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Brian Onishi and Jeff Stoyanoff continue their summer camp slasher theme with 1983's Sleepaway CampThey are joined by guests Jo Vallese (editor of It Came From the Closet) and T (Associate Professor of Women and Gender Studies), and frame the film through queer horror, trans horror, and the queer concept of camp. They discuss the film's shift from idyllic opening to tragedy, its child and teen cruelty, predatory cook, and boundary violations, and how its notorious ending positions Angela as both killer and “final girl,” raising questions about identity, consent, and whether Angela's gender is self-determined or imposed by Aunt Martha. The panel explores reclamation and rehabilitation, audience reactions (including a NYU screening with trans and nonbinary students), the Reagan-era backdrop, a gay male gaze reading via Viet Dien's Sontag-inspired essay, and how the film differs from Friday the 13th through accidental camp, queer rage debates, failures of adult authority, and unusual violence against children. Dont' worry, they find joy too.

Felissa Rose and Dave Sheridan join Misfit Parade and the Messed Up Movies Podcast for a hilarious, candid conversation about Sleepaway Camp, Scary Movie, Ghostface, Joe Bob Briggs, and their decades inside the horror community. Dave reveals what it was like returning as Officer Doofy, why he insisted on playing Ghostface himself, how he performed the killer's voice live from beneath the mask, and the injuries and stunt work behind the physical comedy. Felissa discusses her love for the horror community, joining Joe Bob Briggs on The Last Drive-In, her upcoming projects, and her personal vision for the future of Sleepaway Camp, including a possible Aunt Martha prequel she would like to direct. They also discuss: • Working together on more than 45 movies • The chaos of improvising on low-budget horror sets • Felissa's upcoming projects with Danielle Harris and David Howard Thornton • Dave working with Glenn Danzig, Luke Wilson, and Nick Swardson • Their upcoming movie Haunted Hookers • Underrated films from their careers • What Scary Movie should parody next • Why Felissa refuses to stop trying to cast Dave in her movies Recorded live at Days of the Dead in Indianapolis. Subscribe to Misfit Parade for more horror convention panels, filmmaker conversations, original short films, and full video episodes of the Messed Up Movies Podcast. Support the show on the Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/c/messedupmoviespod

More legal action has been filed in connection with a south side foster care facility dubbed the 'House of Horrors.' Aunt Martha's Integrated Care Center at S. Michigan Avenue housed vulnerable youth in state care.

More legal action has been filed in connection with a south side foster care facility dubbed the 'House of Horrors.' Aunt Martha's Integrated Care Center at S. Michigan Avenue housed vulnerable youth in state care.

More legal action has been filed in connection with a south side foster care facility dubbed the 'House of Horrors.' Aunt Martha's Integrated Care Center at S. Michigan Avenue housed vulnerable youth in state care.

This episode Brian and Nez start the season off with a trip to summer camp for the 1983 horror/slasher classic SLEEPAWAY CAMP. After a horrible boating accident kills her family, shy, sullen Angela moves in with her eccentric Aunt Martha and protective cousin Ricky. One summer, Martha sends the kids to Camp Arawak. Soon after their arrival, bizarre, increasingly violent accidents claim the lives of various campers. Who is the twisted individual behind these murders? The disclosure of the murderer's identity is one of the most shocking climaxes in the history of American cinema.   The Horror Returns Website: https://thehorrorreturns.com THR Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/thehorrorreturns/ Join THR Facebook Group: https://www.facebook.com/groups/1056143707851246 THR X: https://twitter.com/horror_returns?s=21&t=XKcrrOBZ7mzjwJY0ZJWrGA THR Instagram: https://instagram.com/thehorrorreturns?igshid=YmMyMTA2M2Y= THR Threads: https://www.threads.net/@thehorrorreturns?igshid=NTc4MTIwNjQ2YQ== THR YouTube Channel: https://youtube.com/@thehorrorreturnspodcast3277 THR Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/thehorrorreturns THR TeePublic: https://www.teepublic.com/user/the-horror-returns SK8ER Nez Podcast Network: https://www.podbean.com/pu/pbblog-p3n57-c4166 E Society Spotify For Podcasters: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/eso E Society YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCliC6x_a7p3kTV_0LC4S10A E Society and Mac-Nez t-shirts Tee Public: http://tee.pub/lic/9ko9r4p5uvE X: E Society Podcast: https://x.com/esocietypod Mac Nez Podcast: https://x.com/macnezpod The Zissiou: https://x.com/TheoZissou Instagram: E Society: https://www.instagram.com/esocietypod/ Mac Nez Podcast: https://www.instagram.com/macnez/ The Zissiou: https://www.instagram.com/thezissou/ TikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@esocietypod  

Baseball season has begun and spring fever is in full swing. What could ruin the wonderful news that Bud won tickets to a doubleheader? Nothing but Aunt Martha.Originally aired on April 26, 1951. This is episode 79 of Father Knows Best.Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/classic-comedy-of-old-time-radio--5818299/support.Please email questions and comments to host@classiccomedyotr.com.Like us on Facebook at facebook.com/classiccomedyotr. Please share this podcast with your friends and family.You can also subscribe to our podcast on Spreaker.com, Spotify, iTunes, Stitcher, TuneIn, iHeartRadio, and Google podcasts.This show is supported by Spreaker Prime.Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/classic-comedy-of-old-time-radio--5818299/support.

Episode 116 - Pack you bags! We are headed back to France, so that means it must be a Pete month. This week we are looking at a few unconventional French romance films. First up is Lost in Paris (2016) a comedy about a Canadian woman named Fiona who travels to Paris to track down her Aunt Martha after receiving a strange letter in the mail. Some wacky antics ensue, especially after Fiona crosses paths with a homeless man named Dom. It's a Pete month. Embrace it.Tune in soon for the next episode; The Umbrellas of Cherbourg (1964)email us at mracfilmclub@gmail.com

For the holidays, we're re-running some of our very favorite holiday-themed episodes! It's hard not to feel like we've got to be doing ALL the things at the holidays, especially when social media tells us we should be. Here are some tips for taking perspective at the holidays and operating in "high magic, low effort" mode. We discuss: pre-gaming with your (older) kids about the preferred responses to less-preferred gifts starting with what family members really do love most about the holidays (their answers will surprise you) why you don't have to go the Nutcracker, or lights at the zoo, or Aunt Martha's house, this year, let alone every year Rosie Colosi for Today Parents: ⁠⁠Moms are challenging the idea that they are the sole keepers of holiday ‘magic'⁠⁠ SNL's "Christmas Morning" sketch: ⁠https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FOVCtUdaMCU⁠ ⁠Read all of our listeners' great advice on the original Facebook thread⁠... and here, as promised, is Amy's recipe for the⁠ Italian pepper cookies⁠ that seem to be unique to northeast Pennsylvania... Italian Pepper Cookies (makes about 72 cookies, more if they're small) 1/2 cup Crisco  2 cups of milk or water (or more if needed) If dough is really sticky you can add a little bit more of milk 1/2 lb. raisins  1 cup cocoa 2 1/2 cups sugar 4 tbsp. baking powder 7 cups of flour (add more if needed) 1 1/2 tsps. cinnamon 1 1/2 tsps. cloves (not whole) 1 1/2 tsp. vanilla 1 1/2 tsps. black pepper (if you don't want them too spicy, you can cut back on the pepper, I never do though) Optional, you can add nuts or I've seen people add chocolate chips too. We aren't big nut eaters, so I've never made them with nuts. Preheat oven to 375 Cream sugar and Crisco together in a bowl  In a different bowl, sift together all the dry ingredients. Add sifted dry ingredients to creamed sugar and Crisco alternately with milk. Mix well. It will be very sticky, it's easier to work with your hands. I usually coat my hands with some Pam to be able to work the dough. Add your raisins and mix it up more.  Using your hands, take enough dough to roll a small ball (my mom likes them big, I like them smaller) Place cookie balls on your cookie trays (I usually fit around 16 on a tray, all depends on the size of your cookie balls)  Bake in oven for 8-10 minutes. Icing: 2 cups confectioner's sugar 1 to 2 tablespoons milk 1/2 teaspoon butter splash vanilla For icing: Mix together all ingredients, adding milk until achieving creamy consistency, not stiff. When cookies are slightly cooled, top with icing. Sign up for the What Fresh Hell newsletter! Once a month you'll get our favorite recent episodes, plus links to other things to read and watch and listen to, and upcoming special events: ⁠http://eepurl.com/h8ze3z⁠ We love the sponsors that make this show possible! You can always find all the special deals and codes for all our current sponsors on our website: ⁠https://www.whatfreshhellpodcast.com/p/promo-codes/⁠ Get 50% Off Monarch Money, the all-in-one financial tool at ⁠www.monarchmoney.com/FRESH Ready to raise money-smart kids? Start now with your first month FREE at acornsearly.com/FRESH! What Fresh Hell is co-hosted by Margaret Ables and Amy Wilson. Christmas, Hanukkah, Kwanzaa, Santa, Elf on the Shelf, gift exchange, holiday, holiday shopping, holiday gifts, mom friends, funny moms, parenting advice, parenting experts, parenting tips, mothers, families, parenting skills, parenting strategies, parenting styles, busy moms, self-help for moms, manage kid's behavior, teenager, toddler, holiday recipes Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

Follow Tim on letterboxd!https://letterboxd.com/search/tjhamilton/ See the Seddy Bimco watchlist! This week on Seddy Bimco Part Two The Revenge, we talk We talk, 'Sometimes Aunt Martha Does Dreadful Things!Email us at seddybimcoe@gmail.com Most art by Tim Hamilton Music by Tim Hamilton Check out the Seddy website. Website: https://www.seddy-bimco-part-2-the-re... Links: https://linktr.ee/seddybimco Check out George O'Connor's books: https://www.georgeoconnorbooks.com/ Check out Tim Hamilton's books: https://timhamiltonrwf.gumroad.com/ Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more informationIn this episode, the hosts discuss various themes ranging from social gatherings like Thirsty Thursdays to the revenge theme in their podcast. They share humorous anecdotes about bedwetting and sleepwalking, delve into nostalgia through video games, and analyze the cult classic film 'Sometimes Aunt Martha Does Dreadful Things.' The conversation explores character dynamics, cultural context, and the intersection of humor and queerness in the film, concluding with reflections on its impact. In this conversation, the hosts delve into the film's narrative, exploring the arrival of Hubert, the violent events that unfold, and the complex character dynamics between Stanley, Paul, and Hubert. They analyze the film's cinematography, the portrayal of violence, and the underlying themes of love, betrayal, and revenge. The discussion also touches on the humor present in the film and its implications, culminating in a reflection on the legacy of the characters and their actions.Thirsty Thursdays, revenge theme, bedwetting, sleepwalking, video games, cult classic, queer studies, film analysis, character dynamics, humor, film analysis, Hubert, violence, character dynamics, humor, revenge, cinematic techniques, themes, movie review, storytelling Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Former camp counselor extraordinnaire Emma Wilkes is back with the guys to discuss a movie with one of the most notorious endings of all-time... Sleepaway Camp! Besides the obvious elephant in the room, they also discuss Aunt Martha's acting choices, the sex criminal chef, very short-shorts, a very fake moustache and much more. Next week: Not the Meg Ryan one. What We've Been Watching: Brendan: Filth Nathan: Dr. Goldfoot and the Girl Bombs Emma: Wrestlemania III Patreon: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠www.patreon.com/wwttpodcast⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ Facebook: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠www.facebook.com/wwttpodcast⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ Twitter: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠www.twitter.com/wwttpodcast⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ Instagram: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠www.instagram.com/wwttpodcast⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ Theme Song recorded by Taylor Sheasgreen: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠www.facebook.com/themotorleague⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ Logo designed by Mariah Lirette: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠www.instagram.com/its.mariah.xo⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ Montrose Monkington III: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠www.twitter.com/montrosethe3rd⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ Sleepaway Camp stars Felissa Rose, Jonathan Tiersten, Karen Fields, Mike Kellin, Katherine Kamhi and Christopher Collet; directed by Robert Hiltzik. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Daylight Savings Time and Aunt Martha's unexpected visit has the Anderson house in turmoil.Originally aired on September 21, 1950. This is episode 48 of Father Knows Best.Please email questions and comments to host@classiccomedyotr.com.Like us on Facebook at facebook.com/classiccomedyotr. Please share this podcast with your friends and family.You can also subscribe to our podcast on Spreaker.com, Spotify, iTunes, Stitcher, TuneIn, iHeartRadio, and Google podcasts.This show is supported by Spreaker Prime.

Remember what used to happen to the teenage girl from the Christian family who got pregnant? Maybe you don't, because you never heard in the first place that the girl was even pregnant. She just disappeared. . . usually halfway across the country to Aunt Martha's farm. Then, a year or two later, she'd reappear and life would go on as if nothing happened. That's the way it used to be in the church when a family was in crisis. If other people found out, a family was surrounded by judgment rather than grace. We deal with the fallout of that way of life when we find ourselves in crisis and our first thought is “What will other people think??” or “Who knows??” Consequently, we do all we can to cover up the crisis, deal with it quietly, and move on. But that's a horrible way to live and it's not the least bit helpful to our kids. It exposes the idolatry of our own hearts, sending the message that we're more concerned about what other people think of us, than the well-being of our kids.

Musician Larry Foley has acquired the guitar that was once owned by Dick Nolan, best known for his song Aunt Martha's Sheep

Hey Y'all! While we're OOO, we're replaying one of our favorite Season 2 episodes—this one's especially close to our hearts and dedicated to Courtney's sweet pup, Daisy, who recently passed away after a wonderful 18 years. She was the sweetest German shepherd/lab rescue mutt there ever was and she always showed it with her constant licking. We are so grateful to have had you in our lives Daisy. We know you and Lily are together feasting on chicken, dragging around dirty panties, and taking long walks.  After a particularly filthy intro, we catch up with Momma Ashley and Aunt Martha for a multi-generational chat about some of their favorite childhood memories of their Momma Martha May aka Ahmay. We'll also take a trip down memory lane with stories of our entertaining-obsessed grandmothers, childhood dinners, and the pressure to recreate the “perfect” Christmas.  So raise your Dirty Sis Martini in honor of Daisy and enjoy this classic Hey Sis moment packed with laughter, love, and a little bit of dog diarrhea. Love you, love your show! What you'll hear: What we've been cookin', who we've been entertainin', and any kitchen conundrums of the week... often in our Momma's Texas accent Chatting with siblings about what it was like around their dinner table growing up, favorite family recipes and stories that celebrate moms Interviews with celebrity chefs, restaurateurs, and culinary entrepreneurs about the influence and inspiration from their moms Weekly recipes from us and our guests posted out the Hey Sis, Eat This website - Website: https://www.heysiseatthis.com   - Recipes from our Us and Our Guests: https://www.heysiseatthis.com/our-recipes  - Call into the Hey Sis Hotline: 1-866-4 HEY SIS or 1-866-443-9747 - Email: hello@heysiseatthis.com   - Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/heysiseatthis/  - Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/heysiseatthis  - YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/@heysiseatthis 

Pull on your best cut off short shorts and let's head to camp! Angela and Ricky are sent to summer camp by Aunt Martha and kids start dropping like flies. Who's the killer? Will Mel be able to keep it all quiet? And did you see that famous ending coming? 

When journalist Natalie Zett received a mysterious family manuscript, she had no idea it would lead her to her long-lost Aunt Martha – a 19-year-old victim of the tragic 1915 Eastland disaster in Chicago. What began as a deeply personal quest to understand her aunt's story transformed into a mission to preserve the forgotten stories of over 800 souls lost that day. Through a combination of journalistic expertise, genealogical research, and what she calls "listening to the departed," Natalie shares how she's uncovering the human stories that have been overshadowed by the famous shipwreck. Listen as we explore how family history research can bridge generations, heal old wounds, and sometimes give voice to those whose stories are waiting to be told.Listen to Natalie's podcast at:FlowersInTheRiver.com〰️

Lately holiday gatherings that can feel like emotional minefields have been weighing heavy with a lot of my clients. Listen, I get it - there's Aunt Martha asking why you're not wearing a wig, your well-meaning mom hovering over every bite you take, and maybe those relatives who just can't stop giving their "expert" medical advice. We need to talk about this! Not just the surface stuff, but really dive into what's happening in our brains during these moments and why we react the way we do. In this episode, I'm sharing everything I've learned about taking back your power during these moments - from the incredible research of Dr. Tara Swart about how we're influenced by the five people closest to us (hello, holiday family tree!), to the practical tools I've developed through my own cancer journey. We're going to talk about real situations, real emotions, and real solutions that work, even when you're feeling overwhelmed. You've got more power than you realize, and I'm going to show you exactly how to tap into it, especially during those challenging family moments. Remember, you get to choose how you want to show up, no matter what anyone else brings to the table. So grab your favorite cozy drink, find a quiet spot, and let's dig into this together. Trust me, by the end of this episode, you'll have a whole new perspective on those holiday gatherings - and more importantly, on your own power to handle them.   What You'll Learn How your brain's amygdala influences emotional reactions during family gatherings The science behind why certain family members trigger stress responses Understanding and applying Dr. Tara Swart's People Tree concept Practical techniques for maintaining emotional boundaries during holidays How to integrate Laura Lummer's "Regroup" principle into family situations Science-based strategies for managing holiday stress as a cancer survivor   Key Topics Covered

A Humorous Victorian Ghost Story for Christmas Set against the charming backdrop of Cornwall's picturesque villages and folklore-filled hedges, "The Vicar's Ghost" by Lucy Farmer weaves a tale of intrigue and whimsy. During a Christmas visit, Lucy, her son Charley, and Aunt Martha become embroiled in a series of mysterious events at the vicarage. Charley's sighting of an enigmatic clergyman leads to Aunt Martha revealing a local legend of a vicar who died many years ago and whose ghost is said to return each year, accompanied by eerie disturbances. As a winter storm brews, the story transforms into a light-hearted romp, reminiscent of a Victorian-era adventure, with the community rallying to solve the mystery. Unraveling the tale, Lucy and her companions discover that apparitions might not be as supernatural as they seem, hinting at Victorian times being unexpectedly "progressive." The story unfolds with a blend of humor and suspense, reminiscent of a playful detective story. As secrets hidden as a silver sixpence in a Christmas pudding come to light, it becomes clear that truth is sometimes stranger—and more delightful—than fiction. The captivating conclusion leaves both the characters and readers pondering the charming complexities of reality and folklore. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Today Parents is tackling this same topic this week—and our listeners' advice is quoted! Moms are challenging the idea that they are the sole keepers of holiday ‘magic' It's hard not to feel like we've got to be doing ALL the things at the holidays, especially when social media tells us we should be. Here are some tips for taking perspective at the holidays and operating in "high magic, low effort" mode. Co-hosts Amy Wilson and Margaret Ables discuss: pre-gaming with your (older) kids about the preferred responses to less-preferred gifts starting with what family members really do love most about the holidays (their answers will surprise you) why you don't have to go the Nutcracker, or lights at the zoo, or Aunt Martha's house, this year, let alone every year SNL's "Christmas Morning" sketch: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FOVCtUdaMCU Read all of our listeners' great advice on the original Facebook thread... and here, as promised, is Amy's recipe for the Italian pepper cookies that seem to be unique to northeast Pennsylvania... Italian Pepper Cookies (makes about 72 cookies, more if they're small) 1/2 cup Crisco  2 cups of milk or water (or more if needed) If dough is really sticky you can add a little bit more of milk 1/2 lb. raisins  1 cup cocoa 2 1/2 cups sugar 4 tbsp. baking powder 7 cups of flour (add more if needed) 1 1/2 tsps. cinnamon 1 1/2 tsps. cloves (not whole) 1 1/2 tsp. vanilla 1 1/2 tsps. black pepper (if you don't want them too spicy, you can cut back on the pepper, I never do though) Optional, you can add nuts or I've seen people add chocolate chips too. We aren't big nut eaters, so I've never made them with nuts. Preheat oven to 375 Cream sugar and Crisco together in a bowl  In a different bowl, sift together all the dry ingredients. Add sifted dry ingredients to creamed sugar and Crisco alternately with milk. Mix well. It will be very sticky, it's easier to work with your hands. I usually coat my hands with some Pam to be able to work the dough. Add your raisins and mix it up more.  Using your hands, take enough dough to roll a small ball (my mom likes them big, I like them smaller) Place cookie balls on your cookie trays (I usually fit around 16 on a tray, all depends on the size of your cookie balls)  Bake in oven for 8-10 minutes. Icing: 2 cups confectioner's sugar 1 to 2 tablespoons milk 1/2 teaspoon butter splash vanilla For icing: Mix together all ingredients, adding milk until achieving creamy consistency, not stiff. When cookies are slightly cooled, top with icing. Sign up for the What Fresh Hell newsletter! Once a month you'll get our favorite recent episodes, plus links to other things to read and watch and listen to, and upcoming special events: http://eepurl.com/h8ze3z We love the sponsors that make this show possible! You can always find all the special deals and codes for all our current sponsors on our website: https://www.whatfreshhellpodcast.com/p/promo-codes/ What Fresh Hell is co-hosted by Margaret Ables and Amy Wilson. Christmas, Hanukkah, Kwanzaa, Santa, Elf on the Shelf, gift exchange, holiday, holiday shopping, holiday gifts, mom friends, funny moms, parenting advice, parenting experts, parenting tips, mothers, families, parenting skills, parenting strategies, parenting styles, busy moms, self-help for moms, manage kid's behavior, teenager, toddler, holiday recipes Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Paul and Rose commit themselves to each otherby senor longo. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected.CHAPTER 5We had a wonderful time at the cookout. Rose and I rocked slowly in the hammock for more than an hour until it was time for lunch. After that I decided it was time to play ball with Eric. I pulled my glove from the truck and threw with him until he tired. Rose and I teamed up for horseshoes, beating our parents three times before throwing a game to Eric and Mary. Eric, at thirteen, was a year older than Mary. They liked each other, but I doubted that they'd ever love each other the way Rose and I did. I helped to cook the steaks for dinner then Rose and I were dismissed. We were free to go for our date.Rose opted for miniature golf so we brought Eric and Mary with us. It was a tight squeeze in the truck, but we made it work. I paid for ice cream sundaes after, then we took them home; Rose and I headed for the beach. We found several others around a bonfire. They were all kids like us who we knew either from school or the neighborhood. We said our “hello's” then walked down the beach for some privacy, although I still had no idea what to do about Rose's screaming.We stripped each other, then lay down to hold and touch each other. We were there more than a half hour when Rose shifted position, moving down to take my cock into her mouth. “Oh no; only if I get to take care of you, too.” I pulled her around until we were in the classic “69” position. My tongue found her wet and hot. Juice gushed from within her fountain. Rose's tongue and lips found my organ hard and oozing pre-cum at a fantastic rate. Seconds later we were into each other as never before; as starving people at a grand feast. I licked Rose's silky thighs, marveling that anything could be so soft and smooth. When I reached her labia I combined licking with sucking and nibbling. I could feel her react on my cock. My hands found her firm breasts and her hard wrinkled nipples as my tongue entered her. Her body thrashed on mine. Only a hand, quickly moved to one of her ass cheeks, held her in place.Rose had begun at my tip slowly and carefully licking the oozing pre-cum from my urethra. She then licked around the head several times before engulfing my organ with her mouth and sucking for all she was worth. Her mouth fucked me just as my tongue fucked her. We kept it up for more than ten minutes until I sucked her clit into my mouth. I could feel the spasm running through her body. It went on and on for almost a minute. I could only assume she was experiencing one orgasm after another. Her scream began just as I came, flooding her mouth with semen. It was the only thing we'd done so far that had silenced her. Finally, it abated and we lay still. I pulled her up to hold and caress her face. “I love you so much, Rose; more than I could ever tell you.” I looked into her face to see that she was out cold. I shook her gently until she stirred. We kissed and dressed then walked back to the fire. We sat and chatted with our friends; half an hour later we went home. I took Rose to my house where we cleaned up and watched some TV before I took her home. Both families were still there so I grabbed a beer and we joined them in the back yard. The party ended around one.School was hectic once Memorial Day passed. Rose and I were both enrolled in college-prep level courses which meant we would take special exams developed by the New York State Board of Regents, more commonly known as “Regents Exams.” There was tight security on the exams and everyone in the state had to take them at the same time. As a junior I'd have a heavy load; English, Spanish 3, American History, Chemistry, and Advanced Algebra. As a Freshman Rose would only have to deal with Elementary Algebra and Biology; she was in an advanced level program in science.We were both excellent students, near the top of our classes. Her dad was a PhD physicist; mine was a PhD biologist. They had extremely high expectations for us. We studied like crazy, but still found time for each other. We were always careful to use a condom. Neither of us wanted to create a problem and our religious beliefs meant that an abortion was out of the question. Also, I loved Rose so much that I'd never want her to be hurt or embarrassed. We finished the year strongly. I had an average of 94.3; Rose earned a 94.7. I started work at the golf course the following day.I was really busy between the golf course and my lawn mowing business. Mr. Gentile taught me how to use the tractor mowers, how to mow the greens, and to use insecticides. In fact, I'd take the state applicators license test and pass it by mid-summer. It was a breeze after taking a full year of chemistry. As time passed my work hours were increased so I passed half of my customers off to Brian. I kept those in my immediate neighborhood and, because Brian used my mower, gas, and tools, he paid me a dollar per lawn. I also took any complaints because they were my customers and I was responsible. Fortunately, Brian was also responsible so complaints were few.Mr. Gentile had given me Sunday and Monday as days off. I spent most of Sunday with Rose, first at church and later most days at the beach. We made love almost every night. I went through condoms by the dozen. Then, one night in early August, I got a surprise. We were on the beach and I reached for one. “No, Paul; you won't need one, not any more. I talked Mom into letting me get the birth control pill. I've been on it for a month. Now we can really feel each other. Isn't that great?”“Yeah, but it also means that your mom and dad know what we're doing so my parents know, too. I think I'm about to be killed.”“No you won't, Paul; both our moms have known for more than two months. Mine guessed after that first night you came in with me back in May. Remember how glassy-eyed I was when I went into the bathroom? We had a long chat once school was out. She had already made the appointment for my gynecologist. She swore me to secrecy until tonight so it would be a real surprise. Of course, your mom knows, but I know my dad doesn't. Mom said he wouldn't understand. He still thinks of me as a little girl. Isn't that funny; someone who wears a 34-C bra a little girl? I can barely wear a C-cup any more. I think Mom will buy me some D's once school starts again. Oh, Paul I'm so sorry. All I'm doing is talking when both of us want to do something else. I guess I'm just nervous.”I silenced her with a quick kiss and whispered, “I'm sure I'm just as nervous as you are besides I love to listen to your voice; even when you aren't making any sense.” Rose waited a second before she began to giggle. It wasn't long before I joined her and the two of us were laughing like crazy. Somehow we managed to undress each other while we laughed.“Paul, can we do it some different way?”“What would you like to do?”“How do animals do it?”I'm pretty sure that's called ‘doggie' for obvious reasons. You need to be on hands and knees facing away from me. I'm sure this would be a lot better on a bed, but that's out of the question for now. Tell me if the rocks hurt your knees, okay?”“I promise, but I just remembered something else my mom told me. She's a screamer like me, but she doesn't have orgasm after orgasm like I do. She told me I was really lucky, but I already knew that. I'm lucky to have you, especially after thinking you were my cousin all those years.”“I don't want to start an argument, especially as we're about to make love, but I think I'm incredibly lucky. Not only are you gorgeous and brilliant, but you're sexy as hell and your body; . Well, just let me tell you how many guys at school would have tried to maul your breasts if I hadn't threatened to beat the living hell out of them.”Rose turned to face me. “Did you really do that, Paul?”“More times than I care to admit, but now everyone knows you're taken. Only a fool would touch you now. Even idiotic Ryan knows better than to even open his big mouth. So, why are we still talking?” I rubbed my naked cock into her slit. It was a new and foreign experience for both of us. I leaned forward to hold Rose, the person I loved most as my rock-hard erection slid into her. It took a bit of effort, but within fifteen seconds my balls swung against her abdomen.“Mind if I try something else new, Rose? I red about this in the Playboy Advisor, too.” I moistened my index finger in her slit and rubbed it into her puckered anus.“Oh, Paul I never thought you'd do anything there.”“If what I red was accurate, you have many more nerve endings there than in your cunt and we both know how you react to that being stimulated. Shall I push my finger in?”“It felt pretty good when you touched it, but I don't think I'm quite ready. Are you angry with me?”I leaned forward to kiss her ear. That always tickled her. “I'm not angry, darling. I never want to do anything you're not comfortable with. Now, shall we see how this works out?” I placed one hand on each breast and thrust into Rose with increasing pace and intensity. My fingers worried her sensitive areolas and her hardened nipples as my cock moved into and out of her. I had to admit; feeling her on my skin was nothing less than fantastic. The heat; the wetness; the grip of her muscles on me were beyond comparison.My abdomen picked up the tiny vibrations of her orgasm through my contact with her butt. The terms “vaginal orgasm” and “multi-orgasmic” were foreign to me, but if there were ever pictures next to them in the dictionary they would be of Rose. She once told me that she had counted twelve separate orgasms during one of our couplings. Another time she described only one that lasted more than ten minutes and increased in intensity, ending only when I had cum.Now I was actually going to cum within her and it was going to be sooner rather than later. I reached for her clit just as I blew my first thick rope of semen into her. “Oh Paul; I can feel it. It's so hot and there's so much of it.” I collapsed onto her back, my arms around her waist holding us closely until I realized something was wrong.“Rose, what happened? Why didn't you scream?”“I did, but this blocked it.” She showed me a small hand towel that had been rolled into a cylinder. “It's a secret my mom showed me. I stuffed it into my mouth just before I felt it.”“I don't know. I kind of liked the scream. I always knew I'd done well by you.”“Paul, darling, you never have to worry about that. I thought I knew what an orgasm was from when I masturbated, but I was wrong. There's nothing like the ones you give me.”I pulled her back to me and we lay on the blanket for more than an hour. Rose had played with my slimy cock the entire time and, naturally, it responded. I had been hard for more than fifteen minutes when Rose decided she needed me again. Up she went to straddle me. Her hand guided me to her. I watched myself disappear into her slender body. Rose carefully placed the towel by my head as she began to rock. I reflected on how far she had come in only five months. She had gone from a demure virgin to a sexual animal who wasn't the least bit hesitant to act on her needs and desires.I moved up for a kiss, grappling her breasts and squeezing them firmly as we moved toward our orgasms. I had been surprised to learn how rough Rose liked her sex. She loved having her nipples grabbed and twisted and even bitten. Along the same vein she loved my teeth on her sensitive clit. Of course, we both knew I'd never hurt her, but a little pain made the whole experience so much more enjoyable and so much more intense for her.Tonight was no exception; I worked her nipples with my fingers until she leaned forward, her intentions perfectly clear; bite me! She came so hard I could actually feel her squirt onto my body. It exploded from her like a fire hose, running off my body onto the blanket. This blanket had been washed more often in the past four months than it had in the past four years. Now it would need to be washed again. Luckily, Mom knew about us and had apparently approved. She never said a word about our relationship and I knew she wouldn't say a word about it now. She would wash the blanket with a smile and place it on my bed so we could use it again tomorrow night.Once Rose had recovered I pulled her up and into the water. Long Island Sound was usually calm and the tide was high tonight. Swimming at low tide in the dark could be dangerous. Not only were there fair sized rocks to trip over, but I'd actually swum into a few in the dark. It was a shocking and dangerous experience, believe me. We waded slowly into the water, our hands swirling through tiny bioluminescent jellyfish-like organisms in the shallow warm water.This wasn't our first time skinny dipping. My mom had teased me mercilessly the first time I had walked in with wet hair and clothes. She knew all too well that my bathing suit was upstairs in my dresser. She also knew that Rose and I were making love almost daily so our nudity with each other was a non-issue. Our only concern was to get Rose home after her father had gone to bed. We held each other in the chest deep water and washed our secretions from our bodies. I knew exactly what Rose was thinking when she rubbed her pubis into my leg. “Not tonight; I doubt I could get it up again no matter what you do.”“Oh; want to bet?”“No! I have to get you home. Remember, I have to be up by 5:00 tomorrow morning so I need to be in bed like a half hour ago.”“Okay, let's go.” She led me out and we dried each other using the other side of the blanket as best we could. We were back in the truck ten minutes later and home ten minutes after that. My mother took one look at me and smiled. She laughed when she saw the blanket under my arm.“Don't worry I'll have it ready for you by tomorrow night.” I waved my thanks en route to the shower and bed.I noticed early on that Mr. Gentile was spending much more time with me than with any of the other employees. Initially, I thought it was due to my inexperience and newness to the situation, but as time passed I thought he must have some other motivation. I never asked; I assumed he'd tell me when he was ready. I only knew that I learned a lot that first summer. It was hard work, but that was okay with me. I enjoyed working outside and I especially enjoyed seeing things grow. All the same I was looking forward to school; my senior year and the football season.Practice began the third week of August from 5:00 to 7:00 five evenings a week. Rose came with me every time even though it meant that I'd have to drive home, eat a quick meal after showering then drive back to Port Jefferson High to dress for practice. We rarely wore pads for these practices. Most of the guys weren't in good enough condition when practice started and the heat could be oppressive, even in the early evening. After practice I'd shower and rush out to be with Rose. Practice went well. As expected I was first string fullback on offense and first string middle linebacker on defense. I was looking forward to having a great year.I learned over Labor Day weekend what Mr. Gentile had in mind. He explained everything to me and asked for my opinion. He asked to speak with my parents when we were done. I made arrangements once I had a long talk with Rose. He came to our house at ten on Labor Day morning. “Mom; Dad, you know Mr. Gentile. He wants to talk to us about my future.”“Okay, Paul, but why is Rose here for this?”“I'll explain that once Mr. Gentile is done, okay?”“I think you know that I'm Superintendent at St. George's Country Club. I'm also 59 years old and I hope to retire in another six years at 65. I asked Paul to work for me this summer because I thought he'd make a good replacement for me.”“We think he should go to college.”“Yes, so do I; would you be surprised to know that I'm a Cornell grad? Cornell is an interesting university. Part of it is public and part private. The public part began as an agricultural school although these days one can study anything he or she wants. I think Paul will tell you that I spent a lot of time with him this summer. I also made sure that the Club Board met and interacted with Paul. They like him as much as I do.“So, here's the deal: the Club will pay all of Paul's expenses at Cornell. They have an excellent program in turf management. Once he graduates he'll work a year as my assistant at $20,000 plus benefits. The following year he'll take over and make $30,000. Over the next two years his salary will increase to $40,000 which is what I'll earn my final year. You seem surprised. There's a lot of responsibility in my job and there's a lot of money at the Club. Of course, all this will be put into a contract to protect Paul's interest. The Club would expect Paul to work there for a minimum of five years.”“How do you know he'll be accepted at Cornell? That's a pretty good school, isn't it?”“Yes, it is, but Paul will have my recommendation as well as that of the entire Board. I should point out that the Club has donated more than $100,000 to the University over the past five years and will donate another $50,000 before Paul graduates. Trust me; he will be accepted.”We talked it out over the next hour and a half. Everyone voiced their opinions except for Rose. Her turn would come later. Ultimately, we agreed. I liked the opportunity. I enjoyed working with my hands and with growing things. I hated the idea of working in a laboratory like my dad did. It didn't hurt that I'd earn much more than the government paid him, too. Mr. Gentile left around 11:30. Now the discussion became serious.“Mom; Dad, I know you're wondering why Rose was here for this. Now you'll know. I asked her to marry me last night. Next June, once I've graduated, Rose and I will marry. She'll come to Ithaca with me. We can't stand the thought of being apart for two days let alone ten months. Back when we began dating I told you, Mom, that I loved Rose and that I was in it for the long haul. Now you know that I'm in and have been in love with Rose for quite a while and by ‘long haul' I meant forever.”Rose spoke for the first time. “When we first began seeing each other Mom thought I was thrilled to have a real date. The truth is that I was thrilled to have a date with Paul. I thought I was a freak. I was in love with my own cousin. Aunt Martha; Uncle Stan, I've been head over heels in love with Paul for more than two years. I loved him as a cousin when I was a kid then that changed. I love him more than anything now. To be away from him would kill me. We promised ourselves to each other months ago. I want to be with Paul; forever.”“Where will you live, Paul?”“If we have to we can use a small cabin on the golf course grounds. I've already cleared it with the Board President. We'd prefer to stay here with you while we're home, but if that's not possible we'll stay there. It's small, basically two rooms and a bathroom. It does have a double bed which will be a relief after having sex on the beach for the past five months. That's right, Dad; Rose and I have made love almost every night.”“And I was the one who pushed for it, Uncle Stan. Paul didn't want to push or rush me, but I wanted Paul more than anything. I pushed him, but I don't have to push him any longer. We anticipate a problem with my father who thinks I'm still nine, but we will be together whatever happens.” I had never seen Rose so determined. She had incredible internal strength. The matter was settled when my mom rose and came over to hug and kiss us. Dad followed a moment later. We had their blessing. We were both relieved. Now all we had to deal with was her parents, especially her father who was known to sometimes be high-strung, even irrational.CHAPTER 6We ate lunch with my family and I could tell from my mom's expression that she'd be on the phone as soon as we left to speak with Rose's parents. I knew her mom would be with us, but I was worried by what her father would say; and do. We hugged my parents and walked out the door. I knew Rose was nervous. She had my hand in a death grip. Three minutes later we pulled into her driveway. As expected Aunt Celia was just hanging up the phone. She had a smile on her face.We asked to speak with both of them and Rose began. “Mom; Dad, Paul and I want to speak with you about something important. Paul asked me to marry him last night and I agreed.” She paused here for a reaction; there was none so she continued. “We want to marry when Paul graduates from high school. He has just received a full scholarship to Cornell. I want to go with him and continue high school there. He also has an offer of an excellent job once he graduates.”I looked at Uncle Carl and could see that he was fuming. “What are you two thinking? Are you even thinking at all? This is the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard. I absolutely forbid it.”“Why, Daddy? I love Paul and he loves me.”“Why; because you're cousins; that's why!”“But we're not cousins. We're not related at all. I may call you Uncle Carl and Aunt Celia, but the fact is that we're not related in any way. There's no reason why we can't get married.”“I don't care about your smug answers. I think you should leave. I forbid you to see Rose again.”“With all due respect, Uncle Carl, we're both eighteen. Legally we're adults. You don't have the ability or right to deny us.”“I have the ability to throw you out of my house, don't I?”“Don't I have a say in this, Carl? I would think so inasmuch as this house is half mine. Paul; stay where you are. I'll be right back.” Aunt Celia walked to the kitchen; we heard a brief discussion on the phone. She was back in less than a minute.“Well, what are we waiting for now?”“You'll see in a minute, Carl. Really; you should get your head out of your lab once in a while. If you did you would have noticed how much these two are in love. I actually envy them.”“Well, I don't think they should get serious. Bad things can happen.”“Like what?”“They could be caught kissing by the police.” We all laughed. We couldn't help ourselves. There were hardly any police in our area and kissing was mild compared to what we've been doing. “What the hell was that all about?”Rose spoke to answer, “Daddy, Paul and I kiss every day and we do a lot more than that, too. Don't think that Paul has forced me to do anything. It was the other way around. I wanted to become physical with him and he resisted until I made him. Even then he made me wait until we were both sure I was ready.”“Ready? Ready for what?”“To make love, Daddy. Paul and I make love every day; every single day.” His reaction was immediate. He was out of his chair and raced across the room to hit me. Unfortunately for him, Uncle Carl is small and puny compared to me. He raised his hand, but I trapped his arm before he could swing his fist at me. My mother walked in the door, shocked at what she was seeing.“Carl! What the hell are you doing? Sit down this instant and let's discuss this like responsible adults.” I had never seen my mother so angry. Uncle Carl backed off and returned to his chair.“Do you have any idea what these two have been doing? What would happen if Rose became pregnant?”“If she became pregnant they'd just get married sooner and we'd have a lovely grandchild, but that's not going to happen. Fortunately, Celia does pay attention to what's going on around here.”“Yes, Carl, Rose has been on the pill since the end of June and before that Paul insisted that they always use a condom even stopping Rose one time from having sex without one.”“How do you know all this? How do you know this is even true?”“If you took the time to talk with your children once in a while you'd understand. Rose and I talk often. I noticed a very special look on her face one night when Paul brought her home. If you think a bit you'll remember that night, too. I woke you up and we; .”“Celia! Please!”“Oh, Carl, get a grip. You think nobody here knows we have occasional sex? Did the stork bring our two kids? Please, yourself! I woke you up and we fucked like we haven't in months; and if you continue this idiotic argument we won't for another several months.”“But, this just isn't right.”“Daddy, maybe you'd prefer that I get involved with someone who would abuse me; maybe even hurt me.”“No; of course not.”“I want you to remember when I was sick. Who came to visit me every single day; every single day, Daddy? It wasn't you. Sometimes I didn't see you for days, but I saw Paul every single day. He always kissed my forehead then red for at least an hour. I laugh when I think of some of the things he red.”“I don't know; I really enjoyed Nancy Drew and some of those romances were; .” Rose silenced me with a kiss. Then she spoke again.“I thought I was a freak, Daddy, because I was madly in love with my cousin. Then I learned that Paul wasn't my cousin, after all. I can't tell you how thrilled I was. Some boys would have taken advantage of me because I was so naïve and inexperienced, but not Paul. He always treated me with dignity and respect. We want you to accept us, Daddy, but even if you don't I am going to marry Paul. I. AM. GOING. TO. MARRY. PAUL!” She linked her arm into mine, holding me as though she'd never let me go and I guess that was the message. We all sat there silently waiting for a reaction. Finally, Uncle Carl decided to speak.“Okay. I still have some concerns, but it is your life.” I breathed a sigh of relief. Rose turned my head with her finger and gave me an incredible kiss. I hugged Aunt Celia and Mom and held my hand out for Uncle Carl. He thought about it for a few seconds before smiling and taking it in his. “I'm sorry about earlier. I'm glad I didn't actually hit you.” He must have been delusional. He was never going to hit me. I took Rose's hand and we walked out back to the hammock where we relaxed for the rest of the afternoon. We kissed and talked quietly until it was dinner when we learned that we were all going out for a celebration.We went to the beach the following day. I always found it amazing that the beach died right after Labor Day even though the weather was still great. This would be our last day free. School always began on the Wednesday after Labor Day and I was looking forward to my senior year. This year I'd also drive Eric to school. He was beginning ninth grade. I would have much enjoyed having Rose to myself, but I'd have her after football practice and that would have to do.Our first game was on Saturday against Riverhead, another central school that pulled students from roughly twenty local elementary districts. We always had trouble with them, but not this year. I led the way for our star halfback Elmer Morris, repeatedly opening holes in their defense. Elmer ran for more than 150 yards and two touchdowns. Even I had one on a fake run right and pass left. I was all alone in the corner of the end zone. Rose met me with our parents and Eric and Mary who looked like they were getting along unusually well. I reminded myself to ask Rose about it later.We won our second game a week later at Huntington. Once again I opened holes in the line for Elmer and starred on defense with eight tackles and a fumble recovery. I was looking forward to having an outstanding year. I had taken Wednesday morning off from school to sign my agreement with St. George's Country Club after Dad's lawyer had reviewed it. I felt great knowing that my future was secure. I returned to school in time to meet Rose for lunch and prep for Saturday's game with Deer Park.We built an early lead using the same formula we'd used in the first two games. We were on defense in the second quarter with a 21-0 lead when I moved to fill a hole on the right side of their line. I was engaged in a block with their tackle when I was cut-blocked by their halfback who dove for my knee. It was an illegal block that had been seen by the officials as well as both coaches. More than illegal, it was an intentional dirty play. I knew in an instant that I was badly hurt. I could hear as well as feel the cracking in my knee and leg. I went down and I didn't get up. Both coaches and the doctor rushed onto the field. The pain was incredible; almost enough to make me pass out; but I could hear the Deer Park coach screaming at his halfback. He was removed from the game and told to turn in his uniform. I looked down at my right leg; no leg was ever meant to bend in the direction mine had taken. Even worse, I could see my uniform pants turning red; I was bleeding, apparently badly.There's always an ambulance at football games and now I knew why. It drove onto the field and I was loaded onto a gurney and taken away to the hospital. Port Jefferson has had a hospital for years and from what I've been told it was pretty good. A few years ago the state opened a new university almost next door in Stony Brook. The following year a medical school and teaching hospital were also opened. That's where I was headed now.I was still conscious, but barely, when they wheeled me into the emergency room. The team doctor had given me something for the pain and I was really woozy. I was only there for a few minutes while they cut my treasured uniform from my body then I was whisked into an operating room. By then my parents had arrived and had signed the necessary permissions.It was dark when I woke; my leg up in what I later learned was traction, an IV in my arm. I was still pretty much out of it, but I could hear crying. I knew in an instant that it was Rose. “Don't cry, Rose,” I whispered. She jumped up in a flash to hold my head and smother me with kisses. “What's the diagnosis? Do you know?”She ran out to the hall to fetch my mother, sat again and told me everything she knew, “It's a good thing they brought you here. The doctor told us you could have lost your leg without the proper treatment.”“You'll be in a cast for ten weeks, Paul,” Mom said, “then you'll need physical therapy. I'm sorry, but your athletic career is over. Everyone was here, but Uncle Carl and Aunt Celia took Eric and Mary home earlier. Dad had to go home, too. He has to go to work tomorrow; something about cyclotron scheduling. Rose has refused to leave you. She's been here in your room ever since you were brought back from the OR.”I weakly extended my hand; Rose took it and held it to her face. “Oh, Paul I was so worried.” She hesitated when I groaned in pain. “I'll get the nurse. I'll bet you have to go, too.” She leaned down to kiss me and then she was off. Rose returned a few minutes later with one of the nurses who gave me a shot; morphine. I was out like a light seconds later, but first I told Rose how much I loved her as I pissed into a portable urinal.To be continued in part 4. by senor longo for Sex Stories.

Paul Loves Rose: Part 1Paul loves Rose. Rose loves Paul. Problem is they're cousins; or are they?by senor longo. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected.Introduction:This story takes place in the 1960's in rural Long Island, NY. It's the story of two “relatives” who become a lot more than friends. NOTE: Some of the terms used would be politically incorrect today, but were appropriate then. Paul is a popular student who gets all the pussy he can handle. He knows though that a much slower approach is needed with his naïve "cousin" Rose.CHAPTER 1It had been a long hard day made even longer and harder when my mower ran out of gas. Now I'd be late to the dance. There weren't many at the nearby church so they were pretty special. I had rushed through my dinner, much to the annoyance of my mother, and ran upstairs into the shower. Five minutes later I was dressing in my navy blazer, a white button-down shirt, striped tie, and grey flannel slacks. A quick combing and my hair was as ready as it was going to be. I kissed Mom, waved to Dad, and was out the door to my truck. Twenty minutes later I was searching in vain for a parking spot. Finally, after another ten minutes I found one; across the street and a block away. I walked hurriedly back to the large brick building.It appeared that I had arrived just in time. Rose was backed up against a wall as some bruiser who looked to be about ten years older was peering down her dress. I could see the terror in her eyes. Rose and I are the same age; eighteen; but she's really naïve. She should be a junior like me, but she's only a freshman. She's not stupid, on the contrary. She was terribly sick for more than a year and a half when she was eight and nine so she missed two whole years of school. She's better now, thank God. Now, all I have to do is rescue her.I walked up with a huge smile on my face, stepping right between the gorilla and Rose. “Hi, hun; sorry I'm late.” I kissed her cheek as I took her hand. “C'mon, let's dance.” I pulled her away before her erstwhile suitor could react. He may have been twice my size, but I'd bet I had twice the IQ. I wrapped my arms around Rose and pulled her close, wondering if she'd say anything about the proximity of our bodies; she did.“Kind of close for cousins, Paul; wouldn't you say?” Rose raised an eyebrow.“Yeah, but; we're actually not quite cousins.” I clarified.“What does that mean; not quite cousins?”“Essentially, we're not cousins. We're not related. Care to have me explain?”“Yes, I'm confused.” Rose said with a bewildered look. Confused was good. She hadn't moved that luscious body with its big round breasts and that sweet firm ass away from the straining erection that was pointing down my left leg.“Okay; let's go back a few years. I've always called your mom ‘Aunt Celia' and you've always called mine ‘Aunt Martha,' okay, so far?” She nodded. “I call your dad ‘Uncle Carl' and you call mine ‘Uncle Stan.” If we're related how come we've never seen each other at family gatherings?To be real cousins one of your parents and one of my parents would have to be siblings; you know, like brothers or sisters; but you're never at any of our family functions and I've never been to any of yours. I asked my mom about it last year.”“Okay; so what did she say?”“She said that she and your mom grew up next door to each other in Queens and were best friends all through school. They were so close that when they married and had kids it was natural to have them call each other aunt and uncle, especially when our dads got jobs at the Lab.”“I don't believe it.”“Okay, how about a bet?” The music had stopped, but we were still dancing. I loved it. “If I'm right I'll pick you up next Friday night at seven for a date; a movie and ice cream after.”“And if I'm right?”“I'll pick you up at seven next Friday night, but not for a date. We'll do whatever you want instead.” She leaned back a bit and held her hand out to shake. I kissed her cheek instead.“Oh, thanks for the rescue. He was getting pretty obnoxious.”“I noticed. It was the least I could do for my girlfriend.” She laughed then realized we were the only ones dancing and walked off the floor with me following closely behind.I had always loved Rose, even back to when we were both six. That was when we moved into the same neighborhood; my family from Oak Ridge, Tennessee and theirs from Alamogordo, New Mexico. My dad and hers had taken jobs at the Brookhaven National Lab in nearby Upton out in rural Suffolk County, Long Island. It was a real reunion for our moms and the first time our families had met. Rose and I hit it off right away, especially because she was a real tomboy. She could actually pass, catch, and kick a football better than I could until I made it to junior high and was almost as good at baseball and basketball, too. By then she'd been sick and held back. I still saw her every day in school. Our small community had a K thru 8 school. In ninth grade we all went to Port Jefferson High about twenty miles away.Back then it was a familial love; the kind one has for a brother or sister, or even a cousin; but over the years it had grown in a different direction. I'd kept it a secret for several years, but; no longer. As time passed we'd both grown into young adults. I was now 6 feet, 2 inches weighing an even 200 pounds. I played football; linebacker and fullback; and baseball; center field; on the Port Jeff varsity until my lawn mowing business took precedence in the spring. I had a muscular build, my body developed by years of lifting weights and working out in our basement. I worked almost every day during the summer mowing lawns and doing yard work. I had twenty lawns that I mowed weekly at seven dollars each. Most of my clients rounded up to an even ten for a much appreciated tip. I earned between $150 and $200 a week which was pretty decent money at the time. I was saving for college even though I was hoping for some kind of scholarship.Rose had also grown up; into a beautiful young woman. Rose stood 5 feet, 8 inches, and if I had to guess; maybe, 115 pounds. She had a gorgeous body, the kind that made my classmates drool. Only my threats of a severe beating had saved her from being pawed repeatedly. I knew she had never been on even a single date. Her illness had made her extremely shy and her parents were overly protective. She was fine with me, but most other guys terrified her. Rose had the kind of black hair that looked reddish under certain kinds of light. She wore it short, exposing her slender graceful neck. Rose had the most delightful brown eyes and a cute slender nose over full sensual lips.We had a great time at the dance, probably dancing more than sixty percent of the fast ones and all the slow ones. I especially loved the slow ones. I thought that Rose had already figured out that we weren't real cousins; she moved really close to my body. I was sure she could feel my thick erection, but she never pushed away. We left at eleven, driving to the local soda fountain where I treated to banana splits. Rose had hers with three flavors I wouldn't ever consider. Me; I loved every flavor of ice cream so long as it was chocolate. We joined another couple from school and had a wonderful time. We left at 11:45 so I could get her home by midnight.I parked the truck and walked her to the door. “Want to come in, Paul?” Rose offered.“Thanks, Rose, but I have a really busy day tomorrow. Mr. Eaton is putting in a stone wall and I'm helping him. He promised me $50 for the day so I have to be ready to work. Good night, Rose. I had a great time.” I leaned in to kiss her cheek, but she turned her head at the last second. My lips touched hers briefly. It was like a bolt of lightning passed between us. She noticed it, too. Her eyes showed her shock. I waited until she was inside before driving the five blocks to our house.Once in the house Rose walked into the living room to speak with her mother. Her dad always went to bed at eleven; her younger brother Eric was always in bed and sound asleep by ten. “Mom, can I ask you something?”“Of course, Rose; how was the dance?”“Oh, it was wonderful.” Rose said with a dreamy happiness. “Paul rescued me from some big guy who was getting nasty with me. He pretended he was my boyfriend. ““Oh, good for him!” Mom was relieved. “Paul's always looked out for you.”“Oh, mom; while we were dancing he told me that we weren't really cousins. Is that true, Mom?”“It is true that our families are not related by blood, but Martha and I are closer than most sisters are. We might as well be related.”“Okay; so; then; we're not really cousins, at all; are we?”“No, even though you might as well be.”“Then I should tell you that I have a date Friday night.”“Oh? Who with?” Mom asked while yawning.“With Paul, Mom. We had a bet and I lost, but I'm kind of glad. Does that make any sense?”Her mom smiled then responded, “Yes, dear; it does. Now let's get to bed, shall we?”CHAPTER 2: Paul's MorningMy parents were both in bed when I got home so my usual inquisition took place at breakfast the following morning. I told them I'd had a wonderful time and that I had a date Friday night. “Do we know her, Paul,” my mother asked.“Yes, Mom it's with Rose.” I went on to tell about the bet. I could see my mother thinking as I spoke.“I hope you plan to be a gentleman, Paul. I don't want to see her hurt in any way.”“Yes, Mom, you know I will and I'd never hurt Rose. You know I love her.” She did, but not in the way I meant. I excused myself and ran out the door, looking forward to a hard day's work. Mom didn't like me skipping church, but knew it was for a good reason.I saw Rose on Monday morning when I picked her up for the ride to school. It was better than waiting for the bus and a lot quicker, too. She seemed unusually happy this morning. She spilled the beans even before I had the chance to ask her. “We have a date, Paul. I can't wait; a real date.” I reached across the bench seat to squeeze her hand. Next thing I knew she slid across to sit next to me. I could see how thrilled she was. I held her hand almost all the way to school; except when I needed two hands to drive and shift gears. I gave her a brief peck on the lips once we were at school. This became a daily routine.Friday night I was at her door at 7:00 sharp. Aunt Celia answered the door and invited me in. “My goodness, Paul; Rose has been looking forward to this all week. She's been on cloud nine. I hope you have a good time.”“I'm sure we will, Aunt Celia. We always enjoy each other's company. I'll have her home by twelve.”“I think we can make it one, Paul. I don't want to stand in the way of you two enjoying yourselves.” I heard a noise and turned to see Rose descending the staircase. She looked beautiful; even more than usual. I took her hand and led her out to my truck. My truck; it was a 1952-53 Ford. I got it at a junk yard. Most of the parts were from a '52, but some, like the seats, the bed, and the transmission were from a 1953. They were basically the same and the price was great; $100!We drove all the way to Port Jefferson Station, named, no doubt, for its proximity to the older town of Port Jefferson and the end-of-the-line station of the Long Island Rail Road's northern spur. We sat in the theater balcony and held hands while we sipped our Cokes and nibbled popcorn. About half way through the movie I put my arm around her shoulders; I was extremely pleased that she didn't object at all. After the movie we drove down the hill to Grammas' for ice cream, exactly as I had promised. It was still early so I drove us to the north shore beach. We sat in the parking lot overlooking the beach and Long Island Sound beyond. The moon's reflection glistened over the tiny waves.We sat quietly, just watching the water. Normally, I'd be making out with my hand up my date's skirt, but this was Rose. I knew she had no experience and I definitely didn't want to scare her. There'd be other dates and other opportunities. I went to turn on the radio, but Rose stopped me.“Paul; have you brought other girls here?”“One or two, but none like you.”I could see her smile even in the dim light. “What did you do with them? Can you tell me?”“That's not something a gentleman discusses, Rose.”“Did you kiss your girlfriend?”“Not yet, but I was thinking of doing it in about a minute.” She looked up at me. I leaned down to her and our lips met. She was tentative at first, but after a few seconds her arms gripped my neck pulling me to her as our lips mashed into each other. I'd had plenty of kisses, but none as sweet or loving as that one. The kiss lasted for more than a minute before Rose broke it.“I liked that, Paul. I liked it a lot.”“Me, too, but next time try opening your mouth a bit so our tongues can touch.” She gave me a questioning look, but separated her lips about a quarter inch before leaning up for another. I gently pushed my tongue between her lips and teeth. She jumped back in shock then smiled and moved in again, opening her mouth wider. This time her tongue beat me to the punch. It wrestled with mine, moving between our mouths. Rose was obviously a quick study. She was a great kisser.Her face was red when we broke it.“Yeah, I agree. It was incredible.” I concurred.“Is that all you did, Paul?”“No, there were other things, but I don't think you're ready for them.”“Can you at least tell me?” Rose was going to open Pandora's Box come hell or high water.“Touching, mostly; her chest, her pussy, my cock.”Rose gulped several times as I detailed what couples often do while, uh, ‘watching the submarine races'.“Like I said, you're not ready for that; not yet, anyway.” I tried to help her understand that we both knew two women who would skin me alive if they thought I took advantage of her. “Rose, maybe sometime in the future. The idea is to give each other pleasure, but you have to be ready; and you have to be willing.”“I think I want you to touch me.” Rose assured me.“No! Touching is something like kissing. Both parties have to be involved and It'll be a while before you're ready to touch my cock, won't it? I love you, Rose, so I'm not going to rush you into anything; and especially not that. You'll know when you're ready.”I leaned down, opened my mouth and waited, but not too long. Rose was all over me in a second. We kissed for more than an hour, but nothing more. We both knew she wasn't ready. I got her home by 12:50. We kissed again outside the door and she went in. Ten minutes later I was home.I had a feeling my mother would be up waiting and I was right. “So; how did it go?”“Great, Mom; we both had a wonderful time.”There was a lull then she spoke again, “Did you try to kiss her?”“No, Mom, but she did kiss me,” I grinned before continuing, “several times, in fact. We're going out again tomorrow. Danny Shea is having a party.”“Just don't forget what I said. I don't want to see her hurt.”“Don't worry, Mom. I'm not going to hurt her. I love Rose and I'm in this for the long haul.” I'd told the truth even if I hadn't fully explained my love for Rose. I didn't say anything, but I was certain a very similar inquisition had occurred with Aunt Celia and Rose, just as I was sure our mothers would compare notes early tomorrow morning. I wasn't worried; I hadn't done anything to be ashamed of.I picked Rose up at eight Saturday night. Danny Shea lived only about five miles away in the next village down the highway. We parked on the road and walked hand-in-hand to the front door. The music was almost deafening as we walked in. We met with Danny who offered us beer from a keg. It was tempting, but we opted for sodas instead. I could see that some of the kids were drinking a lot; some were already tipsy and it wasn't even 8:30. I could also see that there were too many kids at the party and that Danny's parents were nowhere to be seen. This could be a recipe for disaster. We stayed until ten dancing almost every dance. Rose actually kissed me in the middle of one.Once I noticed several guys becoming argumentative I knew it was time to leave. We were just getting into my truck when the first police car arrived. We were questioned, but even the cop could see we hadn't anything to drink. “I'm glad you're sober. I hate to find kids killed in traffic accidents.”“Yeah, that's the biggest reason why I only have beer at home,” I replied. We were gone a minute later.“Why'd we leave, Paul? I was having such a good time.”“Because there's going to be trouble, Rose; some of those kids are drunk. There was no supervision and, believe me, there will be some fights unless the cops break up the party. We may be eighteen and legally able to drink, but that doesn't mean we should. I'm responsible for your safety. I'm not taking any chances with you. You mean a lot more to me than a couple of beers.” She looked up at me and kissed my cheek. I drove around the block and headed to the miniature golf where I let Rose beat me.“I know you're better than that, Paul. You let me win, didn't you?”I laughed then held my hands up in a defensive position. “Who, me?” She joined me in laughing then she hugged me, looked into my eyes and kissed me. It was long and sweet, our tongues dueling for minutes. She broke it, but only to whisper, “Take me to the beach.”All the beaches where we live are private with the exception of an occasional town, county, or state park. We have two beaches in our association; Sill's Gully where one can drive all the way to the beach and East Path near our houses. That's a walk down a long and winding path in a ravine. It's also a long walk back up. The homeowners have improved it, installing benches and a boardwalk where feasible. I drove to Sill's Gully. It was named for a big rock; Sill's Rock; about a half mile straight out from shore in almost twenty feet of water at high tide. There are probably a million rocks on the north shore of Long Island. They all came from New England during the last ice age when they were pushed by a massive glacier and deposited once the glacier receded. I hoped the parking lot would be empty. It was. Rose wanted to go onto the beach so I pulled an old blanket from behind the seat. We walked holding hands under the moon's light.We sat on the blanket, Rose snuggling close to me. It was April and it was chilly. I took off my sweatshirt and pulled it over her head. The waistband got stuck on her breasts until I made a concerted effort to pull it out away from her body. “You did that on purpose.” I said.“Of course, I'm not an idiot, you know.” Rose laughed then leaned forward, pressing those glorious orbs into my chest as she kissed me. Ending our dates on the beach became one of our favorite things.We dated every Friday and Saturday night and we often saw each other at family functions like birthday parties or cookouts. Our parents seemed to accept our relationship. I know that my mother no longer interrogated me after every date and Rose's mom always welcomed me when I picked her up.We had dated for more than a month, doing everything teenagers could imagine. I had even taken her over to Coram to the drive-in there. We bought the obligatory Cokes and popcorn, returning to the truck while it was still light. It was fun watching the young kids in the playground, many of them clad in pajamas, while their parents looked on. I recalled looking forward to the movie, but we never saw more than ten minutes at a time. The following week we went to another dance, this time at school. One thing about school dances, they ended early; at eleven. Rose and I left around 10:30. I asked Rose if she'd like to get some ice cream, but she shook her head. “You know where I want to go.” I drove to our favorite place; the beach at Sill's Gully.Rose joined me on the blanket. One second I was sitting and looking at the water, the next I was lying back with Rose on top of me. She gripped my head as she ground her lips into mine. Her large globular breasts pressed into my chest. I could feel her hard nipples through our clothes. Her legs were wrapped around mine. We kissed and kissed until she broke it. Looking directly into my eyes she spoke quietly, “I'm not as naïve as you think, Paul. I may not have done as many things as you, but I know what they are and how to do them; and I want to do them, too. But first, I think I need to confess something to you. Promise you won't laugh at me?”“Of course, Rose. I'd never laugh at you.”“Okay; here goes; back when we started to see each other; Mom thought I was so thrilled to have a real date. I was thrilled, but because the date was with you. Now; the hard part; I'm sure you know that I love you. I realized about a year ago that it wasn't the same kind of love it was when we were younger. I thought I was a freak; being in love with my cousin, so I was thrilled to learn that we're not.” Rose admitted.I couldn't control myself. I broke out in wild laughter. After only a few seconds I could see that Rose was at the verge of tears.Leaning up I brought her face to mine. “Oh, Rose; I'm definitely not laughing at you. I'm laughing at me.” She gave me a look that told me she thought I was crazy. “You see, Rose I've been terrified; struggling with how to tell you exactly the same thing. I love you; I'm in love with you. I've been in love with you for; longer than I care to admit. I think you're the most wonderful person I've ever met and I love being with you. I love kissing you and holding you.”“Touching me?” she asked.“Yes, that will come when you're ready. I know a lot of guys who think that mauling some girl's tits is fun, but it's only fun if you're using it to make her feel great.”“Paul; I'm ready. Make me feel great; please.” She placed her hand on my thigh. My cock responded immediately. I could see that she could feel it; feel it grow. “Oh, Paul it feels so big. Can I see it?” I moved her hands to my belt buckle. It was open a few seconds later.She fumbled with the button on my shorts then pulled my zipper down. She turned to me and kissed me. It was quick but sweet and hot. “I've dreamed of this for so long. It's what I think of when I masturbate. Dreaming of you always makes me so hot.” Rose admitted as she pulled down my shorts and my briefs; my cock sprung up, swinging free in the cool evening. Rose hesitated not at all in touching and stroking me. “Oh; it feels so hot and I can't believe the skin is so soft and smooth. That's kind of a contradiction, isn't it; hard on the inside, yet so soft on the outside.” She shocked me when she leaned down to kiss the tip, testing the sponginess with her lips.“Go ahead, Paul; open my blouse. I want you to touch my breasts.”My hands found her blouse buttons, opening them easily despite their tiny size. She shrugged out of the blouse and helped me with the bra's clasp. I gasped at her beauty. Her breasts were perfectly symmetrical, sitting high on her chest despite their size. They were big; easily a handful for my big muscular paws with their dark brown areolas and hard wrinkled nipples. Despite my strength I knew to be careful and delicate as I massaged them and rolled her nipples between my fingers.I could sense how turned on Rose was becoming. Even in the dim light I could see her arousal; the way she threw her head back, moaned, and arched her back. What the hell would happen when I touched her pussy? I found out a few minutes later when she jumped up and slipped out of her slacks; her panties following a second later.“Jeez, Rose I hope nobody comes down here. You're naked.”“No; I'm wearing my sneakers.” I groaned at her humor. “Well,” she continued, “you could join me, you know.”“Not much point, is there? If anyone shined a flashlight on me I'd be arrested for indecent exposure, for sure. I'll say one thing; being in love with you sure is interesting. Let's see if I can make it more fun for you.” My mouth replaced one of my hands at her breast while the other explored between her legs. My fingers pushed through her thick curls to find her wet; pussy juice literally running down her thighs. My middle finger ran up and down her slit, tickling her clit several times before finding its way into her tight tunnel. Rose's moans became loud groans as she humped my hand. She continued like this for more than five minutes and it was a good thing I was paying attention. She had straddled my hips and was about to lower herself onto my cock.“NO!” I pushed her up then pulled her to me.“Don't misunderstand me, Rose. I'd love to make love with you; I dream of that day; but not here and not now. We're not doing it without protection. If you got pregnant; well, I don't want to even think about the consequences. I love you, Rose. We'll do it, but under better circumstances and when we're prepared properly.” I pulled her in for a kiss. We hugged for a while, as her passions tapered off, then we dressed and I took her home.That special time came two weeks later. We went again to the Coram drive-in, leaving around eleven so we could get to the beach by 11:30. I had laundered the blanket during the week so it would be clean and soft for what we both wanted so badly. I stopped off in the afternoon, on the way home from school, to buy some condoms. Rose had stayed in the truck at my insistence, but peeked into the bag once I had returned. At first she gasped then she had jumped into my lap and engaged me into a torrid kiss before we resumed our trip home.Our touching had become more daring and more frequent over the past weeks. Rose had confided that she masturbated furiously after our dates.“You get me so hot, Paul. I could never sleep until I can get relief.” I had admitted doing the same. We both thought we were ready now for the next step.I laid the blanket carefully onto an area that was clean of any seaweed and where the pebbles were small and plentiful. North shore Long Island beaches were a combination of sand, rounded pebbles, and rocks. I'd learned at an early age that lying on the pebbles was much more comfortable than lying on the sand which would pack down and become as hard as a rock. Rose and I stood together and kissed as she ran her hands up the back of my shirt. I ran mine down the back of her shorts. We were so hot for each other; our clothes were off in less than a minute.This was the third time we'd been naked together on the beach. Last Friday night we played miniature golf again knowing that we'd be done early. Rose laughed when I let her win again. We came to the beach and undressed each other, eagerly. “Have you done this before, Paul?”“Not exactly like this, Rose. I'm doing this because I love you. The other times were pure lust. I'm sure I lust after you even more, but I also love you terribly.” We kissed then and I pulled her down with me to the blanket. We would both cum, but tonight we would masturbate each other. I lay next to Rose, fondling her right breast with my left hand while I suckled at her left. My right hand went straight to her dripping wet cunt. I wasn't at all surprised to find it gushing with delicious juice. My fingers found her tunnel and fucked her at a frenetic pace. Her hand found my cock, but I restrained her. I wanted to make sure that she had a very pleasurable experience, one she'd want again and again. She writhed in her ecstasy; and when I moved my finger to her clit she came so hard she screamed at the top of her lungs until she collapsed into my arms.I clutched her back by running my arm between her legs and my hand over her butt. I could feel her humping against my forearm as her orgasm went on and on. Finally, it ended with a sigh, as though all the air had been forced from her lungs. I moved to hold her, but she was quicker; her lips mashed into mine as though all her passion was escaping through her mouth. I looked down to find she was almost unconscious. I held her gently until she stirred. “Oh, Paul; what was that? It was so incredible; overwhelming.”“I'd say you had the mother of all orgasms. Do you remember screaming for like thirty seconds?” She looked incredulous. “You did. I hope nobody calls the cops.”“I didn't do that, did I?” Rose was astounded at my accounting of her climax. I just nodded and pulled her in for yet another sensational kiss. She broke it a minute later to ask, “Can we wait a bit before I take care of you?”“Of course, I'll wait forever for you. You know that.”“I don't want you to wait that long. I want to take care of you just like you took care of me. Besides, I want to see how that big hard thing you have really works.”I laughed. “I only have one piece of advice, Rose; move to the side. Don't aim it anywhere near your face unless you want an early bath. Don't forget, the water's really cold now.” She looked unsure so I continued, “When I cum I'll probably shoot two or three feet into the air. You don't want to get in the way. I doubt your folks would be too thrilled to have you come home with semen in your hair. Mine would probably kill me.”“Don't worry. I'll protect you.” Even Rose had to laugh at that one. “Okay, I'll stay out of the way.” I pulled her to me for another kiss. I felt her hand on me as our lips came together. Her tongue flicked in my mouth as her hand gripped and stroked me. She kissed me passionately, but broke it after only a few seconds. “Sorry, but I want to see this.” She sat up to stroke me with both hands. She gripped me tightly, her hands moving faster and faster.My breathing became rapid and shallow as my orgasm approached. Suddenly, the familiar feeling was there. “Rose!” But instead of aiming away from her body she twisted my cock so my first spray hit between her breasts. The second struck just a trifle lower. All in all she took seven forceful rivers of slick white semen onto her magnificent body before the final weak eruption flew a mere six inches from my cock. I lay there on the blanket totally drained.To be continued in part 2. by senor longo for Sex Stories.

Everybody's got a YouTube channel nowadays, whether it's Larry showing you how to change that all important sprinkler head, Jennie taking the family dog for a walk, or dinner at Aunt Martha's house. There isn't much you can find you can't find on YouTube. However in our never-ending quest to make each moment of our listeners life's better than the last, we've scoured the internet and found one of the best railfanning channels on the world wide web. Delay in Block Productions was started by Drayton Blackgrove in 2011 and along with our very own Chris Wehman, we find out what it's like to be a premier track-side railroad videographer in North America. This is a great episode and one we're sure you'll enjoy.

Hey Y'all! Welcome back to Season 2 of the Hey Sis, Eat This Podcast! After a much needed 2 and half month hiatus, we are thrilled to start our second season with non other than the “STAR” of the show, Momma Ashley and her sister, our beloved Aunt Martha.  We kick off the first episode with Courtney, Whitney and Momma Ashley catching up about their time off from podcasting, sharing recipes, refrigerator organizing tips and new martini olive ideas. Courtney then feels the need to share her recent near death experience after sliding through her dog's diarrhea in the middle of the night and even has a video to share of the harrowing yet hilarious incident.  Next we are joined by Aunt Martha. Momma Ashley and “Aunt Marta” reminisce about their family and the love of cooking and entertaining that runs deep through multiple generations of women in their family.  We begin with stories about their maternal grandmother, Gram, who was known for constantly  throwing parties and hosting elaborate dinners. She was a founding member of the Silly Tillies dinner club, a group of friends who would rotate hosting dinner parties their entire adult life which lasted until the members were too old to continue. After Whitney's failed attempt to revive the Silly Tillies in LA, she is determined to bring it back to life and continue the legacy with her new circle of friends in Dallas. Possessing less of a passion for entertaining but a wonderful cook in her own right was Martha May, Courtney and Whitney's grandmother whom they lovingly called Ahmay. According to Aunt Martha, Ahmay was a self taught naturalist who had a passion for gardening and an insatiable desire to learn and teach others. Court & Whit hear first hand from their own mother and aunt what it was like around their childhood dinner table where good manners were strictly enforced but Billy the Parakeet was known to make the occasional appearance walking through the mashed potatoes. Then, after years of feeling like she can never live up to Momma Ashley's holiday expectations, Courtney confronts both her mom and aunt on the pressure she feels to recreate the “magical” Christmas they experienced as children in the 50's. Questions are answered and blame is placed all while deciding that July might be a better time to celebrate “the most wonderful time of the year!”  In true Hey Sis fashion, we're starting Season 2 with lots of love and laughter in this multi generational episode of family tales and favorite meals. Whether it's blue cheese, feta stuffed or just plain old green olives, pour that martini, shake it hard, make it dirty and say cheers to a new season of the Hey Sis, Eat This Podcast! Love You, Love Your Show!

Leave it to Beaver Podcast (Season 2 Episode 12) Visiting AuntsThe Cleaver boys' Saturday afternoon carnival plans are disrupted when June's Aunt Martha comes for an unexpected visit. Make sure to like and follow our Facebook page and check us on YouTube: / @leaveittobeaverpodcast

It isn't often you have a guest on a podcast who doesn't mind a Joker reference in the title. In fact, I didn't even ask Colin if it was okay that I called the podcast this, because I know he doesn't take himself so seriously that he would cringe at the reference to a morally dark character from a comic universe.And that's the theme of today's podcast. Why are we so darn serious? Is there some reason why we can't have fun, in our classes, in our language, in our hearts?Colin and I tackle this topic while laughing a lot and come up with some serious thoughts.KEY TAKEAWAYS:*The first few generations of yoga teachers here in North America had to fight for credibility within the professional space. I will never forget when I first started partnering with local medical pros there was a PT in my area who was astounded at the results her clients were getting when they saw me. I made her job easier. So she said to me “I am just going online and grabbing a yoga teacher certificate so I won't need you anymore”. That comment divorced me from the 1000s of hours of professional training I had up until that point and the 1000s more hours of skillset development I had from doing the work. And honestly, I don't know how much better our credibility is as a profession today. There is this joke that Marc Maron did on a comedy special that lives rent-free in my brain. He chooses to not make fun of yoga teachers (while making fun of us) because we are too sad to be mean to. Check out this Marc Maron clip and see what I mean. (the yoga teacher bit is 2 minutes in)*Our culty-adjacent and deep-crunchy behavior within the industry is something we need to address. While I am never going to tell you that sunning your perineum doesn't give you benefits–I am not a medical professional, just a woman who wants you to use some sunscreen on that area first; but that needs to exist separately from our everyday professional lives. Colin's theory that we over-compensate for those kinds of activities that exist within our spaces is spot-on. And when that happens, nobody wins.*Who speaks for yoga? THIS. This is the issue. Pop culture and social media represent us in a very different way than our normal working lives actually manifest. The loudest voices seem to be winning right now, but I believe that we can change that if we reframe and rethink how we interact within the online spaces, and how we represent our profession.*Colin & I both agree that we weaponize the philosophical aspects of the Yoga Sutras against each other within our spaces. Let's stop doing that, okay? I think that we need to unpack our attachment to moral superiority; and for many of us that can slide back to why we started our yoga practice in the first place. While I don't think most of us started practicing yoga because we wanted to feel superior to other people–I do think if we are honest with ourselves it is a little like why we feel passionate about recycling. We do it both because it is good for the planet and because we can smile just a little more smugly at Aunt Martha who uses all plastic everything at the dinner table. This can sound harsh, but trust me, when you take a deep wrestle with this idea it becomes so much easier to laugh at your flaws in a loving way. OF COURSE, we like feeling better about ourselves in comparison to others. Life is hard, even during the best of times, so give yourself and others grace that this internal motivation doesn't make us bad. It makes us human.*”In Your Hot, Naked, Goat Yoga Craft Beer class are you establishing consent?” That is my favorite quote of Colin's on this podcast. That, to me, is a vitally important question. Let's focus on the importance of the last part of that statement more than we do on vilifying the first.*Getting clear about what is marketing is an incredibly enlightening process. Remember, if you are a business, be it a brick-and-mortar, an online teacher, or an IC yoga teacher who travels around…everything you post online is marketing. Again. If you present as a business of any kind online, everything you post is a form of marketing. So saying what yoga “is” or what yoga is “for” are marketing statements first and foremost. Consider talking about yoga online in a way that doesn't mean you need a definition OR a prescription to sell it. We will talk more about marketing with the incredible Tristan Katz later this season. You are gonna love what they have to say.RESOURCESWorking In Yoga WebsiteWorking In Yoga NewsletterColin's InstagramSPONSORSunlight Streams BlogSunlight Apothecary

Leave it to Beaver Podcast (Season 2 Episode 7) Beaver's RingA letter from Beaver's godmother, June's Aunt Martha, brings the young man an heirloom ring once belonging to Beaver's namesake, his great-uncle Theodore. But his parents forbid him to wear it to school because losing it would terribly upset his great-aunt and Beaver's troubles begin after his clever plan to show the ring to his school pals without actually "wearing" it there is derailed by creepy Judy Hensler.Make sure to like and follow our Facebook page and check us on YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/@leaveittobeaverpodcast

You've heard our Nefarious Paul B rip this film to pieces for years!  Now we're rubbing his nose in it!  For our 140th podcast we're celebrating the 40th anniversary of Robert Hiltzik's Sleepaway Camp.  How will Cult Sensation Nick MacPherson react to that shocking conclusion?  Join us and find out!Show Highlights:01:00 Prelude to Terror...04:00  Eye Trauma...14:00  Boat Massacre...15:30  Aunt Martha...19:05  Creeper Chef...23:30  Scalding of the Century...27:40  Cracking Angela's Shell...28:45  Canoe Death...36:50  The Bees!!41:00  Deadly Shower...43:00  Curler in the Box...46:00  Archery...48:30  The Worst Mustache...50:50  The Great Reveal...59:20  Scoring the Film...70:00  Conclusion!  Thanks for Listening!

In the eleventh episode of season 2, Dr. U. Grant Baldwin, DBH, explores how community-based behavioral health organizations use integrated care models, how integrating behavioral health care impacts primary health services, and examines how integrated care efforts have enhanced access to care and improved the lives of patients. Panelists include: Kenny Martín-Ocasio, MS, CCWLS, was born in Brooklyn, N.Y. in 1963, and was raised in Puerto Rico. He came to Chicago at age 18 to resume his higher education and received his Bachelor in Arts, Special Education degree from Northeastern Illinois University in 1987, and a Master of Science in Health Services Administration in 1999. He has worked in the area of human services (substance abuse, mental health, domestic violence), and child welfare for over 32 years, and has dedicated his career to working towards the professional, social, economic, and educational advancement of minorities, especially Latinos and the LGBTQ community. He has served as president of the DuPage Hispanic Task Force, co-chair of the Latino Consortium, member of the Illinois Latino Agenda, the Latino Youth Action Coalition, and in the Cook County President's Latino Advisory. For the last ten years, as a board member of the Association of Latinos(as) Motivating Action, he fights for the equal rights of the Latino LGBT community. Kenny now serves as Senior Vice President of Community Integration at Aunt Martha's Health & Wellness. --- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/disruptors-at-work/support

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Alright Scary continues with the controversial (summer) camp classic from the slasher boom of the 80's, “Sleepaway Camp”! This video store staple is best remembered for a twist ending that hasn't aged well, but there's so much to say about Aunt Martha, Ricky, Best Supporting Queen Judy, the unabashed sleaze and overt homoeroticism, that distinct Jersey vibes, the unfathomable hotness of Gene, Susie Snell, and how else to interpret what this movie could (hypothetically) be saying about Angela. Want even more Alright Mary? Become a Matreon at the Sister Mary level to get access to our DRUK S5 coverage all season, plus movie reviews and past seasons of US Drag Race, UK, Canada, Down Under, Philippines and more.Join us at our OnlyMary's level for EVEN MORE movie reviews, brackets, and deep dives into our personal lives!Patreon: www.patreon.com/alrightmaryEmail: alrightmarypodcast@gmail.comInstagram: @alrightmarypodJohnny: @johnnyalso (Instagram)Colin: @colindrucker_ (Instagram)Web: www.alrightmary.com

Your pet always comes home@barrierbrewingco #beer #podcast #radioshow #taxidermy Co hosts : Good ol Boy Dave, Rev Mark, Good ol Boy Kendall, Good ol Boy Sparky, and Good ol Gal Julieanna SUDS  Episode – A brewery takeover with Barrier Brewing Company Oceanside, NY. A wide range of beers in this flight. These beers would taste better if there was a distinctive NY accent. You've been searching for that perfect activity with Aunt Martha, and we introduce taxidermy with farm animals. Please make those reservations now, operators are standing by. We taste and rate the following beer from 1-5: All beer mentioned in this episode today is from Barrier Brewing Company Oceanside, NY9:09      Kolsch 4.8% ABV SUDS-415:11    King Premium Lager – brewed with Bohemian pilsner and hopped with Hallertau Mittelfruh and Tettnang hops.  4.7% ABV SUDS-525:44    Rotational Bohemian Pilsner – brewed with Saphir hops 4.7% ABV SUDS-429:33    Money IPA –dry hopped with Citra, Azacca, Centennial and Simcoe hops.  7.3% ABV SUDS-438:09    Core IPA – brewed with Mosaic, Simcoe, Centennial and Bru-1 hops.  8.3% ABV SUDS-340:56    Try the Juice pale ale – 5.6% ABV SUDS-444:18    Crowning Achievement – Imperial Stout brewed with Decicco's and Crown bourbon barrel aged maple syrup.  12% ABV – SUDS-4 info@sipssudsandsmokes.com X- @sipssudssmokes IG/FB - @sipssudsandsmokes Sips, Suds, & Smokes® is produced by One Tan Hand Productions using the power of beer, whiskey, and golf.  Available on Apple & Google Podcasts, Spotify, Podbean, and nearly anywhere you can find a podcast.Check out Good ol Boy Dave on 60 Second Reviewshttps://www.instagram.com/goodoleboydave/Kendall was reviewing his exit strategy while recording this episode. Check out his blog at:www.beermakesthree.com Enjoying that cool new Outro Music, it's from Woods & Whitehead – Back Roads Download your copy here:https://amzn.to/2XblorcThe easiest way to find this award winning podcast on your phone is ask Alexa, Siri or Google, “Play Podcast , Sips, Suds, & Smokes” Credits:TITLE: Maxwell SwingPERFORMED BY: Texas GypsiesCOMPOSED BY: Steven R Curry (BMI)PUBLISHED BY: Alliance AudioSparx (BMI)COURTESY OF: AudioSparx TITLE: FlapperjackPERFORMED BY: Texas GypsiesCOMPOSED BY: Steven R Curry (BMI)PUBLISHED BY: Alliance AudioSparx (BMI)COURTESY OF: AudioSparx TITLE: Back RoadsPERFORMED BY: Woods & WhiteheadCOMPOSED BY: Terry WhiteheadPUBLISHED BY: Terry WhiteheadCOURTESY OF: Terry WhiteheadPost production services : Pro Podcast SolutionsAdvertising sales: Contact us directlyContent hosting services:  Earshot, Radio4All, PodBean

Your pet always comes home @barrierbrewingco #beer #podcast #radioshow #taxidermy Co hosts : Good ol Boy Dave, Rev Mark, Good ol Boy Kendall, Good ol Boy Sparky, and Good ol Gal Julieanna SUDS  Episode – A brewery takeover with Barrier Brewing Company Oceanside, NY. A wide range of beers in this flight. These beers would taste better if there was a distinctive NY accent. You've been searching for that perfect activity with Aunt Martha, and we introduce taxidermy with farm animals. Please make those reservations now, operators are standing by. We taste and rate the following beer from 1-5: All beer mentioned in this episode today is from Barrier Brewing Company Oceanside, NY 9:09      Kolsch 4.8% ABV SUDS-4 15:11    King Premium Lager – brewed with Bohemian pilsner and hopped with Hallertau Mittelfruh and Tettnang hops.  4.7% ABV SUDS-5 25:44    Rotational Bohemian Pilsner – brewed with Saphir hops 4.7% ABV SUDS-4 29:33    Money IPA –dry hopped with Citra, Azacca, Centennial and Simcoe hops.  7.3% ABV SUDS-4 38:09    Core IPA – brewed with Mosaic, Simcoe, Centennial and Bru-1 hops.  8.3% ABV SUDS-3 40:56    Try the Juice pale ale – 5.6% ABV SUDS-4 44:18    Crowning Achievement – Imperial Stout brewed with Decicco's and Crown bourbon barrel aged maple syrup.  12% ABV – SUDS-4   info@sipssudsandsmokes.com X- @sipssudssmokes IG/FB - @sipssudsandsmokes Sips, Suds, & Smokes® is produced by One Tan Hand Productions using the power of beer, whiskey, and golf.  Available on Apple & Google Podcasts, Spotify, Podbean, and nearly anywhere you can find a podcast. Check out Good ol Boy Dave on 60 Second Reviews https://www.instagram.com/goodoleboydave/ Kendall was reviewing his exit strategy while recording this episode. Check out his blog at: www.beermakesthree.com Enjoying that cool new Outro Music, it's from Woods & Whitehead – Back Roads Download your copy here: https://amzn.to/2Xblorc The easiest way to find this award winning podcast on your phone is ask Alexa, Siri or Google, “Play Podcast , Sips, Suds, & Smokes”  Credits: TITLE: Maxwell Swing PERFORMED BY: Texas Gypsies COMPOSED BY: Steven R Curry (BMI) PUBLISHED BY: Alliance AudioSparx (BMI) COURTESY OF: AudioSparx   TITLE: Flapperjack PERFORMED BY: Texas Gypsies COMPOSED BY: Steven R Curry (BMI) PUBLISHED BY: Alliance AudioSparx (BMI) COURTESY OF: AudioSparx   TITLE: Back Roads PERFORMED BY: Woods & Whitehead COMPOSED BY: Terry Whitehead PUBLISHED BY: Terry Whitehead COURTESY OF: Terry Whitehead Post production services : Pro Podcast Solutions Advertising sales: Contact us directly Content hosting services:  Earshot, Radio4All, PodBean

Actress, Author, Activist and Podcast Host, Jodie Sweetin (Full House, Fuller House) joins Joss to talk about Season 3 Episode 14: The Older Woman! Together, they discuss what would've happened between Larry and Aunt Martha if nobody walked in, why an older woman in the 70s is much different than an older woman today, and why Three's Company still holds up. Follow us on Instagram : @threescompanyrewatchpodFollow us on TikTok: @threescompanyrewatchpodFollow Joss: @joss.richardListen to How Rude, Tanneritos! A Full House Rewatch PodcastCouch Artwork: Morgan Gesell

Return to camp with Michael A. Simpson's Sleepaway Camp 2: Unhappy Campers (1988) which finds Angela killing according to Aunt Martha's conservative moral code. We're talking about Pamela Springsteen's performance (and Felissa Rose's absence), our love of Ally, and the film's status as a self-referential horror comedy. Plus: the lack of short shorts, poor editing, Molly's end, and debates if the laughs subvert the "trans killer" trope. Reference: > Cervantes, Reyna. "Finding Your Identity at Sleepaway Camp." Gayly Dreadful > Noecker, Miles D. "Let the Monsters Out of the Closet: Overt Queer Depictions in Hollywood Horror Films" (2022). Media and Communication Studies Summer Fellows. 28. Questions? Comments? Snark? Connect with the boys on Twitter, Instagram, Youtube, Letterboxd, Facebook, or join the Facebook Group to get in touch with other listeners > Trace: @tracedthurman > Joe: @bstolemyremote Be sure to support the boys on Patreon!  Theme Music: Alexander Nakarada  Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Leave it to Beaver Podcast (Episode 26) Train TripTraveling home from a visit to Aunt Martha, Wally and Beaver spend too much of their money on food in the train station and don't have enough left to buy their tickets.Make sure to like and follow our Facebook page and check us on YouTube: https://youtube.com/@leaveittobeaverpodcast

Leave it to Beaver Podcast (Episode 11) Beaver's Short PantsBeaver suffers the consequences when June's beloved Aunt Martha comes to stay at the Cleavers and sends him to school dressed in her idea of what a young boy should wear to school...an old-fashioned suit with short pants and cap.Make sure to like and follow our Facebook page and check us on YouTube: https://youtube.com/@leaveittobeaverpodcast#leaveittobeaver #beaver #jerrymathers #classictv #junecleaver #thebeave #stv #thebeaver #eddiehaskell #tvshow #classic #barbarabillingsley #tonydow #tvland

I'm sure last Christmas reminded you that the holiday season has turned rather commercial in recent decades. It's become a contest to see who can buy the biggest gift and spend the most money, and if Aunt Martha bought us something this year, we better make sure we get her something too. Possessions seem to be possessing us these days. What can we do? To support this ministry financially, visit: https://www.oneplace.com/donate/1425/29

Be the Aunt Martha you wish to see in the world. Special Guest: Anthony Hudson  Approachability: 4/10 ( 80s-style camp killer camp classic ) Content Warnings: Harmful Transphobic Tropes; Child death; Child Sexual Assault; Blood/Gore; Vomit Read BJ Colangelo's essay "Going Back To SLEEPAWAY CAMP: Revisiting The Problematic Classic" Next Week's Film  Patreon Live Stream Apr 15 @ 3pm ET: THE ORPHANAGE (2007) patreon.com/randomhorror9 RandomHorror9 T-Shirts! Hosts: Jeffrey Cranor & Cecil Baldwin (Find more of our work on Welcome to Night Vale) Editing: Grant Stewart Logo: David Baldwin Random Horror 9 Patreon YouTube, Twitter, Letterboxd, & Instagram: @RandomHorror9 We are part of Night Vale Presents  

This one features a lot of Michael doing detective work. Plenty of mystery, clues, chases…but most importantly – AUNT MARTHA! Tony Schaab from ScienceFiction.com is the Companion for Knight Rider. The Brandon Peters Show will return Monday (3/6) with SCREAM (2022), part of the Retrospective with Jessica Alsman and Greg McGoon. TECHNICAL INFORMATIONVocalsBrandon – Shure […]

Vintage Classic Radio presents the weekly Sunday Night Playhouse, where we play classics from the golden age of radio from the 1930s to the 1960s. Description:  The 1947 radio adaptation of The Philadelphia Story by the Screen Guild Theater was an entertaining and well-crafted production that drew on the original story by Philip Barry. It featured a stellar cast of actors, including Cary Grant, Jean Adair, and Shirley Booth, who brought the characters to life with their skillful performances. The story follows Tracy Lord, a socialite who finds herself at the centre of a romantic drama involving her ex-husband, a tabloid reporter, and a penniless playboy. The production captures all the wit and charm of the original story, while adding a few delightful touches of its own. It is an engaging and delightful adaptation of an American classic that still captivates audiences today. Original release: March 17, 1947 Home station: CBS (until 1949) Notable Cast: Katharine Hepburn as Tracy Lord Cary Grant as C.K. Dexter Haven Jimmy Stewart as Mike Connor Marjorie Hoshelle as Liz Imbrie Bette Davis as Margaret Lord Richard Denning as George Kittredge Alan Reed as Macauley Charles Smith as Uncle Willie Martha Wentworth as Aunt Martha.

The Couple Next Door was a similar Peg Lynch radio series which aired on CBS Radio during the waning days of network radio, (December 30, 1957 – November 25, 1960) with Peg Lynch and Alan Bunce as the married couple. It reprised Ethel and Albert, but the new name was necessitated because Lynch had long since lost the rights to the original title. The CBS iteration was named “Best Daytime Radio Program” for 1959 by The National Association for Better Radio and Television. Listen to our radio station Old Time Radio https://link.radioking.com/otradio Listen to other Shows at My Classic Radio https://www.myclassicradio.net/ Podcast Service I Recommend https://redcircleinc.grsm.io/entertainmentradio7148 Remember that times have changed, and some shows might not reflect the standards of today's politically correct society. The shows do not necessarily reflect the views, standards, or beliefs of Entertainment

At the start of the month we posted a poll, you voted, and now your winner is here, the insanely fun Sleepaway Camp! Join us as we talk about the insane Aunt Martha, Darth Vader as a cook, a sleazy camp owner, and the crazy twist ending! Rate and review on your favorite podcast platform and find us on social media, Happy Halloween! https://linktr.ee/thefilmobsessedcouple

In this episode we have a special guest, our Aunt Martha. We delve into topics about our shameful drunk stories, our highs and lows of the week, and going up on stage at a concert! Thank you again if you continue listening to us we truly appreciate it.

The Gift of Life - Aging Well, Aging Smart, and Wisdom for the Journey is a book authored by Martha L. Henderson, GNP, D.Div., and Meg Mindell, LCSW. The life and work of Martha is the origin of this book. Camilla Taft Hicks, Martha's niece, in collaboration with Meg, brought the manuscript to publication after Martha's death. This book highlights the passion of the authors for celebrating the later years of life, just as the earliest moments in life are celebrated with so much anticipation and preparation.   In this episode, hear Camilla open the episode with the story of discovering her Aunt Martha's manuscript. This book is rich in author reflections, patient and family stories, and resources, all intended to trigger thoughts and conversations and provide insight into the later years of life.  Buy the book: https://thegiftoflifebook.com Buy the companion journal: Giftoflifejournal Learn more about the Aging Life Care Association https://www.aginglifecare.org About Meg Mindell, LCSW, C-ASWCM: Meg has been a Licensed Clinical Social worker for over 25 years, working in home care, hospice, and counseling settings. Meg is the founder of Halcyon Elder Care, providing care management and psychotherapy services. Find Meg online at https://thegiftoflifebook.com.  About Camilla Taft Hicks, MPH: Camilla is a public health practitioner with expertise in health, education and safety. She has worked locally and internationally on innovative programs. Camilla is active in her faith community in Washington, DC. She is a small business owner and yoga instructor. Camilla treasures The Gift of Life book as a legacy from her aunt, Martha Henderson. Find her online at https://thegiftoflifebook.com. (Facebook #CamillaTaftHicks; Instagram @Camilla.t.hicks; LinkedIn @camillatafthicks. Are you looking to get more out of nursing than just a job? Host Natalie D'Itri, MSN, RN, is asking you to become a Careerwise Nurse. The Careerwise Nurse podcast is meant for you if you are launching your career, growing into your role, or seeking ways to thrive as a nurse!  The Careerwise Nurse podcast includes stories and tips from nurses for nurses.  Current and future student nurses - this is for you, too! Careerwise Nurse is an opportunity to connect with Natalie D'Itri, MSN, RN. Natalie is an experienced nurse, who coaches nurses to live their best nursing life.  Schedule a free introductory coaching call with Natalie: Let's talk about your Nursing Life!   https://calendly.com/natalie-ditri/careerwisenurse          Follow and Connect!  If you have not had a chance, please FOLLOW the show  Give a 5-Star rating + written review!!  This helps the show grow and reach more nurses like you!!! Connect with host and coach, Natalie D'Itri - belong@careerwisenurse.com Join the Facebook community - Careerwise Nurse Instagram @CareerwiseNurse

Here is a cautionary tale of Aunt Martha I meditated on when listening to Brian Tracy. What are you waiting for before you go after a better life? Successful people just commit. https://www.youtube.com/hashtag/personaldevelopment (#personaldevelopment) https://www.youtube.com/hashtag/inspirationalspeech (#inspirationalspeech) https://www.youtube.com/hashtag/speaker (#speaker) https://www.youtube.com/hashtag/motivation (#motivation)

I had a seven hour delay home back from Dallas last week. While I waited, I finished the biography of Alabama-born biologist Edward Wilson and began applying Wilson's research to the mess I was experiencing with the airline.  ---------------------- Let's talk about ants. Not females, like Aunt Martha. But bugs. Ants create complex colonies where every one of them exists to support the growth and safety of the colony. Ants can't help it. It's not their choice. They're driven entirely by instinct. No ant finds food and considers keeping it for themselves. They turn and tell the colony and then lead the colony back to the food. This instinctual, non-selfish, altruistic behavior is the reason for the species' remarkable success. I learned this reading the biography of biologist Edward Wilson on a flight one week ago today that was ultimately delayed seven hours trying to get from Dallas to Mobile. Wilson has deep Alabama roots. He may not be the most famous person from our state, but he may be the most influential. His achievements are remarkable, and he is, clinically speaking, a bad ass. Wilson also said that selfishness has value, too, but only in individuals. A selfish person will win against an altruistic person. But selfish groups will fail.  Altruistic, non-selfish groups, will grow, they'll succeed. They'll eat and breed and survive and thrive. Ants don't have a choice in the matter. But people do. And our bias, our instinct, is towards individual selfishness. We must work to overcome this instinct, bond as a group, and become altruistic. It's hard, but it works. We've seen this play out on grand stages. I listened to Nick Saban discuss the loss of the national championship a few years back because some of his players played selfishly as they were thinking about their NFL draft position.   And we see this nationally, as our once unselfish nation has moved towards selfish goals and selfish politicians. As a result, no one can deny that our nation, once described as the shining light on the hill, is dimming. Now, I'm a workplace consultant and I can't help but try to apply these lessons to what I experienced on last Friday's flights. I read about one airline who has begun a new way to compensate flight attendants in a way that benefits the attendants. The airline finds ways to help their passengers, their pilots, their gate agents and on and on. That's the airline I fly the most and I've had zero issues on my nearly forty flights this year. Zero. And two of my three flights on this current airline this year have had significant delays. Are they selfish? I don't know them well enough to know. But it sure appears so. All of Wilson's research on selfish groups and their demise played out in front of me over those seven hours of flight delays. And I wish someone could get this message to their CEO and send him outside to study ants. I'm Cam Marston and I'm just trying to Keep it Real.  

Cheryl moves into her estranged Aunt Martha's skid row hotel. One of the residents takes a special interest in her as she begins to suspect another girl was murdered. On this week's episode… Join the crew as we discuss shitty Aunts, bondage priests, inflatable dolls and the psychosexual, Private Parts (1972).   Show Notes: Housekeeping (3:45) Back of the Box/Recommendations (9:15) Spoiler Warning/Full Review (13:21) Rotten Tomatoes (70:50) Trivia (75:25) Cooter of the Week (79:22) What We've Been Watching (87:35) Hotline Scream (102:30)   Connect with us: Support us on Patreon Website Facebook Instagram Twitter YouTube Shop

This week, join us for a movie that has more than one identity crisis: the 1971 grindhouse-slasher-psychedelic-sleaze-crossdressing-horror-comedy-melodrama - Sometimes Aunt Martha Does Dreadful Things. In this one, a pair of jewel thieves on the run in Florida (of course) develop an increasingly odd relationship as one adopts the persona of a fictional "Aunt Martha" while the other cavorts with hippy chicks who sexually terrorize him. Complicating factors, Aunt Martha wants her nephew/partner/lover all to herself and is willing to kill anyone who gets in her way. On this episode: lonely neighbors, snakeskin pants, garden shed parties, girls as sexual aggressors, forced haircuts, topless dancing, the wisdom of the Zodiac, groovy records, freeze-frame murders, movie studio cat-and-mouse, and an emergency C-section!

Happy Holidays to you and yours from Natalie, Julie and Peru! Going home for the holidays is hard. From the planning, to traveling, and seeing the relatives you might not jive with, it's all A LOT. Not to mention adding in a global pandemic still! This week we did a joint episode breaking down some helpful tips and advice to maybe lessen some of that holiday stress. Especially when "Aunt Martha" starts picking fights. So, "pre-game or bribe your emotions" and take us along to help you to help Survive the times! Stay safe and we'll be back to your ear holes in the new year!