Podcasts about Cambria

Volatility has returned to markets with a vengeance, but is this something to fear or embrace? It depends entirely on your perspective and preparation.When markets plummet, most investors panic. But what if market downturns actually represent opportunity? For younger investors with decades ahead, buying assets at discounted prices might be the best possible scenario. As Meb Faber points out, "You want to dollar cost average when stocks are at a PE of 10, not a PE of 40."The conversation delves into the nature of market volatility itself. Historical data reveals that approximately 70-80% of the market's best and worst days occur when prices trade below their 200-day moving average. This volatility clustering means big down days and big up days tend to happen close together - a phenomenon that quantitative approaches can potentially exploit.Perhaps most illuminating is the discussion around what true diversification actually means. Many investors believe they're diversified simply by owning the S&P 500, failing to recognize they're only exposed to U.S. large-caps. Genuine diversification extends across asset classes, geographies, and strategies - particularly important when correlations tighten during market stress.The discussion explores effective tail risk management strategies, including tactical allocation approaches and explicit hedging techniques. International markets trading at single-digit PE ratios offer compelling value compared to expensive U.S. indices, potentially signaling a regime shift after years of U.S. dominance.Whether this market volatility represents the beginning of something larger or merely a temporary correction remains uncertain. What's clear is that having a written investment plan before volatility strikes makes all the difference between reacting emotionally and responding strategically. As markets continue their wild ride, those who prepared for turbulence will navigate with confidence while others scramble for direction.DISCLAIMER – PLEASE READ: This is a sponsored episode for which Lead-Lag Publishing, LLC has been paid a fee. Lead-Lag Publishing, LLC does not guarantee the accuracy or completeness of the information provided in the episode or make any representation as to its quality. All statements and expressions provided in this episode are the sole opinion of Cambria and Lead-Lag Publishing, LLC expressly disclaims any responsibility for action taken in connection with the information provided in the discussion. The content in this program is for informational purposes only. You should not construe any information or other material as investment, financial, tax, or other advice. The vieThis Mother's Day, give a gift that is truly special—one that captures memories, preserves love, and lasts for generations. With TellMel.AI, you can turn your cherished stories into a timeless keepsake. It's simple and heartfelt. This Mother's Day, give more than just a gift—give the magic of storytelling, a legacy that will be cherished for generations. Start today at TellMel.AI. Sign up to The Lead-Lag Report on Substack and get 30% off the annual subscription today by visiting http://theleadlag.report/leadlaglive. Foodies unite…with HowUdish!It's social media with a secret sauce: FOOD! The world's first network for food enthusiasts. HowUdish connects foodies across the world!Share kitchen tips and recipe hacks. Discover hidden gem food joints and street food. Find foodies like you, connect, chat and organize meet-ups!HowUdish makes it simple to connect through food anywhere in the world.So, how do YOU dish? Download HowUdish on the Apple App Store today:

Sándor Márai (Kassa1900- San Diego, 1989). Es el autor de 'El último encuentro', 'Divorcio en Buda', 'Los celosos', 'La amante de Bolzano' o 'La mujer justa', entre otras. 'La herencia de Eszter' se publicó en 1939. 

Changes aren't permanent, but change is. I was certainly experiencing a lot of changes in my life through my late teens and early twenties, from new experiences to new beliefs to new tastes in music. In those years a band showed up on my radar with such a unique sound, blending prog rock with pop punk and topping it with a sci-fi story about...something, I dunno. I think it's like Final Fantasy but the guys that wanna kill God are the bad guys in this one. Regardless of the incoherence, it blew me away and became one of my new favorite things. Later on, after seeing them live, I realized I had been missing out on an entire half of their catalogue, despite owning it, and went back to listen with fresh ears, and finally it all clicked and I was in, front to back. The band's second outing in particular stuck with me, and also with a good homie of mine who i would not meet for another 10+ years. Now we join forces to take on Coheed & Cambria's In Keeping Secrets of Silent Earth: 3.

This episode is about Coheed and Cambria's debut album, The Second Stage Turbine Blade. Before you listen, just remember The Mages rule over humankind, the Prise protect the Keywork, and the humans make up the general population of the Fence. Tri-Mage Wilhelm Ryan's rule has lasted for dozens of years and has descended into tyranny. A young female mage, named Mariah, has risen to power on Paris: Earth and represents a major threat to Ryan, as she is gaining followers because she opposes Ryan's rule and demands justice. I need Mayo. Slap City picks: "The Afterglow" by Silverstein, "The Liar's Club" by Coheed and Cambria. Listen to our playlist here Join us in 2 weeks when we'll discuss our next pick, Will Smith's Based on a True Story!

The Kent-Burningham household took a road trip to Cambria (we're already laughing too) AFTER Lala made a couple of new “mom friends” (wait till you hear this story)! They stopped at the Madonna Inn, and toured the Hearst Castle, and got their fill of art and kitsch. All the stories. Plus, are you ready for Saturday's Pink Moon! Check your zodiac signs! And did you watch the White Lotus finale? Shocking! And there's a special message for the trolls hating on RHONY's Erin Lichy!   GTL video episodes available Fridays at 9am Pacific on YouTube: https://youtube.com/@GiveThemLalaPodcast?si=9oETguBpysJbttBz Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

Join us this week as the brothers chat a 500kg metal ring falling from space, the latest Coheed & Cambria album, the announced soundtrack on Tony Hawk 3+4 and more.

Luis Sepúlveda (Ovalle, Chile, 1949 - Oviedo, 2020). Es el autor de 'Mundo del fin del mundo', 'Nombre de torero', 'El fin de la Historia' o 'Historia de una gaviota y del gato que le enseñó a volar', el libro de viajes 'Patagonia Express', y varios volúmenes de relatos, como 'Desencuentros'. 'Un viejo que leía novelas de amor' se publicó en 1989. 

Hometown Radio 04/04/25 3p: Pet & Pie of the Week then Kitty Connolly previews the Cambria Nonprofit Community Fair

Welcome back to another Trve. Cvlt. Pop! your favourite music chat podcast innit.Steve and Gaz are here, Gaz is feeling pretty ropey and ill, bless him. But that can't take away from the fact that March 2025 was an incredible, and we mean INCREDIBLE, month for new music. There is plenty to round up, meaning you're getting reviews of new releases from: Lady Gaga, clipping., The Wildhearts, The Horrors, Playboi Carty, Steven Wilson, Hotwax, Vulfpeck, Swervedriver, Coheed & Cambria, Backxwash, Bob Mould, Swarmi John Reis, Hamilton Leithauser, Deafheaven, Raging Speedhorn, Girlpuppy, Polly Money, Sacred Paws and Firehills.There's also a review of The Who and Level 42 at The Royal Albert Hall.

'Big Al' secures the last guaranteed entry spot into our Pop-Up with Coheed & Cambria. Chicago’s best morning radio show now has a podcast! Don’t forget to rate, review, and subscribe wherever you listen to podcasts and remember that the conversation always lives on the Q101 Facebook page. Brian & Kenzie are live every morning from 6a-10a on Q101. Subscribe to our channel HERE: https://www.youtube.com/@Q101 Like Q101 on Facebook HERE: https://www.facebook.com/q101chicago Follow Q101 on Twitter HERE: https://twitter.com/Q101Chicago Follow Q101 on Instagram HERE: https://www.instagram.com/q101chicago/?hl=en Follow Q101 on TikTok HERE: https://www.tiktok.com/@q101chicago?lang=enSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

'Big Al' secures the last guaranteed entry spot into our Pop-Up with Coheed & Cambria. Chicago’s best morning radio show now has a podcast! Don’t forget to rate, review, and subscribe wherever you listen to podcasts and remember that the conversation always lives on the Q101 Facebook page. Brian & Kenzie are live every morning from 6a-10a on Q101. Subscribe to our channel HERE: https://www.youtube.com/@Q101 Like Q101 on Facebook HERE: https://www.facebook.com/q101chicago Follow Q101 on Twitter HERE: https://twitter.com/Q101Chicago Follow Q101 on Instagram HERE: https://www.instagram.com/q101chicago/?hl=en Follow Q101 on TikTok HERE: https://www.tiktok.com/@q101chicago?lang=enSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Cultists, there are a number of films celebrating significant anniversaries in 2025. So your Horror Hosts are using that as an excuse to put some real gems on the Exam Table. First up the film that introduced most of the world to Christopher Nolan, Memento. The mind-bending Neo-Noir was an instant Cult Classic and, over the intervening quarter century, has become a Classic Classic. Please join us for the Dissection.  Dissection Topic: https://www.imdb.com/title/tt0209144/?ref_=ext_shr  https://www.amazon.com/Memento-Guy-Pearce/dp/B07HJFZ25H  Unholy Sacrament  Unknown Territory by Rōm Beer Co.https://untp.beer/2f996860fc Dark Tidings  The Bride pushed to 2026 https://www.hollywoodreporter.com/movies/movie-news/maggie-gyllenhaal-the-bride-moves-out-of-2025-1236168657/  Vault Of Darkness  Ministry, The Squirrely Yearshttps://ministryband.com/the-squirrely-years  Drudkh, Shadowplayhttps://drudkh.bandcamp.com/album/shadow-play  Coheed and Cambria, Vaxis III: The Father Of Make-believe https://store.coheedandcambria.com/products/vaxis-iii-the-father-of-make-believe-cd?srsltid=AfmBOopY1mAUfCtVKN4UI8lz5J7YBuZ63pa8ihkx409BECd5w-oKR-Ln  Deatheaven, Lonely People With Power https://deafheaven.com/products/lonely-people-with-power-double-lp-daydream-variant-pre-order Tenet (2020, Nolan) https://www.imdb.com/title/tt6723592/?ref_=ext_shr  Irreversible (2002, Noe) https://www.imdb.com/title/tt0290673/?ref_=ext_shr  #memento, #mementomori,  #christophernolan, #chrisnolan, #guypearce, #carrieannemoss, #joepantoliano, #neonoir, #filmnoir, #anterogradeamnesia, #shorttermmemoryloss,  #oksowhatamidoing, #remembersammyjankis, #ihavethiscondition, #sowhereareyou, #thedarkknight, #inception, #oppenheimer, #theprestige, #nolan,

An April Fools Prank Goes Awry.By SilverFoxMullet - Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories .Spring break was just that, a break. My leg, actually.When I went home to Ottawa for spring break, I met up with a few of my old high school buds, and we took a day trip to the Quebec side for some skiing at one of the nearby hills, north of Ottawa. Mid afternoon, I hit a patch of ice and went down hard. It was quite a day for falls, as the hills were pretty icy this late in the season. I tried to get up, but my right ankle hurt like a bitch. None of my friends had stopped, as we were all falling a lot today, they just assumed I would get up and follow them."Aw fuck!" I groaned. I lay there in the snow for a few minutes, until someone slid to a stop next to me."Hey, are you all right?" the guy asks."No, I hurt my ankle. Fuck.""Don't move it, I'll find the ski patrol. Hang on." He skied away to get help.30 seconds later another guy stopped. Same question. "Hey are you all right?""I think I sprained my ankle. There was a guy here a minute ago, he said he'd send the ski patrol."The guy turned and looked around, then waved and yelled "Ici! Over here! Vien! Here they are."Two guys in red jackets stopped and asked what's wrong. This other guy said "Good luck!" to me, and skied away, as I recounted the fall and my symptoms. The ski patrol guys were great, they radioed for a stretcher and 20 minutes later they're loading me into an ambulance. The rest of the day was a lot of waiting, x-rays, and paperwork. The local hospital had a seasonal trauma unit for all the ski injuries, and they're used to dealing with the inter-provincial healthcare.I called my Dad, who said he'd fetch me from the hospital, then called my buddies who were still in the chalet'. He told them to go home without me. They commiserated and said they'd drop by my house tomorrow and see how I was doing.I eventually got a cast on my right leg. It spanned from my toes to my mid-thigh. I was issued a pair of crutches, and a whole ream of instructions (in both French and English of course) about what to do and what not to do. My Dad showed up somewhere during this tedious process and reassured me everything would be fine.We got home really late, after stopping at a pharmacy for pain meds, and stopping for takeout, damn I was hungry by then. I was asleep in minutes after I took one of those pills after getting home.Next morning, I had to take another pill, damn leg was throbbing like mad. I had to learn how to negotiate using the toilet with crutches, fuck, that's pain in the arse. Then I had to figure out how to shower. They gave me a shower bag for the cast but I couldn't get the damn thing on by myself. Mom was trying to be motherly (naturally) but I was way too embarrassed to be seen naked in front of her. My Dad was a trooper, he helped me with all the bathroom stuff, and I got my shower OK.I wasn't going to be able to drive for a while, so my folks said they'd drive me back to school in Toronto. I could come home by bus and get my car once I was able to drive. Great."Actually, if I could have my car on campus, one of my buddies could drive me around. None of the other guys have a car." Not that my rattly old car was much of a ride, but it got us from A to B."OK" my Dad says, "Your mother can drive you there, and I'll follow in your car, then we'll drive back together.""Awesome, sounds like a plan!"The rest of the day my parents helped me work out how to deal with the cast and crutches and take care of personal stuff by myself, like getting dressed, showering, shaving (yeah, ever try to balance on one foot to shave? fuckin hell), and using the toilet. My mom went shopping and bought me a bunch of baggy sweat pants, something that would go over my cast.My old friends dropped by with some hard coolers the next day, thinking it would cheer me up; but I had to pass on those due to the meds I was on. They laughed at me and drank it all, themselves. We all had a good laugh about my predicament, and they wished me luck at college. Gonna need it, eh?Then it was time to head back to school. I'd been texting and calling my buddies at school, told them the whole idiot story of my misadventures. They laughed at me big time, and of course they worried about their ride, what was gonna happen to my car? I told them about the arrangements and they were happy that it would still be available.The drive to school was really tedious, seemed to last forever, because it was so fricking uncomfortable to sit there with that stiff cast on. They got me and my stuff into my room in the dorm, and said their good-byes. I was so happy that I was on the first floor! No stairs here but there were stairs all over campus. Sure, there's elevators everywhere but I didn't know where most of them were.First order of business, I gotta pee after that road trip. I used the big accessible stall in the bathroom, that was great. Grab bars, lots of room, it really was made for this kind of thing. Easier than the bathroom at home, that's for sure.I was the butt of a lot of jokes and shit for the first few days, but otherwise it was fine. Down in the dining hall I spotted someone else who'd had a fun spring break. There was a girl with her whole arm in a cast, like from shoulder to wrist, with the elbow bent at 90 degrees. I wondered what happened to her. Skiing too I supposed. My buddies said we'd make a great couple and told me to go ask her out. No way, dudes, not gonna happen. I can't talk to girls, I always get freaked out and clam up.The end of March rolled around, and I still had weeks to go before getting my cast off. There was a party on Saturday night, and I was weaning off the strong meds by now so I could have a few drinks. My floor mates were getting me drinks, too; so I ended up having a few more than I would normally have. I was feeling buzzed by the end of the night.One of the guys suddenly showed up with a wheelchair. "Robbo! we got you some wheels, man!""Where'd you steal that from?" I asked, a little dubious about the idea of them scamming someone's chair."No No, totally not stolen, we got it for you from the Red Cross. It's legit, dude!""All right! Let's check out my new ride then!" I hopped over and settled into the chair. They adjusted the footrest out for me and one of them took my crutches, and they started wheeling me away. "Where we goin?" I asked."It's a surprise." says one of them, and then pull a pillowcase down over my head so I can't see where we're going. When I try to pull the covering off, they stopped me, and then the started grabbing my arms & duct taping them to the chair's armrests. We were outside by now, and I started yelling, until they taped the pillowcase tight against my mouth, to muff my yelling. Now I was getting pissed, but there's not much I could do, except literally ride this out.They laughed and giggled and make goofy jokes as they wheeled me around campus. EventuallyI had no idea where I am, and it suddenly strikes me that it was now April 1st. The alcoholic buzz is wearing off fast under the rush of my adrenaline and anger, and I wondered what kind of demented nightmare game they've come up with.I heard more laughing, girls this time, and they make whispered comments back and forth with the guys. I'm now in a building, but I had no clue where. My chair was pushed around some more, bumping into stuff, and then a body is dumped in my lap, then they yanked the duct tape off the pillowcase and I can again my mouth. The room is pitch black. The giggling and laughing is cut off by the slamming of a door, and everything goes quiet.I think there's a girl in my lap, or a small, really nice smelling guy with long hair. She's quiescent, asleep or passed out, pressed against my chest."Hey. Hey, wake up." I said.No response, she's just sitting there, draped over my lap. She's warm and breathing, so it's not a manikin or something. I wondered if she's okay.I started to shift a bit, can't use my arms because they're taped down, but I try to shake her awake with my rocking shoulders. It didn't work, and now I'm afraid that if I move too much she'll fall off onto the floor."Hey, uh, miss, wake up." louder. She's out of it. I turn my head to the side so I'm not yelling in her ear and holler "Hey, enough crap, let me out of here!" Silence reigns. Well, fuck. Now what?'Now what'. Then the fire alarm starts blaring. It startles the heck out of me, but still isn't enough to wake the girl.  I heard loud commotion in the halls for about 30 seconds, but then suddenly there is silence. Fuck, this is getting serious. What if it's a real fire? No, no way, it's April 1st now, gotta be a prank. I'll just wait for her to wake up, and we'll get out of here. My eyes adjusted to the darkness and I began to see faint outlines of what is probably a maintenance closet or storage room.The alarm rings for an annoyingly long time. 15 minutes I guess, I dunno, but it seems interminable. And I need to pee now. When the alarm finally stops the need to pee gets more insistent. I shifted uncomfortably under the weight of my passenger. Her hip is pressed up against my groin, adding to the struggle of my urge to piss.More time passes, and damn, I gotta go bad, now. I'm gonna wet myself, and her too, if I don't get out of here right now. I've tried speaking to her, yelling, shaking her, and then there was another alarm that went on and on. She just isn't gonna wake up. Did those morons drug her or something?I'm desperate now. "Come on, sleeping beauty, wake up!" Sleeping beauty? Yeah, fine, I'll try that before I piss all over her. I think a girl would be slightly less angry about a stolen kiss than wet pants. So I seek her mouth. There was a little light coming in under the door, but suddenly that light went out, and only a faint intermittent light glowed. Oh, crap! That would be the emergency exit lighting. I eventually bumped my faced against her nose, then lowered a bit and kissed her, probably a little too hard for a wakeup smooch, cause I'm dyin' here, gotta pee, gotta pee, gotta pee.She's got nice soft lips, really quite kissable, and I kinda wished she was awake and under different circumstances. I kissed her again, even harder. No response. I try again, this time I let my tongue do the talking, and I push into her mouth. Helluva way to experience my own first ‘tongue-kiss'. Finally, she stirred & turned into the kiss.Surprised, I pull back, and say "Oh thank god you're awake, help me up!"She startled, yelping at me, "Who are you?!""Help me, please, I'm gonna piss my pants! Untie me!"In the dim red glow of an exit sign I finally saw her face. She's kinda cute, not particularly pretty, and she has a cast on her right arm. It's the girl I saw in the dining hall a few times."Hurry!" I pleaded.She struggled off me, and stood. “Where the hell did you take me!” she demanded.I told her that we were both abducted by campus hooligans and locked in some storage room, but I didn't know which building. Then I said; “But I gotta pee right now and my leg is in a cast, and I'm bound to this wheelchair.She felt the tape on my wrists. It's slow going for her to undo the tape with her one weak hand, the way she's pulling at it, she's obviously not left handed.I'm not gonna make it, and I looked around. We're in a janitor's room or something. I spotted a stack of small waste baskets. "Quick, grab one of those buckets and put it between my legs."She's quick on the uptake, I'll give her that, and she grabbed the bucket for me. "Pull my pants down, hurry.""What? No!" she protested."Arrrrggghhh. Please, I'm gonna wet myself." I grind out through my clenched teeth.She reached out with that uncoordinated left hand of hers and fumbles with my sweat pants. I squirmed to lift my hips a bit to help, and the elastic waistband slipped down, exposing my tight briefs."You gotta help. Pull me out, aim for the bucket. Please?"I can see she's not happy with the situation, and she's fighting with her distaste at touching a man, a total stranger at that, in such a bizarre circumstance. But she perseveres, and that delicate hand fishes in my shorts for my cock. She paused momentarily as she made contact, then pulled my cock free. She picked up the empty bucket and aimed my ‘hose' toward the container.I groaned as I let loose. Oh god, finally! The relief was incredible. The poor girl was acting shocked as she dutifully aimed me at the bucket, and she even nudged the bucket a bit closer. I pissed on and on, holy fuck there was so much, and eventually I ran dry.Her disposition is no longer shocked, but instead she appeared to be curious."Oh thank you, you saved me so much embarrassment. You can put me back in there now. Thanks."She hesitated, and timidly tried to one-handedly stuff my cock back through the fly, and after a couple of clumsy tries I'm all set. And of course now my cock was growing fast in her hand, as I no longer had to pee, but there's a wonderful-smelling girl handling that most sensitive part of my anatomy. Something that's never happened before.That last drop of pee evidently got on her hand, and she looked a bit frantic now, "Ew" she says."Just wipe it on my sweats, it's OK." I told her, and she rubbed her hand on my inner thigh. That doesn't help with my ever increasing boner of course.She looked up at me, and her brow wrinkled. "Do you smell smoke?" she asked.It's my turn to be startled, and I looked toward the door. Oh Fuck, there's smoke coming in under the door! That alarm was real! Why wasn't it still going off? "Quick, help me get this tape off!" She started trying to pull up my sweats, but I say "No, leave that, just get me undone!"She started working on the tape on my left arm, and it took a few minutes to get me free. Working together, my right arm is unstuck in less than a minute. "Check the door." I told her as I looked around the room. No other doors, just shelves, a big sink, a floor pan for filling and emptying mop buckets, and stacks of boxes and stuff.She tried the light switch but it doesn't work. Great, my idiot friends probably unscrewed the light bulb. Then she tried the door. "It's locked!" she says."From the outside? Why the fuck would it be set up to lock people in? Sorry. I swear when I get nervous.""Is there really a fire, do you think?""I guess so, there was an alarm that went off when you were out cold.""What do we do?" She started frantically searching her pockets and said; "I can't find my phone!""I didn't even bring mine to the party. No pockets."The smell of smoke got stronger. I wheeled up next to the sink, and ran some water. Grabbing a package of paper towels, I ripped it open and dumped them in the sink. "Here, block up the crack under the door with these!"I handed her wads of soggy paper, and she knelt down to stuff them under the door. The smoke stoped coming in, thank goodness.  But now the room is black. "Now what?" she said.I shrugged, "I guess we wait and hope.""I'm scared." she said in a small voice."Come here, sit on my lap here. Oh, uh, maybe pull up my pants first." She helped me with that and sat on me. I think the gravity of the situation is now hitting her pretty hard, I know it's got me freaked out. She burrowed into my neck and wraps her good arm wraps around me. "We're OK for now." I tell her.I smelled her hair again, as she's crushed against me. Damn that feels nice. Shit, I don't even know her name. "I'm Robert by the way. Robert Green.""Suzanne. Suzanne Shelton.", she informed me."I'd say pleased to meet you Suzanne, but under these circumstances, maybe the sentiment should be I'm ecstatic to meet you. If I was by myself I would have pissed my pants and suffocated."She giggled, my goofy sense of humour somehow helped in this situation. "I'm glad to meet you too, Robert.""So how did you get here?""I don't know, I was at the dorm party and felt dizzy, then you were kissing me." She blushed again."Sorry about that, I tried to wake you for like 20 minutes, but you were really out of it. I finally thought I would try the sleeping beauty trick, and it worked. Did you drink something someone else gave you?""Oh. Shit.” She seemed to recall. “I think so. One of my floor mates gave me a coke. It must have been spiked?  I had to take some of my pain meds for my arm earlier tonight, it was bothering me. I keep trying to do too much with it all the time.""Oh, yeah, you don't want to mix booze or anything with that stuff, I know! Sorry about the pee episode. I really was going to wet my pants in another few seconds. Wet both our pants."She blushed and giggled. "I never saw a guy like that, like your, thing, before.""Wow. Okay, well, I never had a girl touch my co-, um, thing, before.""It changed when I was putting it away. Was that, um, like...'"Yeah, well, when a pretty girl touches me like that, I'm bound to get aroused."Her eyes went wide at that statement. "Oh" she said. She paused a few seconds, then put her head back on my shoulder. There was that scent again. "So. Um, you think I'm pretty?""Well, yeah, of course. You're what I think my grandpa would call 'fetching'"She giggled again. Damn, that sounds nice, and she smells really nice. Little Robert stirred down below. I heard a sharp intake of breath. Uh Oh. She felt that. I may have just ruined what might have been a moment."Am I pretty enough to make you, uh, aroused, then?""Oh, Suzanne, I am so embarrassed. Please, don't be offended, it's just circumstances, you know?"She pulled back again and looked at the door. Still no smoke. Then she looked at me with a sad smile, saying "I didn't think so." Suzanne started to get up, and I realized where our wires had crossed.I put my arms around her and said " Oh, no no. You're very pretty, and definitely arousing."She looked surprised, but settled back down on my lap. "Oh." she said. "Thank you."Just then we heard a muffled sound  of footsteps outside the door. We both yelled, and I grabbed a mop handle and rapped it against the door. The door opened, and a cloud of smoke poured in. A firefighter stood there, looking surprised behind his breathing apparatus. He hollered for help, and we were soon moved briskly from the building.I was parked in my wheelchair next to the ambulance, where Suzanne was sitting on a gurney. We both had been given oxygen and been checked over for injuries. We told campus security about how we came to be there, and they got really grim. I named names, because I could've died there, we both could've died. It was a prank, but it went sideways pretty fast when that fire broke out. Cops came over and Suzanne also named a couple of girls who she thought were in on it too. Now we were finally cleared to go."Can I walk you back to the dorms?" I asked.She laughed, "Don't you mean wheel me? You can't walk.""Can too, if I had my crutches. My idiot friends left me with this chair.""Okay, then, let's go." She beamed.Off we went. She couldn't push me with just one hand, and I was crap at navigating that chair, but we eventually got back to the residence. We chatted amiably along the way, getting to know each other. She was really easy to talk to, unlike most girls I've tried to talk to. Maybe that was it, I wasn't chatting her up.She was 18, a biology major, living in in the next dorm over. I told her I was in second year Computer Science, in the nearby dorm, so I had a single room.I told her how I broke my leg, skiing near Gatineau, and the really long day I had as a result. "How did you break your arm?""Skating. I'm usually a good skater but sometimes you just fall wrong. I spent most of that same day in the ER, just like you. It's really hard to get dressed and shower and stuff with this thing.""I know, believe me, I know all about it."We were both so fired up on adrenaline after our ordeal there was no way we could sleep. "Would you like to, uh, come over to my room, for a bit? After all this, I'm not tired, and I'd be bored doing just nothing. We could talk for a while." Oh, nice, I thought, smooth man, very smooth. NOT.She blushed, and it must've been a good one, to be visible in the dim light along the sidewalk. "I, uh, yeah. Yes. Yes I will." she stated with a bravado she didn't appear to have.I smiled up at her. "I promise to behave, Okay?""What if I don't want you to behave?" she smirked."Then you're going to have to make your wishes known, in no uncertain terms. I don't do the pushy guy thing very well.""I want to go to your room with you," she declared.To be continued.By SilverFoxMullet for Literotica

An April Fools Prank Goes Awry.By SilverFoxMullet - Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories .Spring break was just that, a break. My leg, actually.When I went home to Ottawa for spring break, I met up with a few of my old high school buds, and we took a day trip to the Quebec side for some skiing at one of the nearby hills, north of Ottawa. Mid afternoon, I hit a patch of ice and went down hard. It was quite a day for falls, as the hills were pretty icy this late in the season. I tried to get up, but my right ankle hurt like a bitch. None of my friends had stopped, as we were all falling a lot today, they just assumed I would get up and follow them."Aw fuck!" I groaned. I lay there in the snow for a few minutes, until someone slid to a stop next to me."Hey, are you all right?" the guy asks."No, I hurt my ankle. Fuck.""Don't move it, I'll find the ski patrol. Hang on." He skied away to get help.30 seconds later another guy stopped. Same question. "Hey are you all right?""I think I sprained my ankle. There was a guy here a minute ago, he said he'd send the ski patrol."The guy turned and looked around, then waved and yelled "Ici! Over here! Vien! Here they are."Two guys in red jackets stopped and asked what's wrong. This other guy said "Good luck!" to me, and skied away, as I recounted the fall and my symptoms. The ski patrol guys were great, they radioed for a stretcher and 20 minutes later they're loading me into an ambulance. The rest of the day was a lot of waiting, x-rays, and paperwork. The local hospital had a seasonal trauma unit for all the ski injuries, and they're used to dealing with the inter-provincial healthcare.I called my Dad, who said he'd fetch me from the hospital, then called my buddies who were still in the chalet'. He told them to go home without me. They commiserated and said they'd drop by my house tomorrow and see how I was doing.I eventually got a cast on my right leg. It spanned from my toes to my mid-thigh. I was issued a pair of crutches, and a whole ream of instructions (in both French and English of course) about what to do and what not to do. My Dad showed up somewhere during this tedious process and reassured me everything would be fine.We got home really late, after stopping at a pharmacy for pain meds, and stopping for takeout, damn I was hungry by then. I was asleep in minutes after I took one of those pills after getting home.Next morning, I had to take another pill, damn leg was throbbing like mad. I had to learn how to negotiate using the toilet with crutches, fuck, that's pain in the arse. Then I had to figure out how to shower. They gave me a shower bag for the cast but I couldn't get the damn thing on by myself. Mom was trying to be motherly (naturally) but I was way too embarrassed to be seen naked in front of her. My Dad was a trooper, he helped me with all the bathroom stuff, and I got my shower OK.I wasn't going to be able to drive for a while, so my folks said they'd drive me back to school in Toronto. I could come home by bus and get my car once I was able to drive. Great."Actually, if I could have my car on campus, one of my buddies could drive me around. None of the other guys have a car." Not that my rattly old car was much of a ride, but it got us from A to B."OK" my Dad says, "Your mother can drive you there, and I'll follow in your car, then we'll drive back together.""Awesome, sounds like a plan!"The rest of the day my parents helped me work out how to deal with the cast and crutches and take care of personal stuff by myself, like getting dressed, showering, shaving (yeah, ever try to balance on one foot to shave? fuckin hell), and using the toilet. My mom went shopping and bought me a bunch of baggy sweat pants, something that would go over my cast.My old friends dropped by with some hard coolers the next day, thinking it would cheer me up; but I had to pass on those due to the meds I was on. They laughed at me and drank it all, themselves. We all had a good laugh about my predicament, and they wished me luck at college. Gonna need it, eh?Then it was time to head back to school. I'd been texting and calling my buddies at school, told them the whole idiot story of my misadventures. They laughed at me big time, and of course they worried about their ride, what was gonna happen to my car? I told them about the arrangements and they were happy that it would still be available.The drive to school was really tedious, seemed to last forever, because it was so fricking uncomfortable to sit there with that stiff cast on. They got me and my stuff into my room in the dorm, and said their good-byes. I was so happy that I was on the first floor! No stairs here but there were stairs all over campus. Sure, there's elevators everywhere but I didn't know where most of them were.First order of business, I gotta pee after that road trip. I used the big accessible stall in the bathroom, that was great. Grab bars, lots of room, it really was made for this kind of thing. Easier than the bathroom at home, that's for sure.I was the butt of a lot of jokes and shit for the first few days, but otherwise it was fine. Down in the dining hall I spotted someone else who'd had a fun spring break. There was a girl with her whole arm in a cast, like from shoulder to wrist, with the elbow bent at 90 degrees. I wondered what happened to her. Skiing too I supposed. My buddies said we'd make a great couple and told me to go ask her out. No way, dudes, not gonna happen. I can't talk to girls, I always get freaked out and clam up.The end of March rolled around, and I still had weeks to go before getting my cast off. There was a party on Saturday night, and I was weaning off the strong meds by now so I could have a few drinks. My floor mates were getting me drinks, too; so I ended up having a few more than I would normally have. I was feeling buzzed by the end of the night.One of the guys suddenly showed up with a wheelchair. "Robbo! we got you some wheels, man!""Where'd you steal that from?" I asked, a little dubious about the idea of them scamming someone's chair."No No, totally not stolen, we got it for you from the Red Cross. It's legit, dude!""All right! Let's check out my new ride then!" I hopped over and settled into the chair. They adjusted the footrest out for me and one of them took my crutches, and they started wheeling me away. "Where we goin?" I asked."It's a surprise." says one of them, and then pull a pillowcase down over my head so I can't see where we're going. When I try to pull the covering off, they stopped me, and then the started grabbing my arms & duct taping them to the chair's armrests. We were outside by now, and I started yelling, until they taped the pillowcase tight against my mouth, to muff my yelling. Now I was getting pissed, but there's not much I could do, except literally ride this out.They laughed and giggled and make goofy jokes as they wheeled me around campus. EventuallyI had no idea where I am, and it suddenly strikes me that it was now April 1st. The alcoholic buzz is wearing off fast under the rush of my adrenaline and anger, and I wondered what kind of demented nightmare game they've come up with.I heard more laughing, girls this time, and they make whispered comments back and forth with the guys. I'm now in a building, but I had no clue where. My chair was pushed around some more, bumping into stuff, and then a body is dumped in my lap, then they yanked the duct tape off the pillowcase and I can again my mouth. The room is pitch black. The giggling and laughing is cut off by the slamming of a door, and everything goes quiet.I think there's a girl in my lap, or a small, really nice smelling guy with long hair. She's quiescent, asleep or passed out, pressed against my chest."Hey. Hey, wake up." I said.No response, she's just sitting there, draped over my lap. She's warm and breathing, so it's not a manikin or something. I wondered if she's okay.I started to shift a bit, can't use my arms because they're taped down, but I try to shake her awake with my rocking shoulders. It didn't work, and now I'm afraid that if I move too much she'll fall off onto the floor."Hey, uh, miss, wake up." louder. She's out of it. I turn my head to the side so I'm not yelling in her ear and holler "Hey, enough crap, let me out of here!" Silence reigns. Well, fuck. Now what?'Now what'. Then the fire alarm starts blaring. It startles the heck out of me, but still isn't enough to wake the girl.  I heard loud commotion in the halls for about 30 seconds, but then suddenly there is silence. Fuck, this is getting serious. What if it's a real fire? No, no way, it's April 1st now, gotta be a prank. I'll just wait for her to wake up, and we'll get out of here. My eyes adjusted to the darkness and I began to see faint outlines of what is probably a maintenance closet or storage room.The alarm rings for an annoyingly long time. 15 minutes I guess, I dunno, but it seems interminable. And I need to pee now. When the alarm finally stops the need to pee gets more insistent. I shifted uncomfortably under the weight of my passenger. Her hip is pressed up against my groin, adding to the struggle of my urge to piss.More time passes, and damn, I gotta go bad, now. I'm gonna wet myself, and her too, if I don't get out of here right now. I've tried speaking to her, yelling, shaking her, and then there was another alarm that went on and on. She just isn't gonna wake up. Did those morons drug her or something?I'm desperate now. "Come on, sleeping beauty, wake up!" Sleeping beauty? Yeah, fine, I'll try that before I piss all over her. I think a girl would be slightly less angry about a stolen kiss than wet pants. So I seek her mouth. There was a little light coming in under the door, but suddenly that light went out, and only a faint intermittent light glowed. Oh, crap! That would be the emergency exit lighting. I eventually bumped my faced against her nose, then lowered a bit and kissed her, probably a little too hard for a wakeup smooch, cause I'm dyin' here, gotta pee, gotta pee, gotta pee.She's got nice soft lips, really quite kissable, and I kinda wished she was awake and under different circumstances. I kissed her again, even harder. No response. I try again, this time I let my tongue do the talking, and I push into her mouth. Helluva way to experience my own first ‘tongue-kiss'. Finally, she stirred & turned into the kiss.Surprised, I pull back, and say "Oh thank god you're awake, help me up!"She startled, yelping at me, "Who are you?!""Help me, please, I'm gonna piss my pants! Untie me!"In the dim red glow of an exit sign I finally saw her face. She's kinda cute, not particularly pretty, and she has a cast on her right arm. It's the girl I saw in the dining hall a few times."Hurry!" I pleaded.She struggled off me, and stood. “Where the hell did you take me!” she demanded.I told her that we were both abducted by campus hooligans and locked in some storage room, but I didn't know which building. Then I said; “But I gotta pee right now and my leg is in a cast, and I'm bound to this wheelchair.She felt the tape on my wrists. It's slow going for her to undo the tape with her one weak hand, the way she's pulling at it, she's obviously not left handed.I'm not gonna make it, and I looked around. We're in a janitor's room or something. I spotted a stack of small waste baskets. "Quick, grab one of those buckets and put it between my legs."She's quick on the uptake, I'll give her that, and she grabbed the bucket for me. "Pull my pants down, hurry.""What? No!" she protested."Arrrrggghhh. Please, I'm gonna wet myself." I grind out through my clenched teeth.She reached out with that uncoordinated left hand of hers and fumbles with my sweat pants. I squirmed to lift my hips a bit to help, and the elastic waistband slipped down, exposing my tight briefs."You gotta help. Pull me out, aim for the bucket. Please?"I can see she's not happy with the situation, and she's fighting with her distaste at touching a man, a total stranger at that, in such a bizarre circumstance. But she perseveres, and that delicate hand fishes in my shorts for my cock. She paused momentarily as she made contact, then pulled my cock free. She picked up the empty bucket and aimed my ‘hose' toward the container.I groaned as I let loose. Oh god, finally! The relief was incredible. The poor girl was acting shocked as she dutifully aimed me at the bucket, and she even nudged the bucket a bit closer. I pissed on and on, holy fuck there was so much, and eventually I ran dry.Her disposition is no longer shocked, but instead she appeared to be curious."Oh thank you, you saved me so much embarrassment. You can put me back in there now. Thanks."She hesitated, and timidly tried to one-handedly stuff my cock back through the fly, and after a couple of clumsy tries I'm all set. And of course now my cock was growing fast in her hand, as I no longer had to pee, but there's a wonderful-smelling girl handling that most sensitive part of my anatomy. Something that's never happened before.That last drop of pee evidently got on her hand, and she looked a bit frantic now, "Ew" she says."Just wipe it on my sweats, it's OK." I told her, and she rubbed her hand on my inner thigh. That doesn't help with my ever increasing boner of course.She looked up at me, and her brow wrinkled. "Do you smell smoke?" she asked.It's my turn to be startled, and I looked toward the door. Oh Fuck, there's smoke coming in under the door! That alarm was real! Why wasn't it still going off? "Quick, help me get this tape off!" She started trying to pull up my sweats, but I say "No, leave that, just get me undone!"She started working on the tape on my left arm, and it took a few minutes to get me free. Working together, my right arm is unstuck in less than a minute. "Check the door." I told her as I looked around the room. No other doors, just shelves, a big sink, a floor pan for filling and emptying mop buckets, and stacks of boxes and stuff.She tried the light switch but it doesn't work. Great, my idiot friends probably unscrewed the light bulb. Then she tried the door. "It's locked!" she says."From the outside? Why the fuck would it be set up to lock people in? Sorry. I swear when I get nervous.""Is there really a fire, do you think?""I guess so, there was an alarm that went off when you were out cold.""What do we do?" She started frantically searching her pockets and said; "I can't find my phone!""I didn't even bring mine to the party. No pockets."The smell of smoke got stronger. I wheeled up next to the sink, and ran some water. Grabbing a package of paper towels, I ripped it open and dumped them in the sink. "Here, block up the crack under the door with these!"I handed her wads of soggy paper, and she knelt down to stuff them under the door. The smoke stoped coming in, thank goodness.  But now the room is black. "Now what?" she said.I shrugged, "I guess we wait and hope.""I'm scared." she said in a small voice."Come here, sit on my lap here. Oh, uh, maybe pull up my pants first." She helped me with that and sat on me. I think the gravity of the situation is now hitting her pretty hard, I know it's got me freaked out. She burrowed into my neck and wraps her good arm wraps around me. "We're OK for now." I tell her.I smelled her hair again, as she's crushed against me. Damn that feels nice. Shit, I don't even know her name. "I'm Robert by the way. Robert Green.""Suzanne. Suzanne Shelton.", she informed me."I'd say pleased to meet you Suzanne, but under these circumstances, maybe the sentiment should be I'm ecstatic to meet you. If I was by myself I would have pissed my pants and suffocated."She giggled, my goofy sense of humour somehow helped in this situation. "I'm glad to meet you too, Robert.""So how did you get here?""I don't know, I was at the dorm party and felt dizzy, then you were kissing me." She blushed again."Sorry about that, I tried to wake you for like 20 minutes, but you were really out of it. I finally thought I would try the sleeping beauty trick, and it worked. Did you drink something someone else gave you?""Oh. Shit.” She seemed to recall. “I think so. One of my floor mates gave me a coke. It must have been spiked?  I had to take some of my pain meds for my arm earlier tonight, it was bothering me. I keep trying to do too much with it all the time.""Oh, yeah, you don't want to mix booze or anything with that stuff, I know! Sorry about the pee episode. I really was going to wet my pants in another few seconds. Wet both our pants."She blushed and giggled. "I never saw a guy like that, like your, thing, before.""Wow. Okay, well, I never had a girl touch my co-, um, thing, before.""It changed when I was putting it away. Was that, um, like...'"Yeah, well, when a pretty girl touches me like that, I'm bound to get aroused."Her eyes went wide at that statement. "Oh" she said. She paused a few seconds, then put her head back on my shoulder. There was that scent again. "So. Um, you think I'm pretty?""Well, yeah, of course. You're what I think my grandpa would call 'fetching'"She giggled again. Damn, that sounds nice, and she smells really nice. Little Robert stirred down below. I heard a sharp intake of breath. Uh Oh. She felt that. I may have just ruined what might have been a moment."Am I pretty enough to make you, uh, aroused, then?""Oh, Suzanne, I am so embarrassed. Please, don't be offended, it's just circumstances, you know?"She pulled back again and looked at the door. Still no smoke. Then she looked at me with a sad smile, saying "I didn't think so." Suzanne started to get up, and I realized where our wires had crossed.I put my arms around her and said " Oh, no no. You're very pretty, and definitely arousing."She looked surprised, but settled back down on my lap. "Oh." she said. "Thank you."Just then we heard a muffled sound  of footsteps outside the door. We both yelled, and I grabbed a mop handle and rapped it against the door. The door opened, and a cloud of smoke poured in. A firefighter stood there, looking surprised behind his breathing apparatus. He hollered for help, and we were soon moved briskly from the building.I was parked in my wheelchair next to the ambulance, where Suzanne was sitting on a gurney. We both had been given oxygen and been checked over for injuries. We told campus security about how we came to be there, and they got really grim. I named names, because I could've died there, we both could've died. It was a prank, but it went sideways pretty fast when that fire broke out. Cops came over and Suzanne also named a couple of girls who she thought were in on it too. Now we were finally cleared to go."Can I walk you back to the dorms?" I asked.She laughed, "Don't you mean wheel me? You can't walk.""Can too, if I had my crutches. My idiot friends left me with this chair.""Okay, then, let's go." She beamed.Off we went. She couldn't push me with just one hand, and I was crap at navigating that chair, but we eventually got back to the residence. We chatted amiably along the way, getting to know each other. She was really easy to talk to, unlike most girls I've tried to talk to. Maybe that was it, I wasn't chatting her up.She was 18, a biology major, living in in the next dorm over. I told her I was in second year Computer Science, in the nearby dorm, so I had a single room.I told her how I broke my leg, skiing near Gatineau, and the really long day I had as a result. "How did you break your arm?""Skating. I'm usually a good skater but sometimes you just fall wrong. I spent most of that same day in the ER, just like you. It's really hard to get dressed and shower and stuff with this thing.""I know, believe me, I know all about it."We were both so fired up on adrenaline after our ordeal there was no way we could sleep. "Would you like to, uh, come over to my room, for a bit? After all this, I'm not tired, and I'd be bored doing just nothing. We could talk for a while." Oh, nice, I thought, smooth man, very smooth. NOT.She blushed, and it must've been a good one, to be visible in the dim light along the sidewalk. "I, uh, yeah. Yes. Yes I will." she stated with a bravado she didn't appear to have.I smiled up at her. "I promise to behave, Okay?""What if I don't want you to behave?" she smirked."Then you're going to have to make your wishes known, in no uncertain terms. I don't do the pushy guy thing very well.""I want to go to your room with you," she declared.To be continued.By SilverFoxMullet for Literotica

In this episode, we sit down with Ellie Knips, a marketing professional with over a decade of experience in the building materials industry. From backing trailers into docks during internships to leading national campaigns at Andersen Windows, Ellie's journey is one of grit, curiosity, and fearless growth. She shares how she transitioned from Cambria's interior-focused marketing to Andersen's content-driven role—despite having no formal background in social media. We dive into how she built trust with builders, navigated big career leaps, and learned to embrace uncertainty and “figure it out” moments. We also talk about the importance of authentic storytelling, building strong brand partnerships, and why betting on yourself is often the smartest move you can make. Whether you're in construction, marketing, or just trying to level up your career, this episode is packed with real talk, insight, and inspiration. Episode Outline: Ellie Kanips' Career Journey and Role at Anderson Windows (0:00) Ellie's Transition from Cambria to Anderson (5:42) Leadership and Learning from Challenges (11:51) Storytelling and Audience Connection in Marketing (23:51) Building Strong Partnerships with Vendors (33:13) Challenges and Growth in New Roles (43:57) Final Thoughts and Reflections (46:47)   Watch this episode on Youtube: https://youtu.be/T706l2dJumw Partners:  Andersen Windows Buildertrend Velux The Modern Craftsman: linktr.ee/moderncraftsmanpodcast Find Our Hosts:  Nick Schiffer  Tyler Grace  Podcast Produced By: Motif Media

Help Erin and her family here:https://www.mealtrain.com/trains/w0kvdqSometimes life throws the hardest challenges at the best people. My childhood friend Erin, who shaped my musical tastes and shared countless teenage adventures with me, is now battling Guillain-Barré Syndrome – a condition where her immune system attacks her nervous system. As a mother of twins and other children, she needs our community's support now more than ever. Throughout this episode, I share memories of our friendship, from introducing me to Story of the Year (when they were still Big Blue Monkey) to navigating the awkward terrain of high school relationships.Between urgent calls for support, I take you behind the scenes of the Two Hit Wonder Tour across California. From the historic walls of Cobb's Comedy Club in San Francisco (where comedy legends like Robin Williams once performed) to connecting with seemingly unreachable audience members at Sacramento's Punchline, these road stories highlight why comedy remains my perfect happy place despite its challenges. Plus, you'll hear about airport absurdities – from humiliating singing cupcake machines to the peculiar ways TSA consistently profiles my tour partner while I breeze through security.This episode also marks a personal turning point as I share my journey quitting vaping, establishing a workout routine, and taking control of my finances. After some challenging years, I'm embracing positive changes while maintaining the silly personality that defines my comedy. As a particularly meaningful Coheed and Cambria lyric reminded me recently, "People call it luck, but they're just trying to pass the buck" – success requires both good fortune and persistent effort. Check my social media for links to help Erin, and come see us on the Two Hit Wonder Tour as we continue bringing laughter to new cities.

THIS EPISODE WAS RECORDED LIVE FROM THE CAVE OF ALTAMIRA This week on Funpoint!, we're talking about Survival Sounds by Rubblebucket. Thank you for the patron pick. They all up on spunch bob shit. Slap City picks: "Be My Escape" by Relient K, "Sports" by Beach Bunny. Listen to our playlist here Join us in 2 weeks when we'll discuss our next pick, Coheed and Cambria's The Second Stage Turbine Blade!

We're back with an exciting update to our super popular 2023 sales episode! Cambria herself is back with me as we dive into the latest shifts in the sales landscape, sharing our fresh insights, some funny anecdotes, and of course practical tips for todays new sales person in the fraud and payments space. From harnessing AI tools without losing authenticity to bridging generational communication gaps, we cover it all. Discover why integrity, patience, and genuine human connections are more crucial than ever—and learn how to build lasting relationships beyond transactional exchanges. If you're ready to adapt, grow, and succeed in sales, you won't want to miss this update! Enjoy!

SPECIAL EPISODE! As we take a week to rest and recover from a busy schedule, enjoy this special live recording--the first in our monthly live showcase at Unity Java in Philadelphia, PA.GO BIRDS! For our first ever installement of Party of One Says GO BIRDS, I sat down with my dear friend and certified Coheed & Cambria superfan Dillin Apelyan (ONE SHOT, Patchwork Productions) for a game of The Dark Sentencer by Marn Lastname.We got a half hour into the episode before realizing I hadn't hit record and we needed to start over. Sometimes it be like that.THE DARK SENTENCER: https://marns.itch.io/the-dark-sentencerDILLIN APELYAN: https://superdillin.carrd.co/ONE SHOT: https://oneshotpodcast.com/actual-play/one-shot/RECORDED LIVE AT UNITY JAVA: https://unityjava.com/SUPPORT JEFF ON PATREON: www.patreon.com/jeffstormerTHEME SONG: Mega Ran feat. D&D Sluggers, “Infinite Lives,” RandomBeats LLC, www.megaran.comSupport this podcast at — https://redcircle.com/party-of-one-podcast/donationsAdvertising Inquiries: https://redcircle.com/brands

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Servicing Clients.Based on a post by Ostrich Mack. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.Hotel Guest, Lydia.Lydia Carlson was a businesswoman and operated at senior level for the travel agency which bore the family name. The firm had been founded by her grandfather 50 years earlier and had grown to be one of the most prestigious in Europe.Lydia didn't get to her position because of her family ties, as there was a serious work ethic in the family. If you wanted success, you had to earn it. Lydia had studied at university and had worked in other travel agencies to gain experience before moving back to the family nest. Now she was head of procurement, traveling throughout Europe to contract hotels for her company.Lydia was stunningly beautiful. An only child, with as her name would suggest, a Danish background, she had grown up in England. Despite her Scandinavian background, Lydia was not a typical tall, blond haired, blue eyed beauty, but rather a brunette with deep brown eyes. At 36 years old, she was about 5'9" with a slim athletic figure. Her tits and ass were in perfect proportion to her height and weight. Her skin positively glowed and she was always impeccably dressed.Lydia was always guarded when she made new acquaintances, preferring to listen, and assess who it was exactly she was talking to. To some, that came across as aloof.Knowing this, Peter wondered why she had chosen to reserve in his hotel for a midweek stay.Peter's Hotel was a comfortable family run place with good rooms, and a good restaurant. A quiet place to relax and enjoy the garden and the local countryside, and of course the local delicacies. It was certainly not the high-end luxury resorts that Peter assumed Lydia would be used to.To that end Peter was curious. He had googled Lydia and read extensively about her career. There was very little to glean about her private life as Lydia didn't "do" social media.On the evening of her arrival at the hotel, Lydia decided to dine in their restaurant. Peter was delighted to be able to introduce himself to her. At 6'1" and very athletic, Peter cut an impressive figure. He was a presence wherever he went.Lydia was seated in the restaurant. She was as usual impeccably dressed in a bias cut skirt, which reached to just below her knees, showing off her shapely calves. She wore medium heeled sandals which displayed her perfectly manicured toes. Her blouse was a silk round neck with short sleeves. Her wavy hair tumbled down to just below her shoulder. Around her neck she wore a colorful silk scarf.Lydia smiled at Peter as he approached. Her smile lit up the room."Good evening, Mrs. Carlson." He said."It's Miss Carlson." She replied, "And please, call me Lydia."Peter blushed a little. "My apologies, Lydia." He said awkwardly. "My name is Peter Talbot. I am the owner of the hotel, and I am delighted you have chosen to stay with us. If we can do anything to make your stay more comfortable, please let me know."Lydia raised an eyebrow and laughed gently. "Hmm, anything?" she asked with a grin."Of course." Peter said. "We're at your service. It's lovely to meet you. I'm sure we will see each other during your stay.""Well, I certainly hope so." Replied Lydia, smiling."Great." Said Peter. "Enjoy your meal, I will see you at breakfast tomorrow.""Thank you so much Peter." Lydia replied. "May I call you Peter.""Of course, Lydia," Peter replied. He was a little flustered. Was she flirting or was she just simply an incredibly charming woman.The next day.Peter was, as always, up at dawn to prepare breakfast for the hotel guests. This was his favorite part of the working day. An hour and a half undisturbed work, preparing an extensive breakfast buffet for his guests enjoyment.Breakfast started at 7.30am, but at 7.15 Peter heard someone enter the restaurant. Luckily everything was ready, so he just switched on the lights and the background music.As usual he entered the restaurant, to greet his guests. To his surprise, it was Lydia. Dressed in a simple sweatshirt and shorts, she was as beautiful as the evening before. Her hair was wrestled into a ponytail, which accentuated her pretty face. Her high cheekbones and dimpled cheeks made her even more beautiful than Peter had observed."So, the early bird." Peter joked."Gets the first worm." Lydia replied."Are you calling me a worm?" Peter asked, feigning shock.They both laughed. Peter explained everything on the buffet, and Lydia listened patiently, despite having stayed in hundreds of hotels for her work. She thought it sweet that Peter took the time to show her how everything worked.Peter was excited. He couldn't explain what this beautiful, charming woman did to him, but he felt like a teenager with a crush, in her presence."So, Peter," Lydia said. "I was thinking of going for a hike through the hills today. Can you recommend a route?""How far would you like to walk?" Peter asked."Well, I like to keep in shape, so at least 10k." Lydia replied."No problem." Peter replied. "But you should be aware that the routes are not really well marked. You need to be able to read a topographical map for most routes.""Hmm. That is one thing I am not great at." Lydia replied. "Maybe you could recommend a guide?""Ah," said Peter. "At such short notice, a guide will be difficult. But if you would like me to guide you, I am free at 11.""That sounds lovely. Will you order a packed lunch for us to take away?" Lydia asked."Leave it to me." Peter replied. He was secretly thrilled to be able to accompany Lydia for the afternoon.The walk.At 11 sharp, Peter stood in the lounge, ready with a rucksack containing a lunch he had prepared himself. A bottle of champagne, Pâté de Fois gras, Local cheeses and meat cuts and of course, fresh bread and a basket of strawberries. Peter was laying it on for this walk.Lydia appeared from the lift, a vision to his eyes. She had her hiking shoes on, and long socks. Her shorts were loose around her ass and a sort of combat style. Above her shorts she had a tight Lycra shirt which accentuated her tits. She was clearly not wearing a bra. A silk scarf tied like a bandana covered her head with her hair in a ponytail out the back, and a pair of designer sunglasses completed the look.She looked like a model from a camping catalogue."Peter!" she cried. "How nice of you to go to all this effort for me.""It is my pleasure." Peter replied. "Shall we?"They left the hotel. Peter had chosen a route up into the hills via a number of steep climbs to a perfect picnic spot. At first the going was easy, and they chatted amicably about the local countryside and history.Later as the climbs became steeper, there was little time for conversation as they needed to save their breath. Peter helped Lydia up the steeper paths by leading and offered her a hand when the incline was very steep. Lydia was not inclined to let Peter see that she couldn't keep up, but he was a very experienced rambler.Most of the time, Peter walked behind Lydia furtively admiring her perfect ass.Finally, after about 6k, they reached the picnic spot that Peter had planned. It was a huge rock which balanced on the edge of the highest hill. The view over the countryside was amazing.Lydia, sat down on the rock and stared in amazement at the view. She smiled serenely.Peter made himself busy unpacking the lunch. He laid out a picnic blanket on the rock. When everything was ready, he said in a soft voice."Madam, Lunch is served."Lydia laughed. "I'll bet you think that's how I was raised."Peter replied. "No not at all. I just thought it was funny.""It is funny." Lydia answered. "But let me tell you a little about me."Peter perked up, keen to know more about this beautiful enigmatic woman.Lydia began. "I am an only child. I grew up in a wealthy family and had a wonderful childhood. We had lots of friends where we lived and there were always fun things going on in our house and the neighbors houses.My parents worked very hard to make their business successful, and I learned from an early age that if you want success, you have to work for it.I never really had boyfriends, except for one who broke my heart. I was determined never to feel the pain of giving my heart and soul to someone, only to have them stamp on it. As an only child, I learned to amuse myself, and if I am honest, I like my own company.I have had many casual relationships. Mostly to satisfy my sexual needs. But I don't commit to relationships. That is why I never married. I just like to be alone at the end of the day."Peter blushed. "Wow that is very open and honest. How do you do that? The casual relationship thing?" he asked."Well, I got you to come with me today." Lydia replied, smiling at him. She winked at him.Peter blushed even more."Oh, come on." Lydia said. "You don't think I didn't notice you admiring my ass? Did you think I put on this outfit because it was practical?""I guess not." Peter replied sheepishly. "But you are stunning. Why would you be interested in me?""Peter." Lydia replied. "You are handsome, and very charming. Most of the guys I meet are so full of themselves, and generally looking for some arm candy. That's not me. You seem honest and candid. And you listen without interrupting which tells me you are genuinely interested in what I have to say. That is not only refreshing, but a welcome change."Peter smiled. He poured two glasses of champagne and laid toast with foie gras on a plate and joined Lydia on the rock. They sat there on the blanket enjoying the view, the food and champagne.Peter jumped up. "And now the strawberries."He grabbed the basket and took a strawberry between his fingers. Lydia laid herself out on the blanket.Peter leaned over her and fed her the strawberry. As she opened her mouth, he poured a sip of champagne into her mouth and then a strawberry.Lydia closed her lips around the strawberry and sucked on it suggestively before taking it completely in her mouth.She had Peter's full attention and there was a stirring in his trousers.Lydia looked carefully around, and seeing no one else, she pulled her Lycra shirt up above her head exposing her tits. Peter took a deep breath, she looked amazing.Peter took another strawberry and traced it over her tits, circling her nipples only to finally bring it to her lips.Lydia took a small bite.Peter repeated the action, coating Lydia's exposed tits with strawberry juice and returning to her lips.He bent over Lydia and began to lick the juice from her, concentrating on her tits. Lydia gasped as Peter licked around her nipples, causing them to rise to attention.Lydia groaned in anticipation of the next round."Oh, do go on kind sir," she giggled.Peter moved downward on her body. He planted kisses on her nipples, her ribs, down to her navel. He poured a little champagne in her navel and licked it out with his tongue.He fumbled with her shorts until Lydia helped him by opening the button and pulling down the zipper. Peter pulled on the sides of her shorts. They slid easily down her thighs and to Peter's delight she was not wearing underwear. Her cunt was trimmed short but not completely bare. There was a small triangle of hair just above her mound.Peter slid Lydia's shorts down to her ankles and over her hiking shoes. Now he understood why she had chosen loose shorts.Lydia was lying in her almost naked magnificence on the rock. The hiking shoes and long socks looked almost comical. Peter couldn't believe his luck having this goddess before him.Peter moved further down Lydia's body until he reached her pubic mound.He gently licked the outer lips of her cunt, slowly moving along her weeping slit. As he moved upwards Peter inserted a finger between Lydia's folds. She gasped in anticipation and pulled her gently.Lydia cried out. "Oh! That is so good!"Peter went to work with two fingers in Lydia's sopping cunt. He curled his forefinger upwards to massage her g-spot.Lydia began to buck with her hips. She was getting close to her point of no return.Peter stopped. He knew she was close.Lydia whimpered. "Ah! don't stop."Peter waited. He waited until Lydia's breathing slowed. Then he attacked her cunt again. His mouth on her clit, his fingers moving in and out.

On today's episode of the Music Minute, I share that Coheed and Cambria's singer and guitarist Claudio Sanchez almost quit music to pursue a career in comic books.If you prefer to watch the episode instead of listen to it, you can do so on Youtube at: https://youtu.be/IXdcq0zaPZ0If you've enjoyed today's episode, please take a moment to subscribe, like, comment and share.You can find all my social media links to connect with me at: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://linktr.ee/joelmartinmastery⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Your friend and ally,Joel MartinWe've Got Time by LiQWYD | https://www.instagram.com/liqwydMusic promoted by https://www.free-stock-music.comCreative Commons Attribution 3.0Unported License https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/3.0/deed.en_US

Featuring an interview with Dr Komal Jhaveri, including the following topics: Emerging treatment options for advanced ER-positive breast cancer (0:00) Burstein H. Emerging treatment options for advanced ER+ breast cancer. San Antonio Breast Cancer Symposium 2024;Abstract GS1-01 Discussant. Elacestrant real-world progression-free survival for adult patients with ER-positive, HER2-negative advanced breast cancer: A retrospective analysis using insurance claims in the United States (7:28) Swallow E et al. Elacestrant real-world progression-free survival (rwPFS) of adult patients with ER+/HER2-, advanced breast cancer: A retrospective analysis using insurance claims in the United States. San Antonio Breast Cancer Symposium 2024;Abstract P3-10-08. Ongoing clinical trials involving oral SERDs (9:03) Kaklamani V et al. ELCIN: Elacestrant in women and men with CDK4/6 inhibitor (CDK4/6i)-naïve estrogen receptor-positive (ER+), HER2-negative (HER2-) metastatic breast cancer (mBC): An open-label multicenter phase 2 study. San Antonio Breast Cancer Symposium 2024;Abstract P2-08-20. An adjuvant endocrine-based therapy study of camizestrant (AZD9833) in ER+/HER2- early breast cancer (CAMBRIA-2). NCT05952557 Bardia A et al. ELEGANT: Elacestrant versus standard endocrine therapy in women & men with node-positive, estrogen receptor-positive, HER2-negative, early breast cancer with high risk of recurrence in a global, multicenter, randomized, open-label phase 3 study. San Antonio Breast Cancer Symposium 2024;Abstract P2-08-21. Precision therapeutics and emerging strategies for HR-positive metastatic breast cancer (13:48) Lloyd MR et al. Precision therapeutics and emerging strategies for HR-positive metastatic breast cancer. Nat Rev Clin Oncol 2024;21(10):743-61. Abstract CME information and select publications

Good Noise Podcast discuss new releases from Coheed and Cambria, Dead Rabbitts, senses, Nova Twins, The Callous Daoboys, and more.Grab some GNP Merch!: https://goodnoisepodcast.creator-spring.com/Check out the recording gear we use: https://www.amazon.com/shop/goodnoisepodcastSupport the show on Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/goodnoisepodcastGood Noise Podcast Socials:Twitter: https://twitter.com/good_noise_castInstagram: https://www.instagram.com/goodnoisepodcast/Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/goodnoisepodDiscord: https://discord.gg/nDAQKwTYouTube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCFHKPdUxxe1MaGNWoFtjoJASpotify: https://open.spotify.com/show/04IMtdIrCIvbIr7g6ttZHiAll other streaming platforms: https://linktr.ee/goodnoisepodcastBandcamp: https://goodnoiserecords.bandcamp.com/

This week Sam and Marcos celebrate the return of Sleep Token and breakdown all the big news, review new albums from Bloodywood and Coheed And Cambria, finally settle the debate between "Fake vs Real Metalcore," plus Daughtry loves Bad Omens, Furnace Fest drop a versatile line-up, Caleb Shomo is inspired by Spiritbox, The Callous Daoboys stay weird and lots more! News: Daughtry covers The Death of Peace of Mind, Caleb Shomo praises Spiritbox, Furnace Fest drop line-up, and Poppy returns to Jimmy Kimmel (10:05). Spotlight: Tiberius and OrcaPH starting at (23:59) New Music: Sleep Token, The Callous Daoboys, Orthodox, Fallfiftyfeet, and Prompts starting at (30:03). Reviews: Coheed and Cambria (1:08:57) and Bloodywood (1:27:29) Become a Patron to gain early access and exclusive benefits! Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/Sotspodcast Playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/0jp0fpudUz7gvu0SFaXhK3?si=6cddbd5b63564c9a Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/@sotspod Discord: https://discord.com/invite/3egU3Dk Merch: https://www.sotspodcast.com/merch Twitter: https://twitter.com/SOTSPodcast Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/sotspodcast Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/sotspodcast TikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@sotspodcast  Threads: https://www.threads.net/@sotspodcast?hl=en Bluesky: https://bsky.app/profile/sotspodcast.bsky.social

In today's podcast, I focus on  examples of loss of liberty.  The first is JS Bach being imprisoned for having the effrontery of asking his employer to let him go so he could seek a more lucrative employment elsewhere.  It's shocking that one of the world's greatest musicians was considered to be property.  Of course NO ONE should be considered to be property!  A friend of his, a mere horn player, was hung for a similar infraction.120 years later, Chopin spent a honeymoon on the island of Majorca with his new wife, George Sand.  Both of them were combining a honeymoon with holding good on promises to publishers—she on a book in progress and he on a collection of 24 preludes.  They spent several months living in a scary monastery high in the mountains partly because Chopin was suffering from TB, which the locals interpreted as an example of how sin leads to disease, the result being a loss of liberty for Chopin and Sand.The third example of loss of liberty deals with how cacao symbolized power in the four Central American societies—of the Olmecs, the Toltecs, the Mayans and the Aztecs.  Later, when Cortez brought cacao back to Spain, it came to symbolize power there as well with a loss of liberty for the Jewish doctors living in Bayonne, France, where they established cacao as an important local industry.  During the Industrial Revolution, cacao became an important foodstuff for factory workers and in order to provide it, the colonial powers forced West Africans to provide them with inexpensive beans.  The result was the use of child labor, five forms of which are described.I start the podcast with Bach's Prelude number 8 in E-Flat Minor and I finish with Chopin's Prelude #14 in the same key.  Bach's prelude was written in a prison cell.  Chopin's was written in a monastery cell.  Both are examples of a loss of liberty.As always, we are looking to help African cocoa farmers become African chocolate makers.  Join the revolution by donating to the cause!1.   Go to www.projecthopeandfairness.org and click on the Donate button.     -OR- 2.  Send a check to: Donations, PH&F, 1298 Warren Road, Cambria, CA 93428. Write to me at tom@projecthopeandfairness.orgTo learn more, visit www.projecthopeandfairness.org

The financial world stands at a crossroads where unprecedented US stock market valuations meet revolutionary portfolio strategies and tax solutions. Meb Faber, founder of Cambria Investment Management, cuts through market noise to deliver essential insights for investors navigating today's challenging landscape.With US stocks experiencing one of their four major valuation peaks in history and the S&P 500 delivering a 10-bagger return since 2009, many investors find themselves trapped in concentrated positions they can't sell due to tax consequences. The warning signs are clear – market cap weighted indexes have become dangerously concentrated, with most investors significantly overweight in US equities compared to global alternatives.Faber introduces Cambria's groundbreaking endowment-style ETF (E&DW) that reimagines David Swensen's Yale approach for everyday investors. This strategy employs modest leverage (130-150%) across a truly global asset allocation that emphasizes foreign markets, value investments, and real assets – areas consistently underrepresented in typical portfolios. Historical evidence suggests this approach can potentially deliver Yale-like returns (13% annually) compared to the 8-10% from traditional allocations, though with comparable equity-like volatility.The presentation's most revolutionary concept comes through Faber's explanation of Section 351 ETF conversions – a tax strategy allowing investors to contribute appreciated stock positions to seed ETFs without triggering capital gains. This mechanism works like a 1031 exchange for stocks, enabling trapped investors to diversify concentrated positions while deferring taxes. The implications are transformative, potentially creating more impact than the entire crypto ETF phenomenon.Whether you're concerned about market valuations, seeking portfolio diversification strategies, or exploring tax-efficient investment approaches, this presentation delivers actionable insights from one of investment management's most innovative thinkers. The combination of endowment-style investing with tax-efficient conversion strategies represents a genuine paradigm shift in how investors can approach wealth management in 2025 and beyond.DISCLAIMER – PLEASE READ: This is a sponsored episode for which Lead-Lag Publishing, LLC has been paid a fee. Lead-Lag Publishing, LLC does not guarantee the accuracy or completeness of the information provided in the episode or make any representation as to its quality. All statements and expressions provided in this episode are the sole opinion of Cambria Investment Management and Lead-Lag Publishing, LLC expressly disclaims any responsibility for action taken in connection with the information provided in the discussion. The content in this program is for informational purposes only. You should not construe any information or other material as investment, financial, tax, or other advice. The views expressed by the participants are solely their own. A participant may have taken or recommended any investment position discussed, but may close such position or alter its recommendation at any time withou Sign up to The Lead-Lag Report on Substack and get 30% off the annual subscription today by visiting http://theleadlag.report/leadlaglive. Foodies unite…with HowUdish!It's social media with a secret sauce: FOOD! The world's first network for food enthusiasts. HowUdish connects foodies across the world!Share kitchen tips and recipe hacks. Discover hidden gem food joints and street food. Find foodies like you, connect, chat and organize meet-ups!HowUdish makes it simple to connect through food anywhere in the world.So, how do YOU dish? Download HowUdish on the Apple App Store today:

Carmen Laforet (Barcelona, 1921-Majadahonda, 2004). Es la autora de 'Nada', 'La isla y los demonios' y 'La insolación', primera novela de la trilogía 'Tres pasos fuera del tiempo', cuyo segundo volumen, 'Al volver la esquina' se publicó en 2004, tras su fallecimiento. 'La mujer nueva' se publicó en 1955. 

On this week's episode of Artist Friendly, Joel Madden is bringing you an encore episode of his conversation with Claudio Sanchez of Coheed and Cambria. As the frontman for Coheed and Cambria, Sanchez has mapped out entire worlds through intricate concept albums. That craftsmanship has spilled into his own comic series, The Amory Wars, which has acted as a companion to most of the band's catalog. Coheed recently embarked on a series of rare full album playthroughs of their 2005 LP, Good Apollo, I'm Burning Star IV, Volume One: From Fear Through the Eyes of Madness, which includes Furnace Fest, When We Were Young, and two shows in Australia. Listen to their conversation on Artist Friendly wherever you listen to podcasts. You can also watch the episode over at Veeps.  ------- Host: Joel Madden, @joelmadden Executive Producers: Joel Madden, Benji Madden, Jillian King Producers: Josh Madden, Joey Simmrin, Janice Leary Visual Producer/Editor: Ryan Schaefer Audio Producer/Composer: Nick Gray Music/Theme Composer: Nick Gray Cover Art/Design: Ryan Schaefer Additional Contributors: Anna Zanes, Neville Hardman Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

The Podcast That Rocked for 3/11/25. TOOL get booed at TOOL In The Sand festival, Mayhem Fest becomes Miss Mayhem, more. _ _ _ _ _ _ Discussion Topics: Did TOOL Ruin Their Own Festival? Brent Hinds parts with Mastodon after 25 years. Sleep Token tease new music and arena tour. Mayhem Fest returns as Miss Mayhem; festival with women-fronted bands. Unhinged Fest announced for Denver with Lamb Of God, Knocked Loose, more. Aftershock 2025 Festival lineup announced. Gene Simmons to charge $12,495 to be his roadie. Poppy on Jimmy Kimmel Live! Upcoming Albums, Tours, More _ _ __ _ _“Last weekend, progressive rock band TOOL faced a backlash from fans at their inaugural TOOL In The Sand festival in Punta Cana, Dominican Republic. The event, which featured performances by Primus, Mastodon, and Coheed and Cambria, was marred by TOOL's decision to play similar sets on both Friday and Saturday nights. Despite promises of unique performances, the band repeated four songs—"Fear Inoculum," "Rosetta Stoned," "Pneuma," and "Jambi"—leaving fans feeling shortchanged and prompting boos at the end of the second show. The high cost of attending the festival, which required purchasing vacation packages, further exacerbated fan disappointment, with some even considering a class-action lawsuit. This reaction highlights the high expectations fans have for TOOL's live performances, which often feature complex and atmospheric music that explores philosophical themes.” (Perplexity) ______Hosted by: Luke = https://bsky.app/profile/rockednet.bsky.social Alex = https://bsky.app/profile/voiceofalex.bsky.social Rowan = https://bsky.app/profile/rowbuck01.bsky.social

On episode 181 of The Compound and Friends, Michael Batnick and Downtown Josh Brown are joined by Tom Lee to discuss: how bull markets end, the trade war, odds of a recession, the case for a Bitcoin reserve, Tesla's crash, Tom's “Granny Shots” stock picks, and much more! This episode is sponsored by Cambria. Visit cambriafunds.com/351 to take the next step in innovative, tax-savvy investing today. Sign up for a free trial of Fundstrat at: http://fundstrat.com/tom Sign up for The Compound Newsletter and never miss out!: https://www.thecompoundnews.com/subscribe Instagram: https://instagram.com/thecompoundnews Twitter: https://twitter.com/thecompoundnews LinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/company/the-compound-media/ Investing involves the risk of loss. This podcast is for informational purposes only and should not be or regarded as personalized investment advice or relied upon for investment decisions. Michael Batnick and Josh Brown are employees of Ritholtz Wealth Management and may maintain positions in the securities discussed in this video. All opinions expressed by them are solely their own opinion and do not reflect the opinion of Ritholtz Wealth Management. The Compound Media, Incorporated, an affiliate of Ritholtz Wealth Management, receives payment from various entities for advertisements in affiliated podcasts, blogs and emails. Inclusion of such advertisements does not constitute or imply endorsement, sponsorship or recommendation thereof, or any affiliation therewith, by the Content Creator or by Ritholtz Wealth Management or any of its employees. For additional advertisement disclaimers see here https://ritholtzwealth.com/advertising-disclaimers. Investments in securities involve the risk of loss. Any mention of a particular security and related performance data is not a recommendation to buy or sell that security. The information provided on this website (including any information that may be accessed through this website) is not directed at any investor or category of investors and is provided solely as general information. Obviously nothing on this channel should be considered as personalized financial advice or a solicitation to buy or sell any securities. See our disclosures here: https://ritholtzwealth.com/podcast-youtube-disclosures/ Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Join us as we discuss the sophomore album from Coheed and Cambria, In Keeping Secrets Of Silent Earth: 3.

Busted by surveillance cameras.By Cheat105. Listen to the ► Podcast at Explicit Novels.Molly then left the room and I found myself feeling a little sad to see her go. But I knew it was best. After all, it being only around 8 on a Sunday morning, most everyone else was bound to still be asleep, so she could slip back in her room unnoticed. With nothing else to do, I decided to go ahead and shower, convenient considering the time. I put on my boxers from the night before, as I couldn't very well walk down the hall naked, grabbed a fresh change of clothes along with a towel and my shampoo and stuff then headed down the hall to the bathroom.By the time I finished showering, everyone else was still asleep. I just returned to my room and got on my computer. I logged into Netflix and had just queued up a show to watch when I received a text on my phone, it was from Amanda.Hey, come to the locker room.I read the text and thought. I guess some people were still awake. Obviously, me being a young man with my hormones going crazy, I jumped at the opportunity that this text offered. I'd received many texts like this over the past couple of months after all. I quickly put on the rest of my clothes and was out the door in less than a minute.On my way.I replied to Amanda's text as I quickly made my way across campus.As I walked across campus, I had a chance to think about everything. This weekend had started off rather rough, what with seeing Maria again and my mini panic attack that followed. Then the next day, on Saturday, I finally got a long overdue apology from Mom. As if that wasn't good enough, I then had the best sex of my life with the girl I'm pretty fucking fond of on that very same night. And now, I was on my way to have even more great sex with the smoking hot Amanda. How much better could my life get?When I got to the gym, I entered and walked across the floor to the locker room at the other end, eager for what awaited me. I walked into the locker room, not seeing Amanda when I first walked in, I figured she must already be back in the area with the mats. I walked past the lockers and stopped dead in my tracks when I was about to walk by the coach's office. I turned slowly and looked, fear immediately set in when I saw Amanda in the office and the volleyball coach sitting at her desk, staring daggers at me.Oh, fuck. I said to myself. Don't tell me."Come on in." the coach said in a demanding tone.I nervously stepped into her office, I was almost shaking. Amanda didn't ever bother to look at me. She just stared at the floor, her cheeks and ears blood red. I stood there, completely silent, wondering what was going on."So, you're the boy whose been distracting my girls." the coach said with certainty.Before I even had a chance to respond, the coach reached to the computer monitor on her desk and turned it so the screen was facing me. I looked at the screen and was shocked by what I saw. It was surveillance camera footage of the locker room, specifically the equipment area, where the girls and I usually did the deed. She clicked through about a dozen different clips, each of them featuring me and one of the girls. It was like watching a montage of my greatest hits, only now it didn't feel so great. My heart sank. My cheeks and ears burned and turned the same shade of red as Amanda's. In an instant, my whole world came crashing down.We had been caught.As far as I could figure, the coach had lured me to the locker room using Amanda's phone. Either way, there I was standing in the volleyball coach's office, my face surely twisted in horror, as she played surveillance footage on her computer. Amanda continued to sit and stare at the floor, I couldn't see her face, but I imagined she had similar look to me. Meanwhile, the coach just sat back in her chair, staring daggers at me as she let the clips play.My whole world was slowing burning down around me. It was like the bullshit in my old school all over again. I was silently hoping and praying that I would wake from this horrible nightmare, but alas, this was reality, there was no solace.How could I have been so stupid? I continuously questioned myself. I made all the same kind of mistakes I'd made back in my old school. To be honest, I wanted nothing more than to turn tail and run, jump in my mother's car and drive as far away from this place as possible. But I knew better now, there was no escaping this.Then another thought finally crossed my mind. Why the fuck were there surveillance cameras in a locker room? I mean, aren't there supposed to be laws against that? Could I use this revelation as leverage to get out of trouble?"Care to explain all this?" the coach finally broke the silence, gesturing to the screen.No, I couldn't explain it. There was no explanation to give, it all just kind of happened."Alright, Amanda, you can leave now." she said, looking to Amanda.Amanda silently and hesitantly rose from her seat and left the office. Then it was just me and the coach, and honestly it was a bit worrisome. I mean, what the hell was gonna happen now? I waited in fear."Now then, go ahead and take a seat. I wanna have a little chat." she said in an authoritative tone.I promptly obeyed and took a seat in front of her desk, awaiting what was surely going to be a long inflammatory lecture."So, you're the headmistress's son, Alan, huh?" she asked.I nodded my head, still nervous to even look this woman in the eye."Well, don't think that earns you any special treatment." she added.I never expected it would. But honestly, I would've done just about anything to have my mom come and rescue me. I knew there was no chance of that, but hey, a guy can hope, right?The coach then stood up from her chair and walked around to the front her desk."Enrolling a boy in this school, what was that woman thinking? I knew it was only a matter of time before something like this happened," she said, sounding strangely proud of herself, as she leaned her ass against the edge of desk, looking down on me.I wanted to jump to my mother's defense upon hearing her be disparaged like that, but something kept me from speaking. I looked up at the woman towering over me, and I couldn't help but notice how attractive she looked from this angle. Was I attracted to powerful women?Coach Jones, Valerie was her first name I think, she was actually quite beautiful. She was a tall black woman, probably in her mid to late 30s. She had long black wavy hair that she wore in a ponytail almost all the time. Her body was curvy, yet still had an athletic build. Her usual outfit around campus was a t-shirt with the school's name on it, a pair of short gym shorts, and a pair tennis shoes. I could tell that hidden beneath that shirt was a sizable rack, double-d at the very least. And those shorts did little to conceal her big round firm ass. Honestly I don't know why I'd never taken notice of her before. She was without a doubt a sexy woman, but also had quite the imposing image as well. Her whole vibe was rather authoritarian. I didn't know whether to be turned on or scared, perhaps a mixture of both."There's only one solution I can see to this problem." she started speaking again, dragging me away from my thoughts.I continued staring up at her as she spoke, still frozen in silence and fear."I know I should report this to your mother and the rest of the faculty." she said.I was already filled with worry, but upon hearing that, I began to shake."That would of course result in your expulsion, which doesn't bother me, as the problem would be solved." she continued.My head was immediately overflown with horrific thoughts of me being kicked out of yet another school. Sure, my mother had already apologized for how she'd treated me after the bullshit from before, but if I was expelled from another school, her school to be make it even worse, then she'd certainly disown me."But, that would also mean the girls getting expelled. I like those girls, it ain't right for them to dragged down because of you." she went on, sounding a little angry.That's when the guilt set in. Forget what would happen to me. The girls' names would be dragged through the mud and their futures ruined. All because I'm a horny little piece of shit who couldn't keep his dick in his pants."So I came up with an even better idea." she said, her frown slowly turning to a mischievous grin.I looked up at her with a look of confusion on my face. A better idea? I repeated that part in my head. What the hell was she thinking?Without saying anything further, Coach Jones walked around behind me. I grew even more confused when she shut the door to her office and locked, she then proceeded to close the blinds on her office windows before returning to her desk, that sly grin still on her face."While I was going over that footage, I happened to notice that you got a pretty decent sized dick. So go ahead and whip that thing out for me, I wanna see it with my own eyes." she said, her deep beautiful brown eyes dropping directly to my already bulging crotch.My eyes grew wide and my jaw hit the floor. I wasn't all too sure I'd heard her right."You heard me, boy. Take that thing out." she said in a commanding tone.For whatever reason, I couldn't disobey her. The next thing I knew, I was standing up from the chair I was sitting in. Standing now, I noticed that even with the way she was leaning against her desk, she was still a few inches taller than me. As if driven by an outside force, my hands seemed to move on their own as I began to undo my pants. She stared at my crotch, her head nodding slowly, as I unbuttoned and unzipped my pants. Still unsure that I was even controlling my own actions, I then pulled down my pants and boxers in one motion, freeing my already rock hard erection."Hmm, you're pretty well hung, for a white boy. I see why them girls were so crazy for you." she said, looking at my cock.I nervously blushed at her compliment. Though, I suppose I was also a bit offended that she inferred the girls' interest in me was based on my endowment. After all, I was certain that at least Molly and I shared a real connection that went beyond the physical. Of course, I also saw the irony in that. I mean, there I was thinking about my feelings for Molly, yet I was standing before her volleyball coach exposing myself and on top of that the only reason I'd come to the locker room in the first place was to have sex with one of Molly's best friends, like I'd already done numerous times before with her friends. Talk about some fucked up irony.I was still extremely confused by the whole situation. I stood there, frozen, with my hard cock exposed as Coach Jones just stared at it slowly nodding her head. What the hell was she thinking? I kept asking myself. I would've given anything to know, and I was soon to get my answer."I think it's only fair if we see how well you can use that thing." the coach finally spoke again.What's that supposed to mean? I asked myself. She saw the surveillance footage, so I'm pretty sure she's already seen how well I can use it."Yeah, let's see if you're as good a fuck as those girls seem to think you are." she said.Before I could even react to her statement, she began removing her t-shirt, exposing a sexy black lacy bra. It was beginning to be increasingly more difficult to feel confused and uneasy with the enticing image that stood before me.Coach Jones then reached behind her back and unclasped the bra, letting the straps slowly slide off of her shoulders. The bra fell to the floor revealing a perfectly symmetrical pair of gigantic light chocolate globes. Each of her two breasts were capped with a large areola, that were of a darker shade of brown than the skin surrounding them. Protruding from her areolas were her perky nipples, they reminded me of Hershey Kisses, but less pointy, obviously.I'd never been with a black girl. Never had anything against the idea, just never really thought about it much. But god damn, I was so turned on by the half-naked beauty in front of me. I wanted nothing more than to grab her and start sucking on those chocolate nipples.I watched as her big juicy tits jiggled with every slight movement she made. I could no longer hold back, finally overcome by lust, my baser instincts took over. I quickly took a step towards her and just about dove into her rack. I immediately began ferociously kissing and licking all over those glorious mounds. I found one of her nipples and latched onto it, sucking the erect nub into my mouth. I was like a man possessed."Oh damn, I love that enthusiasm" she said.She let a moan as I sucked on her nipples, switching back and forth between the two. I continued sucking on her nipples until I was satisfied. I then removed my mouth from her breasts and began trailing kisses down her firm milky chocolate abdomen. I was ready for the main course. And judging by her moans, so was she. I kissed down to her belly button and stopped just above her shorts."Well don't stop now." Coach Jones said.Not that I needed the extra encouragement, but it did help. I hooked my fingers in the waistband of her shorts and began pulling them down past her hips and voluptuous ass, revealing a pair panties that matched the black lacy bra. She removed the shorts the rest of the way, pulling them down her legs and past her shoes. I then hooked my fingers into the waistband of her panties and pulled them down as well, where they became bunched up at her ankles, her shoes keeping them from coming off the rest of the way. I took a moment admire her as she worked the panties over her shoes. I marveled at her curvaceous light chocolate ass jiggling with each movement she made. Her crotch was bare and her cunt looked as though it had never been touched.Coach Jones sat on her desk and leaned back, planting her hands behind her to brace herself."Alright, enough foreplay, let's see just how good a fuck you are." she said in a weird mix of commanding and seductive tone.The whole seductive authoritarian thing was certainly working for her. I let my pants and boxers fall down around my ankles and quickly worked them over my shoes. I stepped out of them and took a step closer to my prize as she spread her legs to invite me. I grabbed her hips and began smearing the tip of my rock hard cock along her juicy wet slit. The outsides of her cunt lips were a slightly darker shade of brown, but as my cock parted her lips I saw that the inside was just as pink as any other girl's cunt. She yelped as I shoved my cock into her dripping wet hole."Oh, damn, that is one big dick" she said in surprise as she felt my thickness enter her love canal.To my surprise, she was tight. Either way, it felt good to complimented by her and it urged me on. I began driving my cock into her cunt as it slowly loosened to accept more of me. She moaned as inch after inch of my hard on disappeared into her tight wet snatch. Before long I'd bottomed out in her."Come on, white boy. Fuck me!" she exclaimed.It was odd being called white boy in the middle of sex, but I've got to admit, it turned me on. I pulled out almost all the way, then slammed my cock back into her cunt, fast and hard. I repeated that several more times, each time increasing my speed and force until I was thrusting in and out of her cunt as fast and hard as I could. Coach Jones responded to all this by moaning and squealing at the top of her lungs."Oh fuck! Fuck me! Fuck me!" she yelled, lost in the throes of pleasure.That's not to say I wasn't just as lost. I drilled away at her like a savage beast. The only sounds were that of her moaning and yelling, my heavy breathing, and the ambient sounds of our respective sexual organs clashing. Honestly, I knew I wasn't going to last much longer, and I hoped she was close as well.I was beginning to feel exhausted as I kept the same pace for an extended period. But I never slowed, after all, the sensation of her warm wet cunt pulsating around my shaft with each thrust felt way too good to stop."Oh fuck! I'm cumming!" Coach Jones finally yelled.She wrapped her muscular legs around my back and held me deep inside her as her hot fluids washed over my cock. Her body began to spasm and that was all I could take before I began erupting a fountain of my seed into her.Neither of us took any time to revel in the afterglow, as both of us knew what this was about, it was sex and nothing more. She began putting her clothes back on and I did the same, both of us remained silent the whole time; which gave me just enough time to realize how wrong this all was. I'd just had sex with the volleyball coach in her office, not only that, I noticed the ring on her finger. I'd participated in adultery, that startling revelation sent an immediate guilt washing over me. I quickly finished getting dressed then made for the door, hoping she wouldn't say anything."Oh, by the way, I got your number from Amanda's phone. Expect to hear from me again." she said with a self-satisfied smile.I had nothing to say to that, I just left her office in a hurry. And when I exited the locker room into the gym, I almost broke out in a sprint to the exit across the gym.I tried to keep my composure as I made the long stroll across campus. I walked, filled with a sense of dread and guilt, and shame. What the fuck? I questioned myself over and over again, never able to form an answer. This is all so fucked, I said to myself. How could I ever let things get so out of hand? I was driving myself mad.I then received a text on my phone, momentarily drawing me away from the chaos that was my mind. I pulled the phone out of my pocket and checked it, the text was from Molly.Hey, I just heard from Amanda, what the hell happened exactly? Is everything alright?To be honest, I didn't have a good answer for her, I knew she was just concerned for me and I wanted more than anything to put her at ease, but I didn't know how. However, this was one issue that couldn't be ignored, I have learned from at least one of my mistakes. I quickly replied to the text after some thought.Gather the others and meet me in my room, I'm on my way there now, I'll explain everything then.It was finally time that I sat down with the girls and discussed things. I could not put this off any longer. I of course, worried that with the current circumstances this meeting with the girls could result in the end of our little "thing" but I also knew how dire it was that we all talk.Ok, we'll be there.Molly promptly replied to the text. Luckily, with the time being barely noon, it wouldn't be overly suspicious for the girls to be hanging out in my room, so that was one bright side.I continued making my way to the dorm, trying to get my thoughts in order. Trying to figure out exactly what it was I was going to say to the girls. I'd arranged the meeting, but I hadn't really thought much beyond that. In all honesty, I knew that calling the whole harem thing off was probably for the best, to avoid further incident, but that was the last thing I wanted. I especially didn't want to damage things with Molly.When I finally got to my dorm room, Molly and the others were already waiting in the hall, talking amongst themselves. They all looked just as worried as I felt. As I walked up to them, they all greeted me with concerned looks. Amanda still couldn't even look at me. I immediately wanted to put them all at ease, but again, I didn't know what to say. And I didn't want to lie to them and tell them everything would okay, after all I didn't even know myself if things were really going to be okay.Deciding not to say anything, I unlocked and opened my door, and gestured for them to follow me in. I shut the door behind us, also checking to make sure nobody saw us, just in case. When I turned around to face the room, I saw that the girls had all taken a seat on my bed, so I walked over and sat in my computer chair and spun in it to face them.I sat there looking at them, with them looking back at me. The room was dead silent, I was halfway tempted to turn on some music just to ease the tension a bit, but this was not the time for levity. This was serious and needed to be treated as such. I opted instead to get my thoughts in order. I knew that with how close they all were, they'd surely heard from Amanda about the volleyball coach."Alright, so I'm assuming you've all heard from Amanda, about us being caught?" I asked just to clarify.Erin and Katie both nodded in the affirmative, confirming my assumption. Amanda's face turned blood red as she stared at the floor, obviously a nervous wreck. I was just as nervous as she, but I decided that I should at least appear to be strong, for their sake."Yeah, but what's gonna happen? How bad is it?" Molly asked, sounding and looking concerned.Seeing how clearly not okay Amanda was, I knew that I needed to say something to ease her torment a little. I mean, she looked absolutely crushed with guilt. After all, Coach Jones had pretty much used her to lure me into a trap, how could she not feel guilty?"I'll get to that in a sec, but first, Amanda, I know you're probably blaming yourself for all this. Don't, it's not your fault. And I'm sure none of us here blame you." I said.The other 3 girls all chimed in as well, giving her hugs and reassuring her."I mean, how were any of us supposed to know there were cameras in the locker room?" I continued.Molly, Erin, and Katie nodded in agreement as they continued to console their friend. It actually made me a bit envious seeing how much they all cared about one another. I never had friends like that, all mine turned their backs on me.Winter break was upon us.A few weeks had passed since that weekend. That damn weekend, there were so many ups and downs. Luckily, Coach Jones hadn't decided to report us, probably had something to do with my regular visits to her office since that day. As long as I kept her happy, the girls and I were able to keep up our thing. The girls and I continued to meet in the locker room to have our fun, even though we knew the coach had kept the cameras running and recording us, we figured it best that we don't deprive her of her little show. Maria and I also kept in contact since she left, via text and the occasional phone call. I still worried about her with her parents, but she seemed alright anytime I was talking to her.I would be spending winter break at home with my family, and the girls would be spending it with their respective families as well; which means, I wouldn't see them for a couple of weeks, I was none too thrilled about it. Not to mention the idea of spending a couple of weeks with my family seemed rather unappealing, to say the least. That's not to say I dislike my family, but given everything that's happened, it was sure to be extremely awkward. I wasn't even sure if mom had told the rest of the family that Maria had revealed the truth to her. As far as I knew, the rest of the family still wanted nothing to do with me. But alas, my mother had insisted that the whole family be there for the holidays, some sort of pseudo Campbell family reunion.I had packed enough stuff for the break and was loading it into the back of mom's car as I waited for her to finish up a few things in her office. It was the first day of winter break, though given it was a Monday, I suppose the weekend technically counted, so third day? Either way, pretty much all the other students had left already. I was bored and couldn't even call Molly or any of the others, because they were on flights back home at the time. You see, most of the student's families lived in a different city, a lot of them in a different state entirely. That's why they lived in the dorms on campus. My mother lived maybe an hour or so away from the school, but the reason I was living away from home is because I wasn't wanted at home. So my mother's sudden urge to reunite the family for the holidays caught me off guard. I know she'd forgiven me after hearing the truth, but she had to know how awkward it was gonna be with the rest of the family.I was sitting in the passenger seat of mom's car messing around on my phone as I waited for mom to finish up. Finally after a little over 10 minutes mom got to the car."Hey sweetie, hope I didn't keep you waiting for too long." she said as she sat in the driver seat."It's alright." I replied.It still felt a little weird having mom call me things like "sweetie" and "honey." Sure that's how she always used to refer to me, but that stopped immediately after the whole Maria fiasco. I know she was just trying to get things back to the way they were before, so I didn't mind. It would just take a little while getting used to.Most of the car ride was spent making small talk, mom asking me how school has been, if I've made friends, that sort of stuff. I answered her questions as best I could, even though her being the headmistress of the school, she already knew how I've been doing in school, and as far as friends, I couldn't exactly tell her the whole truth there considering what I've been doing with my friends for the past several months. I knew she was just trying to make things normal again, so I went along with it.More of this story is published at the index of Cheat105 for Literotica.

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Alan's past becomes his present.By Cheat105. Listen to the ► Podcast at Explicit Novels.It was the beginning of the volleyball postseason, the school's team had once again made it to the playoffs, like they apparently did almost every season. Our school, having the best facilities, would be hosting the playoffs, which meant a lot of girls from other schools would be showing up for the playoffs. But there was one face among them that I never thought I'd see again.I was leaving my last class of the day, making the long walk across campus to my dorm, like I'd done so many times in the past. Only this time a bus full of girls from another school was in the parking lot, and that's when I saw her, Maria, the girl from my old high school who'd accused me of coercing her into having sex. She was unloading off the bus in a parade of other girls, I had to double take to make sure my eyes weren't playing tricks on me. No, it was definitely her, as I stared a moment in complete shock and terror. I came back to reality and panic set in, and the next thing I knew, I was practically sprinting from the scene, headed toward my dorm at top speed. Upon reaching the dorm, I slowed my pace to hasty walk and quickly made my way through the halls."Hey Alan!" I heard Molly's voice in the hall.I was too panicked to acknowledge her, I just continued walking. I got to my door and fumbled with my key for moment, missing the keyhole on my first couple tries I was trembling so much. When I finally got the door unlocked, I entered and slammed the door behind me, I dropped my stuff on the floor and collapsed face down on my bed. Immediately all those painful memories came flooding back in a tidal wave. I began questioning everything. Why was she here? Why her of all people? Why now? I was finally beginning to enjoy life again, and now Maria has showed up here of all places? Was this the other shoe dropping? Punishment for my arrogance in thinking I could escape the past?Suddenly before I could even react my door began to open. Damn, I forgot to lock it, I thought. The door opened and in walked Molly."Alan, is something wrong?" she asked, sounding concerned.I must've looked so pitiful laying there in my bed, wallowing in my own grief. I didn't know how to answer her, I'd never told her about my past and she'd certainly never seen me like this. Yet, there she was, showing genuine concern. I couldn't very well lie to her."Yes," I replied simply and quietly.She shut the door then walked over and sat on the edge of the bed."But, what are you doing here Molly?" I asked, quickly realizing that someone could've seen her come in."Don't worry about that, everyone else went to dinner, so no one saw me. Now tell me what's wrong?" she asked, gently placing her hand on my back.Once again, I didn't know how to respond. And whatever I said, it would most likely lead to me revealing my past, my reason for coming to this school in the first place. I didn't know if that was something I was ready to do. Then the fear set in. How would she react? To find out I was accused of something as awful as rape? Surely she'd want nothing to do with me, what girl would?"Come on, talk to me, Alan." she said, rubbing her hand in circles on my back.I still just remained silent, the fear and panic keeping me paralyzed."Look, you're one of my best friends and I care about you. You know you can tell me anything." she said in a sentimental tone.She was right, we did pretty much tell each other everything. We practically knew everything about one another. But the one thing I'd never told her about was my past. Though, I have to be honest, the sound of her tender voice and the gentle touch of her hand on my back, were beginning to make me feel a little more at peace. I had to tell her, I needed to tell someone. This thing had been eating me up for so long."Okay, You know the bus that just got here?" I started, still face down in my pillow speaking in a low melancholic voice."Yeah, the bus from that other school? That's who we're playing in the first playoff game this weekend. Their team will be staying in the guest dorm until our match. What about it?" she replied.That at least answered my question of why Maria was here, even though that should've been obvious."Well, I saw someone I know getting off that bus." I said."Oh, an old friend?" Molly asked."Not exactly, " I responded."Oh, what do you mean?" she asked curiously."Well, it's a long story and it's pretty much the reason I came to this school." I said."To be honest, I have always been curious as to how you ended up here. I mean it's not every day a guy gets enrolled in a school for girls." she replied.I was still feeling nervous, but I had resolved to tell her, so there's no backing out now."That girl I saw getting off the bus, her name is Maria. Well, we have a bit of a storied past with one another. You see, Maria went to my old high school, and we dated for a bit. Needless to say, it did not end well." I began explaining."Continue." Molly said simply, genuinely interested in my story."Well, I don't even remember why or how exactly but for whatever reason we ended up having sex in the girl's bathroom during school one day. And some other student caught us, then reported it to a teacher, " I said."That doesn't seem so bad, I take it things got worse from there?" Molly said."Oh yeah, things got much worse, " I then proceeded to tell Molly the whole story about what happened at my old school and how I ended up here. I even told her about the damage it had done to my home life, how even my own family began shunning me.When I finished explaining it all, Molly just sat there silent for a moment, I was still face down in my pillow so I couldn't tell you how she looked. But I fully expected her to cut her ties to me right there on the spot. After all, what girl would want to associate themselves with an accused rapist, even as bullshit an accusation as it was."Wow, what a bitch!" Molly exclaimed.I did not expect that kind of response, I immediately sat up and faced her, with a look of disbelief."What kind of bitch just turns on you like that?" she questioned."Well, I always suspected it was mostly her parents who pressured her into accusing me." I said."Still, that's fucked up. And nobody would hear your side? Not even your family?" she asked.I was in disbelief, and so relieved. She was saying pretty much all the same things I've said on the matter."Yeah, pretty much. And the shame is I actually used to be very close with my family, but ever since that shit went down, they all cut their ties with me. My own mother looks at me with disdain every time I see her." I said."Wow, I'm so sorry Alan. But look, I want you to know that I believe you." she replied."Really?" I asked, still dumbfounded."Of course, I trust you. And I know you'd never do anything as dispicable as what those assholes accused you of." she responded.Molly, seeing that I was still feeling a bit uneasy, then wrapped her arms around me in a warm embrace. It was there in her arms that I finally felt a sense of calm and peace. This was the first time that anyone's ever bothered hearing me out and actually believed me. I found myself relaxing in her arms until I was laying down, Molly had followed, never letting go. We both just laid there in my bed, hugging one another."Thank you, Molly." I uttered.I had begun to feel tired. It was only the evening, supper time, yet I felt tired. I guess that slight nervous breakdown after seeing Maria again had really left me drained, but it was more than that. I was usually one to stay up well past midnight, and wake up early, never getting more than a few hours of sleep. My own thoughts and fears had always kept me awake. But laying there in Molly's gentle embrace, I felt as though the weight of the whole world had been lifted from shoulders. Soon enough everything seemed to fade as my weighty eyelids fell, I drifted off to sleep still hugging Molly. This was true nirvana.I awoke the next day with the bright morning sun beaming through the lone window of my room. I wiped the sleep from eyes and immediately found that Molly was no longer in my bed. Not that I expected her to be there, after all, that would've been a little too risky. But a part of me had kind of wanted to wake up with her beside me. I grabbed my phone off the nightstand and checked the time, it was a little after 9 am. I was surprised, for once I had actually managed to get a full night of sleep, I felt well rested, better than I had been in a long time.I got out of bed and realized that I was still wearing my school uniform, but I also still needed a shower. Luckily, I was sure everyone else was down in the cafeteria having breakfast, so I was free to shower. So I grabbed a change of clothes and my shower supplies: towel, shampoo, body wash, etc. and made my way down the hall to the showers. As I had suspected, they were empty, so I found a stall, turned on the water and quickly went about taking off my clothes.It didn't take me long to finish showering. I turned off the water and stepped out of the stall, I quickly dried myself off and slipped on a pair of clean boxers. I then noticed my reflection in the mirror, my mother was right after all, I could use a shave and a haircut. My hair had gotten long enough now that it was nearly to my shoulders and my facial hair, while only being 18 I didn't get too much growth, there was still enough that I looked pretty scruffy. The only problem was I didn't even own a razor or shaving cream, so I'd need to go buy some, which I could also get a haircut while I was out.I then pulled on a pair of running shorts and gathered up my things, and began making my way out of the bathroom. But as I was walking out, someone else was walking in. It was a girl that lived in the dorm. Neither of us noticed each other and I walked right into her, she let out a sudden yelp of shock as she began to fall to the floor. But I, having pretty decent reflexes, dropped my things and managed to catch the girl by her arms before she fell. She reached out a hand and put it on my shirtless chest as she braced herself."Woah, you okay?" I asked, once she was stable.She didn't respond, she only stared straight ahead, her hand still planted on my firm chest."You okay?" I asked again."Wha; huh; yeah. Yeah, I'm okay." She stuttered, taking her hand off my chest, looking and sounding as though she'd just woken up from a trance."Yeah, sorry about bumping into you, I wasn't looking where I was going." I said, bending down to pick up my things."It's alright, um; Alan, right?" she asked."Yep" I replied."I'm Samantha, but everyone just calls me Sam." she said, reaching out her hand."Well, nice to meet ya, Samantha. I'm gonna get out of your way now, see ya around." I said, shaking her hand before exiting the bathroom.Hmm, Nice girl, I thought as I walked down the hall to my room. I'd seen her around the dorm before, in fact I recognized her as one of the many girls that would usually give me the stink eye when I walked past, so I'd pegged her as one of those stuck-up types. But in that brief encounter, she actually seemed like a fairly nice girl, guess I should reserve my premature judgements in the future.I made it back to my room, where I put my dirty clothes in my laundry hamper and then took a seat at my computer desk. I booted up my computer and then checked my facebook notifications. That's when my good mood came to screeching halt, one of those notifications was a message from none other than Maria herself. Yeah, though I'd gotten a new phone number, I never did block her on facebook, I'm an idiot.We need to talk.I almost cringed as I read her simple message. I leaned back in my chair and just stared at the computer screen. Just like that, my good mood had vanished. After talking with Molly the night before, I'd gotten a good night's rest and was feeling great for once. Such a weight had been lifted off my shoulders, I felt like I could fly. But upon seeing that message, I came crashing and burning right back down to earth, back to reality. This girl, once again serving as a reminder that I could never escape my past. Needless to say, I did not reply to her message. Instead I sat there my mind going over everything again, it was like a highlight reel of my life's worst hits. Then, I began to feel angry, and I just sat there stewing in it, my eyes still fixed on that damn message."Fuck!" I yelled, in a fit of rage I drove my fist into the screen as hard as I could, the monitor fell from the desk, showing a black spot where my fist had hit with dozens of little black cracks surrounding it.What was left of the picture flashed a few times before the whole screen just went blank."God damn it!" I yelled as I immediately realized the damage I'd done.I stood up from desk still seething in anger. I needed to get out of there, before anything else ended up broken. I quickly changed into a pair of jeans and put on a t-shirt, then socks and shoes, all the while screaming obscenities. I stormed out of my room, slamming the door behind me. I walked down the hall, my face red with anger, muttering further vulgarities to myself. Just about every girl in the building stared in shock as I walked past.When I got outside, I walked around for a while, breathing in the fresh air. Letting myself cool off a bit, I finally had a moment of clarity. I'd never blown up like that before, I surprised myself. Even after the incident at the old school, my anger was quickly sated and I had resigned myself to just being mellow and uncaring. But now, I couldn't be mellow, I had finally lost my shit. And then as if the shit-storm couldn't get any more severe, my phone began to ring, I was getting a call. What wonderful timing, I thought sarcastically to myself. I quickly dug the phone out of my pocket and answered it without even checking to see who it was."What?" I answered the phone angrily."It's your mother, what kind of way is that to answer your phone?" the voice asked on the other side of the call."I'm pissed off, what do you want? Call to criticize me some more?" I replied tersely, lamenting on how it seemed like the only time my mother ever spoke to me was to criticize me for something."What's wrong, honey? Better yet just come talk to me in my office, okay sweetie?" my mother responded in her motherly tone, that I hadn't heard in what felt like ages.Honey? Sweetie? What the hell was going on? I wondered. She hadn't called me those words in a long time, and that tone of voice. What the hell? I asked myself."Okay" I finally replied, hanging up the phone.I was thoroughly confused, so much so that my anger had subsided for the moment. Why did she sound so nice all the sudden? I was so confused but at the same time, curious, there was no way I wasn't going to go see her, just to figure out what was going on. I began making my way across the campus to the main building where mom's office was located.When I got to her office, she was sitting at her desk and immediately stopped everything she was doing as I walked in. She looked directly at me, but it wasn't the face of contempt I usually got from her, she looked, caring? Like she was actually glad to see me. I took a seat in one of the chairs in front of her desk, still dumbfounded.My mother stood up from her desk, then walked around to where I was sitting and suddenly fell to her knees in front of me, looking up at me with tears forming in her eyes. I was taken aback, not sure what to say or do."I'm so sorry, baby. I know you must hate me" she said, the tears now running down her cheeks.I was stunned. Frozen and speechless. What the fuck is going on? I asked in my inner monologue."That girl, Maria. She came and told me everything, Oh god, sweetie. I'm so sorry, I should've listened to you, instead I've been treating you like crap all this time" she said, now fully crying.I still couldn't speak. Maria actually told her the truth? Holy shit, I thought."Please, forgive me honey" she said through her sobs.I just sat there staring in disbelief at the sight before me, my mother was on her knees sobbing and begging for my forgiveness. Honestly, it was the one thing I'd wanted for a long time. However, seeing my mother in tears wasn't something I'd ever wanted, I wanted an apology to be sure, but I never wanted to see her cry, she was still my mom after all. In seconds, my familial instincts kicked in, I'd forgotten about all the rage inside me and all I could think about was comforting my weeping mother. I leaned forward in my chair and wrapped my mother in my arms, feeling some tears begin to form in my own eyes. Mom gratefully received my embrace and wrapped her arms around me in reciprocity, burying her head in my shoulder, still crying."It's alright, mom." I finally said."No, it's not. You're my son, my baby boy, and I vilified you," She said, breaking our embrace."I forgive you." I cut her off."How could you forgive me? How do you not hate me?" she asked."Because, you're my mother and I love you, I never stopped. I could never hate you." I answered.It was true, of course. I could never hate my mother, no matter the disrepair our relationship was in."I love you too, sweetie." mom said, wrapping me in another embrace.We stayed there hugging like that, not saying a word, for several minutes. Until she'd finally stopped crying and I helped her up off the floor. She took a seat back behind her desk and grabbed a tissue to wipe the remaining tears and the streaks from where her make-up had run."So, honey, you were upset about something when I called you a while ago?" mom said."Uh, oh yeah, I accidently knocked my computer monitor off my desk and the screen cracked." I told her a little white lie, deciding to leave out all the stuff about Maria as I didn't want her worrying."Oh, well how'd that happen?" she asked."I was moving some stuff around and bumped into it by accident." I said.Yeah, I know, not the greatest lie in the world, but luckily she didn't press too much."Oh, you need to be more careful, honey." she said, with me nodding in response.As nice as it would've been to stay and chat with my mother longer, I did have stuff I needed to do. Such as going into town and buying a new computer monitor, because I would need my computer back in working order before classes resume on Monday. Besides, I'm sure she had work to do anyways, considering she was in the office on a Saturday."Well, I need to get going. You think I can borrow the car? I gotta go buy a new monitor." I said."Sure, oh, do you need any money?" she asked, as she began digging through her purse."Nah, I still got some left over from my summer job." I said."Alright, here ya go. Hurry back, okay?" she said, reaching out her hand, holding the car keys."Thanks mom. Be back in a bit." I replied, taking the keys and leaving her office.I made my way out of her office and out to the parking lot where I found mom's car. I got in the car and pulled out of the parking space. As I left the school campus and began the drive into town, I thought about mom's apology. Sure, it was nice to finally hear her apologize and while I did let her know I forgive her, there was still a ways to go before our relationship would be fully repaired. But I felt like we were finally in a place now that we could actually start working on repairing our damaged relationship, of course it wasn't only our relationship that was in disrepair. There was also the rest of my family: my older sister, my aunt and my two cousins.Once I got into town, the first thing I did was go to the electronics store. There, I bought a new monitor, the same model I had before. While I was out, I also decided to go ahead and get a haircut, after leaving the barber I went stopped by a convenience store where I bought some razors and shaving cream. Then after grabbing a bite to eat, I made the drive back to the school. All in all, the little trip had taken a little over an hour and cost me a decent chunk of the money I'd saved from working during the summer.Back at the school, I took mom her keys, then once again left her office, but not before she complimented my new haircut. It wasn't a major haircut, only enough so the front wasn't in my eyes and so the sides weren't covering my ears, and the back cut so it wasn't down on my shoulders. Anyways, after leaving her office I began the walk across the campus carrying the bag with the shaving stuff in it and the box with my new monitor in it hoisted up on my shoulder.It was a rather lengthy walk, but the monitor wasn't very heavy so it didn't bother me. As I hauled the monitor through the halls of the dorm, all eyes were on me. I didn't pay them any mind, I just kept walking. Though, there were sure to be questions after the scene I'd made earlier in the day. When I got to my room, I set the monitor down on my bed and began unboxing it. I then unhooked the cables from the back of my old monitor and set it aside as I hooked up the new one. I put the old monitor in the empty box left over from the new one and set it on the floor at the foot of my bed where it was out of the way. With that taken care of, I decided to go ahead and shave. I went to the bathroom, which was luckily empty, with a razor and shaving cream, along with a towel. It didn't take me very long to shave and when I finished I looked at myself in the mirror for a bit. Not bad, I thought. With the new haircut and clean shaven face, all in all I thought I looked pretty good.I then returned to my room where I sat at my computer and browsed the web. Yes, it is a pretty boring life I lead, pretty much the only excitement I get is from the girls. I wondered what they'd think of my new look. Speaking of which, I hadn't heard from any of them all day."Fuck!" I said to myself.I'd just suddenly remembered that tonight was the girls' big playoff game, against Maria's team. I was so wrapped up in my own bullshit that I'd completely forgotten about it. Damn, how self-absorbed can I be? I thought. I was always sure to attend their games, but not because I like the sport or anything. I did it because Molly liked to have me there rooting for her. All I could do was hope she wasn't too upset.I continued thinking about my blunder for the rest of the night. I'd even skipped dinner, although I wasn't very hungry after my big lunch anyways, so it didn't bother me. It was around midnight when I heard a knock on my door, I could I guess who it was. I got up and answered the door, sure enough, it was Molly, still in her volleyball uniform and she did not look happy. In fact, she looked quite sad.This can't be good, I thought. I ushered her into my room, being sure no one saw. Neither of us said a word for a couple of minutes."We lost." Molly finally broke the silence, staring at the floor with an obvious sadness in her demeanor.I began to feel sad for her. I knew how much volleyball meant to her and losing in the playoffs had to be a major blow."Why weren't you at the game, Alan? I kept looking up throughout the game, but you were nowhere to be found." she said, looking up at me, with tears forming in her eyes.Oh no, I thought. Don't tell me they lost because she was worried about me rather than the game? I began to feel even worse, especially after she began to cry. I'd never seen her cry before. She always came off as so strong."I am so sorry, Molly. I don't know what else to say." I said, as I wrapped her in my arms to try and comfort her.Molly accepted the hug and wrapped her arms around me."It's okay, but where were you?" she said."I know I promised to be there, but today I was so wrapped up in my own world and I just completely forgot about the game. I'm sorry, Molly, truly." I told her.I hated making excuses, yet I found myself making one anyways."What happened? Is everything okay?" she said, as we broke our embrace and sat on the edge of my bed.Here she was, crushed over her loss, but she was still concerned about me. I didn't deserve to have someone as good as her in my life. I then told her pretty much the whole story of my day, as she listened attentively."Wow, you broke your computer?" she said with a giggle after I finished explaining everything.Luckily she had cheered up a bit by the time I'd finished walking her through my day. She'd even stopped crying and managed a giggle over me hauling off and punching my monitor."Yeah, I did." I giggled at it a bit myself. "But, it's alright, as you can see, I bought a new one." I continued."At least your mom finally apologized to you." she said. "Just think, if she'd called you sooner, then maybe you wouldn't have punched your computer." she giggled once again at the irony of it.Sure, she was teasing me now, but it didn't bother me. I was just glad to see her feeling better."I know, right?" I replied."By the way, I see you got a haircut and you shaved. Looks good." She said, running her fingers across my clean shaven face.We both fell silent as we looked each other in the eyes. There was something between Molly and I that I just didn't feel with the other girls. I guess that's the "spark" you hear about in those cheesy romance flicks.Both of us, feeling that spark, then leaned in simultaneously until our lips met in a passionate kiss. We parted our lips and I began exploring her hot mouth with my tongue, while she did the same.After a minute or so, we broke the kiss to catch our breath."Here, lay back." I said.Molly then scooted up farther on my bed and turned so she was fully lying in my bed, with her legs down at the foot of my bed and her head resting on my pillow."You must be pretty sore after your game, let me massage you a bit." I said, and she nodded in response.I began rubbing my hands along the tan bare skin just below her short volleyball shorts. I began firmly kneading my hands into the thigh muscles of one of her legs. She moaned, which let me know I was in the right spot. I continued working on that leg, massaging down to her calf muscle. I didn't know much of anything about giving massages, but she kept letting out satisfied moans, so I assumed I was doing alright. When I finished with one leg, I swapped to the other and gave it the same treatment."Oh my gosh, that felt so good! Thank you Alan." she said with a satisfied sigh.But I wasn't done yet. I knew that after being on her feet for so long that they had to have been sore too. I lifted her legs and let them lay across my lap as I began untying her tennis shoes. She looked at me curiously as I removed both her shoes. Then I peeled both her socks off, as well. Her socks felt hot and a bit damp to the touch from sweat, but I didn't mind much. I was just focused on the task at hand. I took one of her bare feet in my hands and began kneading my thumbs into its sole."Oh wow, a foot massage too? You are just too good to me, Alan." she said while letting out a moan.I continued working my thumbs along her sole, from her soft heel, through her deep arch, up to the balls of her foot and proceeded to massage each of her toes. Now, I'd never paid much attention to a girl's feet before, but looking at Molly's, I had to say she had some pretty nice looking feet. Despite being an athlete, she took really good care of them. They were tan like the rest of her body, and they were soft and smooth all over, not a single callus or rough spot. And her cute little toes had a nice looking dark shade of purple polish on her toenails, without even a single chip in the nail polish. All in all, her feet were just as nice as the rest of her. Despite the sweaty feel to them and the slight odor they gave off, I strangely wasn't repulsed by it.When I finished with one foot, I gave the other the same treatment, and judging by Molly's moans, she couldn't be happier. Finished with the massage, I then laid next to her and when began kissing once again. We made out and caressed each other's bodies. We were both hot and ready by this point, and we'd already been together enough that really, all this pretext wasn't necessary. But that was part of me and Molly's thing, like I said before, with Molly and me it was always more sensual than with the other girls.I broke from her lips and began planting soft wet kisses along her neckline, while my hands worked at pulling her volleyball jersey up. She lifted her torso a bit to allow me to pull her jersey up and over her head and shoulders. I then proceeded to slowly remove her tight sports bra as well. She let out a sigh of relief as her modest B cup breasts were finally freed from the constrictive sports bra. I then removed my own shirt and went back to kissing Molly, trailing down her neck to the soft perky mounds on her chest, then down her stomach to her belly button. I hooked my fingers into the elastic waistband of her shorts and began slowly pulling them down, she lifted her ass off the bed slightly as I pulled them down over her hips.The dark spot on the crotch of her white cotton panties told me she was already soaking wet. My cock had been rock hard since we started. She was just as turned on as me. I quickly removed my own pants, so we were both in just our underwear.I then resumed kissing her stomach around her belly button, receiving moans from her in response. I hooked my fingers into the waistband of her panties and began slowly pulling them down, kissing each piece of newly exposed skin as I inched her panties down. Once again she lifted her ass off the bed to allow her panties to get past her hips and firm round ass. With her panties removed I planted one last kiss on the little landing strip of dark hair on her crotch before trailing my kisses back up her body until my lips met hers once again."Come on, enough teasing, Alan. Hurry up and get that thing inside me." Molly said in desperation after breaking our kiss.Oh, I can do that, I thought. I quickly shed my boxers and tossed them to the side. I assumed the position over top of Molly as she spread her legs to allow me access to her most intimate of areas. She let out another moan as I rubbed the tip of my cock along her slit, soaking my member in her juices. I held my cock at the entrance of her dripping wet snatch."Alan, please. You've made me wait long enough, ah, Mm," Molly said as I pushed the tip of my cock into her cunt before she could even finish talking.She let out a sigh of relief as her tight cunt stretched around my shaft. I continued slowly pushing my member into her love canal, until finally I had bottomed out. Keeping the slow pace, I pulled my cock almost all the way out of her before pushing back in, feeling the slick firm walls of her hot cunt rub against my shaft."Mm, god, so good" Molly uttered amidst her moans.I didn't say a word. The only sounds coming from me were that of heavy breathing and grunting as I slowly thrusted my hard cock in and out of her constricted hole. I leaned my head closer to her and caught her lips in a passionate kiss as I continued my sensual love making. I could feel precum rapidly leaking from the tip of my cock coating the insides of her cunt. I was getting close. I didn't know how much longer I could hold back the flood gates. Molly moaned into my mouth as she began groping one of her tits with one hand and rubbing her clit with the other. I knew she must've been getting close too.Deciding to increase the pace, I lifted her legs so they were propped up on both of my shoulders; then began to drill my cock into her cunt as fast and hard as I could."Ah, oh fuck. Ah" Molly yelped in response, breaking our kiss.I grabbed her hips and continued violently pounding my member into her sopping wet hole, the sounds of her clapping cunt rang and bounced off the wooden walls of the room."Oh god, more. I'm gonna cum. Gimme more" Molly begged.We were in the homestretch, both us could burst at any second. I thrust forward sending tremors through her whole body as I buried my cock as deep inside her as I could go with all the strength I had. I then pulled out and repeated that powerful thrust several more times, Molly had covered her mouth with my pillow and was screaming into it. Then her body began to convulse and her cunt squeezed down on my shaft like a vise-grip, that's when I felt her boiling hot juices wash over my buried member from deep within her. That was all I could take. I began blasting my cum into her cunt like a shotgun. Both our bodies shook uncontrollably as we climaxed.Her body was the first to go limp, then mine followed suit as our orgasms subsided. I collapsed on top of her. We were like a pile of sweaty flesh on my bed. We laid there for a moment before I finally found the strength to roll my body off of hers. She turned her head to look as me as I lay beside her. We just stared into each other's eyes, panting, trying like hell to catch our breath."Wow, that, was incredible! I don't think I've ever had an orgasm that intense before," Molly was the first to speak."Uh huh," I panted. "You're, telling me. I think I just came my own skeleton," I managed to get the words out.Molly broke into laughter at my absurd metaphor. Although I was still totally drained, I too managed some laughter. When her laughter died down, she went silent, and she began to shut her eyes. She was asleep. I pulled my covers over us and let myself fall asleep right there next to her.I slept well that night, how could I not? I'd just had possibly the best sex of my life with one of the most beautiful girls on earth. Sure, I'd had sex with her numerous times before, but this time was something else. There was an undeniable magical feeling about it, and it was more intense than any of our previous trysts. And the obvious thing that set this time apart, we were actually sleeping together this time.When I awoke the next morning, I was delighted to find that Molly was still there, we were spooning. I was lying on my side with my arms wrapped around her. Molly was sleeping peacefully with her back pressed comfortably against my chest and her ass resting against my pelvis. We were still naked from the night before.After a few minutes I felt her shift, then she rolled over and opened her eyes to look at me."Good morning," she said sleepily, with a smile."Good morning to you too," I said before planting a kiss on her lips.She reached for her phone, which she'd set on my nightstand the night before, she checked the time. It was still early, only about 8 am."I should probably get going, before someone notices I'm missing" she said.I hesitantly moved my arms to allow her to get up. I didn't want her to leave, but I knew she was right. Molly got up and began gathering up her clothes. I laid in my bed watching her as she got dressed. She was just as beautiful when she was putting on clothes as she was when I was taking them off."By the way, thanks for last night." she said, giving me one last kiss when she finished getting dressed."It was my pleasure." I said, after she broke our kiss.To be continued.By Cheat105 for Literotica.

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TOM'S PODCAST #56:  AN EXPERIMENT IN TASTING CHOCOLATEIn today's podcast, I start with one of Chopin's Mazurkas, a dance form that, put to music, recreated his love for his native country, Poland.  Chocolate is my mazurka, as I learned to love chocolate at an early age and now here I am at 54 running my own chocolate store in Southern France and an American non-profit dedicated to making the African cocoa-growing village a chocolate-producing village.In this podcast, I talk about a powerful tool used by the food industry to determine a customer's potential response to a food.  Called a hedonic test, it reveals a customer's preference.  In this case, I have my customers taste two chocolate squares, one made from a Nestlé dark chocolate and the other from the factory in N'Douci, Côte d'Ivoire.  As always, we are looking to help African cocoa farmers become African chocolate makers.  Join the revolution by donating to the cause!1.   Go to www.projecthopeandfairness.org and click on the Donate button.     -OR- 2.  Send a check to: Donations, PH&F, 1298 Warren Road, Cambria, CA 93428. LISTEN:  https://www.buzzsprout.com/1057903/14435370Write to me at tom@projecthopeandfairness.orgTo learn more, visit www.projecthopeandfairness.org

 I help a female classmate with a ride to school and get surprising dividends.by senor longo. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories. Saturday, March 25, 1961.I worked, as usual, until one and then drove home for lunch before I mowed the lawn and raked leaves for another hour, finishing at 4:30 so I could shower and take a short nap before dinner and dressing for a “party.” I knew that was a waste of time, but I had to maintain appearances. I had told Mom I was going to a party. I thought of it as a white lie because I knew there would be a lot of really close dancing and celebrating taking place. However, I couldn't reveal that we'd be naked at the time.I left the house just a few minutes before eight, pulling into Beverly's driveway just ten minutes later. I was laughing as Beverly opened the door in yet another revealing nightgown, or whatever it was she was wearing. All I knew was that my clothes hit the floor in an instant as I bent her over the couch for our first fuck of the evening. “Richard, you didn't use a condom!”“Not to worry; I'll be out and into your mouth long before I'm ready to spurt.” I was true to my word on that, pulling out just minutes later and spinning Beverly around and onto her knees. She cleaned my cock of her succulent juices before sucking me dry; at least until our next time.We were lolling around lazily a few minutes later when she asked if I recalled what she had said about who owned and managed the camp she had attended. “Sure,” I replied. “Didn't you say that it was run by several synagogues in the area?”“That's right and some of them are much more liberal than mine is.”“Okay.” I tried to sound confident as I did every day in class, but truthfully, I was confused.“I mentioned that because while my parents will only allow me to date and eventually marry an orthodox Jew, lots of the other girls' parents allow their daughters to date boys of any religion.”“Okay,” I said, knowing that my uncertainty was more obvious as I said it. Mostly, I was wondering where this conversation was going.“After all we've been through this weekend, I thought it might be cruel to just cut you loose without any sex on the horizon for you. Would you believe that you know a few of the other girls who were at the camp with me?”“Yeah, that makes sense, I guess.”“Not all of them were sexually active, but one was even more involved than I was.”“Wow, that's hard to believe, but I'll take your word for it.” I still had no idea where this was going, but I already told you that I'm not very good with women.“One of the things I love about you, Richard, is that you can be so naïve when it comes to women.”“That's pretty obvious, isn't it?”“Yes, it certainly is. So, let's see if you can guess who I'm talking about.”“Okay, there's Beverly Rich, but I know she has a boyfriend so I doubt it's her. There's Judith, but I can't believe it's her, either. She always acts like she's got a stick up her ass.” Beverly laughed like crazy, even as she agreed with me. “Sandra has a boyfriend, too, as do Wendy and Pam and Michelle. The only one I can even think of is Carol. She's always friendly, but she doesn't exude sex like some of the other girls in our class.”“Yeah, some of them act like genuine sluts, but it's just an act with most of them. I have to tell you that I've invited this girl to join us tonight. I want you to close your eyes and keep them closed until I tell you to open. Will you do that?”“Okay.” This time I was more than sure that I was in for a good time tonight. I only failed to realize how good and what new sexual frontiers I would break tonight.Beverly had me lie in the center of her double bed as she began to suck me to hardness. It wasn't long before I felt two tongues on my organ. Just that realization was enough to push me to rock hardness in spite of just cumming a few minutes ago. Then I felt a pair of slender legs straddle my body. There were two hands on my cock, supporting it as I began to enter what seemed to be the tightest hole I could have imagined. It was lubricated, but it didn't feel like Beverly's cunt. Instinctively, I moved my hands up to grasp a small set of tits; much smaller than Beverly's. Still, massaged them and twisted her nipples, hearing her groan for the first time.I knew then who I was screwing, but I still didn't understand the tightness until Carol leaned forward to kiss me. “Fuck me, Richard. Fuck my ass and finger my cunt. Oh, dear God, I'm going to cum so fucking hard.” Carol's body convulsed wildly as she experienced what seemed to be a seriously major orgasm. When it comes to women, I can be a bit slow on the uptake, so it was several seconds before I processed what I had heard. Did she say “fuck my Ass?” Was that where my cock was now; buried in Carol's tight ass?Looking down I saw her vacant cunt and her ultra-tight sphincter wrapped tightly around my never-harder organ. Seeing how she had cum and was about to even harder again, I drove into her with increasing strength and speed. I had never even dreamed of such sexual nirvana, but here it was and I was actually part of it. Carol came again and then another two times before I literally exploded into her ass. I was exhausted and the clock only red 8:42.I looked up at Beverly as I asked her, “Why?”“Easy enough, Richard. You and Carol are both friends of mine and I know that anything we do will end tonight because of my parents' beliefs. Neither of you are dating, at least not seriously, so I thought you'd like a helping hand at getting together. You're both horny as hell and I know you're already good friends, so I took a shot at playing matchmaker.”What Beverly said made a lot of sense, but I needed to hear from Carol and I did as soon as my wilted cock fell from her anus. “You're probably thinking that anal sex is really filthy.” Actually, that's exactly what I was thinking. “It would be if I hadn't taken two enemas before coming here tonight. I'll do that whenever we date, assuming that we actually do, and if I can't, then you'll still be free to fuck my cunny, my cunt. My ass is different in that it's not self-lubricating like my cunt is, so I'll be sure to use plenty of lubricant whenever we date. I know that I don't have much in the tit department, but you can play with them whenever you want. Okay, not in school, but before and after and anytime we're dating. The same goes for my cunt.“You see, I spent most of my time at camp with the Negro chefs. My cunt is really tight; too tight to accommodate them, so we used my ass instead and I found that I loved it. We like each other, Richard, but we'll never be in love, so we can enjoy each other until we do find love. Is that okay with you?”“It sure as hell is! That sounds just great to me, so I assume that we can have a date next Friday night.”“Sure, and you can take me to and from school so you'll at least get a blowjob every day.”Beverly laughed as she told Carol she had already promised that.“Okay, you can have both of us blow you and you can finger two cunts, too; maybe even fuck both of us.”“It sounds great. I already have permission from my parents to give Beverly a ride every day because of the rapist I've red about in the paper. I do have one question. Where on earth did you learn to speak the way you do. I never thought I'd ever hear a woman use the word ‘cunt.'Beverly answered first. “That's from camp. Between the girl counselors and the Negro cooks, the language was pretty fucking raw. Words like ‘fuck' and ‘cunt' and ‘asshole' were used dozens of times every day. I had to be extra careful once I returned home and I know that Carol had the same problem. Besides, you've never been in the girls' room at school. The language there is really rough.” I nodded. My experiences in the boys' room were exactly the same. I'd never heard either of my sisters say anything, but I didn't spend twenty-four hours a day with them, either.Beverly had brought a warm soapy washcloth to clean my cock once we had finished talking. Carol had begun kissing me and, I had to admit, she was pretty damned good at it. Soon, Beverly was sucking my cock while Carol and I made out and, after about fifteen minutes, they switched places. Fuck! Sex with two women at once was pretty damned spectacular.We continued that way all night. I did cum six times, but each of them came at least eight, and probably more. I gave Carol a ride home and she sucked my cock all the way. Her family's home was on the way and I had a great idea what was in store for me next Friday evening. We could always figure out what we wanted to do at school during the week.Mom, of course, asked how the party was so I told her it wasn't really a party, just a group of five guys and seven girls, some Coke and chips, and some snacks courtesy of Beverly's mother. “We danced some and played Parcheesi and watched some TV, although I didn't watch, and I did get a date for Friday night with Carol Gold.”Is she kind of skinny with light brown hair?”“Yeah, Mom, but in case you haven't noticed, that pretty much describes me, too. Anyway, we were talking and found we had a lot in common so I asked her out. We'll figure out what during the week. It'll probably be a movie if there's anything decent playing.”“Maybe you'll get lucky and there will be some horror movie in one of the theaters,” my dad said.“Geez, Harold; you have a one-track mind. Leave him alone. He's never had much of a social life so he's entitled to one now. Don't you think?” I was sure Dad did, but he also knew better than to argue with Mom. He was sure to lose, just as he did many times in the past.I spent Sunday doing chores around the house and out in the yard, returning to school Monday morning. I picked up Carol at her home on the way and she couldn't wait to suck on my cock. She was still sucking when I stopped to pick up Beverly. Carol made room for Beverly once we were out of sight of her home and the two of them licked and sucked me until I was ready. Then, they swapped off; alternating swallowing a mouthful of hot slick semen; until I was empty. They licked me clean and gently returned my tired cock to my khaki's, just as I drove onto the school lot.The week went by quickly and before I knew it, I was picking up Carol for our date on Friday night. We'd decided on a movie, thinking that we could fuck all night. I'd found a great parking spot only about half a mile away and was looking forward to sticking my hard cock up her ass. The movie was described as a romantic adventure story, but it was more romantic than anything else. I didn't care. I was busy making out with Carol with my hand on her naked tit the entire time. We were seated in the last row of the balcony and my hand was hidden by her jacket. Her hand was inside my slacks, stroking my cock and preparing for my blowjob once we had left the theater.That's the way it went for the rest of the school year. The cops never did catch the rapist so I continued to give Carol and Beverly rides to school right up until graduation. I met Beverly's mother one morning and she wanted to pay for the gas I was using to drive Beverly to and from school. I politely refused, explaining that taking care of my classmate was something my parents expected of me and that they would be furious if I accepted any kind of reward for doing so. Beverly's mom smiled and thanked me, but we both wondered what she'd say if she knew how Beverly was actually rewarding my efforts.I did get lots of blowjobs from Beverly, either individually, or in tandem with Carol, but we never fucked again. Carol was happy to pick up the slack, giving me her cunt and her ass on a regular basis. I always fucked her ass on Saturday nights and her cunt on Fridays. I also got her two or three times a week on the way home from school once we had found a safe spot that was shielded from spying eyes by about twenty feet of high brush. We usually did it on the car hood once the weather was warmer in April, May, and June.Eight Years Later.Unfortunately, Carol had left the state to attend college in Illinois while I went to study in Massachusetts. We still got together during breaks and in the summer. We knew we would never become serious romantically; we only enjoyed fucking each other. We rarely saw Beverly during that time and the only contact I had was the occasional phone call; just enough to keep in touch with a classmate and friend, but not enough to make her parents suspicious. Unlike Carol and me who had gone out of state to college. Beverly's overbearing parents had kept her at home. She was engaged to a rabbi's son as soon as she had graduated from Yeshiva University, which I knew was someplace in Manhattan, in New York City. I hoped at the time that she'd be happy, but for some reason, I doubted it.That proved true when I red in the legal ads that Beverly and her husband divorced after four years. I knew that Carol had married. She had become a lawyer and her husband was a local justice who later was appointed to one of the state courts.I had studied business administration with an emphasis on accounting, taking an entry-level position with one of the major financial services firms, working my way up the corporate ladder slowly but surely. I had gained a reputation as a straight shooter, always being honest and telling the truth, even when the truth reflected poorly on me. It was that attitude that caught the attention of one of the firm's three principals. I suddenly found myself earning more than most of those hired at the same time as me, or even a year or two before me. I was given more responsibility and the opportunity to lead groups of accountants on jobs that required more and more responsibility.It was through my relationship with this man that I was invited to the Christmas party at his house during my fourth year on the job. We'd had a party for the employees two weeks earlier, but this was more for his friends and family. I was tempted to pass, but Bradley insisted, telling me that he'd be really pissed if I didn't show up.I had gained a lot of weight since graduating high school so I was now six feet four inches tall and weighed a firm two hundred pounds. I worked out several times a week and ate sensibly. Dressed in a navy blue blazer and grey flannel slacks with cordovan loafers, I felt I would be appropriately dressed. Well, I hoped I'd be appropriate. I checked my tie at the door before knocking.I had no idea what to expect and I had thought several times during the week that I had been invited to serve as bartender. Instead, I was greeted by Bradley and introduced to his wife who insisted that I call her Denise. She took me by the arm, leading me, I thought, to the bar. I learned then the real reason why I was invited; their daughter, Sandra. She was a year younger than me and had studied nursing. Many of my friends as an undergrad tended to think of nursing students as stupid, horny, and easy women, but I knew better. My mom was an RN and she had told us how arduous the course of study had been. Sandra was a tall good-looking woman with a slender athletic body. Overall, at least an eight on a scale of ten, was my initial assessment.“Richard, this is my daughter, Sandra. Sandra, will you please show him around while I play hostess for a while?”We stood there for a few minutes, just looking into each other's eyes until Sandra spoke with a chuckle. “Do you have the feeling that we've been set up? I'm related to them and even I'm embarrassed.”“Um, I did have that thought a few times, especially when your dad threatened to fire me if I didn't show up.”“Oh no, he didn't do that, did he?”“Actually, he didn't come out and say it, but it was kind of implied. So, if I've been set up, I might as well take advantage of the situation and get to know you. That'll probably satisfy your parents, and who knows? So, tell me, what you do?” And then she did, following up by asking me about my work.She replied once my story was done, “You know, I always thought that accounting was boring, but you make it seem fascinating.”“Well, like any other job there are parts that actually are as boring as hell. Then there are some jobs where you actually look forward to the boring work because the people you have to work with on the account are obnoxious. And some are even worse.”Sandra smiled as we were offered some boiled shrimp and cocktail sauce by a waitress. Then she reacted to what I had said. “I'm sure you're just making that up.”“Yeah, I wish! What do you tell someone who questions your effort on their investments when they've returned 7% and the overall market has returned 2 point 5? The fact that you are a lady and my boss's daughter, prevents me from being totally honest.”“That's not what Daddy has told me about you. He says you're always honest.”“I try to be, but some clients don't really want to hear the truth. They don't want to hear that their investment strategies have been idiotic or even dangerous, so I do try to tamp it down quite a bit. However, I refuse to take responsibility for their stupid decisions, so I do occasionally have to remind them that they did this or that against my advice, and now they're suffering the consequences of their own stupidity. That's also why I keep excellent records of conversations and meetings.”Sandra took my arm then and led me to the bar. She had a gin and tonic; I had a Coke. “Don't you drink?”“Sure, but not at an occasion like this. If I was out with friends, no problem, but I'm not taking a chance on embarrassing myself or my hosts by getting even a little tipsy.”Sandra stood silently and looked at me before leading me away from the crowd to a deserted and chilly patio. She took my drink and put both onto a table before grabbing my head and pulling it down for a long and passionate kiss with lots of tongue from both of us.“Um, am I going to hear about this on Monday morning, if not sooner?”Sandra laughed for almost a minute before replying, “Not if you ask me out for next Friday and Saturday evenings.” Then she added, " I knew there was a good reason why I wore heels tonight. This way I won't have to reach up too far for our next kiss." She proved that a few seconds later with an even more passionate kiss that went on and on, not that either of us was complaining.Now it was my turn to laugh. “I like a woman who's direct. Think you'd like to see My Fair Lady? I know it's been around for a couple of years, but it's still next to impossible to get tickets. I'd take you to dinner first. If we do that on Friday, we can discuss what we want to do on Saturday.”“How are you going to get tickets on such short notice?”“The producer is one of our clients and he's offered them to me several times. I can send him a text right now if you like.” I did and sure enough I was promised row eight center tickets fifteen minutes later. That was the start of my relationship with Sandra, who became Sandy long before she was introduced to my family on Christmas Eve, just two weeks later. We spent New Year's Eve at dinner before dancing extremely closely and retiring to my townhouse for the evening. That was our first time making love, and that's exactly what it was. Surprisingly, I never heard a word from her father. I did hear from him and my future mother-in-law four months later when Sandy phoned to tell them that she was engaged.She and I were making up the guest list to our wedding and reception when she told me that we must absolutely invite Beverly. “I need to thank her for helping to give you the wonderful sexual skills you have today. No man has ever made me feel the way you do. Of course, my love for you has a lot to do with it, but,” I put Beverly's name and her parents' address on the list that was swollen to more than three hundred by the time it was finished. The Grand Ballroom at the Waldorf Astoria was rented and no expense was spared for the only child of my boss and his wife. By then I was a junior partner in the firm.I rewarded my in-laws for their love and confidence in me by working extra hard. In turn, Sandy rewarded me by working me extra hard every night, usually several times, even after we had confirmed her four pregnancies.Beverly did attend our wedding and the reception with her Lutheran boyfriend. She and Sandy talked for almost half an hour and; yes; my ears were burning. I knew they were talking about me and I didn't care even a little. Beverly had been instrumental in making my teenage sex life successful, breaking me out of my shell and helping me to acquire the skills and confidence that would ensure that my wife would be mine forever.by senor longo.

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I help a female classmate with a ride to school and get surprising dividends.by senor longo. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories. Thursday, March 23, 1961.It was the days of doo-wop diners and drive-in movies. Poodle skirts and saddle shoes.My mom was having one of those “oops” babies; one of those pregnancies that come totally unplanned, which this definitely was. I'm Richard, 18 and a high school senior, and because Mom had to spend the next four months in bed, I was able to drive her car to school rather than take the school bus. After reaching the school and realizing that I was early I drove through some of the parallel streets behind it, looking for friends who were “walkers” who might want a ride.That's how I ran into Beverly; not literally, of course. She was walking one Thursday morning in late March as she always did when I approached, asking if she'd like a ride. Like me, Beverly was a senior, but we were polar opposites.I was tall and thin; actually skinny; well over six feet with a protruding Adam's apple that gave me a nickname ever since we had red the Washington Irving story, “The Legend of Sleepy Hollow,” way back in ninth grade English. Ever since then I'd had been called “Ichabod” due to my resemblance to the Disney character we had also seen on TV.In contrast, Beverly was short; barely five feet; and to be kind, I'd call her buxom. We were friendly acquaintances as were most of us in the senior class, but hardly close personal friends.Beverly accepted my offer of a ride, which was no surprise, but once in the car, she slid across the front seat of Mom's '58 Ford until she was practically in my lap. That was not only a surprise; it was actually shocking, but what would I do about it? It was chancy, I knew. There would be one of three results. I was pretty sure that she'd let me kiss her, but what would she do when I put her hand on my cock? First, she might just stroke it, and; if she did; I'd have it out and into her hand in a flash. Second, she could just pull her hand away. Finally, she could just haul off and slap me. I was praying for number one, obviously.I pulled over after about a quarter mile where I could tell that there was nobody to be seen, ahead or behind us, and on neither side, too. Once the engine was off, I leaned down and gave her a kiss. Her response was better than I had hoped. Her mouth opened and her tongue was pushed into mine in a flash. I wasted no time getting to the moment of truth. I had pulled my cock up so there was room for it to expand and harden. Using my left hand, I took her right and placed it on my organ. Yes! She began to stroke it firmly as she pressed her lips into mine forcefully and her tongue became even more active.My hands were busy with her blouse's buttons and soon I had her bra pushed up over her fleshy mounds. My hands massaged them as my fingers pinched and tweaked her nipples. Meanwhile, Beverly continued to rub my cock through my slacks. I stopped the massage momentarily so I could open my belt and slacks. Beverly's hands dug immediately into my briefs, pulling my cock and balls out and tucking the elastic band under my large swollen testicles.Now Beverly attacked my organ with surprising strength and energy. Her hands were moving swiftly as I began to feel it. “Beverly, if you keep that up, I'm going to make a terrific mess. I'm gonna cum all over the place.” I thought she might stop, but she continued as she quickly removed her lips from mine, wrapping them tightly around my glans, and just in time, because I blew mere seconds later. Beverly eagerly swallowed all of it; well, most of it, anyway. There were several drops on her cheeks and chin.Beverly was licking her lips when I grabbed my cock, pulling it with my tightly wrapped fist as I told Beverly, ”There's a bit more here, if you're interested.” Not surprisingly, she was. Every time I pulled a droplet from my hole, she was there to lick it, savoring the taste and texture in her mouth and on her tongue. Finally, I was done, so I wrapped myself up and returned to kissing her and tweaking her nipples.Once she was warmed up physically, I lifted her skirt and drove my fingers under her panties and into her cunt. “Oh, God, Richard. Do it! Fuck me with your fingers. That's it. Use another finger in me, please! Make me cum! Please! Make me cum!”Now I had two fingers in her and she was dripping wet. Any more, and her skirt would be ruined. Suddenly, she arched her back and her body rose from the seat. Her hands gripped my head as she kissed me frantically, her tongue driving deeply into my mouth, as she came with incredible force. Some thirty seconds later, she came to rest. Checking her watch, she told me, “I have just enough time to go home and change if you'll take me. Don't worry. My parents are away for a long weekend. Maybe you'd like to come by tonight and fuck me.”I started the car and turned around, following her directions to her house. She ran in, stripping out of her skirt as she ran. Less than five minutes later she was back in the car and we were on our way to school. “You probably think I'm an incredible slut.” I was just about to say “no” when she continued. “All I think about is sex. Fucking and sucking, over and over, is all I want to do. I don't care if you just use me for sex. That's what I want. I know we'll never date seriously. My parents will only allow me to date someone who is an Orthodox Jew, just like us. But I don't care if it's just this weekend. I want your cock, and I want it badly. Can you take me home after school today? I have two condoms, but we'll need more, lots more, if you want to do it tomorrow and Saturday.” What the hell! That sounded just fine to me.An entire weekend of unbridled sex! What an incredible find for a socially inept guy like myself. I'd never know the reason, but while I was always confident and outspoken in class, I was usually totally tongue-tied when it came to girls, or young women, whatever you might want to call them. I knew from locker room talk that several of my friends were sexually active. I wasn't so naïve that I believed all of the talk, but several of my classmates had some of the finest looking and hottest girls as their long-term girlfriends. They were all confident athletes, and, unlike the “big talkers” they rarely talked about their relationships with their girlfriends. I also knew that two brothers; no longer students; had married their girlfriends after knocking them up. They had all dropped out of school, a powerful statement about the depth of their stupidity.I told Beverly that I'd have to check with my mom; if she needed me to run any errands for her. If not, I'd be in her bed in a heartbeat. We parted once I had parked in the high school lot, heading for our lockers until lunch when all of the seniors would meet to eat and chat. I had often sat with girls as well as my guy friends, so nobody would be surprised to find Beverly and me at the same table. We were joined by two girls and one male; all top-drawer students like me. Oddly, all three girls were Jewish while the other male and I were Christians.Our table talk dealt mostly with academic issues; the upcoming Advanced Placement exams in English, Calculus, French, and Physics as well as the state exams in Physics and Advanced Algebra, which Beverly and one of the other girls were taking. Also, on our minds, was the Senior Prom, which was just two months away, for which I still didn't have a date. We all rose to leave, but Beverly and I lingered behind the others for a few seconds. “I phoned my mom and she doesn't need me at home so I told her I was going over to a friend's house to review some calculus issues. She just told me to be home by 5:30 so we'll have at least an hour and a half.”“That's great,” she whispered. I'll bet I can get you to cum at least twice and at least that many for me. I'll meet you at your car. Okay?” I agreed and, once I was sure we were the last to leave I pushed my hand up the back of her skirt and my fingers into her cunt. I fucked her with them for about thirty seconds until she shook as the spasms of a powerful orgasm ripped through her body. The timing was perfect as the cafeteria workers were coming to clean and sanitize the tables and chairs. The custodians would then place the chairs on the tables so they could clean and mop the large floor. As seniors, we had the final lunch period all to ourselves.I had a hard time concentrating on my afternoon classes, except Advanced French which usually required all of my attention. I had a big advantage over my fellow students, though. One of my neighbor's mother and grandmother were born in France as was his step-father who had actually fought for the French Resistance during World War 2. He didn't like to talk about it very often and I had often thought that was understandable. What kind of person would want to brag about killing, even in a major war?I had gone to my friend's house when he had moved in while we were both in fourth grade and recognized immediately that his parents were French. He attended a nearby parochial school at the time and since ninth grade he'd been at a regional Catholic high school even though he openly admitted that he was no great student. “I think they're only interested in my parents' money.” That was how he explained it. I could understand. His mom had a top-level job for a big French designer, supposedly a major force in creating high-end women's clothing. At least, that's what my mother and sisters had told me. His step-dad was an engineer; the kind who made roads and bridges.I had spoken French; real French; not like what I heard every day in class, with his mother and grandmother, improving my pronunciation, grammar, and accent. Surprisingly, and I'm sure to his mother's embarrassment, Mike had failed French 1 three consecutive years and couldn't speak it worth a damn. Many times, his Nana had suggested that I was really her grandson and that we had been switched at birth. I laughed at that because Mike was born locally while I was born in New Jersey. We lived now in Westchester County, just north of New York City.The afternoon dragged, exactly as I had expected, but eventually the final bell did sound and all of us hustled out of school. I did see my sister who was a sophomore and told her that I was going to visit a classmate and would be home in time for dinner. I did this fairly often, so it was hardly a big deal, although this afternoon definitely would be a big deal; hopefully, an extremely big deal.As planned, Beverly met me at my car and, once I had opened the driver's side door, she slid across, but only far enough for me to sit and close the door. She had my cock out and into her mouth before we were even off the school grounds. A few minutes later, as we approached her home, I asked if it was safe to park in her driveway. “Sure, none of our neighbors get home from work until well after five. It'll be dark by then.” Hell, if it was okay with her, it was fine by me. It wasn't my parents who would be bitching about a non-Jew visiting their daughter.Beverly had me as hard as a rock before I had even turned onto her block and she reluctantly pushed me back into my slacks so we could walk the short distance to her house. Once inside, we shed our clothes and I followed her at the run to her room where she pulled two condom packets from her drawer. She pulled me onto her bed as she opened one of the packets with her teeth before rolling it carefully down my hard, pulsing organ.Once it was in place, she climbed onto my body and slowly lowered herself onto my cock, sighing as her cunt was stretched and filled with my meat. Until this very second, I had been a virgin and I couldn't believe my luck. Neither of us would win any medals for beauty or sexiness. Her small tits bounced with my every thrust, as did her belly and ass, but I didn't care; not then and definitely not over the next few days. I'd have plenty of time to reflect on all of it once her parents returned from their trip.Beverly rode me hard for several minutes, begging me to pinch and twist her clit. Thank God for the Letters section of Playboy or I would have had no idea what she was talking about. Instead, I pulled and twisted her tender tissue until she screamed that she wanted me to use my nails on her. I did and she came; apparently quite hard and a second or two later, so did I. I'd actually lasted somewhat longer than anticipated. I owed Beverly for that, too. My orgasm this morning had taken the edge off and given me a bit more staying power.We lay next to each other, our arms and legs intertwined as we returned to normal. Beverly was kissing me as she removed the gooey filled condom. She had just wrapped it into a Kleenex when I asked, “So, where'd you get this experience? How did you become addicted to fucking and sucking and cum?”“You won't believe me when I tell you. It was sleep-away camp in the boonies of New Hampshire. I've always gone to this camp run by several synagogues in this area. Two summers ago, when I was just seventeen, I worked as a counselor-in-training and this past summer I was a regular counselor. There wasn't much to do at night so we explored each other. I turned eighteen last June, just before school was out. When I was seventeen, we talked about sex a lot, but never really did anything. Last summer though, I went wild. I must have sucked and fucked every counselor, and the three male cooks, too. They were all negroes and very well endowed. I could barely even walk the next morning. The cooks also taught me to suck cock and deep-throat. I love doing that. It's hard to believe that a totally conservative religion would turn out a total whore like me.”“I think that any boyfriend you have and your eventual husband will be an extremely happy and satisfied man.” Beverly smiled, then took me deeply into her mouth. I thought she said, “I hope so,” but it's hard to understand what someone is saying while their mouth is full of cock.We rested for a while then went at it again, this time in what she called “doggie.” Once I was lined up behind her, I understood fully the origins of the term. I especially enjoyed my freedom of movement and my ability to grab her flopping tits and twist her needy clit. I especially liked the way Beverly shook and screamed when she came in this position, and that was often. The first time I heard her I was terrified that I had hurt her in some way. However, I was totally inexperienced then. I was gaining experience at warp speed now thanks to Beverly.We were lying on her bed, recovering from our second session in the past hour when Beverly asked me an important question. “Richard, will you tell all of your friends about me when you get back to school tomorrow?”“No, Beverly. I'll remember this weekend for my entire life and I'll treasure what we have done, but what we do will remain between the two of us. Truthfully, I doubt that anyone would believe me, anyway. I know that we will be limited to just this weekend. But I wish I could find another woman even close to you.”“You know, sometimes wishes can come true. You do know that, don't you?“Sure, and then there's Santa and his elves and Rudolph and the other reindeer; or is it reindeers? I never get that one right.”“Richard, you know I'm Jewish. We don't believe in Christmas, well, not in the religious part. The gift giving part, well, that's another story.”“Don't you do that over Chanukah?”“Yeah, but that's a really minor religious holiday and, contrary to popular belief, we don't get presents on all eight nights. At most, it's the first and last, and I doubt we get any more than you get for Christmas.”“I knew that already. I do have some close Jewish friends, you know. Ricky and Alan, Larry, and Richie; and those are just the guys.”“I know, they're in school with us, and; speaking of school; I think I have my hand on my favorite student. He's becoming bigger and harder every time I stroke him. Soon, I think, he'll get his reward and I'll get mine, too. Yum!”“You know, Beverly, you're really funny.”“Oh no, Richard; there's nothing I take more seriously than a mouthful of semen. I just love the taste and the texture as it slides down my mouth and over my tongue. Even when I scoop it out of my cunt. Don't get me wrong. I liv for the orgasms, but there's nothing that compares to the taste. The best thing about taking it in my cunt is that first I get to cum and then I get to relive it all over again when I dip my fingers in and lick them off. It's like reliving the entire experience. Know what I mean?”“I don't, honestly, but I think I can understand how you feel because it's really special for me, too. I mean, I've jerked off plenty of times and I do love it, but cumming in you; your mouth or your cunt; is the best feeling I've ever had. I love it and I'd never tire of it. Too bad it has to end Saturday night.”“I've been thinking about that, Richard. I'll bet we can get together after school once or twice a week, if only we can find a place, like a dead-end street or some road with no houses or traffic.”“Hmm, maybe, but it can't be too long. I think your mom will get suspicious, or mine, although, ”“Damn! You're probably right, but we can still try. And speaking of trying.” And with that, my now hard cock slid into the depths of her mouth. Only the fact that I had cum less than an hour earlier prevented me from erupting like Vesuvius into her mouth and down her throat. Instead, she sucked me and sucked me. The sensations of her tongue and the roof of her mouth on my organ made me weak in my knees. I was lucky to be lying down or I surely would have fallen as blood rushed from my head into my cock.She shifted position without warning and moved her cunt over my rod so she could slowly slide down. In that moment I could really see the appeal, the euphoria she experienced when my hard man-meat stretched out the muscles in her cunt. I realized the extent of her sheer joy when I heard and saw her sigh in her rapture. Beverly's eyes were closed, but her mouth formed a perfect “O” as she first inhaled and then slowly exhaled. It was clear that she truly loved what she was doing. I thought it was pretty fucking amazing, too.Beverly obviously had a lot more experience than I did. Her motions alone proved that all too clearly. I doubted that she'd had much recently unless she was actively fucking guys from her synagogue, which I doubted because one of them would probably be here instead of me. That would mean that she had fucked and sucked and drank gallons of semen during our two-month summer vacation. How many times could she fuck during those sixty-one days? Sixty? Ninety? A hundred and twenty? Damn! Whatever, it was a shitload of sex! I doubted that even newlyweds had that much. One of them, at least, had to go to work and I knew from personal experience that the male partner had some physical limitations to deal with.Beverly had rocked on my cock for almost ten minutes when her back arched and she screamed at the top of her lungs. It was good timing, because I had been ready to pop for a couple of minutes and I doubted that I could hold back for even another second.She was off me in a flash as her fingers plunged into her cunt, scooping out as much of my crème as possible and plunging her creamy fingers into her hungry mouth. When she had finished with that, she took me into her mouth, not only cleaning my cock, but sucking as much as humanly possible from my wilting organ. When I checked the time, I saw it was already after five. I ran to her bathroom, grabbed a washcloth, and washed down my face and genital area until they were clean and free of the telltale odor of sex. I dressed hurriedly, kissed Beverly good-bye and bolted out the door, knowing that Beverly would have those hungry lips around my cock again tomorrow morning. I got home just before 5:30, just in time to help my sisters prepare the evening's dinner; pork chops. I chuckled at the irony of eating pork after sex with a woman who had likely never tasted the stuff.Friday, March 24, 1961.I drove into Beverly's driveway at 7:43 in the morning, giving us plenty of time before our 8:40 start time. I thought that we would have at least forty minutes for our fun and games before school would open so we could get to our lockers prior to homeroom.Beverly bounded out the door and down the steps just seconds later. She wasn't in the car even thirty seconds when she had my cock out, and in her mouth, licking and sucking as I sat stock still as my body experienced the closest thing to heaven I could possibly imagine. The sensations I experienced were incredible and it was obvious to me that Beverly was enjoying it every bit as much as I did. That was proved wrong when my cock exploded in her mouth and I could see the rapture in her eyes and face as she sucked down every single drop my balls produced. She smiled as she licked her lips. “Delicious, breakfast of champions; that's the way to start the day.”I laughed in response, then got serious. “What do you want to do tonight? Do you want a movie or bowling, or what?”“None of the above, Richard. I want to spend the entire time balling. That's a slang term for fucking, in case you didn't know, although we can spend some of our time with your cock in my mouth, if you want.”“Okay, I'll leave the agenda up to you. Oh, I have to take my sister to the supermarket this afternoon so I can't give you a ride home.”“That's okay, I've walked it plenty of times and we'll make up for it tonight, won't we?”“I certainly hope so,” I replied, a huge smile on my face.As big as that smile had been, it was nothing compared to the smile I had when Beverly opened her door that evening. I had two sisters, but to my knowledge they'd never worn anything like what Beverly was wearing. First of all, it was sheer; so sheer that I could see right through it. Her tits, nipples, navel, and cunt were clearly visible through the gauzy black fabric. On her feet she wore high-heeled slippers. Once she had closed and locked the door, she moved into my arms for a searing kiss, tongue moving deeply into my throat as she led my hand into her already dripping-wet cunt.Breaking the kiss, she moved back and looked up. “I hope you remembered to buy the condoms, lots and lots of condoms.”“Think a dozen will be enough,” I asked as my unoccupied hand dipped into my jacket pocket. Beverly laughed as she put the jacket onto the back of a chair before taking my hand and leading me, once again, to her bedroom. She started to disrobe me on the way so all I had on by the time we walked into the room were my socks. They were off seconds later.I was a bit shocked when the phone rang. I knew that Beverly's family was well off so I wasn't shocked that she had a phone in her room. “Be still and quiet. It's my parents, I'm sure.” She picked up the phone saying, “Hello.” A few seconds later she said, “Hi, Mom. How is the conference? Oh! Too bad. Yeah, I'm in bed reading some of my English assignment. It's one of Shakespeare's sonnets. Yes, it is boring. That's why I'm in bed. If I get tired, I'll just fall asleep and wake up tomorrow morning. Yes, everything is fine. One of my classmates found me while I was walking to school yesterday drove me and volunteered to drive me again this morning.” Then, after waiting a few seconds again, “Yes, I think you know him, Richard Kelly, the boy the kids all call, ‘Ichabod' because he resembles the Disney character. No, he's not insulted by the nickname. He thinks it's funny. Honest! I think he told me that his mother was expecting so he gets to take her car to school. Yes, I know he has one sister in tenth and I think there's another younger one.”Beverly was silent for several minutes so I assumed that her mother was speaking. That was confirmed when Beverly finally spoke again. “Okay, Mom, I'll expect you and Daddy sometime Sunday afternoon. Should I put something on to cook? Great, Chinese it is. I'll have the table set and ice cubes ready for soda to drink.” Then after another pause, “Yes, Mom, the house is all locked up and I have Mrs. Nathan's number right here in case of an emergency. Okay, I miss you, too. Bye.“Thank God that's done. My parents are jewelers and several times a year they go to sales conventions where there are lots of displays and even more lectures on how to market jewelry. I'm sure it's even more boring than it sounds.” Then she took my cock in hand and the evening's festivities began.I was expecting a marathon, but it was even more than I could have imagined. Beverly sucked me twice, swallowing everything I could give her, then she fucked me, dipping her fingers into her cunt so she could swallow even more. I thought she was done when she began to ride me in what she told me was reverse cowgirl. It was far from my favorite because I couldn't see anything that interested me, nor could I easily reach up and worry her tits and nipples. However, she seemed to like it and after the evening I'd had, I could afford a little generosity.We finished that bout around 10:30 and I relaxed on her pillow with Beverly lying on my body while she idly played with my cock. “You know what, Richard? I think I'm in love with your cock.”I had to laugh. “I think you'd be in love with any cock that could produce enough semen for you.”“There's some truth to that, but yours is just the right length and the perfect width for me. I just love the way you stretch me out when you enter me. A smaller and thinner one just doesn't do it for me and I've had quite a few like that. Everyone thinks that bigger is always better, but a cock that's too long will bang into my cervix on every stroke and that hurts like you wouldn't believe. Same with too thick; I've had a few like that, too. They feel good while we're fucking, but the next day I'm so sore that I can barely walk. Yours stretches me out and I know I've been fucked the next day, but I'm not in serious pain; just a little discomfort, which actually feels good. My cunt was just a little sore this morning and tomorrow it will be even more, but that just makes me want more. Think we can make a plaster cast of this?”“Talk about uncomfortable! Ouch! Say, think I could grab a quick shower before I leave tonight? I have to work tomorrow morning.”“Sure, but I'm not finished with you yet. I'm betting you have one more load in you tonight.” I groaned, but down deep I was thrilled to be so strongly and sexually desired. I lay with my head on her pillow, allowing Beverly to do all of the work. I wasn't surprised to take more than fifteen minutes to get hard enough to allow us to have a really good fuck, and that was exactly what we had. She rode me cowgirl, ramming her clit into my abdominals, for almost twenty minutes before I felt the rumbling. She had already cum three more times so she hopped off and spun around, bringing her mouth to my gooey cock. It went deep into her mouth just before I dribbled into her mouth and throat. I'd love to say that I erupted, but after tonight's marathon I felt I was lucky to dribble. There was a little semen that Beverly savored, rolling it over her tongue, swishing it back and forth in her mouth until she finally swallowed. “Okay, you can use the shower next door on the left.”“Sure, if I can actually walk that far. I think you've destroyed me.” She laughed and lightly slapped my ass as I struggled out of the room. The shower was quick, just a quick rinse to get the odor of sex off my body. Ten minutes later I was drying off when Beverly walked in carrying my clothes and shoes. I dressed in another five and kissed her good-bye, locking the door behind me when I left.I walked quietly into my home at 12:15 and I was in bed and asleep less than five minutes later. Beverly had done a great job of wearing me out. All the same, I was up at eight and eating breakfast with my family by 8:15. “How was the bowling, Richard? You got in pretty late, didn't you?”“Yeah, Mom; for some reason the lanes were very crowded. We had to wait for almost two hours for just one lane. Having five guys on one lane makes for very slow bowling. We only had time for two games, instead of our usual three. Tony finally called it quits. He has to go to work with his dad's construction company this morning. I think he had to be on the job at eight.”“Well, it's nice you have such good friends.”“Yeah, unfortunately all of that will change in a few months.”“That's progress, dear. We all grow older and meet new and different friends, although I still have a few from high school. Then again, I've lived in the same area for all of my life. You'll be going away to college, but I'm sure you'll make new friends. Anything on tap for tonight.”“Yeah, Mom. I don't know if you've ever met Beverly Vincman. I ran into her Thursday, I think, and offered her a ride to school and home again. I'm sure you red about the rapist in the area in the newspaper. I'd feel terrible if I could have given her a ride, but didn't and something happened to her. I told her I'd give her a ride both ways until the guy is caught.”“That's very sweet of you. I'm glad you're so considerate.”“Yeah, well, she invited me to a party with a small group of her friends tonight. I'll be sure to be home by twelve.”“I think you can make it one if you promise not to have anything to drink, and no kidding around with that horrible sense of humor you have.”I gave her a look that showed just how offended I was. “Moi?” I hadn't taken six years of French for nothing.Mom laughed and then told me, “Yes, you! And none of your fancy foreign languages. You know I took mostly sciences in high school and there's not much call for an RN to speak French around here. Now finish your breakfast and get your ass to work!” I was supposed to be there by nine and I was four minutes early.To be continued, by senor longo.

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Popular English-language discourse about Taiwan often contains tropes like how “Taiwan is the real China” or how Taiwan “split with China in 1949”. Catherine Lila Chou and Mark Harrison's book Revolutionary Taiwan: Making Nationhood in a Changing World Order (Cambria, 2024) argues that such tropes dangerously oversimplify Taiwan's national narrative, especially after its democratization in the late 1980s/early 1990s.  Through chapters centered around examples easily accessible to layperson audiences, Revolutionary Taiwan aims to help readers understand how Taiwanese people conceptualize their self-identity, and why Taiwan's democratization process encompasses a series of “revolutionary” transformations. Catherine Lila Chou is an Assistant Professor of World History at National Chengchi University in Taiwan. She previously taught at Grinnell College in Iowa and, besides writing about Taiwan, has a background in early modern British and European history. Mark Harrison is a Senior Lecturer at the University of Tasmania, and specializes in Taiwanese politics and society. He is also an expert associate of the National Security College at the Australian National University, and also works with the Australian Strategic Policy Institute on Taiwan-related issues. Anthony Kao is a writer who intersects international affairs and cultural criticism. He founded/edits Cinema Escapist—a publication exploring the sociopolitical context behind global film and television—and also writes for outlets like The Guardian, Al Jazeera, The Diplomat, and Eater. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices Support our show by becoming a premium member! https://newbooksnetwork.supportingcast.fm/new-books-network

Popular English-language discourse about Taiwan often contains tropes like how “Taiwan is the real China” or how Taiwan “split with China in 1949”. Catherine Lila Chou and Mark Harrison's book Revolutionary Taiwan: Making Nationhood in a Changing World Order (Cambria, 2024) argues that such tropes dangerously oversimplify Taiwan's national narrative, especially after its democratization in the late 1980s/early 1990s.  Through chapters centered around examples easily accessible to layperson audiences, Revolutionary Taiwan aims to help readers understand how Taiwanese people conceptualize their self-identity, and why Taiwan's democratization process encompasses a series of “revolutionary” transformations. Catherine Lila Chou is an Assistant Professor of World History at National Chengchi University in Taiwan. She previously taught at Grinnell College in Iowa and, besides writing about Taiwan, has a background in early modern British and European history. Mark Harrison is a Senior Lecturer at the University of Tasmania, and specializes in Taiwanese politics and society. He is also an expert associate of the National Security College at the Australian National University, and also works with the Australian Strategic Policy Institute on Taiwan-related issues. Anthony Kao is a writer who intersects international affairs and cultural criticism. He founded/edits Cinema Escapist—a publication exploring the sociopolitical context behind global film and television—and also writes for outlets like The Guardian, Al Jazeera, The Diplomat, and Eater. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices Support our show by becoming a premium member! https://newbooksnetwork.supportingcast.fm/history

Popular English-language discourse about Taiwan often contains tropes like how “Taiwan is the real China” or how Taiwan “split with China in 1949”. Catherine Lila Chou and Mark Harrison's book Revolutionary Taiwan: Making Nationhood in a Changing World Order (Cambria, 2024) argues that such tropes dangerously oversimplify Taiwan's national narrative, especially after its democratization in the late 1980s/early 1990s.  Through chapters centered around examples easily accessible to layperson audiences, Revolutionary Taiwan aims to help readers understand how Taiwanese people conceptualize their self-identity, and why Taiwan's democratization process encompasses a series of “revolutionary” transformations. Catherine Lila Chou is an Assistant Professor of World History at National Chengchi University in Taiwan. She previously taught at Grinnell College in Iowa and, besides writing about Taiwan, has a background in early modern British and European history. Mark Harrison is a Senior Lecturer at the University of Tasmania, and specializes in Taiwanese politics and society. He is also an expert associate of the National Security College at the Australian National University, and also works with the Australian Strategic Policy Institute on Taiwan-related issues. Anthony Kao is a writer who intersects international affairs and cultural criticism. He founded/edits Cinema Escapist—a publication exploring the sociopolitical context behind global film and television—and also writes for outlets like The Guardian, Al Jazeera, The Diplomat, and Eater. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices Support our show by becoming a premium member! https://newbooksnetwork.supportingcast.fm/east-asian-studies

Popular English-language discourse about Taiwan often contains tropes like how “Taiwan is the real China” or how Taiwan “split with China in 1949”. Catherine Lila Chou and Mark Harrison's book Revolutionary Taiwan: Making Nationhood in a Changing World Order (Cambria, 2024) argues that such tropes dangerously oversimplify Taiwan's national narrative, especially after its democratization in the late 1980s/early 1990s.  Through chapters centered around examples easily accessible to layperson audiences, Revolutionary Taiwan aims to help readers understand how Taiwanese people conceptualize their self-identity, and why Taiwan's democratization process encompasses a series of “revolutionary” transformations. Catherine Lila Chou is an Assistant Professor of World History at National Chengchi University in Taiwan. She previously taught at Grinnell College in Iowa and, besides writing about Taiwan, has a background in early modern British and European history. Mark Harrison is a Senior Lecturer at the University of Tasmania, and specializes in Taiwanese politics and society. He is also an expert associate of the National Security College at the Australian National University, and also works with the Australian Strategic Policy Institute on Taiwan-related issues. Anthony Kao is a writer who intersects international affairs and cultural criticism. He founded/edits Cinema Escapist—a publication exploring the sociopolitical context behind global film and television—and also writes for outlets like The Guardian, Al Jazeera, The Diplomat, and Eater. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices Support our show by becoming a premium member! https://newbooksnetwork.supportingcast.fm/chinese-studies

Welcome to Studio Stories, featuring Alanna, a musician, DJ, and trans youth advocate. Join Alanna as she shares her personal journey into the entertainment industry, driven by her love for attention and performance. Discover the joy she finds in engaging with her audience and the profound connections she makes through her art. In this podcast, Alanna discusses her live performances, DJing in diverse settings, and the importance of human connection in her work. She reflects on pivotal moments in her career, including working with the producers of Coheed and Cambria and the life-changing advice she received about vocal care. Alanna advocates for vocalists, shares insights from her vocal coach Sophie Sheer, and recounts humorous and memorable touring experiences. Despite challenges, Alanna remains committed to her craft, excited about her upcoming music releases. Tune in to hear about her journey, personal growth, and advice for fellow artists. Connect with Alanna on social platforms! #StudioStories #Alanna #MusicJourney #LivePerformance #VocalCare #TransYouthAdvocate #DJLife #ArtistAdvice #HumanConnection #UpcomingMusicpatreon.com/TheMarketingMadMen: https://www.nick-constantino.com/See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Jules Verne (Nantes, 1828 - Amiens, 1905). Novelista y dramaturgo. Se le considera uno de los padres de la ciencia ficción. Es el autor de 'Cinco semanas en globo', 'Viaje al centro de la Tierra', 'Los hijos del capitán Grant', 'La isla misteriosa', 'Miguel Strogoff' o 'Veinte mil leguas de viaje submarino'. 'La vuelta al mundo en 80 días' se publicó por entregas en 1872 y en formato de libro en 1873.

My guest today is Meb Faber, the co-founder and CIO of Cambria Investments, an RIA that manages over $2B in assets. Meb is also one of the biggest investing nerds I know, and today, we dive into a wide variety of topics, from taxation to portfolio construction to various asset classes. We start by diving into the 351 exchange, its mechanics, and the problems it solves for investors. Meb then shares his broad view of the market, how Cambria combines value investing with trends, and the impact of concentration. We close by talking about fixed income, public and private markets, and a few hot takes. Please enjoy this conversation with Meb Faber. For the full show notes, transcript, and links to the best content to learn more, check out the episode page HERE. ----- Making Markets is a property of Colossus, LLC. For more episodes of Making Markets, visit joincolossus.com/episodes. Stay up to date on all our podcasts by signing up to Colossus Weekly, our quick dive every Sunday highlighting the top business and investing concepts from our podcasts and the best of what we read that week. Sign up here. Follow us on Twitter: @makingmkts | @ericgoldenx Editing and post-production work for this episode was provided by The Podcast Consultant (https://thepodcastconsultant.com). Show Notes (00:00:00) Welcome to Making Markets (00:00:27) Understanding the 351 Exchange (00:01:26) Tax Efficiency and Investment Strategies (00:02:23) Practical Applications and Examples (00:04:07) Launching and Managing ETFs (00:05:13) Investor Use Cases and Benefits (00:09:25) Tax Implications and Compliance (00:15:03) Future Innovations and Market Trends (00:27:03) Value and Trend Investing Insights (00:27:44) Valuation Warnings and Market Trends (00:28:35) Historical Market Comparisons (00:30:16) Trend Following Strategies (00:34:18) Concentration in Major Stocks (00:38:33) Product Development and Market Cycles (00:40:33) Fixed Income Market Dynamics (00:51:39) Private Equity and Public Markets Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

MUSIC  More drama this weekend for Billy Ray Cyrus, who's now accused of threatening to take his own son to court. Claudio Sanchez of Coheed and Cambria has launched a new guitar company called Evil Instruments. Their first guitar is called The Jackhammer after a line in the band's song  "In Keeping Secrets of Silent Earth: 3.” Linkin Park have posted a video of Emily Armstrong laying down vocals for “Heavy Is the Crown” to promote the new a capella version of From Zero. Dorothy will release her fourth album, The Way, on March 14th. The album contains her three 2024 singles — "Mud," "The Devil I Know" and "I Come Alive" — plus a new single with Slash called "Tombstone Town."   Anthrax will finally release their long-awaited studio album sometime this fall.  Bassist Frank Bello revealed           TV Miniseries The Fall of Diddy begins airing on ID. Eric Clapton Unplugged ... Over 30 Years Later screens in theaters. MOVING ON INTO MOVIE NEWS: Mark Wahlberg's portrayal of a balding and unhinged pilot was enough to take Flight Risk to the top of the weekend movie.   Steven Spielberg says he won a "real hard-fought victory" preventing a sequel for ET from happening   This could be complete B.S., and it probably is, but "Life & Style" magazine claims Selena Gomez and Natalie Portman are being...   AND FINALLY A new documentary just aired at the Sundance Film Festival called "Pee-Wee as Himself" and it features the final interviews with Paul Reubens, who died in 2023.  And now we officially know that Pee-Wee was in fact gay!   AND THAT IS YOUR CRAP ON CELEBRITIES! Follow us @RizzShow @MoonValjeanHere @KingScottRules @LernVsRadio @IamRafeWilliams – Check out King Scott's Linktr.ee/kingscottrules + band @FreeThe2SG and Check out Moon's bands GREEK FIRE @GreekFire GOLDFINGER @GoldfingerMusic THE TEENAGE DIRTBAGS @TheTeenageDbags and Lern's band @LaneNarrows http://www.1057thepoint.com/Rizz Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

On this episode of The Eddie Trunk Podcast - Eddie brings you a pair of recent interviews which include a chat with Chris Caffery about the Savatage reunion and what's next for them and Trans-Siberian Orchestra, and a conversation with Claudio Sanchez about the next Coheed and Cambria record, The Father Of Make Believe, their touring plans and much more! Catch Eddie Trunk every M-F from 3:00-5:00pm ET on Trunk Nation on SiriusXM Faction Talk Channel 103.And don't forget to follow Eddie on Twitter and Instagram!Follow the link to get your free 3-month trial of SiriusXM: http://siriusxm.com/eddietrunk Find all episodes of Trunk Nation: https://siriusxm.com/trunknation