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Welcome to Dev Game Club, where this week we finish our series on Deadly Premonition. We talk a bit about the main story, the life sim, how we get around and more before turning to takeaways. Dev Game Club looks at classic video games and plays through them over several episodes, providing commentary. Sections played: To Ch 21 (Tim) and only Ch 8 (Brett) Issues covered: Cry-baby Timothy, pre-show announcements, the game coming more quickly at the end, prime time television and Twin Peaks, describing an actual puzzle, the feeling of a web of connections between people both surface and hidden, the Ingram twins and their grandfather and Kaysen, dialogue with characters on their life sim paths, having the spatial awareness of the town vs not in television, you get to live in the town, the limitations of the driving model, wanting a simpler driving model, having conversation while the character is being driven instead, an unpolished gem, when time pauses vs when it will advance and keeping you unsettled, dealing with open world games with day/night cycles and running into the time problem, being unclear what other games this inspired, a different kind of mature, leaning into the quirk (and your constraints), stunt comedy, not getting enough of this sort of game, integrating the player into the town, inspirations with a twist. Games, people, and influences mentioned or discussed: Video Game History Foundation, Rocksmith, Twin Peaks, David Lynch, Mark Frost, Resident Evil, Yakuza (series), Breaking Bad, The Last of Us, Nick Offerman, Gilmore Girls, Red Dead Redemption, Assassin's Creed, L. A. Noire, Mars Attacks, GTA 3, Shenmue, Dungeons & Dragons, Tolkien, Star Wars, Alien, Blade Runner, Artimage, Cult of the Lamb, Angie Nash, Kirk Hamilton, Aaron Evers, Mark Garcia.   Next time: Discord Game Club interview with N0isses Links: N0isses Twitch channel  Pancreatic Cancer Action Network  Apply for Defeating Games Twitch: timlongojr and twinsunscorp  YouTube  Discord  DevGameClub@gmail.com 

Hi my loves — today's conversation is with the incredible MJ Renshaw, founder of The Being Method and author of How to Cry. We talk about breathwork (and why holding your breath might actually calm your anxiety), the science of stored emotions, and how unprocessed feelings can manifest in the body. MJ opens up about her own healing journey through grief, motherhood, and the intersection of spirituality and science — from intuitive children to energy, trauma, and nervous system regulation. This one is deeply human, emotional, and surprisingly grounding. Take a deep breath and join us.Produced by Dear MediaSee Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

THE FIXX - Cameras in Paris (Shuttered Room) 1982MIDNIGHT OIL - Sometimes (Diesel & Dust) 1988U2 - Rejoice (October) 1981EASTERHOUSE - Whistling in the Dark (Contenders) 1986JULIAN COPE - World Shut Your Mouth (St. Julian) 1987KIRSTY MACCOLL - Terry (Single) 1985GAME THEORY - 24 (Real Night Time) 1985R.E.M. - Moral Kiosk (Murmur) 1983O POSITIVE - Not Enough (Cloud Factory EP) 1987FIRE TWON - Where The Shadows Fall (The Good Life) 1989PRIMARY COLOURS - Talking in My Sleep (single) 1985BERLIN - Pleasure Victim (Pleasure Victim) 1982 *request*ECHO & THE BUNNYMEN - The Cutter (Single) 1983 *request*SAD LOVERS & GIANTS - Sex Without Gravity (Les Annees Vertes) 1988VISAGE - The Damned Don't Cry (single) 1982XYMOX - 7th Time (Clan of Xymox) 1985JOY DIVISION - Novelty (Transmission B-Side) 1980THE CURE - The Baby Scream (Head on the Door) 1985MODERN ENGLISH - Spinning Me Round (Richochet Days) 1984SPANDAU BALLET - The Freeze (Singles Collection) 1981DEPECHE MODE - Something To Do (Some Great Reward) 1984OMD - Native Daughters of the North West (Crush) 1985PSYCHEDELIC FURS - All That Money Wants (Single) 1986PETE SHELLEY - Telephone Operator (XL-1) 1983FRONT 242 - Operating Tracks (Geography) 1982FIELDS OF THE NEPHILIM - Moonchild (The Nephilim) 1988MODERN EON - Euthenics (Fiction Tales) 1981

In this episode, Monica chats with Kat Urban, SVP & Head of Production at R&R Partners, about her journey from starting as an aspiring copywriter to becoming an award-winning producer with over 15 years global production experience.Kat discusses her transitions within the industry, including her work on notable campaigns for brands like Adidas, Airbnb, and QuickBooks, and shares her insights into the importance of collaboration, understanding audience engagement, & the role of non-traditional advertising. She also discusses valuable strategies for working with incredible celebrity talent, (names like Ryan Reynolds, Danny Devito, & Serene Williams, to name just a few).Kat stresses the value of persistence, collaboration, and not being afraid to voice one's insights and opinions, making this episode a treasure trove of wisdom for both new and experienced professionals in the advertising and film industries. Links:Kat's SiteLVCVA Campaign - Welcome to Fabulous Las VegasAdidas World Cup 2022Quickbooks: Get Yours with Danny DeVitoIf you want a shoutout in a future episode please leave us a written review on Apple podcasts. From CRY, a Creative, Production, and Post house based in New York City. Brought to you by CRY www.filmcry.com Intro mixed by Micheal Hartman - michaelhrtmn4@gmail.com

Did you know that the dramatic events of 70 A.D., including the Roman destruction of Jerusalem, were witnessed and chronicled by the Jewish historian Josephus—yet remain largely unknown in many Christian circles? Join us as we explore with Dr. Ward Sanford, author of the Cry for Jerusalem historical fiction series, how he transforms Josephus's dense accounts into gripping novels set from 63 to 70 A.D., blending meticulous history with just enough fictional dialogue and characters to bring the first-century world to life.

MJ Renshaw is a breathwork facilitator, podcast host, author, and founder of The Being Method, a science-backed spiritual education platform that teaches students to heal and reconnect with their bodies through breathwork. After her own journey overcoming childhood trauma, MJ launched The Being Method in 2020, quickly establishing it as uniquely comprehensive, blending breathwork science, trauma-informed care, and practical business training. Her podcast, also ‘The Being Method,' explores the intersection between science and spirituality, and is ranked in the top 5% globally. Her upcoming book, How to Cry, explores the powerful science behind the emotional release of crying. With over 115,000 social media followers worldwide, MJ continues to empower practitioners and individuals, advocating for emotional authenticity, resilience, and the transformative potential of breathwork to achieve lasting healing.Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/the-trauma-therapist--5739761/support.You can learn more about what I do here:The Trauma Therapist Newsletter: celebrates the people and voices in the mental health profession. And it's free! Check it out here: https://bit.ly/4jGBeSa———If you'd like to support The Trauma Therapist Podcast and the work I do you can do that here with a monthly donation of $5, $7, or $10: Donate to The Trauma Therapist Podcast.Click here to join my email list and receive podcast updates and other news.Thank you to our Sponsors:Incogni - Use code [traumatherapist] and get 60% off annual plans: https://incogni.com/traumatherapistJane App - use code GUY1MO at https://jane.app/book_a_demoJourney Clinical - visit https://join.journeyclinical/trauma for 1 month off your membershipTherapy Wisdom - https://therapywisdom.com/jan/

It's Jamie's BIRTHDAY and Sophie's back with all the chaos, charm and (slightly questionable) singing. The pair celebrate Jamie's big day in style...from school day memories to Sophie trying out a reflexologist's rather unusual comfort position. PLUS, a very emotional psychic reading.There are birthday gifts, a heartfelt poem, and some touchingly sweet listener messages. Oh, and Jamie's still bragging about being a ‘God at sport'…obviously.And OF COURSE, we love your listener messages. Keep sending all your stories in to nearlyparents@jampotproductions.co.uk, SLIDE into our DMs @nearlyparentspodcast, or WhatsApp us your voice notes on +447735380973.Join our WhatsApp channel to stay up to date with all things NearlyParents!https://www.whatsapp.com/channel/0029VbBWFLA0bIdiVVTmU73SBook your complimentary Mamas & Papas Buying for Baby appointment: https://bit.ly/4nmL4tSDon't forget Jamie's book ‘Boys Don't Cry' is out now!Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/nearlyparentspodcast/TikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@nearlyparentsEmail: nearlyparents@jampotproductions.co.ukYouTube: https://www.youtube.com/@nearlyparentspodcast—Credits:Exec Producer: @ewannewbigginglisterProducer: Magda CassidyVideographer: @jakeji.pSocial Media: Anthony Barter Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

We'd love to hear from you! Click here to send us a text. Steve is joined by Don from the Album Nerds Podcast for a deep dive into two standout new releases — David Byrne's Who Is the Sky and Birdsong, the latest from The Blow Monkeys. Together, they explore how both artists continue to evolve while staying true to their distinctive sounds.In music news, the duo covers fresh tracks from Heaven 17, Boys Don't Cry, Depeche Mode, Men Without Hats, James and Haircut 100 — plus a nostalgic twist with a classic '80s cover from Andy Bell of Erasure. Tune in for lively discussion, sharp insights, and a celebration of the best in modern and classic new wave.David Byrne:https://whoisthesky.davidbyrne.com/The Blow Monkeyshttps://www.theblowmonkeys.com/Album Nerds Podcast:https://rss.com/podcasts/albumnerds/Support the show

A hard-hitting discussion on why every man & woman must reject Digital ID immediately to avoid total financial, travel and life control. We cover programmable money, social-credit slavery, Italy's recent strike against the EU 2026 Digital wallet mandate, the 60-day cash-only challenge at Solari.com, and why this is the hill to die on before the digital prison walls close.If you appreciate our work, and would like me to continue, please consider buying me a coffee: https://buymeacoffee.com/supportfreenzPaypal: https://www.paypal.com/ncp/payment/ALL53RLNSBRFWLinks:- The Fast-Approaching Digital Control Grid (Article): https://solari.com/the-fast-approaching-digital-control-grid-a-checklist-of-trump-administration-actions-to-date/- The Solari 60-Day Cash Challenge: https://solari.com/the-solari-60-day-cash-challenge/- Solari Shorts: https://solari.com/video-shorts/- Liberty Sentinel: https://libertysentinel.org/- The New American: https://thenewamerican.com/- "The Deer's Cry": https://youtu.be/GGHWiAGpIP0?si=Ao66DwW_NXY67HNG- The Spider's Web: Britain's Second Empire | The Secret World of Finance: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=np_ylvc8Zj8- Opening monologue: https://x.com/wideawake_media/status/1984924505706275184?s=46&t=Ybt3wmfYV-vipg0bg_PVJA- The Solari Report | Catherine Austin Fitts on X: https://x.com/solari_the- Alex Newman on X: https://x.com/ALEXNEWMAN_JOU- Andrew Bridgen on X: https://x.com/ABridgenOpening music attribution: 'The Long Dark' by Scott Buckley - released under CC-BY 4.0. www.scottbuckley.com.auAffiliates:Dioxi Care - Chlorine Dioxide based Oral Care, Skin Care & Veterinary & Wound Care: https://frontierpharm.com/?sca_ref=9717384.brQladA5pgSnoot Spray - Chlorine Dioxide based Nasal Cleaner: https://www.snootspray.com/?sca_ref=9667634.AV2NJQvGlTWide Awake Media - Freedom T-Shirts: https://wideawake.clothing/en-nz?sca_ref=9458851.1aXfjvGDqLBuy me a coffee link: https://buymeacoffee.com/supportfreenzPaypal: https://www.paypal.com/ncp/payment/ALL53RLNSBRFW

Christian College Sex Comedy: Part 20 Zane s Assembly In 30 parts, By FinalStand. Listen to the podcast at Explicit Novels.             Running into a wall is bad, having it fall on you is worse but not being missed is the worst         Since I had mastered the moment so successfully with conversation I shut the hell up and took the crowd toward my room. Halfway up the stairs I expected Jill to call out but it didn't happen. I counted myself lucky, handed out fresh t-shirts to Paris and Leigh, only to have Paige regale them for fifteen minutes about all the female swag I had in my dorm room, from female silk robes in a variety of lengths and colors to thongs and dog collars. Girls should not look at me and lick their lips; it is scary because I thought that men went to college to chase women, not the other way around. Back at the start of the year, I knew that I was such a Man-Stud that I'd pick up more than my fair share too. I now have multiple women in my life and one day soon I hope to chase one down and call her my own, provided the other women let me. "We will see you later," Leigh gave me a sexy nudge with her hip. I nodded and promptly made sure my windows were locked. They had the annoying habit of being unlocked with glowing neon signs outside that said "Kappa Sigmas enter here". This time I was ready for them. I was also on the ball enough to know that when none of the Kappa Sigmas were upset by my action, that indicated there was something going on that I was clueless about. I was hardly convinced to let my guard down by the limited conversation the three sorority sisters and I had as I escorted them out of the house and kissed them goodnight. I diverged to the dryer to warm up Paris and Leigh's shirts. I kissed Aunt Jill goodnight as well. She gave me a bemused, maternal look as I headed back to my room before my 'bed time'. I must have looked like I felt, pretty exhausted. I joined Iona and Paige in the bathroom where we went through the nightly routine before heading for bed. They stripped slowly; I crawled into bed fully clothed and was feeling rather clever with myself. "No, you don't," Paige insisted. "Zane," Iona gave an angelic smile, "you have to do what you feel comfortable with but this is a matter of trust between us." Was Iona beating me up with a variation on the argument I'd used on Vivian a few hours ago? I was definitely undecided so Iona brushed my lips with hers. "It's okay." The only thing worse than being manipulated is being manipulated with sincerity. I shucked my clothes and shot them to the foot of the bed. I took in the view of Paige and Iona stripped out of their bras, then panties. Paige even made a little game of it, shooting her panties at my head. She missed so I snatched them as they sailed past. Paige flashed me a wicked grin as I did so. "Hey, Zane," she purred. Paige put her knee on the bed, followed by the other, so that she was standing on her knees. "Hey," Iona mimicked from the other side. Together, they sensually flowed toward me and each other. When they were settled against my hip they looked down and smiled. "You both look lovely," I sighed dreamily at my slightly-built beauties. They graced me with a smile once more before looking into one another's eyes. Then they kissed, and after that they really kissed, and several steamy seconds later the girls extended their right hands to their opposite's breast. They rolled their tits beneath their palms. I would have wept at this point but it would have been unmanly. When their left hands joined in the fun I nearly lost it. Did I mention they hadn't stopped kissing yet? It was hard enough that I was intimately familiar with their bodies, head to toe. I was the first man either of them had put lips to lust with (discarding Paige's grade school fiascoes). I had licked, teased, and plucked those nipples they were now so readily fondling. I had placed them naked in bed with other women and beheld their first steps into a far more sexually dynamic life than a strict fundamental Christian life would have deposited them in. I would have continued to wax poetic on the vision above me but the horror of my decision to sleep with both their naked bodies without sex was grinding my happiness into despair. "Oh, wow," Paige giggled, "it's throbbing on his stomach." She was referring to my cock. If it had something larger than a series of nerve clusters, my cock would have been screaming at me, questioning my sanity and demanding a passionate reason I wasn't mounting them both, drilling them hard, and going back for seconds, and thirds. They both leaned down onto one arm before reclining to their sides. "Good night, Zane," Iona whispered. She kissed me on the lips, rather chastely, then rolled over so that her back was to me. She wiggled her ass tight against my thigh because, you know, I have a thing for asses. "Sweet dreams of me," Paige gave a sultry roll of the voice. She rested her head on my shoulder and languidly placed her right arm on my chest and her right leg on my groin. Her hand came to rest on the top of my sternum while her knee covered my balls and the base of my cock. My sexual organ gave her limb a sympathetic throb. Paige sighed pleasurably, enjoying the torture she was putting me through. My right arm cradled Paige and drew her tighter. She kissed my chest with a feather-light touch. My left arm draped around Iona with my wrist being poked by her left nipple (it was still aroused by Paige's attentions) while my fingers coasted along her stomach. I drummed my hand on her abdomen; Iona snuggled in deeper and gave me a delightful little murmuring noise. That was enough to send me off to sleep and I was grateful. If I hadn't been asleep I knew I was going to stick my cock into something, even if it was an electric outlet. I couldn't screw Iona and wouldn't sex up Paige because she would never let me get over having broken down and nailed her in defiance of my own word. What woman doesn't want to think her body can drive a man to forgo his honor? Again, she would never, ever let me forget it. I wasn't sure how long I'd been asleep when I heard my bedroom door open. I wasn't sure what Jill would want this late but that wasn't a problem. The first one through the door was Leigh but Paris and Ricky Frasier snuck in right behind her. I need to invest in some home defense apparatus, things like pit-traps, trip-wires, and nests of feral Chihuahuas. "Don't worry, Zane," Leigh whispered. "We are here for Paige." "Ah," I grunted. Paige stirred next to me, rolled onto her back, and smiled at the newcomers. "We won't need you tonight," Paige assured me. "This is all-girl." "I see; I need to go back to campus and spank Barbie Lynn, Opal, and Brandi's bottoms until they glow red," I growled. They had turned Paige onto the whole lesbian orgy theme. "Hold on," I begged the girls as they began stripping. I rapidly moved to the closet, pulled down two comforters and two pillows for Iona and I to use as a bed. I set things out and Iona gave me one of those sleepy, sweet, innocent smiles and joined me on the floor, a comforter as a mattress and the other as a cover. I quickly became obvious to me that the object of Leigh, Paris, Ricky's and Paige's fun wasn't to have intercourse with one another but to drive me nuts. It wasn't ego talking here; statistically, an ass, calf, or grinning head pops over the same side of bed you are on only so many times before it becomes enemy action. It was working too; I was rock hard and sleep was escaping me. Sadly, fate intervened, to my detriment. In movies you often see couples roll out of bed, say 'ow,' then go back to passionate love-making. Paris came off the bed with a squeak; me, I felt a stomach-churning pain and a soundless scream escaped my lips. Paris' knee had come straight down on my nuts and impacted them into the hardwood floor with only a thin quilt providing any absorption. Paris' playful grin and giggle turned into fear as she saw my face. "Zane?" she whispered, "Sorry?" "Zane, are you okay?" Iona inquired at my side. Paris backed off me, allowing me to wheeze and roll over in a ball facing Iona. Iona cradled me in her arms. "Zane, what's wrong?" she worried. I wasn't articulate at the moment but Paris was. "Oh, God," she gasped. "I landed on his nuts." Paige and Leigh immediately poked their heads over the bed, appearing in my peripheral vision. I heard Ricky padding around from the other side of the bed. "Damn it," Leigh moaned. "Now what are we going to do?" "How about show a little sympathy?" Iona grumped at the others. I know her heart was in the right place but pulling me tight to her bosom with a nipple resting on my upper lip didn't do my damaged genitalia any good. There was a light, coastal breeze off Madagascar calling for my cock to get hard once again and damn me if it wasn't answering. The resulting pain was describable, similar to having my testicles used by an 800 pound gorilla to sink the cue ball on a Carom billiards table. And damn if that bastard wasn't determined to get it done no matter how many attempts it took. Next time some psychopath stares me dead in the eyes and asks if I've ever prayed for death, I can match his gaze and say 'Hell yes.' "Leigh, get some ice," Paige whispered. "Paris, go to the bathroom down the hall and get some ibuprofen and salve. Iona, help me get him back on the bed." The girls hurried off quietly, for which I was thankful. I was equally thankful that Iona and Paige were so gentle in moving me off the floor and onto the bed, and yes, I hammed it up a bit. Once the rush of taking charge of events passed, Paige began to flash me guilty looks. This was definitely her plan and she'd miscalculated the body motion dynamics of three women playing sex games on a queen-sized bed. "I, I apologize," Paige admitted. "This was my fault." I was somewhat more than stunned. "Okay," I gasped. "Flesh heals but memories are forever." "That means you are going to get me for this," Paige realized. "I'd buy a seat cushion if I were you, Ms. Spanky-bottoms," I tried to joke, but the pain got in the way of my laughter. Paris padded back in with a pill bottle, a foil tube, and a glass of water. She handed the pill bottle to Paige and the water to Iona. When Paris started unscrewing the top to the salve, things became difficult. "Paris," Iona grumbled, "why do you get to put the cream on his balls? It was your knee that caused his pain." "I know," Paris whimpered, "and I want to make it up to him." Paige popped the pill cap and handed me two ibuprofen; Iona propped me up. I took the pills and she put the water to my lips. "I'll take care of it," Iona insisted. "My plan, my fault, I'll take care of it," Paige countered. "Take care of what?" Leigh panted as she slipped into my bedroom with a bowl of ice. "Massaging Zane's poor crushed nuts," Ricky murmured. "If I've hurt him permanently, I'll never forgive myself," Paris moaned piteously. Was she more afraid of my promise to get her back or the other ladies' retaliation for the maiming I'd gone through? "I said I would take care of it," Paige insisted. "No, I think I will take care of it, if no one minds," I ground out. The implication was that if they didn't let me medicate my massive melons of masculine might, I'd come after them all, in thirty or so minutes when I could freely move once again. It took me a second to realize that no one was arguing with me. "Ricky, could you please get a damp hand-towel from the bathroom," Iona requested. Ricky looked confused so Iona added, "We can't put the ice cubes directly on his scrotum unless we really do want to take him to the emergency room." "Oops, sorry," Ricky sounded embarrassed. "That makes sense. I'll be right back." When Ricky left, Paige and Iona reclined on either side of me. "Hold on," I requested. "I'd like to give Paris a hug." Iona scooted first, letting Paris crawl on all fours over my body. I gave her a kiss with as much strength as I could exert. "I," she mumbled. "We were playing a game and it was an accident. I already feel somewhat better," I assured her. "Besides, I'm pretty sure I have yet to fuck you to orgasm and that's not a challenge my cock takes lightly." Paris wept and collapsed onto my chest. I lay back, head on a pillow, so I could stroke Paris' hair. When Ricky returned I struggled around Paris to kiss her and Leigh as well. I also took the opportunity to coat my scrotum with the salve, which instantly cooled my pain, then started heating damaged parts up. Leigh applied the towel holding the ice gently to balance out the sensations. We hugged, confirmed our date for Saturday night, and parted ways. Iona, Paige, and I returned to the bed and tried to get back to sleep. This time we kept our limbs to ourselves, though we remained close. I waited a while before surrendering to my dreams. A decision was reached internally that the next time I took Iona out for a quiet weekend, I would have to make it somewhere off the beaten path, somewhere in Appalachia no doubt. Iona gave me a precious, sleepy smile as I climbed out of bed in the morning. I looked at her heavy eyes, questioning her intent, when she pulled my pillow into her chest and drifted off into slumber once more. Paige was dead to the world, undoubtedly wrapped up in the remorseless rest of the Damned. I was able to dress uninterrupted and glide downstairs to find Jill already up and puttering around. I was about to find out what she had heard last night. "Good morning, Zane. Are you feeling better?" Jill asked. "Feeling better?" I questioned. "Your, you know, down there, are you feeling better?" she clarified somewhat. I imagine my jaw dropped because she looked at me with an obvious amusement. "How did you know?" I finally responded. "Oh, Iona came to my room last night and explained the situation as well as apologizing for the disruption," Aunt Jill explained. "She's a very forthright and honest young lady, and she doesn't currently have a fianc either." "What, whoa, wait a second, Jill," I stammered. Things were going way too fast for me. "How is it you are okay with two girls sleeping in my bedroom and three more coming over when three months ago we couldn't even discuss sex at all and its only place was in the marriage bed? What happened that I missed?" "Zane," Jill sighed patiently, "when God closes one door he opens another. I had to accept that my life with Tim was over and I had to move forward with my life with you. That means I am going to get more mileage out of counseling you as opposed to dictating abstinence." "And you have this epiphany after you burn all the stuff I brought back from Thailand," I groaned. "We both did things we probably regret," she reasoned. "You've been talking to Iona, or more likely, Iona's been calling you," I began piecing it together. "After you told me about what those girls were making you do, like crawl around on your knees, I tried to get some of your classmates to tell me what was really going on," Jill related. "Iona was the only one who would talk to me and she and I have communicated pretty regularly since then," Jill finished. "She's a truly sweet girl and I think you two make a cute couple." In case you are wondering, there is no good response to that statement. "She tells me you are interested in that 'Christina' girl. She's, elegant," which was Jill's way of saying Christina wasn't a 'humble Christian girl' like Iona. Something in that train of thought made me put a few other faces to the descriptor 'elegant'. "Is that why you didn't like Mom, Dad, and, well, was Uncle Tim snobby as well, elegant?" I mused. Jill stopped looking in the fridge were she was figuring out what we'd be having for breakfast. "Yes," Jill said quietly. Tim hadn't wanted to marry Jill; he'd wanted to marry Jill's older sister, Kathryn. Jill matched herself against Mom, the free spirit, and Dad, the joker, who were both sophisticated Devil-May-Care people born of wealth and privilege. In a way, Tim was from the same background, except that he ended up arrogant and emotionally distant. Of course, Tim had to grow up with Granddad, who was a real peach, and my Dad, who was always larger than life, always doing whatever task their father put before him and always going one step beyond. Worse, Dad always had the courage to be himself. Dad was the brilliant rebel, the Prodigal Son who was always welcomed back home; Tim was the plodding workhorse. The best example of this was the first time each of them ran away from home. Tim ran away to the tree house in the backyard at the house in Wyoming. The first time Dad ran away, he ended up in Hawaii. When the FBI caught him, he was working in a Japanese restaurant, stock-piling Australian dollars, and had a map of the Great Barrier Reef. Now that I think of it, I must get my nuttiness from Dad. "Jill, I'm sorry Tim wasn't the husband you deserved," I told her softly. I rested a hand on her shoulder and she backed into me. I wrapped my arms around her from behind. "Thank you, Zane," she told me in a soft voice. She looked out of the window over the sink for a few seconds. "Do you think we should get a pool?" Jill broke the silence. Huh? "Who are you and what have you done with my Aunt Jill?" I teased her. It took a second for Jill to get it but when she did, she laughed. "Wait," she teased back, "would I be a clone, an alien, or, what were those things I heard about, oh, pod-people?" "I think you are the Pink Power Ranger," Paige snickered from my elbow where she had materialized mysteriously from the ether. Jill squeaked and spun around while I was busy putting my heart back in my chest. Jill struggled out of my arms, blushed, and went back to the fridge. "Did I interrupt something?" "Yes; my desire to live a longer life," I coughed. "Now that we have the useless pleasantries out of the way, what I really want to know is if all the equipment is in working order," Paige smirked. I thought of a smarmy reply, an angry reply, and even ignoring her, but another idea won out. "Hey, Babe," I whispered in a husky voice to Paige as I stepped into body contact with her, "it hurts a little right now but thanks for asking. I'm glad you are watching out for me." I drew a line with right hand along her collarbone and shoulder to her neck and finally circling her ear. "Oh," Paige gulped. Her eyes grew wide. "Of course, Zane. I want to watch out for you, I care." I let my arms drape around her and linked them up at the small of her back, pulling her tight to me. Paige slipped her arms beneath me and did likewise, with the added gesture of placing her ear to my chest. Iona slipped into the kitchen as she did so. She gave me a cute wave, side-stepped us, and went to help Jill. I figured from Iona's actions that she was going to keep Jill busy getting the four of us breakfast, so I took Paige's right hand in my left and led her out into the hall. As I headed for the porch in the back, someone came through the front door, attempting to be stealthy. It was Leigh; I'd clearly caught her doing something wrong. "Yes?" I questioned. She looked to Paige then back to me. "I forgot to return your keys," Leigh evaded. "What are you doing with my keys?" I sounded a bit cross. Paige squeezed my hand tightly, expressing her own tension. "Paige gave them to me to use last night," Leigh gulped. "You are hopeless as a conspirator," Paige growled at Leigh. I took a deep breath instead. I was going to have as little stress in my morning as possible. "Please give them to Iona in the kitchen, Leigh," I sighed. A quick look to Paige showed her that I wasn't angry so she didn't resist as I resumed our journey. Out on the porch I took a large, cushioned, low-swung wooden chair and sat down. "It's cold out here," Paige shivered. I responded by pulling her into my lap. It took her a moment to figure out what to do with herself. She settled on sitting sideways with her left arm over my shoulder and her head laying on top of it. It took twenty-five minutes for Iona to come out and get us. "Breakfast," Iona said. I looked at her curiously, trying to judge how she was taking the loss of the time promised to her this weekend. She winked and went back inside so I guessed everything was okay and our weekend postponed. "Do you want to go inside?" I gently inquired of Paige. "Two more minutes," she whispered. I kissed her on the head and listened to the breeze in the leaves, the birds chatting in the trees, and her breath on my neck. Slowly her head rose after the two minutes had passed and she was staring at me, or rather at the side of my head. "Yes?" I asked, as I turned and looked into her eyes. "You are so dumb," she whispered. Paige kissed me with a tenderness that bespoke a depth of passion that I had not fully realized. "I wouldn't trade this moment for anything in the world," I breathed back. "I would have been better off if I had turned away that very first day I saw you," she got around to responding. I knew she was saying that she could come up with no quick strategy for getting Christina out of the way and that perplexed her. I had to do something. "Don't forget to get that seat cushion," I joked. She seemed a bit cross, then grinned. "If I let you do something else to my bottom will you forgive me?" she teased me with a sensual ass wiggle. "Really?" I perked up. Paige wouldn't consider anal sex before now, though I was all for it. "No!" she giggled. Paige leapt off my lap and raced inside. I made a grab for Paige with no intent of ensnaring her, she was having too much fun being pursued, and pursue I did. "Help me!" Paige squealed. "Help me; he's trying to get my bottom!" So much for any sense of decorum, I sighed. Paige made it to the dining room and quickly was using Leigh as a shield. Jill looked at me quizzically while Iona gave a weary sigh and looked heavenward for guidance. "So, Leigh, are you joining us for breakfast?" I obfuscated the crisis. "Yes," Leigh hesitated. "Your Aunt Jill is thanking me for finding your keys." "If that is okay with you, Zane?" Jill demurred. Huh, and by that I mean, since when has my opinion in this household been sought or even obeyed? "If it pleases you, Jill, I wouldn't mind eating Leigh", I had a slip of the tongue, "I mean eating with Leigh." Leigh's eyes sparkled and Jill totally missed the implication (I assumed because 'eat' a girl made no sense to her sexually repressed mind.) Iona gave my arm a light slap. "Have a seat, Leigh," Jill smiled in a way I wasn't familiar with; it was almost like she was content. The resulting meal of country ham, grits, and cantaloupe was simple but satisfying. We were all hot, sweaty, and laboring for breath. Had we been in bed and undressed, the situation would have been perfect. Instead, we were in my workout room, working out. I had allowed an hour to digest our meal but now we were finishing my daily physical regimen. Paige and Leigh were on their backs, staring at the ceiling and cursing the fact that I was finishing up my final exercise. Iona was on her stomach on the mat next to me, moaning softly. I seriously considered insisting that Paige and Iona take up a sport. Leigh was another story, but I'm sure I could get Tawny, her sorority president, to get her to do something strenuous, that didn't involve me and sex. "I have given up any hope of ever fucking you to death, Leigh panted as she looked my way. "Thanks," I grinned back. "Without the help of several sisters," Leigh gasped as Paige lazily smacked her on the stomach, "to wear you down first. I don't know how Barbie Lynn can walk after those marathon sessions with you." "It usually involves screaming out to God multiple times and a long nap afterwards," Iona groaned. "So," Leigh sat up, "have either of you," "Hammered me through the sheets, and I swear I blacked out as I came," Paige boasted wearily. "Umm," Leigh purred, "good memories." Have I left the room? Should I hand out customer satisfaction surveys? "That night was fantastic, wasn't it?" Iona sighed. "Three damn orgasms I'll never forget, and then there was Rio and her devilish fingers," Leigh murmured happily. "Wait! Iona, you and Zane, Rio too?" Paige propped herself up. "He was a very gentle gentleman," Iona declared. "Oh," taunted Leigh to Iona, "I recall you doing quite a savage dance on the tip of his tongue." Iona blushed and Paige gawked. "So that three-way with you and Barbie Lynn wasn't your first time, well, what do you know?" Paige mused. "All this physical stress has me thirsty," Leigh stated. "Yes, I think a protein drink is in order," Paige agreed, and winked at me. "Oh, hell no!" I defended myself. "Me, no sex weekend, remember?" "But, Zane," Iona rolled over and batted her eyelashes at me, "it was so sweet and salty." "Iona," I nearly wept. "I apologize, Zane," Iona pouted. "I was only teasing." "I can always hope to soak up some of that sexual energy at 12:01 Sunday night," Paige sighed. "Nope, sorry, going out with Heaven Sunday night," I informed them. "Oh, pooh," Iona grumped. "She'll drain him alright." "Is Heaven really that good?" Leigh seemed curious. "Let's not have this discussion," I stood up. I was ignored of course. "Oh, he goes at her five, six, seven times a night," Iona stated. "She walks funny the next day too." "How come there is never any footage of them together?" Leigh persisted. "You would think with that much sexuality and the howling she made from our towel closet at the party that there would be something on his site." "I am not going to be part of this discussion," I repeated as I made for the door. "Now I'm taking a shower." For a group of girls who couldn't stand a minute ago, they clearly were capable of nearly killing me as they stampeded for the shower, women. Before Iona and I got in, I held her back by the arm. "Five, six, seven times, walks funny the next morning, I'm sure Heaven will like that," I whispered. "I thought a little embellishment couldn't hurt," Iona smiled with an earnestly pure face. She knew Heaven's nature and would help conceal it until Heaven decided it was no longer necessary; Iona was that kind of best friend. "Do you ever get tired picking up after my shipwrecks?" I had to ask. "Come on, Zane," Paige called from inside the shower as the water cascaded down on her and Leigh. I decided that keeping them occupied was my best bet to keep the volume down. As I pulled the curtain aside, I caught a glimpse of Iona behind me, shaking her head 'No'. Undercover  Underage Willa was waiting for Valarie and I when we arrived. She had strategically placed her bike at a break between the groups of hotel units so she could quickly duck out of sight. I had no desire to do anything stupid like get in a fight. She rested on the seat of her ride. I was following Val's advice so I pulled up some distance away and kept to the middle of the parking lot because you never knew what could come popping out a door. I approached alone, again, I didn't want to freak Willa out any more than she already was. "I've got a line on those IDs," she greeted me. I'd asked her for some fake IDs so me and some of the girls could get into clubs. "Yeah," I said deadpan, "I'm sure you did." She keyed on my mood but didn't outwardly react. How should I handle this? "Willa, you are an undercover cop," I sighed. "I don't know who you are with and I don't care. I don't want to cause you trouble, I simply want a favor." Willa rocked off her ride and took a few steps toward me. "Asshole," she growled, "that isn't funny. I ought to fucking slap you like the punk-ass bitch you are." "You won't, you are a cop and that's still assault because I'm not threatening you or threatening to blow your cover so that your life would be at risk," I related. Seeing Willa's consternation, I explained. "Valarie has been through this a time or two." "Zane, I'm not a cop and I'm not kicking your ass because you are a cute guy, but stop screwing with me," Willa changed up her defense. "Fine," I shrugged. "I'm going to have a talk with Belle. I'm sure she will believe me. I felt I owed you a chance because you are a law enforcement officer and you are risking your life for me, the general public." "Don't go to Belle," Willa reached out and put an arm on my bicep. "It doesn't matter that your idea is a load of crap; Belle will tell Deacon and then I'm screwed." "Willa, you can walk away from this situation whenever you want," I told her. "Belle can't. This is her life and I'd prefer she not die living it." "Zane, you hadn't even met her before Thursday night." she groused. "That's pretty much what I said," Valarie finally chimed in. "I'm only here because Zane doesn't know anyone else who could be relied on to keep their mouth shut." "You don't believe this crap about me being a Fed, do you?" Willa joked. "Absolutely," Valarie said without hesitation. "Zane is crazy but he's spot-on when dealing with women. Case in point: Zane took that little fluff with him to the bathroom while peeling off Rio's girlfriend, a black belt in Karate, to guard me. He knew he would get you bitches to give Rio up, though he didn't have a plan going in. If he tells me you are a cop, you are a cop." I clearly had Willa flummoxed. After a minute in silence I shook off Willa's hand and turned for my car. I stopped when I had the door open. "I'm going to see Belle at the Fallout Shelter tonight," I said. "If you do something to stop me, I'll make sure Tara knows, and while she and Belle have problems, they are twins and she won't let her sister do serious time." "I'm not confessing to anything but I think there is something you should know. Deacon Baker served with Belle's husband and brother-in-law. Her brother-in-law ran the Warlords chapter but he and his brother got caught up in an ATF sting. They wrapped up Belle's husband but before they could grab the brother, who could tie up the whole criminal enterprise, he vanished. He was last seen with Deacon," Willa explained. "Deacon didn't wait around to see if the guy would stay loyal; he removed the threat," Willa added. "If he thinks I'm a threat, he'll have me removed too." "Cry me a river," Valarie rolled her eyes. "You are sticking your nose where it doesn't belong." "I'm not a damn cop," Willa snarled. "Where are you from?" I asked Willa. I caught her off-guard but she snapped back soon enough. "Tampa Bay, Florida," she shot off. "Nope. I think you are from Wisconsin or Minnesota, it's your skin complexion and the way you roll some of your consonants off your tongue and lips," I said. Willa's eyes narrowed. Now she was pissed. "Are you going to shoot us with the 9mm at your back or help Zane out'?" Valarie sounded bored. "This is totally wrong," Willa persisted. She tried to stare me down but I could see something inside give way. "I'm not saying I am an undercover cop but if I was, what would you want?" "Give Belle as much shelter as you can. Hopefully she ends up with probation," I offered. "What is in it for me?" Willa sighed. "What can I do for you?" I answered. "Do you know who took out Deacon?" Willa inquired. "Yes," I replied. I could feel Valarie's head snap behind me and her eyes bore into the back of my head. "Who was it?" Willa increased her intensity. "I would tell you but I like living without the benefit of life support," I joked. "I'd cry bullshit, damn you, except I saw the beating they took and that scares the crap out of me," Willa grumbled. "Okay, Zane, if you ever get the chance to tell me, do so." "Deal," I agreed. "Great; we are all friends," Valarie stated sarcastically. "Now fuck his face, suck his cock, and we can get going; I have to eat dinner with my sister, Dad, and the cunt he married." "What?" I glared at Valarie. "No way!" Willa declared. "Listen, bitch, you are going to need to describe what it feels like on your tongue from the ball-sack to the tip of his cock," Valarie lectured. "I've seen a video," Willa countered. "And you are such a bang-up storyteller that the 18-year old boy genius ID'd you in two minutes, or have you missed the last ten minutes of your life?" Valarie mocked her. "He seems to be the exception," Willa noted. "The average girl that attracts Zane's attention can do calculus in her head, and the one who can't is his family," Valarie responded. "Now consider his interest in Belle; she's probably a poor girl raised in a college town. That means she could have gone to college but was already soured on the whole establishment idea by a string of college fuck wads. Her sister went on to become a Law-dog that busts UV assholes all day long; Belle became an ass-kicker who flaunts her body at a bar frequented by the very higher education types that screwed with her in high school," Valarie continued. I wasn't sure how much of this Val was fabricating but it didn't matter. "Now she dangles her forbidden fruit in front of them, yet none ever get a taste, am I wrong?" Valarie queried. "You see an outlaw biker and think they are too lazy or stupid to get a real job. I see someone who wants to do their own damn thing, you don't fuck with us and we don't fuck with you." "Belle is smarter than you think she is, Willa, or whoever you are. If you don't think you are fucked yet, consider this: When was the last time Belle gave a college guy the time of day, much less walked one out of a beat-down dictated by her chapter president?" Valarie smirked. "Zane had me fighting side-by-side with him against half of the FFU faculty and students so I can attest to his peculiar form of magic." "Fuck," Willa growled. "Now, get on your knees and blow him so we can all go about our business," Valarie rumbled back. "I'm still in the midst of a no-sex weekend so I'm going to say 'No'," I intervened. "Can't we just shake and part as friends?" Willa tried. "At least kiss him," Valarie suggested. "Val, stop it. We have some level of understanding and that's good enough for now," I told her. I was checking on Valarie's okay so I only saw Willa's closure at the last moment. One look into her eyes told me she was deceiving herself that this was going to be a quick kiss to get it over with. Our lips met and my hands found their way to her hips. I pulled her to me without trapping her. A few seconds later she broke the kiss. I could read the confusion in her eyes. Her plan was to do it and be done but her impulse was to come back again. She kissed me again but his time, her tongue caressed my lips and I let it slip in. After that, I really couldn't stop myself from kissing her back intensely. Soon my lips wandered to her cheeks, chin, and neck before nibbling on an ear until she moaned and thrust up against my body. "Ugh, ah, fuck," Willa moaned. "It has been too damn long." I rotated us around, pressing Willa's back against my car. I lowered my body down Willa's, nibbling and tickling with my tongue as I did so until I was chewing on the top of her low-cut t-shirt. "You are not happily married, are you?" I inquired between a tongue stroke and some suction. "Umm, ah, no." she replied. "Why do you ask?" "I don't want you to do something you'll regret," I answered before working my way back up her throat. Willa lolled her head back, extending her throat for my attention. "Nope," she gulped with sexual tension, "no one at all." That was my cue to work with both hands to pull her shirt out of her jeans. That done, I let my fingers roam under the shirt and caress the flesh of her stomach. "Oh, stop that, no, wait, don't stop, yessss," Willa moaned. When her shirt was high enough, I began working over her tender flesh. She was clearly getting into it but I wanted more from her. I popped the button on her jeans and unzipped them. Willa's underwear was appropriately lacy. I pulled the panties down as I peeled the jeans open until I could make out her finely trimmed landing strip. I kissed along the line from her cunt fur to her hip bringing forth a hearty moan of pleasurable release. My fingers made small circles back to her ass, squeezing both cheeks and rubbing them together. Willa was stroking the top of my head and lightly yanking on my hair. I took that to be a positive endorsement of my efforts so far. When I started back up her body, Willa spread her legs wide apart and coaxed me along. I got to the base of her bra; I could sense her nervousness so I stopped pushing up her shirt there and went back to her shoulder. I had just made it back to Willa's lips when Valarie cleared her throat. "Excuse me, but I do have somewhere else to be," Valarie teased us. Willa had to reorient herself. The look she gave me was somewhat accusatory but happily, it transformed into some level of understanding. "Damn, you are sexy," she purred. She rested her elbows on my shoulders and looked me over with sensuality on her lips. "I mean, you really are sexy and I want to do this again, and we didn't even have sex yet," Willa grinned. "What makes you think we are going to have sex? Don't we have a professional relationship?" I mused. Willa reacted by putting more pressure on my shoulders, then hopping up so she could put her legs around my waist. "I kinda-sorta owe you," she gave me a wicked look. "Besides, you might like it." I had to dissuade her somehow; my life had far too many complications to get this close to the Warlords right now. "I don't know, Willa. I like lots and lots of anal sex," I cautioned her. I figured that would buy me some space. "Oh," she grunted, "I love it. A big cock like yours would feel fantastic in my ass," she added with a deep pant. Wow, that backfired spectacularly. Maybe I should inform her that I've been called needle cock by women who know me well. To add insult to injury, Valarie broke out in uproarious laughter. "There you go, Tiger," Val chuckled. "That will keep her in her place. It just so happens her place is face down and ass up with you riding roundup." Willa took a deep breath, then dismounted me. She patted me on the chest and gave me one final kiss. "We need to be going," she sighed. "I'll make sure to stay in touch." Valarie and I waited behind as Willa got on her ride and drove away. Only then did Valarie give me one last jibe herself. "Dude, I swear your lips are dusted with cocaine because I've never seen women act so nuts around a normal guy," she teased. "Are you saying I'm abnormal?" I shot back. "Ha," she laughed. "I'm calling it like I see it. I'd caution you about a girl and handcuffs but you have six sets that I know of so all I can advise is dodging when they shoot at you and lawyer up the moment they read you your rights, and I'm gone." Her bike roared to life and she peeled out, leaving me to contemplate what further screw-ups I'd added to my life. Girls, all I can say in any of our defenses is that none of us had been to a college block party except Rio, and we were dumb enough to listen to her advice on what to wear and what it would be like. We didn't even know how screwed we were until we arrived at the party destination and by then, it was too late. My only excuse was that Vivian had sworn Rio and Mercy had behaved themselves last night. Of course, first we had to get the clothes we were going to wear. The salesgirls eyed us with a devilish curiosity when we filed into the chic women's boutique, the only one in town. I was getting away with jeans and a red t-shirt from a local band called "Confetti". According to Rio, girls had to dress 'rough and ready', which translated to tight leather pants, shot boots, and either halter tops or sleeveless shirts. In retrospect, I should have known that when the salesgirls began regarding me as a pimp, I'd fucked up royally. "What do you think?" Barbie Lynn came flouncing over to where I was sitting, showing off her bright yellow halter top (that wasn't much into halting anything) and buckskin pants with the prerequisite frills along the outside of each leg. "Don't those things come with a bra?" I gulped. On the grave of my Viking ancestors, I swear those two orbs were just, right there, free and mouth-wateringly delicious. "What?" Barbie pouted. "Don't you like them?" she leaned forward, pressed her boobs together, and wiggled them in front of me. "Best ever," I panted. Barbie Lynn glowed at that declaration, then turned around and presented her ass mere inches from my face. "Better than this?" she taunted. "Ah!" I cried out; my pledge was in immoral danger. I tried to get out of my chair by brushing by her tush but only managed to flip the chair over on its side with me still in it. Eyes tracked me as I struggled to stand. "It has the Zane seal of approval," Barbie Lynn addressed the room. "I'll take it." "Wait! Zane? The Zane?" One of the salesgirls inquired. Multiple girls nodded. "That would make you the girl in the shower," she directed to Barbie Lynn. "Sure thing," Barbie Lynn boasted. "You've got, stamina," the other girl blushed, "both of you." "That's where I've seen all of you before," the first girl said as she put it all together. "Except you," she pointed at Vivian. "Honestly, I was suspicious it was a porn hoax. I mean, what kind of guy scores that many hot babes?" "Umm," Rio patted Mercy's bottom, "we're hot babes." "Are you two really, actually, the second girl stammered to Rio. "You do those things?" "Do you mean is she my bitch toy? Then yes, she is," Rio answered smugly. "Mercy, lift your top." Mercy paled, gulped, but did as requested. Rio put her arms around Mercy's midsection and pulled her close, latching onto a nipple as they came together. "No!" Vivian shouted. "There will be no public displays of pornography." Rio made a lip-smacking noise as her lips released Mercy's breast. Mercy kept her shirt raised as Rio looked back to the salesgirl. "Satisfied?" Rio gloated. The girl nodded in stunned amazement and Vivian coughed as a reminder. "Mercy, you can lower your shirt now," Rio added without even looking at Mercy. "Wow, this is so weird." The first girl shook her head, then that light came on and she looked at me with amazement and amusement. "You are trying for your 'No Sex' weekend? Well, if we can't get you laid before this weekend, we aren't selling you the right clothes." "I'm counting on it," Paige smirked. Her choice was a slick black bustier and leather pants that laced up on the side. In fact, they were more lacing on the sides and less leather. I'm not saying she looked bad; I merely vowed to get a few pictures of her in the outfit for my spank bank collection, not that I have any realistic hope of spanking the monkey anytime soon. Whoa, are women I don't even know now ganging up on me? What the hell? Adelaide and Ginger, our two salesgirls, went all out to get the ladies the skimpiest outfits allowed by law. I didn't mention the occasion because that would make me feel bad about not inviting them. "So, what are you getting all dressed up, or down for?" Ginger asked innocently enough. "Oh, there is a college-student-only bloc party tonight. Zane got an invite and he's sneaking us in with him," Iona responded with the naivet of a girl who had nil knowledge of social networking or class distinction. "Oh," Ginger muttered, and cast a sideways glance to Adelaide before looking at me. "Well, Addie's husband doesn't like doing that kind of stuff," she said lamely, "and Finn, my boyfriend, has to work late anyway." She was giving me an out and I wanted to take it. Somehow this seemed to be one too many times sticking out my neck foolishly. I'd already bent my invitation by inviting my FFU crowd. I then told myself that I'd double back and invite them, on the sly. I recalled the little discussion Valarie had with Willa only a few hours ago. Yes, I could act like your standard college cock and tell the townies it was okay to come in the back door. If I did that, I could only pray Rio punched me in the face. I'd say 'kick me in the nuts' but I clearly didn't have any. "Ginger and Adelaide, we are gathering by the water tower around 9:45 before we head to the spot," I told her. "You and your guys join us there and we'll go in as a group. It is the warehouse on Hammond Street and the word is 'Comet', in case you show up later." "Oh, I'm not sure we can make it," Adelaide responded. What she was also saying was 'are you sure you know what you are doing?' "There is one condition," I added. Now the two salesgirls were suspicious. "You have to dress like the rest of them do," I motioned to my girls. "You sold these ladies these clothes so it is only fair you dress similarly." Now the two exhaled, then smiled and groaned playfully. They could hardly say no after the money they'd taken from me, my credit card, actually. If I carried that much cash and a cop searched me, I'd mistake me for a drug dealer too. "We'll see what we can do," Ginger evaded. "Oh, that won't be a problem," Opal chimed in. "Go around the store and pick out what you want; Zane will pay for it." "For the love of God, would you stop spending my money? You are as bad as Rio," I griped. "Who is trying to be worse to you than I am?" Rio sounded both offended and up to the challenge of making me even more miserable than I was. "Oh, come on, Zane," Brandi complained. "You are a gazillionaire." "You've been listening to Rio," I shot back and glared Rio's way. "It was Mercy who told me that," Brandi corrected me. I shifted my gaze to Mercy, as did Rio. "We'll talk when we get outside," Rio cautioned Mercy, who seemed decidedly uneasy. I had to hand it to Ginger and Adelaide; for ten minutes they showed constraint, and then they went bonkers. I really don't think a woman can wear a pink gossamer scarf wrapped around her chest and call it clothing but Ginger was giving it a shot. Ginger had a small chest - 32A, but her nipples were works of art. I couldn't keep quiet about them. "Ginger, if your boyfriend lets you walk around in your domicile with a top on, he's committing crimes against the male and female, worship of the female form," I blathered. Ginger blinked, and then blushed before grinning at me wickedly. "Yes?" she prodded me. I took that as an invitation to walk up, bend at the waist until I was at eye level with her chest. Her nipples swelled under my scrutiny. "Zane, if you lick or bite them, I will stomp on your foot and break some toes," Vivian warned me. I was, in my estimation, good. I leaned forward a few more inches until I could blow forcefully upon each nipple. Ginger rolled forward on the tip of her toes, thrusting her chest forward, but I retreated just in time. She fell back and I pursued with long, continuous breaths this time. Her nipples didn't come out and say 'Hi', they launched rescue flares and lit bonfires on the beaches of my desire. Ginger was moaning and whimpering as she kept trying to force physical contact while I kept frustrating her. Her thighs were working back and forth as her cunt began burning her up. "Ginger," Adelaide worried, "what about Finn?" "I know," pleaded Ginger, "but you've seen the cock on this guy and he's driving me crazy-horny, and he hasn't even touched me yet." "Friends," Adelaide insistently reminded Ginger. "All his friends are here and watching." "I'll be her friend," Brandi volunteered, though Opal hooked her waist before she could show everyone how much of a friend she wanted to be. "Oh, we don't mind," Rio remarked. "Most nights with Zane are a learning experience for all of us." "I mind," grumbled Paige. "Paige, honey, he always comes home to us," Barbie Lynn reassured Paige. "Besides, we know where he's sleeping tonight and who will be with him," Iona added. "Fine, okay," Paige decided. "Zane," she beckoned me with a 'come hither' finger curl. "Sorry, Paige," I quickly responded between puffs of air on Ginger's nipples, "I'm busy." "Zane," Paige warned me. "Paige, not now," I grumped. "Zane!" Paige became more insistent. I didn't respond so what she said next was inevitable. "Zane, bouncy, bouncy." My groan was fueled by stymied lust; I stood up and walked over to Paige. Once I was in front of her, I used both hands to brush Paige's hair off her shoulder blades. I brought my hands together at the back of her head, wrapping my left hand in her ponytail while dropping my right down her side before snaking it to the small of her back. I pulled the hair back gently, tilting her head up as I pressed my hand on the small of her back until we were rubbing against one another. I leaned in for a slow, intensive kiss which Paige intercepted by standing on her toes. Our kiss was a see-saw affair that saw our tongues roll together and our lips shifting from lingering touch to gentle caress that lasted over a minute. "What are they doing? Or more like it, what is she doing to him to make him do that?" Adelaide quizzed the ladies. "Oh, that's a game they play," Rio explained. "He pretends she's a witch who has put a spell on him and she pretends she's going to be the first Mrs. Zane Braxton." "Say those words and Zane will perform any sexual act on you that you desire," Barbie Lynn teased. "No, it doesn't work like that," Iona got out right before Ginger interrupted. "Zane, bouncy, bouncy," Ginger demanded. That earned a round of chuckles. "Sorry, I tried that too," Brandi admitted. "Apparently each girl has to find her own command phrase." "Are you okay now?" I whispered to Paige. I really had to deal with these girls going wacky around me; we had things to do before the party started. "You are worth every gold doubloon I've spent on you," she smiled back. "Um, I'm the one spending money on you," I corrected her. Paige turned half-way around, bumped me with her hip, and wiggled her ass. "As I said, you are worth every coin," she winked. Hardy-har-har. "Okay, friends and acquaintances, let's finish with our purchases," I commanded. "We've still got some ground to cover before tonight." "What else do we have to do?" groaned Vivian. "I'm getting Mercy tattooed," Rio grinned with a dire mirth. "I want a design right above the ass, both subtle and understated; I don't know if I'm going with '1-800-HoT-SLuT' or 'Nothing Under 6 inches Allowed." "No, you are not!" growled Vivian. "No way, no how. Zane?" "Vivian, Rio is yanking your chain," I calmed my guardian. "You have to understand that Rio wouldn't put anything on Mercy that she wouldn't wear herself. She definitely wouldn't put something on Mercy that Mercy couldn't live with; trust me on that." "That's right, Viv," Rio chortled. "I can't tell you how many times I've regretted having 'Eat at the Clam Shack' tattooed right below the beltway." "You don't have a tattoo there!" Vivian countered. "Someone's been peeking," Rio skewered Vivian with a shark-like grin. Iona shook her head and walked up to Vivian, presenting her phone. "Here is the design they've chosen," Iona explained. It was an intricate weaving of lines and shadows I'd been shown once before. "See, in this end is Songs of Solomon 2:16 and on the other end is a Chi Rho woven into the greater design. It clearly has Christian imagery," Iona explained. "It's" Vivian sounded surprised, "actually rather, nice looking." "What's Songs of Solomon 2:16?" Ginger inquired. "'My lover is mine and I am', it should say 'his' but I think in this case it is 'hers'," I answered. "That's sweet," Adelaide said. "You can bet it was Mercy's choice, then," Opal smirked. "No, it was Rio's idea,&quo

2 straight BIG BBs in a row! @FPLUSABrian recaps his 73 point BB9 with @FPLUSABux and their early family Halloween costumes. Then they wane about a spooky GW filled with players who ghosted on the pitch as the attackers came up with zilch! They preview some of the top matches in GW10 before answering #FPLCommunity questions on CRY, FWDs, & more.Apologies for the some slight tech difficulties on this one!

Join us for a message from Pastor Jason on Sunday October 26th, 2025, entitled Cry of Salvation from Matthew 12:25-30.For more information about our church visit us on our website, our Facebook page, and our YouTube.Support the show

Proverbs 2:1-8 NLTMy child, listen to what I say, and treasure my commands. Tune your ears to wisdom, and concentrate on understanding. Cry out for insight, and ask for understanding. Search for them as you would for silver; seek them like hidden treasures.  Then you will understand what it means to fear the Lord, and you will gain knowledge of God. For the Lord grants wisdom! From his mouth come knowledge and understanding. He grants a treasure of common sense to the honest. He is a shield to those who walk with integrity. He guards the paths of the just and protects those who are faithful to him.As we look around in our culture today, it's getting harder and harder to find those who truly treasure God's commands, those who seek them like hidden treasures.Let me ask you … do you want to gain the knowledge of God? Would you like a treasure of common sense and to have your integrity be like a shield to protect your life? For your path to be guarded and your life protected?Let's personalize Solomon's words for us today, as our declaration:I WILL listen to what You say, and WILL treasure Your commands. I WILL tune my ears to wisdom, and WILL concentrate on understanding. I WILL cry out for insight, and ask for understanding. I WILL search for them as I would for silver; seek them like hidden treasures.  Then I will understand what it means to fear the Lord, and I will gain knowledge of God. For the Lord grants me wisdom! From his mouth come knowledge and understanding. He grants a treasure of common sense to me as I am honest. He is a shield to me as I walk with integrity. He guards my path to be just and protects me as I am faithful to him. (Proverbs 2:1-8 NLT)Gods wisdom is the only treasure worth seeking. Treasure available to us freely, upon asking. Relying on our understanding is futile when living a committed life in Christ. What is one area of your life that you can bring before the Lord today and ask for His wisdom to guide you?Let's pray together: “Father, guide me to align my life priorities with You and Your ways and Your will. Take my life, all I have and don't have, all I want and all I need and help me to seek You as my Treasure to find contentment and satisfaction in my life. As above, so below.”

In this episode, we're talking about something really important - crying!

Welcome back, everyone, for the conclusion of my interview with Army Veteran, former Wichita Police Officer, Stuntman, Actor, DJ, Standup Comic, and Author Duane Michaels. Duane is focusing his energy these days on making it as an actor in Hollywood, along with writing his most recent book, Cop Ink: Donuts, Decapitation & Dumpster Sex. Real Calls That Will Make You Laugh, Cry & Gasp! I’m so glad I got the chance to chat with Duane and learn about his law enforcement career and his book, and his acting career! Please enjoy my conversation with Duane Michaels. In today’s episode, we discuss: ·      Why he wrote Cop Ink: Donuts, Decapitation & Dumpster Sex. Real Calls That Will Make You Laugh, Cry & Gasp. ·      The dog poop story. ·      Commandeering a pizza delivery car chasing a suspect. ·      Bringing his mom along on a ride along. · Accidentally blowing up someone's ashes. ·      Breaking his back in five places and how he recovered. ·      Witnessing pure evil and losing faith in humanity. ·      The changes in law enforcement throughout the years. ·      Duane’s path to Hollywood. ·      His advice for rookie actors trying to make it big. ·      The heartwarming roller rink story.      Check out Duane's book Cop Ink: Donuts, Decapitation & Dumpster Sex. Real Calls That Will Make You Laugh, Cry & Gasp!       Check out the new Cops and Writers YouTube channel! Check out my newest book, The Good Collar (Michael Quinn Vigilante Justice Series Book 1)!!!!! Enjoy the Cops and Writers book series. Please visit the Cops and Writers website.    

Special podcast saluting the late June Lockhart, who passed away on October 23 at the age of 100.First, an episode of Suspense, originally broadcast March 24, 1957, 68 years ago, Shooting Star.  An aging movie star enacts a strange revenge on the mogul who refuses to renew her contract. Hans Conried, Joe DeSantis, Ellen Morgan, Shep Menken and Dick Crenna.Next, Cavalcade of America, originally broadcast February 14, 1944, 81 years ago, GI Valentine.  Frances Langford sings Please Don't Cry, and recalls her U.S.O. tour to Alaska, England, and North Africa with Bob Hope (who doesn't appear on the show).  Followed by another episode of Cavalcade of America, originally broadcast December 8, 1947,  78 years ago, Diamonds in the Sky.   A dramatized incident in the life of Maria Mitchell, the famous woman astronomer/scientist from Vassar. The episode not only features June Lockhart, but also her acting parents Gene and Kathleen.  Finally the Sears Radio Theater, originally broadcast June 14, 1979, 46 years ago, A Piece of Flesh.  June Lockhart stars as a secretary searching for a producer to bring back his classic films to television.   It turns out he's fallen on hard times.Thanks to our friends at Sperdvac for their support and assistance.  Find them at http://sperdvac.com Thanks to everyone for supporting our podcast by using the Buy Me a Coffee function at http://classicradio.streamCheck out Professor Bees Digestive Aid at profbees.com and use my promo code WYATT to save 10% when you order! If you like what we do here, visit our friend Jay at http://radio.macinmind.com for great old-time radio shows 24 hours a day

Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander listeners are advised that the following program contains references to colonial violence. If you need to speak to someone about the issues covered in the show, you can contact:13 YARN on 13 92 76 - a dedicated 24/7 national crisis support line for Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander PeoplesYarning Safe'n'Strong on 1800 959 563 - a free and confidential 24-hour counselling service for all Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander PeoplesOn this week's episode we bring you audio from the ‘Cry for Truth and Justice' rally that took place on Sunday 19th October in Djilang/Geelong on the lands of the Wadawurrung people. Organised by Be Tru, a group of First Nations Peoples and non-Indigenous members, this rally and march aimed to unite the community in declaring a firm NO to racism, and coincided with other anti-racism protests that took place across the state. Today we're going to hear from Corrina Eccles, Julie Saylor-Briggs, Aunty Annie Nicholson, Aunty Wendy Brabham and Irith Williams.Thank you to Amy Ciara from 3CR's Kill Your Lawn and Kick Your Fence for the recordings.

Iron Man in the Sheets, Old man in the streets. I Don't Like Being Stabbed By Figurineeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeees! Potato Adjacent. Yokel Kryptonite! 20 Year Old Smell. Sounds Like A Skill Issue. Teslas Run on Fartgas. Sending Brian the Stiffy board. 1900-CRY-ABOUT-IT. Less Fred, Better Game. Traffic and weather on the ones: at 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, and 19. I love a good Cuban. L2P Noob!! Cry harder for 3 bucks a minute. Y'ever Lose Your Pass Key with Tom and more on this episode of The Morning Stream. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Iron Man in the Sheets, Old man in the streets. I Don't Like Being Stabbed By Figurineeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeees! Potato Adjacent. Yokel Kryptonite! 20 Year Old Smell. Sounds Like A Skill Issue. Teslas Run on Fartgas. Sending Brian the Stiffy board. 1900-CRY-ABOUT-IT. Less Fred, Better Game. Traffic and weather on the ones: at 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, and 19. I love a good Cuban. L2P Noob!! Cry harder for 3 bucks a minute. Y'ever Lose Your Pass Key with Tom and more on this episode of The Morning Stream. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

A Yale college professor (Oscar-winner Julia Roberts) finds herself at a personal and professional crossroads when a star pupil (Emmy-winner Ayo Edibri) levels an accusation against one of her colleagues (Oscar-nominated Andrew Garfield) and a dark secret from her own past threatens to come to light.  Directed by Oscar-nominee Luca Guadagnino (Call Me By Your Name, Challengers, Suspiria), this tense workplace drama also touches on many current hot-button issues and co-stars Emmy-nominee Michael Stuhlbarg (A Serious Man, The Shape of Water) and Oscar-nominee Chloe Sevigny (Boy's Don't Cry, The Last Days of Disco).  Host: Geoff GershonEdited By Ella GershonProducer: Marlene GershonSend us a textSupport the showhttps://livingforthecinema.com/Facebook:https://www.facebook.com/Living-for-the-Cinema-Podcast-101167838847578Instagram:https://www.instagram.com/livingforthecinema/Letterboxd:https://letterboxd.com/Living4Cinema/

Join us for a message from Pastor Jason on Sunday October 19th, 2025, entitled Cry of Salvation from Matthew 7:20-27.For more information about our church visit us on our website, our Facebook page, and our YouTube.Support the show

Joe Marler is a former England rugby player and currently on Celebrity Traitors who spent fifteen years as one of the sport's biggest personalities, both on and off the pitch. He's described himself as a bully who battled through a rocky career… and maybe that's true. But what really stands out to me is how openly Joe now talks about his mental health and how passionate he is about encouraging other men to do the same.Talking about your feelings can be really hard - it's something I've found tough over the years too. But hearing someone like Joe, a proper “man's man” speak so vulnerably is really refreshing.Today's episode we cover:•⁠ ⁠Tackling toxic masculinity in rugby - learning that he didn't need to be the alpha male all the time•⁠ ⁠Why he thought quitting rugby would fix his depression•⁠ ⁠How Joe has used his big personality for both good and evil•⁠ ⁠His relationship with his wife Daisy who he credits with saving his life•⁠ ⁠Why filming Celebrity Traitors was the most insane & best experience he's ever hadJoe inspires me to be more open with my male friends. And to reach out, because you never know when someone is struggling… This conversation will make you laugh, make you think and hopefully encourage you to talk to your friends. Joe Marler is Great Company.I've got a new book coming out, Boys Don't Cry which you can pre-order here: boysdontcry.co.uk If you enjoyed the show, you can also follow us: Instagram- @greatcompanypodcastTikTok - @greatcompanypodcast And if you've got thoughts, questions and comments, you can email us at: greatcompany@jampotproductions.co.uk THE CREDITS Exec Producer: Jemima Rathbone Producer: Helen BurkeEditor: Dan KingAssistant Producer: Rhoda Abrokwa Video: Jake Ji & Josh BennettAudio: Rafi Amsili Social Media: Laura Coughlan- Great Company is an original podcast from JamPot Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Broadcaster and entrepreneur Jamie Laing had big fears about having kids... and yet he's about to become a dad any day now.In this chat with Fearne, Jamie's honest about the pros and cons he deliberated over before deciding to have children. He talks through how his parents' divorce expanded his world in beautiful ways, as well as why he chose to re-kindle his relationship with his dad as an adult.Jamie also talks for the first time about his body image and eating disorder. Given Fearne has been through her own experience of bulimia, Jamie looks to her for advice on how to break free from the shame that's gripped him for much of his life.Jamie can now say he genuinely likes himself, but explains how throughout his teens and twenties he felt a real need to be popular, liked, and validated by others. How did he learn to cultivate self-compassion in his thirties? And what does he reckon is the best way to get men to open up to their mates?Jamie's book, Boys Don't Cry, is out now.If you liked this episode of Happy Place, you might also like:Erling KaggeEmily EnglishBen West Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

If there's one question I've been getting a lot from couples lately, it's how to handle all the emotions that come up on your wedding day. Between the joy, the nerves, the deep sense of meaning and connection, it's a day that's bound to move you.. sometimes to happy tears.With so many of you asking how to stay present without completely breaking down into an ugly cry, I thought it was the perfect time to revisit one of the most-loved episodes from the Unbridely Podcast.Originally recorded back in 2022, this encore of “7 Strategies to Not Cry on Your Wedding Day” shares some simple, practical, and heartfelt advice to help you feel everything — without totally losing it in front of your guests (and ruining your makeup artist's work too).Whether you're newly engaged or counting down the days to your wedding, these tips are here to help you stay grounded, centred, and fully present for one of the biggest moments of your life.Support the showFollow us on Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/unbridely/or TikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@unbridelyEmail the Unbridely Podcast:hello@unbridely.com

Welcome to your weekly dose of Hope & Healing w/ me, Clifford Mack ✨This new weekly blog focuses on fostering hope and healing for women seeking community. This initiative aligns with the podcast's mission of educating and healing through authentic conversations and personal stories, emphasizing self-compassion and women's empowerment. Remember, healing is not linear. Cry it out, release it, and do your best to show up for yourself in the midst of the shift. You're NOT alone. Your mind will heal when your heart does. But it takes time. ❤️‍

The Widow's Cry

“The One Who Answers the Cry” – Part 3, based on 1 Corinthians 1:18-25, given by Pastor Ryan Landt on October 19, 2025 at Cornerstone Church. Continue reading The post The One Who Answers the Cry – Part 3 first appeared on Cornerstone Church.

Welcome everyone to part one of my interview with Army Veteran, former Wichita Police Officer, Stuntman, Actor, DJ, Standup Comic, and Author Duane Michaels. Judging by how many things Duane has done and is doing, one episode wouldn’t have done him justice. Duane is focusing his energy these days on making it as an actor in Hollywood, along with writing his most recent book, Cop Ink: Donuts, Decapitation & Dumpster Sex. Real Calls That Will Make You Laugh, Cry & Gasp! This interview is focused on his career in law enforcement and his early days in the military and other pursuits. We get into his most excellent book and his acting career next Sunday! In today’s episode, we discuss: ·      Where Duane grew up. ·      Duane’s interesting first encounter with law enforcement. ·      Being an M.P. in the army in Bosnia and Korea. ·      Being a DJ and stand-up comic. ·      How being a stand-up comic and DJ prepared him for a career in law enforcement. ·      Joining the Wichita Police Department. ·      Breaking his back in five places while going down a flight of stairs on the job. ·      Duane’s favorite/least favorite part of the job. ·      Duane remembers the first time he drove out of the parking lot of the police station solo. ·      What was it like to retire? How difficult was it? ·      I loved his book, Cop Ink: Donuts, Decapitation & Dumpster Sex. Real Calls That Will Make You Laugh, Cry & Gasp! Is there going to be a second book? ·      Cops contacting him, saying that they have had similar stories.   All of this and more on today’s episode of the Cops and Writers podcast.   Check out Duane's book Cop Ink: Donuts, Decapitation & Dumpster Sex. Real Calls That Will Make You Laugh, Cry & Gasp! Check out the new Cops and Writers YouTube channel! Check out my newest book, The Good Collar (Michael Quinn Vigilante Justice Series Book 1)!!!!! Enjoy the Cops and Writers book series. Please visit the Cops and Writers website.    

It's Sophie's birthday, and Jamie's throwing her the ultimate bash! Joining the chaos are none other than the iconic GK Barry and Ella Rutherford. Expect surprises, ridiculous gifts, and maybe even a visit from Paul Wesley

From Envy to Equity: The Fear of Yahuah Restores the Heart and the Earth | Psalms 73–75 Torah Teaching---Shalom family,This week's Shabbat Torah teaching walks through Tehillim (Psalms) 73–75, where Asaph shows us how the Fear of Yahuah purifies the heart, rebuilds the sanctuary, and restores equity in the earth.

¡Vótame en los Premios iVoox 2025! Los lobos no lloran (Wolves Don't Cry) es un relato de hombres lobo del escritor norteamericano Bruce Elliott (1914-1973), publicado originalmente en la edición de abril de 1954 EN la revista The Magazine of Fantasy and Science Fiction, y luego reeditado en la antología de 1988: El monstruoso libro de los monstruos (The Monster Book Of Monsters). Análisis de: El Espejo Gótico https://elespejogotico.blogspot.com/2025/09/los-lobos-no-lloran-bruce-elliott.html Texto del relato extraído de: https://elespejogotico.blogspot.com/2025/09/los-lobos-no-lloran-bruce-elliott.html Musicas: - 01. Mind Tricks - Experia (Epidemic) - 02. Dark Music - The Sealed Kingdom (Epidemic) Nota: Este audio no se realiza con fines comerciales ni lucrativos. Es de difusión enteramente gratuita e intenta dar a conocer tanto a los escritores de los relatos y cuentos como a los autores de las músicas. ¿Quieres anunciarte en este podcast? Hazlo con advoices.com/podcast/ivoox/352537 Los lobos no lloran, uno de los mejores cuentos de Bruce Elliott, presenta un enfoque original sobre el tema de la licantropía. De hecho, desarma y reconstruye esta leyenda de un modo asombroso. SPOILER El protagonista es un lobo que se transforma en humano. Al despertar en su jaula, descubre su nuevo cuerpo, y el personal del zoológico lo confunde con un loco o un borracho que entró a pasar la noche en la jaula, dejando escapar al lobo. Desconcertado, Lobo [así lo había llamado la gente del zoológico] descubre que no puede aullar, que su olfato se ha debilitado enormemente [para colmo, ahora su nariz está lejos del suelo] y puede ver colores que antes no percibía. Lobo es trasladado a un hospital psiquiátrico. Es encerrado en una celda [con barrotes, como su jaula en el zoológico] y obligado a diversas cuestiones que considera indignas: usar ropa, comer una papilla insípida en lugar de carne, caminar sobre sus patas traseras y seguir nuevas normas sociales. Sin embargo, lo peor de todo es que Lobo extraña a su hembra, su olor, y a sus cachorros. A pesar de su incomodidad, Lobo se adapta al nuevo entorno y aprende a comportarse como un humano, incluso adquiere cierto manejo de los extraños sonidos que emiten los bípedos y empieza a comunicarse con ellos. Lo más sorprendente es que aprende a llorar, algo que los lobos son incapaces de hacer. Al salir del hospital, Lobo asiste a un cine y ve una película de hombres lobo donde el protagonista examina un libro que describe cómo un ser humano puede convertirse en lobo a través de un ritual, que debe realizarse con un cinturón de piel humana. Bruce Elliott no lo menciona específicamente, pero se trata del libro de Sabine Baring-Gould de 1865: El libro de los hombres lobo (The Book of Were-Wolves). Lobo lleva a cabo el ritual con algunas modificaciones; por ejemplo, el cinturón es de piel de lobo, no humana, y recupera su forma original [ver: Atrapado en el cuerpo equivocado] Antes de eso, Lobo mantiene relaciones con una mujer humana y ella queda embarazada. Ya en su forma original, Lobo regresa al zoológico, de noche, y se echa junto a la jaula de su antigua compañera. Al amanecer, los empleados lo reconocen y lo hacen entrar en la jaula. Allí, un día, ve a una mujer que se acerca con un carrito de bebé. El niño es humano, pero tiene ojos extraños. Lobo imagina cómo el niño, su hijo humano [lo reconoce por su olor], algún día padecerá algo que, para el resto del mundo, incluso para él mismo, será una maldición: «Y el último pensamiento que tuvo al respecto fue de infinita lástima por su pequeño hijo, quien, en una noche de luna llena, se arrodillaría y se convertiría en un animal, para luego vagar en la oscuridad en busca de algo que jamás llegaría a comprender.» Los lobos no lloran de Bruce Elliott no solo invierte la leyenda del hombre lobo, sino que prescinde de todas las convenciones del género, encontrando en el proceso distintos puntos de enlace con la estructura original. Por ejemplo, el hijo humano de Lobo será un licántropo, y esto será un misterio para él. Nunca sabrá que su padre fue, en realidad, un lobo. También es interesante que el comportamiento de los licántropos se deba a la incomodidad física que experimenta un lobo que debe articular los movimientos de un cuerpo humano [ver: Razas y clanes de hombres lobo] Bruce Elliott no proporciona ninguna explicación sobre por qué Lobo se convierte en humano al principio. Como Gregor Samsa en La metamorfosis (Die Verwandlung) de Franz Kafka; no hay maldiciones ni infecciones detrás de la transformación [ver: Kafka y lo Kafkiano]. A falta de un origen es lícito pensar que, tal vez, Lobo fue anteriormente un humano, y vive inmerso en un ciclo de transformaciones. Es cierto, tiene compañera y cachorros, por lo cual ha sido animal durante bastante tiempo, pero también los tiene cuando luego es humano. Si bien hay algunos puntos en común, Lobo no es exactamente como Gregor Samsa; y ciertamente no pertenece a la tradición surrealista. Tampoco es una total inversión de convenciones sino una expansión. Por ejemplo, la escena en el cine hace referencia al rol tradicional del licántropo en las películas de terror, y el ritual posterior se vincula con la leyenda del nigromante que manipula fuerzas oscuras. Todo eso forma parte de este universo, pero el eje de la historia no es un humano que se convierte en lobo, sino un lobo, convertido en humano, que busca ser lobo otra vez [ver: Análisis psicológico del Hombre Lobo] Escucha el episodio completo en la app de iVoox, o descubre todo el catálogo de iVoox Originals

Send us a textThe Krewe is expanding, we're getting stuff done, and we're doing it with Louisiana Whiskey!We'll explore why the philosophy of Form over Function is an issue with almost everyone today, as well as introduce you to some history on this episode.History of Bourbon, History of Cocktails as we introduce "Cocktail Hour" on the show with Sirop De Saizon, the official cocktail mixer of Implicit Bias Radio!You'll Laugh, You might Cry, The emotional journey will be one for the ages...Don't miss Implicit Bias Radio!Support the show

Welcome back to Rinse And Repeat Radio! On this week's guest mix we Kuya Trey from Fort Lauderdale, FL.He took over the first half of the episode and shared a bunch of his favorite records, remixes, & edits in a 30 minute mix.Episode 281 turn it up! **Tracklisting**** Kuya Trey Guest Mix **Chris Lake x Frank Ocean - Thinkin Bout You (Kuya Trey 'Ease My Mind' Edit)Duke & Jones x Kodak Black - Drowning (Kuya Trey 'Show Me The Money' Edit) -Silent Addy - Shake It To The Max (Calussa Remix) Freak Nasty - Da' Dip (BRANDON Remix)PinkPantheress - Illegal (BVRNOUT Remix)Drake - What Did I Miss? (Emkay Remix)Drake - Which One (Chris Lorenzo Remix)Kolter & Nate Dogg - Liquor StoreCID - Fancy $hitSan Pacho - Baby Got BackSammy Virji, Chris Lake & RoRo - 925AYYBO & Discip - 4 Ya MindMuni Long - Made For Me (HoneyLuv Remix)Destiny's Child - Say My Name (NAJ 909 Edit)** Cazes Mix **Fallon - Diet CokeGioMetrik, Mikey Barreneche - Like Me ft. Lexsey Oomloud & VIBR - CowbellVintage Culture & Doozie feat. Lauren Nicole - Get NaughtySombr x Hills - 12 to 12 (Cazes 'Cry' Edit) Vinter - Space Pump (Space Jam) Gaddi/HILLS (US) - AfterPartyFind Me On My Socials! - @cazesthedjwww.cazesthedj.comUpcoming Dates10/17 - Carbon - Chicago, IL10/18 - Green Light Social - Dallas, TX10/19 - Sunset Sessions @ Ruby Room - Dallas, T10/24 - 1716 - Auburn, AL10/25 - Parlay - Philadelphia, PASupport the show

Join us for a message from Pastor Jason on Sunday October 12th, 2025, entitled Cry of Salvation  from Romans 1:18-32.For more information about our church visit us on our website, our Facebook page, and our YouTube.Support the show

Stephen Manderson aka Professor Green, in today's episode really reminded me to listen. The most successful people are the ones who listen rather than talk, they learn rather than pretending to know it all. Although we come from totally different backgrounds, we've always connected in such a genuine way. We first met when life was very different; Stephen was dating my friend Millie Mackintosh. A lot has happened since then, a lot of growing up and self reflection...When people come into the studio, sometimes they might ask to not discuss certain topics but Stephen was a complete open book, so no stone was left unturned…We cover:•⁠ ⁠His relationship with Millie Mackintosh •⁠ ⁠Getting an autism diagnosis later in life, and how that has changed the way he looks at his past•⁠ ⁠Surviving getting stabbed in the neck and how knife crime will remain high until we tackle poverty•⁠ ⁠How he's turned negative life experiences into learning opportunities•⁠ ⁠The self reflection that comes with becoming a father•⁠ ⁠Losing his father & Uncle to suicide and how he handles the grief•⁠ ⁠Why we shouldn't blame our elders for getting stuff wrong as they didn't have access to therapyStephen is such a breath of fresh air. Our conversation reminded me how important it is to keep learning, keep being interesting and interested - keep growing as a person.Professor Green is Great Company. Professor Green has new music out which you can listen to here: https://drop.cobrand.com/d/ProfessorGreen/welcome-to-the-party?fbclid=PAdGRleANbYF9leHRuA2FlbQIxMQABpxiZ7IFQomLPel2XvNLAzZTyts6f7ec5Yf8gJZPJDy4EZWy5GEQTN8oKh-1W_aem_7w4riV-g0zJirVldl3htAQAnd I've got a new book coming out, Boys Don't Cry which you can pre-order here: boysdontcry.co.uk If you enjoyed the show, you can also follow us: Instagram- @greatcompanypodcastTikTok - @greatcompanypodcast And if you've got thoughts, questions and comments, you can email us at: greatcompany@jampotproductions.co.uk THE CREDITS Exec Producer: Jemima Rathbone Producer: Helen BurkeAssistant Producer: Rhoda Abrokwa Video: Jake Ji & Josh BennettAudio: Rafi Amsili Social Media: Laura Coughlan & Anthony Barter - Great Company is an original podcast from JamPot Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Lesson Focus:From affliction to authority — the servant's path to kingship.Psalm 70 cries for swift deliverance.Psalm 71 stands firm in lifelong faith.Psalm 72 crowns righteousness in dominion.This is the order of Yahuah: Deliverance → Faithfulness → Dominion.Taught by: Kerry Battle — Ahava Love AssemblyReading Text: Psalms 70 / 71 / 72 | Deuteronomy 32 | Isaiah 11 | 1 Kings 3 | Revelation 19Theme: The journey from the cry of affliction to the throne of righteous authority.---Teaching StructurePsalm 70 – The Cry of the Afflicted ServantPsalm 71 – The Aged Servant's ConfidencePsalm 72 – The Crowned King of Righteous RuleFinal Verdict: Affliction refines the righteous; authority reveals them.---Reflection Statement:“The afflicted servant who endures becomes the king who judges righteously.”---Giving Info: Zelle QR Code only – [Ahava Love Assembly | Feed the Flock]Subscribe: @ahavaloveassemblyWebsite: ahavaloveministry.com#AhavaLoveAssembly #TorahTeaching #Psalms70 #Psalms71 #Psalms72 #FromAfflictionToAuthority #Qodesh #Yahuah #Yahusha #PreceptUponPrecept #JudgmentVoice #WeightyScroll #HebrewScripture #IsraeliteTeaching #RestorationTruth #AncientPath #ObedienceAndGlory---

This week, Jamie and Sophie are joined by Midwife Pip for a crash course in childbirth. Brace yourselves for chaos, confusion, and (hopefully) no fainting as Pip guides Jamie through the ultimate hands-on childbirth simulation. Will he rise to the challenge… or need his own epidural by the end of it?ALSO, Sophie is furious with Jamie for keeping her up all night with his whining, Jamie forces Sophie to take a maths test, and the couple meet a new neighbour who might just be a ghost!?

Zach welcomes aboard podcaster & educator Michael Boyce (Geek4 Podcast) onto the program for a historical analysis of the  Battle of Ballard's Wharf  as they unpack Charles Crichton's 1947 triumph for Ealing Studio's , HUE & CRY! Once you hear the words "Operation Seagull", prepare to join the duo on the Blood & Thunder Boys battleground where they unpack the origins of Ealing Studio, learn from how the creative team at Ealing were able to conjure such a fantastical story, marvel at the stock character actors used in unique ways, ponder over how the post-war conditions of Britain lend to the film's aesthetics as well as its script, and finally settle upon the ways Hue & Cry would shape the world of Ealing, Comedy, & the medium of film at large. PLUS: Is Joe Kirby a murderer at the end of the film? ------ Be sure to tune in & listen to Michael's sensational podcast, GEEK 4 , now available wherever you listen Website: https://www.michaelwboyce.com/geek4 Apple: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/geek-4/id1529501248 Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/show/5svoHXXzHQrgGAGtn05OMz?si=tfbKZelgQ1a-LP3o3JmwtA and follow the show on social! Bluesky: https://bsky.app/profile/geek4pod.bsky.social Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/geek4pod?igsh=MXQ2eHFxeXFwNXJwcw== and give Mike a follow as well! Threads: https://www.threads.com/@mwboyce?igshid=NTc4MTIwNjQ2YQ==  

In a season of Stillness, but I'm still here. ❤️‍

Brooke and Brice are back breaking down The Amazing Race Season 38, Episode 3, “Cry & Rally,” as the teams race through Prague and Kutná Hora for a leg packed with twists, teamwork, and total chaos. From the return of the Driver's Seat twist to a tricky beer bottle Roadblock and a devastating elimination in a lonely field, this episode had it all! Tune in as Brooke and Brice unpack who took control, which alliances started brewing, and how one navigational slip changed everything. With laughs, hot takes, and a few travel tips along the way, this recap is the perfect pit stop for any Amazing Race fan.

Purple Pants Podcast | Brewing Trouble in Prague Brooke and Brice are back breaking down The Amazing Race Season 38, Episode 3, “Cry & Rally,” as the teams race through Prague and Kutná Hora for a leg packed with twists, teamwork, and total chaos. From the return of the Driver's Seat twist to a tricky beer bottle Roadblock and a devastating elimination in a lonely field, this episode had it all! Tune in as Brooke and Brice unpack who took control, which alliances started brewing, and how one navigational slip changed everything. With laughs, hot takes, and a few travel tips along the way, this recap is the perfect pit stop for any Amazing Race fan. You can also watch along on Brice Izyah's YouTube channel to watch us break it all down https://youtube.com/channel/UCFlglGPPamVHaNAb0tL_s7g Previously on the Purple Pants Podcast Feed:Purple Pants Podcast Archives LISTEN: Subscribe to the Purple Pants podcast feed WATCH: Watch and subscribe to the podcast on YouTubeSUPPORT: Become a RHAP Patron for bonus content, access to Facebook and Discord groups plus more great perks! Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Jack and Cyndi discuss The Amazing Race Season 38, episode 3, titled “Cry and Rally.” Become a Patron: www.patreon.com/jayandjack Facebook: www.facebook.com/groups/jayandjackgroup Listen to “Ep 11.3 “Cry and Rally”” on Spreaker.

31 Days of Halloween continues as Columbia tries to do The Wolf Man by way of Cat People and flops hard in 1944's Cry of the Werewolf. ENDING MUSIC: Werewolf Queen by The Lurking Corpses Support TWoRP Contact Us talkwithoutrhythm@gmail.com

Welcome back to Rinse And Repeat Radio! On this week's guest mix we DJ/Producer trio The Disco_Nect out of Chicago, IL. The Disco_Nect consists of Chicago based DJs - Strategy, White Shadow, & Heavy.They took over the first half of the episode with a special disco house guest mix just for us.Episode 280 turn it up! **Tracklisting**** The Disco_Nect Guest Mix **Jaden Bojsen & David Guetta - Lets Go (The Disco_nect Edit)Party Pupils - I'm Every WomanBabert Italo - Italo Boogie Man (Original Mix)The Temper Trap - Nyp2 X Sweet Disposition (Discozyn Edit)Goshfather & Mgr Mike - Soul (Extended Mix)Hotmood - Don't Brake It Noche - I Had EnoughPurple Disco Machine - Encore Feat. Baxter (Mousse T. Remix)Tiesto, Odd Mob, Goodboys X Hotmood - Wont Be Possible (The Disco_nect Edit)** Cazest Mix **Gaddi, Hills - AfterpartyCat Dealers - Body In CommandSombr X Hills - 12 To 12 (Cazes 'Cry' Edit)Vinter - Space Pump (Space Jam)La Roux - In For The Kill (Esse Remix)Chris Lake, Skrillex & Anita B Queen - La NocheTiësto, Odd Mob & Goodboys - Won't Be Possible (Justluke Edit)Find me on my socials! @cazesthedjwww.cazesthedj.comUpcoming Dates10/11 - Barstool - Nashville, TN10/17 - Green Light Social - Austin, TX10/18 - Green Light Social - Dallas, TX10/19 - Sunset Sessions @ Ruby Room - Dallas, TX10/24 - 1716 - Auburn, AL10/25 - Parlay - Philadelphia, PASupport the show

Grammy-winning gospel artist Erica Campbell joins James "Trig" Rosseau to discuss her organized event Laugh, Cry, Heal. She emphasizes the importance of creating safe spaces for women to heal through laughter and truth, addressing emotional wellness and the need for community support. Erica shares insights on the significance of preventative mental health care and the necessity of addressing pain with honesty. Erica concludes with details about upcoming events and the transformative experiences they offer.

Join us for a message from Pastor Jason on Sunday October 5th, 2025, entitled Cry of Salvation  from Luke 23:39-43.For more information about our church visit us on our website, our Facebook page, and our YouTube.Support the show

In this episode, we explore the gift of tears and the importance of allowing ourselves to cry. We reflect on our experiences with crying and talk about how tears, especially in painful moments, can be a powerful expression of surrender, lament, and hope when offered to God. With the help of the Holy Spirit, our sensitivity and capacity to cry reflect the way we were beautifully created to respond to what breaks God's heart. We discuss the vulnerability of crying, the pain of resisting it, and how Jesus crying out on the cross reveals the value of our own cries. Whether you're too tired to cry, afraid to show need, or already feel safe expressing emotion, we invite you to see crying as an act of worship and intercession. In our sorrow, God meets us with love, truth, and the hope that He can actually do something with our pain.   Heather's One Thing - Spirit Breathe by Sarah Kroger and Echo Harbor Worship Sister Miriam's One Thing - Beloved Son by Carrie Daunt Michelle's One Thing - Her new back porch!   Other Resources Mentioned:  Pope Leo XIV's General Audience of September 10, 2025 The Ruthless Elimination of Hurry by John Mark Comer   Journal Questions: When was the last time I cried? What would it look like for me to cry well? Where has my heart been repressed? Where do I need to cry out?   Discussion Questions: How did Pope Leo's words change your perspective on crying? How are you tempted to give in to cynicism? In what ways are you self-reliant in this season of life? How can you be an empathetic witness to someone crying out in their life?   Quote to Ponder: “Finally, she asks God to give her a gift of tears to draw his mercy down upon the world, and especially upon his church.  In one of her visions, Catherine records having been told by God: “If you open your mind's eye you will see that the Holy Spirit weeps in the person of every one of my servants who offers me the fragrance of holy desire and constant humble prayer.” (St. Catherine of Sienna, The Dialogue Study Edition)   “We are accustomed to thinking of crying out as something disorderly, to be repressed. The Gospel confers an immense value to our cry, reminding us that it can be an invocation, a protest, a desire, a surrender. It can even be the extreme form of prayer, when there are no words left. In that cry, Jesus gave all that he had left: all his love, all his hope.” (General Audience, September 10, 2025, Pope Leo XIV)    Scripture for Lectio: “My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?” (Psalm 22:1)   Sponsor - Beata Home: This episode is sponsored by Beata Home, a boutique-style print shop founded by Katie, a wife and mom of four. The word Beata is derived from the Latin word for “blessed,” and that is her hope, that each piece will be a blessing to homes and families. Born out of the conviction that beauty has the power to evangelize, Beata Home makes it easy for Catholic families to surround themselves with art that reflects their faith and lifts hearts and minds to God. Beata Home offers something for every family and every budget: Digital downloads for instant access and affordable printing Fine art prints in sizes from 8x10 up to 30x40 inches Ready-to-hang framed artwork in seven different frame styles Artwork is printed on museum-quality paper with archival inks, ensuring beauty that lasts for generations. Whether it's a small image for a prayer corner or a statement piece for your living room, Beata Home makes it simple to bring beauty and faith into your everyday spaces. The heart of Beata Home is sacred art, but the collection also includes carefully chosen vintage artwork because all beauty points to the Creator. Visit beatahome.com to explore the growing collection, and as a gift for Abiding Together listeners, use the code ABIDING10 for 10% off your first purchase. Support a Catholic family business and bring beauty into your domestic church with Beata Home!   Chapters:  00:00 Beata Home 01:14 Intro 02:04 Welcome 03:58 Scripture Verse and Quote to Ponder 05:11 The Pain of Resisting Tears 06:58 Crying Out is Vulnerable 08:50 Tears are a Gift 11:45 A Remedy for Self Reliance 13:23 What Happens When We Stop Crying Out 15:25 Crying with Others 17:53 Being Needy vs Having Needs 20:41 Sometimes All We Can Do is Cry 22:54 God Speaks to You Though Tears 24:30 Slowing Down 26:37 Crying as an Intercession 28:46 One Things

Hailing from Cork, Ireland, songwriters Cathal Coughlan and Sean O'Hagan formed the band Microdisney in 1980. After relocating to London in 1983, the band recorded six Peel Sessions for BBC Radio and released their debut album for Rough Trade called 'Everybody Is Fantastic'. This week's guest, musician, filmmaker, podcaster and radio host Alexei Shishkin, joins us to discuss the band and that record. The duo's combination of lushly orchestrated pop paired with wryly poetic, at times biting lyrics were right up Alexei's musical alley, and we're here for it! Songs discussed in this episode: Dear Rosemary - Microdisney; Disco Elysium, Tiki Taka - Alexei Shishkin; Palm Of My Hand - The Pale Fountains; Horse Overboard - Microdisney; Pack Yr Romantic Mind - Stereolab; Blues For Ceausescu - The Fatima Mansions; McCardle Brown - Sean O'Hagan; Idea, A Few Kisses, Escalator In The Rain - Microdisney; Half A Person - The Smiths; Dolly (Live, Barbican sessions 2018), Dolly - Microdisney; The King Of Rock 'N' Roll - Prefab Sprout; Dreaming Drains, I'll Be A Gentleman, Moon, Sun, Sleepless, Come On Over and Cry, This Liberal Love, Before Famine, Everybody Is Dead, Everybody Is Dead (Peel session) - Microdisney; Ode To Carl Dennis - Alexei Shishkin

A new true crime documentary has just been released on Netflix titled, ‘Unknown Number.' The twist at the end is so unexpected and shocking that people start making TikToks of their friends and family's reactions. The premise: Lauryn and Owen are thirteen year olds navigating a middle school romance until they get put into a group chat with an unknown third number. The texts start off silly. “Best day ever! Only one of you got voted on homecoming court – this is epic! LMAO!” They quickly escalate in severity and occurrence; sometimes up to 50 harassing text messages a day for roughly two years. “Owen loves me and I will always be the girl he loves. He will be with me while your lonely ugly ass is alone. I fucking own Owens dick. Cry more you fucking jealous bitch.” Who is sending these messages? Why do they want Lauryn and Owen to break up so badly? Why does it take the authorities two full years to finally catch the sender? Those were just a few of the many questions netizens still had after finishing the documentary... Rotten Mango was able to secure a never before seen case file that is nearly one thousand pages long.We discuss these exclusive details along with the sender's possible motives, theories, and answers to some of the most asked questions. This is everything the new documentary ‘Unknown Number' didn't tell you about the real life case.   Full show notes available at RottenMangoPodcast.com