Podcasts about cavemen

Hannah met her comedy idols and Paige's docket is full.first episode of our youtube series order our booksign up for our newsletter Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Slime and Charcoal chicken obsessed Chelsea and Sabrina freestyle about an upcoming live show endeavor, create TGIF acronyms, argue about chicken soup, discuss color mixing, debt, art, parenting, blah blah blah. Chelsea speaks to some senior who was bullied by a freshman.  

Caveman Glo joins the Cavemen to talk Thunder, Ja Morant and the latest NFL Rule changes. 

Nate is back from the other side of the world and we are talking about ELDER ABUSE! As well as some other stuff like RuPaul, Lorne Michaels, and Excesior! and MORE!

Cavemen were not primitive brutes. They were our relatives dispersing around the earth during the ice age.

The Carlsbad Cavemen are set to take on 5 straight tournaments to start the season in 5 consecutive weeks. Coach McGaha gives us some of the details about his pitching staff, his favorite swings of all time, and how he feels going into year two of Cavemen Baseball. Produced by All Sports Best Assisted by Isaiah Galindo

Send us a textDiscover the unique perspectives of Adam in the early chapters of Genesis as we unravel the mysteries of creation through his eyes. The Earth was nourished by mist instead of rain before Noah's flood. Join us as we explore this age-old concept and its parallels to modern weather cycles found in Job 36. We also reflect on the profound connection between humanity and the earth, contemplating the elemental origins of human life and the spiritual breath that animates us, echoed in the timeless phrase "ashes to ashes, dust to dust."But that's not all—extend your spiritual journey with Devotions with Dr. Papa, where spiritual insights are shared to enrich your faith. We invite you to be part of this community, sharing our message with loved ones, and diving deeper into faith-based teachings with More Than Medicine. Stay connected with the Jackson Family Ministry, and explore opportunities to engage through our social media channels and official webpage. Together, let's navigate the rich intersection of faith and life, finding inspiration and wisdom along the way.https://www.jacksonfamilyministry.comhttps://bobslone.com/home/podcast-production/

Coach Zumbrun addresses questions that were raised from our last basketball podcast about taking 35 three-point shots a game. We also discuss strategy with referees, the loss to Lovington, and adjustments on offense by his two senior leaders. At the end of the episode, Coach lays out his starting five Cavemen basketball players (5 years) and starting five Cavegirls basketball players (12 years). Produced by All Sports Best Assisted by Isaiah Galindo

In this episode of Freak Family Favorites, we ask, Did Magic Mushrooms Make Us Human? And Why Is That Guy Getting Pelted with Turnips? In this mind-bending episode of The Box of Oddities, we dive into the Stoned Ape Theory—the wild idea that psychedelics might have turbocharged human evolution. Did our ancestors owe their intelligence to a little fungal inspiration? Then, we journey to Spain's Jarramplas Festival, where a man willingly gets pelted with turnips for reasons that remain as mysterious as they are bruising. Finally, we ascend into the eerie world of the ghosts of Mount Everest, where lost climbers are said to wander the frozen peaks—forever. Is it the altitude playing tricks, or are restless spirits still summiting? Prepare for an episode packed with brain-expanding theories, high-velocity root vegetables, and spectral mountaineers. Because when it comes to history, science, and the unexplained, The Box of Oddities proves truth is always stranger than fiction. #WeirdHistory #Paranormal #StonedApeTheory #JarramplasFestival #GhostsOfEverest #BoxOfOddities If you would like to advertise on The Box of Oddities, contact advertising@airwavemedia.com Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Scientists find that cavemen ate a mostly vegan diet in groundbreaking new studyJOE, By Ryan Price, on January 11, 2025https://www.joe.co.uk/news/scientists-find-that-cavemen-ate-a-mostly-vegan-diet-2-471100?fbclid=IwY2xjawHzYDtleHRuA2FlbQIxMAABHd2UJJnF69VVfOgz1klTAT78dKBfhwELc9WWh4w8uApYNV02vlGj5Z238w_aem_7jt6ZMICID6vWVZ2TQG9-A Original paper: Isotropic Evidence of high reliance on plant food among Later Stone Age hunter-gatherers at Taforalt, MoroccoReference on evidence of cultivation:https://www.pnas.org/doi/full/10.1073/pnas.1318176111The article in question sparks an important discussion about the nature of human diets, particularly those of Paleolithic humans, but the way it's framed seems misleading. An author claims that a tribe of Northwest African humans, around 13,000 BCE, lived on a "mostly vegan" diet, which sounds like clickbait. However, when you dive into the article, it's clear that the term "vegan" is problematic. Veganism, as we understand it today, is a modern concept that includes moral considerations about animal welfare, a concern not relevant to Paleolithic humans.The study focuses on a specific group of people from North Africa, not all Paleolithic humans. It uses dental evidence—such as cavities caused by the consumption of starchy plants—to infer dietary habits. But this doesn't equate to a vegan lifestyle; it suggests a plant-based diet with some animal products, but the use of the term "vegan" is misleading. These people were opportunistic eaters, consuming whatever was available in their environment, whether it was fish, plants, or animals. Additionally, the region they inhabited was lush with rivers and streams, suggesting that fish could have been a significant part of their diet.The author of the article fails to account for the diversity in Paleolithic diets based on geography and resources, which varied greatly. The study in question offers a snapshot of a small group in a specific area, not a sweeping generalization of human dietary habits during that time. Understanding this nuance is critical when discussing Paleolithic diets and the assumptions we make about them.While the study itself offers some fascinating insights into early forms of horticulture, it's crucial not to overgeneralize or mislabel ancient human diets based on modern concepts. The findings are important but should be viewed within their specific context, avoiding the trap of applying contemporary dietary labels like "vegan" to people who lived in a vastly different world.The Non-Prophets, Episode 24.04.4 featuring Jimmy Jr. , Jonathan Roudabush, and AJBecome a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/the-non-prophets--3254964/support.

The Carlsbad Cavemen have their sights set on a district championship even with one of the toughest district teams in recent memory. Kyran Orgain is a large part of the Cavemen's offensive strategy with the ability to cut to the basket, finish at the rim, and shoot from distance. Jacob Chavarria is one of the team's best distributors with a stopping ability on defense that produces steals and disrupts opponents' rhythm. This video was produced and edited by All Sports Best. Assisted by Isaiah Galindo.

It's a new year and that means starting over! At year 0! It's accidentally Jurassic January and we're talking about another caveman joint, Joe & Mac! Could these be the most based bros in gaming? Are they actually ninja's? This week I'm joined by B-Ross of Super Garbage Day to talk about all of this and cross examine this port between the arcade and Super Nintendo versions! Check out Super Garbage Day: Website Youtube Instagram Support the show and get more content just like this on Patreon! No monthly payments? No problem! Get yourself something nice at the Merch Store!     Symphony of a Forgotten Sprite provided by Adhesivewombat

TRACKLIST: 1. River Song (feat. J. Hoard) - Javier Santiago 2. Meant Something - Joel Henry 3. My Life - Mary J. Blige 4. BYA - _BY.ALEXANDER 5. I Can Say To You (Toribio Remix) - Butcher Brown 6. Sandettie - Braga Circuit 7. N29 - Ezra Collective 8. Communicate (feat. Jembaa Groove & The Cavemen.) - Bnnyhunna 9. Light My Fire - Gina Jeanz 10. Combo II - Kaval 11. Holding you - Escaflowne 12. Empty Streets - Gustav Gustav 13. Spanish Joint [Singularis edit] 14. Weekend - Braxton Cook & NNAVY 15. FLIGHTS - JEMS!, Elujay & J.Robb 16. seems like time moves forever. - Tommy Richman & mynameisntjmack 17. peace - berlioz 18. Blessed - rum.gold 19. Take Your Mask Off (feat. Daniel Caesar & Latoiya Williams) - Tyler, The Creator 20. I Believe - Sounds of Blackness 21. STRENGTH - TAH

Christmas is finally behind us, so that must mean it's time for our between the wars special. As always, we pick our favourite tracks from the past six months, so let's enjoy nine songs from The Cavemen, Slitasje, Goblin Shark, Okmoniks, Undertakers, Daffodildos, The Warriors, No Wayne and We Three Kings.Voice of Jeff, Comedy Suburbs, no Facebook comments, mines, last week, Tony's Christmas, Gremlins 2, Apocalypse Babys recording, Ted Lasso, Nottingham Forest, Paul's Christmas, Letchworth, medical conditions, From the Vaults, Tony's International Gig Guide, this week, Dinner for One, work..., new office, cleaning the shower, terse text, new book, Izzatwat and a reminder of the ways you can listen.Song 1: The Cavemen – Personal WWIIISong 2: Slitasje - TaggarnaSong 3: Goblin Shark – Shake Your HipsSong 4: Okmoniks – I'll Let You InSong 5: Undertakers – Scandinavian ScumSong 6: Daffodildos – Never EnoughSong 7: The Warriors – Out-OutSong 8: No Wayne – Doin' FineSong 9: We Three Kings – Gold Digger

In episode 284, we get curious about cavemen for Luke, Carter, Colt, Blake, and Bryce from Texas.  We learn all about cavemen... who they were, what they did all day, and what happened to them.  Noah joins us to share five unbelievable facts you need to Noah about cavemen. Episode Topic Suggestion Form - https://forms.office.com/r/USsGWVfheH Order 2025 Curious Kid Podcast Trading Cards (personalized by Olivia and Noah: https://docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1FAIpQLSfcAE1YoBpoaAN1jPzH3v4UVqw1r9qcPj-QEEqz_J3EZE8rXA/viewform?usp=dialog Visit the Curious Kid Podcast Website – http://www.curiouskidpodcast.com Send Us An E-mail – curiouskidpodcast@gmail.com Leave Us A Voicemail – 856-425-2324 Support Us On Patreon – https://www.patreon.com/Curiouskidpodcast Shop Curious Kid Podcast Merchandise – http://tee.pub/lic/fqXchg3wUVU Follow Us On Facebook – https://www.facebook.com/curiouskidpod/ Follow Us On Instagram – https://www.instagram.com/curiouskidpodcast/ Follow Us On Twitter – https://twitter.com/CuriousKidPod Visit Us On YouTube - https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC5d6HaNz_UYOaS7YuYayVwg

Back with Libra; but first some nonsensical news. In 25 parts, edited from the works of FinalStand. Listen and subscribe to the ► Podcast at Connected..  “Just as echoes pollute sound, the echoes of our histories pollute our view of the World.” Katrina Explains the ‘Ash Men' "Amazons keep rather accurate histories, basing everything on lunar cycles. Our records, with minor gaps, date back to the Great Betrayal," Katrina began. "By modern parlance, around 1000 BCE, our ancestors stopped a millennia of a nomadic existence to settle in the land between the Váh, Hron rivers and Danube rivers." "You bitches know who the Magyar are," I interrupted abruptly. Sure, that region was in current day Slovakia, but it bordered Hungary, my ancestral homeland, even though our residency was separated by over 1500 years. "Of course I know who the Magyar are," Katrina shook her head mirthfully. "I simply can't resist busting your balls." I muttered angrily while avoiding using actual words. "Our numbers were enough to seize and hold the land," Katrina continued. "For centuries before that, we raided for men from tribes whose land we were moving through. After a few seasons, we disposed of the men and took some more." "When we chose to settle down, our Council decided to raid distant tribes and steal boys to be raised among our people. At first the males were virtual slaves yet in three generations, our people began seeing males as fathers, brothers and sons. We trained them in crafts. A few generations later, we voted to train them to be guardians; protectors of our hearths while the Host made war." "For eighteen generations things went well. We prospered, grew rich and strong. The tribes around us feared our wrath which made us proud yet was our undoing. New, stronger tribes migrated into the region from the West; we now know them to be Celts. The genesis of House Epona is from those first meetings. Many Celtic women embraced the Amazon lifestyle." "Though they knew of our strength, the first of these new tribes quickly went from peaceful coexistence to warfare. The Host crushed them. The problem was that new tribes kept coming and coming. Dirges of Mourning replaced the sweet taste of victory around our fires. We were always winning the key conflicts but our numbers were diminishing." "The males came to the Council and begged for the opportunity to join the Host in battle. Twice we rejected them. The third time, we relented and allowed a select few males to join us in the fight and for a time the balance was restored. Our doom crept upon us. More conflict resulted in more men taking up arms to fight." "What the Council could not perceive was the insidious influence of our enemies and it swept upon us on the wings of ravens by night; druids. Masculine deities, ethos and egos combined with our own blind arrogance to bring about our downfall. Constant contact with the Celts brought a different cultural view to our men. They began to question why women should rule." "Somewhere around the year 680 BCE, it began. It was not a calamity over in a night, or even a week yet once it began there was no stopping it. Most of our males, never fighters, were taken as slaves by their former brothers and their new Celtic masters. Not all fighting males betrayed us. Those males risked their very lives to sneak into fallen towns and villages to rescue their daughters." "The penalty our enemies exacted on our remaining fighting males was meant to keep the rest in line. They burned those brave men alive, in public. They burned them slowly, in much agony; the druids showed them how it was done. There is no record of any of our fighting males switching sides, or failing to undertake any mission for the Host. We survived as a people because of them." "When all hope of remaining in our new homes faded, we fled east into the mountains. My ancestors were furious, frightened and shamed. They decided they had let down their guards around men and swore to never do it again. The only obstacle to this way of thinking was the handful of men who risked all for the Host's survival and still lived." "They sent those male survivors on one last, suicidal mission. They were to return home and incite the Celts' wrath against the traitor males. For the Hell they unleashed, the druids were chosen for this final act vengeance. Amazon males slew the druids. The angry Celts fell upon their former allies, slaughtering the lot. "Somehow, a tiny band returned to their mistresses. Their return was unexpected. In their absence, the High Priestess and Council decided to rectify their centuries' old error in judgment. Only a few Houses; Arinniti among them; knows how each Council member voted yet the final decision is something we are dealing with today." "The 'valiant' Host went to their defenseless sons and butchered them. When the last Amazon males made it back they were rewarded with death as well. It is recorded that they didn't even resist, loyal to their last drop of blood. In less than ten minute's time, the last of the male line of Amazons perished." "These are the 'Ash Men' Oneida mentioned. Burned to death by our enemies for their devotion to us, burned to ash by the Host to hide our shame after we killed them for the crime of never betraying us. All full-blooded Amazons are taught about the Second Betrayal; except that last, pathetic and tragic addendum," Katrina educated me. "Oh shit," I interrupted. I was sure Katrina had more to tell me but I felt the hideous weight of this; now shared; past. "You believe that when this gets out, as all secrets do, it will undermine everything you have built. You did more than utterly betray those loyal brothers, you murdered your own sons." "That is one of the most serious issues the Council is dealing with," Elsa finally spoke. "That makes sense, but you are forgetting something," I shook my head. "Times change, people change, circumstances change. The Host misses the point." "That point would be?" Katrina studied me. I believed this was more of a case she wanted me to make the logical next step. "You betrayed us," I stated. "The lesson is not that men were lured away from the Amazon cause, it was that despite every reason to save themselves, men stayed loyal to the grisly end. If the Host is mindful and respectful, we males would rather be 'Ash Men' and safeguard our sons and daughters." "Men volunteered to fight, they did fight and fought well yet the Host refused to acknowledge anything had changed," I then paused. "Which is why I'm learning how to shoot, and knife-fight and why Elsa is here. Katrina, with the upmost respect; you are a manipulative bitch." "Cáel, I let you get away with a great deal," Katrina smirked. "Don't take advantage of it." "You seem to forget that I consider being murdered by your ilk highly more desirable than slavery," I retorted. "I hope it doesn't come to that, but if it does, you know you can't win," Katrina pointed out. "I have more invested in the fight than you do," I stated. "I'm fighting for the future of my people. You know that," Katrina bantered. "I'm fighting for my sons to be allowed to live free of bondage, or thrown from the cliffs, and for my daughters to not be a plague on the human soul," I grinned. "You would turn my daughters into Fabiola and; you can't even agree on letting the other half of your own offspring live, as if that was something 'normal' mothers would ever discuss." "Fabiola? Not Aya?" Katrina prodded. "I ignore the reality of Aya because I love her. There is no saving her. Your reach makes it hopeless, she wouldn't understand and she is already too poisoned by the rest of you anyway," I explained. "Watching her inevitable slide into madness is another reason for me to seek death in battle." "I enjoy these chats," Katrina smiled as she stood up. "You are a very complex individual and crossing wits with you has been an unexpected pleasure. Good night." Elsa moved to follow Katrina to the door. "Elsa?" I called out. She half-turned. "Try going with French cut instead of boy shorts tomorrow." There was a fey light in Elsa's eyes. I continued to creep closer to having status in her eyes. Not a sentient; I was that already. Amazons didn't have a glorious rival. Strong rivals you killed as soon as possible. Cáel Nyilas had become a nebulous entity treading down unexplored pathways in her until-now internally consistent World. "I won't let you win," she gave me a molten, hungry look. "I bet you say that to all the guys," I shot back. "Only the ones I care about," she gave me one more promissory fuck-note, turned and left. I didn't have time to mull over my bleak future forecast. Yasmin was coming over and we were definitely not going out to eat.  (Wednesday Night) Yasmin had a kink I hadn't really had to deal with before. She liked having sex standing up; anywhere. Sure I had made love in hallways, showers and against a refrigerator once, but Yasmin took this to a whole new level. The most horizontal I got her was fucking her on my bedroom dresser. She was also an aggressive nibbler which is a kind way of saying she bites down hard without breaking the skin. The scars would fade by morning, but I was going to catch Hell from Timothy and Odette later tonight. Our experience was; enhanced by yet another reality I was unaware of. Yasmin's ex was an 'intellectual'. In Brazil that must translate as a small penis with limited stamina, but don't hold me to that. Since the birth of her son and the 'incident' with her husband, Yasmin hadn't much 'personal' time; read: not much finger, or vibrator usage. Yasmin was tight, famished and extra aroused by me kicking Felix's macho ass an hour earlier. I ushered Yasmin into my place, she was looking smoky yet contained, so I gave her the ten cent tour. When I turned around, her sandals, pants and shirt were off. Silky violet was a good color on her. Yasmin didn't rush the removal of her final items, using their skimpy allure to draw me in like a striker to the goal. My Brazilian MILF loved being appreciated for every nuanced curve, scent and taste. She let me slip off her bra first then she pulled off my shirt. She didn't let me get behind her. This allowed her to pace her own aggression. Cáel was along for the ride. This wasn't fem domination, just a very hungry lady looking for some first-rate sportsmanship. Lucky for me, I was a full service arena with overtime expertise. Every little 'Give and Go' and 'tackle' was received, or dodged to keep our game in play. Here I was thinking of swinging a little more upper body workout later tonight. Yasmin's gymnastics made that redundant. My first insertion was welcomed by her. Yasmin repaid my diligence with lip services, strong hands massaging my back and arms, plus timely input concerning what was good and bad without running over the passion. Yasmin was not at Buffy's level of competition. Instead she brought her own torrid spirit that was new and exciting. I had no idea how Yasmin's husband ever found the energy to cheat on her. Yasmin would seek breaks in our activities. The rest of the hour-plus she was either at a vivid simmer, or a full-on blowtorch. Half the time I didn't even have to direct our intimacy; Yasmin was happy to manage all of the movements using her thighs, stomach muscles and arms to make it a highly memorable performance. As we staggered down from the peak of my climax, a sweaty, panting Yasmin informed me that she was glad she had started doing handstand push-ups once more. For those not in the know, imagine doing a handstand facing a wall. Now push your body up the wall which is occasionally done with your fingertips if you are a true bad-ass; like Yasmin and Timothy. That is another exercise I'm going to have to work on. Jacking-off and squeezing stress balls wasn't going to cut it anymore. "Ora, ora, meu bombom precioso ;  muito bom," Yasmin purred as I put her legs down; I had been holding the back of her knees with my elbows. "I'm the bomb? Sweet!" I sounded as energetic as I was able. My Brazilian Nitro-girl began laughing. "What did the rest of it mean?" "With every orgasm you give me, I'll give you a word," she taunted me. I looked at the ceiling. "I'm looking for a downside to that challenge," I met her gaze. "I can't see one." "We'll see about that when I leave. I have a sitter until 11:00 p.m. so you have good deal of bravado I want you to back-up," Yasmin looked carnivorously-aroused. We did get around to getting cleaned up then hoofed it to a local Egyptian cuisine eatery. On the way back, I screwed her against a streetlamp with the light burned out. You see a good deal of humor about girls in super-tight pants and all the contortions they go through to get into them. Peeling them out is much, much easier. Maybe it is the inspiration that makes the difference. Best of all, the reactions of people walking around us, or across the street. Overt disgust, ignoring the whole situation, and, my favorite, the running commentary. (First couple) #1 Girl: "Why don't we ever do that?" #1 Guy: "Do you bend that way?" (Second couple) #2 Girl: "Do you think she's hotter than me?" #2 Guy: "Let's go down to the next lamppost and find out." (Third couple) #3 Guy: "Don't they have a bed, or are they homeless?" There was no way we were dressed like homeless! #3 Girl: "You have all the romance of a rhino." Somebody wasn't getting some tonight. And because we were in a major metropolis, (Fourth couple) #4 Girl (1): "Are you practicing safe sex? If not, I have a condom," she touched my shoulder. Me: "We are good. I use Durex normally, though I'll use Trojan too." #4 Girl (2): "Are you okay, Miss?" Yasmin: (unhappy): "I'm fine. Now either let my man get back to slaking my every lust, or join in." #4 Girl (2) "Are you serious?" to Yasmin. #4 Girl (1) "Are you okay with this?" she addressed me. "She's my girlfriend." A few seconds of grunting, gasping sex ensued. Yasmin: "Yes, I am serious and you two are killing the mood. Mount up, or get off my horsy." The two ladies looked at one another. #4 Girl (1): "She's very ho; attractive. What do you say? It is safe sex," hint, hint. And thus I had a lesbian four-way. The first girl, Evie, was bi- and worked at Planned Parenthood, explaining the condom lore. Girl two, Samantha, was a lesbian, but having a strong sex drive, decided that Yasmin was as luscious as I thought she was. Back at my place, it took Samantha thirty minutes to get used to sharing her bed with a man. By then she decided I wasn't the enemy, despite my penis and hunger for the female form. Evie and Yasmin had zip inhibitions and let the lesbian and the straight guy work our differences while they basked in each other's femininity. Yasmin insisted she wasn't a lesbian, or bi-sexual. She had no sexual hang ups and found American's confusing because they did. We had wrapped up the first round with Evie giving me a quick blowjob because I had been a good boy and kept my sperm holstered for the entire encounter. Samantha threw on one of Odette's t-shirts (I didn't explain) and went to the bathroom. I got washed up; Samantha gave me a dirty look from the toilet then I reminded her I'd just seen her naked. We both exited to the living room and took up spots on the sofa as we waited for our prospective partner. I heard my roommates keys jingle in the lock. He walked in, taking in the now familiar scene of me with a new girl on the sofa. "Timothy Denver!" Samantha squealed when my roommate showed up. "Sammy; what are you doing in my apartment; with him?" Timothy meant me. They (Timothy and Samantha) hugged each other, Timothy lifting her off the ground. "Me and Evie are sharing his girlfriend," Samantha explained. "Which one?" Timothy put her down. Samantha shot me a semi-hostile look. Yasmin and Evie came out of the bedroom; having found Evie's clothing. That was their story and I wasn't going to argue with it. "Hi Timothy!" Evie ran up and hugged him too. Up she went. "Timothy, this is Yasmin," I made introductions. "The Brazilian Hottie," Timothy noted. "Yasmin, is Cáel sleeping around you on you?" Samantha inquired. "No. Cáel has sex with far too many other women to cheat on me," she informed them. Samantha didn't know what to make of that. "That means she's aware that I date a lot," I explained. I would have asked how Samantha, Evie and Timothy knew each other except now all their body art made sense. "Timothy, are you and Cáel;” Samantha asked. Timothy rolled his eyes. "God, I wish," Timothy sighed dramatically. "The dick on this guy is phenomenal." "Sammy, I know you would never, ever, ever go that way, but if you did, do it with Cáel here," Timothy told her. "He is the most sensitive, skilled and empathic lover I've ever seen. He's not at all possessive and totally confident in who he is." Sammy didn't look like she was contemplating a gender-preference switch. She was getting between me and Evie. "As long as you understand you, me and Evie," Sammy warned me. "Sadly, fidelity is not one of my virtues," I shrugged. "I could lie to you about it. You seem to be Timothy's friend, so I should treat you better than that." "You can trust me around Cáel," Evie insisted. "No, we can't," Timothy, Sammy and Yasmin all spoke simultaneously. I wasn't trustworthy, but at least I was consistently untrustworthy. "Listen to your friends and the woman you barely know," I met Evie's gaze. "I know I couldn't control myself around you and we'd both regret it." No we wouldn't. I could see that fire deep in her eyes. We were going to have sex again, just me and she. I was a lowdown dirty dog who gave an incredible dicking and I'd already made an insertion into Evie's body and mind. Not that it was terribly important to me; she was okay at sex, though not great. My words were for the listening audience. Timothy knew me better. "Cáel," Timothy stated firmly. "For me, man; don't fool around with Evie." I'd lied to roommates all the time. Like the women in my life, I wanted to keep them happy, or happily neutral. That attitude suddenly didn't work for me. "How?" sort of spilled out. No one expected my plaintive cry for relationship help. "What?" Sammy gulped. Yasmin snickered. She knew the score. "Sammy, Cáel's nailed a girl who was making a food delivery to us. In around an hour and a half, a waitress he met for a minute and gave his number to, will be here. She moved into his room. They are not a couple," Timothy tried to explain. "She lives here to hang out with me and bangs Cáel when he doesn't have anyone else over, yet, I swear on Buddha's Belly, I've never seen him abuse a girl," Timothy continued. "It is the strangest damn thing I've ever seen. He's stacked them up like jets at LaGuardia." "He's a shit-head player," Sammy glared. "Do you feel used?" Yasmin pointed out. "You don't because you weren't. He's not trying to out-dick your vagina. He's not out to steal Evie. He is admittedly hormonally unbalanced. That doesn't make him a bastard. I'm not here looking for a boyfriend and if I was, it would never be Cáel." "If you can get past the fact he might have sex with your girlfriend from time to time, he's really a great guy," Yasmin added. "Cáel is fearless and as long as sex is not involved, completely reliable." Sammy was clearly not believing any of this, finally turning back to Timothy. "He gives an incredibly good dicking, he's a dog, and he's one of my best friends," Timothy shrugged. I had been 'one of the guys', a 'buddy' and 'dude'. I had never been considered a man's best friend before and I had never heard Timothy toss that term around about anybody. I went up and hugged him. "Dude, you have lousy taste in friends," I patted his back. "Cáel, I have plenty of friends who wouldn't abandon me in a fight. You are the only person I know who took an arrow for a little girl you barely knew," Timothy patted my back. "You don't find that dedication often. In the past two months we've been through more freaky shit than I've experience in the past ten years. Faults and all, this has been the best time of my life." I stepped back until we were at arm's length. "I take that back. You don't have lousy taste in friends; you are delusional," I blinked. "He got shot; took an arrow; for a little girl?" Sammy gulped. "How come this is the first I'm hearing about it?" "That would be the bandage on your leg?" Evie pointed. "I have a dangerous job," I regarded the new girls. "I test poultry for signs of intelligence. Let's just say that a sleeper cell got past me and chaos ensued." "Translation: he can't talk about it," Yasmin smirked. "What do you do you really do?" Sammy pressed. "I'm working on a special project. We are taping strobe lights to Garden Gnomes then, using hobby store-bought rockets, my corporation is going to sell them as a Developing World-friendly alternative to the current GPS system," I looked grim. "Really?" Sammy looked uncertain. "I work for a really sleazy corporation," I confessed. "There is nothing they wouldn't do for a buck." "That's heartless," Sammy protested. "Men like that are raping the planet and exploiting the poor." "Sammy, I work for Havenstone Commercial Investments. I am one of three men in the entire workforce; that is well over 10,000 women; undoubtedly more," I smirked. "If it is any consolation, I am treated as little more than a pin-up model by my co-workers." "Oh wow," Evie snickered. "Were you hired for your looks?" "Hardly," I declared with authority. "I majored in Business with a minor in Philosophy from Bolingbrook College in New Hampshire, an institute of higher learning renowned for its 70% female student population and nothing else. Still, I am working for a Fortune 500 company at a job I am totally unqualified for, earning an unheard of starting salary and constantly required to work shirtless, or naked." "Personally, I think it was my creative writing skills that won them over," I nodded sagely. "You are a jerk," Timothy snorted. "I hate it when you tell the truth and make it sound unbelievable. It is a skill I've never seen wielding so cuttingly." No one said anything for a few seconds. "It is really annoying that no one believes I earned my position because I'm actually intelligent and hard-working," I grumbled. "Welcome to the world of a Carnival dancer," Yasmin laughed. "I was going 'a blond bimbo'," Sammy agreed, "but that works too." That broke down the social ice. Letting yourself soak up a bit of ridicule can pay huge dividends. I was going to be back in bed with every single woman in the room; even the lesbian, though I'd be sharing a girl with her, wait and see. For some reason, Sammy remained convinced I was an asshole, so she dared me to kiss Timothy. I shrugged, Timothy shrugged, so we kissed. Seriously, I have no clue what I Won't do for sex. When Timothy slipped me some tongue I nutted him. As he doubled over, I told him I wasn't the kind of guy who went beyond second base on the first date. The group informed me that second base was touching my cock; whoops. Then Evie reminded me that I had sex with her within fifteen minutes of our initial meeting. I replied I hadn't had anal sex with her yet, but if that was the case, I was sure Timothy would be a good sport about it all. Timothy had finally gotten back to his feet. Again, he nodded. This time he snatched me up, bench pressed me over his head (man, we need to re-spackle the ceiling) and bounced me off the sofa. Timothy is really strong too. I hit the floor, face down, but with my knees and palms catching my weight. I quickly summersaulted and regained my footing. I trusted Timothy. Still, talking about anal sex with a big, buff gay man then assuming the doggy-style position; let's not tempt fate. My antics earned me another round of sex. After Evie exploded (figuratively) all over the place with her; third euphoria, I looked over Yasmin's shoulder to Sammy, who was sexing up my Brazilian from the other side. "I have totally and completely re-evaluated having a lesbian in bed with me, Sammy," I testified. "You rock!" Sammy shot me a look, realized I was expounding true praise and picked up her ravishing of Yasmin. After we demolished Yasmin, Sammy mounted me. She wanted a 'test drive' more than anything else; the experience of feeling the differences between the masculine and feminine skeletal and muscular textures and nuances. "Can I touch your breasts?" I requested. Sammy thought it over, eventually giving me an 'okay' look. She had those nice, banana-cone shaped breasts with huge areolas and sizable nipples. I started off by lifting and weighing each teat, taking it nice and leisurely. Sammy decided I was doing a passable job so she stopped studying me and got into the sensation of the moment. That little gasp cued me in that I had earned the right to move a little farther. Her nipples were already engaged. A half-dozen grazing passes and they were definitely joyous. Lesbians, bi-sexual and straight women all have the same physiology, yet different visually, audibly, and olfactory stimuli were specific arousal cues. Most lesbians didn't like Old Spice, The Firemen of New York calendars and Enrique Iglesias. At the very least they aren't throwing their panties at Enrique. Touch and taste tend to be unisex. Baring you having big, calloused man-paws, fingers are fingers and hands are hands. Taste is taste and more individual specific than gender-related. Sorry ladies, your sweat can stink as much as a men's does. It is more a matter of diet. Both sexes should clean up 'down there'. It is common sexual courtesy, so use it. When I can, I use a subtle cologne though I've used women's Secret deodorant on rare occasions. It earned me curious looks every time, but it never stopped them. Sammy was already taking quick gulps of air when her worried eyes looked down at me again. She wanted to tell me to stop. She was caught in a double bind; she was getting gratification and the only reason to refuse it was because I was a man; a man she had allowed to touch her. That would make her either sexist, or a bigot. Never ignore the allure of the female orgasm. Add to that, never ignore the power of friendship. As Sammy struggled to master her 'lesbian outrage', Evie sneaked behind her, wiggling two fingers. "Evie," Sammy moaned in protest. "Sammy-love, he's not trying to fuck you," Evie murmured to her companion. "You are liking what he's doing and you know you have dynamite nipples. Let him have a sample." To me, "She likes a whole lot of suction and a tiny bit of teeth." Sammy attempted some kind of protest. Yasmin stroking Sammy's upper thigh, hip and stomach breached the dam of her inhibitions. So, I had a lesbian lowering her body toward mine. First her palms rested on my shoulders. Sammy's body flowed up mine until her elbows replaced her hands. As advised, I applied a wet vacuum seal. I twirled my tongue around her savory flesh, bringing Sammy to the point she embraced her tantric titillation. "You should have longer hair," she purred as she ran one hand through my locks. "I don't normally go for butch girls." You guys go be indignant if you wish. These were some sweet teats I was indulging in and I had zero regrets about 'girling-up' for a lesbian. Sammy finally climbed to the mountaintop of her orgasmic quest and howled out her victory. She cascaded down on me, my lower stomach syrupy with her juices and her bosom muzzling my face. Yasmin went to her knees, leaned over Sammy's prostrate form and began seriously making out with Evie. I lived in a vortex of unexpected pleasure and fulfillment. I had taken part in making a lesbian sexually complete. "You are the best guy I've ever been with," Sammy murmured. "He's the only guy you've ever been with," Evie teased. "Fine. He's still the best. Cáel, have you ever thought about becoming a post-op transsexual?" Sammy giggled. "No!" Yasmin protested. "That's where I draw the line. Cáel keeps his tender bits." "Mmm Mmm," I added my voice against that proposal. To punish Sammy for even bringing that up, I latched onto a breast like a starving lamprey and went to town. Damn right that put her in her place. Fifteen minute later, she finally let me come up for air. Ten minutes after that, we stumbled out of the apartment. I was going to see Yasmin safely home; she snickered then, seeing my hurt feelings, told me I was very brave and could take her home. Evie and Sammy lived close by. They had known Timothy from his days working at an ink place in Queens, but had lost touch when he opened his own place on the East Side. They promised to stay in touch. Sometimes I don't even have to try. Maybe that's why Timothy got so pissy with me at times. As for Yasmin and me, I fucked her in the hallway right outside her domicile because she still had twenty minutes left on her babysitter and there was a convenient vertical surface. We both went home with smiles on our faces. I met up with Odette walking up to my; now our; place. She wanted all the juicy details, helped me change our sheets, promised to do our laundry tomorrow morning and then we had sex. I was set up on my feet, shins and knees, Odette facing away from me and grinding her lush tight end on my rod when the door opened and Timothy Nerf-shot me; cause I definitely deserved it. (Thursday) Thursday was good. I inspected artificial wood products for artificial termites. Actually, I started out with Constanza; really Naomi and her Merry Band now; and learned how to actually fire a personal defense weapon. No more 'spray and pray' for me. They told me they had a special surprise for me on Friday. Color me concerned. According to Medical, I was a lousy lab monkey. Then Katrina informed me it was Brian's turn today to get poked, prodded and forced to cough up millions of little Brian-lettes for Havenstone's perverse pleasures. I e-mailed Brian my best wishes. I was seriously starting to question those 'so-called' medical experts ethical integrity. I worked with Buffy, teamed up with the Daphne/Desiree combo. Why? Because there was an emergency board meeting on Friday. I wasn't told this, but Daphne and I figured it out. To put some extra butter on my hell-bound soul, an agent of Rhada's gave me a private note informing me she wanted to talk. Keeping to Amazon Princess Rape Fantasy Bondage protocols, I ate the message before Buffy could pry it from my hands. Bad enough was all these crazy females trying to kill me, I also had to keep track of which ones hated the other ones. It reminded me of dating sorority sisters, except this time out, I could never leave the sorority house and they almost never went to classes. Oh, and they are all related to Jason Voorhees (that's the maniac from the Friday the 13th movies for those who had lived constructive lives) and we were adjacent to an Ace Hardware store. Plus I had a date with Libra and I was dedicated to 'tapping that ass' at least once more before I died. And, there was more! Deena, the swimming, 'fingers in her cunt' buddy dropped me a line telling me she was 'expecting' me this afternoon. There was no way I could swing that, despite her request that could be only construed as an order. I simply didn't have the time. I e-mailed her back, pleading for her to be in a bikini with several suggested sites for her to visit. Before my designated knife training, I had a fucked-up brainstorm about what to do with Rhada. I wrote a letter in Old Kingdom Hittite, sealed it in wax with the imprint of the symbol 'Lowest' on it, representing me, though Rhada's submissive side could easily misinterpret that. To get it to her, I went to the only one who could meet her face to face who I could trust. Katrina? Laughable. She could do it but she wouldn't touch this disaster with a three meter pole made out of male vertebrae. The only other person who met all the criteria; Oneida. Yes, I was a fucktard, fuck-nut and a waste of human potential. "Oneida, I need a favor," I asked the moment I hunted her down in Acquisitions. "Of course," her eyes lit up, her lips moistened and breathe quickened. She wasn't wanting a quick tussle in a side room. The chick wanted to be held closely while I whispered love poetry into her ear for her to hear alone. I was letting her down abysmally. "I need this message hand delivered to Rhada," I pressed the missive into her hands. She didn't know how to wrap her mind around that. Rhada? She knew we had fought, but what contact had we shared since then? She made the sane 'girl-logic' assumption. "Cáel, are you in trouble," she worried. Oh, I wish it was only trouble. "Not that you can help me with. If you can't do this, I'll find another way," I sighed. Yes, I was playing her. Oneida would run over hot coals for me. "No, no; I'll do it; why? Why Rhada?" Oneida pleaded. "I can't say and you cannot look at the message. It is critical that she, and she alone sees this," I impressed on her the importance of saving my life without saying 'please save my life'. By asking her to not look at the message, I increased the odds she'd look. I had no choice. If I didn't say anything about it, she'd make an excuse to look and tell herself that I hadn't forbidden her to look. Add to that, she was my racial superior. In her case, this meant she had to look out for my best interest. Oneida nodded and watched me leave. Training with Pamela was hands on this day. I had a wooden blade with a lead core to give me a better feel for the proper weight. Pamela had a meter long wooden rod. She had a miraculous ability to move her baton in a blur yet not hurt my fingers, hand, or wrist. It was very instructional. I was practicing stabbing and a bit of slashing. I left with a sense I'd added something useful to my repertoire. I wasn't calling out Elsa anytime soon; heck, I wasn't calling out Europa, Aya's 13 year old sister either. As we were cleaning up, Pamela noticed my uncertainty. "What is it?" she asked. "Oh, it is that you've resisted the urge to cause me pain," I mused. "Normally, I find Amazons to be very harsh." "That is certainly a common training style here," Pamela nodded. "I chose showing a student how to do things right as opposed to reminding the student what they did wrong." "Good enough. Thanks for treating me like I matter," I grinned. "What makes you think that?" Pamela and I started to leave the little dojo. Note, she didn't say 'assume'. "Trust me, I'm a sperm donor with sex appeal to virtually every other screwy dame in this place," I smirked. "I know the difference between what I see in their eyes and yours," I winked. "Ash Man," Pamela remarked. She zinged me, alright. "My granddaughters talk of you and not in a way I would expect Amazon women to talk about a male." "That and an Egg McMuffin;” I shrugged. "Means you won't die hungry," Pamela shrugged along with me. "This is why I volunteered to teach you; you deserve every chance to go out unconquered." "Do you think I have a chance; of that?" I questioned. "Not really. I didn't think I would ever be talking to a man in my native language again either, so who knows," she added. "Do you think I'm an Ash Man?" I wondered. Male; OKH; again? "I haven't a clue what one is," she rolled her shoulders. "I am neither my House Leader, nor its Keeper of Records." "Oh; what are you then?" I asked. The response she gave didn't make sense. "Cliff-walker? I don't know;” I furrowed my brow. "I am past my useful life yet refuse to take myself to the cliffs," Pamela told me. "I have unfinished business to attend to in this World." "What is that; if that isn't too rude?" I inquired. "A dead man spoke to me. He told me I would never find my way to the halls of my ancestors until I replaced a life for a life," she related. "That's; umm; odd," I suggested. "Cáel, I severed his throat to the spine. Even had he somehow been alive, he could not have spoken. Then there is the matter of speaking the Amazon tongue," Pamela continued. "Did he tell you anything else?" I played along. "No." "How will you know what life you should save; to replace a life for a life?" I searched her out. "He had the most unforgettable emerald green eyes," she filled me in. Just like my eyes. We had stepped into the elevator when she told me that. There were five other Amazons with us. I didn't know any of them. I reached out and put my hand on Pamela's stomach. "Whatever happens to me, and I don't want you to die, or anything; I want you to know you've done what needed to be done," I assured her. Pamela's laugh was so loud, deep and resounding, I was stunned that it came from such a thin frame. "That, my friend, is what being an Amazon is all about," Pamela slapped my back. What she said was wrong in so many ways and the Amazons around us knew it. I wasn't an Amazon and equating me to one of them was insulting to their feminine martial ardor. Also, no Amazon had ever called me a friend and meant it in a non-sexual manner. Things were getting uncomfortable. "Matron," one of the Amazons spoke up, "are you feeling well?" That was a polite way of saying 'have you lost your mind?' "Do you know why there are twenty 'First' Houses?" Pamela addressed me and ignored the others. "Not really. It wasn't in the Havenstone Handbook," I tried to sound innocently curious. "The first Amazon to escape capture came back for the rest," Pamela related. "She was free and if she was recaptured she would have certainly been raped again and most likely killed. She came back because no risk is too great for one's family. Like the first of the Unconquered, you risk everything for the spiritual and physical safety of your sisters." "He is not one of us!" a different Amazon insisted. "How bizarre that none of these crazy bitches can see it," Pamela smiled. "Who are you again?" I gave Pamela a worried look. "A discarded heroine, Cáel," Pamela answered. "I am an embarrassment, an anachronism and an arrogant warrior humbled." Clearly this was part of Havenstone's history I wasn't supposed to be privileged to hear. "You don't date much, do you?" I changed things up. Pamela snorted. "This whole scarred scholar-warrior with a tragic past works better with your moping, 19th century literature-reading college types. Cavemen like me prefer slinky clothing and feigned idiocy." "I'll keep that in mind," Pamela snickered. By the bug-eyed expression of our fellow travelers, Pamela was indeed some kind of heroic figure. She held no position, but her status was undeniable. "How about this: I will forgo taking myself to the cliffs until you give me my first great-granddaughter." "As long as we agree that I'm never going without a condom for the next five years," I counter-offered. "By the way, which two am I going to be surreptitiously avoiding?" "Brielle and Daphne," Pamela appeared amused with my expression. "Holy crap!" I exclaimed. "I really like those two. This is going to be tougher keeping you alive than I thought." "How many more days?" Pamela teased. "67," I groaned as we stepped out onto the Executive Services floor. Technically, I had an hour left of my work-day. "Look on the bright side, our first great-grandchild could be a Son," Pamela joked. Pamela clearly enjoyed 'freaking out' the Normals; the normal Amazon population that is. "That would truly suck," I remarked. "You ladies have zero experience with male names and no boy of mine is going to be named Shirley. Picking the baby boy names is going to be all on me." "How about Augustus?" Pamela suggested. I looked stunned. Buffy, having heard my voice, hopped up from her station and came blazing my way. I hadn't done a damn thing wrong yet she was angry with me. She didn't know Pamela and I hoped to hell I wasn't hitting on; okay, Pamela was a bit odd-looking. I'd still do her. "Cáel," Buffy snapped. "What is going on? Don't you have a job to do; with me?" "Buffy, this is Pamela. She's my knife instructor," I said. "Pamela, this is Buffy DuBois, my (dead word spoken)." Literally in Old Kingdom Hittite that meant 'mountaintop'. Pamela clearly got the implication. Buffy's fury about me slipping into OKH was mitigated by Pamela's appraising look. "Okay," Buffy grumbled. "What was that?" "Pinnacle, peak, highest point, mountaintop," Pamela answered for me. "I would wager it is a term of endearment and praise, but feel free to be offended despite him using the word for my benefit as opposed to yours. He might have incorrectly thought you knew how much he cared for you." Verbal beat down! "Who are you, anyway?" Buffy struggled to be polite. "Pamela Pile," my instructor stated. "I am not employed by Havenstone anymore." "That's not; possible;” Buffy questioned. "She is Brielle's and Daphne's Grandmother, Buffy," I explained. "That's nice," Buffy was less than impressed. "Cáel, take care. Buffy, I know nothing of men, but I know camaraderie and I know you can throw that away as quickly as you earned it," Pamela gave an even stare. "By the way, Pamela, you clearly have never been a kid on a playground," I joked. Buffy was irritated while Pamela was amused. "With a name like Augustus, he's either going to toughen up really fast, or get flattened. Trust me. My name was Cáel aka Cabbage Head all through elementary school." "What did they call you in; middle school? It is middle school, correct?" Pamela inquired. "Yes; middle school. By 6th grade, I was firmly a 'nobody'," I enlightened her. "Hell, my teachers could barely recall who I was. I stayed that way until I graduated high school." "I had asthma as a child," Pamela related. "I barely made it through my 12th year." "What did you do when you; is the term 'casted', or 'choosing a caste?" I posed. "It varies. Sometimes we choose and sometimes the caste chooses us," Pamela answered. "I ended up here, in what is now known as Executive Services." "Great," I grinned. "I bet you were enticed by our intensive training in marshmallow juggling. Am I right?" "Not really," Pamela grew serious. "I came here so I could build obstacle courses for kittens. It is an unappreciated melding of animal conditioning and engineering." I was really liking Pamela. She was like a kindred spirit in this madhouse. "Speaking of 'animal conditioning', Cáel, we need to get to work," Buffy huffed and off I went. We finished up, had our after-work meeting and began to head-out for the day. "Daphne, I met your grandmother; nice lady," I told my 'new hire' buddy. "Really, what was she doing here?" Daphne smiled affectionately. I need to wear a dead rat around my neck; the deader the better. "She is teaching me how to knife fight," I told her. Her not knowing that was odd. "Oh; I didn't know she did that," Daphne frowned. "She worked in Executive Services," I said. That appeared news to Daphne as well. "I thought that was why you joined." "Katrina," Daphne looked to our boss, "was my grandmother in the (dead word spoken) service?" That word roughly meant 'darkness of night' in OKH, but like so many things in a 'dead' language, interpretation could be sketchy. "She was before my time," Katrina nodded. "I do recall her legacy though." "What did she do? Normally I wouldn't care, except Pamela is a laugh riot," I smirked. "She was the most lethal Amazon assassin of the 20th century," Katrina stated deadpan. "Grans?" Daphne gasped. "She's always been so odd; I mean nice." "What happened to her?" I muttered. "I don't know," Katrina mused. "She came back from her last mission then took herself to the cliffs. A few weeks later she returned with no explanation for that either." "Well crap," I groaned. "She's never going to forgive me for that 'wet willy' (getting a fingertip slick with your saliva then sticking it in an opponent's ear). I'm a goner." Daphne play-punched me. We all heard the subsonic rumbling from the door. According to Buffy, she was the only one allowed to cause me physical discomfort and resented Daphne horning in on 'her turf'. Buffy had a new weapon in her arsenal this afternoon. "Your (dead word spoken) wants you to come here," Buffy snapped. Even Katrina looked at her in some confusion. "I was told that was a good thing," Buffy sizzled. "It most likely interpreted as 'most prized', or 'most esteemed'," Tigger translated. "Precisely it means 'mountaintop'." Buffy stuck out her chin proudly. "Cáel, I believe I made my desire clear," she commanded. "No can do McGiggles Sissy-pants," I grimaced, "I have a date tonight that precludes me from me being overly bruised; again." I was heading for the door, leading the 'new hires' out of Katrina's office. "I know you like laugh at death, Cáel," Dora snickered, "but I'm not sure the rictus of death counts." "I've got that covered, Dora," I actually brushed up against Buffy. "I'm having a laugh track installed in my urn." "Who says they'll ever find your body?" Buffy moved rapidly at my side. "Whoa; cannibalism. Where I come from, normally the guy eats the girl," I joked. "With you, Buffy, I'm never quite certain of our gender roles. I'm still terrified of letting you snuggle up from behind." "I hate you," Buffy growled. She wasn't upset. Her eyes were dancing with laughter. "What are you going to do when he is relocated?" Fabiola murdered the mood. "Blame you," Buffy glared at Fabiola. "I'm so scared," Fabiola mocked Buffy. "Fabiola, don't be like that," I moped. "You have such full, plump lips that clearly know how to take hold of a problem and work it through. Your thighs are the product of diligent effort on your part and I'm sure that when you grapple with an opponent, no one can break that fearful hold." "I'm sure anything your hands touch, you don't release until you've milked every ounce of life out of your target. You are truly a complete woman," I concluded. The elevator doors opened and we flooded out. Oneida was waiting for me. Buffy began laughing so hard she couldn't keep up. "What is it?" Oneida looked to Buffy. "That is the most obtuse description of fellatio, fucking and a hand job I've ever heard," Buffy wheezed. "Fabiola, he called you a whore and you can never prove it." Okay, I didn't call her a whore; money was never mentioned. Oneida looked distressed. "Oneida, Fabiola insinuated that Cáel would be relocated soon," Daphne came to the rescue. I still had something to take care of. "I knew I forgot something," I realized. "Buffy, can you hold my jacket?" I handed it to her. She examined it then dropped it to the ground. I shrugged then kept stripping. "Cáel?" Oneida worried. "I don't have my biking clothes on," I pointed out. "We can't go biking unless I'm dressed in my biking clothes." Was Oneida still upset about me stripping in public? No. She was about to spend time with me because she mistakenly perceived me to be a good guy. My bike trip with Oneida to a neutral halfway point proved that while Oneida was in good shape, she wasn't a cyclist. Cycling emphasized an unusual muscle sequence, so if you don't cycle much, it shows. I stuck close to her. Not only did it endear me to Oneida, it kept our two shadows at a safe distance so they didn't impinge on their princess's joyful mood. I sent Oneida on her way, got home and immediately started making adjustments to my night's plans. First I had to deal with Libra. I got into an argument with her. I insisted she should wear only jeans, a t-shirt with no bra, and comfortable shoes. Libra was furious. She wanted to go clubbing and look hot; preferably enticing some guys to make me jealous. She certainly wasn't going to come giftwrapped for an easy screw. She wasn't that kind of girl. She didn't like that I was that kind of guy. I insisted that I was the kind of guy who was fascinated with her. I was also happy that Brooke had gotten us back together; you know Brooke, the girl I had fucked to help her get over Felix then refused to sleep with so I could be with Libra. I was blistered and lambasted. I also got my way. I also got to see Libra embrace the ogling her attire earned her in my working class neighborhood as we walked around and talked. "Everyone is staring at my breasts," Libra whispered to me after a bit. She wanted to make me think she was unhappy while her nipples were excited and she was relishing the turning heads. Brooke was better looking, in my opinion, but Libra was definitely a girl who shouldn't walk around without a bra. Her breast are really shapely, large and firm, possibly her best attribute. We were hanging around an authentic Italian pizza joint, Libra against the wall, face to face with me. Without warning, I slipped my hand down, popped her jeans button open and unzipped her pants. "Cáel!" she hissed. Yum, Libra had gone panty-less as well. "Cáel," she repeated. Libra tried to stop my fingers from exploring. She was hampered by her desire to not make a scene while I was insistent. Nice sexy jeans are not only nice and sexy, they hug the hips. This meant I could peel the front of her pants open and work two fingers past her pubic hair to her puffy lips. "Stop," she whimpered. I didn't. I slipped a finger between her labia and she was moist and steamy. I wiggled a finger inside with no effort. "No one will see us," I murmured into Libra's ear. I wiggled my finger in deeper. "You are horrible," she moaned quietly. Her hands started out on my shoulders. A few seconds later, she migrated her arms down. I wasn't positive where she was going with that until she hooked her thumbs into her pants and slid them farther down. "Get it over with," she mumbled. She followed that up with tender kisses to my neck. Her moving her pants down allowed me to move a second finger in. All of that was a prelude. With my two slick fingers, I searched up for her clitoris. She (a clit is definitely a 'she') was hungering for my contact and offered up her tenderness to my attention. Libra's hand began clawing my abdomen through my shirt. Her nasal breathing was becoming ragged, so I eased off on the tempo my stimulation. I wasn't going to bring Libra to an embarrassing public display of sexual release. It took her a few seconds to figure out I wasn't teasing her, but shielding her from an uncontrolled release. "You are mean," her eyes blazed with lust as I sucked my fingers clean of her vaginal secretions. "Kiss me, or I swear to God I'm going to take you on one of these tables," I referred to the small tables the pizza parlor had for diners. Now Libra looked sultry and in charge. She rubbed her hips against my erection, appeared to contemplate her options and deigned to give me a kiss. It was barely a French kiss. Just enough to remind me I had taken advantage of her person and was being punished with pleasure. The box with the pizza slices barely made the toss to the sofa as Libra and I grappled with one another, yanking off our clothes and staggered to my bedroom. "You are going to fuck me so good for all the hell you've put me through," Libra erotically demanded. Ma'am, yes Ma'am. Prepared to do my duty, Ma'am. I decided to do something new for Libra. Trust me, you develop a sense for what sexual deviancies your sex partner has broached. This helps you figure out what they'd like to explore. That leads you to worrying about your partner's sexual history, but is a story for another time. "Hey!" Libra squawked as I handcuffed her left wrist. I wasn't done. With her right wrist beside her left, I looped the chain around a bar in the headboard and snared her other limb. "Motherfu;” she got out before I smothered her with a lip-lock. She put her teeth on my tongue then decided not to chew it off. I broke off the kiss. "Now you are going to do whatever I want you to," I gloated. "Scream, the cops come and you end up splashed all over the society page." Most likely a lie. "I'll never," she snarled as I rammed my dick in to the hilt. "Ah; you bastard," she grunted. Now I picked up my pace. Except having her hands bound, Libra was clearly getting into it. Right before climax, I eased off. Libra whined piteously. "Not yet," I murmured. When I repositioned her in doggy-style, my cock got back to work. This time, I alternated seriously deep cock-thrusts (not pounding) with spanking. Libra went wild; one of her most intense orgasms yet. Libra should have realized two things: my neighbors knew by now and the screams my bedmates generated, and Libra herself was truly an Angelic choir of erotic gratitude. "That; that; that was intense," Libra gasped. She was all sweat and electric; tired yet begging for more. "It gets better," I promised her as I freed her up. Given two minutes to rebound, I rolled over onto my back at her side. The cuffs were handed over and I placed my hands over my head. Libra's countenance was an explosion of thermal desire and numerous unanticipated opportunities. She straddled me, strung me up then; left. Huh? Libra didn't go far. She noticed my 'goodie' box which I had left nonchalantly available when we first tumbled in. What she pulled out didn't make me jump for joy; an ostrich feather, lube and a body wand (imagine a small mace, except the head is actually a vibrating ball). "So, you've done this before?" I questioned. "There is a ball-gag in there. Shut-up, behave, or I'll put it on you," Libra gave me a saucy threat. I nodded. Libra settled in beside me, worked the wand controls then rolled it along my stomach. "To answer your question; no, I've never used anything like this before, but I've wanted to. Now I have a delectable, helpless male with tons of stamina laid out before me." "This is going to be so much fun," she squealed with delight. "Maybe I should call Brooke?" She wasn't soliciting my opinion, just thinking aloud. She called Brooke who begged Libra for the chance to come over and help out. Libra promised Brooke could 'next time'. After that came the feather tickles, lubing up my cock, a hand job and finally using the wand on my cockhead until she shattered my resolve and I ejaculated. Libra licked all my creamy cum up, keeping eye contact through most of the process. For thirty seconds she left me with the sneaking suspicion she was going for round two. She freed me, gave me a good series of kisses then dropped down to bring my penis back to attention. That accomplish, Libra rolled my condom on, mounted me and slowly squirmed down my rod while mesmerizing me with her eyes. "Oh," she purred, "you are so, so bad." I sat up so that I was eye-level with her chin. Libra laid her forearms languidly over my shoulders, while mine deftly cupped each ass. "Does this mean you are breaking up with me?" I gave her my best puppy dog eyes. Libra made that squichy-angry play face. I was teasing and she knew I was teasing. "Do I have to hand-cuff you again?" Libra snickered. I slipped my right hand farther back and down. Using the liberal amount of lube Libra had lavished on my penis, I slicked up my forefinger and picked her sphincter. Libra gave a quick intake of breath. "For the sake of your backside, that might be wise," I teased right back. Libra pouted. "Are going to ream my poor, abused Henie?" she moped deceptively. Rule One plus the addendum; make the girl happy. If you make the girl happy, she'll figure out what makes you happy and do it for you. I lifted Libra up until my cock flopped out of her. It didn't take her two seconds. Her hand found my cock, pointed it up and steered it into her asshole with zero need for encouragement. "I can't believe you are making me do this," she groaned as her sphincter parted and my glans slipped in. I wasn't rushing things. I certainly wasn't coercing Lira in anyway either. She certainly relished my upper body strength that allowed me to match her pace in penetrating her. Once Libra was fully impaled, I rocked us over so that she lay on her back with her knees touching her breasts. A casual, relaxed screw followed. Yes, I could have pounded Libra and she would have loved it, except she was here for more than a series of orgasms. She wanted some kind of confirmation there was an 'us'. She hadn't wanted a relationship when we first met, or even after our first fuck. I was a hook-up; nothing more. The post-Felix episode with Brooke had changed that. I was far from acceptable, but more than a random fuck. Our status had become an enigma to her thus my approach with the soft anal fuck. I could certainly be a late night booty call, salvaging a bad night and making it good. This was a 'take him out for a weekend as a friend' change of events. I was still not in the clubhouse. Thirty minutes in bedroom while 'changing to go down to the pool with her other friends' they'd all know why she'd brought me along. Had Libra forgotten I was a Pound Puppy of the worst sort? Yes, but I felt no desire to remind her. We'd revisit the issue during that first weekend; guaranteed. Libra kept up a quiet bit of banter for a few minutes. Her words were meaningless. Her tonal quality was what I was paying attention to. I kept up a conversation which I would never recall. It is an art form; coherent babbling. My partner's words faded away into groans and grunts. "Ready?" I rumbled my hunger for her wantonness. Libra nodded once, hesitated then nodded several times vigorous

Coach starts the final hour of the show talking to Keith Kinder, the coach of Mishawaka talks about their win over Northwood, final score 22-21. They talk about how close the game was, and how the Cavemen came back and won with hardly any time left. Brian Dugger, head coach of Martinsville joins the show to talk about their nail-biting win over Greenwood, 35-31. Paul Condry of Indiana Football Digest calls in and gives a recap of the Valpo 28-21 win over Chesterton. David Deaton of WKLO calls in to recap North Harrison's 8-7 win over Madison. Steve Kolb of WAXL calls in to talk about Heritage Hills 38-24 win over Evansville Memorial. Fred Inegar of East Noble Radio joined to give a recap of East Noble's 38-0 win over Fort Wayne Dwenger. Rob Blackman of Purdue joins the show to talk about their 72-50 win over Northern Kentucky. Nathaniel Finch of Indiana High School Sports.com rounds out the show talking about Decatur Central's 35-7 over Plainfield. See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Cáel's tombstone: For the love of women, women put him here.In 25 parts, edited from the works of FinalStand.Listen and subscribe to the ► Podcast at Connected..

In this episode of Afrobeats Intelligence, Joey sits down with Nigerian Afrobeats superstar CKay as he takes us through the journey behind his new album, EMOTIONS. Popularly known for breaking global barriers with his 2019 smash hit “Love Nwantiti,” CKay returns with a fresh perspective, diving deep into the highs and lows of fame, heartbreak, and personal growth. We talk about the influence of his Igbo heritage, his favorite collaboration with The Cavemen. on “Addicted” and how he's harnessed highlife to tell stories that connect beyond borders.Reflecting on his viral success and his more private personality within the industry, CKay opens up about taking a step back, re-grounding himself in Nigeria, and creating an album that's both deeply personal and universally resonant. Join us as CKay shares the struggles, the wins, and the vibes that make EMOTIONS an unfiltered look at the soul behind the stardom. Tune in for an intimate, no-holds-barred conversation about music, culture, and what it takes to find yourself amidst it all.___Season 3, Episode 14. Afrobeats Intelligence.Subscribe to Afrobe4ts Intelligence Newsletter: https://t.co/brjUmSwWWaListen to Afrobeats Intelligence Podcast: https://afrobeatsintelligence.podlink.to/New-EpisodesSOCIALSInstagram: https://www.instagram.com/afrobeatsintel/?hl=enX: https://x.com/AfrobeatsIntelJoey's X: https://x.com/JoeyAkanJoey's Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/joeyakan/?hl=en

The Cavemen are heading into their final regular season game with a 4-5 record. They will face the Hobbs Eagles at Ralph Bowyer Stadium in Carlsbad with every expectation to finish the game with a win. Can they do it?   Presented by CNB Bank Produced by All Sports Best

This week's show is the first of a 2 part Halloween special, so get ready for some suitable songs from Mothra Slapping Orchestra, The Cavemen, Beebe Gallini, Jsqrd & The Mixed Up Zombies, Zombina & The Skeletones, Bloodmoney, Why Bother, Vicious Dreams and Hood Rats.Voice of Jeff, Comedy Suburbs, Trump, Tony has your Facebook comments, Skype issues, Wilhelm Scream, last week, Blackpool gig, Bolton, Sumac, lodgers, Tony's International Gig Guide, Dammit Records, this week, work work work, lodger, Halloween, no Izzatwat this week, Bad Bingo and a reminder of the ways you can listen.Song 1: Mothra Slapping Orchestra – Lost My BrainSong 2: The Cavemen – Night of the DemonSong 3: Beebe Gallini – She HulkSong 4: Jsqrd & The Mixed Up Zombies – Do The Wilhelm ScreamSong 5: Zombina & The Skeletones – Don't Kick My CoffinSong 6: Bloodmoney - GrimSong 7: Why Bother – Chasing The SkullSong 8: Vicious Dreams - TombSong 9: Hood Rats – Join A Cult

What if running farther wasn't about speed, but strategy?In this episode, we dive into the essential strategies to keep you running stronger and longer, without the burnout. Learn the time-tested techniques that focus on stamina over speed, including how to prevent injuries, fuel your body effectively, and make the right adjustments in your routine. These tips will help you push through barriers and become a more resilient runner, all while feeling fresher on every run. Whether you're preparing for your first marathon or just want to improve your daily runs, these strategies are your foundation for long-term success.Get your free run farther 1% better each day for 30 days guide here Timestamps & Learnings[00:00] Cavemen and aerobic base[01:39] #1 PRACTICE RUNNING SLOW[02:12] #2 USE THE TALK TEST[03:48] #3 FIND A RACE AND/OR JOIN A CLUB[04:28] 8 MORE KEY STEPS THAT WILL WORK EVEN BETTER[05:19] #4 STRENGTH TRAINING[06:47] #5 FOOTWEAR[08:01] #6 DIET & NUTRITION[09:38] #7 RECOVERY STRATEGIES[11:04] #8 CROSS TRAINING[12:02] #9 TRACK PROGRESS[12:42] #10 FOLLOW THE 10% RULE[13:48] #11 MENTAL STRATEGIES AND DEALING WITH A SETBACK[15:11] FINAL THOUGHTSLinks & LearningsGet your free run farther 1% better each day for 30 days guide here The One Percent Better Runner NewsletterEverything You need to know about Base Zone 2 Aerobic Running ToolkitDaren DLake on InstagramJames Dunn on how to run far without tiringRun Strength Training Toolkit5 zone vs 3 zone HR training explainedCan a new or experienced runner out run a bad dietWhy rest, sleep and recovery are so importantMindfulness and getting 1% better each day/month/year Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Episode 34 of the CrackerMilk podcast. This episode features Connor McDuff, Tamara McGlaughlin, Emily Kristopher and Elias De Weger. Produced by Lachlan 'Goob' Kristofer.

The big question going into Week 9 for the Cavemen: Can we make the playoffs? Coach Sanders lets us know what would put the Cavemen in for sure, how they managed an extra week off, and some stand out play by RJ Hernandez!   Presented by CNB Bank Produced by All Sports Best

Discover more Sincerely Accra!Chris Attoh - The Star, The Myth, The Legend! Over 20 years in the media and acting space across Africa and the world! Joseph and Chris walk down memory lane, as they explore what it takes to be one of Africa's best actor and media personality. Lights, Camera, Action!Song CreditsIntro MusicOshe – Reynolds The Gentleman ft. FRA.Music CloserPuff Puff - M.anifeat ft The Cavemen., FleaA GCR Production - Africa's Premiere Podcast Networ

Did "cavemen" truly make homes out of caves? It turns out, our ancestors were constantly on the move.

The gang discusses a number of topics including the mysterious ancient city of Gobekli Tepe, found high in the mountains of Turkey, that is more than 20,000 years old. Also, an interview with Laurie Jo Litton, former employee of the National Geospatial Intelligence Agency, the most secret government service in the United States, a visit from the Ghost Sisters and ten reasons why Agent X loves Halloween.

The Cavemen have been able to outperform the win column from last year with 3 games remaining in the season. Lennon and Colton believe that each of their wins came from one superstitious tradition before games. Lennon and Colton are the first sophomores to join the "Coach's Show." These two impact players have put in lots of work to start at the varsity level and they have their sights set on collegiate athletics. Presented by CNB Bank Produced by All Sports Best

The Cavemen picked up their first district win with a huge 56-8 beatdown of Clovis. Now, they are looking to take care of business at home for their second straight district win. Coach Widener joined the show and gave us the story of how he ended up in Carlsbad to take over as the Cavemen DC. Also, what would Coach Sanders be willing to do to guarantee a state championship...   Presented by CNB Bank Produced by All Sports Best

The Cavemen travel to Clovis, New Mexico to take on the 0-3 Wildcats. Coach Sanders and Coach Millar joined the show to tell us how they keep their team locked in when their opponents are seemingly on a down year. We also discuss special teams, the renewed Cavemen Football culture, and much more. Presented by CNB Bank Produced by All Sports Best  

Kason Perez has already broken two game records this year and tied a third. Bobby Castenada has broken the "Most Receiving Yards In A Game" record as well. They both have seen a huge amount of growth from last year in terms of chemistry, skill, and strength to lead the Cavemen offense. Carlsbad has geared up for the 4-0 Centennial Hawks on a short week in Las Cruces and the boys give us their pre-game plans, favorite things, and role models, plus more! Presented by CNB Bank Produced by All Sports Best

Send us a textIn this episode of topless talks with Nova, Nova talks about what's been going on in her life, and also explores the history of humans, starting from 4 million years ago.Whether you find this topic interesting or not, Nova makes it funny, interesting and sexy all at the same time. She discusses whether cavemen (from any and all time periods) had acne and/or kinky sex. What topic will be next?

It's Homecoming Week! Bonfires, Powder Puff Games, Dances, and more fill up the week, but Coach Sanders carved out time to jump on the podcast yet again. The Cavemen have put up 89 points in the last two games and have taken some records along the way. Last week's fight against Lovington was an eye-opener for Carlsbad fans and the Cavemen hope to keep rolling offensively as they face the Cibola Cougars out of Albuquerque. Coach discusses adjustments, how the team is feeling about their performances so far, Cibola's UPS colors, and more. Presented by CNB Bank Produced by All Sports Best

This week at Ralph Bowyer Stadium, the Cavemen will face the #1 ranked Lovington Wildcats as they try to secure their second win of the season. Coach Sanders has confidence in the Cavemen to put on a good performance in their first game in Carlsbad and ride the momentum from the win against Goddard. We discuss improvements, Lovington's athleticism, and more! Presented by CNB Bank Produced by All Sports Best  

The Mr. Mac Utah County Player of the Week for Week 2 of the 2024 Utah High School football season was American Fork High School quarterback David Gaisford, who led the Cavemen to their first win of the season over West High School.

The Cavemen look to bounce back after a tough loss in Artesia on Week One. Coach Sanders is confident in his players' mental ability to take on Week Two in Roswell against the Goddard Rockets. He discusses the Sunday after a big rival loss, what he doesn't want to see in a player, referees out of position, and much more. The Cavemen will be playing on Thursday at 6 PM as they try to even out their record to 1-1. Carlsbad beat Goddard 27-19 in last year's matchup, but know that this won't be an easy task...   Produced by All Sports Best Presented by CNB Bank

This week on the podcast we ask a very simple question: Who would win in a fight, cavemen or astronauts? I feel like that's enough of a hook that right now you already have lots of opinions on this, and you can bet Theo and Will do too! Tune in to hear us discuss stealing an Olympic baby and how the weight of visitors is changing tourism in Japan. Will also brings a wild story of a Norwegian espionage operation, and Theo has some posts from Am I the Asshole in which one man explodes his whole family dynamic while at a baby shower. Email us at segmentcitypodcast@gmail.com Twitter: https://twitter.com/SegmentCity Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCtOxbiSIX1NlSrNMLSqzFqQ  

I don't know that it's an eternal one, but courtesy of Joss Whedon and Angel it is a debate - one that Mark and John bisect, trisect, and just all around sect. It turns out, as you might expect, to be a complicated question.

Coach Cale Sanders begins his second year as the head coach for the Carlsbad Cavemen football team with a game against the back-to-back state champion Bulldogs of Artesia. We discuss illegal football drills, the best feeling as a coach, the current team leaders, what to expect from Artesia, and much more. Can the Cavemen man a strong statement in Artesia on Friday? We'll find out. Presented by CNB Bank Produced by All Sports Best #highschoolfootball #nmaa #newmexico #carlsbadcavemen #artesiabulldogs

Down with Social Media! Up with speaking with your mates down the pub. This week we carry on moving forward in this most wonderful of worlds and bring you nine smashing tracks from Citric Dummies, Dix, Rotten Cotton Candy, Angela Tini, The Cavemen, The Budget Boozers, New Town Centres and The Anti-Queens.Voice of Jeff, Comedy Suburbs, Dammit, Tony has your Facebook comments, scraping the bottom of the barrel, last week, cancelled gig, Olympics closing ceremony, cricket, cancelled room, not really from the vaults, Tony's International Gig Guide, Nutty Nottingham, this week, estate agents, studio with the Babys, eBow controversy, New Town Centres, no Izzatwat, quizzing, Tony's social skills have gotten worse and a reminder of the ways you can listen.Song 1: Citric Dummies – Trapped In A Parking GarageSong 2: Dix – Fractal SandSong 3: Rotten Cotton Candy – Punk CartelSong 4: Angela Tini – Come On DownSong 5: The Cavemen – Personal WWIIISong 6: The Budget Boozers - DignitySong 7: New Town Centres – Sir DancealotSong 8: New Town Centres - BacalaoSong 9: The Anti-Queens – Apocalypse She

Could meditation ever be harmful? Darren examines the evidence to determine if meditation, which can have many benefits, might sometimes have a negative impact on people's lives. Adam looks at the idea of cavemen and wonders if, as their name suggests, that they really spent all that much time in caves.