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Apply to work with me: https://www.michaelxcampion.com/James Riley spent decades leading one of the world's most prestigious hotel brands.But this episode isn't about boardrooms or five-star service, it's about what happens after 40 years of executive employment.When James stepped down as CEO of the Mandarin Oriental Hotel Group, he didn't slow down - he rewrote the rules. From abseiling Angel Falls with limited eyesight to backing mission-driven startups, he's chasing meaning over metrics.We talk about reinventing identity, letting go of legacy, and designing a life filled with purpose, not pressure.If you've ever asked yourself “what's next?” after success, this conversation is for you.Let us know what resonated in the comments. And if you're enjoying the show, subscribe and stay curious.Connect with James Riley: https://www.linkedin.com/in/james-riley-8442011Connect with me: https://www.linkedin.com/in/michaelxcampion/(00:00) Why James Riley Walked Away from a 41-Year Career (01:43) Trekking Angel Falls with Failing Eyesight (08:42) Retirement Guilt: “I'm Still Never Home” (10:22) James' Insights on Leadership and Managing Time (14:50) What James Is Focused On Now (17:27) What Attracted James to Oberoi Hotels(21:57) Backing Mission Driven Startups (27:54) VoiceMap: An App That Can Replace a Tour Guide(34:13) Launching a Podcast for Travelers (39:16) The Best ChatGPT Prompt to Explore Cities(45:27) A Pattern That Follows Him Through Life (49.07) Durham University Fundraising(51:53) Family, Cold Swims, and the Next Big Adventure
The Outer Realm welcomes Ben Tejada-Ingram Host: Michelle Desrochers Date: May 14th, 2025 Episode: 562 Discussion : Ben joins us this evening to talk about his latest book " The Mysteries of Kurupira- The Hidden Land of Unknown Creatures That Inspired Conan Doyle's Lost world" Contact for the show - theouterrealmcontact@gmail.com Rumble: TheOuterRealm X - MicheleDerocher Website: www.theouterrealmradio.com Please support us by Liking, Subscribing, Sharing and Commenting. Thank you all !!! About Ben: Ben Tejada-Ingram is an author and researcher, with a special interest in unknown phenomenon and mysteries of the world. Through his social media brand "Anomaly Hunter" he delves into everything from the paranormal to UFOs, and explores all things unknown. He has always had a passion for adventure and discovery. His newest book, "The Mysteries of Kurupira" is about an isolated table mountain in the Amazon Rainforest that is a nexus for all sorts of high strangeness and unexplained phenomena. This mountain, named Kurupira, which is currently completely inaccessible and was mysteriously removed from all maps, is said to be the real life inspiration behind "The Lost World" by Arthur Conan Doyle. It has been the epicenter of sightings with seemingly prehistoric creatures, alien-like entities, and even more terrifying mysteries for over a century. The book is available on Amazon here: https://a.co/d/a3g9yWL His previous book, "The Lands Forgotten by Time: A Cryptozoologist's Guide to Lost Worlds and Legends" is available on Amazon. This book chronicles his research and investigation into the most unexplored, untouched, and exotic locations on earth. These ‘lost worlds'—places forgotten by modern civilization, indeed may constitute the last refuge of creatures long believed to be either mythical or extinct. These regions of the globe, which have existed in almost complete and utter isolation, may conceivably secretly harbor what will become the greatest scientific discoveries of our time. The book is available here: https://a.co/d/bZrMZat His first book, The Last Dinosaur of the Lost World: My Search for 'Little Nessie' is available on Amazon. This book chronicles his investigation of a mysterious but amazing story out of Venezuela, concerning the sightings of a dinosaur-like creature that was spotted on a real life 'lost world' plateau. From learning about this creature as part of an obscure and forgotten internet post, to tracking down every eyewitness on record and learning of its recorded history, this book chronicles the complete investigation of one of the world's most mysterious but amazing cryptids, the 'Little Nessie' of Angel Falls. The book is available here: https://amzn.to/34TNw8D You can see Ben's work producing bigfoot, paranormal, and sasquatch investigations with his investigation team “Anomaly Hunters” on YouTube: https://youtube.com/@anomalyhunters Anomaly Hunters is a team of Investigators looking into every aspect of the unknown and every kind of bizarre phenomena, from bigfoot, to the paranormal, to UFOs, and more. Their goal is to produce high quality adventure and investigation documentaries, as we search for the truth behind mysteries all around the globe. You can follow the ongoing investigations of Ben and his team of Anomaly Hunters on Instagram as well: https://instagram.com/anomalyhunterx The Book: In the heart of the Amazon rainforest, there exists a mysterious mountain plateau where legends, secrets, and terrifying encounters with seemingly prehistoric beasts, all converge. ITS NAME IS KURUPIRA. Though a Czech explorer traveled here in the 1970's, and documented some of its mysteries, many questions and controversies about this mountain have endured. Including: • Where exactly is Kurupira, why was it removed from so
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It's a Wonderful Knife - "I Know What You Did Last Christmas"The holidays continue to slay this season with IT'S A WONDERFUL KNIFE (2023). When the Northern Lights are set ablaze at the same time as wishes are made the town of Angel Falls experiences some seismic changes! Will our heroes find their true north stars? Will they end the murderous Angel killing spree? And most importantly...will they find true love?We hope you enjoy sitting by the fire and getting cozy with this fresh holiday episode!Support the show
This week, Leo and Steven watch It's A Wonderful Knife and learn that every time a bell rings, another slasher movie is made. They talk about painting the town blue, what's in the water of Angel Falls, the always reliable Justin Long, obvious who-dun-its and what happens when a movie is so busy explaining itself, it doesn't take the time to have fun.Watch the trailer here - It's a Wonderful KnifeIt's a Quiet South Park Mountain TownThe Producers - Keep It Gay!Like the show? Rate us on Apple or Spotify!Follow us on Instagram Follow us on TwitterLike the Ads? Check out our friends at...Give Me Back My Action & Horror Movies100 HorrorsDark AdaptationHorror HouseA Cut Above: Horror ReviewGood Beer Bad Movie NightBucket of Chum PodcastDissect that FilmThe CinemigosNext Week: Santa ClawsHassle us via text during the show!
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Monday At 5:30 PM Riding the Frequency with Liane Curtis! Her energy and charisma is outstanding. Let's take a journey with her throughout her life come with us as we explore her fascinating history! Liane Alexandra Curtis was born in New York City. She attended the Rudolf Steiner School in New York City. Jack was a voice actor for characters that included Pops Racer and Inspector Detector for the Japanese anime series Speed Racer in 1967 as well as a director and producer of The Flesh Eaters in 1964. http://www.girubirecords.com http://www.lianecurtis.com https://open.spotify.com/artist/2FQR3L8CXucZOk7p9SwkqA?si=FqjQMbc9T7uAaCwyxPz0vQ https://soundcloud.com/vulcan-a-music https://soundcloud.com/vulcan-a-music/gimme-shelter-zinn-ft-jaq-mackenzie List of some Movies Liane was featured in: Baby It's You (1983) as Jody, High School Girl Sixteen Candles (1984) as Randy The Brother from Another Planet (1984) as Ace Hara Choices (1985) (uncredited) as Maureen The Best Times (1985) TV series as Annette Dimetriano The Equalizer as Elaine (1 episode, 1987) Married... with Children as Debbie (1 episode, 1987) 21 Jump Street as Lauren Carlson (1 episode, 1987) Knots Landing as Young Karen (1 episode, 1987) Kenny (1988) .... Sharon Kay The Bronx Zoo as Joanie Barris (1 episode, 1988) Critters 2: The Main Course (1988) as Megan Morgan Girlfriend from Hell (1989) as Maggie Kojak: None So Blind (1990) (TV) as Lorraine WIOU as Trudy (10 episodes, 1990-1991) Queens Logic (1991) as Cashier Reason for Living: The Jill Ireland Story (1991) (TV) as Lori Rock 'n' Roll High School Forever (1991) as Stella Wild Orchid Il: Two Shades of Blue (1991) as Mona Exclusive (1992) (TV) as Carol Benny & Joon (1993) as Claudia Erotique (1994) as Murohy (segment "Let's Talk About Love") Trial by Fire (1995) (TV) as Doreen Soundman (1998) as Kate ER as Mrs. Shayotovich, Fossen's Neighbor (2 episodes, 2001) The Failures (2003) as Samantha Kyle Threat Matrix as Counter Waitress (1 episode, 2003) Line of Fire as Hooker 2 (1 episode, 2003) Have Love, Will Travel (2007) as Beverly Sons of Anarchy as April (1 episode, 2008) Angel Falls in Love as Aunt CoCo (2011) Salt Liquor Lime as Marie (2014) Body High as Allison Osgood (2015) Selfie as Nancy Logan (2018) https://grizzlyllc.myshopify.com https://paranormalhub.com/grizzly-hunt Govshades.com has the largest selection an variety of brand name sunglasses at up to 50% off retail prices. https://shareasale.com/r.cfm?b=2577121&u=3878666&m=155985&urllink=&afftrack= Rocky Mountain Roastery Coffee! Get Your Coffee Today! https://shareasale.com/r.cfm?b=1943427&u=3878666&m=120637&urllink=&afftrack= Free Conceal Carry Laws of The USA From USCCA! Know The Laws Of Each State For Free! https://uscca.co/GRIZZLY-7015b000005mKPLAA2 For Trail Cams and More Click the Link Below! Blaze Video Inc. https://shareasale.com/r.cfm?b=1879540&u=3878666&m=117504&urllink=&afftrack= For Tac Lights and Camping and More, Click the Link Below. EcoGear FX, Inc. https://shareasale.com/u.cfm?d=481056&m=70349&u=3878666&afftrack= For Blinds, Waders, Outdoor Gear, Range Finders and More! Click Below! Tidewe https://shareasale.com/r.cfm?b=1447058&u=3878666&m=92895&urllink=&afftrack= For Survival Gear, Camping and More Click here click below! Survival Frog LLC... https://shareasale.com/r.cfm?b=564389&u=3878666&m=51591&urllink=&afftrack= For Bags and Backpacks and More Click The Link Below! https://shareasale.com/r.cfm?b=1243597&u=3878666&m=82802&urllink=&afftrack= For Dash Cams, Monitors and Much More Click The Link Below! https://shareasale.com/r.cfm?b=1579252&u=3878666&m=87684&urllink=&afftrack= For Digital Picture Frames, Microphones, Ring Lights and Much More Click The Link Below! https://shareasale.com/r.cfm?b=1968845&u=3878666&m=87684&urllink=&afftrack https://grizzlyllc.myshopify.com https://paranormalhub.com/grizzly-hunt --- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/grizzly-onthehunt/support
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Monday At 5:30 PM Riding the Frequency with Liane Curtis! Her energy and charisma is outstanding. Let's take a journey with her throughout her life come with us as we explore her fascinating history! Liane Alexandra Curtis was born in New York City. She attended the Rudolf Steiner School in New York City. Curtis' parents, Jack Curtis (1926-1970) and Paulette Rubinstein (maiden; born 1923) did many voices for the U.S. dubs of Japanese sci-fi films and TV series. Jack and Paulette married December 31, 1964. Jack was a voice actor for characters that included Pops Racer and Inspector Detector for the Japanese anime series Speed Racer in 1967 as well as a director and producer of The Flesh Eaters in 1964. Paulette was an actress as well as screenwriter and songwriter and has performed with Eddie Albert in The Seven Year Itch (early 1950s) and with Julie Andrews in The Boy Friend (1954). Paulette was also known as Paulette Girard. From about 1951 about 1956, she was married to jazz accordionist Mat Mathews (1924-2009). http://www.girubirecords.com http://www.lianecurtis.com https://open.spotify.com/artist/2FQR3L8CXucZOk7p9SwkqA?si=FqjQMbc9T7uAaCwyxPz0vQ https://soundcloud.com/vulcan-a-music https://soundcloud.com/vulcan-a-music/gimme-shelter-zinn-ft-jaq-mackenzie List of some Movies Liane was featured in: Baby It's You (1983) as Jody, High School Girl Sixteen Candles (1984) as Randy The Brother from Another Planet (1984) as Ace Hara Choices (1985) (uncredited) as Maureen The Best Times (1985) TV series as Annette Dimetriano The Equalizer as Elaine (1 episode, 1987) Married... with Children as Debbie (1 episode, 1987) 21 Jump Street as Lauren Carlson (1 episode, 1987) Knots Landing as Young Karen (1 episode, 1987) Kenny (1988) .... Sharon Kay The Bronx Zoo as Joanie Barris (1 episode, 1988) Critters 2: The Main Course (1988) as Megan Morgan Girlfriend from Hell (1989) as Maggie Kojak: None So Blind (1990) (TV) as Lorraine WIOU as Trudy (10 episodes, 1990-1991) Queens Logic (1991) as Cashier Reason for Living: The Jill Ireland Story (1991) (TV) as Lori Rock 'n' Roll High School Forever (1991) as Stella Wild Orchid Il: Two Shades of Blue (1991) as Mona Exclusive (1992) (TV) as Carol Benny & Joon (1993) as Claudia Erotique (1994) as Murohy (segment "Let's Talk About Love") Trial by Fire (1995) (TV) as Doreen Soundman (1998) as Kate ER as Mrs. Shayotovich, Fossen's Neighbor (2 episodes, 2001) The Failures (2003) as Samantha Kyle Threat Matrix as Counter Waitress (1 episode, 2003) Line of Fire as Hooker 2 (1 episode, 2003) Have Love, Will Travel (2007) as Beverly Sons of Anarchy as April (1 episode, 2008) Angel Falls in Love as Aunt CoCo (2011) Salt Liquor Lime as Marie (2014) Body High as Allison Osgood (2015) Selfie as Nancy Logan (2018) https://grizzlyllc.myshopify.com https://paranormalhub.com/grizzly-hunt Govshades.com has the largest selection an variety of brand name sunglasses at up to 50% off retail prices. https://shareasale.com/r.cfm?b=2577121&u=3878666&m=155985&urllink=&afftrack= Rocky Mountain Roastery Coffee! Get Your Coffee Today! https://shareasale.com/r.cfm?b=1943427&u=3878666&m=120637&urllink=&afftrack= Free Conceal Carry Laws of The USA From USCCA! Know The Laws Of Each State For Free! https://uscca.co/GRIZZLY-7015b000005mKPLAA2 For Trail Cams and More Click the Link Below! Blaze Video Inc. https://shareasale.com/r.cfm?b=1879540&u=3878666&m=117504&urllink=&afftrack= For Tac Lights and Camping and More, Click the Link Below. EcoGear FX, Inc. https://shareasale.com/u.cfm?d=481056&m=70349&u=3878666&afftrack= --- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/grizzly-onthehunt/support
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Monday At 5:30 PM Riding the Frequency with Liane Curtis! Her energy and charisma is outstanding. Let's take a journey with her throughout her life come with us as we explore her fascinating history! Liane Alexandra Curtis was born in New York City. She attended the Rudolf Steiner School in New York City. Curtis' parents, Jack Curtis (1926-1970) and Paulette Rubinstein (maiden; born 1923) did many voices for the U.S. dubs of Japanese sci-fi films and TV series. Jack and Paulette married December 31, 1964. Jack was a voice actor for characters that included Pops Racer and Inspector Detector for the Japanese anime series Speed Racer in 1967 as well as a director and producer of The Flesh Eaters in 1964. Paulette was an actress as well as screenwriter and songwriter and has performed with Eddie Albert in The Seven Year Itch (early 1950s) and with Julie Andrews in The Boy Friend (1954). Paulette was also known as Paulette Girard. From about 1951 about 1956, she was married to jazz accordionist Mat Mathews (1924-2009). http://www.girubirecords.com http://www.lianecurtis.com https://open.spotify.com/artist/2FQR3L8CXucZOk7p9SwkqA?si=FqjQMbc9T7uAaCwyxPz0vQ https://soundcloud.com/vulcan-a-music https://soundcloud.com/vulcan-a-music/gimme-shelter-zinn-ft-jaq-mackenzie List of some Movies Liane was featured in: Baby It's You (1983) as Jody, High School Girl Sixteen Candles (1984) as Randy The Brother from Another Planet (1984) as Ace Hara Choices (1985) (uncredited) as Maureen The Best Times (1985) TV series as Annette Dimetriano The Equalizer as Elaine (1 episode, 1987) Married... with Children as Debbie (1 episode, 1987) 21 Jump Street as Lauren Carlson (1 episode, 1987) Knots Landing as Young Karen (1 episode, 1987) Kenny (1988) .... Sharon Kay The Bronx Zoo as Joanie Barris (1 episode, 1988) Critters 2: The Main Course (1988) as Megan Morgan Girlfriend from Hell (1989) as Maggie Kojak: None So Blind (1990) (TV) as Lorraine WIOU as Trudy (10 episodes, 1990-1991) Queens Logic (1991) as Cashier Reason for Living: The Jill Ireland Story (1991) (TV) as Lori Rock 'n' Roll High School Forever (1991) as Stella Wild Orchid Il: Two Shades of Blue (1991) as Mona Exclusive (1992) (TV) as Carol Benny & Joon (1993) as Claudia Erotique (1994) as Murohy (segment "Let's Talk About Love") Trial by Fire (1995) (TV) as Doreen Soundman (1998) as Kate ER as Mrs. Shayotovich, Fossen's Neighbor (2 episodes, 2001) The Failures (2003) as Samantha Kyle Threat Matrix as Counter Waitress (1 episode, 2003) Line of Fire as Hooker 2 (1 episode, 2003) Have Love, Will Travel (2007) as Beverly Sons of Anarchy as April (1 episode, 2008) Angel Falls in Love as Aunt CoCo (2011) Salt Liquor Lime as Marie (2014) Body High as Allison Osgood (2015) Selfie as Nancy Logan (2018) #frequency #love #movies #hollywood https://grizzlyllc.myshopify.com https://paranormalhub.com/grizzly-hunt For Trail Cams and More Click the Link Below! Blaze Video Inc. https://shareasale.com/r.cfm?b=1879540&u=3878666&m=117504&urllink=&afftrack= For Tac Lights and Camping and More, Click the Link Below. EcoGear FX, Inc. https://shareasale.com/u.cfm?d=481056&m=70349&u=3878666&afftrack= For Blinds, Waders, Outdoor Gear, Range Finders and More! Click Below! Tidewe https://shareasale.com/r.cfm?b=1447058&u=3878666&m=92895&urllink=&afftrack= For Survival Gear, Camping and More Click here click below! Survival Frog LLC... https://shareasale.com/r.cfm?b=564389&u=3878666&m=51591&urllink=&afftrack= For Bags and Backpacks and More Click The Link Below! https://shareasale.com/r.cfm?b=1243597&u=3878666&m=82802&urllink=&afftrack= For Dash Cams, Monitors and Much More Click The Link Below! https://shareasale.com/r.cfm?b=1579252&u=3878666&m=87684&urllink=&afftrack= For Digital Picture Frames, Microphones, Ring Lights and Much More Click The Link Below! https://shareasale.com/r.cfm?b=1968845&u=3878666&m=87684&urllink=&afftrack --- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/grizzly-onthehunt/support
With all the fighting and sex, my work reviews should suck. In 25 parts, edited from the works of FinalStand. Listen and subscribe to the ► Podcast at Connected.. “Saving a life isn't about worthiness. It is about instinct and guts.” (Friday) Since I liked to think that life encouraging me with bruises, punctures, cuts and concussions made me smarter, I had scheduled some eleven o'clock gym time most of the week so to avoid the whole lunch and after-work crowds. Aya and I went to the 'Others' gym, which was nice, but wasn't as complete as the Full/Pure-blood one. Most notable was the lack of weapons. Aya's and my trip to the 'Other' gym on Friday hit a snag. Aya clued in on the fact that I was avoiding the Pure-blood facility. We talked about it. I explained I wasn't a Pure-blood. Her counter-argument was she was and I should confront my fears. Yes, I lost an argument with a nine year old. I have talked a nineteen year old, promise-ring virgin into nameless sex in an airport stall. Aya was an unassailable wall of resolve that dashed all of my ploys into so many useless words. I found myself entering the real 'No Man's Land' twice in less than a week. Not only was I hard-headed, I was also obviously soft-hearted. At the last moment, I imagined I had a reprieve. I didn't have to tell Aya how I got in the first time; grabbing an open door. I could swipe my card, have it rejected and move on to safer pursuits. Sure enough, my card failed. Aya's didn't; mother-puss-bucket! Upon entering, the twenty, or so women in the place looked at me; and Aya. I recognized somebody. It was Constanza, Elsa's chief evil henchwoman. Our eyes met. She smiled in a way that assured me she vividly recalled our last encounter. It should be of no surprise that I insulted her somewhere in the process. It's how I roll. I smiled back at Constanza and gave her a nod before setting up Aya and me for our workout routine. Constanza was not mollified in the slightest. She was patiently waiting; for something. I decided that Aya would be my sole focus and banished the other women from my mind. The munchkin could tell the difference and relayed that to me with her happiness. After twenty minutes, she decided her time with the machines was done and her minutes were better spent resting against, or sitting on, me. My cock was reminding me that it was approaching 36 torturous hours without sex. It was also pointing out that there were thirty available, sexually inquisitive women achingly close. I reminded my penis that being relocated was probably as fun-less as it sounded. That bought me some time. We finished up our sojourn by walking the wall, going over the weapon racks. Mainly we went over the ones various members of her family were proficient with. Aya still had problems with even the most basic ones. The words 'let me help you' spilled out of my mouth. There were two problems; Aya's tiny size and the fact that all the weapons were very dangerous. Even the leaf-shaped short blade was too heavy for her so we ended up screwing around instead. I picked up two Iron Age style axes. The blades were more of a thick wedge than the broad axe heads of medieval fame. They were less effective in delivering damage, compensating somewhat in their reduced weight. I've convinced a Jewish girl to have sex in a synagogue despite me not being Jewish yet this child was twirling me around her pinkie finger. I was entertaining her with some exotic, flamboyant moves wielding two axes while Aya clapped her hands and giggled when I felt a stranger approach me on the sparring mat. I had been hopping around keeping all my weight on my right leg until that moment. I turned to face the woman, putting my left behind me yet while keeping it firmly on the ground. I also drew my axes up, crossing them over my chest, blades pointing past my shoulders. "I have never seen that technique before," she addressed me. That and what followed was all in the Amazon tongue. "It is more of a fantasy creation. I had a love affair with pseudo-archaic movies that always do the crazy, two-weapon stuff so my mentor helped me create this method," I explained. "Has it ever been tested?" she continued. "I am Cáel Nyilas," I answered, "and yes, my mentor preferred using a poleaxe, or a mace/shield combo against me." "Oneida," she seemed amused. "We will see how well you have been tested." "May I request a favor?" I tried to keep my cool. She pulled out one of those damn spears. "Yes," she seemed intrigued. "Can you call someone over to sit with Aya? I don't want her to accidently set foot on the mat," I beseeched. "Drusilla, please aid me," Oneida summoned an observer. The woman had heard my appeal and settled beside the nervous, kneeling Aya. "Cáel, please be careful," Aya pleaded. "Who me?" I chuckled. "I'm impervious to all man-made contrivances." "Every weapon in this room was crafted by women," Oneida snorted. "That would certainly explain my full-body bruising and the hole in my leg," I grinned back. I caught Oneida trying to sneak closer to me. My axes came to a ready position and I charged. I was sure some sort of medic would punish me for this later. She got off two jabs then I was all over her. I knew how to fight a two and a half meter spear. She had no clue how to plot out two incoming weapons with an extra meter of reach. The first time I drove her off the mat. The second time, I got inside her guard and clocked her in the temple with the back end of an axe head. I quickly hopped back three paces, knelt and put my axes on the mat. The rush to get me was stillborn. A few did come to stand over me while two others checked on Oneida who quickly came around. "What happened?" were Oneida's first, shaky words. "He hit you," one of her companions answered. "With what; the Moon?" Oneida mumbled as they helped her up. "My ears are still ringing." "My turn," Constanza announced. She went for a spear, blade, and round leather-covered, wicker shield. "Give Cáel a moment to rest," Aya appealed. "He has been fighting longer." No such luck. I was halfway to exhausted as well. Fighting with two weapons pretty much means just that; twice the fight. Kinetically speaking, I was burning around 80% more calories than my one weapon opponents. I was wielding axes, not fighting sticks after all. In my favor was a deep wellspring of stamina and my Will reinforced by my desire to not upset Aya. What little time I was given wasn't out of charity. A second Amazon was joining the struggle. I could back off, but I felt Constanza would enforce an intense level of groveling solely to grind up Aya emotionally. She didn't hate Aya. Aya was an avenue to really hurt me and we both knew it. For a second, when I hobbled off the mat, there were chuckles. I had fled. That ended as I began retrieving some select weapons from the wall racks. Sword harnesses came in two varieties; belted and shoulder slings. I took two shoulder slings and two more axes. I affixed my two 'spare' axes with leather straps. As I turned to the mat, Constanza had decided to be clever. She and her buddy had closed to within three meters of the edge. They would box me in as soon as my second foot touched down on the mat. "Please back up," I requested. Constanza smiled with supreme confidence. I smiled back. This was going to be dangerous, agonizing and unorthodox; totally me. I began backing up. "Cáel," Aya murmured. "Don't let them hurt you." "Running away?" Constanza sneered. "Aya, wickedness is the expedience of the weak," I nodded her way. "Do you think I can win?" "Of course," Aya sighed happily. "I am by your side." I laughed. I charged. The Amazons did the precisely wrong thing; the stepped up to meet me. You keep thrusting weapons, like spears, aimed at the central part of the body. This allows you to deviate your projection anywhere from the thighs to the face. This does imply you know where the central part of the enemy will be. This was not playschool. Real weapons; real damage; real death. They didn't have to kill me. It didn't mean they wouldn't. I leapt. I didn't leap at them, I leapt over them. Let's not forget I'm pretty freaking strong. My left leg shot-gunned pain straight to the brain but held it together. I sailed over their thrusting spear points, flipped my axes down so that they would impact the mats first. The flat tops of the axe heads impacted the mat and my body rose up and then flipped over them. This gave me an extra meter and a half on my back flip. I turned that maneuver into summersault, giving three more meters of space. I rolled over to my side and rode the momentum to my feet, facing my adversaries. Now they were the ones in the corner of the mat with their enemy pinning them in and I wasn't done yet. With all my might, I hurled my right-handed axe at Constanza's companion. She did exactly what I thought she'd do. She saw the throw halfway in motion and raised her shield up; right where I wanted it. Amazon shields aren't what most people think shields are today. They think medieval knights, or more appropriately, the shields of the Greek hoplites. The Amazons date back 700 years before those Greeks and they weren't heavy infantry anyway. Amazons moved light and fast. Consequently, their shields were light; wicker constructs with layers of leather stretched over the frame. Great for deflecting light weapons; not so great for what I was about to do. The steel axe head shattered the top half of the wicker frame. It saved her life, but now she had this useless object strapped to her arm. It also had the added bonus of knocking her back while Constanza engaged me alone. Her first jab forced me to jump back, but I still was able to draw my first spare axe. My luck with women held up a little longer. The other Amazon hesitated just long enough to remove her shattered shield. Alone with Constanza, I attacked. She thrust, I captured her spear head between my axe handles and yanked her forward. We kicked out simultaneously. Her off-balanced strike brushed past my abused left leg. My right kick hit her shield and knocked her down. Her grip on the spear slipped and I propelled it somewhere behind me. Constanza pulled off a reverse summersaulted while drawing her short blade. A really nice move. Unfortunately, it moved her away from the chick with the spear, who hesitated again. This time she took the thrown axe straight to the head; back end impacting. I didn't want to kill her. Constanza anticipated my next action. It came down to position, distance, and stride length and they all favored me. We raced to the downed companion. My left-handed axes flat side slammed into her forehead, rendering her unconscious, and I kicked her spear off the mat; out of bounds. I slowly backed away from Constanza and readied my second spare axe. "Retire from the field," I panted. I was physically failing fast. "Why should I?" Constanza glared. "You are about to fall over." "Aya won't let me fall," I stared her down. "You couldn't beat me with a companion and a spear, Constanza. Do you really think a shield and sword will work any better." "Let's find out," she charged. I really needed the short breather to recover somewhat. The short Amazon blade was an excellent close-in weapon. I never let her get close enough to use it. Tandem axes allowed me to shred her shield while keeping her at arm's length. My axe bit into her upper left arm right above the elbow. Constanza hissed instead of screaming. She did stagger back. I hopped back three steps, knelt and placed my axes on the mat at my side. "No!" Constanza howled. She came at me while I remained still. Her hand drew back for a killing thrust. I waited. Sparing my life didn't stop her. The looks of her fellow Amazons held back her wrath. They wouldn't stop her from slaughtering me, but that was exactly what it was; a butchery. Two things occurred to me: Aya was showing remarkably better control today than on Saturday, and I figured out a way to sleep with Buffy tonight. Being killed? Nah, worry about the things you have control over. "Constanza, he was instructing me," Oneida stood up. She took up Constanza's discarded spear and stepped toward us. What disturbed the gathering was how Oneida held it; sidewise, not ready for combat. "You do not intimidate me, Oneida," Constanza growled. "You misunderstand," Oneida intoned. "I would do this out of shame and despair." "I will shear my hair, burn it and take myself to the cliffs to die childless," she continued. "I leave whatever contempt you might possess for me to be conveyed to my House when they learn your actions have killed one of their last breeding females. The death of some male will not concern them. My death will. The shame I bear for killing a teacher will certainly interest many of our people." "You wouldn't dare," Constanza scoffed. The spear dropped. Fuck that noise. I snatched the last quarter of the shaft before it hit the ground. No one seemed to understand what to do about that. Apparently my reaction was unique. "Yay!" Aya cheered. "He's the best Daddy ever," she loudly announced to the crowd. "Oneida, my apology, but Katrina has put her faith in me and the New Directive," I adlibbed. "I am here to aid the recovery of your people, not diminish them. For the sake of Katrina's honor, please reconsider." "Cáel Nyilas," Oneida smiled sadly, "this is not a pledge that can be retracted." "Ah; doesn't it only take effect when the weapon hits the ground?" I struggled. "I mean, otherwise dropping the weapon would be pointless; right?" I repeat, apparently this had never come up before. "This is kind of awkward. Can someone take this?" I meant the spear. I was worn to the bone and holding a long spear from one end, with one hand. Quickly calls went out to Hayden as well as a few department heads. "Constanza," one of the Amazons spoke up, "if you attack the male, you will be actively sealing Oneida's Death Pledge. Far fewer of us will understand that." "How is it that you are so damn lucky?" Constanza growled at me. "You are asking this of a man, on his knees before you with your sword at his throat?" I countered. "Lucky isn't you sparing my life. Lucky is me never having heard of this place; Except for Aya. She makes the rest of this hellish experience worthwhile." "Best Daddy ever," Aya chirped. "Hayden is on her way," a different Amazon called out. Already a passel of newcomers were swarming the scene. Truly curious was the group looking mournfully at Oneida. One stepped forward. "Male, do you need something? Water?" she asked. I gave it some thought. "Could you sing?" I requested. "A nice soothing song of hope would be nice." Blink. Like all panicked moments, nothing came to mind for several seconds. Oneida's people rapidly bantered about some names then the questioner began singing. By the third song I was crying and shaking like a leaf. Constanza had fallen back enough to get her arm tended to. Twice Aya had tried to get me, lending me the tiniest bit more strength. Wisely, her minder kept her away from the possible conflict. There was a whole different level of commotion when Hayden arrived this time. "To bear a weapon in my presence is Death, Cáel," Hayden stated. "I apologize for being a disappointing Male," I grunted. "Pass on my regrets to Katrina." "Drop the weapon and you will be spared. You will only be beaten," Hayden gave a hint of a smile. "If I drop it, she dies," I hissed. The ache in my right arm was exceeding that in my left leg. "I'm afraid I will have to decline," I concluded. "If I kill you, the spear will drop and she'll die anyway," Hayden pointed out. "Sucks to be both of us, I guess," I gasped. "Oneida, step on the spear. Push it down," Hayden ordered. Hush. Oneida raised her foot. "You are stepping in the wrong place," I huffed. She looked at me. My eyes flashed to the short side between my grip and my side. "Do you really think you can hold it up?" she questioned. "I know I'll fail if you step anywhere else," I tried to grin. "No matter what happens, you will die," she murmured. "Not my chief concern right now," I grunted. "Hurry." Oneida put her foot on the short end. "It will help your balance if you place a hand on his shoulder," Hayden noted. We both flashed Hayden a shocked look. Oneida stepped on the spear. It trembled and sunk down, barely millimeters off the mat. Her hand came to rest on the crux of my neck and shoulder. I felt my body about to tip over. I was at my limit. I almost missed the gasps whispering around the assembly. Oneida had her body off the ground. Hayden lowered herself so that she could witness there was a distance between the spear and the earth. "The spirits have not heard your pledge, Oneida," Hayden declared as she regained her regal posture. "I suggest you weigh your words with greater care in the future. Retrieve your spear." She turned and started to leave the gym. Oneida dismounted and snatched up her spear. "What of the male?" one of the spectators inquired. I didn't care. I had fallen on my back. "At a moment of such great spiritual significance; the ancestral rejection of a Death Pledge, the action of any one male does not concern me," Hayden remarked coldly. It wasn't praise. It was a 'don't fuck with him'. Around me a cultural conundrum was taking place. Not only could Oneida's house not thank me because I was a male, they couldn't thank me because, by Hayden's decree, there was no life to be saved. Oneida bent over me on one knee. "You really shouldn't be so eager to toss your life away, Cáel," she smiled warmly. I was essentially immobile. "You have the most gorgeous blue-grey eyes," I moaned. "You are thinking about that at a time like this?" she snorted. Her relatives were shockingly amused as well. "No time like the present. Besides, in 75 days you can all go out to some nature preserve and hunt me down with non-lethal weapons. Great way to spend a weekend." I heard an authoritative cough. I looked up from my still prone position to see Katrina. "Cancel that Oneida. I'm about to get relocated to Antarctica where I'll be tasked with teaching penguins how to arm wrestle," I sighed. "Cáel, why do you think I'd be so nice to you after all the hell you cause me on a daily basis?" Katrina looked all menacing. "You recall how much I like winter sports?" I pleaded. "Hey; wait. I was good on Friday. Wasn't I good on Friday?" "I don't recall you having a good day yet, but I may double check. Can you stand?" Katrina asked. "Is that a question, or veiled order?" I muttered. "If the former; no. If that latter, I'll die trying." Using a combination of my right leg and left arm, I managed to struggle my way upright. By that time, Aya had circled the practice mat and was at Katrina's side. "He was very brave," Aya insisted. One of Oneida's senior women coughed. "Nothing happened so nothing has changed," Katrina stated. It was a lie and both sides knew it. It was the whole loyalty/martial valor thing. Inside their closed little minds a balancing act had taken place; my worthlessness as a male against Oneida's value to her people. Aya was easy to discount as she was of Katrina's house. I had no clue who Oneida was yet still rallied to her when she desperately needed help; Hayden's obfuscation be damned. Yeah, Oneida had been young and foolish. Her challenge had been given to make Constanza back off. When Constanza called her bluff, pride took over. Oneida had been foolhardy and overly status conscious. Constanza had played Russian roulette with their House's future and almost 'won'. She'd be wise to avoid darkened corridors for the next few weeks too. There was not only Oneida's house but the houses allied to it to worry about despite Hayden's expunging of the official record. For me, it was time to be dragged over to my cute doctor friend. I had been slashed twice by the spears during my jump and not noticed it; adrenaline no doubt. "Congratulations, you and Aya are forbidden to work. I thought keeping you in the building would be safer. I'm mature enough to admit I was wrong," Katrina conceded. "No place is safe for you, or from you. I'm sending you home, under guard." "Can I choose Buffy?" I perked up. Katrina arched an eyebrow. "I also need something," I kept slaloming down toward Hell. "I need a six hour dispensation from you on the whole sex thing with employees." "Oh Goddess," Katrina laughed. "What part of me wanting you to stay alive have you missed?" "Are you going to sleep with my Mommy now?" Aya grinned. "No," Katrina answered for me, "he's going to play with Buffy." Right on the money. One scary-smart woman without a doubt. "Best of all, I'll let you assign Buffy to be your security for the night and you can tell her the good news when you get home. Aya, that means Cáel does, not you." "Yes Aunt Katrina," Aya moaped. She wanted me to be banging Caitlyn; her Momma. We would make love, Caitlyn would take me as her mate and I'd be Aya's Daddy for real. She'd kill me a month later for my twelfth indiscretion. I'm not a fortuneteller. I'm a bookie and I knew the odds of me staying faithful were a sucker's bet. The only questions were how many and with which one Caitlyn would kill me with. I wasn't sure how to break that reality to Aya. After getting bandaged/tortured my doctor, cleaned up and redressed, I managed to survive the rest of the day without catastrophe. (Later) "Cáel, do you realize that you've been wounded more than most Security Detail recruits do during their basic training?" Violet teased me. Buffy was too furious for coherent speech. "It isn't his fault, Buffy," Aya pleaded. "He wasn't seducing a woman, or anything like that. Oneida tried to sex him up all on her own." Huh? "Constanza's nipples were very aroused and we all know what she wanted." I really was worrying about the twisted sexual education Aya was getting. She knew the terms, but was missing out on the complete meaning of what she was saying. "Oneida? Who the hell is Oneida?" Buffy growled. "She's one of the new hires with Acquisitions," Violet answered. Brian Fung's group. "What were you making eyes at her for?" Buffy snarled possessively. "He didn't," Katrina swept into the office. "She made a Death Pledge and Cáel, acting as a vessel for our Ancestors, refused it; so the youngest breeding female in House Arinniti gets to keep living." I grunted because I knew who Arinniti was, or had been. "Vessels for the Ancestors?" Violet gasped. "Arinniti; that name rings a bell," Buffy mumbled. "She's one of the twenty founding bloodlines," Aya gladly provided. Katrina took her seat behind her desk and regarded me with something between amusement, annoyance, and pride. Oh, and sex. "Violet, Cáel held a weapon in the presence of Hayden; the spear that Oneida had dropped to seal her pledge. If he was a male acting alone, he would have to be killed. Is that the course of action you wish to recommend to the High Priestess?" Katrina suggested. "Ancestors work for me," Violet gulped. "You can't take back a Death Pledge," Buffy turned to Katrina. "It is a Death Pledge." "It appears you can if Cáel is in the room," Katrina smirked. "Best Daddy ever!" Aya yipped. "He caught the spear before it hit the ground and held it until Hayden came by and read the signs from the Ancestors that Cáel was supposed to retract Oneida's words. Hayden even had Oneida stand on the spear, but Da; Cáel didn't let it fall." "Maybe the Ancestors think Cáel is sexy too," Aya added. Groan. "They had better not," Buffy spun back to me threateningly. Fine, if some undead man-haters thought I was hot; sigh; that might entail there would be no rest for me even in the afterlife. "Buffy, do you have plans for this weekend?" I glared. "Why?" she snapped. "Great. Katrina, I want Buffy to be my bodyguard for this weekend," I looked to my boss. Aya almost slipped up, but bit her lip to hold herself back. "Fine," Katrina grumbled. "I promised you that you could choose your guardian. I was truly hoping you would pick among the candidates from SD I suggested, but so be it." "I have to be around him all weekend?" Buffy howled. "Yeah," I exhaled happily, "and I plan to have sex all weekend long." From the look on Buffy's face, she knew she was going to die. She was going to see me having sex with someone else, snap, kill me then kill herself out of shame and grief. Yep, she was going to die. It turned out Aya was off to Amazon Summer Camp for Squirts. We quickly arranged a series of smoke signals she could use to send for me if she was in danger. Desiree rolled her eyes, hefted Aya's luggage and left with my tiny boon companion. I sobbed. "Katrina, can I go see her when she's at camp?" I turned to my boss. "Cáel Nyilas, this is a place where we send our greatest treasure; our children," Katrina smirked. "We will not discuss the abuse of power it would be for me to reveal the location to you." "Cool; Daphne, where is it?" I turned to my closest female new hire. "I won't tell you and it changes every year," Daphne smiled. "But you know where it is this year," I persisted. "I didn't say I didn't," Daphne beamed. "Fine. Come home with me. While my ogress henchwoman holds you down, I'll tickle the truth out of you," I menaced. "Buffy don't!" Tigger shouted. Buffy was about to brain me with my reading lamp. I was fearless. "Okay, Bubbles," I beamed vindictively. "Go get us a car and make it snappy." There was a hush. "What? Did I use any words that were too big for you to understand?" Buffy's screamed caused people to reach for their sidearm three floors away. She stormed out, thankfully not running over anyone. "Do you want to die?" Violet tugged my sleeve. "Let the 'Lost Blood' (Old Kingdom Hittite) deal with him," Fabiola sneered. "They are both annoyances." I took a deep breath. "Fabiola, your laws regulate what I can and can't say to you," I stared at her. "Instead, I beseech you to never insult a 'Runner' (Old Kingdom Hittite) in my presence again." "Buffy is a 'Lost Blood' (Old Kingdom Hittite)," Fabiola defied me. I took another deep breath then hobbled over to Katrina's desk, retrieved a pen, piece of paper and a nice, soapstone-encased lighter. By the time I got back to my desk, I certainly had the new hires' attention. Since Fabiola was a Latin name, I had to guess at what it would look like in the Amazon alphabet. "Daphne, is this right?" I asked. She shook her head. She wouldn't give me the answer. I got it on the third try. I showed Fabiola her name on the paper then burned it. I rubbed the ashes between my palms then showed Fabiola my blackened palms. "What does that mean?" Paula inquired. She was worried. I was both flamboyant and hardcore at the same time. "Who cares?" Fabiola mocked me. "'Ghost'" I said in Old Kingdom Hittite. It took them a few seconds to realize it had a second definition; invisible. I had no doubt Katrina fully understood the implications of my actions. "Cáel, I will have to consult with Hayden over this," Katrina mused. I gave a nod, collected my stuff and headed for the elevator. "Katrina, what did he do?" Dora chimed in. "He murdered Fabiola," Katrina enlightened them. "In his mind, she no longer exists." "Can he do that?" Violet wondered. Fabiola took after me. "Cáel," she called out. I ignored her. She caught up. "Cáel." Ignored. Then she shoved me from behind in the shoulder. I kept walking. "Don't you ignore me!" she seethed. Daphne was coming up fast. "Leave him alone," Daphne insisted. Fabiola shoved me again. I was almost at the elevator. "Don't," Helena came up. She was aiming for Daphne because Daphne was about to kick Fabiola. "She's insulting you!" Daphne reacted to Helena while pointing at Fabiola. "He is a man," Helena explained. "We don't fight over men." Meaning that couldn't be the primary excuse, not that it never happened. "Katrina, make me Cáel's boss," Fabiola shouted. Well, I would never dare shout at Katrina unless her life was on the line. Also, technically Fabiola couldn't be my boss, being a 'new hire' and all. "Cáel Nyilas, Fabiola is your boss for the next five minutes," Katrina intoned. Oh fuck. "Cáel, to my side," Fabiola gloated. I looked past her to Katrina, sighed and punched the elevator button. "Don't turn your back on me," Fabiola snarled. A tug of war developed. She kept trying to turn me away from the elevator doors and I refused to be budged. Fabiola drew her blade. Shit. "You cannot run far enough away that I will let you get away with that," Daphne seethed in Old Kingdom Hittite. Fabiola was about to meet that challenge. "What are you doing?" Katrina had been coming out of her office when she caught the exchange. "I;” Daphne stammered. She'd screwed up. "Apologize," Katrina commanded. Daphne apologized grudgingly. The doors opened. "Cáel, hold the door." I did. "Cáel, to my side," Fabiola repeated. She thought she was about to win. I stayed where I was. "Fabiola, he can't hear you," Katrina pointed out. "Of course he can hear me," Fabiola rebutted. "No; no he can't," Katrina remained calm. "You have rendered yourself dead to him. Since he is not a priestess, or augur, he cannot hear the voices of the dead." "He cannot willfully decide he can't hear me," Fabiola demanded. "Oh, I agree. That would be wrong for him to willfully ignore any Havenstone female. Conversely, he can't allow any of our women to be harmed either," Katrina explained patiently. "So, when he witnessed an assault on the spirit of our women, he attempted to address it." "He approached the perpetrator and politely asked them to refrain from that activity. He was rebuffed. It wasn't like he could physically resolve the issue. To resolve that internal conflict; to defend his sisters but not attack a sister, he symbolically killed the problem. This allowed him to constantly and continuously forget the cause of this disruption." "He can't do that," Fabiola persisted. "Actually, it is pure Cáel," Katrina smirked. "I personally unaware of any scripture, bylaw, or statute that forbids him from doing this. I have given you a reasonable argument that explains his actions. He is essentially working through two conflicting orders." "Now Fabiola, as a perspective leader, what do you suggest he do? Let you force him to be relocated when he breaks your jaw? Let you insult half of Havenstone's staff until one day, one of them snaps and you end up in a Newark landfill? That would be wrong of him to do as he is supposed to lay his life down for us," Katrina kept at it. "What do you suggest?" "How do you resolve the crisis? Before you answer that, consider the fate of Leona," Katrina gave a predatory twist of the lips that would make a Momma T-Rex proud. "This male is making us fight amongst ourselves," Fabiola complained. "I'm not fighting just for the male," Daphne growled. "I'm fighting to have offspring that are strong in both body and mind." "Hey," Helena snorted, "can you imagine how much tougher the women in Acquisitions and Business Management have it? We get to talk about the New Directive without fear of weirding Cáel out." "Please believe me," I chuckled. "I'm still weirded out. There is simply nothing I can do about it so I get on with my day." "I don't understand any of you," Fabiola protested. "Fabiola, will Aya die?" Katrina asked. "Yes." "Why?" Katrina continued. "She is small, weak and hyperactive," Fabiola explained. "Cáel, will Aya die?" "No." "Why?" Katrina gazed at me. "Isn't she small, weak and hyperactive?" "Sure, she's small now, but she's only nine. Look at the size of all the other women in her house. None of them are super-tall either," I answered. "She's not hyperactive. She is very bright with a very active imagination. Once she finds her 'stillness'; her center; she'll do fine. If anything, she's too smart. She figures out that her guardians are worried, why they are worried and has to fight against their disappointment every time she does anything." Fabiola snorted, proving yet again she was clueless to her surroundings. "After all, Katrina, she's related to you and you are one of the scariest-smart people I've ever had the pleasure to know," I smiled. I could reply to Fabiola while not replying. "Cáel, go. You are unlikely to survive Buffy as it is," Katrina directed. Buffy was indeed apoplectic. She did manage to let me retrieve my bike before driving me home. Since I was dragging both all my business clothes, toiletries and my bike upstairs with crutches, it was painfully comical. A furious Buffy relented and took a few of my things. We had barely made it in the door when my phone rang. Buffy dumped my belongings in the center of the living room. "Hey," I answered the phone. "Hey, it's Odette," she greeted me happily. "Are you still in the HQ?" "Nope Odette," I grinned at Buffy. "I'm home. Do you want to come over?" "Sure; it's not going to be a problem, is it?" she asked. "I have a good friend over, but if you can stand my illicit behavior, you are more than welcome," I informed her. "Cool," she chirped. "I'll be over in about an hour." "See you soon. Until then Odette," I said. "Now I have to watch you fuck a whore?" Buffy stared at the ground. I wasn't going to go after for the 'whore' thing. She was at the end of her endurance. I knew that. I limped in front of her and pulled out her phone. She was too angry to look up at me so I knelt down. "Buffy," I showed her the text from Katrina about my six hour sexual exemption. She looked up and read it. "So? What does this mean?" Buffy looked ready to explode in tears and fists. "It means that when Constanza had her sword aimed at my throat I figured out a way to ease some of your fears," I stated. She blinked. "You worried that I'd be dead by the end of the month, and I did promise to try and make you the first Havenstone woman I made love to," I explained. "Constanza was about to kill you and you were thinking of me?" is what Buffy got out of all that. "Yeah. I also realized that Aya was far calmer than she was last Saturday, but the major thing was how to ask Katrina for the exemption and lure you here for the weekend," I told her. "Weekend?" Buffy studied me intently. "Yeah," I grinned seductively. "See, I figure we time everything. When we start something naughty, we flip on the timer and the moment we are done, we flip it off," I met her gaze. "That way we squeeze as much out of the six hours as possible; if that's what you want to do?" Buffy hugged me suddenly. "You were about to die and I was the one you were thinking about," Buffy wept. By that, I meant she fell apart emotionally. I had always seen Buffy so fierce that I was caught off-guard by this open vulnerability. I hugged her back and snuggled her close. She sniffled for several seconds. "This doesn't count, does it?" she hiccupped. "This is purely platonic. I'm bonding with my supervisor; team-building," I stated firmly. "Oh Goddess, you are crazy, you are crazy, you are crazy," she murmured into my shoulder. "Okay, I'm crazy. I also really want to have sex with you," I pushed her back so we could look eye to eye. "Or, are you going to make me beg like a big baby?" "I really want to have sex with you too," Buffy smiled; romantically. The fiery freakiness was gone to be replaced by a deeply sensual, gentle spirit. What the hell? "Let's go to the bedroom," I suggested. "We can try out the sofa later." "Is your leg going to be okay?" she suddenly worried. "Which one? Two of the three are working fine," I teased. No anger. "I love your sense of humor," Buffy snickered. I repeat; Huh? We stripped down then crawled under the sheets. Buffy was demure, calm and at peace. "Buffy, I don't want to ruin the mood," I said as I pulled her close. "But you are not acting normal and I don't know what to make of it," I completed. "I won," Buffy stroked my cheek lovingly. "I beat out everyone else for you. I gave it everything I had, you recognized that and came to me. This is me being happy, Cáel. Would you prefer me to be combative?" "I prefer you," I teased. The 'thank you' hovered right on the other side of unspoken. It wasn't in her. She was starting to get amorous. I pulled away to Buffy's momentary confusion then the condom came out, I ripped open the packet, slipped on the prophylactic and returned to my lover. I was about to slip into Buffy, missionary style. "Wait!" she stopped me. She hit two buttons on her wrist watch. "Timer," she explained. In I went. Buffy gasped slightly then began moving her legs up along my thighs. Years of experience made this a slow, gentle screw. This wasn't me wasting time; Buffy wanted savagery later. For her triumphal moment, she wanted to savor every second of this first time with her prize; me. Tender kissing and nuzzling were the signs of our affection. She ran her hands over my shoulders, back and ass. I would balance on my right arm while I coaxed delightful hums from Buffy. This was not Buffy's first time. By the level of stimulation she was giving me, this was unlikely to even be her 100th time. She knew her stuff. She had mentioned me physically and cerebrally engaging her being a reason she was so desperate to 'have' me. I had misinterpreted that. Buffy wanted a sex partner that could keep up in a way that went far beyond stamina; she hungered for matching skill and maturity. She could give me subtle clues with her body and I'd pick up on them, folding them back into my own actions and signals. There aren't too many that can meet me orgasm for orgasm. Buffy did. She crested first, but I was only seconds behind her. Before my final blasts, I rolled us over so that she was on top. I tried wiggle out of her. Buffy resisted. "Don't pull out yet," Buffy requested. "If I pull out, we can stop the clock," I insisted. "Oh," she giggled, "me lying naked on top of you in your bed isn't 'inappropriate behavior'?" "I won't tell if you won't," I snickered. Buffy cut of the timer on her wristwatch. Buffy was bringing her breathing under control and getting comfortable with our sweatiness. "If you hadn't been as good as your hype," Buffy whispered after a minute, "I think I would have fallen apart; and killed you; then probably myself." "Whoa," I reacted. "Explain that. Girls wanting to kill me is fine. Girls killing themselves for anything remotely involving me isn't." She mulled that over. She wasn't going to apologize yet felt a need to share something. I had to be patient. I've been with a lot of girls and a few guys who didn't take rejection well. That rarely had anything to do with the actual rejection. It was some festering wound much deeper and older than their encounter with me. "In high school I discovered the wonders of sex. I loved it. Not the lover, but the carnal act. I'd screw anyone, as long as it was something new and different," Buffy confided. "After a few bad incidents, my parents; my stepfather and my mother; threw me out because they thought I was a bad influence for my two younger sisters. I went to a city and did the only thing I was good at. I met this guy; you know the story. He would protect me, love me, blah, blah, blah," Buffy recalled painfully. "Slowly the sex stopped being fun. It was money and not my money at that. One night I got sick of it. 'He' wanted me to perform, I told him I was leaving so he and two buddies raped me. They raped me a lot over the next two days while they smoked meth and drank," she continued. "Finally, when they all passed out, I went to the place where he had his gun." "That wasn't going to be good enough for me," she tilted her head up to study my eyes. "I got his baseball bat instead and knocked them all out real good. I found a few garbage bag twist ties, tied their hands behind their backs and went at all three with a knife. I gutted them a bit so they were awake and in a shitload of pain; then I hacked their cocks and balls off." I was less revolted than I thought I'd be. I still felt my dick shrivel and my balls trying to retract into my bodies. I certainly wasn't going to joke about it; this was a serious sensitive moment for her. I stroked her hair. I could live with this revelation. I wasn't sure why I could, but my heart and mind weren't freaking out, so I went with my instincts. "I had barely finished up when the cops came bursting in. I had taken far longer torturing them than I imagined and their screams had been heard all over the housing complex. They Tasered me, I went to jail and finally to trial. My defense attorney argued an 'Insanity' Plea and I ended up in a mental facility," she was clearly relieved that I wasn't terrified. "A few months later, Katrina showed up," Buffy continued. "She wasn't where she is today. We talked a great deal, but there were only two crucial questions for her. 'Do you regret killing those men?' and 'Can you have sex again?' I answered 'no' and 'yes' after some thought. Two weeks later, I was transferred to a Havenstone facility, they cleaned me up, trained me, and I was stationed here." "What is with you and Elsa?" I prodded a handful of minutes later. "Don't go there, Cáel," Buffy muttered. "Do you seriously want me to confront her not knowing the whole score?" I countered. "She is a complete and total racist Bitch," she grumbled. "Please don't tell me it was a sex contest," I groaned. "If she is better than you, I'm going to die." Her grumbling lack of an explanation allowed me to crack a joke. Buffy 'punished' me by kissing my chin. "No, it wasn't a cunt-thing. If she can fuck you better than me, you have my permission to die," she smiled playfully. Scary. I was so used to her being scary, Buffy not being scary was scaring me. Push? "Well, the only thing I can do then, is a Buffy-Elsa-Cáel three-way," I sighed. "Okay," Buffy murmured. "Stop it!" I shouted. "You are freaking me out." Buffy giggled. I was howling off into madness on the inside. "I think you have company coming soon. We should get clean and put some clothes on," she exhaled joyously. By dressed, Buffy meant putting on my dress shirt; unbuttoned. She was like that, cross-legged on the sofa, eating Cheese Puffs and watching 'Real Housewives of Mumbai' when Odette arrived. It took Odette a second to realize this Buffy was the same firecracker from the last time they met. "Hi; um," Odette started. "We are fine. He fucked me. I'm in a state of grace," Buffy explained pleasantly; without a hint of menace, or fury. "Buffy; Odette Sievert," I made introductions. "Odette; Buffy Dubois." Odette strode right over to the sofa and plopped down beside Buffy. I had to struggle to not flinch. "He gives an incredible dicking, doesn't he?" Odette bubbled. "Yes," Buffy purred, "Yes, he does that and more. You are new to this whole 'love-making thing, aren't you?" "Pretty much," Odette openly admitted. "He gave me my first orgasm. I didn't realize how good sex was until I met Cáel." "I didn't realize how good sex was until I met me either," I joked. "Trust me," Buffy patted Odette's thigh, "I know a great deal about sex and I can assure you he's really, really good." "You are not wearing underwear," Odette noted. Life only got more bizarre. "Why don't you go into the bedroom, get one of his used dress shirts and put it on; and nothing else," Buffy advised. "It is a wonderful experience." "Oh God, don't I know it," Odette exulted. She jumped up and skipped into my bedroom. "Don't play with her," I cautioned Buffy. Buffy studied me then gave me a glowing look. "I'm trying to be a better companion Cáel," she told me. "I know I've put you through hell. I'm not going to apologize. I like the look of fear in your eyes. It is only matched by that look that says 'I'll get you for this'," she chuckled. "Just for that, its reverse cowgirl for you the next time we make love," I threatened. "How is that a threat?" Buffy teased. "I am absolutely positive you like my ass." "I bet he likes all of you," Odette sang out as she came out twirling in another one of my dressed shirts and nothing else. Odette had change really quick. I knew she came over bra-less. I was suspecting no underwear, or socks too. She sat down tightly next to Buffy. "So, how is this 'sharing' thing going to work?" Odette looked back and forth between us. "Have you ever been with a woman?" Buffy asked. "Don't be embarrassed about curiosity." "Ah; well, a little," Odette stammered. "Here is how it works," Buffy patted Odette's nervous hand. "I can only have sex with Cáel for five and a half more hours for the entire weekend. Since I like sex and you are here, I'm certainly interested in you." "Odette," she reassured my bed-buddy, "there is no pressure. I have gotten the most important thing; quality time with Cáel. Everything else is a bonus." "Oh; I'm okay with that," Odette nodded. Then she leaned in to kiss Buffy; maybe I should create a 'Sex for Beginners' CD. I was working gangbusters on expanding Odette's sexual horizons. Buffy wrapped a hand in Odette's hair and drew her into a steamer kiss. I settled in behind Odette, switching kisses between the back of Odette's head and Buffy's hand. "Wow," Odette panted. "You taste different than any guy I've kissed. I like it, but I like Cáel better." Before anyone thinks this never happens, or 'only in Hollywood (West Hollywood, that is), please understand I went to a rural college with a 70% female student enrollment. Convincing a girl to engage in a little girl-on-girl action to 'get me extra aroused' is insanely easy. The few times a lady has asked if I'd kiss a guy to get her 'extra aroused', I said 'for her and only for her'. Works every time. I've kissed a few guys, but only for charity. Fine; I've kissed a few guys in gay bars because Timothy intimated that we'd get our asses kicked if I didn't. He may have been playing me, but for all the shit I put him through, I can live with that. Back to the story: we had Odette in my bed in no time. I was on the bottom, Odette was lying on me, back to my chest and I was using my hips to piston into her while she moaned on top of me. Buffy was alternating between tantalizing Odette's clit and teasing her nipples. Using a very liberal definition for 'touching me', we decided that this wasn't consuming any of our 'exemption' time. Three orgasms later, Buffy poured an uber-contented Odette into her/my shirt and I carried her to the sofa. I put Odette's head in Buffy's lap, Buffy twirling Odette's forelock and Odette humming a happy tune. I was getting some apple and orange juice when Timothy's keys jangled in the door. He walked into the apartment and soaked up the scene. I took in that it was barely 8:30 and Timothy was in his date clothes. A seriously not-good situation. I diverted to him, drinks in hand, and hugged him. "Sorry Bro," I murmured. He hugged me back. "Buffy DuBois, this is Timothy." "Buffy? The crazy chick who wanted a hug?" Timothy chuckled. "She's not;” Odette mumbled. "Yes, that would be me," Buffy grinned sedately. Timothy looked down and shook his head. "That is some dick," he groused. "Damn Bro, "Timothy regarded me with some amusement, "did you bother to get her panties off, or was the mere thought of sex with you enough to cause a complete personality reversal?" "Cáel," Odette raised a shaking arm and commanded loftily, "put the drinks down and get us some ice cream. It is Bonding Time." She meant commiserating with Timothy over his dating failure. Timothy trundled off to his bedroom muttering something about 'getting into something more comfortable' and I delivered the drinks then doubled back for the ice cream and four spoons. Timothy ended up on the floor with his head resting against Odette's stomach. I offered to take the bottom spot. Timothy accepted the gesture then pointed out I was the guy with the bum leg. I ended up with Odette's feet in my lap. The flavor of the night was Cherry Vanilla and we were all making inroads into the supply quickly. Timothy dialed up Ninja Assassin on Netflix. Ten minutes in I realized why. There was this Asian actor who was really hot and extremely physically fit. Odette agreed. "You two can't believe any of this is real," Buffy commented shortly after. "This is absurd. Nothing and no one kills like that." She had professional pride after all. It hadn't taken me three days to figure out that the Executive Service babes' main purpose in life was not laundry delivery. They went everywhere and saw everything; just like a secret police force. Odd, huh? "Speaking of absurd and unreal," Timothy snickered. "Cáel, two ladies screaming Extreme High Maintenance showed up this morning. Apparently you weren't answering your phone, work said you were out of the office, and some spooky chicks at Havenstone showed them the door with something akin to a threat of lethal violence," he continued. "From long experience as your roommate, I could tell you'd fucked them to Nirvana and they wanted more." "From long experience'?" Buffy wondered. "You haven't known him two months yet." "Lady, this happens at least once a week with this guy. You are playing with the hair of one of those women right now," Timothy told her. "Yeah," Odette sighed happily. I was still wrapping my mind around the fact that Buffy hadn't threatened me with violence in the past four hours. Not even a glower. "So, what did you tell them?" I asked my bud. "I looked terribly put out then informed them you'd decided to become a Dominican and gone to a monastery in Italy to train," Timothy smirked. "What did you really say?" I thumped his head with my spoon. Before anyone goes 'iew, don't eat with that', I would remind you how pervasive hair is in a bachelor pad. Vacuum and you'll find out. "I told them you work in Looney Tunes Central; which they bought surprisingly easily; and that you would give them a call the moment your destiny was returned to you," Timothy said. I was willing to bet he used those exact words too. "What has Cáel told you about Havenstone?" Buffy prodded. "No way, Buffy," Timothy shook his head. "You are still one of those crazy bitches. Cáel hasn't told me the real deal, but when he looked me in the eye and said you ladies might kill me, I knew he wasn't playing around. He was afraid for my life." "Do you really think we would hurt you?" Buffy persisted. "You put an arrow in my boy; and he's got the magic dick. Since I'm not likely to put out for you ladies, I pretty much believe you'll put one through my heart without batting an eye," Timothy countered. "What would you do if he simply stopped showing up one day?" Buffy mused. "Not ask," Timothy snapped off his reply. "I trust Cáel enough to heed his warning and get on with my life." "Cáel has a big heart," Buffy regarded me warmly. "It is one of the many things that makes him a great prize." "Salmon; Angel Falls," Timothy taunted me. Before I even started at Havenstone, he had warned me that I had no chance of making it in that women-dominated Hell. He was right and he loved rubbing it in; the Bastard. To clarify: a salmon is a stupid fish who follows his penis to his death and Angel Falls in Venezuela is the Earth's longest, continuous waterfall; that's 807 meters for those who don't want to use Wikipedia. "Timothy, if there was any doubt, there will be no mention of Tuesday night and what came afterwards," I urged my guy. "Way ahead of you," Timothy chuckled. That was Rhada we were talking about. "If you are going to hang around Cáel, you will have to get used to all the other ladies," Odette sighed comfortably up at Buffy. "I know," Buffy stroked Odette's ear. "Also, if you see me outside of Cáel's home, be afraid of me because if you aren't, bad things might happen to you. Do we understand each other?" "No," Odette hesitated to respond. "Don't worry about it; just do it," Buffy warned her; affectionately. I was going mad. For the rest of the movie, everyone behaved. We emptied the ice cream container. Timothy went for beers. He bought back three. "Where is mine?" Odette inquired. "I don't think you are old enough to drink," Timothy told her. "Odette, if you give Buffy a kiss steamy enough to curl her toes, I'll give you mine," I offered. Odette weighed the offer, rolled over and crawled into Buffy's lap. The kiss was classic me; teasing contact; light tongue; full kiss; re-arrangement of tonsils. I was so proud of my girl. "That was exceedingly pleasant, Odette," Buffy grinned once the French kiss eventually ended. I handed Odette my beer. She remained straddling Buffy's lap, perfectly at ease. "Dude, do you have any guy friends you can bring over and make gay?" Timothy pleaded with me. We knew that didn't happen. "Fine, bi will do," he grinned. "I'm not a lesbian," Odette wiggled in Buffy's lap. "I just like Buffy." "Buffy likes you," Buffy placed a light kiss on Odette's lips. "Let's go to the bedroom." Acid test time. "Sure," Odette hopped up. She took Buffy's hand and pulled her up. Hand in hand they went to my room. I rose to follow. "We'll call you when we are ready," Buffy teased me. They went into my boudoir and shut the door. "Now you know how I feel," Timothy sighed. "Not really," I patted his shoulder. "In thirty, or forty minutes, I'm going to go in there and do some serious boning. Personally, I don't know how you take sleeping alone so often." Timothy and I sat down on the sofa. "You are an asshole," he grumbled. "Considering what you do to assholes, I don't know how to take that," I joked. He hit me. "Being gay would be the only thing that would make you more fun," Timothy laughed. I wondered how Katrina would take my sexual conversion. I deciding telling her would be unwise. I had another rescue flare about how out of control my life had become; Odette had seen my latest series of bandaged wounds and hadn't forced me to create some lie to explain them away. Damn. To be continued in Part 11 By FinalStand for Literotica.
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Cáel gets an offer that is too good to be true.In 25 parts, edited from the works of FinalStand.Listen and subscribe to the ► Podcast at Connected..“People who forget their past are doomed to be blind-sided by it.”MondayI couldn't help but notice the similarity between myself and the other four new hires. We were all clean cut men, fresh out of college, fit and masculine. The 'men' part of the equation made sense. Havenstone Commercial Investments had come out of a long legal proceeding over their accused discriminatory policies.An undisclosed settlement had been reached plus they agreed to implement this new program to hire more men. For me that meant an employment opportunity with a Fortune 500 company despite my rather underwhelming collegiate career. Don't get me wrong; I had good grades. I also went to a college virtually no one had ever heard of, Bolingbrook College in New Hampshire.With me was Chinese-American Brian Fung from Harvard, blue blood Trent Grant from Carnegie-Melon, African-American Khalid Adzharia from MIT and Salvadoran-American Felix Melena from the University of Michigan, Ann Arbor. For starters, they all had far better academic pedigrees them me, nicer toys, and better looking suits.The second they found out where I was from, I was dropped out of their conversation. They were bragging about their awards and accomplishments, their families and where they vacationed, professors who knew them on a first name basis and when they planned to get their master's degrees. Given time to take in our circumstances without the distraction of being part of their little club, something occurred to me.We were all freaking gorgeous. I don't mean cultured, handsome, or attractive to the opposite sex. I meant every one of us would be hit on in a nightclub in under five minutes unless we had a significant other hanging all over us. I was getting a sinking suspicion about what Havenstone considered 'crucial' for job performance and it didn't have anything to do with what alumni we were now part of.Here I was with my Father's dark good looks, my genetics an ancient blend of Bulgarian and Turkish with a recent addition of Irish Gaelic. My eyes, the legacy of my Mom, were a deep emerald green. The broad shoulders, narrow waist and powerful arms and legs were part heritage with a serious application of physical activity. I exercised constantly, swam whenever I could and cycling was my religion; the tougher the terrain, the better.Better yet, the brainiacs around me hadn't seemed to figure that out yet. Maybe they thought I was a 'legacy' hire, I had a relative on the inside. Nope. Mom died when I was seven and my Dad worked for Illinois Power and Light as a line runner. His sister, Aunt Stella, was a crab fisherwoman in Maryland and unmarried.A series of off-handed comments in the interview process suddenly came back to haunt me. I'd been asked about who I was close to, both presently and back in college. They wanted to know about my 'moral character'. Fuck it all, I'd filled out a dating survey! I'd never used a matchmaking service, but I bet if I logged on to E-Harmony, I'd recognize the questions.The door to the conference room opened and seven women entered. Ms. Tessa Carmichael had handled the interview process. Umami Lhasa was her Hindi assistant and all-around encyclopedia of all things Havenstone. The other five were unknown to me and, I had a feeling, unknown to my fellow new hires. We all stood. The other four smiled. I smiled too, but felt cautious."Gentlemen, it is time to begin. Today we begin your internship process and I'd;” Tessa got out before Fung interrupted."I was given the impression we were guaranteed employment, Ms. Carmichael," he spoke in a commanding voice. How stupid was this guy?"Academia is a sheltered environment, Mr. Fung. Havenstone is very much part of the real, visceral world and you can hardly expect to gain a six-figure salary with all the benefits based on your ability to impress men who have never created an iota of wealth in their lives," Tessa smiled. I hoped she eventually give it back to the orca she'd swiped it from."I was entertaining offers from several other corporations as well," Trent added his voice. "We were guaranteed employment. Our contracts state so." He seemed proud of his ability to read. Trent should have boned up on reading between the lines."Well, if you two wish to sign 'Termination of Employment' papers," Tessa sounded disappointed, "we will conceded to your wishes."At this point, the guys with a promising futures should have bailed. I didn't have options unless you considered 'do you want fries with that' to be a back-up plan. I was amazed the other four didn't see it."What we really want is a clarification of what this internship process entails," Khalid intervened.Tessa's smile became all happy bunnies again."Very well," she appeared pleased, "let's start by introducing your mentors. Mr. Fung, Ms. Julian Jameson has chosen you. She is our Senior VP in charge of Acquisitions, something you excelled in, I recall." Fung looked pleased. Julian was a foxy red-head somewhere in her mid-thirties."Mr. Grant, you have been selected by Olympia Shore, head of our Financial Investigative unit." Greying hair yet she looked like she ran marathoners down on a regular basis; she was tall, fit and svelte. "I understand you showed a talent for forensic accounting," Tessa continued. "Mr. Adzharia, you have been chosen by Ms. Phalli Chandra VP of International Finance."Where Khalid was patently African-American, his mentor was African, most likely central African, like Congo, or Cameroon. She was in her early thirties and sculpted in a way that made me think I wouldn't mind wrestling her even though I wasn't sure who would win. "You have an excellent grasp of linguistics as I recall.""Mr. Melena, Ms. Tia Pharos VP of Business Management has chosen to take you on." My bet she was Lebanese, or Palestinian, more Sematic than Aramaic. Still, her hair was thick, wavy and long, all the women seemed to go for the 'long hair' look for that matter. She was also the shortest mentor, perhaps one meter; seventy."You have all around high marks in your education. We think you will be a perfect fit." He smiled as did Tia. I thought they were smiling for different reasons. Maybe that was paranoia. "Mr. Nyilas," that was me; Cáel Nyilas, "you have been selected by Ms. Katrina Love, VP of Executive Services."I could hear the 'huffs' of my compatriots. Executive Services were basically gophers for the top tier of the corporation. ES was not the fast track to success. They got the limos and laundry for those who were. On the plus side, Katrina was a voluptuous blonde perhaps forty years of age, hitting all my key sexual triggers; basically, a conscious, breathing female. I didn't have low standards, I was a sexual omnivore.Given the chance I'd seduce every woman I came across, though not here, not today.After a short series of introductions, we split up to go to our various offices. It turned out that the mentor/internship relationship meant I would be working at her side, literally. I'd have a spot in her personal office for my work station, I would follow her to meetings and be on call 24/7 to assist her in all departmental duties."Thank you for the opportunity," I said when she finally gave me the impression I could speak."Aren't you disappointed you didn't get one of the plumb assignments; banking, or asset management?" she inquired while studying me. The gentle hum of the elevator was the only other sound."Hell, no," I blurted out then blushed. Katrina arched an eyebrow. "I mean, I think this is a great way to know the company. We get to go everywhere.""I like your enthusiasm," she commented. I couldn't tell if it was a positive thing. Beyond that, she remained non-communicative until we made it to her ornate, spacious personal office.Six young ladies followed us into the room, with the last one shutting the door."Ladies, this is our latest hire; Cáel Nyilas," Katrina began. "He's from some college in New Hampshire and, like the rest of you new hires, will be expected be working closely with me and each other."Did I mention they were all hot? I was familiar with some of the looks I was getting, too. Once, in high school, I had asked out the Class president who happened to be rich, pretty and smart. Her boyfriend had cheated on her so I thought I had a chance. I was a working class nobody and the look she gave me hurt as much as her words."Never in a million years," she mocked loudly. I was an insect, a bug and way beneath her notice. That was the look I was getting from these girls. Four years later, my acne was gone, I'd filled out nicely and physically I had gone from caterpillar to butterfly. That led to the other half of the vibes aimed my way. It was 'he's delicious' as one of my girlfriends put it."Daphne Pile, Dora Cartagena, Fabiola Dobrani, Paula Wadena, Violet Maza, and Theresa 'Tigger' Castro," Katrina made rapid-fire introductions. "Now that we all know each other, time to start filling all the orders in our cue. Until Cáel figures out what is where, who wants to ride herd on him?" I had mistakenly believed I would be working with Katrina.No one leapt at the opportunity."I'll do it," Fabiola Dobrani spoke up. She tried to sound upbeat for Katrina. They filed out of the office, each woman heading off in different directions, while I went to my tiny desk."What are you doing?" Fabiola sounded annoyed."I need something from my desk and to go to the bathroom," I informed her. She sighed in exasperation. I quickly retrieved a handful of rubber bands then raced to Fabiola. She pointed me at the closest bathroom; which was Katrina's personal one. In I went then I locked the door. My pants and underwear came off. I expediently made a rubber band chain then looped it around my hips and pinned my hard-on pointed up.That had become a serious problem when dealing with all these attractive women and I didn't need the distraction. Once dressed, I quick-stepped it to Fabiola who was tapping her foot."Let's go," she snapped. "We are working with Buffy today. We go with her and do what she tells us to do. Got it?""Buffy is in charge, I have a basic command of the English language," I replied. Fabiola shot me an evil look. "What? Do I look like a five year old, or are you normally this rude?""I'm not being rude to you," the women with a Mediterranean cast to her features reposed. "You've put us behind the other ladies. In case you haven't figured it out, that's a bad thing on our first day.""Am I to believe this is your first day?" I smirked. We stopped by another woman's desk. Did I mention that this corporation must raid beauty pageants for their staff? Buffy was a medium height brunette with long hair and a perfectly shaped oval face. Her eyes were the lightest shade of brown I'd ever seen, almost golden."I'm Buffy Dubois," she stood and extended her hand. I had a neural misfire. I took her offered hand, leaned down and kissed it. Whoops."Cáel Nyilas, Ms. Dubois," I gulped. Buffy weighed my gesture."Nice name," she grinned. "Call me Buffy. We go on a first name basis here.""Our first assignment for the day is to go to 1802 Exeter Tower and prepare the suite for the CFO at our San Francisco office coming in for one week," she informed us. I had no idea where Exeter Tower was and what any of this had to do with my Business degree. I accepted that a fat paycheck was a fat paycheck, so I put my confusion on the back burner.There was an amusing bit of posturing about who got to drive the company car down to the Exeter. Fabiola made a production of taking the keys and making me sit in the back, Buffy didn't want to drive."You aren't much of a man's man, are you?" Fabiola mocked me.I waited a second for Buffy to say something, considering that bordered on harassment. Fabiola snickered at me while Buffy looked out the window, bored."Was that supposed to mean something to me?" I replied smoothly. "I don't know you, you obviously don't know me, and your assessment of my gender potential is ridiculous.""Come on, 'New Hire', you didn't even go to a real school," Fabiola spat back."That's enough," Buffy coughed. Fabiola shot me a dirty look. I elected to not be childish, looking out the window instead. Driving the car turned out to be more of a disadvantage than the gem Fab thought it would be. Fabiola had to park the car while Buffy and I went up.The Exeter suite turned out to be a fully furnished apartment. The trick was turning the normal accoutrements into the specifics the client demanded. I didn't have experience with interior design. I couldn't say I was demeaned, being reduced to a glorified furniture mover. If Buffy was impressed by my ability to move chairs about, she hid it well.She even left me to my own devices while she went to the bedroom. I double checked the image she'd downloaded to the cellphone to make sure everything was where they wanted."Cáel, I need you back here," Buffy called out. Back I went, it wasn't like I had a choice. "We need to make sure the Feng Shui of the room is impeccable," she ordered."Yes, Ma'am; Buffy," I nodded. "Now let's assume for a second I don't have the faintest idea what you are talking about and go from there.""For now," she chuckled, "it means moving the bed where I tell you to." As I moved to the far side of the king-sized bed, contemplating the crushing weight of my student loans, I noticed Buffy had made a wardrobe adjustment.That was a kind way to say she had unbuttoned her blouse to her naval and her pale pink, lacy half-bra was clearly visible. I also saw the incisor of some predator hung from a silver chain around her neck. As she leaned forward, it swayed, playing ping pong between her boobs. I was carefully attentive to her instructions and even managed to ask a few questions like 'what is Feng Shui?'"It is the art of focusing energy upon positive and negative lines so that you promote, or disrupt, the harmony of an area and its occupants," she informed me. She back-flopped down on the bed in one of the least obfuscated suggestions of 'come get me' I'd ever seen. I stayed well away, sensing a trap."It's jaguar," Buffy tilted her head back and leered at me. Her shirt was wide open, her bountiful mounds jiggling slightly and her eyes were inviting. She was referring to the tooth pendant that was nestled between her breasts. I backed up toward the window."I'm sure there is a story behind that," I tried to wiggle some more breathing room from my collar."There is," she rolled over, her goodies still on display. "I shot it with my bow, skinned it and pulled the tooth from its skull." How sweet and informative."I'm glad I'm across the room then," I grinned back. "I'd hate for there to be a misunderstanding between you and I." Now she placed herself on all fours and stalked across the bed toward me."I don't think you are very interested in me," she pouted. Now I was mentally mapping out the time and distance involved in me getting past her and exiting this career-killer."You are my boss," I exclaimed as I started edging around the room. "I imagine you are very interesting, but I'm not the kind of guy who makes advances on every beautiful woman he meets." That was a total lie. I had the bad habit of making advances on ABSOLUTELY every beautiful woman I met."Where is everybody?" Fabiola announced after she waltzed into the room. Forget an Oscar, she wouldn't even get a Razzie from me for that patently false performance. Buffy huffed, rolled her eyes and shifted to the edge of the bed. She fixed her blouse properly then shot a witherin
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Monday At 5:30 PM Riding the Frequency with Liane Curtis! Her energy and charisma is outstanding. Let's take a journey with her throughout her life come with us as we explore her fascinating history! Liane Alexandra Curtis was born in New York City. She attended the Rudolf Steiner School in New York City. Curtis' parents, Jack Curtis (1926-1970) and Paulette Rubinstein (maiden; born 1923) did many voices for the U.S. dubs of Japanese sci-fi films and TV series. Jack and Paulette married December 31, 1964. Jack was a voice actor for characters that included Pops Racer and Inspector Detector for the Japanese anime series Speed Racer in 1967 as well as a director and producer of The Flesh Eaters in 1964. Paulette was an actress as well as screenwriter and songwriter and has performed with Eddie Albert in The Seven Year Itch (early 1950s) and with Julie Andrews in The Boy Friend (1954). Paulette was also known as Paulette Girard. From about 1951 about 1956, she was married to jazz accordionist Mat Mathews (1924-2009). http://www.girubirecords.com http://www.lianecurtis.com https://open.spotify.com/artist/2FQR3L8CXucZOk7p9SwkqA?si=FqjQMbc9T7uAaCwyxPz0vQ https://soundcloud.com/vulcan-a-music https://soundcloud.com/vulcan-a-music/gimme-shelter-zinn-ft-jaq-mackenzie List of some Movies Liane was featured in: Baby It's You (1983) as Jody, High School Girl Sixteen Candles (1984) as Randy The Brother from Another Planet (1984) as Ace Hara Choices (1985) (uncredited) as Maureen The Best Times (1985) TV series as Annette Dimetriano The Equalizer as Elaine (1 episode, 1987) Married... with Children as Debbie (1 episode, 1987) 21 Jump Street as Lauren Carlson (1 episode, 1987) Knots Landing as Young Karen (1 episode, 1987) Kenny (1988) .... Sharon Kay The Bronx Zoo as Joanie Barris (1 episode, 1988) Critters 2: The Main Course (1988) as Megan Morgan Girlfriend from Hell (1989) as Maggie Kojak: None So Blind (1990) (TV) as Lorraine WIOU as Trudy (10 episodes, 1990-1991) Queens Logic (1991) as Cashier Reason for Living: The Jill Ireland Story (1991) (TV) as Lori Rock 'n' Roll High School Forever (1991) as Stella Wild Orchid Il: Two Shades of Blue (1991) as Mona Exclusive (1992) (TV) as Carol Benny & Joon (1993) as Claudia Erotique (1994) as Murohy (segment "Let's Talk About Love") Trial by Fire (1995) (TV) as Doreen Soundman (1998) as Kate ER as Mrs. Shayotovich, Fossen's Neighbor (2 episodes, 2001) The Failures (2003) as Samantha Kyle Threat Matrix as Counter Waitress (1 episode, 2003) Line of Fire as Hooker 2 (1 episode, 2003) Have Love, Will Travel (2007) as Beverly Sons of Anarchy as April (1 episode, 2008) Angel Falls in Love as Aunt CoCo (2011) Salt Liquor Lime as Marie (2014) Body High as Allison Osgood (2015) Selfie as Nancy Logan (2018) #frequency #love #movies #hollywood --- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/grizzly-onthehunt/support
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Monday At 5:30 PM Riding the Frequency with Liane Curtis! Her energy and charisma is outstanding. Let's take a journey with her throughout her life come with us as we explore her fascinating history! Liane Alexandra Curtis was born in New York City. She attended the Rudolf Steiner School in New York City. Curtis' parents, Jack Curtis (1926–1970) and Paulette Rubinstein (maiden; born 1923) did many voices for the U.S. dubs of Japanese sci-fi films and TV series. Jack and Paulette married December 31, 1964. Jack was a voice actor for characters that included Pops Racer and Inspector Detector for the Japanese anime series Speed Racer in 1967 as well as a director and producer of The Flesh Eaters in 1964. Paulette was an actress as well as screenwriter and songwriter and has performed with Eddie Albert in The Seven Year Itch (early 1950s) and with Julie Andrews in The Boy Friend (1954). Paulette was also known as Paulette Girard. From about 1951 about 1956, she was married to jazz accordionist Mat Mathews (1924–2009). http://www.girubirecords.com http://www.lianecurtis.com https://open.spotify.com/artist/2FQR3L8CXucZOk7p9SwkqA?si=FqjQMbc9T7uAaCwyxPz0vQ https://soundcloud.com/vulcan-a-music https://soundcloud.com/vulcan-a-music/gimme-shelter-zinn-ft-jaq-mackenzie List of some Movies Liane was featured in: Baby It's You (1983) as Jody, High School Girl Sixteen Candles (1984) as Randy The Brother from Another Planet (1984) as Ace Hard Choices (1985) (uncredited) as Maureen The Best Times (1985) TV series as Annette Dimetriano The Equalizer as Elaine (1 episode, 1987) Married... with Children as Debbie (1 episode, 1987) 21 Jump Street as Lauren Carlson (1 episode, 1987) Knots Landing as Young Karen (1 episode, 1987) Kenny (1988) .... Sharon Kay The Bronx Zoo as Joanie Barris (1 episode, 1988) Critters 2: The Main Course (1988) as Megan Morgan Girlfriend from Hell (1989) as Maggie Kojak: None So Blind (1990) (TV) as Lorraine WIOU as Trudy (10 episodes, 1990–1991) Queens Logic (1991) as Cashier Reason for Living: The Jill Ireland Story (1991) (TV) as Lori Rock 'n' Roll High School Forever (1991) as Stella Wild Orchid II: Two Shades of Blue (1991) as Mona Exclusive (1992) (TV) as Carol Benny & Joon (1993) as Claudia Erotique (1994) as Murohy (segment "Let's Talk About Love") Trial by Fire (1995) (TV) as Doreen Soundman (1998) as Kate ER as Mrs. Shayotovich, Fossen's Neighbor (2 episodes, 2001) The Failures (2003) as Samantha Kyle Threat Matrix as Counter Waitress (1 episode, 2003) Line of Fire as Hooker 2 (1 episode, 2003) Have Love, Will Travel (2007) as Beverly Sons of Anarchy as April (1 episode, 2008) Angel Falls in Love as Aunt CoCo (2011) Salt Liquor Lime as Marie (2014) Body High as Allison Osgood (2015) Selfie as Nancy Logan (2018) https://grizzlyllc.myshopify.com https://paranormalhub.com/grizzly-hunt Govshades.com has the largest selection an variety of brand name sunglasses at up to 50% off retail prices. https://shareasale.com/r.cfm?b=2577121&u=3878666&m=155985&urllink=&afftrack= Rocky Mountain Roastery Coffee! Get Your Coffee Today! https://shareasale.com/r.cfm?b=1943427&u=3878666&m=120637&urllink=&afftrack= Free Conceal Carry Laws of The USA From USCCA! Know The Laws Of Each State For Free! https://uscca.co/GRIZZLY-7015b000005mKPLAA2 For Trail Cams and More Click the Link Below! Blaze Video Inc. https://shareasale.com/r.cfm?b=1879540&u=3878666&m=117504&urllink=&afftrack= For Tac Lights and Camping and More, Click the Link Below. EcoGear FX, Inc. https://shareasale.com/u.cfm?d=481056&m=70349&u=3878666&afftrack= For Blinds, Waders, Outdoor Gear, Range Finders and More! Click Below! Tidewe https://shareasale.com/r.cfm?b=1447058&u=3878666&m=92895&urllink=&afftrack= For Survival Gear, Camping and More Click here click below! Survival Frog LLC... https://shareasale.com/r.cfm?b=564389&u=3878666&m=51591&urllink=&afftrack= --- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/grizzly-onthehunt/support
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Monday At 5:30 PM Riding the Frequency with Liane Curtis! Her energy and charisma is outstanding. Let's take a journey with her throughout her life come with us as we explore her fascinating history! Liane Alexandra Curtis was born in New York City. She attended the Rudolf Steiner School in New York City. Curtis' parents, Jack Curtis (1926–1970) and Paulette Rubinstein (maiden; born 1923) did many voices for the U.S. dubs of Japanese sci-fi films and TV series. Jack and Paulette married December 31, 1964. Jack was a voice actor for characters that included Pops Racer and Inspector Detector for the Japanese anime series Speed Racer in 1967 as well as a director and producer of The Flesh Eaters in 1964. Paulette was an actress as well as screenwriter and songwriter and has performed with Eddie Albert in The Seven Year Itch (early 1950s) and with Julie Andrews in The Boy Friend (1954). Paulette was also known as Paulette Girard. From about 1951 about 1956, she was married to jazz accordionist Mat Mathews (1924–2009). http://www.girubirecords.com http://www.lianecurtis.com https://open.spotify.com/artist/2FQR3L8CXucZOk7p9SwkqA?si=FqjQMbc9T7uAaCwyxPz0vQ https://soundcloud.com/vulcan-a-music https://soundcloud.com/vulcan-a-music/gimme-shelter-zinn-ft-jaq-mackenzie List of some Movies Liane was featured in: Baby It's You (1983) as Jody, High School Girl Sixteen Candles (1984) as Randy The Brother from Another Planet (1984) as Ace Hard Choices (1985) (uncredited) as Maureen The Best Times (1985) TV series as Annette Dimetriano The Equalizer as Elaine (1 episode, 1987) Married... with Children as Debbie (1 episode, 1987) 21 Jump Street as Lauren Carlson (1 episode, 1987) Knots Landing as Young Karen (1 episode, 1987) Kenny (1988) .... Sharon Kay The Bronx Zoo as Joanie Barris (1 episode, 1988) Critters 2: The Main Course (1988) as Megan Morgan Girlfriend from Hell (1989) as Maggie Kojak: None So Blind (1990) (TV) as Lorraine WIOU as Trudy (10 episodes, 1990–1991) Queens Logic (1991) as Cashier Reason for Living: The Jill Ireland Story (1991) (TV) as Lori Rock 'n' Roll High School Forever (1991) as Stella Wild Orchid II: Two Shades of Blue (1991) as Mona Exclusive (1992) (TV) as Carol Benny & Joon (1993) as Claudia Erotique (1994) as Murohy (segment "Let's Talk About Love") Trial by Fire (1995) (TV) as Doreen Soundman (1998) as Kate ER as Mrs. Shayotovich, Fossen's Neighbor (2 episodes, 2001) The Failures (2003) as Samantha Kyle Threat Matrix as Counter Waitress (1 episode, 2003) Line of Fire as Hooker 2 (1 episode, 2003) Have Love, Will Travel (2007) as Beverly Sons of Anarchy as April (1 episode, 2008) Angel Falls in Love as Aunt CoCo (2011) Salt Liquor Lime as Marie (2014) Body High as Allison Osgood (2015) Selfie as Nancy Logan (2018) https://grizzlyllc.myshopify.com https://paranormalhub.com/grizzly-hunt Govshades.com has the largest selection an variety of brand name sunglasses at up to 50% off retail prices. https://shareasale.com/r.cfm?b=2577121&u=3878666&m=155985&urllink=&afftrack= Rocky Mountain Roastery Coffee! Get Your Coffee Today! https://shareasale.com/r.cfm?b=1943427&u=3878666&m=120637&urllink=&afftrack= Free Conceal Carry Laws of The USA From USCCA! Know The Laws Of Each State For Free! https://uscca.co/GRIZZLY-7015b000005mKPLAA2 For Trail Cams and More Click the Link Below! Blaze Video Inc. https://shareasale.com/r.cfm?b=1879540&u=3878666&m=117504&urllink=&afftrack= For Tac Lights and Camping and More, Click the Link Below. EcoGear FX, Inc. https://shareasale.com/u.cfm?d=481056&m=70349&u=3878666&afftrack= For Blinds, Waders, Outdoor Gear, Range Finders and More! Click Below! Tidewe https://shareasale.com/r.cfm?b=1447058&u=3878666&m=92895&urllink=&afftrack= For Survival Gear, Camping and More Click here click below! Survival Frog LLC... https://shareasale.com/r.cfm?b=564389&u=3878666&m=51591&urllink=&afftrack= --- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/grizzly-onthehunt/support
The Cherry Tree Memorial - How A Group of Gun Dogs Taught Us About Loyalty, Loss and HopeWhy was I standing by a freshly dug hole in the park, surrounded by a small group of my friends and their dogs? The answer lay in the cherry sapling nearby, its thin bare twigs reaching towards the sky like fingers grasping for hope. The air in the park that morning was heavy with the smell of soil and sadness. If given time, nature could work her mysterious miracles. Season after season, year after year, the beauty of the pink blossom would come to the tree's barrenness. All it would take is time. But I had no time. ‘Go on Pete, say some words.'Words can feel futile when standing by a hole in the ground. But words often are all that's left to express how we feel. It's in moments like these, the sacred is close if we would stop and notice. These are the moments when the very essence of our limited time here on earth seems so precious. We can feel them heavy like velvet, but barbed with the pain of loss. I glanced at the surrounding faces, looking to me to speak words which might have seeds of hope within them. Words that, too, given time, might make some sense of the loss and confusion we all felt. For among us, our good friend, time had ended. For all of us, one day, time will end too.So I began. Shelagh would have loved this. All of us, and all our dogs together...A Pack of Friends: The Dog Walkers' Daily RitualTwenty years have passed since I was standing with a group of dog walkers around a hole in the park. The council that morning dug the hole to make room for the cherry tree that was about to be planted. The earth from the hole piled high next to us all. A pack of dogs laid down in twos and threes or sat next to their owners.For over three years, every day, same time, same paths of the park, we had walked together. I was the only man in the group. Gentle teasing and cheeky banter oiled smooth daily strolls with our dogs. The pack comprised only gun dogs - Labradors, Spaniels and Golden Retrievers, mine included. Not a pheasant in sight, to scurry or aim for. The odd squirrel would dare a run from cover now and then. The only thing we would shoot would be the breeze.Shelagh: The Heart of the GroupIn her early sixties, Shelagh's short grey hair was as spiky as her wit. Her curious, enthusiastic character overflowed like the Angel Falls, rushing over us with wonder at the ever-changing natural world, her black lab always at her heels. Sarah wouldn't leave her side, save for a swim in the brook, returning like a slick oiled otter.When Spring came to the park, the trails of pink and white blossoms would hang like leftover Christmas baubles. Our dogs would romp through the petal rain with unbridled abandonment, aware of only the present moment as dogs teach us that vital truth about living. What joy to live unconcerned with what anyone thinks, only to be lost in a moment's beauty. That was Shelagh. Shelagh was full of the joy of life and living, and forever making it overflow with laughter. The joker and storyteller of the dog walkers. Tales of her mishaps, the wry observation of one of us, her humour never with malice, just fun.Shelagh was forthright and direct, more like a Terrier than a gundog. It would cut through the small talk on our walks. She stood no nonsense, and we loved her all the more for it. As a self appointed organiser of our group, she brought coffee and cake for us and the dogs to celebrate the bandstand opening. She always included everyone in everything.When Laughter Fades: Shelagh's Battle with CancerShelagh's once spritely walks around the park slowed as her back ‘played her up.' As time marched on, Shelagh's effervescent vitality faded from spring to winter.They had found cancer in her spine. Shelagh was a fighter. She had guts. Shelagh bravely never hid the truth from anybody. Her determination to fight was as unrelenting as her sinister enemy within.One day, she didn't turn up. And, as the days passed on, Shelagh and Sarah the lab never walked with us and our dogs again. I wish I had known the day when it was the last time we would have walked together. I'd have taken more time to notice the moments, to listen with more attention, to see the eternal in the temporal. I suppose we should treat each moment as the last, as someday it will be. The last thank you, the last kiss, the last, ‘I love you.' But we don't. We imagine life will continue on. We missed Shelagh's vitality, vigour and vim for brightening even the darkest and dankest of dog walking days. The park was much the same. The cherry trees bloomed in spring. But something then on was always missing.I kept in touch with Shelagh and visited her. Taking my dog, we'd chat. She kept optimistic, and hopeful, waiting for the days when she could join us again. Wanting to know the latest news, and what the trees in the park looked like.The dogs would play, and we would chat. She was renowned for her love of conversation.We talked about eternity, and what it might be like. Shelagh bravely asked the questions about life you only ask when you're facing death. To sit with someone and ask those questions is to dwell in a sacred space. In such moments hangs eternity.A few times, I have had the honour of sharing the space between life and death with someone, knowing that I will stand next to a coffin and speak words of eulogy and legacy about them. It is a profoundly spiritual place. It's what Celtic Christians call a ‘Thin Place.' A physical space where the spiritual distance between heaven and earth feels is at its closest. You do not find these so often in a cathedral or temple, more on mountains or when you act like a dog dancing through cherry blossom rain with abandonment.Shelagh decided she wanted a ‘living funeral.' ‘I don't want people to say nice things about me when I am dead. I want to hear them!' I want laughter and love, music and dancing. ‘I don't know if I would have ever known how many people loved me, if it hadn't been for this,' was her brave expression of gratitude for life.Shelagh and her family chose a date. Her prognosis was six months at best. A favoured venue picked, caterers arranged, band booked, the date close to her wedding anniversary only a couple of weeks ahead.With her family and friends, including our group of dog walkers, however the dogs absent this time, we joined in the magnificence of that memorial I will never forget. The music played till the early hours, Shelagh dancing with her husband in a wheelchair all night.Shelagh died unexpectedly a few days later. As if completing her course, Shelagh no longer needed the body that had held her, so she let it set off, skipping through the cherry blossoms into eternity. I imagine and hope so.A Final Farewell: Planting Memories And A Dog's TributeThe park keeper lifted and planted the cherry tree into the hole. The dog walkers stood around. I said a few words.At the moment I finished, Shelagh's dog, Sarah, padded towards the mound of earth, stooped, and paid tribute to her owner in dog fashion. Then, as we all watched in amazement, one by one, all the other dogs lined up and forming a queue, each cocking a leg or stooping on the mound of earth waiting to cover the roots.The pile of earth next to us, it too, became a ‘Thin Place,' and at the same moment, eternity became temporal again.I forget the words I said. But I won't forget Shelagh. We'd paid for a memorial plaque placed under the cherry tree where the blossom rain falls on it every spring. Now, it's forever a memorial to Shelagh, and a ‘Thin Place' in the park. Twenty Years On: The Blossoming of RemembranceI pass ‘Shelagh's tree' every day. The tree's branches are thick and strong now, twenty seasons of rain and sun have seen to that. And every spring I stand underneath the raining blossoms, kicking the petals for Shelagh, and in that moment hangs eternity. I've never taken the blossom in the park for granted since. It is with grateful thanks to Shelagh's family and their permission to be able to share this story and photo of the memorial. Thank you. Sundial Wisdom - In This Moment Hangs EternityLife Story Writing Prompts* What's been a ‘thin place' in your life - a space where you feel closest to something greater than yourself? Do you return their often? * If you could leave behind a single piece of wisdom, like the sundial's ‘In this moment hangs eternity,' what would it be?* How has a loss in your life changed the way you appreciate everyday moments?* If you could choose a living memorial like the cherry tree, what would it be and why?* What's a story about you that you hope your friends will tell long after you're gone?The Sundial Series FREE Worksheets. Do you want to create a collection of your thoughts, memories and stories? Download a free worksheet to keep for this post - Paws and Petals: The Touching Story Behind a Dog's Walker's Memorial. This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit theartofmemorialising.substack.com
Send us a textHosted by: K.L. Brady klbradyauthor.com Music Producer and Editor: Will B on IG @ willdcard25Podcast: Apple, Spotify, Google, iHeartRadio, and more. https://www.buzzsprout.com/1174634/podcast/websiteFollow us on Twitter: @chixonXmasflix Follow us on IG: @chixonXmasflix Thank you for listening in to Chicks on Christmas Flicks podcast! Ho-Ho-Ho Holiday Movie Headlines Hallmark Family Plays the Christmas Classics Countdown to Christmas - Weekend 1 -- What We're Watching...Thursday October 17th – Miracles of Christmas on Hallmark Mystery 1. Christmas at Grand Valley – 8pm 2. The Christmas Promise 3. Blue Ridge Mountain Christmas 4. A Bramble House Christmas 5. A Joyous Christmas 8. To All a Good Night 9. Christmas in Angel Falls 12. Glenbrook Christmas 13. A Veterans Christmas 14. Small Town Christmas Friday 16. Twas the Night before Christmas 17. A Bride for Christmas 18. Love you like Christmas 21. A Godwink Christmas 22. My Christmas Guide 26. The Christmas SecretCountdown to Christmas October 18th at 6am 1. The Christmas Waltz 2. The Christmas Cottage 4. A Very Merry Mix Up 5. Christmas Next Door 6. Christmas Getaway 7. Crown for Christmas 8. Twas the Date Before Christmas 9. Three Wise Men and a Baby Saturday 11. Inventing the Christmas Prince 12. Christmas by Starlight 15. Next Stop, Christmas 17. My Norweigan Holiday 18. On the 12th Date of Christmas – Mallory Jansen19. Twas. The Date Before Christmas 20. Holiday Crashers – Lyndsy Fonseca, Chris McNally 21. Haul out the Holly If you enjoy the show, please don't forget to subscribe. Novels:FREE for Listeners: Sincerely, Santa The 12 Daves of ChristmasThe Nick Before ChristmasSeven Minutes of Christmas Magic THANKS FOR LISTENING ! https://chicksonchristmasflicks.buzzsprout.comFollow us on Twitter: @ChxChristmasFlixFollow us on IG: @ChxChristmasFlixSubscribe on Y...
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In dieser Folge nehmen wir dich mit auf eine spannende Reise zu den Angel Falls, dem höchsten Wasserfall der Welt, der sich majestätisch von einem Tafelberg namens Auyán-Tepui in die Tiefe stürzt.
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Send us a Text Message.Ever wondered what it feels like to stand at the base of the world's tallest waterfall or witness a natural light show that rivals the Northern Lights? Join us for an immersive adventure through Venezuela as we team up with Daymar, whose intimate knowledge of the country brings its stunning landscapes and vibrant culture to life. Our journey begins with the awe-inspiring Angel Falls and the mystical tepuis, including the iconic Mount Roraima. Daymar shares fascinating insights into the sustainable practices at these natural wonders, painting a vivid picture of an experience untouched by modern distractions.The marvels don't stop there. Prepare to be captivated by the Catatumbo lightning phenomenon over Lake Maracaibo, known as the most electric place on earth. We delve into the cultural significance of this natural spectacle and its potential to become a major tourist draw. Comparing it to the Northern Lights, we discuss why Catatumbo lightning should be on every traveler's bucket list. The conversation then shifts to Venezuela's pristine beaches, with practical tips for making the most of your visit to Los Roques archipelago and Morrocoy National Park.No exploration of Venezuela would be complete without indulging in its culinary delights. Get ready to savor the flavors of traditional dishes like arepas and pabellón as Daymar guides us through her favorite recipes and cooking tips. From the significance of Carnival to the melodies of popular music genres, we uncover the rich tapestry of Venezuelan culture. We also offer crucial travel advice, such as the best times to visit and practical tips on currency use. This episode is a treasure trove of stories and insights that will leave you eager to experience Venezuela's wonders for yourself.Map of VenezuelaSupport the Show.Please download, like, subscribe, share a review, and follow us on your favorite podcasts app and connect with us on Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/wherenextpodcast/View all listening options: https://wherenextpodcast.buzzsprout.com/HostsCarol: https://www.instagram.com/carol.work.lifeKristen: https://www.instagram.com/team_wake/ If you can, please support the show or you can buy us a coffee.
Follow me on Spotify: https://djphalanx.com/spotify All Tracklists: https://uts.djphalanx.com/ Good evening, dear friends and followers! Tonight, we gather in the realm of sound and emotion for Uplifting Trance Sessions EP. 683. I am DJ Phalanx, your navigator through this auditory voyage, and it is with immense pleasure that I introduce NickXTG as my special guest. As we traverse the landscapes of melody and rhythm, NickXTG's set in the latter half promises to be a banger. Our mission, as always, is to explore the depths of trance music, diving into fresh tracks that resonate with the soul and lift the spirit. This week, we're featuring an exceptional lineup including Darren Porter & Neev Kennedy, Aly & Fila, Alex M.O.R.P.H. & Woody van Eyden, Mario Moon & Dave AirmaX, Fredd Moz, Rene Ablaze, Th3 One, Aion Flow, and many others. These artists, each with their own unique contribution to the genre, come together to create a tapestry of sound that is both diverse and unified in its purpose: to uplift. We're kicking things off with "Distance" by Trance Wax, remixed by Coast 2 Coast—a track that embodies the essence of our journey tonight. It's a piece that combines nostalgic elements with forward-thinking production, setting the perfect tone for what's to come. This track, along with the entire lineup, is a reminder of the power of music to connect, to heal, and to inspire. As we delve into the playlist, from Ozo Effy's "Starline" to the world premiere of Mario Moon & Dave AirmaX's "I'm Free," each track is a chapter in our story. Rene Ablaze's "Here Forever" and Alternate High's "Diving" offer moments of introspection, while Fredd Moz's "Moments" and AION FLOW's "Serenity" provide a backdrop for reflection and peace. Aly & Fila x Lostly's collaboration on "The Unknown" and Darren Porter & Neev Kennedy's "Mine To Keep" showcase the incredible synergy that can occur when artists come together, creating something truly magical. Semper T.'s "Kudos" injects a dose of energy, leading us into Alex M.O.R.P.H. & Woody van Eyden & Marjan's "Moonlight," a track that shines bright in the night's sky of our session. As we navigate through TH3 ONE's "The Calm After The Storm" and Van Cosmic's "Awakening," we're reminded of the journey's purpose: to find calm in the chaos, light in the darkness. The session culminates with Scott Bond & Charlie Walker vs Trouser Enthusiasts' "Sweet Release" (Shugz Remix), a powerful reminder of the cathartic release that music, especially trance, can provide. NickXTG's set, which will close our evening, promises to be a highlight. Known for his dynamic selections and ability to read the room, even in a virtual sense, Nick is sure to take us on a ride through the unknown corners of trance music. His set, much like the entirety of EP. 683, is a testament to the endless possibilities within the genre, each track a thread in the larger tapestry of our shared experience. For those who wish to dive deeper into the tracks of tonight's session, I encourage you to visit djphalanx.com. Here, you'll find the full tracklist, along with additional information about me and my music. And now, as we let the music speak! [0:00] 1. Intro [0:56] 2. Trance Wax - Distance (Coast 2 Coast Remix) [Armada Music] [4:59] 3. Ozo Effy - Starline [2Rock B Side] [9:09] 4. Mario Moon & Dave AirmaX - I'm Free [State Control Records] *World Premiere* [14:37] 5. Rene Ablaze - Here Forever [Nocturnal Knights Fusion] [19:53] 6. Alternate High - Diving [Alternate High Music] [25:09] 7. Fredd Moz - Moments [Alter Ego Records] [29:02] 8. AION FLOW - Serenity [Nocturnal Knights] [33:03] 9. Aly & Fila x Lostly - The Unknown [FSOE] [38:10] 10. Darren Porter & Neev Kennedy - Mine To Keep [Amsterdam Trance] [42:30] 11. Semper T. - Kudos [Radiation Spectrum] [48:05] 12. Alex M.O.R.P.H. & Woody van Eyden & Marjan - Moonlight [Subculture] [53:39] 13. TH3 ONE - The Calm After The Storm [VANDIT Records] [59:30] 14. Van Cosmic - Awakening [Future Sequence] [1:04:49] 15. Scott Bond & Charlie Walker vs Trouser Enthusiasts - Sweet Release (Shugz Remix) [Who's Afraid Of 138?!] [1:08:36] NickXTG Guest Mix 16. Salience (Radio Edit) - Costa Pantazis [Metamorph Recordings] 17. A.D.D.A. (Extended Mix) - Artento Divini, Davey Asprey [Armind (Armada)] 18. Lift Off (Extended Mix) - Blue Serigala [Monster Neos] 19. Dimension (Extended Mix) - DJ Phalanx [State Control Records] 20. Control (Kenny Palmer Remix) - Chris Jennings [Trancessential Recordings] 21. Missing (Extended Mix) - Madwave, Marc Ward [Future Sequence] 22. Kalayaan (Original Mix) - NickXTG [One Forty Music] 23. Believe in You (Original Mix) - NickXTG [One Forty Music] 24. Revival (André Wildenhues Remix) - Grande Piano [Endlessky Audio] 25. Source Of Life (Extended Mix) - Terra V. [Abora Music Compilations] 26. Lush (Extended Mix) - Daffie, Friggs [Chasing Dreams Music] 27. Away From Home (Extended Mix) - Ade Dokq, Angel Falls, Kiyoi & Eky [Suanda Voice] 28. Hope (Extended Mix) - DJ Phalanx [State Control Records] 29. Karma (Exteded Mix) - NickXTG [Redux Recordings]
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Parallel universe! Town misfits! Killer on the loose! This week the boys visit Angel Falls ,where they witness a angel get it's KILL! IT'S A WONDERFUL KNIFE!! Horror Christmas is one of the longest running traditions for the Skeleton Boys. This year we are watching It's a Wonderful Knife that blends both comedy and horror. The movie is a spin on "It's a Wonderful Life". Many liberties were taken for this slasher movie. But does IT'S A WONDERFUL KNIFE set the yule log on fire or a Christmas mess? Plus, we go back to TV Corner and check out THE FALL OF THE HOUSE USHER season 1 episode 7! And so much more!! You can always email us: skeletonboyspod@gmail.com Instagram and Threads: https://www.instagram.com/skeletonboyspod/
Godzilla is stomping theaters across America...there's a killer on the loose in Angel Falls...and Mick Garris is pulling the plug on POST MORTEM! Is it the End of Days?! No, it's just the end of 2023! Discussion of IT'S A WONDERFUL KNIFE, CHRISTMAS EVIL and CHRISTMAS BLOODY CHRISTMAS. Perspectives on autograph collecting. Plus - a concert review of Zakk Wylde's Black Sabbath tribute, ZAKK SABBATH...a look at Christmas horror books...and killer last minute gift ideas for the people on your Chopping List! All this and more in episode #92 of My Haunted Head. Available to listen on Apple, Spotify or your favorite podcast app. JOIN US! Please rate, share and SUBSCRIBE.
In this follow up to Freaky, writer Michael White takes on the Christmas classic It's a Wonderful Life in this disappointing horror sendup. Synopsis In the sleepy town of Angel Falls, Winnie Caruthers kills a rampaging masked killer and saves the town from further massacre. After a year, she has never fully recovered from the trauma of the killer killing best friend, and everyone around her inexplicably is a huge dick to her about it. In a moment of despair she wishes that she never existed, and a magical aurora borealis grants her wish and she gets inserted into an alternate reality where she never killed the masked murderer, and he has continued his rampage. Review of It's a Wonderful Knife Coming off of the success of Freaky, a horror sendup of the Freaky Friday premise writer Michael White attempts for a repeat by creating this horror parody of It's a Wonderful Life. The problem is on the surface the premise doesn't make any sense. “Oh how I wish I'd never existed so I didn't have to kill that serial killer” just doesn't come off as a logical desire. However the most egregious sin of the movie is it's entirely inconsistent tone. Is this supposed to be an over the top satire? Is it supposed to be a heartwarming morality play with an edge? Is it supposed to be a visceral gory horror film with sardonic humor? It ends up being nothing other than a tonally confusing mess. It feels like the film went through 5 rewrites while shooting, one of which being done by an 8 year old. One example of this inconsistency is exemplified in the character of Winnie's father played by Joel McHale. I'm not sure if he's supposed to be a sympathetic character, an inconsiderate asshole, or a psychopath. Some of this is due to the plot taking place between two different realities, but the problem is really that they never truly establish his character in the first place. The film makes a lot of bizarre choices not only in the story, but in the production. The first couple of deaths used some of the least convincing digital blood that I have ever seen in a theatrical release. By the end of the movie it goes completely off the rails and adds inexplicable supernatural powers to one of the villains. Score 3/10
One year after saving the town of Angel Falls from a psychotic killer on Christmas Eve, Winnie Carruthers (Jane Widdop) can't let the fear and guilt of the event go. Struggling to make sense if her life, she wishes she'd never been born – only to find herself in a nightmare parallel universe. The film is a mash up of the Christmas classic It's a Wonderful Life and Scream. On this episode, I speak to screenwriter/producer Michael Kennedy about using a classic Christmas movie as inspiration for a slasher horror/comedy film. We also talk about the importance of queer representation in the horror genre. “I wanted to give this a cornucopia of vastly different types of representation in the movie, but I also didn't want for that to be what the movie is about. I wanted it to be just matter of fact. For me, if I can make a movie where seven of the characters are gay, then I should do that!” says Kennedy. He went on to say that the quest for queer representation in Hollywood has been slow, but those who want to see it need to speak up. “It is satisfying as a producer to see that a lot of the change and stuff in this industry can happen if you just ask for it. Sometimes, you won't be in the position to be able to do that and I really bided my time with that, so I'm really fortunate. It was great to not only ask for what I wanted but also get it,” he says. For a deeper dive into the screenplay, take a listen to the podcast.
If you're a fan of Hallmark movies, then you won't want to miss Girls Gone Hallmark, the podcast where Megan and Wendy share their reviews of the latest Hallmark films. In today's episode, they review "Flipping For Christmas." This movie features all the Hallmark cliches you can imagine, and unfortunately, left Megan feeling so frustrated she wanted to throw things at her TV! Tune in to find out what they had to say about this film and whether or not it's worth your time. Apple Podcast listeners: Use your phone's podcast app -> find the Girls Gone Hallmark show -> scroll all the way down to the review section -> tap 5 stars and tell listeners why Girls Gone Hallmark is your favorite Hallmark podcast. About "Flipping For Christmas" Ashley Newbrough plays Abigail. She has 28 acting credits including this year's "Love in Glacier National: A National Park Romance." She will also star in the new installment of "The Love Club" which will debut next year on Hallmark Channel. Marcus Rosner plays Bo. Marcus has 58 acting credits, including the Hallmark series "Ride" and is tapped to return to "The Love Club" series with Ashley Newbrough. Rosner can also be seen this holiday season in "Coupled Up for Christmas" which premieres on the movie streaming app Plex. Natalie Lisinka plays sister Claire. She has 66 acting credits including a role in Prime TV series called "The Lake." She's previously appeared in Hallmark movies like "Christmas in Angel Falls" and "Under the Autumn Moon." Related Podcast Review: Love in Glacier National Eman Ayaz plays assistant Jessica. She has just 8 acting credits including a Christmas thriller called "The Christmas Spirit." Ray Galletti is bad guy Antonio. He has 64 acting credits including "Workin' Moms" and last appeared on Hallmark in "Season for Love." Peter MacNeill plays Edwards. He has a staggering 206 acting credits including 47 episodes of "The Good Witch" for Hallmark. This movie was written by Brett Heard. This is Heard's first movie for Hallmark but has directed a series of short films as well as episodes from two series called "Originals" and "Life Unjarred." Kathering Barrell directed "Flipping For Christmas" and this is her first full-length movie directing credit. She's also an actor who has appeared in "The Good Witch," "Wynona Earp" and "Workin' Moms." This movie was filmed in Ontario, Canada during March and April, 2023. What Christmas Movies Will Girls Gone Hallmark Review this Year?
In this episode, dubbed "the most important architect of the Electoral College objections." FBI jettisoning Biden and the drip campaign looks like Angel Falls.
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In this episode Julia, David, and I talk about the importance of place and rurality to our lived experiences, to reading, and to writing. We also get to do something that few authors and readers get to do – talk to one another about the conversation we had across the page. This is one ofContinue reading "Angel Falls by Julia Rust & David Surface | Author Talk"
On Thursday's show: Every year, the Episcopal Health Foundation surveys Texans to gauge where different communities throughout the state stand regarding health care. The latest report shows an alarming rise in Texans choosing to skip or delay medical care because they simply can't afford it. Also this hour: In our latest candidate interview, we welcome your questions for attorney Lee Kaplan, who's running for Houston mayor. And Houston writer Kathryn Casey tells us about largely forgotten explorer Ruth Robertson, who in 1949 mounted an expedition into the Venezuelan jungle to measure one of the world's tallest waterfalls. Later in life, Robertson settled in Brazoria County. She's the subject of Casey's new historical fiction novel, Angel Falls.
Time to get our spooky on! In honor of Spooky Season, in this episode, I do a little reading, give a summary, and use some place-conscious analysis to talk about Whippoorwill Award winning Angel Falls. I also outline some teaching ideas for using the book in a rural (or non rural) ELA classroom. Angel FallsContinue reading "Angel Falls by Julia Rust & David Surface | Book Talk"
We speak with author Kathryn Casey about her true crime books, in particular, "Deliver Us" about the Texas Killing Fields, which brought about the Netflix documentary "Crime Scene: The Texas Killing Fields" in which she appears. We also talk about her new historical fiction book Angel Falls out soon. Get Deliver Us or Angel Falls wherever you get your books. --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/thesirenspodcast/message Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/thesirenspodcast/support
In 1975, “Pampered Menial” was released to 5-star critical ratings. It was not a commercial success. However, in the years since, it has become a gem, possibly one of the greatest albums of the 70's! David Surkamp's surreal 4-octave voice has been compared to Robert Plant. Matched with Siegfried Carver's violin and Steve Scorfina's guitar, it creates a stunning work of art – intricate and majestic with guts and delicacy in equal measure. With this episode, we want to open more ears to an amazing piece of symphonic rock/metal. Our “Album you must hear before you Die” is 1974's “Crime of the Century” by Supertramp. Produced by Ken Scott of Bowie fame, this album is where their sound came together as a kind of Pink Floyd-lite. Mick and Jeff saw them live around this time where their light show was similar in many ways to the light/movie show Floyd toured in the mid-late ‘80's. Mick's comments on this album are quite contentious. Jeff wants to awaken listeners to the sport of extreme kayaking, with a proposal for a 970m drop over Angel Falls in Venezuela. Mick is not convinced. While they're about it, Mick and Jeff pay tribute to their teen broadcast heroes - Roy & HG who still address callers to their program “Bludging on the Blindside” with “Happy Rugby League” Enjoy! ____________________________________________________________ References: Roy & HG, Bludging on the Blindside, tandem kayaking, 1001 Albums You Must Hear before You Die, Robert Dimery, Crime of the Century, Supertramp, Bloody Well Right, Crime of the Century, Rick Davies, Roger Hogson, Dreamer, Pavlov's Dog, David Surkamp, Richard Nadler, Siegfried Carver, Steve Scorfina, Song Dance, Julia, Late November, Once and Future King, At The Sound of the Bell, She Came Shining, Yes, Bill Bruford, Roxy Music, Andy Mackay Pampered MenialEpisode PlaylistSkyaking
We return for Season 30 of Mysterious Universe with a blast, traveling to the remote Venezuelan wilderness in search of hidden cities and dinosaurs. Could reports of sightings of a strange, dinosaur-like creature living on an isolated jungle plateau be real? We follow the adventures of a researcher who was determined to find out by embarking on a quest to uncover the story of living dinosaurs: the "little Nessie" of Angel Falls. Then, for our Plus+ members, we explore anomalous zones, hear encounters with time-shifting hotel rooms, and consider the strange images from the "retro camera" of the geomagnetic oddity that is the Khoper fault. Links The Last Dinosaur of the Lost World: My Search for 'Little Nessie' Anomaly Hunter DOKU Terra X - 33 - Inseln über dem Regenwald Teil 2 Jimmy Angel's Search For His River Of Gold Between Ape and Human: An Anthropologist on the Trail of a Hidden Hominoid Father Ernetti's Chronovisor : The Creation and Disappearance of the World's First Time Machine Plus+ Extension The extension of the show is EXCLUSIVE to Plus+ Members. To join, click HERE. The Khoper Fault and Retro Cam The world's first retro camera by G.M. Silanov The Photographs of an Invisible Reality of Genrikh Silanov Harry Ross Time Image Jung: Synchronicity, Coincidences and the Paranormal Alaska's Deadly Triangle More people disappear in the Alaska Triangle than anywhere else Ghost Train Of Zanetti Company: Train Disappeared With 104 Passengers Markawasi: Dimensions Beyond Our Own Voronezh UFO Incident in 1989 Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices
Welcome to this episode of the Skalable Growth podcast, where we dive into the topic of using content to create pipeline with Linkedin Top Voice Morgan Inrgam.Morgan shares his story as an SDR who used content to to fill his pipeline to now helping companies build their content strategy to drive greater awareness. Morgan emphasizes the importance of authenticity, personal connection, and useful insights when trying to engage with your audience. Morgan shares the Angel Falls method of repurposing content to keep it flowing and how quality is about being thoughtful, not necessarily high production value. 4 Biggest Takeaways:1. Authenticity and personal connection are highly valued by audiences on LinkedIn. Personal stories and experiences can perform better than more traditional tactical content.2. Repurposing content is an effective way to keep content flowing and generate new ideas. It also doesn't require high production value.3. The speaker recommends identifying what you want to be known for and creating five pillars of content to support that overall theme. Documenting process and sharing that content can also be an effective approach to content creation.4. Generating leads can involve methods such as referrals, hosting a podcast, video, and cold calling. Groundswell prospecting and connecting with sales reps on LinkedIn can also be beneficial when approaching selling into a big company.This episode is brought to you by Growth ForumGrowth Forum is a place to Connect, Learn and Grow. Join now to access the Skalable Growth Prospecting Program.Join NowThe program is usually valued at $2500 but if you sign up to Growth Forum now you will receive access to this program for free! https://www.growthforum.io/
I nuovi Ranger non sono ancora un gruppo affiatato, ma dovranno darsi una svegliata se vogliono battere Jormun, il Serpente Bianco, e il suo Zord Gandr, prima che radano al suolo Angel Falls!Questo show fa parte del network Spreaker Prime. Se sei interessato a fare pubblicità in questo podcast, contattaci su https://www.spreaker.com/show/1693919/advertisement
Heximas si è trasformato in un mostro gigantesco che minaccia di distruggere Angel Falls, ma i Ranger hanno chiamato a sè i propri Zord. Peccato che il Red Ranger si trovi ora sotto l'influenza di Heximas!Questo show fa parte del network Spreaker Prime. Se sei interessato a fare pubblicità in questo podcast, contattaci su https://www.spreaker.com/show/1693919/advertisement
With all the fighting & sex, my work reviews should suck.By FinalStand. Listen and subscribe to the podcast at Steamy Stories.-Saving a life isn’t about worthiness. It is about instinct and guts.-(Friday)Since I liked to think that life encouraging me with bruises, punctures, cuts and concussions made me smarter, I had scheduled some eleven o'clock gym time most of the week so to avoid the whole lunch and after-work crowds. Aya and I went to the ‘Others’ gym, which was nice, but wasn’t as complete as the Full/Pure-blood one. Most notable was the lack of weapons.Aya’s and my trip to the 'Other’ gym on Friday hit a snag. Aya clued in on the fact that I was avoiding the Pure-blood facility. We talked about it. I explained I wasn’t a Pure-blood. Her counter-argument was she was and I should confront my fears. Yes, I lost an argument with a nine year old.I have talked a nineteen year old, promise ring virgin into nameless sex in an airport stall. Aya was an unassailable wall of resolve that dashed all of my ploys into so many useless words. I found myself entering the real 'No Man’s Land’ twice in less than a week. Not only was I hard-headed, I was also obviously soft-hearted.At the last moment, I imagined I had a reprieve. I didn’t have to tell Aya how I got in the first time - grabbing an open door. I could swipe my card, have it rejected and move on to safer pursuits. Sure enough, my card failed. Aya’s didn’t - mother-puss-bucket! Upon entering, the twenty, or so women in the place looked at me…and Aya.I recognized somebody. It was Constanza, Elsa’s chief evil henchwoman. Our eyes met. She smiled in a way that assured me she vividly recalled our last encounter. It should be of no surprise that I insulted her somewhere in the process. It’s how I roll. I smiled back at Constanza and gave her a nod before setting up Aya and me for our workout routine.Constanza was not mollified in the slightest. She was patiently waiting - for something. I decided that Aya would be my sole focus and banished the other women from my mind. The munchkin could tell the difference and relayed that to me with her happiness. After twenty minutes, she decided her time with the machines was done and her minutes were better spent resting against, or sitting on, me.My cock was reminding me that it was approaching 36 torturous hours without sex. It was also pointing out that there were thirty available, sexually inquisitive women achingly close. I reminded my penis that being relocated was probably as fun-less as it sounded. That bought me some time. We finished up our sojourn by walking the wall, going over the weapon racks.Mainly we went over the ones various members of her family were proficient with. Aya still had problems with even the most basic ones. The words 'let me help you’ spilled out of my mouth. There were two problems; Aya’s tiny size and the fact that all the weapons were very dangerous. Even the leaf-shaped short blade was too heavy for her so we ended up screwing around instead.I picked up two Iron Age style axes. The blades were more of a thick wedge than the broad axe heads of medieval fame. They were less effective in delivering damage, compensating somewhat in their reduced weight. I’ve convinced a Jewish girl to have sex in a synagogue despite me not being Jewish yet this child was twirling me around her pinkie finger.I was entertaining her with some exotic, flamboyant moves wielding two axes while Aya clapped her hands and giggled when I felt a stranger approach me on the sparring mat. I had been hopping around keeping all my weight on my right leg until that moment. I turned to face the woman, putting my left behind me yet while keeping it firmly on the ground.I also drew my axes up, crossing them over my chest, blades pointing past my shoulders.“I have never seen that technique before,” she addressed me. That and what followed was all in the Amazon tongue.“It is more of a fantasy creation. I had a love affair with pseudo-archaic movies that always do the crazy, two-weapon stuff so my mentor helped me create this method,” I explained.“Has it ever been tested?” she continued.“I am Cáel Nyilas,” I answered, “and yes, my mentor preferred using a poleaxe, or a mace/shield combo against me.”“Oneida,” she seemed amused. “We will see how well you have been tested.”“May I request a favor?” I tried to keep my cool. She pulled out one of those damn spears.“Yes,” she seemed intrigued.“Can you call someone over to sit with Aya? I don’t want her to accidently set foot on the mat,” I beseeched.“Drusilla, please aid me,” Oneida summoned an observer. The woman had heard my appeal and settled beside the nervous, kneeling Aya.“Cáel, please be careful,” Aya pleaded.“Who me?” I chuckled. “I’m impervious to all man-made contrivances.”“Every weapon in this room was crafted by women,” Oneida snorted.“That would certainly explain my full-body bruising and the hole in my leg,” I grinned back. I caught Oneida trying to sneak closer to me. My axes came to a ready position and I charged. I was sure some sort of medic would punish me for this later.She got off two jabs then I was all over her. I knew how to fight a two and a half meter spear. She had no clue how to plot out two incoming weapons with an extra meter of reach. The first time I drove her off the mat. The second time, I got inside her guard and clocked her in the temple with the back end of an axe head. I quickly hopped back three paces, knelt and put my axes on the mat.The rush to get me was stillborn. A few did come to stand over me while two others checked on Oneida who quickly came around.“What happened?” were Oneida’s first, shaky words.“He hit you,” one of her companions answered.“With what - the Moon?” Oneida mumbled as they helped her up. “My ears are still ringing.”“My turn,” Constanza announced. She went for a spear, blade, and round leather-covered, wicker shield.“Give Cáel a moment to rest,” Aya appealed. “He has been fighting longer.”No such luck. I was halfway to exhausted as well. Fighting with two weapons pretty much means just that - twice the fight. Kinetically speaking, I was burning around 80% more calories than my one weapon opponents. I was wielding axes, not fighting sticks after all. In my favor was a deep wellspring of stamina and my Will reinforced by my desire to not upset Aya.What little time I was given wasn’t out of charity. A second Amazon was joining the struggle. I could back off, but I felt Constanza would enforce an intense level of groveling solely to grind up Aya emotionally. She didn’t hate Aya. Aya was an avenue to really hurt me and we both knew it. For a second, when I hobbled off the mat, there were chuckles. I had fled.That ended as I began retrieving some select weapons from the wall racks. Sword harnesses came in two varieties; belted and shoulder slings. I took two shoulder slings and two more axes. I affixed my two 'spare’ axes with leather straps. As I turned to the mat, Constanza had decided to be clever. She and her buddy had closed to within three meters of the edge.They would box me in as soon as my second foot touched down on the mat.“Please back up,” I requested. Constanza smiled with supreme confidence. I smiled back. This was going to be dangerous, agonizing and unorthodox - totally me. I began backing up.“Cáel,” Aya murmured. “Don’t let them hurt you.”“Running away?” Constanza sneered.“Aya, wickedness is the expedience of the weak,” I nodded her way. “Do you think I can win?”“Of course,” Aya sighed happily. “I am by your side.” I laughed. I charged. The Amazons did the precisely wrong thing - the stepped up to meet me.You keep thrusting weapons, like spears, aimed at the central part of the body. This allows you to deviate your projection anywhere from the thighs to the face. This does imply you know where the central part of the enemy will be. This was not playschool. Real weapons - real damage - real death. They didn’t have to kill me. It didn’t mean they wouldn’t.I leapt. I didn’t leap at them, I leapt over them. Let’s not forget I’m pretty freaking strong. My left leg shot-gunned pain straight to the brain but held it together. I sailed over their thrusting spear points, flipped my axes down so that they would impact the mats first. The flat tops of the axe heads impacted the mat and my body rose up and then flipped over them.This gave me an extra meter and a half on my back flip. I turned that maneuver into summersault, giving three more meters of space. I rolled over to my side and rode the momentum to my feet, facing my adversaries. Now they were the ones in the corner of the mat with their enemy pinning them in and I wasn’t done yet.With all my might, I hurled my right-handed axe at Constanza’s companion. She did exactly what I thought she’d do. She saw the throw halfway in motion and raised her shield up - right where I wanted it. Amazon shields aren’t what most people think shields are today. They think medieval knights, or more appropriately, the shields of the Greek hoplites.The Amazons date back 700 years before those Greeks and they weren’t heavy infantry anyway. Amazons moved light and fast. Consequently, their shields were light - wicker constructs with layers of leather stretched over the frame. Great for deflecting light weapons; not so great for what I was about to do.The steel axe head shattered the top half of the wicker frame. It saved her life, but now she had this useless object strapped to her arm. It also had the added bonus of knocking her back while Constanza engaged me alone. Her first jab forced me to jump back, but I still was able to draw my first spare axe.My luck with women held up a little longer. The other Amazon hesitated just long enough to remove her shattered shield. Alone with Constanza, I attacked. She thrust, I captured her spear head between my axe handles and yanked her forward. We kicked out simultaneously. Her off-balanced strike brushed past my abused left leg. My right kick hit her shield and knocked her down.Her grip on the spear slipped and I propelled it somewhere behind me. Constanza pulled off a reverse summersaulted while drawing her short blade. A really nice move. Unfortunately, it moved her away from the chick with the spear, who hesitated again. This time she took the thrown axe straight to the head - back end impacting. I didn’t want to kill her.Constanza anticipated my next action. It came down to position, distance, and stride length and they all favored me. We raced to the downed companion. My left-handed axes flat side slammed into her forehead, rendering her unconscious, and I kicked her spear off the mat - out of bounds. I slowly backed away from Constanza and readied my second spare axe.“Retire from the field,” I panted. I was physically failing fast.“Why should I?” Constanza glared. “You are about to fall over.”“Aya won’t let me fall,” I stared her down. “You couldn’t beat me with a companion and a spear, Constanza. Do you really think a shield and sword will work any better.”“Let’s find out,” she charged. I really needed the short breather to recover somewhat.The short Amazon blade was an excellent close-in weapon. I never let her get close enough to use it. Tandem axes allowed me to shred her shield while keeping her at arm’s length. My axe bit into her upper left arm right above the elbow. Constanza hissed instead of screaming. She did stagger back. I hopped back three steps, knelt and placed my axes on the mat at my side.“No!” Constanza howled. She came at me while I remained still. Her hand drew back for a killing thrust. I waited. Sparing my life didn’t stop her. The looks of her fellow Amazons held back her wrath. They wouldn’t stop her from slaughtering me, but that was exactly what it was - a butchery.Two things occurred to me: Aya was showing remarkably better control today than on Saturday, and I figured out a way to sleep with Buffy tonight. Being killed? Nah, worry about the things you have control over.“Constanza, he was instructing me,” Oneida stood up.She took up Constanza’s discarded spear and stepped toward us. What disturbed the gathering was how Oneida held it - sidewise, not ready for combat.“You do not intimidate me, Oneida,” Constanza growled.“You misunderstand,” Oneida intoned. “I would do this out of shame and despair.”“I will shear my hair, burn it and take myself to the cliffs to die childless,” she continued. “I leave whatever contempt you might possess for me to be conveyed to my House when they learn your actions have killed one of their last breeding females. The death of some male will not concern them. My death will. The shame I bear for killing a teacher will certainly interest many of our people.”“You wouldn’t dare,” Constanza scoffed. The spear dropped. Fuck that noise. I snatched the last quarter of the shaft before it hit the ground. No one seemed to understand what to do about that. Apparently my reaction was unique.“Yay!” Aya cheered. “He’s the best Daddy ever,” she loudly announced to the crowd.“Oneida, my apology, but Katrina has put her faith in me and the New Directive,” I adlibbed. “I am here to aid the recovery of your people, not diminish them. For the sake of Katrina’s honor, please reconsider.”“Cáel Nyilas,” Oneida smiled sadly, “this is not a pledge that can be retracted.”“Ah…doesn’t it only take effect when the weapon hits the ground?” I struggled. “I mean, otherwise dropping the weapon would be pointless - right?” I repeat, apparently this had never come up before. “This is kind of awkward. Can someone take this?” I meant the spear. I was worn to the bone and holding a long spear from one end, with one hand.Quickly calls went out to Hayden as well as a few department heads.“Constanza,” one of the Amazons spoke up, “if you attack the male, you will be actively sealing Oneida’s Death Pledge. Far fewer of us will understand that.”“How is it that you are so damn lucky?” Constanza growled at me.“You are asking this of a man, on his knees before you with your sword at his throat?” I countered. “Lucky isn’t you sparing my life. Lucky is me never having heard of this place - Except for Aya. She makes the rest of this hellish experience worthwhile.”“Best Daddy ever,” Aya chirped.“Hayden is on her way,” a different Amazon called out. Already a passel of newcomers were swarming the scene. Truly curious was the group looking mournfully at Oneida. One stepped forward.“Male, do you need something? Water?” she asked. I gave it some thought.“Could you sing?” I requested. “A nice soothing song of hope would be nice.” Blink. Like all panicked moments, nothing came to mind for several seconds. Oneida’s people rapidly bantered about some names then the questioner began singing. By the third song I was crying and shaking like a leaf. Constanza had fallen back enough to get her arm tended to.Twice Aya had tried to get me, lending me the tiniest bit more strength. Wisely, her minder kept her away from the possible conflict. There was a whole different level of commotion when Hayden arrived this time.“To bear a weapon in my presence is Death, Cáel,” Hayden stated.“I apologize for being a disappointing Male,” I grunted. “Pass on my regrets to Katrina.”“Drop the weapon and you will be spared. You will only be beaten,” Hayden gave a hint of a smile.“If I drop it, she dies,” I hissed. The ache in my right arm was exceeding that in my left leg.“I’m afraid I will have to decline,” I concluded.“If I kill you, the spear will drop and she’ll die anyway,” Hayden pointed out.“Sucks to be both of us, I guess,” I gasped.“Oneida, step on the spear. Push it down,” Hayden ordered. Hush. Oneida raised her foot.“You are stepping in the wrong place,” I huffed. She looked at me. My eyes flashed to the short side between my grip and my side.“Do you really think you can hold it up?” she questioned.“I know I’ll fail if you step anywhere else,” I tried to grin.“No matter what happens, you will die,” she murmured.“Not my chief concern right now,” I grunted. “Hurry.” Oneida put her foot on the short end.“It will help your balance if you place a hand on his shoulder,” Hayden noted. We both flashed Hayden a shocked look.Oneida stepped on the spear. It trembled and sunk down, barely millimeters off the mat. Her hand came to rest on the crux of my neck and shoulder. I felt my body about to tip over. I was at my limit. I almost missed the gasps whispering around the assembly. Oneida had her body off the ground. Hayden lowered herself so that she could witness there was a distance between the spear and the earth.“The spirits have not heard your pledge, Oneida,” Hayden declared as she regained her regal posture. “I suggest you weigh your words with greater care in the future. Retrieve your spear.” She turned and started to leave the gym. Oneida dismounted and snatched up her spear.“What of the male?” one of the spectators inquired. I didn’t care. I had fallen on my back.“At a moment of such great spiritual significance - the ancestral rejection of a Death Pledge, the action of any one male does not concern me,” Hayden remarked coldly. It wasn’t praise. It was a 'don’t fuck with him’. Around me a cultural conundrum was taking place. Not only could Oneida’s house not thank me because I was a male, they couldn’t thank me because, by Hayden’s decree, there was no life to be saved.Oneida bent over me on one knee.“You really shouldn’t be so eager to toss your life away, Cáel,” she smiled warmly. I was essentially immobile.“You have the most gorgeous blue-grey eyes,” I moaned.“You are thinking about that at a time like this?” she snorted. Her relatives were shockingly amused as well.“No time like the present. Besides, in 75 days you can all go out to some nature preserve and hunt me down with non-lethal weapons. Great way to spend a weekend.”I heard an authoritative cough. I looked up from my still prone position to see Katrina.“Cancel that Oneida. I’m about to get relocated to Antarctica where I’ll be tasked with teaching penguins how to arm wrestle,” I sighed.“Cáel, why do you think I’d be so nice to you after all the hell you cause me on a daily basis?” Katrina looked all menacing.“You recall how much I like winter sports?” I pleaded. “Hey - wait. I was good on Friday. Wasn’t I good on Friday?”“I don’t recall you having a good day yet, but I may double check. Can you stand?” Katrina asked.“Is that a question, or veiled order?” I muttered. “If the former - no. If that latter, I’ll die trying.” Using a combination of my right leg and left arm, I managed to struggle my way upright. By that time, Aya had circled the practice mat and was at Katrina’s side.“He was very brave,” Aya insisted. One of Oneida’s senior women coughed.“Nothing happened so nothing has changed,” Katrina stated. It was a lie and both sides knew it. It was the whole loyalty/martial valor thing. Inside their closed little minds a balancing act had taken place - my worthlessness as a male against Oneida’s value to her people. Aya was easy to discount as she was of Katrina’s house.I had no clue who Oneida was yet still rallied to her when she desperately needed help - Hayden’s obfuscation be damned. Yeah, Oneida had been young and foolish. Her challenge had been given to make Constanza back off. When Constanza called her bluff, pride took over. Oneida had been foolhardy and overly status conscious. Constanza had played Russian roulette with their House’s future and almost 'won’.She’d be wise to avoid darkened corridors for the next few weeks too. There was not only Oneida’s house but the houses allied to it to worry about despite Hayden’s expunging of the official record. For me, it was time to be dragged over to my cute doctor friend. I had been slashed twice by the spears during my jump and not noticed it - adrenaline no doubt.“Congratulations, you and Aya are forbidden to work. I thought keeping you in the building would be safer. I’m mature enough to admit I was wrong,” Katrina conceded. “No place is safe for you, or from you. I’m sending you home, under guard.”“Can I choose Buffy?” I perked up. Katrina arched an eyebrow.“I also need something,” I kept slaloming down toward Hell. “I need a six hour dispensation from you on the whole sex thing with employees.”“Oh Goddess,” Katrina laughed. “What part of me wanting you to stay alive have you missed?”“Are you going to sleep with my Mommy now?” Aya grinned.“No,” Katrina answered for me, “he’s going to play with Buffy.” Right on the money. One scary-smart woman without a doubt. “Best of all, I’ll let you assign Buffy to be your security for the night and you can tell her the good news when you get home. Aya, that means Cáel does, not you.”“Yes Aunt Katrina,” Aya moaped.She wanted me to be banging Caitlyn; her Momma. We would make love, Caitlyn would take me as her mate and I’d be Aya’s Daddy for real. She’d kill me a month later for my twelfth indiscretion. I’m not a fortuneteller. I’m a bookie and I knew the odds of me staying faithful were a sucker’s bet.The only questions were how many and with which one Caitlyn would kill me with. I wasn’t sure how to break that reality to Aya. After getting bandaged/tortured my doctor, cleaned up and redressed, I managed to survive the rest of the day without catastrophe.(Later)“Cáel, do you realize that you’ve been wounded more than most Security Detail recruits do during their basic training?” Violet teased me.Buffy was too furious for coherent speech.“It isn’t his fault, Buffy,” Aya pleaded. “He wasn’t seducing a woman, or anything like that. Oneida tried to sex him up all on her own.” Huh? “Constanza’s nipples were very aroused and we all know what she wanted.”I really was worrying about the twisted sexual education Aya was getting. She knew the terms, but was missing out on the complete meaning of what she was saying.“Oneida? Who the hell is Oneida?” Buffy growled.“She’s one of the new hires with Acquisitions,” Violet answered. Brian Fung’s group.“What were you making eyes at her for?” Buffy snarled possessively.“He didn’t,” Katrina swept into the office. “She made a Death Pledge and Cáel, acting as a vessel for our Ancestors, refused it - so the youngest breeding female in House Arinniti gets to keep living.” I grunted because I knew who Arinniti was, or had been.“Vessels for the Ancestors?” Violet gasped.“Arinniti - that name rings a bell,” Buffy mumbled.“She’s one of the twenty founding bloodlines,” Aya gladly provided. Katrina took her seat behind her desk and regarded me with something between amusement, annoyance, and pride. Oh, and sex.“Violet, Cáel held a weapon in the presence of Hayden - the spear that Oneida had dropped to seal her pledge. If he was a male acting alone, he would have to be killed. Is that the course of action you wish to recommend to the High Priestess?” Katrina suggested.“Ancestors work for me,” Violet gulped.“You can’t take back a Death Pledge,” Buffy turned to Katrina. “It is a Death Pledge.”“It appears you can if Cáel is in the room,” Katrina smirked.“Best Daddy ever!” Aya yipped. “He caught the spear before it hit the ground and held it until Hayden came by and read the signs from the Ancestors that Cáel was supposed to retract Oneida’s words. Hayden even had Oneida stand on the spear, but Da - Cáel didn’t let it fall.”“Maybe the Ancestors think Cáel is sexy too,” Aya added. Groan.“They had better not,” Buffy spun back to me threateningly. Fine, if some undead man-haters thought I was hot…sigh…that might entail there would be no rest for me even in the afterlife.“Buffy, do you have plans for this weekend?” I glared.“Why?” she snapped.“Great. Katrina, I want Buffy to be my bodyguard for this weekend,” I looked to my boss. Aya almost slipped up, but bit her lip to hold herself back.“Fine,” Katrina grumbled. “I promised you that you could choose your guardian. I was truly hoping you would pick among the candidates from SD I suggested, but so be it.”“I have to be around him all weekend?” Buffy howled.“Yeah,” I exhaled happily, “and I plan to have sex all weekend long.” From the look on Buffy’s face, she knew she was going to die. She was going to see me having sex with someone else, snap, kill me then kill herself out of shame and grief. Yep, she was going to die.It turned out Aya was off to Amazon Summer Camp for Squirts. We quickly arranged a series of smoke signals she could use to send for me if she was in danger. Desiree rolled her eyes, hefted Aya’s luggage and left with my tiny boon companion. I sobbed.“Katrina, can I go see her when she’s at camp?” I turned to my boss.“Cáel Nyilas, this is a place where we send our greatest treasure - our children,” Katrina smirked. “We will not discuss the abuse of power it would be for me to reveal the location to you.”“Cool…Daphne, where is it?” I turned to my closest female new hire.“I won’t tell you and it changes every year,” Daphne smiled.“But you know where it is this year,” I persisted.“I didn’t say I didn’t,” Daphne beamed.“Fine. Come home with me. While my ogress henchwoman holds you down, I’ll tickle the truth out of you,” I menaced.“Buffy don’t!” Tigger shouted. Buffy was about to brain me with my reading lamp. I was fearless.“Okay, Bubbles,” I beamed vindictively. “Go get us a car and make it snappy.” There was a hush. “What? Did I use any words that were too big for you to understand?”Buffy’s screamed caused people to reach for their sidearm three floors away. She stormed out, thankfully not running over anyone.“Do you want to die?” Violet tugged my sleeve.“Let the 'Lost Blood’ (Old Kingdom Hittite) deal with him,” Fabiola sneered. “They are both annoyances.”I took a deep breath.“Fabiola, your laws regulate what I can and can’t say to you,” I stared at her. “Instead, I beseech you to never insult a 'Runner’ (Old Kingdom Hittite) in my presence again.”“Buffy is a 'Lost Blood’ (Old Kingdom Hittite),” Fabiola defied me. I took another deep breath then hobbled over to Katrina’s desk, retrieved a pen, piece of paper and a nice, soapstone-encased lighter.By the time I got back to my desk, I certainly had the new hires’ attention. Since Fabiola was a Latin name, I had to guess at what it would look like in the Amazon alphabet.“Daphne, is this right?” I asked. She shook her head. She wouldn’t give me the answer. I got it on the third try. I showed Fabiola her name on the paper then burned it. I rubbed the ashes between my palms then showed Fabiola my blackened palms.“What does that mean?” Paula inquired. She was worried. I was both flamboyant and hardcore at the same time.“Who cares?” Fabiola mocked me.“'Ghost’” I said in Old Kingdom Hittite. It took them a few seconds to realize it had a second definition - invisible.I had no doubt Katrina fully understood the implications of my actions.“Cáel, I will have to consult with Hayden over this,” Katrina mused. I gave a nod, collected my stuff and headed for the elevator.“Katrina, what did he do?” Dora chimed in.“He murdered Fabiola,” Katrina enlightened them. “In his mind, she no longer exists.”“Can he do that?” Violet wondered. Fabiola took after me.“Cáel,” she called out. I ignored her. She caught up. “Cael.” Ignored. Then she shoved me from behind in the shoulder. I kept walking.“Don’t you ignore me!” she seethed. Daphne was coming up fast.“Leave him alone,” Daphne insisted. Fabiola shoved me again. I was almost at the elevator.“Don’t,” Helena came up. She was aiming for Daphne because Daphne was about to kick Fabiola.“She’s insulting you!” Daphne reacted to Helena while pointing at Fabiola.“He is a man,” Helena explained. “We don’t fight over men.” Meaning that couldn’t be the primary excuse, not that it never happened.“Katrina, make me Cáel’s boss,” Fabiola shouted.Well, I would never dare shout at Katrina unless her life was on the line. Also, technically Fabiola couldn’t be my boss, being a 'new hire’ and all.“Cáel Nyilas, Fabiola is your boss for the next five minutes,” Katrina intoned. Oh fuck.“Cáel, to my side,” Fabiola gloated. I looked past her to Katrina, sighed and punched the elevator button.“Don’t turn your back on me,” Fabiola snarled. A tug of war developed. She kept trying to turn me away from the elevator doors and I refused to be budged. Fabiola drew her blade. Shit.“You cannot run far enough away that I will let you get away with that,” Daphne seethed in Old Kingdom Hittite. Fabiola was about to meet that challenge.“What are you doing?” Katrina had been coming out of her office when she caught the exchange.“I…” Daphne stammered. She’d screwed up.“Apologize,” Katrina commanded. Daphne apologized grudgingly. The doors opened. “Cáel, hold the door.” I did.“Cáel, to my side,” Fabiola repeated. She thought she was about to win. I stayed where I was.“Fabiola, he can’t hear you,” Katrina pointed out.“Of course he can hear me,” Fabiola rebutted.“No - no he can’t,” Katrina remained calm. “You have rendered yourself dead to him. Since he is not a priestess, or augur, he cannot hear the voices of the dead.”“He cannot willfully decide he can’t hear me,” Fabiola demanded.“Oh, I agree. That would be wrong for him to willfully ignore any Havenstone female. Conversely, he can’t allow any of our women to be harmed either,” Katrina explained patiently. “So, when he witnessed an assault on the spirit of our women, he attempted to address it.”“He approached the perpetrator and politely asked them to refrain from that activity. He was rebuffed. It wasn’t like he could physically resolve the issue. To resolve that internal conflict - to defend his sisters but not attack a sister, he symbolically killed the problem. This allowed him to constantly and continuously forget the cause of this disruption.”“He can’t do that,” Fabiola persisted.“Actually, it is pure Cáel,” Katrina smirked. “I personally unaware of any scripture, bylaw, or statute that forbids him from doing this. I have given you a reasonable argument that explains his actions. He is essentially working through two conflicting orders.”“Now Fabiola, as a perspective leader, what do you suggest he do? Let you force him to be relocated when he breaks your jaw? Let you insult half of Havenstone’s staff until one day, one of them snaps and you end up in a Newark landfill? That would be wrong of him to do as he is supposed to lay his life down for us,” Katrina kept at it. “What do you suggest?”“How do you resolve the crisis? Before you answer that, consider the fate of Leona,” Katrina gave a predatory twist of the lips that would make a Momma T-Rex proud.“This male is making us fight amongst ourselves,” Fabiola complained.“I’m not fighting just for the male,” Daphne growled. “I’m fighting to have offspring that are strong in both body and mind.”“Hey,” Helena snorted, “can you imagine how much tougher the women in Acquisitions and Business Management have it? We get to talk about the New Directive without fear of weirding Cáel out.”“Please believe me,” I chuckled. “I’m still weirded out. There is simply nothing I can do about it so I get on with my day.”“I don’t understand any of you,” Fabiola protested.“Fabiola, will Aya die?” Katrina asked.“Yes.”“Why?” Katrina continued.“She is small, weak and hyperactive,” Fabiola explained.“Cáel, will Aya die?”“No.”“Why?” Katrina gazed at me. “Isn’t she small, weak and hyperactive?”“Sure, she’s small now, but she’s only nine. Look at the size of all the other women in her house. None of them are super-tall either,” I answered. “She’s not hyperactive. She is very bright with a very active imagination. Once she finds her 'stillness’ - her center - she’ll do fine. If anything, she’s too smart. She figures out that her guardians are worried, why they are worried and has to fight against their disappointment every time she does anything.”Fabiola snorted, proving yet again she was clueless to her surroundings.“After all, Katrina, she’s related to you and you are one of the scariest-smart people I’ve ever had the pleasure to know,” I smiled. I could reply to Fabiola while not replying.“Cáel, go. You are unlikely to survive Buffy as it is,” Katrina directed.Buffy was indeed apoplectic. She did manage to let me retrieve my bike before driving me home. Since I was dragging both all my business clothes, toiletries and my bike upstairs with crutches, it was painfully comical. A furious Buffy relented and took a few of my things. We had barely made it in the door when my phone rang.Buffy dumped my belongings in the center of the living room.“Hey,” I answered the phone.“Hey, it’s Odette,” she greeted me happily. “Are you still in the HQ?”“Nope Odette,” I grinned at Buffy. “I’m home. Do you want to come over?”“Sure…it’s not going to be a problem, is it?” she asked.“I have a good friend over, but if you can stand my illicit behavior, you are more than welcome,” I informed her.“Cool,” she chirped. “I’ll be over in about an hour.”“See you soon. Until then Odette,” I said.“Now I have to watch you fuck a whore?” Buffy stared at the ground. I wasn’t going to go after for the 'whore’ thing. She was at the end of her endurance. I knew that. I limped in front of her and pulled out her phone. She was too angry to look up at me so I knelt down.“Buffy,” I showed her the text from Katrina about my six hour sexual exemption. She looked up and read it.“So? What does this mean?” Buffy looked ready to explode in tears and fists.“It means that when Constanza had her sword aimed at my throat I figured out a way to ease some of your fears,” I stated. She blinked.“You worried that I’d be dead by the end of the month, and I did promise to try and make you the first Havenstone woman I made love to,” I explained.“Constanza was about to kill you and you were thinking of me?” is what Buffy got out of all that.“Yeah. I also realized that Aya was far calmer than she was last Saturday, but the major thing was how to ask Katrina for the exemption and lure you here for the weekend,” I told her.“Weekend?” Buffy studied me intently.“Yeah,” I grinned seductively.“See, I figure we time everything. When we start something naughty, we cut on the timer and the moment we are done, we cut it off,” I met her gaze. “That way me squeeze as much out of the six hours as possible - if that’s what you want to do?” Buffy hugged me suddenly.“You were about to die and I was the one you were thinking about,” Buffy wept.By that, I meant she fell apart emotionally. I had always seen Buffy so fierce that I was caught off-guard by this open vulnerability. I hugged her back and snuggled her close. She sniffled for several seconds.“This doesn’t count, does it?” she hiccupped.“This is purely platonic. I’m bonding with my supervisor - team-building,” I stated firmly.“Oh Goddess, you are crazy, you are crazy, you are crazy,” she murmured into my shoulder.“Okay, I’m crazy. I also really want to have sex with you,” I pushed her back so we could look eye to eye. “Or, are you going to make me beg like a big baby?”“I really want to have sex with you too,” Buffy smiled…romantically. The fiery freakiness was gone to be replaced by a deeply sensual, gentle spirit. What the hell?“Let’s go to the bedroom,” I suggested. “We can try out the sofa later.”“Is your leg going to be okay?” she suddenly worried.“Which one? Two of the three are working fine,” I teased. No anger.“I love your sense of humor,” Buffy snickered. I repeat - Huh? We stripped down then crawled under the sheets. Buffy was demure, calm and at peace.“Buffy, I don’t want to ruin the mood,” I said as I pulled her close.“But you are not acting normal and I don’t know what to make of it,” I completed.“I won,” Buffy stroked my cheek lovingly. “I beat out everyone else for you. I gave it everything I had, you recognized that and came to me. This is me being happy, Cáel. Would you prefer me to be combative?”“I prefer you,” I teased. The 'thank you’ hovered right on the other side of unspoken. It wasn’t in her. She was starting to get amorous. I pulled away to Buffy’s momentary confusion then the condom came out, I ripped open the packet, slipped on the prophylactic and returned to my lover. I was about to slip into Buffy, missionary style.“Wait!” she stopped me. She hit two buttons on her wrist watch. “Timer,” she explained. In I went. Buffy gasped slightly then began moving her legs up along my thighs. Years of experience made this a slow, gentle screw. This wasn’t me wasting time; Buffy wanted savagery later. For her triumphal moment, she wanted to savor every second of this first time with her prize - me.Tender kissing and nuzzling were the signs of our affection. She ran her hands over my shoulders, back and buttock. I would balance on my right arm while I coaxed delightful hums from Buffy. This was not Buffy’s first time. By the level of stimulation she was giving me, this was unlikely to even be her 100th time. She knew her stuff.She had mentioned me physically and cerebrally engaging her being a reason she was so desperate to 'have’ me. I had misinterpreted that. Buffy wanted a sex partner that could keep up in a way that went far beyond stamina - she hungered for matching skill and maturity. She could give me subtle clues with her body and I’d pick up on them, folding them back into my own actions and signals.There aren’t too many that can meet me orgasm for orgasm. Buffy did. She crested to her climax first, but I was only seconds behind her. Before my final ejaculations, I rolled us over so that she was on top. I tried wiggle my cock out of her vagina. Buffy resisted.“Don’t pull out yet,” Buffy requested.“If I pull out, we can stop the clock,” I insisted.“Oh,” she giggled, “me lying naked on top of you in your bed isn’t 'inappropriate behavior’?”“I won’t tell if you won’t,” I snickered. Buffy cut of the timer on her wristwatch. Buffy was bringing her breathing under control and getting comfortable with our sweatiness.“If you hadn’t been as good as your hype,” Buffy whispered after a minute, “I think I would have fallen apart…and killed you…then probably myself.”“Whoa,” I reacted. “Explain that. Girls wanting to kill me is fine. Girls killing themselves for anything remotely involving me isn’t.” She mulled that over. She wasn’t going to apologize yet felt a need to share something. I had to be patient.I’ve been with a lot of girls and a few guys who didn’t take rejection well. That rarely had anything to do with the actual rejection. It was some festering wound much deeper and older than their encounter with me.“In high school I discovered the wonders of sex. I loved it. Not the lover, but the carnal act. I’d screw anyone, as long as it was something new and different,” Buffy confided.“After a few bad incidents, my parents - my stepfather and my mother - threw me out because they thought I was a bad influence for my two younger sisters. I went to a city and did the only thing I was good at. I met this guy - you know the story. He would protect me, love me, blah, blah, blah,” Buffy recalled painfully.“Slowly the sex stopped being fun. It was money and not my money at that. One night I got sick of it. 'He’ wanted me to perform, I told him I was leaving so he and two buddies raped me. They raped me a lot over the next two days while they smoked meth and drank,” she continued. “Finally, when they all passed out, I went to the place where he had his gun.”“That wasn’t going to be good enough for me,” she tilted her head up to study my eyes. “I got his baseball bat instead and knocked them all out real good. I found a few garbage bag twist ties, tied their hands behind their backs and went at all three with a knife. I gutted them a bit so they were awake and in a shitload of pain…then I hacked their cocks and balls off.”I was less revolted than I thought I’d be. I still felt my dick shrivel and my balls trying to retract into my bodies. I certainly wasn’t going to joke about it; this was a serious sensitive moment for her. I stroked her hair. I could live with this revelation. I wasn’t sure why I could, but my heart and mind weren’t freaking out, so I went with my instincts.“I had barely finished up when the cops came bursting in. I had taken far longer torturing them than I imagined and their screams had been heard all over the housing complex. They Tasered me, I went to jail and finally to trial. My defense attorney argued an 'Insanity’ Plea and I ended up in a mental facility,” she was clearly relieved that I wasn’t terrified.“A few months later, Katrina showed up,” Buffy continued. “She wasn’t where she is today. We talked a great deal, but there were only two crucial questions for her. 'Do you regret killing those men?’ and 'Can you have sex again?’ I answered 'no’ and 'yes’ after some thought. Two weeks later, I was transferred to a Havenstone facility, they cleaned me up, trained me, and I was stationed here.”“What is with you and Elsa?” I prodded a handful of minutes later.“Don’t go there, Cáel,” Buffy muttered.“Do you seriously want me to confront her not knowing the whole score?” I countered.“She is a complete and total racist Bitch,” she grumbled.“Please don’t tell me it was a sex contest,” I groaned. “If she is better than you, I’m going to die.” Her grumbling lack of an explanation allowed me to crack a joke. Buffy 'punished’ me by kissing my chin.“No, it wasn’t a pussy-thing. If she can fuck you better than me, you have my permission to die,” she smiled playfully.Scary. I was so used to her being scary, Buffy not being scary was scaring me. Push?“Well, the only thing I can do then is a Buffy-Elsa-Cáel three-way,” I sighed.“Okay,” Buffy murmured.“Stop it!” I shouted. “You are freaking me out.”Buffy giggled. I was howling off into madness on the inside.“I think you have company coming soon. We should get clean and put some clothes on,” she exhaled joyously. By dressed, Buffy meant putting on my dress shirt - unbuttoned. She was like that, cross-legged on the sofa, eating Cheese Puffs and watching 'Real Housewives of Mumbai’ when Odette arrived.It took Odette a second to realize this Buffy was the same firecracker from the last time they met.“Hi - um,” Odette started.“We are fine. He fucked me. I’m in a state of grace,” Buffy explained pleasantly…without a hint of menace, or fury.“Buffy - Odette Sievert,” I made introductions. “Odette - Buffy Dubois.” Odette strode right over to the sofa and plopped down beside Buffy. I had to struggle to not flinch.“He gives an incredible dicking, doesn’t he?” Odette bubbled.“Yes,” Buffy purred, “Yes, he does that and more. You are new to this whole 'love-making thing, aren’t you?”“Pretty much,” Odette openly admitted. “He gave me my first orgasm. I didn’t realize how good sex was until I met Cáel.”“I didn’t realize how good sex was until I met me either,” I joked.“Trust me,” Buffy patted Odette’s thigh, “I know a great deal about sex and I can assure you he’s really, really good.”“You are not wearing underwear,” Odette noted. Life only got more bizarre.“Why don’t you go into the bedroom, get one of his used dress shirts and put it on - and nothing else,” Buffy advised. “It is a wonderful experience.”“Oh God, don’t I know it,” Odette exulted. She jumped up and skipped into my bedroom.“Don’t play with her,” I cautioned Buffy. Buffy studied me then gave me a glowing look.“I’m trying to be a better companion Cáel,” she told me. “I know I’ve put you through hell. I’m not going to apologize. I like the look of fear in your eyes. It is only matched by that look that says 'I’ll get you for this’,” she chuckled.“Just for that, its reverse cowgirl for you the next time we make love,” I threatened.“How is that a threat?” Buffy teased. “I am absolutely positive you like my butt.”“I bet he likes all of you,” Odette sang out as she came out twirling in another one of my dressed shirts and nothing else.Odette had change really quick. I knew she came over bra-less. I was suspecting no underwear, or socks too. She sat down tightly next to Buffy.“So, how is this 'sharing’ thing going to work?” Odette looked back and forth between us.“Have you ever been with a woman?” Buffy asked. “Don’t be embarrassed about curiosity.”“Aaahhh…well, a little,” Odette stammered.“Here is how it works,” Buffy patted Odette’s nervous hand. “I can only have sex with Cáel for five and a half more hours for the entire weekend. Since I like sex and you are here, I’m certainly interested in you.”“Odette,” she reassured my bed-buddy, “there is no pressure. I have gotten the most important thing - quality time with Cáel. Everything else is a bonus.”“Oh - I’m okay with that,” Odette nodded. Then she leaned in to kiss Buffy…maybe I should create a 'Sex for Beginners’ CD. I was working gangbusters on expanding Odette’s sexual horizons.Buffy wrapped a hand in Odette’s hair and drew her into a steamer kiss. I settled in behind Odette, switching kisses between the back of Odette’s head and Buffy’s hand.“Wow,” Odette panted. “You taste different than any guy I’ve kissed. I like it, but I like Cáel better.”Before anyone thinks this never happens, or 'only in Hollywood (West Hollywood, that is), please understand I went to a rural college with a 70% female student enrollment. Convincing a girl to engage in a little girl-on-girl action to 'get me extra aroused’ is insanely easy. The few times a lady has asked if I’d kiss a guy to get her 'extra aroused’, I said 'for her and only for her’.Works every time. I’ve kissed a few guys, but only for charity. Fine…I’ve kissed a few guys in gay bars because Timothy intimated that we’d get our butts kicked if I didn’t. He may have been playing me, but for all the shit I put him through, I can live with that. Back to the story: we had Odette in my bed in no time.I was on the bottom, Odette was lying on me, back to my chest and I was using my hips to piston into her while she moaned on top of me. Buffy was alternating between tantalizing Odette’s clit and teasing her nipples. Using a very liberal definition for 'touching me’, we decided that this wasn’t consuming any of our 'exemption’ time.Three orgasms later, Buffy poured an uber-contented Odette into her/my shirt and I carried her to the sofa. I put Odette’s head in Buffy’s lap, Buffy twirling Odette’s forelock and Odette humming a happy tune. I was getting some apple and orange juice when Timothy’s keys jangled in the door. He walked into the apartment and soaked up the scene.I took in that it was barely 8:30 and Timothy was in his date clothes. A seriously not-good situation. I diverted to him, drinks in hand, and hugged him.“Sorry Bro,” I murmured. He hugged me back. “Buffy DuBois, this is Timothy.”“Buffy? The crazy chick who wanted a hug?” Timothy chuckled.“She’s not…” Odette mumbled.“Yes, that would be me,” Buffy grinned sedately. Timothy looked down and shook his head.“That is some dick,” he groused. “Damn Bro, "Timothy regarded me with some amusement, "did you bother to get her panties off, or was the mere thought of sex with you enough to cause a complete personality reversal?”“Cáel,” Odette raised a shake arm and commanded loftily, “put the drinks down and get us some ice cream. It is Bonding Time.” She meant commiserating with Timothy over his dating failure. Timothy trundled off to his bedroom muttering something about 'getting into something more comfortable’ and I delivered the drinks then doubled back for the ice cream and four spoons.Timothy ended up on the floor with his head resting against Odette’s stomach. I offered to take the bottom spot. Timothy accepted the gesture then pointed out I was the guy with the bum leg. I ended up with Odette’s feet in my lap. The flavor of the night was Cherry Vanilla and we were all making inroads into the supply quickly.Timothy dialed up Ninja Assassin on Netflix. Ten minutes in I realized why. There was this Asian actor who was really hot and extremely physically fit. Odette agreed.“You two can’t believe any of this is real,” Buffy commented shortly after. “This is absurd. Nothing and no one kills like that.” She had professional pride after all.It hadn’t taken me three days to figure out that the Executive Service babes’ main purpose in life was not laundry delivery. They went everywhere and saw everything - just like a secret police force. Odd, huh?“Speaking of absurd and unreal,” Timothy snickered.“Cáel, two ladies screaming Extreme High Maintenance showed up this morning. Apparently you weren’t answering your phone, work said you were out of the office, and some spooky chicks at Havenstone showed them the door with something akin to a threat of lethal violence,” he continued. “From long experience as your roommate, I could tell you’d fucked them to Nirvana and they wanted more.”“From long experience’?” Buffy wondered. “You haven’t known him two months yet.”“Lady, this happens at least once a week with this guy. You are playing with the hair of one of those women right now,&rdqu
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Cáel gets an offer that is too good to be true.By FinalStand. Listen and subscribe to the podcast at Steamy Stories.-People who forget their past are doomed to be blind-sided by it-(Monday)I couldn’t help but notice the similarity between myself and the other four new hires. We were all clean cut men, fresh out of college, fit and masculine. The ‘men’ part of the equation made sense. Havenstone Commercial Investments had come out of a long legal proceeding over their accused discriminatory policies.An undisclosed settlement had been reached plus they agreed to implement this new program to hire more men. For me that meant an employment opportunity with a Fortune 500 company despite my rather underwhelming collegiate career. Don’t get me wrong; I had good grades. I also went to a college virtually no one had ever heard of – Bolingbrook College in New Hampshire.With me was Chinese-American Brian Fung from Harvard, blue blood Trent Grant from Carnegie-Melon, African-American Khalid Adzharia from MIT and Salvadoran-American Felix Melena from the University of Michigan – Ann Arbor. For starters, they all had far better academic pedigrees them me, nicer toys, and better looking suits.The second they found out where I was from, I was dropped out of their conversation. They were bragging about their awards and accomplishments, their families and where they vacationed, professors who knew them on a first name basis and when they planned to get their master’s degrees. Given time to take in our circumstances without the distraction of being part of their little club, something occurred to me.We were all freaking gorgeous. I don’t mean cultured, handsome, or attractive to the opposite sex. I meant every one of us would be hit on in a nightclub in under five minutes unless we had a significant other hanging all over us. I was getting a sinking suspicion about what Havenstone considered 'crucial’ for job performance and it didn’t have anything to do with what alumni we were now part of.Here I was with my Father’s dark good looks, my genetics an ancient blend of Bulgarian and Turkish with a recent addition of Irish Gaelic. My eyes, the legacy of my Mom, were a deep emerald green. The broad shoulders, narrow waist and powerful arms and legs were part heritage with a serious application of physical activity. I exercised constantly, swam whenever I could and cycling was my religion; the tougher the terrain, the better.Better yet, the brainiacs around me hadn’t seemed to figure that out yet. Maybe they thought I was a 'legacy’ hire – I had a relative on the inside. Nope. Mom died when I was seven and my Dad worked for Illinois Power and Light as a line runner. His sister, Aunt Stella, was a crab fisherwoman in Maryland and unmarried.A series of off-handed comments in the interview process suddenly came back to haunt me. I’d been asked about who I was close to, both presently and back in college. They wanted to know about my 'moral character’. Fuck it all – I’d filled out a dating survey! I’d never used a matchmaking service, but I bet if I logged on to E-Harmony, I’d recognize the questions.The door to the conference room opened and seven women entered. Ms. Tessa Carmichael had handled the interview process. Umami Lhasa was her Hindi assistant and all-around encyclopedia of all things Havenstone. The other five were unknown to me and, I had a feeling, unknown to my fellow new hires. We all stood. The other four smiled. I smiled too, but felt cautious.“Gentlemen, it is time to begin. Today we begin your internship process and I’d…” Tessa got out before Fung interrupted.“I was given the impression we were guaranteed employment, Ms. Carmichael,” he spoke in a commanding voice. How stupid was this guy?“Academia is a sheltered environment, Mr. Fung. Havenstone is very much part of the real, visceral world and you can hardly expect to gain a six-figure salary with all the benefits based on your ability to impress men who have never created an iota of wealth in their lives,” Tessa smiled. I hoped she eventually give it back to the orca she’d swiped it from.“I was entertaining offers from several other corporations as well,” Trent added his voice. “We were guaranteed employment. Our contracts state so.” He seemed proud of his ability to read. Trent should have boned up on reading between the lines.“Well, if you two wish to sign 'Termination of Employment’ papers,” Tessa sounded disappointed, “we will conceded to your wishes.”At this point, the guys with a promising futures should have bailed. I didn’t have options unless you considered 'do you want fries with that’ to be a back-up plan. I was amazed the other four didn’t see it.“What we really want is a clarification of what this internship process entails,” Khalid intervened.Tessa’s smile became all happy bunnies again.“Very well,” she appeared pleased, “let’s start by introducing your mentors. Mr. Fung, Ms. Julian Jameson has chosen you. She is our Senior VP in charge of Acquisitions – something you excelled in, I recall.” Fung looked pleased. Julian was a foxy red-head somewhere in her mid-thirties.“Mr. Grant, you have been selected by Olympia Shore, head of our Financial Investigative unit.” Greying hair yet she looked like she ran marathoners down on a regular basis; she was tall, fit and svelte. “I understand you showed a talent for forensic accounting,” Tessa continued. “Mr. Adzharia, you have been chosen by Ms. Phalli Chandra VP of International Finance.”Where Khalid was patently African-American, his mentor was African – most likely central African, like Congo, or Cameroon. She was in her early thirties and sculpted in a way that made me think I wouldn’t mind wrestling her even though I wasn’t sure who would win. “You have an excellent grasp of linguistics as I recall.”“Mr. Melena, Ms. Tia Pharos VP of Business Management has chosen to take you on.” My bet she was Lebanese, or Palestinian – more Sematic than Aramaic. Still, her hair was thick, wavy and long – all the women seemed to go for the 'long hair’ look for that matter. She was also the shortest mentor, perhaps one meter - seventy.“You have all around high marks in your education. We think you will be a perfect fit.” He smiled as did Tia. I thought they were smiling for different reasons. Maybe that was paranoia. “Mr. Nyilas,” that was me - Cáel Nyilas, “you have been selected by Ms. Katrina Love, VP of Executive Services.”I could hear the 'huffs’ of my compatriots. Executive Services were basically gophers for the top tier of the corporation. ES was not the fast track to success. They got the limos and laundry for those who were. On the plus side, Katrina was a voluptuous blonde perhaps forty years of age, hitting all my key sexual triggers…basically, a conscious, breathing female. I didn’t have low standards – I was a sexual omnivore.Given the chance I’d seduce every woman I came across, though not here – not today.After a short series of introductions, we split up to go to our various offices. It turned out that the mentor/internship relationship meant I would be working at her side – literally. I’d have a spot in her personal office for my work station, I would follow her to meetings and be on call 24/7 to assist her in all departmental duties.“Thank you for the opportunity,” I said when she finally gave me the impression I could speak.“Aren’t you disappointed you didn’t get one of the plumb assignments; banking, or asset management?” she inquired while studying me. The gentle hum of the elevator was the only other sound.“Hell, no,” I blurted out then blushed. Katrina arched an eyebrow. “I mean, I think this is a great way to know the company. We get to go everywhere.”“I like your enthusiasm,” she commented. I couldn’t tell if it was a positive thing. Beyond that, she remained non-communicative until we made it to her ornate, spacious personal office.Six young ladies followed us into the room, with the last one shutting the door.“Ladies, this is our latest hire - Cáel Nyilas,” Katrina began. “He’s from some college in New Hampshire and, like the rest of you new hires, will be expected be working closely with me and each other.”Did I mention they were all hot? I was familiar with some of the looks I was getting, too. Once, in high school, I had asked out the Class president who happened to be rich, pretty and smart. Her boyfriend had cheated on her so I thought I had a chance. I was a working class nobody and the look she gave me hurt as much as her words.“Never in a million years,” she mocked loudly. I was an insect – a bug and way beneath her notice. That was the look I was getting from these girls. Four years later, my acne was gone, I’d filled out nicely and physically I had gone from caterpillar to butterfly. That led to the other half of the vibes aimed my way. It was 'he’s delicious’ as one of my girlfriends put it.“Daphne Pile, Dora Cartagena, Fabiola Dobrani, Paula Wadena, Violet Maza, and Theresa 'Tigger’ Castro,” Katrina made rapid-fire introductions. “Now that we all know each other, time to start filling all the orders in our cue. Until Cáel figures out what is where, who wants to ride herd on him?” I had mistakenly believed I would be working with Katrina.No one leapt at the opportunity.“I’ll do it,” Fabiola Dobrani spoke up. She tried to sound upbeat for Katrina. They filed out of the office, each woman heading off in different directions, while I went to my tiny desk.“What are you doing?” Fabiola sounded annoyed.“I need something from my desk and to go to the bathroom,” I informed her. She sighed in exasperation. I quickly retrieved a handful of rubber bands then raced to Fabiola. She pointed me at the closest bathroom…which was Katrina’s personal one. In I went then I locked the door. My pants and underwear came off. I expediently made a rubber band chain then looped it around my hips and pinned my hard-on pointed up.That had become a serious problem when dealing with all these attractive women and I didn’t need the distraction. Once dressed, I quick-stepped it to Fabiola who was tapping her foot.“Let’s go,” she snapped. “We are working with Buffy today. We go with her and do what she tells us to do. Got it?”“Buffy is in charge – I have a basic command of the English language,” I replied. Fabiola shot me an evil look. “What? Do I look like a five year old, or are you normally this rude?”“I’m not being rude to you,” the women with a Mediterranean cast to her features reposed. “You’ve put us behind the other ladies. In case you haven’t figured it out, that’s a bad thing on our first day.”“Am I to believe this is your first day?” I smirked. We stopped by another woman’s desk. Did I mention that this corporation must raid beauty pageants for their staff? Buffy was a medium height brunette with long hair and a perfectly shaped oval face. Her eyes were the lightest shade of brown I’d ever seen – almost golden.“I’m Buffy Dubois,” she stood and extended her hand. I had a neural misfire. I took her offered hand, leaned down and kissed it. Whoops.“Cáel Nyilas, Ms. Dubois,” I gulped. Buffy weighed my gesture.“Nice name,” she grinned. “Call me Buffy. We go on a first name basis here.”“Our first assignment for the day is to go to 1802 Exeter Tower and prepare the suite for the CFO at our San Francisco office coming in for one week,” she informed us. I had no idea where Exeter Tower was and what any of this had to do with my Business degree. I accepted that a fat paycheck was a fat paycheck, so I put my confusion on the back burner.There was an amusing bit of posturing about who got to drive the company car down to the Exeter. Fabiola made a production of taking the keys and making me sit in the back – Buffy didn’t want to drive.“You aren’t much of a man’s man, are you?” Fabiola mocked me.I waited a second for Buffy to say something, considering that bordered on harassment. Fabiola snickered at me while Buffy looked out the window, bored.“Was that supposed to mean something to me?” I replied smoothly. “I don’t know you, you obviously don’t know me, and your assessment of my gender potential is ridiculous.”“Come on, 'New Hire’, you didn’t even go to a real school,” Fabiola spat back.“That’s enough,” Buffy coughed. Fabiola shot me a dirty look. I elected to not be childish, looking out the window instead. Driving the car turned out to be more of a disadvantage than the gem Fab thought it would be. Fabiola had to park the car while Buffy and I went up.The Exeter suite turned out to be a fully furnished apartment. The trick was turning the normal accoutrements into the specifics the client demanded. I didn’t have experience with interior design. I couldn’t say I was demeaned, being reduced to a glorified furniture mover. If Buffy was impressed by my ability to move chairs about, she hid it well.She even left me to my own devices while she went to the bedroom. I double checked the image she’d downloaded to the cellphone to make sure everything was where they wanted.“Cáel, I need you back here,” Buffy called out. Back I went – it wasn’t like I had a choice. “We need to make sure the Feng Shui of the room is impeccable,” she ordered.“Yes, Ma'am - Buffy,” I nodded. “Now let’s assume for a second I don’t have the faintest idea what you are talking about and go from there.”“For now,” she chuckled, “it means moving the bed where I tell you to.” As I moved to the far side of the king-sized bed, contemplating the crushing weight of my student loans, I noticed Buffy had made a wardrobe adjustment.That was a kind way to say she had unbuttoned her blouse to her naval and her pale pink, lacy half-bra was clearly visible. I also saw the incisor of some predator hung from a silver chain around her neck. As she leaned forward, it swayed, playing ping pong between her boobs. I was carefully attentive to her instructions and even managed to ask a few questions like 'what is Feng Shui?’“It is the art of focusing energy upon positive and negative lines so that you promote, or disrupt, the harmony of an area and its occupants,” she informed me. She back-flopped down on the bed in one of the least obfuscated suggestions of 'come get me’ I’d ever seen. I stayed well away, sensing a trap.“It’s jaguar,” Buffy tilted her head back and leered at me. Her shirt was wide open, her bountiful mounds jiggling slightly and her eyes were inviting. She was referring to the tooth pendant that was nestled between her breasts. I backed up toward the window.“I’m sure there is a story behind that,” I tried to wiggle some more breathing room from my collar.“There is,” she rolled over, her goodies still on display. “I shot it with my bow, skinned it and pulled the tooth from its skull.” How sweet and informative.“I’m glad I’m across the room then,” I grinned back. “I’d hate for there to be a misunderstanding between you and I.” Now she placed herself on all fours and stalked across the bed toward me.“I don’t think you are very interested in me,” she pouted. Now I was mentally mapping out the time and distance involved in me getting past her and exiting this career-killer.“You are my boss,” I exclaimed as I started edging around the room. “I imagine you are very interesting, but I’m not the kind of guy who makes advances on every beautiful woman he meets.” That was a total lie. I had the bad habit of making advances on ABSOLUTELY every beautiful woman I met.“Where is everybody?” Fabiola announced after she waltzed into the room. Forget an Oscar, she wouldn’t even get a Razzie from me for that patently false performance. Buffy huffed, rolled her eyes and shifted to the edge of the bed. She fixed her blouse properly then shot a withering glance at Fabiola before getting back to business.After sending a final video of the apartment to the CFO’s personal assistant and getting her okay, we checked out our next chore and set to it. A good deal of it was getting laundry, specialty meals and even picking up kids from daycare/school. We did manage to do some actual corporate business. We ran some confidential documents, not trusted to the computer system, to the various big wigs who needed them.In eight and a half hours I had been a furniture mover, delivery boy, nanny, chauffer and glorified postman. Had it not been for my mountain of student loans, the insane salary and limited job prospects, I would have been disheartened. As it was, I was merely paranoid and confused. I was getting the subtle sense that the women I was working with were waiting for me to fail.I was confused because, with the bending over, strutting, lingerie model wannabes all over the place, how did they expect me to get anything done? My cock hurt – a lot. I was looking away so often I was afraid I’d get whiplash. These had to be the clumsiest women on Earth. Wherever I went, someone dropped something and had to bend over to pick it up.No, they could not bend at the knees. They had to reach over while keeping their legs straight. These weren’t the new hires either. The only one I saw before quitting time was Fabiola. Even she was pretty helpless. She kept losing her shoes and then pleading to me to help put them back on. No matter how hard she tried, I was not looking up her damn skirt.Finally Buffy 'released’ me, indicating my work day was over. That’s when the jackals closed in. From out of nowhere, all six of the new hires appeared outside Katrina’s office as I retrieved my valise. Had it not been for my mode of transit, I’d have left it there and made for the elevators instead of risk being cornered.“Is there a problem?” Katrina spoke up, sensing my reticence in leaving her office. I had to think fast.“Can I use your bathroom?” I turned and asked her. She indicated that I could. I went in and changed, ditching the rubber band nonsense – it hadn’t really worked.When I stepped out, the conspiratorial whispers among the new girls stopped. I even caught Katrina looking me over. See, I got to and from work on my bicycle. It was a really nice bike. Dad got it for me for graduation – as I said, I don’t come from money. Anyway, biking in a suit in New York City was kind of stupid and hard on the dry cleaning bill.The answer to this dilemma was biking clothes, which in June consisted of very tight shorts and a tight shirt (my helmet is with my bike in a nice secure area in front of our skyscraper). Now take into account I was in really good shape and, oh yeah, horny as hell with a 'sensational’ package (fine, one girl called it sensational – I chose to run with her literary license).1 – 2 – 3 – 4 – 5 – 6; yep, ab six-pack accounted for and there was the tube-snake running off to my left hip. Even my nipples on my broad pectorals were making an appearance (through the shirt). As a passing note, I have a really nice ass, or so I’ve been told, and these shorts don’t work well with underwear so I was going without.I mustered my courage and marched on the door.“Ummm…” Katrina purred. “Tomorrow – seven o'clock.”“Yes, Ma'am – Katrina,” I waved over my shoulder. The new hires parted for me, except for Daphne. She put a hand on my right bicep.“Cáel, we are going out for drinks to celebrate our first day,” Daphne smiled sweetly.“Thank you, but no thank you,” I shook my head. “I’m not into time travel.” I moved past her.“What is that supposed to mean?” Dora inquired. They followed me to the elevator.“It is a riddle, Dora,” I grinned. “If you six ladies celebrated your first day with the company, where and when did this celebration take place?”“Are you implying we are lying to you?” Violet glared.“I’m implying you six are treating me like an idiot and none of you are graduates of the NSA, CIA or the New York Academy of Fine Arts, Violet,” I glared right back.“You are not being a team player,” Theresa gave me a smug look.“Now we are back to me being treated like an idiot,” I sighed. “Let me see, each of you knew where your assigned person was, Buffy didn’t see the need to greet Fabiola, Fabiola knew where the car keys were kept, she knew right where the Exeter Building was without accessing our onboard navigation system. She found a parking spot in downtown New York City at ten in the morning in under fifteen minutes…shall I go on?”The hush was so pronounced that not only could I hear our elevators quiet whir, I could hear the noise from the ones on either side of us. The women exchanged nervous looks.“You could still come out and join us for some drinks,” Daphne jumpstarted things.“I’m seeing somebody,” I countered.“You don’t have a girlfriend,” Paula stated confidently. Yep – dating survey.“I met a nice female mime (might as well confirm my heterosexuality) and after an in depth conversation I think we have a lot in common so we are giving serious thought about going out tonight,” I lied. Oh, it was an obvious lie alright. I wanted it to be.“She could join us,” Tigger suggested. They were freaking relentless. Fortunately, the elevator doors opened and we exited onto the ground floor.“And that would make sense because on the first date I’d want to surround her with a bunch of women she doesn’t know and probably has little in common with…I don’t think so,” I mused.They watched me prep my bike, affix my helmet and pedal off to freedom while hovering around and trying to create a new game plan.“Let us know how the date goes,” Fabiola called out.“Like that is going to happen,” I muttered as I sped away.I had studied the route between the corporation headquarters and my domicile for three days and gone onto multiple chats with my fellow cyclists to get a feel for traffic flows, road construction and back alleys. This allowed me to get home in just under fifteen minutes. I lugged my bike up the three flights of stairs – my neighborhood was far from the safe confines of the skyscraper – and settled into my shared flat.The apartment was rather close quarters, but my roommate, Timothy (never Tim), was a descent sort. Timothy was an exercise-conscious, gay tattoo artist with a good professional reputation and he found my choice in employment amusing. Timothy said I was swimming against the current. I told him salmon did it every year. He countered with salmon don’t jump Angel Falls.I was starting to feel he was prophetic after only one day. I didn’t dwell on it too much. I did our laundry, picked up our common area then started in on dinner. That consisted of microwaving frozen vegetables and sausage and bacon biscuits. I left that to warm while I worked out. When Timothy walked in he laughed and shook his head.“You are the best boyfriend I never had,” he chuckled. “Did you do my laundry too?”“Yep,” I said. I put my tablet down and headed to the kitchenette.“Even the underwear?” he teased.“If that’s what you like to call it,” I teased right back.Timothy tended to dress like a Chippendale dancer on his date nights. Thankfully, he had the body for it. Double thankfully, we were both okay with our sexuality. At the start, he had told me he was coming off a long term relationship that imploded. I told him I was heterosexual who had a chronic problem with fidelity.(Tuesday)My mobile phone rang at three o'clock – in the a.m. It was Katrina telling me that I was to get my ass over to corporate, find Desiree and do what she said. Katrina hung up before I could ask for an explanation. Twenty-two minutes later I was back at work. I pulled my 'Clark Kent.’ then phoned Desiree Fredrickson who was already in the garage – level one.She was waiting for me, trying to look impatient, but I knew the 'threw on whatever was handy’ look from too many 'confused girls in the morning’ experiences. I looked at her grim countenance and decided to be professionally polite.“You have this spot at the right corner of your mouth,” I quietly informed her.While driving, she peeked into the rearview mirror and used her tongue to correct the dried drool problem. There was no 'thank you’ aimed my way.“What are we doing?” I yawned.“At least pretend to maintain the proper decorum,” she chided me. She did her best to stifle her yawn.That was the end of my instructional period until we pulled into a parking spot close to a police station.“Watch your mouth and remember they don’t like us,” Desiree warned.“Woman, is it going to kill you to tell me what’s going on, or am I going to have to figure this out with a Tarot deck?” I snapped back.Her eyes narrowed with anger as she turned on me.“Can’t you follow a simple order?” she growled.“Sure,” I sighed. “It isn’t like you want me to succeed anyway,” I groused. She huffed in exasperation then led me to the front of the precinct building.Due to the hour, the place was crowded with drunks, drug addicts and dealers, with a sprinkling of prostitutes and violent felons. The 'they’ who didn’t like us became obvious. The cops didn’t like Desiree and, by default, me.“We are here for Marilynn St. John,” Desiree stated.“Of course you are, Ms. Frederickson,” the female desk sergeant sneered. “It is Lady’s Night at some whore-hole so, of course, your princess ended up here.”“Just get her,” Desiree demanded. The sergeant kept sneering in a way that told us we were going to be a while. Desiree walked over to a corner and put her back to it.I decided to hover close by until the sergeant had a moment.“What do you want?” she regarded me. “Aren’t you with the trash collector?” I guess that meant Desiree.“She’s one of my bosses,” I shrugged. “This is my first – I guess now it is my second day on the job and I have no idea why I am here.”I put my politest, most girl-friendly demeanor forward. It worked.“Keep in mind you are picking up your boss’s trash, Kid,” she turned all matronly on me. “You need to stop hanging around all those poisonous bitches and get a better job.” That led to a discussion of my age, background and economic status of my family.She liked the fact that I was proud of my blue-collar background, single and polite. As an unexpected bonus the Sergeant had a single daughter; a freshly minted from the Police Academy policewoman. I gave her my mobile number and she sent someone to retrieve our charges. While we waited, she showed me a picture of her girl. The daughter was rather sexy.I told her mother that her daughter had a bright smile and a cute nose. Saying 'your pride and joy would look good handcuffed to my bed’ wouldn’t win me points. As the desk sergeant and I finished, out walked two wasted teen fashion queens with a female police escort.“Sign for the over-privileged skanks,” the Sergeant directed me.Desiree pushed me aside and took custody of Marilynn and her high society pal, Vienna Rothmore. The two young ladies joined us as we left the station.“Sorry to mess up your date, Desiree,” Marilynn snickered. Yeah…right, she was soooo sorry.“He’s not my date,” Desiree ground out. “He’s one of our new hires.”“Oh, cool,” Marilynn slurred. She reached up from the back seat and put a hand on my shoulder. “I want you to come home with me and help me test my sheets to make sure they are comfortable,” she giggled. “I have delicate skin.”“You also have a problem with substance abuse, taking things that don’t belong to you, and a lifetime of making poor choices,” I countered. “Sorry; I have to decline.”“You work for my grandmother. That means you work for me,” she protested.“I’m sure if you have your wonderful grandmother put your request in my work cue, I’ll get around to it,” I smiled.“You’re no fun,” Marilynn complained.“He’s not here to be fun for you, Marilynn,” Desiree finally intervened.
In 20 + years, Jeb Corliss has made more than 2,000 jumps, from the likes of the Eiffel Tower, Golden Gate Bridge, Angel Falls in Venezuela, the Petronas Towers in Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia, and into a half-mile deep cave in China. He hasn't simply leapt off and pulled his parachute, though. To add an extra layer of challenge, push the bounds of his ability, and further slice the razor slim margin for error, he has performed acrobatic maneuvers – twists, somersaults, and gainers – during freefall. More recently he discovered the thrills and challenges of BASE-jumping with wingsuits, flying along some of the most stunning and dangerous mountain terrain. In the nearest approximation of human flight yet, wingsuits (which are more flying squirrel than bird or plane) allow the best pilots to trace the contours of cliffs, ridges, and mountainsides at high speed. All of which makes for an incredible spectacle: In July 2011, Corliss flew feet from the ground in the Swiss Alps, an event captured on camera and broadcast on ABC's 20/20. Two months later, in September, Corliss swooped through an arch in the side of China's iconic Tianmen Mountain, in front of a live television audience of millions. Corliss's stunts and his unyielding approach to life never fail to fascinate. He has been the subject of profiles published in The New York Times, Outside, Popular Mechanics, Smithsonian Air & Space, Men's Journal and Rolling Stone. He has been featured on television in the United States and abroad, including 60 Minutes in Australia, ESPN's E:60, Real Sports on HBO, Today, The Colbert Report, Good Morning America and Conan. Corliss has been featured in popular BASE documentaries such as A Year in the Life, Journey to the Center, Fearless, The Human Bird, Heavens Gate and The Flying Dagger to name a few. He also hosted the first season of Stunt Junkies on The Discovery Channel and was a technical advisor on the remake of Point Break. When he is not traveling the world, Corliss lives in Vista, California.
Friends, I can't tell you how pumped I am to be given the opportunity to read Lee's short story in this episode! I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed reading it!-----Find The Knight Rider Years on this feed!: Episodes 1 - 95Check out Dom's Delight and Sinjin Lover over on Soundcloud: https://soundcloud.com/user-215206218Like and Follow The Jean Bruce Scott Archive on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/JeanBruceScottArchive-----Airwolf Years Opening Theme Song by: Steve Corning, http://thinkfishtank.comAirwolf Years Closing Theme by: Lee Hutchings (Instagram: @leehutchings84)Airwolf Years Logo Design by: Luke Larsson, http://www.meaningfullymaed.comFollow us on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/ciampakleinInstagram: @airwolfyearsTwitter: @AirWolfPodEmail us: letusblowyourmind@gmail.comCall our Hotline: (207) 835-1954Rate and review us on Apple Podcasts!-----The Airwolf Years is a proud member of The Podfix Network. Check us out and all the other amazing podcasts at www.podfixnetwork.comInstagram: @official_podfixTwitter: @podfixFacebook: https://www.facebook.com/podfixnetwork
We watched the impromptu finale of Season 21, which lost four episodes due to the COVID-19 pandemic in 2020. While that might not have mattered in most seasons of SVU, Season 21 was trying to do some things which definitely demanded resolution. Of course we talk about a whole range of ridiculous topics including early attempts at adding serialization to weekly procedurals, post-modern philosophy, and the Borg. Apologies for weird sound, particularly on Adam's track. He was having some software issues which hopefully have been resolved. Music: Divorcio Suave - "Munchy Business" 14:50 - Esther Phillips - “Alone Again, Naturally” from Alone Again, Naturally (1972) 27:16 - Grace Jones - “Slave To The Rhythm - Hot Blooded Version” from Private Life: The Compass Point Sessions (1998) 47:33 - Robin Guthrie - “Camera Lucida” from Angel Falls (2009) Thanks to our gracious Munchies on Patreon: Jeremy S, Jaclyn O, Pedro H, Amy Z, Emily L, Nikki B, Louise M, Whitney C, D Reduble, Tony B, Zak B, Jessica W, Barry W, Karen D, Madelin K, Sara L, Miriam J, Drew D, and Meghan M. - y'all are the best! Be a Munchie, too! Support us on Patreon: patreon.com/munchmybenson Follow us on: Twitter, Facebook, Instagram, and Reddit (Adam's Twitter and Josh's Twitter) Check out Munch Merch: Munch Merch at Zazzle Check out our guest appearances on: …These Are There Stories (Adam and Josh), both of us on FMWL Pod (1st Time & 2nd Time) and Chick-Lit at the Movies Visit Our Website: Munch My Benson Email the podcast: munchmybenson@gmail.com Next Week's Episode: Season 19, Episode 18 "Service"
A recap of GAC's Angel Falls Christmas. A story about an angel who brings a couple back together, but should he? Great American Chat on Socials: @gactvpodcastWeb: https://greatamericanchat.com
The author of The Last Dinosaur of the Lost World: My Search for 'Little Nessie', Ben Tejada-Ingram (Anomaly Hunter) joins the Loco Listens Podcast to discuss his new book and dive deep into various mysteries. Ben is a very well-studied storyteller on many topics including the UFO anomalies, secrets of the Mayan, Incan, and Aztec empires, Annunaki timelines, and the ever-present puzzle of the Egyptian pyramids, the Sphinx, and other stunning artifacts of the Lost World. Buy his book here: https://www.amazon.com/Last-Dinosaur-Lost-World-Search/dp/B09S62G1JW/ref=mp_s_a_1_3?crid=2FN46UY3RE59D&keywords=the+last+dinosaur+of+the+lost+world&qid=1645135557&sprefix=the+last+dino%2Caps%2C152&sr=8-3 Ben's Social Media: Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/anomalyhunterx/ Twitter: https://mobile.twitter.com/anomalyhunterx About his book: Every now and then there are stories you come across that seem ripped straight from the pages of fiction, that capture your imagination. Back in 2007, when I stumbled upon a mysterious post on a message board that detailed sightings of a strange, dinosaur-like creature living on an isolated jungle plateau, my first reaction was: the author must have been reading too much Arthur Conan Doyle! The post detailed an amazing eyewitness account, and included photos as proof. Part of me was incredulous, but another part of me wanted to believe. Over a decade later, this story had stuck with me, so I started to investigate. Who had written it, were the people mentioned in it even real, and most importantly: could any of it be true? What began as a random trip down an obscure online rabbit hole, morphed into a full-fledged investigation as I started researching the real people, places, and history behind this bizarre and amazing cryptid living deep in the jungle far from civilization. This book is the result, putting together the words and pictures of scientists, researchers, explorers and adventurers, into the complete story of what may well be a living dinosaur, the “little Nessie” of Angel Falls. https://www.altmediaunited.com Follow Loco Listens Podcast on all platforms https://linktr.ee/locolistens Connect with Listeners @ www.t.me/locolisteners Share, Subscribe, and Stay Groovy! Love always, Jake --- Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/loco-listens--podast/support
This week we look back at the unanswered questions from our discussion of the 1981/82 film Porky's. Zack goes a little funny trying to figure out where the fictional town of Angel Falls really is and where Porky's would have to be located in order for the geography all to work out. This is a tough one, because most of the questions we asked had really simple answers that didn't lead down deep dark holes of the internet. Spoiler Alert, the fact of the podcast for the last couple of weeks is that there was a Porky's video game for the Atari 2600. Listen on to hear Jenny react to Zack playing the thing.
I had a chance to watch this GAC Christmas movie which stars Jessica Lowndes and Chad Michael Murray. For other reviews of Countdown to Christmas be sure to check out the Dear Hallmark YouTube channel: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCe7R8-e6d13cee5QMo_Oltw Dear Hallmark's Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/dearhallmark/ --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/dearhallmark/message
Today's poem is The Hastily Assembled Angel Falls at the Beginning of the World by Shane McCrae.