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E dopo la sconcertante testimonianza sul rogo di Crans Montana di cui potete trovare altri dettagli nel servizio di Valentina Errante, il commento di Mario Ajello è sui tanti basta del presidente Mattarella nel dibattito sulla giustizia a un mese dal referendum, per la cronaca andiamo a Napoli con l'inviata Laura Pace e la speranza di un trapianto di cuore per il piccolo Domenico che s'infrange contro la verità della medicina, Con l'inviata Valeria Di Corrado ci spostiamo a Roma per scoprire un'archiviazione delle accuse contro Francesco Totti e l'ex moglie Ilary Blasi, alle olimpiadi invernali è un'altra giornata di medaglie e di primati come ci racconta Massimo Boccucci, quindi la musica con Fabio Nucci e le ultime decisioni per il programma di Umbria Jazz, e chiudiamo con le anticipazioni di Lorena Loiacono sui contenuti dell'inserto gratuito MoltoFuturo oggi con il Messaggero

E dopo la sconcertante testimonianza sul rogo di Crans Montana di cui potete trovare altri dettagli nel servizio di Valentina Errante, il commento di Mario Ajello è sui tanti basta del presidente Mattarella nel dibattito sulla giustizia a un mese dal referendum, per la cronaca andiamo a Napoli con l'inviata Laura Pace e la speranza di un trapianto di cuore per il piccolo Domenico che s'infrange contro la verità della medicina, Con l'inviata Valeria Di Corrado ci spostiamo a Roma per scoprire un'archiviazione delle accuse contro Francesco Totti e l'ex moglie Ilary Blasi, alle olimpiadi invernali è un'altra giornata di medaglie e di primati come ci racconta Massimo Boccucci, quindi la musica con Fabio Nucci e le ultime decisioni per il programma di Umbria Jazz, e chiudiamo con le anticipazioni di Lorena Loiacono sui contenuti dell'inserto gratuito MoltoFuturo oggi con il Messaggero

E dopo l'economia con il vento favorevole di cui troverete altri dettagli nel servizio di Francesco Pacifico, arriva una buona notizia per il bambino dal cuore bruciato che lotta per la vita all'ospedale Monaldi di cui si sono occupati i colleghi Laura Pace, Giuseppe Grimaldi e Leandro Del Gaudio quindi andiamo negli Stati Uniti con Anna Guaita e la scomparsa di una grande figura della politica americana, con Fernando Magliaro torniamo invece a Roma dove per lo stadio Flaminio arriva una svolta importante, chiudiamo con lo sport e le olimpiadi Milano Cortina e con un'altra strepitosa giornata raccontata da Massimo Boccucci.

E dopo l'economia con il vento favorevole di cui troverete altri dettagli nel servizio di Francesco Pacifico, arriva una buona notizia per il bambino dal cuore bruciato che lotta per la vita all'ospedale Monaldi di cui si sono occupati i colleghi Laura Pace, Giuseppe Grimaldi e Leandro Del Gaudio quindi andiamo negli Stati Uniti con Anna Guaita e la scomparsa di una grande figura della politica americana, con Fernando Magliaro torniamo invece a Roma dove per lo stadio Flaminio arriva una svolta importante, chiudiamo con lo sport e le olimpiadi Milano Cortina e con un'altra strepitosa giornata raccontata da Massimo Boccucci.

Per il piccolo Domenico c'è una speranza. Per il bimbo di due anni ricoverato all'ospedale Monaldi di Napoli in gravi condizioni dopo che gli è stato trapiantato un cuore danneggiato c'è ora un cuore disponibile.

Today we're joined by broadcaster, DJ and mum of two, Ashley James for an empowering conversation about being a mum, and a woman in today's society.Ashley opens up about some hair-raising stories from her past, how she navigates difficult situations for her children, and what inspired her to write her new book Bimbo, which is available to buy now!Find a new episode every Tuesday & Friday and in the meantime check out Made By Mammas on Instagram: @madebymammas.Made By Mammas® is an Audio Always production.Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

E dopo l'offerta di collaborazione di un criminale informatico di cui troverete altri dettagli nel servizio dell'inviata Valeria Di Corrado, con Valentina Pigliautile facciamo il punto politico sul referendum, quindi passiamo alla cronaca, prima con l'inviata Laura Pace e la storia del bimbo dal cuore bruciato che ora ha una nuova speranza, quindi con l'inviata Michela Allegri e la strategia investigativa per fermare altri attentati ai treni e chiudiamo con le olimpiadi invernali e un'altra bellissima medaglia nella giornata raccontata da Massimo Boccucci.

Treno deragliato in Svizzera a causa di una valanga - l'ultima di ben tre nel weekend. Con noi Michele Freppaz, professore di Pedologia e Nivologia all'Università di Torino.Bimbo con il cuore bruciato: oggi il vertice al Monaldi. Sentiamo Francesco Petruzzi, avvocato della famiglia del piccolo, al microfono di Laura Viggiano.

E dopo la morte per avvelenamento di Navalny di cui troverete maggiori dettagli nel servizio di Lorenzo Vita, vi invitiamo a leggere l'editoriale della domenica del direttore del Messaggero Roberto Napoletano, dedicato al difficile momento degli equilibri geopolitici mondiali, quindi partiamo dalla storia che ha commosso l'Italia quella del bimbo che ha bisogno di un cuore nuovo per sopravvivere di cui ci parlerà l'inviata Laura Pace, quindi con l'inviata Michela Allegri ci occupiamo di un caso di cronaca molto preoccupante gli attentati alle linee ferroviarie, per Lo Specchio del Messaggero, l'intervista della domenica, Andrea Scarpa ci racconterà alcuni dettagli sulla chiacchierata con una protagonista della musica italiana e chiudiamo con le olimpiadi invernali e la giornata oggi molto particolare raccontata da Massimo Boccucci.

Un bambino di due anni e mezzo è attaccato ad un macchinario cardiorespiratorio dopo che gli è stato trapiantato un cuore giunto a Napoli da Bolzano purtroppo compromesso. Un dramma sul quale sta indagando la Procura del capoluogo campano e che coinvolge tanto la famiglia del piccolo quanto quella del donatore. Ne parliamo in apertura di programma. A seguire commentiamo la sentenza di condanna allo svizzero Stephan Schmidheiny, magnate dell'Eternit, annullata dalla Cassazione perché viziata dalla mancata traduzione in tedesco del dispositivo.

Mara Gergolet presenta la Conferenza sulla Sicurezza che si apre oggi in Baviera e che riunisce leader politici e industriali provenienti da tutto il globo. Dario Sautto riepiloga il caso del bambino di due anni di Napoli al quale ? stato trapiantato un organo lesionatosi durante il trasporto da Bolzano. Marco Bonarrigo racconta la storica vittoria della sciatrice azzurra nel SuperG olimpico di Cortina, 10 mesi dopo il suo terribile infortunioSei indagati a Napoli per il trapianto di cuore bruciato sul bambino di due anni all'ospedale MonaldiTrapianto sbagliato a Napoli, la mamma del bimbo col cuore bruciato: Ne serve uno nuovo entro 48 oreIl rientro di Brignone dopo un anno dall'infortunio: la caduta, l'intervento, le placche nella gamba, la riabilitazione

Murder Bimbo is a new book about a sex worker-turned assassin … and it's the debut novel by Rebecca Novack, a former priest-in-training. The story follows a sex worker nicknamed Murder Bimbo who is hired by the government to kill a right-wing politician. She does the deed, makes her escape, and tells her story in emails to a social justice podcaster. But things aren't quite what they seem. So is she a scapegoat … or is she a liar? This week, Rebecca dives into the wild premise of the book, how she almost became a priest and the challenges of writing a political novel in fraught times. Liked this conversation? Keep listening:Why Mona Awad gave the Bunnies a sayTaylor Jenkins Reid is among the stars — on and off the page

Aterradoras historias reales contadas por trabajadores de BIMBO que vivieron experiencias inexplicables dentro de plantas, rutas nocturnas y turnos donde algo no humano parecía observarlos.Relatos enviados por personas comunes, empleados que jamás imaginaron enfrentarse a presencias oscuras, ruidos imposibles, sombras que no deberían estar ahí y sucesos que marcaron sus vidas para siempre.Si alguna vez trabajaste de noche, si recorriste fábricas vacías o si sentiste que no estabas solo cuando el lugar debía estar desierto… este episodio es para ti.

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Andrea y Pamela Berrondo son dos hermanas emprendedoras, que han logrado construir una de las plataformas de bienestar más influyentes del mundo hispanohablante: Mesa Sana. Andrea estudió Ingeniería Industrial en la Universidad Iberoamericana y comenzó su carrera profesional en empresas como GE Capital, Merrill Lynch y CMR. Con el tiempo, decidió dar un giro importante en su trayectoria para dedicarse a la cocina. Andrea se formó como chef profesional en el International Culinary Center en Nueva York, donde desarrolló una visión culinaria que combina técnica, creatividad y disciplina.Por su parte, Pamela estudió Finanzas en la Universidad Iberoamericana y construyó una carrera en el mundo corporativo, trabajando en empresas como Bimbo, en áreas de Asset Management, y posteriormente en Likeable Media México, hoy conocida como Bahía. Pamela comenzó a cuestionarse su bienestar, su salud y el impacto que quería tener. Esto la llevó a estudiar Nutrición Holística en Bauman College, en San Francisco, especializándose en nutrición funcional y salud metabólica.De la unión de estos dos mundos —la cocina y la nutrición, la creatividad y la estructura, el sabor y la ciencia— nace en 2020 Mesa Sana, una plataforma integral que reúne el mejor contenido de cocina y wellness en un solo lugar.Hoy, Mesa Sana cuenta con una comunidad digital de más de 1.2 millones de seguidores, donde comparten recetas fáciles, sanas y deliciosas; los recetarios Mesas para Compartir Vol. 1 y Vol. 2,; una membresía con contenido exclusivo, clases y menús; el programa Reset Metabólico; la línea de suplementos Reset Wellness; así como productos propios como aceite de oliva, café y múltiples colaboraciones. Ambas son mamas, esposas y Sin duda, nos demuestran que detrás de todo emprendimiento exitoso hay una receta clara: visión, disciplina, generosidad y ejecución consistente.

You're a bimbo. A nag. Too mumsy. Too bossy. Ever had any of those labels put on you? Far from harmless words, Ashley James is clear they all work to shrink women and girls.In this chat with Fearne, Ashley recalls her first experiences of street harassment, and the way she victim blamed herself.They also explore the shame that keeps women silent about their altered bodies after giving birth; Ashley talks about her own post-partum body, including the reality of piles, prolapse, and vaginismus.Wondering if marriage is right for you? Ashley runs through her pros and cons. Plus, are we still allowed to watch and enjoy wildly problematic films like Grease...?Ashley's book, Bimbo, is out on February 12th.If you liked this episode of Happy Place, you might also like: Gabor Maté Louise Thompson Jane Goodall Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Money doesn't just test finances; it tests values, communication, trust, and alignment. In this message, Pastor Bimbo Davids reveals how money can either strengthen or strain relationships and marriages—and how wisdom, honor, and purpose keep love intact.

Money doesn't just test finances; it tests values, communication, trust, and alignment. In this message, Pastor Bimbo Davids reveals how money can either strengthen or strain relationships and marriages—and how wisdom, honor, and purpose keep love intact.

"Non è vero che il bambino ha paura del papà e i maltrattamenti denunciati sono stati archiviati". Intervengono i legali del padre sulla vicenda del bambino allontanato dalla madre durante il giorno per decisione del Tribunale in quello che sembrava un provvedimento motivato da un caso di alienazione parentale.

Sta suscitando polemica la scelta di un giudice vicentino, che ha messo durante il giorno il figlio di due separati in comunità perchè la mamma sarebbe responsabile di alienazione parentale del padre. Ma le associazioni che che si occupano di tutela di donne da mariti violenti non ci stanno: "Quanto un bambino non vuole star col padre è perchè ha paura"

Après plusieurs refus, les représentants de Shein et du BHV ont finalement été auditionnés par la Commission des affaires économiques du Sénat, mercredi 21 janvier. Que retenir des échanges avec les élus ? Des réponses ont-elles été apportées ? Écoutez le président de la Fédération Française du prêt-à-porter féminin, Yann Rivoallan, qui a suivi cette audition.Hébergé par Audiomeans. Visitez audiomeans.fr/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

Spoiler Alert! This episode shares details about the movie, "Where Love Lives"! Check out Bimbo Ademoye's YouTube channel:    • WHERE LOVE LIVES. STARRING UZOR ARUKWE,BIM...  #movies #moviereview #movietherapy #bimboademoye #nigerianmovie #nollywoodmovies #nollywood #nollywoodnewmovie #nollywoodfilm

Spoiler Alert! This episode shares details about the movie, "Where Love Lives"! Check out Bimbo Ademoye's YouTube channel:    • WHERE LOVE LIVES. STARRING UZOR ARUKWE,BIM...  #movies #moviereview #movietherapy #bimboademoye #nigerianmovie #nollywoodmovies #nollywood #nollywoodnewmovie #nollywoodfilm

Lucio ed Elena (Edoardo Pesce e Valentina Lodovini) sono una coppia affettuosa, convinta di essere aperta mentalmente e votata all'inclusione. Ma, davanti alla volontà del figlio Blu di vestirsi come una bambina, quelli che credevano essere i loro punti fermi vacillano: davanti alla spontaneità del bimbo, gli adulti entrano in crisi. Saranno in grado di accettare e assecondare il piccolo, pur tentando in tutti i modi di proteggerlo dai pregiudizi della società? Un film di Michela Andreozzi.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

El futuro de las empresas mexicanas en Venezuela es incierto tras la caída de Maduro, Trump arremete, otra vez, contra el T-MEC; dice que lo ve irrelevante y las Afore vivieron un 2025 histórico y los trabajadores son los ganadores, con Puri Lucena e Ivet Rodríguez.00:00 Introducción0:56 Gruma, Bimbo y Coca-Cola FEMSA: el futuro de las empresas mexicanas en Venezuela tras la era de Maduro03:55 Trump ve irrelevante el T-MEC y presiona por autos hechos en Estados Unidos07:52 Tomas ilegales de gasolinas vuelven a aumentar pese a combate contra el huachicol11:53 Morena, PAN, PRI aceitan ejércitos políticos para las elecciones de 2027 y 203016:54 Las Afores vivieron un 2025 histórico y ganaron los trabajadores

Hey folks, here's the story 'bout Betty the Booper, she was a real sweet boop-a-doop-a-dooper. From being an unnamed poodle singer in a supper club to starring in the Fleischer's first color cartoon, animation's fabulous flapper dazzled audiences with her charm and the adorable voices of Mae Questel, Margie Hines and others. As her earliest version entered the public domain a short while ago, we take a look at a quartet of her short subjects.

Découvrez la face cachée du couple mythique de Tommy Lee et de Pamela Anderson. En 1995, Pamela Anderson, 27 ans et Tommy Lee, 32 ans, passent leur lune de miel au Mexique. Nuit et jour, le jeune couple fou amoureux se filme avec un caméscope pour immortaliser sa passion dévorante. Sauf que cette cassette est volée 1 an plus tard et vendue aux médias. C'est le tout premier scandale de sextape de l'Histoire. Un scandale qui va considérablement fragiliser le couple, même si leur histoire comporte de nombreux red flags dès le départ. De bimbo à icône A l'intérieur de sa nouvelle maison, Pamela s'assoit sur le vaste sofa qui donne sur une belle terrasse ensoleillée et profite de la vue dégagée sur la piscine à débordement, pendant que Dylan tète et que Brandon court dans sa nouvelle chambre. Pour la première fois depuis des mois, un sentiment de plénitude la traverse. Un podcast Bababam Originals Ecriture : Claire Loup Voix : François Marion, Lucrèce Sassella Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

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Send us a textHow does nightlife shape who we become?In this episode of The Superficial Spirit, Peter Breeze sits down with nightlife creator Parker McMullin to explore how club culture impacts identity, creativity, and community through a distinctly Canadian lens. Drawing from scenes in Vancouver, Montreal, and Toronto, they trace the evolution of queer nightlife—from underground parties like DUI and Club La Lohan to the pop-driven phenomenon BIMBO.A thoughtful conversation about why nightlife matters, how cities shape culture differently, and how the dance floor becomes a place of growth, belonging, and reinvention.Support the show

Bianca van der Schoot is theatermaker, performer en actrice. Ze studeerde in 1999 af aan de Mime Opleiding in Amsterdam en vormt sinds 2000 samen met Suzan Boogaerdt het kunstenaarsduo Boogaerdt/VanderSchoot. Hun werk bevindt zich op het snijvlak van performancekunst, theater en beeldende kunst, en onderzoekt thema's als de invloed van beeldcultuur en technologie op de mens. Ze maakten onder andere furore met ‘BIMBO', over de pornoficatie van de vrouw. Nu komt het duo met ‘PISS POOL'. In deze prikkelende theaterbelevenis, die zich afspeelt in een wellness centre, onderzoeken zij het fenomeen ageism, waarbij jeugd het ideaal is en ouderdom als iets negatiefs wordt gezien. Teddy Tops gaat met Bianca van der Schoot in gesprek.

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Hoy en El Brieff, en vísperas de Navidad, Bimbo demanda al gobierno de EE.UU. para declarar inconstitucionales los aranceles de Trump. El gobierno mexicano renuncia al impuesto del 8% a videojuegos violentos por ser "difícil de fiscalizar". En economía, las exportaciones mexicanas crecen 7.37%, su mejor cifra en tres años. En el mundo, la economía de EE.UU. sorprende con un crecimiento del 4.3%, YouTube permite crear juegos con IA sin código, y NVIDIA enseña a las máquinas a jugar viendo videos. Además, nuevos documentos de Epstein y el cobre en máximos históricos. Esto es La Conversación del Mundo.Recibe gratis nuestro newsletter con las noticias más importantes del día.Si te interesa una mención en El Brieff, escríbenos a arturo@strtgy.ai Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

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En una de las plantas más grandes de Bimbo, donde las máquinas nunca descansan y el olor a pan recién horneado oculta secretos más antiguos que la fábrica misma, comenzaron a circular historias que ningún supervisor quiso documentar. Relatos murmurados entre turnos, compartidos a media luz en los vestidores y confirmados solo por quienes tuvieron la mala suerte de vivirlos.Tres experiencias distintas, ocurridas en áreas separadas de la planta, pero unidas por un mismo patrón: presencias que no pertenecen ahí. Sombras que cruzan los pasillos altos, figuras que revisan el producto final sin ser parte del personal, y lamentos que se mezclan con el sonido constante de las bandas transportadoras.Estas no son leyendas urbanas.Son testimonios de trabajadores reales.Tres relatos que revelan lo que se esconde detrás del acero, la harina y el vapor nocturno.Bienvenido a las historias que la planta Bimbo preferiría olvidar.DescripciónHistorias de terror, relatos de terror, cuentos de terror, terror, horror,ficción, historias de ficción, historias de horror, historias paranormales,relatos de horror, relatos de ficción, relatos paranormales, historias defantasmas, historias de brujas, historias de veladores, historias de guardiasde seguridad, historias de militares, historias de sicarios, historias decampo, historias de taxistas, historias de repartidores, historias detraileros, historias de embalsamadores, historias de sepultureros de brujas,historias de exorcismos, historias de casas embrujadas, historias de brujería,historias de demonios, historias de Halloween, historias de día de muertos,historias de muertos, historias de navidad, historias de año nuevo, historiasde semana santa, historias de la virgen de terror, historias de fallas en larealidad, historias de carreteras, historias de funerarias, historias depanteones, historias de amarres, historias de envidias, historias de magianegra, historias de nahuales, historias del diablo, historias de la llorona,historias de la siguanaba, historias del charro negro, historias del jinete sincabeza, historias del cadejo, historias de duendes, historias de aluxes,historias de chanques, historias de hadas, historias de zombies, historias delfin del mundo, historias de la lamia, historias de vampiros, historias deextraterrestres, historias paranormales, historias de catástrofes, historiasrelajantes, historias para dormir, historias para calmarme, historias deguardias, historias de choferes, historias sobrenaturales, historiasincreíbles, Casas Malditas, casas embrujadas, casas paranormales, casasinfestadas, casas demoníacas, casas aterradoras, casas de Halloween, casasmacabras, casas espantosas, casas de los sustos, casas donde espantan, casasextra anormales, casas ocultas, casas en ruinas, casas abandonadas, casasmisteriosas, casas demoníacas, casas y fantasmas.

En Centrafrique, les électeurs devront participer le 28 décembre à un quadruple scrutin historique : législatives, régionales, municipales et présidentielle, au cours de laquelle Faustin-Archange Touadéra briguera un troisième mandat, après avoir changé de constitution en 2023. Dans son bilan, le chef de l'État met en avant les progrès en matière de sécurité et de réconciliation. Il affirme que la Centrafrique est aujourd'hui en sortie de crise et qu'on peut traverser le pays sans risque. Mais les Centrafricains n'en sont pas tous persuadés De notre envoyé spécial à Bangui, Il y a cinq ans, les Banguissois avaient voté dans la crainte d'un assaut rebelle. Cette année, l'échéance approche dans une ambiance beaucoup plus apaisée, d'autant que le Conseil constitutionnel a validé les candidatures de plusieurs opposants. À Bimbo, grande commune à la sortie sud-ouest de Bangui, les associations de soutien au président sont mobilisées. Parmi les présents, on loue la figure d'un président sortant pacificateur. « Dès que le président Touadéra est venu, nous avons eu la paix. Vous savez, la Centrafrique revient de loin. On avait la guerre, il y avait la division, il y avait l'insécurité partout, on ne pouvait pas traverser nos provinces. Mais aujourd'hui, on sent qu'il y a la sécurité, il y a la paix. Aujourd'hui, il a fait asseoir le pays. Tout le monde vit dans la joie. » Ces derniers mois, le gouvernement a signé de nouveaux accords avec des groupes armés, un processus de désarmement a été relancé. Pour autant, braqueurs et coupeurs de route entretiennent une insécurité diffuse en province. Les agissements de porteurs d'uniforme et de mercenaires russes sont aussi régulièrement pointés du doigt, ce qui continue d'inquiéter : « Dans la capitale, on se sent en sécurité. Mais ailleurs, dans l'arrière-pays, il y a des tueries, des meurtres. Il faut donc revoir tout ça », déplore un jeune homme rencontré dans une ruelle du quartier Lakouanga. À écouter aussiCentrafrique: un «retour au dialogue» entre le gouvernement et la milice AAKG est «urgent» « On leur doit la vérité » Dix ans après la fin de la transition, cinq ans après avoir repoussé la CPC, les causes profondes des conflits internes ont-elles été traitées ? « Les Centrafricains sont, je pense, aptes à pardonner, analyse le juriste Arnaud Yaliki, spécialiste de justice transitionnelle et commissaire de la Commission vérité, justice, réparation et réconciliation (CVJRR). Mais avant de pardonner, ils estiment qu'on leur doit la vérité sur ce qui s'est passé, ils veulent que justice soit faite, ils veulent la réparation des réformes institutionnelles qui permettent de corriger les inégalités et les injustices qui sont à la base de la récurrence des crises que nous connaissons. Des efforts ont été faits, mais il y a des défis à relever, souligne le juriste. Si on veut la paix dans ce pays, il faut que tous les Centrafricains, quelle que soit leur ethnie, qu'ils appartiennent ou non à un parti politique, aient les mêmes chances que les autres. Je pense que c'est le levier du développement de la République centrafricaine. » Avec le redéploiement de l'État et la nouvelle carte judiciaire, Arnaud Yaliki appelle à s'attaquer à l'impunité et à la pauvreté. Il demande aux magistrats qui s'installent en province de prendre leurs responsabilités et de juger les coupables de violations des droits humains. À lire aussiCentrafrique: l'opposant Henri-Marie Dondra envisage de «reconcilier le pays et lutter contre la pauvreté»

G'day fragolinis. This week the gals are choking down a spoon full of dumb bitch medicine for an episode all about bimbo perfumers! With Maddie reporting live from the UK, the ladies might be podding across the pond, but they're still putting their last remaining brains cells together to sniff through their favorite scent: eau de airhead. That means waffle crisp frags, chlorine cup cakes, cannabis accords, and of course: the scent of shame. Whether you're a foreskin fan, a Mrs. Butterworths enjoyer, or simply in need of gourmand relief, bottoms up: this deliriously ditzy episode is a liquid lobotomy with no chaser.Fragrances Discussed:Michael Jordan LegendCoffee Addict by Theodoris Kalotinas Akro SmokeDannam Vietnamese Coffee Pony Boy by Jorum StudioDelulu by Oddity Naked Dance by Oddity Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Capítulo 2429 del 21 nov 2025 Tras varios años de lucha, la marca dónut en España, es propiedad de Bimbo, y ninguna otra compañía puede usarla comercialmente. Si quieres apoyar este podcast, invítame a un café me ayudaras a mantenerme despierto y a los gastos de este podcast. Únete al grupo de telegram del podcast en t.me/daytodaypod. Usa el enlace de afiliado de Amazon para ayudar a mantener el podcast. Soy miembro de la Asociación Podcast. Si te registras y usas el código SP7F21 tendrás 5€ de descuento el primer año. https://www.asociacionpodcast.es/registrarse/socio/?coupon=SP7F21 Date de alta en Curve con este código y conseguiremos 5£: DO6QR47E Ya sabéis que podéis escribirme a @spascual, spascual@spascual.es el resto de métodos de contacto en https://spascual.es/contacto.

Rita Hayworth, Robin Williams, Adele — these are just a few of the huge stars that have graced the stage of Bimbo's 365 Club over its 94 years in San Francisco. But the act the club is most famous for is Dolphina — or the “Girl in the Fishbowl.”  Dolphina isn't a person, though; she's a character who's been played by many different women since 1931. When Dolphina performs, it looks like there is a real, live woman, shrunk down to 6 inches, swimming in a fish tank at the bar. How did this quirky act come to be? Additional Resources: The Girl in the Fishbowl: The Secret Behind San Francisco's Quirkiest Nightclub Act Read the transcript for this episode Sign up for our newsletter Enter our Sierra Nevada Brewing Company monthly trivia contest Got a question you want answered? Ask! Your support makes KQED podcasts possible. You can show your love by going to https://kqed.org/donate/podcasts This story was reported by Bianca Taylor. Bay Curious is made by Katrina Schwartz, Olivia Allen-Price, Gabriela Glueck and Christopher Beale. Additional support from Jen Chien, Katie Sprenger, Maha Sanad, Ethan Toven-Lindsey and everyone on Team KQED.

Muy buenos días, la tasa de interés en México vuelve a bajar, qué significa, qué revelan los votos de los miembros de Banxico y el comunicado y cómo está el panorama de tasas en América Latina. Siguiendo con asuntos de la Corte en Estados Unidos, las personas transgénero tienen varios frentes abiertos, un experto en Chips y Takis se convierte en nuevo CEO de Bimbo, Fibra Next busca obtener más dinero y el Dr. Simi rockea con el baterista de Blink-182. [Patrocinado] Conoce las oportunidades que ofrece Deel aquí.

Esta es una conversación en el marco del Go Fest, realizado en la ciudad de Bogotá, entre líderes empresariales y del entretenimiento. Luz Ángela Castro y Rafael López como representantes de Ocesa y Bimbo nos habaln sobre liderazgo, innovación y aprendizaje. Donde destacan la importancia de escuchar al consumidor, equivocarse para aprender, y liderar con empatía y adaptación en contextos de cambio. Se resalta el valor de la resiliencia, la educación, la comunicación auténtica y el trabajo en equipo como claves para el crecimiento empresarial y personal. El mensaje central invita a los emprendedores a arriesgarse, buscar mentores y convertir las crisis en oportunidades, recordando que nunca es tarde para empezar y que el verdadero éxito surge al aprender y evolucionar constantemente.

Christian College Sex Comedy: Part 14 Wagers In 30 parts, By FinalStand. Listen to the podcast at Explicit Novels.             An army is one man's courage and a thousand men's discipline    "Oh! Pay up, pay up," Opal called out. "Damn," bitched Rio. "I keep hoping my boy Zane will develop some standards, but oh, well." "They were betting on you bringing me back for sex?" Paige whispered, but her desire was glowing bright. I shook my head and chuckled. "Don't worry about it; I still see you as a whirling vortex of passionate lust," I assured her. We passed around the Chinese screens that separated my area from the rest of the floor and I was relieved to see everyone but Barbie Lynn had left, and Barbie had curled up on the near side of the bed and was still asleep. As we moved around the bed, Paige's resolve began to falter. "Sit down, let's talk," I said softly. Paige was clearly confused. "The most powerful tool in sex is the brain," I continued. "I want to know you a little better first." "I should be great at this," she replied. "How many boys have you kissed?" I asked as we sat down. She looked surprised by the question. "Two," was her curt response. "Zane, I want you to take my virginity." Now it was my turn to be surprised, but I was only put off for a moment. "Tell me about those two times," I persisted. Paige had started tugging her shirt out from her skirt and was clearly not pleased with my request. "Zane, didn't you hear me? I want you to pop my cherry, break me in, fuck my cunt, whatever you want to call it," she told me. "Yes," I nodded, "and I'm looking forward to that, but answer the question please." "I, I've been kissed by two boys, one kiss per boy," she replied, but I could tell there was more to it. "Do I have to play twenty questions with you?" I gave an exasperated sigh. Paige flushed with anger. "Fine, damn it," she growled. "The first boy, I paid to kiss me on the lips. He did so, and he looked at me like he wanted to throw up." That looked like it hurt her to admit. "The second time, it was a joke, a dare. I closed my eyes, he kissed me on the lips, and then I heard the applause. They congratulated him for kissing the freak," she recited with anguish. "They laughed at me while I ran away." She looked furious and miserable at the same time. I tilted her head up toward me. I let my first kiss barely brush her lips. I let her study my reaction, and then I kissed her again. The third kiss pressed our lips together, and on the fourth, our tongues touched. The fifth saw her wrap her arms around me and hold me tight for nearly a minute. She was panting for breath when we came up for air. I used that moment to pick her up and place us both farther into the bed. "Eep!" she exclaimed, then she started to giggle. I straddled her and dove in to nibble her neck. Paige beat at my chest with her fists but couldn't stop laughing. "That tickles!" We fell back into kissing for a while; Paige didn't need to rush into sex despite her declared desires. "Shouldn't we take our clothes off?" I responded to that by sitting up, grabbing her shirt in both hands over the breasts, and ripping it open. Buttons went flying everywhere and Paige's eyes expressed her shock. I reached for her bra but Paige's hands flew to mine. "Wait," she gasped. "It unsnaps from the front." I even let her open the bra for me, exposing her ghostly breasts and pale pink areolas and nipples. I shifted down Paige's body and latched my lips to her left breast, causing her to cry out in pleasure. "Oh, damn," she purred, "this is so much better in real life." I wasn't sure I knew what that meant, or that I even wanted to know. I feasted on each nipple and breast in turn until they were fully engorged and bright, rosy pink from my attention. She'd spread her legs wide open and was humping her hips up against me. I pulled away long enough to get my shirt off before descending on her for kisses once more. In the midst of that, we rolled over where she grabbed me by the side of the head and covered my face with butterfly kisses. "I've always wanted to do that," she beamed pure joy at me. I moved my hands down her ribs, waist, and hips until I was able to pull up her skirt and grab her ass. Paige aggressively humped me in response, smiling at me and breathing heavy. Without any urging, Paige pushed up my body until she dangled her breast against my lips. I greedily sucked one in, teasing her nipple with my teeth. Paige yelped but followed me down without comment, cradling my head into her chest and rocking me back and forth. "Careful, Honey, he's addictive," Barbie Lynn sleepily intervened. "He's going to take my virginity," Paige exulted. "Is he now?" she grinned at me. "She's asked; I'm considering it, but I want to know she's really ready for it first," I mumbled back between mouthfuls of tit. "Wait," she panted, "you promised me." "Paige, Rule #7 for guys: when sex is involved, we lie," I informed her. "Oh, what lie did you tell Barbie Lynn?" Paige inquired. "He forces me to orgasm so he can bask in my post-orgasmic bliss," Barbie Lynn sighed dreamily. "Besides," I said, as I ran my hands through her fine white hair and tucked a few locks behind her ears, "I am not saying we won't do it, but you are an incredibly tough read and we aren't going to do something I don't think you need." "How come you get to decide?" Paige sounded annoyed. "I'm the only guy you've approached who you didn't find on an escort service website; we are in my bed; and, oh, yeah, I've had sex hundreds of times and you are in all ways a virgin," I listed off the reasons. "Paige, you only get to do this 'first time' once, and I would like it to be something you love and want to do again and again." "Well, I know what I want. I am in your bed and you're half-naked already," she emphasized by grinding her pelvis into me. "I'm also on top and I don't think you can get rid of me that easily." "This one is a little firecracker," Barbie Lynn chuckled. "She's that," I commented, "but you should always be leery of someone who thinks they are always right." My words didn't stop me from pressing my cock up against Paige's twat. "We could always have a little butt-sex instead," I teased. "No!" Paige squeaked. "You are huge and my asshole is tiny." "Oh, God," I laughed. "You actually looked at your ass in a mirror." Paige blushed furiously. "Listen, Paige, trust me on this. You can go into town and find some college guy who will jump at the chance to screw you. What you have to wonder is how much he'll care about you and your needs as well as how good he is at sex. Let's get naked." "Finally," Paige mocked. She rolled off and shed her clothes so fast they left angry red tracks down her legs. I took my time but Paige didn't seem to mind. She reached out and ran a hand over my bicep and shoulder. "He's real enough," Barbie Lynn assured her quietly. "How did you know what I was thinking?" Paige mused. At least she only implied Barbie Lynn was stupid. "Paige, sweetie, how many of us FFU girls expect to be able to choose our man, much less one worth having? And don't you be disparaging of Zane, now, either. I can smell your arousal from here," Barbie Lynn said with a sexy curve to her lips. Paige was thinking of her retort when she gasped as I caught her distracted and slipped two fingers along the folds of her cunt. When her razor sharp focus latched onto me once more, I pushed her onto her back and mounted her. Her legs splayed out to either side and the location of her hips against my stomach reminded me of how narrow her hips were, narrower than even Iona's. She still did her best to wrap her legs around me as she placed her hands on my shoulders. "Are you going to make me scream?" she asked nervously. "Every girl is different so don't worry about it," I grinned. "Besides, I can tell you'll be really good at this." "How can you know I'll be any good at sex?" Paige snapped. Yes, that was the sore point I was looking for. "Your eyes sparkle when you touch me, you react instinctively to my touch, you are in good physical shape, and you're very sensitive all over your body," I explained. "What you saw as fooling around was me mapping out how your body works and where your erogenous zones were. No two women are the same and I love exploring. Now I'm getting back to it." I began placing kisses along her sternum, down toward her navel. Her stomach pulsed when I kissed the belly button. "Oh, aha," Paige moaned. I licked and stroked the area around her navel, causing her torso to gyrate from the sexual stimulation. "Umm, that feels nice." Unlike previous encounters with other women where I avoided the cunt while I worked around it, I instead placed one hand immediately to the area, squeezing two fingers into her cunt and wiggling them around. I left the clit alone for now because I was encouraging a slow boil, not a flash burn. I wanted Paige in an erotically charged high before I challenged her vaginal virginity. Paige's skin had this false translucent quality to it that was exciting to watch. You could track the arousal of a touch by the blood rushing to the skin around the excited area. Physically, she could conceal nothing, and she was far from sexually experienced enough to stifle her vocalizations of pleasure. "I just want to be fucked," she moaned," I just want to be fucked, aha, oh." Her words said one thing but her body expressed its desire for more excitement. "No, she groaned as she ground her hips against my lips. When I stabbed my tongue to her clit, she acted like a jolt of electricity arched through her body. Now, when I've performed cunnilingus on a girl, I expect a bit of movement; I'm doing something wrong if she lays there. Paige was all over the place, pulling away then thrusting back as well as rolling her hips rapidly side to side. At the moment her thrashing turned into trembles, I withdrew my lips and fingers, causing Paige to whimper and look down at me. "Huh?" she pleaded. I gave her a mischievous grin, then blew on her clit. Paige hiccupped, then threw her head down on the bed violently. I began sucking on the inside of her thighs for about one minute, letting her settle down, then leapt on her clit with my tongue once more. "Oh, God!" Paige squealed. I moved my tongue off, trading off with two fingers parting her labia and flicking her clit with my thumb. I alternated back and forth over five minutes until I noticed Paige was sobbing and tearing up the sheets with her fists. "Have mercy, Zane," Barbie Lynn whispered. I gave a quick nod before placing my lips around Paige's clit and sucking on it with growing intensity plus twirling the tip of my tongue along its tip. I also made tiny fucking motions with two fingers into her cunt. She didn't last thirty seconds. "Oh, my, God, Zane!" she growled. She wasn't loud but she rumbled her orgasm from deep in her chest. It was kind of surprising, coming from such a lithe, ephemeral being. Paige was sucking down further sounds internally so that they were merely sobs. I crawled up to her side, rested sidewise, propped up by an elbow, and placed a hand on her stomach as I watched over her. When she started gasping for air, her eyes locked with mine once more. Paige feebly pushed on my chest so I let her push me on my back. She struggled to rise over me, then collapsed on my chest. "I, that was, you still didn't fuck me," she wheezed. I sighed in frustration, pulled Paige on top of me, chest to chest, and then began playing slap-happy with her ass. "Ow,ow, ow, ow, ow," she squalled. "Stop that; I bruise easily," she added, with tears in her eyes. "Damn it, woman, is it going to kill you to accept that I know what I'm doing?" I responded angrily. "Since you are clearly clueless, what we just did was foreplay. I wanted to relax your body before we moved to the next step." Paige had enough common sense to look embarrassed but not enough to keep quiet. "Well my ass still hurts," she pouted. "What?" I questioned. "Did you say you wanted me to hurt your ass?" I grabbed each ass cheek and pulled them apart. "No!" she squeaked, "You are too big." She grabbed my hands in her smaller grip and tried to pry them off. We rocked back and forth until we rolled over. She struggled but I soon ended on top of her, Paige on her stomach, and my legs prying hers open. "No, no," she pleaded as she felt my cock resting on her ass cleft. "Relax," I whispered into Paige's ear, "have you ever heard of doggy style?" "You aren't, going to have anal sex with me?" she gulped. I pushed my body up and after a moment, Paige followed, pressing her back against my torso once more. "I'd never do anything to you that you didn't want me to," I assured her, "though I am going to have you begging me to bugger you before this semester is over." "Uh-uh," Paige assured me, "not going to happen," but she did wiggle her ass against me playfully, testing my resolve. I balanced on one hand so I could use the other to pull her hair away from one side to the other. Her neck, ear, and the side of her face were now revealed. I sucked on her shoulder while I repositioned my cock so that it slid down her ass, past her anus and cunt, so that it pressed along her pubic mound from below. Paige began humming pleasurably and gyrating her hips against me. I put my free hand on her breast and massaged it as well. "Promise me you won't keep me waiting this time," she murmured. "Promise you'll take me." "Of course I will, Paige. You have to relax and enjoy yourself and not get worked up about us having sex," I comforted her. She rocked against me and I pushed back. "Nice and slow," I cautioned her. "I'm not going anywhere." With a little effort, she did as I requested. I kept running my hand down from her breast to her stomach, each time going a little farther down. She'd tilted her shoulders and neck so that we could kiss but she also found my lips on her neck to be tantalizing. I was tricky enough that I had my cockhead parting her puffy lips before she realized it. In fact, I had three separate penetrations that elicited moans, then she looked up at me. "Don't be afraid," I told her sympathetically. "Remember the faces of all the girls you've seen me with while we are having sex and know that it is going to be just as good for you." Paige looked down at the mattress and nodded her head. She pushed back but it wasn't easy. Her entrance felt like a vice restricting my entrance. Even totally wet, her vaginal muscles were blocking my progress initially. I patiently kept at it, incrementally advancing with each coaxing touch. When I brushed against her hymen, Paige didn't even recognize the moment had come. I subtly brought my arm down to her stomach and wrapped her up in my arm while teasing her ear with my teeth. "Yip!" Paige exclaimed as I pierced her virginity. "Oh, God, it burns," she sobbed. I gave her a few seconds to adjust before penetrating even deeper. "No," she moaned, and tried to pull away, but I didn't let her. "Zane," she pleaded for me to let her go. "It hurts." I kept at it. "I never thought it would hurt this bad, please." She gave one final gasp as I pressed the final inch into her, then we remained there, locked in sexual congress while she wept and trembled underneath me. I considered it a minor miracle Paige had remained on her hands and knees as we reached this point. Now I had to get her past the stage where pain dominated pleasure. "We'll move when you feel you are ready," I instructed her. Paige nodded, then nothing else for some time. She caught me off guard when she flexed her grasp on my cock. "Umm," she purred. "Did you feel that?" My groan was my reply. Paige pulled away a tiny bit until the pain kicked in and she stopped. Seconds later she repeated the process, withdrawing several inches, then reversing the procedure and allowing me deeper in once more. "It hurts less," she admitted. A moment later as she shifted to a faster rhythm, "it is really quite nice." "You might want to ask Zane how he is doing," Barbie Lynn chided Paige. "But I honestly don't care," Paige noted. "If you want to do this again, you might want to start caring," Barbie informed her. I winked at the blonde sex angel. "Zane, do you like having sex with me?" Paige asked in a much kinder tone than normal. She must have been truly appreciating the lovemaking she was receiving. "It feels like you are trying to rip my cock off," I ground out. "You are damn tight, then you are adding those contractions on top of that. I may not be able to have sex for a week." "Paige, I like you, but if Zane is telling the truth, I going to seriously rearrange your anatomy," Barbie Lynn promised with dangerous intent. "I apologize," Paige pouted. To prove how sorry she wasn't, Paige rotated her hips down then back up several times rapidly. So that's how she wanted to play it. I placed both hands on her shoulders and let her make a few more tentative moves before slamming my member all the way in. "Oh, fuck," she gasped. I slowly drew back my full length, then rocketed back in time and time again. Paige was sweating and panting from earlier exertions but now she was barely hanging on. Slap, slap, slap, my hips mashed against her ass. Paige gave a breathless grunt each time I drilled her, and that was followed by a relieved sigh as I pulled back. By the desperation in her voice, I knew she wouldn't last much longer. "Oh! My! Fucking! God!" she growled loudly. I now knew what it felt like to have put my cock in a fire hose and had some asshat turn the water on. Paige's cunt juice had been plentiful the first time she had an orgasm. This time they were copious and forceful, and my cock was simply in the way; what got past stung the hell out of my ball sack. Normally I have really good control over my sexual climax but I was being sorely tested. Worse, I couldn't simply pop out of Paige because that would cause her pain. The odds of her using birth control were next to nil and none, so it fell to me to find something to center my mind and not ejaculate. "Zane, are you okay?" Barbie Lynn said in a hushed, worried tone. I could only nod. Paige was erratically pushing up and down on my cock, to the point where I grabbed her hips in order to not have a nasty accident when her muscles relaxed and my overstimulation ended. "Don't, move," I panted painfully to Paige. Paige didn't quite comply but I didn't blame her because her arms gave out and she slumped forward. I held up her rear by my hold on her hips. I carefully let her slide off my cock and finish splaying out on the bed. I sat back on my heels, breathing deeply and fighting for control. "Come here, Baby," Barbie Lynn ordered, picking up on my distress. I moved over Paige's leg toward Barbie and she joined me by turning around, meeting me half way. "I've got this," she purred, as she wrapped my cock in one hand and placed her lips over the head. Despite Paige's vaginal fluids and some blood, Barbie loved it. She bobbed up and down twice before my resolve finally crumbled. "Cumming," I gasped. Barbie Lynn shot me a quick grin, then pumped and sucked with renewed vigor. When I started ejaculating, Barbie Lynn made some half-hearted swallowing efforts but I knew she was holding something back. I smiled at her as I ran my hand through her honeyed locks. When I finished unloaded into Barbie Lynn's mouth, I pulled her up, she leaned into my body, and we kissed. I tasted my semen on my tongue as we swapped fluids. Barbie Lynn licked her lips in a highly sensual manner as we broke our kiss. She gave me a little wink, acknowledging how much I'd changed her in our short time together: kinky, sexy, and beautiful. "Whoa," whimpered Paige as she opened her eyes and looked in our direction. "That was intense." She sighed and took a deep breath. "I should have mentioned this earlier, you didn't need to pull out. I had, issues when I was little and my ovaries were removed. I'm never going to have children." I switched back to Paige and kissed her on the forehead. This was probably time for some sympathy, if Paige had been anything approaching a normal girl. "You fucking wait to tell me this now?" I chided her. "Do you have any idea the panic attack you put me through? I was stuck inside you and you were so damn hot I nearly lost it. I was trying to figure out what I was going to tell your father, damn it!" "Father?" she seemed confused for a second, then, "Oh. Why would I ever marry you?" "I'm a billionaire philanthropist genius playboy," I joked. "You are Iron Man?" she mocked me. "Or Batman, your choice," I volleyed back. "If you hadn't made me feel so fantastic right now, I'd recode your computer to operate in Mandarin," she snickered. "Iron Man is one of my heroes and I will not have him mocked by the likes of you." "Clearly, the first round of spanking didn't work, but I'm nothing if not persistent," I glowered. Paige's hands flew to her vulnerable and still rather red backside. "Don't you dare," she threatened. I pivoted, she flinched, then I leaned down and kissed her ass cheek. "What?" she murmured then I kissed her again and again. I slowly pried her hands away and soon had planted little signs of affection all over her tender, sore flesh. "Kiss ass," Paige teased. I had to wonder if she was taking social lessons from Rio. "Tell me something: how did you get to be so quiet? I'm normally pretty good at not letting anyone sneak up on me but you have done it to me twice already," I asked. "That's not a totally stupid question," Paige answered. "I have been basically friendless most of my life, if you don't count the internet. I was small, different, and was picked on. I learned to be quiet and go unnoticed," she explained. "I admit to having a harder time with you than with most people." "Because I lived out in the jungle and became more observant?" I queried. "No," she sighed in exasperation. "Because I've wanted to grab you and drag you back to my room since I first laid eyes on you, Zane. Mentally, you are unremarkable, but physically, you scream out 'Sex, sex, sex!'" That observation made Barbie Lynn laugh out loud. My pained and confused expression only caused them to laugh louder. Someday I'm going to come out on top of one of these exchanges. Then I'm going to run away from school because I want to leave on a high note and I'm not likely to ever win a second time. Girls, Relationships and the Chancellor too. "Zane? God Damn it, Zane!" Raven screeched at me as she barged into my room. What could I say? Barbie Lynn was halfway under the sheets but her tumultuous breasts were clearly exposed. Paige was totally naked, face down on the other side of me but had clearly been fucked thoroughly and her tight pale ass spanked hard. Oh, yeah, and I was kneeling between the two, totally naked as well. I vaulted over Barbie Lynn (who was closer to the entrance and Raven) because I didn't want to hurt her injured knee, snatched up my robe, and put it on. "Very complicated, long story, we can laugh about it later," I dazzled Raven. I took her by the elbow and headed her out of my bedroom. "Why don't we study on the far side of the main Solarium?" The look of betrayal in Raven's eyes destroyed any doubt that she was crushing on me in a big way. For the love of God, I really needed to find some lesbians to hang out with because these straight chicks were driving me crazy. Before we could leave, Iona nearly piled into us. "I'm sorry, Zane. She slipped past me," Iona apologized. "I only wanted to talk with him and, and he was in bed with yet another girl," Raven bitched. "I'm still ready to study with you," I offered. "How can we study if you are always having sex with other women?" she stomped her foot in frustration. Iona shot me a worried look. I put a hand on Raven's shoulder and made eye contact. "Raven, I promise you we will get this project done, you'll get your good grade, and I'll carry my part of the project. I'm here for you," I assured Raven. "You, you aren't giving any thought about us, our project together," was her accusation. "What do you want me to do?" I asked evenly. "I, I think I should go to Ms. Goodswell and request another partner," Raven sighed. I looked to Iona who looked to the living area past the Jacuzzi. "Ms. Goodswell is right over there," Iona indicated our teacher who was sitting with Dana and five other teachers who had come in while I was, busy. "Your place has controlled access," Iona answered my unasked question as to why I had so many other educators in my place. "Bazz's people can 'accidentally' step in." Raven was not deterred by the other teachers hanging around Virginia as she made a beeline across the room. At least she was polite enough to wait while Virginia disengaged from the others so she could talk to us. "Raven, Zane, how can I help you?" Ms. Goodswell inquired, yet I had a sneaking suspicion that she was way ahead of the situation. "Ms. Goodswell," Raven started, "I really need to get a new project partner." "Why is that, Raven?" Virginia asked. "We simply aren't working out," she sounded exasperated. "And, I think the other girls were right; I don't feel safe around him," she tacked on. I lowered my head and sighed. This sucked. "Very well. Zane, do you want a new partner?" Virginia turned to me. "Sure, whatever. If Raven doesn't feel safe, she deserves someone new," I shrugged. "Alright, then, but I want you two to know a few things," Virginia began. "First off: Raven, I don't like being lied to." She held up a hand to forestall Raven's protest. "You were so uncomfortable with Zane's presence that you came up to his dorm uninvited, asked his whereabouts, and went into his bedroom unescorted. At what point in time did you feel unsafe?" "He was in bed with two girls, Barbie Lynn Masters and Paige Zeller," Raven said angrily. "Did you ask Zane what was going on or did you simply assume something and storm out?" Virginia stated. Raven opened her mouth, then shut it. "Now, do you think I assigned you to Zane solely because you answered one question incorrectly?" "You mean why I didn't want Zane as a partner initially?" Raven suggested. "Precisely. Raven, you scored the tenth highest placement score for English. That is why you are in my room, I have the top twenty freshmen in my class. Do you know what Zane's placement rank was?" "I don't know," she finally admitted. "He was second," she informed Raven, and me. I had no idea and really, such things don't interest me. "Raven, I didn't place you with Zane to help out Zane; I put you with Zane to help you." "Oh," Raven said in a small voice. "I didn't know." "What you have committed is reverse discrimination," Virginia explained. "Everyone assumes that since Zane is attractive, that he's not too bright. It is the same way most guys perceive bubbly blondes with big breasts, mentally insignificant." "Finally, your real problem with Zane is not his intelligence, his self-control, or the time he is willing to spend with you; it is his libido," Ms. Goodswell instructed. "You may want to ask yourself why you are upset with what Zane does with other students in his spare time and discuss this with him. He is standing right next to you, after all, and he could be elsewhere if he desired." "Very well," Raven conceded, "I'll work with Zane as long as he agrees to not get distracted while we are together." She looked to me for confirmation. "Agreed, I mean, I will try," I responded. Raven didn't seem totally satisfied but she allowed my promise to stand. "Let's get started." "Good," she said, but then she hesitated while she looked around at the other girls in various groups in the Solarium. "Let's go back to my room," I suggested. Seeing her skeptical look, "I need my tablet and then we can pick out a place and start studying." "Why do I need to come with you?" she glared. "With you, I'll be safe," I informed her. "Sometimes the ladies can forget I am here to get a degree and you help remind them of that with your seriousness." Raven shrugged and followed me back to my room. When we got there, Barbie Lynn was sitting on the edge of the bed, pulling up her socks. She was otherwise dressed. Paige was spread-eagled on the middle of the bed, staring up at the ceiling. "Hey, Zane," Paige smiled. "Are you finished?" "We came back for his tablet, Paige," Raven growled. "We haven't started yet. Stay where you are; we have work to do." Paige's mouth dropped open in shock and outrage (Raven is a freshman, after all). I was happy Raven didn't call Paige a slut because I knew that was actively on her mind. I grabbed my backpack, retrieved another bathrobe from the wardrobe, and walked over to Paige. "Here you go. Take a little time in the Jacuzzi," I suggested. "I have nothing to wear," Paige rolled her eyes at my stupidity. "Go naked; you have a beautiful body that's a pleasure to behold," I told her. Paige studied me, weighing my dare to her. Barbie Lynn shot me a smile and a wink for me pressuring Paige. "Zane, we need to go," Raven insisted. She took hold of my elbow but didn't try to move me. "As you wish," I bowed to Raven. As we turned to leave, Paige called out, "The Princess Bride!" she laughed. Raven looked at me to make some sense of that. "It is a movie I like; it's old," I explained. We trecked out but I deviated from our course long enough to grab Rio, who was publically molesting Mercy. "Take it to an alcove, you two," I said softly. Rio challenged my stance but then we both started chuckling. "I can't promise to keep it quiet, Bro," she winked. "Stuff your panties in her mouth," I suggested. "I'm not wearing any," she grinned. "Put her panties in her mouth, then," I told her. "She's not wearing any either," Rio teased me. "Fine, I give up," I threw up my hands and continued off with Raven. "Was it like this for you, before you came here?" Raven asked me once we sat down in an isolated area. "It was different but similar. After a few weeks everyone knew everyone else, so it wasn't like us kids weren't aware of one another," I explained. "So you've always lived like this?" Raven sounded incredulous. "Raven, how would you describe your relationship with your parents?" I began. "I'm not sure what that has to do with anything but my father died of cancer when I was twelve and I have been raised by my mother ever since," Raven explained. "We are pretty close and we've both worked to raise my brother, who is four years younger than me." "So you had a partnership of sorts," I filled in. Raven nodded. "My parents and I were very close; we did almost everything together, and I was a part of their lives for as long as I can remember. When they died, I went to the far side of the globe to guardians who didn't want me hanging around, yet expected me to act in a very restricted moral way with no training or incentive." "My Uncle only had enough time for me to punish me for not living up to his moral code while my Aunt parroted his beliefs. I guess it was only natural that I formed my own code of ethics and relationships. I had a strong sexual curiosity and personality that drove me to express it," I added. "Where is this going?" Raven sighed. "It means I have no serious understanding of monogamy outside of marriage. Worse, I have little respect for restrictive authority. Mindless discipline strikes me as unnatural. Don't get me wrong, though; I don't really care how you, or anyone, choses to live, as long as you respect that right in others." "Couldn't you have conformed to what the rest of us want at this school?" Raven countered. "This is a Christian Girls School and we shouldn't be having sex." "I think we have a fundamental misunderstanding here," I nodded. "We both accept that I want to have sex, but why do you assume that some girls here don't?" "That is not what matters," Raven declared. "What matters is that they wouldn't be succumbing to temptation if you weren't here." "That, I have to agree with you there," I admitted, which stunned Raven. "I doubt any of the girls I am with now would go trolling the local college for guys to score with." "So you see what a problem you are and how you shouldn't be at FFU," Raven concluded. "Belief without temptation has no merit," I quoted. "A promise to abstain from boys is nothing more than empty platitudes if there are no boys around." "Zane, we came here because no boys are allowed. Our pledge is a declaration of solidarity with our fellow students," Raven stated. "But the pledge is voluntary so you should respect their decision to do something else if the situation changes," I suggested. "A lot of girls here treat me nicely but aren't jumping my bones, girls like you." Raven didn't comment for several seconds. "I only wish more girls felt like I did," she said weakly. "Well, I'm glad you feel that way about me," I told her, as I pulled my legs up to a lotus position, adjusted my robe, and got ready to work, "because I find you very attractive and that would make things difficult." "Yes, that would make things difficult," Raven muttered sadly. It didn't really matter how Raven ended up beside me, her legs curled up under her and her head poised at my shoulder looking over our choices of works to read through. She didn't have Iona's insightful genius but she had a dedication to detail that was remarkable. She was apparently impressed with my ability to link Irrelevant Detail A with Curious Reference B. In two hours, Raven was excited over the progress we'd made. "Of course you are happy," I teased her; "you expected nothing from me so everything you get is a bonus." "I apologize," she said softly. "Don't worry about it," I chuckled, "you are hardly the first girl on this campus to think I'm an idiot." No sooner had I spoken those words than Paige hopped over the seat behind me and took the armrest of the chair opposite Raven. "You are a moron, not an idiot," Paige corrected me. "Now, it has been two hours and I've finished my homework. Let's go." "Hey!" snapped Raven. "Excuse me, but did we have plans?" I addressed Paige crossly. "You have been sitting over here for two hours with this bimbo. If she hasn't finished working with you by now, she's even duller than she looks," Paige informed us. "Bimbo!" responded Raven as she stood up to confront Paige. "Paige," I cautioned, "why are you doing this? This is way beyond your normal anti-personnel skills." "I don't like her, and I like her spending time with you even less," Paige declared. "At least I didn't have to spread my legs to make him spend time with me," Raven retorted. That seemed to upset Paige so I intervened. "That's not true," I told Raven. "I hang out with Paige because she is intriguing and smart, like you. Anything else is a private matter between her and me." "I don't like her," Raven replied. "You suck up oxygen that would be better used by mewling infants," Paige countered. "Enough!" I snapped. I turned, cupped Raven's jaw, and kissed her on the lips, leaving her shocked. I turned to Paige and with my countenance, I let her know she'd gone too far. I walked off, looking for somewhere else to be, but the floor was pretty occupied by freshmen now, in their little groups studying and relaxing. I even caught sight of Rio playing pool with Valerie and enjoying herself. Iona was with a group of students I recognized but Barbie Lynn and the teachers were gone. Only Dana remained, an isolated island of calm, watching her television and drinking her beers. I slouched down on the seat next to my former coach. "You are not getting a beer," she told me. "Do I look like I want a beer?" I sighed. "No, you look like you need a beer," she chuckled, "which is worse." "Man, that is a sad assessment of my situation," I groaned; "accurate, but sad." "You need to say 'No' occasionally, Zane," Dana observed. "Since I can no longer keep these girls safe from you, you need to keep yourself safe from them. If you don't set some boundaries, there is going to be trouble." I digested that for a minute. "You are laughing at me on the inside, aren't you?" I remarked. "Pretty much, yes," Dana winked. "This is some twisted plot of yours to make me take some responsibility, damn you," I continued. "Yep," she quipped. "You would think that having so many girlfriends, or potential girlfriends, would be a great thing," I stated. "My problem is that there are so many wonderful girls to meet and I want to get to know them, and it isn't like I get to know someone in one hour, or one day, or even one year, really." Dana laughed out loud so hard she started to cough. "Who would have thought you were a romantic," she snorted. "If you limited yourself to one-night stands, your life would be far easier." "I frankly don't think that is a possibility for me," I shrugged. "Even Paige?" Dana asked, "I know she annoys the crap out of you and she's a total stalker." "She is not," I defended Paige. "She's different but I like her intensity." Dana smirked and a set of arms wrapped around me from behind. Paige rested her head on my shoulder and kissed my ear. "I came back to bitch you out for taking Raven's side over mine," she said softly, "but now I think I'll simply forgive you and be done with it." "Damn it, Paige," I snapped nervously, "would you stop sneaking up on me?" "No," she responded after a moment's introspection. "I want you to be somewhat afraid of me." "Paige, you might want to consider what the hundred and some other girls are going to do to you when they learn you want exclusive rights to Zane," Dana grinned. "We don't have to be exclusive," Paige informed her, like I wasn't even there (this happens to me way too much). "He only needs to be available when I need him. We'll work out other arrangements for us by the end of the semester." "Paige, you accept me on my terms or we don't get together at all," I warned her. "Part of your appeal is that you do so many other things so well," I continued. "You don't need me." "Zane, I gave you, she reminded me with a mixture of anger and sadness. "Paige, you were my first, too," I enlightened her. "I've never taken a woman's virginity before." "It was special to me," she whispered. I turned my head and shoulders far enough around to kiss her. "It was special for me, too, but I know it meant more to you. What I did can't compare to what you went through," I related. "It is not meant to. I haven't forgotten my first time; that doesn't change the fact that I love someone else and I want to spend the rest of my life with her. It has nothing to do with you or any of the other girls. I feel she is the one for me and it doesn't make rational sense," I explained. "I respect that, Zane," Paige allowed. "You are an idiot and a moron; I'm going to need to train you to accept what is best for you, which is me. I became a woman through your exertions and I'm not willing to surrender that glorious feeling to anyone." Dana laughed uproariously while I groaned in despair. "Fine, I'll let you deal with Christina and company," I grumbled. I stood up and disentangled from Paige. She followed me around the sofa until she was cuddled up against me. "Do we have some time?" she inquired while rolling her hip along my pelvis and getting a response from my suicidal cock. "Dinner first, but I wouldn't be opposed to some bedroom time with you," I grinned to Paige. "I'm thinking a hot oil massage, then some cowgirl action." That definitely excited her. Food did end up taking precedence over sex because I was desperately hungry. The meal time was tense, with bandaged members on both sides of the aisle. The big news was that the Board of Directors was meeting tomorrow morning in an emergency session. No mention of the fates of Coach Gorman or Heaven was made. When I got back, I borrowed Gorman's phone and I gave Heaven a call. She exploded all over me when she realized it was me and not the Coach. "I was afraid something had happened, damn you," she snapped. "There is a little thing known as caller ID." "Um, Heaven, you didn't let me get a word in," I pointed out. "How are you doing?" "I'm going nuts," she groused. "I think it is worse, being so close and not being able to help." "Being here isn't all that great," I related. "We are all stuck in our rooms, pretty much. The Coach was fired so she's over here, drinking beer and watching TV." "That has to be weird," Heaven noted. "Are you okay?" "Actually, all my problems are solved," I told her. "Paige Zeller has decided she owns me." "Zeller? That little albino Science Club geek?" Heaven muttered. "When I get back, I'll fix her ass." "Gee, thanks," I chuckled, "but I think I can handle her. The important thing is that we are going to get you back, and as soon as we do, " The TV went dead. "What the, a few of the girls working at the computer stations and at their laptops exclaimed. Our answer was twofold. Ms. Marlowe and five security guards came up the stairs and stared out over the room. My 'room' was a lot to take in the first time around. The arrival of campus security explained the loss of outside access. When the guards entered the security code for the door, it had alerted the system the Science Club had put in place and stopped security from finding our illegal hook-ups with a cursory search. "Ms. Gorman," gawked Ms. Marlowe, "do you have beer up here?" Dana raised a half-drained beer up, examining it intently. "Yes, that would seem to be the case, Edith," Dana responded. "Do you want one? I have five left." "No! This kind of behavior is not allowed," Ms. Marlowe declared. "I'm not employed here anymore, or did you miss that outburst this morning?" Dana chuckled. "You can't kick me out of my room for a month, or so my contract states. I'm not letting any of the students have any, if that makes you happy." "Are you drunk?" Edith inquired. "Not yet, but I'd like to be," Dana sighed. "How about you get on with the security sweep you are here for so I can get back to it." Edith Marlowe shook her head in disgust, then dispatched her guards to look around. There was blatant hostility being generated their way by the present student body. On any other day, that anger would have been the end of it, but one girl started handing out pool cues and girls lined up to get them. "Put those down right now," Ms. Marlowe commanded. "Get stuffed," Vanessa Hutchins, a freshman, shot back. She'd been particularly impacted by Rhaine's actions, having been propelled twice down different stairwells. "Zane," Dana cautioned me. I stood up and walked over to Vanessa. I took the pool cue from her hands gently and placed it on the pool table. "Come on, ladies, the sooner we let them get done, the sooner we can get back to ignoring them," I said to the students. Slowly the sticks were put aside and the guards returned to their search. "Ms. Hutchins, you are coming with me," Ms. Marlowe stepped forward. I turned and looked down at her. "Don't press your luck," I told Marlowe evenly. "We aren't resisting this search but tempers are high and only going to get worse if you push things." "Edith, try to remember that you not only have to get out of this room, you have to get out of the building," Dana pointed out. "I underestimated these students so I'm now sitting here drinking beer and considering my job options." Ms. Marlowe looked down her nose at Dana, who didn't appear to give a crap about her opinion, then motioned the guards to resume looking around. Campus Security hadn't been gone five minutes before Rio came running up to me. "Hey! I heard that there was almost a fight here," she asked me. "Nothing much to it," I shrugged. "Vanessa over there decided that Ms. Marlowe should become familiar with the grain of a certain pool cue and I had to put a stop to it." Valerie and Iona came up in time to hear the explanation. "I guess it was too much to hope that the Chancellor would leave you alone," Iona moped. "People with her personality type don't let go easily," Valerie commented. "I've met more than my share in law enforcement. Their power over other people is how they define themselves." "Therefore, we need Zane to keep her preoccupied," Paige gloated. Mother Fucking God! "I'm going to have to get you a collar with a bell, damn it, Paige," I growled to my albino ghost. "Of course," she hugged me, "I'll wear a black velvet one with an electronic chime on it and you get to wear a shock collar so you can keep your limited intellect on the important things." "Important things?" Valerie grinned. "Yes; important things like obeying me," Paige grinned triumphantly. "Paige, could you please walk this way with me," Iona said sweetly. "We need to talk." "Not right now, Iona; I'm busy with Zane," Paige dismissed Iona. "Paige, come with me right now or I will inflict such painful force upon your person that even Rio will blanch at the damage delivered," Iona stated with a terrible resolve. Paige regarded Iona with disdain. I was about to break things up but Valerie held me back with a small shake of her head. "I'm not afraid of you, Iona Becket," Paige remarked. "Then you haven't studied the implications of our fight. You will win, and Zane won't have anything to do with you anymore. Rio and I are his first friends here and you understand how he weighs such things," Iona told her calmly. "Hurt me, and kiss him goodbye." Paige's face grew grim. "Now let's take a walk and talk this over, Science Clubber to Science Clubber." "I accept the validity of your socio-dynamic theory. Let's talk then." Paige nodded her acceptance of Iona's statement and with a tiny bit more respect for my diminutive friend, the two geeks walked off. Valerie found the exchange to be both confusing and amusing. "Zane, the girls and I were looking over my ride and talking about taking a few weeks off after the spring semester ends and riding out in my territory," Valerie informed me. "I figure I could teach everyone to ride; I could teach Iona basic mechanics; and Rio could learn to fight." "What do you need me to do?" I asked. "Honestly, you are learning to shoot guns and bows, plus you have martial arts training, so you should do fine. I also heard a rumor that you know something about outdoor survival, which is also handy," Valerie continued. "As long as we can keep you away from the other ladies, we should be okay." "That sounds great. Maybe we could put in some rock-climbing once we get there," I suggested. "Didn't, didn't your parents die in a rock-climbing accident?" Valerie asked. "Yes, so? It was something they loved to do and something they taught me to love," I responded. "I won't give up that part of them over one bad memory." "I can't tell if that's cold or touching," Valerie smirked. "I'll let you figure that one out," I grinned back. "Some things you tell the world, some things you tell your friends, and a few things you keep to yourself." "Is that why you don't pry?" Valerie noted. "Rio says you've never asked her about her history, which makes you pretty unique. 'What were you in for?' was my first question to her." "It is my business to know who you are, not who you were," I told her. "I have to live with you in the present, so that's my business." "My Mom is going to love you," Valerie grinned. "How about your Grandfather?" I inquired. "Touch me in a sexual manner and he'll break out of Maximum Security to kill you," Val winked. "I'm not afraid," I boasted. "Oh?" Valerie arched an eyebrow. "Yes. I have a passport and am not afraid to use it," I joked. "Wow," Dana observed, "so this is what Zane is like when he has blood flowing to his brain; he actually makes sense." "Why am I being nice to you, again?" I questioned Dana. "I haven't a fucking clue," Dana shrugged, "after all, I kicked your ass and beat you to unconsciousness." "You knocked Zane out?" Valerie asked. "If you ever have to teach Zane, you'll end up feeling the same way I did," Dana sneered. "It was an accident," Rio informed Val. "Zane threw his face at her fist and she was forced to defend herself." "What really happened, Zane?" Valerie inquired. "I haven't a clue. I heard 'Ready, set,' and I woke up staring at the ceiling thirty seconds later," I answered. "I punched him, but to be fair, he'd knocked me down with a kick in our previous encounter," Gorman admitted. "I was actually surprised he went down because Zane can take a beating." "That's the second nicest thing you've ever said about me," I commented. "What was the first?" Dana said. "You told Ms. Lane I wasn't a total waste of effort," I related. "Speaking of which, you did her, didn't you?" Dana asked. "I like keeping my relationships discreet, I started, then several girls around me groaned, ", if that is what they want, so no comment." "Let's just say that I've seen teeth marks on Zane's shoulder that have a slight gap on the left like a certain someone we both know," Rio snickered. Dana snorted. Before I could respond, I saw Iona coming my way and Paige angling for the door. I nodded to Iona and mouthed a 'thank you' to her, then angled to cut Paige off. "Where are you going?" I questioned her. "I get it; I'm not wanted, you have better things to do, and I am not going to get what I want so I'm leaving," Paige sounded hurt. "Did I say I didn't want you around?" I asked. "Iona said that you spending time with me was something the other girls wouldn't allow. Even Cordelia feels that way, apparently," Paige informed me. "I think you misunderstood," I clarified. "I want to spend time with you but I can't simply kick other girls aside because I do." "So now you want to spend time with me, but why should I spend time with you?" she countered. "I don't know," I replied. "Why did you come over and hassle Raven and I?" That brought her up short, not because she didn't know the answer but because she didn't want to admit it. "I was jealous," she said softly. "You don't need to be," I told her. "We are study buddies, nothing more." "You are a moro

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