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Quaranteam - Dave In Dallas: Part 12 Consequences.

Quaranteam - Dave In Dallas: Part 11 Cleanup: The Air Force arrives with a mop. Based on a post by RonanJWilkerson, in 12 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels. Dave's second quandary was his position, nearly on the middle of the pad, left him seriously exposed. Applying the aggressiveness taught by Carter, he knew Liv had him protected to the right, so he closed with the occupied building, moving to the far corner. A quick look showed him there were again two doors, like the other building. And two men emerging from the far door. Turning their backs to him as they followed a third man who was just rounding the opposite corner. That put him out of Dave's sight, but into Liv's. As the men receded, Dave fired into their backs. Neither was at a sprint, so they fell forward without the dramatic tumbling of the earlier target. A simultaneous rifle crack announced the death of the lead in that trio. He paused. Dave couldn't hear any sounds coming from the building. He remained wary, uneasy. How many more will it take? He waited. An eternity later, the door on one of the smaller buildings slowly opened. Two hands held high and outward came into view, followed by the woman they were attached to. She moved slowly. She was too far away for Dave to read her facial expression but she was giving all the big outward signs of surrender. Two more women exited another of the smaller buildings. One was an average build, the other rotund. The latter's feet seemed reluctant to move. Great. Don't know if there's anyone left in the big building, and now I have unknowns coming in from the houses. Other women began issuing from what must be the dwellings. Eight in all. As they neared, most had curious, guarded expressions on their faces. The big one had a look like she rarely smiled, ever. "Alright, that's close enough! Just stop where you are. Pick a leader and send her forward." There was a brief discussion which resulted in a medium height brunette walking towards him. The third woman out glared daggers into the back of the brunette's skull. The angry one argued hard with all of them, but none seemed interested in anything she had to say. Dave waited until the brunette reached easy speaking distance. "Stop right there. What's your name?" "Sandy." "How many of you are there?" "I don't rightly know." She looked thoughtful. "All the men were in the community building. Us women and our kids were in our homes. Jeb, the man that bound me to him, came in awhile ago with a new woman. She was out, like from the shot he gave me before." That confirms they're using the QT serum . "If he bound you to him with that shot, why are you awake?" "Oh, that was a few weeks back for me. I knew him a little bit before lockdowns started. Then he just shows up and says he has this safe place to stay and we can both be safe from the virus runnin' round, but I have to take this shot and sleep with him. He's been an okay guy, and I ain't had no boyfriend in several months anyway. 'Sides, he didn't tell me that I couldn't be with anybody else after that. Which sucks, but mostly he's been okay. Only been an asshole a few times, but that's pretty fair for most guys I've met. No offense." Dave smirked. "Sandy, how many men are there in your community?" She stopped, looking off to the side, thinking. "Well, there was the ten that left saying' they's gonna raid a rich man's house for somethin', never told us what. Now we know why. They were out collectin' poon like we's just a bunch a deer and no tag limit." Sandy paused. "Is that why you're here? You come to scoop us up and make us your whores?" "No, ma'am." We killed more than ten, so that can't be all . "If you ladies were bound to these men, we'll need to take you to the people that hand out the vaccine to see what they can do for you. But ma'am, please, how many men total are there?" The far door of the community building opened slowly, and a woman stepped out. It was the one Dave had seen inject one of the women right before she got raped. "Get over with the others. Is anyone else inside?" The woman shook her head no and moved swiftly to join the pack. "Oh, right. Well, after the ten left, all six of the others took off saying' they could do just as good somewhere else. But only three of them came back, including Jeb. As soon as they's back they took the nurse, that's the woman that just came out, well they took her and the two women bound to two of the guys that didn't come back and a bit later those women are out cold again. I thought the whole shot thing was permanent, but maybe not if the guy's dead? I hope so, 'cuz we're about to be in a bad way aren't we?" Thirteen. Thirteen men here. Dave counted off in his head. He thought they'd taken out thirteen, but he wasn't going to make assumptions. Especially when one part of his brain was parodying an old farcical movie about how many bullets had been fired from a gun. An 80's flick set in the 50's. "Alright Sandy, is there anyone else left in the houses?" "Just the kids, and some unconscious women. The men said they'd gotten them; reassigned?" She looked frustrated. "Guess I still wasn't good enough to keep that asshole by m'self." Dave deliberately gave Sandy an appraising look. "I think that has more to do with his greed than your looks or personality." "Well ain't you sweet?" Sandy licked her lips and looked Dave up and down. "Easy, I meant every word I said, but I already have several partners. Those six that left attacked my house." Sandy's face dropped. "I don't know if I should hate your guts for killing Jeb, or thank you, for the same thing." After a pause she spoke again. "You should be careful of Debbie. Her husband brought her here for some kinda rebel nation shit. She's already pissed he came back with some hot blonde from a rich man's house. But not so mad at him she's just gonna let you killin' him slide." "Is she the rather large woman that looks like she sucked on an entire lemon tree?" "That's the one." "How 'bout we settle on neutrality for now? Look, let's get all of you back in your homes and warm. I'll need to call the authorities to make sure you all get taken care of before that serum starts doing ugly things." Sandy walked back to the assembled throng. Another debate broke out. Debbie leading a third of the group in angry objections. Then she turned to face Dave. "Where's our men? What gives you the right to come bargin' in here?" She headed for the far end of the building. Several others followed, more than just the ones that had agreed with her. Dave knew things would turn ugly as soon as these women saw the dead bodies. His fastest route into the open yard space was behind him. He sprinted the way he'd come, entering the yard through the gap just as the women began kneeling near selected bodies. By the women's placement, some of the men must have sprinted from the building's edge. Instead of a clump near the corner, there was a line of a few reaching towards the tree line. Dave felt a cold turn inside. Rationally, he could see the line ended well before the trees, suggesting Liv had taken all of them down before they got close. But could one have gotten through? That thought was interrupted by Debbie leaving the line of dead, beginning to search the yard and moving as quickly as her thick legs would carry her. Dave moved to get clear of the gap and the bodies just beyond it. Several of the other women left the line of dead as well. They slowly swarmed about the open space while Debbie made a beeline for the gap. Then she noticed a body in the grass. Fury returned to her face after a brief look of relief. Then she paused. Her chest was already heaving from exertion. When she faced Dave, the anguish was obvious. "You fucking coward! You shot 'em in the back! You shot my husband!" She began a slow charge at him. Dave sorted through his options. The only sure way he had of stopping this woman was his weapon, but he had no desire to shoot an unarmed woman grieving her husband. He could outrun her easily, but he needed to stay in the area. For a moment, Dave's brain played an image of him making short sprints and the woman chasing after him like some schoolyard game. Not helping dammit . Dave took a few steps backwards, bringing him near the back wall of the community building. He noticed the dryer vent again, which meant the pile of pipes wasn't far. He'd have to be careful if he backpedaled any more. Falling on his ass would not engender obedience or respect. Debbie's tirade ended in a screech as she reached into her pocket. Her hand came back out with a small revolver. Shit. Shit. Shit. Dave brought his weapon up faster than her and pulled his trigger. Click . No round fired. The weapon jammed. Shit . Dave dove sideways and backwards just as Debbie fired. He felt a smack on his shoulder as he fell. His hand landed on the pipe pile. He grabbed and rolled away from the wall as another shot spanged off the brick. As he rolled, he swung one arm, releasing one of the two rods he'd snagged. He threw one leg out and came up from his roll, facing Debbie as she recovered from the rod that hit her. Her motion and his brought them in close proximity. On instinct, Dave snapped out with the remaining rod, striking Debbie's wrist. She shrieked in pain as she dropped the pistol. Dave followed up with two strikes to her knee before stepping back into a ready stance. Debbie cried out, but still managed one step forward before the side of her head exploded. Dave turned from Debbie's corpse to scan the area. All of the other women were on the ground. Clearly, they'd done the math in their head and figured out he had a partner in the trees. "Don't make us shoot anyone else. We only came here because we were attacked. The people that attacked us and another house are now all dead. We've done what we came for. We are not leaving you hanging. We know you've been given Quaranteam doses so your lives are bound to these men. There is a way to free you from that bond." Dave decided a bit of vague spitballing could be useful here and played it fast and loose based on what he'd learned in the past 24 hours. "Well, not exactly free you, but transfer that bond to someone else. This time, you will have a choice in that bonding. But, I will not countenance any threat to myself or my partner. And as you can see, she is very protective of me as well. You can also see she is a damn good shot. I want all of you to gather over here, in the lee of this building, while I get someone here to help." The women got up, moving slowly so as not to provoke Dave or his hidden partner. Once they were all clumped together, he pulled out his cell phone. Time to call Detective Verratti. Chapter 13; Cleanup. October 29, 2020 8:20am "Wait, wait, wait. What do you mean you and Olivia are at the compound? Didn't you say you and your special forces friend; Carter? That the two of you were heading to the compound?" On another call, Dave would have switched ears by now. The burning in his left shoulder threatened to make that shift a very painful decision. "No, detective, I simply said we." "Dammit, professor, why the hell wouldn't you take the trained spec-ops guy on something; oh, fuck." "Exactly. Carter and his wife have been dead for two months now. Carter was the security expert in our prepper community. He ran us through many drills on how to protect ourselves and those around us. Olivia is an excellent long-range shot. She proved it again today. Took out half the compound with her sniping. Shot one that was coming at me with a.38, when my gun jammed." "Okay, okay. Damn. Look, I contacted the Air Force when you sent me the text saying you were there. As soon as the liaison red off the coordinates, whoever was on the other end of the phone got pissed. If I overheard correctly, they gathered a small force and headed that way by chopper. I think they lifted off about twenty minutes ago. Expect them in less than an hour. If they arrive in the same mood their boss was in, keep your head down. I know I'm already in deep shit. After getting shouted at over the phone, the Air Force liaison went into my boss' office and shouted for ten minutes straight. Professor; I'm sorry I got you into this." Dave signed off that call, then texted Liv. -Sling your rifle, come into the glade with pistol drawn. He stuffed his phone back in his pocket and waited. Half his energy was devoted to ignoring the pain in his arm. The adrenaline and other wonderful bio-chemicals the body produces during high stress situations all drained out in the past ten minutes so nothing got in the way of his arm screaming at his head for doing damn fool things. On the plus side, the bleeding had stopped. Mostly. As long as he didn't move it. The blood that had come out was enough to stain most of his sleeve, but not significantly impair his thinking from blood loss. Liv emerged from the tree line with all the charisma of a warrior queen. As Dave requested, her rifle was slung cross body, and her 10mm pistol was in her hands, held low, as her eyes scanned her surroundings. She took a bit of extra 'dwell time' when her eyes passed over the assembled women. Liv strode purposefully across the ground, halting at a position within easy talking range, yet too far to make them both a single target. Dave looked her over, examining her face and posture. Concern for the psychological impact of this on Olivia was uppermost in his mind. Great time to be worried about that, huh? After all the fighting is done. Genius . He snapped himself back to reality. There would be time later for self-recrimination. Liv's visual scanning kept lingering on Dave's left shoulder. "We need to treat that. It'll be tricky to do while maintaining security." "There's an Air Force team on their way. Detective Verratti said they may be unhappy, but I'm sure they'll have a medic. Or at least a first aid bag." "How long?" "Less than an hour. Sounds like forty minutes, most likely." "That arm shouldn't wait that long. You need stitches." "Got any in your back pocket, Liv?" Dave hadn't meant to get testy, but the pain was eroding his 'nice function' and the conversation felt like it was spiraling already. The flat look from Olivia carried a tinge of hurt, and forgiveness, and her own self-restraint. "Sorry, Olivia." She nodded in response, her eyes once again on their charges. One of them stood and moved slowly towards Dave. Livy squared her shoulders to the woman, but made no other change in her focus. When the woman was halfway to him, Dave recognized her as the lady that came out of the building as he spoke with Sandy. The one Sandy identified as a nurse. "Sir, would you let me look at your wound? I'm a nurse." Liv looked at him cautiously, then gave him one slow blink. Dave restrained himself from chuckling. From her, the slow blink meant anything from 'sure' to 'don't make me say I told you so'. Dave nodded at the woman. She approached slowly, then cautiously brought one hand up to examine his wound. She pulled back on the shirt to ascertain the extent of the injury. "I can treat it temporarily for now. You need stitches; which we don't have. And a painkiller. All they have here for that is alcohol, marijuana and meth. None of which I would recommend." Dave chuckled. With her finger so close, his shaking caused her to jab the side of the open gash. Dave flinched and gritted his teeth. "Oh, I'm so sorry." The nurse jumped back, pulling her hand back to her chest. Her other hand clasped the offending one closely, like she was putting it in time out. "It's okay, ma'am. I'm the one that moved suddenly." "Parker. My name is Parker." "Dave." "Well, Dave, you've got a decent flesh wound that will make a good reminder scar once it heals. You need to get stitches as soon as possible. Like today. Wait too long and it won't do any good. In the meantime, I can bandage it up. I'll need to go inside to get some clean cloth, though." Her eyes held the obvious question of whether he would let her. "How did you wind up here?" "I was on a transport from the vaccine center on my way to my Oracle designated partner when the bus got hijacked. Fifteen of us were diverted from someone we'd chosen to these guys that made their choices just by looking at us. They went in order, so whoever had priority got first pick, and so on." That matched what Verratti told Dave. More importantly, she didn't hesitate and there was no sign of falsehood in her eyes or face. Carter taught him to be careful who you trust, but you have to trust someone. There was a haunted look in her eyes, but no deception. "Liv, can you escort this nurse inside so she can get something to bandage me with?" The young brunette that had known him longer than anyone left alive gave him a funny look. "Or maybe you escort her, so you can sit down and put your arm on a table while she does her work. Should be easier for both of you that way." The nurse's face immediately took on a restrained, but amused look. "Don't say it, let's go," said Dave with a sigh. He followed her back around to the front of the building. She entered through the first door. It opened into the kitchen area. In short order, she scooped up the first aid kit and led Dave into the dining space. The room still smelled of the recent nonconsensual ruttings. Parker visibly flinched when the smell hit her. She came to a dead stop when she saw the body lying against the wall. The look on her face suggested her desire to not be here, and not be reminded of the events of this morning and her part in them, was warring with her professional instincts. Dave watched as she composed herself and ushered him to take a seat with just a hand gesture. Dave sat so Parker's back would be towards the body. As she tended his wound, he searched for visual clues. The man was older, at least fifty, likely over sixty, judging by the condition of his skin. Prominent wrinkles and liver spots, and a leathery look of someone that spent much of his life with a heavy tan. A distinctly aquiline nose and patrician features shouted 'man of money' even more so than his silk pajamas. Necessarily, Parker - more specifically her face - lay in Dave's line of sight as he looked about. Underneath the mien of professional concentration lay clear signs that removing the visual cue of the dead body was barely tamping down her anxiety. When she reached into the kit to find the scissors; so she could trim the excess off the bandage; her fingers first brought out the razor. The way she stared at it was unsettling. She paused to wipe away newly forming tears before finishing with Dave's gauze. As she neatly placed each piece of unused equipment in the kit, he gently took her chin in his right hand, turning her head to look directly at him. "Parker, you've had to make some tough choices here. You did the best you could with what you had. You're an ER nurse, right?" He recalled that tidbit from the detective's discussion. Parker nodded in affirmation. "Okay, so your training and experience is to do everything you can to get your patient that next heartbeat, to take the next breath, and another, and another. Just keep them going, and let someone else do the fancy work once you're sure the patient is alive right?" Her face contorted further as she nodded. "But I didn't. I didn't keep her alive. They took her outside ;” Parker's voice trailed off as she wept, her chest heaving. "An older blonde woman, probably in her mid-forties right?" She nodded, still weeping, not looking at him. "Her name is Natasha, and she's alive." Parker's head snapped up. Her eyes were wide in astonishment and hope. "But; how?" "I killed those men with a silenced pistol. She's hiding in my truck. Actually, I need to check on her. My partner had some spare clothes in there. Hopefully she found them." "Can I see her? Please? I just ;” The wild, desperate look in her eyes was impossible to deny. Dave gave his arm a few careful motions, testing out the pain level for various directions and ranges. It gave him an excuse to delay answering and drew her attention back to occupational concerns. "Yeah, we can do that. First, I need to touch base with my partner though." Gesturing he said, "Let's go." Parker quickly rose, snatching up the first aid kit. She deposited it back in its secure place in the kitchen before exiting, with Dave right behind her. She glanced over her shoulder several times to check that Dave was still with her as she walked around the building and straight towards Olivia. Over the last few steps, she veered off, giving Dave and Liv enough space to talk privately while she remained close by. Dave filled Livy in on what was happening. "Maybe you should escort her though, in case Natasha has not found your clothes. Besides, it would give you a chance to move about instead of standing here, getting cold." "Are you sure she saw me well enough to be comfortable when I approach? You, she got a good look at. And vice versa." Liv added a wink. Dave looked at her, his face flat and unimpressed. "Oh come on, David, you have nine women at home, came out here to dispense some justice on the assholes that attacked us, and picked up a groupie." "For crying out loud, Liv. She's not; Okay, fine, I'll escort the nurse. That woman's been through enough trauma without being exposed to your humor." Liv gave him an enigmatic smile as he walked away with Parker. Dave pointed to the gap in the trees he'd used for entry and exit previously. Once inside, the nurse stopped him. "David, I; I'm not sure if anything can be done for her." "What do you mean? "I mean, I; um, I'm not sure how much I can say. She needs something that I'm not sure is possible anymore." "You mean you couldn't extract any more semen from the dead guy's balls?" "How the hell did you know that?! That's confidential information! No one's supposed to know!" "Parker, these guys attacked my house. We killed three of them. The bodies were on my back deck and driveway with their balls cut off. Later, we get here and I see you jab the old guy in the balls with a syringe and the shot changes color. You're reassigning these women from the dead guy to the attackers using the dead man's cum, right?" She hung her head. "It was the only way to keep them alive." "And as long as they're alive, there's hope. There's a chance to fight another day, right?" She raised her head again, eyes watery, looking as if she really wanted to believe in the thin reed he offered her. "But, what about her? She's bound to that guy, and I couldn't get any more cum out. Depending on when she last slept with him, she's got a week or two before this stuff eats her up from the inside. It'll be like what they wanted to do to her, but in slow motion." Her voice cracked as she spoke. "Parker, I want you to consider something, and this is not a knock on you, but the conditions. You are an ER nurse, working under field conditions. If we take his body back to a hospital, or the vaccine center, do you think maybe a lab tech with precision equipment and ideal conditions could manage to eke out enough semen to let her switch partners?" She smiled again, taking a shaky breath. The suggestion relaxed her enough to acquiesce when he motioned her down the trail. "I don't know. I don't know, but it's worth a try. We have to move fast though. There's a time limit on how long we have to get it done." "Then we'll make sure when the Air Force gets here with their chopper, Natasha and the dead body are on the first bird out." Parker said no more as they walked. Dave only spoke to guide her on the path. When they got into visual range of the truck, Parker's steps took on an extra urgency, like she wanted to run, but held herself back. Dave signaled for her to fall in trail behind him and wait when they neared the truck. "Natasha? Natasha, it's David. I'm here with the nurse. The compound is secure now. The Air Force is on its way. We came to check on you. Did you find the clothes in the truck?" A blonde head slowly peeked over the dashboard, only one eye visible. That one eye held enough wariness for a dozen faces. The head scanned about carefully, never spending much time away from Dave and Parker. "All of the attackers are dead, Natasha. They can't hurt you." Her head cleared the dashboard and moved towards the passenger door, the same side Dave and Parker stood several feet away from. The door opened at a glacial pace. Then two legs clad in grey sweatpants stepped down. Natasha stepped clear of the door, wearing a thin white shirt, grey sweatpants that threatened to fall off, and a look of nervous hope and apprehension. Dave tried to ignore what the cold was doing to her nipples. Rigidly holding his eye contact on her face, he said, "Parker here is an ER nurse. How about letting her examine you? And then join the rest of the women. The ladies abducted with you are all; asleep, but there are women that were captured previously, like Parker here." Natasha glanced quickly at Parker. "They captured you too?" "Nearly two months ago. Our transport was hijacked after we'd already had our injections. We were on our way to our Oracle match partners when the attack happened." Natasha's wariness fell in the face of shared trauma; and the knowledge of traumas she'd been spared. She closed the distance and hugged Parker. The nurse initially stood shocked, unresponsive, her arms limp at her sides. Slowly, her hands rose, clasping onto Natasha's shoulder blades before she began shaking with sobs of relief. Reluctantly, Dave stepped in. When he spoke, he used the softest tone he was capable of. "Ladies, we need to get back. I'd rather not walk back into the clearing after the Air Force folks arrive, armed. That tends to make them nervous." He pitched his words softly, but firmly. Parker nodded in acknowledgement. The two shared a look that communicated; something. Then Dave noticed the older blonde still had nothing on her feet. "No socks in the bag?" he asked. Natasha shook her head no. Dave sighed, walked in front of her, turned his back to her and crouched. "Come on." He lowered his weapon to dangle from its sling. "What?" "Get on my back, I'll carry you." "Uh, are you sure about this? With your arm like it is?" Parker queried. "My back can carry the burden without straining my arm muscles." After a brief pause, he heard her moving hesitantly before her weight rested on his back. Her arms came around his neck. Then he hooked his hands under her knees and stood carefully. With Parker following behind, Dave navigated the path quickly. He maintained a slightly stooped posture that Carter had taught as the best way to carry a ruck. It worked quite well for carrying a person, too. The trio made good time through the woods and emerged from the tree line very deliberately, so as not to startle Liv, who was still on guard. The smile on the brunette's face when Dave emerged with Natasha on his back was unmistakable. Dave studiously ignored it. Once they were over soft grass, he lowered Natasha to the ground. He was uncomfortable sending these two to huddle with the rest of the women, but he wasn't sure what else to do. Until the moment he was ready to open his mouth. "Liv, take Parker and inspect the houses. Check on the women that got imprinted. Keep an eye out for kids or other adults. If it's just kids, reassure them the best you can. Keep them where they are if possible." Parker spoke up. "What if we bring; Natasha?; with us. I think my spare shoes would fit her. I can get her a jacket too." Dave looked at Liv, questioningly. She gave a short nod in response. Dave shrugged his agreement. After a long backwards look at Dave, Natasha followed the other two, leaving Dave on guard over the women huddled against the building. Most of them wore some manner of jacket and long pants. A few were in pajama pants and thick housecoats. All remained quiet, barely even talking amongst themselves. One brunette, a bit older, kept glancing at Dave. After several minutes, she rose and slowly approached him. As she got closer, Dave had a strange sense of recognition. Like he should know who she was, but couldn't place her. "Hi, um, I just wanted to say thank you. I've been stuck here for over a month. Several of us have, including the nurse that was with you earlier." Her dark eyes gleamed as she continued. "Listen, I know we'll need new partners soon. I think you should know that a few of the girls are already discussing the possibility of getting paired with you." Dave stiffened. His spine, not his cock. "Well, that's very flattering, but I didn't come here for that. Hell, I already have nine partners. My house is getting kinda full. I know the CDC guy that showed up a month and a half ago said I could wind up with twelve or more, but, uh, I could be just fine with stopping where I am. So, thank you, but no thank you. I mean, unless you specially match to me and don't have anyone else nearly as good a match." Her eyes widened. "Oh, no. No, I wasn't speaking personally. I mean, I appreciate what you've done, but not that far. The others just asked me to come over, sort of as a spokesperson. You know, use my fame in the hope that would help get your approval." It was the mild gravelly tone in her voice that finally did it. "Oh. Oh, shit. Aurora Hensley?" Dave shook his head. "Sorry, I knew I recognized you, but my brain just didn't place you until after you spoke for a bit. How the hell did a star like you wind up here?" Miss Henley tried to grin to cover up her grimace, but it didn't work. "Please, call me Rory. Lockdown stopped production on my show. You may have noticed we don't have a new season out." Dave nodded. "Yes, a few of my partners grumbled about it." "Ah, but not you, huh?" she said with a real grin this time. "Oh, I've watched some re-runs with them a few times. It's just that cop shows are only a fifty-fifty interest for me. Mostly, the ones I like get into the crime lab stuff, and yours didn't have that. No offense." Dave shrugged with the last statement. She examined him coyly. "Ah, so the fact that the two leads were women has nothing to do with it?" The words were accusatory, but something about her tone suggested she was playing with him. "Naw, not particularly. The story is well executed I think. It's just a type that only sometimes grabs my interest. I did appreciate that the show featured two female leads, without pounding the fact in the viewer's face. It stood on the writing and acting, and didn't beat some political drum." "Well, thank you. I think." She smirked at him. "Sorry for dodging, it's just; it hurts you know?" A shadow passed over her features, causing Dave to place a hand on her shoulder. He also forced himself to scan the group again, making sure no one was using his distraction to do something. He kicked himself for his obliviousness and made sure he kept his focus where it needed to be, without sacrificing the conversation. "Look, I know this is all still fresh, so if you don't want to talk about what these guys did to you here, you don't have to. I'm sure they'll have profess--" "Oh no, not that. I mean, I might, but honestly, you wiping them out is already a big help. That's why I came up to thank you." Then Rory grinned slyly again. "It's also why some of them want to thank you." "Well, with the vaccine, that's a rather permanent thing. They need to take some time to think it over first, and use the matching system, um, Oracle." "True, very true. You know, it's tempting to come at you like a rescued princess, just like the others. But in truth, I have a friend I was on my way to meet when our transport was hijacked. He's been a good friend for years, but we never dated or anything. He showed up as a reasonable match, so I was supposed to be with him. I'm going to call him as soon as I can to see if he's still interested." "More than likely, he'll be thrilled to hear you're alright." "Yes, probably. He's a good man. The girls like him." As soon as the words came out of her mouth, Rory grimaced like she'd been stabbed and the wielder was twisting the knife in her guts. Dave got a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I, uh, I have to go." She turned away briefly, then turned back. "No, wait." She took a few deep breaths before continuing. "The reason I came over in the first place." She paused for a hiccupping sob. "Um, look, I can never express how much I appreciate what you've done for me here. If you need anything. Anything at all. I know people. People in entertainment, and in politics. Just call me. I'd be glad to help." With tears in her eyes, she turned back towards the wall and walked swiftly, managing not to run. Rory's rushed return and obvious emotional turmoil was greeted by consternation among the small crowd of women. Two took the time to stare at him, worry clear on their faces. Quiet conversations started up and rapidly turned internal. The women clustered around Rory, wrapping her in hugs. When they finally parted, they began speaking again, in low tones, and long periods in which all were silent. It was quite some time before Liv, Parker, and Natasha came around the right side of the building. All appeared in good spirits. Natasha now sported a denim jacket over her white T-shirt and a pair of tennis shoes on her feet. As they approached, Dave noted that Natasha was no longer grabbing at the waist band of the sweatpants to keep them up, so some solution had been found. The jacket was of sufficient length to conceal whatever that had been. Likewise, it was likely she had socks to go with the shoes, but there was no visible gap between pants and shoes to confirm that deduction. The relaxed look on her face would have to do. Parker spoke first when they came within a reasonable speaking distance. "Sixteen women are in imprinting sleep in the houses. I checked their vitals, and nothing appears amiss. Except that they're all blondes." "I told the others while we were out, Drew, the man we were paired to, only had blondes in his; team." Natasha spoke slowly, not quite reluctantly. "It was a fetish of his. Though there was variety, of a sort. Cheerleader, businesswoman, that sort of thing. I was the 'older woman' blonde. One is a teenager, just barely survived to get injected. I; I knew him before this, or at least, I thought I knew him. We went to many of the same charity dinners and such. He was so cordial in public." Parker hugged Natasha around the shoulders, a supportive measure to remind her that problem was in her past. Then Olivia spoke. "A few houses had kids. They are awake and hungry. A little worried, but not frantic. I was thinking we could get a meal going in the main cafeteria instead of separate little meals in each house." "Sure," Dave replied. "That's a good plan. First, we'll need to get the body out of there." "Body?" Liv asked. "Drew, the man all those women are partnered to. These guys were re-imprinting the women to themselves in the cafeteria space." Dave kept his voice carefully neutral. "How the hell does that work?" "We're not supposed to know, but what I saw here and at our house, I made some good guesses that Parker confirmed. You and I are probably going to spend a lot of time explaining ourselves, so the less I share the better." Liv's nodding reply carried an undertone of expectation that, once all this blew over, Dave had better spill what he knows. A small traitorous part of Dave's heart took that as a possible indication that Liv wanted to know a way out of the bonding effects of the serum. Dave's brain was pretty convinced that was B S, though he would certainly ask if she wanted out later. The idea of keeping any woman bound to him against her will made him physically nauseous. Doing that to his Livy Bean was unacceptable in the extreme. "Tell you what," Dave continued, "You stay here for a few minutes. I'll haul the body out of the cafeteria and around to this side of the building. Then, Liv, supervise getting breakfast going in the cafeteria; and I mean supervise, you maintain control and security, someone else cooks. Parker, you can escort the kids from the houses to the cafeteria." Still facing the nurse, he asked, "Who would you recommend do the cooking?" "Sandy and Rory are pretty good. Together they should be able to handle breakfast for all the kids." "OK, sounds good. Wait 'til I get the body moved around to this area before you get moving." All three women nodded. Dave immediately stalked off, eager to get things in motion before the military arrived and brought everything to a halt while they took their time coming to the same conclusions Dave had already arrived at. The kids needed to be fed. He went around the right side of the building for once, since it provided the shortest route to his destination. As soon as he stepped inside, he was greeted by the older man's corpse lying flat on the floor, up against the wall, his silk pajama pants still pulled down to his knees. That was the first thing to fix. Doing his best to avoid touching the corpse (or another man's naked body), Dave took hold of the waistband near each knee and pulled them up and over the man's hips. That done, he stopped to consider the best way to get the body moved. Rigor. Rigor mortis had set in. None of the man' joints would move. And he'd been left on the floor, jammed into the corner between wall and floor for hours. There were two options Dave could see: grab and lift by the man's shoulders and drag him with his heels on the ground. A little awkward, but doable. The downside there was the chance his pajama pants cuffs could snag on something and come all the way off. Hell, even part way was undesirable. The second option was to get this guy onto Dave's shoulder like a two by four. A one hundred and fifty pound two by four. Sure, no problem. Mentally retracting all the curses he'd flung at Carter during upper body workouts, Dave went to work. First, he knelt beside the corpse. Then he lifted the torso so it lay on his shoulder. The next part was tricky. Silk didn't give a lot of traction to grab with. Neither did flesh. It took three tries that quickly returned to the floor-kneeling position when the body began to slip before Dave managed to successfully gain his feet on the fourth attempt, the body securely balanced on his left shoulder. And every single time he used his left arm for anything, a serenade of pain accompanied the act. He'd had experience getting through doorways with lumber or pipes on his shoulder, so while it was cumbersome, Dave managed the maneuver just fine. Though he had to use his left arm to operate the door. He couldn't avoid whimpering as he forced the injured limb to comply. Once outside, it was quite easy to make the brief trek around the building and dump the body in the grass a reasonable distance from the line of dead pointing towards the trees. He also picked up the staccato sounds of a chopper, low, and building quickly. Parker was halfway to the houses and Liv had disappeared into the cafeteria building with Rory and Sandy when their heads turned, picking up the sound. Figuring it was the safest course of action, Dave walked to the middle of the open space he'd fought in, away from others, his hands away from his body and his weapons slung on his back or holstered. He knew Olivia had the presence of mind to do the same. One Blackhawk landed to Dave's left, on the other side of the unused building. A second landed beyond the community building, presumably beyond the first house and to the left of the others. The third Blackhawk landed to Dave's right, well clear of the community building. The rotor blast was strong, but not overwhelming. The moisture in the air guaranteed no dust blown around, and the cold snap was too recent to kill off any grass, so at least there was no debris kicked up by the artificial cyclone. Troops began to disgorge from the chopper the moment the wheels touched grass, running straight out, hunched over, weapons in hand. Dave slowly turned to face them, his hands clearly away from his body. "You David Belsus?" The voice was pissed, loud, and behind him. Oops. Of course the team leader was on the first chopper that landed. Hadn't Carter harped something about leading from the front? "That's me." A short, strongly muscled man stepped around into Dave's field of view. "You blew my fucking op, dammit. Hunting these boys down was my job." "Considering the number of women enslaved to these fucking animals you clearly aren't doing your fucking job!" "Don't piss me off asshole. I'm willing to consider you're one of the good guys, for now. Fuck with me and I'll throw you in a hole so deep, you'll water the rice paddies in China when you pee." Dave wisely shut the fuck up. Carter had told him there were two very important times to know in the military; when to shut up, and when to shut the fuck up . This seemed like the latter. "You got the wanna bees at your house. A few real troops here. You got lucky, Boy Scout. Stand down and let us do our jobs." Before the short, powerfully built man turned away, Dave noted the nametape on the man's uniform; Barnett. The two chevrons upside down on the top of his rank insignia meant he was a Technical Sergeant; an E-6, a middle level NCO. "Sergeant Barnett?" Dave called to get his attention. The little bantam turned, one eyebrow cocked. "The kids in this place haven't been fed breakfast yet. My partner is inside the community building with a few women who've been stuck here for over a month. They're getting something cooked up while the nurse moves the kids. You think you can let that plan roll forward? Otherwise, you'll have some cranky kids to deal with soon. "Is she armed?" "My partner?" Dave got a nod in response. "Yes, she has a slung rifle and a holstered pistol. If you go in cautious, and announce yourself, there shouldn't be a problem. Or you can send me in ahead of you." "Sure, fine. Just know if you try anything stupid, my two partners behind you will drop you in a heartbeat." "I think we understand each other." Dave stepped off deliberately, at a steady pace, getting around the corner of the building with Sgt Barnett two arm's lengths to his right. He could hear the soft footsteps in the grass of two more people behind him. Barnett wasn't bluffing. Dave reached the door of the cafeteria space. He knocked twice, then slowly opened it. "Hey, Liv? It's me, I'm coming in. There's some Air Force folks with me. Keep your weapons holstered and your hands visible. These folks seem a mite twitchy." Olivia stood in the Archway between the dining side and the kitchen side. The sounds of pans and utensils and sizzling meat were quickly joined by the aroma of bacon. Dave's stomach grumbled. Two voices behind him tittered. Seems his guards and executioners heard him. They guffawed when Barnett's stomach responded. "Should we let you two get a plate boss?" The laughing voice behind Dave almost had a Tinkerbell fairy quality to it. Great. My erstwhile executioner leaves pixie dust in her wake. Liv kept quiet. Verbally that is. Her eyes were laughing though. Laughing loud enough to make up for the silence of her lips. "No, they're cooking for a bunch of hungry kids. Leave 'em alone." Barnett paused, looking between Liv and Dave, and sizing them up. "You two, one at a time, very carefully, place your weapons on that back counter. You're closer, young lady, so you go first." Liv sighed, staying stony faced. Dave widened his eyes and nodded his head, with a slight tilt towards the counter. With an exasperated exhale, she unslung her rifle, touching only the sling, and only with her thumb, laying it on the counter. In doing so, she now had her back to the archway leading to the kitchen. She deliberately used her left hand to remove her pistol. Liv then placed it beside the rifle. Her combat knife came next. Placing it with her firearms, she stepped away from the counter and faced the others. "Boot knife." Barnett said flatly. "Excuse me?" Liv asked blankly. "Remove the knife from your boot and place it on the table." Liv pursed her lips, rolled her eyes, and then complied. Tinkerbell tittered. "Step over there." Dave waved his arm towards the opposite corner from where Liv had been, along the wall separating the kitchen space and the dining space. Olivia moved as indicated, her eyes locked on the two behind Dave. "Okay, now you." Dave walked to the counter. He unslung his SMG, again, using only his thumb, and placed it beside Liv's rifle. With open, deliberate motions, his pistol quickly followed. "Don't make me say it again." "I don't have any knives. Never been any good with 'em." Liv snorted. "You shittin me? You came in here with no knife? Better a weapon you're only mediocre with than no weapon at all." Dave just shrugged. "You're doing a great job of convincing me you merely got lucky; twice; rather than win by skill and teamwork." Dave elected not to rise to barb. "Stand over there with your girlfriend." Dave turned and walked along the wall. He took the opportunity to look at the two guards. One was a wasp waisted, svelte brunette with her hair back in a bun. The other; fucking well looked like Tinkerbelle. Pale skin, silky blonde hair in a braid that wrapped around her head like a home-grown crown. Give her a pair of wings and no one would even blink if she claimed to be the fictional character. Well, Tinkerbelle never carried an M4 with a daylight scope. Sure as shit would have given that saucy wink though. Once Dave was beside Livy, Barnett spoke to the two of them. "You will both get a full debriefing at headquarters. For now, let's start with the disposition of the corpse of one Andrew Bilk. He was a very rich man, and someone wants an accounting of his death. Starting with where his body is." "Out in the grass. The goons in this camp had his body on the floor, up against the wall there" Dave pointed, "since we had kids coming in soon, I thought it best to get him out of here, so I carried him out into the grass near the other bodies. He's the one in the silk pajamas." "Silk pajamas? That should be easy to distinguish." "Oh, uh Sergeant Barnett? There is a time critical element here. The blonde lady we rescued first, Natasha, she was bound to the rich guy; Bilk you said? Anyway, she needs to be re-partnered. I don't know the exact timeline, but he died around or just after midnight. Problem is, the nurse around here couldn't get any more semen out of the rich guy's nuts, so her only shot is if a lab geek can eke out enough for her. She and the body need to get back to Dallas fast." "Right. Okay, Silvia?" The brunette focused on Barnett. "Yes, sergeant?" "Find this Natasha woman, get her and the silk clad corpse on a chopper and send them back now." "Yes, sergeant." She slipped out the door like vanishing smoke. "Also," Dave interjected, "in the houses are several women that the nurse, Parker, was forced to re-pair from the rich guy to one of these clowns. That was this morning, so they're all in imprinting sleep at the moment. The ones that imprinted later might be able to recognize which redneck imprinted which blonde." Barnett raised an eyebrow. "Apparently, the rich guy had a fixation with blondes." Tinkerbelle ran a hand down her side, giving her body a little wriggle as she did so. "Alright, I'll let lab techs and medicos sort that mess out. We've got a convoy of trucks enroute to haul these folks back to Dallas." As Barnett spoke, the sound of rotors could be heard. As the sound built, the door opened and five kids went straight to the nearest table. Parker followed in after them. "Oh, hey Dave. Listen, some Air Force woman pulled Natasha away. I think they just left on a chopper." Dave nodded. "Are you the nurse that used the Dead Man's Switch on these women?" Barnett asked. Parker stiffened. "Yes, I am. It was either that or let them die." "Relax, I'm not your judge or your jury. I'm just trying to establish a few facts and identities. Do you think you can remember which woman paired with which man?" "Not all of them, but some. The first was the one with the enormous" she suddenly remembered there were kids in the room, "uh, assets. The boss man took her for himself." "Okay, that's fine. Uh, Jessie, think you can find a notepad for ;” "Parker." "Parker here to write down what she remembers on the pairings this morning. The ones from before should be able to tell us themselves." The short blonde exited with haste. Parker checked in with the kids before approaching the sergeant. "Can I check in with the kitchen, to see when their breakfast is ready?" "No need," said Rory, passing through the arch with a plate in each hand, "breakfast is served." Sandy was right behind her, carrying three plates, one in her left hand, and two more up her left arm. The kids cheered. Sandy also had silverware in her right hand. She set that down first. Unburdened, Rory came across the room to Dave. "Listen, Parker mentioned being paired increases a man's metabolism. We made some extra. Would you like something?" "What if the kids want seconds?" "We made enough in case the older two ask for seconds, and still serve a couple of adults." "Like me and the sergeant here?" Rory grinned, "Correct. Why don't you two sit, and I'll bring out two more plates." "I appreciate that, Rory, but Liv hasn't eaten either. Neither has Parker, or you, or ;” "I know, I know, I've got five more servings in here. Sandy and I can make more shortly." "You don't ha--" "Hush. I want to." She leaned in close. "It helps keep my mind off other things." Immediately, Rory exited to the kitchen. Sandy followed after. As they passed through the arch, Jessie, the little blonde Air Force attack pixie came back bearing a portfolio containing a yellow legal pad and a pen. She handed that off to Parker and found herself an out of the way spot along the wall. Dave watched as Parker took a seat several spaces down from the children. After staring blankly at the page for almost a minute, she began writing at a steady pace. Absorbed in watching her, Dave was surprised when Sandy brought him a plate and silverware. Bacon, scrambled eggs, and toast. A perfectly worthy American breakfast. As he ate, Dave noted his companion / captor's face. The man's fair skin was as unpale as possible without adding descriptors like 'sun-kissed'. His jet-black hair strongly suggested an eastern or southern European heritage. That presumption was supported by the darkening along his jawline. Clearly a man that had to shave twice a day to remain within military regs. Unless of course, he went undercover, in which case he could grow a partial disguise in short order. Liv caught his eye as she returned from the kitchen. She took a seat next to Dave, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek before digging into the scrambled eggs on the plate of food she'd carried in. She giggled at his pro forma protest when she stole a piece of bacon off his plate. Liv, on one side of Dave, missed the small grin on Barnett's face over the exchange. Her partner saw it though. Another enlisted woman came through the door carrying a sizable hardcase, the kind that usually has thick foam padding inside. She proceeded directly to the counter and swiftly stowed the weapons in the case. Then she carried the case back outside. "We're going to cycle the civilians through here for some breakfast before we entrain for Dallas," Barnett said. "When you're through here, meet me out on the lawn space where we started. Both of you." "You got it." Barnett took his plate and silverware through the kitchen archway. Shortly after, Dave heard the outer door to the kitchen open and close. Dave took a few more minutes to finish his meal. Liv spoke as he arranged his silverware on his plate. "Before you go, you should talk with Aurora. I think you two have something to share." Dave looked at her flatly. "She'd bonded, Liv." The young woman's smile broadened. "Not quite what I meant." Then she grew serious. "Just talk to her. Really, I think it could be good for both of you." She smirked when Dave walked away, fixing her with a wary eye. He found the sink, with a dishwasher beside it. Quickly, he rinsed his plate, placing it in the dishwasher. Rory and Sandy both objected, but he waved them off. Dave went ahead and rinsed the plate and silverware in the sink as well, along with a few cooking utensils. After drying his hands, he approached Rory. "Olivia said we should talk. She didn't say what about. Is this just her idea, or something you want to discuss?" Rory looked downward and swallowed. She looked back up. The haunted look in her eyes tugged at Dave's heart. Sandy noted their faces and suggested they step outside for a private conversation. Rory took his hand and led Dave out of the kitchen's heat and into the cool damp outside. Following her example, he leaned one shoulder against the wall, facing her. He waited for her to speak. "When we were surveying the houses; checking on the women and kids; Liv was asking me how I got here, what I dealt with getting here and being here. Honestly, she was just trying to make conversation. She didn't know what that would lead to." Dave waited again as Rory screwed up her resolve. Hopefully, his eyes were communicating support and patience. He could try speaking words of comfort or support, but the moment seemed too fragile to withstand him saying anything. "One of her questions was why didn't I try to escape after we were captured, before we were imprinted. Or why didn't we try signaling for help once we were stuck here. I can't speak for the others, but; I was not in a good place mentally when I was captured." She paused again, but not as long this time. Her shoulders came inward though, like she was trying to shrink; or hide. "Casey, the man I was supposed to partner with after getting my vaccine shot, is a good friend. He; spent time, when he could, talking to me by Zoom after; after ;” Rory shook with silent sobs. In Dave's heart, he knew what was coming next. The cold hand that gripped him, sapped the joy out of moments with his new family. His brain kept trying to reject the knowledge. Finally, she looked him directly in the eyes. Her composure shattered. "I had two daughters. They were both teenagers." As her tears poured out, Dave stepped in closer, wrapping his arms around her, his own visage twisted with the shared pain. He said nothing, merely held her for several minutes. When her shaking subsided, he waited a bit more. Finally, he took a deep breath and brought his mouth near her ear. With a shaky voice, he said, "My son's name was Eddie. He was twenty-three years old." Her arms around him tightened. Neither spoke. Several minutes later, Rory pulled her head back, an empathetic look on her face. She kissed Dave on the cheek and went back inside. Dave took a few minutes to collect himself. Feeling reasonably steady, he walked around the building. Liv and Barnett were there, waiting. "Okay, so here's what's happening. Most of these people are going back by truck. The convoy is nearly here. You two have a date with Air Force Intel, DPD, and possibly the FBI. You're going back in a chopper, now." Barnett paused, giving Dave a moment to process what he'd said. "Is that white pickup about three hundred meters back along the entry road yours?" "Yes." "Keys." "Excuse me?" "Gimme your keys. I'll have one of my people drive it with the convoy. We'll have it waiting for you when the intel boys and detectives decide to loosen the thumbscrews." Dave pulled his keys out and tossed them to the sergeant. "What about our weapons?" "They'll be in your vehicle." Dave nodded in acknowledgment. Jessie, the little pixie blonde, motioned for Dave and Liv to follow her. She led them to the nearby chopper and walked them through the seat harness mechanism. Two other Air Force personnel took seats on either side of the pair. Jessie returned to Barnett as the rotors began to move. Two minutes later, Dave watched the ground recede. Air Force personnel were scattered all over the compound. As of yet none of the kids had been in the big grassy area where the bodies lay. Just as the nose dipped and turned, Dave caught sight of military trucks edging down the dirt road into the camp. To be continued in part 12, Based on a post by RonanJWilkerson, in 12 parts, for Literotica.

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Szeptember 27-én boldoggá avatták Orosz Péter Pál vértanút a kárpátaljai Bilkén. A boldoggá avatás előestéjén és időpontjában is zajlottak események a bilkei ünnepséggel párhuzamosan Magyarországon. A magyar görögkatolikusok szervezésében Nagykállóba szeptember 26-án ifjúsági imaestre várták a fiatalokat és érdeklődőket, másnap Biriben, Péter atya szülőfalujában Szent Liturgián adtak hálát a vértanú életéért és példájáért. A most következő helyszíni riportunkban a szervezőkkel, a résztvevőkel és a fiatalokkal is beszélgettünk. A riportban elhangzanak az ünnepi Szent Liturgián rögzített prédikáció részletei, valamint felcsendülnek Boldog Orosz Péter Pál hivatalos liturgikus énekei a Biriben kántorizáló papnövendékek előadásában. Tolmácsolt Ruszinkó Szergej atya. A riportot P. Tóth Nóra készítette. További felhasznált anyagok: 01. Boldogságok - orosz dallam/Görögkatolikus YouTube-csatorna (Forrás: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nDcVeKXFykI&list=RDnDcVeKXFykI&start_radio=1)

Frigear er FDMs podcast om biler og livet som bilist. Vært: Karsten Meyland Lemche, testkører og journalist, FDM Medværter: Dennis Lange, chefkonsulent, FDM og Yasser Abaiji, teknisk konsulent, FDM ---  Vil du være medlem af FDM, så kan du finde vores aktuelle tilbud her: https://fdm.dk/bliv-medlem ---  00:50 Nyhed: Forkerte forbrugstal vildleder købere af brugte biler - forhandlere lover mere end bilerne kan holde. Politisk chef i FDM Torben Lund Kudsk forklarer hvad der er galt, og hvad man skal gøre som bilist. 06:30 Nyhed: Nyhedsredaktør Torben Arent fortæller om fem fantastiske bilnyheder fra biludstillingen IAA i München. 21:50 Nyhed: Bilsalg i Danmark og hele Europa. 25:15 Nyhed: FDM hjælper medlem med batterifejl på Jaguar – sparede reparation på 152.000 kr. 34:35 Nyhed: Nye priser på tre af BYD's modeller: Sealion 7, Seal U og Tang. 36:20 Ugens bil: Prøvekørsel af Xpeng G6. 47:35 Lytterspørgsmål: Alexander overvejer at lease sin første bil, men hvad skal han vælge? ---  Har du et lytterspørgsmål, et hot take eller en kommentar, er du velkommen til at skrive til os på podcast@fdm.dk  ---  Links i episoden:  https://fdm.dk/nyheder --- https://fdm.dk/nyheder/nyt-om-biler/2025-09-fem-fantastiske-nyheder-paa-stort-bilshow --- https://fdm.dk/nyheder/nyt-om-biler/2025-09-rekord-elbilsalg-skyder-danmark-helt-europa-top --- https://fdm.dk/nyheder/bilist/2025-09-dyr-elbil-havde-batterifejl-fdm-hjalp-medlem-med-reparation-til-152000-kr --- https://fdm.dk/nyheder/nyt-om-biler/2025-08-kaempe-oversigt-se-alle-leasingtilbud-rabatter-kampagner-paa-nye-biler --- https://fdm.dk/motor/forpremiere/2025-09-xpeng-g6-den-mest-populaere-kina-bil-forbedret

Folge 181: Carsten und Buddy gehen gerne essen - Logo. Und sind sehr neugierig - auch Logo. Aber nicht auf irgendwen, sondern diesmal auf Lukas Jakobi im Zwanzig23 in Düsseldorf-Bilk. Ja genau, der Lukas – der „Angreifer“, der mit zwei Herdplatten mehr leistet als so mancher mit einer ganzen Brigade. Aus einem ehemaligen griechischen Imbiss hat er in 15 Monaten ein Sternerestaurant gemacht. Kein Wunder, dass Carsten und Buddy danach erstmal tief durchatmen mussten – vor lauter Geschmacksexplosionen.Am Tresen – denn hier sitzt man nicht brav im abgetrennten Fine-Dining-Separee – serviert Lukas nicht nur Essen, er serviert Haltung. „Taste the Waste“ ist bei ihm kein Marketing-Gag, sondern gelebte Küchenphilosophie. Dazu Austerneis, Lachsforellen-Herzen im Tempuramantel, Gänsejus mit Creme-crue-Eis und Brombeeren statt Erdbeeren, weil's eben gerade so ist.Natürlich geht's nicht nur ums Essen. Lukas hat nebenbei noch weitere Gastro-Babys am Start, redet frei über Größenwahn (im besten Sinne) und lässt Carsten und Buddy spüren, dass hier keiner auf Routine kocht. Manchmal laut, immer leidenschaftlich – und garantiert ohne das übliche Sterne-Restaurant-Geflüster. Am Ende bleibt die Erkenntnis: Wer hier isst, bekommt kein „schönes Menü“, sondern eine Vollkontakt-Erfahrung für alle Sinne. Carsten und Buddy sind jedenfalls beseelt raus – und überlegen ernsthaft, ob sie sich fürs nächste Mal schon mal einen Statiker mitbringen… nur für den Fall, dass Lukas wieder jemanden hochhebt. #SoulFoodPassionistas  #LukasJacobi #CulinaryPower #TasteTheWaste #VollkontaktGourmet #Zwanzig23 #SOULFOOD # SOULFOODPASSIONISTAS # CARSTENHENN #GASTROSURIVIAL #BUDDYZIPPER #GASTROPODCAST #KULINARIK #STERNEKUECHE #KOCHGOTT #gastrosurivial #sterneküche #foodporn #foodlover #instafood #gastronomie #podcast @buddyzipper @carstenhenn @soulfoodpassionistas

Vi har en rättelse att göra som gäller Anna Granevärns bilköp. Vi påstår i avsnittet om Verlines överdos att Anna säger att hon köpt en bil kontant, men att det i själva verket är en firmabil. Jag kollade med Transportstyrelsen dagen innan publicering, och det fanns ingen bil registrerad på Anna. Följaktligen drog vi slutsatsen att det var firmabilen som avsågs. En källa gjorde även en koll på registreringsnumret som visade att bilen som avsågs tillhörde regionen. Ett mail till Anna vittnar också om att gon fått en firmabil. Men idag, fredag, har faktiskt en bil registrerats på Anna. Det rör sig om en Toyota RAV4 av 2025 års modell, och den registrerades på Anna den 9 juli, men uppgifterna kom alltså in i bilregistret först nu. Den 9 juli var två dagar INNAN avsnittet släpptes, så vi kan inte vara säkra på att bilen som sågs faktiskt inte var Annas egen. Händelsen där bilen sågs utspelade sig en tid innan bilen registrerades, men vi kan inte vara 100% säkra på att bilen faktiskt inte tillhörde Anna.Vi har gjort alla slagningar och undersökningar som man kan göra för att försäkra oss om att vi hade rätt, och vi har också vägt in informationen från vår källa. Normalt ska det inte ta så lång tid för ett fordon att registreras i bilregistret, så slutsatsen vi drog var väl underbyggd. Men för att vara helt säkra väljer vi alltså att gå ut med en rättelse, då vi inte kan vara säkra på vem bilen som sågs faktiskt tillhör. Vi ber om ursäkt till både lyssnare och drabbade om uppgifterna varit missvisande, men vi har som sagt gjort alla de kontroller som kan anses nödvändiga, och alla som står oss till buds, för att säkra upp det här. Att fordonet registrerades i bilregistret först ett antal dagar senare är dessvärre utanför vår kontroll.En sak kan vi dock bekräfta: Anna ljög när hon sa att hon hade betalat bilen direkt på plats, en uppgift som vår källa fick ta del av. På Carfax står det nämligen att köpet är gjort genom ett lån, dessutom med en relativt hög ränta. Ett märkligt förfarande av en person som tjänar så mycket varje månad.Av och med Tobias Henricsson/PRS Media.Allt som sägs i podden går att styrka med dokument, inspelningar, skärmdumpar etc. Se www.prsmedia.se/granskning för att ta del av en del av dem.Har du information om det här ämnet? Tipsa oss på info@prsmedia.se eller via krypterad mail: prsmedia@protonmail.com.Tipsa gärna vänner och bekanta om podden!Kontakt och sociala medier:https://www.facebook.com/prsmedia.sehttps://www.instagram.com/prsmediahttps://www.threads.net/@prsmediahttps://www.prsmedia.seinfo@prsmedia.se Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

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Avsnitt nummer 444 av Arsenal Göteborg Podcast! Hur ser lyssnarna på Filip och Tobbe? Behöver Tobbe ny PC och ska de starta en Go found me? Hur långt körde Micke sin bil egentligen? Podden lanserar en ny programpunkt som heter “Filips faktaruta”, nya regler för TV-bolagen. Transfers med öl, spelare in/ut. Det snackas om Partey, Norgaard, Kepa och andra transferrykten och Filip har förberett inte bara ett utan två quiz! Det snackas om anfallare, igen!  Sedan rullar podden med ett önskeinslag, från just Micke Eriksson, att göra en elva med mest älskvärda spelare. Detta och mycket mer i detta avsnitt!

Nepaisant visuomenės pasipriešinimo, ekspertų kritikos ir opozicijos prieštaravimų, valdantiesiems pavyko priimti mokesčių reformą. Kodėl šiai valdžiai pavyko tai, ko negalėjo ankstesnės? Kaip tai paveiks valdančiųjų partijų reitingus ir įvaizdį visuomenėje?Laidoje dalyvauja: VDU politologas Ignas Kalpokas, VU TSPMI politologas dr. Marius Kalanta, buvusi finansų viceministrė Rūta Bilkštytė, buvęs finansų ministras Vilius ŠapokaVed. Jurgita Čeponytė.

Dagens vigtigste nyheder på 15 minutter. Skolesommerferien er i gang. De første er allerede på vej på ferie, men der skal pakkes en god portion tålmodighed med i bagagen, hvis man ferien står på bilferie i Europa - for der er udsigt til længere køer end normalt. Titusindvis af demonstranter ventes i dag at trodse et forbud mod at markere LGBT+-rettigheder i Ungarn. Også forperson for Copenhagen Pride Benjamin Hansen. - Det er et forbud, der er ulovligt. Det er et forbud, der er forkert, og det er et forbud, vi skal presse imod, siger han. Forventningens glæde er den største - det måtte 400.000 nordmænd sande. De fik besked om, at de havde vundet millioner i Lotto - men det var en fejl. Vært: Mette Simonsen.

”Man köper inte en bil som man köper en telefon.” BMW står mitt i ett av bilvärldens största skiften. Men trots appar, konfiguratorer och AI har ingen lyckats göra bilköpet helt digitalt. Varför? I veckans avsnitt av Digitala Influencer-podden berättar Christian Porseby, Head of Communications & Digital på BMW Norra Europa, om kampen mellan teknik och känsla – och vad som krävs för att få en premiumkund att trycka på ”köp”.

This episode is not for the faint of liver. We asked: what alcohol is — or should be — illegal? From neon tourist trap moonshine to actual fermented spit beer (yes, really), we run down the worst offenders in the booze world.Also featured: 

What's happenin' people!Another episode of the podcast, this time with Brandon Frisby, frontman of Southend-on-Sea band Soaked.Brandon talked about his journey so far name-checking previous guests including Bilk, Another Day and Astile Doherty as well as his celeb spotting exploits!!!Soaked released latest single 'Talk About It' a few weeks ago, go check it out! Soaked 'Talk About It' | Soundplate Clicks | Smart Links for Music MarketingHere's all the links for the band:Soaked: High-Energy Indie Punk & Rock Trio from Southend | SoakedMusic | SoakedSoaked (@soakedband) | TikToksoaked soaked soaked soaked soaked (@soakedband) • Instagram photos and videosSoaked - Talk About It (Music Video)Soaked | SpotifyAnd you can get in touch with me here:://www.facebook.com/timeforheroespodcastTimeforheroespodcast (@Timeforheroesp1) / Twitterhttps://www.instagram.com/timetimeforheroespod@gmail.comArtwork courtesy of Rowan McDonaghRowan McDonagh (@rowan_mcdonagh_design) • Instagram photos and videosMusic by The Young Hips, check them out here:https://open.spotify.com/artist/0wnBIA2KIwgNjCQPB6RY6h?si=Rd3wMJl5TImhlNDr9Wt3Yw Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

This week, Stub is joined by VERY SPECIAL GUEST Jaimie Bailey for a bit of Bar Banter! They chat about the new album by Bilk, music in general, cocktail bars and cocktials, food, football, and booking tables at Whetherspoons. If you find yourself liking, singing along to, or playing along with One Bourbon, One Chard, or One Beer, please Please PLEASE rate and review us on iTunes, Spotify, Stitcher, Soundcloud, or wherever you found our podcast. It helps other lushes like you find our podcast and to build our community. If you rate and review us and we ever meet you, we'll buy you one bourbon, one chard, or one beer (our choice). Cheers, mates!

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Kalle Berg drar turerna kring handelskriget i Nordamerika. Hur har grannländerna svarat på Donald Trumps tullar? Han minns också Leif Loket Olsson och tiden då (manliga) göteborgare regerade i tv. Adam Bergsten om senaste nytt i hela Göteborgs favoritämne: trafiken. Bilkörandet ska bli mindre attraktivt, enligt omdebatterat, nytt förslag. Han slår också ett slag för audiofilismen, apropå CD:ns comeback. Dessutom: Därför är det inte vinter, vildsvin invaderar Kvibergs kyrkogård och australiensk minister lät skattebetalare betala för jättelång resa till en lunch. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Djo es uno de los protagonistas de esta sesión de lunes; el músico y actor al que muchos pusimos en el mapa por su participación en la serie 'Stranger Things', ha anunciado álbum para abril, 'The Crux', que te avanzamos con 'Basic Being Basic'. Pero antes, abrimos con tres cañonazos del nuevo disco de Bilk, 'Essex, Drugs and Rock and Roll' -un trabajo cercano en sonido a los primeros Arctic Monkeys pero con una vuelta de tuerca-, y escuchamos las últimas novedades de Himalayas, Sam Fender, Viagra Boys, Slowly Slowly, Larkin Poe, y la colaboración entre Tamino y Mitski.Playlist:BILK - This Room is Caving in on MeBILK - F UpBILK - TommyTHE REYTONS - World's Greatest ActorARCTIC MONKEYS - R U Mine?VIAGRA BOYS - Ain't NiceVIAGRA BOYS - Man Made of MeatTHE HIVES - Walk Idiot WalkHIMALAYAS - AloneHIMALAYAS - AfterlifeTHE AMAZONS - My Blood (feat. Royal Blood)ROYAL BLOOD - Supermodel AvalanchesSLOWLY SLOWLY - HurricaneSAM FENDER - Arm's LengthBLEACHERS - Rollercoaster ('A Stranger Desired')DJO - Basic Being BasicDJO - Personal LiesPOST ANIMAL - RalphieTEMPLES - Sun StructuresDERBY MOTORETA'S BURRITO KACHIMBA - Porselana TeethLARKIN POE - PearlsJULIEN BAKER & TORRES - Sugar in the TankTAMINO - Sanctuary (feat. Mitski)ANDREW BIRD & MADISON CUNNINGHAM - Crying In The NightLUCY DAUS - AnklesMOTHER MOTHER - The MatrixDEAD POET SOCIETY - Running In CirclesST. VINCENT - Broken ManEscuchar audio

Episode 2 with Sol Abrahams of Essex band Bilk, this guy has passion, confidence and an unwavering belief in both himself and his band!Bilk's second album 'Essex Drugs And Rock And Roll' is released today (24.01.25) buy it here: Essex, Drugs and Rock and Roll – Bilkand buy tickets for their upcoming tour here: Tour – Bilk including dates at London's Electric Ballroom and Glasgow's SWG3We spoke about the bands career for over an hour and still never touched on why the band have been banned from Rough Trade!A proper Rock And Roll star who backs himself. I love it and I'm pretty sure you'll love it too!Check out Bilk in the links belowBilkBilk | SpotifyBILK - YouTubebilk. (@bilkbandpage) • Instagram photos and videosFacebookBilk. (@BILKBANDPAGE) / XBILK | Twitter, Instagram, Facebook | LinktreeAnd you can get in touch with me here:://www.facebook.com/timeforheroespodcastTimeforheroespodcast (@Timeforheroesp1) / Twitterhttps://www.instagram.com/timetimeforheroespod@gmail.comTime For Heroes is written, produced and presented by Martin MorelArtwork courtesy of Rowan McDonaghRowan McDonagh (@rowan_mcdonagh_design) • Instagram photos and videosMusic by The Young Hips, check them out here:https://open.spotify.com/artist/0wnBIA2KIwgNjCQPB6RY6h?si=Rd3wMJl5TImhlNDr9Wt3Yw Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

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Es hora de recibir al fin de semana por todo lo alto: con una buena sesión de Viernes Eléctrico repleta de cañonazos. Hoy escuchamos a -M-, Kraftklub, The Reytons, Arctic Monkeys, The Blue Stones, Hermana Furia -con 'Flor en el culo', otra de las canciones de su segundo disco, 'Rumias'-, The Niftys, Bilk, Apollo 440, Fatboy Slim, Jamiroquai, Moby, Oasis, Blur, X Ambassadors -junto a K.Flay y grandson-, Daft Punk o LCD Soundsystem, entre otros.Playlist:-M- - MojoKRAFTKLUB - Unsere FansBILK - GoTHE REYTONS - Low LifeTHE REYTONS - On The Back Burner (Live from Clifton Park)ARCTIC MONKEYS - Brianstorm (Live at the Royal Albert Hall)THE BLUE STONES - Come ApartX AMBASSADORS - Zen (with K.Flay & grandson)GRABBITZ - Saint ManiacJAMIROQUAI - Deeper UndergroundMOBY - BodyrockSOULWAX - Too Many DJsOASIS - Fucnkin' in the BushesBLUR - Song 2DEWOLFF - Yes You DoWOLFMOTHER - New Moon RisingHERMANA FURIA - Flor en el culoTHE NIFTYS - Brighton Rock ['Sheer Heart Attack Reimagined']APOLLO 440 - Stop the RockFATBOY SLIM - The Rockafeller SkankTHE CRYSTAL METHOD - Restless (feat. Evi Nine & Toastie Taylor)THE PRODIGY - OmenTHE CHEMICAL BROTHERS - GoFOALS - Wake Me UpFRANZ FERDINAND - HookedCYCLE - Confusion!!!KID KAPICHI - Rob the SupermarketIDLES - DancerLCD SOUNDSYSTEM - Daft Punk Is Playing at My HouseDAFT PUNK - One More Time / Aerodynamic ('Alive 2007')Escuchar audio

Ración de sabroso soul funk de la mano de Jungle: escuchamos su nuevo single, 'Keep Me Satisfied', además de las últimas novedades de Victorias -adelanto de su próximo disco, 'Emocional'-, Vicente Calderón junto a Samantha Hudson, Bilk, Niños Bravos o Mallo, entre otros.Playlist:JUNGLE - Let's Go BackJUNGLE - Keep Me SatisfiedJUNGLE - Talk About ItCORY WONG - King BozziPARCELS - Leaveyourlove (feat. Ximena Sariñana & Rawayana)VERA FAUNA - Tokio ya no nos quiere (Un tributo a Lori Meyers)LORI MEYERS - El tiempo pasaráVIVA SUECIA - El bienLOVE OF LESBIAN - La Champions y el Mundial (feat. Leiva)MALLO - Ternura revolucionariaVICTORIAS - No hemos aprendido nadaLEVITANTS - VisionariosANABEL LEE - Ven a jugarVICENTE CALDERÓN - Dientes rotos (feat. Samantha Hudson)NIÑOS BRAVOS - TerapiaBILK - GoKID KAPICHI - Let's Get To WorkJET - Hurry HurryJET - Are You Gonna Be My GirlTHE WHITE STRIPES - Red RainJACK WHITE - That's How I'm FeelingTHE BLACK KEYS - Beautiful People (Stay High)JD MCPHERSON - Sunshine GetawayDEWOLFF - Natural WomanFATHER JOHN MISTY - She Cleans UpTAME IMPALA - ElephantELEPHANT STONE - Lost in a DreamHOLLOW SHIP - Music in MotionTHE LAZY EYES - Fuzz JamEscuchar audio

Hvad sker der egentlig, når verdens mest prestigefyldte bilkåring løber af stablen? Det kommer præsidenten for kåringen og fortæller. Han er desuden dansk – og er vores kollega Søren. Ugens bil er Årets Bil i Danmark – men er den titlen værdig? Vi vender også en større millionbøde til Autobutler, en farlig defekt på Peugeot E-3008/E-5008 og Opel Grandland, vi kigger nærmere på den faceliftede Tesla Model Y, og så er der nye leasingpriser på Renault 5. Vi runder af med lytterspørgsmål. --- Frigear er FDMs podcast om biler og livet som bilist. Vært: Karsten Meyland Lemche, testkører og journalist, FDM. Medværter: Yasser Abaiji, teknisk konsulent og Dennis Lange, chefkonsulent, FDM Gæst: Søren W. Rasmussen, bilteknisk redaktør, FDM og præsident for juryen i Car of the Year Klip og produktion: Lasse Ekstrand Meidahl Petersen. --- 00:47 Nyheder: Millionbøde til Autobutler, farlig defekt på Peugeot og Opel, faceliftet Tesla Model Y, leasingpriser på Renault 5 20:45 Tema: Bagom kåringen af Car of the Year 2025 35:51 Ugens bil: Kia EV3 48:56 Lytterspørgsmål: Hvor længe kan en producent dække sig ind under funktionalitet- og -fejlrettelser, som på et tidspunkt kommer 'over the air'? Og hvem har ret mht. dæktryk – producent eller værksted? --- Skriv til os på podcast@fdm.dk --- Links i episoden: https://fdm.dk/nyheder/bilist/2025-01-autobutler-betaler-millionboede-aftalte-priser --- https://fdm.dk/nyheder/bilist/2025-01-farlig-defekt-afsloeret-1738-biler-fra-peugeot-opel-er-tilbagekaldt --- https://fdm.dk/nyheder/nyt-om-biler/2025-01-tesla-loefter-sloeret-ny-generation-af-model-y --- https://fdm.dk/nyheder/nyt-om-biler/2025-01-fransk-koreansk-pointdrama-ved-car-year --- https://fdm.dk/motor/biltest/kia-ev3-elbil-af-hoej-karat

This week on the Yellow Brit Road, we bring you some of the best new singles and albums released in the UK and Ireland, and reviews on the albums you must listen to. Plus, some new Indian indie releases, since it's my last week in the country. Featuring music by Franz Ferdinand, Bob Vylan and Amy Taylor, Transmission Suite, Squid, Beach Riot, Lambrini Girls, Bilk, Miso Extra, Metronomy, Kim Hon, Skifall, Jorja Smith, Skinner, The Gentle Spring, Dry Heaves. Find this week's playlist here. Do try and support artists directly! Touch that dial and tune in live! We're on at CFRC 101.9 FM in Kingston, or on cfrc.ca, Sundays 8 to 9:30 PM! Like what we do? CFRC is in the middle of its annual funding drive! Donate to help keep our 102-year old station going! Get in touch with the show for requests, submissions, giving feedback or anything else: email yellowbritroad@gmail.com, Twitter @⁠YellowBritCFRC⁠, IG @⁠yellowbritroad⁠. PS: submissions, cc music@cfrc.ca if you'd like other CFRC DJs to spin your music on their shows as well.

On this episode. Is the web browser extension coupon code tool, Honey, running a scam using influencers to peddle its product? Plus Meta swaps out its Global Affairs President, former leader of the UK Liberal Democrats, Nick Clegg, with Joel Kaplan, Clegg's deputy and a well connected Republican.Starring Sarah Lane, Tom Merritt, Robb Dunewood, Justin Robert Young, Roger Chang, Joe.Link to the Show Notes.

On this episode. Is the web browser extension coupon code tool, Honey, running a scam using influencers to peddle its product? Plus Meta swaps out its Global Affairs President former leader of the UK Liberal Democrats, Nick Clegg, with Joel Kaplan, Clegg's deputy and a well connected Republican. Starring Sarah Lane, Tom Merritt, Robb Dunewood, Justin Robert Young, Roger Chang, Joe. To read the show notes in a separate page click here! Support the show on Patreon by becoming a supporter!

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Merriam-Webster's Word of the Day for July 12, 2024 is: bilk • BILK • verb Bilk is typically applied in contexts relating to fraud and deceit. It can mean "to cheat out of something valuable," or "to evade payment of or to," or "to obtain something by defrauding someone." // Prosecutors contend that the defendant bilked hundreds of investors out of their life savings. // Some vendors accuse the company of bilking its creditors. // The organization's treasurer had bilked thousands of dollars from the nonprofit over the course of one year. See the entry > Examples: "In a scheme revealed in February, Arlington was bilked out of nearly a half-million dollars by international hackers impersonating a vendor working to rebuild the community's high school." — John Hilliard, The Boston Globe, 11 June 2024 Did you know? Initially, bilking wasn't considered cheating—just good strategy for cribbage players. Language historians aren't sure where bilk originated, but they have noticed that its earliest uses occur in contexts relating to the game of cribbage. Part of the scoring in cribbage involves each player adding cards from their hand to a pile of discards called the "crib." At the end of a hand, the dealer gets any points in the crib. Strategically, then, it's wisest for the dealer's opponents to discard the cards most likely to "balk," or put a check on, the dealer's score (or in other words, the ones least likely to contribute to point-making combinations). Etymologists theorize that bilk may have originated as an alteration of that card-game balk.

Our Heroes held their first livestream Food Court for Patrons and this is just part one of the proceedings. Join Our Hero Judges as they go through the cases of 100%er Chris's wife's pizza crime and a guy we just call Nutdog. Plus mustard ramen, sugary eggies, and whatever bilk is. BILK! Bilk Origins. Terrible. A genuinely wild start to a new format. From the Food Court Livestream on 6/19. Be there live for our next one by signing up on Patreon at any tier, sending in your case, and awaiting your summons. Support us directly https://www.patreon.com/100percenteat where you can join the discord with other 100 Percenters, stay up to date on everything, and get The Michael, Jordan Podcast every friday. Follow us on IG & Twitter: @100percenteat Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

We are thrilled to welcome a new addition to the Green Coast Radio family: the Spanish-language podcast "Semana 420," hosted by the dynamic Oswaldo Olivas.  Stay informed with the latest #cannabis headlines, now accessible to our #Spanish-speaking audience.  Oswaldo brings you the most relevant #news, ensuring you stay updated in the rapidly evolving world of cannabis. In this episode, we'll dive into some groundbreaking cannabis news: Germany has set new THC limits for drivers, a crucial update for cannabis consumers and road safety. Slovenia takes a significant step forward as citizens vote to allow home growing for medical cannabis patients and legalize cannabis possession for adults. Our music lineup for today is nothing short of spectacular. We've got tunes from Bilk, The Allergies, Detroit Emeralds, Rival Cults, The Bobby Lees and many more!  Expect a mix of vibrant beats, nostalgic hits, and fresh sounds that will keep your spirits high. Tune in and let Air Tight 109, brighten your day with the perfect blend of cannabis news and music.  Join us and make your #life a little less bright without it! Playlist Edu Requejo - Solo La Sone Bilk - Spiked Caroline Rose - Soul No. 5 Mulatu Astatke - Yegelle Tezeta Ikebe Shakedown - No Answer Jacques Dutronc - Le Responsable The Allergies - Koliko Kae Tempest - Beigeness Lafitte Beatz - Party Detroit Emeralds - Baby let me take you (in my arm) Nación Ekeko - El Paraíso The Lethargics - Goodby is always implied Rival Cults - Heraldry Stick Figure - Smokin Love Roger and the Gypsies - Pass the Hatchet Teleman - Tangerine The Bobby Lee's - Monkey Mind Prince Fatty - Black Rabbit The Specials - Little Bitch The Smiths - I know it's over 

Bob Wallis was a good trumpet player who played in Acker Bilk's first groups before founding his own. These 1957-61 recordings sample the first part of his bandleading career featuring Bilk, Keith "Avo" Avison on trombone, Doug Richmond on clarinet, Hugh Rainey on banjo, Dick Heckstall-Smith on soprano sax, a very young, pre-Cream Ginger Baker on drums and others . . all playing in a solid four beat New Orleans style --- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/john-clark49/support

Fluent Fiction - Danish: Navigating Copenhagen's Bike Paths: A Tale of Lessons, Friendship, and Resilience Find the full episode transcript, vocabulary words, and more:fluentfiction.org/navigating-copenhagens-bike-paths-a-tale-of-lessons-friendship-and-resilience Story Transcript:Da: I København, en af Europas mest cykelvenlige byer, var forvirringen begyndt at sprede sig på Lars' ansigt. Han strammede grebet om sit cykelstyr, mens han stirrede på den snorlige cykelsti, der strakte sig ud foran ham. Det var Lars' første gang her, her i ræset på to hjul, og frygten for det ukendte kunne ses i hans blågrønne øjne.En: In Copenhagen, one of Europe's most bike-friendly cities, confusion had started to spread across Lars' face. He tightened his grip on his bike handlebars as he stared at the neatly laid-out bike path stretching out in front of him. It was Lars' first time here, in the two-wheeled race, and the fear of the unknown could be seen in his teal eyes.Da: Lars, en ung mand på 25 år, var flyttet til København fra en lille landsby i Jylland. Det var både underholdende og skræmmende at se så mange cykler på ét sted. Himlen var dækket af grå skyer, og vinden blæste Lars' hår tilbage, mens han så på de forbipasserende ryttere. Han stod der, ved Herlev Hospital, og havde den længste vej hjem til Hovedbanegården.En: Lars, a 25-year-old man, had moved to Copenhagen from a small village in Jutland. It was both entertaining and frightening to see so many bikes in one place. The sky was covered with grey clouds, and the wind blew back Lars' hair as he watched the passing riders. He stood there, by Herlev Hospital, facing the longest way back home to the Central Station.Da: "Lad os komme i gang, Lars," sagde Signe og smilte hjerteligt. Signe var Lars' eneste ven i København, en veninde fra gymnasietiden.En: "Let's get going, Lars," said Signe, smiling warmly. Signe was Lars' only friend in Copenhagen, a friend from their high school days.Da: Hun var vant til trafikken i København og cyklede ubesværet gennem gaderne, mens Lars gispede efter vejret i hendes hale. "Lars, du skal følge cyklisternes interne regler," råbte hun over skulderen, da de kørte over Lygten.En: She was accustomed to the traffic in Copenhagen and cycled effortlessly through the streets, while Lars struggled to catch his breath in her wake. "Lars, you need to follow the cyclists' unofficial rules," she yelled over her shoulder as they crossed Lygten.Da: Cykelstierne i København føltes som en labyrint for den unge Jyde. Råbene fra de andre cyklister kunne tit virke forvirrende, og Signe var foran ham og fjernere for hvert pedaltråd. "Hastighed, Lars," råbte hun tilbage, mens hun susede forbi en jalousiskoddedør.En: The bike paths in Copenhagen felt like a maze for the young Jutlander. The shouts from other cyclists could often be confusing, and Signe was getting farther ahead with each pedal stroke. "Speed up, Lars," she shouted back as she zoomed past a jealous green door.Da: Lars' hjerte hamrede i brystet, mens han forsøgte at navigere gennem Nørrebrogade. De måtte nu over Dronning Louises Bro og ind på Købmagergade. Men Lars kunne allerede mærke sveden på panden.En: Lars' heart pounded in his chest as he tried to navigate through Nørrebrogade. They had to cross Queen Louise's Bridge and head towards Købmagergade. But Lars could already feel the sweat on his forehead.Da: Uheldigvis tog Lars en forkert drejning og endte på H.C. Andersens Boulevard. Bilkøer, travle fodgængere og ivrige cyklister, var alt for meget for den stressede Lars. I hans panik begyndte han at cykle imod trafikken.En: Unfortunately, Lars took a wrong turn and ended up on H.C. Andersens Boulevard. Traffic jams, bustling pedestrians, and eager cyclists were all too much for the stressed Lars. In his panic, he started cycling against the traffic flow.Da: "Hun har sikkert ret," tænkte Lars. Men hans stædighed gjorde, at han fortsatte. Han ville ikke vise sin sårbarhed, selv om han følte sig tabt i byens larm og lyde.En: "She's probably right," thought Lars. But his stubbornness made him continue. He didn't want to show his vulnerability, even though he felt lost in the city's noise and sounds.Da: Men så skete det uundgåelige. En politibetjent stoppede ham og advarede ham om, at han kørte den forkerte vej. Følelsen af skam farvede hans kinder røde. Alle de andre cyklister stirrede på ham.En: But then the inevitable happened. A police officer stopped him and warned him that he was cycling in the wrong direction. The feeling of shame colored his cheeks red. All the other cyclists stared at him.Da: Da Signe endelig fandt Lars, trøstede hun ham. Hun fortalte ham, at de alle har været der. Signe, der var en sand københavner, kendte byen som sin egen bukselomme.En: When Signe finally found Lars, she comforted him. She told him that they had all been there. Signe, a true Copenhagener, knew the city like the back of her hand.Da: Da de endelig nåede Hovedbanegården, var Lars' ansigt aflastet. Hver eneste op-og-ned tur var det hele værd. Han var nu en del af Københavns cykelkultur, og det føltes godt. Han vidste, at han havde begået fejl, men det var en del af processen.En: When they finally reached the Central Station, Lars' face eased. Every up-and-down ride was worth it. He was now part of Copenhagen's bike culture, and it felt good. He knew he had made mistakes, but it was all part of the learning process.Da: Det gjorde ikke noget, at han var blevet stoppet af politi, eller han havde taget nogle forkerte drejninger. I sidste ende lærte han om byens charme, dens livlige gader og dens smukke cykelkultur. Og han havde Signe ved hans side - hans støtte og guide. Nu var det ikke længere ligeså skræmmende at ride på cykelstierne, som det var i begyndelsen. Han vidste, at han skulle falde for at lære. For i København, er det kun, når du falder, at du virkelig lærer at cykle.En: It didn't matter that he had been stopped by the police or taken a few wrong turns. In the end, he had learned about the city's charm, its lively streets, and its beautiful bike culture. And he had Signe by his side – his support and guide. Now, it wasn't as daunting to ride on the bike paths as it was in the beginning. He knew he had to fall to learn. Because in Copenhagen, it's only when you fall that you truly learn how to ride.Da: Og Lars, den stædige jyde, var parat til at falle og opstå igen, igen og igen, indtil han blev mester i kunsten at cykle i Københavns gader.En: And Lars, the stubborn Jutlander, was ready to fall and rise again, again and again, until he became a master in the art of cycling in Copenhagen's streets. Vocabulary Words:streets: gaderbike: cykelCopenhagen: KøbenhavnLars: Larscity: bysign: tegnfriend: venpath: stifear: frygtrules: reglertraffic: trafikmistakes: fejlguide: guideyoung: ungbicycle: cykelpedestrians: fodgængerecycling: cyklingvulnerability: sårbarhedcharm: charmecyclists: cyklistershame: skamlearning: læringfalls: falderjutlander: jydepolice: politimistakes: fejlstreets: gaderturn: drejningmistakes: fejlpattern: mønster

We spend a lot of this week recapping Elon Musk's controversial interview where he told off advertisers. Plus, Gene Simmons' thoughts on cellphones and Darren's experience at the dermatologist. Watch the episode on Youtube for free. Join our Patreon and get two bonus episodes each month, and other behind-the-scenes goodies. More info here.Follow us on: Twitch, Instagram, Facebook, Twitter, Youtube and our Discord Chat. Also don't forget about our Spotify playlist. We also have merch if you're into that kind of sharing. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Dick Powell starred in the Richard Diamond, Private Detective radio series as a wisecracking former police officer turned private detective. Episodes typically open with a potential client calling on Diamond's cash-strapped office and agreeing to his fee of $100 a day plus expenses, or Diamond taking on a case for a former friend or partner. The show made it successfully to tv and David Janssen played Diamond- and if you can ever catch these shows they are pretty good- but so are the radio versions here! ANDROID USERS- 1001 Radio Days right here at Google Podcasts FREE: https://podcasts.google.com/search/1001%20radio%20days 1001 Classic Short Stories & Tales at Google Podcasts https://podcasts.google.com/feed/aHR0cHM6Ly9mZWVkcy5tZWdhcGhvbmUuZm0vQURMNzU3MzM0Mjg0NQ== 1001 Heroes, Legends, Histories & Mysteries at Google Podcasts: https://podcasts.google.com/search/1001%20heroes 1001 Sherlock Holmes Stories (& Tales from Arthur Conan Doyle) https://podcasts.google.com/search/1001%20sherlock%20holmes 1001 Ghost Stories & Tales of the Macabre on Spotify: https://podcasts.google.com/search/1001%20ghost%20stories 1001 Stories for the Road on Google Podcasts https://podcasts.google.com/search/1001%20stories%20for%20the%20road Enjoy 1001 Greatest Love Stories on Google Podcasts https://podcasts.google.com/search/1001%20greatest%20love%20stories 1001 History's Best Storytellers: (author interviews) on Stitcher https://www.stitcher.com/show/1001-historys-best-storytellers APPLE USERS Catch 1001 Heroes on any Apple Device here (Free): https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/1001-heroes-legends-histories-mysteries-podcast/id956154836?mt=2  Catch 1001 CLASSIC SHORT STORIES at Apple Podcast App Now: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/1001-classic-short-stories-tales/id1078098622 Catch 1001 Stories for the Road at Apple Podcast now:  https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/1001-stories-for-the-road/id1227478901 NEW Enjoy 1001 Greatest Love Stories on Apple Devices here: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/1001-greatest-love-stories/id1485751552 Catch 1001 RADIO DAYS now at Apple iTunes!  https://itunes.apple.com/us/podcast/1001-radio-days/id1405045413?mt=2 NEW 1001 Ghost Stories & Tales of the Macabre is now playing at Apple Podcasts! https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/1001-ghost-stories-tales-of-the-macabre/id1516332327 NEW Enjoy 1001 History's Best Storytellers (Interviews) on Apple Devices here: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/1001-historys-best-storytellers/id1483649026 NEW Enjoy 1001 Sherlock Holmes Stories and The Best of Arthur Conan Doyle https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/1001-sherlock-holmes-stories-best-sir-arthur-conan/id1534427618 Get all of our shows at one website: https://.1001storiespodcast.com REVIEWS NEEDED . My email works as well for comments: 1001storiespodcast@gmail.com SUPPORT OUR SHOW BY BECOMING A PATRON! https://.patreon.com/1001storiesnetwork. Its time I started asking for support! Thank you. Its a few dollars a month OR a one time. (Any amount is appreciated). YOUR REVIEWS AND SUBSCRIPTIONS AT APPLE/ITUNES AND ALL ANDROID HOSTS ARE NEEDED AND APPRECIATED! LINKS BELOW.. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

Word Test for the following Episodes and Words. 101: Viscous, Apprise, Meticulous,Investiture 102: Trenchant, Syncopation, Supplant, Kinetic 103: Incorporate, Elegy, Belie, Foment 104: Permeate, Insurrection, Ostentation, Rescind 105: Laconic, Interregnum, Dissolution, Posit 106: Unconscionable, Boorish, Aver, Mores 107: Indigence, Bilk, Naive, Acidulous 108: Anomaly, Wizened, Tangential, Jettison 109: Tacit, Proliferate, Chicanery, Winsome 110: Corroborate, Specious, Pathological, Fallow VictorPrep's vocab podcast is for improving for English vocabulary skills while helping you prepare for your standardized tests! This podcast isn't only intended for those studying for the GRE or SAT, but also for people who enjoy learning, and especially those who want to improve their English skills. I run the podcast for fun and because I want to help people out there studying for tests or simply learning English. The podcast covers a variety of words and sometimes additionally covers word roots. Using a podcast to prep for the verbal test lets you study while on the go, or even while working out!  If you have comments or questions and suggestions, please send me an email at sam.fold@gmail.com

Brian and Brendan try the trendy drink that's SWEEPING the nation... BILK!!! Find out from these two if Bilk is the right drink for YOU! and if you like that, you'll probably LOVE Boffee! Milk and Beer is the concoction that beer lovers demanded, and milk lovers delivered.

We're going WAY back to the beginning - the VERY beginning - for this episode of Same Difference, as we listen to the very first commercially available Jazz recording, Livery Stable Blues! Join AJ and Johnny as they discuss versions of this pioneering Jazz standard by The Original Dixieland Jass Band, W.C. Handy's Memphis Blues Band, Acker Bilk, Kenny Ball, The Side Street Strutters, and new-to-us artist The Hot House Hooters.

Jake sits in with an hour of top tunes from Low Lying Sun, Dilettante, Tongg, KYANOS, Jack In Water, Beckie Margaret, Esme Emerson, Lynks, Anorak Patch, BILK, My First Time, Jack Goldstein, Luthernist and BLAB.

Imagine, it's the 70s, and you're 20+ years old, and you have a huge passion for comics, and especially Batman. What in the right mind would you march up to DC's office, and say, I want to buy Batman's movie and tv right.That is exactly what Michael Uslan, American producer of the Batman films and was the first instructor to teach an accredited course on comic book folklore at any university, did! His passion and wanting to bring Batman back to its root (after the downfall of Adam West's Batman in the '60s), led him to his decision!Michael talks about his passion, his method of having plans B, C, D, and more, and also his determination, and persistence that led him to become the successful Executive Producer that he is today.We also talked about his book, Batman's Batman: A Memoir from Hollywood, Land of Bilk, and Money, (which Mark Hamil also gave a testimonial),  his journey of bringing Batman to the big screen, and the stories behind it!Also, here are the 10 things that I learned from Michael that I posted in Notepd.com: https://notepd.com/idea/what-i-learned-from-batmans-batman-525Visit Notepd.com to read more idea lists, or sign up and create your own idea list!My new book Skip The Line is out! Make sure you get a copy wherever you get your new book!Join You Should Run For President 2.0 Facebook Group, and we discuss why should run for president.I write about all my podcasts! Check out the full post and learn what I learned at jamesaltucher.com/podcast.Thanks so much for listening! If you like this episode, please subscribe to “The James Altucher Show” and rate and review wherever you get your podcasts:Apple PodcastsStitcheriHeart RadioSpotify

Imagine, it's the 70s, and you're 20+ years old, and you have a huge passion for comics, and especially Batman. What in the right mind would you march up to DC's office, and say, I want to buy Batman's movie and tv right.That is exactly what Michael Uslan, American producer of the Batman films and was the first instructor to teach an accredited course on comic book folklore at any university, did! His passion and wanting to bring Batman back to its root (after the downfall of Adam West's Batman in the '60s), led him to his decision!Michael talks about his passion, his method of having plans B, C, D, and more, and also his determination, and persistence that led him to become the successful Executive Producer that he is today.We also talked about his book, Batman's Batman: A Memoir from Hollywood, Land of Bilk, and Money, (which Mark Hamil also gave a testimonial),  his journey of bringing Batman to the big screen, and the stories behind it!Also, here are the 10 things that I learned from Michael that I posted in Notepd.com: https://notepd.com/idea/what-i-learned-from-batmans-batman-525Visit Notepd.com to read more idea lists, or sign up and create your own idea list!My new book Skip The Line is out! Make sure you get a copy wherever you get your new book!Join You Should Run For President 2.0 Facebook Group, and we discuss why should run for president.I write about all my podcasts! Check out the full post and learn what I learned at jamesaltucher.com/podcast.Thanks so much for listening! If you like this episode, please subscribe to "The James Altucher Show" and rate and review wherever you get your podcasts:Apple PodcastsStitcheriHeart RadioSpotify ------------What do YOU think of the show? Head to JamesAltucherShow.com/listeners and fill out a short survey that will help us better tailor the podcast to our audience!Are you interested in getting direct answers from James about your question on a podcast? Go to JamesAltucherShow.com/AskAltucher and send in your questions to be answered on the air!------------Visit Notepd.com to read our idea lists & sign up to create your own!My new book, Skip the Line, is out! Make sure you get a copy wherever books are sold!Join the You Should Run for President 2.0 Facebook Group, where we discuss why you should run for President.I write about all my podcasts! Check out the full post and learn what I learned at jamesaltuchershow.com------------Thank you so much for listening! If you like this episode, please rate, review, and subscribe to "The James Altucher Show" wherever you get your podcasts: Apple PodcastsiHeart RadioSpotifyFollow me on social media:YouTubeTwitterFacebookLinkedIn

On this episode of X-Ray Vision, Jason Concepcion and Rosie Knight visit Crime Alley! First in Previously On (2:05), Jason and Rosie discuss release date changes to Warner Bros' schedule as well as the new teaser for Disney's Obi-Wan Kenobi series. In the Airlock (7:19) Jason and Rosie rank and reason out their top five Batman adaptations. Then in the Hive Mind (28:08), Jason and Rosie welcome Hollywood legend, Batman super-fan, and theatrical Batman executive producer and originator Michael Uslan to detail his time at DC, Batman's cinematic origins, give some Hollywood advice, and tell stories of his extraordinary life with comics. And in the Endgame (1:21:51), Jason and Rosie rank the top three times we've seen Thomas and Martha Wayne murdered in various Batman adaptations. Tune in every Friday and don't forget to Hulk Smash the Follow button! Nerd Out Submission Instructions! Send a short pitch and 2-3 minute voice memo recording to xray@crooked.com that answers the following questions: 1) How did you get into/discover your ‘Nerd Out?' (2) Why should we get into it too? (3) What's coming soon in this world that we can look forward to or where can we find it? Follow Jason: twitter.com/netw3rk Follow Crooked: twitter.com/crookedmedia PLUGS: Rosie's IG, website, author archive, Letterboxd, + Cougar & Cub comic. The Listener's Guide for all things X-Ray Vision! Batman's Batman: A Memoir from Hollywood, Land of Bilk and Money – Michael Uslan's second memoir. Available wherever books are sold, including here. The Boy Who Loved Batman – Michael Uslan's first memoir. Available where books are sold, including here. For a transcript of this episode visit crooked.com/xrayvision Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices