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Tiffany likes showing, as long as I tell her what to wear.Based on a post by ron de, in 2 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.  I smiled to myself as I waited for Tiffany to come out of the ladies room at the restaurant. The short skirt I'd picked out for her was sexy all by itself. It wasn't sexy because it didn't cover her up. It was long enough to do that. The hem stopped at about the middle of her shapely, sexy thighs. The real threat was that the skirt was a tight fit, and when Tiffany sat down, she had to be careful. If she wasn't, the skirt would ride up, and anyone looking could catch a glimpse of her black boy short panties. It wasn't just the lacy edge around her thighs they'd see, either. If Tiffany didn't keep her thighs together, what people would see was the rounded contour of her mound and the little bulge between her thighs.Tiffany knew this would happen. I'd shown her in her bedroom mirror before we left. She blushed bright pink, but she still put the skirt on. The tight cotton blouse I'd picked out completed the picture. It didn't show anything except the seams of her bra, but then, Tiffany has big breasts and her bra had a lot of seams to show.The door to the ladies room opened just as I was remembering what Tiffany had inside that bra, and she quickly walked to our table. Her face was flushed, and as she walked she kept smoothing the skirt over her hips and looking around is if waiting for something to happen.She grinned when she slid into the chair beside me, then blushed and pulled down her skirt. I chuckled."You did it?"Tiffany nodded."Well, give them to me then."Tiffany reached in her purse, pulled out the black boy shorts and pressed them into my hand. I wadded the filmy nylon and lace into a ball and put my hands to my face as if to cover a yawn. Tiffany's scent wafted to my nose as I inhaled. I smiled as I stuffed the panties into the back pocket of my jeans and then put my hand between Tiffany's tightly closed knees."The guy at that table across from us was watching you when you came back. Wanna give him a little show?"I nudged Tiffany's knees apart just a little and slipped my hand up to the hem of her skirt. Tiffany was desperately trying to keep those knees together."Open up, just a little. I want to see his face when he looks again.""I; I can't. He'll see and think I'm some sort of slut.""Then cross your legs."Tiffany caught her breath."If I do that, he'll see all the way up to my; my; "I chuckled."Probably all he'll see is a little hair; probably; unless you leave your thighs open a little. Then, he'll see something that'll make him choke on his spaghetti."Tiffany's hand was shaking when she pulled mine from her thigh and crossed her legs.The guy was looking then, and while he didn't choke, he did grin.Tiffany tried to act as if she was just eating her dinner, but I knew different. She kept looking up from her steak to see if the guy was still looking. If he was, she'd quickly look away, but she'd be grinning as she did. Tiffany was getting a thrill out of knowing a strange man was looking up her skirt and seeing one of her most private places. Tonight would be a great night.I suppose some people might think Tiffany's a little different, and she is, but it's something I really love about her. I didn't know, of course, that day we met. It took a while for me to figure it out.We met, sort of, at Walmart of all places. I say we sort of met because it lasted only a few seconds. I rounded the end of the aisle with coffee, tea, and creamer and started down the aisle with soft drinks. Tiffany was standing on her tip-toes and trying to get a two-liter of soda down off the top rack. She's not very tall, and she was having trouble. I thought it would be nice to help her so I walked up and asked which one she wanted.She smiled the most beautiful smile I'd seen in a long time."The cola. I don't know why they have to put stuff up so high. I'm just not tall enough to reach."I pulled the bottle out of the rack and handed it to her."You just need one?"She smiled again."Yes, for now. Thanks."The woman put the bottle in her shopping buggy and walked away, but not before I determined several things about her. One, she had really great legs for a small woman, and her hips were fantastic. Her shorts were short enough and fit snugly enough for me to tell that. Two, though her loose top didn't show much of anything, it was pretty obvious the woman was well endowed. Three, she didn't wear any rings on her left hand, but did wear an engagement ring and wedding ring on her right ring finger. Patty, one of the women at work, wore her rings like that, and told me it was to signify she'd been divorced. I suppose it was to tell any man if he couldn't live with that to stay away. Patty sometimes wore a T-shirt that said "I am not a bitch, I am THE BITCH, and to you I am Ms. Bitch." I mostly stayed away from Patty. That shirt was very appropriate.Then there was that smile. It was devastatingly beautiful, and made the woman's face the same way. I honestly thought about trying to catch up to her and introduce myself, but I'm no kid anymore, and she looked pretty young. I figured she'd be polite, but that was about all that would happen.Saturday afternoon wasn't my usual time for grocery shopping, but I went back to Walmart at the same time the next Saturday. I suppose it was wishful thinking. A lot of people shop at Walmart at that time of day. It wasn't likely I'd see her again. I did though, in the canned goods aisle. I'd been thinking about the age difference through the week, and I knew some women like older men. I decided to find out if she was one of them. After taking a deep breath, I pushed my buggy up beside hers and started looking at the canned carrots.The woman looked up and smiled again."You're the man who helped me last week.""Huh; Oh, yeah; that would be me. Need any more help?"The woman smiled again, said, "Nope. I can reach these.", and bent over to pick up two cans of peas. When she straightened back up, she gave me an odd look. I suppose it was because I was standing there with my mouth hanging open. It was that way because when the woman bent over, her shorts rode up a little and I could see out the delicate curve where her hips met her thighs. She smiled again then, but the smile looked a little impish, and her face was a little flushed."Mister, are you all right?"I shook my head, and grinned. She had to know that would happen, and knowing she knew made her all that much more interesting."I'm fine. I was just having a daydream."I stuck out my hand."I'm Bill."The woman took my hand and shook it gently."I'm Tiffany."Well, after that day, I started buying my groceries on Saturday instead of Wednesday night. I usually saw Tiffany somewhere in the store. Sometimes she'd just wave when she saw me. Sometimes we'd talk for a couple minutes about nothing in particular. It took another two weeks before I asked if she ever dated men. Tiffany chuckled."I don't date other women if that's what you're asking.""No, nothing like that. I just thought maybe you'd like to have dinner some night.""So you're asking me out?""I haven't yet, but I was going to. Do you like pizza?"Over pizza the next Saturday night, I learned a lot about Tiffany. She was ten years younger than I, and had been divorced for a while. She didn't say much about her marriage, just that she was glad to be out of it. Even though I didn't know any details, I found myself not liking her husband very much. Tiffany was a pretty woman with a great figure, but she was much more than that. She was a very intelligent and interesting woman. Her outside appearance was just the icing on a very rich cake. I couldn't understand how any man could treat her so poorly that she'd leave him unless he was a complete ass. I don't have much patience for complete asses, and I told her that. She defended him a little."He wasn't like that. He just didn't understand what I needed. I guess he never learned from his dad, and he didn't want to listen to me.""Well, some guys are lucky to have someone to tell them. I guess he didn't. I didn't either. I had to learn it on my own.""How did you do that?""Trial and error in my old sixty Chevy mostly."She chuckled."Front or back seat?""Uh; front. Never made it all the way to the back seat. Girls would let a guy play a little, but except for a couple, they wouldn't let a guy get too far."Tiffany grinned."I was one of those girls - not the ones who got in the back seat -the other kind. It was a thrill knowing I had something guys wanted, and it was a real thrill teasing them, but Mom would have locked me in my room until I was twenty if she thought I was doing more than that.""I guess I never thought girls got off by teasing guys. They seemed pretty reluctant to let you even touch them.""My mom told me the touching would feel good, but nobody buys a used car if they can get a new one for the same price. She said it's better to leave something to the imagination. I got all excited thinking about what boys were imagining about me."I could sympathize with the guys Tiffany was talking about. If she looked anything then like she looked now, they'd have been fantasizing about all sorts of things; just like I was at that very moment. I thought just maybe Tiffany was a little excited by our conversation. I could just make out the rounded bumps of her nipples against her top. They hadn't been there before. I was liking those bumps way too much for a first date.I laughed."You got excited? What you girls did to us guys was a lot more than make us excited.""And what would that be?""Well, a guy can't really hide being excited very well, if you understand what I'm saying. I mean, it's bad enough that at that age it seems to happen all by itself a lot, but when a girl dresses up in little shorts or a tight T-shirt, well; "Tiffany gave me a sheepish grin."So, are you saying I'm doing that now?""Let's just say I need another cup of coffee before I take you back to your house."Tiffany giggled."OK, I'll try to be good. No; what I meant was, I'll try to make sure that problem go away. Oh; not that either. I'll just sit here until it does and not do anything else."My problem did go away about half way through the second cup of coffee, but only because Tiffany asked me about my job. Somehow, talking about being an engineer and erotic thoughts don't go very well together. The problem came back when I drove away from her house though. As she said goodnight, Tiffany touched my arm and thanked me for dinner. That was enough.We dated for the next three months about every weekend, and I noticed a gradual change in Tiffany. She started to ask if I liked what she was wearing. I knew better than to say anything except she looked great. She wouldn't let it go at that. She kept asking me if she looked sexy or not. I didn't have to make up that answer. Tiffany would have looked sexy in sweatpants and a sweatshirt.One night after we'd finished dinner, she asked what she should wear on our next date. I wasn't really sure what she was asking, so I decided to tease her a little and fulfill one of my fantasies at the same time, if only a little."Well, you know, every time I take you somewhere, guys are staring at you. Maybe you should be like you said and tease them a little."Tiffany blushed."You mean, show something.""Well, not everything, but a little peek wouldn't hurt."I waggled my eyebrows a couple of times and then grinned."I know I'd like it.""OK, so what should I wear."I thought about that for a minute. She'd probably never go for it, but;"OK, do you have a top that's sort of loose, and is made of some sort of knit?""I think so.""Well wear that next Saturday and we'll go to the zoo."Tiffany smiled."I don't see how that's going to show anybody anything.""It will if you don't wear your bra."Tiffany turned the cutest shade of pink."Why; why anybody could see how big I am and they could see my ; my; well you know. I'd be embarrassed to death."I laughed."Well, you asked, and I told you."There was that sheepish grin again."I suppose you'd make me wish I had dressed that way if I didn't, too."I hadn't really expected that, but since she'd asked;"I could probably think up some way to punish you, no hitting or anything like that, just something that might embarrass you more."I wasn't sure how she'd be dressed when I picked her up the next Saturday. She wore the top I'd asked her to wear, but she was also obviously wearing a bra. She didn't say anything when she got in my pickup, but she did smile at me, and she shrugged her shoulders.Later that afternoon, after I bought us some sodas, Tiffany chuckled."I guess you see I chickened out?""Yes, I'm not too surprised though. I figured you might.""So, when do I get punished?"I shrugged."Let's go to Opry Mills on Saturday and look around. You can wear the same outfit then, but that won't be your punishment. That'll come later.""What are you going to do to me?" she giggled."You'll see."I pulled my pickup into Tiffany's drive a little after lunch the next Saturday. When I knocked on her door, it took her a while to open it. When she did, she stood behind the door and just peered around it as she let me in."Tiffany, what's the matter?""I; I don't know if I can do this or not. That's what's the matter.""Do what?"Tiffany closed the door and then let her arms fall to her sides."I didn't put on a bra, and look."I was looking. Actually, I was staring. Tiffany had on the same loose top as the Saturday before, but what she was doing to it without a bra was fantastic. The thin material seemed to cling to her skin in places, and her big breasts stood out a lot. So did her nipples. They made big sexy bumps in the top.I chuckled."I don't see anything wrong. All I see is a woman, a really sexy woman, granted, but still a woman.""But my boobies stick out and they wobble when I walk and my nipples get stiff and they show and; "I cut her off."You can go put your bra on if you want, but you'll have to pay for it.""More than for last Saturday?""Oh, definitely more. I can hardly wait."Tiffany frowned."OK; I'll go this way, but don't you dare leave me alone, not even for a second."I had no intentions of leaving Tiffany alone. I wouldn't have strayed from her side for any reason. She was just too damned great to look at. The men sitting on the benches waiting for their wives to get done shopping thought so too. When Tiffany and I walked by, what had been frowns turned into grins, and they followed her every move. I could understand that, because Tiffany's every move caused her big breasts to do a seductive little dance under her top.If their wives happened to be sitting there beside their husbands when we walked by, those men grinned too. Their wives, not so much. I saw a couple women give their husband a whack on the arm, and some quiet, but animated conversation seemed to always followI was watching more than the way Tiffany's heavy breasts moved around under her top. It was obvious that while her face looked a little fearful, she was enjoying herself. Her eyes were always a beautiful part of her face, but as we walked past people going in and out of the shops, they were wide open and almost glittering. I didn't know if Tiffany was becoming aroused, but her eyes said she might be.Her nipples said the same to me. One man, an older gentleman, winked at her as she walked by. What had been two soft bumps in the front of her blouse quickly grew a lot bigger and longer. Where before from a distance, the bumps could have been only a shadow or fold in the material, now there was no question about their origin.We walked from one end of Opry Mills to the other and then back, and I think Tiffany probably turned on every man who saw her except for one guy who was obviously very in touch with his feminine identity. I know by the time we started back, the only thing keeping me from developing a tent in my jeans was watching the guys watching Tiffany as much as I was watching her. As it was, I only had the stiffness of anticipation, anticipation I knew I shouldn't press.Tiffany's eyes were still shining bright when we got in my truck to go home. As I pulled out onto the Briley, she looked at me and grinned."That was fun. I was terrified, but it was fun. Did you see how the men looked at me?"I laughed."Well, Tiffany, you made a whole bunch of guys really horny today. I thought you were enjoying it.""I tried not to show it. How did you know?""Well, your eyes got really big and bright, and your uh; nipples; they got stiff and pushed out the front of your blouse."Tiffany looked down and stroked the soft bump on each breast."I didn't realize they were doing that. I'd have been embarrassed to tears if I had.""Well, they were. They did every time a guy looked at you, well, almost every time anyway.""So, I did good?"I laughed again."If that wasn't good, I don't know what is.""Does this mean I don't get punished?""No, just that you did good today. You still have to pay for last Saturday.""What are you going to do to me?""Nothing. You're going to do it yourself. See that semi up there?""Yes.""I'm going to pull up beside his cab."The pickup responded to my foot on the accelerator, and we were soon cruising along beside the semi."OK, Tiffany, flash the nice trucker.""What!!!""I said, flash the nice trucker.""I'm not showing you my boobies.""You're not going to show them to me. You're going to show them to the guy driving that truck. Now, pull up your top and let him see you."Tiffany put her hands on the bottom of her blouse and lifted it a little, then touched my arm."Please don't make me do this. I've never shown anyone but my ex and my doctor my boobies."I chuckled."There's a first time for everything. Now up with that top or I'll think up some other way to punish you."Tiffany took her blouse in both hands again, looked up at the trucker, and quickly lifted the front over her breasts and then pulled it back down."There, I did it.""No, you didn't. He was looking down the road. You have to leave your top up for longer than a second. Come on, be a good girl and let the guy see what you have.""What if he decides to follow us and when we stop, he gets out and; well, he might do something to me.""I'm sure he'll want to, but I can outrun him; " I chuckled; "Probably.""Oh, I can't. I don't even know him.""Yes, you can; unless you'd rather flash him with something else. You do have a sweet bottom, you know.""Oh, no, not that. I couldn't ever do that.""Well, then up with that top. There are other cars coming up behind me."Tiffany took a deep breath, pulled up her blouse and leaned toward the side window. For a couple seconds, nothing happened. Then, I heard the blast of an air horn, three times. Tiffany giggled."I think he liked me."She hadn't yet pulled her blouse back down."I can see why."Tiffany looked down and then gasped as she yanked the blouse down to her waist."Oh, God, I flashed you too."I glanced over at Tiffany. Her face was pink again, and her eyes flashed with a gleam that could only mean she was enjoying herself."Yes, you did. It was pretty great too. You can flash me all you want."Tiffany giggled as I passed the semi."He waved at me, and blew me a kiss.""I figure that's not what he's wishing he was doing to you right about now.""So, am I done now?""Well; it took you a long time for this one. I think you'll have to do a couple more.""Two more? I was scared to death. That's why it took so long. I can't do it again."I looked over at Tiffany again, and grinned.."I see another truck up ahead. Get ready."Tiffany flashed the second truck a little faster and held her blouse up for almost half a minute before pulling it down."He stuck out his tongue and wiggled it at me. I guess he didn't like me."I had to laugh."Oh, he liked you. He's telling you what he'd like to do for you, that's all.""He'd like to lick my boobies?""Among other parts of you, I expect.""I never thought about that, I mean, I have, but not from a guy I don't even know.""Want me to pull over and introduce you to him?"There was a little tremor in Tiffany's voice."You wouldn't really do that; would you?""It might be fun to watch you flash him up close and then watch what happens. Ever been in the sleeper of a semi?""Oh no; in your truck in one thing. Close enough he could touch me is another. Getting in his truck; Don't you dare stop."I sighed."OK, but you better give a good show to number three. He's coming up in a bit.Trucker number three got an eyeful of Tiffany's big breasts pressed into my side window. It was touch and go for a second, so to speak. The semi veered off to the shoulder a little and then the driver overcorrected and started into my lane. I hit the accelerator and passed him by just as Tiffany shrieked."He was gonna hit us.""Well, you evidently made an impression on him."She giggled."Maybe it was my boobies flattened out on the window.""That'd do it for me.""Are we going home now?""Unless you want to make another trucker's day."Tiffany giggled again."I think I've had about all the excitement I can handle. Wanna get a pizza and eat at my house?"I was thinking I'd love to give Tiffany some more excitement, and when she asked if we could eat at her house, I briefly entertained the fantasy of her naked beside me after I'd shown her just how desirable she really was. She didn't seem to understand that, somehow. I supposed it was how her ex treated her, though I couldn't fathom how any man could see Tiffany as anything except a treasure to be kissed, caressed, and stroked until she became the lover I suspected she would truly be.I knew it was just a fantasy. Though I was pretty certain Tiffany had been aroused by what she'd done, I wouldn't take advantage of that. If and when it ever happened, Tiffany would tell me it was time. Until then, I'd just enjoy having her with me.After that day, Tiffany would usually ask me what she should wear when we went out. I kept her bra-less look for the times we went to a mall or to Walmart. If we went someplace else, I usually said she could wear her bra. I always asked her to wear either little shorts or tight jeans. I loved the way her sexyass looked in both, but of the two, the tight jeans were my favorite. She had a couple pair that were cut very low in the waist, and if she bent over, her panties would peek out. If she stooped down for something, sometimes the start of the separation between her cheeks would show just a little.I loved seeing both, and so did any guys who happened to be within a few feet. We spent a lot of time shopping on Saturday at Walmart where I could find reasons Tiffany should bend over or squat down. She knew why I was asking that, and always giggled when I asked."You know what's going to happen if I do that.""Yep, I do, but the guy coming down the aisle doesn't. Show him that sexy bottom."Tiffany would blush pink, and then try to argue."But he'll see my panties.""Yeah, I expect he will.""He'll be thinking I want him to do something to me.""Probably so. I could ask him if he'd like to go home with us if you'd like.""No, no, no; I could never do anything like that. Don't you dare say a thing to him.""Then bend over and pick up some cans of beans for me, or I will."Tiffany would blush again, but she'd bend over. Usually, the guy would stop, smile, and then push his buggy down the aisle. Once, an older guy said "nice ass, Honey" as he went by. Tiffany caught her breath when she heard that, and then turned around and put the cans in her buggy."Did you hear what he said?""Well, it's true, you know.""You really think so?"I chuckled."Why do you think I always walk behind you."When the weather started to cool off during the day, I had to change my strategy a little. Cold weather meant at least a jacket for both of us, and shorts were pretty much out of the question. Even Tiffany's low cut jeans didn't show anything because her jacket or coat covered half of her sensuous hips.It was on a trip to McMinnville that the idea hit me. I hadn't asked Tiffany to dress in anything special that day. We were just going to one of the nurseries to pick up some shrubs Tiffany wanted in her yard, and I didn't figure there would be many people there. As I drove down the highway, I was remembering how Tiffany reacted to flashing truckers that afternoon, and realized she could show more of herself now."Tiffany, how about taking off your coat.""Why would I want to do that? It's cold."I reached over and turned up the heater control a little."It's gonna be hard to take off your top if you still have your coat on.""I'm not taking off my top. I'll freeze.""No, you won't. You can put your coat back on afterwards, well, after you take off your bra too.""Then I'd be naked under my coat.""Yep. All naked and sexy.""And you're going to make me flash truckers again?""Nope. But you are going to flash somebody.""Who?""I don't know yet. Maybe some guy looking for an apple tree. You can show him your apples.""I don't have apples. Mine are more like grapefruits."I chuckled."I'm sure he'll enjoy them even more then. Now, off with the blouse and bra, unless you'd like a little more punishment. There are a lot of trucks on the road today. I'll bet they'd love getting mooned by your sexyass."Tiffany took a deep breath, undid her seat belt, and unzipped her coat. Once her coat was laying on the seat beside her, she unbuttoned her blouse and slipped it from her soft shoulders. About then, a car passed us. Tiffany grabbed her coat and covered herself up.I laughed."Tiffany, this is a four-wheel drive truck. We're too high up for anyone in a car to see you. You don't have to cover up.""I do if I'm going to take off my bra. Now, don't peek. If I have to flash somebody, I want to flash them, not have you staring while I get my bra hooks undone."I kept looking down the road until Tiffany said, "OK, I have my coat back on now."Except for her blouse and bra in the seat beside her, I couldn't tell any difference, and that was what I wanted. She'd feel safe and at ease until I asked her to do what I was going to ask.She wanted a barberry, and there were many from which to choose. They were all sitting in rows in their burlap root ball bags out in a large area beside the nursery office. Tiffany went from one to the next, looking at the prices. I watched to see if anyone was walking our way. There was one guy about twenty feet away and pretty soon, he started walking toward us. Tiffany was bending over to look at the tag on the shrub in front of her.In a quiet voice, I said, "Tiffany, open up your coat."Tiffany snapped upright."What!""I said, open up your coat.""Out here? In front of everybody?""Well, everybody is just one guy, and I don't think he'll mind. Of course, if you're too slow, I'll have you walk around a little with your coat open.""But this place is so open. Can I just show you instead?""Oh, all right. I suppose, but you better leave that coat open for more than a couple seconds."Tiffany stuck out her little pink tongue, but unzipped her coat. After taking a deep breath, she opened it a little. I saw beautiful, deep cleavage, and a little of the round lower part of her big breasts. After a couple seconds, Tiffany closed her coat, zipped it back up, and smiled."Satisfied now?"

Tiffany likes showing, as long as I tell her what to wear.Based on a post by ron de, in 2 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.  I smiled to myself as I waited for Tiffany to come out of the ladies room at the restaurant. The short skirt I'd picked out for her was sexy all by itself. It wasn't sexy because it didn't cover her up. It was long enough to do that. The hem stopped at about the middle of her shapely, sexy thighs. The real threat was that the skirt was a tight fit, and when Tiffany sat down, she had to be careful. If she wasn't, the skirt would ride up, and anyone looking could catch a glimpse of her black boy short panties. It wasn't just the lacy edge around her thighs they'd see, either. If Tiffany didn't keep her thighs together, what people would see was the rounded contour of her mound and the little bulge between her thighs.Tiffany knew this would happen. I'd shown her in her bedroom mirror before we left. She blushed bright pink, but she still put the skirt on. The tight cotton blouse I'd picked out completed the picture. It didn't show anything except the seams of her bra, but then, Tiffany has big breasts and her bra had a lot of seams to show.The door to the ladies room opened just as I was remembering what Tiffany had inside that bra, and she quickly walked to our table. Her face was flushed, and as she walked she kept smoothing the skirt over her hips and looking around is if waiting for something to happen.She grinned when she slid into the chair beside me, then blushed and pulled down her skirt. I chuckled."You did it?"Tiffany nodded."Well, give them to me then."Tiffany reached in her purse, pulled out the black boy shorts and pressed them into my hand. I wadded the filmy nylon and lace into a ball and put my hands to my face as if to cover a yawn. Tiffany's scent wafted to my nose as I inhaled. I smiled as I stuffed the panties into the back pocket of my jeans and then put my hand between Tiffany's tightly closed knees."The guy at that table across from us was watching you when you came back. Wanna give him a little show?"I nudged Tiffany's knees apart just a little and slipped my hand up to the hem of her skirt. Tiffany was desperately trying to keep those knees together."Open up, just a little. I want to see his face when he looks again.""I; I can't. He'll see and think I'm some sort of slut.""Then cross your legs."Tiffany caught her breath."If I do that, he'll see all the way up to my; my; "I chuckled."Probably all he'll see is a little hair; probably; unless you leave your thighs open a little. Then, he'll see something that'll make him choke on his spaghetti."Tiffany's hand was shaking when she pulled mine from her thigh and crossed her legs.The guy was looking then, and while he didn't choke, he did grin.Tiffany tried to act as if she was just eating her dinner, but I knew different. She kept looking up from her steak to see if the guy was still looking. If he was, she'd quickly look away, but she'd be grinning as she did. Tiffany was getting a thrill out of knowing a strange man was looking up her skirt and seeing one of her most private places. Tonight would be a great night.I suppose some people might think Tiffany's a little different, and she is, but it's something I really love about her. I didn't know, of course, that day we met. It took a while for me to figure it out.We met, sort of, at Walmart of all places. I say we sort of met because it lasted only a few seconds. I rounded the end of the aisle with coffee, tea, and creamer and started down the aisle with soft drinks. Tiffany was standing on her tip-toes and trying to get a two-liter of soda down off the top rack. She's not very tall, and she was having trouble. I thought it would be nice to help her so I walked up and asked which one she wanted.She smiled the most beautiful smile I'd seen in a long time."The cola. I don't know why they have to put stuff up so high. I'm just not tall enough to reach."I pulled the bottle out of the rack and handed it to her."You just need one?"She smiled again."Yes, for now. Thanks."The woman put the bottle in her shopping buggy and walked away, but not before I determined several things about her. One, she had really great legs for a small woman, and her hips were fantastic. Her shorts were short enough and fit snugly enough for me to tell that. Two, though her loose top didn't show much of anything, it was pretty obvious the woman was well endowed. Three, she didn't wear any rings on her left hand, but did wear an engagement ring and wedding ring on her right ring finger. Patty, one of the women at work, wore her rings like that, and told me it was to signify she'd been divorced. I suppose it was to tell any man if he couldn't live with that to stay away. Patty sometimes wore a T-shirt that said "I am not a bitch, I am THE BITCH, and to you I am Ms. Bitch." I mostly stayed away from Patty. That shirt was very appropriate.Then there was that smile. It was devastatingly beautiful, and made the woman's face the same way. I honestly thought about trying to catch up to her and introduce myself, but I'm no kid anymore, and she looked pretty young. I figured she'd be polite, but that was about all that would happen.Saturday afternoon wasn't my usual time for grocery shopping, but I went back to Walmart at the same time the next Saturday. I suppose it was wishful thinking. A lot of people shop at Walmart at that time of day. It wasn't likely I'd see her again. I did though, in the canned goods aisle. I'd been thinking about the age difference through the week, and I knew some women like older men. I decided to find out if she was one of them. After taking a deep breath, I pushed my buggy up beside hers and started looking at the canned carrots.The woman looked up and smiled again."You're the man who helped me last week.""Huh; Oh, yeah; that would be me. Need any more help?"The woman smiled again, said, "Nope. I can reach these.", and bent over to pick up two cans of peas. When she straightened back up, she gave me an odd look. I suppose it was because I was standing there with my mouth hanging open. It was that way because when the woman bent over, her shorts rode up a little and I could see out the delicate curve where her hips met her thighs. She smiled again then, but the smile looked a little impish, and her face was a little flushed."Mister, are you all right?"I shook my head, and grinned. She had to know that would happen, and knowing she knew made her all that much more interesting."I'm fine. I was just having a daydream."I stuck out my hand."I'm Bill."The woman took my hand and shook it gently."I'm Tiffany."Well, after that day, I started buying my groceries on Saturday instead of Wednesday night. I usually saw Tiffany somewhere in the store. Sometimes she'd just wave when she saw me. Sometimes we'd talk for a couple minutes about nothing in particular. It took another two weeks before I asked if she ever dated men. Tiffany chuckled."I don't date other women if that's what you're asking.""No, nothing like that. I just thought maybe you'd like to have dinner some night.""So you're asking me out?""I haven't yet, but I was going to. Do you like pizza?"Over pizza the next Saturday night, I learned a lot about Tiffany. She was ten years younger than I, and had been divorced for a while. She didn't say much about her marriage, just that she was glad to be out of it. Even though I didn't know any details, I found myself not liking her husband very much. Tiffany was a pretty woman with a great figure, but she was much more than that. She was a very intelligent and interesting woman. Her outside appearance was just the icing on a very rich cake. I couldn't understand how any man could treat her so poorly that she'd leave him unless he was a complete ass. I don't have much patience for complete asses, and I told her that. She defended him a little."He wasn't like that. He just didn't understand what I needed. I guess he never learned from his dad, and he didn't want to listen to me.""Well, some guys are lucky to have someone to tell them. I guess he didn't. I didn't either. I had to learn it on my own.""How did you do that?""Trial and error in my old sixty Chevy mostly."She chuckled."Front or back seat?""Uh; front. Never made it all the way to the back seat. Girls would let a guy play a little, but except for a couple, they wouldn't let a guy get too far."Tiffany grinned."I was one of those girls - not the ones who got in the back seat -the other kind. It was a thrill knowing I had something guys wanted, and it was a real thrill teasing them, but Mom would have locked me in my room until I was twenty if she thought I was doing more than that.""I guess I never thought girls got off by teasing guys. They seemed pretty reluctant to let you even touch them.""My mom told me the touching would feel good, but nobody buys a used car if they can get a new one for the same price. She said it's better to leave something to the imagination. I got all excited thinking about what boys were imagining about me."I could sympathize with the guys Tiffany was talking about. If she looked anything then like she looked now, they'd have been fantasizing about all sorts of things; just like I was at that very moment. I thought just maybe Tiffany was a little excited by our conversation. I could just make out the rounded bumps of her nipples against her top. They hadn't been there before. I was liking those bumps way too much for a first date.I laughed."You got excited? What you girls did to us guys was a lot more than make us excited.""And what would that be?""Well, a guy can't really hide being excited very well, if you understand what I'm saying. I mean, it's bad enough that at that age it seems to happen all by itself a lot, but when a girl dresses up in little shorts or a tight T-shirt, well; "Tiffany gave me a sheepish grin."So, are you saying I'm doing that now?""Let's just say I need another cup of coffee before I take you back to your house."Tiffany giggled."OK, I'll try to be good. No; what I meant was, I'll try to make sure that problem go away. Oh; not that either. I'll just sit here until it does and not do anything else."My problem did go away about half way through the second cup of coffee, but only because Tiffany asked me about my job. Somehow, talking about being an engineer and erotic thoughts don't go very well together. The problem came back when I drove away from her house though. As she said goodnight, Tiffany touched my arm and thanked me for dinner. That was enough.We dated for the next three months about every weekend, and I noticed a gradual change in Tiffany. She started to ask if I liked what she was wearing. I knew better than to say anything except she looked great. She wouldn't let it go at that. She kept asking me if she looked sexy or not. I didn't have to make up that answer. Tiffany would have looked sexy in sweatpants and a sweatshirt.One night after we'd finished dinner, she asked what she should wear on our next date. I wasn't really sure what she was asking, so I decided to tease her a little and fulfill one of my fantasies at the same time, if only a little."Well, you know, every time I take you somewhere, guys are staring at you. Maybe you should be like you said and tease them a little."Tiffany blushed."You mean, show something.""Well, not everything, but a little peek wouldn't hurt."I waggled my eyebrows a couple of times and then grinned."I know I'd like it.""OK, so what should I wear."I thought about that for a minute. She'd probably never go for it, but;"OK, do you have a top that's sort of loose, and is made of some sort of knit?""I think so.""Well wear that next Saturday and we'll go to the zoo."Tiffany smiled."I don't see how that's going to show anybody anything.""It will if you don't wear your bra."Tiffany turned the cutest shade of pink."Why; why anybody could see how big I am and they could see my ; my; well you know. I'd be embarrassed to death."I laughed."Well, you asked, and I told you."There was that sheepish grin again."I suppose you'd make me wish I had dressed that way if I didn't, too."I hadn't really expected that, but since she'd asked;"I could probably think up some way to punish you, no hitting or anything like that, just something that might embarrass you more."I wasn't sure how she'd be dressed when I picked her up the next Saturday. She wore the top I'd asked her to wear, but she was also obviously wearing a bra. She didn't say anything when she got in my pickup, but she did smile at me, and she shrugged her shoulders.Later that afternoon, after I bought us some sodas, Tiffany chuckled."I guess you see I chickened out?""Yes, I'm not too surprised though. I figured you might.""So, when do I get punished?"I shrugged."Let's go to Opry Mills on Saturday and look around. You can wear the same outfit then, but that won't be your punishment. That'll come later.""What are you going to do to me?" she giggled."You'll see."I pulled my pickup into Tiffany's drive a little after lunch the next Saturday. When I knocked on her door, it took her a while to open it. When she did, she stood behind the door and just peered around it as she let me in."Tiffany, what's the matter?""I; I don't know if I can do this or not. That's what's the matter.""Do what?"Tiffany closed the door and then let her arms fall to her sides."I didn't put on a bra, and look."I was looking. Actually, I was staring. Tiffany had on the same loose top as the Saturday before, but what she was doing to it without a bra was fantastic. The thin material seemed to cling to her skin in places, and her big breasts stood out a lot. So did her nipples. They made big sexy bumps in the top.I chuckled."I don't see anything wrong. All I see is a woman, a really sexy woman, granted, but still a woman.""But my boobies stick out and they wobble when I walk and my nipples get stiff and they show and; "I cut her off."You can go put your bra on if you want, but you'll have to pay for it.""More than for last Saturday?""Oh, definitely more. I can hardly wait."Tiffany frowned."OK; I'll go this way, but don't you dare leave me alone, not even for a second."I had no intentions of leaving Tiffany alone. I wouldn't have strayed from her side for any reason. She was just too damned great to look at. The men sitting on the benches waiting for their wives to get done shopping thought so too. When Tiffany and I walked by, what had been frowns turned into grins, and they followed her every move. I could understand that, because Tiffany's every move caused her big breasts to do a seductive little dance under her top.If their wives happened to be sitting there beside their husbands when we walked by, those men grinned too. Their wives, not so much. I saw a couple women give their husband a whack on the arm, and some quiet, but animated conversation seemed to always followI was watching more than the way Tiffany's heavy breasts moved around under her top. It was obvious that while her face looked a little fearful, she was enjoying herself. Her eyes were always a beautiful part of her face, but as we walked past people going in and out of the shops, they were wide open and almost glittering. I didn't know if Tiffany was becoming aroused, but her eyes said she might be.Her nipples said the same to me. One man, an older gentleman, winked at her as she walked by. What had been two soft bumps in the front of her blouse quickly grew a lot bigger and longer. Where before from a distance, the bumps could have been only a shadow or fold in the material, now there was no question about their origin.We walked from one end of Opry Mills to the other and then back, and I think Tiffany probably turned on every man who saw her except for one guy who was obviously very in touch with his feminine identity. I know by the time we started back, the only thing keeping me from developing a tent in my jeans was watching the guys watching Tiffany as much as I was watching her. As it was, I only had the stiffness of anticipation, anticipation I knew I shouldn't press.Tiffany's eyes were still shining bright when we got in my truck to go home. As I pulled out onto the Briley, she looked at me and grinned."That was fun. I was terrified, but it was fun. Did you see how the men looked at me?"I laughed."Well, Tiffany, you made a whole bunch of guys really horny today. I thought you were enjoying it.""I tried not to show it. How did you know?""Well, your eyes got really big and bright, and your uh; nipples; they got stiff and pushed out the front of your blouse."Tiffany looked down and stroked the soft bump on each breast."I didn't realize they were doing that. I'd have been embarrassed to tears if I had.""Well, they were. They did every time a guy looked at you, well, almost every time anyway.""So, I did good?"I laughed again."If that wasn't good, I don't know what is.""Does this mean I don't get punished?""No, just that you did good today. You still have to pay for last Saturday.""What are you going to do to me?""Nothing. You're going to do it yourself. See that semi up there?""Yes.""I'm going to pull up beside his cab."The pickup responded to my foot on the accelerator, and we were soon cruising along beside the semi."OK, Tiffany, flash the nice trucker.""What!!!""I said, flash the nice trucker.""I'm not showing you my boobies.""You're not going to show them to me. You're going to show them to the guy driving that truck. Now, pull up your top and let him see you."Tiffany put her hands on the bottom of her blouse and lifted it a little, then touched my arm."Please don't make me do this. I've never shown anyone but my ex and my doctor my boobies."I chuckled."There's a first time for everything. Now up with that top or I'll think up some other way to punish you."Tiffany took her blouse in both hands again, looked up at the trucker, and quickly lifted the front over her breasts and then pulled it back down."There, I did it.""No, you didn't. He was looking down the road. You have to leave your top up for longer than a second. Come on, be a good girl and let the guy see what you have.""What if he decides to follow us and when we stop, he gets out and; well, he might do something to me.""I'm sure he'll want to, but I can outrun him; " I chuckled; "Probably.""Oh, I can't. I don't even know him.""Yes, you can; unless you'd rather flash him with something else. You do have a sweet bottom, you know.""Oh, no, not that. I couldn't ever do that.""Well, then up with that top. There are other cars coming up behind me."Tiffany took a deep breath, pulled up her blouse and leaned toward the side window. For a couple seconds, nothing happened. Then, I heard the blast of an air horn, three times. Tiffany giggled."I think he liked me."She hadn't yet pulled her blouse back down."I can see why."Tiffany looked down and then gasped as she yanked the blouse down to her waist."Oh, God, I flashed you too."I glanced over at Tiffany. Her face was pink again, and her eyes flashed with a gleam that could only mean she was enjoying herself."Yes, you did. It was pretty great too. You can flash me all you want."Tiffany giggled as I passed the semi."He waved at me, and blew me a kiss.""I figure that's not what he's wishing he was doing to you right about now.""So, am I done now?""Well; it took you a long time for this one. I think you'll have to do a couple more.""Two more? I was scared to death. That's why it took so long. I can't do it again."I looked over at Tiffany again, and grinned.."I see another truck up ahead. Get ready."Tiffany flashed the second truck a little faster and held her blouse up for almost half a minute before pulling it down."He stuck out his tongue and wiggled it at me. I guess he didn't like me."I had to laugh."Oh, he liked you. He's telling you what he'd like to do for you, that's all.""He'd like to lick my boobies?""Among other parts of you, I expect.""I never thought about that, I mean, I have, but not from a guy I don't even know.""Want me to pull over and introduce you to him?"There was a little tremor in Tiffany's voice."You wouldn't really do that; would you?""It might be fun to watch you flash him up close and then watch what happens. Ever been in the sleeper of a semi?""Oh no; in your truck in one thing. Close enough he could touch me is another. Getting in his truck; Don't you dare stop."I sighed."OK, but you better give a good show to number three. He's coming up in a bit.Trucker number three got an eyeful of Tiffany's big breasts pressed into my side window. It was touch and go for a second, so to speak. The semi veered off to the shoulder a little and then the driver overcorrected and started into my lane. I hit the accelerator and passed him by just as Tiffany shrieked."He was gonna hit us.""Well, you evidently made an impression on him."She giggled."Maybe it was my boobies flattened out on the window.""That'd do it for me.""Are we going home now?""Unless you want to make another trucker's day."Tiffany giggled again."I think I've had about all the excitement I can handle. Wanna get a pizza and eat at my house?"I was thinking I'd love to give Tiffany some more excitement, and when she asked if we could eat at her house, I briefly entertained the fantasy of her naked beside me after I'd shown her just how desirable she really was. She didn't seem to understand that, somehow. I supposed it was how her ex treated her, though I couldn't fathom how any man could see Tiffany as anything except a treasure to be kissed, caressed, and stroked until she became the lover I suspected she would truly be.I knew it was just a fantasy. Though I was pretty certain Tiffany had been aroused by what she'd done, I wouldn't take advantage of that. If and when it ever happened, Tiffany would tell me it was time. Until then, I'd just enjoy having her with me.After that day, Tiffany would usually ask me what she should wear when we went out. I kept her bra-less look for the times we went to a mall or to Walmart. If we went someplace else, I usually said she could wear her bra. I always asked her to wear either little shorts or tight jeans. I loved the way her sexyass looked in both, but of the two, the tight jeans were my favorite. She had a couple pair that were cut very low in the waist, and if she bent over, her panties would peek out. If she stooped down for something, sometimes the start of the separation between her cheeks would show just a little.I loved seeing both, and so did any guys who happened to be within a few feet. We spent a lot of time shopping on Saturday at Walmart where I could find reasons Tiffany should bend over or squat down. She knew why I was asking that, and always giggled when I asked."You know what's going to happen if I do that.""Yep, I do, but the guy coming down the aisle doesn't. Show him that sexy bottom."Tiffany would blush pink, and then try to argue."But he'll see my panties.""Yeah, I expect he will.""He'll be thinking I want him to do something to me.""Probably so. I could ask him if he'd like to go home with us if you'd like.""No, no, no; I could never do anything like that. Don't you dare say a thing to him.""Then bend over and pick up some cans of beans for me, or I will."Tiffany would blush again, but she'd bend over. Usually, the guy would stop, smile, and then push his buggy down the aisle. Once, an older guy said "nice ass, Honey" as he went by. Tiffany caught her breath when she heard that, and then turned around and put the cans in her buggy."Did you hear what he said?""Well, it's true, you know.""You really think so?"I chuckled."Why do you think I always walk behind you."When the weather started to cool off during the day, I had to change my strategy a little. Cold weather meant at least a jacket for both of us, and shorts were pretty much out of the question. Even Tiffany's low cut jeans didn't show anything because her jacket or coat covered half of her sensuous hips.It was on a trip to McMinnville that the idea hit me. I hadn't asked Tiffany to dress in anything special that day. We were just going to one of the nurseries to pick up some shrubs Tiffany wanted in her yard, and I didn't figure there would be many people there. As I drove down the highway, I was remembering how Tiffany reacted to flashing truckers that afternoon, and realized she could show more of herself now."Tiffany, how about taking off your coat.""Why would I want to do that? It's cold."I reached over and turned up the heater control a little."It's gonna be hard to take off your top if you still have your coat on.""I'm not taking off my top. I'll freeze.""No, you won't. You can put your coat back on afterwards, well, after you take off your bra too.""Then I'd be naked under my coat.""Yep. All naked and sexy.""And you're going to make me flash truckers again?""Nope. But you are going to flash somebody.""Who?""I don't know yet. Maybe some guy looking for an apple tree. You can show him your apples.""I don't have apples. Mine are more like grapefruits."I chuckled."I'm sure he'll enjoy them even more then. Now, off with the blouse and bra, unless you'd like a little more punishment. There are a lot of trucks on the road today. I'll bet they'd love getting mooned by your sexyass."Tiffany took a deep breath, undid her seat belt, and unzipped her coat. Once her coat was laying on the seat beside her, she unbuttoned her blouse and slipped it from her soft shoulders. About then, a car passed us. Tiffany grabbed her coat and covered herself up.I laughed."Tiffany, this is a four-wheel drive truck. We're too high up for anyone in a car to see you. You don't have to cover up.""I do if I'm going to take off my bra. Now, don't peek. If I have to flash somebody, I want to flash them, not have you staring while I get my bra hooks undone."I kept looking down the road until Tiffany said, "OK, I have my coat back on now."Except for her blouse and bra in the seat beside her, I couldn't tell any difference, and that was what I wanted. She'd feel safe and at ease until I asked her to do what I was going to ask.She wanted a barberry, and there were many from which to choose. They were all sitting in rows in their burlap root ball bags out in a large area beside the nursery office. Tiffany went from one to the next, looking at the prices. I watched to see if anyone was walking our way. There was one guy about twenty feet away and pretty soon, he started walking toward us. Tiffany was bending over to look at the tag on the shrub in front of her.In a quiet voice, I said, "Tiffany, open up your coat."Tiffany snapped upright."What!""I said, open up your coat.""Out here? In front of everybody?""Well, everybody is just one guy, and I don't think he'll mind. Of course, if you're too slow, I'll have you walk around a little with your coat open.""But this place is so open. Can I just show you instead?""Oh, all right. I suppose, but you better leave that coat open for more than a couple seconds."Tiffany stuck out her little pink tongue, but unzipped her coat. After taking a deep breath, she opened it a little. I saw beautiful, deep cleavage, and a little of the round lower part of her big breasts. After a couple seconds, Tiffany closed her coat, zipped it back up, and smiled."Satisfied now?"

Après le fiasco Mediapro, le football français fait face encore une fois à une crise des droits de la Ligue 1. Cette fois, c'est avec le diffuseur DAZN. La LFP souhaite rompre son contrat avec la plateforme à la fin de la saison. Ce qui plonge le monde du ballon rond dans l'incertitude. Quelles seront les conséquences? La Ligue va-t-elle finir par créer sa propre chaîne? On pose la question à Loïc Briley, journaliste à RMC Sport.

Episode 37: Intuition and Adventure with Tiffany Reed Briley   Photographer and educator Tiffany Reed Briley joins Brie Stockwell for a thoughtful and energizing conversation about navigating creativity, change, and personal freedom. They talk about everything from solo travel and camper life to letting go of expectations and learning to trust your intuition. Tiffany opens up about redefining success on her own terms—creatively, spiritually, and professionally—and how nature continues to be her greatest teacher.   Highlights from this episode: Tiffany shares the surprising reason she started camping full-time while guiding workshops—and why it matters. Reflections on burnout, reinvention, and her husband's decision to leave photography behind. Why Tiffany believes staying connected to nature is essential to creativity and healing.   Brie opens up about her solo White Sands experience and what intuition had to do with it.   The joy (and challenge!) of photographing in all-blue-sky conditions—and how to use them to your advantage.   Charleston's magical “boneyard beaches” and why they're always changing.   How Tiffany packs her Jeep with wine, throw pillows, and a portable curling iron—and why being cute matters.   Brie and Tiffany geek out over color theory, oil painting, and the book Landscape Painting by Mitchell Albala.   What happens when women stop waiting in the wings and start owning the spotlight.   A candid and powerful look at what it means to be brave, curious, and unapologetically yourself as an artist.   Mentioned in this episode: www.tiffanybriley.com https://www.photographyworkshopcompany.com/ www.charlestonphotographytours.com www.sharpenyourshutter.com Instagram   Read more and access searchable transcripts: Blog post: https://www.wildwomanphotography.com/episode-37-Tiffany-Reed-Briley   Visit www.wildwomanphotography.com to check out featured wild women, episode transcripts and more information how to elevate your photography with us!

Episode 37: Intuition and Adventure with Tiffany Reed Briley   Photographer and educator Tiffany Reed Briley joins Brie Stockwell for a thoughtful and energizing conversation about navigating creativity, change, and personal freedom. They talk about everything from solo travel and camper life to letting go of expectations and learning to trust your intuition. Tiffany opens up about redefining success on her own terms—creatively, spiritually, and professionally—and how nature continues to be her greatest teacher.   Highlights from this episode: Tiffany shares the surprising reason she started camping full-time while guiding workshops—and why it matters. Reflections on burnout, reinvention, and her husband's decision to leave photography behind. Why Tiffany believes staying connected to nature is essential to creativity and healing.   Brie opens up about her solo White Sands experience and what intuition had to do with it.   The joy (and challenge!) of photographing in all-blue-sky conditions—and how to use them to your advantage.   Charleston's magical “boneyard beaches” and why they're always changing.   How Tiffany packs her Jeep with wine, throw pillows, and a portable curling iron—and why being cute matters.   Brie and Tiffany geek out over color theory, oil painting, and the book Landscape Painting by Mitchell Albala.   What happens when women stop waiting in the wings and start owning the spotlight.   A candid and powerful look at what it means to be brave, curious, and unapologetically yourself as an artist.   Mentioned in this episode: www.tiffanybriley.com https://www.photographyworkshopcompany.com/ www.charlestonphotographytours.com www.sharpenyourshutter.com Instagram   Read more and access searchable transcripts: Blog post: https://www.wildwomanphotography.com/episode-37-Tiffany-Reed-Briley   Visit www.wildwomanphotography.com to check out featured wild women, episode transcripts and more information how to elevate your photography with us!

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From laughter to resilience: Joanna Briley and Nonye Brown-West join host Marina Franklin to highlight the Black Women In Comedy Laugh Fest's mission of community building. Joanna Briley. Brooklyn born, Connecticut raised. Hilarity ensued. Joanna's worked for the MTA 34 years and it's made her one of the friendliest Token Booth Clerks. With her love of stand up comedy and outrageous subway stories, Ms. Briley has written and will perform “Swipe This: My Life in Transit!” at this year's NYC Fringe Fest April 5, 9, 11, 16 at the Chain Theatre. Joanna is also the proud creator of the Black Women in Comedy Laff Fest which was created in 2018 and will have her 6th festival this February 26 - March 2 2025 in various venues throughout NYC. Nonye Brown-West is a New York-based Nigerian-American comedian and writer. She has been featured in the Boston Globe's Rise column as a Comic to Watch. She has also appeared on Amazon, NPR, PBS, ABC, Sway In The Morning on Sirius XM, and the New York Comedy Festival. Check her schedule on nonyecomedy.com or Instagram to see when she's coming to a city near you. Always hosted by Marina Franklin - One Hour Comedy Special: Single Black Female ( Amazon Prime, CW Network), TBS's The Last O.G, Last Week Tonight with John Oliver, Hysterical on FX, The Movie Trainwreck, Louie Season V, The Jim Gaffigan Show, Conan O'Brien, Stephen Colbert, HBO's Crashing, and The Breaks with Michelle Wolf.  

In this episode, we dive into the mindset and journey of Chad—how his personal story led to building a moving company that's now dominating the industry in Alaska and expanding all the way to Idaho. Chad shares key lessons on growth, from mastering employee retention to creating a strong company culture that keeps teams engaged. One of his biggest insights? The power of self-awareness—knowing your strengths and weaknesses and delegating to those who can do it even better. This conversation is packed with wisdom for anyone looking to scale a business and build a winning team.

Godfrey, Yamaneika Saunders and Joanna Briley discuss Serena crip walking at the Super Bowl, Joanna's "Black Women In Comedy Laff Fest" and more!Legendary Comedian Godfrey is LIVE from New York, and joins some of his best friends in stand up comedy, Hip-Hop and Hollywood to talk current events, pop culture, race issues, movies, music, TV and Kung Fu. We got endless impressions, a white producer, random videos Godfrey found on the internet and so much more! We're not reinventing the wheel, we're just talking 'ish twice a week... with GODFREY on In Godfrey We Trust.Original Air Date 02.14.25-------------------------------SUPPORT OUR SPONSORShttps://yokratom.com and get a $60 KILOhttps://www.smallbatchcigar.com/ use code GAS10 for 10% off plus 5% rewards points!-------------------------------

Pop culture expert Nessa Diab sits down with Jenna and Ego to discuss the biggest Hollywood headlines. Also, a chat with Ke Huy Quan about his new action movie, "Love Hurts." Plus, a look at comedian Joanna Briley's mission to open doors for Black women in comedy. And three of 2025's biggest home decor trends.

Dressed For A Spiritual Battle // Pastor Guy Briley

Briley King joins Caroline on this episode of Soul Sessions. Briley answers deap thinking questions to help get to know her more. The questions include: What's a gift someone gave you that you'll never forget? When you imagine your happy place, where is it and what are you doing there? What's something you think you'll get better and better at the rest of your life?See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Buckle up for the wild ride of Briley King — from backstage romance with Marcus King to her trucker hats taking over the VMAs! How did this Broadway-dancing, powerhouse singer go from rocking Little Bird Trucking hats to becoming a style icon with a voice that can stop a room? Join us as Briley opens up about her meteoric rise, battling “gold digger” rumors, and living life on her own unapologetic terms. Get the inside scoop on the magic moment she met Marcus at his concert and fell head over heels, plus what's next for this unstoppable couple. You won't want to miss this jaw-dropping, real talk journey of love, music, and fashion!See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Buckle up for the wild ride of Briley King — from backstage romance with Marcus King to her trucker hats taking over the VMAs! How did this Broadway-dancing, powerhouse singer go from rocking Little Bird Trucking hats to becoming a style icon with a voice that can stop a room? Join us as Briley opens up about her meteoric rise, battling “gold digger” rumors, and living life on her own unapologetic terms. Get the inside scoop on the magic moment she met Marcus at his concert and fell head over heels, plus what's next for this unstoppable couple. You won't want to miss this jaw-dropping, real talk journey of love, music, and fashion! Follow Caroline HERE Follow Briley HERESee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Guest - Dr. Josh Briley  In this episode, we welcome Dr. Josh Briley, an esteemed psychologist and advocate for mental health awareness, with a deep understanding of the unique challenges men face when it comes to emotional well-being. Together, we are exploring how men's mental health is misunderstood, misdiagnosed, and ineffectively treated, and how these systemic issues have led to what can only be described as a public health crisis.From societal stigmas to gaps in our healthcare system, we'll uncover the factors contributing to this crisis and, more importantly, discuss what we can do to address it. This is a conversation for everyone—whether you're a man navigating these challenges yourself, a loved one looking for ways to support the men in your life, or simply someone who believes mental health is a fundamental part of human health.

Send us a textSoutheast Missouri Women's Basketball (0-0) tips off the 2024-25 season under new Head Coach Briley Palmer on Tuesday, Nov. 5, against Atlantic-10 Conference member Dayton (0-0) at UD Arena in Dayton, Ohio, with a 6:00 P.M. CT start. Coach Palmer was recently featured on Knuckleball Prime Time live from The Barn, where she discussed her coaching journey and goals for the Redhawks.This game marks the first-ever meeting between the Redhawks and Flyers in women's basketball. SEMO has previously faced three Atlantic-10 schools: George Mason, Rhode Island, and in-state rival Saint Louis. The Redhawks last played George Mason in 2017, falling 58-37 in the Preseason WNIT. SEMO lost 66-49 to Rhode Island in the UCF Thanksgiving Classic in 2022. Against Saint Louis, SEMO trails in the series, with a record of 8-15 over 23 matchups.Head Coach Briley Palmer became the ninth head coach in SEMO Women's Basketball history on May 15, 2024, joining from Mineral Area College (MAC). At MAC, she compiled a record of 77-40, including a standout 25-5 season in 2023-24. Palmer also played and coached at MAC, where she was instrumental in two Region 16 championships and helped the team reach national rankings.SEMO was picked to finish 11th in the Ohio Valley Conference (OVC) Preseason Poll. Southern Indiana was selected to top the OVC standings, followed by UT Martin and Eastern Illinois.Returning guard Indiya Bowen and freshman guard Zoe Best made the OVC Preseason 'Players to Watch' list. Bowen averaged 9.1 points last season, while Best joins SEMO as a highly successful player from Incarnate Word Academy.The 2024-25 roster features 13 newcomers alongside two returners: Bowen and graduate student Sophie Bussard. The roster includes five freshmen, with notable additions like guard Zoe Best and center Ainaya Williams, and several transfers, including guard Brianna Hill from George Mason and forward Madison Roberts from Seminole State College.Palmer's 2024-25 coaching staff includes returner Mike Geary, Sam Pearson, a former SEMO men's player, second-year coach Danielle Sanderlin, and first-year assistant Harison Russell.The season opens with Dayton and includes games against top opponents like Texas (Nov. 10), Evansville (Nov. 14), and Southern Illinois (Nov. 25). SEMO's 20-game OVC schedule kicks off in December and includes a true round-robin format.Dayton, led by Coach Tamika Williams-Jeter, returns key starters Ivy Wolf and Arianna Smith, who averaged nearly 12 and 9 points per game, respectively. The Flyers also added graduate transfers Rikki Harris (Ohio State) and Nicole Stephens (Columbia).SEMO will next face a challenge against #4 Texas in Austin on Sunday, Nov. 10.http://www.betterhelp.com/TheBarnThis episode is sponsored by www.betterhelp.com/TheBarn and brought to you as always by The Barn Media Group. YOUTUBE https://www.youtube.com/@TheBarnPodcastNetwork SPOTIFY https://open.spotify.com/show/09neXeCS8I0U8OZJroUGd4?si=2f9b8dfa5d2c4504 APPLE https://podcasts.apple.com/podcast/id1625411141 I HEART RADIO https://www.iheart.com/podcast/97160034/ AMAZON https://music.amazon.com/podcasts/7aff7d00-c41b-4154-94cf-221a808e3595/the-barn

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- Speaker: Briley Hughes - Now that a foundation for engagement has been laid, over the next several weeks we will be assessing a cultural value of a post-Christian world, understand bridges and barriers to the gospel, and provide a tool for engagement. Today, Briley walks us through the value of inclusivity to demonstrate how the gospel tells a better story.

Prečo je intelektuálna história dôležitá? Ako dopadlo hnutie Nového ateizmu? A aké sú niektoré iné súčasné "horúce" témy?  ----more----  Súvisiace dávky: PD#312. Bolo osvietenstvo kresťanské?, http://bit.ly/davka312pb  PD#300. Veriaca: Obrátenie Ayaan Hirsi Ali, http://bit.ly/davka300 PD#222. Zmarila teológia stredovekú vedu?, http://bit.ly/davka222  Použitá a odporúčaná literatúra: Briley, The Surprising Rebirth of Belief in God, 2023. Holland, Dominion, 2019. Spencer, Evolution of the West, 2016. *** Baví ťa s nami rozmýšľať? Podpor našu tvorbu priamo na SK1283605207004206791985 alebo cez Patreon, kde Ťa odmeníme aj my.

Worship-An EXpression Of Our Love // Pastor Guy Briley

On this episode, Heather is NYC and welcomes Briley King to the podcast. Briley is the wife of the iconic musician Marcus King, but is a boss bitch entrepreneur in her own right. She is the center of Little Bird Trucking hats, but aso has the voice of an angel. They get into Briley's life as a daughter of a truck driver and how that has former her life and why the online trolls think she is the biggest gold digger. Episode Sponsors:Visit Carawayhome.com/absolutely to see all of our favorite products AND take an additional 10% off your next purchase.Go to Quince.com/absolutely for free shipping on your order and 365-day returns.LaCroix Sparkling Water is available nationwide, and you can find a list of retailers on www.LaCroixWater.com.Head to https://www.squarespace.com/ABSOLUTELY to save 10% off your first purchase of a website or domain using code ABSOLUTELY.This episode is brought to you by BetterHelp. Give online therapy a try at betterhelp.com/ABSOLUTELY and get on your way to being your best self.Try AG1 and get a free 1-year supply of Vitamin D3+K2 and 5 free AG1 Travel Packs with your first subscription at drinkAG1.com/absolutely.Produced by Dear MediaSee Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

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Tiffany likes showing, as long as I tell her what to wear.Based on a post by ron de, in 2 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.I smiled to myself as I waited for Tiffany to come out of the ladies room at the restaurant. The short skirt I’d picked out for her was sexy all by itself. It wasn’t sexy because it didn’t cover her up. It was long enough to do that. The hem stopped at about the middle of her shapely, sexy thighs. The real threat was that the skirt was a tight fit, and when Tiffany sat down, she had to be careful. If she wasn’t, the skirt would ride up, and anyone looking could catch a glimpse of her black boy short panties. It wasn’t just the lacy edge around her thighs they’d see, either. If Tiffany didn’t keep her thighs together, what people would see was the rounded contour of her mound and the little bulge between her thighs.Tiffany knew this would happen. I’d shown her in her bedroom mirror before we left. She blushed bright pink, but she still put the skirt on. The tight cotton blouse I’d picked out completed the picture. It didn’t show anything except the seams of her bra, but then, Tiffany has big breasts and her bra had a lot of seams to show.The door to the ladies room opened just as I was remembering what Tiffany had inside that bra, and she quickly walked to our table. Her face was flushed, and as she walked she kept smoothing the skirt over her hips and looking around is if waiting for something to happen.She grinned when she slid into the chair beside me, then blushed and pulled down her skirt. I chuckled.“You did it?”Tiffany nodded.“Well, give them to me then.”Tiffany reached in her purse, pulled out the black boy shorts and pressed them into my hand. I wadded the filmy nylon and lace into a ball and put my hands to my face as if to cover a yawn. Tiffany’s scent wafted to my nose as I inhaled. I smiled as I stuffed the panties into the back pocket of my jeans and then put my hand between Tiffany’s tightly closed knees.“The guy at that table across from us was watching you when you came back. Wanna give him a little show?”I nudged Tiffany’s knees apart just a little and slipped my hand up to the hem of her skirt. Tiffany was desperately trying to keep those knees together.“Open up, just a little. I want to see his face when he looks again.”“I; I can’t. He’ll see and think I’m some sort of slut.”“Then cross your legs.”Tiffany caught her breath.“If I do that, he’ll see all the way up to my; my; ”I chuckled.“Probably all he’ll see is a little hair; probably; unless you leave your thighs open a little. Then, he’ll see something that’ll make him choke on his spaghetti.”Tiffany’s hand was shaking when she pulled mine from her thigh and crossed her legs.The guy was looking then, and while he didn’t choke, he did grin.Tiffany tried to act as if she was just eating her dinner, but I knew different. She kept looking up from her steak to see if the guy was still looking. If he was, she’d quickly look away, but she’d be grinning as she did. Tiffany was getting a thrill out of knowing a strange man was looking up her skirt and seeing one of her most private places. Tonight would be a great night.I suppose some people might think Tiffany’s a little different, and she is, but it’s something I really love about her. I didn’t know, of course, that day we met. It took a while for me to figure it out.We met, sort of, at Walmart of all places. I say we sort of met because it lasted only a few seconds. I rounded the end of the aisle with coffee, tea, and creamer and started down the aisle with soft drinks. Tiffany was standing on her tip-toes and trying to get a two-liter of soda down off the top rack. She’s not very tall, and she was having trouble. I thought it would be nice to help her so I walked up and asked which one she wanted.She smiled the most beautiful smile I’d seen in a long time.“The cola. I don’t know why they have to put stuff up so high. I’m just not tall enough to reach.”I pulled the bottle out of the rack and handed it to her.“You just need one?”She smiled again.“Yes, for now. Thanks.”The woman put the bottle in her shopping buggy and walked away, but not before I determined several things about her. One, she had really great legs for a small woman, and her hips were fantastic. Her shorts were short enough and fit snugly enough for me to tell that. Two, though her loose top didn’t show much of anything, it was pretty obvious the woman was well endowed. Three, she didn’t wear any rings on her left hand, but did wear an engagement ring and wedding ring on her right ring finger. Patty, one of the women at work, wore her rings like that, and told me it was to signify she’d been divorced. I suppose it was to tell any man if he couldn’t live with that to stay away. Patty sometimes wore a T-shirt that said “I am not a bitch, I am THE BITCH, and to you I am Ms. Bitch.” I mostly stayed away from Patty. That shirt was very appropriate.Then there was that smile. It was devastatingly beautiful, and made the woman’s face the same way. I honestly thought about trying to catch up to her and introduce myself, but I’m no kid anymore, and she looked pretty young. I figured she’d be polite, but that was about all that would happen.Saturday afternoon wasn’t my usual time for grocery shopping, but I went back to Walmart at the same time the next Saturday. I suppose it was wishful thinking. A lot of people shop at Walmart at that time of day. It wasn’t likely I’d see her again. I did though, in the canned goods aisle. I’d been thinking about the age difference through the week, and I knew some women like older men. I decided to find out if she was one of them. After taking a deep breath, I pushed my buggy up beside hers and started looking at the canned carrots.The woman looked up and smiled again.“You’re the man who helped me last week.”“Huh; Oh, yeah; that would be me. Need any more help?”The woman smiled again, said, “Nope. I can reach these.”, and bent over to pick up two cans of peas. When she straightened back up, she gave me an odd look. I suppose it was because I was standing there with my mouth hanging open. It was that way because when the woman bent over, her shorts rode up a little and I could see out the delicate curve where her hips met her thighs. She smiled again then, but the smile looked a little impish, and her face was a little flushed.“Mister, are you all right?”I shook my head, and grinned. She had to know that would happen, and knowing she knew made her all that much more interesting.“I’m fine. I was just having a daydream.”I stuck out my hand.“I’m Bill.”The woman took my hand and shook it gently.“I’m Tiffany.”Well, after that day, I started buying my groceries on Saturday instead of Wednesday night. I usually saw Tiffany somewhere in the store. Sometimes she’d just wave when she saw me. Sometimes we’d talk for a couple minutes about nothing in particular. It took another two weeks before I asked if she ever dated men. Tiffany chuckled.“I don’t date other women if that’s what you’re asking.”“No, nothing like that. I just thought maybe you’d like to have dinner some night.”“So you’re asking me out?”“I haven’t yet, but I was going to. Do you like pizza?”Over pizza the next Saturday night, I learned a lot about Tiffany. She was ten years younger than I, and had been divorced for a while. She didn’t say much about her marriage, just that she was glad to be out of it. Even though I didn’t know any details, I found myself not liking her husband very much. Tiffany was a pretty woman with a great figure, but she was much more than that. She was a very intelligent and interesting woman. Her outside appearance was just the icing on a very rich cake. I couldn’t understand how any man could treat her so poorly that she’d leave him unless he was a complete ass. I don’t have much patience for complete asses, and I told her that. She defended him a little.“He wasn’t like that. He just didn’t understand what I needed. I guess he never learned from his dad, and he didn’t want to listen to me.”“Well, some guys are lucky to have someone to tell them. I guess he didn’t. I didn’t either. I had to learn it on my own.”“How did you do that?”“Trial and error in my old sixty Chevy mostly.”She chuckled.“Front or back seat?”“Uh; front. Never made it all the way to the back seat. Girls would let a guy play a little, but except for a couple, they wouldn’t let a guy get too far.”Tiffany grinned.“I was one of those girls - not the ones who got in the back seat -the other kind. It was a thrill knowing I had something guys wanted, and it was a real thrill teasing them, but Mom would have locked me in my room until I was twenty if she thought I was doing more than that.”“I guess I never thought girls got off by teasing guys. They seemed pretty reluctant to let you even touch them.”“My mom told me the touching would feel good, but nobody buys a used car if they can get a new one for the same price. She said it’s better to leave something to the imagination. I got all excited thinking about what boys were imagining about me.”I could sympathize with the guys Tiffany was talking about. If she looked anything then like she looked now, they’d have been fantasizing about all sorts of things; just like I was at that very moment. I thought just maybe Tiffany was a little excited by our conversation. I could just make out the rounded bumps of her nipples against her top. They hadn’t been there before. I was liking those bumps way too much for a first date.I laughed.“You got excited? What you girls did to us guys was a lot more than make us excited.”“And what would that be?”“Well, a guy can’t really hide being excited very well, if you understand what I’m saying. I mean, it’s bad enough that at that age it seems to happen all by itself a lot, but when a girl dresses up in little shorts or a tight T-shirt, well; ”Tiffany gave me a sheepish grin.“So, are you saying I’m doing that now?”“Let’s just say I need another cup of coffee before I take you back to your house.”Tiffany giggled.“OK, I’ll try to be good. No; what I meant was, I’ll try to make sure that problem go away. Oh; not that either. I’ll just sit here until it does and not do anything else.”My problem did go away about half way through the second cup of coffee, but only because Tiffany asked me about my job. Somehow, talking about being an engineer and erotic thoughts don’t go very well together. The problem came back when I drove away from her house though. As she said goodnight, Tiffany touched my arm and thanked me for dinner. That was enough.We dated for the next three months about every weekend, and I noticed a gradual change in Tiffany. She started to ask if I liked what she was wearing. I knew better than to say anything except she looked great. She wouldn’t let it go at that. She kept asking me if she looked sexy or not. I didn’t have to make up that answer. Tiffany would have looked sexy in sweatpants and a sweatshirt.One night after we’d finished dinner, she asked what she should wear on our next date. I wasn’t really sure what she was asking, so I decided to tease her a little and fulfill one of my fantasies at the same time, if only a little.“Well, you know, every time I take you somewhere, guys are staring at you. Maybe you should be like you said and tease them a little.”Tiffany blushed.“You mean, show something.”“Well, not everything, but a little peek wouldn’t hurt.”I waggled my eyebrows a couple of times and then grinned.“I know I’d like it.”“OK, so what should I wear.”I thought about that for a minute. She’d probably never go for it, but;“OK, do you have a top that’s sort of loose, and is made of some sort of knit?”“I think so.”“Well wear that next Saturday and we’ll go to the zoo.”Tiffany smiled.“I don’t see how that’s going to show anybody anything.”“It will if you don’t wear your bra.”Tiffany turned the cutest shade of pink.“Why; why anybody could see how big I am and they could see my ; my; well you know. I’d be embarrassed to death.”I laughed.“Well, you asked, and I told you.”There was that sheepish grin again.“I suppose you’d make me wish I had dressed that way if I didn’t, too.”I hadn’t really expected that, but since she’d asked;“I could probably think up some way to punish you, no hitting or anything like that, just something that might embarrass you more.”I wasn’t sure how she’d be dressed when I picked her up the next Saturday. She wore the top I’d asked her to wear, but she was also obviously wearing a bra. She didn’t say anything when she got in my pickup, but she did smile at me, and she shrugged her shoulders.Later that afternoon, after I bought us some sodas, Tiffany chuckled.“I guess you see I chickened out?”“Yes, I’m not too surprised though. I figured you might.”“So, when do I get punished?”I shrugged.“Let’s go to Opry Mills on Saturday and look around. You can wear the same outfit then, but that won’t be your punishment. That’ll come later.”“What are you going to do to me?” she giggled.“You’ll see.”I pulled my pickup into Tiffany’s drive a little after lunch the next Saturday. When I knocked on her door, it took her a while to open it. When she did, she stood behind the door and just peered around it as she let me in.“Tiffany, what’s the matter?”“I; I don’t know if I can do this or not. That’s what’s the matter.”“Do what?”Tiffany closed the door and then let her arms fall to her sides.“I didn’t put on a bra, and look.”I was looking. Actually, I was staring. Tiffany had on the same loose top as the Saturday before, but what she was doing to it without a bra was fantastic. The thin material seemed to cling to her skin in places, and her big breasts stood out a lot. So did her nipples. They made big sexy bumps in the top.I chuckled.“I don’t see anything wrong. All I see is a woman, a really sexy woman, granted, but still a woman.”“But my boobies stick out and they wobble when I walk and my nipples get stiff and they show and; ”I cut her off.“You can go put your bra on if you want, but you’ll have to pay for it.”“More than for last Saturday?”“Oh, definitely more. I can hardly wait.”Tiffany frowned.“OK; I’ll go this way, but don’t you dare leave me alone, not even for a second.”I had no intentions of leaving Tiffany alone. I wouldn’t have strayed from her side for any reason. She was just too damned great to look at. The men sitting on the benches waiting for their wives to get done shopping thought so too. When Tiffany and I walked by, what had been frowns turned into grins, and they followed her every move. I could understand that, because Tiffany’s every move caused her big breasts to do a seductive little dance under her top.If their wives happened to be sitting there beside their husbands when we walked by, those men grinned too. Their wives, not so much. I saw a couple women give their husband a whack on the arm, and some quiet, but animated conversation seemed to always followI was watching more than the way Tiffany’s heavy breasts moved around under her top. It was obvious that while her face looked a little fearful, she was enjoying herself. Her eyes were always a beautiful part of her face, but as we walked past people going in and out of the shops, they were wide open and almost glittering. I didn’t know if Tiffany was becoming aroused, but her eyes said she might be.Her nipples said the same to me. One man, an older gentleman, winked at her as she walked by. What had been two soft bumps in the front of her blouse quickly grew a lot bigger and longer. Where before from a distance, the bumps could have been only a shadow or fold in the material, now there was no question about their origin.We walked from one end of Opry Mills to the other and then back, and I think Tiffany probably turned on every man who saw her except for one guy who was obviously very in touch with his feminine identity. I know by the time we started back, the only thing keeping me from developing a tent in my jeans was watching the guys watching Tiffany as much as I was watching her. As it was, I only had the stiffness of anticipation, anticipation I knew I shouldn’t press.Tiffany’s eyes were still shining bright when we got in my truck to go home. As I pulled out onto the Briley, she looked at me and grinned.“That was fun. I was terrified, but it was fun. Did you see how the men looked at me?”I laughed.“Well, Tiffany, you made a whole bunch of guys really horny today. I thought you were enjoying it.”“I tried not to show it. How did you know?”“Well, your eyes got really big and bright, and your uh; nipples; they got stiff and pushed out the front of your blouse.”Tiffany looked down and stroked the soft bump on each breast.“I didn’t realize they were doing that. I’d have been embarrassed to tears if I had.”“Well, they were. They did every time a guy looked at you, well, almost every time anyway.”“So, I did good?”I laughed again.“If that wasn’t good, I don’t know what is.”“Does this mean I don’t get punished?”“No, just that you did good today. You still have to pay for last Saturday.”“What are you going to do to me?”“Nothing. You’re going to do it yourself. See that semi up there?”“Yes.”“I’m going to pull up beside his cab.”The pickup responded to my foot on the accelerator, and we were soon cruising along beside the semi.“OK, Tiffany, flash the nice trucker.”“W

Tiffany likes showing, as long as I tell her what to wear.Based on a post by ron de, in 2 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.I smiled to myself as I waited for Tiffany to come out of the ladies room at the restaurant. The short skirt I’d picked out for her was sexy all by itself. It wasn’t sexy because it didn’t cover her up. It was long enough to do that. The hem stopped at about the middle of her shapely, sexy thighs. The real threat was that the skirt was a tight fit, and when Tiffany sat down, she had to be careful. If she wasn’t, the skirt would ride up, and anyone looking could catch a glimpse of her black boy short panties. It wasn’t just the lacy edge around her thighs they’d see, either. If Tiffany didn’t keep her thighs together, what people would see was the rounded contour of her mound and the little bulge between her thighs.Tiffany knew this would happen. I’d shown her in her bedroom mirror before we left. She blushed bright pink, but she still put the skirt on. The tight cotton blouse I’d picked out completed the picture. It didn’t show anything except the seams of her bra, but then, Tiffany has big breasts and her bra had a lot of seams to show.The door to the ladies room opened just as I was remembering what Tiffany had inside that bra, and she quickly walked to our table. Her face was flushed, and as she walked she kept smoothing the skirt over her hips and looking around is if waiting for something to happen.She grinned when she slid into the chair beside me, then blushed and pulled down her skirt. I chuckled.“You did it?”Tiffany nodded.“Well, give them to me then.”Tiffany reached in her purse, pulled out the black boy shorts and pressed them into my hand. I wadded the filmy nylon and lace into a ball and put my hands to my face as if to cover a yawn. Tiffany’s scent wafted to my nose as I inhaled. I smiled as I stuffed the panties into the back pocket of my jeans and then put my hand between Tiffany’s tightly closed knees.“The guy at that table across from us was watching you when you came back. Wanna give him a little show?”I nudged Tiffany’s knees apart just a little and slipped my hand up to the hem of her skirt. Tiffany was desperately trying to keep those knees together.“Open up, just a little. I want to see his face when he looks again.”“I; I can’t. He’ll see and think I’m some sort of slut.”“Then cross your legs.”Tiffany caught her breath.“If I do that, he’ll see all the way up to my; my; ”I chuckled.“Probably all he’ll see is a little hair; probably; unless you leave your thighs open a little. Then, he’ll see something that’ll make him choke on his spaghetti.”Tiffany’s hand was shaking when she pulled mine from her thigh and crossed her legs.The guy was looking then, and while he didn’t choke, he did grin.Tiffany tried to act as if she was just eating her dinner, but I knew different. She kept looking up from her steak to see if the guy was still looking. If he was, she’d quickly look away, but she’d be grinning as she did. Tiffany was getting a thrill out of knowing a strange man was looking up her skirt and seeing one of her most private places. Tonight would be a great night.I suppose some people might think Tiffany’s a little different, and she is, but it’s something I really love about her. I didn’t know, of course, that day we met. It took a while for me to figure it out.We met, sort of, at Walmart of all places. I say we sort of met because it lasted only a few seconds. I rounded the end of the aisle with coffee, tea, and creamer and started down the aisle with soft drinks. Tiffany was standing on her tip-toes and trying to get a two-liter of soda down off the top rack. She’s not very tall, and she was having trouble. I thought it would be nice to help her so I walked up and asked which one she wanted.She smiled the most beautiful smile I’d seen in a long time.“The cola. I don’t know why they have to put stuff up so high. I’m just not tall enough to reach.”I pulled the bottle out of the rack and handed it to her.“You just need one?”She smiled again.“Yes, for now. Thanks.”The woman put the bottle in her shopping buggy and walked away, but not before I determined several things about her. One, she had really great legs for a small woman, and her hips were fantastic. Her shorts were short enough and fit snugly enough for me to tell that. Two, though her loose top didn’t show much of anything, it was pretty obvious the woman was well endowed. Three, she didn’t wear any rings on her left hand, but did wear an engagement ring and wedding ring on her right ring finger. Patty, one of the women at work, wore her rings like that, and told me it was to signify she’d been divorced. I suppose it was to tell any man if he couldn’t live with that to stay away. Patty sometimes wore a T-shirt that said “I am not a bitch, I am THE BITCH, and to you I am Ms. Bitch.” I mostly stayed away from Patty. That shirt was very appropriate.Then there was that smile. It was devastatingly beautiful, and made the woman’s face the same way. I honestly thought about trying to catch up to her and introduce myself, but I’m no kid anymore, and she looked pretty young. I figured she’d be polite, but that was about all that would happen.Saturday afternoon wasn’t my usual time for grocery shopping, but I went back to Walmart at the same time the next Saturday. I suppose it was wishful thinking. A lot of people shop at Walmart at that time of day. It wasn’t likely I’d see her again. I did though, in the canned goods aisle. I’d been thinking about the age difference through the week, and I knew some women like older men. I decided to find out if she was one of them. After taking a deep breath, I pushed my buggy up beside hers and started looking at the canned carrots.The woman looked up and smiled again.“You’re the man who helped me last week.”“Huh; Oh, yeah; that would be me. Need any more help?”The woman smiled again, said, “Nope. I can reach these.”, and bent over to pick up two cans of peas. When she straightened back up, she gave me an odd look. I suppose it was because I was standing there with my mouth hanging open. It was that way because when the woman bent over, her shorts rode up a little and I could see out the delicate curve where her hips met her thighs. She smiled again then, but the smile looked a little impish, and her face was a little flushed.“Mister, are you all right?”I shook my head, and grinned. She had to know that would happen, and knowing she knew made her all that much more interesting.“I’m fine. I was just having a daydream.”I stuck out my hand.“I’m Bill.”The woman took my hand and shook it gently.“I’m Tiffany.”Well, after that day, I started buying my groceries on Saturday instead of Wednesday night. I usually saw Tiffany somewhere in the store. Sometimes she’d just wave when she saw me. Sometimes we’d talk for a couple minutes about nothing in particular. It took another two weeks before I asked if she ever dated men. Tiffany chuckled.“I don’t date other women if that’s what you’re asking.”“No, nothing like that. I just thought maybe you’d like to have dinner some night.”“So you’re asking me out?”“I haven’t yet, but I was going to. Do you like pizza?”Over pizza the next Saturday night, I learned a lot about Tiffany. She was ten years younger than I, and had been divorced for a while. She didn’t say much about her marriage, just that she was glad to be out of it. Even though I didn’t know any details, I found myself not liking her husband very much. Tiffany was a pretty woman with a great figure, but she was much more than that. She was a very intelligent and interesting woman. Her outside appearance was just the icing on a very rich cake. I couldn’t understand how any man could treat her so poorly that she’d leave him unless he was a complete ass. I don’t have much patience for complete asses, and I told her that. She defended him a little.“He wasn’t like that. He just didn’t understand what I needed. I guess he never learned from his dad, and he didn’t want to listen to me.”“Well, some guys are lucky to have someone to tell them. I guess he didn’t. I didn’t either. I had to learn it on my own.”“How did you do that?”“Trial and error in my old sixty Chevy mostly.”She chuckled.“Front or back seat?”“Uh; front. Never made it all the way to the back seat. Girls would let a guy play a little, but except for a couple, they wouldn’t let a guy get too far.”Tiffany grinned.“I was one of those girls - not the ones who got in the back seat -the other kind. It was a thrill knowing I had something guys wanted, and it was a real thrill teasing them, but Mom would have locked me in my room until I was twenty if she thought I was doing more than that.”“I guess I never thought girls got off by teasing guys. They seemed pretty reluctant to let you even touch them.”“My mom told me the touching would feel good, but nobody buys a used car if they can get a new one for the same price. She said it’s better to leave something to the imagination. I got all excited thinking about what boys were imagining about me.”I could sympathize with the guys Tiffany was talking about. If she looked anything then like she looked now, they’d have been fantasizing about all sorts of things; just like I was at that very moment. I thought just maybe Tiffany was a little excited by our conversation. I could just make out the rounded bumps of her nipples against her top. They hadn’t been there before. I was liking those bumps way too much for a first date.I laughed.“You got excited? What you girls did to us guys was a lot more than make us excited.”“And what would that be?”“Well, a guy can’t really hide being excited very well, if you understand what I’m saying. I mean, it’s bad enough that at that age it seems to happen all by itself a lot, but when a girl dresses up in little shorts or a tight T-shirt, well; ”Tiffany gave me a sheepish grin.“So, are you saying I’m doing that now?”“Let’s just say I need another cup of coffee before I take you back to your house.”Tiffany giggled.“OK, I’ll try to be good. No; what I meant was, I’ll try to make sure that problem go away. Oh; not that either. I’ll just sit here until it does and not do anything else.”My problem did go away about half way through the second cup of coffee, but only because Tiffany asked me about my job. Somehow, talking about being an engineer and erotic thoughts don’t go very well together. The problem came back when I drove away from her house though. As she said goodnight, Tiffany touched my arm and thanked me for dinner. That was enough.We dated for the next three months about every weekend, and I noticed a gradual change in Tiffany. She started to ask if I liked what she was wearing. I knew better than to say anything except she looked great. She wouldn’t let it go at that. She kept asking me if she looked sexy or not. I didn’t have to make up that answer. Tiffany would have looked sexy in sweatpants and a sweatshirt.One night after we’d finished dinner, she asked what she should wear on our next date. I wasn’t really sure what she was asking, so I decided to tease her a little and fulfill one of my fantasies at the same time, if only a little.“Well, you know, every time I take you somewhere, guys are staring at you. Maybe you should be like you said and tease them a little.”Tiffany blushed.“You mean, show something.”“Well, not everything, but a little peek wouldn’t hurt.”I waggled my eyebrows a couple of times and then grinned.“I know I’d like it.”“OK, so what should I wear.”I thought about that for a minute. She’d probably never go for it, but;“OK, do you have a top that’s sort of loose, and is made of some sort of knit?”“I think so.”“Well wear that next Saturday and we’ll go to the zoo.”Tiffany smiled.“I don’t see how that’s going to show anybody anything.”“It will if you don’t wear your bra.”Tiffany turned the cutest shade of pink.“Why; why anybody could see how big I am and they could see my ; my; well you know. I’d be embarrassed to death.”I laughed.“Well, you asked, and I told you.”There was that sheepish grin again.“I suppose you’d make me wish I had dressed that way if I didn’t, too.”I hadn’t really expected that, but since she’d asked;“I could probably think up some way to punish you, no hitting or anything like that, just something that might embarrass you more.”I wasn’t sure how she’d be dressed when I picked her up the next Saturday. She wore the top I’d asked her to wear, but she was also obviously wearing a bra. She didn’t say anything when she got in my pickup, but she did smile at me, and she shrugged her shoulders.Later that afternoon, after I bought us some sodas, Tiffany chuckled.“I guess you see I chickened out?”“Yes, I’m not too surprised though. I figured you might.”“So, when do I get punished?”I shrugged.“Let’s go to Opry Mills on Saturday and look around. You can wear the same outfit then, but that won’t be your punishment. That’ll come later.”“What are you going to do to me?” she giggled.“You’ll see.”I pulled my pickup into Tiffany’s drive a little after lunch the next Saturday. When I knocked on her door, it took her a while to open it. When she did, she stood behind the door and just peered around it as she let me in.“Tiffany, what’s the matter?”“I; I don’t know if I can do this or not. That’s what’s the matter.”“Do what?”Tiffany closed the door and then let her arms fall to her sides.“I didn’t put on a bra, and look.”I was looking. Actually, I was staring. Tiffany had on the same loose top as the Saturday before, but what she was doing to it without a bra was fantastic. The thin material seemed to cling to her skin in places, and her big breasts stood out a lot. So did her nipples. They made big sexy bumps in the top.I chuckled.“I don’t see anything wrong. All I see is a woman, a really sexy woman, granted, but still a woman.”“But my boobies stick out and they wobble when I walk and my nipples get stiff and they show and; ”I cut her off.“You can go put your bra on if you want, but you’ll have to pay for it.”“More than for last Saturday?”“Oh, definitely more. I can hardly wait.”Tiffany frowned.“OK; I’ll go this way, but don’t you dare leave me alone, not even for a second.”I had no intentions of leaving Tiffany alone. I wouldn’t have strayed from her side for any reason. She was just too damned great to look at. The men sitting on the benches waiting for their wives to get done shopping thought so too. When Tiffany and I walked by, what had been frowns turned into grins, and they followed her every move. I could understand that, because Tiffany’s every move caused her big breasts to do a seductive little dance under her top.If their wives happened to be sitting there beside their husbands when we walked by, those men grinned too. Their wives, not so much. I saw a couple women give their husband a whack on the arm, and some quiet, but animated conversation seemed to always followI was watching more than the way Tiffany’s heavy breasts moved around under her top. It was obvious that while her face looked a little fearful, she was enjoying herself. Her eyes were always a beautiful part of her face, but as we walked past people going in and out of the shops, they were wide open and almost glittering. I didn’t know if Tiffany was becoming aroused, but her eyes said she might be.Her nipples said the same to me. One man, an older gentleman, winked at her as she walked by. What had been two soft bumps in the front of her blouse quickly grew a lot bigger and longer. Where before from a distance, the bumps could have been only a shadow or fold in the material, now there was no question about their origin.We walked from one end of Opry Mills to the other and then back, and I think Tiffany probably turned on every man who saw her except for one guy who was obviously very in touch with his feminine identity. I know by the time we started back, the only thing keeping me from developing a tent in my jeans was watching the guys watching Tiffany as much as I was watching her. As it was, I only had the stiffness of anticipation, anticipation I knew I shouldn’t press.Tiffany’s eyes were still shining bright when we got in my truck to go home. As I pulled out onto the Briley, she looked at me and grinned.“That was fun. I was terrified, but it was fun. Did you see how the men looked at me?”I laughed.“Well, Tiffany, you made a whole bunch of guys really horny today. I thought you were enjoying it.”“I tried not to show it. How did you know?”“Well, your eyes got really big and bright, and your uh; nipples; they got stiff and pushed out the front of your blouse.”Tiffany looked down and stroked the soft bump on each breast.“I didn’t realize they were doing that. I’d have been embarrassed to tears if I had.”“Well, they were. They did every time a guy looked at you, well, almost every time anyway.”“So, I did good?”I laughed again.“If that wasn’t good, I don’t know what is.”“Does this mean I don’t get punished?”“No, just that you did good today. You still have to pay for last Saturday.”“What are you going to do to me?”“Nothing. You’re going to do it yourself. See that semi up there?”“Yes.”“I’m going to pull up beside his cab.”The pickup responded to my foot on the accelerator, and we were soon cruising along beside the semi.“OK, Tiffany, flash the nice trucker.”“W

Sara is joined this week by fashion icon and wife of music legend Marcus King, Briley King! Sara and Briley discuss Briley's impeccable style and she gives a full fit check of the outfit she's wearing. The two of them also talk in depth about the hate that they each receive online, the ever changing music industry, and the importance of family. They very quickly become bonded over their love for chicken and tennis, and Sara shares with Briley a jarring dental story that you do not want to miss!   About Briley King:   Briley King is the daughter of a long-haul trucker, the wife to a touring musician, and the heart behind Little Bird Trucking. Born and raised in North Carolina, Briley was taught the importance of drive and dedication at a very young age. At seven years old, her parents told her if she wanted to take singing lessons, she would have to fund the money herself. That day, she cut the top off a milk jug and sang on the street until she raised enough money to do so. Her work ethic later earned her a degree in Communications from East Carolina University, where she began working in Corporate Litigation before moving into finance. For her thirtieth birthday, Briley planned an evening out with friends to go to a Marcus King concert. She only knew a few songs – one, specifically, that she noted helped get her through a hard breakup. After the show, Marcus found a post she made on Instagram and immediately messaged her, inviting her to another one of his concerts. “I walked on his tour bus wearing a big, huge caftan and Mignonne Gavigan bird earrings,” she shares. “I said, ‘What's up, y'all, I look like Big Bird,' and Marcus looked at me and said, ‘No, you're a little bird.'” After a night of singing and dancing, Marcus told Briley to quit her job and marry him, but it had always been instilled in her to have her own thing going - her own identity – even when she was to get married. While living on the tour bus, and unsure of when she would be able to wash and style her hair next, trucker hats became a wardrobe staple for her. She started collecting them through eBay, vintage stores, gas stations, merch stands, friends, and beyond. One night, while Marcus was on stage in his signature feather cowboy hat, Briley had the idea to make her own trucker hats detailed with a feather. Briley hand-makes every hat, usually around two hundred per day, in addition to boxing up packages, shipping each order, handling all customer inquiries, and running the social media account. She has gotten to collaborate with the iconic Houston Rodeo, celebrities, and - to make it all full circle - Mignonne Gavigan, the designer of the earrings she wore the night she met Marcus. With many accomplishments and orders to all fifty states, her absolute favorite part is watching others rock their Little Bird Trucking gear. She also acknowledges she couldn't do it without her incredible USPS mail carrier, Samantha Knox, who has gone above and beyond to help her with each order. While the idea behind starting a trucker hat company began as an ode to her dad, it has since flourished into reflecting many aspects of her own life. Birds have always signified a lot to Briley; in addition to always having a fascination for Cardinals, her grandfather loved birds. She shares, “he had a chair by the window and a bird I.D. book… all day, he would sit on his porch and identify the birds that would come to the bird feeder.” Ten days after Briley and Marcus met, her grandfather passed away. She adds that Marcus and her grandmother have an incredible relationship, and that she truly believes her grandfather sent Marcus to not only her, but her whole family.   Listen to Unbroke: (https://ffm.to/seunbroke)   LET'S BE SOCIAL:   Follow Briley King: Instagram: (@realbrileyking) Tiktok: (@kidsmealsupreme) Website: https://www.littlebirdtrucking.com/about   Follow Diving in Deep Podcast: Instagram –(@divingindeeppod) TikTok – (@divingindeeppod) Twitter – (@divingindeeppod) Facebook – (@divingindeeppod)   Follow Sara Evans: Instagram – (@saraevansmusic) TikTok – (@saraevansmusic) Twitter – (@saraevansmusic) Facebook – (@saraevansmusic)   Produced and Edited by: The Cast Collective (Nashville, TN) YouTube – ( @TheCastCollective ) Instagram – (@TheCastCollective) Twitter – (@TheCastCollective)   Directed by: Erin Dugan Edited By: Sean Dugan, Corey Williams, & Michaela Dolph https://www.thecastcollective.com

Sara is joined this week by fashion icon and wife of music legend Marcus King, Briley King! Sara and Briley discuss Briley's impeccable style and she gives a full fit check of the outfit she's wearing. The two of them also talk in depth about the hate that they each receive online, the ever changing music industry, and the importance of family. They very quickly become bonded over their love for chicken and tennis, and Sara shares with Briley a jarring dental story that you do not want to miss!   About Briley King:   Briley King is the daughter of a long-haul trucker, the wife to a touring musician, and the heart behind Little Bird Trucking. Born and raised in North Carolina, Briley was taught the importance of drive and dedication at a very young age. At seven years old, her parents told her if she wanted to take singing lessons, she would have to fund the money herself. That day, she cut the top off a milk jug and sang on the street until she raised enough money to do so. Her work ethic later earned her a degree in Communications from East Carolina University, where she began working in Corporate Litigation before moving into finance. For her thirtieth birthday, Briley planned an evening out with friends to go to a Marcus King concert. She only knew a few songs - one, specifically, that she noted helped get her through a hard breakup. After the show, Marcus found a post she made on Instagram and immediately messaged her, inviting her to another one of his concerts. "I walked on his tour bus wearing a big, huge caftan and Mignonne Gavigan bird earrings," she shares. "I said, 'What's up, y'all, I look like Big Bird,' and Marcus looked at me and said, 'No, you're a little bird.'" After a night of singing and dancing, Marcus told Briley to quit her job and marry him, but it had always been instilled in her to have her own thing going - her own identity - even when she was to get married. While living on the tour bus, and unsure of when she would be able to wash and style her hair next, trucker hats became a wardrobe staple for her. She started collecting them through eBay, vintage stores, gas stations, merch stands, friends, and beyond. One night, while Marcus was on stage in his signature feather cowboy hat, Briley had the idea to make her own trucker hats detailed with a feather. Briley hand-makes every hat, usually around two hundred per day, in addition to boxing up packages, shipping each order, handling all customer inquiries, and running the social media account. She has gotten to collaborate with the iconic Houston Rodeo, celebrities, and - to make it all full circle - Mignonne Gavigan, the designer of the earrings she wore the night she met Marcus. With many accomplishments and orders to all fifty states, her absolute favorite part is watching others rock their Little Bird Trucking gear. She also acknowledges she couldn't do it without her incredible USPS mail carrier, Samantha Knox, who has gone above and beyond to help her with each order. While the idea behind starting a trucker hat company began as an ode to her dad, it has since flourished into reflecting many aspects of her own life. Birds have always signified a lot to Briley; in addition to always having a fascination for Cardinals, her grandfather loved birds. She shares, "he had a chair by the window and a bird I.D. book... all day, he would sit on his porch and identify the birds that would come to the bird feeder." Ten days after Briley and Marcus met, her grandfather passed away. She adds that Marcus and her grandmother have an incredible relationship, and that she truly believes her grandfather sent Marcus to not only her, but her whole family.   Listen to Unbroke: (https://ffm.to/seunbroke)   LET'S BE SOCIAL:   Follow Briley King: Instagram: (@realbrileyking) Tiktok: (@kidsmealsupreme) Website: https://www.littlebirdtrucking.com/about   Follow Diving in Deep...

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This week I had the privilege of being interviewed by my daughter Victoria and co-host Briley on the Same Wage Podcast. Victoria and Briley desire to see their generation come under healthy spiritual fathers and mothers. In this episode, we talk about what it looks like to be a spiritual father, building safe places, and fighting for legacy! As you hear the hearts of these two women, I pray a fresh hope will arise in you that this generation will not be left behind! Join us today as we dive deep into what it looks like for a generation to be fathered! Much love,Barry C. Maracle ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------To sow a seed or become a monthly partner with Barry and Tammy Maracle, please click here: https://www.barrymaracle.ca/partner------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Main site: https://www.barrymaracle.ca/Podcast: https://podcasts.apple.com/ca/podcast...Facebook: / barry.maracle Instagram: / barrymaracle Twitter: / barrymaracle Event Calendar: https://www.barrymaracle.ca/calendar-1#trending #hope #gospel #faith #leaders #transformationaltalks #revival #podcast

Y'all know Savannah likes to keep her circle tight but it's official, Savannah made a new friend, Briley King! These fast friends laugh almost the entire episode, and still somehow find a way to hit those deep topics the show is known for. Briley's lovely husband (and insanely musician), Marcus King, surprises her, and we still can't tell if she's more excited about him or about the chicken fingers he brought her. Just kidding - it's definitely him! From Big Bird, to Botox Talk to Bojangles, this one will take you for a ride. Buckle up!Make sure to check out Briley's Company, Little Bird Trucking!Thank you to our sponsors for supporting our show!- HYATT VIVID: Joyful moments and vivid memories are waiting for you.Learn more at https://www.HyattVividResorts.com and discover limited-time grand opening rates and a free speedboat excursion for two.- JENNI KAYNE: Find your forever pieces @JenniKayne and get 15% OFF with promo code UNLOCKED at https://www.jennikayne.com/unlocked #jennikaynepartner- PROGRESSIVE: Join the over 28 million drivers who trust Progressive. Visit us at https://www.progressive.com(Restrictions apply. Not available in all states and situations.)LET'S BE SOCIAL:Follow Savannah Chrisley: Instagram (https://www.instagram.com/SavannahChrisleyTikTok (https://www.tiktok.com/@SavannahChrisley)Twitter (https://twitter.com/_itssavannah_)Follow BrileyInstagram: @realbrileyking @littlebirdtruckingTikTok: @kidsmealsupremehttps://www.littlebirdtrucking.com/Follow Unlocked Podcast:Instagram (https://www.instagram.com/UnlockedWithSavannah)TikTok (https://www.tiktok.com/@UnlockedWithSav)Produced and Edited by "The Cast Collective" in Nashville, TNVisit us today at https://www.thecastcollective.comFollow The Cast Collective on Instagram & Twitter!Instagram (https://www.instagram.com/TheCastCollective)Twitter (https://www.twitter.com/TheCastCollective)

Dylan Briley is the Head Chef at Crush, former Sous Chef at Mr & Mrs Bund, and former chef at Goga in Shanghai.  He is also an artist, culinary consultant and DJ.  Today we talk about digital addiction, self-hate and his experiences working in the restaurant industry, both in the US and China. He recounts a pivotal moment when he had a heart attack while working at a restaurant in Shanghai and shares a story of the time he ruined a steak for an American President.  We discuss the challenges he faced adapting to the different management styles and cultural norms in Chinese kitchens, being the most hated person in the room, as well as the stress and self-doubt he experienced early in his career in China.  Dylan reflects on the importance of finding balance, being true to oneself, and embracing opportunities for personal growth.  Bon Appétit.  _____________________ If you enjoy this show don't forget to leave a rating Follow Us On Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/thehonestdrink_/ Join Us On WeChat: THD_Official 小红书: THD The Honest Drink Find us on: Spotify, Apple, Google Podcasts, YouTube, 小红书, Ximalaya, 小宇宙, 网易云音乐, Bilibili or anywhere else you get your podcasts.

Joining us from France, Briley Rossiter (Ainsley's sister) returns to the show to provide an update on her happenings since Rooster and Joe last visited with her in Episode 2. From a daytime train to Barcelona and a Paris-bound Amsterdam bus at midnight to the Colosseum in Rome for New Year's Eve and the French Alps to start the calendar year - Briley reports on her European travels and accessible observations from the Champagne Capital of the world.  An aspiring Mental Health professional, Briley shares her plans after France, as well as insight into how she leveraged curiosity to fully immerse herself into this opportunity to teach American culture and English to French students, while also working as a nanny for a local French family.  Embrace your curiosity and enjoy this insightful conversation.Email us at Podcast@AinsleysAngels.org if you would like to ask a question, nominate a guest or recommend a future topic.  Audio version of the Together, We Shall Podcast can be found on Buzzsprout (link below), on the Apple Podcast app, as well as on Spotify, Amazon, and the Ainsley's Angels YouTube channel for those seeking closed captioning or just like to watch vice listen to podcasts. https://twspodcast.buzzsprout.com  The Together, We Shall Podcast is hosted by Kim ‘Rooster' Rossiter, President and Co-Founder of Ainsley's Angels of America, and Joe Orth, Executive Vice President of Ainsley's Angels. This inclusive podcast takes you into a world of tangents and thoroughfares, focusing on a conversation to be determined. Highlighting current events, insightful antidotes and life lessons with banter, sit back and listen to a little bit of humor and a few emotional deep dives during each episode. Let's roll! If you would like to join us on the podcast, place to share/tell stories and connect, or nominate someone to join us on the podcast, email us at Podcast@AinsleysAngels.org

Only two souls managed to escape the deadly clutches of the Briley brothers, this time Linwood and Anthony, to tell their tale: William and Virginia Bucher. Now, both have passed on, their stories echoing in the grave. Unless the shadows of the past decide to part and reveal hitherto unknown survivors or witnesses, the blood-curdling events that transpired on the night of the 12th of March, 1979, stand as the gruesome overture to a seven-month symphony of horror. The modus operandi of these ruthless killers was as cold as it was random. Linwood, the elder of the two, sauntered up to the quaint, tightly packed home of the Buchers, nestled in the heart of Lafayette Avenue, and rapped his knuckles against the front door in a parody of normalcy. William Bucher, in a later account, revealed his initial assumption that it was the paperboy, come to collect his due, which rendered him unguarded enough to open the door. As the portal swung open, he found himself staring not at the familiar face of the paperboy, but at the strange and unsettling countenance of a complete unknown.Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/theserialkillerpodcastWebsite: https://www.theserialkillerpodcast.comFacebook: https://www.facebook.com/theskpodcastInstagram: https://www.instagram.com/serialkillerpodTwitter: https://twitter.com/serialkillerpodSupport this show http://supporter.acast.com/the-serial-killer-podcast. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Imagine if you will, dear listener, an anonymous-looking apartment house on Barton Avenue, Richmond, state of Virginia. It hadn't been opened for three baking-hot days. Opening the door, the seasoned investigators were blasted with a wave of heat and rot. The smell was like a wall, or more apt; a tsunami of death hitting them square in the face as they entered. They had experienced this before, for some of the investigators it was part and parcel of the job. But they had not seen a crime scene like this; with snakes slithering on the floor, stained with old blood from the floor. The investigators got out fast and called for animal-control officers to subdue and remove the snakes. Later, after this was done, it had to be admitted the killers knew something, however minimal, about psychological warfare. Releasing from their confinement Harvey Wilkerson's pet snakes had been nothing short of successfully annoying, and potentially dangerous to anyone entering the crime scene. They were also very well capable of damaging and/or obscuring crucial evidence.Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/theserialkillerpodcastWebsite: https://www.theserialkillerpodcast.comFacebook: https://www.facebook.com/theskpodcastInstagram: https://www.instagram.com/serialkillerpodTwitter: https://twitter.com/serialkillerpodSupport this show http://supporter.acast.com/the-serial-killer-podcast. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

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Have you heard of the Briley Brothers? Three young brothers, and a teenage neighbor, went on a vicious murder, robbery, and rape spree in Richmond, Virginia in 1979. And then two of the brothers later planned a historic death row prison escape.  Today's episode really again asks the question, "Are some people just born evil?" It sure seems ago with at least Linwood Briley. A wild story that I'm surprised isn't more commonly known. CLICK HERE TO WATCH MY NEW SPECIAL ON YOUTUBE! Trying to Get BetterWet Hot Bad Magic Summer Camp tickets are ON SALE!  BadMagicMerch.com Get tour tickets at dancummins.tv Watch the Suck on YouTube: https://youtu.be/zEy8jHeshIcMerch: https://www.badmagicmerch.comTimesuck Discord! https://discord.gg/tqzH89vWant to join the Cult of the Curious private Facebook Group? Go directly to Facebook and search for "Cult of the Curious" in order to locate whatever happens to be our most current page :)For all merch related questions/problems: store@badmagicproductions.com (copy and paste)Please rate and subscribe on iTunes and elsewhere and follow the suck on social media!! @timesuckpodcast on IG and http://www.facebook.com/timesuckpodcastWanna become a Space Lizard?  Click here: https://www.patreon.com/timesuckpodcastSign up through Patreon and for $5 a month you get to listen to the Secret Suck, which will drop Thursdays at Noon, PST. You'll also get 20% off of all regular Timesuck merch PLUS access to exclusive Space Lizard merch. You get to vote on two Monday topics each month via the app. And you get the download link for my new comedy album, Feel the Heat. Check the Patreon posts to find out how to download the new album and take advantage of other benefits