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Beauty products are full of bold promises: "anti-ageing," "chemical-free," "eco-friendly." But how many of these cosmetic claims actually hold up? In this episode of Green Beauty Conversations, Lorraine Dallmeier, CEO of Formula Botanica, chats with cosmetic claims expert Dr Theresa Callaghan about the risks of misleading marketing, greenwashing, and how brands can build trust with honest, compliant claims. If you want to create a beauty brand that's credible, ethical and future-proof, this is an episode you won't want to miss.   Check out Theresa's books:  Help! I'm Covered in Adjectives (second edition) Oh! Cosmetic Claims: A Poet's Lament – all available via Formula Botanica's Amazon storefront* * Full affiliate disclosure: The links to books in this description are affiliate links. This means that if you click a link and make a purchase, we may earn a small commission at no extra cost to you. We only recommend products we genuinely believe in. As an Amazon Associate, we earn from qualifying purchases.   Free Resources Free formulation course | Green Beauty Conversations Podcast | Blog | YouTube Socials: Formula Botanica on Instagram | Lorraine Dallmeier on Instagram

Covered in this Episode: Episode 11 - The Doctor Is OutEpisode 12 - Uncle Buckle-UpFind our 2023, 2024, and 2025 Summer Series from Episodes 207-211, 240-245, 271-276Find The Airwolf Years from Episodes 96 - 189Find The Knight Rider Years from Episodes 1 - 95-----We'll be back on December 3rd to discuss The A-Team Season 4 Episodes 13-14!  The A-Team: Season 4 is available to rent on Apple TV, and Fandango at Home.  But don't forget to check your local library for physical copies of the show too!-----A-Team Season 4 and 5 Release ScheduleSeason 4Sep 24, 2025 - Eps 1 & 2Oct 15, 2025 - Eps 3 & 4Oct 22, 2025 - Eps 5 & 6Nov 5, 2025 - Eps 7 & 8Nov 12, 2025 - Eps 9 & 10Nov 26, 2025 - Eps 11 & 12Dec 3, 2025 - Eps 13 & 14Dec 17, 2025 - Eps 15 & 16Dec 24, 2025 - Eps 17 & 18Jan 7, 2026 - Eps 19 & 20Jan 14, 2026 - Eps 21 & 22Jan 28, 2026 - Finale Ep 23Season 5Feb 11, 2026 - Premiere Eps 1–3Feb 25, 2026 - Eps 4 & 5Mar 4, 2026 - Eps 6 & 7Mar 18, 2026 - Eps 8 & 9Mar 25, 2026 - Eps 10 & 11Apr 8, 2026 - Finale Eps 12 & 13Apr 22, 2026 - The A-Team (2010) MovieThe 80's Years Opening & Closing Theme by: Steve Corning, http://thinkfishtank.comThe 80's Years Logo Design by: Luke LarssonFollow us on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/the80syearsInstagram: @the80syearsThreads: @the80syearsBluesky: @the80syearsTikTok: @the80syearsEmail us: letusblowyourmind@gmail.comCall our Hotline: (207) 835-1954

You didn't start your business to manage a to-do list. You started it to create something meaningful and sustainable. But somewhere along the way, “team” became just another line item, and you felt stuck between wanting to do everything yourself and knowing it was time to trust others to take some of the load off. In the third episode of our 5th anniversary series on She Thinks Big, you'll learn what it really means to lead and not just hire, delegate, or manage. Through the lens of my own five-year evolution, I'll share how everything shifted the moment I realized that the growth of my business has never been a solo act. I'll also reveal five powerful lessons that will help you lead with clarity instead of control, hire from purpose instead of panic, and build a team that scales both your business and your belief in others.What's Covered in This Episode on How I Stopped Managing Tasks3:12 – The surprising truth of where the building of my team really began8:32 – The pivotal realization that transformed my collaborators into a powerful team10:32 – Five lessons that will change how you hire, lead, and scale your business14:53 – Three “L” questions you should ask to grow trust and confidence in your team16:10 – What I know now about building a team that I didn't know when I startedMentioned In How I Stopped Managing Tasks and Started Leading a TeamFive Leaps in Five MinutesMissy Shopshire | Lisa Cumes | Kim Beesley Photography | Stacey Harris (Uncommonly More)Activator IntensiveAscension CollectiveSilent Saboteur AuditShe Thinks Big by Andrea LiebrossBook a Call With AndreaAndrea's LinksAndrea on LinkedIn, Instagram, and FacebookDon't Just Listen—Implement ItUntangle your time, reset your role, and build systems that don't depend on your every move. No more white-knuckling your way through success because you're not just scaling your business, you're scaling yourself.Get the clarity and capacity to lead differently and ascend to your next level. Learn how and join us at andrealiebross.com/ascensionUntangle your time, reset your role, and build systems that don't depend on your every move. No more white-knuckling your way through success because you're not just scaling your business, you're scaling yourself.Get the clarity and capacity to lead differently and ascend to your next level. Learn how and join us at andrealiebross.com/ascension.

The Age Of Disclosure is the new UFO documentart that debuted at SXSW in March and has everyone talking. It certainly has caught the mass media's attention. Dan Farah has been giving interviews everywhere. Recently he was on CNN With Jake Tapper discussing the doc. Is this the step of disclosure that was needed or is it a big nothing burger/ Kristian Harloff gives his thoughts. MARS MEN: For a limited time, our listeners get 60% off for life AND 2 Free Gifts when you use DTE at http://www.MenGoToMars.com. PLEASE support our show and tell them our show sent you. MOOD.COM:  So, head to http://www.Mood.com, find the functional gummy that matches exactly what you're looking for, and let Mood help you discover YOUR perfect mood. And don't forget to use promo code DTE when you check out to save 20% on your first order.

In this encore episode, we detail Small Intestinal Fungal Overgrowth (SIFO), with a focus on fungal biofilm formation and its role in promoting microbial persistence and evasion of host immune responses. We discuss the phenotypic plasticity of Candida species, as well as biofilm matrices adherent to the intestinal mucosa. We further highlight common symptoms of SIFO as well as the effects of hypochlorhydria, impaired motility, diminished commensal bacterial populations, and weakened mucosal immunity.Topics: 1. Introduction- Focus on the gut mucosal barrier.- Emphasis on Small Intestinal Fungal Overgrowth (SIFO) and biofilms.2. Intestinal Barrier Anatomy- The mucosa: epithelium, lamina propria, and a thin band of smooth muscle.- The epithelial layer.- Covered by protective mucus composed of mucin glycoproteins secreted by goblet cells.- In the small intestine: less dense mucus.3. Epithelial Integrity- Tight junctions.- Paracellular barrier preventing uncontrolled antigen passage.4. Lamina Propria5. Overview of Small Intestinal Fungal Overgrowth (SIFO)- SIFO involves fungal overgrowth in the small intestine, commonly Candida species.- Small intestines: Low microbial density due to motility, gastric acid, bile acids, immune surveillance, and more.- Contributing factors: hypochlorhydria, impaired motility, reduced digestive enzymes, diminished competitive flora, lowered immunity, and more.6. Candida Pathogenicity- Candida exhibits phenotypic plasticity: yeast and hyphal forms.- Biofilm formation.7. Biofilm Formation- Biofilms are structured communities of microbes within a self-produced extracellular matrix.- Resistance to antimicrobials and immune defenses.- Can develop on intestinal mucosa and in various other regions.8. SIFO and SIBO Overlap- Root causes and overlap between SIFO and Small Intestinal Bacterial Overgrowth (SIBO).- Common symptoms.9. Gastric Acid in More Detail- Stomach epithelium includes mucous, parietal, chief, and enteroendocrine cells- Parietal cells secrete hydrochloric acid.- HCl denatures proteins and aids in inhibiting pathogens.- Hypochlorhydria: possible causes. 10. Downstream Effects of Low Acid11. Gut Motility in More Detail- Motility involves rhythmic smooth muscle contractions.- Enteric nervous system (ENS): myenteric and submucosal plexuses.- Dysautonomia and motility.12. SIFO Contributing Factors13. Candida Regulation- Candida in unicellular yeast form under homeostatic regulation.- Controlled by microbial competition, host defenses, antifungal peptides, and more.14. Role of Mucus and sIgA- Mucosal immunity and Candida populations.- Low sIgA levels.15. Conclusion- Mucosal barrier structure.- SIFO and Candida.- Biofilm formation, microbial persistence, and mucosal disruption.- SIFO and SIBO.- Multifactorial nature of fungal dysbiosis, types of biofilms, and small intestinal overgrowth.Thank you to our episode sponsor: 1. Shop O-Liv High Phenolic Extra Virgin Olive Oil and O-Liv's Olive Oil Supplement. *These statements have not been evaluated by the Food and Drug Administration. This product is not intended to diagnose, treat, cure or prevent any disease.Thanks for tuning in!Get Chloe's Book: "⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠75 Gut-Healing Strategies & Biohacks⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠" Follow Chloe on Instagram: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠@synthesisofwellness⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Follow Chloe on TikTok: @chloe_c_porterVisit ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠synthesisofwellness.com⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠

Send us a textWhen Boston was deep in meth psychosis, he believed he was opening a portal to the demonic. Covered in self-inflicted wounds, living in trap houses surrounded by violence, he thought there was no coming back. But what he experienced next changed everything.Boston's story bridges addiction, faith, and the supernatural. From years of using and surviving near-death experiences to writing Fire and Ice: The Meth Bible—now a #1 bestseller—he describes the dark side of methamphetamine, the shadow figures that haunt users, and the spiritual warfare that surrounds addiction.After a car crash that should have killed him, Boston believes God stepped in. He woke up to a new mission, to help others trapped in meth addiction find faith, freedom, and healing.This conversation isn't about fear. It's about truth, transformation, and the battle for the human soul, one that begins and ends with choice.✅ Check SEIU West✅ Wellness News✅ Bunny Hugs and Mental HealthFind Boston's book "Fire and Ice: The Meth Bible" on Amazon HERESupport the showCheck out the speakeasy podcast Follow Daniel Unmanageable on Facebook Follow Project Sparky We've got fresh merch and it's amazing! Pick yours up HERE For business or speaking inquiries: Daniel@hardknoxtalks.com Follow Hard Knox TalksFacebook: https://www.facebook.com/hardknoxtalkspodcast/Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/hardknoxtalks/TikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@hardknoxtalks?lang=en Are you getting something from our content? Tap here and buy us a coffee to say thanks and help us keep this train on the tracks! Check us out on YouTube:https://www.youtube.com/@hardknoxtalksWant to watch our episodes uncensored? Become a channel member here!

November 21, 2025 In this episode, Scott, Mark, and Ray Painter explore the reimbursement challenges surrounding procedures that may not be covered by insurance, including those considered cosmetic, elective, or medically unnecessary. They discuss how to identify whether a service is reimbursable, when to use ABNs, how different payer rules come into play, and why collecting upfront may be the smartest move. You'll also hear strategies for handling denials, gray-area procedures, and why knowing the rules—and your contracts—can make all the difference.Urology Advanced Coding and Reimbursement SeminarInformation and RegistrationPRS Coding and Reimbursement HubAccess the HubFree Kidney Stone Coding CalculatorDownload NowPRS Coding CoursesFor UrologistFor APPsFor Coders, Billers, and AdminsPRS Billing and Other Services - Book a Call with Mark Painter or Marianne DescioseClick Here to Get More Information and Request a Quote Join the Urology Pharma and Tech Pioneer GroupEmpowering urology practices to adopt new technology faster by providing clear reimbursement strategies—ensuring the practice gets paid and patients benefit sooner.         https://www.prsnetwork.com/joinuptpClick Here to Start Your Free Trial of AUACodingToday.com   The Thriving Urology Practice Facebook group.The Thriving Urology Practice Facebook Group link to join:https://www.facebook.com/groups/ThrivingPractice/ 

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We’re weeks away from 20 million Americans seeing a massive spike in their healthcare premiums. That’s if no deal can be struck to extend subsidies under the Affordable Care Act. We heard from some of those being affected. PBS News is supported by - https://www.pbs.org/newshour/about/funders. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy

In this weeks episode the girls cover the story of the small town in Illinois in the 1940's that had a crime wave committed by the Mad Gasser of Matoon! Was it a mad scientist intent on hurting people? Or a case of mass hysteria? We also cover the high key terrifying story of an entire extended family in Mexico massacred by the cartel on thanksgiving to silence a single possible snitch. Spank you for listening. Do less God bless. Gloom & Bloom out!

We’re weeks away from 20 million Americans seeing a massive spike in their healthcare premiums. That’s if no deal can be struck to extend subsidies under the Affordable Care Act. We heard from some of those being affected. PBS News is supported by - https://www.pbs.org/newshour/about/funders. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy

Our exit today has us talking about some cows and Farmer's Bounty. This week, we are ending our season by looking at a double feature of romantic comedies starring Hugh Jackman. First, we are going to talk about Someone Like You, written by Elizabeth Chandler and directed by Tony Goldwyn. Then we will talk about Kate & Leopold, written by James Mangold and Steven Rogers and directed by Mangold.Along the way, we talk lots of Hugh Jackman, but also the power of Ebert & Roeper at this time, Greg Kinnear, New York movies, Ashley Judd, HBO movies, Wolverine, and more.Thememusic by Jonworthymusic.Powered by RiversideFM.⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠CFF Films⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ with Ross and friends.⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Movies We've Covered on the Show⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ on Letterboxd.⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Movies Recommended on the Show⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ on Letterboxd.

Some artists work with memory like tension.Algunxs artistas trabajan la memoria como tensión.In IMMORTAL 2025, Leslie threads fiber, childhood, and survival.En IMMORTAL 2025, Leslie entrelaza fibra, infancia y supervivencia.Bodies stretched by thread — adaptation made visible.Cuerpos estirados por hilos — la adaptación hecha visible.Her three-dimensional boxes echo a childhood in Venezuela.Sus cajas tridimensionales evocan una infancia en Venezuela.A place full of water where nothing grows.Un lugar lleno de agua donde nada crece.Desert landscapes. Covered faces. Veils interrupting the world.Paisajes desérticos. Rostros cubiertos. Velos que interrumpen el mundo.A veil becomes a symbol of promises never kept.El velo se vuelve símbolo de promesas incumplidas.To live behind a veil is to move through distortion.Vivir tras un velo es moverse dentro de una distorsión.Leslie's work lives in that tension — brutal, tender, unforgettable.La obra de Leslie vive en esa tensión — brutal, tierna, inolvidable.—Interested in joining TBQA in 2026?¿Quieres unirte a TBQA en 2026?Residencies, exhibitions, and TBQA'sRepresentation Subscription Model are now open.Residencias, exhibiciones y elModelo de Representación por Suscripción ya están abiertos.TBQA 2026 Information SessionSesión Informativa TBQA 2026A full walkthrough of PASSPORT, LUCHADOR, and IMMORTAL II.Un recorrido completo por PASSPORT, LUCHADOR e IMMORTAL II.Date/Time: [Insert here]Fecha/Hora: [Insertar aquí]Zoom link in bio.Enlace de Zoom en el bio.Come with curiosity — this is where the next year begins.Llega con curiosidad — aquí empieza el próximo año.Video by @xuanrios#TBQA #LeslieMolina #IMMORTAL2025 #QueerArt #ArteQueer #ArtistaVenezolana #FiberArt #ArteTextil #CDMXArte #ArtWeekCDMX #ContemporaryArt #ResidenciasArtísticas #QueerArtists #LatinAmericanArt #DíaDeMuertosArt #PASSPORT2026 #LUCHADOR2026 #IMMORTAL2026 #TheBureauOfQueerArt #Lisboa46 #ArtistaQueer

In this episode, we sit down with Lauren, one of the original Twiniversity voices and fellow twin mom, to talk about when life with twins actually starts to feel manageable. Lauren shares what those early years were like raising twin boys mostly solo while her husband worked long hours. She opens up about the constant pressure to do it all, the exhaustion of always being “on,” and the mental load that comes with being the default parent.Things started to shift once her boys began preschool and, eventually, full-day kindergarten. Lauren talks about how those small breaks made a big difference and how she celebrated her first real hour alone by getting her nose pierced, a moment that felt like taking back a little piece of herself.This is a real, honest conversation about the highs, the lows, and the slow but steady return to feeling like your own person again. If you're in the thick of it, this episode is your reminder that it really does get easier.EPISODE THEMES

Fluent Fiction - Swedish: Lucia's Light: A New Beginning in Snow-Covered Sweden Find the full episode transcript, vocabulary words, and more:fluentfiction.com/sv/episode/2025-11-19-08-38-19-sv Story Transcript:Sv: Den svaga morgonsolen skimrade över den lilla röda skolans tak, där frost prydde tegelstenen som ett silverglitter.En: The weak morning sun shimmered over the little red skola's roof, where frost adorned the brick like silver glitter.Sv: Björkarna runt skolan stod nakna, deras grenar sträckta mot en klarblå himmel.En: The birch trees around the skola stood bare, their branches stretched toward a clear blue sky.Sv: Höstens färger bleknade under den första vinterkylan, och marken var täckt av ett tunt lager av vit snö.En: The autumn colors faded under the first winter chill, and the ground was covered with a thin layer of white snow.Sv: Det barlösa äppelträdgården bredde ut sig bakom skolan, och bortom den glänste de isiga dammarna.En: The leafless apple orchard spread out behind the skola, and beyond that, the icy ponds glistened.Sv: Inne i skolan förbereddes eleverna för luciafirandet.En: Inside the skola, the students prepared for the luciafirandet.Sv: St. Lucia, med sin vita klänning och ljus i hår, var ett firande som Lina älskade.En: St. Lucia, with her white dress and candles in her hair, was a celebration that Lina loved.Sv: Hon ville göra skoldagen speciell, särskilt för Sofia, som var ny i klassen.En: She wanted to make the school day special, especially for Sofia, who was new to the class.Sv: Lina sprang uppför korridoren, tänkte på hur det skulle kännas att se Sofia som Lucia.En: Lina ran up the corridor, thinking about how it would feel to see Sofia as Lucia.Sv: "Lina, vad är det du funderar på?" frågade Erik när Lina nådde sitt klassrum.En: "Lina, what are you thinking about?" asked Erik when Lina reached her classroom.Sv: Han satt redan vid sin bänk, och hans kritiska blick fastnade på henne.En: He was already sitting at his desk, and his critical gaze fixed on her.Sv: "Erik," svarade Lina andfådd, "vi måste göra Luciafirandet speciellt för Sofia."En: "Erik," replied Lina breathlessly, "we need to make the Luciafirandet special for Sofia."Sv: Lina tittade på Erik och väntade ivrigt på hans reaktion.En: Lina looked at Erik and waited eagerly for his reaction.Sv: Erik ryckte på axlarna. "Det är bara en tradition. Det är mycket att göra redan."En: Erik shrugged. "It's just a tradition. There's already a lot to do."Sv: Men Lina gav sig inte. "Sofia är ny, och jag vet att hon kan sjunga vackert. Hon skulle bli en fantastisk Lucia."En: But Lina didn't give up. "Sofia is new, and I know she can sing beautifully. She would make a wonderful Lucia."Sv: Erik suckade. "Tror du verkligen att det är nödvändigt?" Men han såg in i Linas beslutsamma ögon och visste att det var viktigt för henne.En: Erik sighed. "Do you really think it's necessary?" But he looked into Lina's determined eyes and knew it was important to her.Sv: "Okej då, jag hjälper."En: "Okay then, I'll help."Sv: Den kalla luften utanför dolde Sofia när hon kom in i skolan den morgonen.En: The cold air outside hid Sofia as she entered the skola that morning.Sv: Hon stannade för att se snön som föll mot marken.En: She paused to watch the snow fall to the ground.Sv: När Lina berättade om luciafirandet och frågade om hon ville vara Lucia, tvekade hon.En: When Lina told her about the luciafirandet and asked if she wanted to be Lucia, she hesitated.Sv: "Jag är inte van vid dessa traditioner," sade Sofia tyst.En: "I'm not used to these traditions," said Sofia quietly.Sv: "Det är okej," försäkrade Lina. "Jag tror på dig. Du kommer göra det fantastiskt. Vi är här för att hjälpa."En: "That's okay," assured Lina. "I believe in you. You're going to do great. We're here to help."Sv: Erik nickade och log försiktigt. "Jag kan hålla ljusen. Det kommer bli bra."En: Erik nodded and smiled gently. "I can hold the candles. It'll be fine."Sv: Med deras stöd bestämde sig Sofia för att gå med på planen.En: With their support, Sofia decided to go along with the plan.Sv: Luciadagen kom, och skolan var fylld med doften av pepparkakor och kanel.En: Luciadagen came, and the skola was filled with the scent of pepparkakor and cinnamon.Sv: Elever och föräldrar satte sig i den lilla gymnastiksalen.En: Students and parents sat in the little gymnasium.Sv: När ljusen släcktes började den stillsamma luciasången, och Sofia trädde in, hennes vida vita klänning reflekterande ljusets sken.En: When the lights were turned off, the quiet luciasång began, and Sofia entered, her wide white dress reflecting the light's glow.Sv: Hon sjöng de första tonerna, och hennes röst var klar som isen utanför.En: She sang the first notes, and her voice was as clear as the ice outside.Sv: Lina och Erik stod vid hennes sida, och de kände värmen sprida sig genom rummet trots kylans grepp utanför.En: Lina and Erik stood by her side, and they felt warmth spread through the room despite the chill outside.Sv: Firandet blev en framgång, och Sofia strålade bland kamraterna som nu applåderade entusiastiskt.En: The celebration was a success, and Sofia shone among her classmates who now applauded enthusiastically.Sv: Efteråt samlades vännerna, ett uns av glädje och lättnad i deras ögon.En: Afterwards, the friends gathered, a hint of joy and relief in their eyes.Sv: "Tack," sade Sofia, nu mer självsäker. "Jag har aldrig känt mig så välkommen."En: "Thank you," said Sofia, now more confident. "I've never felt so welcome."Sv: Lina log och kände en våg av stolthet.En: Lina smiled and felt a wave of pride.Sv: Erik klappade henne på axeln. "Du hade rätt, Lina. Traditioner kan betyda mer än jag trodde."En: Erik patted her on the shoulder. "You were right, Lina. Traditions can mean more than I thought."Sv: Snön i äppelträdgården låg orörd och glänsande när barnen skyndade tillbaka in i värmen.En: The snow in the apple orchard lay untouched and gleaming as the children hurried back into the warmth.Sv: Traditioner förenade dem, och i det lilla landet mellan höstens fall och vinterens grepp hade vänskap och värme funnit sin plats.En: Traditions united them, and in the little country between autumn's fall and winter's grip, friendship and warmth had found their place. Vocabulary Words:weak: svagashimmered: skimradeadorned: pryddebare: naknastretched: sträcktachill: kylaleafless: barlösaorchard: äppelträdgårdenicy: isigaglisten: glänsteluciafirandet: luciafirandetcorridor: korridorencritical: kritiskashrugged: rycktedetermined: beslutsammahesitate: tvekadetradition: traditionerassured: försäkradepaused: stannadereflecting: reflekterandescent: doftenpepparkakor: pepparkakorcinnamon: kanelgymnasium: gymnastiksalenentertained: underhöllapplauded: applåderadeenthusiastically: entusiastiskthint: unspride: stolthetuntouched: orörd

Beliefs are the invisible architects behind every decision, every pivot, and every result you create. They don't start as plans but as whispers of possibility. I learned this thanks to a simple Saturday visit to Homearama that led to a life-altering decision, and it's something I see repeatedly with my clients, too.In the second episode of our 5th anniversary series on She Thinks Big, you'll discover how beliefs can shape your reality and why upgrading them changes everything. Using tools like my TRUST framework, I'll also show you how to move from belief to action and give you a simple process to change any belief you want.What's Covered in This Episode on Why Belief Is the Blueprint2:15 – How a spontaneous weekend outing planted the seed of a new possibility10:11 – Why “beliefs create results” isn't motivational fluff—it's how your brain is wired11:18 – What happens to old beliefs when you level up and what it takes to upgrade12:25 – The TRUST framework: the five-step process that turns belief into action15:01 – An example of how belief can protect your ego and sabotage progress16:26 – A simple three-step action plan for changing your beliefs17:59 – What Homearama taught me about gratitude and ambition20:32 – A tiny sneak peek into episode three of the seriesMentioned In Why Belief Is the Blueprint for Everything You Build in Your BusinessFive Leaps in Five MinutesActivator IntensiveAscension CollectiveSilent Saboteur AuditShe Thinks Big by Andrea LiebrossBook a Call With AndreaAndrea's LinksAndrea on LinkedIn, Instagram, and FacebookDon't Just Listen—Implement ItUntangle your time, reset your role, and build systems that don't depend on your every move. No more white-knuckling your way through success because you're not just scaling your business, you're scaling yourself.Get the clarity and capacity to lead differently and ascend to your next level. Learn how and join us at andrealiebross.com/ascensionUntangle your time, reset your role, and build systems that don't depend on your every move. No more white-knuckling your way through success because you're not just scaling your business, you're scaling yourself.Get the clarity and capacity to lead differently and ascend to your next level. Learn how and join us at andrealiebross.com/ascension.

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Episode 2.57The letters are shorter now. The tone is quieter. The man who once turned the world upside down writes from a cell, preparing to hand the mission to others.In this final chapter of Paul's story, Zach and Michael explore the Pastoral Epistles — 1 & 2 Timothy and Titus — tracing the voice of a man who has nothing left to prove and everything left to give.Paul's words reveal a mentor, not a martyr; a father in the faith, not a fading apostle. He remembers mercy (“Christ Jesus came to save sinners, of whom I am foremost”), sets things in order (“Appoint elders in every town”), and finishes with peace (“I have fought the good fight…”). The “Old Soldier” models what it means to end well — not by strength, but by steadfastness.Covered in this episode:– How grace defines identity even after decades of ministry (1 Tim. 1:12–17)– Why Paul's legacy is measured in disciples, not monuments (2 Tim. 2:2; 4:6–8)– What “guarding the good deposit” means for the next generation (2 Tim. 1:14)– Why aging in faith should deepen gratitude, not cynicism– How the gospel teaches us not just how to live, but how to finishTakeaway:The mark of maturity is not how loudly we start, but how faithfully we end.Paul finishes his race not defeated, but fulfilled — a man at peace with both his failures and his finish.Find our videocast here: https://youtu.be/NoJUe3bNuYUMerch here: https://take-2-podcast.printify.me/Music from #Uppbeat (free for Creators!):⁠https://uppbeat.io/t/reakt-music/deep-stone⁠License code: 2QZOZ2YHZ5UTE7C8Find more Take 2 Theology content at http://www.take2theology.com

The Time Riders: Part 10 Egyptian Acheology, In Real Time. Based on a post by BiscuitHammer, in 16 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels. Mark felt a cold chill, but also was strangely assured that she didn't begin screaming. If anything, she sounded vaguely amused. He didn't come out, but he pushed one of his hands through the linens and waved at her. "Silly," she giggled, still smirking. "You might as well come out, because all I have to do is scream if I want help. I'm not afraid of anyone stupid enough to break into the personal chambers of a devotee of the goddess." Mark took a deep breath and walked out from beneath the linens, stopping and looking down at her, blushing at getting caught. She looked up him curiously, although she was still clearly amused, and made no attempt to cover her nudity. "You're a slave," she remarked, noting his attire. "What compelled you to hide in my room?" What was the point in lying? "I was hoping to fuck a Vestal," he confessed, shrugging and turning his palms to her in a gesture of honesty. "That's the simple truth." She raised an eyebrow. "That's brazen of you. You know we're all virgins on purpose, right? We took a sacred vow." Mark shrugged again. "Everyone has needs and urges, even sacred virgins." Aemelia giggled. "I suppose that's true. But why would; excuse me, I don't know your name, slave." "Bonosus." "Well, then, Bonosus," she intoned, setting her arm on the edge of the basin and then resting her head against two fingers while she observed him, more than a little intrigued. "What makes you think a sacred virgin of mighty Rome would want to fuck a slave, if she were indeed subject to such base desires as you describe?" "Well, you wouldn't need to take a vow if you weren't subject to them, would you?" he reasoned. "And as to why;” He slowly slipped off his ragged tunic, leaving him naked. Aemelia's eyes widened slightly as his cock came into view. "Woof," she muttered to herself as she fixated on his limp cock. "Your father, is he Bacchus, or a satyr? Because only a god or a creature of sin should be lavished with a prong like that." "Interested?" he asked, smirking back at her. "Because if you're not, maybe Marcia or Licinia would be willing to make use of me if you're not' "Hold on, now," the blonde interrupted in a quiet but calm voice, holding up her hand. "I didn't say that. All I asked was what you had to offer that a sacred virgin would be willing to compromise her vows for. And that thing makes up for a lot of sacred vows;” She rose slowly, the water cascading down her body. Not surprisingly, as a sacred virgin, her cunt was unshaved, but her wet hairs were rather light and sparse, the same color as her honey hair. "Um, you're eighteen, right?" Mark asked, wondering for a moment. Aemelia gave him a wry look, her hands moving up to her tits. "I am. A little more, in fact. Is that a problem? Am I too old for you to want to fuck me?" "No, I'm perfectly okay with you being eighteen," he assured her. "Kinda counting on it, in fact." "Well, that is good to hear," she said, allowing her hands to fall away from her tits and exposing herself again. She seemed strangely shameless, which was no doubt quite a trick to hide in these environs. "It'd be one thing for me to reject you, but it would be unthinkable for me to be rejected by a mere slave. And if you were indeed intent on someone younger, I would have to summon Lucia or Domi' "Nope, I'm intent on you, if you're willing," Mark said firmly, smiling as she watched his cock swelling slowly. He wasn't getting hard, but he was getting aroused, and it had the desired effect on his potential partner. Aemelia bit her lip as she watched his cock grow. "Normally, I just pleasure myself in the bathing basin, since it is easy to hide," she said as she stepped out of the water and walked over toward the linens he was standing in front of, drawing close to him and smiling rather saucily. "But to be fucked in the bathing basin would create too much noise, I fear. No, base slave, if you intend to have your way with me, it must be quick and dirty, and allow me to conceal any evidence after. You do not want to know what happens to a sacred virgin who has broken her vows of chastity." "I can only imagine," Mark said as he took one of the linens hanging on a peg and knelt down on one knee, beginning to dry her off. She seemed amused by his attentiveness, and put one foot on his thigh, allowing him to continue. "So, what, I should probably fuck you somewhere in here, since it's farthest from the door and least chance to be heard, right?" Aemelia nodded and pointed at the bed. "But you cannot have me on my bed either, slave, as there will be evidence of my activities. No, I fear you will simply have to push me up against a wall and fuck me, like a common whore." "Probably all we have time for," he pointed out, leering as he stood, towering over her and pulling her body to his and beginning to fondle her. She closed her eyes and sighed as he groped her tit and ran his other hand down her back to caress her ass. "Uh, my first man," she whispered, not at all flinching from his touch. If anything, she parted her legs slightly, which she reached down to stroke his hardening cock with one hand. "Not only breaking my vows to my goddess, but the sheer indignity of losing my chastity to a lowly slave;” He could tell she was getting really turned on. His hand found her cunt and he slipped two fingers inside, making Aemelia moan. She was already very wet, and he couldn't find a hymen, so he would have no problem fucking her. "You are feeling around; for my chastity," she breathed, opening her hazel eyes and looking up at him while he fingered her. "It was broken many years ago, while I was riding atop of a horse to a ceremony. It was determined to be an accident, and not a symbol of the goddess' disfavor, so I was permitted to continue serving her. Now, my chaste cunt will serve you, slave. You may fuck me. But first;” She pulled away from him and went over to the far wall, then took hold of a small wooden peg and tapped on the wall three times in a certain rhythm, then three more. She put the peg down and then walked back to him, her eyes glinting with excitement. "You may fuck me against the wall right there, slave;” she whispered breathily, clearly getting eager. She stopped in front of him and waited for something. Then he heard three faint taps in a certain rhythm, which seemed to come from the wall she'd just tapped on. Without any further hesitation, she led him over to the wall she'd indicated and bent forward, exposing her ass to him while steadying herself against the wall. Mark didn't wait, but simply placed his hands on her ass cheeks while standing behind her. He teased his hard cock against her wet twat before sliding the head inside. He felt her stiffen, her back arching, and then she was murmuring to herself. "I am disgraced; I am disgraced;” Mark smiled evilly and pushed deep inside her with one long, slow stroke. Aemelia shuddered and choked, fighting the urge to cry out as he violated her. She hissed as he bottomed out in her, pushing back on her hands to take him in further. She was silent now, just trembling as she felt his cock pinning her to him. Mark then began to stroke back and forth slowly, letting her adjust to the sensation. She was indeed tight, and he was inclined to believe her claim that she was still a virgin, even if she had no hymen. "Bonosus;” she said in a quiet voice somewhere between a gasp and a whisper. She pushed back against him again, starting to grind her ass in circles, reveling in the sensation of a man deep inside her, committing such an extreme blasphemy against Mother Rome. The two were thinking the same thing: Fuck Mother Rome. Mark started moving faster, knowing they didn't have a lot of time. His hips began smacking against her ass, and he watched as his cock glistened, sliding back and forth in her slippery cunt. "Uh, less noise, less noise!" she rasped, waving almost frantically with one hand, her eyes squeezed shut. "Do you want us to both be executed?" Mark kept pumping back and forth strongly, but refrained from slamming against her. He was still more than deep enough to send her into convulsions, though, and the priestess hissed lustily, looking back at him with glazed hazel eyes. "Make me cum," she panted, working herself against him rather inexpertly, but with amazing enthusiasm. "Disgrace my body, my temple, with your cum, slave!" Mark moved faster, and felt her cunt rippling and contracting around him greedily, indicating she was not far off from orgasm. His hands pulled her ass cheeks apart, stretching her and she bit her knuckle and keened. Covered in sweat, her arm flashed out to the side, pointing at the linens hanging next to them. "A linen!" she gasped, her breath catching in her throat. "Give me a linen before I scream!" Mark reached out and grabbed one of the long linen swaths off a peg and handed it to Aemelia, who hastily shoved as much as she could into her mouth, right before her body contorted and was wracked by orgasm. She screamed in ecstasy, the linen muffling the otherwise piercing sound magnificently. Her cunt clutched his cock fiendishly, and Mark stifled a loud groan as he began to cum deep inside her. They ground and squirmed against one another heatedly as he filled her with his pearly essence, and he could feel her cum slathering his thighs. Finally, she sagged, leaning against the wall to keep herself up while removing the linen from her mouth so she could breathe heavily. Some moments later, she eased herself forward, off his throbbing cock, gasping as it popped out of her. She turned around, leaning back against the wall and pulled Mark to her, pressing her mouth against his and kissing him deeply. She may have been a virgin, but she certainly knew how to kiss. Then again, if it was just her and a few other young women living here, that was probably to be expected. "This, slave," she whispered breathily, looking up into his eyes while she reached down and massaged his sticky, still oozing cock. "This has now been in the most sacred of cunts, a sacred temple, defiled by your base desires. Do you know what an honor you've had?" "I can guess," Mark replied, using his body to pin her to the wall and pushing back inside her again. Aemelia shuddered and groaned, going up on her toes and clasping him. "You glad I defiled your temple?" "Yes, but we need to get you out of here," she managed to say, gently pushing him back so that he fell out of her. She knelt and kissed his cock while picking up the linen she'd stuffed into her mouth, and cleaned him off with it. She then hurried over to the pegs on another wall and slipped on a simple white robe, tying it shut. She was flushed, but obviously jubilant. She helped him get back into his slave tunic. "Well, I can strike that off my bucket list," Mark mused to himself in English, smirking. "What did you say?" Aemelia asked, looking up at him as she tied the cord around his waist. "Oh, I was just thinking that at least I can count on you to not brag about this," he said somewhat hastily. "Probably not many people you wanna tell." "True, there's really only Licinia and Marcia I would tell, because they are like-minded to myself. I would tell Domitia, since I suspect she has at least as licentious a heart as any of us, but dare not, because she is impulsive, and not prone to subtlety." "No shit;” Mark muttered as she finished helping him dress. "So now what? How do we get me out of here?" "There's a secret passage you can use at the end of this hallway. It'll take you down to the basement level again, and out though a garden. Be vigilant, but you should be safe. Take a sack of supplies out into the streets, so that it looks like you're on an errand. It'll help you avoid scrutiny." She led him through her apartment and opened the door to poke her head out into the hall, looking both ways. She then took his hand and pulled him out, hurrying down to the end of the hall and then pointing at a large plaster lavabo that dominated the wall. He used his fingers to pry it open like a door, which led into a dark stairwell. He was about to step into the stairwell when she took him by the hem of his tunic and pulled him back to her, kissing him deeply and passionately for several seconds before pushing him back through the aperture and then closing the door behind him. Aemelia leaned back against the ornate plaster lavabo and sighed, looking at the ceiling. She laid and hand on her tit, stood up, straightened her robe out, and then walked down the hall, attempting to look dignified. Thankfully, servants and the priestess' minders rarely came to this floor except at designated hours. She stopped in front of the door of the apartment next to hers, which had a plaque that red 'Licinia' and rapped on the door softly. The door opened and she was pulled inside by her wrist. The door had barely closed before she and another, younger priestess were kissing one another feverishly, hands wandering over each other's bodies. "Thank you for letting me watch," Licinia murmured as her tongue tangled with Aemelia's. "I am so jealous that you got to fuck first, even if it was just a slave. But what a cock he had on him." "I know, and it was everything we had hoped it would be, sister," Aemelia breathed, breaking the kiss and pulling her sister-priestess' bedchamber robe off. "If only it could have lasted longer. But for now;” She shed her own robe and leaned back against the wall, tilting her hips forward and using two fingers to spread her thick cuntlips wide. "You need to suck his cum out of my cunt while you can;” Mark's back was getting slightly sore from carting around sacks in order to get places without being stopped and questioned. He humped several cords of wood into the rear entrance of the Trajan Baths, sighing heavily as he dumped them down near other piles meant to heat the pools, and then went in search of Becky and Nanu. He heard them before he saw them, not surprisingly; he followed the telltale noises toward a smaller, more private bath chamber away from the main rooms. He paused in the door of the room, grinning and leaning against the entranceway while he just watched. In the shallow water, Becky and Nanu were sitting facing into one another, legs scissored and pussies pressed together. They panted and moaned as they slithered and ground against each other, resting back on one hand in the cool water, and gripping each other's arms with the second. They strained against one another, backs arching and their behinds out of the water, eyes squeezed shut and teeth clenched. They both keened loudly before the dam broke. Sighing and moaning shamelessly, they squirmed and writhed, bathing each other's cunt in frothy cum. They girl-fucked one another hard, cumming for a long period before finally relaxing and settling into a squishy embrace, tits and pussies pressed together as they kissed lovingly. Mark finally came into the room, noticing that two young attendants were waiting in corners, linens ready. He shed his tunic and stepped down into the shallow pool, joining them. Becky broke the kiss to smile at him lewdly. "Well, hey, handsome," she purred, reaching over to stroke his cock, noticing it was recently used. "What did you get up to while Nanu and I were enjoying ourselves?" He was kneeling next to them, rotating his neck. "Might've used our loop to get revenge on the city for trying to kill me next week," he mentioned. "Found a certain temple, might've fucked a priestess;” Becky shook her head. "I swear, you're terrible at time theory, unless it involves doing something heinous, Mark. You are a menace." "Yeah, but you love it," he pointed out, grinning and reaching into caress one of her tits, his other hand fondling Nanu's. "Admit it." "I admit to nothing, young man," she purred, loving how his hand felt on her while she continued to stroke his cock. "Nanu asked if we could visit her family, see if they're okay. She hasn't seen them for a decade now." "I'm all right with that," Mark answered, shrugging. "We should give 'em money, too, improve their lot in life. Sounds like Egyptian peasants in the Roman era don't have a lot goin' for 'em." Becky smiled slyly. "Now that you mention it;” Akhmim, in a corner of the former Lower Kingdom. It was the time of year where the mighty Iteru was to have overflowed its banks and then receded, leaving the land gloriously fertile, and ready for the people to grow their crops and sell their goods to the merchants in the cities. But this year, the great god Hap'i had withheld his bounty, and the river had barely breached its banks. The land was dry, and crops scarce. People had been bringing muddy water from the edges of the river in buckets in a desperate attempt to fertilize their fields. Kiya sighed glumly as she tilled a shallow trench in the woefully dry soil on their farm. A wind blew across the field, and she was depressed to see that it carried reddish dust with it. She was the youngest remaining child, and she did the least skilled work as a result. She despaired of ever being married, since her parents could not afford to lose her. Years ago, they had sold their youngest daughter, in the hopes of getting enough money to improve the farm, with new tools and maybe some irrigation equipment, but they'd been had, and the materials and tools they'd bought were junk. It had cost them all the money they'd made in selling their child, and now they had less than ever. They barely subsisted even in the bountiful years, and during droughts like this, it could be deadly. Other farms were empty, due to death or abandonment. She stopped for a moment and leaned on the rickety hoe she was using, squeezing her eyes shut and stifling a sob. She missed her little sister. Yes, Nanu had only been a year younger than her, but she'd been a joy in Kiya's young life, and they were very close to one another. Kiya loved little Nanu, and then one day, she was gone. As she opened her eyes and looked out over the dusty field at the long, thin rows of trenches, she wondered if Hap'i was punishing them for selling her little sister. Kiya wouldn't have blamed the god; she remembered being angry too, and she hadn't talked to her parents for days. Her older siblings, especially Aneksi and Joba, her eldest sister and brother, had loudly declared that it was a good thing to do, since it was one less mouth to feed, and Nanu had been useless for chores anyway. She was six years old when we sold her! Kiya thought angrily to herself as she glared at the barren field. What did you think she was going to be able to do? She heard a horn call and looked down at the distant river dully; she could see an ornate boat sailing downstream, being punted by dark-skinned Nubian slaves, the huffer standing at the bow waving for less important ships to move aside. Nobles, she grumbled to herself sourly. Probably on their way to Memphis to eat splendid food, and meet with their Roman friends. Splendid food. She'd almost forgotten what anything other than bread or little bits of fish tasted like. And the drought made even bread scarce, while fish were dangerous to try to catch, because of the hippos and crocodiles that crowded the river. In years like this, the crocodile demons were especially aggressive. Movement caught her eye, and she saw a palanquin coming up the banks on the small, dusty road. It wasn't even a road, really, so much as a failed ditch that had been meant for irrigation of the nearby farms. Slaves carried the palanquin on their shoulders, and diaphanous curtains concealed who sat within. A tall, light-skinned slave walking with a tall stick led the way. Just behind him came a woman riding a mule, a cloak wrapped around her upper body to protect her from the dusty wind. They seemed to be coming this way. Why are they headed this way? Kiya wondered with a frown. What could they possibly want here in dusty little Akhmim? She stood up and began walking toward the palanquin as it drew closer, her hoe held casually in her right hand: unthreatening, but ready in case their intentions were malign. She could see now that the male slave leading the way was rugged and handsome, with brown hair and deep eyes. Behind him, she woman on the horse, whom she assumed was still a slave, seemed rather pretty beneath her swathes of dark grey linen and fabrics. Were her eyes; blue? She glanced over at her ramshackle house that she, her siblings, her parents and grandparents lived in. No one else seemed to have noticed yet, or were too far away to see. Clearly this would be up to Kiya for now. So how should she react? She played it safe and got down on both knees, bowing her head and looking at the reddish-brown ground beneath her. It was hot on her knees. She hoped this wouldn't take long, for she had to get back to the trenches, so that the other could pour their meagre water and begin to plant seeds. Kiya waited quietly. "I always did like seeing you on your knees, Ki;” she heard a sweet, girly voice say. Her head flicked up and she looked at the source of the voice; she could see a beautiful face leaning out between the curtains of the palanquin and smirking at her. Kiya's eyes widened and her jaw opened as the young woman slid down out of the palanquin and began walking toward her. She was wearing shimmering white clothes that hugged her lovely figure, and her hazel eyes danced in excitement. She was wearing gleaming gold jewelry, adorned with lapis and other gems. She was radiant, like a goddess. "N; Nanu?" Kiya asked in a tiny, incredulous voice. The vision of her long-lost sister nodded, still smiling. "NANU!!!" shrieked the older girl, dropping the hoe and launching herself forward into a crushing hug with her sister. She'd burst into tears by the time she reached Nanu, and the younger sister was crying as well while they embraced. Mark and Becky looked on, smiling as the sisters were reunited, crying together. True, Nanu's sister (the one named Kiya, they assumed) was getting dust all over Nanu's immaculate clothing, but it didn't matter. There were plenty of new outfits for her anyway. Kiya began planting tear-wet kisses all over Nanu's face, almost as if they were a method of making sure she was real. The weeping Nanu returned the kisses. Mark's head began tilting slowly on an angle as he watched, because the kisses were becoming slower, and seemingly more meaningful and; affectionate. "Well, now;” Becky said as she watched intently. "Hello, ancient Egypt." Nanu and Kiya were now absorbed in a very deep kiss, holding one another tight. Mark could see their tongues rolling around the insides of their cheeks. The whimpers of crying had given way to muffled moans while their hands wandered up each other's backs and came to rest on their ass cheeks. Still they kissed one another almost hungrily. Mark leaned in closer to Becky and whispered to her. "I get the feeling they really missed each other." The sisters finally broke the kiss, more for needing oxygen than any other consideration. They pressed their foreheads together, panting heavily as they stared into one another's eyes. Their lips were still glistening from the kiss they'd shared. Nearly a minute had passed before Kiya pulled her head back and looked at her little sister in renewed wonderment. "Nanu;” she managed to say. "How; what are you;” "Do you like it?" chimed Nanu, stepping back just far enough to do a twirl and display her raiment. The gold she wore on her neck, arms and ankles tinkled almost musically. "I have lots more." "We; mom and dad sold you;” Kiya said, still gaping. "They; they sold you as a slave. What miracle of the gods is this?" "Oh, the best kind," the younger girl quipped, giggling. "But I don't wanna explain this ten times, so why don't you get everyone over here? I'll have my slaves set up a shelter for us all to sit under." Kiya will still bordering on confused, but she nodded and turned to race back toward the hut, calling out loudly for people. Nanu watched her for a few moments before turning to look at Mark and Becky and smiling. "You two sure missed each other," Mark observed, grinning, while Becky fanned herself. Nanu gave Mark a snarky look and stuck out her tongue. "We were best friends, Kiya and I, we only had each other, really. And then I was gone for ten years. Is it really so surprising that we can pick up where we left off?" "Nah, just some culture shock is all," Mark chuckled as he laid down the packs he was carrying and then began unslinging others from the side of the mule Becky sat on, and the palanquin. "Shall I set up the shelter, your majesty?" Nanu giggled. "I could get used to that. Please!" The porters placed the palanquin on the ground, and began helping Mark set up the shelter. Along with their pay, they'd been promised good food and wine, so they were more than willing to put in great effort. Mere minutes had passed before a shelter was set up on sturdy poles, with curtains that could be fastened to the sides to keep out the dust and wind. Nanu crawled back inside the palanquin while Becky waited just outside. Before long, a group of people was approaching, being led by an eager Kiya. She kept badgering everyone to hurry up, and several seemed more than a little annoyed at her harrying them. They were of various ages, and all dressed similarly to Kiya, in the common wear of Egypt's teeming peasantry. Becky glanced subtly to the side, to look at Nanu. The young Egyptian woman was staring at the approaching throng, her eyes glassy, and she bit her lip to keep from crying. She didn't want to be crying when her family saw her again. Becky drew the curtains closed to give her some time to compose herself. She then stood and waited patiently while everyone approached. They were a rough lot, clearly hardened by a life of toil on one of the endless farms that lined the Nile. There were young men and women, some children who belonged to what she assumed were couples, and some elders laboring to bring up the rear. The crowd stopped near the shelter, and looked at the visitors silently. Becky nodded to them all said then spoke in a clear voice. "Do any of you speak the tongue of Rome?" Silence and blank stares greeted her. Unimpressed, she turned and called back. "Mark, none of them speak Latin, I need you." "Not the last time I'll ever hear you say that," he chuckled as he joined her. She gave him a sour look and swatted his arm. He ignored the assault and called out to everyone. "Has Kiya told you what we're doing here?" Many of the people shook their heads, but still didn't say anything. Mark gave Becky a sidelong glance, and the blonde woman went back to the palanquin, knelt, and pulled aside the curtain. She helped an elegant woman in white out of the vehicle, and she walked forward, holding a gauzy white veil over her head to conceal her features. She approached the group, and an older man finally pushed to the front and addressed her humbly. "How can this humble family serve you, mistress?" he asked. Nanu now pulled the veil over her head, letting them take a good look at her. Kiya looked like she was almost ready to burst. Several faces remained blank for quite some time, but others began to express shock as recognition set in. "Nanu?" asked the man in a quavering voice. "Yeah, it's me, dad," she said, her eyes shining again. "I'm home for a visit." "NANU!" an older woman blurted as she forced her way through the crowd and dashed forward. Nanu quit trying not to cry as she embraced her mother for the first time in more than a decade. Becky pressed her fingers to her lips as she watched and tried not to tear up. Mark just grinned. "Mommy," Nanu choked as she held the other woman tight. "I've missed you so much!" "How is this possible?" her father asked, sinking to his knees. "We; I had to sell you, to those Romans, in order to make enough money to' "The Flavians in Clysma, yes," Nanu affirmed, looking over her mother's shoulder and nodding while the elder woman wept. "And they sent me to Rome, once they discovered I could dance." "You always were a good little dancer!" Kiya gushed, almost bouncing up and down on the spot. Many of the other members of the family were drawing closer now, still gazing in wonder. Her father seemed to be going pale and trembling, though. "Are; are you sent back as a glorious spirit, to punish me for selling my beautiful daughter? Have mercy on me, I' "Dad, stop being so dramatic," Nanu almost complained as she let go of her mother and walked toward him. She hauled him to his feet and placed her tiny hands in his, letting him feel them. "See? I'm still flesh and blood, not a stupid spirit. I'm not a Flavian slave anymore, either. I'm wealthy and I have my own slaves." They all looked at Mark and Becky now. Becky pulled down the fabric around her head, and many of them gasped as her golden blonde hair and sea-blue eyes came into full view. They'd never seen anyone like her before. These were Nanu's slaves? Her father shook his head slowly. "I still do not understand. How did this happen?" "Who cares?" someone groused from the back of the crowd in a gruff, male voice. Nanu knew it right away, and looked up sourly. The crowd parted to let the speaker come forward. It was her eldest brother, Bata, and he was the second eldest of the siblings after Meritites, Nanu's big sister. He'd always been something of a bully toward her. More than something, actually. Nanu and Kiya both had unpleasant memories of the older boy. "We sold you for money, and what good did it do us?" the young man sneered, moving forward now. Nanu took half a step back, clearly intimidated. "The tools we bought were shit, and we're struggling harder than ever. You can't even be sold without fucking things up for your fa' Mark had lunged in and slammed his fist across Bata's jaw, sending him spinning to the ground. Everyone except Becky gasped, and one sister cried out in fright. Mark stood over the downed boy, glowering at him. Bata was holding his jaw, his eyes wide in shock. He could taste blood. "Got anything else to say about my mistress, shitbag?" Mark challenged. Bata glared at Mark before his gaze flicked over to the axe he'd dropped when he got punched. "Oh, please try that, I dare you,", Mark growled, unmoved by the perceived threat. "I'll shove that axe handle so far up your ass that you'll have splinters in your tongue for a month." Bata looked away, unable to endure Mark's glare. The younger man stepped back and let Nanu's brother get to his feet. Bata grabbed a woman by the wrist and stomped off, dragging her behind. Several of Nanu's siblings sighed and were visibly relieved. Mark then stepped back and let Nanu take over again. The Egyptian girl, still a little rattled, took a deep breath, composing herself. She then spoke to her family again. "I'm sorry. I thought I'd never see you again. I thought I'd die, far from home, never to return. I; I want to make sure that mom and dad never have to do anything like that again for our family's survival." Nanu brought her mother back to the family and helped her father stand. They were murmuring to one another and hugged, while people began crying. Several men and women watched on, some passively, some with curiosity. Mark assumed these were spouses who had married into the family since Nanu's departure some ten years ago. Nanu was hugging her oldest sister, Meritites, and sharing kisses with her, although not quite as affectionate as those she'd shared with Kiya. She then hugged and kissed her other siblings; Djoser, Ameny, Khafra, Nefer, Tiaa, Horemheb, Jobra, Anpu, and Senet. Jeebus, Becky thought, trying not to frown as she looked at the mother, whose name was apparently Pypuy. Twelve kids? How did her uterus not just fall right out? Nanu's father, Akhom, still seemed overwhelmed, but maybe that was understandable. He had, after all, clearly made an agonizing decision and it seemed to be revisiting him, even if the circumstances were joyous for everyone else. Nanu had explained to Mark and Becky that selling children into slavery in order for a poor family to survive was not uncommon in Egypt, but clearly it was still painful for all involved. Finally, the greetings ended, and Nanu, with her eyes still glistening, smiled at her family. "Let's eat, I brought lots of food." The shelter Mark and the slaves had erected was large enough to conceal everyone from the sun. They ate bread, figs, fish, and wine. Kiya excused herself and ran back to the house. Even Nanu's father seemed to have adjusted and was now enjoying himself. More than anything, though, there were endless questions. "I got lucky," Nanu said simply. "I know it seems impossible, but look at me. What more proof do you need? I am wealthy now, and not a slave. I came home to let you know, and also to give you money, so that you no longer need to struggle. You will live very comfortably. You could probably even retire from the farm and move into a town or city if you wanted to." "You're not coming with us?" her sister Tiaa asked, looking rather upset. "We just got you back, and you've been gone so long." Nanu looked down at the ground, going silent, wondering what to say. She felt very torn. Here she was, back with the family she'd missed her entire life, and giving them money, but beyond that, she had nothing to back it up; Mistress Aurora and Bonosus, or whatever their real names happened to be, were not her slaves. She had no talents that made her a patrician. She could barely read. She'd come here, so secure in her plan to see her family, alleviate any suffering they were enduring, and then go off on this grand adventure with her new beloved associates. They'd even told her she might be able to see her family again. But now, in this dingy but so comforting environment. She looked up and saw Kiya approaching again, carrying something in her arms. Everyone let her through, and she knelt next to Nanu, smiling. Nanu's eyes went wide. Kiya gently passed her the baby. It couldn't have been more than a year old. "Her name is Nanu," Kiya said softly, her brown eyes shining. "Named after the little sister I thought I'd lost forever." Nanu looked up and her eyes were glassy with wonder. "Who is her father?" Kiya smiled sadly. "The river took him earlier this year, during Akhet. I'm sorry you never met him." "She's beautiful," Nanu murmured, caressing the tiny cheek with her thumb, and feeling her heart thrum in her chest. "So beautiful." "There's all the time in the world now, for you to raise her and love her," her sister said, putting a hand on Nanu's arm. "I know you'll love her as much as I do. We can raise her together, just like we always talked about when we were younger. And I; what's wrong, Nanu?" Tears were now streaming down the younger girl's face as she tried to keep from bursting out crying. Becky found herself trying not to cry as well, even if she didn't understand the language. "I'm; I'm sorry, Kiya," she managed to say, while her sister's eyes teared up, knowing what was coming. "I can't stay, I now have a different life I must get back to. And it's not here in Akhmim, or even Keme itself." "I understand," Kiya rasped, her eyes red as she tried to hold it together. She loved Nanu so much. "Can't take us with you?" "No, I can't," Nanu said sadly, shaking her head slowly as she squeezed her eyes shut, crystalline tears falling onto the linen the baby in her arms was wrapped in. "I don't know how that would work." "Will we ever see you again?" her sister Ameny almost pleaded. "I want to say yes," Nanu replied, her eyes still closed. "But even visiting now was very difficult to arrange. But I promise you, I will try. And if I ever find a way to take you all away from here, then I will. And we'll all live in splendor together forever." Most of the girls were crying at this point, and even a few of her brothers were sniffling. Her mother and father just knelt quietly, looking very forlorn and lost. Nanu handed the baby back to Kiya and hugged her parents tight. "But even if I can't be here, I'm still looking after you, like I promised," she said in an earnest tone. She glanced over at Mark, who nodded and rose, using two of the porters to unfasten sacks from the mule and also the palanquin. When he brought them over, he laid them in front of Nanu, who opened them to display the contents. Her family members gaped in awe. More gold coins than they could have imagined glittered within. "You'll need to be quiet for some time about where it all came from, and not just spread it around, but this'll give even my niece's great-grandchildren a very comfy life if you're not stupid with it," she announced, running her hands through the coinage so they could hear the sound of it. "Like I said, you could become the wealthiest farmers in the region, or become traders in a nearby city. As long as you look after one another, always. Even Bata." "Don't worry about Bata, sis," grunted the second eldest brother, Anpu, looking at Meritites and smiling. She reached over and squeezed his hand. "We'll make Bata behave." "I know," sniffled Nanu, smiling and wiping at her eye. She'd always liked her big brother Anpu. He wasn't a jerk like Bata. "Just protect my sisters, Anpu, and my niece." He nodded, looking proud, since she'd assigned him this task. "Do you really need to leave already, Tahemet?" Djoser asked, calling Nanu by her childhood nickname of 'Queenie'. When they'd all been younger, Nanu, as the youngest, usually got the short end of the stick about everything. So she made up for it by having an active pretend life, where she was a queen, regal and worshipped by all. Meri, the eldest, had given her the nickname, but not in a mocking way, even if Bata used it as such. Nanu considered. Mark turned around and whispered to the porters. "Stay with us another night, and we'll triple your pay and give you all the remaining food." The men nodded readily. Nanu wanted to ask Mark and Becky, but they were supposed to be her slaves for this visit, so she couldn't be asking them. The decision was hers. She opened her eyes and smiled. "I'll stay until tomorrow." Everyone seemed relieved at her proclamation, and they continued eating and drinking merrily. Becky had to admit, they were taking this all in good stride. Then again, when all your deities had bird or reptile heads, there probably wasn't a lot you couldn't take on faith anyway. Mark now conversed with the family (with Nanu's permission), about how Nanu had come into wealth and escaped slavery, not to mention acquiring two exceptional specimens such as himself and Becky for slaves. Mark did something he was becoming distressingly good at and lied. It saved Nanu the hassle, which was just as well, since she spent much of her time holding Kiya's baby and talking quietly with her sister. Clearly they'd been attached at the hip when they were younger, and there was much about one another they were keen to rediscover. Watching them subtly touch each other and hold hands, thumbs gently caressing, brought a smile to Becky's face. She resolved to make sure Nanu got to see her family again. The day had worn on, and Nanu had to remind everyone repeatedly that there was no immediate need to get back to toiling over the barren landscape, since she had come with plenty of money. Evening was upon them, and the family began returning to the dwelling that served as their home. Mark added treated skins around the shelter, converting it into a tent, while Nanu begged Kiya to stay with her for the night, to which the older sister agreed readily. Last of all, she hugged her father and mother, promising to see them in the morning. They took little Nanu with them, leaving Mark, Becky, Nanu, and Kiya alone in the tent. The porters had returned to the boat and would sleep there. Once the flaps were all fastened shut, Nanu and Kiya had almost attacked one another, kissing feverishly, and tearing one another's clothes off. Alex smiled and watched while they took their own clothes off. They lay on a blanket together on their sides, with Mark spooning her. He caressed and fondled her gently while she squirmed her ass back against him and they watched the sisters, small sturdy covered lamps in the corners providing dim illumination. Naked and wrapped up in a tangle of writhing limbs, Nanu and Kiya were continuing to kiss hungrily, moaning the entire time. Hands wandered over forms they hadn't touched in over ten years, and those had probably changed considerably in the interim. They murmured and whispered to one another through the kissing, words Mark didn't try all that hard to make out. Let them have their fun. "Umm, there you are," Becky purred as she felt Mark get nice and hard while watching the show. She reached behind herself and took hold of his hard cock, guiding it to her cunt. She teased it up and down the slippery nether lips before letting Mark press home, and sinking deep inside her. They both moaned with relief at the coupling. Mark kissed Becky's neck and fondled her opulent tits as he began pushing his cock in and out of her slowly. They slowly made love while watching the sisters just to their side rediscover one another, after over a decade apart. Becky smiled as Nanu kissed Kiya deeply, expressing her innermost longings and desires. The younger sister lay on top of the older one, holding one another tight and kissing, their nubile bodies squirming together. "I love watching family reunions," Becky sighed quietly as she flexed her fingers on Mark's hip while he slid in and out of her, still massaging her opulent tits. "Look at them, Mark, they're so in love, and so happy to see one another." "It's certainly a feel good moment," he agreed, loving how she flexed her cunt muscles around him as he pushed him himself back and forth. "Mind you, just about everything involving you is, I find." Becky smiled and reached up to caress his cheek before turning her face to kiss him. While they were engaged in a tongue-lock, Nanu began kissing and nibbling her way slowly down Kiya's soft, responsive body, thrilling to hear the murmurs and whimpers of her sister again. She kissed her tan tits, swirling her tongue around the hard brown nipple, before biting and tugging on it, then giggling. "You can't imagine how long I've yearned to see you with tits, Ki," she said quietly, smirking up at the older girl. "They're everything I've ever hoped for and dreamed of." "Just wait until you see my cunt, then," Kiya replied, shivering beneath her sister's kisses. How she'd missed them! "And let me see if yours has become everything I've ever dreamed of." Nanu nodded and then wiggled around until her hips were over Kiya's face. In the dim light, the older sister could see the tempting twat, glistening with arousal and shaved curiously smooth. It must have been how they did things in distant Rome, of which her little sister was now apparently queen or some such thing. Without a moment's hesitation, she craned her head up and began kissing, sending shudders through Nanu and making her moan. The sisters kissed and lapped at one another, lovers reunited after agonizing years apart. They fell into it naturally, remembering what the other loved and craved, even if their bodies had changed in the interim. Nanu sighed in bliss at the taste of her sister, cloying and sweet on her tongue. She felt Kiya go rigid as one of her fingers slipped inside her twat. They rolled slowly onto their sides, legs locked around each other's head as they sucked on one another's cunt hungrily, lost in mutual pleasure. Mark and Becky kept watching, undulating and squirming as quietly as they could, letting the sisters rediscover their lost love. Nanu and Kiya were moaning into one another's pussies now, little gasps escaping them. They could see Nanu's ass cheeks clenching and pushing forward against her sister's face, even while Kiya slithered her tongue around inside her. They were both trembling and sweating now, bodies shining in the dim, flickering orange light inside the tent. "Ooh, here we go," Becky whispered, her hand reaching back to rest on Mark's neck and help keep her braced against him. "Let's see how long this has been pent up;” Both sisters were shaking now, but still lapping and sucking on each other relentlessly, squeaking and whimpering as they tried to hold out. But their lust would not be denied, and they both keened and strained, finally cumming. Mark and Becky watched in fascinated delight as Nanu bathed her sister's face in her glistening cum, and heard her moaning as Kiya reciprocated. Becky shivered and pressed her ass back against Mark, hard, sighing as she began to cum as well. Mark pressed forward with his hips, pushing his cock as far inside her as he could, pumping his cum deep into her greedy cunt. They squirmed and ground against each other, with Mark biting Becky's neck and her fingers running through his hair. "Umm, Mark;” she cooed, nuzzling against him, loving the feel of his molten cum inside her. "You have no idea how good this feels." "If it's one tenth as good as that, then pretty damn incredible," Mark said, nodding at Nanu and Kiya, who were still kissing one another's pussies, murmuring quietly and caressing. Nanu disengaged her mouth from Kiya's snatch and turned around again, lying on top of her sister as they began kissing again, tasting themselves on each other's lips. Kiya moved her right leg and Nanu her left, shifting around until their gooey pussies were squashed together, which they both obviously found immensely comforting. They ended their kiss, and Nanu looked over at Mark and Becky dreamily, her face shining with cum. "I would like to let Kiya taste you both;” Mark and Becky nodded, remembering that they were still pretending Nanu was noble and they were mere slaves. Mark slowly pulled his cock out of Becky and rolled onto his back. He pulled his teacher on top of him, facing up, with his cock poking up between her legs. The sisters crawled over, with Kiya looking rather hesitant, but trusting her little sister. She gazed at Mark's erect cock and Becky's twat in wonder. "He's huge," she breathed, unconsciously licking her lips. "You're lucky to have such a big cock at your disposal whenever you like, Nanu." "Don't I know it," giggled the younger sister, taking hold of Mark's tool and holding it up for Kiya, while she began kissing Becky's cunt, shivering as she tasted Mark's cum dribbling out of her mistress. "You'll love the taste of this cunt, too." Kiya began experimenting with kissing Mark's cock, which was glistening with his and Becky's mingled cum. The Egyptian girl seemed intimidated by its size initially, but remembered that Nanu clearly loved it, so there must be nothing to fear. Her hand joined Nanu's around the base of the shaft and soon she was sliding her tongue up and down his length, much like Nanu was doing to Becky's sweet twat. The sisters paused to kiss, tongues tangling as they shared the cum they'd both lapped up, humming contentedly into one another's mouth. To watch them, Mark would have sworn they'd done this before. They both stroked his shaft, while Nanu caressed Becky's cunt. The two girls pressed their foreheads together, giggling at some secret between them. Nanu looked at Becky and Mark warmly. "We should sleep, my family will not leave us alone for long. And I want my sister to try fucking you both before we must leave." "I do not want you to go," Kiya sighed. "I just got you back, Tahamet, it breaks my heart that you intend to leave again. Couldn't; couldn't you and your servants stay with us? You could even lead our family, since you are the one with the wealth. We could live wherever we wanted. I wanted to raise my daughter with you, my other half, missing for so long." Nanu's eyes glistened as she looked over at Mark and Becky. The blonde woman smiled lovingly. "Nanu," she said gently in Latin, which Kiya didn't speak. "This is your decision. If you want to stay with your sister and your family, Mark and I will understand. We'll leave the money with you, and even come and visit you when we can." The tear on her cheek was proof of how torn the young woman was by this decision. And it was one she had to make alone, possibly for the first time in her entire life. It had to be terrible for her. Finally, she hung her head for several moments, and when she looked back up, she was smiling. "Ki, I must go back to my life,", she sighed, her mind made up. "Trust me, I really want to stay, or to take you with me, especially you and little Nanu, but it must be this way. I can promise to visit, and that will have to do." "I understand," the older sister choked, nodding as her eyes welled over with tears. "I do. It's just hard. I'm so glad that you're alive and happy. It means so much to me. If the price is sending you away again, I can endure it. For you. For us. You know how in love with you I am." "Same as I am with you," Nanu said, her voice cracking and tears flowing. "Just remember that I'll keep my promise and visit whenever I can." The sisters grappled onto one another and began kissing feverishly, lying on their sides while their hands wandered freely. Mark chuckled and allowed Becky to clamber off him. She went to lie on the far side, spooning into Nanu and making sure she stayed pressed to her sister. Mark, meanwhile, spooned into Kiya, holding her in place against Nanu, while the two girls continued kissing and whimpering into one another's mouths. The two time travelers reached across and rested a hand on each other, smiling and relaxing, waiting for the Egyptian girls to nod off, their lips still pressed together in a forever-kiss. It was a long-overdue night of safety and contentment for the two. It was just dawn now, and Kiya looked like she was going into convulsions as she rocked up and down on top of Mark's cock. It was far the largest she'd ever had inside her, and it felt like it was splitting her open, like a wedge split wood. She could feel crackling and popping in her hips. How did Nanu, who was even smaller than her, endure it? Becky was kneeling right behind Kiya over Mark's thighs, pressed into the smaller girl and smiling wickedly while she molested her tits. Meanwhile, Nanu was kneeling over Mark's mouth, letting him lash her cunt with his tongue, while she faced into her older sister, loving the look on Kiya's face as she was almost fucked in half. Kiya squirmed and writhed, gasping like she was being choked, her eyes rolling up into her head. It wasn't long before her cunt clenched Mark ferociously, and Nanu had to lean forward and kiss her sister before Kiya shrieked in unreal ecstasy and woke up the entire family over and over, three hundred meh-ta away. Mark ground into Nanu's cunt as he arched his hips, pushing up somehow deeper inside Kiya and then cumming, filling her so profusely that she was once again shaking like she was having a seizure. The squishy noises of his cum bubbling out of her filled the tiny tent. Nanu shivered and came on his mouth seconds later. Becky hauled the nearly unconscious Kiya off of Mark's pole, while Nanu leaned down and sucked it clean quickly. She then moved forward quickly to lie between her sister's legs, sucking Mark's cum out of her cunt with a fiendish eagerness. Becky crawled over to join Mark and they watched the sisters quietly. Nanu finished draining Kiya of cum, finally, and crawled over her, nestling down onto her body. Not surprisingly, they were kissing again. "Jeez, you ever seen too people more in love?" he mused, smirking as he lazily caressed her tits while she sat in front of him. "I ain't complaining about the show," Becky replied, nodding and grazing her fingernails along his forearm. "She must really believe in our promise to her if she's willing to leave her sister and niece behind to come with us. I feel slightly bad about it." Mark shrugged. "She wouldn't have even had this choice without us, Becks," he pointed out. "Clearly our offer means a lot to her. 'sides, she knows she can always visit them now, just like we promised. And if the Holmes Field Device won't bring her forward, we can leave her here with them, right?" "I guess that's true," Becky agreed, nodding and just watching. "What is that language they speak to one another when they don't want anyone to understand them?" Kiya asked in a whisper, looking just past her sister's shoulder at Mark and Becky suspiciously. "I don't even know," Nanu confessed. "I've never heard it before. Anywhere." Kiya gazed up into her younger sister's eyes, giving her a skeptical look. "They're not your slaves, are they? There's no damn way two people as magnificent as that are slaves to anybody, forget a dopey little slut of a girl from Akhmim." Nanu sighed. "Fine, you got me," she whispered, pretending to kiss her sister's ear, while Kiya squirmed and held her close. They made a show of grinding their pussies together, giving Mark and Becky something to look at. "They're not my slaves. I was hers, for a little bit. But what they really are is adventurers, from very far away. And they're taking me with them, to share their adventures. Not as a slave, but as one of them." Kiya assessed what her sister was saying for some time, trying to parse it out. It sounded absurd, but then, so was Nanu

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Philemon IntroductionThanks to everyone who supports TMBH at patreon.com/thetmbhpodcastYou're the reason we can all do this together!Discuss the episode hereMusic by Jeff Foote

Our exit today has us taking on that bully from work. This week, we are talking about Joe Somebody, written by John Scott Shepherd and directed by John Pasquin. Our discussion centers around Tim Allen and whether this is a good vehicle for him or not. But we also touch upon lots of other sitcom stars, including Jim Belushi and Julie Bowen, Iron Man, Clint Eastwood, pharmaceutical companies, Steven Seagal, Minnesota film, and the new Jonas Brothers Christmas movie!Thememusic by Jonworthymusic.Powered by RiversideFM.⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠CFF Films⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ with Ross and friends.⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Movies We've Covered on the Show⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ on Letterboxd.⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Movies Recommended on the Show⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ on Letterboxd.

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Covered in this Episode: Episode 9 - Mind GamesEpisode 10 - There Goes The NeighborhoodFind our 2023, 2024, and 2025 Summer Series from Episodes 207-211, 240-245, 271-276Find The Airwolf Years from Episodes 96 - 189Find The Knight Rider Years from Episodes 1 - 95-----We'll be back on November 26th to discuss The A-Team Season 4 Episodes 11-12!  The A-Team: Season 4 is available to rent on Apple TV, and Fandango at Home.  But don't forget to check your local library for physical copies of the show too!-----A-Team Season 4 and 5 Release ScheduleSeason 4Sep 24, 2025 - Eps 1 & 2Oct 15, 2025 - Eps 3 & 4Oct 22, 2025 - Eps 5 & 6Nov 5, 2025 - Eps 7 & 8Nov 12, 2025 - Eps 9 & 10Nov 26, 2025 - Eps 11 & 12Dec 3, 2025 - Eps 13 & 14Dec 17, 2025 - Eps 15 & 16Dec 24, 2025 - Eps 17 & 18Jan 7, 2026 - Eps 19 & 20Jan 14, 2026 - Eps 21 & 22Jan 28, 2026 - Finale Ep 23Season 5Feb 11, 2026 - Premiere Eps 1–3Feb 25, 2026 - Eps 4 & 5Mar 4, 2026 - Eps 6 & 7Mar 18, 2026 - Eps 8 & 9Mar 25, 2026 - Eps 10 & 11Apr 8, 2026 - Finale Eps 12 & 13Apr 22, 2026 - The A-Team (2010) MovieThe 80's Years Opening & Closing Theme by: Steve Corning, http://thinkfishtank.comThe 80's Years Logo Design by: Luke LarssonFollow us on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/the80syearsInstagram: @the80syearsThreads: @the80syearsBluesky: @the80syearsTikTok: @the80syearsEmail us: letusblowyourmind@gmail.comCall our Hotline: (207) 835-1954

Send us a textMost founders think they need more clients or more cash flow.What they actually need is a new relationship with money.What happens when your dream dies, and God uses it to rebuild your relationship with money? In this powerful conversation, former pro athlete turned wealth advisor Matt Morizio joins Priscilla Shumba to share how losing everything led him to discover the truth about faith, money, and identity. Together, they explore what it means to move from fear to freedom, scarcity to stewardship, and control to trust.You'll hear how generosity rewires the brain, why most founders secretly struggle with money anxiety, and the simple shift that can transform your business and your walk with God.This episode is a must-listen for every faith-driven entrepreneur, purpose-led business owner, or Christian founder ready to align wealth with worship and impact with income.

What began as Time to Level Up has transformed into something much bigger. It's not just a podcast but a movement and a mirror reflecting the power of women who choose to grow on purpose. It symbolizes how your business and mindset can evolve and why “thinking big” means embracing progress over perfection. So we're celebrating five years of bold thinking, evolution, and growth with a five-part anniversary series! In the kickoff to this series on She Thinks Big, you'll dive deep into one of the most foundational themes in entrepreneurship: priorities. I'll share how saying yes to everything once felt like the key to success and what I've learned since then about focus, time as a mind reflection, and the freedom that comes from aligning your energy with what truly matters. If you've ever struggled to find balance between growth and grace or wondered if changing your priorities means you've failed, this episode will reframe how you view your time, energy, and power as a CEO.What's Covered in This Episode on Shifting Priorities to Build Your Business1:56 – Reflecting on the earliest days of the podcast and what it's really all about8:28 – Why I used to say yes to every opportunity (and what I've learned since)10:24 – How your shifting priorities reflect growth, not failure12:37 – How time is a reflection of your mind13:55 – What your energy reveals about what you really value16:17 – How to identify your future-focused priorities and act on them this week17:24 – Bonus assignment: the beauty of saying “no” 20:41 – A sneak peek into the next episode of the seriesMentioned In How I Shifted My Priorities to Build a Business That Aligns With My LifeFive Leaps in Five MinutesSilent Saboteur AuditShe Thinks Big by Andrea LiebrossBook a Call With AndreaAndrea's LinksAndrea on LinkedIn, Instagram, and FacebookDon't Just Listen—Implement ItUntangle your time, reset your role, and build systems that don't depend on your every move. No more white-knuckling your way through success because you're not just scaling your business, you're scaling yourself.Get the clarity and capacity to lead differently and ascend to your next level. Learn how and join us at andrealiebross.com/ascensionUntangle your time, reset your role, and build systems that don't depend on your every move. No more white-knuckling your way through success because you're not just scaling your business, you're scaling yourself.Get the clarity and capacity to lead differently and ascend to your next level. Learn how and join us at andrealiebross.com/ascension.

Your mental health matters - and knowing your benefits is the first step toward getting the right care and support. In this episode of Under the Coverage, we break down common mental health benefits, including therapy coverage, Employee Assistance Programs (EAPs), and what to expect when accessing care through your workplace. We also share resources for immediate support: -Visit 988lifeline.org or call/text 988 to connect with the Suicide and Crisis Lifeline. -Explore tools and links at samhsa.gov or call 1-800-622-HELP (4357). -Learn more at mhanational.org from Mental Health America. -Contact the National Alliance on Mental Illness (NAMI) at 1-800-950-NAMI (6264) or visit nami.org/help

Episode 2.55From a rented house in Rome, chained yet unbroken, Paul writes letters that overflow with gratitude and joy.In this episode, Zach and Michael explore how the apostle's identity has shifted—from fiery defender to faithful servant. No longer striving for approval, Paul sees his confinement not as defeat but as divine assignment.Drawing from Ephesians, Philippians, Colossians, and Philemon, this conversation uncovers how the gospel reframes hardship as opportunity and how maturity turns suffering into stewardship. Paul's chains become a metaphor for freedom: he's not Rome's prisoner, but Christ's ambassador.Covered in this episode:– What it means to be an “ambassador in chains”– The secret of contentment in Philippians 4– How suffering in Colossians becomes service for others– Why Philemon shows theology's true test: reconciliation– How limitation becomes God's classroom for joy and faithTakeaway:Freedom isn't the absence of chains—it's the presence of Christ.Paul's joy behind bars proves that the gospel's power isn't hindered by circumstances; it shines brightest through them.Find our videocast here: https://youtu.be/WzEnEt8QP2UMerch here: https://take-2-podcast.printify.me/Music from #Uppbeat (free for Creators!):⁠https://uppbeat.io/t/reakt-music/deep-stone⁠License code: 2QZOZ2YHZ5UTE7C8Find more Take 2 Theology content at http://www.take2theology.com

The wardens of Solitude have come to settle the score. Will a business transaction turn into the ultimate betrayal? Or will our heroes be quieted? Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

In this insightful conversation, naturopathic doctor and bestselling author Lara Briden joins Emma Sutherland to explore androgen physiology, excess, and sensitivity in women. Together they discuss the complexities of diagnosing androgen excess, including polycystic ovarian syndrome (PCOS) and adrenal-driven cases, and examine the metabolic consequences of chronically elevated androgens. They discuss the challenging clinical presentation of female pattern hair loss or androgenic hair loss talking about cause and realistic treatments. Lara shares clinical insights into testing strategies, sex hormone binding globulin (SHBG) interpretation, and the bidirectional relationship between insulin resistance and androgens. Lara and Emma also discuss evidence-based nutrients such as zinc, inositol, diindolylmethane (DIM), and magnesium, as well as body identical hormones that can assist in restoring hormonal equilibrium. This episode provides practitioners with practical strategies to address androgen imbalance, interpret lab findings with confidence, and support women with integrative, evidence-informed care. Covered in this episode: (01:08) Welcome Lara Briden (01:35) What are androgens? (05:00) Androgens and PCOS (06:48) Causes of elevated androgens (10:59) Low androgens (14:32) Androgen sensitivity (17:23) Perimenopause (21:14) Female hair loss (27:36) Treatment options (32:34) Zinc, vitex and reishi (36:44) Inositol (40:20) Licorice and peony (42:07) DIM (44:15) Magnesium (47:38) Emerging research (49:58) Final remarks Find today's transcript and show notes here: https://www.bioceuticals.com.au/education/podcasts/androgens-in-women-from-excess-to-sensitivity Sign up for our monthly newsletter for the latest exclusive clinical tools, articles, and infographics: www.bioceuticals.com.au/signup/ DISCLAIMER: The information provided on fx Medicine by BioCeuticals is for educational and informational purposes only. The information provided is not, nor is it intended to be, a substitute for professional advice or care. Please seek the advice of a qualified health care professional in the event something you learn here raises questions or concerns regarding your health.

Part 2 of my conversation with guest Phil Stacey as we pick our favorite songs by randomly selected artists. Show notes: More of our favorites from artists picked out of a hat Phil: Pretenders Overcoming the deaths of half the band Jay: James Brown Love the '70s funk era Prince was able to replicate JB's dance moves in concert Phil: Parquet Courts Built a great catalog over the last 13 years or so Influenced by the late '70s NYC CBGB sound Jay: Beatles How do you pick a single Beatles song? Phil: Sleater-Kinney Powerful band Janet Weiss is a powerhouse drummer Jay: Led Zeppelin Favorite song depends on the day Phil: Prince He could play any style Jay: Hoodoo Gurus Saw them for the first time last year Caught the mid-80s college rock wave Phil: The Police Ghost in the Machine was one of the first albums Phil ever bought Early Police is untouchable Jay: The Clash Political rock that still holds true today Covered a lot of musical ground Phil: R.E.M. Was introduced to the band by his uncle People who jumped off the bandwagon after they went to a major are missing out Jay: Elvis Costello EC has been all over the map musically, but his lyrics are always on point Phil: Squeeze Difford and Tilbrook were great songwriters Amazing string of classic songs Jay: Joe Jackson Easy choice  The first few albums were outstanding Musical chameleon Completely Conspicuous is available wherever you get podcasts. Subscribe and write a review! The opening and closing theme of Completely Conspicuous is "Theme to Big F'in Pants" by Jay Breitling. Voiceover work is courtesy of James Gralian.

Send us a textWhat if your early-season ride felt more like a festival than a sufferfest? We sit down with Cycle Zydeco's ride director, Scott, to unpack a Louisiana cycling experience built around live Zydeco music, crawfish boils, dance lessons, and easy, flat miles that leave you grinning instead of gasping. With Breaux Bridge as the new base camp and Lafayette just a quick shuttle away, the logistics finally match the vibe: simple arrivals, secure overnight bike staging, showers on-site, and routes that roll from 40 miles to metric options with almost no climbing.We dig into the details riders care about. Hotels, RV camping, and on-site tent villages? Covered. Bike rentals, shipping, assembly, and last‑minute fixes from a full shop? Also covered. Zydeco Bucks spend like cash at local restaurants and stores, turning post‑ride meals into a culinary tour that feeds the community, too. Curious about VIP perks? Think swamp tours, Tabasco's island, museum stops, a craft cocktail festival, and priority charging stations. Prefer to keep it lean? The basic package keeps the heart of the experience intact—routes, snacks, music, and a generous stash of Bucks—without the extras.We also preview Jazzing on the Trace, a two‑day warm‑up on the Tammany Trace near Lake Pontchartrain. Expect 30 mellow miles, seafood boils by the water, and a shot of New Orleans energy just over the bridge. And yes, we talk weather, safety, and support: flat terrain with fast‑moving showers, shuttles that flex when the party runs late, and mechanics who can source everything from spokes to thru‑axles. If your spring calendar needs a ride that doubles as a cultural deep dive—Cajun and Creole food, Rockin' Dopsie and friends, and a dance floor that opens at three—this is your sign.If you enjoyed this conversation, follow the show, share it with a friend, and leave a review so more riders can find their way to Louisiana's most joyful cycling week. Support Jersey StoreSupport the showAdam and Michael's friendship has grown through years of shared miles, challenges, and laughter on the bike. Their passion for cycling has carried them through life's twists and turns, creating a bond full of stories, jokes, and unforgettable rides. In their podcast, they bring that same spirit to the mic—sharing adventures, trading banter, and welcoming listeners into their cycling community. Whether tackling steep climbs or cruising open roads, their conversations capture the fun, friendship, and freedom that cycling brings. Tune in for stories that celebrate the ride and the camaraderie that makes it unforgettable. and Remember,It's a Great Day for a Bike Ride!https://www.facebook.com/cyclingmenofleisurehttps://cyclingmenofleisure.com/https://www.cyclingmenofleisurepodcast.com

223 As we prep for the holidays and turn our attention to food, we're revisiting our chat w/ cookbook author, registered dietician, and culinary school grad Nisha Melvani. Covered in this episode:-how living in many places (Jamaica, England, Canada, NY) has impacted her cooking-how food affects our bodies-how to eat more plants even if you're not vegan-how to welcome a career change even while raising kids-how sharing her recipes led to unexpected writing opportunities-how to have a healthy relationship with social mediaAbout Nisha:Cookingforpeanuts.com I @cookingforpeanutsNisha is a vegan Registered Dietitian Nutritionist with a master's degree in nutrition from Columbia University, an ACCET accredited trained Chef from the Natural Gourmet Institute in New York City, and a published cookbook author of Practically Vegan. She currently lives with her three teenagers in New York City. Nisha uses her professional expertise and personal experience as a vegan to help vegans and nonvegans transition to a plant-based diet and meet their nutrient needs. She enjoys helping her clients with their cooking, nutrition, and health goals.About Nadine:Nadine Kenney Johnstone is an award-winning author, podcast host, and writing coach. After fifteen years as a writing professor, she founded WriteWELL workshops and retreats for women writers. She interviews today's top female authors on her podcast, Heart of the Story. Her infertility memoir, Of This Much I'm Sure, was named book of the year by the Chicago Writer's Association. Her latest book, Come Home to Your Heart, is an essay collection and guided journal. She has been featured in Cosmo, Authority, MindBodyGreen, Natural Awakenings,Chicago Magazine, and more. She writes a regular column about mid-life reclamation on Substack.

Send us a textMarkets have a habit of choosing the path that hurts the most people, and this week they proved it. We open with a jolt: CarMax plunges 24%, the CEO is shown the door, and used‑car demand looks like a classic pull‑forward that left a hole in today's sales. From there, we follow the thread across the macro tapestry: consumer sentiment hovering near crisis lows, layoffs announced at a pace that clashes with payroll prints, and a tech slide that turns “AI capex” from dream to doubt in a heartbeat.I break down how cobweb dynamics and inventory timing errors ripple from toothpaste to autos, why tariffs distorted the clock on purchases, and where the data is more theatre than truth. China's export picture adds another twist: a bilateral surplus that widens even as shipments to the US shrink, exposing the difference between volume and value in a tariff world. We dig into the money plumbing too, because it's no longer just M2. Offshore dollar creation rides on the collateral of investment portfolios, trade invoices, rehypothecated claims that shape and form money in ways the Fed doesn't fully map.For investors, the practical edge is structure and levels. Options now mediate the market's mood, turning volatility into potential income when used with care. Covered calls on quality after big drops can pay you to wait, but path risk matters. We map Meta's gap fill and key Fibonacci retracements, and consider Oracle's round‑trip as a reminder that narratives can outrun cash flows. The stance is clear: acknowledge the pullback, respect the signs of strain, and build selective shopping lists rather than chasing every bounce. Let the market pay you for patience, and let price confirm when the turn is real.If this breakdown helps you navigate the noise, follow the show, share it with a friend who trades the headlines, and leave a quick review. Tell me what level you're watching next. I'll bring the charts.Support the show⬇️ Subscribe on Patreon or Substack for full episodes ⬇️https://www.patreon.com/HughHendryhttps://hughhendry.substack.comhttps://www.instagram.com/hughhendryofficialhttps://blancbleustbarts.comhttps://www.instagram.com/blancbleuofficial⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ Leave a five star review and comment on Apple Podcasts!

Zohran Mamdani, a Democratic Socialist focused on reducing the cost of living for working-class New Yorkers, won a historic election to become New York City's mayor.

We start with a federal judge's ruling on coverage for food stamp benefits this month amid a government shutdown. The Supreme Court clears way for President Donald Trump's transgender passport policy. A verdict has been reached in a lawsuit filed by a former Virginia teacher shot by her student. We'll break down the White House's deals that promise to lower prices for some weight loss drugs. Plus, the latest on a case challenging federal agents' crackdown tactics in Chicago. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

This podcast covers Fox & Friends, The Five, Special Report with Bret Baier, and then all of the primetime shows with an extra hour of election night coverage. It did NOT go well for Republican candidates in several races. This is a public episode. If you'd like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit decodingfoxnews.substack.com/subscribe

This week, we venture deep into the mist-shrouded Pacific Northwest to unearth one of the region's most haunting legends in Kwakwaka'wakw folklore — the story of Baxbakwalanuksiwe', the Man-Eater at the North End of the World.Once banned by colonial authorities and nearly lost to time, the Hamat'sa, or “Cannibal Dance,” is a ceremonial initiation that confronts humanity's darkest impulses and the mythic hunger embodied by Baxbakwalanuksiwe'. Covered in gaping mouths and crying out “hap, hap, hap” — “eat, eat, eat” — this monstrous figure stalked not just the imagination of his people, but the very limits of what it means to be human.Baxbakwalanuksiwe' stands as both a monster and a mirror — a figure embodying survival, hunger, and the uneasy boundary between the spiritual and the human. Join us as we explore how this story survived suppression, what it reveals about cultural resilience, why it remains so powerful today, and what the “Ever-More-Perfect-Manifestation-of-the-Essence-of-Humanity” might truly mean.Visit our website! Find us on Facebook, Instagram, TikTok, Patreon, & more! If you have any true crime, paranormal, or witchy stories you'd like to share with us & possibly have them read (out loud) on an episode, email us atpnwhauntsandhomicides@gmail.com or use this link. There are so many ways that you can support the show: BuyMeACoffee, Spreaker, or by leaving a rating & review on Apple Podcasts. Sources

Stupid News 11-6-2025 6am …Man Covered in Peanut Butter at Large … “I thought it was a Lion” …Just eat your Baked Beans and shut up

Send us a textMost founders are building their businesses on personal credit. This episode shows you how to flip that and fund growth the smart way.

Well folks, that's a wrap on the 2025 baseball season! The Los Angeles Dodgers have repeated as champions — but of course, you already knew that. Now, we bring you Tim Kurkjian's in-depth breakdown of the 2025 World Series between the Dodgers and the Toronto Blue Jays — and what made it the best World Series Tim has ever covered.We'll also take a look at some key On This Date moments in baseball history, including a memorable World Series finish that happened on this very day. Plus, we highlight the father of a former guest who gets a special mention, and we recognize one of you for inspiring today's “Team Tim” segment — something Tim plans to do a lot more of now that we're in the offseason.Don't go anywhere — tomorrow, you'll hear from Ken Rosenthal! Be sure to subscribe or follow wherever you get your podcasts. And even though the season's over, we've got plenty of great content planned throughout the postseason. Don't forget about The Kurkjians just because it's November! Visit GreatGameOrWhat.com to contact the show with your questions, quips and insights. Joy Pop Productions LLC Hosted by Simplecast, an AdsWizz company. See pcm.adswizz.com for information about our collection and use of personal data for advertising.

Lindsey's pregnant; former Vice President Dick Cheney dead at 84; Dodgers win the World Series; the latest on Indiana's redistricting; trial begins for man who threw sandwich at federal agent; Trump's new marble bathroom at the White House.

We start with the Trump administration's response to federal rulings ordering coverage for food stamp benefits. We have new developments on the suspects accused of planning a Halloween terror attack. We'll tell you where President Donald Trump is contemplating sending US troops and why. A Fed governor Trump said he had fired spoke publicly for the first time. Plus, Trump draws scrutiny over one of his most controversial, recent pardons. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices