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Christian College Sex Comedy: Part 24 Eve of the New Order In 30 parts, By FinalStand. Listen to the podcast at Explicit Novels.             Earned leadership is a blessing; assigned leadership is a burden   "Am I going to have to spank this little kitty to teach you a lesson?" Rio asked sweetly. Mercy vigorously shook her head in denial. "So you don't want me to do this?" Rio began energetically rubbing her fingers over the moist cunt. I was distracted from the rest of that exchange by Barbie Lynn's recovery. She climbed up my body, cheeks still full of my cum and staring at me with a mischievous hunger. At the moment I thought we were going to mimic the cum-swapping trick Ms. Lane and I had done, she went in another direction. Barbie Lynn leaned forward within inches of Vivian's face. Vivian reacted by pulling away, knocking the back of her skull against the headboard of the bed. "Barbie Lynn, I am not kissing you, and I am certainly not kissing you with Zane's, seed/semen in your mouth," Vivian insisted. Barbie Lynn mumbled something that sounded somewhat like 'but you'll like it' and did her best to look sexy, innocent, and inviting all at once. She would have had me convinced that brushing my teeth with uranium hexafluoride was the best thing for long term dental health too. Barbie Lynn pressed forward, Vivian held her back by putting a hand on each shoulder, and then Barbie Lynn transferred one of Vivian's hands so that it now supported one of Barbie Lynn's dangling tits. Realistically, Vivian was better at Karate than Barbie Lynn and could have blocked/resisted the blow, but Vivian had the ability to be remarkably compliant at the weirdest of times, like right now. Barbie Lynn was really close to doing as promised. "Please don't," Vivian asked softly. Barbie Lynn went one step further; she tapped her forehead to Vivian's forehead, smiled at her, and sat up, ready to swallow at last. "Wait, don't!" Rio cried out. She switched direction so that she was beside Barbie Lynn and they were the ones now actually kissing and letting my semen travel from tongue to tongue. When Rio got her share and then some, she spun rapidly back to Mercy and slapped that girl's thigh, motioning her up on her knees facing Rio. As Mercy reached the appointed position, Rio took her head in both hands and bore into a powerful oral exchange. One blowjob with three recipients, not my normal wake-up routine. That aforementioned bunch of guys is going to crucify me, upside down. Mercy went from slightly hesitant to rather animated in seconds, keeping tight to Rio as Rio tried to withdraw. Mercy's tongue lashed Rio's mouth a few more times before Rio pushed her back. "You like that, my Bang-bunny?" Rio taunted Mercy. "Do you like Zane's cream on your tongue and going down your throat?" "Yes," Mercy responded shyly, "yes, I like it very much." I waited for 'can I have another' and an inappropriate chorus from 'Oliver'. Rio didn't see things that way. She wrapped Mercy up by the waist and kissed her once more. "Okay, but since you are such a lousy cocksucker I am going to make you practice on Zane every night at eleven until you get it right, at least until the end of the semester," Rio scolded Mercy. "If that is what you want!" Mercy beamed. "Lord Jesus, save me," Vivian prayed for sanity to return to the room. "Oh, no, you are not," Barbie Lynn challenged Mercy and Rio's little scheme as she rushed to my rescue. "Not every night, anyway," she added. Maybe not rushing to my rescue after all. "The next lady to lay claim to my sexual favors, I'm going to make French kiss Ms. Marlowe during breakfast at the Dining Hall," I threatened. "Spread the word." "How is that going to work?" Rio snickered. "I don't know, but I've done every other inconceivable thing I've set out to do so why should this be any different?" I gave her a lopsided grin. "Yes, all of this is very nice," Vivian lectured, "but Zane only has seven minutes left to take a shower downstairs." We started to stampede for the exit. "Robes, towels," Vivian reminded us. She was rapidly learning many of the important skills one needs to become a mother to teenagers, a cat wrangler, or a prison guard. The Dawn of the New Order, like it or not.   It started at 6:45 as we began filing out of the dorm toward the dining hall and breakfast. We received texts, or our dorm mothers received them if we didn't have that function, assigning us a tribe we belonged to. What was a tribe? No one seemed to have a clue what this entailed for us.   "So," Iona was the first to ask me, "What tribe are you part of?"   "My tribe's called the Mediator tribe," I responded. "What lame-ass name does your tribe have?" Iona blinked at me, took my phone from my hands, and looked at it while we walked.   "Mercy and I are in 17," Rio sneered. "Why did your group merit a name and ours didn't?"   "Because Zane doesn't have a tribe," Iona figured. "He is not of the mediator tribe; he's a mediator. The real question is, how many mediators are there and what is their responsibility?"   "I'm in tribe three," Vivian volunteered. "I do have a notation but no indication who to see about it." The conversations around us were going in the same general direction, the girls trying to figure what sort of disruptions this would cause. The teachers put a kibosh on students walking around and finding out where their friends were placed so the text and phone messages being tossed around were obscene.   The surprise going to breakfast had saved virtually all of the freshmen from Handmaiden's Duty but they snapped us up heading for Assembly. I had Frederica Nicholas who decided to make a game of her giving me a word and me having to create a poetic verse. I rapidly learned the more risqu my verse, the more touchy-feely she became. (And she is a Rhaine supporter, huh?) I am a glutton for sexual foreplay no matter where it comes from.   Entry into the Assembly Hall brought its own special form of confusion. All the seats had numbers for the tribes that could sit there. I didn't find my group anywhere but I did catch the fact that Christina's group had been broken up. I stopped by Heaven to put a comforting hand on her shoulder because she looked terribly unsettled before I approached Ms. Goodswell on the stage.   My spiritual advisor stood up, walked to the edge of the stage, and knelt down so we could talk privately.   "Hi, Teach. I can't seem to find my groups/tribe's area," I said pleasantly. "Can you help me out? Hell, can you tell me what's going on?"   "Zane, your seat is right over there," she said, pointing to a chair on the front row, aisle seat. She smiled sadly. "All I can tell you about this program right now is that I trust you." Oh crap, that didn't sound good. Sitting on the front row, the region normally reserved for seniors, was just as disturbing. I sensed an epic boning in my future and I was sure I knew who the chick with the strap-on was.   Chancellor Bazz came to the podium and led us through the first ten minutes of the session. I could tell she was simmering with anger and resentment over whatever the upcoming fiasco was, and she showed it. She introduced Vice Chancellor Scarlett, then sat down abruptly. Her enthusiasm wasn't muted; it was buried in the core of the earth.   "Greetings, students of Freedom Fellowship University; I believe we stand at the first step to a great, glorious, and blessed experiment," Vice Chancellor Doctor Victoria Scarlett began. Her plan did sound grandiose, was certainly going to be famous (or infamous), and whichever supernatural powers put their mark on this train wreck, I was sure we'd discover the Arch-angel Morningstar also had his sulfuric fingerprints on it when the CSI's were finally brought in.   The basics of the scheme: There would be eighteen tribes of fifty or more members. Each tribe had all four grades in it but was focused on declared majors so that the girls could support one another. Each tribe would internally determine how they would regulate themselves as well. Externally, relations would be overseen by the Mediator, yes, that was in the singular, as in one: me.   At this point, I was wondering if jumping up, shooting Scarlett in the heart, and crying 'Sic semper tyrannis' was appropriate. I didn't have a gun and realistically, Victoria didn't deserve death for what she was putting all of us through. A few days in a pillory would suffice. No, she was making me be the 'Man' of our academic community, our judge and arbitrator.   As for my job qualifications, or lack thereof; I am considered morally loose, if not downright deviant. I'm an eighteen-year-old boy telling twenty-one-year-old women what to do, I have no legal experience, oh, yes, and half the campus hates my guts. I almost missed it when Doctor Scarlett added that Vivian would remain my guardian.   Maybe Vivian would throw herself in the path of a sharpened pencil, pen, or stylus aimed at my heart by any number of the young ladies that wanted me dead, just like a Secret Service Agent.   "You will be informed of the location of your first meetings. Each tribe will meet at eight o'clock tonight and tomorrow night to create the foundations of your group," Doctor Scarlett informed us.   "Tribes five and seventeen will be meeting in the Solarium of Alan Smithee dorm, if that is okay with Mr. Braxton." Victoria looked my way. I stood up in case anyone missed my discomfort for being called out and actually asked by a lead educator for anything resembling permission on this campus.   "Eight o'clock tonight?" I questioned. "I don't know if that works for me. I have a Brazilian body wax at eight and have scheduled my eyebrows to be plucked at 8:45, plus there is a new episode of NCIs: Los Angeles at nine."   "How about they promise to keep the noise level down?" Victoria volleyed right back at me without missing a beat.   "Very well, Doctor Scarlett, if you personally guarantee their behavior, I'm okay with them using my room," I allowed. I couldn't provoke Scarlett and I couldn't embarrass her, so I was back to facing her rear-bound artificial cock catching up with my behind. I sat back down. Victoria quickly exited center stage and a bitter Chancellor ushered us through the last of the service.   I waited outside the Assembly Hall for my friends and my Handmaiden for the moment, Theresa Yates. Christina and Chastity caught up with me first, both giving me a curious look.   "Bro," Rio sneered as she and Mercy joined us, "we need to discuss your future abuse of power, bribes and kick-backs you are going to get. Nice banter with ol' Scarlett too."   "Yes," Christina said sarcastically, "being flippant with the Vice Chancellor backfired so spectacularly the first time, it definitely needed repeating." Her criticism really sucked because I always secretly wanted her to think well of me.   "What's your plan?" Chastity prodded me. She was always helping me out when she got the chance. As she finished, Iona, Hope, Faith, and Heaven showed up.   "They split us up," growled Heaven. "Do something, Zane."   "He just found out about this," Iona responded before I could. "Give it time and combined, we will come up with a solution together." I sighed with some relief at her assistance and then I blinked. The powerful kiss I planted on Iona's lips caught everyone off-guard.   "Freaking brilliant!" I complimented her gaily, giddy with glee. I didn't have an actual plan yet but I had a direction to propel my thought toward. With my mind awhirl, I caught sight of Theresa moving past me on her way to class.   "Hey, Theresa," I called out. "What are you having me do today?" She looked a bit shocked.   "Zane, we are no longer allowed to call on you for Handmaiden's Duty," she informed me.   "Oh, He, ck no," I choked out. "Who says?"   "The Vice-Chancellor declared you to be outside the tradition," she stated sadly. I wasn't going to stand for this. Victoria was building a wedge between me and the rest of the student body.   "Iona, do that tech-thing that you do and inform the ladies that by the authority vested in me as mediator, I am reinstating myself as part of the Handmaiden's duty until, over half of the tribal leaders petition that I do otherwise," I announced.   "By tech-thing, do you mean send a text message with an accompanying e-mail to all the students on the school registry?" Iona regarded me quizzically.   "Zane," Chastity worried, "are you sure you have the authority?"   "Of course he has the authority," Rio declared. "He's the freaking mediator." Sometimes I would really like to get a word in before the conversation runs away from me.   I swatted Iona on the ass, she squawked.   "Chastity, this is clearly a game of chicken, so why not see how far Scarlett is willing to go," I replied. The look Christina gave me restored my faith in me; her eyes beamed at me, alight with an intellectual fire. I had one last thing to do while the chaos boiled one last time before the ebb: I hugged Rio.   "I want you to break into Gabrielle's place," I whispered in her ear, "wait for her to come get you, and tell her this: There is no Cordelia Dresden."   "Back off, Joker," Rio punched me. Rio trusted me not to put her in harm's way if I had another choice and Gabrielle knew that Rio would be the last person any sane individual would trust to do this.   She gave no hint of a reply to my request. The assumption was, if Cordelia didn't know what we were up to, she couldn't figure out a way to stop us, and right now I wanted a way for us out of her little game here at FFU. My current theory was that the girl I knew as Cordelia didn't exist before she came here, she was an invented personality, and I wanted to know who the inventor was.   Oh yeah, back to my actual life where my academic and social lives were in upheaval because my current nemesis (or one of them anyway) was a crusading idealist. I swear to God, if I survive this place, I will never forgive Aunt Jill for not sending me to the University of Hawaii, which was my first choice for college. All I had to worry about there was hurricanes, tsunamis, volcanoes, and the wrath of the island spirits for despoiling virgins, simple shit.   "Zane, you will discuss the merits and sins of the concubines of King Solomon with me," Theresa said, as she passed me her backpack to carry. Life rolled back to semi-normal and we separated to make our way to our first classes of the day. That illusion took another ill turn when I entered English class with Ms. Goodswell. She gestured for me to come to her desk before the lesson began.   "Zane," she informed me softly, "none of the female teachers or administrators at this school can give you orders, only suggestions. Only Doctor Jennings may truly compel you to do anything."   This bombshell was the reason she said she trusted me back in Assembly. The only one making me do the right thing was me. I had never considered me Mr. Responsibility before so I was in for a crash course in having authority over 900 students and 100 teachers. I told Virginia Goodswell about my decision concerning my Handmaiden's Duty to get her input, then compelled her to treat me as any other student, because apparently, I'm in charge of students now.   "There are old soldiers and there are bold soldiers, but there are very few old, bold soldiers," she reminded me. "Never forget, no matter how dark it may seem, Zane, you are never alone."   "I could always use a picture of you in a white, low-cut bikini to inspire me," I hinted.   "Mr. Braxton, by the authority vested in me by the mediator, I order you to take your seat so we can begin classes," she smirked. Oh, the irony: stymied by my own hubris.   Celia Wanamaker snapped me up coming out of English class. Vivian was waiting for me and Raven was in tow, right up until Paige snapped her up. Celia had me name a biblical character for each letter of the alphabet. Paige had Raven quote bible verses, backwards. As if there was any doubt my day could get worse, it did so immediately.   "Oh, the great Priest-King approaches!" screeched Rio on seeing me. "We all must genuflect, that's kneel down until your head touches the ground for you stupid bitches, until the Mediator passes." The horrible, horrible thing was that dozens of confused girls started doing just that.   "Hold on," I held up my hands for attention, "Hold on. Rio is mistaken. Genuflecting is only done during the Holy Days of Christmas, Good Friday, and Easter."   Okay, I made that up off the fly and I figured that I wouldn't be at school for Christmas, and Good Friday and Easter were next year and I'd worry about that then. For now:   "Emily, Rebecca, Henrietta, and Magdalena, please carry Rio to her next class, by the legs and arms," I instructed some of the closest students. "If a door or other object gets in the way, don't hesitate to use her head as a battering ram."   "Damn, Bro, that's harsh," Rio giggled from the floor. I knelt beside her.   "Yeah," I whispered, "like being man-handled by four girls isn't going to turn you on."   "Don't tell them that," she whispered back. I rose and continued on to class. A wiggling, squirming, cursing, and fighting Rio followed us.   I went through the same rigmarole in Biblical Archeology. I told the teacher that using my authority over students, I was instructing her to instruct me as if I was any other student, because I was a student and this was the area of my authority; right? She bought into my reasoning with some relief.   "How was it?" I mouthed to Rio once class was well on the way.   "Two hands all the way up the thigh, one knows I forgot my undies and was thoroughly soaked, two titties grabbed," Rio described what she'd been subjected to, "and I got to bite Magdalena's ass. I love those soccer player asses. You are most likely the best friend I will ever know; thank you."   "Always willing to help a fellow pervert out," I grinned back. Rio winked, then returned to work. I needed all the humor I could get because it was going to be a long damn day. By the time I made Marksmanship at three o'clock, I was damn happy to shoot something. I got some relief by having my best day ever, scoring a 53 (out of a possible 100) at the range. When I finished, I noticed a large number of my club mates standing close by.   WOMEN and the WORLD at LARGE   "Yes?" I questioned the ladies clustered behind me at the firing line.   "Oh, we are huddling behind your manliness," Daphne, one of the better shooters, joked.   "Manliness? Daphne, you just shot an 87. Hell, if you ladies want to be safe, stand in front of me, because apparently that's the one place my bullets don't go," I chided her.   That was a slight exaggeration. I was a pretty good shot out to 50 meters, but when I have to use binoculars to even see the target some of these girls are nailing, I know I have a long way to go.   "Zane, police your station," Hope instructed me. "Everyone, it is time for field training." This was the other part of marksmanship, sneaking around and spotting targets in the woods. We didn't use live rounds but it was still fun stuff.   "Gung-ho!" I responded to Hope. I'd heard that this was the battle cry of an Asian-American unit in World War II; Japanese I think.   "I'm Korean, Zane," Hope tried not to chuckle. "We are not exactly friends with the Japanese."   "If I stop saying it will you ask your Daddy not to come?" I inquired hopefully.   "If you keep saying it, I'll stop telling my Father I can't live without you," she countered.   "You can't live without me?" I questioned.   "Of course I can live without you, but I had to think of something to stop him from parachuting here in the dead of night and slitting your throat," she confided.   "You are joking; right?" I worried. Hope was nonresponsive as we got our gear together for the hike. "Hope, tell me that was a joke." Once we passed into the forest, Hope was quiet, business-like and nothing but. We were a mile into our trek when Hope settled down to study the environs. Per procedure, Hope watched to her front and left; I crouched at her back, facing away, and watched to our rear and Hope's right.   We would stay this way until Hope set up on the target, which was when I became her spotter. Since we weren't there yet, I scanned my area one more time, then cupped my right hand and reached behind me until I touched Hope's ass. I waited for a reaction of any kind but none came. Three seconds later I began to gently coast along her posterior, lightly squeezing her buttocks and rubbing along her cleft.   With a careful ear, I caught Hope's breath gaining in intensity. A few seconds later, she reached back and tapped my arm lightly so I stopped. Hope then rose carefully and we continued on our way. During the entire encounter, neither one of us had deviated from our watchfulness, which gave the whole situation a greater erotic appeal for me.   "Zane," Hope caught my attention as the last rifle and bullet was secured away, "I really wasn't sure how you would deal with me, being better than you. How do you do it?"   "All the training and skill in the world isn't worth a damn if you won't fight," I tried to explain. "A willingness to fight without talent is a waste. Hope, you didn't defeat me; you beat me."   She seemed to be searching for my definition of those two terms.   "Let's walk over to Orienteering before Heaven pops," I suggested. "We can both pin Heaven down but short of killing her, I'm not sure how to stop her." Hope chuckled at that assessment and nodded. "Hope, you put me on the mat and made me tap out, you beat me. You haven't discouraged me from coming at you when I feel I'm more capable, you haven't defeated me."   "Beating implies physical dominance but defeat is a state of mind," Hope replied as she stripped my definitions bare. I swung back my hand to spank her ass. Hope flinched slightly as instinct recognized the incoming blow and dictated a menu of responses, most of which involved causing me pain. I spanked her left ass cheek; Hope yelped and glared over her shoulder at me in feigned annoyance.   "You are a very verbose wench," I shook my finger at her.   "Do you want them to perform an extensive autopsy to figure out where I stuck that finger or are you going to remove it from my face right now?" she challenged me mirthfully. I stepped to her side, draped an arm around her waist; a second later she hesitantly echoed the gesture.   When we got to Orienteering, Hope and I parted company and I joined my fellow students as Heaven stood before us. The silence dragged on, and on until I finally felt compelled to raise my hand.   "Yes, Zane?" Heaven asked sweetly. You know; that 'sweetly' that says, I have an iron skillet to the head in my immediate future.   "Class? Are we going to have class today? Please?" I mumbled.   "I don't know, Zane," Heaven glared at me with a vicious smile stitched to her face. "Do we have your permission to have class today? Apparently we need to." Oh, fuck-buckets; Hope had probably had the same instructions and blown them off; Heaven was going a different way.   "I understand," I announced with dignity as I stood and walked up beside Heaven before facing the rest of the class. "As your appointed mediator, I think we should come forth and pray on the matter. All of you come to the front and kneel in a semi-circle; you too Heaven." I put a hand on her shoulder and put pressure on her to kneel beside me, right beside me.   The girls gathered around, Heaven was on her knees only inches from my crotch with her eyes flickering from my hard cock (I'm giving strong consideration to slamming that bastard in the middle of the US Tax Code to make it calm down) to my eyes. Soon I was in the center of a waist-level sea of slightly swaying female heads.   "Let us pray," I intoned. "Lord, guide us and give us strength to be true to ourselves, have faith in the gifts of insight, determination, and self-worth you have given us. Also, give us the vision to see what is wrong, the knowledge to understand when we hear things that are nonsense, and the will to forge past those words so that we find our own voice. In Jesus Christ's name we pray; Amen." "Amen," the girls said, at varying volumes and with varying conviction. They were all there, on their knees, staring at me. I swear to God, if one of them had 'Bahhed, I'd have died on the spot. "Okay, who believes I'm more qualified to teach this class than Heaven?" I began. Two girls started to raise their hands then self-consciously reversed direction. "You are all correct; I am totally unqualified to teach this class. I am totally unqualified to tell any of you to do virtually anything. I don't know more about life than any of the rest of you do. At eighteen, I'm younger than most of you. I'm a guy, nothing more. You ladies don't need me. Really, do any of you have any need of me whatsoever?" "Sex," blurted out of the mouth of Ruth, one of the senior club members. No one said anything for a few seconds. Okay, I could deal with this. "Fine, sex. With the Purity Pledge here, do any of you think you would need me for sex?" Twelve of the fourteen girls raised their hands; counting Heaven made it thirteen. I wanted to be anywhere else but in the deathtrap of my own creation. Screw that; I wanted to crawl into a deep, dark hole and pull the dirt in behind me. "We hear you are really good at it," Benios tried to explain things to me. "Brandi told us all about blowjobs. Those seem safe enough with the Pledge," Michelle added. Heaven started snickering at my expense. "All right, everyone," Heaven raised her voice as she stood up, accidentally squeezing my cock through my pants as she did so, "let's get started, and if no one screws up today, we can have Thursday's class in Zane's bedroom." We finished the last class for the day and started leaving our outdoor classroom when Ruth put her hand on my lower arm. "Zane, does a blowjob violate the Purity Pledge?" she asked. That wasn't really what she was asking. Why would I know the specifics of a pledge that everyone knew I hadn't taken? No, what she was asking was if she could experiment with oral sex with me. The other girls were not so surreptitiously hanging around for the answer. "Honestly, I don't believe that fellatio is an acceptable alternative to vaginal sex unless it includes cunnilingus," I bullshitted. I believed that, but I was hoping the lingo would buy me an exit. "What?" Ruth stammered. "Oh, I know that," Michelle giggled. "Fellatio is when you take a man's phallus and put it in your mouth, and cunnilingus is when a man puts his mouth, down there," she pointed at her crotch. "Zane, do you do that too? Put your mouth, Ruth hounded me. "Sure," I confessed. "Every man should, but in reality, it is more than tongue work", I wiggled my tongue, "but finger work too. All you have to do is think how your fingers feel down there, except this time they are under someone else's control and you have a strong, flexible muscle added to the mix." I instantly knew I was missing something with this audience. "You touch yourself; right?" I questioned. By many of the guilty looks, I could tell that most of the class had, but a surprising number hadn't, Ruth included. "I never have," Ruth replied. "I was afraid I'd stop being a virgin." I nodded, walked over to the closest tree, and banged my head against it. "That's enough for today," Heaven intervened. "We can pick up this wonderful, non-orienteering discussion next time." She ushered me away. I was rather thankful to get away and into the company of someone I trusted. "Are you ready for tonight?" "You mean am I waiting to pack your tight ass and drag my fingernails over your back until I draw blood? Yes," I grinned down at her. "Evil!" she giggled. "You are sinister, vile, and an aberration to all that is pure in the world." "Well, you are purely wonderful," I countered. "So is this a case of opposites attract?" "Do you like to see me that way?" my transvestite lover teased. "Your legs on my shoulders as I drive into you; on your hands and knees; you looking down at me as you slide down that first time, your ass cheeks bouncing, with my hands kneading them as you face away, but most of all, with your head on my chest, asleep, your hair spilling over your eyes as you lay there, that's the best," I related. "How can you be lusty and sweet at the same time?" she murmured. "It's how you make me feel, Heaven," I explained. "It is no mystery, you are that good to me." "Best boyfriend ever," she whispered, as she hugged my arm tight. On the final approach to Heaven's dorm, she gave me a nudge. "So, how did you beat the ten-second rule?" Heaven prodded me. "We have a ten-second rule?" I questioned. "We don't, silly; it's Hope's rule," Heaven grinned. "No one holds her for more than ten seconds. She has, had proximity issues." "We were intimate," I pointed out. "That probably helps." "I hope so," Heaven laughed. "The first time Christina and I barged into her room, we found ourselves staring down the barrel of a gun. Chastity was her roommate and she nearly freaked because she didn't know Hope had an automatic, much less slept with one under her pillow." "Note to self: never climb in Hope's window looking for a midnight hook-up," I sighed. "Hey," Heaven playfully grumbled, "if you are crawling in anyone's window for some late-night booty, it had better be my window and my booty you are after, Mister." "Or what?" I teased. "Are we back to me being in a deep, dark hole, you with the only key, dressed up for me in black strips of leather?" That description dated back to our first day on campus together when she hated my very existence. "Bitch," Heaven growled with frustrated desire. "I'll see you at the car in ten minutes, then." I gave a double pump of the eyebrows and left. We had been invited by Officer Danica Campbell of the Lancaster PD for a barbeque so we could get reacquainted. It was something Heaven was really looking forward to (not that I minded). Danica's house needed a little yard work but was otherwise an unremarkable ranch style house with an attached carport. Heaven's hands kept fluttering at her sides and straightening out her skirt. Me; I was in a long-sleeved pull-over and jeans and was having a much easier time of it emotionally. My only problem was our timetable; I had to be back before nine. We could smell the burning charcoal from the front yard but I indicated to Heaven that we weren't friends enough to simply walk around back unannounced. We rang the doorbell, then rang it again. Heaven was going for a third, nervous try when Danica opened the door. "Hey, you two, come on in," she greeted us, and stepped aside so we could enter. The first aura I detected in Danica's home was of benign neglect; the house was inhabited but no one actually lived here. Everything looked old but not worn, except for one chair and the cabinet around the TV which had VHS tapes (?) and scores of DVDs from the past ten years. Danica was in a lumberjack shirt, jeans, and deck shoes with a noticeable lack of bra, panties, and socks. "I'm glad you two showed up," Danica said, talking to us as we followed her through the living room to the kitchen. We could see the grill cooking away on a concrete patio through a sliding glass door. "I almost showed up last night," Heaven blurted out, then looked mortified. "You would have had to wait a while," Danica joked. "I worked last night." "I would have put her to sleep on the doorstep, covered her in a blanket, and given her a garden gnome to use as a pillow," I joked. Heaven blushed furiously and punched me in the arm. "Be careful, Mister Braxton," Danica threatened me with a wink, "I have handcuffs, pepper spray, and a taser, behave." I was hoping that comical exchange would have reduced the tension. It almost worked. As Danica opened the sliding glass door, she turned to say something. I have no idea what it was that got into her but at that point, Heaven threw herself at our hostess, wrapped her arms around Danica's neck, and kissed the lady cop. Danica staggered out the door onto the patio, grabbed the doorsill before they toppled over, and after her obvious moment of panic, put her other arm around Heaven's waist. Third Wheel Syndrome was kicking in for a while as the two kept tickling each other's tonsils and rubbing their bodies together. "I, ah, wanted to kiss you since I talked to you on the phone," Heaven finally said. Danica stroked a finger along Heaven's left earlobe, wiggling it back and forth. "Mission accomplished," Danica smiled. "You don't date much, do you? That's not a condemnation; it's just, you have a raw intensity I haven't seen in a while. I like it." Heaven looked ready to dive into another lip frenzy when our hostess held her up. "Let's check on the grill, unless you like your pork chops and chicken burnt as hard as the coals that made 'em." Heaven gave Danica enough lead to make it to the grill and open it up. My friend coughed and choked as the smoke billowed out; it was Heaven's first outdoor barbeque, or at least the first that didn't involve a professional pit master and a whole steer. "Give her some room," I cautioned Heaven. "I hear those things are hot." It was my first time too, but they had similar things in Thailand so I wasn't totally lost. Eventually, I was forced to wrap my arms around Heaven from behind to keep her from bouncing all over the place. Her enthusiasm didn't bother me; she was fun and felt she had a lot of catching up to do. We chatted about her work and our school machinations. Danica made a crack about me and women putting me on my back, funny like a crutch. We gathered in her living room; it was the only room that had the seats to meet our needs with the meat, coleslaw, hush puppies, and lima beans to eat. There was the promise of sherbet if dinner didn't fill us up. Things were going so smoothly that I almost missed Danica's little ploy. "Heaven, since you are getting a beer, would you get me one too," Danica off-handedly mentioned. We were finishing up the meal and washing it down with the appropriate beverage, lemonade in my case and beer in theirs. "Sure," Heaven smiled warmly, and off she went. She didn't hear Danica get up and follow her into the kitchen, though Danica did give me a wink. The moment Heaven pulled the two lagers out of the refrigerator, Danica slipped up behind her and pressed her body into Heaven's. For a second, Heaven thought it was me and was looking over her shoulder to chastise me. I was following but was hanging back. "Zane, then she noticed it was Danica, "Huh?" "Hey, Precious," Danica purred to her, "it seems your hands are occupied;" gesturing to the beer in each. Danica stretched her arms around and cupped Heaven's breasts and began massaging them. Heaven tried to twist around but Danica didn't let her. She bit into Heaven's neck instead, sucking up and down from ear to shoulder. "The last time you snuck up on me; now it is my turn. How does it feel?" Danica continued. She pressed Heaven up against the refrigerator door, grinding her there for a while before letting Heaven turn and faced her. "It feels good," Heaven gulped, "but I know some other things I want to do to you that are better." Danica answered that by sensually sliding down Heaven's body until she was kneeling. From there she lifted Heaven's skirt, pulled down her double panties and started making kissing/slurping noises that made Heaven shudder in anticipation. Danica was bobbing in a slow, languid style that was pushing the tranny toward her own internal blaze. I saw the opportunity to come up and relieve Heaven of her beers before she dropped them. Heaven's hands dropped immediately to Danica's head and trembled with the desire to push Danica farther and farther down her cock. Danica held her off, having more blowjob experience than Heaven and I combined. I took the time offered to remove all our shirts and Heaven's bra before alternating kissing Danica's neck and back while playing with her tits, and going to Heaven and kissing her and teasing her nipples with my teeth. She was over-eager and was tapping Danica's crown inside a minute, indicating the shortness of her fuse. Heaven gave a muted squeak followed by, "Oh, God, that's so fucking good, take it, oh, God, take it!" Danica did a masterful job of soaking up everything Heaven had to give and draining her dry afterwards. Danica had to hold Heaven's hips to stop my lover from sliding to the ground on her ass. "I think we will all be passing on the sherbet," Danica grinned while licking her lips. Heaven nodded, first shakily but soon with much more assurance. I kicked off my shoes in my own endorsement of this plan and we were soon all migrating to Danica's bedroom. Heaven, new to the romantic aspects of sexuality, dove straight onto the bed and shimmied out of her skirt. Danica and I stopped at the foot of said bed and shed our pants (and underwear for me). As Heaven looked at us, I pulled Danica's hair aside and began kissing her from right beneath her ear down to the nape of her neck. Danica responded by pressing her backside into me and gyrating her ass on my crotch. Danica ran her left hand behind her back and began moving it sensually along my stomach to the base of my cock and up again. Her right hand stroked my thigh and hip on the other side. I countered by moving my left to her left breast, mauling it but leaving the nipple unmolested for now. My right hand went in a serpentine fashion to her crotch and hovered right above her clitoris. We played tag with our intimate parts long enough for Danica to start sweating and moaning against me. "Why aren't you married, again?" she snickered. "Oh, yeah, you being eighteen and all." "Are you too much woman for one man?" I countered. "Actually, I've been looking for someone special," she confessed, but she wasn't looking at me when she said it. That wasn't lost on Heaven either; her jaw dropped. "Don't freak," Danica reassured her. "I know we don't have much in common, I'm a townie and you're a rich girl from somewhere else, but we have until spring if you want to hang out." It took Heaven a few moments to digest that. "I'd like that, Danica; I'd like that a lot," she smiled. "Well, I'd like it if you came over here and kissed me before your boyfriend drives me totally nuts," Danica teased her. Heaven got on her knees and waddled to the end of the bed to join us. "Wait," Heaven said at the last second, eyes wide with surprise. "I have a boyfriend and a girlfriend, I rock!" and then she dove into Danica's lips. Danica was propelled into me by Heaven's passionate embrace. She reciprocated by moving her hand off my hip and onto Heaven's semi-rigid cock. Heaven's phallus hardened quickly enough and she upped the tempo by buoying up her breasts and initiating a nipple fight between her tits and Danica's, wow, a freaking advantage I hadn't thought of. "Let s, Danica gulped for air " get on, the bed. I want some, of this, in me," she pulled on Heaven's cock. Oh, yeah, this was the Heaven-Danica show and I was second fiddle, and I felt it was glorious. 'You are known not by what you do but by what you leave behind,' or so yet another saying goes. Danica and Heaven were happy with one another, even if only for a little while. That 'while' included Heaven retreating up the bed as Danica followed and I pursued her. "Have you been a good girl?" Danica quizzed Heaven. "Do we need a condom?" clarified the issue. "No, no, I've only been with Zane," Heaven answered. "That's hardly a ringing endorsement for safe sex," Danica chuckled. "Damn, that's just cold," I groaned. "For your information, if my partner wasn't a virgin, she was someone I know intimately." "So you are not doing it with that Warlord chick living in your house now?" Danica persisted. "How do you even know about that? It happened Sunday," I wondered. "Zane," Danica sighed patiently, "I'm a cop and your house is like two miles away." "Can we get back to concentrating on the sex?" Heaven grumbled. "I'll wear a condom if you want. I'll wear a harem girl outfit if you want, as long as it leads to sex with you." "That won't be, necessary," Danica murmured as she positioned Heaven's cock between her labia then began to push down. I was working out what my place in this could be when I spotted the bottle of lubricant (generic) boldly sitting on Danica's nightstand, not very subtle at all. I shifted over, got the bottle, then got around behind them once more. "Can I join in?" I asked. "I trust you," Danica purred. Silly her; I'm behind her with a source of lube and a passion to use it. I poured some out on Danica's cleft and let it ooze down toward her cunt. I let it cascade over three fingers before sealing it up again. With my left hand, I began working a finger into Danica's anus, and with my right, I worked another into Heaven's. "Oh," Danica grunted, as I slipped past her sphincter. Heaven's response was to moan sensually. It took me a little while to not only work a finger in but a second one in as well; then the fun began. With Heaven, I began both pumping and making a series of circular motions; with Danica, though, I pressed down until I was counter-massaging Heaven's cock through the walls of her rectum and cunt. "Oh, my fucking God!" shouted Danica. "That feels great; she's really grinding against me." "Keep that up," gasped Heaven. "I, I can feel your fingers." Okay, I got this one right. I could also feel the sympathetic impulses growing between Danica's vaginal walls and Heaven's cock; they weren't going to last long. Drilling Heaven's butthole in rapid-fire fashion sent her crashing ahead of the wave. "Dan, Dan, Danica, Hell, yeah!" Heaven screamed as she slammed upward into the lady cop. Danica's back bowed and a low growling noise reverberated through her body. Both tried to use their anal muscles to grind my finger bones together; for the orgasms they were riding through, it was worth it. Danica shivered through one last orgasmic burst then settled gently down on Heaven. Heaven reached around with her arms and ran them up and down Danica's back. Our hostess pushed off her lover's body with her elbows on the mattress and kissed her nose. "That felt wonderful," she smiled down at Heaven. Heaven didn't immediately respond. "Is something wrong?" Danica worried. "I, um, it was really nice, Danica, but, Heaven worked through the words. "But?" Danica asked. "But I think I'm into guys," Heaven gave her worried confession. "I'm sorry; what we did felt good but what sent me over the top was, " "Oh," Danica seemed to deflate. "Hold on," I intervened, even as my fingers were still slowly working them both. "Heaven, you liked Danica's blowjob; right?" "Yes. It was wonderful," Heaven brightened up. "She's, you are, she looked into Danica's eyes " the best I've ever had." "Still, you like it up your ass, don't you?" I prodded. Heaven bit her lip and rolled her head to the side. Danica pushed herself onto all fours and sighed. "Well, damn," she sighed, "I was sort of hoping, " "Danica, would you consider screwing Heaven's ass? Giving it a chance?" I hazarded. "I'd give it a shot," Danica replied after a moment's hesitation. Being with a girl was new; being with a transgender was new; and now being the driving force in anal sex was going to be new too. "I'll get dressed and go out to the car," I winked. "Surprise, surprise; I worried something like this would happen so I brought a few things along." I was afraid that when I got back from the car with my backpack holding the strap-on, that a chill would have set in. I shouldn't have worried; Danica was surprisingly passionate and Heaven was sheer surprise itself. They were cuddled face to face exchanging small kisses and stroking each other's hair. "I just want you both to know," Danica held up a warding hand, "if that thing is longer than my arm, I'm calling this off." I presented the device for her approval and while it could be intimidating, it wasn't scarier than Heaven's normal equipment. "I'm glad that's going into you and not me," Danica ended up teasing Heaven. Not to be outdone, Heaven rolled onto her stomach and wiggled her upraised ass in the air. "Oh, she's begging for it," Danica laughed. "Yes, she does, and if you think that's sweet, imagine how nice it is to wake up with her ramming that pole in while riding you," I painted the picture. "Is there any position she doesn't like?" Danica inquired. "I'm right here, my ass up in the air. Please, somebody do something," Heaven whined. "Not that I know of," I ignored Heaven's plea. "You could try it in the shower, bent over the sofa, heels up in the La-Z-Boy, or hanging from the pull-up bar, she's quite strong." "Oh, hmm, thanks, Zane; I'll explore those opportunities," Danica grinned. "Hello, ass here, needs stuffing," Heaven became more insistent. "She's shameless," Danica teased happily. "Absolutely," I laughed, "but if one of us doesn't fulfill her needs real soon, violence will ensue." "Zane, you warm her up and I'll figure out how to put this thing on," Danica instructed me as she took hold of her sexual toy. "About damn time," Heaven panted as I worked my first finger in again. I'd oiled up several fingers before handing the lube to Danica to prepare her artificial cock with. Heaven's anus was already pliable from our activity so it took only two minutes to work the second and third finger in. By that time, both Danica and Heaven were ready. "This is weird," Danica mumbled, as she placed her phallic head against Heaven's sphincter. "Let me know if this, she got out before Heaven pushed back and gasped. "Doesn't that hurt?" "Makes me feel full," Heaven gasped. "Push." Danica did indeed push, and spanked Heaven for good measure. Now that I was freed up again, I elected to recline beside Heaven and watch her get fucked by Danica. Heaven and I made eye contact; that totally free, blissful look was exceptionally special for me. I'd seen Heaven afraid far too often. I'd seen her furious far too often as well. "Zane," Heaven perked up, "get over here. I want your cock. I want it coming and going." "Revenge," taunted Danica. Heaven and I had given Officer Campbell simultaneous oral and anal sex, and now Heaven was getting the same treatment. I sat my ass on the pillow in front of Heaven's face, legs spread wide. She grabbed my cock in both hands (my cock is so massive, its ability to block out the Sun often cows primitive tribes, or maybe Heaven has small hands) and yanked it forward somewhat painfully until she could lick the tip. "Come on, Zane," Danica egged me on, "take hold of her head and fuck her like a cheap slut." A shudder passed head to foot through Heaven's body and she gave out a small sob. "Heaven," I asked cautiously, "do you want to stop?" "I'm being fucked like a slut, Zane," she replied tearfully. "I'm being fucked like a slut." You never know with some people. Danica gave me a worried look so I gave her a quick smile and a nod. Heaven wanted to be a woman, but almost as important was that she wanted to be seen and treated like a woman. It may have played out in Heaven's imagination that she had gone to some seedy bar looking all hot and sexy, then a couple had picked her up so they could treat her like a bad little girl. I raised my hips, feeding more of my cock into Heaven's mouth. "Spank your bitch's ass," I teased Danica. She responded by alternating noisy but not very painful slaps to our tranny's buttocks. Heaven wanted the tease, not the real pain, and Danica was right there for her. Once we had a good rhythm going, I could feel Danica's cock slamming at its deepest impact, Heaven squirming and squealing with the pleasure and her tongue and throat swirling around my oral intrusion. She slurped and sucked desperately while a small amount of drool marked her cheek and jaw. Heaven began making whimpering noises along with the grunts when Danica drove in deeper. All the sizzling sex I'd been forced (yeah, right) to watch sent me over the edge first. "Heaven, babe, here it comes," I chanted several times before I finally did shoot gobs and gobs, so much it shot out her nose and mouth. Okay, not really that much, but I certainly felt some relief. &l

A cozy beach getaway turned into a nightmare that none of them expected. Last summer, Marissa and her fiancé Ben rented a charming cedar cottage on the Oregon coast with friends Jamie and Lauren. The place had all the makings of a peaceful vacation — weathered wood siding, a porch swing overlooking the ocean, and the smell of salt and pine drifting through the rooms. But their dream trip changed the very first night. Marissa woke around midnight to the moonlight over the water… and saw a little girl in an old-fashioned blue dress standing silently by the bedroom door. She looked almost real — until Marissa realized she could see the wood grain of the door through her. Footsteps echoed in the hallway when no one was there. Bathroom items were swept into the tub as if tossed by unseen hands. A bedroom door slammed with enough force to rattle the window while giggles echoed in the hall. Jamie felt something brush past him on the stairs, and Lauren swore she heard humming in the empty parlor. This chilling true ghost story from the Oregon coast proves that not all historic cottages by the sea are as peaceful as they appear. #TrueGhostStory #OregonCoastHaunting #GhostChild #HauntedBeachCottage #SeashellOnTheBed #RealHaunting #ParanormalActivity #HistoricCottageHaunting #SupernaturalEncounters #UnexplainedPhenomena #ChillingVacations #RealGhostStoriesOnline Love real ghost stories? Don't just listen—join us on YouTube and be part of the largest community of real paranormal encounters anywhere. Subscribe now and never miss a chilling new story:

On episode 265 of the Atlantic City podcast, Kyle and Craig play “Would You Rather?” with casino cocktails (plus a bonus “Would You Rather?” later in the episode). Then, it’s... Read more »

Al, Zach, John Luke, and Christian reflect on why the Robertsons have always leaned into sometimes crude humor, especially around the dinner table. The guys explore how the graphic nature of certain parts of the Bible lends itself to a real, rich texture of humanity. They move into the story of the final plague and the Passover, where God used the death of Egypt's firstborn to demonstrate His power and faithfulness. In this episode: Exodus 10, verses 21–29; Exodus 11, verses 1–10; Exodus 12, verses 1–14, 29–36; Exodus 14, verses 13–31; Exodus 15, verses 1–2; Isaiah 2, verses 2–3; Acts 10, verses 9–16; 1 Peter 2, verses 9–10; 2 Thessalonians 1, verse 9; Revelation 21, verses 24–26; Genesis 15, verses 9–17 Today's conversation is about lesson 4 of The Exodus Story taught by Hillsdale Professor Justin Jackson. Take the course with us at no cost to you! Sign up at ⁠http://unashamedforhillsdale.com/⁠ More about The Exodus Story: Explore God's mercy as he leads Israel out of slavery in Egypt. Exodus is a central narrative of the Bible. It recounts the moment that God reclaims Israel as his people, rescues them from slavery in Egypt, and establishes the Ten Commandments to guide their moral and religious freedom as an independent society. In “The Exodus Story,” Professor of English Justin Jackson picks up the biblical narrative where his course on Genesis ended. Join Professor Jackson in learning about the nature of God's mercy, human freedom, and the relationship between the divine and man. Enroll today to discover the beauty of God reclaiming the Israelites through his mercy and love in “The Exodus Story.” Sign up at ⁠http://unashamedforhillsdale.com/ Check out At Home with Phil Robertson, nearly 800 episodes of Phil's unfiltered wisdom, humor, and biblical truth, available for free for the first time! Get it on Apple, Spotify, Amazon, and anywhere you listen to podcasts! https://open.spotify.com/show/3LY8eJ4ZBZHmsImGoDNK2l Listen to Not Yet Now with Zach Dasher on Apple, Spotify, iHeart, or anywhere you get podcasts. Chapters: 00:00-04:30 Potty humor rules the Robertsons 04:31-09:38 Provocative Biblical texts 09:39-25:59 Why God hardened Pharoah's heart 26:00-31:19 The arrogance of Egypt 31:20-40:55 The tenth plague 40:55-48:58 God tells Egypt his name — Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

The Rich Zeoli Show- Hour 2: 4:05pm- According to a report from New York Post correspondent Lydia Moynihan, prediction markets—like PolyMarket and Kalashi—are routinely flooded with “dark money” which may be manipulating public perception of prominent political races, specifically the NYC mayoral race between Zohran Mamdani and Andrew Cuomo. Could the race be a lot closer than we are expecting? 4:30pm- Remember when President Donald Trump called into the show on election night and joked that he hoped Rich's ratings went to zero because he wants the whole audience in line voting? Matt hasn't forgotten and he loves to play the clip out of context. PLUS, Rich commits a major bathroom blunder!

Two true stories frame our Halloween special: a strange night at the Stanley Hotel with unexplained footsteps and misplaced flip-flops, and a yearlong stalking case that escalates from prank calls to an attic discovery. We share how we handled fear then and how we handle it now, with hard-won safety habits and clearer lines.• Favorite horror picks and why we outgrew them• Stanley Hotel lore and the fourth floor footsteps• The elevator flip-flops and staff reactions• Early prank calls that cross a line• Window scraping, motion lights, and hang-ups• The 2 a.m. call that says “I know you're alone”• Bathroom evidence and erased messages• Snow tracks dismissed and rising frustration• Pressure mat setup and dead ends• Attic find with food, beer, and a nest• Leaving fast, no suspect identified• Later newsroom stalking and stronger response• Practical takeaways for personal safetyWe'll see you late Tuesday night for our election special with Jessica Perez, the best fundraiser in the state of New MexicoWebsite: https://www.nodoubtaboutitpodcast.com/Twitter: @nodoubtpodcastFacebook: https://www.facebook.com/NoDoubtAboutItPod/Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/markronchettinm/?igshid=NTc4MTIwNjQ2YQ%3D%3D

Things went horribly wrong in the bathroom...

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P*rn*graphy is destroying lives, families, and faith — but one Catholic priest isn't afraid to confront it head-on. In this powerful episode of The Covenant Eyes Podcast, Fr. Jonathan Meyer (Archdiocese of Indianapolis) joins Karen Potter and Theo McManigal to talk openly about the spiritual, emotional, and relational impact of p*rn*graphy—and the path to real freedom in Christ.

Quinn unpacks how the nervous system asks one question all day—Am I safe?—and why fight/flight/freeze/fawn are wise survival patterns (not personal failures). You'll learn fast, gentle regulation tools (physiological sigh, orienting, butterfly hug, vagal “voo”/humming), see them in action via pop-culture and literature examples, and leave with a 7-day plan to widen your window of tolerance. The aim: move from bracing for impact to breathing easier—then building a calmer, safer life you actually enjoy living in.What You'll LearnEmbodiment = biology: Your body is a home to be tended, not a problem to fix (Hillary McBride).Survival patterns are smart: Fight/flight/freeze/fawn kept you safe; now we teach your body new safety.Complete the stress cycle: Don't power through—release (Levine): breathe, shake, sigh, settle.Co-regulation matters: Calm spreads person-to-person (think Ted Lasso).Fast Practices (Try Today)Physiological sigh (20–30s): Inhale → tiny top-up inhale → long slow exhale (2–3x).Orienting (30–60s): Turn head, name 5 things you see, 4 touch, 3 hear, 2 smell, 1 taste.Butterfly hug (60s): Cross arms, alternate taps L/R while breathing slowly.Vagal “voo” or hum (45s): Inhale, long chest-vibrating “voo” (or hum) 2–3x.Pop Culture & Lit MirrorsInside Out 2: Anxiety tries to control everything → name it, breathe, integrate (not exile).Ted Lasso: Panic softens via breath + safe people (co-regulation).The Bear: Unfinished cycles = alarms (tight jaw, shallow breath); the body keeps score.Hurston, Their Eyes Were Watching God: Janie's embodied “yes/no” as sovereignty.Mary Oliver, “Wild Geese”: “Let the soft animal of your body love what it loves.”Mini Playbook for Divorced LifeText from ex detonates: 1 physiological sigh + orient; reply later from safety.First date freeze: Bathroom → butterfly hug 60s → decide from regulation.Co-parenting flare: Hand to heart + “voo” twice → This is my boundary. Lonely Saturday: 5-minute sensory walk → call a safe friend/pet time.7-Day Nervous System PlanMorning (1 min): Physiological sigh ×3 or butterfly hug.Mid-day (30s): Orienting—name 5 things you see.Evening (2 min): Gentle shake-out + humming/“voo.”Connection (3 min): Text/call a safe friend or sit quietly with a pet.Boundary rep (one line): “I'll need to think about that and get back to you.”Quotable“Our bodies are not problems to be solved; they are homes to be tended.” — Hillary McBride“Trauma isn't in the event, it's in the nervous system.” — inspired by Peter Levine“You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves.” — Mary OliverResources MentionedHillary McBride — The Wisdom of Your BodyPeter Levine — Waking the Tiger (Somatic Experiencing)Deirdre Fay — Becoming Safely EmbodiedContent NoteMentions of religious conditioning, sexual coercion, panic/anxiety. Please go at the pace of safety and pause anytime.Call to ActionIf this helped you exhale, share it with a sister who needs a calmer nervous system and a softer Saturday night. Rate + review + subscribe so you won't miss Part 3: Reclaiming Touch, Pleasure & Boundaries. Questions or resources? Email Quinn@postdivorceglowup.com PostDivorceGlowUp.comEmail: quinn@postdivorceglowup.com

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My Tantric Buddhist teacher mentioned how taken aback she is when she sees Buddha statues and other depictions of deities in people's bathrooms. This made me laugh... and then it made me think.In this episode of The Sage & the Song, I pass along a teaching I received from my teacher Anuttara Lakshmin Nath that's made me think twice about the depictions of deities in my house. Join me to assess our relationship with these sacred objects in an attempt to appreciate, not appropriate.~ RESOURCES ~⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Sign up for my weekly Museletter⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ to get tips like this in your inbox.Follow me on ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Substack: Frequency First⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Visit my website: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠brittagreenviolet.com⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Connect with me on IG: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠@brittagreenviolet⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Connect on LinkedIn: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠@brittagudmunson⁠

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Hi everyone, I'm Nancy Hugo, and you're listening to Home Design Chat with Nancy., I am a certified kitchen designer and love remodeling kitchens and bathrooms. Home Design Chat with Nancy is all about your home…how to plan, design and execute your remodel and much more.You use the bathroom several times a day and don't really look at it with a critical eye, but then you look at magazines and realize your bathroom could use an update.  That's our subject for today.Main reasons why your bathroom looks outdated:Color schemesBuilder grade tilesLightingPlumbing fixtures/finishesCountertopsVanity cabinet heightOver accessorizingGlass blockTubs set in decksListen to my weekly podcast to learn everything about your home, what the current trends are, how to design, plan and execute your remodel and much moreIf you have questions please send them to Nancy@NancyHugo.comBy the way, you can send me an email at Nancy@nancyhugo.com to get on my email list for DesignersCircleHQ.com.  All the podcasts are posted there as well as Design Trends, Design News and more.  DesignersCirclehq.com is a website!If you want to learn more about me, go to NancyHugo.com This podcast is sponsored by ⁠⁠Monogram.com

The Curve of Time, Chapter 91 — Mica's Bathroom, into which Saskia escapes.Followed by some reflections on cats in my life.Explore more at www.writtenbyrufus.com where you can join in a discussion of this chapter at the bottom of the text version of this episode.

Vlad goes to a non-europeans wedding to discover some new trends, hits the Catholic Church for a psalm, watches 17 legos play the same beat until he gets tinnitus, argues that men should cry & gets speak tackled by a Polynesian. DNA DISTILLERY (AWARD WINNING RAKIJA)Award winning Rakija company with immaculate celebratory beverages. Check out the entire range on the below websites, order a tasting pack or some of their flagship, amazing rakija today!https://www.dnadistillery.comCARDSTRIKE! Amazing Basketball cards, Michael Jordan memorabilia and everything collectable sports card buying and selling!!!https://www.cardstrike.com.auMETROPOLITAN STONE (Kitchens, Cabinets, Laundry, All Cabinets)We have a combined 30 years experience in the cabinet making industry in Victoria! Everything from small projects to large projects!Benchtop change overs, Kitchen facilities, Kitchens, Laundries, Bathroom cabinets, T.V units, Wardrobes etc!MENTION: VLADContact: MATT 0425797488Matthew@metropolitanstone.com.auhttp://www.metropolitanstone.com.auORANGE LEGAL GROUP (Specialising in Property law for purchasing and selling, conveyancing, in-house Mortgage broker & Chartered Account! One stop shop for ALL property needs! Wrap! FREE Contract reviews for buyers before purchasing property!Mention VLAD!https://www.orangelegalgroup.com.auEmail: property@orangelegalgroup.com.auContact: mycousinvlad@gmail.comhttp://www.instagram.com/mycousinvladSend Vlad a Text MessageSupport the showBE GOODDO GOODGET GOOD

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We talk about ghosts and spirits, celebrity dating life, and we talk about living with roommates vs living alone. You can join our Wally Show Poddies Facebook group at www.facebook.com/groups/WallyShowPoddies

Owen Poole covers the big tech stories of the day, including how this week's AWS outage shows internet vulnerabilities. Xbox hikes prices on its products and services and increases the price of its developer kit by 33%. Kohler Health introduces a first-of-its-kind health tracker through a toilet-mounted camera.

Owen Poole covers the big tech stories of the day, including how this week's AWS outage shows internet vulnerabilities. Xbox hikes prices on its products and services and increases the price of its developer kit by 33%. Kohler Health introduces a first-of-its-kind health tracker through a toilet-mounted camera.

Marc Saltzman joins for #TechTalk and drops a bombshell 

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And the thing every human hates!! Every human!

On this continuation episode of the show, Brian and Kelly discuss questionable actions with pregnant belly, the quality of Tim Burton and, specifically, Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, Halloween Horror Nights, and so much more.Follow us on social media @thefriendsukeep, and check out our YouTube channel.Rate, review, and subscribe wherever you are listening. Make sure to have automatic downloads turned on, where applicable. It all helps us a lot.We love you and, as always, thank u for being a Friend!

A cozy beach getaway turned into a nightmare that none of them expected. Last summer, Marissa and her fiancé Ben rented a charming cedar cottage on the Oregon coast with friends Jamie and Lauren. The place had all the makings of a peaceful vacation — weathered wood siding, a porch swing overlooking the ocean, and the smell of salt and pine drifting through the rooms. But their dream trip changed the very first night. Marissa woke around midnight to the moonlight over the water… and saw a little girl in an old-fashioned blue dress standing silently by the bedroom door. She looked almost real — until Marissa realized she could see the wood grain of the door through her. Footsteps echoed in the hallway when no one was there. Bathroom items were swept into the tub as if tossed by unseen hands. A bedroom door slammed with enough force to rattle the window while giggles echoed in the hall. Jamie felt something brush past him on the stairs, and Lauren swore she heard humming in the empty parlor. This chilling true ghost story from the Oregon coast proves that not all historic cottages by the sea are as peaceful as they appear. #TrueGhostStory #OregonCoastHaunting #GhostChild #HauntedBeachCottage #SeashellOnTheBed #RealHaunting #ParanormalActivity #HistoricCottageHaunting #SupernaturalEncounters #UnexplainedPhenomena #ChillingVacations #RealGhostStoriesOnline Love real ghost stories? Don't just listen—join us on YouTube and be part of the largest community of real paranormal encounters anywhere. Subscribe now and never miss a chilling new story:

Ron takes a hard look at our obsession with taking a bath in our own filth. Perhaps its the need for solitude....... Guest: Nutrition Expert Mia Syn

Ryan Levy is the founder of Nice Winery and a tireless advocate for The Rose's mission to serve uninsured women in Houston. But the road to owning a premiere winery wasn't always in the cards for Ryan. Prior to Nice Winery, he was a successful lawyer. During this episode, you'll hear about his career pivot, the journey to creating wines for a cause, and how they honor The Rose's mission in more ways than one. Next time you're in the area, stop by Nice Winery and grab a bottle of Rosé. 100% of the proceeds go to helping The Rose provide critical screenings for uninsured women in more than forty Texas counties. Learn more here. Help us grow the show by leaving a review on your podcast platform and sharing with your family and friends. And please consider supporting our mission at therose.org. Your help could help save the life of an uninsured woman. Subscribe to Let’s Talk About Your Breasts on Apple Podcasts, Spotify, iHeart, and wherever you get your podcasts.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Vlad breaks down being on the verge of a breakdown, rips into Sydney Cyclists, makes some ripper pizzas on a rooftop & gets life advice off a hot German Doctor woman. DNA DISTILLERY (AWARD WINNING RAKIJA)Award winning Rakija company with immaculate celebratory beverages. Check out the entire range on the below websites, order a tasting pack or some of their flagship, amazing rakija today!https://www.dnadistillery.comCARDSTRIKE! Amazing Basketball cards, Michael Jordan memorabilia and everything collectable sports card buying and selling!!!https://www.cardstrike.com.auMETROPOLITAN STONE (Kitchens, Cabinets, Laundry, All Cabinets)We have a combined 30 years experience in the cabinet making industry in Victoria! Everything from small projects to large projects!Benchtop change overs, Kitchen facilities, Kitchens, Laundries, Bathroom cabinets, T.V units, Wardrobes etc!MENTION: VLADContact: MATT 0425797488Matthew@metropolitanstone.com.auhttp://www.metropolitanstone.com.auORANGE LEGAL GROUP (Specialising in Property law for purchasing and selling, conveyancing, in-house Mortgage broker & Chartered Account! One stop shop for ALL property needs! Wrap! FREE Contract reviews for buyers before purchasing property!Mention VLAD!https://www.orangelegalgroup.com.auEmail: property@orangelegalgroup.com.auContact: mycousinvlad@gmail.comhttp://www.instagram.com/mycousinvladSend Vlad a Text MessageSupport the showBE GOODDO GOODGET GOOD

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Would you let anyone off the street use your bathroom? What if they brought you something?

Comedian Maxwell Barnes joins Andy to talk viral videos and social media chaos. Plus, KTLA's Eric Spillman breaks down the Dodgers' big win—and why it matters. Also: Are Gen Zers dating just for free meals? And why is Chili's Southwest Queso catching heat?

In this episode, Sarah hangs out with her friend David Yazbek again, to talk about things that make life cool, like hotel little shampoo hoarding, ice chips that give you gas, and peeing in fancy bathrooms. They also invent fake Scrabble words, discuss the merits of UK culture, and try to figure out why musical theater people are so animated. Listen to the show and remember, DON’T mess up your adrenals. Watch the podcast on YouTube here. Sign up for your one-dollar-per-month trial and start selling today at shopify.com/sarah. Get 50% Off Monarch Money, the all-in-one financial tool at www.monarchmoney.com/SARAH Go to thrivecausemetics.com/SARAH for an exclusive offer of 20% off your first order. Try Mill risk-free – and get $75 off with code SARAH at mill.com/sarah. Follow Sarah Silverman on Instagram @sarahkatesilverman. And stay up to date with us @LemonadaMedia on Twitter, Facebook, and Instagram. For a list of current sponsors and discount codes for this and every other Lemonada show, go to lemonadamedia.com/sponsors. If you haven’t yet, now is a great time to subscribe to Lemonada Premium. You’ll get ad-free episodes and bonus content. Just hit the 'subscribe' button on Apple Podcasts, or, for all other podcast apps head to lemonadapremium.com to subscribe.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Your pelvic floor is ready and waiting for you to break up with these habits:Power-peeing – Going to the bathroom is not a race. Forcing urine out or relieving yourself as fast as you can causes more harm than good to your pelvic floor. Hovering – This seems like a natural solution to avoid germs in public restrooms. But hovering over the toilet tenses your muscles which makes your bladder work harder than it needs to.Peeing “just in case” – Went 15 minutes ago? Maybe going once more is a good idea … or is it? Whether you're heading out for an errand or a road trip, going again “just in case” is training your bladder to go more frequently.  If you're ready to take back control of your bladder, you'll want to listen to the latest episode of The Healthiest You podcast. In Part One of our pelvic floor podcast series, you'll hear from urogynecologist Nabila Noor, MD, and rehabilitation clinical specialist Karen Snowden, PT, DPT, with Lehigh Valley Health Network, part of Jefferson Health. How do you know if you have a pelvic floor disorder? What bathroom habits are harming your pelvic floor? How many times a day should you urinate? Can bladder training help? Which exercises can strengthen your pelvic floor? We answer these questions and more on The Healthiest You podcast this month.Chapters:     · 0:01 - Intro     · 0:17 - About your pelvic floor     · 3:31 - When your pelvic floor changes     · 6:49 - Signs you may have a pelvic floor disorder      · 15:54 - Treatment options     · 17:45 - Bladder leaks and overactive bladder      · 20:26 - How to address overactive bladder     · 23:56 - When to stop drinking before bed     · 29:06 - Bathroom no-nos     · 34:07 - Bladder training

The wait is over! Beloved by trivia buffs, bathroom philosophers, and casual readers everywhere, Uncle John is back with its 38th annual edition. Once again, Uncle John and his team at the Bathroom Readers' Institute have filled an absorbing volume with witty, weird, and wonderful articles perfect for readers of all ages.This all-new edition continues the tradition that has entertained millions: a treasure trove of fascinating stories and quirky facts from the worlds of pop culture, history, sports, science, and beyond. Longtime fans and newcomers alike will delight in the signature mix of:Short articles for quick trips to the throne roomLonger reads for extended staysAmusing lists, odd quotes, and brain-twisting quizzesUnbelievable exploits of dumb crooksEndless odd trivia to amaze friends, stump coworkers, and outwit family members“Every year, our goal is to make readers laugh, learn, and look at the world a little differently,” said Uncle John. With more than 15 million Bathroom Readers sold, Uncle John's tradition of turning idle minutes into mind-expanding adventures shows no sign of slowing down. Whether you're a lifelong fan or discovering Uncle John for the first time, this year's edition promises to keep your brain busy and your funny bone tickled.Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/arroe-collins-unplugged-totally-uncut--994165/support.

In several parts of the world, bidets are used in lieu of toilet paper—but why not in Canada? One man sets out to change that, flushing away discouragement and banking profits. Side Hustle School features a new episode EVERY DAY, featuring detailed case studies of people who earn extra money without quitting their job. This year, the show includes free guided lessons and listener Q&A several days each week. Show notes: SideHustleSchool.com Email: team@sidehustleschool.com Be on the show: SideHustleSchool.com/questions Connect on Instagram: @193countries Visit Chris's main site: ChrisGuillebeau.com Read A Year of Mental Health: yearofmentalhealth.com If you're enjoying the show, please pass it along! It's free and has been published every single day since January 1, 2017. We're also very grateful for your five-star ratings—it shows that people are listening and looking forward to new episodes.

What the heck happened at the RedWest Music Festival this weekend? Executive producer Emily Means and producer Ivana Martinez dive into the mess. Plus, what to know about new voting laws this election and local shoutouts.  Resources and references: Woman injured from debris while leaving Salt Lake City music festival has died [KSL.com] What To Know About Utah's 2025 General Election [City Cast Salt Lake] Become a member of City Cast Salt Lake today! It's the best way to support our work and help make sure we are around for years to come. Get all the details and sign up at membership.citycast.fm. Subscribe to Hey Salt Lake, our daily morning newsletter. You can also find us on Instagram @CityCastSLC. Text or leave us a voicemail with your name and neighborhood, and you might hear it on the show: (801) 203-0137 Looking to advertise on City Cast Salt Lake? Check out our options for podcast and newsletter ads. Learn more about the sponsors of this episode:  Red Butte Garden The Shop Babbel - Get up to 55% off at Babbel.com/CITYCAST Salt Lake Sewciety Live Crude - Get $10 off your first CRUDE purchase with promo code CITYCASTSLC Cozy Earth - use code COZYSALTLAKE for 40% off best-selling temperature-regulating sheets, apparel, and more

South Africa has a bathroom monster that is the direct result of decades of racism in the area, and peoples' attempts to stay safe in life after the fact. Reminder, October is TWIST season. Share your love for the Transylvania Twist by using #justiceforthetwist. -- Connect: Privycast Social and Contact Links Follow Hunter -- Give Thanks, Give Back: Wounded Warrior Project Living Water International -- Privy is proud to be hosted by Podbean. Looking to start a podcast? Learn more at: https://www.podbean.com/Privycast -- Music:  Intro and Outro Derived from: "Barroom Ballet" Kevin MacLeod (incompetech.com) Licensed under Creative Commons: By Attribution 4.0 License http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/4.0 - Transition Music: Frightmare by Jimena Contreras Accessed from Youtube Music Library Alternative Intro Music: Black Mass by Brian Bolger Accessed from Youtube Music Library --

In this episode, Alix and Kayla get real about what it means to fight fair after six years together. From weirdly specific compliments to the unspoken rules that keep their relationship grounded, the couple unpacks how they've learned to communicate, manage triggers, and find humor in the chaos. Expect laughter, honesty, and a little courtroom energy.Timestamps:00:00 – Weirdly specific compliments

Hemorrhoids affect millions of Americans each year, and sitting too long on the toilet is among the hidden triggers Using a smartphone in the bathroom raises hemorrhoid risk by 46% because it keeps you seated longer without pelvic support People who use their phones are far more likely to sit over five minutes per trip, even though many don't realize their habit is adding time Younger adults are the most frequent toilet phone users, meaning their risk of hemorrhoids builds earlier in life Simple changes — like leaving your phone outside the bathroom, adjusting toilet sitting positions, staying hydrated, and walking daily — help prevent painful flare-ups

Second Chance Romance: Reece and Megan, DIRT ALERT: Kevin Costner's bad Hollywood reputation, Rachel Dratch on "Good Hang" shares the Debbie Downer origin story, and Minnesota has the best bathroom -- GO MINNESOTA! See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

In this episode of For The Dads with Former NFL Linebacker Will Compton, hosts Will and Sherm discuss Will’s Ultimate Weekend Playbook, help a PT6er prepare his 4th grade Daughter’s football team for glory, and dive into some amazing comments from PT6 —all while keeping the episode fun, light and of course, under an hour. The episode kicks off with the guys talking about Will’s Bald Head before they dive into some hilarious conversations, including: Sherm is Solo Parenting for an ENTIRE Weekend. Will breaks down how to keep dinner time FUN An awesome Dad Hack about being ready for the birth Other highlights include: Will’s Spooky Dad Hack A hilarious comment about being DEEP in the trenches

Pantomiming Pants. I Dream of Labubu. Scott Showed His Own Fibre. Release the Thickened Files! Giving BioCow the Beef. Fiberly!!! Your Internet is So Fly. Fully Sick Cameos Dude! Yoda Lady who? What happens in The Meadows stays in The Meadows. Furbies Are so Damn Scary. A Little Pervy, As Opposed to a Lot Pervy. Bathroom Rice. Sort of Steve Jobsish looking guy meets Geezus. Doing Shit in the Bathroom with Tom and more on this episode of The Morning Stream. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Pantomiming Pants. I Dream of Labubu. Scott Showed His Own Fibre. Release the Thickened Files! Giving BioCow the Beef. Fiberly!!! Your Internet is So Fly. Fully Sick Cameos Dude! Yoda Lady who? What happens in The Meadows stays in The Meadows. Furbies Are so Damn Scary. A Little Pervy, As Opposed to a Lot Pervy. Bathroom Rice. Sort of Steve Jobsish looking guy meets Geezus. Doing Shit in the Bathroom with Tom and more on this episode of The Morning Stream. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

AOL hangs up the dial-up internet service (and sound) that defined an era - https://www.usatoday.com/story/tech/news/2025/09/30/aol-dial-up-internet-service-ending/86419561007/New research: humans peak between 55 and 60, not 20s - https://www.linkedin.com/posts/gilles-gignac-0b4a0611a_humans-peak-in-midlife-a-combined-cognitive-activity-7377134932768247808-LXSoAmerica's Most Dog-Friendly City Has Had Enough - https://www.msn.com/en-us/news/us/america-s-most-dog-friendly-city-has-had-enough/ar-AA1NEJPfFrom October 3–5, The Animal Foundation is joining shelters across the country for Mars Global Adoption Weekend. Every animal in our care will have their adoption fee waived, thanks to the generous support of Mars, Adopt A Pet Shelter Plus, and PEDIGREE Foundation - https://animalfoundation.com/event/mars-global-adoption-weekend/Cargill Unveils New “State of Steak” Report, Revealing What Diners Really Want from Steak in Foodservice - https://www.businesswire.com/news/home/20250929859289/en/Cargill-Unveils-New-State-of-Steak-Report-Revealing-What-Diners-Really-Want-from-Steak-in-FoodserviceIn Motion Design Recalls Evermore Surprise Eggs Due to Risk of Serious Injury; Violates Federal Lead Content Ban - https://www.cpsc.gov/Recalls/2026/In-Motion-Design-Recalls-Evermore-Surprise-Eggs-Due-to-Risk-of-Serious-Injury-Violates-Federal-Lead-Content-BanMarilyn Manson once punched Andy Dick in the throat, according to actor Seth Green, who recapped the incident during a recent podcast appearance - https://loudwire.com/seth-green-marilyn-manson-story/FailsRobbery suspect caught when he walked behind TV crew doing a news segment about him - https://thetab.com/2025/09/30/robbery-suspect-caught-when-he-walked-behind-tv-crew-doing-a-news-segment-about-himA Springfield teenager is facing a felony charge after police say he caused significant damage to multiple vehicles in a Missouri State University freshman parking lot in late August -Teen's claim he was nabbed, shot by 'Hispanic' men sparked outrage. It was a hoax - https://www.yahoo.com/news/articles/teens-claim-nabbed-shot-hispanic-020851569.htmlC8 Corvette Driver Arrested for 107-MPH Sprint, Police Say, Claimed He Was Late for a Haircut - https://www.roadandtrack.com/news/a68113641/c8-corvette-driver-arrested-107-mph-haircut-super-speeder/Police Say Driver Without License Went 124 mph at 3 a.m. Because He Needed To Use the Bathroom - https://www.msn.com/en-us/news/crime/police-say-driver-without-license-went-124-mph-at-3-am-because-he-needed-to-use-the-bathroom/ar-AA1NGFsyMississippi man shows up drunk to bail out pal arrested for DUI, gets his own DUI month later then dies in jail cell - https://www.msn.com/en-us/crime/general/mississippi-man-shows-up-drunk-to-bail-out-pal-arrested-for-dui-gets-his-own-dui-month-later-then-dies-in-jail-cell/ar-AA1NtNG4A husband and wife were both arrested for driving under the influence (DUI) in separate incidents on the same night, within just two hours of each other, Portsmouth police reported - https://undercoverist.org/kaila-mcgreal-matthew-wheeler-arrested-for-dui-same-night/Follow The Rizzuto Show @rizzshow on all your favorite social media, including YouTube, Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, TikTok, and more. Connect with The Rizzuto Show online at 1057thepoint.com/rizzSee Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

What begins as a childhood sleepover ghost story turns into a chilling real-life mystery. At just nine years old, our storyteller was staying at her grandparents' old farmhouse when her sister shared the terrifying tale of “Scary Mary”—a girl trapped inside mirrors after a tragic fire. That night, the story seemed like just another scary tale… until the next morning. Alone in the bathroom, she stepped out of the shower to hear a crash. When she tried to return, the door wouldn't open more than a foot. Something heavy was blocking it. Pushing the door, she peered inside—and froze. The giant, wall-mounted bathroom mirror, in place for years, had crashed violently to the floor. It shattered across the room, leaving a massive dent in the wall. If she had been inside when it fell, she could have been badly injured—or worse. Her deeply religious family dismissed it as coincidence. But to her, the timing was too eerie. She couldn't shake the thought: Did something unseen pull her out of that room to save her?   #RealGhostStories #MirrorHaunting #ParanormalActivity #HauntedHouse #ScaryMary #ChildhoodHaunting #SupernaturalEncounters #TrueHauntingStories #GhostStoriesOnline #ParanormalMystery Love real ghost stories? Don't just listen—join us on YouTube and be part of the largest community of real paranormal encounters anywhere. Subscribe now and never miss a chilling new story: