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PART I The guy who is eternally on the Enemies List, the 45th and 47th president -- aka Vladdy's Boy, aka Don the Con, aka F*ckboi Von Clownface -- is getting an extra special mention this week. Every week, there are a million reasons to nominate Trump the Chump, but this week, Trump revealed his pathetic nature for all of MAGA to bear witness. First, let us tee this up. Virginia Guiffre -- who was a survivor of Epstein, Maxwell, Prince Andrew, and others -- was critical to getting justice for the hundreds of victims. In a clip that went viral on Tuesday, Trump told reporters that he *knew* who Virginia Guiffre was, that she'd worked as a spa attendant at Mar-a-Lago, and that Epstein had "stolen" her from him. What Trump is really saying is that Guiffre was property, he was aware that she was being trafficked, and groomed/raped by sexual predators. He didn't care about Guiffre, only his ego, and that Epstein had gotten one over on him.  Trump is no stranger to who or what Epstein was -- he joked that Epstein "liked girls on the younger side" and that, in Trump's 50th birthday card to Epstein, they shared a "wonderful secret." Distractions are still being volleyed against the wall -- but Trump knows he's hiding who he is and, this time, he can't outrun it.   PART II Emil Bove -- who looks like a part-time crypt-keeper -- was confirmed to the federal bench this week, and it's plain as day that Trump will put Bove onto the Supreme Court bench. The Senate was aware that Bove had lied to them and was involved in several DOJ cover-ups, and yet they ran his nomination up the chain. The fact that one president will have seated four of the Supreme Court justices should raise the question: Is this really what's best for America? Bove is a particular corrupt flavor -- there's a MOB lawyer vibe to this guy. (Shut up, John Thune, no one wants to hear you wimper your phony "hope" for what you *think* he will do.) There's nothing the Senate won't do for Trump now. . Follow Lincoln Square on X at @lincolnsquareHQ, Bluesky at @lincolnsquare.media‬, and Substack at @lincolnquare. . Follow Rick Wilson on X @therickwilson, Bluesky at @therickwilson.bsky.social, and Substack ⁠@therickwilson. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Tired of ADHD strategies that don't work? Here's what actually does. FREE training here: https://programs.tracyotsuka.com/signup__Sometimes the biggest breakthrough comes from dropping the mask and reclaiming your story after decades of living someone else's version of your life. Dr. Shafer Stedron knows this journey intimately.Dr. Shafer is a neurologist, life coach, author, and host of Talks with Dr. Shafer. Drawing from both clinical expertise and lived experience, she helps others reframe their stories with creativity, compassion, and courage. Her work explores the intersections of burnout, movement, and emotional regulation, plus why traditional systems often fail ADHD minds.In this conversation, Dr. Shafer and Tracy dive into the reality of being neurodivergent in medicine—from the 2016 study showing 34% of medical students with disabilities have ADHD, to why doctors with ADHD often catch things others miss (hello, pattern recognition and environmental scanning). They explore Shafer's journey from a 19-year-old who said yes to marriage after two weeks, through decades of domestic abuse, to finally learning to listen to her "harm alarm" and reclaim her story.Dr. Shafer also shares her approach to helping people drop the mask and create what she calls a "bubble sheet"—not a linear trajectory, but a sheet covered with all your goals and interests, because that's who you are as a person. Plus, she breaks down her children's book The Boy and His Brightly Colored Blocks, which explores pathological demand avoidance and why connection beats correction every time.Resources:Website: drshaferstedronova.com Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/talks_with_dr_shafer Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/@TalkswithDrShafer  LinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/in/shafer-stedron-4b7a19263 Send a Message: Your Name | Email | Message Instead of Struggling to figure out what to do next? ADHD isn't a productivity problem. It's an identity problem. That's why most strategies don't stick—they weren't designed for how your brain actually works. Your ADHD Brain is A-OK Academy is different. It's a patented, science-backed coaching program that helps you stop fighting your brain and start building a life that fits.

"Severance" from Apple TV+ earned 27 nominations for the 77th annual Primetime Emmy Awards, while HBO Max's "The Penguin" and "The White Lotus" weren't far behind. "The Studio" and "The Bear" were also high on the list, and Harrison Ford picked up an acting nomination for "Shrinking." On this episode, the co-hosts go through some of the notable selections — and snubs — following the release of the nominations. Review the full list below: Outstanding drama series"Andor" (Disney+)"The Diplomat" (Netflix)"The Last of Us" (HBO Max)"Paradise" (Hulu)"The Pitt" (HBO Max)"Severance" (Apple TV+)"Slow Horses" (Apple TV+)"The White Lotus" (HBO Max)Outstanding comedy series"Abbott Elementary" (ABC)"The Bear" (FX)"Hacks" (HBO Max)"Nobody Wants This" (Netflix)"Only Murders in the Building" (Hulu)"Shrinking" (Apple TV+)"The Studio" (Apple TV+)"What We Do in the Shadows" (FX)Outstanding limited or anthology series"Adolescence" (Netflix)"Black Mirror" (Netflix)"Dying for Sex" (FX)"Monsters: The Lyle and Erik Menendez Story" (Netflix)"The Penguin" (HBO Max)Outstanding television movie"Bridget Jones: Mad About the Boy" (Peacock)"The Gorge" (Apple TV+)"Mountainhead" (HBO Max)"Nonnas" (Netflix)"Rebel Ridge" (Netflix)Outstanding reality competition program"The Amazing Race" (CBS)"RuPaul's Drag Race" (MTV)"Survivor" (CBS)"Top Chef" (Bravo)"The Traitors" (Peacock)Outstanding talk series"The Daily Show" (Comedy Central)"Jimmy Kimmel Live!" (ABC)"The Late Show with Stephen Colbert" (CBS)Outstanding scripted variety series"Last Week Tonight with John Oliver" (HBO Max)"Saturday Night Live" (NBC)Outstanding variety special (live)"The Apple Music Super Bowl LIX Halftime Show Starring Kendrick Lamar" (Fox)"Beyoncé Bowl" (Netflix)"The Oscars" (ABC)"SNL50: The Anniversary Special" (NBC)"SNL50: The Homecoming Concert" (Peacock)Outstanding variety special (pre-recorded)"Adam Sandler: Love You" (Netflix)"Ali Wong: Single Lady" (Netflix)"Bill Burr: Drop Dead Years" (Hulu)"Conan O'Brien: The Kennedy Center Mark Twain Prize For American Humor" (Netflix)"Sarah Silverman: Postmortem" (Netflix)"Your Friend, Nate Bargatze" (Netflix)Outstanding game show"Celebrity Family Feud" (ABC)"Jeopardy" (ABC)"The Price is Right" (CBS)"Wheel of Fortune" (ABC)"Who Wants to Be a Millionaire" (ABC)Outstanding lead actress in a drama seriesKathy Bates, "Matlock"Sharon Horgan, "Bad Sisters"Britt Lower, "Severance"Bella Ramsey, "The Last of Us"Keri Russell, "The Diplomat"Outstanding lead actor in a drama seriesSterling K. Brown, "Paradise"Gary Oldman, "Slow Horses"Pedro Pascal, "The Last of Us"Adam Scott, "Severance"Noah Wyle, "The Pitt"Outstanding lead actress in a comedy seriesUzo Aduba, "The Residence"Kristen Bell, "Nobody Wants This"Quinta Brunson, "Abbott Elementary"Ayo Edebiri, "The Bear"Jean Smart, "Hacks"Outstanding lead actor in a comedy seriesAdam Brody, "Nobody Wants This"Seth Rogen, "The Studio"Jason Segel, "Shrinking"Martin Short, "Only Murders in the Building"Jeremy Allen White, "The Bear"Outstanding lead actress in a limited or anthology series or movieCate Blanchett, "Disclaimer"Meghann Fahy, "Sirens"Rashida Jones, "Black Mirror"Cristin Milloti, "The Penguin"Michelle Williams, "Dying for Sex"Outstanding lead actor in a limited or anthology series or movieColin Farrell, "The Penguin"Stephen Graham, "Adolescence"Jake Gyllenhaal, "Presumed Innocent"Brian Tyree Henry, "Dope Thief"Cooper Koch, "Monsters: The Lyle and Erik Menendez Story"Outstanding supporting actress in a drama seriesPatricia Arquette, "Severance"Carrie Coon, "The White Lotus"Katherine LaNasa, "The Pitt"Julianne Nicholson, "Paradise"Parker Posey, "The White Lotus"Natasha Rothwell, "The White Lotus"Aimee Lou Wood, "The White Lotus"Outstanding supporting actor in a drama seriesZach Cherry, "Severance"Walton Goggins, "The White Lotus"Jason Isaacs, "The White Lotus"James Marsden, "Paradise"Sam Rockwell, "The White Lotus"Tramell Tillman, "Severance"John Turturro, "Severance"Outstanding supporting actress in a comedy seriesLiza Colón-Zayas, "The Bear"Hannah Einbinder, "Hacks"Kathryn Hahn, "The Studio"Janelle James, "Abbott Elementary"Catherine O'Hara, "The Studio"Sheryl Lee Ralph, "Abbott Elementary"Jessica Williams, "Shrinking"Outstanding supporting actor in a comedy seriesIke Barinholtz, "The Studio"Colman Domingo, "The Four Seasons"Harrison Ford, "Shrinking"Jeff Hiller, "Somebody Somewhere"Ebon Moss-Bachrach, "The Bear"Michael Urie, "Shrinking"Bowen Yang, "Saturday Night Live"Outstanding supporting actress in a limited or anthology series or movieErin Doherty, "Adolescence"Ruth Negga, "Presumed Innocent"Deirdre O'Connell, "The Penguin"Chloë Sevigny, "Monsters: The Lyle and Erik Menendez Story"Jenny Slate, "Dying for Sex"Christine Tremarco, "Adolescence"Outstanding supporting actor in a limited or anthology series or movieJavier Bardem, "Monsters: The Lyle and Erik Menendez Story"Bill Camp, "Presumed Innocent"Owen Cooper, "Adolescence"Rob Delaney, "Dying for Sex"Peter Sarsgaard, "Presumed Innocent"Ashley Walters, "Adolescence"Outstanding guest actress in a drama seriesJane Alexander, "Severance"Gwendoline Christie, "Severance"Kaitlyn Dever, "The Last of Us"Cherry Jones, "The Handmaid's Tale"Catherine O'Hara, "The Last of Us"Merritt Wever, "Severance"Outstanding guest actor in a drama seriesGiancarlo Esposito, "The Boys"Scott Glenn, "The White Lotus"Shawn Hatosy, "The Pitt"Joe Pantoliano, "The Last of Us"Forest Whitaker, "Andor"Jeffrey Wright, "The Last of Us"Outstanding guest actress in a comedy seriesOlivia Colman, "The Bear"Jamie Lee Curtis, "The Bear"Cynthia Erivo, "Poker Face"Robby Hoffman, "Hacks"Zoë Kravitz, "The Studio"Julianne Nicholson, "Hacks"Outstanding guest actor in a comedy seriesJon Bernthal, "The Bear"Bryan Cranston, "The Studio"Dave Franco, "The Studio"Ron Howard, "The Studio"Anthony Mackie, "The Studio"Martin Scorsese, "The Studio"Outstanding directing for a drama series"Andor," Janus Metz ("Who Are You?")"The Pitt," Amanda Marsalis ("6 P.M.")"The Pitt," John Wells ("7 A.M.")"Severance," Jessica Lee Gagné ("Chikhai Bardo")"Severance," Ben Stiller ("Gold Harbor)"Slow Horses," Adam Randall ("Hello Goodbye")"The White Lotus," Mike White ("Amor Fati")Outstanding directing for a comedy series"The Bear," Ayo Edebiri ("Napkins")"Hacks," Lucia Aniello ("A Slippery Slope")"Mid-Century Modern," James Burrows ("Here's To You, Mrs. Schneiderman")"The Rehearsal," Nathan Fielder ("Pilot's Code")"The Studio," Seth Rogen & Evan Goldberg ("The Oner")Outstanding directing for a limited or anthology series or movie"Adolescence," Philip Barantini"Dying for Sex," Shannon Murphy ("It's Not That Serious")"The Penguin," Helen Shaver ("Cent'anni")"The Penguin," Jennifer Getzinger ("A Great or Little Thing")"Sirens," Nicole Kassell ("Exile")"Zero Day," Leslie Linka GlatterOutstanding writing for a drama series"Andor," Dan Gilroy ("Welcome to the Rebellion")"The Pitt," Joe Sachs ("2 P.M.")"The Pitt," R. Scott Gemmill ("7 A.M.")"Severance," Dan Erickson ("Cold Harbor")"Slow Horses," Will Smith ("Hello Goodbye")"The White Lotus," Mike White ("Full-Moon Party")Outstanding writing for a comedy series"Abbott Elementary," Quinta Brunson ("Back To School")"Hacks," Lucia Aniello, Paul W. Downs and Jen Statsky ("A Slippery Slope")"The Rehearsal," Nathan Fielder, Carrie Kemper, Adam Lock-Norton and Eric Notarnicola ("Pilot's Code")"Somebody Somewhere," Hanna Bos, Paul Thureen and Bridget Everett ("AGG")"The Studio," Seth Rogen, Evan Goldberg, Peter Huyck, Alex Gregory and Frida Perez ("The Promotion")"What We Do in the Shadows," Sam Johnson, Sarah Naftalis and Paul Simms ("The Finale")Outstanding writing for a limited or anthology series or movie"Adolescence," Jack Thorne and Stephen Graham"Black Mirror," Charlie Brooker and Bisha K. Ali ("Common People")"Dying for Sex," Kim Rosenstock and Elizabeth Meriwether ("Good Value Diet Soda")"The Penguin," Lauren LeFranc ("A Great or Little Thing")"Say Nothing," Joshua Zetumer ("The People in the Dirt")Outstanding writing for a variety series"The Daily Show""Last Week Tonight with John Oliver""Saturday Night Live" About the show Streamed & Screened is a podcast about movies and TV hosted by Bruce Miller, a longtime entertainment reporter who is now the editor of the Sioux City Journal in Iowa and Terry Lipshetz, a senior producer for Lee Enterprises based in Madison, Wisconsin. The show was named Best Podcast in the 2025 Iowa Better Newspaper Contest. Theme music Thunder City by Lunareh, used under license from Soundstripe. YouTube clearance: FV694ULMCJQDG0IY

Did you make everyone take their pants off?” - Abby

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Poor Winnie did NOT have a stroke... The NEW Certified Fans is here! My Mom has a hoarder friend?? Uncle Ste Ste is officially here!! Become a Certified Fan! Help support the podcast and get our Thursday show, More Mama's Boy!  Adopt An Episode! Want to show us a little extra love? Adopt an Episode and get a personal shoutout in an upcoming show! This episode was adopted by the amazing Michele K. from Griffin, GA. Thank you!! Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Boy, this one is a bit of a wander, but we get there eventually. We have so many questions about how to parent as AI and other technologies quickly transform what is expected of our children. We don't have a strategy, but we have questions. Sometimes that has to be enough. Connect with Us!Our Website: https://www.besttothenest.com/On Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/besttothenest?utm_source=ig_web_button_share_sheet&igsh=ZDNlZDc0MzIxNw==Our Facebook Group: https://www.facebook.com/groups/1088997968155776/See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

Ever felt a big feeling — like sadness, anger, or worry — and didn't know what to do with it?

What man who desires to be a hero would let that happen? Us, obviously. We're bleeding out of the neck, dealing with Not My First Mind Control, tempting in the desert, saying Alex and Luna over and over, screaming into Dragon Master gear (in anime), wearing an invisible sprite hat, indulging in dragon controller irony, supposing dragons are real, consuming squid guts pasta, realizing Laike has a back-up Boy of Destiny, fantasy-producing a dozen kids, acquiring the master sword somehow, passing it on chief-to-chief, and figuring out the terrible secret of Gum Chris. Events beyond your understanding have been set into motion. 00:00:00 Soccer Stream Promo 00:01:22 Intro 00:03:11 Rooftop Showdown 00:18:16 Rooftop Showdown Aftermath 00:25:11 Return to Pao 00:40:02 Tempest's House 00:46:25 Departing Pao 00:53:31 Real Net 00:59:15 Outro Patreon: patreon.com/retroam Bluesky: @retrogradeamnesia.bsky.social YouTube: www.youtube.com/@RetrogradeAmnesia E-Mail: podcast@retrogradeamnesia.com Website: www.retrogradeamnesia.com  

Send us a textWhat's up, yerpheads? Boy, oh boy! Mike, Andrew, and Alissa sure are in deep yerp! Aren't they? First, they have to escape via pod to an Aeon guard-filled landing port. Now, they're in cold storage without a yerps chance in yerp of getting out unscathed! All of Spaceopolis is on high ayerp to find these three. How will they avoid capture when they're Spaceopolis' most wanted??? Will they rendezvous with Slicer's mysterious contact??? Have you tried the yerp??? It's YERP-TASTIC!!!! Find out more on this week's YEEEEEERP YEEEEEEERP YEEEEEEERP YEEEEERRRRRRRRRPPPPP!!!!!::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::THIS SHOW IS NSFW AND NSFK (Not safe for kids. sorry kids!)Our DM is Dalton Rusher-RiddleOur Players are Andrew Gehrlein, Michael Adair & Alissa AdairTheme song by Dustin HookSound effects from Zapsplat and PixabayBackground music by Pixabay and Nerdius MaximusPlease check out our Instagram, Twitter, TikTok, AND NOW PATREON on our Linktree to keep up with the latest DRH news! https://linktr.ee/dungeonradiohourBye for now~:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::Support the show

So sorry we've been away for so long. If it's any consolation, these strips punish us quite handily for our laziness. Boy do they ever! The white hot romance of Juliette and Elliott is explored a little this time around. Seems that Juliette loses her shit for Milk Duds. She makes it sound like it's a sexual thing, because isn't everything sexual in this godforsaken strip? But by the time we actually witness it, it's just Elliott with a cereal box-sized container of Milk Duds on his lap and Juliette sitting next to him with what appears to be 100 duds in each cheek. Certainly all of this came about so ol' Mac-El-Dee could have Elliott talk about how Juliette likes to have a "mouthful of caramel balls." Otis weaponizes the information by tempting Juliette with Milk Duds and getting her to sing a dirty version of an old TV theme -- one she makes up for him. Don't think too hard about what appears to be a teenager prostituting his girlfriend's mom. It's actually just silly and fun and definitely NOT WEIRD AT ALL. We also see one of the most poorly drawn examples of the Edda-in-a-leotard-in-front-of-a-mirror trope that the old pervert loves so much. And to finish it off, Otis reveals to Edda that he literally has no idea what a sunset is. None. Seriously. The Chickweed strips we discuss this episode: You can find all of this episode's strips on Instagram by clicking here (https://www.instagram.com/p/DMoy3kuRrdp/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link&igsh=MzRlODBiNWFlZA==). We've abandoned Twitter, because it's terrible, but you can now find this episode's strips on Bluesky by clicking here (https://bsky.app/profile/9chickweedrage.bsky.social/post/3luypqio4r22q). This sensual phantasmagoria of an episode includes: Nuts vs. Seeds GoComics is not free Diet Coke Jeff Goldblum in Jurassic Park Brooke's imaginary horse Brooke's non-imaginary mom Charlie Brown's shirt Milk Duds Junior Mints How to Train Your Dragon Chuck E. Cheese Gilligan's Island The Forbidden Dance Peanut Butter M&M's Milk Duds Whoppers Mickey Rourke in Diner Dutch angle Talk to Us! Having trouble understanding what's going on in a 9 Chickweed Lane strip you just read? Send it our way! We'll take a shot at interpreting it for you! Or maybe you just want someone to talk to? We're on Bluesky: @9ChickweedRAGE.bsky.social (https://bsky.app/profile/9chickweedrage.bsky.social). And we're on Instagram: @9ChickweedRage (https://www.instagram.com/9chickweedrage/).

Surprise! We dropped a bonus episode in collaboration with Give Me Back My Action/Horror Movies for THE MONTH OF ACTION! What movie did we do? Are there explosions? Is there blood shed? Is it.....animated? The answer is Yes to all of the above! We covered 2015's The Boy and the Beast. 

In this episode, we kick off with a dive into two buzzy new releases: Materialists, a sharp, stylish satire on excess, and Marvel's latest take on Fantastic Four, packed with cosmic drama and fresh faces. Then, we close out Nicolas Cage in the 1980s, now that Andy and Stu have seen The Boy in Blue. Finally, we rank and rate every Cage 80s performance with a mix of reverence, disbelief, and admiration. From chaotic charm to raw intensity, it's the ultimate Cage countdown.Socials: @CageFightingPodUse my special link (cagefighting) to save 30% off your first month of any Zencastr paid plan.

Boy, THAT blew up! THIS week on the show: Unhinged ways you caught a cheater! WAR of the ROSES! Scott's new nickname! 2nd DATE UPDATE + SOmuchMORE!See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Number 985After being gone for two weeks we're back in action, and with Lube as well! Man, there was SO much Nintendo news to cover, and big stories at that. We go deep into the news and all the huge Switch 2 stories, but we also go on a ton of tangents! It's so good to be back, gang!

Ryan and Dustin dive into the MLB trade deadline frenzy with their "Boy of Summer," Kevin wilson. Plus, they tackle ESPN's potential NFL Network grab, a Jets QB scare, and pay tribute to the late, great Hulk Hogan. The guys wrap up with their favorite athletes to wear number 55. No Credentials Required is part of Belly Up Sports Media Network. Belly Up Sports: www.bellyupsports.com | www.youtube.com/@bellyupsports Royal Retros: Save 10% off your order with promo code CREDHEAD at checkout! | www.royalretros.com Follow No Credentials Required on social media on Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, and subscribe to our YouTube page for additional content! MERCH! Show the world you're a Cred Head! | https://www.bonfire.com/store/no-credentials-required/ Join our Discord: https://discord.gg/WknBEUQY    

A Hiking Accident brings Mark and Carrie Together.by T. Foxal. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected.Mark and Carrie never met before, until an accident to Carrie, brought them together, and now maybe for good.Chapter 1.I'm Mark. 39 years old, single, a computer geek who is lucky enough that I can work from home, and make my own hours. I wasn't always like this. When I was 18, I had a choice, jail or join the service. I just made some bad decisions back then, doing drugs and getting in fights. So I opted for the Marines. I spent 15 years with them, and advanced to Master Sergeant, which is the fourth highest position an NCO can go. Served 3 tours in Iraq and Afghanistan, which are true shit holes. Great thing about the service, besides 3 square meals a day and a place to sleep, you can be taught almost any useful job in the world, which is where I learned computer programing.Now I pretty much free-lance my abilities out and make a good wage. Most times I have jobs to do, but sometimes I don't and have lots of free time. If I do have jobs, I can make my own hours.I don't have a steady woman at this time, and I am  okay with that. Being deployed all the time, whether it was in the Middle East, or on some ship with a bunch of Squids, I really had no time for a relationship.I had been out almost a year this past August, when I decided I needed some down time. I decided I was going to the Adirondacks and do some hiking. I grew up outside of Syracuse NY., and have always wanted to go there. My one uncle owns a cabin up there and offered it to me when he heard I wanted to go hiking up there. He told me it had one bedroom, a bathroom, kitchen, and a living room with fireplace. It had running water and electricity. He warned me that I would need to turn on the hot water tank, since they shut it down last fall, after they used it last.I had decided that I would take two weeks to explore all the different mountain ranges this area had, finishing up at Mt. Marcy, the highest of them all. Since it was just after Labor Day, tourism should be at a low, with vacationers and school kids back into their routines. My plan was to hike daily, a different range, and if need be, camp out at night. Being a Marine, we are taught all types of survival skills, so this would be no problem for me. One thing my uncle did ask me to do, is stop at the Ranger station and let them know I would be occupying the cabin for a length of time. People sometimes like to use squatter rights and just use cabins, regardless if they are allowed, or not.I also like that the temperature doesn't get to warm up there either. I prefer cool nights and just warm days. Maybe it's because of my time in that hell hole of the middle east. My trip took almost 4 hours to get to where I wanted to go.Chapter 2.The skies were quite cloudy when I pulled into the Ranger Station. I got out of my truck and headed to the stations door, and when I opened it, a woman was coming out at the same time and we bumped into each other. We both apologized, then laughed, and then she continued on to her vehicle.After letting a ranger know where I was going and for how long, I exited the station and headed back to my truck. That's when I noticed her again. She was 5 '7, maybe 130 lbs., caramel colored skin, hair just past her shoulders, when she let it down. From the side, she did not look like she had very big boobs, they were smallish medium, just the way I actually like them. She was wearing camo style shorts, and a tan polo shirt. Boy, she had nice legs, long and muscular, very toned. If I had to guess her age, early 30's. Whoever was getting lucky with that, was one lucky son of a bitch. One thing I did notice, she was wearing white running shoes, and not hiking boots. Judging from the backpack she was attempting to put on, she was going hiking and camping out. Running shoes are not the smartest thing to wear hiking. No ankle support what so ever.As I drove off, I stole another look at her, as I drove by. Great looking ass. Bigger than a model would have, but smaller than many of the women I have seen in my lifetime. I exited the parking lot and started heading up Whiteface Mountain. My uncle's cabin is up about 4 miles from this point, on a long and windy road. If I had to guess, it would be about a third of the way up the mountain, and only because of the road, which I believed was cut out by a snake.Once I arrived, I unloaded everything into the cabin. Found the circuit breaker and turned them on, especially the hot water tank. Too many cold showers in my life, so no need to suffer this time now. One thing I did notice too, the temp was cooler up this high. It was around 70 down by the station, but I bet it dropped a good 10 degrees.Next, I unload my coolers, which had meats and eggs, butter, and all of the necessities needed to eat well. I had enough for 2 weeks, if not more. Also brought along two 12 packs of beer as well, and water. Man I love roughing it.After stowing away my gear and food, I checked the place out. Nice queen size bed, in the bedroom. They even had TV, which I could care less about. May to use for the weather is all I can see a use for it. I'm not one to sit and watch TV much, except for football and maybe playoff baseball.I then went and checked the area out. The back porch had a gas grill on it, plus what looked like a cord of wood. I figured if I used any, I could go into town and buy some to replenish, unless Unc had a chain saw, then I would do my own. I then went for a small hike just around the area.I did not want to venture to far today. It was already after 4pm, and the skies were really getting dark, so some rain, if not storms, were moving in soon. About a 1/4 mile into the woods, was a hiking trail, well used too. I wondered if that lady was on this trail, if she even made up this far yet. If she did, she better start preparing her campsite for the weather that was due in soon. I kept hiking for another 30 minutes before heading back to the cabin. I figured a good early start in the morning, may get me to the top by the afternoon, early evening.Chapter 3.I was now back from my little hike and relaxing, but also getting hungry. I settled on frying up some home fries and grill up some Polish kielbasa. I cooked up the potatoes first, and then set the pan in the oven and set it to warm. Then took the meat out to the porch and fired up the grill.It was a little after 6 now and the wind had really picked up and the skies hung low, full of rain that to start shortly. As I waited for the grill to heat up some, I thought I heard someone cry out. At first I thought it could be just the wind, but then I heard it again.I stepped off the porch and headed towards the trail, behind the cabin. As I got on the trail, I heard the cry again, but this time could make out the word Help. I yelled out for the person to keep yelling, so I could judge where it was actually coming from.Whoever it was, must have heard me because the Helps were coming more quickly. I was at least a good half mile now from the cabin when I came upon a woman, lying on the ground, holding her foot. It was the lady I saw down by the ranger station when I first arrived.When she saw me coming she said, "Oh Thank God. I wasn't sure anyone could hear me.""What happened?" I asked. "Oh stupid me wasn't watching where I stepped and then all of a sudden, I'm on the ground from twisting my ankle." she explained, then went on,"I tried walking on it, but damn, it hurts. I don't think it is broken." I kneeled in front of her and took off her shoe, then her wool sock, and could see the ankle was swollen and just starting to turn a little purplish. I'm no doctor, nor was I corpsman in the service, but I have had my share, and have seen many a sprained ankle, and this sure did look like one.After looking at it, I looked up at her face and could see the pain written all over her gorgeous face. I then gently removed her backpack, which had to weigh a good 25 to 30 pounds. "Christ, what the hell is she carrying in this.", I thought. Then I put the backpack on over my shoulders. Just then, the rain started. "Great, just what I needed", I thought."Oh damn. This isn't good. What are we going to do now?" she asked."First off, grab my arm and let's get you up, then we'll hike back down to my cabin, which I think is about a 1/2 mile from here." I said. "By the way, my name is Mark" She retorted back to me "Carolyn, or Carrie to my friends, which you are fast becoming."With my help, she stood up, using her good leg. Now I am not a tall man, 5' 10 175 lbs., and still in great shape, since I work out 4 times a week. I then asked her to put her right arm around my neck and I would hold her waist, and we would try and keep all the weight off of the foot.We did quite well actually, and she didn't complain one time. Only twice did we have to stop and rest a minute. That didn't matter, we were both soaked to our skin by now, and it was quite chilly out. What should have taken maybe 5 minutes to walk, turned into almost 25 minutes, by the time we got back to the porch of the cabin. At one point, I felt I should have just carried her fireman's style, just to speed this up.We then entered the cabin. Luckily it was still pretty warm in there, but I knew that wouldn't last long. I guided her over to a leather chair and had her sit. Then went and got some towels to at least dry off some of the rain.I then went into the bathroom and saw that my uncle had 2 inch wide medical tape and some gauze. I went into my pack and pulled out some Aleve. I came back out, got some water and then handed her the medicine. Then I knelt down and removed her shoe again, sans the sock, since we didn't put that back on. I carefully dried her foot and ankle, and then wrapped gauze around it, then taped it up.After I finished, I could see she was shaking from being cold now. Both of us were soaked to the skin. I went into my uncles dresser and looked around. My aunt had a set sweats in there. I hope they fit her. My aunt is only 5'4, but is big chested, so the top should be fine. I also pulled out some socks for her as well. I then looked in the closet, and in the back, found a pair of crutches. Uncle's family comes up here a lot to ski, so crutches would be a wise investment, especially for my one cousin Carol, she is a klutz.I came back into the living room and looked down at her. " How does that feel now Carrie""Still hurts, but not like it was, and thank you." she said. I extended a hand to her and told her to grab it, then pulled her up. "I got you some clothes to change into, and these crutches. The shower is down the hall. A good hot shower should help you warm up a bit . Also, take this baggie and wrap it around your foot and ankle and tape off the top, to keep it dry.""Oh My God, you are so nice. I am so sorry for being a pain in your ass, but thank you so much."She trudged down the hall to the bath. I couldn't help but look at her great legs and chubby ass as she went. I did notice she wore no wedding, or engagement ring, so that was a good thing. Just before she opened the bathroom door, I told her I was going to finish making dinner. She just grinned, but said nothing. Before I did that though, I pulled out some sweats. Both the top and the bottoms had the Marine logo on it. Those sweats last forever.I had to reheat the fried potatoes and then went and relit the grill. The kielbasa was done in about 10 minutes. So when I came back in, she was still not out of the shower. "Women", I thought. They take so friggin long to get clean. Although I did have some thoughts about how she looked in the shower.I had just finished setting the table, when she arrived back out in the living room. The sweat top was definitely too big for her, yet looked cute. The sweat pants were a little snug and stopped short about two inches from the top of her feet. She was like staring at me, but didn't speak."Is something wrong?" I asked. "No, not a thing, except for those Jarhead sweats you have on.""What? You don't like Marines?" She laughed and said, "They are okay, but to a Navy gal, they don't get my motor running""Oh shit. I helped a god damn Squid? Christ sakes", then laughed, and so did she. "Come on, let's eat"I asked her what she would like to drink, which was limited to beer or water. She chose a water, as I did too, and sat down to our little feast.Chapter 4.She was quiet at first, so I broke the silence and asked her "So Miss Carrie, and I presume Miss, what has you up here by yourself?"She chuckled then spoke " I love hiking and always wanted to come explore these mountains. And Yes, I am a miss. Divorced actually, 5 years now. I have a 20 year daughter too, who attends Syracuse University.“Good God” I interjected; “How the hell did you ly you way into the navy as a 10 year old? You can't be past your early thirties!”I spent 14 years in the Navy. I was also a Navy brat too. My dad and mom live in Pensacola, after he retired from the Navy as a Master Chief. I left the Navy 7 years ago, but that's another story."She took a drink of water, then continued. " I live right outside of Syracuse now, mostly to be close to my daughter. We adopted her when she was 3 years old. I couldn't have kids, and she was orphaned when her parents were killed in an auto accident in Norfolk. What about you Mr. Mark?"I smiled at her and looked her right in the eye, which were hazel in color. "Let's see, I spent 20 good years in the Navy, and then retired from it. I did pick up a good vocation, programming computers, so that's what I do now. Mostly free-lance myself out. I make a good wage doing it. My uncle owns this cabin and I needed a vacation, so I too, wanted to explore here. I took the next two weeks off and hope to finish up on Mt. Marcy. I grew up just east of Syracuse and moved back there. Both of my parents are deceased now, and I have one sister, who is two years older than me"She then asked, "What did you end up at?""An E8, Master Sergeant,” I answered. “and you?"She chuckled and said, "E8 as well, Senior Chief. How many deployments?""3 tours in the sandpit, then countless boat rides. Served on the George Washington and the Lincoln, and ended my career at Quantico.""Oh shit. My dad served on the Lincoln too, John Reynolds. Master Chief of the Boat."I laughed and said, "I know your old man. I served with him on the Lincoln for 6 months. At the time I was a E6 (Staff Sergeant), but I got to know him well. I even got to meet your mom too, when we got done at Norfolk. Beautiful lady and not being forward, I can see where you get your looks. Your old man had a way with the crew. They all respected him and did anything he told them to do. I can still remember his one saying, "Son. Don't fail me, or I will open a can of whoop ass on you.” Usually scared the shit out of some teenage kid"She laughed and said, "Yeah, he did have their respect, but at home he was a teddy bear, at least to me and mom. I remember in high school, any boy I would date, he would just stare at them, which usually scared the shit out of them"We laughed and told stories about our time in the service. Then I did the dishes up while I had her go relax on the couch. When I finished, I asked if she would like a beer now, which she gladly accepted. Before I came out with the beers, I wrote down my name, address and phone number, and handed it to her."What's this for?" I told her, "Look. You were injured and I would like you to call your family and tell them and that you will be staying here tonight. Plus give you peace of mind that you are not bunking with some crazy guy in the woods. So let them know that info, and all should be good."She chuckled then said, "Well, for one. all of you jarheads are crazy, so I am not too sure how safe I am with you, but so far, you haven't shown any craziness. But I will call my daughter and let her know."She then called her daughter and explained the situation to her. They chatted for about 10 minutes or so. Her daughter must have asked her if I was cute, because she softly spoke, "yeah. pretty cute" After that she hung up her phone and sat back on the couch."I want to thank you again for saving me from a very bad situation. I know I have to be a pain in the ass to you, and you weren't planning on someone screwing up your vacation like this." Carrie said."Number one, you are not a pain in the ass at all, and two, you haven't screwed anything up. I rather enjoy your company, if I am being honest here. Granted, I came up here alone, but now I have made a friend, or at least, an acquaintance, and if I may add a very beautiful one at that..Carrie blushed, "Thank you. I mean for a Gyrene, you are pretty nice, and a bonus, you can cook too. How come some pretty woman hasn't snatched you up?"I just chuckled at that, "Well, you know how it is in the service. Always deployed to some ungodly place, or never being able to put roots down in one place. That's not fair to anyone. Plus, there has been no one who really rocked my world. The closest I came was living with this one girl for like 6 months, but she opted out after seeing me off to Iraq, and just couldn't handle the unknown. When I got back 8 months later, she was long gone. Never heard a word from her either, except for the letter she left behind. So from that point on, I just dated here and there, nothing steady. And now, I haven't really looked. You say you are divorced, what happened there, if you don't mind telling."She smiled, and when she did, her whole face smiled. Her almond shaped eyes were to die for. A man could get lost in those eyes. I know I was. I also wondered if she had a special man in her life. If so, he was a complete idiot for letting her go on this by herself. Not to keep her safe, or anything like that, but just to be with her."We met at Pensacola when I was just 2 years into my first term. He was a Seal. So of course he hung the moon and stars. But growing up Navy, I knew what this entailed. We had a great marriage, at least I thought we did. Only when he got deployed, did I get scared. You know how it is with them, they are not going to some amusement park. When he got transferred to a base, I got one too, since I worked in procurement and distribution, it was no big deal."She took a swig of her beer and breathed out, then continued. "We tried having kids, but I came to find out that my tubes were closed and I couldn't have any. So we started looking at adoption and then about a year later we were informed about Jenny. Her parents killed in an auto accident and she had no living relatives. We took her in as a foster child and then about a year after, we adopted her. Things were going good for us. We both got transferred to Norfolk, and luckily, Dad was stationed there too, but as usual, out on a boat. Then Jack started to change. He became withdrawn and started drinking more."I put my hand on her shoulder and told her she didn't have to continue. I knew this story well, which was one of the reasons I never settled down. Seen to many start drinking, and relived the action in their heads, and shut out their loved ones."No. I'm good. Any ways, about 9 years ago, he went on deployment and was gone a month. Who knows where, but called the night before and said he'd be home around 1700 hours. I was excited, yet nervous too. So, and I can't believe I am telling you this, (chuckled), but I left work early that next day. I wanted to make it special for him. Jenny was going to stay with my mom. So I left around 2 and went home. When I got there, his car was already in the drive. We lived off base then. So I rushed from the car and went inside. I didn't see or hear him, so I thought he was upstairs. Oh God... (chuckling again), I stripped down and figured I would surprise him being nude. I walked silently up the stairs and saw the bedroom door closed. Then I heard muffled sounds, so I opened the door, and there he was, on the bed. But he wasn't alone. Our neighbor Joann, who lives two doors down, was there too. She was on top of him fucking him.""Oh shit Carrie, I am so sorry" This must have been bad for her, because tears were streaming down her face now. I didn't know what to do actually. I am not good with women crying, and since I hardly knew her, I knew not to reach out and try and hold her.She fought through it and smiled a little, "It's  okay, it really is. Joann was a divorcee and always flirted with the husbands around her. Lord knows how many time she and Jack fucked before I caught them. I shouted at them, which startled them both and I told her to get her skanky ass out of my bed. Then I told Jack to pack his things and get out. He did too, never saying a word to me as he did. About a month later, he was transferred to San Diego. I know in my heart, my dad had something to do with that. He had many big wig contacts. It took 2 years for the divorce to be finalized because he was never in the area. I had just ended my time in the service and wanted to get away from there. Dad and mom had already moved down to Florida, so I had really no one, so why stay. The next 5 years, I lived down near my parents, so I could give Jenny a new start, like me. Then she said in her senior year she got accepted to Syracuse. I was working for a big fabric company, in logistics and put in for a transfer, since they had a big distribution center up here. Another good thing is, my mom's mother still lives in Syracuse, and I have lots of cousins I never knew I had until now.""Wow", is all I could say at first. "Now you see why I never married? Could have easily happened to me, but I come home and find her sleeping with some asshole." Then I chuckled, which turned into a laugh. "What's so funny?""When I was aboard the Lincoln, I was hitting on this young petty officer. Your dad took notice and pulled me aside. "Son. One thing you never do is shit where you eat. So keep your cock in your pants and stay away from them broads. Remember, you knock one up and they'll throw you in Leavenworth for destroying government property." I took him to heart too, that, and the fact your old man scared the shit out of me."She sat there and laughed and laughed, "Yep, that's my dad. Gruff and to the point. He must have liked you, otherwise he'd let you screw up on your own and not say anything to you."It was now going on 10 pm, and she was getting real tired. I went into the bedroom and found a sheet and a blanket, and took one of the pillows off the bed. I came back out and threw them in a chair. I reached my hand out to her, so I could help her stand.  “okay Squid lady, you take the bunk in the bedroom and I'll be out here." She shook her head, "No way Mark. I'll sleep out here.""Please just take the bed. You'll be much more comfortable in there, than on this couch. I'll be fine. In the morning we'll have breakfast and see how your ankle is. Maybe you should take a couple more Aleve too.""See. I told Ya. I am a pain in the ass." and huffed, as she got her crutch and started moving towards the bedroom. I just stared at her ass as she hobbled away from me. "God damn, what an ass", I thought to myself.After she went to the bathroom, I heard the bedroom door shut. I got my area ready for sleep. As I lay there, I could just think how sexy she had to have looked coming into the bedroom naked, ready to fuck her husband silly too. My cock started growing then, just thinking how hot I bet she looks naked. But, there was no way I was going to pound one off now, with her just down the hall.Chapter 5.I awoke the next morning around 6 am, which is about normal for me now. It used to be 4:30am, when I was in the service. But I don't run and do workouts like that anymore. I still work out, but nothing crazy like that. After relieving myself, and getting rid of the piss hard, I went out to the kitchen and opened the back door. It was quite chilly out and still raining. Now that could put a damper on the day. I thought I should check the weather a little later, once Carrie got up.I was on my second cup of coffee, and had bacon in the oven when I heard the bedroom door squeak open. Then a few minutes later, the toilet flushed. So I got up and started the stove to cook some eggs. As I was preparing to cook, Carrie came into the kitchen. I turned when she said good morning, and was awe struck. All she was wearing was a red, plaid flannel shirt that came about mid-thigh on her. Of course my depraved mind wondered how sexy she looked without it, but I'll take this any day.One thing my mind did wonder about, was if she was wearing anything under it. When I went to pee last night before bed, she had draped her shirt, shorts and a black pair of thongs over the top of the shower curtain bar. Oh well, one thing to ponder over and never find out."Morning Squid. How did you sleep and how is the ankle?""I slept really well, actually. It throbbed at first, but this morning it feels so much better. Not even using the crutch. That bed is so comfy. Thank you again for letting me use it. And, thank you again for everything you have done for me. Even if you are a bonehead Jarhead.""Ouch. That hurts. And here, I thought you liked me", then chuckled. "Sit. Let me get you some coffee and the eggs will be done in a minute or so."We sat and ate, with little talk between us. Once we were finished, she made a remark about the weather looking quite shitty out. I agreed with her on that and told her I checked the weather channel, and it said it was going to rain all day today and finally move out this evening, then the next few days it would be clear and cool, up in the mountains."Well, I have another favor I am going to ask of you. Could you possibly drive me down to my car? Then I am going to rent a room for tonight and see how my ankle feels tomorrow. If all is well, I'll try and tackle this mountain again." she said.I looked up at her and smiled, "I was thinking." She laughed, "Now that will be a first. A Marine that thinks. No. Go on"I grinned at her, "I see you have your dad's wit too.... I was thinking, why don't we do this together. I mean, we get along well, and it would probably be more fun doing it together, than alone. Your virtue would be safe with me. And, not sure if you know this, but there are quite a few animals out there that don't really care for humans. Having a buddy around would make it safer."She sat and pondered for a moment, then after a bit, finally spoke. "You know, that isn't a bad idea really. But understand, I am not going to cook everything and do the cleaning, we share duties. As for my virtue, I think I am pretty safe with you. Plus, I have been around 41 years and done quite well, taking care of my own virtue. Plus, if I know Jenny, she was on the phone with dad and mom last night telling them everything that went on here. And daddy would hunt you down, if you hurt his little girl." then laughed at her remark.I started laughing, and shook my head. "What?" she asked. I calmed a bit and said, "Well, I should never try and do that age guessing game at carnivals. I'd lose big time." She grinned and asked what I thought she was. "When I saw you at the ranger station, I put you in your early 30's, not 40. Just a tad off I'd say."She laughed and said, "Yeah, just a little bit off, but thank you. I might like you more now."I told her the rest of my thoughts. After cleaning up and showering, we could go into Lake Placid. I need to get more tape and gauze, for her ankle. Some more food. And, she needed to buy some hiking boots, so her feet and ankles had better support. Depending on the time, maybe grab dinner down there too. Then pick up your car and drive it up here and we'll make this our base of operation. She laughed at the last statement and I asked what was so funny."Oh nothing, except, you can take the Jarhead out of the Marines, but you will never take the Marine out of the Jarhead, that's for sure. Base of operations? sheesh.", then laughed again.I started doing the dishes, and she joined me. Drying as I washed. I told her she didn't have to, but she said to shut up. I was beginning to like her more and more. I like a woman with spunk, and speaks her mind. Granted, I like a woman who is also feminine too, which I believe she is. There is 3 things I find so sexy in a woman. Her eyes. They hold the keys to her being. Next is her attitude. If she doesn't wilt when faced with conflict and then the sexiest is her ass and legs. If she has that, she is the total package to me. I just never found one yet. But now, I think I may have found one. Only time will tell.We decided to take off around noon, and about 20 minutes before we left, my phone chimed. It was a text coming through. Only a handful of people knew I was going up here, and any of the companies I was working with knew I was on vacation and wouldn't be available.I was sitting in the leather chair when I opened the text. It stated, "You fucking Devil Dog. Thank You for taking care of my baby girl. Just remember who her old man is and not take any liberties that I would not approve of." I sat there and started laughing. Carrie came out of the bathroom and asked what was so funny. So I showed her the text. She too started laughing."See. I told you Jenny would call them. She even gave them your number. Too funny."I texted him back. "You fucking OLD sea dog. Shock was an understatement when I found out who her old man was. Small world. We are going to tackle these mountains together. She'll be in good hands Sir." and I hit send.A minute later, the phone rang. Carrie laughed, then I answer it. "Sir? you fucking idiot. You save that for those weenie ass officers, who still need their mommy's to wipe their asses.""Aye Aye, Master Chief.""Mark. Not sure how you two stumbled onto each other, but actually I am glad. She's a tough girl, but knowing you are there makes my stomach calm a bit. I wasn't too keen on her doing this alone as it was. I know those woods. Lots of animals up there that don't take to humans, especially the cougars and bears. So please be careful.""We will Chief. No harm will come to either of us. Your daughter will be in good hands.""Now why'd you have to say that shithead. Remember what I told you back when you were eyeing up that young PO. It definitely goes for now (laughing). Seriously Mark. I know she is. Just keep my baby girl safe. And for now on, call me John. We served our time."  “okay John. I will. I'll let you speak to Carrie." and handed the phone to her. They chatted for a few minutes. I caught her rolling her eyes a few times, but she was also glad her dad had called.I wish I had a dad that care, like he did. Mine was a cruel SOB. I am not sure why my mom ever stayed with him. Hell, when he died, I did not even make an attempt to go home for the funeral. My sister did, but only because she wanted to be there for mom. I did go home for mom's, when she died a few years later.Carrie said her goodbye's, then handed the phone back to me. She just shook her head and then laughed. She kept on laughing then too. I was perplexed, as to what she found so funny.She calmed a bit, then said, "God Mark. When you answered the phone and heard his voice, you went parade dress attention. I bet you didn't even know you were doing it. It was so cute. But you know what, now that I really think of it, you are a lot like him in so many ways""Is that a bad thing?" I asked. "Hell no. Just funny though. He never liked Jack. Jack would never look him in the eye, and that bothered dad. Can't trust a man who won't look you in the eye, he used to say. Guess he was right. He must like you some, or he wouldn't have called you like that."Chapter 6.Carrie was dressed in tight jeans and a sweat shirt, This sweat shirt hugged her body nicely, and judging from the two peaks I saw, she wasn't wearing a bra either. Her ass was like a dream to me. Nice and full, and the way the seam disappeared into her as, just made me think of badly I would love to be those pants right now.We got the Lake Placid and found a sporting goods store. Inside, she tried on a few pairs of boot, until she found one she said really fit her nicely. Even the swollen ankle fit into it, which kind of surprised me. She also bought some socks. A couple of thin one's to use on her bad foot and some thicker woolen type socks. Of course they matched.Carrie also bought a new rain slicker, with hood, and I figured, what the hell, and bought one too. Mine was old and ragged looking. After our purchases, she sat down in a chair at the front of the store and put on her new socks and boots. She said she wanted to start breaking them in. Of course I asked how they felt around her injured ankle, and she said great, but who knows for sure.The rest of the afternoon, we did the basic sightseeing around town. Every once in a while, we found a place to sit, that was out of the weather, so she could rest her ankle. She said it felt fine, but never complained when I suggested a rest.By 5pm, we were both pretty hungry, so we started looking for a place to eat. We found this quaint little restaurant that served American flavor. I opted for a steak, and she did too. The girl could eat, but lord knows where it goes on her. We had a really good time while eating. We found out stuff about our early lives. Of course, hers was moving from base to base, and mine was not really giving a crap about school and getting into stupid trouble. She also found out how I detested my father when I was a teen.For me, this felt like a date. I usually am tongue tied during these events. But with her, I felt really at ease and conversations moved smoothly, like we have known each other our whole lives. One thing I did notice, that anytime her parents were mentions, she had this twinkle in her eye. She adored them, which was hard for me to understand. My parents weren't all that interested in what I did, and I pretty much gave up trying to get them to show me any affection or love when I hit 14, it just wasn't going to happen. To my mom, my sister was an angel, and I was the devil. For Carrie, she was their parents whole world, especially her dad.She had me in tears with some of the dumb things her dad used to do with her. Playing dress up and Barbies and such. If you knew her dad the way I know him, you would never think in a million years he would do things like this. For some reason, the more she talked, the more I was beginning to really like her, and I mean like in how a man wants to be with a woman. To share things with, and be with.We left the restaurant about an hour and a half later. The rain had stopped, so we decided to just walk around a little more. As we walked, she took my hand in hers, like two teens would do. Now I am not the type that shows public displays of affection. I never did that, only because I really never saw it from my parents when I was growing up. But, her hand in mine felt so good to me. Then she just leaned over and kissed me on the cheek.I looked at her with a questioning look. "Thank you again. My vacation could have been ruined, or even worse, still stuck up on that mountain side.""Actually" I said, "Maybe it is fate, we found each other. But I will say this. I really like being with you" She just looked at me and smiled, and gave my hand a little squeeze in acknowledgement."Mark? Weird question." she paused, then asked, "What's your perfect woman to be with?""Oh God" I said, "Actually, I don't want a perfect woman. I want one that when we are together, we can laugh, or cry, without feeling it's not right to do. I'd want one who is independent, and doesn't need me to keep her happy, but also, wants me in her life because I do make her happy, and she makes me happy too. She should be one with a strong mind and not afraid to speak her mind, or argue. But if we do argue, it is about something important in our lives, and not something petty, like I see so many do nowadays. When I commit to someone like that, I want that same commitment in return. It's either all or nothing, because I only want to do this once in my life, and as you can see, I have never found her, nor have I really looked all that hard either. And lastly, when we are apart, she is the only person I am thinking of, and wishing I was with her, even if it is occupying the same room with her...... What's your perfect man you want to be with ?"She laughed, then got a very serious look on her face. "To be honest, I am not sure anymore. I thought when I met, and then married Jack, he was the perfect man. Rugged, good looking, and always attentive, when he wasn't deployed. But as time wore on, he quit being attentive and acted like I was there to serve him. I felt as though I was raising two kids at times. I guess I want what you want, but in a man. I want it an equal partnership, and I base that on dad and mom, because they have that and always have, and it is what I grew up with. I want him on my mind 24 / 7 when we are apart, and when we are together, there is no one else alive that makes us happy, well except Jenny. I want to be able to look across the room at him and just make love with our eyes. I know, sounds corny, but that's what I want. As for love making, that's exactly what I want, love making. Pleasuring my man like no other woman can, and he pleasure me in the same way. To that end, it is a two way street. If you give 100%, expect to receive 100%. back. The last couple of years of marriage, now that I think back on it, it was mostly I gave, he took, and could care less about my needs at all, and I doubt highly he was even thinking of me then."With that, I just looked at her and said, "Well, sounds like we have some things in common again. As silly as this sounds, but this feels like a date we are on. But you know, it feels good. I'll be honest Carrie. I have never been in love before. I am not sure what that feels like. But I won't lie either, never have since being in the service, and I never will either, I like being with you.""Good to know Jarhead. I like being with you too. But, does my race bother you at all?""You're kidding right? I think you are one beautiful woman. And if I may be so bold, a very sexy one too. Granted, you have a better tan than me, but that's only because of my Irish blood. We don't tan well. All kidding aside, why would you ever think that it would bother me?""Oh Mark. I didn't mean it in a bad way but, when I was growing up, kids weren't so nice about, from both races. About 4 years ago, I was dating a guy and he met my parents. Even though mom comes from a mix race parents, she is darker than me, and when he saw that, he sort of just couldn't handle that. Since then, I haven't dated at all."I chuckled, then said, "Good thing I already know your parents and I like them. I definitely respect them even more. Back when they got together, and hell, even your grandparents, that was a lot harder to live with. People are so judgmental and mean. But No, your race means nothing to me. To me Squid, you are one Hot looking woman.""Keep talking like that Jarhead, and I just may let you stick around me another day or two."After driving back up to the cabin, our talk turned to our hike in the morning. We decided to look over the maps and see how we would tackle it and what to bring. I asked her if she minded sharing a tent with me. I told her it was a 4 man tent, and would lighten the load of the pack. She even agreed to that. My backpack was almost as big as the one I had in the service, which is called a rucksack. I will be able to get the tent and my sleeping bag in it, along with a small shovel and then a lighter, and food. If I pack right, I can get her sleeping bag into it and give her the lighter things like a coffee pot and water, and her carry the food. Just take enough for the day, and no more. Plenty of food bars and the such and canned stew. After eating M R Ees most of my life, canned stew is gourmet eating.Once we got back to the cabin, we laid out the map and plotted our course. Once that was done, I went and showered, then packed my pack. Carrie was showering then. I changed into just running shorts and a t-shirt. When Carrie finished, she came out wearing just a flannel shirt again. Last time she had it on, she had it buttoned all the way to the top, except for the last button. This time, the top 3 buttons were left undone. "Damn. She does look sexy like that." I thought.We packed up her backpack, with food and such, and even a change of clothes for the both of us. I recommended sweats for at night, since it will be chilly up there, but she also pack a flannel, which she said she prefers sleeping in. One thing I did pack in my pack, was my 9millimeter Glock. I have a permit for it, and I did inform the rangers that I was carrying it up there. Way too many wild animals that could prey on us. But, I did not tell Carrie this. Not sure how she would react. Hopefully, we'll never have to use it. One thing I did pack, was a roll of toilet paper. Carrie laughed at that one. But once you are in the field, like I have been on patrol, it's a comfort of home you want more than anything, and it beats leaves.After packing, we retired to the living room, where Carrie turned on the TV. Checking the weather first, then some sappy movie she liked. I got us some beers, to which she toasted, "To a great adventure tomorrow.", as we clinked bottles together. I then pulled out the ace bandage we bought earlier that day.As she sat on the couch, she placed her bad leg over her good one and let me take off the tape, It ankle was a bit swollen, but not like it was yesterday. It was very hard to keep my concentration on her foot, because of her sexy legs right there. "God, I wish we were lovers. I would love nothing more than to kiss my way to heaven right now." is all I could think about. But I pushed those thoughts aside, knowing my chances of that were quite slim, for now.Once I had her all wrapped up, I suggested she use the thinner of the socks tomorrow. She said her ankle feels really good wrapped like this. She then patted the couch seat next to her, for me to join her. She was sitting next to me with her legs folded under her. As we watched the movie, not much was said. We just enjoyed each other's company. I wondered if this how couples spent evenings together. I had never been in one before, and still am not in one, but this is close, I guess.I have never let a woman get that close, even the one I lived with. To her, I was a place to live and a fuck. And I viewed her pretty much the same way. We never got mushy or even showed PDA. We just existed together and pretty much fucked. Of course, back then, I was in my 20's and sex was all I had in mind. Not once was, I love you, ever spoken between us.... When the movie ended, Carrie stretched and said she was tired and needed some sleep."So Jarhead, you take the bunk tonight and I'll use the couch.""No. You take the bed. Please. I am fine out here. This couch is pretty comfortable actually." though I was lying through my teeth. The couch sucked. But I was raised with some manners, mostly obtained in the Marines."God. You Gyrene's are so bull headed. Next time, I take the couch."I don't know what possessed me, but I leaned over to kiss her on the cheek, and as I got close, she turn her face to me and it landed on her lips. It was a quick one, intended for her cheek.I stammered then saying, "Sorry. That was meant for your cheek. And thank you for a great day. I really like being with you"She giggled, then grabbed my face with both of her hands and kissed me on the lips."I prefer the lips to a cheek, any day of the week Grunt." then stood and walked towards the bedroom. I couldn't help but watch her fine looking legs and ass, as she disappeared down the hall, saying good night to me, softly.Chapter 7.I was up at 6am. I got coffee going and changed into jeans and a polo shirt. About an hour later, I heard the toilet flush, so I started breakfast, It was best to eat a big breakfast, since lunch would consist of power bars and water.Carrie came out in the same flannel that she had on the night before. "God this woman makes me crazy for her. " I thought. One thing I have noticed, she is not big with wearing make-up. She doesn't need too. She's one of those women who could easily go without it. I bet she is smoking hot when she is made up.After eating, I did the dishes up, and she went and changed. The weather called for a daytime temp of 70 and tonight in the 50's. But on the mountain top, it would be in the 40's.Carrie came back to the living room, dressed and ready to go. She had on a pair of khaki shorts, that hugged her frame nicely and a light green shirt, and judging from the way the nipples were poking through, no bra. This could be a long hike today. I must keep my mind out of the proverbial gutter.I asked how her ankle felt, and she said fine, just a little bit of stiffness. I told her we would rest as many times as she thought it was needed. It should take about 4 or 5 hours to get to the top. After putting on our gear, which included now, a thermal mat to put under the sleeping bags my uncle had, we left, making sure the cabin was secure.The trail we chose was not all that hard, compared to some of the places I had to climb in Afghanistan. Carrie was keeping up too without a problem, If her ankle hurt, she surely didn't say. Most times I would let her lead, and got to watch not only the scenery, but also her lovely ass and legs. Now that was picture perfect. Her body could put 20 something year olds to shame.We stopped for lunch about a mile and a half from the top. There was a clearing that overlooked a valley below, and the sight was breathtaking to say the least. Carrie was all giddy about this and took out her phone and started taking pictures, commenting how beautiful it was. I too, took a few photo's with my phone as well.After a brief rest period, we continued our trek up the mountain. The higher we climb, you could feel the air getting cooler, but not cold. That would come later this evening, but we were prepared for that.I was letting Carrie lead us this time, and I could not help but watch her body as she walked up the trail. She had asked the previous day, what my perfect woman would be. Well, if it was just the body, then hers would be it. Toned legs, and a great ass. Slim waist line, and a shocker to most, but small boobs. I have always preferred a woman with smaller chests. I just think they look incredibly sexy. So Carrie fit that build to a tee.Would I like to be her lover? Hell yes. Who wouldn't want too. But, there was no way I would ever make the first move. Not only out of respect for her, but also for her dad, who I respected a great deal. If sex was in the cards for us, she would have to initiate it. But in reality, any time you have sex with a woman, it is always her call, unless you are a complete asshole.As we continued our climb, a couple, not more than 25 I'd say, was descending from the top. They greeted us and told us what an awesome view we were to behold, once we made it to the top. We found out too, that they were on their honeymoon. They, like us, camped overnight up there and said it was the most romantic place on earth. They then departed after a short rest, and we wished them well on their journey down.Finally, around 3 in the afternoon, we were at the top. The air was cool, but not too bad actually. With the sun beating down, I would venture to say it was in the 50's. I saw a clearing and put my rucksack down, and took Carrie's from her. She ran up another 1000 feet to the top and a clearing. One thing about up here, it is a tourist attraction and has manmade lookout observatories, which takes away from the place. We are going to camp right by a wooded area, away from the trails.Chapter 8."Mark, Mark" she yelled. "Come up and see this."I dropped what I was doing and trekked up to her and she grabbed my hand, pulling me along faster. She was so excited, almost like a kid on Christmas morning. Once up there, we could see all around, and off in the distance, loomed Mt. Marcy, the tallest of these over 40 high peak mountains that made up this range. It was a majestic sight to behold.She skipped up and onto a rock formation to get a better view, and left me with another beautiful view, her. God she was intoxicating to look at."God. This is so awesome. What a beautiful site. Don't you think Mark?"I chuckled to myself, then said, "Yes. It is a gorgeous sight to behold" Now I was staring at her body, and had no thoughts of the surrounding area then.She turned her head, back towards me, and just smiled, and motioned me to join her. She was right, it was breathtaking to look out over the area. Ponds and streams below us. We could actually see a herd of Moose below, by one of the streams. We both took out our phones and took pictures. Carrie cursed herself for not bringing her digital camera. I don't own one, and thought may be when we got back down, we could go to a store and buy one.I suggested she explore a bit while I set up camp. One great thing about this place, it had bathrooms. One for men, and one for women. I figured they were outhouses, but was wrong when I went to relieve myself. Actual running toilets and sinks. I knew some of the other areas we were not going to be that lucky.About an hour later, she came strolling back to where I set up the tent. I had just finished laying out the pad, and placed the sleeping bags on top of it. I wasn't too sure how she would feel about being right next to me, but the pad was only so wide, like the width of a queen size bed.She came inside and looked around. "That looks cozy", then smiled at me. That made me feel a little better. I surely did not want her to get the wrong ideas, like I wanted to do something with her, even though I really did.I got us a fire going then and cooked up a scrumptious dinner of beef stew, and canned corn. We even had bread for dipping. We ate without complaint. In fact, it was quite good. Trust me, after eating M R Ees (meals ready to eat) in the service, your own boot would taste good.After cleaning up, which included taking our bowls, and the pan to the bathroom and washing them in the sink, I came back and made sure the fire stayed nice. We again sat and talked about our adventure so far."Mark. This has been so amazing today. I cannot believe the sights I have seen so far. And being totally honest. I am so glad to be spending this time with you. God. I love it up here.""I'm glad you feel that way. I am not sure I would find this as amazing as I do now, with you with me. What I am really looking forward too, is the night sky, with all the bright stars. It has to breath taking. Just like you."I think the comment just flew over her head, because she made no remark at all about it. Then said, "I bet sunset is really cool looking up here. Especially when it starts dipping behind these mountain peaks all around us."We finished cleaning up the area. No need for unwanted guest later. I suggested going back up to the top and watch the sunset. I was surprised because as we walked, she hardly limped at all. I figured with the rest we just had, her ankle would be screaming to her.We reached the summit again and surprisingly, no one was there, except for us. We sat on this crop of rocks and just marveled at the sight. The majestic mountains all around us, and the sun slowly setting in the west. A big orange ball.Carrie grabbed her phone again, turned it on and took a picture. Then she asked me to sit close to her and face away from the sun, so she could do a selfie of us, with the sun behind us. That took a good minute to set up, and get it just right in the picture.As we were doing this, a lady ranger just happened to be walking up our way. She was checking the area out, making sure all was fine up here."Would you guys like me to take the picture of you two, with this gorgeous sunset?" she asked."Oh God, would you please?" Carrie answered back.Carrie set the camera back to take normal pictures and handed it to her. The lady gladly took a couple for us, then asked, "How about you two love birds kiss while the sun is behind you. It's so romantic like that."I looked at Carrie, and she at me. I raised my eyebrows like Groucho Marx used to do in his movies. That made Carrie giggle, but then she leaned in and softly kissed me on the lips. I so wanted to part her lips and taste her tongue, but why ruin a good moment. The only lasted a few seconds, when we heard the ranger say she got it. But during that time, Carrie's hand rested on my one thigh. The kiss alone brought a strange sensation to me. One I have never felt before. Maybe it was fear if her dad found out we kissed up here. "Christ", I thought to myself, "I'm acting like some dumb teenager.When we broke away, she smiled a very bright smile. I smiled too, then thanked the ranger for helping us out. She did caution us on making sure we take care of the fire we had, and to make sure all food was secure, and away from our sleeping area.Her hand was still on my leg as the ranger walked back down the hill, towards her car. I looked back at Carrie and she sort of had her head down, like she was embarrassed. I surely wasn't. The kiss brought me alive actually, and if her hand was any closer to my crotch, she may notice that something else enjoyed her lips."Sorry about that" she said. "What. I found the kiss very nice. You have soft lips. Very kissable lips in fact. If given the opportunity again, I would jump at the chance." I boldly stated.We turned again and sat there and watched the sun start to sink behind the mountain tops. As it did, we just talked about our work lives, and things we did during the course of a normal day. Mine is pretty boring actually. I work a great deal. I don't go out much. I am not a bar type of person and have just a few select friends. It's been ages since I went out with a woman. Most that I do know are either married, or divorced with young kids. It's not that I don't like kids, I just don't relate well with them. The only two I get along with are my niece and nephew, but they are teens now and could care less about old Uncle Mark.To be continued, by T. Foxal.

In 2016; a horror movie called “The Boy” was released.  It's about a young woman named Greta, who was hired as a nanny for who she thinks is a little boy.  In reality, Greta's employers want her to care for a life sized porcelain doll named Brahms.  This doll was a replacement for the couple's real child, who died in a fire years before.  Soon strange things start occurring; and at the film's climax, the viewer learns that the real life Brahms did not die at all.  He escaped the fire, and he was living inside the walls of his parent's home for years.  And then…well…you need to watch this movie to find out. This movie makes for a good scare, but imagine for a moment that you discovered someone hiding behind the walls of your house.  For one family, this was a terrifying reality. So close your windows, and lock your doors my spooky friends.  You are about to hear a story that will make you wonder if you are really safe in your own home.  But before we get started, I want to give you all a heads up.  Today, we will be talking about child abuse, sexual assault, and the murder of children and adults.  Listener discretion is advised. Our website is the one stop spot for everything spooky!  Go to https://horrifying-history-shop.fourthwall.com to watch our history videos, find our social media links, read our spooky blog, get yourself some great creepy merch, and to join our fan club! If you are a member of our fan club – you will receive a permanent discount in our store while you are a fan club member.    

Is "Are You a Boy or Are You a Girl?" by The Barbarians the greatest 60s haircut song? Is it a goofy great? a protest song? You better listen and find out ... The Ravens from Columbus, Ohio grew the song out in '66 and add fuzz ... but it's not exactly garage ... or effective. The punk era saw short haircuts but a paradoxically longer version of the song by The Dogs, from Michigan. It rocks and has some cool backing vocals. The 80s garage revival brought back garage cuts, and The Nuthins -from Salisbury, not London! - brought back this one. Some cool 12-string geetar and snotty vocals - slap it on at your next Shindig! More recently, RTX covered the song and it evokes the long-haired 80s. This one's wee-urd! - Jennifer Herrema sounds like Macho Man Randy Savage and the band sounds like several Yngwe Malmsteen's. Yeah, boys wear pants!!!

Grab your nearest coxswain and come learn how to stroke with special guest, Hayden! We're obviously talking about the greasiest butt movie Cage has ever done: The Boy in Blue. Cage plays Ned Hanlon but how does he do in this 1989 Canadian hero biopic? Eh....but at least he is incredibly ripped this time. This is Cage Match.Intro music by: Bill Panks

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Ben enjoys late-summer's lake fantasyBased on a work By glory_first. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.The weather had been glorious in Eastern Tennessee for the last couple of weeks, making a mid-week August visit to the lake earlier in the morning warmly enjoyable, especially in combination with the likelihood of no one else being around as we enjoyed ourselves naked in the water and on the shore. I'm a fire fighter, so I work in 72 hour shifts, followed by 72 hours off. My wife, Cammy and I are naturalists and members of the Miller's Cove club, but she works a typical 9 to 5 job, so she can't join us this week day.Kathy, our bi-curious friend, & Diana, her new girlfriend were today's threesome.  Yesterday we were preparing to leave the lake at the end of another wonderfully hot day. Kathy has been swimming here for two decades at this point, and I'm quite sure that the previous time we fucked was not the only time she had so enjoyed herself in this naturalists' sanctuary. Especially as I had fingered her a couple times before and after that perfect July day in the middle of the lake, fucking in the water.Agreeing to meet early the next morning, the traditional gin and tonic supplies were left to me to handle. The gin, glasses, non-melting ice cubes and cool packs stored in a subzero freezer overnight, with limes and a couple of plastic bottles of tonic water in the refrigerator.The sign along the road read; ‘Miller's Cove Pecan Orchard.' But the drive through the mature trees leads to a gently sloping terrain, and a blueberry patch. The Miller family no longer lives on the orchard, but they formed a naturalists club 22 years ago. Arriving at almost the same time, we quickly unpacked, distributing the supplies to carry, and I put my helmet and jacket in the bike's bags. We walked about 50 yards along the sloping path, with Pecan trees to our left and blueberry bushes to our left & right. We continued into essential middle of the nudist area, this favored summer spot, a nice mix of sun and shade, with a fairly narrow but well maintained entrance to the water, with a broad sloping cove opening up to the rest of the lake. The spot could easily hold a few dozen people, with basic privacy.The ground was untypically dry as we spread out our quilts, a welcome indication of the sort of summer day we had before us, full of warm sun and cool water. We undressed quickly, wearing minimal clothes as we were. Diana was wearing a clinging cotton top with thin straps, sunglasses, loose hair, a pair of jeans, cotton sneakers, with simple comfortable black cotton panties.Kathy was wearing a fairly short skirt and a fairly thin, half unbuttoned top, without sleeves. We do have slightly different styles when undressing, as I generally take off my pants, then my shirt. In contrast, both Diane and Kathy generally take off their tops first, something I always appreciate, as a braless woman in jeans or skirt is extremely attractive. Watching an unembarrassed woman take off her top right next to me is delightful, as I find natural breasts udderly wonderful.Having two topless friends next to me as we undressed, allowed me another opportunity to appreciate the differences between the two. Kathy's tits are heavy pendulous, and full, with large nipples extending up out from the apex of her ‘ski-jump' terrain. Her nipples she loves having touched and nibbled, along with being squeezed, sucked hard, or rubbed and held as she is fucked ‘doggy-style.' As she would gladly admit, or demonstrate, there is a fairly direct connection between her nipples and her erotic center, one she is quite proud of.Kathy, in her later thirties, remains very proud of her breasts, which are often braless when she is being casual. Or shown off when she isn't being casual. Her creativity at showing them off is a well-developed art, something else she likes to be appreciated by others, at least in the proper contexts. It isn't quite about sex, as it is sexuality, and is something she knows will be different in the future, as she has more than occasionally remarked on, noting changes over the years.Facing me, she unbuttoned and took off her thin shirt, then gave me a tiny grin, followed by turning a bit and grinning even more broadly to Diane, forming our semi-circle, facing the cove. So in a sense, we were all screening each other from any casual gawkers while being able to see how empty the lake shore in this stretch truly was.I was already nude, and Diane had just about finished stepping out of her panties. Her hand was on my shoulder, head turned towards Kathy, who said; “Ben, remember last Friday?” then flounced her skirt quite teasingly. Her hands went to the top button, opening it, then she turned sideways to me, her gorgeous breasts hanging as she bent a bit more, and undid the next button. Her skirt was now loose enough for her to pull it up a bit up her torso, revealing pink and white panties around the bottom of her ass.“No, those aren't,” I began.She grinned, answering; “Yes they are!” I looked briefly at Diane, almost chuckling, and back at Kathy, stepping out of her skirt, then did a slow full turn, providing a complete view of her well-worn ‘Hello Kitty' panties. The same panties she had mentioned owning, while eating dinner at our naturalist sanctuary house with my wife and me. Kathy and Diane had come over to do a bit of nude backyard grilling & hot tub relaxation. We got in a discussion talking about ‘Hello Kitty' vibrators and how that brand had changed over the years.Kathy has a firm insistence that toys have no place in sex, at least with her. Pretty much the same thing she had remarked a dozen years ago, after agreeing to test my wife's vibrator for a night. When she handed it back to me, she said she came several times, but really, she wanted fucking or sucking when cumming. “Another person is what keeps sex from being masturbation.” Self-pleasure is something she considers inferior and vaguely shameful. Masturbation is a subject to be avoided, in her eyes; though in the years since, getting off chatting online is something she finds worth her time.In the present, I couldn't help laughing as she shook her ass a couple of times while pulling her panties down. Then she reached out to use Diane as a support as she lifted each foot in turn to finish undressing. I quickly put suntan lotion on myself while the better tanned pair dealt with their raft, a fairly large, somewhat tilted platform with space for three people. I had brought my own raft, the same one I have used for years. One reason to have it is to ensure that certain smoking supplies remained safe while paddling out to the middle of the lake.We reached the middle fairly quickly, the deep lake water was wonderfully warm on its surface, but quite cool just a few feet deeper. This was only my second time getting stoned with Diane, in a nature setting, again pretty much alone. The first time had been picking cherries in the town orchard, something she had never done before, though she grew up in this region. The cherries were delicious, the trees bursting with them, a truly extraordinary harvest after an exceptionally warm and dry spring.Today at the lake, the conditions were enticing. Our nude bodies enjoyed the sun's warmth, rocking gently over the barely noticeable waves. I was lying on my raft sideways, which was lengthwise against the larger raft Kathy and Diane shared. Lazily kicking my feet in breaststroke fashion, the motion kept us moving slowly back to shore. And also kept a tantalizing flow of cool water streaming against my swelling cock, a normal side effect of smoking and swimming, particularly with a couple of naked women in front of me.Diane, in her mid-twenties, is almost half my age. Kathy was at the other end of the white inflated raft platform. I would often lift my head to see our progress across the dancing jeweled water, also taking in the very nearby view of her petite body, quite different from Kathy's lushly tall form. Diane's breasts are quite small, though decidedly elevated & on the perky side, with fairly small nipples surrounding the well-rounded peaks of her breasts. Both Kathy and my wife Cammy, have more pendulous breasts. Kathy is almost as tall as me, while Diane is somewhat shorter than Cammy.Unlike Kathy, whose body I am very familiar with, Diane's is still somewhat unknown. Her devotion to Kathy is apparent, shown by the physically quite obvious attachment to touching and caressing it. An attachment which became obvious again, as Kathy rolled over a bit, letting her left hand begin to trail over Diane's body. She grinned a bit, her body relaxing as her lover began to stroke it gently.Neither of them are exactly exhibitionists, though neither is shy. We all definitely get turned on by getting stoned, and as Diane's leg slid over began to rub along my back; it was pretty clear that Diane had decided to enjoy such an opportunity, nude and private in the middle of empty lake. Little was restraining the pair from their increasingly-affectionate intimate contact. I didn't really watch, though it was not exactly hidden that both of them were enjoying being next to each other, while also experiencing the dazzling sunlight on the water, from an endlessly blue sky.The sun was hot against our well-tanned exposed skin. Kathy and I have known each other for more than 15 years, but this was a different element, if not exactly a surprise. Seeing her with a woman lover was different, especially in light of Diane's own undeniable sexiness. Kathy has never been shy about her ability to love a person without regard to gender, Diane being yet more ample proof of that reality.Kathy and I have talked about sex quite often on the phone. We were both enjoying ourselves when she first revealed her bisexuality. My wife had been upstairs reading in bed during the entire conversation about her favorite lady-loving experiences. When we said goodnight and hung up, my cock was rigid. It didn't take long to spread my wife's legs and drive deep into her cunt before starting to explain what was turning me on so much. 'Kathy is, uh, fucking, Kathy fucks, Kathy fucks' and I started cumming with one of the more intense orgasms of my life when I said 'Kathy fucks with other women,' thrusting my cock into my wife's wet cunt. The revealing words echoing in my mind as my cum pumped so fully into her sexy tightness, her hands at my ass pulling me as her bushy pubis ground against mine, forcing my cock to move at its base, surrounded in her wet perfection as I came talking about another woman.Their raft gently rocked as they drifted further out into the middle. They rolled closer to each other, hugging, beginning to kiss. First almost teasingly, though the intensity quickly grew. Even with my cock tingling in audio temptation, I pretty much tried to leave them some space to themselves. The view of them entwined was quite enticing. The kissing deepened, as their hands found various places to play, between their pressed bodies and between their accessible legs.After a passionate crescendo, they separating themselves a bit. We rejoined the two rafts & enjoyed some nice organic smoke. Its effects filled us with a familiar sense of horniness, especially with other naked people around. Kathy, Diane, & I are certifiable sluts when we get stoned. However, with the breeze picking up a bit, it was no longer possible for me to do more than keep us somewhat in place. Their raft presented a fairly large amount of surface area for the wind to act upon.Mentioning this, I started kicking slowly to reduce the gentle drift, losing ground in the widely spaced rise and falls of moving air. Diane went over the side like a sexy otter, her small breasts enhancing the attraction of her body uncurling into the water. She frolicked in the cool wetness for a bit. Kathy watched from the edge, head on her crossed arms, while I split my attention between both of them. Diane moved closer, grabbed another section of the rope, and started to swim.Kathy rolled over into the water and we settled into a swim rhythm, moving the raft briskly. Her full breasts poked above the water surface as she swam toward shore, sharing a certain familiarity as the raft began moving against the wind. My cock was still hard in the flowing water, turning to look at Diane's naked body in the green tinged water. Diane, her nipples more pointed now than when she first slipped into the water, was looking at Kathy's face. The weed's fresh buzz elevated our serenity while affirming our horniness. Kathy is very easily aroused, her nipples in particular being a favored destination for foreplay.As the breeze died, and we neared shore, Diane and I just floated, our legs drifting together in the water, extended against each's warm skin. It shared a mutual arousal of contact with a living naked person. And one of the most sensuous sensations I know, especially in deeper water, was just floating while buzzed.After approaching the shore, Diane & Kathy scrambled back on the big raft, breasts glistening as their hands began to run over each other's body, slippery as water spread over her oiled back, Diane rubbing her ass over Kathy's. I slowly pushed us towards the tiny cove, Diane's body was drying in the warm sunny air, though the source of our growing heat was not merely the weather.Firmly nudging the raft into the shallow sandy waters, the two women went in front of me, stepping onto the two foot bank separating the water's edge from firm land. They settled on the spread quilt, waiting patiently for me to make some gin and tonics, a perfect drink in such conditions.Preparing the gin and tonics is a fairly simple process. One removes the glasses quickly from the cooler, followed by ice cubes, then limes, and the ice cold gin, pouring the proper amount into the now well frosted glasses, promptly returning the gin to the cooler. The lime is excised with an X pattern, carefully squeezed into each glass. Followed by pouring in the tonic water, and stirring the mixture using the knife that had cut the lime.When the air is already in the nineties around 10am, this is the perfect liquid accompaniment to handle the heat, though it does generate a bit of its own heat in other parts of the body, especially after a naked shared joint.Kathy, particularly, loves drinking gin and tonics, especially when sex is in the air on a cloudless summer morning. She finished her first one quickly. Diane and I drank ours more slowly, savoring the mixture of flavors blending into a perfect liquid whole. Wet yet also crisp, a few degrees above freezing. After finishing her glass, Kathy began giggling about how we should go back out, especially since no one was around. It wasn't quite clear whether this was a specific or general request, not that Diane or I cared much, as we began to mutually explore the possibly delicate boundaries of Kathy's wide ranging sexual tastes.I certainly had no interest in intruding in their blossoming relationship, though I also knew that Diane had been previously involved in a male/female/female threesome, according to Kathy.Diane's relationship also involved sado and masochistic fetishes, at some level. It's a general subject which does not interest me particularly. Well, except for tying up one's lover, which is a standalone idea in my mind. I conceded that tying is a gateway to S & M, certainly drifting into that broad area of control and pleasure through power or helplessness.Balancing her glass on the grass, Kathy told Diane to lay down, since another coating of suntan lotion was important to reduce the sun's less pleasant effects. I began to lotion myself at the same time, including discretely making sure my cock and ass were more than adequately covered in initially slippery protection. Sunburns are something that happen far too often to me, but at least related to these areas, my experience is still zero. Unlike my wife, Cammy, who spent a decade getting used to going topless. After sunburning her nipples the first time she exposed them, She obsesses about SPF issues.After Kathy finished, I asked her to handle my back, something she did pretty sloppily. Obviously, her attention was drifting, though I didn't turn my head to see if Diane was the direct cause or not. Kathy is submissively oriented to men, but markedly dominating with women, having a slave to play with your naked body under the summer sun is likely something Kathy would appreciate, and Diane would likely do. But Kathy may be having some inner conflicts about how to act in a threesome with a man & woman.Now well-lotioned, we stretched out, basting a bit, until another person entered our somewhat discrete space, a buxom middle-age woman. I knew her name was Meg. She's a persona friend of the Miller family, and a charter member of the Cove Club. She often brings a raft, and enjoys spending time floating it, much like I do. As we all casually watched, Meg pulled off her loose cotton dress, unashamed about the fact she wasn't wearing any underwear, allowing her to be comfortably naked without complications.This remains a noticeable trait, at least among the nudists at this lake, definitely including myself. No reason to wear more than the minimum, Kathy will also come to the cove wearing nothing but a dress, as has Diane and my wife. Such times remain a bit of a turn-on, even when sex is simply not plausible. The club has rules about sexual conduct when other uninvolved club members are present. Just knowing that a woman is intimately uncovered is nice. Most of the women I've known who do it, also enjoy its effect on their sense of sexuality, especially with light and swirling skirts.Diane having finished her drink, my two companions were now beaded with sweat, a deliciously erotic sight. Standing, the contrast in sizes and shapes was delightful, as they shared a quick kiss before returning to the water. They went out until about hip deep. Meg, the now-naked older woman spread out her towel in a standard spot at a respectful distance from our party. Then added a bit more air pressure to her raft before heading out onto the glittering water, giving me more excuse to look out at the lake as Kathy and Diane began to turn each other on.Kathy & Diane were hugging and kissing, first one then the other leaning back against holding arms, slowly moving into deeper water. What remained clear enough to see through, their motions had become more sinuous than active. Their movement was growing increasingly intense, especially when they began to rub chest to chest, Kathy's hand holding and spreading Diane's ass.My cock stirred as it became obvious the two ladies were feeling each other up outdoors, enjoying a perfect summer day in nature, indulging themselves at a primal level. It's a level Kathy and I both shared in the past, but that the younger Diane seemed to be enjoying for the first time, in a swirl of gin, weed, nudity, and lust. Diane was doing most of the moving as they kissed. The was reason becoming clear when Kathy shifted her position a bit.Diane was rubbing her cunt against Kathy's upper thigh; gasping a bit when Kathy's teeth began to nibble at her earlobe. A long sigh arose when Kathy's spread hand slid over her ass, and into her crack. By this point, it was Kathy determining the rhythm, making Diane willingly helpless in her arms, adding her own slinky motion side to side.Meg, the older buxom woman, returned to shore, paddling lazily, trying to be somewhat discrete as she looked at them while going past. As she stepped on the shore, her raft next to theirs, Kathy and Diane slowly grew apart, and I sat up, getting ready to make our second round of gin and tonics in the rising heat of the day, the sun rose higher in the sky.As the buxom neighbor approached her towel, I asked; “Meg, would you want a gin and tonic?” She smiled a bit, said; “Sure, Ben.” Over the years, I have learned how her breasts bounce when she walks, how her nipples look when stimulated, and wondered at how her nipples remain so pink. She is easily 1 to 20 years older than me, but her essential blondeness seems real, even if her cunt is always shaved smooth. She carries extra pounds, but mostly on her tits and ass.My two companions followed her in, grabbing towels to dry off, their skin glistening in the sun, both of them aroused, but patient. We all chatted a bit, my attention was split between three lovely naked women.Having only three glasses, it made sense to offer the new visitor mine, after making Kathy and Diane their glasses first. I added extra gin, lime, and water to Kathy's, filling her glass essentially to its rim before she bent down to sip a bit. My hand moved to offer the glass to her spreading lips. Her breasts swayed a bit, and I could see how Diane was looking at them too. Kathy lifted herself a bit on her legs, providing a perfect view of her spread labia. Kathy is blessed with large and proud plump labia, the largest I have ever seen and touched, personally.Making Diane's drink went quickly. I handed it to her, sitting next to the now essentially squatting Kathy. Diane's own legs were spread, crossing her feet in front of her, giving me an unavoidable opportunity to look at her turned-on swollen cunt, the outer lips a bit dark, the inner lips darker, a bit crinkled. Kathy noticed me looking, but only grinned a bit as she sipped from her frosty glass, then sensuously kissed Diane.Returning my attention to making the next gin and tonic, I smiled at the neighbor woman as I determinedly did not look at the pair near me. The sounds of kissing provided an idea of what they looked like. However, Meg's attention seemed focused on the kissing couple. I saw a certain look of lust begin to appear on her face. It wasn't surprising in itself, as I was also starting to get a bit hard. But it was the first time I had saw a woman getting turned on watching two other naked women playing with each other. Admittedly, this was also my first time, and I was fairly certain my face looked much the same as her's did.I shifted a bit, moving forward, offering Meg the drink with my left hand as Kathy murmured that maybe it was time to get lotioned before returning to the water. Diane went prone & stretched out, and Kathy quickly covered her back and shoulders. Her hands straying down to her small breasts, making Diane get up on her knees a bit as Kathy's hands slid over her nipples. Kathy then did her own face and arms before laying down, letting Diane spread suntan lotion over her back and ass, hands sliding over Kathy's spread thighs.Diane also did her own face and arms, as Kathy sat up, positioning herself in front of Diane. The pair began to take care of their fronts and legs, while I took a sip of Kathy's almost finished gin and tonic, Diane's having been emptied fairly quickly. The older woman noticed this, remarking that I was welcome to share hers, along with a compliment of how perfectly it tasted on such an August day.Diane and Kathy rose, giggling a bit as they returned to the water. Their hands strayed over each other's oiled ass cheeks. After taking a couple of steps into the water, they turned to each other, clasped hands, and began kissing.Offered the two thirds empty glass, I remarked that it would be simple to refresh it, if she wished to drink some more. Her head still turned towards the water, she distractedly said 'sure' again, prompting me to focus my attention on making another fresh drink, knowing that any later ones would not be as nearly chilled. The brisk chill is a major part of the pleasure of a good gin and tonic in the intense heat.Between pouring, slicing, and squeezing, I glanced at her. Meg was sitting with her legs at an angle to the shoreline, sweating a bit in the sun. A another female scent was beginning to perfume the air, one that drew my attention to her. My cock began to swell against my thigh. I shifted a bit before handing Meg the well-beaded glass, making her shift in turn, getting a bit closer.Being done with drink making for now, I offered to lotion her back, something we have done occasionally for each other over the years. She is almost always by herself at the lake, and like me when alone, rarely talks much to anyone else. Spreading the white lotion over her shoulders, she asked about the pair in the water, who I know noticed had moved out further, pressing tightly, breasts rubbing, Diane's hand clearly between Kathy's legs.“Well, they're friends,” I managed to say before she laughed a bit. Meg replied, “Yeah, that's pretty obvious.”Kathy has been a regular bather here for 20 years. Meg helped the Millers build the social club, and comes every summer, even though she doesn't know most of the newer ‘kids'. I was trying to explain Kathy's and Diane's relationship, when in fact a major part of it was currently completely public in front of us.It seemed a bit amusing. Especially since Diane was obviously being finger-fucked by Kathy. Kathy's hand was moving at the center of Diane's spread legs. I heard “Could you, could you lotion me, everywhere?” Meg was pulling my attention back. Our glass was empty, the shoreline still empty except for us two. We were obviously getting turned on watching two women have sex in the water in front of us.She turned a bit closer, while also spreading her legs in the direction of the water and resting back on her elbows. I knelt with my feet out past her hips, my legs bent, & squeezed some lotion onto my hands. I began working over her shoulders, sliding down her sides, moving between the already oiled and still to be oiled skin. I only slowly moving inwards towards her grand tetons. After her nipples became turgid in my distributing fingers, I started rubbing her stomach. She began to coo very quietly, slumping further back a bit, head lolling, giving a wonderful view of her breasts.My hands moved down along her thighs, her knees slowly began bending. Her crotch slowly opened up, the closer my hands approached her pubic region. Soon, her warm skin began lightly touching my legs, her legs spreading as my oiled fingers began sliding downward over her smooth shaved pubic mound, and separating around her cunt lips. Looking out at the water, I saw the two naked women kissing passionately, arms reaching down in the water, hands clasping asses tightly, oblivious to everything except their own pleasure.My cock was hard, and Meg's deep breathing amplified as her back fully relaxed down on the quilt. The sounds of her awakening sexuality was incredible, well matching the feeling coming from my finger as it began to slide into her wet cunt. She hissed 'oh, fuck yes' as my other hand reached up to her near tit, pulling her nipple and rolling it in my fingers. My hands were sliding over both her upper & lower hardened spires. This was hardly the first nor fifteenth time I had finger-fucked a woman at the cove, but it was certainly the first time I had ever done it with others around.Even if one of the others was the first woman I had finger-fucked here in the summer sun, beside my own wife.  I gave up all further pretense of distributing SPF lotions, and sat cross-legged, with hands on two of Meg's very hard nubs. Our eyes were on the water nymphs.Kathy is someone who definitely favors having her cunt filled, unlike most women in my experience, who much prefer having their clit played with. Meg had a big nubby clit. It now poked out beyond her hood. I was rubbing Meg's big clit with my thumb as she fantasized of the naked lovers in

Description: We've got an absolute legend in the house. She's a country music powerhouse, a Grammy winner, a TV star, a best-selling cookbook author, and honestly, probably the only person who could out-sing you and out-cook you on the same day — we're talking about the one and only Trisha Yearwood. You know this queen's voice from classics like 'She's in Love with the Boy' and 'How Do I Live' — songs that have made us cry, and belt in our cars, and maybe text someone we shouldn't. And now, she's back with a brand new album called The Mirror — and let us tell you, it's not just a comeback, it's a reflection, literally. It's raw, it's real, and it's perhaps her most vulnerable project yet. The Mirror is Trisha's first album where she's co-written every song, stepping into new creative territory as both a singer and songwriter. It's a window into Trisha's life at this moment—a culmination of decades in the spotlight, but told on her own terms. It's not just an album—it's a statement of identity, and an invitation to look at yourself with courage and compassion. We're talking about life, love, growth, and how Trisha continues to reinvent herself while staying grounded in what matters. So grab a coffee, or something stronger, and get comfy — because Trisha and Jen are inviting us into their conversation on how we let go of the things that no longer fit who we are so we can embrace the things putting fresh wind at our backs. Thought-provoking Quotes: “There's something in me that really believes in me. It has to be or I wouldn't be sitting here doing these things.”– Trisha Yearwood “I've never been a person who could answer the question, ‘where do you see yourself in the next five years?' I just know that I'm open to the opportunities.”– Trisha Yearwood “For a long time. I let the approval part of me drive the car. I drove that car to plenty of places I was out of alignment with. I don't think I'll ever be completely rid of that voice, but she's in the backseat now. She's not driving the car anymore.”– Trisha Yearwood “Songwriting makes you instantly intimate because you're having to be really vulnerable.”– Trisha Yearwood “From a young age, a lot of women are taught that we don't get to write our own story and we don't get to take control. But you get to decide what the truth about you is and how you want your life to be.”– Trisha Yearwood Resources Mentioned in This Episode: The Mirror Album by Trisha Yearwood - https://trishayearwood.lnk.to/TheMirror Trisha's Southern Kitchen on Food Network - https://www.foodnetwork.com/shows/trishas-southern-kitchen Dry Needling - https://my.clevelandclinic.org/health/treatments/16542-dry-needling Frozen Shoulder in Menopause - https://bit.ly/44NNOJi Awake: a Memoir by Jen Hatmaker - https://amzn.to/40Og791 Walkaway Joe - https://open.spotify.com/track/5pzoq7ggrA0GN3SMjy0NT8 She's in Love with a Boy - https://open.spotify.com/track/4EJvW4NHAk7TrIeX44jjXF The Song Remembers When - https://open.spotify.com/track/4dS7TYCTGKyhs9ZDt8iPcT The Bluebird Cafe - https://bluebirdcafe.com/ TalkShopLive - https://talkshop.live/channels/trishayearwood Guest's Links: Website - https://www.trishayearwood.com/ Instagram - https://www.instagram.com/TrishaYearwood Twitter - https://x.com/TrishaYearwood Facebook - https://www.facebook.com/TrishaYearwood Youtube - https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCw0Nn2LTsXGB0rP53Z0ACWQ TikTok - https://www.tiktok.com/@itstrishayearwood Connect with Jen!Jen's Website - https://jenhatmaker.com/ Jen's Instagram - https://instagram.com/jenhatmakerJen's Twitter - https://twitter.com/jenHatmaker/ Jen's Facebook - https://facebook.com/jenhatmakerJen's YouTube - https://www.youtube.com/user/JenHatmaker The For the Love Podcast is presented by Audacy. To learn more about listener data and our privacy practices visit: https://www.audacyinc.com/privacy-policy Learn more about your ad choices. Visit https://podcastchoices.com/adchoices

This week, Armon is once again joined by Carl Lamarre, Senior Director of R&B/Hip-Hop at Billboard, who kicks things off by standing on business when it comes to Drake (2:28) - favorite deep cut, favorite feature, and top five albums. Next, the guys dive into the CHAT - Clipse's ‘Let God Sort Em Out' (7:57), Giveon's ‘BELOVED' (16:03), Justin Bieber's surprise album ‘SWAG' (22:52), Future's ‘DS2' turning ten years old (28:30), Drake's “What Did I Miss?" debuting at #2 on the Billboard Hot 100 (38:53), and The Boy's comments about UK rappers at Wireless Fest in London (46:42). This week's LUNCH BREAK includes commentary on the end of Love Island USA Season 7 (57:56) and predictions for WWE SummerSlam (1:09:38). As always, the episode closes with the SLIDE DECK (1:16:28), which going forward will only be available on Patreon - patreon.com/staybusypod Stay Busy with Armon Sadler⁠ https://www.instagram.com/staybusypod/⁠⁠ https://twitter.com/staybusypod⁠⁠ https://www.tiktok.com/@staybusypod⁠ Armon⁠ https://www.instagram.com/armonsadler/⁠⁠ https://twitter.com/armonsadler⁠

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Matthew James Thomas opens up in this heartfelt conversation about his journey from a rebellious, bullied teen in the English countryside to finding truth and belonging on stage. Growing up feeling misunderstood, he found safety and purpose in acting, discovering early on that truth-telling through performance was his way of making sense of the world. He shares the emotional weight he carries playing Harry Potter on Broadway, how he navigates the show's intense emotional peaks night after night, and why live theatre never gets old — even after over 135 performances. We also dive into the legacy of Spider-Man: Turn Off the Dark, his love-hate relationship with social media, and why he believes musicals are only great when they get it exactly right. And yes, there's some mutual fan-girling over Severance, a hilarious attempt at explaining Les Misérables, and plenty of insight into what makes live theatre both terrifying and electrifying. Matthew James Thomas is a British actor, director, and songwriter. He originated the title role in the 2013 Broadway revival of Pippin, starred as Peter Parker in Spider-Man: Turn Off the Dark, and has appeared in Accused, Summer of Rockets, Britannia High, Billy Elliot, and About a Boy. He currently stars as Harry Potter in Harry Potter and the Cursed Child on Broadway. Connect with Matthew: Instagram: @mattjamesthomasyes Connect with The Theatre Podcast: Support the podcast on Patreon and watch video versions of the episodes: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Patreon.com/TheTheatrePodcast⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ Twitter & Instagram: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠@theatre_podcast⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Facebook.com/OfficialTheatrePodcast⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠TheTheatrePodcast.com⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ Alan's personal Instagram: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠@alanseales⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ Email me at feedback@thetheatrepodcast.com. I want to know what you think. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

ANOTHER  Victorian sci-fi episode by Gil SchmidtTimeless Stray: Investigators in Victorian England are hired to find out whether a fortune teller is real or if she is a charlatan. In any case, sometimes the future should just be left alone.Gil introduces himself here..."I was born. I'm told I was very little. Had to grow, but did so by tearing around the neighborhood crashing into things (trees can be tricky) or acting like each baseball game (or any game, for that matter) was a "winner take all" epic. And by reading. Plenty of short stories, particularly those in "Ellery Queen's Mystery Magazine" and "Boy's Life." Also comic books, tons and tons of comic books, along with science fiction by the truckloads. And anything else I could find, from "Newsweek" and "Reader's Digest" to "Highlights" and the encyclopedia. Started writing at 12, have kept at it since. Not as prolific as I like, but then again, whose fault is that? I say the trees, who have a record of 11-0 against me. On the other hand, my stories have appeared in thousands of printed pages, so maybe I have evened the score."Find Gil on his Amazon author's page at www.amazon.com/author/gilcschmidtFind him on Facebook HERE! http://www.facebook.com/JeniusPublishersIf you'd like to purchase other books by Gil Schmidt, which have many more stories for your reading enjoyment, you can find them here... https://www.amazon.com/Gil-C.-Schmidt/e/B008A7SFAC/ref=sr_tc_2_0?qid=1484923242&sr=1-2-entWe love our listeners, fans and patrons! If you loved what you heard, please like and subscribe at http://untold-tales.com Music by HookSounds https://www.hooksounds.com 

Swanner and Judd talk about: Drag Race; Love Island; I Kissed a Boy; Big Brother; Sakamoto Days S2; chefs with hair transplants; and more! Left Click To Listen, Right Click Here To Download

Boy, he sure could make you laugh. Malcolm-Jamal Warner of the "Cosby Show" has died. Plus: An ethical dilemma with the Labubu toy An interesting decision with the Kits pool reservation system. And, Drew sees Superman for a second time That and more on today's Nat & Drew Show!

Episode 629. We read and react to a review of KISS Smashes, Thrashes & Hits. Boy is this reviewer spot on! But this review leads into deeper discussions of greatest hits albums, record label influence and contracts and then somehow we get into a AC/DC discussion. Press requests please contact Michael Brandvold at www.michaelbrandvold.com Since […]

ACOFAE Podcast Presents: Eurotrip: "King. Cooper." A movie that represents: a time, a place, a feeling, a moment is absolutely Eurotrip. Placed firmly alongside other raunchy comedies of its time, Eurotrip may have gone under the radar for some people but not ACOFAE. It's the summer after High School graduation and Scotty is happy with his girlfriend, Fiona, his best friend, Cooper, his plans to work with his dad all summer, and his German pen pal who is awesome and also a guy. Except that Fiona is cheating and dumps Scotty immediately after graduation and Cooper facilitates a trip for them to go to Berlin to meet the German penpal who IS NOT a guy. Scotty's German is schlecht. What follows are European shenanigans and lots of full frontal male nudity which is/was a welcome change of things. "Scotty doesn't know that's Matt Damon." TW / CW: none to our awareness For additional TW/CW information for your future reads, head to this site for more: https://triggerwarningdatabase.com/ Spoilers: Eurotrip Mentions: American Pie, Napolean Dynamite, Interstellar, Ellen, Will & Grace, Friends, Grandma's Boy, Euphoria, Family Guy *Thank you for listening to us! Please subscribe and leave a 5-star review and follow us on Instagram (https://www.instagram.com/acofaepodcast/) at @ACOFAEpodcast and on our TikToks! TikTok: ACOFAELaura : Laura Marie (https://www.tiktok.com/@acofaelaura?) ( https://www.tiktok.com/@acofaelaura) ACOFAEJessica : Jessica Marie (https://www.tiktok.com/@acofaejessica?) (https://www.tiktok.com/@acofaejessica) Instagram: @ACOFAEpodcast (https://www.instagram.com/acofaepodcast/) https://www.instagram.com/acofaepodcast/ @ACOFAELaura (https://www.instagram.com/acofaelaura/) https://www.instagram.com/acofaelaura/

If you've never had the perfect peach, I assure you it's worth the hunt. We take this metaphor as far as we can this week. For my hermit-style singles, it's time to take a little break from your solitude and take a chance on this offer. It's actually just what you need. We end the show this week with Zodiac situationships. Boy, are the Leos frisky! The perfect peach will make you believe in magic again, and maybe that's all you really need. Peach ⚠️ These are performances and for entertainment purposes only. Make Good Decisions www.lovesexandtarot.com lovesexandtarot@gmail.com Socials: @lovesexandtarot YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCydqNGOnIDOvGBm1k01GjAQ

On this week's episode we continue our Summer Camp Slasher Series with "She Came from the Woods" from 2022. This one is a supernatural slasher movie, which we do not often touch on here at SlashU. But we thought it would be fun to cover it for our summer camp focus. Boy, what a great decision that turned out to be! This one is fun from start to finish. As Camp Briarbrook closes up for the summer and the campers go home, the counselors throw one last big party. They get together and perform an annual silly ritual to summon the ghost of Nurse Agatha, who terrorized the camp over 40 years ago. But it turns out the stories about Nurse Agatha are true! She ends up being summoned by their ritual and proceeds to pick off our counselors one by one in an attempt to gain immortal life. Great effects, characters that you love to hate, and a story that zips along so fast you can't even tell it's an hour and forty plus movie. Of course, we found the cheesiest, campiest stuff to focus in on and had a blast talking about it. Enjoy!Follow us on Instagram @SlashU_PodcastEmail us at SlashUPodcast@gmail.comCheck out the Facebook page too: SlashU PodcastClick any of the Amazon links at SlashUPodcast.com to support the showThanks to ZapSplat.com for our Sound FX Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Welcome to the new segment of the Uncensored Humanity Podcast we will be calling Joking in the Boy's Room. My two co-hosts Ethan Frontz and Dennis Heil and I will be discussing current events and other topics we find interesting. The three of us will be sitting down once a month to record a new podcast.   In today's episode we discussed relationships and dating in the current environment. We gave out what could possibly be the most mediocre dating / relationship advice currently on the interwebs. I'm certainly not qualified to give dating advice. But both Ethan and Dennis have been in healthy relationships for as long as I've known them. I personally feel like the current dating circles with all the online / app dating is detrimental to health relationships. Dennis had a great point that the technology should be used as a tool, but not relied upon to determine if someone is a good fit in your life. I greatly enjoyed this episode and I truly hope you get some good nuggets from it. I know I certainly did.   In the future I'd definitely like to get into answering listener submitted questions. So hopefully we can get that going as I think it would be fun to see the boyos perspectives on submitted questions.     If you want to contact the show you can go to https://www.uncensoredhumanity.com/ and fill out the Contact Us form. Or email us at uncensoredhumanitypodcast@gmail.com. Feel free to ask a question to any of our regular guests, let us know if you have a topic you want us to cover or just let us know what you think of the episode. We look forward to hearing from you.       © 2018 Uncensored Humanity   Artwork by Kathryn Kidwell

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Morse code transcription: vvv vvv Manchester Airport brawl accused didnt know he hit female PCs Three killed in explosion at LA Sheriffs Department training facility Boy, 10, dead as nine in hospital after Somerset coach crash Fake Botox suspected in dozens of poisoning cases UK weather Amber warning as thunderstorms to bring flash flooding Dog who helped police Queens funeral dies in crash Trains cancelled after car crashes onto tracks in Harrogate Why the Epstein case looms large in MAGA world Inside the MasterChef crisis as Gregg Wallace, John Torode sacked Astronomer investigating after Coldplay concert embrace caught on video

Morse code transcription: vvv vvv Manchester Airport brawl accused didnt know he hit female PCs Fake Botox suspected in dozens of poisoning cases Boy, 10, dead as nine in hospital after Somerset coach crash UK weather Amber warning as thunderstorms to bring flash flooding Dog who helped police Queens funeral dies in crash Inside the MasterChef crisis as Gregg Wallace, John Torode sacked Trains cancelled after car crashes onto tracks in Harrogate Three killed in explosion at LA Sheriffs Department training facility Astronomer investigating after Coldplay concert embrace caught on video Why the Epstein case looms large in MAGA world

What's the secret to crafting a killer mix? Grammy-winning mix engineer Collin Dupuis joins us to share his insights on mixing techniques, room acoustics, and creative chaos. Known for working with The Black Keys, Lana Del Rey, Angel Olsen, he discusses the evolution of music gear, collaboration, experimentation, clarity in mixing, effective file management, and tools like Soundflow and Samply that streamline workflow. Collin talks about vintage recording equipment, the revival of classic multitrack tapes, and automation in modern mixing. He shares experiences with in-person learning, challenges working with musicians of varying skill levels, techniques for enhancing drum sounds, the importance of headphone mixes for drummers, microphone choices and design, and the historical impact of Stevens tape machines. From live-to-two-track recording to innovative mixing, Collin offers valuable insights into pushing creative boundaries. Get access to FREE mixing mini-course: https://MixMasterBundle.com My guest today is Collin Dupuis, a Detroit-based multi-Grammy nominated and two time Grammy winning mixer, producer, and musician working with artists like Yves Tumor, Angel Olsen, Lawrence Rothman, Special Interest, Boy and Bear, and many others. He also plays drums in his band Zoos of Berlin. In 2024, Collin came to my studio to teach a mixing masterclass that was a ton of fun. We had a full studio of dedicated producers and engineers from near and far. We learned a ton about Collin's sophisticated mixing method, including a better understanding of how a mix template can work in your home studio and a deep dive into RX and how it can improve your mixes. Collin has been a guest on the podcast in episodes RSR252, RSR341 and RSR404. THANKS TO OUR SPONSORS! http://UltimateMixingMasterclass.com https://usa.sae.edu/ https://www.izotope.com Use code ROCK10 to get 10% off! https://www.native-instruments.com Use code ROCK10 to get 10% off! https://www.adam-audio.com/ https://www.makebelievestudio.com/mbsi Get your MBSI plugin here! https://RecordingStudioRockstars.com/Academy  https://www.thetoyboxstudio.com/ Listen to the podcast theme song “Skadoosh!” https://solo.to/lijshawmusic Listen to this guest's discography on Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/0WU3Rx4o79aPlCDRnq4O0m?si=abcc86915abc4b5a If you love the podcast, then please leave a review: https://RSRockstars.com/Review CLICK HERE FOR COMPLETE SHOW NOTES AT: https://RSRockstars.com/515

What happens when children are the absolute focus of a family? Marriages suffer, says Michele Weiner-Davis, a renowned relationship expert who pulls couples back from the brink. We asked Michele to bust some couples myths and set us straight. Boy, she knows her stuff.    Books by Michelle Weiner-Davis: Divorce Busting, The Divorce Remedy, Healing from Infidelity, The Sex-Starved Marriage, The Sex-Starved Wife. The Sex-Starved Marriage, a Ted Talk by Michelle Weiner-Davis. WE'VE MADE PLAYLISTS OF OUR EPISODES TO HELP YOU FIND RESOURCES ON SPECIFIC TOPICS. Here is our first: Parents of Anxious Kids, Start Here⁠ For those brand new to the podcast, we suggest starting with this playlist featuring Lynn Lyons and the 7-part anxiety disruptor series as well as a 3-part series on the skills most helpful in managing anxious kids: flexibility, problem solving, and autonomy. Consult our Spotify profile for the most up-to-date selection.   WIN A COPY OF THE ANXIETY AUDIT COURSE! We will select two listeners who complete our ⁠⁠listener survey⁠⁠. We hope it is you! FOLLOW US Join the Facebook group to get news on the upcoming courses for parents, teens, and kids. Follow Flusterclux on Facebook and Instagram. Follow Lynn Lyons on Twitter and Youtube. VISIT OUR SPONSORS FOR SPECIAL OFFERS JUST FOR YOU: Go to Quince.com/fluster for 365-day returns, plus free shipping on your order! Right now, our listeners get at least an additional 15% off any annual membership at MASTER CLASS.com/FLUSTER . Head to lumen.me/FLUSTERCLUX for 15% off your purchase. Visit Carawayhome.com/FLUSTER and you can take an additional 10% off your next purchase. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

Mitchell & The Dubs Cartel - She Only Loves Me In The Summer She got sunblock on her shoulder, Tastes like mango and rum cola Ripped jean shorts and a loose band tee She said, “Boy, don't you catch no feels for me” She don't text back when the leaves turn brown Only hits me up when she's back in town By the shore with that look in her eye Like we never said goodbye She got a tan line heart and a no-strings soul She laughs like she's never getting old But when the fire dies, so do we Like sandcastles washed back to sea She only loves me in the summer Only wants me when it's hot We burn like vinyl in the backseat Then she's gone like she forgot It's a fling, not forever But damn, it feels so clever Yeah, she only loves me in the summer... And I let her We got beachside secrets, motel sheets Ocean waves and stolen beats She's barefoot dancin' through my mind A full moon kiss with no rewind I play cool but I'm losin' sleep She don't promise what she can't keep She's a postcard written in heat And I'm just the boy she sees between I never said it would last forever I'm just chasing the weather And baby, you knew the score... This love was made for the shore She only loves me in the summer Only when the sun's on blast We melt like ice on the boardwalk Then it's over way too fast It's a fling, not forever But we still surf that pleasure She only loves me in the summer... And I'll remember She said, “Don't fall too deep, babe... I'm seasonal.” And I said, “Yeah... but so is magic.”

Do you sometimes feel like hope is nothing more than a setup for heartbreak? If you're a Highly Sensitive Person, you've probably spent your life preparing for worst-case scenarios and bracing for impact — especially when it feels like life keeps pulling the rug right out from under you. In this episode, Danielle Grosse returns as my guest co-host as we explore how true hope meets us gently in the tension between fear and faith. You'll learn how to recognize false hope, notice God's presence in small but meaningful ways, and discover why biblical hope never rushes you, never shames you, and never disappoints you.   Links Mentioned:   Episode #294: Healing at a Gentle Pace — Why We Need Gentle Words & Ample Time https://cherigregory.com/episode294/ Episode #293: Come Out of Hiding — Your Invitation to Step Into Healing https://cherigregory.com/episode293 Danielle's book The Boy, the Boxer, and the Yellow Rose: Because You're Not Lost. You're Healing.https://www.amazon.com/Boy-Boxer-Yellow-Rose-Healing/dp/1964251532/ Take the “Am I a Highly Sensitive Person?” Self-Quiz https://CheriGregory.com/hspquiz/ Learn more about the Sensitive & Strong Community Cafe https://sensitiveandstrongbook.com/sensitive-strong-community-cafe/  

Watch this episode on YouTube! https://youtu.be/UyYTz3c0wO0 Blaine Miller has been guiding for over 50 years and has particularly extensive experience guiding river tours on the Allagash, St Johns and other vast, remote rivers. Boy does he have some stories to tell!

Boy, it'd be nice to have a guy like Kyle Schwarber playing on the Red Sox // Will this finally be Joe Burrow's break out year? // Jackson volunteers his services to alleviate the local trash worker strike //

Boy, it'd be nice to have a guy like Kyle Schwarber playing on the Red Sox // Will this finally be Joe Burrow's breakout year? // Jackson volunteers his services to alleviate the local trash worker strike // Mego refutes her husband's article about how old school baseball is better // Wiggy imagines the possibility of Boston having a WNBA team // Terry McLaurin is frustrated and Wiggy is here for him being in New England // Scheim does The News: Another day, another giant MBTA meltdown // Governor Healey makes the case for Boston to get a WNBA team // The Jackson 5: A take on current events through a producer's prism // Bill Belichick throws some shade right in Robert Kraft's direction // Hill Noters have a problem with Wiggy's flex request // Mego ends her run filling in for Courtney, thanks Mego! //

Boy oh boy... for an episode about equality this one sure has a lot of boys! And boy, do they talk boy stuff. Though - honestly, not as much as you might think. Brady is joined by Producer Johnny and Bruce Parker, COO of Rocky Mountain Equity. And yes, they talked about games and comics, but there's SO MUCH good stuff about love and equality and community and being your true self. Bruce was an absolute gem in the studio. Show him some love! Thanks to Any Eppler and David Cutter Music for our intro and outro music.Thanks to Johnny Schober for the lift on production.

The midlife crisis continues... Did my Mom fall for a memoir scam?? I'm not sure if I created All Paws Home or it created itself... ASK MY MOM: Little Weed Football League Become a Certified Fan! Help support the podcast and get our Thursday show, More Mama's Boy! Adopt An Episode! Want to show us a little extra love? Adopt an Episode and get a personal shoutout in an upcoming show! This episode was adopted by the amazing Amanda C. from San Diego, CA. Thank you!! Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

The discovery of “black goo” on a boat in Ohio has created a lot of speculation, especially after it was studied by the University of Minnesota Duluth and found to have “20 DNA sequences... including one that was completely novel.” Black Goo has been seen in countless movies, tv shows, music videos, and even commercials. At its core, the black represents void and abyss, the goo being nothing but an amorphous substance or blank canvas on which to paint anything. On a more literal level, this goo is real, be it faulty asphalt or raw sewage. In the case of what was found in Ohio, it is something very genetically mysterious.  From the X Files and Prometheus the substance is an alien virus or mutagenic pathogen. In District 9 it is a biological agent. In Venom it is a symbiot. In Star Trek it is a conscious of malevolence. In Lucy the substance is a drug that eventually allows for evolution of the chapter into a super-advanced intelligence transcending space and time as a black goo computer - when IBM unveiled their quantum computer it appeared as black goo in a clear black box. A few days previous there were two reports about a creature existing between life and death, and small xenobots operating in human cells after the body has died. The strange creature was called “Sukunaarchaeum mirabile,” a name coming from Japanese mythology: Sukuna & Bikona.  Sukuna translates as “lesser name” or “small" Bikona translates as “divine” or “renown.” The name represses the deity Sukunabikona's diminutive stature and humble or lesser status. It is often depicted as a small figure riding in a tiny boat or working alongside the more prominent deity Ōkuninushi. Boats are vessels of guidance across rivers like Nile or Styx, and they also bring civilizers like Oannes, Osiris, and Quetzalcoatl. A Japanese movie called The Boy and the Heron is the recent release from Studio Ghibili, featuring a heron that acts like Charon on the river Styx. The boat in Ohio that passed black goo was also called the Blue Heron. This black substance can also be found in Princess Mononoke, Howl's Moving Castle, and Spirit Away. The Japanese connection is made strange when learning that scientists from that country were working on the hybrid creature in the X Files episode Nisei, which also means second generate, relating it to the Sukuna and that which generates secondarily. In other words, Sukunabikona and Nisei are the Japanese version of homunculus, or little diminutive human which in biology acts as a symbol of sperm in the microcosm. In the macrocosm it is the comet. It must not be coincidence that since 2017 we have seen three interstellar objects pass  through our solar system: Oumuamua, Borisov and Atlas in July 2025. The latter two were comets, made distinct by their tail, essentially making them sperm - “panspermia” means the chaotic distortion of life from the sperm comet to the egg planet. The black substance has also been part of the Covid narrative, due to something called black fungus that people have coughed up. It is therefore strange to find black substances in Moderna vaccines that were pulled from the market in several prefectures in Japan. We just learned this month that AG Pam Bondi just stopped an investigation into Pfizer, a company she was once legal counsel for. This comes after her dropping the Epstein client list, part of a large intelligence gathering operation and blackmail ring largely run by the MOSSAD of Israel. Things get even strange when considering that Epstein was working on a human engineering project with scientists and genetic researchers. It must not be a coincidence that the Trump administration on day one initiated the next stage of the Stargate project, pertaining to universal cancer shots or that RFK Jr. at the HHS authorized universal and flu vaccine development. The top four leaders at Pfizer and Moderna are 75% Jewish with ties to Israel, just as the Stargate Project is 50% the same. And to top it all off, on July 4, the President existed a black cube with his wife wearing a white dress and a black strap, both of which appear to represent the Tefillin worn by Jews, the very group RFK Jr. says are the least effected by Covid. That cube also appeared to display what looks like the entity in Mission Impossible, i.e., a truth eating digital parasite.   *The is the FREE archive, which includes advertisements. If you want an ad-free experience, you can subscribe below underneath the show description.-FREE ARCHIVE (w. ads)SUBSCRIPTION ARCHIVEX / TWITTER FACEBOOKWEBSITECashApp: $rdgable EMAIL: rdgable@yahoo.com / TSTRadio@protonmail.comBecome a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/the-secret-teachings--5328407/support.

Enjoy a preview of Bitch Sesh podcast from last week! To hear the rest of the 60 min + episode and Bitch Sesh's new episodes every week, you can support us as a member for $5/ month here!  (www.caseyanddaniellesgarbageworld.com)Casey and Danielle gather in Soul Ties with the very MESSY Brandon Kyle Goodman to discuss the last month on the Island that somehow felt like a lifetime. Huda and Nickolandria and Amaya and the whole gang weigh on our hearts. A winner was crowned, dry and wet humping abounded and the only loser was a poor lonely singer who had to belt out Moon River over a break up. Boy did we enjoy. For members, here is a link to login and get the podcast feed in your app: https://caseyanddaniellesgarbageworld.memberful.com/account/feeds For questions and common issues, visit https://caseyanddaniellesgarbageworld.com/faqs/

The Caregiver's Journal hosted by Lance A. Slatton with Cindy (PT) & Christina (ST) Hardin-Weiss.   The Caregiver's Journal is the show where we are sharing the caregiving experiences, stories, and wisdom of family caregivers.   Chapter 14 - "Caregiver Support":   About Heidi Lee Cross:   Heidi Lee Cross is a North London-based copywriter, poet, and caregiver. She shares a home with her partner, 12-year-old son, and their cherished dog Bailey. After graduating with a BA Hons Degree in Drama & Theatre Arts in 1996, Heidi embarked on a television career that spanned two decades.   Starting as an intern with Planet 24's The Big Breakfast, she progressed through roles as a runner, researcher, bulletin presenter, and eventually studio and location producer across various television networks. Her passion for writing led her to transition into a successful copywriting career. In 2023, Heidi published a poignant collection of poems about parenthood titled Mum of a Boy.   Her caregiving journey began in 2017 after her father's unexpected passing, which left her to support her mother as she faced early cognitive decline and an Alzheimer's diagnosis. This deeply personal experience inspired her second book, Milk Tulips, a blend of stories, poetry, practical advice, and insights. The book serves as a companion for caregivers navigating the complexities of dementia, especially those raising young children at the same time. Heidi hopes her work provides comfort and encouragement to those facing similar challenges. (both books available on Amazon in hardback, paperback and for Kindle).   About Marielle Molette:   Marielle Molette is a projects officer with an NHS and Social Care background, complemented by her expertise in French and Translation Studies. She lives in North London with her husband and two sons. Her most recent role as a commissioning officer for Barnet Council allowed her to use her skills to lead on various initiatives, including the national Changing Places Toilets campaign. This initiative ensures the provision of fully accessible toilets for individuals with significant disabilities, equipped with specialised facilities such as hoists and adult-sized changing tables, offering dignity and independence to those who need it most.   Passionate about creating positive change and improving the lives of others, Marielle has been a dedicated advocate and caregiver for her mother, who has lived with Alzheimer's for the past 10 years. Her journey inspired her participation in a video campaign by the Royal Free Trust, where she shared her experiences caring for her mum. This initiative aimed to improve outcomes for dementia patients in hospitals, raising awareness about the unique challenges they face, advocating for better care solutions.

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