pater Iūliae, ex vīllā venit. Iūlius, quī baculum habet, īrātus est et fīliam suam interrogat: “Estne Mēdus hīc in hortō?”Iūlia respondet: “Nōn est. In hortō nūllus est servus, sed ecce fīlia tua hīc est. Salūtā mē, pater!”Iūlius: “Salvē, mea fīlia!”Iūlia: “Ecce decem rosae! Habē eās, pater! Tuae sunt rosae. Nōnne pulchrae sunt?”Iūlius nōn respondet, sed Mēdum vocat: “Mēde! Venī, improbe serve!”Iūlia interrogat: “Cūr improbus est Mēdus?” neque pater respondet, sed ab fīliā suā discēdit – sine rosīs.Iūlia: “Cūr discēdit pater neque respondet? Is nōn amat rosās – num fīliam suam amat?” Iūlia iam nōn laeta est neque cantat.Iūlius rūrsus Mēdum vocat: “Mēde! Me-ē-de!” sed Mēdus, quī nummōs dominī habet, iam abest ab vīllā et ab hortō.

Aemilia, quae virum suum nōn videt, Dāvum interrogat: “Ubi est vir meus? Cūr nōn venit?”Dāvus audit dominum, quī Mēdum vocat: “Venī, Mēde! Venī, improbe serve!”Dāvus: “Audī! Dominus Mēdum vocat, sed Mēdus abest neque venit.”Aemilia: “Mēdus nōn venit quia pecūniam dominī suī habet. Is servus improbus est! Sed ecce venit vir meus.”Aemilia laeta est, quia Iūlius venit. Is īrātus est, et sacculum suum in mēnsā pōnit.Iūlius: “Ecce sacculus meus. Iam nōn centum, sed tantum decem nummī in sacculō meō sunt. Cēterī nummī meī sunt in sacculō Mēdī!” Dominus suum Mēdum servum accūsat.Aemilia: “Nōn decem, sed tantum novem sunt nummī in sacculō tuō.”Iūlius pecūniam numerat: “Ūnus, duo, trēs, quattuor, quīnque, sex, septem, octō, novem. Quid? Novem tantum? Cūr ūnus nummus abest?”Aemilia: “Quia in sacculō Dāvī est, neque tuus, sed Dāvī est nummus. Ecce Dāvus adest. Is nūllum tuum nummum habet. Nōn Dāvum, sed Mēdum accūsā!”Dāvus: “Ecce parvus sacculus meus, domine. In sacculō ūnus est nummus, quī meus est.”Iūlius: “Ō Dāve, nummum habē, bone serve! Nōn meus, sed tuus est. Sūme sacculum tuum et discēde!”Rīdet Aemilia. Iam Iūlius quoque rīdet neque Dāvum, servum probum, accūsat.Dāvus sacculum suum sūmit et discēdit.Iūlius: “Probus servus est Dāvus, eius est pecūnia quae in sacculō eius est. Sed mea est pecūnia quae est in sacculō Mēdī!”

Lo strano ritrovamento di ossa umane in Vaticano: con Emiliano Fittipaldi dell'Espresso, sentenza Aemilia: il maxin processo alla Ndrangheta, vertenza Alitalia, parlano i piloti Anpac (prima parte)

Lo strano ritrovamento di ossa umane in Vaticano: con Emiliano Fittipaldi dell'Espresso, sentenza Aemilia: il maxin processo alla Ndrangheta, vertenza Alitalia, parlano i piloti Anpac (prima parte)

Iūlia, fīlia Iūliī et Aemiliae, est parva puella laeta quae cantat et rīdet. Sed iam nōn cantat puella neque rīdet, sed plōrat: “Uhuhū!” Cūr plōrat Iūlia? Puella plōrat quia Mārcus eam pulsat. Mārcus est puer improbus quī parvam puellam pulsat − et rīdet!Aemilia audit fīliam quae plōrat.Iūlia Iūlium vocat: “Pater! Pa-ater!”Māter fīliam audit, neque pater eam audit.Aemilia Iūlium nōn videt et Syram ancillam interrogat: “Ubi est vir meus? Iūlia eum vocat. Cūr nōn venit?”Syra: “Dominus dormit.”Aemilia: “Ō! Fīlia plōrat − et pater dormit!”Iūlia: “Uhuhū! Mārcus mē pulsat!”Mārcus rīdet: “Hahahae!”Pater audit fīliam quae plōrat et fīlium quī rīdet. Iam nōn dormit Iūlius.Iūlius venit et Aemiliam interrogat: “Cūr Iūlia plōrat et Mārcus rīdet?”Aemilia respondet: “Mārcus rīdet, quia Iūlia plōrat, et Iūlia plōrat et tē vocat, quia Mārcus eam pulsat. Puer improbus est Mārcus!”Iūlius Mārcum vocat. Mārcus venit et Iūlium īrātum videt, neque iam rīdet puer. Pater īrātus fīlium improbum verberat!Iam nōn Iūlia, sed Mārcus plōrat.

Nicola Gratteri, Procuratore della DDA ; Giovanni Tizian, giornalista de L'Espresso ; Arturo Bova, presidente Commissione speciale conto la 'ndrangheta.

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