Podcasts about Class president

AITA for refusing and ungrateful to take a 1,000+ gift from my partner cause I'll like cooking AITA for refusing to give up my bedroom for my niece and nephew? AITA for not opening the door to unannounced family visitors? AITA for refusing to move beds in a hostel in the middle of the night? AITA for telling off my Class President & refusing to cooperate because she enlisted me into a school event without my consent? AITA for telling a coworker about another coworker's dietary restriction? AITA for not consulting my sister-in-law to schedule my wedding in 15 months? AITA for asking my neighbor to pay for damages his trampoline caused? AITA? I splurged and bought me something after my wife told me no. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Joe Jesse Owens, III, DVM, is an accomplished Doctor of Veterinary Medicine, inventor, business owner, and dynamic public speaker with a career dedicated to advancing animal health and inspiring others. Born in Marlboro, MA, and raised in Durham, NC, Owens grew up alongside three sisters and credits his parents, Joe Owens, Jr, and Sharon Owens, DVM, as his biggest inspirations for pursuing veterinary medicine. He is a proud graduate of Tuskegee University, where he earned a B.S. in Animal Science (2008) and a DVM (2012). During his time at Tuskegee, he excelled academically and served in key leadership roles, including Class President, SCAVMA President, and as Mr. Tuskegee University (2007-2008). Owens began his veterinary career in Las Vegas, gaining expertise across various fields, including relief work, shelter medicine, emergency care, private practice, and corporate day practice. By 2016, he transitioned into practice ownership, co-owning three successful animal hospitals in Nevada (two day practices and one emergency hospital) with his college colleague, Johnathan Snead, DVM.  As an innovator, Owens invented Enjoy-A-Bowl, the first appetite-stimulating bowl for pets, helping improve dietary compliance and addressing feeding challenges for pets with medical or dietary needs. In 2017, he pitched Enjoy-A-Bowl on Steve Harvey's Funderdome, securing $50,000 in seed funding. In addition to his entrepreneurial ventures, Owens is the co-founder of Cosmic Development LLC, an investment property company, and contributes to pet welfare through initiatives like Two By Two Pet Venture and But I Love My Pet. A sought-after mentor, Owens travels to veterinary schools to inspire and guide future veterinarians. Outside of work, Owens enjoys spending time with his wife, Leticia, their 2 toddlers, Mekhi and Nyilah, and their 12-year-old Australian Shepherd mix, Que. He is passionate about fitness, gaming, and exploring the world.

Frank wraps up the show talking about covering the election in schools. He is also joined by Noam Laden for News You Can Use.  Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

As always you can find Christian on Twitter/Instagram @thechrisespinal Josh @jdcole_37 and Brian @bdotesp! follow the show on Twitter/Instagram @newjumpcity. Check out Brian's Twitch Stream here! Our theme song is by @drum_fu. Watch the video version of this episode on our YouTube channel here!

Effrom Ramierez had a birthday yesterday. He played Pedro who ran for Class President in this movie about a strange dude that feeds ham to his pet llama, Tina  and LOVES tator tots.  What's the movie? 

Devin and Sarah begin their Idaho Journey by visiting Kenny and Andrea's family in Nampa. Devin felt that Kenny's episode was so short, he deserved a part 2. Also, Devin had forgotten to take a picture with Kenny when they met previously, so that was another good excuse.Devin jumps right into it by sharing memories that he collected from Kenny's father and siblings. We learn more about his 3rd grade incident, his seizures, but also how he became Class President, his crazy campaign speech, how he "Broke his face" while skiing, and that he played Linus in the school play. Kenny shares a scary but inspiring story of how a part of their home almost burned down.Kenny shares his love and appreciation for the podcast, and Devin shares his appreciation at Kenny's appreciation. They end the episode with a reminder about "The Big One" (Andersen Family Reunion) in two years, as well as an update with using Annie as a gestational carrier.Support this podcast at — https://redcircle.com/my-99-cousins/donations

Lara Trump—Co-Chair of the Republican National Committee—joins The Rich Zeoli Show and hilariously begins the conversation by saying she's sorry to hear the show had to broadcast from the DNC Convention this week. Trump also responds to Kamala Harris's unpopular “price gouging” proposal: “I have never heard something crazier. It really felt to me a little bit like she was running for class president or something and not president of the United States…just point her in the direction of the teleprompter and she'll say literally anything on there.”

Stories of a surprise kiss that left a guy perplexed about what to do next, an unkempt beard that caused one individual to rush to Reddit for help, a husband's plight to bond with his unborn child despite his wife seemingly pushing him away, and a Class President that went above and beyond to make sure his classmates felt valued. Wyatt and Adrianna discuss the various aspects of communication in relationships. We are now on Reddit! Feel free to share positive stories, hopeful news articles, or topics you'd like us to cover at https://www.reddit.com/r/upliftpositivestories/ and we may feature them in a future podcast episode! You can also email them to us at upliftingpositivestories@gmail.com. Join the conversation on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/groups/1124919431985231/ Link to the "High school president writes notes thanking fellow seniors — 180 of them" Article: https://apnews.com/article/thank-you-notes-graduation-massachusetts-a9722d8ad14a1638c283e9690d07f045 Link to the r/bestofpositiveupdates Subreddit: https://www.reddit.com/r/bestofpositiveupdates/ Link to the r/BestofRedditorUpdates Subreddit: https://www.reddit.com/r/BestofRedditorUpdates/  

Listen in as we talk with recent veterinary graduate Dr. Alexia Mazzarella, as she shares the pros and cons of starting veterinary school during COVID, and the benefits she has experienced from a non-typical veterinary path.    This episode covers how she managed to learn anatomy online, became fast friends with a roommate, and then finding out she didn't have the necessary educational knowledge for the NAVLE. Alexia takes us inside her journey as a leader in her class, and finding her way to overcome struggles.    As always, we want to hear from YOU. Please share your thoughts by sending an email or joining the conversation.   GUEST BIO: Alexia Mazzarella, DVM, cVMA Alexia graduated from Michigan State University this past May in the Class of 2024. While at MSU, she served as the 2024 Class President all four years and was very involved with SAVMA, serving on the Executive Board for 2 years as the Veterinary Economics Officer. It was through these experiences that she developed a passion for organized veterinary medicine and serving her community. Her veterinary interests include soft tissue and orthopedic surgery, acupuncture, rehab, and palliative care, especially for geriatric patients.  Her goals right now include a ABVP residency path and ultimately working in a high-volume General Practice setting. In her free time, Alexia loves checking out local gym classes, hiking, biking, kayaking, and visiting the local Farmer's Markets. Alexia just moved to Apex, NC with her fiancé  to start a rotating internship in July. She is excited to share her story with the VIN Foundation and hopes she can bring comfort to others who may have experienced similar circumstances!    LINKS AND INFORMATION: Student American Veterinary Medical Association (SAVMA): https://www.avma.org/membership/SAVMA Veterinary Business Management Association (VBMA): https://vbma.biz/ NAVLE VIN/VIN Foundation course: https://www.vin.com/navle VIN Foundation Vets4Vets®: https://vinfoundation.org/v4v   Get updates to stay tuned for the VIN Foundation webinars on student debt.  You may learn more about the VIN Foundation, on the website, or join the conversation on Facebook, Instagram, or LinkedIn. If you like this podcast, we would appreciate it if you follow and share. As always, we welcome feedback. If you have an idea for a podcast episode, we'd love to hear it!

Matt had a very foreboding dream about CJ and the radio awards season. Will the friendship and show survive? Support the show: https://www.101x.com/cjSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Hello there! Welcome to Professor Jacob's 175th lesson on Pokémon biology. Today's class is all about Togepi: the Spike Ball Pokémon. Did you think this was a Kanto Pokémon? Yeah, us too. This fairy type is a teeny little egg baby that absorbs the positive vibes of others and shares them to those who need it most. Because of this, many people believe Togepi is a sign of good luck. So if you're planning on gambling at a casino, bring a Togepi! And students, voting for the next Class President officially ends at midnight tonight! ►Support the Professor's class on Patreon: patreon.com/wwopokemon ►Join our Discord:⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ https://discord.gg/Jc5P2Mk6Ru⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ ►Other Social Media:⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ https://linktr.ee/wwopokemon

Hello there! Welcome to Professor Jacob's 174th lesson on Pokémon biology. And this lesson is all about Igglybuff: the Balloon Pokémon and pre-evolved form of Jigglypuff. This round baby loves to sing! But Igglybuff can't go for too long or it'll start to hurt. Baby vocal chords can't handle much. And students, voting for the next Class President continues for one more week - click the 3rd link below to vote! ►Support the Professor's class on Patreon: patreon.com/wwopokemon ►Join our Discord:⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ https://discord.gg/Jc5P2Mk6Ru⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ ►Other Social Media:⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ https://linktr.ee/wwopokemon

We're back with our second episode of the month to talk about connecting with people so that you will have clients throughout 2024. We call it filling your pipeline. Many of us focus on getting business. If we can spend time connecting with people with purpose, there generally will be a more steady flow of clients throughout the year. Did you apply anything you've learned from the first episode already? We would love to hear what worked for you! Our email address is in the show notes.   In this episode, we will look at the difference between online leads and live leads and a few marketing tips. February's guest is Janet Judd. She's a 2022 REBAC Hall of Fame recipient, Missouri Real Estate Commissioner, former President of the Missouri Association of REALTORS®, and she has won a number of awards in the business. She is going to give you real actionable tips to help you fill your buyer pipeline for 2024. [3:08] Excellent content on your site makes the difference. Janet gives some great recommendations.    [4:37] Janet hangs on to hits because they picked her. Respond promptly when they contact you. Janet suggests you host virtual tours and webinars on your site. [7:08] Janet pays the website professionals for content, SEO, and marketing of her site.    [10:25] Janet advertises in a neighborhood magazine to 55,000 homes a month. That's generated a few calls that she puts in her pipeline to send a monthly postcard.    [16:47] When her leads start responding more conversationally to her texts or emails, Janet knows it's time to set up a phone call with them to slowly but surely reel them in.   [18:46] Make sure you have testimonials on your website. Ask your clients for a testimonial right at the closing.    [20:29] Janet is a worker bee. She volunteers and works hard. Active listening is one of Janet's superpowers. If you can do that, it makes all the difference.   [22:13] Janet carries a wire-bound index card file in her purse to record notes about new contacts. For Janet, Top Producer is her “second brain.” Find your “second brain” that creates a flow.   [31:30] Be a resource. It creates credibility, trust, and an emotional connection. People decide with their emotions. The educational approach is her focus, now.   [33:50] I'm going to encourage our listeners to go back and listen to Part 1 of this conversation if they haven't already where Janet talks about her system of keeping up with leads and clients.   [34:55] Some states allow incentives or inducements, some do not. Check your state law before offering one.   [36:08] Some agents hold R.S.V.P.-only open houses as a security issue and let only one person come in at a time. Don't share your personal information online.   [38:08] Janet's last word: “You need consistent, excellent service to your existing clients. That's what's going to keep you in the business. … Whatever you do, autograph it with excellence.    [39:11] My favorite takeaway from Part 2 was the reminder that everything we do to improve our visibility will cost us time or money. What was your favorite tip from the 2nd episode? If you missed the first episode about great ways to connect with people in real-time, head back and hear Janet's tips to get started.   [40:25] We're going to be having several months of episodes focusing on tools to help you communicate more clearly, set excellent expectations, and create great experiences. What classes are you planning to take to improve your business? Go to Learning.realtor to find lots of live, virtual, and online classes. Join us in March for more ways to improve your business model and to think a little bit differently. Thanks for joining us! Make some calls, tighten up your system, go out there, and sell some houses! Tweetables:   “You also want to have a call to action on your website so that they know what to do. For me is just ‘Call JJ.' Call Janet Judd.” — Janet Judd   “I truly believe the old ways are coming back again. So print media could be coming back. So I started doing that.” — Janet Judd   “It has to be ‘Janet-proof.' That means I can't break it, it's easy to learn, it's intuitive, I can get to it on my phone, and get that information that I need, right away … before I call them, and get all those notes.” — Janet Judd   “If I can get them on a phone call, I can usually get them.” — Janet Judd   Guest Links: Jane Judd on LinkedIn NARRPR.com REALTOR® Property Resource   Slydial American Greetings digital cards Top Producer® NAR Library Building a Second Brain: A Proven Method to Organize Your Digital Life and Unlock Your Creative Potential, by Tiago Forte   NAR Resource Links NAR.realtor/technologyABR® SRS   Additional Links: Microcourses found at Learning.REALTOR. Use the coupon code PODCAST to obtain 15% off the price of any microcourse!   crdpodcast@nar.realtor Crdpodcast.REALTOR Learning.REALTOR — for NAR Online Education Training4RE.com — List of Classroom Courses from NAR and its affiliates CRD.REALTOR — List of all courses offered   Host Information: Monica Neubauer Speaker/Podcaster/REALTOR® Monica@MonicaNeubauer.com MonicaNeubauer.com FranklinTNBlog.com   Monica's Facebook Page: Facebook.com/Monica.Neubauer Instagram: Instagram.com/MonicaNeubauerSpeaks   Guest Bio Janet Judd Former Police Officer. First female hired by a 55-man department in St. Louis County — in the early '80s. First female elected Class President at the St. Louis Police Academy. That's why I teach the updated and revamped NAR REALTOR® Safety Course via Zoom and in-person. 2022 Chair of NAR's Safety Advisory Council. Presented Safety Topic at the August 2021 Leadership Summit. First Hispanic to be elected President of Missouri REALTORS® and St. Louis REALTORS®. Missouri Real Estate Commissioner. 2023 Triple Play Instructor. 6000+ attendees from New York, New Jersey & Pennsylvania. NAR Appointee to the elite Professional Standards Advisory Council. Janet Judd, CRS, CIPS, GRI, ABR, SRES, AHWD, RENE RE/MAX Results Broker-Associate 2021 President Missouri REALTORS® 2016 Salesperson of the Year Missouri REALTORS® 2015 President St. Louis Association of REALTORS® Hall of Fame Member Realtors® Political Action Committee RE/MAX International Hall of Fame St. Louis Magazine 15-year Five-Star Award Recipient For Client Customer Service www.JanetJudd.com

Hello there! Welcome to Professor Jacob's 173rd lesson on Pokémon biology. Today's lesson is all about Cleffa: the Star Shape Pokémon and pre-evolved form of Clefairy. Cleffa are absolutely obsessed with meteors. On nights with shooting stars, many can be found dancing in a ring. And boy do they get jiggy with it! When they're finished dancing, Cleffa hydrate by drinking morning dew. Yum! And students, voting for the next Class President has officially begun - click the 3rd link below to vote! ►Support the Professor's class on Patreon: patreon.com/wwopokemon ►Join our Discord:⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ https://discord.gg/Jc5P2Mk6Ru⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ ►Other Social Media:⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ https://linktr.ee/wwopokemon

Hello there! Welcome to Professor Jacob's 172nd lesson on Pokémon biology. And for this lesson, we are heading to the Goldenrod City Day Care to learn all about Pichu: the Tiny Mouse Pokémon and pre-evolved form of Pikachu. Unlike its later evolutions, Pichu is not very adept at using its electric powers. If amused, startled, or zapped, it will discharge electricity and probably start crying. So this little baby Pokémon definitely requires extra TLC! And students, voting for the next Class President has officially begun - click the 3rd link below to vote! ►Support the Professor's class on Patreon: patreon.com/wwopokemon ►Join our Discord:⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ https://discord.gg/Jc5P2Mk6Ru⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ ►Other Social Media:⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ https://linktr.ee/wwopokemon

How is your business growing and flowing right now? I hope you have a pipeline full of clients who are looking right now or planning to buy or sell in the next few months. We know, though, that hope is not a strategy. We need better tools than just hope to get our buyer pipelines filled. We know that a whole lot is happening in the real estate industry right now. We will be having several months of focusing on tools you can use to communicate more clearly, to set better expectations, and to create great experiences for you and your clients. February's guest is Janet Judd. She's a 2022 REBAC Hall of Fame recipient, Missouri Real Estate Commissioner, former President of the Missouri Association of REALTORS®, and she has won a number of awards in the business. She is going to give you real actionable tips to help you fill your buyer pipeline for 2024. As a reminder, this a two-part episode, with the second part coming later this month.    [3:17] Janet is a solo agent in Missouri who has been selling real estate full-time for 38 years. She loves what she does and has a servant's heart for volunteering.  [5:42] You are the product when you're meeting clients. They need to know that you're engaging. You need to be credible and communicate to them the value of doing business with you.  [11:08] Janet discusses an app that let's you call someone's voicemail when you can't chat.  [14:15] For Janet, a pipeline means knowing she will be able to have a buyer close on a property. [15:00] Janet takes the most motivated ones out to show properties. She leads them along the pipeline with frequent contacts and suggestions.  [16:04] Janet has buyers in the pipeline for months. She keeps all her contacts in the loop so they don't run off with someone else. She gets them under a Buyer Agency Agreement as soon as she can.  [21:05] When buyers know what they want, it's easier to define and find it. Then you have to hold their hand and make sure they stay patient while you do your job.  [22:00] Janet discusses the CRM she uses. She also keeps a file folder for every contact in the pipeline with notes. She goes through all the folders each day, making contacts as appropriate.  [27:10] Sometimes you lose an opportunity. Ask people who may be a year from buying how often they want you to contact them. Janet discusses how to motivate them. [29:34] Janet invites people to sign a Buyer Agency Agreement at the first meeting. She writes the agreement for a year. It's a two-way commitment. Don't disappear from view. [33:15] Janet's last word: “I really just want you to understand the fact that you're the product. Help them make that emotional decision to work with you and be excited about the opportunity to work with them and help a dream come true — the American Dream come true.” [34:02] We will be continuing with great education to help you work more clearly and more intentionally with buyers. Join us every two weeks for new episodes and review the past episodes if you need help with specific topics. Thanks for joining us! Go out there, improve your system, and sell some property!   Tweetables: “I've been selling real estate full-time for 38 years. I don't have a team. I'm a solo agent and I still love what I do and definitely have a servant's heart for volunteering.” — Janet Judd “Being a buyer's agent, you've got to dance the way they want you to dance. It's on their schedule. When they call, you've got to pop up!” — Janet Judd “Help buyers to make that emotional decision to work with you; be excited about the opportunity to work with them and help a dream come true — the American Dream come true.” — Janet Judd   Guest Links: Janet Judd on LinkedIn NARRPR.com REALTOR® Property Resource Slydial American Greetings digital cards Top Producer® NAR Library NAR Resource Links NAR.realtor/technologyABR® SRS   Additional Links: Microcourses found at Learning.REALTOR. Use the coupon code PODCAST to obtain 15% off the price of any microcourse! crdpodcast@nar.realtor Crdpodcast.REALTOR Learning.REALTOR — for NAR Online Education Training4RE.com — List of Classroom Courses from NAR and its affiliates CRD.REALTOR — List of all courses offered Host Information: Monica Neubauer Speaker/Podcaster/REALTOR® Monica@MonicaNeubauer.com MonicaNeubauer.com FranklinTNBlog.com Monica's Facebook Page: Facebook.com/Monica.Neubauer Instagram: Instagram.com/MonicaNeubauerSpeaks Guest Bio Janet Judd Former Police Officer. First female hired by a 55-man department in St. Louis County — in the early '80s. First female elected Class President at the St. Louis Police Academy. That's why I teach the updated and revamped NAR REALTOR® Safety Course via Zoom and in-person. 2022 Chair of NAR's Safety Advisory Council. Presented Safety Topic at the August 2021 Leadership Summit. First Hispanic to be elected President of Missouri REALTORS® and St. Louis REALTORS®. Missouri Real Estate Commissioner. 2023 Triple Play Instructor. 6000+ attendees from New York, New Jersey & Pennsylvania. NAR Appointee to the elite Professional Standards Advisory Council. Janet Judd, CRS, CIPS, GRI, ABR, SRES, AHWD, RENE RE/MAX Results Broker-Associate 2021 President Missouri REALTORS® 2016 Salesperson of the Year Missouri REALTORS® 2015 President St. Louis Association of REALTORS® Hall of Fame Member Realtors® Political Action Committee RE/MAX International Hall of Fame St. Louis Magazine 15-year Five-Star Award Recipient For Client Customer Service www.JanetJudd.com

The Dawn of the New Order, like it or not.By Final Stand. Listen to the full episode at Explicit Novels.This is a recounting of the new dean's attempt to destroy Zane by Zane's own abusive nature.“Earned leadership is a blessing; assigned leadership is a burden”THIS IS HOW IT IS GOING TO BEIt started at 6:45 as we began filing out of the dorm toward the dining hall and breakfast. We received texts, or our dorm mothers received them if we didn’t have that function, assigning us a tribe we belonged to. What was a tribe? No one seemed to have a clue what this entailed for us.“So,” Iona was the first to ask me, “What tribe are you part of?”“My tribe’s called the Mediator tribe,” I responded. “What lame-ass name does your tribe have?” Iona blinked at me, took my phone from my hands, and looked at it while we walked.“Mercy and I are in 17,” Rio sneered. “Why did your group merit a name and ours didn’t?”“Because Zane doesn’t have a tribe,” Iona figured. “He is not of the mediator tribe; he’s a mediator. The real question is, how many mediators are there and what is their responsibility?”“I’m in tribe three,” Vivian volunteered. “I do have a notation but no indication who to see about it.” The conversations around us were going in the same general direction, the girls trying to figure what sort of disruptions this would cause. The teachers put a kibosh on students walking around and finding out where their friends were placed so the text and phone messages being tossed around were obscene.The surprise going to breakfast had saved virtually all of the freshmen from Handmaiden’s Duty but they snapped us up heading for Assembly. I had Frederica Nicholas who decided to make a game of her giving me a word and me having to create a poetic verse. I rapidly learned the more risqué my verse, the more touchy-feely she became. (And she is a Rhaine supporter, huh?) I am a glutton for sexual foreplay no matter where it comes from.Entry into the Assembly Hall brought its own special form of confusion. All the seats had numbers for the tribes that could sit there. I didn’t find my group anywhere but I did catch the fact that Christina’s group had been broken up. I stopped by Heaven to put a comforting hand on her shoulder because she looked terribly unsettled before I approached Ms. Goodswell on the stage.My spiritual advisor stood up, walked to the edge of the stage, and knelt down so we could talk privately.“Hi, Teach. I can’t seem to find my groups/tribe’s area,” I said pleasantly. “Can you help me out? Hell, can you tell me what’s going on?”“Zane, your seat is right over there,” she said, pointing to a chair on the front row – aisle seat. She smiled sadly. “All I can tell you about this program right now is that I trust you.” Oh crap, that didn’t sound good. Sitting on the front row – the region normally reserved for seniors – was just as disturbing. I sensed an epic boning in my future and I was sure I knew who the chick with the strap-on was.Chancellor Bass came to the podium and led us through the first ten minutes of the session. I could tell she was simmering with anger and resentment over whatever the upcoming fiasco was, and she showed it. She introduced Vice Chancellor Scarlett, then sat down abruptly. Her enthusiasm wasn’t muted; it was buried in the core of the earth.“Greetings, students of Freedom Fellowship University; I believe we stand at the first step to a great, glorious, and blessed experiment,” Vice Chancellor Dr. Victoria Scarlett began. Her plan did sound grandiose, was certainly going to be famous (or infamous), and whichever supernatural powers put their mark on this train wreck, I was sure we’d discover the Arch-angel Morningstar also had his sulfuric fingerprints on it when the CSI’s were finally brought in.The basics of the scheme: There would be eighteen tribes of fifty or more members. Each tribe had all four grades in it but was focused on declared majors so that the girls could support one another. Each tribe would internally determine how they would regulate themselves as well. Externally, relations would be overseen by the Mediator – yes, that was in the singular – as in one: me.At this point, I was wondering if jumping up, shooting Scarlett in the heart, and crying ‘Sic semper tyrannis’ was appropriate. I didn’t have a gun and realistically, Victoria didn’t deserve death for what she was putting all of us through. A few days in a pillory would suffice. No, she was making me be the 'Man’ of our academic community, our judge and arbitrator.As for my job qualifications, or lack thereof; I am considered morally loose, if not downright deviant. I’m an eighteen-year-old boy telling twenty-one-year-old women what to do, I have no legal experience – oh, yes, and half the campus hates my guts. I almost missed it when Dr. Scarlett added that Vivian would remain my guardian.Maybe Vivian would throw herself in the path of a sharpened pencil, pen, or stylus aimed at my heart by any number of the young ladies that wanted me dead, just like a Secret Service Agent.“You will be informed of the location of your first meetings. Each tribe will meet at eight o'clock tonight and tomorrow night to create the foundations of your group,” Dr. Scarlett informed us.“Tribes five and seventeen will be meeting in the Solarium of Alan Smithee dorm, if that is okay with Mr. Braxton.” Victoria looked my way. I stood up in case anyone missed my discomfort for being called out and actually asked by a lead educator for anything resembling permission on this campus.“Eight o'clock tonight?” I questioned. “I don’t know if that works for me. I have a Brazilian body wax at eight and have scheduled my eyebrows to be plucked at 8:45, plus there is a new episode of NCIS: Los Angeles at nine.”“How about they promise to keep the noise level down?” Victoria volleyed right back at me without missing a beat.“Very well, Dr. Scarlett, if you personally guarantee their behavior, I’m okay with them using my room,” I allowed. I couldn’t provoke Scarlett and I couldn’t embarrass her, so I was back to facing her rear-bound artificial cock catching up with my behind. I sat back down. Victoria quickly exited center stage and a bitter Chancellor ushered us through the last of the service.I waited outside the Assembly Hall for my friends and my Handmaiden for the moment, Theresa Yates. Christina and Chastity caught up with me first, both giving me a curious look.“Bro,” Rio sneered as she and Mercy joined us, “we need to discuss your future abuse of power, bribes and kick-backs you are going to get. Nice banter with ol’ Scarlett too.”“Yes,” Christina said sarcastically, “being flippant with the Vice Chancellor backfired so spectacularly the first time, it definitely needed repeating.” Her criticism really sucked because I always secretly wanted her to think well of me.“What’s your plan?” Chastity prodded me. She was always helping me out when she got the chance. As she finished, Iona, Hope, Faith, and Heaven showed up.“They split us up,” growled Heaven. “Do something, Zane.”“He just found out about this,” Iona responded before I could. “Give it time and combined, we will come up with a solution together.” I sighed with some relief at her assistance and then I blinked. The powerful kiss I planted on Iona’s lips caught everyone off-guard.“Freaking brilliant!” I complimented her gaily, giddy with glee. I didn’t have an actual plan yet but I had a direction to propel my thought toward. With my mind awhirl, I caught sight of Theresa moving past me on her way to class.“Hey, Theresa,” I called out. “What are you having me do today?” She looked a bit shocked.“Zane, we are no longer allowed to call on you for Handmaiden’s Duty,” she informed me.“Oh, He…ck no,” I choked out. “Who says?”“The Vice-Chancellor declared you to be outside the tradition,” she stated sadly. I wasn’t going to stand for this. Victoria was building a wedge between me and the rest of the student body.“Iona, do that tech-thing that you do and inform the ladies that by the authority vested in me as mediator, I am reinstating myself as part of the Handmaiden’s duty until…over half of the tribal leaders petition that I do otherwise,” I announced.“By tech-thing, do you mean send a text message with an accompanying e-mail to all the students on the school registry?” Iona regarded me quizzically.“Zane,” Chastity worried, “are you sure you have the authority?”“Of course he has the authority,” Rio declared. “He’s the freaking mediator.” Sometimes I would really like to get a word in before the conversation runs away from me.I swatted Iona on the butt – she squawked.“Chastity, this is clearly a game of chicken, so why not see how far Scarlett is willing to go,” I replied. The look Christina gave me restored my faith in me; her eyes beamed at me, alight with an intellectual fire. I had one last thing to do while the chaos boiled one last time before the ebb: I hugged Rio.“I want you to break into Gabrielle’s place,” I whispered in her ear, “wait for her to come get you, and tell her this: There is no Cordelia Dresden.”“Back off, Joker,” Rio punched me. Rio trusted me not to put her in harm’s way if I had another choice and Gabrielle knew that Rio would be the last person any sane individual would trust to do this.She gave no hint of a reply to my request. The assumption was, if Cordelia didn’t know what we were up to, she couldn’t figure out a way to stop us, and right now I wanted a way for us out of her little game here at FFU. My current theory was that the girl I knew as Cordelia didn’t exist before she came here, she was an invented personality, and I wanted to know who the inventor was.Oh yeah, back to my actual life where my academic and social lives were in upheaval because my current nemesis (or one of them anyway) was a crusading idealist. I swear to God, if I survive this place, I will never forgive Aunt Jill for not sending me to the University of Hawaii, which was my first choice for college. All I had to worry about there was hurricanes, tsunamis, volcanoes, and the wrath of the island spirits for despoiling virgins – simple shit.“Zane, you will discuss the merits and sins of the concubines of King Solomon with me,” Theresa said, as she passed me her backpack to carry. Life rolled back to semi-normal and we separated to make our way to our first classes of the day. That illusion took another ill turn when I entered English class with Ms. Goodswell. She gestured for me to come to her desk before the lesson began.“Zane,” she informed me softly, “none of the female teachers or administrators at this school can give you orders, only suggestions. Only Dr. Jennings may truly compel you to do anything.”This bombshell was the reason she said she trusted me back in Assembly. The only one making me do the right thing was me. I had never considered me Mr. Responsibility before so I was in for a crash course in having authority over 900 students and 100 teachers. I told Virginia Goodswell about my decision concerning my Handmaiden’s Duty to get her input, then compelled her to treat me as any other student – because apparently, I’m in charge of students now.“There are old soldiers and there are bold soldiers, but there are very few old, bold soldiers,” she reminded me. “Never forget, no matter how dark it may seem, Zane, you are never alone.”“I could always use a picture of you in a white, low-cut bikini to inspire me,” I hinted.“Mr. Braxton, by the authority vested in me by the mediator, I order you to take your seat so we can begin classes,” she smirked. Oh, the irony: stymied by my own hubris.Celia Wanamaker snapped me up coming out of English class. Vivian was waiting for me and Raven was in tow – right up until Paige snapped her up. Celia had me name a biblical character for each letter of the alphabet. Paige had Raven quote bible verses – backwards. As if there was any doubt my day could get worse, it did so immediately.“Oh, the great Priest-King approaches!” screeched Rio on seeing me. “We all must genuflect – that’s kneel down until your head touches the ground for you stupid bitches – until the Mediator passes.” The horrible, horrible thing was that dozens of confused girls started doing just that.“Hold on,” I held up my hands for attention, “Hold on. Rio is mistaken. Genuflecting is only done during the Holy Days of Christmas, Good Friday, and Easter.”Okay, I made that up off the fly and I figured that I wouldn’t be at school for Christmas, and Good Friday and Easter were next year and I’d worry about that then. For now:“Emily, Rebecca, Henrietta, and Magdalena, please carry Rio to her next class – by the legs and arms,” I instructed some of the closest students. “If a door or other object gets in the way, don’t hesitate to use her head as a battering ram.”“Damn, Bro, that’s harsh,” Rio giggled from the floor. I knelt beside her.“Yeah,” I whispered, “like being man-handled by four girls isn’t going to turn you on.”“Don’t tell them that,” she whispered back. I rose and continued on to class. A wiggling, squirming, cursing, and fighting Rio followed us.I went through the same rigmarole in Biblical Archeology. I told the teacher that using my authority over students, I was instructing her to instruct me as if I was any other student…because I was a student and this was the area of my authority; right? She bought into my reasoning with some relief.“How was it?” I mouthed to Rio once class was well on the way.“Two hands all the way up the thigh – one knows I forgot my undies and was thoroughly soaked – two titties grabbed,” Rio described what she’d been subjected to, “and I got to bite Magdalena’s butt. I love those soccer player asses. You are most likely the best friend I will ever know; thank you.”“Always willing to help a fellow pervert out,” I grinned back. Rio winked, then returned to work. I needed all the humor I could get because it was going to be a long damn day. By the time I made Marksmanship at three o'clock, I was damn happy to shoot something. I got some relief by having my best day ever, scoring a 53 (out of a possible 100) at the range. When I finished, I noticed a large number of my club mates standing close by.WOMEN AND THE WORLD AT LARGE“Yes?” I questioned the ladies clustered behind me at the firing line.“Oh, we are huddling behind your manliness,” Daphne, one of the better shooters, joked.“Manliness? Daphne, you just shot an 87. Hell, if you ladies want to be safe, stand in front of me, because apparently that’s the one place my bullets don’t go,” I chided her.That was a slight exaggeration. I was a pretty good shot out to 50 meters, but when I have to use binoculars to even see the target some of these girls are nailing, I know I have a long way to go.“Zane, police your station,” Hope instructed me. “Everyone, it is time for field training.” This was the other part of marksmanship…sneaking around and spotting targets in the woods. We didn’t use live rounds but it was still fun stuff.“Gung-ho!” I responded to Hope. I’d heard that this was the battle cry of an Asian-American unit in World War II; Japanese I think.“I’m Korean, Zane,” Hope tried not to chuckle. “We are not exactly friends with the Japanese.”“If I stop saying it will you ask your Daddy not to come?” I inquired hopefully.“If you keep saying it, I’ll stop telling my Father I can’t live without you,” she countered.“You can’t live without me?” I questioned.“Of course I can live without you, but I had to think of something to stop him from parachuting here in the dead of night and slitting your throat,” she confided.“You are joking; right?” I worried. Hope was nonresponsive as we got our gear together for the hike. “Hope, tell me that was a joke.” Once we passed into the forest, Hope was quiet, business-like and nothing but. We were a mile into our trek when Hope settled down to study the environs. Per procedure, Hope watched to her front and left; I crouched at her back, facing away, and watched to our rear and Hope’s right.We would stay this way until Hope set up on the target, which was when I became her spotter. Since we weren’t there yet, I scanned my area one more time, then cupped my right hand and reached behind me until I touched Hope’s ass. I waited for a reaction of any kind but none came. Three seconds later I began to gently coast along her posterior, lightly squeezing her buttocks and rubbing along her cleft.With a careful ear, I caught Hope’s breath gaining in intensity. A few seconds later, she reached back and tapped my arm lightly so I stopped. Hope then rose carefully and we continued on our way. During the entire encounter, neither one of us had deviated from our watchfulness, which gave the whole situation a greater erotic appeal for me.“Zane,” Hope caught my attention as the last rifle and bullet was secured away, “I really wasn’t sure how you would deal with me…being better than you. How do you do it?”“All the training and skill in the world isn’t worth a damn if you won’t fight,” I tried to explain. “A willingness to fight without talent is a waste. Hope, you didn’t defeat me; you beat me.”She seemed to be searching for my definition of those two terms.“Let’s walk over to Orienteering before Heaven pops,” I suggested. “We can both pin Heaven down but short of killing her, I’m not sure how to stop her.” Hope chuckled at that assessment and nodded. “Hope, you put me on the mat and made me tap out – you beat me. You haven’t discouraged me from coming at you when I feel I’m more capable – you haven’t defeated me.”“Beating implies physical dominance but defeat is a state of mind,” Hope replied as she stripped my definitions bare. I swung back my hand to spank her ass. Hope flinched slightly as instinct recognized the incoming blow and dictated a menu of responses, most of which involved causing me pain. I spanked her left ass cheek; Hope yelped and glared over her shoulder at me in feigned annoyance.“You are a very verbose wench,” I shook my finger at her.“Do you want them to perform an extensive autopsy to figure out where I stuck that finger or are you going to remove it from my face right now?” she challenged me mirthfully. I stepped to her side, draped an arm around her waist; a second later she hesitantly echoed the gesture.When we got to Orienteering, Hope and I parted company and I joined my fellow students as Heaven stood before us. The silence dragged on…and on until I finally felt compelled to raise my hand.“Yes, Zane?” Heaven asked sweetly. You know; that 'sweetly’ that says, I have an iron skillet to the head in my immediate future.“Class? Are we going to have class today? Please?” I mumbled.“I don’t know, Zane,” Heaven glared at me with a vicious smile stitched to her face. “Do we have your permission to have class today? Apparently we need to.” Oh, fuck-buckets; Hope had probably had the same instructions and blown them off; Heaven was going a different way.“I understand,” I announced with dignity as I stood and walked up beside Heaven before facing the rest of the class. “As your appointed mediator, I think we should come forth and pray on the matter. All of you come to the front and kneel in a semi-circle; you too Heaven.” I put a hand on her shoulder and put pressure on her to kneel beside me – right beside me.The girls gathered around, Heaven was on her knees only inches from my crotch with her eyes flickering from my hard cock (I’m giving strong consideration to slamming that bastard in the middle of the US Tax Code to make it calm down) to my eyes. Soon I was in the center of a waist-level sea of slightly swaying female heads.“Let us pray,” I intoned. “Lord, guide us and give us strength to be true to ourselves, have faith in the gifts of insight, determination, and self-worth you have given us. Also, give us the vision to see what is wrong, the knowledge to understand when we hear things that are nonsense, and the will to forge past those words so that we find our own voice. In Jesus Christ’s name we pray; Amen.”“Amen,” the girls said, at varying volumes and with varying conviction. They were all there, on their knees, staring at me. I swear to God, if one of them had 'Baaa'ed, I’d have died on the spot.“Okay, who believes I’m more qualified to teach this class than Heaven?” I began. Two girls started to raise their hands then self-consciously reversed direction.“You are all correct; I am totally unqualified to teach this class. I am totally unqualified to tell any of you to do virtually anything. I don’t know more about life than any of the rest of you do. At eighteen, I’m younger than most of you. I’m a guy, nothing more. You ladies don’t need me. Really, do any of you have any need of me whatsoever?”“Sex,” blurted out of the mouth of Ruth, one of the senior club members. No one said anything for a few seconds. Okay, I could deal with this.“Fine, sex. With the Purity Pledge here, do any of you think you would need me for sex?” Twelve of the fourteen girls raised their hands; counting Heaven made it thirteen. I wanted to be anywhere else but in the deathtrap of my own creation. Screw that; I wanted to crawl into a deep, dark hole and pull the dirt in behind me.“We hear you are really good at it,” Benios tried to explain things to me.“Brandi told us all about blowjobs. Those seem safe enough with the Pledge,” Michelle added. Heaven started snickering at my expense.“All right, everyone,” Heaven raised her voice as she stood up, accidentally squeezing my dick through my pants as she did so, “let’s get started, and if no one screws up today, we can have Thursday’s class in Zane’s bedroom.”We finished the last class for the day and started leaving our outdoor classroom when Ruth put her hand on my lower arm.“Zane, does a blowjob violate the Purity Pledge?” she asked. That wasn’t really what she was asking. Why would I know the specifics of a pledge that everyone knew I hadn’t taken? No, what she was asking was if she could experiment with oral sex with me.The other girls were not so surreptitiously hanging around for the answer.“Honestly, I don’t believe that fellatio is an acceptable alternative to vaginal sex unless it includes cunnilingus,” I bullshitted. I believed that, but I was hoping the lingo would buy me an exit.“What?” Ruth stammered.“Oh, I know that,” Michelle giggled. “Fellatio is when you take a man’s phallus and put it in your mouth, and cunnilingus is when a man puts his mouth…down there,” she pointed at her crotch.“Zane, do you do that too? Put your mouth – ” Ruth hounded me.“Sure,” I confessed. “Every man should, but in reality, it is more than tongue work” – I wiggled my tongue – “but finger work too. All you have to do is think how your fingers feel down there, except this time they are under someone else’s control and you have a strong, flexible muscle added to the mix.” I instantly knew I was missing something with this audience.“You touch yourself; right?” I questioned. By many of the guilty looks, I could tell that most of the class had, but a surprising number hadn’t, Ruth included.“I never have,” Ruth replied. “I was afraid I’d stop being a virgin.” I nodded, walked over to the closest tree, and banged my head against it.“That’s enough for today,” Heaven intervened. “We can pick up this wonderful, non-orienteering discussion next time.” She ushered me away. I was rather thankful to get away and into the company of someone I trusted. “Are you ready for tonight?”“You mean am I waiting to pack your tight ass and drag my fingernails over your back until I draw blood? Yes,” I grinned down at her.“Evil!” she giggled. “You are sinister, vile, and an aberration to all that is pure in the world.”“Well, you are purely wonderful,” I countered. “So is this a case of opposites attract?”“Do you like to see me that way?” my transvestite lover teased.“Your legs on my shoulders as I drive into you; on your hands and knees; you looking down at me as you slide down that first time, your ass cheeks bouncing, with my hands kneading them as you face away, but most of all…with your head on my chest, asleep, your hair spilling over your eyes as you lay there – that’s the best,” I related.“How can you be lusty and sweet at the same time?” she murmured.“It’s how you make me feel, Heaven,” I explained. “It is no mystery – you are that good to me.”“Best boyfriend ever,” she whispered, as she hugged my arm tight. On the final approach to Heaven’s dorm, she gave me a nudge.“So, how did you beat the ten-second rule?” Heaven prodded me.“We have a ten-second rule?” I questioned.“We don’t, silly; it’s Hope’s rule,” Heaven grinned. “No one holds her for more than ten seconds. She has – had proximity issues.”“We were intimate,” I pointed out. “That probably helps.”“I hope so,” Heaven laughed. “The first time Christina and I barged into her room, we found ourselves staring down the barrel of a gun. Chastity was her roommate and she nearly freaked because she didn’t know Hope had an automatic, much less slept with one under her pillow.”“Note to self: never climb in Hope’s window looking for a midnight hook-up,” I sighed.“Hey,” Heaven playfully grumbled, “if you are crawling in anyone’s window for some late-night booty, it had better be my window and my booty you are after, Mister.”“Or what?” I teased. “Are we back to me being in a deep, dark hole, you with the only key, dressed up for me in black strips of leather?”That description dated back to our first day on campus together when she hated my very existence.“Bitch,” Heaven growled with frustrated desire.“I’ll see you at the car in ten minutes, then.” I gave a double pump of the eyebrows and left. We had been invited by Officer Danica Campbell of the Lancaster PD for a barbeque so we could get reacquainted. It was something Heaven was really looking forward to (not that I minded).Danica’s house needed a little yard work but was otherwise an unremarkable ranch style house with an attached carport. Heaven’s hands kept fluttering at her sides and straightening out her skirt. Me; I was in a long-sleeved pull-over and jeans and was having a much easier time of it emotionally. My only problem was our timetable; I had to be back before nine.We could smell the burning charcoal from the front yard but I indicated to Heaven that we weren’t friends enough to simply walk around back unannounced. We rang the doorbell, then rang it again. Heaven was going for a third, nervous try when Danica opened the door.“Hey, you two, come on in,” she greeted us, and stepped aside so we could enter.The first aura I detected in Danica’s home was of benign neglect; the house was inhabited but no one actually lived here. Everything looked old but not worn, except for one chair and the cabinet around the TV which had VHS tapes (?) and scores of DVDs from the past ten years. Danica was in a lumberjack shirt, jeans, and deck shoes with a noticeable lack of bra, panties, and socks.“I’m glad you two showed up,” Danica said, talking to us as we followed her through the living room to the kitchen. We could see the grill cooking away on a concrete patio through a sliding glass door.“I almost showed up last night,” Heaven blurted out, then looked mortified.“You would have had to wait a while,” Danica joked. “I worked last night.”“I would have put her to sleep on the doorstep, covered her in a blanket, and given her a garden gnome to use as a pillow,” I joked. Heaven blushed furiously and punched me in the arm.“Be careful, Mister Braxton,” Danica threatened me with a wink, “I have handcuffs, pepper spray, and a taser – behave.”I was hoping that comical exchange would have reduced the tension. It almost worked. As Danica opened the sliding glass door, she turned to say something. I have no idea what it was that got into her but at that point, Heaven threw herself at our hostess, wrapped her arms around Danica’s neck, and kissed the lady cop. Danica staggered out the door onto the patio, grabbed the doorsill before they toppled over, and after her obvious moment of panic, put her other arm around Heaven’s waist.Third Wheel Syndrome was kicking in for a while as the two kept tickling each other’s tonsils and rubbing their bodies together.“I, ah…wanted to kiss you since I talked to you on the phone,” Heaven finally said. Danica stroked a finger along Heaven’s left earlobe, wiggling it back and forth.“Mission accomplished,” Danica smiled. “You don’t date much, do you? That’s not a condemnation; it’s just, you have a raw intensity I haven’t seen in a while. I like it.” Heaven looked ready to dive into another lip frenzy when our hostess held her up. “Let’s check on the grill, unless you like your pork chops and chicken burnt as hard as the coals that made 'em.”Heaven gave Danica enough lead to make it to the grill and open it up. My friend coughed and choked as the smoke billowed out; it was Heaven’s first outdoor barbeque, or at least the first that didn’t involve a professional pit master and a whole steer.“Give her some room,” I cautioned Heaven. “I hear those things are hot.” It was my first time too, but they had similar things in Thailand so I wasn’t totally lost.Eventually, I was forced to wrap my arms around Heaven from behind to keep her from bouncing all over the place. Her enthusiasm didn’t bother me; she was fun and felt she had a lot of catching up to do. We chatted about her work and our school machinations. Danica made a crack about me and women putting me on my back – funny like a crutch.We gathered in her living room; it was the only room that had the seats to meet our needs with the meat, coleslaw, hush puppies, and lima beans to eat. There was the promise of sherbet if dinner didn’t fill us up. Things were going so smoothly that I almost missed Danica’s little ploy.“Heaven, since you are getting a beer, would you get me one too,” Danica off-handedly mentioned. We were finishing up the meal and washing it down with the appropriate beverage – lemonade in my case and beer in theirs.“Sure,” Heaven smiled warmly, and off she went. She didn’t hear Danica get up and follow her into the kitchen, though Danica did give me a wink.The moment Heaven pulled the two lagers out of the refrigerator, Danica slipped up behind her and pressed her body into Heaven’s. For a second, Heaven thought it was me and was looking over her shoulder to chastise me. I was following but was hanging back.“Zane – ” then she noticed it was Danica, “Huh?”“Hey, Precious,” Danica purred to her, “it seems your hands are occupied;” gesturing to the beer in each. Danica stretched her arms around and cupped Heaven’s breasts and began massaging them. Heaven tried to twist around but Danica didn’t let her. She bit into Heaven’s neck instead, sucking up and down from ear to shoulder.“The last time you snuck up on me; now it is my turn. How does it feel?” Danica continued. She pressed Heaven up against the refrigerator door, grinding her there for a while before letting Heaven turn and faced her.“It feels good,” Heaven gulped, “but I know some other things I want to do to you that are better.”Danica answered that by sensually sliding down Heaven’s body until she was kneeling. From there she lifted Heaven’s skirt, pulled down her double panties and started making kissing/slurping noises that made Heaven shudder in anticipation. Danica was bobbing in a slow, languid style that was pushing the tranny toward her own internal blaze. I saw the opportunity to come up and relieve Heaven of her beers before she dropped them.Heaven’s hands dropped immediately to Danica’s head and trembled with the desire to push Danica farther and farther down her cock. Danica held her off, having more blowjob experience than Heaven and I combined. I took the time offered to remove all our shirts and Heaven’s bra before alternating kissing Danica’s neck and back while playing with her tits, and going to Heaven and kissing her and teasing her nipples with my teeth.She was over-eager and was tapping Danica’s crown inside a minute, indicating the shortness of her fuse. Heaven gave a muted squeak followed by,“Oh, God, that’s so fucking good – take it – oh, God – take it!” Danica did a masterful job of soaking up everything Heaven had to give and draining her dry afterwards.Danica had to hold Heaven’s hips to stop my lover from sliding to the ground on her ass.“I think we will all be passing on the sherbet,” Danica grinned while licking her lips. Heaven nodded, first shakily but soon with much more assurance. I kicked off my shoes in my own endorsement of this plan and we were soon all migrating to Danica’s bedroom.Heaven, new to the romantic aspects of sexuality, dove straight onto the bed and shimmied out of her skirt. Danica and I stopped at the foot of said bed and shed our pants (and underwear for me). As Heaven looked at us, I pulled Danica’s hair aside and began kissing her from right beneath her ear down to the nape of her neck. Danica responded by pressing her backside into me and gyrating her ass on my crotch.Danica ran her left hand behind her back and began moving it sensually along my stomach to the base of my cock and up again. Her right hand stroked my thigh and hip on the other side. I countered by moving my left to her left breast, mauling it but leaving the nipple unmolested for now. My right hand went in a serpentine fashion to her crotch and hovered right above her clitoris.We played tag with our intimate parts long enough for Danica to start sweating and moaning against me.“Why aren’t you married, again?” she snickered. “Oh, yeah, you being eighteen and all.”“Are you too much woman for one man?” I countered.“Actually, I’ve been looking for someone special,” she confessed, but she wasn’t looking at me when she said it. That wasn’t lost on Heaven either; her jaw dropped. “Don’t freak,” Danica reassured her. “I know we don’t have much in common – I’m a townie and you’re a rich girl from somewhere else – but we have until spring if you want to hang out.”It took Heaven a few moments to digest that.“I’d like that, Danica; I’d like that a lot,” she smiled.“Well, I’d like it if you came over here and kissed me before your boyfriend drives me totally nuts,” Danica teased her. Heaven got on her knees and waddled to the end of the bed to join us.“Wait,” Heaven said at the last second, eyes wide with surprise. “I have a boyfriend and a girlfriend – I rock!” and then she dove into Danica’s lips. Danica was propelled into me by Heaven’s passionate embrace. She reciprocated by moving her hand off my hip and onto Heaven’s semi-rigid cock.Heaven’s phallus hardened quickly enough and she upped the tempo by buoying up her breasts and initiating a nipple fight between her tits and Danica’s – wow, a freaking advantage I hadn’t thought of.“Lets – ” Danica gulped for air “– get on…the bed. I want some…of this…in me,” she pulled on Heaven’s cock.Oh, yeah, this was the Heaven-Danica show and I was second fiddle…and I felt it was glorious. 'You are known not by what you do but by what you leave behind,’ or so yet another saying goes. Danica and Heaven were happy with one another, even if only for a little while. That 'while’ included Heaven retreating up the bed as Danica followed and I pursued her.“Have you been a good girl?” Danica quizzed Heaven. “Do we need a condom?” clarified the issue.“No, no, I’ve only been with Zane,” Heaven answered.“That’s hardly a ringing endorsement for safe sex,” Danica chuckled.“Damn, that’s just cold,” I groaned. “For your information, if my partner wasn’t a virgin, she was someone I know intimately.”“So you are not doing it with that Warlord chick living in your house now?” Danica persisted.“How do you even know about that? It happened Sunday,” I wondered.“Zane,” Danica sighed patiently, “I’m a cop and your house is like two miles away.”“Can we get back to concentrating on the sex?” Heaven grumbled. “I’ll wear a condom if you want. I’ll wear a harem girl outfit if you want, as long as it leads to sex with you.”“That won’t be…necessary,” Danica murmured as she positioned Heaven’s cock between her labia then began to push down.I was working out what my place in this could be when I spotted the bottle of lubricant (generic) boldly sitting on Danica’s nightstand – not very subtle at all. I shifted over, got the bottle, then got around behind them once more.“Can I join in?” I asked.“I trust you,” Danica purred. Silly her; I’m behind her with a source of lube and a passion to use it. I poured some out on Danica’s cleft and let it ooze down toward her pussy. I let it cascade over three fingers before sealing it up again. With my left hand, I began working a finger into Danica’s anus, and with my right, I worked another into Heaven’s.“Oh,” Danica grunted, as I slipped past her sphincter. Heaven’s response was to moan sensually. It took me a little while to not only work a finger in but a second one in as well; then the fun began. With Heaven, I began both pumping and making a series of circular motions; with Danica, though, I pressed down until I was counter-massaging Heaven’s cock through the walls of her rectum and vagina.“Oh, my fucking God!” shouted Danica. “That feels great; she’s really grinding against me.”“Keep that up,” gasped Heaven. “I – I can feel your fingers.” Okay, I got this one right. I could also feel the sympathetic impulses growing between Danica’s vaginal walls and Heaven’s penis; they weren’t going to last long. Drilling Heaven’s butthole in rapid-fire fashion sent her crashing ahead of the wave.“Dan – Dan – Danica – Hell, yeah!” Heaven screamed as she slammed upward into the lady cop. Danica’s back bowed and a low growling noise reverberated through her body. Both tried to use their anal muscles to grind my finger bones together; for the orgasms they were riding through, it was worth it.Danica shivered through one last orgasmic burst then settled gently down on Heaven. Heaven reached around with her arms and ran them up and down Danica’s back. Our hostess pushed off her lover’s body with her elbows on the mattress and kissed her nose.“That felt wonderful,” she smiled down at Heaven. Heaven didn’t immediately respond. “Is something wrong?” Danica worried.“I – um – it was really nice, Danica, but –” Heaven worked through the words.“But?” Danica asked.“But I think I’m into guys,” Heaven gave her worried confession. “I’m sorry; what we did felt good but what sent me over the top was –”“Oh,” Danica seemed to deflate.“Hold on,” I intervened, even as my fingers were still slowly working them both. “Heaven, you liked Danica’s blowjob; right?”“Yes. It was wonderful,” Heaven brightened up. “She’s – you are –” she looked into Danica’s eyes “– the best I’ve ever had.”“Still, you like it up your ass, don’t you?” I prodded. Heaven bit her lip and rolled her head to the side. Danica pushed herself onto all fours and sighed.“Well, damn,” she sighed, “I was sort of hoping –”“Danica, would you consider screwing Heaven’s butt? Giving it a chance?” I hazarded.“I’d give it a shot,” Danica replied after a moment’s hesitation. Being with a girl was new; being with a transgender was new; and now being the driving force in anal sex was going to be new too.“I’ll get dressed and go out to the car,” I winked. “Surprise, surprise; I worried something like this would happen so I brought a few things along.”I was afraid that when I got back from the car with my backpack holding the strap-on, that a chill would have set in. I shouldn’t have worried; Danica was surprisingly passionate and Heaven was sheer surprise itself. They were cuddled face to face exchanging small kisses and stroking each other’s hair.“I just want you both to know,” Danica held up a warding hand, “if that thing is longer than my arm, I’m calling this off.” I presented the device for her approval and while it could be intimidating, it wasn’t scarier than Heaven’s normal equipment. “I’m glad that’s going into you and not me,” Danica ended up teasing Heaven. Not to be outdone, Heaven rolled onto her stomach and wiggled her upraised butt in the air.“Oh, she’s begging for it,” Danica laughed.“Yes, she does, and if you think that’s sweet, imagine how nice it is to wake up with her ramming that pole in while riding you,” I painted the picture.“Is there any position she doesn’t like?” Danica inquired.“I’m right here, my butt up in the air. Please, somebody do something,” Heaven whined.“Not that I know of,” I ignored Heaven’s plea. “You could try it in the shower, bent over the sofa, heels up in the La-Z-boy, or hanging from the pull-up bar – she’s quite strong.”“Oh – mmm, thanks, Zane; I’ll explore those opportunities,” Danica grinned.“Hello – butt here…needs stuffing,” Heaven became more insistent.“She’s shameless,” Danica teased happily.“Absolutely,” I laughed, “but if one of us doesn’t fulfill her needs real soon, violence will ensue.”“Zane, you warm her up and I’ll figure out how to put this thing on,” Danica instructed me as she took hold of her sexual toy.“About damn time,” Heaven panted as I worked my first finger in again. I’d oiled up several fingers before handing the lube to Danica to prepare her artificial cock with. Heaven’s anus was already pliable from our activity so it took only two minutes to work the second and third finger in. By that time, both Danica and Heaven were ready.“This is weird,” Danica mumbled, as she placed her phallic head against Heaven’s sphincter. “Let me know if this – ” she got out before Heaven pushed back and gasped. “Doesn’t that hurt?”“Makes me feel full,” Heaven gasped. “Push.” Danica did indeed push, and spanked Heaven for good measure.Now that I was freed up again, I elected to recline beside Heaven and watch her get fucked by Danica. Heaven and I made eye contact; that totally free, blissful look was exceptionally special for me. I’d seen Heaven afraid far too often. I’d seen her furious far too often as well.“Zane,” Heaven perked up, “get over here. I want your cock. I want it coming and going.”“Revenge,” taunted Danica. Heaven and I had given Officer Campbell simultaneous oral and anal sex, and now Heaven was getting the same treatment. I sat my ass on the pillow in front of Heaven’s face, legs spread wide. She grabbed my cock in both hands (my penis is so massive, its ability to block out the Sun often cows primitive tribes – or maybe Heaven has small hands) and yanked it forward somewhat painfully until she could lick the tip.“Come on, Zane,” Danica egged me on, “take hold of her head and fuck her like a cheap slut.” A shudder passed head to foot through Heaven’s body and she gave out a small sob.“Heaven,” I asked cautiously, “do you want to stop?”“I’m being fucked like a slut, Zane,” she replied tearfully. “I’m being fucked like a slut.”You never know with some people. Danica gave me a worried look so I gave her a quick smile and a nod. Heaven wanted to be a woman, but almost as important was that she wanted to be seen and treated like a woman. It may have played out in Heaven’s imagination that she had gone to some seedy bar looking all hot and sexy, then a couple had picked her up so they could treat her like a bad little girl.I raised my hips, feeding more of my cock into Heaven’s mouth.“Spank your bitch’s ass,” I teased Danica. She responded by alternating noisy but not very painful slaps to our tranny’s buttocks. Heaven wanted the tease, not the real pain, and Danica was right there for her.Once we had a good rhythm going, I could feel Danica’s cock slamming at its deepest impact, Heaven squirming and squealing with the pleasure and her tongue and throat swirling around my oral intrusion. She slurped and sucked desperately while a small amount of drool marked her cheek and jaw. Heaven began making whimpering noises along with the grunts when Danica drove in deeper.All the sizzling sex I’d been forced (yeah, right) to watch sent me over the edge first.“Heaven…babe, here it comes,” I chanted several times before I finally did shoot gobs and gobs – so much it shot out her nose and mouth. Okay, not really that much, but I certainly felt some relief.Heaven swallowed with some degree of urgency because she was at her tipping point as well.“Oh, God; oh, God; oh, God, Danica…FUCK!” she cried out, then bucked up hard against Danica. On the second buck, Danica took hold of Heaven by her elbows. Heaven rocked a few more feeble times onto the strap-on but her energy was temporarily spent.Danica wrapped her right and then her left arm around Heaven, pulling her into an upright, kneeling embrace, her breasts squished against Heaven’s back.“Are you okay, Precious?” Danica panted next to her lover’s ear.“I – oh, yeah – I feel great,” Heaven wheezed. “I also…seem to have…made a mess…on the bed.”“I planned for that,” Danica answered with a kiss to Heaven’s neck. “I was hoping we’d end up here. By the way, do you want me to pull this out now?”“Yeah, my ass is getting a bit sore – muscles stretched,” Heaven shivered. I wiggled forward so that Danica could push Heaven against me as she withdrew the artificial phallus from its resting place up Heaven’s back door.When the last of it slipped free, Heaven gave a brief little hiccup, then melted into my arms.“Damn, I’m so glad I met you,” she murmured.“Thanks,” Danica and I said together, then laughed at the confusion. Heaven gingerly curled into my lap while Danica sat back and worked off the sexual aid that had brought so much pleasure.“Well, that was different,” Danica mused. “I’m not sure how much I enjoyed it but I can’t say it turned me off.”“Mmmm…that was good sex,” Heaven smiled at us both. “I like good sex.” I gave her a little nudge and communicated as best I could by eye contact alone. “Thank you, Danica,” she added. “I really liked that – what you did for me.”“In that case, we really should do it again,” Danica said nonchalantly. Heaven perked up right away.“Right now?” she hoped.“No,” I cut that conversation right off. “I need to get back to campus, and that means you have to get back as well.”“But – ” Heaven sounded hurt “– Danica…that means we can’t…”“I know,” Danica interrupted. “Zane has church work tomorrow and then I’m at work for the next five nights, so…maybe next Tuesday?”“I’d like that,” Heaven became excited once more. She crawled over to Danica and began kissing the cop and running her hands all over her body.“Bathroom, clothes, kisses goodbye, and then we have to go,” I prodded Heaven. She looked over her shoulder at me with deep disappointment. Finally, she sighed and nodded. The rest of our visit passed quickly enough. Heaven behaved, I cleaned up the strap-on and myself, and we left Danica with some thank-you’s and a bemused look on her face. I knew that expression; people had described me as having it after my second date with Heaven too.THE BIRTH OF THE JANISSARIESWhen we returned to campus, I felt my stress level rise once more. This time I was reasonably sure I had a plan but I needed some help. I sent out some messages for people to gather, and for a special few, I sent people to get the girls I wasn’t sure would come otherwise. I barely got back to my dorm room before the fire tribal meetings that had taken place there broke up.I wasn’t there to say much but I did impress upon the students that this was my turf and I wasn’t ceding one inch to Ms. Scarlett’s scheme or to any one tribe.The group that I’d assembled was very eclectic – some by force and a few of them I barely knew at all. Of the staff, I brought in Dana Gorman – because she was the prior Head of Security and our current Physical Education Coach – and Gabrielle Black, because she was the current Head of Security and I didn’t want to build an internal police force without her advice and consent.On the justice side of things, I brought in Dr. Bryce Kennedy [FYI: she is a woman], the head of the Pre-Law program, Ms. Hudson Lane, our school lawyer, and Ms. Virginia Goodswell, because I trusted her judgment where teachers and teaching were involved. Despite the oddity of the situation, they all answered my summons and didn’t look frighteningly pissed at my request.Student-wise, there was a sea of familiar faces, if not friendly ones. Only Mhain Reynard had been brought here under threat of force by Hope and Chastity. When most of the two visiting tribes had cleared out, I began my meeting.“What I have to say may ramble a bit but please be patient; we are creating something new here,” I began. “Has anyone heard of the janissaries?”Iona raised her hand, as did Hope, Christina, and Simone Brady (former Junior Class President).“For the rest of you, there was a Muslim empire of Turks who ruled much of Eastern Europe and the Middle East. They would levy a tax against their Christian subjects of young sons, and they would take these boys, force their conversion to Islam, and then use them as elite soldiers and palace guards for the Sultans.”“No, I’m not asking anyone to convert,” I warded off some of the more hateful looks, “but the principle elements of what I say will make sense, I promise. These Janissaries soon rose up to become the chief officials of the Turkish government, the most loyal and trusted of all the Sultan’s men. They were both the military and the civil authority of the Empire.” I let that sink into the crowd of bright young women I’d assembled.“So you want us as your personal guard?” Kylie Frik, a sophomore candidate for Class President, sneered. Clearly, she was thinking harem, not what I had planned. Hannah Cartwright, her opposite in the sophomore camp, figured it out.“You want us to be a police force and, I’m guessing by the presence of a few Law types, to be judges as well. You want a shield between you and direct involvement of things you might do.”“Close, but no cigar,” I grinned to Hannah. She liked me well enough but she didn’t really know me or the twisted way my mind worked. “You wouldn’t be my shield; I would be yours. The Janissaries get together and decide policy and how to best enact it; I give

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Who is punishing whom?A Spring Break 14-part Novel.By FinalStand. Listen to the complete episode  at Steamy Stories.*Domestication may be our second greatest accomplishment, exceeded only by Fire*Making Mistakes“Back up, all you horny bitches,” Rio growled. “Clearly he's on life support,” I would have asked her to be more polite but my only real desire was to crawl back into bed at that moment. I must have looked like hell because everyone actually did what Rio ordered, and I'm pretty sure Opal could beat Rio into next week if she desired.As it was, my ladies stood watch over me with a compassion and tenderness most of them couldn't have imagined holding for me a week ago. I showered, and by unspoken consensus, Iona got to towel me off and fixed said towel around my waist so I could go back to my ‘room'. That warm fuzzy feeling got my fires going where hot water had failed. I probably saved us a whole lot of headaches too, for them anyway.Rhaine, Mercy, and one other of her group were leaning against the far wall when I came through the bathroom door. Without being obvious, I let the door shut then slammed my heel against it.“No more games,” Rhaine gloated, as the three of them came off the wall. Bump, bump, bump came from the far side of the door. Rhaine looked at me with curiosity, not sure what that noise was.Lucky for me, the first person who would have followed me out the door was Iona, thankfully blessed with good hearing, and despite smacking her face into the door, she managed to both not curse and to keep the others quiet when they walked into her.“Was there someone in there with you?” Rhaine interrogated me. I arched an eyebrow.“Yeah,” I grinned. “Lots of people love to wake up and get wet before 6:00 a.m., but why don't we go in there to make sure? Answer me one thing, though; what color is your bra?”“That's none of your business, you pervert,” Rhaine shot back angrily.“I'm just saying that if it is white, you are going to look pretty naked when I get you under that showerhead,” I smiled lasciviously. It wasn't hard; Rhaine had a tight, hot body and if it wasn't for that bitchy personality, wait, am I looking for even more sex? Someone please shoot me.Rhaine had clearly heard something and was trying to make up her mind if she could both check it out and keep me contained when I decided to change her train of thought. I gave an exaggerated sigh, took off my towel, threw it over my shoulder, and headed to my room.“Put, put, put, put that towel, back on,” Rhaine stammered.“Why? There are not supposed to be any girls out on the fifth floor at this hour. It is all mine, according to the Chancellor herself,” I said over my shoulder. “Now, are you coming along or do I get to shut my door in your face?”“We don't care,” Rhaine tried to recover the momentum, “we have a key.”“I don't believe you,” I accused her as I stopped and kept looking over my shoulder. Barbie Lynn must be right, I have a really fine ass, because that was what they were all staring at.“Well, I have one,” she taunted me as she brandished it in my face, from ten feet away. I just had to beam a smile her way.Her key was silver; mine, which hung around my neck on a light chain, was bronze, as were all five of the original keys. Someone was giving out copies of my room key; what a bunch of fuck-nuts. I turned and walked right up to her, which entailed backing her into a wall since she was trying to backpedal away, her eyes torn between my fiery gaze and awakening erection.The other two made to grab me but were flummoxed by my lack of clothing. I took the opportunity to press myself into Rhaine, who was giving me the deer-in-the-headlights look, ran a hand along her jaw and curled a lock of hair. I tickled her cheek with that lock, causing Rhaine to blush and her eyes to flutter.“Thanks, Rhaine. You are helping me out more than you know. If there is anything, I mean anything, I can do for you, let me know,” I softly growled with a wolfish hunger to her, but still loud enough for her companions to hear. I stepped back and strutted away again, my semi-rigid rod swaggering back and forth.“Let's go to my room,” I laughed.“Weren't we supposed to hurt him if he tried anything like that?” one girl whispered.“But he was naked,” responded Mercy quietly. “What would happen if, you know, we touched, it?”“We are not going to your room with you,” Rhaine shouted at me.“Fine, suit yourself, because it isn't like I'm going to avail myself of any of the three fire escapes that lead off the roof,” I chortled. “Also, touching it can lead to blindness and sterility in the elderly under twelve and children over 65,” I purposely attempted to confuse them. Children over 65, sometimes I need to show the whole world that I'm not getting enough sleep.I was still laughing at my screw-up as the door swung shut. At the last second I failed to hear the ‘clunk' of the latch hitting home, though I was already to my bed, when I heard the first hesitant footfalls on steps. I was well into my morning meditative trance, lotus style, when Rhaine crested the stairs. My eyes were shut but I could tell by her sharp intake of breath where she was and what she was staring at.“Put on some clothes!” she barked. I remained blind and silent. “I said ‘put on some clothes',” she repeated. I hardly had more reason to do so now than I had a second ago. “Put on your clothes,” she now sounded petulant; no response. We remained silent for almost a minute, I normally remain still for ten minutes, when she said the magic word. “Would you please put some clothes on?”“Please?” I responded, cracking open one eye. “Come over right now and give me a kiss; then I'll get dressed. Otherwise, you have to wait nine more minutes while I remain in prayer.”“Prayer?” whispered Mercy; strangely, I prayed to the Christian God when I meditated, drawing upon Psalms and the Songs of Solomon mostly.“I will not kiss you; you sex, sex, sex fiend!” Rhaine shouted with disgust. I closed my eye and went back into my own little dream demi-plain.“Get dressed,” she insisted once more. I could keep this up for another eight and a half minutes. Finally, in frustration, she stalked up to the side of my bed, the other two in tow. “If we need to, I'll escort you straight to the gymnastics facility where Coach Gorman can administer another lesson in humility.”Since I hardly felt humiliated by our last encounter, I felt no necessity to slip out of my Center. My carpets were thin cast-offs from an earlier college epoch so they hardly aided any stealth attempt. Rhaine walked up to me, weighed her options, then pushed me lightly.“Get dressed, Zane,” she said, neither convincingly angry nor commanding.That didn't work so she repeated the phrase and pushed harder. The third attempt used more strength but got the same results. Rhaine decided that her problem was in the application of force, not her message, so to increase her push, she placed a knee on the bed and pushed harder.“Get dre, ” she squealed as I fell over, grabbing her wrist and pulling her with me.I leapt on top of her even as she rolled from her stomach to her back. Rhaine's eyes were wide as I dove in for a kiss. Her lips were locked shut so nothing more happened. She was still struggling for words when Mercy and the other girl grabbed my arms and yanked me up and back.“Get off of me,” Rhaine shouted, a little too late to be effective or believable. Experienced leg-breakers usually keep their victim's arms up or to the side; they never stick them between their thighs. As it was, I was being pulled back on my knees, pinning Rhaine's shins to the bed and my hands merely inches away from their pussies. Was it Christmas already?So much of life is about leverage of one kind or another and in this case, the leverage was all in my captor's favor, so I needed to change things up.“Let go of me!” I shouted, struggled, and slipped my hands higher up their thighs. I'm not going to win an Oscar but I did make Rhaine smile at my feigned discomfort, to the point she propped herself up and grinned wickedly at me.“Now you are going to do what I say,” she gloated.“Oh, I don't think so,” I grinned right back. I rolled my arms in my shoulder joints and launched my upper body toward Rhaine. For those fans of physics, when the shoulder goes down and they've made the elbow a pivot point, then the lower arm goes up, science is my friend.I rolled my fore- and middle finger into one stiff rod and prodded Mercy's and her partner's perineums. They yelped and pulled back, drawing my fingers onto their slits and along them until I flicked their slumbering clits. Their faces flushed crimson as they stumbled back and released my arms. This allowed me to descend on Rhaine unimpeded. Her mouth open in a surprised 'O', our lips met and then our tongues touched inside her mouth.I was quick enough to wrap my arms around her before her back hit the bed.“Umm” she protested inside our oral embrace. “Um” she mumbled, before, “Um, ” she ended up moaning. I was a bit curious why Mercy and the as-of-yet named accomplice weren't all over this, breaking us apart, when I felt Rhaine's legs move from beneath me, to up my sides until they crossed over my ass and locked me in.“Is that, your, I'm not sure what to call it, penis?” she whispered between kisses. How she had become oblivious of her cohorts was beyond me.“I prefer the term cock,” I responded with great gentleness but with a hungry stare, “but if penis works for you,” I added with a slow, steady, downward pressure with my hips upon hers.Rhaine groaned from deep within, her head lolled back, and her eyes became somewhat unfocussed.“Oh, yes,” she mouthed, barely audible.“Rhaine?” Mercy inquired.“Get, get off of Rhaine,” the third girl said weakly. “Please?”Since she said please, I obliged. I flipped us over so that Rhaine was on top. I'm not sure how happy the girl was because Rhaine showed no haste in dismounting me, though we did stop kissing once more.“Would you, would you please get dressed now,” Rhaine panted. I would have been more impressed, and able, if Rhaine hadn't been humping me at the moment. Clearly, my cock had wedged itself right against her panty-covered love box, her lips divided and her clit rubbing along my shaft.“You really are quite beautiful,” I complimented her, as I brushed some loose hairs out of her eyes. Her face softened and she gave me her first compassionate smile. She also ground down on me harder, biting her lip as she did so. The two companions decided something, technically, it could be called a rescue mission, but I never really figured out who was being rescued as they grabbed my arms that encompassed Rhaine.The unnamed girl grabbed my unresisting hand and pulled it to her chest and kept it pinned tightly there. Mercy made even less pretense of actually helping out. She grabbed my other hand and put it in her lap. This would have been minutely more believable if her skirt hadn't 'accidentally' ridden up her thighs so that when I curled in my fingers, my hand slipped between her thighs.Any guess as to what happened when I flexed them again? As best as I could tell (I was still dealing with a face full of Rhaine), she had raised her closest thigh to block her friends from seeing what she was doing and was thrusting my hand into her crotch like it was some sort of fleshy dildo, with the 'finger-tickler' function.Heavy breathing, five seconds grinding my hand in deep, fifteen seconds figuring out that I was working my fingers underneath the elastic bands of her panties, twenty-two seconds. After that, she spread her thighs open slowly and as wide as she hoped she could get away with without being caught. She remained absolutely still as I slipped two fingers underneath her virginal armor and into her cream-covered labia while rubbing my thumb against her clit from the outside.Back to Rhaine: “I hope, ugh, ugh, you have learned, ugh, ugh, ugh, oh, God, your lesson, ugh, ugh, and we won't, Oh, have to force ourselves on, oh, yeah, ugh, ugh, you again,” By this time, Rhaine had soaked her panties so thoroughly that she was making squishing noises as she rode me.“If you give me one more kiss,” I grinned at her, “I'll do what you want and get dressed,” I've rarely seen someone so arrogant and conceited so utterly baffled about what they should do. Obviously, if she kissed me and I stood up, we would stop having 'safe sex,' but she was truly, in her heart, trying to enforce her will on me too."Fine,” I saved her, “if you kiss me until I surrender to you, I'll go quietly and do what you say all day long,” At no time was it ever discussed between us what it would take to make me surrender; she never gave me the chance. She grabbed my head with both hands and proceeded to suck the air out of my lungs and use her tongue to wrestle my tongue into submission.No-Name Girl wasn't humping me like a kitten on speed or pretending I was blind and her cunny was Braille, imparting knowledge by touch; she was playing the nervous virgin. I gave the slightest nudge toward her left breast, she stopped me. I repeated the motion and she stopped me again. On the third try, she controlled my gradual migration over her breast and centered my fingertips over her nipple.Mind you, I still had a face full of Rhaine so I couldn't see what I was doing, but I've had sex on moonless nights and I've even had sex blindfolded once (we both were and it was really fun), so I had some experience at sexual navigation by touch alone. I didn't grab, grope, or shake her orb around; I palmed the breast and slowly contracted the hand up, letting the fingers and thumb bring the areolas and nipple into a tantalizing squeeze, then re-extend hand and repeat.Her nipple was pretty average but it soon made an appearance, so on the seventh stroke, I migrated my hand toward the middle of her chest. She groaned in disappointment until I tapped on two of her buttons rapidly before going back to the breast. She understood right off the bat and that shirt got unbuttoned in three seconds flat. Another squeeze and I rolled like a gentle breeze back to the sternum, under the shirt, and to her surprise, under the bra, and started tweaking the nipple and letting her breast roll in my palm.You know, it would be easier to tell my friends from my enemies if they weren't both trying to fuck me to death. I guess all my girl-'friends' do it out of love; my enemies are trying to bring me closer to God, as long as I get there from outside the campus grounds. There are a million worse ways to die and I shouldn't complain; the most important point is that I do have friends after all.Making the Most of PunishmentI had barely gotten Nameless to suck two of my fingers and my thumb to slippery goodness and returned them to working her nipple when I heard someone not on the bed speak."Do you think we have enough footage now, Iona?” Rio purred in a lethally seductive voice.“In the words of the immortal Rio Talon,” Iona recited, “these bitches are toast.”Dedicated readers will recall how I once claimed that I didn't live in the real world; I lived in Crazy Town. I still do. Rhaine rolled off me, into Nameless, and they clutched each other to avoid tumbling off my bed. (I have a newer, far bigger bed on order for the very reason that I'm tired of lovely ladies nearly taking headers off my favorite sexual encounter spot.)Rhaine was bosom to bosom with a girl whose shirt was wide open with one boob pulled out of her bra. My hand was yanked free in the exchange so I rapidly pushed myself into a semi-reclined position. Why was I not getting all the way up, you ask? Reference: Crazy Town - Mercy decided that being secretly included in a sex video was a huge turn-on.She started riding my two fingers like they were a mini-cock and she was going off like gangbusters.“Yes, yes, yes, yes, aah,” Mercy's whimpers kept rising in volume."Oh, here it comes,” was Barbie Lynn's assessment, based on deep personal experience with me.“Aah,” Mercy continued with even more vigor.“Don't you worry, Barbie Lynn,” Rio patted her on the shoulder, “she's not nearly as loud as you are.”“Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh,” Mercy's whimpers became hiccups as I redoubled my efforts on her clitoris.“She's no Leigh either,” Opal pointed out.“Aye, aye, aye, aye,” Mercy began yelping louder still."What is he doing to her?” Brandi gasped in wonderment.“Bah, bah, bah, bah, bah,” Mercy's diaphragm began building up a terrible tension deep inside.“Ask him to show that to you in the shower tomorrow,” Opal sighed, reliving her own tactile experiences under my care. “I'm not fixated on his cock; if I can't have it, I'll settle for his hands and mouth on me whenever I can get it.”“Mother Fucker!” Mercy's head rolled back and she howled at the ceiling, killing all conversation in an instant. Silence hung over the room.Mercy started to fall forward but I caught her and let her drop onto my chest. I held her close until I felt her breathing start to come under control. She pushed up enough to look at me with eyes brimming with tears."I'm ruined,” she told me in a tired, raspy voice, then put her face into my shoulder and began wailing uncontrollably.I stroked her back and hair with my free hand. My other hand was covered in Mercy's fluids, and while some chicks might get off on being covered in their love juice, I doubted Mercy was into that kink; and besides, she was in her school uniform.“You are fine,” I cooed. “No one is showing that video to anyone so you are safe. You are one of us and we'll protect you.”That last bit was pulled 'outta my ass' so to speak. Every one of my friends up here had their own idea what our relationship was about and I could hardly speak for any one of them, much less all of us.“Speak for yourself, Numnuts; I'm going to sink these skanks,” Rio growled.“Rio, please,” I requested in a calm and tender voice. She glared back with ill-concealed rage.“Do you have any idea what these bitches have been doing to me and the other freshmen?” Rio spat back.“Only a vague idea. And I am not saying they shouldn't make amends but there are two things we should consider,” I began.It is a testament to how close Rio and I had grown that she permitted me to continue talking uninterrupted.“If we turn them in, we are precisely the type of people they think we are, immoral degenerates. This is supposed to be fun and liberating; if we start breaking people because they cut loose, actually express themselves and have fun, we become what they are and what we despise. I'll leave first,” I told her.“Also, as strange as it sounds, probably more to you and me than anyone else on campus, we are Christians,” I continued. Rio scoffed and clearly thought I'd lost my mind, or sold out.“You don't bend, Rio. You know right and wrong, and while you often choose wrong, you don't make excuses about it, and I've never had a better friend because I know you mean what you say and say what you mean, no matter how cutting,” I explained.“You have clearly lived a socially deprived life, ” Rio taunted me, but her words cracked under her emotional turmoil “, if I'm what you consider to be a good friend, you stupid bitch moron cocksucker.”“Let's put it to a vote,” Iona volunteered the notion.“I think that's a good idea,” Barbie Lynn stated, with Brandi and Opal agreeing.“Fine, whatever,” grumbled Rio.“Okay. We are voting on whether or not we use the video as leverage against Rhaine, Mercy and, ” I looked to the nameless girl.“Joy,” she provided. “Joy Jefferson.”“Okay, and Joy Jefferson,” I finished. “I vote 'no'.”“I vote 'No',” Barbie Lynn went first, but Iona was right behind her with the same vote.“I'm actually with Rio on this one,” Brandi said. “They are trying to get rid of Zane. I vote 'Yes'.”“I vote 'Yes' as well,” Opal agreed. “They shouldn't even be in our dorm or in Zane's room,” The most surprised person in the room was now Rio. She clearly expected all the girls who had 'fallen under my spell' to do what I said, leaving her to be in the too familiar spot of being the Odd Woman Out."I vote 'Yes' for both those reasons,” she beamed hate at Rhaine, “plus I am Evil and I want your parents' heads to explode when they see you humping a guy in his dorm room while your lesbian buddies hold him down.”“It is a tie,” Iona pointed out. “What do we do now?”“It isn't a tie,” I countered. “Not every F F U student has voted.”“Oh, fuck no,” Rio snapped. “They don't get a vote. I'll run and get Cappy and she'll sink their asses.”“Okay,” I told her. “I'm sure you can relate to having your fate boned by forces beyond your control. You go out and get as many people as you think are necessary to get them expelled and possibly tossed out by their parents. Take your time; there is nowhere they can run.”Rio got halfway down the stairs before she came storming back up in a fury that would make a tornado proud.“Move, Bitch,” she screamed at Mercy. I pushed Mercy out of the way because I knew what was coming while she had no clue. I scooted to the edge of the bed closest to where Rio was charging. SLAP! Oh, fuck, that hurt.“You motherfucking, cock-smoking, son of a bitch,” she seethed. SLAP! resounded from my other cheek.I caught a glimpse of Iona coming to my aid but she was corralled by Barbie Lynn in time. Opal looked concerned and Brandi was totally stunned.“Don't you ever talk to me like that,” she screamed, SLAP! “I am not the Better Person. People fuck with me and I make them burn! Do you hear me?”“I understand,” I responded with quiet, sincere intensity. Rio hauled off to hit me again and stopped.“Give them to me, Zane. Don't fight me on this. You'll be sorry,” she threatened.“I'm doing this because I am your friend, Rio. From 6:00 a.m. on Day One, it has been you and me, and in four years when we earn our release, it will still be you and me,” I related.“I don't fucking need you or your fucking pity, Shit For Brains,” she growled.“Did it ever occur to you that I'm doing this for me, not you?” I explained. “Look around you right now; mostly really special people but none of them have lost their family and been sent off to live in exile.”“My family is not dead, Zane,” she replied, her anger misting away like fog before the Sun.“They may live and breathe but you lost them some time ago just the same,” I prodded her. Rio said nothing for the longest time, then a lone tear escaped down her cheek.“Sorry, Bro,” she stroked my tenderized cheek.“I'm seriously awake now, if that's any consolation,” I smirked.“Smart ass,” she chuckled back.“Are they okay now?” I overheard Brandi asking the other three girls on my side.“Oh, they are fine, Brandi,” drawled Barbie Lynn. “They are like feuding twin brother and sister, somewhat incestuous, mind you, but they are about as close to kin, without being kin, as anyone I've ever seen, save Christina and Heaven.”“Rio?” I requested once more.“Fine, the dumb bunnies can vote,” she snarled, “but I am praying to God they screw it up anyway.”“How do you ladies vote?” I looked to Rhaine but addressed them all.“Um, 'No',” Rhaine said quietly. When no one said anything, Joy rapidly agreed. That left everyone looking at Mercy not that her vote mattered to the final outcome; Rhaine and company were safe by at least one vote no matter what.“I,” sniff, “okay, yes,” gak, “I mean No!” she corrected, then added, “thank you.”“The Noes have it; the video will be archived, not to be seen again until my funeral, which might convince Rhaine to let me live in peace,” I teased. The three seniors sighed with relief.“Now for the punishment,” Barbie Lynn pronounced.“What?” Rhaine blanched. “I thought we covered that. Are you going back on your word?”“No,” Barbie Lynn smiled. “The video is out of bounds but there is still the matter of this being my dorm and me finding you in one of my student's rooms sexually molesting him. Re-read the Handbook if you doubt me or my authority, Rhaine.”“We were told to be here by Dean Gorman,” Rhaine countered.“Coach Gorman told you to go into Zane's room, sit on his lovely piece of male reproductive perfection, and ride it like you were in the Pony Express?” Barbie smirked. Rhaine, Joy, and Mercy realized that they had no plausible defense and too many witnesses.“What about you all being here?” Rhaine reposed desperately.“We heard his cries for help,” Rio beamed. “I think Zane's cries went something like, 'Help, help, I'm trying to remain pure but these scantily clad babes are tearing off their clothes and partaking of my muscular, well-toned man-flesh'.”“But that's a lie,” Rhaine wailed.“Rhaine, we just salvaged your college career, if not your entire life, and you are worried about Rio's colorful recreation of events?” I inquired.“What is the punishment?” I looked to Barbie.“Spanking,” she declared. “Three swats from each of us should do it - barehanded.”Rhaine, Joy, and Mercy looked unhappy but not horrified. They looked decidedly less happy when Rio perked up.Morphing Intentions“Iona goes first,” Rio said gleefully. “And it has to be on the bare, naked bottom, no panties; three spanks from each of us on each of you, no more than three minutes between the first and last.”“No way,” Rhaine snapped. She moved to the edge of the bed and stood up.“Fine. Let's go to Gorman's office right now,” Barbie Lynn declared. “Zane, you come along as soon as you get dressed."I'll do it,” Mercy sniffled. “I'll take my spanking.”“Me too,” Joy joined in. Rhaine looked around for some lifeline but there was none.“Very well; let's get this over with,” Rhaine conceded. The three girls took off their panties, which probably needed replacing anyway, turned around, bent over, and put their hands on the bed.“No, no, no,” Rio denounced their efforts. “All three of you, on the bed, hands and knees with your knees at the edge,” When Rhaine looked ready to object, "You agreed to this, Ladies. It is this or else!” The Condemned looked at one another, then slowly obeyed, but Rio wasn't satisfied. She pushed their tushes around and forced them to spread their legs farther apart and generally harangued them until she was happy with the arrangements.It didn't take a 'Doctor Ruth' to figure out what Rio was really doing but the three victims, plus Brandi and Iona, had no idea what they were in store for.“Iona, you first; give them something to remember you by. I'm next, followed by Barbie Lynn, Brandi, Opal, and Zane bats clean-up,” (snicker) Rio directed.Barbie Lynn walked down the line, lifting up each skirt onto their back while I scrambled off to get dressed. (Okay, I walked six feet to my wardrobe and dresser.) Iona stood somewhat timidly behind Rhaine, took a deep breath, and, did a rather lukewarm smack. As soon as it fell Iona flinched, and she looked over to a glaring Rio.The next smack was hard enough to make Rhaine give a startled jump but not really cruel. The third, on the other cheek, was about as forceful. Iona stepped down the line and administered her share of the punishment. When she shuffled over to Rio, she looked embarrassed.“I'm sorry, Rio. I'm not sure about all of this. I don't want to hurt them,” she explained.“It's cool,” Rio soothed her. “You did exactly what I wanted you to do. Now,” and whispering followed. Iona shrugged, raided my towel shelf, and headed downstairs quickly. Now it was Rio's turn. She walked up behind Rhaine, knelt between her legs, pressing them apart.“What the, ” Rhaine began.“Shut up and take it!” Rio growled with such menace that Rhaine turned forward and lowered her head in shame. When Rio placed a hand against Rhaine's rump, it wasn't in anger, though, but to rub it softly.“Very soft,” Rio purred sensually. “Did Iona hurt you?”“Ah, not too bad,” Rhaine stammered, confused by Rio's sudden affection.“I see a handprint,” Rio told her. She was seeing something the rest of us were missing was all I could think. She leaned in and kissed that invisible mark, which caused more of a reaction than any of Iona's slaps.“Hey, what are you doing?” Rhaine squawked. SLAP! “Ow!” cried Rhaine. She tried to pull away but Rio grabbed her hips with two hands and pulled back.“You agreed to this,” Rio threatened her. Rhaine shuddered but she stopped trying to escape. “Are you going to behave so we can get this over with or do we need to make up an excuse for why we missed breakfast?”“Fine, fine, let's get this over with,” Rhaine said dejectedly.“Good girl,” Rio cooed. She began massaging Rhaine's right ass cheek with one hand while holding tight with her left hand on Rhaine's left hip. Rio placed a kiss on the cleft between the thigh and ass; Rhaine gave a tiny gasp, twitched, and tried to incrementally pull away.Rio was having none of that.“Bad girl,” she murmured, but there was no slap this time. Instead, she slithered between Rhaine and Joy and whispered into Rhaine's ear. “Would you please get on your elbows, Sweet Rhaine?”I'd have bet money that Rhaine would have shot off her mouth if not physically resisted, but Rio was Mistress of the Moment and Rhaine meekly complied. Rio was so dominant, she even kissed Rhaine's ear and nipped the earlobe before resuming her station at Rhaine's posterior.“Is this punishment?” Brandi whispered.“Just you wait and see, Brandi,” was my reply. Rio reached out with her hands, separated her butt cheeks, and soaked in the view. Right when Rhaine started to look underneath herself, Rio pushed her face into her cunt and made a loud sucking sound.“AH!” Rhaine gasped, startled yet aroused.“Um,” Rio slurped, as she rubbed her face deep into Rhaine's Love box. I recognized the tongue technique of darting deep into the vagina, alternating with a vigorous suction of the clitoris. Instead of trying to get away, Rhaine went from resting on her elbows down to her chest touching the bed, her arms crossed, and her head resting on them. SLAP!“Ow!” Rhaine whined, “That hurt,” Rio was too busy giving Rhaine's cunt a world class swirly so it fell to Barbie Lynn to explain."That's why it is called punishment, Rhaine,” she said, but Rhaine was already moaning in ecstasy. A thin sheen of sweat had just started covering Rhaine's exposed flesh when Iona returned with a wicker basket full of wet cloths.I was buttoning my shirt and enjoying the show when I caught Joy and Mercy studying Rhaine with some concern and exchanging worried glances with one another. Rio seriously worked over Rhaine's pussy for another minute, then launched one more stinging slap. This time Rhaine screamed into her arm instead of out loud and didn't protest.Rio stood up and kissed the small of Rhaine's back.“You have one hot cunt, Bitch. I look forward to tearing another piece of you off later,” Rio told her, voice heavy with heated passion. “Iona, towel,” Iona tossed her a towel; Rio caught it one handed and used it to wipe off her face. She smiled at Barbie as the blonde came up and knelt behind Rhaine.Barbie Lynn's first spank was hardly brutal but it did get Rhaine's attention. She then began kissing each cheek as her hands parted the Senior Class President's (presumptive) butt cheeks. Her attentions wandered between the twin sets of firm muscle, her tongue flicking along Rhaine's pink, puckered star."Gak!” Rhaine gasped. She followed it up with a serious tremor throughout her body. Barbie Lynn glanced over to me, gave me a devilish grin, and flexed her eyebrows in sheer delight. Barbie returned to Rhaine's rump and set to work using her extensive skills on her pussy, parting her lips with the fingers of one hand, pinching her clit between the thumb and forefingers of the other hand, and licking along her entire slit with her tongue.Between Joy's thighs, Rio was putting on a performance that would make Jenna Jameson proud, maybe even envious. Apparently her teenage exploration of the Arizona nightlife had not been the waste of time her parents thought it was. I doubt it mattered to Joy, who was already pushing her ass against Rio's face. On this victim, instead of spanking, Rio was biting her ass hard enough to leave marks and make Joy squeal.Two minutes into this round, Rhaine lost it and squirted all over Barbie Lynn's face. This was apparently her first squirter because Barbie tried to back away from the eruption, which only guaranteed that it splashed all over her body from eyebrows to both bodacious breasts.“Rhaine,” Barbie Lynn scolded her fellow senior, “you could have warned me.”Rhaine didn't respond; her face nestled down on her arms and her whole body wracked with waves of orgasmic bliss and her lungs fighting for air - she was in no state to respond. As Barbie stripped off her shirt, I gave her a washcloth and one of my white shirts. I tossed Rio her second cloth of the morning and motioned Brandi forward.“She's, she's still having her orgasm,” Brandi questioned.Blurring the distinctions between punishment and arousal.“That's why this is called punishment,” I explained with a knowing smile. Brandi opened her mouth in surprise, followed by understanding, and then a race to get between Rhaine's legs and take her first lick of Rhaine's quivering quim.“Ah, ah, ah,  Barbie Lynn, I've, ” Rhaine finally articulated “, never done that before, I swear. I am sorry,” That was all she could muster; right after that, her fists crumpled up the quilt on my bed and she bit down on the folds in an attempt to stifle the increasingly slutty moans Brandi was bringing forth.Barbie Lynn decided not to put on my shirt, maybe not comprehending that her lacy beige bra had been rendered virtually transparent by Rhaine's ejaculate. Besides myself, Opal was also fixated on the view of her pendulous orbs and gorgeous engorged nipples. The blonde took a different approach with Joy. She lifted up the girl's hips, elevated her to the point Barbie could lick her from pubic mound to ass and back again.I knew Barbie Lynn was strong, but I'd never exploited that quality in that manner. I made a note for experimentation tomorrow night."No, no, no, no,” Joy repeated in a desperate effort to fight off the sensations that were pulsating in an irresistible current surging up from the wellspring of her womanhood. “I can't do this,” she sobbed. “Lord, please save me.”I hurried around the bed and slid beside Joy's head. I took her by the chin and made eye contact.“Joy, if you really want this to stop, it will end right now,” I promised her, though I was sure I was getting a dirty, if unseen, glare from Rio. “You gave your word but if you honestly believe you have been punished enough, take my hand and I'll escort you out of here.”I offered my hand to her and she stared at it.“Get me out of here,” she panted, tears trickling down her cheeks and gathering at her chin.“No, you get yourself out of here. Give up and agree to leave Mercy and Rhaine to take the punishment you agreed to.”“Take my hand, abandon them, and I'll clean you up and escort you back to the fifth floor. That will be the end of it and nothing more will be said,” I defined my terms. Barbie Lynn was still going to town on Joy's clit and the poor victim so desperately wanted to escape her nearly impossible battle with her own incendiary sexuality, which was no longer begging for release but tearing its prison down brick by brick.Joy almost reached my hand but fell short at the last moment.“God forgive me,” she wept. He breathing began spiraling out of control. “Ugh, ugh, ugh, oh, please, stop, I beg, beg you,” Divine intervention or not, Barbie Lynn's session ended and Joy was given breathing room. She even had a moment to look up at me and give a weak smile as if she had gained some small triumph.Her self-deception was made evident to her the moment Brandi exploded onto her scene. What the girl lacked in technique and experience, she more than compensated with raw, hungry enthusiasm. Joy's eyes grew as wide as limpid saucers, "Oh, No!” she wailed. Gurgling came next, and finally, “This can't be happening. God Forgive Me!” and what may have been her first sexual climax.She did grab my hands then and pulled them to her. Her face was slack, her mouth open and panting, and her eyes had this far-off look, so I lowered my lips to her face and licked her lips before settling my lips on hers and basically coaxing her tongue as it struggled to deal with several more waves of orgasm. I kept her kiss going with the occasional rest break so she could continue to breath.“Thank you,” she whispered to me as she started to stabilize.“We F F U have to stick together,” I both reminded her and boggled her shaken mind at the same time. Half an hour ago she had no doubt I didn't belong here and wasn't really F F U material, male and immoral. In her regard for me, I could see her blind acceptance of traditional F F U dogma weakening.“I've got to go now; it is almost my time to start punishing Rhaine,” I softly informed Joy. Her hormone-trampled mind struggled to grasp that she was halfway through her torture. Brandi would finish soon, then it would be Opal, and then it would me, a male; me, face first at the gateway to her sacred womb.Her virginity would be spared from extinction by my will alone and I could tell that scared the hell out of her. She'd been chosen for her belief that Zane was a corrupter and that extraordinary measures were necessary to drive him out, no matter how sinful they may appear, and now she was face down and bare ass up, surrounded in his room by him and his friends. The most terrifying thing of all may well have been that we had made her feel more like a woman than she'd ever felt before.Where Rhaine had divorced her feelings and pleasure from her grasp of reality, and Joy was beating herself up every step of the way, Mercy had completely submerged herself in the transformation her body was going through. Mercy had already experienced one orgasm and come crashing down into doubt and self-loathing, only to be shown that her life wasn't over and no one thought the worst of her for actually enjoying sex.She didn't feel like a tramp or a slut; she felt alive and burning bright, so when Rio gave her that first hard spank, she'd moaned instead of crying out, and when the 'felon' gave her first few licks, Mercy reached under her body with one arm and started rubbing her slit in tandem with Rio's face dance. Even Rio's snicker didn't dampen her ardor, and when Rio took Mercy's hand and pushed two of Mercy's fingers deep in, Mercy thrust back with her hips so that her fingers touched her hymen.When Rio pulled Mercy's hand out of her twat, Mercy whimpered in need, but when she felt her fingers go into a different damp, warm orifice, she stopped, and when Rio's mouth started sucking the juices off of those fingers and twirling her tongue around each individual digit, Mercy couldn't help herself from wiggling her hips like a bitch in heat.With the fingers clean, Rio inserted them, along with two of her own fingers, back into Mercy's cunt, extremely stretching it out. Rio then came around the far side of Mercy, away from the others, and whispered into her ear. Later she related what was said:“You like that don't you?” Rio teased. Mercy nodded vigorously. “Come to Zane's room tonight and I'll fuck you all night long. You'll be my bitch. Do you understand that?” Another vigorous nod. “I've got to leave you soon to these other girls and Zane, but don't you forget you are mine now; my property, my mate. Don't make me hunt you down and put my brand on your ass, clear?” One final, excited nod.I live in Crazy Town. On par with that information was the fact that I had promised the night to Heaven and I had no clue how in the hell that was going to work out. My bed barely held three people, four was asking too much. If you made one of those people Heaven with her secret, the term 'impossible' came to mind.At the start of the line, Opal met Rhaine. She landed two very loud, wet smacks on Rhaine's behind, causing the senior to rock forward. Having gotten most of the 'cover story' (the spanking) out of the way, Opal rolled Rhaine onto her back with only the weakest of protests. She started a few gentle teases and kisses with her lips to Rhaine's cunt while Rhaine's legs dangled off the floor.Once she got Rhaine back into an erotic state, Opal began lifting Rhaine's thighs up and out until she'd pushed Rhaine's knees almost back to her breasts and feeding like a ravenous succubus on every inch of thigh, cunt, ass, and stomach. Opal hadn't been gentle with Brandi, but she'd been absolutely gentle, kind, and caring compared to the treatment Rhaine was getting.Rhaine held it in as long as possible but when she cut loose, she cut loose in a big way. Her fists pounded the bed repeatedly, her head swept back and forth, and her lower torso kept thrusting off the bed and into Opal's mouth, lips, and tongue.“Damn!” she screamed through clenched teeth as her body expended one last spasm.Opal succeeded in catching most of Rhaine's fluid eruption, rolled the heavily panting Rhaine to one side, and administered the proscribed last spank.“You're up, Zane,” she winked with a smile, before cleaning her face and moving on to the nearly as devastated Joy. I settled between Rhaine's legs and began administering kisses.“Please, Zane,” she begged, “it hurts. I'm so sore. Please just spank me.”“Sorry, I can't do that,” I told her sternly. Rhaine closed her eyes and muttered some kind of prayer, though she made no attempt to shield her body from me. I doubt she even knew I was lying beside her until my first kiss played upon her eyelids.“You are not going to, to me?” she inquired with a desperate hope.“No. I'm going to spank you so hard you can't sit for a week,” I threatened, “unless I forget my three-minute time limit. I can't imagine what would possibly distract me, though,” It took Rhaine's sexually fatigued mind a moment to catch on but when she did, she clasped her hands on either side of my face and kissed me with an inspired intensity.I let my fingers play along her breastbone and stroke her breasts through her shirt and bra. About a minute into this little game, I discovered Rio leaning over us, clearing her throat."This monster made us jump out a second-story window,” she stared intently. Fear crept back into Rhaine's eyes as she glanced from Rio to me.“I am biting her tongue, I promise,” I grinned.“I'm not joking, Zane,” Rio warned me.“Fine,” I groaned. “Rhaine, roll toward me,” I instructed, as I propped myself up, and she reluctantly rolled toward me. I put a hand on her hip, hiked up her skirt and rolled her farther to me until I got a good look at her rump.“Rio, take a look at this, please,” I motioned to Rhaine's butt. Rhaine blushed and lowered her head. I doubt having her ass naked and on display on my bed was what she intended or even imagined possible when she got up this morning. I ran a hand along her spine to the cleft between her cheeks and squeezed the upper one tightly.“This is a thing of beauty,” I told Rio, but clearly wanting Rhaine thinking about what was being said. Rio knew me too well to think I'd turn that butt cheek red so she took the other path. Rio reached out and stroked it too.“Okay, Zane; it is damn sexy,” Rio acknowledged grudgingly.I took Rhaine's hand in my own and placed it on her side, just below the ribs, and led it in a wandering trip to her lower back, then to the cheek I'd displayed to Rio.“See, Rhaine, you have a fantastic ass. God knew what he was doing when he made you,” I told her. “It is a pity we can't see you in shorts or a bikini from time to time.”“That is sinful and leads men into the Sin of Lust,” Rhaine said with absolute conviction. “This is the work of the Devil, not God,” Rio ground her teeth but I grinned."Did God create the male peacock?” I questioned, while I kept hold of Rhaine's hand and stroking her ass from tailbone to the dip into the bottom of her sopping wet pussy.“Yes,” she cautiously replied, her breath coming faster and faster.“Yet we don't run around putting them in garbage bags because they are enticing to the eye,” I reasoned. “You make it sound like it isn't a man's fault that he can't control his own impulses, even though he is supposed to lead his household.”“God made you beautiful and he made me with will enough to look at you and respect any decision you make about your body,” I hammered away. “I'm not going to say I don't want to have sex with you because that would be a lie, but the important thing to me is that you took a Purity Pledge and I have to respect that.”Rhaine had nothing to say at that moment. I was clearly a randy bastard who preyed upon good Christian girls and tricked them into surrendering to my dark desires.“You are trying to trick me,” she panted, while I leaned in and kissed her neck and ear.“Rhaine, I've been trying to avoid you since we first met. You are the one who cornered me in my dorm,” I pointed out. “You came into my room when you knew I was either naked or getting dressed. You chose to crawl onto my bed when I was sitting down, meditating and clearly naked. I was hoping my blatant sexuality would make you leave me alone, not attack me.”“Don't blame Rhaine,” Rio joked to me. “Rhaine, Zane's like sex candy,” she directed to Rhaine. “You won't be the first bunch of Christian bitches we've had to rescue Zane from. It is not his fault; it is ours. He's masculine, kind, and available. You know that he has been in three fights since coming here; right?”“Uh, uh, uh, yes,” Rhaine panted. “It makes him dangerous, he's a man.”“Really?” Rio chortled. “Two of those fights were to save me from you ladies, and he stopped fighting the moment I was safe. The third fight was caused because two of our girls were being set upon by those University guys and Zane put his body in the way, they hit him first.”“I, is this true?” she said with a heavy breath.“Ask Mercy to tell you the truth, not what they've told her to say. Ask Cappadocia about that first fight and the fight off campus. You may not like Iona but she wouldn't lie to you and she knows how that second fight started,” Rio sounded so reasonable.I slowly rolled over onto Rhaine while I kissed her neck and shoulders.“Ah, ew, yes,” Rhaine cooed passionately. “Tricking me, ” she sighed but that didn't stop her from slowly moving her arms and legs around me.“Do you want to be on top?” I whispered to Rhaine.“I, uh,” she stammered, then nodded. We rolled to the very foot of the bed and started a serious make-out session. I began rubbing down her mid- and lower back for a bit before moving to her ass cheeks and giving them a firm squeeze.“That doesn't hurt too much, does it?” I asked compassionately.“Um, no, feels good,” she managed to get out between kisses.“Okay,” Rio smirked as she tapped Rhaine's shoulder. “Tap out; your time is up. Now get off my bitch (meaning me). He's got two more of you to go through before we can leave.”“Huh? What?” Rhaine sounded confused, then, “it's over?” Her eyes betrayed how little she wanted this to stop right now.“Good,” Rhaine sighed sadly. She began sliding down my body. When she saw that I was rising slower than she was receding, Rhaine waited until our lips met before continuing. We remained lip-locked until we stood up, my hands cupping her ass (now covered by her skirt once more) and her arms wrapped around my neck.“Have you learned your lesson?” I inquired when we finally came up for air. Rhaine looked at me for several seconds, unsure what to say.“Joy's waiting,” Barbie Lynn reminded us both. Rhaine let her hands drop to her sides and stepped back. Barbie Lynn pressed something into her hands which turned out to be a fresh pair of panties. “I doubt you want to put on your old pair,” Barbie Lynn pointed out, “and these are fresh out of the bag.”“Thank you, Barbie Lynn,” Rhaine said with embarrassment.“Here is a washcloth,” Iona added as she handed one over.“You can go behind my wardrobe to change,” I offered. The thought of any of the girls going behind a veil to avoid exposing themselves as they cleaned up and put on underwear might appear pointless, but after everything those three had gone through, handing them back a piece of their dignity was a kindness we could all afford.Rhaine disappeared from sight and I turned to Joy. Opal was still giving her a seriously hard time despite the time limit expiring and gave me a wink as she went to displace Brandi on Mercy. I put a knee on the bed and lifted Joy up. She squealed but didn't squirm and I carefully maneuvered her onto her feet.I held her tight while she reoriented.“Are you okay?” I voiced my concern. Joy gave a brief nod. “Are you ready for your last punishment?” Joy looked me in the eyes, then gave the tiniest acknowledgement. “Now stand on your tiptoes, put one hand around my neck, and use the other to hold up the back of your skirt while you press tightly against me.”When she had done as I directed, I looked deep into her eyes. I spanked her cheeks, left-right-left, drawing forth a sharp breath, gritted teeth, and tears brimming in her eyes. I had not been gentle but sometimes a person needs punishment to forgive themselves for feeling good about something they've been told is wrong. That was the pop psychology I was running on at the moment. If I got it wrong, forgive me; I'm only eighteen.No sooner had Barbie Lynn and Iona supplied Joy with her parting gifts did Mercy howl. Her further outbursts were muted by her grabbing my much abused pillow and using it as a muzzle. Her body tensing and recoiling time and again was both frightening and erotic combined, and I was suddenly trying to remember if anyone close by knew CPR.Opal fell back on her butt and looked at the rest of us.“That was wild,” she smiled, and licked her lips, “but I think I need to go change.”I helped Opal stand and we exchanged a rich yet messy, sticky kiss.“Best intervention ever,” Opal joked with me, then skipped off down the stairs. I turned to Mercy and plopped down beside her. A quick examination showed a sweaty, tired young lady with a sensual smile on her lips.“I think she's had enough, but” , I swatted her butt lightly three times and stood up. “Breakfast anyone?”Dorm Life, Heaven and Mercy too.*If I love women, I'm straight; and if I love men, I'm confused; does being Bi make me greedy?*We were late heading out of the dorm so, under Rhaine's watchful control, the group jogged toward the dining hall. As we made the final approach, Rhaine grabbed my arm. Rhaine, Joy, Mercy and I slowed down while the rest headed in ahead of us.“What are we going to say?” Rhaine hissed in a panicky voice.“I was childish, blocked the door, and you caught me sneaking down a fire escape,” I suggested.“You will get in trouble,” Rhaine said with utter confusion.“I can take it better than you can,” I related.“I don't understand. Why are you, all of you, doing this for us?” Joy asked.“Because,” I snorted, “we are the good guys,” They clearly thought I was a nut but going inside cut off the conversation. "Besides, I need to do something that's going to be rough on both of us.”The Smartest Girl on CampusLooking back on things, that first Monday when it was only Rio and I realizing what I was became the only time I entered the Dining Hall or Assembly without being noticed. First I had been a novelty, now I was the freakish center of the storm. I sort of held my reactions in reverse; the hateful looks my enemies gave me made me laugh while the hopeful looks my allies gave me scared the hell out of me.I was dwelling on that quirk in my nature when I reached the spot my gang was sitting; we had our own location and the majority of the school had given it their blessing. Weird? Only the Class Presidents had their own preordained spots. Speaking of which,“Hey, Jungle Boy,” Rio teased in such a dangerous way that I felt my balls crawl up into my body. “Iona nominated you for Freshman Class President.”“Ha, ha, ha,” I joked dryly, then looked to Iona. She couldn't meet my gaze. “Iona, why? Why didn't you at least ask me first?”“I knew you would say 'no',” she replied softly, then she looked up with more determination, “but I know you would be a great Class President.”“Don't sweat it, Zane,” Rio chuckled. “You need fifty signatures to be on the ballet.”“He has seventy-two,” Iona informed us.“Gack! How long have I been out there?” I gasped.“Nine minutes,” Iona smirked bashfully. I looked around the room, humbled and disturbed. You have to remember that there weren't 250 freshmen and nearly one-third had decided that I should lead them; the faculty must be having kittens. I was thinking that over when a previous bit of theater came back to bite me in the ass. A girl I vaguely knew, Arielle, a fellow freshman, put her hand on my shoulder and waited.It took me a second to clue in but thankfully she and the others were patient. I put my hand on top of hers.“Thank you,” I told her. She smiled and moved away, immediately replaced by another freshman. Over 80 freshmen followed and I could feel the disgust emanating from the head table were Chancellor Bass sat.Friends like Brandi and Dove came over to congratulate me on my nomination but I realized my more savvy friends stayed away. They knew the struggle I was in for and the very real possibility that even if I was elected, Chancellor Bass would simply kick me out. I'd be going to them for advice and counsel. I guess I might actually have to ask Iona who the Sophomore and Junior Class Presidents were. In fact,“Iona, who are the other Class Presidents?” I inquired.“They would be those haughty bitches in pleated skirts,” Rio interrupted.“Funny like a crutch,” I replied snidely. “Besides, that describes about half the girls here.”“These would be the ones avoiding you like the plague,” Rio snickered.“Here you go,” Iona intervened, showing me two pictures on her phone. “Besides, you aren't that alone; the Science Club and Botany Club both support you.”“Whoop-de-do,” Rio huffed. “What are they going to do? Send nasty e-mails and throw clods of dirt on our opponents?”“Could I meet with them?” I asked Iona, ignoring Rio's snide asides.“They've both agreed to help with your Solarium,” Iona shot a 'that will show you' to Rio, “and you already know the head of the Science Club but I can set up a meeting if you like.”“Make it so,” I commanded loftily.“Zane, if you become Class President Iona will be your Personal Assistant, but what does that make me?” Rio inquired.“My House Assassin,” I suggested. Rio seemed to like the idea, it fit with her violent tendencies, but she wanted an explanation. “You are almost always underestimated, and like me, you have nothing to lose.”“House Assassin,” Rio mulled it over. “Okay, but I prefer the title 'Ninja Reaper Angel'.”Rio and I exchanged looks; hers mischievous and mine one of amusement.“NRA?” I questioned her. “Seriously?”“Well, I like it,” Iona interjected.“Wait! Wait!” Rio exclaimed. “Ninja Stripper Angel, I could be the NSA!”“How about Ninja Urban Temptress?” I suggested.“Hardy har har,” Rio snickered, then stuck out her tongue.“On that note,” sounded an exasperated Iona, “let's go to class. Hanging out with you two is lowering my IQ,” Rio and I shared an awestruck look."Did our little girl just make a funny?” Rio wondered.“They grow up so fast these days. I blame the internet,” I responded. Iona hit me before taking her tray and standing up.“Ow! Why didn't you hit Rio?” I questioned.“She's incorrigible, Zane, but I expect better from you,” the little raven haired beauty lectured me, but with a compassionate smile. I looked to Rio but she stuck out her tongue again and left as well.I was still dealing. I had joined with Elizabeth (a neutral in the power struggles going on) for my Handmaiden's D

Hello there! Welcome to Professor Jacob's 170th lesson on Pokémon biology. And this lesson today will be all about Chinchou: the Angler Pokémon. This totally-not-bug-type is known for its antennae that shoot positive and negative electricity. And as you can imagine, these antennae glow quite bright! Chinchou uses them to communicate with others while it traverses the dark ocean floor. Light your own path, am I right? Fun message for the day, kids! And as a reminder, be sure to send submissions for Class President before February 7! ►Support the Professor's class on Patreon: patreon.com/wwopokemon ►Join our Discord:⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ https://discord.gg/Jc5P2Mk6Ru⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ ►Other Social Media:⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ https://linktr.ee/wwopokemon

Episode  124 - Carter Hellwarth is first-year college student at Bowling Green State University studying communication and film production.  Carter grew up on a dairy farm in Mercer County, Ohio, was Class President of this graduating glass, and ranked near the top of his class at Parkway High School.  He also placed 2nd in the Nation at the 2023 National FFA Convention for Extemporaneous Public Speaking.  Ben takes on the role of mastermind behind this "sneak attack" of an episode, while Chad tries to fly under the radar by drafting off their guest & fellow Falcon's soaring altitude.  The two are determined to secret away the real answers to their "Should I Send My Kids to College" question from a real-life (and undercover) college student.  What was Carter's journey of discernment that landed him at a 4-year university, and why did he think that it was the right path to success for him?  Are there any ways in which Carter's upbringing and Christian faith have been tested while attending college?  How is Carter's first year at college going, and how has his pro-active approach to getting involved on campus been a critical part of his early experience?     

Hello there! Welcome to Professor Jacob's 169th lesson on Pokémon biology. This lesson today will be all about Crobat: the Bat Pokémon and final evolved form of Zubat. If you thought Golbat was scary, think again! Crobat is a masterful flier - so much so that it can now fly silently. Seriously, you can't hear a thing. Crobat can quickly swoop down, bite your neck with its sharp fangs, and suck your blood… without you ever noticing. Terrifying, right? This should've been our Halloween lesson. And as a reminder, be sure to send submissions for Class President before February 7! ►Support the Professor's class on Patreon: patreon.com/wwopokemon ►Join our Discord:⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ https://discord.gg/Jc5P2Mk6Ru⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ ►Other Social Media:⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ https://linktr.ee/wwopokemon

Hello there! Welcome to Professor Jacob's 168th lesson on Pokémon biology. And today's lesson is about Ariados: the Long Leg Pokémon and evolved form of Spinarak. This elusive predator hunts at night. Ariados captures its prey by webbing it up, where it then bites the victim and sucks out their bodily fluids. Mmmm yummy! But sometimes, Ariados will simply attach silk to its prey and set it free. It will then track its prey again and kill it along with their friends. Sounds like quite a party! And students, be sure to send submissions for Class President before February 7! ►Support the Professor's class on Patreon: patreon.com/wwopokemon ►Join our Discord:⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ https://discord.gg/Jc5P2Mk6Ru⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ ►Other Social Media:⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ https://linktr.ee/wwopokemon

Today Ian interviews John Foong, CRO of Domain Group. Domain is one of the largest property marketplaces and portals in the Southern Hemisphere. John tells us how to leverage metrics rather than drown in data, and how to demonstrate your business' value, even in a tight market. He also describes how you should treat frequent flyers; what John calls his best customers. Guest Bio:John joined Domain as CRO in September 2021, having previously held senior leadership roles at Uber, Google and McKinsey & Co. John has focused on accelerating Domain‘s marketplace strategy leveraging Domain mantra of “Better Together”. John's focus is helping agents build sustainable and effective businesses by offering a set of connected solutions to supercharge agents workflow to complete today's tasks in half the time. He was ranked #36 in Elite Agent's “Most influential leaders in Australian real estate” at the end of 2022.John has a Bachelor of Commerce Honours from degree UNSW and an MBA and Masters in Education from Stanford University, where he was the Class President.Guest Quote:“You can easily spend a lot of time reviewing metrics, collating metrics, trying to clear out all the noise so those metrics are reasonable and comparable. And the useful question I find in trying to figure out that middle ground, that optimal point of metrics, is that question of, ‘so what?' Or put differently, if I have this metric, if I measure it, will it help me make a different management decision in a timely way? What's the so what?” - John FoongTime Stamps:**(00:50) - John's role at Domain**(01:33) - Defining RevOps**(06:48) - Building RevOps Strategy**(11:45) - RevObstacles **(14:28) - RevOops**(25:10) - The Toolshed **(36:41)  - Quick Hits Sponsor:Rise of RevOps is brought to you by Qualified. Qualified's Pipeline Cloud is the future of pipeline generation for revenue teams that use Salesforce. Learn more about the Pipeline Cloud on Qualified.com. Links:Connect with John on LinkedInConnect with Ian Faison on LinkedinCheck out the Domain Group Website

On this Warm Up, Jezzie plays high school yearbook editor and Sigi assigns him the tasks of Star Wars Superlatives! Find out who he chooses for Prom King and Queen and his hot take for Class President. Listen in as Jezzie takes the Star Wars universe back to school for some fun and nostalgia. Who would you vote for Most Likely to Succeed and Class Clown?

Gail is a pretty girl who loves biology and animals. She spent her entire childhood in a farm with no contact with her peers. However, she had to go to school. On her first day, she fell in love with the head of her class, Jayden, but Gail has no idea how complicated relationships can be between lovers..Check out our YouTube channel by clicking the link below

839. Heidi Heckelbeck for Class President

Derek L. Anderson Sr was born in Louisville in 1973. Abandoned by his parents at the age of 10, he would find himself sleeping in empty apartment buildings, old school buses, and even his high school gymnasium. He would become a single parent at age 15, work two jobs, but stayed focused enough to graduate with a 3.7GPA as Class President. Derek believed that living in poverty was just a mind set and even at a young age he believed that winning was a choice, as well as losing. He would earn a full scholarship to The Ohio State University and then transfer to the University of Kentucky, where he won the NCAA Championship in 1996. Derek was drafted as the 13th pick in the 1997 NBA draft and became the 1st player signed to the Michael Jordan Brand and was given his own signature shoe.  In 2006, Derek won a World Title with the Miami Heat, becoming 1 of 13 players to win an NCAA and NBA championship. After an eleven year NBA career he would retire in 2008. Learn more at https://createeveryopportunity.org/

On our latest weekly roundup, we celebrated some decluttering triumphs (even as we know this is a job that never ends).What we're watching: On Only Murders in the Building, "CoBro" did bring us some more details that we should probably use to figure out what happened to Ben. But we were more excited by the return of some old favorites (Theo! Uma!) and a few superstar guests.Continuing our theatre theme, we checked out Ben Platt and Molly Gordon's Theater Camp, a mockumentary set at ... well, you can guess. It was fun and funny, but not exactly fresh. Mentioned: Return to Me.​Catherine's library find this week (speaking of stars) calls back to one of our previous TV watches, Parks and Recreation. Did you know there's a children's picture book called Parks and Recreation: Leslie for Class President? There is! You can also check out The Office: A Day at Dunder Mifflin Elementary. In the archives, we revisit episodes in which we discussed tag-team parenting (September 20, 2021), managing stress and worry (September 19, 2019), and the sacredness of routine (September 23, 2016). The podcast Terri mentioned is the "Overcoming Anxiety" episode of Daily Rosary Meditations. She also mentioned Kitty's Morning Glories daily rosary and the Structured app, as well as Artful Agenda, a digital planner we both use.​We'll be back with a new episode next Tuesday. Our TV watch will cover S3 E8 of Only Murders in the Building (“Sitzprobe”) and a preview of the upcoming season of Dancing with the Stars. If you miss hearing from us every single day, the archives await you!This show is part of the Spreaker Prime Network, if you are interested in advertising on this podcast, contact us at https://www.spreaker.com/show/3680863/advertisement

Hello there! Welcome to Professor Jacob's 152nd lesson on Pokémon biology, which is the first lesson of our Johto semester! And for this lesson, we will be discussing Chikorita: the Leaf Pokémon. This adorable grass type has a large leaf on top of its head, which exudes a soothing aroma. This scent has been known to calm even battling Pokémon. So if you ever need to just chill a minute, take a nice deep breath next to a Chikorita. Let all your troubles float away! There's more to learn about this lovable starter Pokémon, so make sure you take detailed notes! Also, we are excited to announce our new Class President! ►Support the Professor's class on Patreon: patreon.com/wwopokemon ►Join our Discord: https://discord.gg/Jc5P2Mk6Ru ►Other Social Media: https://linktr.ee/wwopokemon

Another absolute banger of an episode. The brom-com docu-drama brewing between Musk and Zuck reaches a boiling point when they move from virtual nipple rubbing to the very real penis measuring contest as proposed by Musk. This is one of those things that should honestly be used to settle debates between individuals and groups. Everything from deciding who gets the best parking spot at work, to what time is too early to mow the lawn, or even who gets the first piece of pie at family Thanksgiving, this is a policy that should really be implemented for every argument, and there is more than enough money there to make it happen. Malc takes a close look at Womens clothing, Booty suggests another non-violent insurrection for even greater matters, and the most important reasons ever to download this episode is shared, all this and MORE!Support the show---- Check these location to find more of The BIG Pair! ----▬▬▬▬▬▬▬Website▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ Everything you need to know about The BIG Pair! ➤ https://www.thebigpair.com/▬▬▬▬▬▬▬Kick▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ Come by and interact live when they are live ➤ https://kick.com/thebigpair▬▬▬▬▬▬▬Discord▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ Share stories and memes with The BIG Pair between shows  ➤ https://discord.com/invite/YFU5Jwc▬▬▬▬▬▬▬Youtube▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ Check out hilarious highlights & Shorts from each episode here ➤ https://www.youtube.com/thebigpair▬▬▬▬▬▬▬Twitter▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ Spicy views from The minds of The bIG Pair... but Mostly Booty➤  https://twitter.com/TheBigPairPod▬▬▬▬▬▬▬TikTok▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ Short form videos form TBP highlights➤https://www.tiktok.com/@thebigpairpodcastSupport the showSupport the show

Overton High School Class of '13 scammed by former class President//later Kendric Davis interview and more hoops

As a student, James Helm seemed to have it all: He played sports, got great grades, and even was Class President. But there was another side to his life he tried to keep hidden. James had an addiction to prescription painkillers from the age of 17-25, and it almost ruined his life. During that time his addiction continued to get worse, but he believed he had it handled. It took hitting rock bottom to realize he couldn't recover alone. James set aside his ego and finally asked for help. Then, his entire world opened up. He found recovery in 2016 and has been sober since. “The way you build self-esteem is through esteem-able acts on top of each other.” Today, James Helm is changing the game in the legal industry. As CEO of TopDog Law, he is a nationally recognized injury attorney and his firm serves clients across the country.  He joined Corina Burton on the

Sarah speaks with Mary T. Ford about her novel, Boy at the Crossroads: From Teenage Runaway to Class President: "Tennessee, 1955. Conley Ford learned quickly the world's full of hard knocks. Seeking the wrong kind of excitement, the restless thirteen-year-old falls in with a group of older boys joyriding in stolen Mercury cars... until he is arrested and put on probation. With a harsh father waiting and too embarrassed to face his classmates as a jailbird, the impetuous youth leaves town, making it all the way to New Orleans. No stranger to demanding work from the age he was old enough to walk, Conley uses his wits and street smarts to commandeer a hot dog cart and make some cash. But when a turf war and a near-fatal accident sends him back home, the resourceful teen faces a choice between staying in misery or once more striking out into a dangerous world. Can this troubled young man ever find somewhere he can thrive? Inspired by real events and told through cleverly crafted storytelling, Mary Ford depicts an adolescent who grew up impoverished and with minimal affection, but still found the strength to follow his gut toward something more. And as his journey takes him to Cincinnati, Chicago, and other far-flung parts of the United States, a lost little traveler ends up finding acceptance and hope in the one place he never expected." If you enjoyed this episode, follow and subscribe to the show: you can find us on iTunes or on any app that carries podcasts as well as on YouTube. Please remember to subscribe and give us a nice review. This way you will always be among the first to get the latest GSMC Book Review Podcasts. We would like to thank our Sponsor: GSMC Podcast Network Advertise with us: https://gsmcpodcast.com/advertise-with-us Website: https://gsmcpodcast.com/gsmc-book-review-podcast Apple Podcasts: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/gsmc-book-review-podcast/id1123769087 GSMC YouTube Channel: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N-EKO3toL1A Twitter: https://twitter.com/GSMC_BookReview Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/GSMCBookReview/ Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/gsmcbookreview Tiktok: @gsmcbookreview Disclaimer: The views expressed on the GSMC Book Review Podcast are for entertainment purposes only. Reproduction, copying, or redistribution of The GSMC Book Review

A girl runs for class President.

While graduating and finding a job at the start of a pandemic was stressful, this one young dentist wasted no time deciding to work at a community health center. Inspired by her own heritage, she entered dentistry with a passion to change discrepancies in oral health, especially in minority populations with patient education and compassion. What else has stood out to you as you've worked with this nominee for the Young Dentist of the Year award.  Dr. Cherish Dunshee served her peers at Roseman University by serving as Class President for 3 years, as well as the Study Body President. As a natural leader, she was both loved and respected by her peers and the faculty for her kindness and empathy for everyone. Her desire to bring people together and listen to their concerns are qualities she now shares with her patients at Sacred Circle Healthcare.  When she isn't seeing patients she finds joy spending time outside with her husband and daughter. Together they enjoy all of the beautiful landscapes Utah has to offer hiking and snowboarding or attending concerts.  The Crown Council has been served by some of the best young leaders in dentistry. We are grateful to honor the newest Young Dentist of the Year carry on the tradition of upcoming leaders.   

Michelle McCabe somehow finds time to be seemingly everywhere. She serves as a Government Law Center Fellow, 3L Class President, LALSA Co-Social Chair, and Albany County District Attorney Intern. Join her on the podcast this week! Government Law Center: https://www.albanylaw.edu/government-law-center Government Law Center Fellows: https://www.albanylaw.edu/government-law-center/fellowships-internships-and-other-student-opportunities Student Bar Association: https://albanylawsba.org/ Student Organizations: https://www.albanylaw.edu/student-organizations

Award-winning journalist Mary Ford has made the transition to novelist with “Boy at the Crossroads: From Teenage Runaway to Class President.” The book is a collection of some of the amazing stories lived by her husband Conley. Here's a look at what's contained in the pages:   Tennessee, 1955. Conley Ford learned quickly the world's full of hard knocks. Seeking the wrong kind of excitement, the restless 13-year-old falls in with a group of older boys joyriding in stolen Mercury cars... until he is arrested and put on probation. With a harsh father waiting and too embarrassed to face his classmates as a jailbird, the impetuous youth leaves town, making it all the way to New Orleans. No stranger to demanding work from the age he was old enough to walk, Conley uses his wits and street smarts to commandeer a hot dog cart and make some cash. But when a turf war and a near-fatal accident sends him back home, the resourceful teen faces a choice between staying in misery or once more striking out into a dangerous world.   Can this troubled young man ever find somewhere he can thrive?   Mary and I talk about her choice to write the novel and the way Conley collected them. She shares some of his experiences and how she decided which to include. She also goes into the research done to set the scenes.   The book has gotten some great reviews and Mary has hosted a number of book readings and signings. We talk about what this has meant to Mary and the people she's met.

Smart water bottles? Americans aren't snacking enough! And lucky in ‘lunch.' That's what Paul Layendecker is BuZzin' about today on The Daily BuZz!!

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Join us today for a very special episode of The Bridge Dental Podcast where Steve dives deep with Dr. Tommy Vu.

Nikki invited her vocal instructor/sound healer Aria Thomé  (cast of E!'s Welcome Home Nikki Glaser?) to join the pod. She shares her background and answers all the questions Nikki and Andrew have about being a trans woman and her journey to finding peace within. To learn more about Aria's sound healing services and vocal coaching, please visit her website: ariasound108.com See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

The “Don't say Gay” bill came into effect in Florida last Friday, meaning that teachers and schools who discuss LGBTQ+ people, history or events can now be at risk of prosecution by parents. It's a law that rolls back the rights of queer people in the same way Thatcher's Section 28 bill did in the UK over 30 years ago in 1988. Yes, 1988! Ever since we got wind of it, we wanted to cover the story on Homo Sapiens, and we found just the right people to talk to in Zander Moricz and Brandon Trice. Zander is the youngest public plaintiff in the ‘Don't Say Gay' lawsuit. He is his school's first openly gay Class President who went viral when, despite being censored by his school, he chose an ingenious way to speak about his sexuality in his Graduation speech. Brandon Trice is an equally brilliant young lawyer working on the case. Together they are ‘seeking to stop the law in its tracks completely' and after listening to this episode I think you'll be fully behind them, just like I am - Chris xRoe v Wade ResourcesNational Network of Abortion FundsThe BPAS (British Pregancy Advice Service)Oslo ResourcesSkeiv Verden VestPKI Norge

The “Don't say Gay” bill came into effect in Florida last Friday, meaning that teachers and schools who discuss LGBTQ+ people, history or events can now be at risk of prosecution by parents. It's a law that rolls back the rights of queer people in the same way Thatcher's Section 28 bill did in the UK over 30 years ago in 1988. Yes, 1988! Ever since we got wind of it, we wanted to cover the story on Homo Sapiens, and we found just the right people to talk to in Zander Moricz and Brandon Trice. Zander is the youngest public plaintiff in the ‘Don't Say Gay' lawsuit. He is his school's first openly gay Class President who went viral when, despite being censored by his school, he chose an ingenious way to speak about his sexuality in his Graduation speech. Brandon Trice is an equally brilliant young lawyer working on the case. Together they are ‘seeking to stop the law in its tracks completely' and after listening to this episode I think you'll be fully behind them, just like I am - Chris xRoe v Wade ResourcesNational Network of Abortion FundsThe BPAS (British Pregancy Advice Service)Oslo ResourcesSkeiv Verden VestPKI Norge

In this episode, Nathan and Lisa discuss: How mentorship should be  Practicing reverse mentoring  What a good culture looks like  The burden of perfectionism   Key Takeaways: Mentorship doesn't focus on the “how” but on the “why” of the job. Whether you are the mentor or the mentee, you have to come into the meeting with an agenda or else you'll both be wasting each other's time.  Reverse mentoring is a good way to engage younger and less experienced people so that they could share their opinions and feelings about working in the organization safely.  Create a culture where people are all connected and all enjoying spending time with each other and working together.  Free yourself from the burden of perfectionism. Be humble and honest about your mistakes, be gracious to yourself, and learn from it.    "Mentorship is different. It's not about learning the technical elements of your job, that's the organization's responsibility, mentorship is the individual's responsibility." —  Lisa Crafford    About Lisa Crafford: In her career she has had the opportunity to work for small family owned businesses, large retail franchises, non-profits, and Fortune 500 companies spanning Australia and the United States. She has lived in three continents, and traveled to over 30 countries.  Her experience includes business and practice management, consulting, business development, marketing and branding, operations, sales, human capital strategy, recruiting, retail management, and customer service.  In 2012 she founded Cogent, a practice management study group which existed to help financial advisors improve their business operations.  She is a graduate of The College of William and Mary's Executive MBA Program, and was elected Class President for the Class of 2014.. In her role as a consultant with BNY Mellon's Pershing she has the great privilege to work with leading RIA firms around the world on building enduring advisory firms. She also loves to contribute to the wider industry and share her experience with students and those looking to join her wonderful industry.   Connect with Lisa Crafford:  Website: https://www.pershing.com/  LinkedIn:  https://www.linkedin.com/in/lisacrafford/    Connect with Nathan Mersereau:  Phone: 248-645-1520 Website: www.dayinacanoe.com Email: nathan.mersereau@planningalt.com Twitter: @NathanMersereau LinkedIn: Nathan Mersereau Address: 36800 Woodward Avenue, Suite 200 Bloomfield Hills, MI 48304       Show notes by Podcastologist: Justine Talla   Audio production by Turnkey Podcast Productions. You're the expert. Your podcast will prove it.    

Benny Laitman started high school as a self-described lanky, nerdy kid. He decided to run for class president in his freshman year and wound up winning. We discuss all of the events that took place because of that victory and how his life has been different ever since. We also discuss how his introduction to life as a doctor was thrown for a loop when he faced a catastrophic situation that changed everything forever. From his high school career to his medical career, he faced many small moments and some big moments that have all had a tremendous impact on his life today.

The Lakers drafted a guy in the mid-2000's who was supposed to be a successful NBA player for years. Instead he turned to a gang member that's now in prison until 2038. This is the story of a Class President in high school who made one decision that ruined everything.

This Week on Earth Station DCU! Drew Leiter and Cletus Jacobs discuss the elections for class president and other crazy decisions of the CW shows. Ruthye and Comet watch over Krem of the Yellow Hills while Supergirl deals with the Brigands in Supergirl: Woman of Tomorrow #7. The gods test Diana against the Silver Swan in Wonder Woman: Evolution #3. When Medusa takes Andromeda back to Doom's Doorway, Nubia goes after her with some new weapons in Nubia & The Amazons #4. Jackson and his sister Delilah learn the truth about their mother. When the resistance attacks Mera, Jackson becomes Aquaman in Aquaman: The Becoming #5. Devil Ray gives his origin and then forces Manta to help him forge a new powerful trident in Black Manta #5. Omnizon takes Booster Gold and Blue Beetle back to her planet in Blue & Gold #5. Bruce Wayne is seeing Dr. Hugo Strange for therapy in Batman: The Knight #1. Catwoman goes after some mob bosses by getting their secrets from their women in Catwoman #39. John Stewart uses his powers as a New God to bring people back from the dead, while on Oa the guardians return in Green Lantern #10. With a price on his head, The Titans help stop Dick's assassination in Nightwing #88. Deadman and Diana take on the Wonder Woman duplicates as a new adversary the Shining Knight shows up to kill Wonder Woman in Wonder Woman #783. Dr. Wear shows his true colors in Detective Comics #1049. All this plus, DC News, DC TV, Shout Outs, and much, much more! ------------------------ Table of Contents 0:00:00 Show Open 0:01:30 DC News 0:06:28 Supergirl: Woman of Tomorrow #7 0:09:23 Wonder Woman: Evolution #3 0:13:01 Nubia & The Amazons #4 0:18:30 Aquaman: The Becoming #5 0:24:30 Black Manta #5 0:34:02 Blue & Gold #5 0:38:32 Batman: The Knight #1 0:44:26 Catwoman 0:48:23 Green Lantern #10 0:52:36 Nightwing 0:56:12 Superman: Son of Kal-El #7 0:58:58 Wonder Woman #783 1:04:46 Detective Comics #1049 1:11:08 Superman & Lois S2 Ep4 – The Inverse Method 1:23:10 Naomi S1 Ep4 – Enigma 1:35:20 Peacemaker S1 Ep4 – The Choad Less Traveled 1:38:22 Doom Patrol S3 Ep7 – Bird Patrol 1:42:30 Show Close   Links Supergirl: Woman of Tomorrow #7 Wonder Woman: Evolution #3 Nubia & The Amazons #4 Aquaman: The Becoming #5 Black Manta #5 Blue & Gold #5 Batman: The Knight #1 Catwoman #39 Green Lantern #10 Nightwing #88 Superman: Son of Kal-El #7 Wonder Woman #783 Detective Comics #1049 Earth Station One Tales of the Station Earth Station One Tales of the Station Vol. 2 The Chameleon Chronicles: Colors of Fate The Chameleon Chronicles: Sisters of the Thorn Want to Donate to the Show or Sponsor our Comics Talk for this week? No problem! Just click on the donate button below! If you would like to leave feedback, comment on the show, or would like us to give you a shout out, please call the ESDCU feedback line at (317) 564-9133 (remember long distance charges may apply) or feel free to email us @ earthstationdcu@gmail.com

February 04, 2022 The Morning Rush Hosted by: Chico, Hazel, Rica, & Markki