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Two stories of scholarly lasses with healthy libidos.Based on the posts by Select Redux. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories. Stimulating ReadingSexual adventures amid the bookshelves.Unlocking the big oak doors, Emily glances up at the Spring sun filtering through the stained-glass windows of the 'Institute'. Originally endowed by a Victorian benefactor, now part of a modern university, this old building goes unnoticed by most people passing by on this bright 1993 morning.The research library within opens just three days a week with Emily, its part-time librarian, fitting the job around her PhD studies. Some colleagues consider it a fusty backwater; Emily rather enjoys the church-like surroundings, lofty ceilings and marble floors, and calm, quiet ambience.Starting the day as usual at 8.45am, Emily turns on the lights, picks up the post and then sits at the front desk waiting for students to arrive. The job isn't the most exacting; mainly helping undergraduates locate obscure books, its perk being plenty of time to write her thesis and, blush-making to admit, peruse the rather splendid erotica section. Something that's become a bit of a habit, leaving her distracted and almost perpetually aroused.This 'special collection' is kept locked; its key is supposedly secure in a safe; in fact on a chain around Emily's neck. Currently 'in between boyfriends' (no, not like that!) in truth modern men, mostly boys inhabiting adult bodies in her opinion, don't do it for Emily. Call her traditional, she wants someone old-fashioned.Emily's romantic, bookish outlook on life sometimes feels unsuited to modern times and is exemplified by today's attire: cardigan, blouse, and a string of pearls, the epitome of respectability; a typical librarian. A knee-length skirt, sensible shoes, minimal makeup and glasses habitually perched upon her head complete the academic look. However, underneath one (who? she reflects glumly) might be surprised to find some almost sinfully brief lingerie adorning her trim figure. Perhaps not so conservative;Later that afternoon, Emily looks at her watch, half an hour until closing, not likely to see anyone else today she thinks. Wrongly, because striding confidently through the rotating door and purposefully approaching her desk is a new customer. In contrast to the usual scruffy students (although arguably the lecturers are worse) he's smartly dressed. Wearing a tie in fact; Emily likes a chap in a suit and his fits very well. This tall man with silvery grey hair favors her with a confident smile and Emily melts inside, lust at first sight.Michael, they are quickly on first name terms, is a postgrad mature student working on the final dissertation of an English literature MA. He's taken a couple of weeks' leave from an unspecified (Emily suspects high-powered and well-remunerated) job to complete it. Meaning, she sends a silent prayer of thanks to whichever celestial deity might be responsible, he'll be making frequent trips to the library. Visits she soon begins to eagerly anticipate, feeling disproportionately disappointed on days when this charming, personable and undoubtedly assertive man doesn't appear. Get a grip girl, chides her inner voice, whatever your fantasies this is a purely professional relationship."What did you do before studying," she enquires one morning."Came from money, followed the family tradition into the City and made some more," he shrugs. "Clichéd thing for a privileged person to say but it didn't make me happy.""What does?""Good writing, which explains why I'm here in literary mode, how about you?""A very bright kid from a feckless, under-achieving family; got a scholarship, got out of my dead-end town and got a higher education. Not having money means I have to take a series of dull jobs to pay my way." There's no need to make her point any more strongly, Michael gets the implication."I detect a steely determination," he responds without rancor."Academically, yes," she agrees, "in order to remain with my beloved books, but unfashionable though it is I'd happily be rescued by a knight in shining armor. Will you be my knight?" Christ, she thinks, where did that come from? Silly mare you've blown it now."If you'll be my damsel in distress I'd be delighted," Michael answers lightly, but a die has been cast."What are you working on today?" he enquires conversationally when next visiting."These books were recently acquired for the special collections section. I'm trying to catalogue them," she explains, outwardly serene, but heart beating fast."Ah the erotica," Michael raises a knowing eyebrow, "better leave you to it then." He turns to a nearby table with a couple of hefty tomes and commences making notes while covertly observing Emily, absently twirling a lock of hair with one hand, the other no longer on the table but underneath. Much later, abruptly jolted from a pleasurable reverie by his shadow, Emily becomes abruptly aware of Michael's looming presence."You're spending a lot of time on books from that particular genre," he says, it isn't a question."Well; " she stammers."Perhaps that's why you've twice left the University's precious erotica shelves unlocked lately?"Her eyes widen in shock. "How did you know?" It's true, no point in denying the fact."I notice things. An accident I'm sure, but rather careless, some might even say naughty. Are you naughty Emily?" Silence, the cat has got her tongue. "Do you deserve to be punished? Might that be a better solution than the matter being brought to the attention of the Vice-Chancellor?" Michael presses home his advantage. "Those rare editions are extremely valuable. Perhaps you need to be taught a lesson, bought to book one might say." Emily gets the joke, but it's no laughing matter."Punished; lesson?" she stammers, "what do you mean?""I think you know to what I'm referring, you've read enough about spanking, no doubt wondered what it might be like. I don't believe you're as innocent as you pretend Emily, I saw you slide a hand under your skirt just then. Most unprofessional, you deserve to have your bottom smacked.""Oh; " Overwhelmed by his quiet certainty that she'll obey, Ellie discovers in herself a complimentary willingness to defer; feels her pussy throbbing with desire at every word Michael utters. This is ridiculous, thinks her rational brain, I'm an independent woman, he's no right to demand my obedience. But you know you want to, responds her libidinous subconscious, you've so often dreamt of such a scenario, and how you'd willingly submit;She nods anxiously towards the door. With an unreadable expression, Michael walks purposefully towards the entrance, locks it and returns."Bad girls require discipline," he whispers in her ear."They do, sir," she meekly agrees."Come here." Emily stands next to him, hands behind her back."Turn around and lean forward against the desk."Deferentially, eyes downcast, Emily complies; wrapping his left arm around her slender waist Michael slowly, and deliberately raises her skirt. Emily wishes her boobs were just a little bigger; wishes her arse was just a little smaller but knows her lovely legs are just right. Now so does he.A grunt of male disapproval, "I don't like tights," he tugs her pantyhose down revealing flawless bottom cheeks, "next time I expect you to wear stockings." Next time, who said anything about next time? Despite her mounting panic, Emily has an epiphany of understanding; Michael's coercion is more implied than actual, less of a threat by him as a need within her. He runs his hands appreciatively over her pristine, unmarked bottom then tugs those unexpectedly racy, almost transparent black panties up hard into Emily's damp divide, the silken scrap disappearing between puffy pussy lips, chafing her swollen clit."Turns you on doesn't it" he growls, holding her tightly."Yes, but I'm scared," she whispers and it's true, the physical proximity and her helplessness in the hands of an alpha male are more exciting than anything Emily has ever before encountered.Emily tenses, holding her breath, awaiting the inevitable; yet the initial smack still catches her by surprise. At first, it's mainly about the ringing percussive sound, a numbing shock. Prudently Michael allows a pause, he can tell it's her first time. Gradually her skin pinkens and a sharp stinging sensation suffuses Emily's posterior."Oh," she looks at him wide-eyed, "oh yes," amazed by her compliance with the punitive intentions of a man she scarcely knows. A second spank, slightly harder this time."Feeling it now aren't you," Michael mutters, "rather different from in the stories you're so keen on?" True, the reality of what before was only fevered fiction is raw and immediate." I'll stop if you ask me to," he adds."Surely not when I've been so wicked," Emily replies huskily. The scene is set, and his hard palm strikes her bottom repeatedly as Michael methodically and unhurriedly continues, Emily's body responding animatedly to the burning sensation gradually suffusing her derriere."Keep still," he commands as she squirms in a futile attempt to dissipate the smart.Eventually, Emily has no idea how long, five minutes, or an eternity, Michael ceases her chastisement. Both are breathing heavily now, albeit for different reasons. He slides a hand up her inner thigh and under her knickers."Good girl," Michael whispers, pushing an exploratory digit into Emily's sopping sex. She shuts her eyes and moves against his fingers, Emily is needy, alas, her evident excitement is unrequited. Taking her by the shoulders, Michael turns the shaken young woman to face the wall."Make yourself respectable," he instructs in a tone countenancing no dissent, "don't move until I've left, no rubbing your bottom, or anywhere else. I'll let myself out," he kisses the top of her head, "and be back soon to do one final bit piece of research, don't miss me too much."And then he's gone; taken Emily to the edge and abandoned her unsatisfied. Which, thinks Emily, bottom glowing fiercely, is truly sadistic. Simmering with sexual awakening, she's no intention of being denied. Walking stiffly towards her chair Emily sits, wincing as her tender buttocks contact with the seat. Legs spread and eyes closed she pushes a hand down the front of her panties and addresses her pent-up frustration with flying fingers, and soon has a shattering orgasm.On Monday morning, after a weekend mentally replaying this momentous encounter, and multiple flouting of Michael's embargo on masturbation, Emily walks into work full of hope for what the new week may bring. Inwardly more confident, her outward appearance has also altered. She's taken more care with makeup, mascara and her favorite cherry red lipstick. Does her best not to tug down her hem at every step. Emily hasn't previously worn such a short skirt and worries people may notice she's wearing stockings. Once at work, it's business as usual, albeit with some appreciative glances from borrowers, being desired is an unfamiliar but welcome ego boost. Emboldened, Emily experiments with undoing the second button of her blouse.She can't conceal her unhappiness when Michael fails to arrive and becomes increasingly despondent when he doesn't turn up on Tuesday and Wednesday either. By Thursday she's almost lost hope. Turning to the erotica collection for comfort a photograph falls from between the pages of a book on 'Le Vice Anglaise'. Emily looks aghast, Michael! But it can't be, the date scribbled on the back is 1936, does her dom have a doppelganger? All too much of a conundrum to deal with in her overwrought state, Emily locks up early and heads disconsolately home.On Friday she settles onto her stool and re-opens the same book. Was Michael ever really here, she wonders? Could this have been some sort of hallucination, an epic instance of self-delusion? Of course not, get real, examine the facts, she inwardly chides. Consider the evidence of two days of sitting gingerly, the finger marks on your sore buttocks visible in the mirror. She was spanked alright, the pertinent question being whether she will see Michael again, let alone reach the sexual conclusion so ardently desired. Not being clairvoyant, Emily doesn't have a clue about either outcome, for now, she tells herself sternly, you'd better get on with some work. Mentally listing the day's mundane tasks Emily doesn't notice a familiar figure quietly enter the building until he's immediately adjacent. Caught unawares her incipient shout of shock is stifled by his hand."I'll remove it from your mouth," his voice whispers, "if you promise not to scream, understood?" Emily remains frozen, struggling to get to grips with her predicament, then nods assent."Where did you appear from?" she enquires in a small voice."Not important right now," he shushes."Your picture; " She points at the faded sepia print on the table."My father," he laughs, "chip off the old block, aren't I? Long gone, of course, he put up the money to establish the erotica collection you've so much enjoyed." Helping the shaken young woman to her feet he moves Emily to face a bookcase."Just relax," he says calmly, trailing a hand teasingly up and down the back of her thighs."Relax," she tenses at the suggestion, "when I don't know what you intend to do.""I think you can hazard a pretty accurate prediction," he teases."I'm quite sure you're planning to punish me again," says Emily shivering with anticipation at the thought, "what might occur afterwards is what's preoccupying me.""What do you hope happens?" he enquires, lips brushing the nape of her neck."I think you can make a very good guess," Emily replies cheekily.Right now, she can't think of anything she wouldn't let him do, Emily has read many salacious books and has a vivid imagination."I'm enjoying your new look," says Michael appreciatively, "let's explore beneath; " He unbuttons her blouse to the waist, frees her boobs and rolls each erect nipple in turn between finger and thumb. In response, Emily kisses him hard on the mouth, her acquiescence clearly in no doubt. His other hand slips between her thighs and encounters wetness between them. Emily moans at this touch, yearning to be penetrated by the hard cock she can feel bulging through his trousers and pressing against her thigh."You'll endure a harsher correction this time," he murmurs, bending Emily across the desk while removing his belt."The door", she gestures urgently.He shrugs off her concern. "We'll just have to take the chance; I find a little jeopardy adds a frisson of excitement." Wrestling up the short, tight skirt exposes the soft curves of Emily's hips and beautiful bottom; Michael monetarily enjoys the sight, and then pulls her knickers down and off."Someone wants to be fucked pretty badly," he observes, a hint of amusement in his voice as he glimpses her damp, pouting slit. With no warning he straps Emily, hard and fast, leaving blazing bands of hurt across both cheeks and down to her stocking tops. She yelps, groans and stamps her feet, nevertheless thrusting out her buttocks to meet each of the worn leather's cruel kisses. A further dozen overlapping strokes sear across her fiery red behind until Emily thinks she can't possibly endure further chastisement."Hurts," she whimpers, tears in her eyes, although the perfect pain only serves to stoke a fire of arousal down below. Aware of her limits Michael runs his hands along the insides of Emily's legs and pulls her knees apart, leaving her open and exposed. His tongue repeatedly explores the length of her labia, right up to the nub of her clit, building each caress into a rhythmic repetition. Emily feels an orgasm inexorably approaching, her breathing becomes fast and uneven."Fuck you're tight," he observes crudely, sliding a finger into Emily's inviting pink cunny and then positioning his erection at her slick entrance."Stop teasing and do it hard!" she screams, last vestiges of dignity and reserve surrendered. Lewdly Emily pushes back her hips, anxious to have him inside her. Equally caught up in the intensity of the moment, Michael fills the lusty librarian with the cock she craves. All inhibitions abandoned, Emily feels the rhythm of his thrusts increasing, her pussy spasms and takes them both to an inevitable sexual crescendo. They lay silent for a moment before Michael chivalrously passes Emily a large linen handkerchief to mop the come leaking onto her nylon-clad thighs."I think my poor bottom has suffered quite enough for one day," she whispers sensually, "how about you take me home to your place and fuck me again, slowly and gently?""How about we take one of the books from the special collection to provide us with inspiration?" he replies."Oh, I think I've already done quite enough research," Emily responds with a giggle."Then let's grab a bottle of wine and see if we can't put theory into practice," agrees Michael.Cut to a year later, doctorate earned; Emily has been promoted to take charge of the main university library. There's a new young woman librarian at the Institute, still on probation and requiring guidance. Emily considers herself a firm but fair manager and has kindly offered an after-hours tutorial on the special collection. A recently successful MA student, now a research fellow, somewhat older and vastly experienced, may join them;By Select Redux for LiteroticaCleverness is SexyWinning a quiz transformed Alice from swot to hot.By Select ReduxAn exceptionally brainy young woman, Alice has pursued her academic interests to the exclusion of almost everything else in life. There will, she reasons, on the verge of her 23rd birthday, the M A she's strived so hard to attain nearl

Two stories of scholarly lasses with healthy libidos.Based on the posts by Select Redux. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories. Stimulating ReadingSexual adventures amid the bookshelves.Unlocking the big oak doors, Emily glances up at the Spring sun filtering through the stained-glass windows of the 'Institute'. Originally endowed by a Victorian benefactor, now part of a modern university, this old building goes unnoticed by most people passing by on this bright 1993 morning.The research library within opens just three days a week with Emily, its part-time librarian, fitting the job around her PhD studies. Some colleagues consider it a fusty backwater; Emily rather enjoys the church-like surroundings, lofty ceilings and marble floors, and calm, quiet ambience.Starting the day as usual at 8.45am, Emily turns on the lights, picks up the post and then sits at the front desk waiting for students to arrive. The job isn't the most exacting; mainly helping undergraduates locate obscure books, its perk being plenty of time to write her thesis and, blush-making to admit, peruse the rather splendid erotica section. Something that's become a bit of a habit, leaving her distracted and almost perpetually aroused.This 'special collection' is kept locked; its key is supposedly secure in a safe; in fact on a chain around Emily's neck. Currently 'in between boyfriends' (no, not like that!) in truth modern men, mostly boys inhabiting adult bodies in her opinion, don't do it for Emily. Call her traditional, she wants someone old-fashioned.Emily's romantic, bookish outlook on life sometimes feels unsuited to modern times and is exemplified by today's attire: cardigan, blouse, and a string of pearls, the epitome of respectability; a typical librarian. A knee-length skirt, sensible shoes, minimal makeup and glasses habitually perched upon her head complete the academic look. However, underneath one (who? she reflects glumly) might be surprised to find some almost sinfully brief lingerie adorning her trim figure. Perhaps not so conservative;Later that afternoon, Emily looks at her watch, half an hour until closing, not likely to see anyone else today she thinks. Wrongly, because striding confidently through the rotating door and purposefully approaching her desk is a new customer. In contrast to the usual scruffy students (although arguably the lecturers are worse) he's smartly dressed. Wearing a tie in fact; Emily likes a chap in a suit and his fits very well. This tall man with silvery grey hair favors her with a confident smile and Emily melts inside, lust at first sight.Michael, they are quickly on first name terms, is a postgrad mature student working on the final dissertation of an English literature MA. He's taken a couple of weeks' leave from an unspecified (Emily suspects high-powered and well-remunerated) job to complete it. Meaning, she sends a silent prayer of thanks to whichever celestial deity might be responsible, he'll be making frequent trips to the library. Visits she soon begins to eagerly anticipate, feeling disproportionately disappointed on days when this charming, personable and undoubtedly assertive man doesn't appear. Get a grip girl, chides her inner voice, whatever your fantasies this is a purely professional relationship."What did you do before studying," she enquires one morning."Came from money, followed the family tradition into the City and made some more," he shrugs. "Clichéd thing for a privileged person to say but it didn't make me happy.""What does?""Good writing, which explains why I'm here in literary mode, how about you?""A very bright kid from a feckless, under-achieving family; got a scholarship, got out of my dead-end town and got a higher education. Not having money means I have to take a series of dull jobs to pay my way." There's no need to make her point any more strongly, Michael gets the implication."I detect a steely determination," he responds without rancor."Academically, yes," she agrees, "in order to remain with my beloved books, but unfashionable though it is I'd happily be rescued by a knight in shining armor. Will you be my knight?" Christ, she thinks, where did that come from? Silly mare you've blown it now."If you'll be my damsel in distress I'd be delighted," Michael answers lightly, but a die has been cast."What are you working on today?" he enquires conversationally when next visiting."These books were recently acquired for the special collections section. I'm trying to catalogue them," she explains, outwardly serene, but heart beating fast."Ah the erotica," Michael raises a knowing eyebrow, "better leave you to it then." He turns to a nearby table with a couple of hefty tomes and commences making notes while covertly observing Emily, absently twirling a lock of hair with one hand, the other no longer on the table but underneath. Much later, abruptly jolted from a pleasurable reverie by his shadow, Emily becomes abruptly aware of Michael's looming presence."You're spending a lot of time on books from that particular genre," he says, it isn't a question."Well; " she stammers."Perhaps that's why you've twice left the University's precious erotica shelves unlocked lately?"Her eyes widen in shock. "How did you know?" It's true, no point in denying the fact."I notice things. An accident I'm sure, but rather careless, some might even say naughty. Are you naughty Emily?" Silence, the cat has got her tongue. "Do you deserve to be punished? Might that be a better solution than the matter being brought to the attention of the Vice-Chancellor?" Michael presses home his advantage. "Those rare editions are extremely valuable. Perhaps you need to be taught a lesson, bought to book one might say." Emily gets the joke, but it's no laughing matter."Punished; lesson?" she stammers, "what do you mean?""I think you know to what I'm referring, you've read enough about spanking, no doubt wondered what it might be like. I don't believe you're as innocent as you pretend Emily, I saw you slide a hand under your skirt just then. Most unprofessional, you deserve to have your bottom smacked.""Oh; " Overwhelmed by his quiet certainty that she'll obey, Ellie discovers in herself a complimentary willingness to defer; feels her pussy throbbing with desire at every word Michael utters. This is ridiculous, thinks her rational brain, I'm an independent woman, he's no right to demand my obedience. But you know you want to, responds her libidinous subconscious, you've so often dreamt of such a scenario, and how you'd willingly submit;She nods anxiously towards the door. With an unreadable expression, Michael walks purposefully towards the entrance, locks it and returns."Bad girls require discipline," he whispers in her ear."They do, sir," she meekly agrees."Come here." Emily stands next to him, hands behind her back."Turn around and lean forward against the desk."Deferentially, eyes downcast, Emily complies; wrapping his left arm around her slender waist Michael slowly, and deliberately raises her skirt. Emily wishes her boobs were just a little bigger; wishes her arse was just a little smaller but knows her lovely legs are just right. Now so does he.A grunt of male disapproval, "I don't like tights," he tugs her pantyhose down revealing flawless bottom cheeks, "next time I expect you to wear stockings." Next time, who said anything about next time? Despite her mounting panic, Emily has an epiphany of understanding; Michael's coercion is more implied than actual, less of a threat by him as a need within her. He runs his hands appreciatively over her pristine, unmarked bottom then tugs those unexpectedly racy, almost transparent black panties up hard into Emily's damp divide, the silken scrap disappearing between puffy pussy lips, chafing her swollen clit."Turns you on doesn't it" he growls, holding her tightly."Yes, but I'm scared," she whispers and it's true, the physical proximity and her helplessness in the hands of an alpha male are more exciting than anything Emily has ever before encountered.Emily tenses, holding her breath, awaiting the inevitable; yet the initial smack still catches her by surprise. At first, it's mainly about the ringing percussive sound, a numbing shock. Prudently Michael allows a pause, he can tell it's her first time. Gradually her skin pinkens and a sharp stinging sensation suffuses Emily's posterior."Oh," she looks at him wide-eyed, "oh yes," amazed by her compliance with the punitive intentions of a man she scarcely knows. A second spank, slightly harder this time."Feeling it now aren't you," Michael mutters, "rather different from in the stories you're so keen on?" True, the reality of what before was only fevered fiction is raw and immediate." I'll stop if you ask me to," he adds."Surely not when I've been so wicked," Emily replies huskily. The scene is set, and his hard palm strikes her bottom repeatedly as Michael methodically and unhurriedly continues, Emily's body responding animatedly to the burning sensation gradually suffusing her derriere."Keep still," he commands as she squirms in a futile attempt to dissipate the smart.Eventually, Emily has no idea how long, five minutes, or an eternity, Michael ceases her chastisement. Both are breathing heavily now, albeit for different reasons. He slides a hand up her inner thigh and under her knickers."Good girl," Michael whispers, pushing an exploratory digit into Emily's sopping sex. She shuts her eyes and moves against his fingers, Emily is needy, alas, her evident excitement is unrequited. Taking her by the shoulders, Michael turns the shaken young woman to face the wall."Make yourself respectable," he instructs in a tone countenancing no dissent, "don't move until I've left, no rubbing your bottom, or anywhere else. I'll let myself out," he kisses the top of her head, "and be back soon to do one final bit piece of research, don't miss me too much."And then he's gone; taken Emily to the edge and abandoned her unsatisfied. Which, thinks Emily, bottom glowing fiercely, is truly sadistic. Simmering with sexual awakening, she's no intention of being denied. Walking stiffly towards her chair Emily sits, wincing as her tender buttocks contact with the seat. Legs spread and eyes closed she pushes a hand down the front of her panties and addresses her pent-up frustration with flying fingers, and soon has a shattering orgasm.On Monday morning, after a weekend mentally replaying this momentous encounter, and multiple flouting of Michael's embargo on masturbation, Emily walks into work full of hope for what the new week may bring. Inwardly more confident, her outward appearance has also altered. She's taken more care with makeup, mascara and her favorite cherry red lipstick. Does her best not to tug down her hem at every step. Emily hasn't previously worn such a short skirt and worries people may notice she's wearing stockings. Once at work, it's business as usual, albeit with some appreciative glances from borrowers, being desired is an unfamiliar but welcome ego boost. Emboldened, Emily experiments with undoing the second button of her blouse.She can't conceal her unhappiness when Michael fails to arrive and becomes increasingly despondent when he doesn't turn up on Tuesday and Wednesday either. By Thursday she's almost lost hope. Turning to the erotica collection for comfort a photograph falls from between the pages of a book on 'Le Vice Anglaise'. Emily looks aghast, Michael! But it can't be, the date scribbled on the back is 1936, does her dom have a doppelganger? All too much of a conundrum to deal with in her overwrought state, Emily locks up early and heads disconsolately home.On Friday she settles onto her stool and re-opens the same book. Was Michael ever really here, she wonders? Could this have been some sort of hallucination, an epic instance of self-delusion? Of course not, get real, examine the facts, she inwardly chides. Consider the evidence of two days of sitting gingerly, the finger marks on your sore buttocks visible in the mirror. She was spanked alright, the pertinent question being whether she will see Michael again, let alone reach the sexual conclusion so ardently desired. Not being clairvoyant, Emily doesn't have a clue about either outcome, for now, she tells herself sternly, you'd better get on with some work. Mentally listing the day's mundane tasks Emily doesn't notice a familiar figure quietly enter the building until he's immediately adjacent. Caught unawares her incipient shout of shock is stifled by his hand."I'll remove it from your mouth," his voice whispers, "if you promise not to scream, understood?" Emily remains frozen, struggling to get to grips with her predicament, then nods assent."Where did you appear from?" she enquires in a small voice."Not important right now," he shushes."Your picture; " She points at the faded sepia print on the table."My father," he laughs, "chip off the old block, aren't I? Long gone, of course, he put up the money to establish the erotica collection you've so much enjoyed." Helping the shaken young woman to her feet he moves Emily to face a bookcase."Just relax," he says calmly, trailing a hand teasingly up and down the back of her thighs."Relax," she tenses at the suggestion, "when I don't know what you intend to do.""I think you can hazard a pretty accurate prediction," he teases."I'm quite sure you're planning to punish me again," says Emily shivering with anticipation at the thought, "what might occur afterwards is what's preoccupying me.""What do you hope happens?" he enquires, lips brushing the nape of her neck."I think you can make a very good guess," Emily replies cheekily.Right now, she can't think of anything she wouldn't let him do, Emily has read many salacious books and has a vivid imagination."I'm enjoying your new look," says Michael appreciatively, "let's explore beneath; " He unbuttons her blouse to the waist, frees her boobs and rolls each erect nipple in turn between finger and thumb. In response, Emily kisses him hard on the mouth, her acquiescence clearly in no doubt. His other hand slips between her thighs and encounters wetness between them. Emily moans at this touch, yearning to be penetrated by the hard cock she can feel bulging through his trousers and pressing against her thigh."You'll endure a harsher correction this time," he murmurs, bending Emily across the desk while removing his belt."The door", she gestures urgently.He shrugs off her concern. "We'll just have to take the chance; I find a little jeopardy adds a frisson of excitement." Wrestling up the short, tight skirt exposes the soft curves of Emily's hips and beautiful bottom; Michael monetarily enjoys the sight, and then pulls her knickers down and off."Someone wants to be fucked pretty badly," he observes, a hint of amusement in his voice as he glimpses her damp, pouting slit. With no warning he straps Emily, hard and fast, leaving blazing bands of hurt across both cheeks and down to her stocking tops. She yelps, groans and stamps her feet, nevertheless thrusting out her buttocks to meet each of the worn leather's cruel kisses. A further dozen overlapping strokes sear across her fiery red behind until Emily thinks she can't possibly endure further chastisement."Hurts," she whimpers, tears in her eyes, although the perfect pain only serves to stoke a fire of arousal down below. Aware of her limits Michael runs his hands along the insides of Emily's legs and pulls her knees apart, leaving her open and exposed. His tongue repeatedly explores the length of her labia, right up to the nub of her clit, building each caress into a rhythmic repetition. Emily feels an orgasm inexorably approaching, her breathing becomes fast and uneven."Fuck you're tight," he observes crudely, sliding a finger into Emily's inviting pink cunny and then positioning his erection at her slick entrance."Stop teasing and do it hard!" she screams, last vestiges of dignity and reserve surrendered. Lewdly Emily pushes back her hips, anxious to have him inside her. Equally caught up in the intensity of the moment, Michael fills the lusty librarian with the cock she craves. All inhibitions abandoned, Emily feels the rhythm of his thrusts increasing, her pussy spasms and takes them both to an inevitable sexual crescendo. They lay silent for a moment before Michael chivalrously passes Emily a large linen handkerchief to mop the come leaking onto her nylon-clad thighs."I think my poor bottom has suffered quite enough for one day," she whispers sensually, "how about you take me home to your place and fuck me again, slowly and gently?""How about we take one of the books from the special collection to provide us with inspiration?" he replies."Oh, I think I've already done quite enough research," Emily responds with a giggle."Then let's grab a bottle of wine and see if we can't put theory into practice," agrees Michael.Cut to a year later, doctorate earned; Emily has been promoted to take charge of the main university library. There's a new young woman librarian at the Institute, still on probation and requiring guidance. Emily considers herself a firm but fair manager and has kindly offered an after-hours tutorial on the special collection. A recently successful MA student, now a research fellow, somewhat older and vastly experienced, may join them;By Select Redux for LiteroticaCleverness is SexyWinning a quiz transformed Alice from swot to hot.By Select ReduxAn exceptionally brainy young woman, Alice has pursued her academic interests to the exclusion of almost everything else in life. There will, she reasons, on the verge of her 23rd birthday, the M A she's strived so hard to attain nearl

Chapters 18, 20 and 21 - Bildad and Tzofar go at Iyov again implying not too delicately that he is to be counted among the wicked. I share an idea in the second part of the recording that I think can really transform our understanding the book as a whole. Worth a listen! Ch. 19 will follow tomorrow an extension of the idea contained in this chapter. Text here: https://www.sefaria.org/Job.18?lang=bi,https://www.sefaria.org/Job.20?lang=bi, https://www.sefaria.org/Job.21?lang=bi

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The truth behind the priests lecherous legends.By Nakod Apa. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.The PledgeAs was customary, the Temple constables came for Diana early on the day that she came of age; for it was ordained that one who had not been sired by a man was holy and consecrated to the service of the gods, if male to become a priest, if female to serve as a vestal servant; and that they should remain celibate all their years. She wore her finest outfit and did herself up for this big occasion. Today she was accepting a celibate vow and a lifetime of religious duties in the temple and the ministries of the priests. She was stunning, and folks stopped and stared along the streets, as her family procession went by.Diana was named for a great goddess. Her natural beauty was striking. Her inner grace and humility prevented her from any vanity at all.Peaceably Diana bade farewell to her mother but allowed them to follow behind her, to the Temple stronghold, for even had she so wished, there was no way she could escape her fate. She had long known that it was her destiny to become a vestal, as it had been her brother's to become a priest.Shut in a small cell, the hours passed slowly, boringly, as she waited to be given the first initiation step; a red robe of a novice; then be instructed in her duties. At last there came a clatter in the corridor and the sound of a key in the lock. Awkwardly, bearing a tray of food, a tall, young priest entered.“Jon!” She exclaimed in surprise. She jumped up and embraced her brother.“Hush, not so loud, little sister,” he admonished. “I had to bribe the kitchen vestal to allow me to deliver this in her place.”“But how are you, brother? Two years and I've not heard from you. Why have you not written?”“As you will discover it is not permitted for those commanded to the service of The Gods, to communicate with the ones they leave behind.”“Not even their sisters?”“Especially not them, for they might disclose the truth of matters that only The Chosen may know.”“Oh! But I was chosen to become a vestal anyway.”“And now you are not. That's why I came as soon as it was possible. To advise you.”“What do you mean, not to become a vestal? What else can I be?” Diana was confused.Jon paused to gather his thoughts. “Let me first set you aright, for much that we are taught is false; especially, that only those who are married may know and practice sex. Thus it follows that the children of an unmarried woman, like us, must have been conceived without benefit of a man, and are therefore special. Correct?”“Yes, of course.”“It's complete nonsense.”“Then who is our father?”“I know not, except that he must have been a priest.”“But the priests are celibate.”Jon gave a snort. “That is what we are meant to believe. The truth is that a priest may have sex whenever he pleases. I've enjoyed many women in the last two years.”“But where did you, do they, find the women?”“What do you think vestals are for?”“You mean, no I cannot believe it.” Diana was dismayed.“Vestals keep house, but that is secondary. Their main duty is to serve us priests. If you had become a vestal you would have been required to entertain any priest who desired you, and with looks like yours it would not have been long before most would have taken and enjoyed you. Wow, look at you, Diana! You're far more beautiful than I remember! These past two years have been very good to you.”“But what has this to do with being special.”“Well, how do we replace those that go to join the gods? If it were to be with the offspring of priests and vestals it would expose the myth of our purity, and in any case would eventually lead to serious inbreeding. So, at a certain point in their career, each priest is commanded to select from the Common Folk an unmarried woman he fancies, then drug the Eucharist she receives at prayers, divert her to private quarters after mass, then wait for her to pass out. When she finally awakes, she knows nothing of the sexual relations that occurred. But if she conceives, she is publicly esteemed by the priest, for having an immaculate conception. The bastards are the special ones, the replacements, us.”Diana shuddered and studied the floor. “But if I'm not to be a vestal, what am I to be?”“You remember in our lessons they taught us about the war with the nation of Dragonia?”“Yes.”“And how as part of the peace treaty, and to mark our subservience, we are bound to provide an annual tribute?”“Sure.”“What they didn't say was that this tribute is not a tax. That collected tax is diverted to secret clerical treasuries. The actual required Dragonian tribute is only nominal, and takes the form of a maiden. A beautiful young maiden from among the vestals and pledges. She becomes a slave to please and entertain the man who is ruler of Dragonia, The elders have decided that you are to be our tribute for this year.”“But I'm not beautiful.”“Oh my sister, Your humility denies the truth. Everyone else thinks otherwise, and they make the decisions in the Temple. Anyway just accept what comes, for a day or so. It won't be anything serious, at least not until you are given to the Dragonian dictator. I don't know what happens after that. But for now I'll keep an eye out and help where I can. Look, I'll have to go or they'll be wondering where I've disappeared to. Eat that food. Keep your strength up.”Awkwardly Jon leant forward and gave her a brotherly peck on the cheek, then slipped out of the cell door.The InitiationSomewhat perturbed Diana toyed with her food until, some thirty minutes later, two vestals appeared, led her to a room lined with old, cracked tiles, briskly undressed her, bathed her, then clothed her in an ancient red robe.“What happens now,” Diana asked.“You get to be taken to the High Cardinal.” One of the vestals told her. “Come on! He's impatient to know you.”Wearing only his outer dalmatic vesture, the High Cardinal watched as Diana was brought to stand before him. The red shift marking her as a novice was threadbare and at least two sizes too big, only just clinging to the points of her shoulders and leaving bare her slim neck and clavicle. The thin cloth draped itself enticingly around her ample breasts and rippled slightly as she walked, plainly revealing the bulge of her nipples with their dark areola. Her gleaming black hair tumbled down her back in disarray until it nearly touched her tight butt.He said nothing, just looked. He felt his manhood gradually stir and stiffen into readiness. This was one he would relish. Three-and-a-half score years, and more, were behind him but still he had the will and the power to want, ravish and enjoy, although not as often as in his prime. This one would delight him with the softness of those hand filling breasts and the thrusts of his shaft inside her hot, throbbing center. Of the many vestals he'd selected to pleasure him over the years, few had possessed a body to compare with this girl. It was a pity she must be relinquished to the Tribute, but it had to be. At least he would have a use of her before she was sent south.For her part Diana waited uncertainly. The supreme head of the Temple, this holy man, was staring at her most peculiarly. It was as if he wanted, intended, to have her. But no, he couldn't, if Jon was right he could take any woman he wished, so why should he want her? Anyway he was so old. That scrawny neck, those hollow cheeks and drooling lips revolted her. The thought of those liver-spot covered hands roaming across her body, fondling her breasts and caressing her thighs, made her feel sick.“My daughter. It was intended that thou shouldst become a vestal. That our priests, who so devoutly serve the Mighty Gods, might be blessed with some reward for their endeavors by enjoying the pleasures of your body. But on occasion the good of our congregation requires another, higher, sacrifice. We wish it were not so, that we could keep you amongst us, but we must bow before The God's command. Thou art to be our Tribute to The Great Dragon, the ruler of Dragonia, that he may leave us in peace for another year.” The High Cardinal paused, “We do not have to explain, your brother covered it well enough.”“You were listening?”“Do you think we are so imprudent as not to take a few precautions. Of course we heard all that he said, There remains just one item to be confirmed. Your beauty is undeniable, but alone it may not suffice to provide the pleasure to which a ruler is entitled. It is our duty to confirm that you will fully answer his desires.”She was muddled, disjointed, confused. “I don't understand.”Prima Nocta“We must be sure that when he uses you, as a man uses a woman, you will satisfy him. So we must first test your bounty.”“I'm to be mated?”“Yes. It is a chore we will ourselves undertake.”The thought of being taken by him repelled her. His pretense that he was only performing his duty was unconvincing, every word merely echoed his lust for her body.The High Cardinal drew a silk scarf from the pocket of his dalmatic vesture. “But first, since your preference will likely run to youth rather than experience, let us blindfold you. Then you can focus your mind on our skill, not our image.” He fastened the scarf around her eyes.“Now come. Disrobe and let us savor that lovely body with which The Great Gods have blessed you.”What choice did she have? Trembling, she raised her arms and reached behind to unfasten her shift. Lazily it fell to circle her feet. She felt a slight draught caress her body, and shivered as she imagined his eyes on her naked and vulnerable flesh. He would be studying her boobs, her untouched cunni. Tightly she pressed her legs together to hide her nether lips.“Trust us,” he said. “Do all we say and you will have an experience you will never forget.”She managed a faint, “I do not doubt it, Your Grace.”Smiling, pleased with her submissiveness, he looked her up and down, his eyes agleam with desire. His gaze lingering first on her quim with its lush beaver, then on her full, firm tits. His breathing grew harsh, his chest heaved as he reached for her and crushed her to him, the hardness of his erection stabbing her stomach. His palms stroked up and down her back, gently massaging her, feeling the smoothness of her skin; then paused on her hips, slid round to her flat belly and up, up to those adorable boobs. He stopped for a long moment, just cupping them and savoring their firm weight.When he again moved he slowly dragged his palms to and fro across her nipples, feeling them swell, before holding her by the shoulders and easing her to the couch. Firmly he pushed her back until she was lying, her neat buns at the edge, her legs dangling.His hands left her. Diana could hear a rustling, he was removing his dalmatic vesture. Quiet footsteps and she sensed he was beside her again. A light, barely felt touch, brushed her mouth. Her tongue instinctively flicked out to find his finger as he caressed each lip in turn. Then he stroked her cheeks, before dragging his palms down across her chin, her neck, the hollow of her collar bone, smoothing the skin in small circles. When he reached her left breast he pressed gently around the edge spiraling in until he found her bud. It stood high for him to squeeze firmly, sending a bolt of ecstasy straight to her centre. She moaned.The High Cardinal heard her breathing deepen, leant forward and ran his tongue around her other breast. God, she was tasty. His thin lips opened to take her swollen nipple into his mouth. He nipped her with his teeth, sucking her deep.The fingers of his other hand found her cunni. Gently, oh, so gently at first, he stroked her from clit to anus. His fondling grew firmer. He pushed a finger inside to test her dampness, was gratified when she arched her back and pushed her mound into his hand.The scarf was doing its work; she was unable to see him but his heavy breathing and the musky, unmistakable scent of sex was feeding her carnal needs and overcoming her revulsion. Her soft, “Yes, yes,” was music in his ears.“What do you want, my dear?” he asked.Diana barely heard him, all she knew was the rapture of his hands and mouth thrilling her in a way she had never known before. As he rubbed her clit, she began to pant, gave a low moan and dug her nails into his shoulders, then down his back to his hips, instinctively pulling him to her.He held back, in no hurry. She felt him ease himself onto the couch and kneel across her. All the time his tongue licked her nipples, his fingers explored her cunni, testing her wetness but not entering her. Her breathing quickened, she was near to climax. She whimpered, she needed to be filled. He would not let her come. His touch on her swollen cunni lips was feather light, then firm, then light. He seemed to sense her need and to repeatedly rouse and then deny her.She was ready. His fingers parted the soft lips of her center. The helmet of his cock butted them, sliding up and down coating itself with her dampness. He eased away from her, placed a hand to one side to take his weight, his other reaching for her thighs to open her wider before grasping his now totally rigid staff and positioning it at her entrance.She felt it, hard yet soft, probing, pushing her lips apart as the glans slowly entered, forcing deeper and deeper. There was nothing else in the world now but this manhood thrusting, filling, rewarding her. His stroke was slow, his pelvis grinding her clit. She couldn't resist. The tremors started deep inside her then rushed out to explode around his cock.He heard her cry, felt her come, but it was too soon, he wasn't ready yet. He thrust harder, faster; her beauty, her pleasure, her satisfaction were a dim, unimportant memory. All that mattered was his release. His thighs tightened, he shuddered, he whimpered. Hot and hard his seed erupted into her, filling her. He lowered his chest onto her two soft boobs and rested while his heartbeat slowed and the blood drained from his tyrannical probe.Some minutes passed before he rose, resumed his robes and removed the blindfold. “Yes, you will be a worthy Tribute. Would that we had more time to attend to your education ourselves. It would please us greatly to instruct you further. However, the Gods have ordained otherwise. You are required to leave at first light.”“No. Leave that. You deserve better,” he said as she reached to cover herself with the discarded shift. He pulled a cord by the tapestry and she heard the faint chime of a distant bell.The two vestals who had escorted her into his presence entered and genuflected. They were good looking women only a few years older than Diana.“What is the meaning of this rag?” The High Cardinal thrust the shift at them.“But, Your Grace, it is not worth giving her new robes just for the journey. Especially as we are told she will be naked for the presentation ceremony.”“But what if she is seen on the journey. What of her dignity. She deserves your respect. Both of you, remove your robes. Now!”Quaking somewhat at his anger they quickly unfastened their gowns, red with the white edging of senior vestals, and laid them before their feet.“Right,” he turned to Diana, “take your pick. Either should be a reasonable fit.Hesitantly Diana stepped to where, naked, staring at the floor, the two vestals waited. Gingerly she selected the nearest robe and swiftly lowered it over her head, grateful in the draughty room for the residual warmth of it's previous owner.Priest GeorgeThere was a sharp rap on the door. “Come!” Commanded the High Cardinal. The figure that entered was young for a senior priest being but a couple of years older than Diana's brother, but he carried himself with the assurance of one who has already received some prominence in the governing hierarchy.“Ah! George. Well timed.” The High Cardinal frowned at the two Vestals. “We will discuss your performance later. You may withdraw.”Hastily one gathered up the remaining robe and the other the rag that Diana had worn and, still naked, they hurried out of the chamber.“There she is, George,” the old man gestured toward Diana. “You may take her and be on your way. I will expect you back within three weeks.”The young priest bowed his head. “I am honored Your Grace. I will not fail the Gods.” Reaching out he took Diana's hand and drew her from the room.

The truth behind the priests lecherous legends.By Nakod Apa. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.The PledgeAs was customary, the Temple constables came for Diana early on the day that she came of age; for it was ordained that one who had not been sired by a man was holy and consecrated to the service of the gods, if male to become a priest, if female to serve as a vestal servant; and that they should remain celibate all their years. She wore her finest outfit and did herself up for this big occasion. Today she was accepting a celibate vow and a lifetime of religious duties in the temple and the ministries of the priests. She was stunning, and folks stopped and stared along the streets, as her family procession went by.Diana was named for a great goddess. Her natural beauty was striking. Her inner grace and humility prevented her from any vanity at all.Peaceably Diana bade farewell to her mother but allowed them to follow behind her, to the Temple stronghold, for even had she so wished, there was no way she could escape her fate. She had long known that it was her destiny to become a vestal, as it had been her brother's to become a priest.Shut in a small cell, the hours passed slowly, boringly, as she waited to be given the first initiation step; a red robe of a novice; then be instructed in her duties. At last there came a clatter in the corridor and the sound of a key in the lock. Awkwardly, bearing a tray of food, a tall, young priest entered.“Jon!” She exclaimed in surprise. She jumped up and embraced her brother.“Hush, not so loud, little sister,” he admonished. “I had to bribe the kitchen vestal to allow me to deliver this in her place.”“But how are you, brother? Two years and I've not heard from you. Why have you not written?”“As you will discover it is not permitted for those commanded to the service of The Gods, to communicate with the ones they leave behind.”“Not even their sisters?”“Especially not them, for they might disclose the truth of matters that only The Chosen may know.”“Oh! But I was chosen to become a vestal anyway.”“And now you are not. That's why I came as soon as it was possible. To advise you.”“What do you mean, not to become a vestal? What else can I be?” Diana was confused.Jon paused to gather his thoughts. “Let me first set you aright, for much that we are taught is false; especially, that only those who are married may know and practice sex. Thus it follows that the children of an unmarried woman, like us, must have been conceived without benefit of a man, and are therefore special. Correct?”“Yes, of course.”“It's complete nonsense.”“Then who is our father?”“I know not, except that he must have been a priest.”“But the priests are celibate.”Jon gave a snort. “That is what we are meant to believe. The truth is that a priest may have sex whenever he pleases. I've enjoyed many women in the last two years.”“But where did you, do they, find the women?”“What do you think vestals are for?”“You mean, no I cannot believe it.” Diana was dismayed.“Vestals keep house, but that is secondary. Their main duty is to serve us priests. If you had become a vestal you would have been required to entertain any priest who desired you, and with looks like yours it would not have been long before most would have taken and enjoyed you. Wow, look at you, Diana! You're far more beautiful than I remember! These past two years have been very good to you.”“But what has this to do with being special.”“Well, how do we replace those that go to join the gods? If it were to be with the offspring of priests and vestals it would expose the myth of our purity, and in any case would eventually lead to serious inbreeding. So, at a certain point in their career, each priest is commanded to select from the Common Folk an unmarried woman he fancies, then drug the Eucharist she receives at prayers, divert her to private quarters after mass, then wait for her to pass out. When she finally awakes, she knows nothing of the sexual relations that occurred. But if she conceives, she is publicly esteemed by the priest, for having an immaculate conception. The bastards are the special ones, the replacements, us.”Diana shuddered and studied the floor. “But if I'm not to be a vestal, what am I to be?”“You remember in our lessons they taught us about the war with the nation of Dragonia?”“Yes.”“And how as part of the peace treaty, and to mark our subservience, we are bound to provide an annual tribute?”“Sure.”“What they didn't say was that this tribute is not a tax. That collected tax is diverted to secret clerical treasuries. The actual required Dragonian tribute is only nominal, and takes the form of a maiden. A beautiful young maiden from among the vestals and pledges. She becomes a slave to please and entertain the man who is ruler of Dragonia, The elders have decided that you are to be our tribute for this year.”“But I'm not beautiful.”“Oh my sister, Your humility denies the truth. Everyone else thinks otherwise, and they make the decisions in the Temple. Anyway just accept what comes, for a day or so. It won't be anything serious, at least not until you are given to the Dragonian dictator. I don't know what happens after that. But for now I'll keep an eye out and help where I can. Look, I'll have to go or they'll be wondering where I've disappeared to. Eat that food. Keep your strength up.”Awkwardly Jon leant forward and gave her a brotherly peck on the cheek, then slipped out of the cell door.The InitiationSomewhat perturbed Diana toyed with her food until, some thirty minutes later, two vestals appeared, led her to a room lined with old, cracked tiles, briskly undressed her, bathed her, then clothed her in an ancient red robe.“What happens now,” Diana asked.“You get to be taken to the High Cardinal.” One of the vestals told her. “Come on! He's impatient to know you.”Wearing only his outer dalmatic vesture, the High Cardinal watched as Diana was brought to stand before him. The red shift marking her as a novice was threadbare and at least two sizes too big, only just clinging to the points of her shoulders and leaving bare her slim neck and clavicle. The thin cloth draped itself enticingly around her ample breasts and rippled slightly as she walked, plainly revealing the bulge of her nipples with their dark areola. Her gleaming black hair tumbled down her back in disarray until it nearly touched her tight butt.He said nothing, just looked. He felt his manhood gradually stir and stiffen into readiness. This was one he would relish. Three-and-a-half score years, and more, were behind him but still he had the will and the power to want, ravish and enjoy, although not as often as in his prime. This one would delight him with the softness of those hand filling breasts and the thrusts of his shaft inside her hot, throbbing center. Of the many vestals he'd selected to pleasure him over the years, few had possessed a body to compare with this girl. It was a pity she must be relinquished to the Tribute, but it had to be. At least he would have a use of her before she was sent south.For her part Diana waited uncertainly. The supreme head of the Temple, this holy man, was staring at her most peculiarly. It was as if he wanted, intended, to have her. But no, he couldn't, if Jon was right he could take any woman he wished, so why should he want her? Anyway he was so old. That scrawny neck, those hollow cheeks and drooling lips revolted her. The thought of those liver-spot covered hands roaming across her body, fondling her breasts and caressing her thighs, made her feel sick.“My daughter. It was intended that thou shouldst become a vestal. That our priests, who so devoutly serve the Mighty Gods, might be blessed with some reward for their endeavors by enjoying the pleasures of your body. But on occasion the good of our congregation requires another, higher, sacrifice. We wish it were not so, that we could keep you amongst us, but we must bow before The God's command. Thou art to be our Tribute to The Great Dragon, the ruler of Dragonia, that he may leave us in peace for another year.” The High Cardinal paused, “We do not have to explain, your brother covered it well enough.”“You were listening?”“Do you think we are so imprudent as not to take a few precautions. Of course we heard all that he said, There remains just one item to be confirmed. Your beauty is undeniable, but alone it may not suffice to provide the pleasure to which a ruler is entitled. It is our duty to confirm that you will fully answer his desires.”She was muddled, disjointed, confused. “I don't understand.”Prima Nocta“We must be sure that when he uses you, as a man uses a woman, you will satisfy him. So we must first test your bounty.”“I'm to be mated?”“Yes. It is a chore we will ourselves undertake.”The thought of being taken by him repelled her. His pretense that he was only performing his duty was unconvincing, every word merely echoed his lust for her body.The High Cardinal drew a silk scarf from the pocket of his dalmatic vesture. “But first, since your preference will likely run to youth rather than experience, let us blindfold you. Then you can focus your mind on our skill, not our image.” He fastened the scarf around her eyes.“Now come. Disrobe and let us savor that lovely body with which The Great Gods have blessed you.”What choice did she have? Trembling, she raised her arms and reached behind to unfasten her shift. Lazily it fell to circle her feet. She felt a slight draught caress her body, and shivered as she imagined his eyes on her naked and vulnerable flesh. He would be studying her boobs, her untouched cunni. Tightly she pressed her legs together to hide her nether lips.“Trust us,” he said. “Do all we say and you will have an experience you will never forget.”She managed a faint, “I do not doubt it, Your Grace.”Smiling, pleased with her submissiveness, he looked her up and down, his eyes agleam with desire. His gaze lingering first on her quim with its lush beaver, then on her full, firm tits. His breathing grew harsh, his chest heaved as he reached for her and crushed her to him, the hardness of his erection stabbing her stomach. His palms stroked up and down her back, gently massaging her, feeling the smoothness of her skin; then paused on her hips, slid round to her flat belly and up, up to those adorable boobs. He stopped for a long moment, just cupping them and savoring their firm weight.When he again moved he slowly dragged his palms to and fro across her nipples, feeling them swell, before holding her by the shoulders and easing her to the couch. Firmly he pushed her back until she was lying, her neat buns at the edge, her legs dangling.His hands left her. Diana could hear a rustling, he was removing his dalmatic vesture. Quiet footsteps and she sensed he was beside her again. A light, barely felt touch, brushed her mouth. Her tongue instinctively flicked out to find his finger as he caressed each lip in turn. Then he stroked her cheeks, before dragging his palms down across her chin, her neck, the hollow of her collar bone, smoothing the skin in small circles. When he reached her left breast he pressed gently around the edge spiraling in until he found her bud. It stood high for him to squeeze firmly, sending a bolt of ecstasy straight to her centre. She moaned.The High Cardinal heard her breathing deepen, leant forward and ran his tongue around her other breast. God, she was tasty. His thin lips opened to take her swollen nipple into his mouth. He nipped her with his teeth, sucking her deep.The fingers of his other hand found her cunni. Gently, oh, so gently at first, he stroked her from clit to anus. His fondling grew firmer. He pushed a finger inside to test her dampness, was gratified when she arched her back and pushed her mound into his hand.The scarf was doing its work; she was unable to see him but his heavy breathing and the musky, unmistakable scent of sex was feeding her carnal needs and overcoming her revulsion. Her soft, “Yes, yes,” was music in his ears.“What do you want, my dear?” he asked.Diana barely heard him, all she knew was the rapture of his hands and mouth thrilling her in a way she had never known before. As he rubbed her clit, she began to pant, gave a low moan and dug her nails into his shoulders, then down his back to his hips, instinctively pulling him to her.He held back, in no hurry. She felt him ease himself onto the couch and kneel across her. All the time his tongue licked her nipples, his fingers explored her cunni, testing her wetness but not entering her. Her breathing quickened, she was near to climax. She whimpered, she needed to be filled. He would not let her come. His touch on her swollen cunni lips was feather light, then firm, then light. He seemed to sense her need and to repeatedly rouse and then deny her.She was ready. His fingers parted the soft lips of her center. The helmet of his cock butted them, sliding up and down coating itself with her dampness. He eased away from her, placed a hand to one side to take his weight, his other reaching for her thighs to open her wider before grasping his now totally rigid staff and positioning it at her entrance.She felt it, hard yet soft, probing, pushing her lips apart as the glans slowly entered, forcing deeper and deeper. There was nothing else in the world now but this manhood thrusting, filling, rewarding her. His stroke was slow, his pelvis grinding her clit. She couldn't resist. The tremors started deep inside her then rushed out to explode around his cock.He heard her cry, felt her come, but it was too soon, he wasn't ready yet. He thrust harder, faster; her beauty, her pleasure, her satisfaction were a dim, unimportant memory. All that mattered was his release. His thighs tightened, he shuddered, he whimpered. Hot and hard his seed erupted into her, filling her. He lowered his chest onto her two soft boobs and rested while his heartbeat slowed and the blood drained from his tyrannical probe.Some minutes passed before he rose, resumed his robes and removed the blindfold. “Yes, you will be a worthy Tribute. Would that we had more time to attend to your education ourselves. It would please us greatly to instruct you further. However, the Gods have ordained otherwise. You are required to leave at first light.”“No. Leave that. You deserve better,” he said as she reached to cover herself with the discarded shift. He pulled a cord by the tapestry and she heard the faint chime of a distant bell.The two vestals who had escorted her into his presence entered and genuflected. They were good looking women only a few years older than Diana.“What is the meaning of this rag?” The High Cardinal thrust the shift at them.“But, Your Grace, it is not worth giving her new robes just for the journey. Especially as we are told she will be naked for the presentation ceremony.”“But what if she is seen on the journey. What of her dignity. She deserves your respect. Both of you, remove your robes. Now!”Quaking somewhat at his anger they quickly unfastened their gowns, red with the white edging of senior vestals, and laid them before their feet.“Right,” he turned to Diana, “take your pick. Either should be a reasonable fit.Hesitantly Diana stepped to where, naked, staring at the floor, the two vestals waited. Gingerly she selected the nearest robe and swiftly lowered it over her head, grateful in the draughty room for the residual warmth of it's previous owner.Priest GeorgeThere was a sharp rap on the door. “Come!” Commanded the High Cardinal. The figure that entered was young for a senior priest being but a couple of years older than Diana's brother, but he carried himself with the assurance of one who has already received some prominence in the governing hierarchy.“Ah! George. Well timed.” The High Cardinal frowned at the two Vestals. “We will discuss your performance later. You may withdraw.”Hastily one gathered up the remaining robe and the other the rag that Diana had worn and, still naked, they hurried out of the chamber.“There she is, George,” the old man gestured toward Diana. “You may take her and be on your way. I will expect you back within three weeks.”The young priest bowed his head. “I am honored Your Grace. I will not fail the Gods.” Reaching out he took Diana's hand and drew her from the room.

Friday evening at the Varden stage Sunju Hargun laid down his signature shamanic grooves, providing the perfect soundtrack for our beloved forest. Delicately teasing and building the set into a masterclass of full-blown psychedelia, he seamlessly combined mind-bending obscurities and deep cuts from distant niches into one flawless, reality warping trip. Step into the wormhole back to the forest today. Follow: https://soundcloud.com/sunjuhargun https://www.instagram.com/sunjuhargun/ https://www.facebook.com/sunju.aiff https://sunjuhargunmusic.bandcamp.com/ Tickets for the 2025 Festival will be released soon. Be sure to join our waiting list to get your invitation. https://festival.mnmt.no/

Matt Crawford speaks with author toby Brookes about his novel, All That She Brings. Matthew Banks loses his wife in a car crash and his life slowly unravels. A job with a Hartford Insurance company places him with an internal therapist which only compounds his despair. Troubles back in California call him home where he must tend to his mother's downfall and an unexpected confrontation with his estranged father. At wit's end, he meets a homeless prophet on the beach on a moonlit night and learns how to look at life from a new perspective. But ghosts from his past Hartford life soon follow him west, and a far different life begins to unfold. Brookes writes with such nuance and depth that everyone can take something from this read. Delicately writing about trauma and betrayal this is a read that is sure to hit deep.

Taylor Swift released her 11th album on 4/19/24: The Tortured Poets Department, and an expanded double album 2 hours later: The Tortured Poets Department: The Anthology! Even with 31 songs at our fingertips, reviews are mixed between Swifties and the media. This caused a 3rd Amazon Music version doing track by track commentary on the original. "Delicately" sharing my honest review, I recap Taylor's 2023 events, analyze TTPD, and which songs I like from both versions. Theme Song: "Dance Track", composed by Jessica Ann CatenaThe Eras TourTaylor Swift DiscographyRecommendation: The New York Times' Popcast TTPD episode: Video, AudioTaylor Swift - Music Notes with Jess episodes:Ep. 10 - Taylor Swift Top 10 & Her 30thEp. 13 - Top 40 Songs of 2019 (Part 2)Ep. 42 - folklore (Track-by-Track)Ep. 65 - Top 40 Songs of 2020 (Part 2)Ep. 117 - Top 40 Songs of 2021 (Part 2)Ep. 136 - Taylor Swift's "22"Ep. 149 - Taylor Swift's "August"Ep. 150 - VMAs 2022 PredictionsEp. 162 - AMAs 2022 PredictionsEp. 168 - Top 40 Songs of 2022 (Part 1)Ep. 173 - Grammys 2023 PredictionsEp. 191 - 2023's Hot 100 #1s RecapEp. 204 - VMAs 2023 PredictionsEp. 206 - Back To School PlaylistEp. 221- Top 40 Songs of 2023 (Part 2)Ep. 225 - Grammys 2024 PredictionsAlbum Mentions:Ep. 179 - Morgan Wallen Music HistoryEp. 227 - Usher Top 10Ep. 229 - Justin Timberlake's New AlbumEp. 234 - COWBOY CARTER & EvolutionSupport the show

Embark on an enthralling voyage through the cosmos with Tom Paladino, a trailblazer in the field of scalar energy research. This episode promises to unravel the mysteries of a force that permeates our universe, offering insights into an energy form that powers life itself and connects cultures through concepts like chi, prana, and zero-point energy. As we explore these profound principles with Tom, prepare to be captivated by the poetic and artistic threads that unite celestial marvels, the harmonies of classical music, and the timeless verses of the Bible with the fabric of our daily lives.Delicately woven into this cosmic tapestry is Nikola Tesla's electrifying legacy, his vision of energy transmission, and the technological marvels that sprouted from his genius. We pay homage to Tesla's AC triumph, reflect on his peculiar yet brilliant mind, and dream of a future where scalar energy's boundless potential reshapes our world. This is not just a history lesson; it's a glimpse into the possibilities lying dormant, awaiting rediscovery and application in a world thirsty for clean, infinite power sources.The episode culminates with a provocative exploration of scalar energy as a universal intelligence, a concept meshing with both ancient wisdom and cutting-edge quantum physics. We challenge traditional scientific paradigms as Tom Paladino shares controversial yet fascinating ideas on scalar energy's ability to transcend the physical, nurturing our curiosity about teleportation and the transmission of nutrients. Our conversation is a clarion call for open minds and hearts to embrace a journey of discovery, where science meets spirituality, and the future is limited only by our imagination.Thanks for listening. Please check out our website at www.forsauk.com to hear great conversations on topics that need to be talked about. In these times of intense polarization we all need to find time to expand our Frame of Reference.

Ever found yourself yearning for a deeper understanding of what ignites that spark within you? Dr. Teri Baydar, a beacon in the world of consciousness and author of "Flip Your Switch: A User's Guide to a Whole New Mind," joins us to shed light on the transformative power of love consciousness over war consciousness in both our personal lives and corporate environments. Through her health adversities and her rich experience as a leadership coach, Dr. Teri implores us to pivot from cutthroat competition to embracing connectivity and mutual growth. We embark on a mental voyage, navigating the complexities of our own consciousness and the societal constructs that often dictate our happiness and success.Imagine a workplace where productivity doesn't come at the cost of joy, where HR professionals are the torchbearers of a cultural revolution. That's the vision Dr. Teri paints as we discuss the critical role of love consciousness in transforming organizational structures. Delicately balancing our professional, personal, and private personas, we explore strategies to invite our full humanity into our workspaces. This episode is a rallying cry for leaders and HR mavens to embrace servant leadership, backed by research showing the undeniable benefits of such a shift towards engagement and organizational triumph.To cap off our exploration, we're reminded of the importance of listening to our higher self—the 'Damon'—for wisdom that often transcends logic. Dr. Teri's insights serve as a compass for those in HR to initiate vital changes, promoting well-being and efficiency. As a final takeaway, we offer you direct access to transformative knowledge with Dr. Teri's book, and we encourage you to reach out and connect on this journey to a fuller, more enlightened self. Don't miss the chance to elevate your life's narrative through the wisdom shared in today's episode.Support the showRebel HR is a podcast for HR professionals and leaders of people who are ready to make some disruption in the world of work. Please connect to continue the conversation! https://twitter.com/rebelhrguyhttps://www.facebook.com/rebelhrpodcasthttp://www.kyleroed.comhttps://www.linkedin.com/in/kyle-roed/

In this football language podcast we look back at some of the language to describe the four first leg quarter finals of the Champions league which are all delicately poised - all eight sides feel they still have a chance of qualifying for the semi finals. The post Learn English Through Football Podcast: Delicately Poised – 2024 Champions League Quarter Finals appeared first on Learn English Through Football.

Are you living your piety for the right reasons, or are you caught in the allure of human praise? Discover the profound truths of genuine faith as we journey through Lent with Bishop Jacques Bossuet. On our 14th day of reflection, we tackle the nuanced teachings of Christ regarding the practice of our Christian righteousness. Delicately balancing the command to let our light shine and the caution against hypocritical piety, this podcast offers a meditation that strikes at the heart of our spiritual intentions. As we navigate the complexities of faith in action, we ponder the valuable lesson that our actions should not seek the fleeting approval of others but the enduring affirmation of our heavenly Father.Join me, your guide, through these moments of introspection as we delve into the purpose behind our piety and the ultimate reward that awaits us. Bishop Bossuet's meditation prompts us to examine the sincerity underlying our Lenten observances. Allow your heart to be stirred by the reminder that the Father who sees in secret is the true witness to our deeds. Embrace the call to a hidden life in Christ, where the noise of the world fades, and the gentle gaze of God becomes our sole desire. Through this episode, find solace and strength in a piety that pleases not men but God alone.Support the show********************************************************https://www.avoidingbabylon.comLocals Community: https://avoidingbabylon.locals.comRSS Feed for Podcast Apps: https://feeds.buzzsprout.com/1987412.rssSpiritusTV: https://spiritustv.com/@avoidingbabylonOdysee: https://odysee.com/@AvoidingBabylon

Ben & Rob reconnect with each other over ‘Past Lives', Celine Song's directorial debut starring Greta Lee, Teo Yoo and John Magaro. It's distributor A24 are better known for their independent horror movies, but this foray into romance has been cleaning up at awards shows all over the planet as well as making a tidy profit for them. ‘Past Lives' tells the story of two kids separated by emigration to opposite sides of the planet, reconnecting as adults and questioning the role they play in each other's lives. Weaving a beautiful tale of what-ifs and missed chances, ‘Past Lives' is an almost impossibly well made film for a debut feature that keeps the audience engaged with delicate, subtle performances from it's three leads.Will Nora and Hae Sung come together in love after so many years apart? Are they best off leaving it as a penpal style friendship? And when will Nora's slightly too accepting husband whip out the video recorder? CONSUUUME to find out all this and much, much more!PLUS! Extra content we didn't have time for in the audio only episode now available on our YouTube channel at the link below!Find us on your socials of choice or WATCH this episode at www.linktr.ee/everymovieeverpodcast

This week, we embark on a journey to Brighton to talk to Allan Brown about his profound connection with nettles. Allan's unwavering commitment to crafting a garment from inception unfolded against the backdrop of his local woodlands, where the unassuming nettle became a transformative medium.Delicately harvesting and methodically drying the plants, the meticulous process of extracting fibres and skillfully spinning them into thread, culminating in the weaving of cloth and the creation of a dress — a testament to the resolute spirit of one man's quest.Allan's odyssey is now encapsulated in the cinematic portrayal, "The Nettle Dress." Through this film, he not only shares the intricacies of his undertaking but also delves into the profound background, reflective thoughts, and therapeutic nuances of the spinning process. Join us as we navigate the tapestry of Allan's journey, a story woven with threads of dedication, mindfulness, and the profound beauty found in the simplicity of nature.You can find Allan on Instagram as @hedgerow.couture Full info about The Nettle Dress film is on the web at nettledress.org and on Instagram as @nettledressfilmGarmology is by Nick Johannessen. There is no advertising or sponsorship, but you are welcome to support the podcast via my Patreon at patreon.com/garmology or you can  buymeacoffee.com/garmologyNick Johannessen is also the editor of the WellDressedDad blog and WellDressedDad on Instagram. You can email Nick as Garmology (at) WellDressedDad.com.Garmology theme music by Fabian Stordalen.

Dr. John Vervaeke and Johannes Niederhauser delve deep into the complex and intricate philosophy of Martin Heidegger. They cover a range of topics that unveil the nuances of 'being' and 'time', pulling from Heidegger's seminal work, "Being and Time," to shed light on contemporary questions of existence, meaning, and wisdom. With Niederhauser's specialized background in Heideggerian philosophy and Vervaeke's multi-disciplinary approach, the duo explores the limitations of traditional metaphysics, the crisis in philosophy, and the nature of time, all within the larger quest for cultivating wisdom. They bring a fresh lens to examine how phenomenology, metaphysics, and ontological questions interlace with modern-day issues. From a conversation on the dual nature of truth and untruth to discussing Heidegger's influence on cognitive science, this episode is a treasure trove for anyone yearning for a profound intellectual engagement.   Resources:   John Vervaeke: Website | Patreon | Facebook | X | YouTube Johannes Niederhauser: Patreon | Courses | X | YouTube   The Vervaeke Foundation   Books  Heidegger on Death and Being: An Answer to the Seinsfrage - Johannes Achill Niederhauser Being and Time - Martin Heidegger    Miscellaneous   Lou Andreas-Salomé - Wikipedia   Timecodes 00:00:07 — Dr. John Vervaeke introduces his esteemed guest, Johannes Niederhauser, underscoring their mutual passion for the practice of philosophia and the cultivation of wisdom. 00:01:06 — Vervaeke uncloaks the episode's central theme: a deep dive into the challenging but pivotal tenets of philosopher Martin Heidegger's oeuvre. 00:01:22 — Johaness Niederhauser sets the stage with a succinct autobiography, touching on his specialized PhD in Martin Heidegger and his venture into digital education through his online academy. 00:03:02 — Vervaeke offers an academic endorsement of Niederhauser's course on Heidegger's seminal work "Being and Time," thereby contextualizing the ensuing dialogue. 00:04:28 — Delicately navigating the complexity of Heidegger's "Being and Time," Vervaeke emphasizes the hermeneutical phenomenological approach as crucial for a nuanced understanding. 00:05:50 — Niederhauser responds in agreement, postulating that philosophy is an ever-preparatory discipline engaged in a perpetual quest for meaning and understanding. 00:08:35 — Both Niederhauser and Vervaeke grapple with traditional interpretations of 'being,' pointing out their limitations and gaps. 00:09:37 — Vervaeke disrupts conventional wisdom by arguing that conceptualizing 'being' as a set of individual entities is a fundamental error in understanding. 00:10:25 — Niederhauser critiques the notion of "the perfect entity," calling it a flawed conceptualization of 'being.' 00:11:32 — Niederhauser ponders the vagueness and lack of depth in traditional discourse surrounding the concept of 'being,' urging for a reevaluation. 00:12:20 — Vervaeke raises the unanswered question of what remains after one dismisses traditional interpretations of 'being.' 00:13:55 — Niederhauser invokes the term "Delon" from Heidegger's "Being and Time" and delves into its layers of meaning, particularly its representation of the 'obvious.' 00:15:15 — Niederhauser stresses the need for each generation to revisit and reinterpret the existential question of 'being.' 00:16:30 — Niederhauser explores the overlooked relationship between time and being, underscoring the intricacies that have escaped scholarly attention. 00:17:02 — Vervaeke counters by invoking the paradox of understanding time, referenced from Augustine, and linking it to Greek and Heideggerian perspectives. 00:25:12 — Vervaeke maneuvers through the nexus of metaphysics, Hegelian dialectics, and phenomenology to lay out the different philosophical grounds Heidegger navigated. 00:43:00 — Niederhauser explicates Heidegger's notion of "being in the world" as an alternate form of intelligibility that transcends mere propositional knowledge. 00:55:35 — Niederhauser introduces the Heideggerian concept of Das Man, cautioning against its risk of institutionalizing philosophy, thereby obscuring its purpose and function. 01:01:40 — Vervaeke reimagines love as a profound engagement with the three dimensions of time, integrating it into the ongoing discussion on 'being' and Heidegger. 01:26:12 — Johannes Niederhauser articulates the moral imperative of returning to Plato's cave, emphasizing the roles of compassion and renewed understanding in this philosophical journey. 01:28:20 — Vervaeke unpacks the fascinating notion of continual transcendence, likening it to the multi-layered experience of love and the enigmatic nature of time. 01:30:39 — Niederhauser addresses the often daunting barriers to accessing and understanding philosophical tradition, laying bare the challenges and potential solutions.  

Grab your knife and fork (and maybe a doggie bag)! Your cool cats of  culinary adventure are breaking down some of the world's delicacies. Support the showFor complete show notes, go to Shayne.Fun/bt. Follow Beer Thursday on Instagram so you can enjoy Jay's brilliant beer photography and join the convo next time we go live! Please support us on the Beer Thursday Patreon page! The next 18 Great Human Beings will get access to the Beer Thursday Facebook group at the $5 level. Never miss an episode and help us take you to the top with us by subscribing and leaving a 5-Star review on your favorite podcasting app: Apple Podcasts Listen on Amazon Music Spotify Stitcher Google Podcasts iHeartRadio

Brace yourself for a heart-wrenching journey through grief, jealousy, and forgiveness as we converse with Naja, a 60-year-old translator from Denmark. Delicately navigating through an emotional labyrinth, Naja shares how her life took an unexpected turn after her husband's cancer diagnosis, the turbulence introduced by his ex-girlfriend's involvement, and the profound anxiety that enveloped them. This isn't just Naya's story; it's an honest portrayal of the human spirit grappling with the complexities of emotions when faced with a life-threatening illness in a loved one.In the throes of her husband's illness, Naja found herself walking a tightrope of loyalty, boundaries, and conflict of interest. As the ex-girlfriend entered their life, an emotional whirlwind ensued, stirring up unresolved feelings and straining their relationship. But this narrative isn't just about surviving the storm; it's about the aftermath, the unfinished business, the longing for reconciliation, and the path to forgiveness that Naja courageously embarked on, even after her husband's abrupt departure.As we reach the climax of Naja's story, she takes us through her emotional journey of forgiveness. Influenced by the work of Anita Moorjani, she grapples with her husband's past actions and bids him a final farewell. This isn't just a story; it's a testament to the power of grace, mercy, personal growth, and the transformative strength of forgiveness. Listen closely as Naja illuminates the resilience of the human spirit, revealing its capacity for growth and healing, even under the most daunting circumstances.I'm excited to announce a new resource I'm very proud of. This guide outlines the four daily practices I discovered on my grief journey. These techniques have helped dozens of my clients. Get it free today.GEMS- 4 Steps To Go From Grief To Joy I've been studying Near Death Experiences for many years now. I am 100% convinced they are real. In this short, free ebook, I not only explain why I believe NDEs are real, I share some of the universal secrets brought back by people who have had them.https://www.grief2growth.com/ndelessonsSupport the show

The Bank of England, alongside other Central Banks say they are being data dependent as they try to balance interest rates, inflation, growth and employment. So the latest from the UK ONS revealed that the UK economy delivered its strongest quarterly growth in more than a year, a surprising show of resilience that will keep … Continue reading "The UK Economy Is Delicately Placed! [Podcast]"

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England have wrestled their way back into the series in Headingley. The loss forces Australia to ask some uncomfortable questions. Has Marsh demanded another call-up after an incredible century? Has Warner had his big final moment? And a bigger question, has Australia's Ashes chances gone to shit now that Nathan Lyon is out? Follow Adam Zwar on twitter: https://twitter.com/adamzwar See Wil live: https://comedy.com.au/tour/wil-anderson-2023/  Patreon, merch, and more from the TOFOP universe: https://linktr.ee/TOFOP See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

A change in the weather during the third day at Edgbaston brought about a crash of wickets, and with little to choose between the teams, a tight finish is in prospect. Simon Hughes and Simon Mann report and hear from Ian Botham about the way he seized the Edgbaston Test in 1981 Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Wine: 2020 Main Divide Riesling, North Canterbury $21.99  Why I chose it:  - Riesling is the best value NZ wine  - It is an exceptionally good wine  - Main Divide (Pegasus Bay) is a top Riesling producer  What does it taste like?  - Medium-dry riesling with the delicate aroma of white wildflowers and flavours that suggest lime and apricot. Delicately luscious wine with appealing purity and a lingering finish. Great value at this price.  Why it's a bargain:  - Great wine at a competitive price  Where can you buy it?  - Whisky and More, Waikato $16.99, The Good Wine Co, Auckland $17.99, Fine Wine Delivery Company, Auckland $17.99, First Glass Wines and Spirits $17.99  Food match?  - Great on its own without the complication of food. Onion tart is my favourite. Hawaian Pizza is also a good match.  Will it keep?  - I prefer fresh, youthful Riesling but they can become quite interesting with age – mellow and toasty. See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

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On April 8, 2023 (Saturday), 3/4 of the target number of songs for this project will be achieved. Taking that opportunity, I plan to change the thumbnail for each song on soundcloud. I plan to change it to an image of a Japanese anime woman that I feel is pretty good these days. It has already been used in the music video below. Please take a look if you like. Today's music video with beautiful anime girl with her face animations here.. https://youtu.be/-w9xN0nKcM0 #3374: Mar. 11, 2023: Blazing our behind the leaves that delicately shine (this title is from "The Tales of Miyazawa Kenji") Today's pure primal piano music here. Happy if this music makes you feel peaceful.. : ) Looking for absolute natural beauty every day for Piano Ten Thousand Leaves. Target number is 4536 and 3374(74.4%) achieved today. Find my project.. : ) This piece may might have good 1/f fluctuation characteristic although I stopped investigating it each piece. I'm now making Archive site of Piano Ten Thousand Leaves project by utilizing #wordpress. Basically nice direction I've already gotten.. : ) Currently 1100 pieces already achieved. But this week I need to do something else, so I'm going to stop this task for a bit. ######## NEW 23rd SELECTION ALBUM JUST RELEASED ######## "Golden Light" - the 23rd selection album of piano ten thousand leaves Youtube: Full(20 songs, 50 minutes) and Free 4K Video with Super Beautiful Motion Graphics of Artgrid https://youtu.be/3Gc813k8eec Youtube: Digest of "Golden Light" music video. 12 minutes in 4K https://youtu.be/GB7oBTB0yOo spotify https://open.spotify.com/album/6kJ3Xoy0jSjx1AmUNyKu6T apple music https://music.apple.com/jp/album/golden-light-piano-ten-thousand-leaves-volume-23/1662304120 amazon music https://www.amazon.com/music/player/albums/B0BRJ258Z7?&_encoding=UTF8&tag=tcjaz-22&linkCode=ur2&camp=247&creative=1211 Line Music https://music.line.me/webapp/album/mb0000000002b2e80a AWA https://s.awa.fm/album/948948aecf74cfc9ee19 Other Every music streaming services in the world https://linkco.re/QebcGtzF?lang=en

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In this episode, BVR Mohan Reddy, Founder Chairman of CYIENT, sits down with Pari Natarajan, CEO, Zinnov to discuss the nuances of his incredible entrepreneurial journey, how he built the billion-dollar CYIENT to provide Engineering Services to the world, from India, and how leaders like him can help further the start-up ecosystem by paying it forward for future entrepreneurs. They also delve into how employee, investor, and customer relationships are crucial to running a successful company and how today's entrepreneurs must carve our their niche categories with care and foresight. Delicately balancing employees and customers is the key to bringing about a harmonious business environment. How CYIENT was able to build a global company with this balance has been a phenomenal, impactful journey. Catch these two leaders in conversation about building Engineering Services for the world, from India.

Delicately adorn your wrists and necks for a plan of seduction. Ensure parental advisory as we cover the Orphan films this week. Quid Pro Mo brought to you by FilmBusters.Tasty links below...Site: https://fyrpodcast.comApple: https://itunes.apple.com/us/podcast/for-your-reference/id1453532214Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/ForYourReferenceTwitter: https://twitter.com/ForYourRefPodInsta: https://www.instagram.com/foryourrefpodYouTube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC6oOmo_3tzdD0VtBzt2d0JA

Talk about a bad apple. Thanks to one dental chain our industry has suffered another black mark. How do you handle patients who are angry and mistrustful? Delicately and with your own safety in mind. We then traveled from Indiana to California for what I thought was a timely story but I was duped! It was a recycled article but we still had a good time with it. Enjoy!    This is what we want you to chew on:   A dental chain closes shop but keeps all the moolah. Not cool.  Offices need to prepare for the possibility of workplace violence. It's not overkill to have a disaster or armed shooter practice drill. Corporations and schools have them. Your employees are important.  The CA prison system is getting rid of dentists and utilizing hygienists to treat inmates. (NOTE: this story had apparently been recycled on a site. It is NOT a current news story. Sorry I didn't catch that earlier.) Resources/Links from Show:    Indiana attorney general reaches $2M settlement with dental practice accused of falsely charging patients Crocodile Dundee You Call That A Knife? 1080p Affidavit: Shooter had history of being difficult patient at Tyler dental clinic PDF: Archived version of the prison dentist story Links **If you like the show then I'd appreciate a good rating. Tell your friends. Even podcasters ask for referrals!** Connect with Kevin on his IG page and at IgniteDDS.com Connect with Teresa on her IG page and on Facebook    

What's up to my classy Colorado river toads and cackling coatis! Welcome back to the BNP everyone and thank you for joining! To my patrons: you all are the guava in my chutney and the succulence in my aloe: you are appreciated. Strap in folks, we got a wild ride this week! Zany audio tidbits? ¡Por supuesto! Delicately seasoned veggies with a rich and nuanced flavor profile? You bet your ass! Topics this week range far and wide and include: thoughts on incorporating movement into our meditation practice, the mushrooms that grow even in the desert (and the underground mycelial mat that connects the flora of the landscape and locks moisture and nutrients in the soil), and the head-scratching implications of the vast under-counting of volcanic CO2 emissions into the atmosphere. As well, I include a recent Yak Fest segment where Dr. Sylvie and I break down the totally bizarre "portal opening ceremony" for the Gotthard Base Tunnel in Switzerland in 2016. Folks, we're talking global elites taking videos of young people rolling around in their undies, people dressed like goats pretending to rut and naked women wearing giant baby masks and hawk's wings descending from the roof. Need I say more? Help keep me on the air and guarantee some kundalini tingle sessions for yourself this month by signing up to be a beloved patrons at: www.patreon.com/noetics.Or you can make a one time donation at https://www.buymeacoffee.com/noetics.Can haz yacht? No? Well can haz followers then? BNP on IG at barbarian_noeticsPlease don't forget to rate, review, subscribe and to please spread the word and tell a friend about the BNP this week! Thank you!Until next week, be fabulous to one another,be DABulous to yourself, And treat a pupper nice on Thurs. Will bring good luck. Arf.One Love,little raven kawwwwTRACKLIST FOR THIS EPISODE Emil Rottmayer - Time Part 2Fractal Man - Driving Lessons Dykotomi - Corvid CrunkBootleg Boy - Raining in Osaka (Lo Fi Mix)Kabaka Pyramid - Babylon Falling DownBarbara Mason - I Need LoveJake Angel Beats - Wild and Free Country Type BeatRodger Collins - Foxy Girls in OaklandBCalm - Elements (Lo Fi Mix)Mariya Takeuchi - Plastic Love 竹内 まりやEast Flatbush Project - Tried by 12Cormac - Somewhere Where Life is Slow (Lo Fi Mix)Norida Ikeya - Dream In The StreetLINKS https://desertreport.org/the-desert-under-our-feet-an-extraordinary-biological-web-that-serves-us-in-countless-ways/https://principia-scientific.com/a-volcano-eruption-can-emit-more-co2-than-all-humanity-why-worry/Support the show

Cleverness is Sexy - Listen to the PodcastThe Rise of the NerdAlice is an exceptionally brainy young woman who's pursued her academic interests to the exclusion of almost everything else in life. There will, she reasons, on the verge of her 23rd birthday with the MA she's strived so hard to attain almost completed, be plenty of time to pursue other interests later. Travelling perhaps, a life outside the university library, something mundane as clothes shopping for goodness sake.Used to being an outsider - teacher's pet, nerd, bookworm and swot are familiar, frequently uncomplimentary descriptions - Alice embraces her geek status with pride.Sure, she attends the occasional post graduate party, more out of a sense of obligation than any real enthusiasm, blokes her own age don't really do it for Alice. Seemingly either intimidated by her intellect or determined to brag to their mates they've ‘scored a nerd' it really isn't worth the hassle. Being one of very few scholarship entrants among so many private school educated peers doesn't help her social integration either.The invitation to join the college quiz team is an entirely different prospect, both a challenging intellectual test and, best of all, the chance to meet Giles Knighton, celebrity quizmaster (‘QM'), of the TV series ‘Battle of the Brightest'. This popular programme involves a collection of brains the size of Mars competing for, well, since you ask, an engraved glass bowl. No cash prize, no foreign holiday, simply a public validation of higher education.You see Alice secretly fancies Giles; she's minimal experience of such matters but something about the way he solemnly utters the phrase “five point penalty” when an over eager contestant answers prematurely makes her damp with desire. So much so that in recent months she's had a bizarre recurring dream of being summoned to his office where the QM, dramatically stretching each syllable, insists Alice pay a pen-al-ty and then spanks her across his knee.Where on earth did that idea come from? Never smacked by her impeccably liberal parents as a child and top of her class each year she was a regular goody two shoes. Is spanking even a thing, Alice wonders? Oh! Apparently it is and that's a question she won't be asking Google again anytime soon…The quiz show is filmed over three consecutive days at a London TV studio with overnight stays in a posh hotels - luxury after years in grotty student housing - culminating in a grand final, followed by a winners' dinner with Giles.On the first day of competition Alice, an avid fan of the show, doesn't share her teammate's nerves. This assurance momentarily leads to over confidence when she impulsively answers before the QM has even finished a question. Wrongly it turns out, he looks directly at her - just like in the dream. “Five point penalty,” says the QM solemnly and Alice becomes simultaneously mortified and excited. Perhaps she's mistaken but it subsequently seems the QM's focus is on her whenever she looks up. One of the production team also notices and nods to a colleague.“QM's got one of the students on his radar”“Well we know where that's going,” comes the amused reply.Day two, Alice's team aces the quarter and semis to secure a place in the play-off. Filming is through by early afternoon, allowing everyone time to prepare for tomorrow.Alice belatedly realises she's woefully underdressed; her default outfit of hoodie and jeans really doesn't work on camera. Aware of the QM's burgeoning interest she knows that while cleverness is sexy - an aphrodisiac in its own right - it might not be enough to keep him focussed. Her appearance urgently needs a revamp, but purchasing new clothes is intimidating; supercilious assistants, too much choice and a budget of next to nothing posing seemingly insuperable problems. Without much hope she seeks sartorial salvation in a nearby upmarket charity shop.Alice selects a dress and in the course of trying it on gets chatting to the manager, Hannah, fortuitously an aficionado of the quiz show, who quickly grasps her dilemma.“You've a good figure, don't hide it by dressing like my Gran,” she says bluntly, but not unkindly. “What about this LBD?” What about that little black dress! Even Alice, a fashion ingénue, immediately appreciates the flattering fit.“How to accessorise?” muses Hannah. “Bare legs look OK, how does someone who's always reading get such a tan?”“I read on the lawn…”“I kind of walked into that answer,” her smile warms Alice's heart. “Now, do you own any make up?”“A bit, I only really use lipstick - if I remember,” replies our heroine.Hannah sighs indulgently. “Let me see; good shade, suits your auburn hair - and you really should wear that down. Let me give you a quick 101 on eyeliner and mascara to make you appear a little less Goth like on screen.“Voila,” she says a few minutes later, “Reckon you can do the same tomorrow?”“Of course,” Alice is a quick, if not modest, study.“On to shoes, you don't look like a heels girl, what about these silver flats?”Alice sighs: “They're lovely, but the dress costs all the money I have.”“No problem,” responds Hannah, radiating positivity. “Borrow them.” She grins wickedly, “ensuring I definitely get to see you again when you drop them back.“Try this as well,” Hannah adds as an afterthought, taking the chunky red necklace she's wearing and fastening the costume jewellery around Alice's neck. Her touch is warm and intimate, sparking an unexpected jolt of electricity. “Lovely, I quite fancy you myself, now go and slay ‘em girl.”Burbling heartfelt thanks and struggling to contain confused emotions Alice returns to the studios a woman transformed.The QM's transparently obvious double take when he first catches sight of her new look is priceless. Unsurprisingly her team make it to the final, its closing minutes a tense, toing and froing of academic prowess with Alice's university ultimately victorious. The subsequent valedictory dinner passes in a blur and an unaccustomed intake of wine. Afterwards, with practiced nonchalance and just as the film crew had predicted, the QM invites Alice to his room, “for a nightcap.”Giles is both erudite and entertaining, confidently radiating masculinity as he ushers her towards the sofa. He pours the Perrier - no more alcohol for Alice tonight she decides - and brushes, plausibly accidentally, against her breasts. For her part she's impressed but not overawed, Alice fully intends to get fucked tonight.“You look lovely,” ventures the QM, loins stiffening as he delivers the compliment. “Played the final round superbly, and no penalty points”.Bingo! Alice flushes, clamping her thighs together in a futile attempt to suppress a familiar frisson of carnal excitement.“Those words seem to produce a dramatic physical affect,” he continues. “What do they make you think of Alice?”“Being bad,” she replies tentatively.“I see,” responds the QM calmly, “and what do you suppose happens to bad girls?”“Since I'm never naughty I wouldn't know,” she answers spiritedly.“Something made you blush during the contest whenever someone incurred a penalty point…” The QM won't let Alice off the hook.“In my imagination bad girls get spanked,” Alice's voice drops to a whisper.“And in reality?”“I think that's up to you, quiz master.”“Then you'd better get across my knee.”Obediently and unhesitatingly she obeys. Unhurriedly Giles pulls the LBD tight across her delightfully pert posterior, eliciting a sharp of intake of breath from his putative spankee. Grasps the hem and inches it up slender thighs until the full expanse of her bottom is revealed.“Surprisingly racy knickers for a geek girl,” he observes.“You should see my bra.”“I rather thank I eventually shall. They are of course coming down,” he adds tugging the panties to her knees. “Naughty females are always spanked on their bare bottom.”He waits, allowing a palpable tension to build; Alice turns her head, gives him a questioning look. Giles leans in, lifting her chin, they kiss long and hard, this first intimate contact abruptly interrupted when his palm strikes her right buttock. The springy skin shimmers sensually under the impact; Alice yelps as her left cheek receives similar treatment. He alternates from side to side and a cumulative smart begins to suffuse Alice's burning bottom.Giles places a restraining hand in the small of her back, she's helpless, forced to submit and completely in thrall to the moment as red marks appear on her buttocks and thighs.She squirms across his lap, soaring to previously unrevealed heights of sexual stimulation until the QM eventually stops; chivalrously helping Alice, heat radiating from her blush-pink posterior, to stand, the wet evidence of her arousal abundantly apparent.The QM reaches forward but a newly emboldened Alice bids him wait. “Stay still,” she murmurs, “let's see what we have here.” Deftly she frees his erect member. “Well,” Alice muses aloud, “not that I'm any expert but I 'd say that was pretty impressive. Do you have a condom?”Blithely thinking all females to 'be on the pill', the QM hasn't considered this eventuality. “Don't worry,” says Alice, “as usual I've done my lesson preparation.” She produces a small packet from under an exotic bra strap and slips a sheath over his straining erection. “Something I learned from Youtube,” she reveals proudly, “always good to put theory into practice.”There's a subtle change in the balance of power. She stands, he sits; Alice, aware of the QM's evident desire to possess her, knows instinctively she's gained control.“Right,” she says softly, “let's see what you can do Mr Knight - or should I say, Professor?” Giles is past caring, in thrall to an atavistic desire to penetrate this entrancing, rosy-bottomed vision almost within his grasp.Alice straddles him, sliding the tip of his cock between labia slick with her own juices. Delicately she lowers herself, engages the head and then pauses. Apart from a couple of drunken student fumbles - painfully groped tits, ineptly prodded pussy - this is her first time.Giles moves to hold her hips and Alice lightly slaps his hand away. “I decide when,” she murmurs reproachfully. Slowly she takes him deeper inside.“So tight,” Giles sighs with pleasure. Alice bends to kiss him, lifts his hands to her hard-nippled breasts, literally in a position to permit or deny his orgasm. She clenches her pelvic floor muscles.“Tight,” Alice muses absently, “and after all my practice with a vibrator…” Enough teasing, her need for release can't be delayed. Alice moves up and down, taking his full length; changes pace, slides languorously back and forth, increasing the pressure on her clitoris and sending Giles to seventh heaven.“I'm coming,” moans Giles, unable to hold back as his cock spasms, flooding her pussy.“Yes!” shrieks Alice, for once totally uninhibited. Overcome by intense waves of sensation, trembling and moaning, she climaxes too.When the pleasurable aftershocks finally subside she submissively kneels on the bed, is spanked hot and ready with a clothes brush, taken vigorously from behind and ecstatically reaches a second crescendo.Alive with the stamina of youth and unsure of post-coital etiquette Alice leaves a polite thank you note and creeps out while Giles is still asleep early next morning.Her first stop is the charity shop, to return those shoes.“Hi, I'm sort of Cinderella in reverse,” she laughs.Hannah greets her with a congratulatory hug that quickly transmutes into ardent kisses, hands eagerly exploring each other's bodies. “There's the necklace too,” adds Alice, eyes shining, alive to entirely new erotic possibilities.“A gift darling, I want you to keep it on.” Hannah walks to the door, locks it and turns the sign to 'closed'. She leads Alice to the back of the shop. “But take everything else off and open those lovely legs wide for me - there's something else I want to do for you…”Giles is wise enough to understand this to be a 'one night only' encounter but they remain on good terms. Alice gains a PHD and the QM generously introduces her to a network of influential media folk. Since her quiz appearance proved a big hit with the viewing public she soon gets work presenting TV science programmes and a parallel career ensues.A year later Alice concludes a lecture and waves to Hannah in the audience. They have a date with a gorgeous astrophysicist from the University of Accra and the enticing promise of an exciting evening. Remember, cleverness is sexy.by LaurelAspen for Literotica. -

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Previously on Saga of the Jewels:Seventeen-year-old Ryn’s hometown is attacked by General Vorr of the Empire and everyone he has ever known is killed. Just before he dies, Ryn’s father gives him a ruby, which causes him to project fire. Ryn is captured by the Empire and meets another captive, Princess Nuthea, who has the ability to project lightning. Nuthea explains to him that the Empire have learned of the existence of twelve Primeval Jewels which grant the ability to manipulate different elements, and are searching for them. The Imperial vessel where they are being held is in turn attacked by a pirate airship, and the pirates capture Ryn and Nuthea. The lead pirate, Captain Sagar, agrees to escort Nuthea back to her homeland, and to spare Ryn’s life, in exchange for the promise of gold, gemstones and beautiful women upon her safe delivery. However, in the battle with the Empire Sagar’s ship’s engineer has been killed. They land in the port city of Ast and recruit a new engineer called Elrann. Ast is then attacked by the Empire, who are using the Fire Ruby to invade the continent and search for more of the Jewels. Ryn confronts General Vorr, his parents’ murderer on whom he has vowed to enact revenge, and only narrowly escapes with the help of his new friends. Ryn, Nuthea, Sagar and Elrann flee the city of Ast together, but are then attacked by a bounty hunter. They manage to subdue the bounty hunter but Nuthea is gravely wounded in the process. Ryn beats Sagar to the hunter’s mount and rushes Nuthea to the nearest town where he finds a healer, a mysterious old man who saves Nuthea’s life with his arts. The trio are attacked by the Empire, who now have a bounty on Nuthea, but Elrann and Sagar arrive just in time to rescue them, the captive bounty hunter still in tow.Episode 9: Party of Six?The chocobo could only move at a brisk trot with three people on its back, but that didn’t matter as they’d left their assailants in total disarray. After his battle with the soldiers Ryn could barely run to keep up alongside it anyway. The old man didn’t move very fast either. Sagar sat upright on the chocobo next to Nuthea and the bounty hunter, clutching his wounded arm. The only person who seemed to have much strength left among them was Elrann, though she was still shaken from the sudden invasion of Imfis by the Empire, as far as Ryn could tell.When they’d made it a good way back into the woods outside Nonts and Ryn was satisfied that they hadn’t been pursued, he stopped them in a small clearing of beech trees. He, Elrann and the old man carefully lifted Nuthea down from the chocobo and lay her on the ground, then did the same with the gagged and bound bounty hunter, then helped Sagar down.Nuthea was the priority. Although Ryn’s heart had stopped palpitating when the old man had pronounced that she was going to live, she still hadn’t woken up and his heart was still beating faster than usual. He knelt down next to the princess. The old man had applied a fresh bandage from his bag to her abdomen and, mercifully, this one was not drenched in blood. Blood still stained her disheveled dress around it, though. Her face was still very pale--though Ryn fancied he could see a faint pinkness returning to her proud cheeks already--and frozen in a disapproving pout. Even unconscious she looked like she was about to deliver a lecture. “Is she going to be alright?” Ryn asked.“Yes,” the old man said plainly. “She should wake up soon.”The healer gently placed a hand on Nuthea’s forehead, closed his eyes and whispered something. He withdrew his hand.First, nothing. Then a flicker of consciousness passed across Nuthea’s face and she began to stir, wrinkling up her nose and frowning even more deeply. The pinkness in her cheeks grew warmer. She blinked, then opened her cool blue eyes and looked into Ryn’s.“Oh,” she said. “Why do you look so afraid, Ryn?”It was an unusual first question but Ryn supposed that it made sense. “I was afraid,” he said to her. “I thought...I thought you might have died...”Nuthea’s mouth pushed up into a smile underneath her heavy eyelids. “There’s no need to be afraid of death,” she said quietly, taking the opportunity to teach him something.“What happens to us after we die?” Ryn heard himself ask her. He didn’t know how she would know or why he was asking, but he asked her all the same.“If we have believed on the One, we go to be with Him forever.” “How can you be so sure?”“I don’t know. I’m not always. But right now, I am. I’m all the more sure from having just almost died.”“Well, I didn’t want you to go to be with the One just yet…”“What happened to me?”“You were attacked by a bounty hunter, but I found a healer for you. I’m… I’m glad you're alive…”His words ran out, and for a moment no more passed between them, and he hovered above the cool blue pools of her eyes.“Well, this is all very touching, pup, princess,” said Sagar, “but do you think I could get some attention from the old man, now, too? You’re not the only one who’s been hurt. I got injured rescuing you as well.”Ryn had forgotten that there was anyone else with them for a moment. They had all faded into the background temporarily.He coughed and let go of Nuthea’s hand, realising at the same time that he had been holding it.“Ah, I apologise, young man,” the healer said to Sagar. “Of course, you are injured too. Now that the young lady is alright, I can attend to you. Let me take a look.”Ryn helped Nuthea to sit up and they sat on the grass with Elrann and watched as the old man took out a small knife from the leather bag that he carried slung over one shoulder. Delicately, he cut the torn sleeve of Sagar’s shirt away to reveal the part of his upper arm where the bounty hunter had nicked it with his sword.Ryn winced. Underneath the shirt was a horizontal gash. It wasn’t too deep--the man in black had only sliced through the top layer of skin this time--and it had already started to scab up. But in amongst the red and brown of the scab was something else: a putrifying black colour.“Poison,” the old man, muttered. “Of course, the same as used on the young lady. Ajanga, as the other young man told me. I am sorry I did not get to you sooner. But now that I have, I can heal you. You did very well to last this long, young man--you must be feeling very weak.”“Just heal me, old timer,” said Sagar, eyeing Ryn.“Of course.”The old man rummaged around in his bag, then produced a small glass phial of some sort of silvery liquid.“Here, drink this antidote.” He pressed the bottle to Sagar’s lips and the skypirate drank a gulp. The old man shut his eyes and gently laid a hand on Sagar’s arm, over the cut. Sagar clenched his jaw. “Cure,” Ryn heard the old man whisper this time.Sagar’s eyes went wide and his head rocked back. He took the man’s hand off him.The black discolouring had disappeared from the cut on his arm. Not only that, but now the cut closed before their very eyes, the skin sealing itself up and returning to a pinky-white hue, as if nothing had ever happened.“Woah…” said Elrann.“It’s a miracle...” said Nuthea.“I…” said Sagar.He leapt at Ryn. Before Ryn knew what was happening he was lying flat on his back on the ground, Sagar pinning his chest down with one of his knees. The pirate had drawn one of his swords, and he pressed the blade into Ryn’s neck so that just the very tip of it pierced his skin, like a wasp sting sticking into him. What the hells is he doing? thought Ryn, not in a position to voice his question aloud.Ryn remembered why Sagar had cause to be angry.“Sagar!” called Nuthea from somewhere above. “Get off him!”“Just a moment, princess, we’ve got some business to settle.” Sagar leaned in close so that Ryn could see his stubble. His breath stank of stale tobacco leaf. Is he going to kill me? No--if Ryn knew Sagar at all, he would just threaten him. Or maybe slightly maim him?The pirate captain dropped his voice to a low growl. “Listen, pup, and listen good. If you ever pull something like that--unseating me from my mount by surprise--again, especially in front of the ladies, I will slit your throat quicker than you can say ‘naive little greenhorn pussywillow farm boy’. You got that?”Ryn wanted to gulp, but he thought just now that would be a bad idea. He also thought that that phrase took quite a long time to say, actually, but he thought it would be a bad idea to say that too.“Y-yes,” he said instead out of self-preservation.“Good,” said Sagar, keeping his voice low. “I’m going to let you up now, and you’re going to support me in my suggestion that we keep traveling to Manolia so I can collect the reward for the princess. Clear?”“Clear,” croaked Ryn, though he hated himself for acquiescing so easily. He didn’t really have any other choice though.“Sagar!” said Nuthea again.“Al-right!” said Sagar like a henpecked husband, and got up off Ryn.Ryn stood up, rubbing his throat. His hand came away with a small smear of blood on it, but it wasn’t much--Sagar had only pricked him.“Silly boys,” said Nuthea with a roll of her eyes, as if Ryn had been just as complicit as Sagar in what had just happened.“How did you do that?” said Elrann. She addressed the old man, but she was looking at the still-exposed flesh of Sagar’s arm where his cut had sealed itself up.“Yes, that was truly remarkable!” said Nuthea. “A miracle!”Ryn hadn’t heard this word before. “What’s a miracle?”“The way that he healed Sagar’s wound. And mine. Mine even more so!” Nuthea placed her hand over the fresh bandage on her abdomen. “I can barely feel any pain anymore. And my wound has closed up too. That man”--her eyes flicked over to where the bounty hunter in black lay tied up on the floor--“gave me quite a cut.”“No,” said Ryn, “I mean, what is a ‘miracle’? What does it mean?”“A miracle is a wondrous sign that points to the One,” Nuthea recited, closing her eyes for a moment and holding up a finger. “It’s when the One works in the world to show His power.”“It’s not a miracle, princess,” said Sagar, shaking his head. “There are no such things. Don’t be foolish. This healer just used his arts to heal Nuthea’s wound, is all—didn’t you, old timer?”They all looked at the old man. He smiled, deep lines forming around his white-bearded mouth and under his bushy white eyebrows. “I did do that,” he said happily. “Whether you want to call it a miracle or not is up to you.”“But you made the wound close up by itself!” said Elrann. “How did you do that?”“The medicine he gave me,” said Sagar. “Obviously.”“But you did something else to him as well, didn’t you?” said Elrann.The old man’s smile grew wider. “I couldn’t possibly say.”Ryn remembered the man whispering the word ‘Cure’.“I am telling you, it’s a miracle,” said Nuthea.“I still don’t get what you mean by ‘miracle’,” said Ryn.“A miracle, Ryn, is when the One acts out of the normal course of things to show his power. Look at it like this:” (Ryn was amazed again at how easily, having been so recently near the edge of death, Nuthea was able to resume her usual teacherly manner.) “In the course of life, and death, things normally happen a certain way: The sun rises in the east and sets in the west, heavy things sink and light things float, and wounds do not close up by themselves. All these things have been arranged by the One, the God of gods. But sometimes the One intervenes in the normal course of things and changes something, to show that he is there and that he has the power to do so. It’s a bit like the writer of a story putting something into the story to show that they wrote it.” She pointed to Sagar’s arm. “This was clearly a miracle. My healing too is clearly a miracle, performed through this healer by the One, to show us that He endorses our quest.”Sagar snorted loudly.“If you have something to say, dear Captain, please say it,” said Nuthea.“I’m telling you, it’s not a miracle!” said the pirate. “There is no ‘One’, or any god at all! This healer simply used his skill and medicines to heal you, princess. You’d be surprised at what bodies are capable of doing to heal themselves, with a little help. I’ve seen a man’s belly be torn open by a cutlass only to have it close up and heal itself the next day after a night drinking rum. I’ve seen a man ghostly pale with the pox spring up right as rain when a skysailor’s blessing was spoken over him. I’ve seen a man who had lost his eye in a fight screaming and wailing on the floor one moment leap up and kill his five attackers the next.” He patted his eye patch. “It happens. They weren’t miracles. They were just the ‘normal course of things’.”“You’re wrong,” said Nuthea, eyes flashing.Ryn could more than detect an argument brewing so he decided to interrupt before she could say any more. “Look, why don’t we just ask the healer himself?”“There’s an idea,” said Sagar, clearly of the opinion that the old man was going to agree with his side of the argument. “Did you do a miracle or not, old timer? Tell us straight.”The old man sniffed and wiped his nose. “I think it is best at this point if I keep my methods to myself,” he said in his kindly voice, slightly throaty with age. “I put my healers’ arts to use in service of the pair of you and I did everything I knew to do in your situations, and happily you have both recovered...that is all I will say on the matter.”“There you go,” said Sagar, folding his arms, interpreting the old man as agreeing with his own opinion. “Healers’ arts. Not a miracle.”“I will add, however,” the old man spoke up, “that I too am a follower of the One. It is good to meet a granddaughter in the faith, young lady.”Nuthea’s face lit up. Ryn found himself hoping he would be able to make her beam like that one day. “Oh! A father!” she exclaimed. “I’m so pleased to meet you!”She stepped up to the old man and they each gave one another a light kiss on either cheek.“Urgh…” said Sagar, slapping his hand over his face. “Not another one…”“Please, granddaughter” said the old man to Nuthea, “I am old in years. You do me a great honour, but ‘Grandfather’ will do.”“Huh?” said Ryn, his brow knotting. “‘Grandfather’? What are you talking about?”“It’s part of their religion, farmboy,” Elrann explained to him. “The Cult of the One are a worldwide religion, not just limited to a particular place. You do meet them sometimes. I’ve come across a few on my travels. They all see themselves as this big sort of family, with the One as their Supreme Father. So they call their younger women ‘daughters’, older women ‘mothers’, then there’s ‘sisters’, ‘brothers’, ‘fathers’, an’ stuff. I’ve never heard of no ‘grandfather’ before though.”“Yes,” said Nuthea, smiling, “that honorific is reserved for the eldest and wisest of men. There aren’t many of them in Manolia, where I am from. What is your name, Grandfather?” “I am called Cid,” said the old man, smiling in return.“Well, this is all very touching; old timer, princess,” said Sagar, “but now that you’re healed we need to be getting back on our way. Do I need to remind you that you’ve got a war to prevent, and I’ve got a reward to collect?”The old man’s eyes widened.“Hey numb-nuts, give her a moment,” said Elrann. “She’s just barely avoided dying from a mortal wound. Give her a bit of time to recover!”“She’s fine now!” said Sagar impatiently, flinging out his hand to indicate Nuthea’s bandaged abdomen. “The medicine-man worked his magic, or whatever you want to call it. Let’s get this show back on the road!”Ryn’s blood began to boil, but the old man called Cid spoke first.“Actually, there is some wisdom in your companion’s suggestion,” the healer said diplomatically, stroking his white beard with one hand. “It would make much sense for the young lady to rest awhile. Although my arts are powerful, her wound was almost mortal, and she could do with at least a night here to recover fully before you go on your way. What’s more, that will give me time to pack my things.”“Pack your things?” said Ryn. “Why?”“I’m coming with you.” “What?!” said Sagar.“PUUUUU--UUUUUY!”They all looked round, startled by the sudden muffled shout.The bounty hunter in black had begun to writhe around where he lay tied up on the ground, violently throwing his head this way and that and shouting something so loudly that they could hear it through his gag, although it was still impossible to make out what he was saying. In their heated conversation they had completely forgotten about him.“PUU--UUY!” cried the man as he twisted on the ground, contorting his body inside the ropes. “PUU--UUY!”“What’s wrong with him?” said Cid, concern raising the normally deep pitch of his voice.“He’s a damned poppy addict,” Sagar said with a dismissive wave. “I promised him I would give him some if he told us the way to Nonts. Now the fool’s having a tantrum.”“No,” said Cid, his bushy brows pushing together, “don’t you understand? Poppy addicts experience terrible withdrawal symptoms if they don’t ingest again within fourteen days. They have fits, and it feels like utter agony. Their whole body can flare with terrible pain and convulsions. Sometimes it can be so bad that it kills them. If they come off it, they have to cut down gradually. He needs some poppy seed.” He reached into his leather satchel and began to rummage around. “So what?” said Sagar. “Who’s going to give it to him? I don’t have any. Let the b*****d die. He’s served his purpose. I don’t know why he is still alive, anyway. I don’t even know why the pup wanted to keep him alive in the first place.” Ryn bristled and his pulse quickened. “He did tell us the way to Nonts,” he said defensively. “And he told us about the poison he used on his sword.”“If you hadn’t kept him alive for that, this young lady would be dead,” said Cid, glancing at Nuthea as he knelt down on the ground next to the squirming bounty hunter. He carefully held the man’s head in place with one hand, and with the other untied his gag. The cloth of material fell away from the man’s face, and Cid tugged the bottom of the man’s headscarf down too, exposing his blackened mouth. “POPPY!” the bounty hunter shouted in an inhumanly shrill voice, like he was being tortured. “GIVE ME POPPY!”“Shhhh,” soothed Cid.“What are you doing, old man?” said Sagar.“I carry poppy with me in my healer’s bag,” said Cid. “It’s not just used for pleasure--in smaller doses it’s useful as an anaesthetic--to numb pain. In fact, I gave a very small amount to the young lady earlier.”“That explains a lot…” Sagar mumbled. Nuthea didn’t respond.Cid produced a small glass phial of many round, black objects--seeds-- unstoppered it, and tipped a few into the bounty hunter’s mouth.“GIVE ME POP--” the bounty hunter shrieked again when he had swallowed, but then stopped mid-word. Immediately his grey eyes went glassy, his pupils grew bigger, and his body went still, no longer convulsing and wriggling. He lay his head back on the ground and stared up above him, though his eyes had lost focus. “Ahhhhh…” A long, blissful sigh escaped the bounty hunter’s lips.“What’s happened to him?” asked Nuthea.“He’s gone into a poppy trance,” Sagar said scornfully.“What’s that?” asked Ryn.“Ain’t you seen one of these either?” said Elrann. “You need to get out more, farmboy.”“It’s good that he is tied up for the moment,” said Cid as he watched the bounty hunter enjoying his reverie. “A poppy trance, when you ingest a large amount of poppy all at once, is a state of euphoria--bliss--unlike any other. It is supposed to be the most wonderful and amazing sensation that can be experienced in Mid, though I have my doubts about that. And it comes at a terrible cost. Once a person has experienced a poppy trance, they almost without fail become enslaved to it. Once the trance wears off it is only a matter of time before the person’s body, mind and spirit desire to experience the trance again, and so they become addicted to it, trapped in a never-ending cycle of craving and acting more and more desperately to obtain their next ‘hit’ of poppy seed. If you say this man is a bounty hunter, I would not be surprised if he became one in order to feed his poppy habit.”“Why is it ‘good’ that he’s tied up, then?” asked Ryn.“Some people can actually do things while they are in a poppy trance--get up, walk around, and so on--and they can last quite a long time, depending on how much the person takes. Peculiarly, you also have heightened senses, and are actually slightly stronger and faster during a poppy trance. So it’s very good that he is tied up. Though you better make sure he is properly tied up.”“You seem to know an awful lot about poppy trances, old timer...” said Sagar as he bent over the bounty hunter and pulled on his cords to check they were tight enough. The bounty hunter moaned merrily.“It’s my job to know,” said Cid. “I’ve treated many a poppy addict in my time.”“What, get a lot of them in small-town Nonts, do you?”“I have not always lived in Nonts,” said Cid with a wry smile.“Hey,” said Ryn, remembering what they had been talking about before they had been interrupted by the poppy-addict bounty hunter. “What did you mean you’re ‘coming with us’, anyway?”“Yeah, old timer,” said Sagar, “who said you were tagging along?”“Well,” said Cid, “just now I heard you say that you’re journeying to prevent a war and to do something for this young lady here. That sounds like a noble cause to me. It’s been a while since I’ve been adventuring and I’m itching to have one more adventure before I pass into the furtherlife. I have no living relatives left alive in Nonts and my apprentice is ready to take over at the Healing House. Now that Imfis has been invaded I have little desire to work as a healer in the service of the Morekemian Empire. So, I would like to come with you on your journey.”The four of them--Ryn, Nuthea, Sagar, Elrann--all looked at each other, silently conferring over the possibility of adding this fifth member to their party (sixth, if you counted the captive bounty hunter).Sagar ran his tongue along his upper lip. “I’m not buying this,” he said. “You’ve only just met us, old timer. You did us a favour healing me and Nuthea, I’ll grant you that, and we still need to pay you, but you’ve no good reason to suddenly join us on the turn of a bronze piece. You don’t even know what we’re doing, really. What’s really going on here?”Cid’s smile grew even deeper, and he closed his eyes as he spoke. “Ah, you have me there, mister ‘captain’. I have my own personal reasons for joining you. But I would rather keep them to myself, for now. Suffice to say, my intentions are purely noble. And you need not worry about paying me for the healings--I have plenty of coin.” “Oh, do come with us!” said Nuthea, clapping her hands together. “Do come with us, grandfather!”Sagar slapped his hand to his forehead. “Not this again…”“I will say,” said Cid, opening his eyes, and now they seemed to shine, though Ryn saw no colour in them except white light, “that from the way that this young man threw fire, and you, young man, commanded the wind, I assume that each of you is Jewel-touched. Therefore I also deduce that your journey has something to do with the Primeval Jewels, whether or not you know it yet. I discern here the Will of the One. Therefore, I would come with you to assist you.”“Look,” said Sagar, “that’s all well and good, old timer, but not all of us buy into your religious mumbo-jumbo. Some of us may be ‘Jewel-touched’, or whatever you call it, but that’s got nothing to do with what we’re doing. I’m escorting the princess here back to her home country so that I can be handsomely rewarded.”“Yeah,” said Ryn, feeling the need to speak up too, “and I’m trying to find the Imperial Officer who killed my parents and burned down my hometown, who’s probably headed in the same direction, so I can get revenge on him. I’m just tagging along with these guys until I can find him.” As he said it, he knew that it was no longer the whole of the truth. But he wasn’t about to admit that to everyone. Mother. Father. Hometown. Find Vorr. Get Vorr. Kill Vorr. Stay with Nuthea?“S’right,” said Elrann, “and I’m just sticking around with these guys ‘cause they’re the last contract I took before the invasion, till something better comes up.” Ryn wondered if that wasn’t the whole truth, as well.“Ahhhhhhh…” said the bounty hunter from somewhere in his poppy trance.“Be that as it may,” said Cid, “two of you are Jewel-touched--”“Three, actually!” said Nuthea happily. “I am Lightning-Crystal-touched.”Cid’s bushy eyebrows nearly jumped off his face.“Why would you volunteer that information, princess?” Sagar said, shaking his head at her. “You need to be a lot more careful who you go around telling that too. You’re far too trusting.”Nuthea bit her lip, but then she said “It’s alright. He is a grandfather in the faith. I trust him.”“Three of you are jewel-touched!” said Cid. “Well, that settles it even further. I would come with you to serve as your healer. And what of this ‘war’ you are seeking to prevent that I heard you mention?”“I’m trying to get back to Manolia as soon as possible,” said Nuthea in her refined, royal tones, “to warn them that the Morekemian Emperor has gained knowledge of the Jewels, and is seeking them. I hope that this may prepare them for whatever he is planning.”“What could be a more noble cause?” said Cid. “Truly, I discern the Will of the One in this. Again I tell you, I would come with you to serve as your healer.”“Alright, alright, team huddle,” said Sagar, and beckoned for Ryn, Nuthea and Elrann to come close. Ryn wasn’t sure when they had become a ‘team’ but he supposed that they were one. They had by now, after all, fought off and escaped from not one, but two groups of Imperial soldiers together. Ryn felt a little twinge of irritation in his gut that Sagar seemed to have made himself the ‘leader’ of the team. But he left that alone for now.“Just wait over there for a bit while we talk this over, old timer,” said Sagar, gesturing for Cid to move away, who did so.The four of them linked arms and put their heads together. Ryn had never been so close to Nuthea’s face. But he was also close to Sagar’s face again on the other side. Urgh. Elrann faced him on the opposite side of the huddle.“I don’t like this one bit,” said Sagar quietly. “The old timer’s hiding something, I know it. Our traveling party’s getting big enough as it is. I say we rob him of his stuff and leave him here.” “Captain Sagar!” said Nuthea. “Even for a pirate that is despicable! He is perfectly trustworthy. He is a follower of the One, and he has already healed both of us.”“He is good at healing...” said Elrann. Sagar frowned at her from his place in the huddle, looking betrayed. “You’re on board with this guy too, woman?”“He just seems like a kind old man to me. You’re right, I don’t believe in any of this ‘One’ stuff either, but I’m prepared to believe he believes it. What has he done for us so far? Healed two of us, and helped calm down that bat-poodoo crazy bounty hunter.”Sagar’s frown grew more pronounced, like milk curdling.“That’s two against one,” said Nuthea, seizing upon the opportunity. “Ryn--you have the deciding vote: either we are locked two against two in a tie, or Grandfather Cid can come with us. What’s your answer?”Ryn considered his opinion of the old man. He thought back over what he knew about him so far. “Well, when he found out I knew someone who was hurt he came with me straight away. Then, Elrann’s right, he healed you, Nuthea, while we were fighting off the soldiers. Then he healed Sagar’s arm. Then he helped us out with the screaming bounty hunter, who could have attracted the soldiers to our position. And he doesn’t even want us to pay him for any of that. I…”“Yes?” said Nuthea.“...trust him,” finished Ryn.“Rrrr, fine,” said Sagar exasperatedly, his face turning red. He broke the huddle abruptly and turned toward the old man. “Alright old timer, apparently you can come with us, for some reason.”“Wonderful,” said Cid, with a smile.“You can come with us on the condition that you don’t try to pull anything funny or slow down our trip. The minute that happens--” Sagar drew a finger across his throat to indicate a decapitating action.“Of course,” said Cid, still smiling. “You have nothing to worry about, young man.”“We still have a problem, though” said Ryn, seeing a chance to make himself more of the leader. “Where are we going to go now, and how are we going to get there?”“Now that I am healed,” said Nuthea, “I still need to get to Manolia as quickly as possible.”“The plan is the same,” said Sagar. “We make for Sirra, the Imfisi capital, and try to board a train to Manolia.” He looked over at the chocobo, which had crouched down and rested its head on the ground plaintively. It cawed. “Actually, now that we have the bird, I could simply ride there with the princess to get the train. The rest of you coming on foot would only slow us down. I say we part ways here.”Heat rose in Ryn’s chest. “Hey! There’s no way you’re ditching us here! I’m still heading that way to look for General Vorr, remember?”“Yeah, and there’s no way I’m walking all the way to Sirra, now that we have a chocobo,” said Elrann.“And it does somewhat defeat my joining you to be your healer if I don’t actually join you to be your healer...” said Cid.“Ahhhhhhhhh…” said the bounty hunter from his place on the ground.Sagar merely pursed his lips and narrowed his eyes malevolently.“Yes,” said Nuthea, “we travel together. As grandfather said, the One clearly has a purpose in bringing us all together. Especially you, Ryn, with your fire gift.” Ryn stood a little taller. The heat in his chest was replaced by a light, dreamlike sensation that moved up into his head. “But Sagar is right…” The lightness disappeared as quickly as it had come. “...we’re going too slowly on foot. And no doubt all the Imperial troops in the area will be searching for us now. We all need a way of traveling more quickly to get to Sirra.”“I may be able to help there,” said Cid.The four of them turned to look at him.Cid nodded towards the bounty hunter’s steed. “Your man in black must have rented or stolen that bird from the chocobo stable in Nonts. None of you will be able to show your face there--especially you, Granddaughter--but I can. As far as the Empire know, I’m a nobody. I handed over my Healing House to my apprentice before they arrived. They have no idea who I am.”“Won’t they have seen you escaping with us?” asked Ryn.“I doubt it,” said Cid. “You killed all of the soldiers in Eda’s house, didn’t you?” Eda must be the old woman who had betrayed Ryn to the Imperials. “Yes,” said Sagar. “And I doubt they would have had time to get a good look at me in the chaos that followed, especially what with you throwing wind spells all over the place. Even if they did, I can just say that I’m a retired old man with some healing skills whom you forced to heal someone for you and then abandoned in the forest. They won’t look at me twice. I will go and find a couple more chocobos for us.”“Oh, you’d do that for us, Grandfather?” said Nuthea. Ryn thought she was laying it on a bit thick. “Of course,” said Cid. “As I say, I have plenty of coin. This is good--this way I can go home before we leave and pick up some supplies--gold, a cloak, some sleeping mats, that sort of thing.”“Food?” said Elrann.“Naturally,” said Cid. “Are you hungry, young lady?”“We haven’t eaten since last night.”“Well of course, then! You must be famished. I will bring as much as I can carry, and gold to buy more. I best be off. I will meet you back here in a few hours, with the chocobos.”“Not here,” said Sagar. “We need to keep moving while you’re getting your supplies, old timer. The Imperials will be looking for us.”“You’re quite right,” said Cid. “Tell you what: meet me at the crest of the hill a few miles due east of Nonts. It’s wooded there too, so you’ll be sheltered.”“Good idea, Grandfather,” said Nuthea.“Let’s go,” said Elrann.“Hmph,” said Sagar.“Ahhhhhh…” said the bounty hunter, still in his poppy trance.“Wait,” said Ryn, realising something.“What?” The others turned to him.“Him,” said Ryn, pointing at the bounty hunter. “We still haven’t decided what to do about him.”“He’s served his purpose,” said Sagar. “I say we slit his throat and leave him to die here.”“Sagar!” said Nuthea. “No! Who is this man, anyway?”“Who do you think, princess? This is the bounty hunter that jumped us and made that cut in your belly before the old timer healed you. Pup here kept him alive out of ‘pity’ or some such nonsense. I suppose he did tell us the way to get to Nonts. But there’s no reason to keep him alive any longer.”“Well done, Ryn,” said Nuthea, completely unexpectedly.Sagar put his head in his hands.“Why?” said Ryn.“Oneism teaches to love one’s enemies, and that it is wrong to kill another living thing. Forgiveness and restoration are always possible.”“But I’ve seen you cook Imperial soldiers in their armour with lightning bolts!”“That was different…” said Nuthea sheepishly, rubbing her arm and looking sidelong at Cid. “That was self-defense…”“Be that as it may, Granddaughter is right,” said Cid. “It would be wrong to kill and abandon this pitiful soul. It would only add more evil to the world.”Sagar had turned red. “Rrrr. Not this again! You two are completely crazy!”“You know,” said Elrann, “for once, I agree with the jackass. I’m not saying we have to kill him, but there’s no sense in keeping this guy around. He’s clearly dangerous. I don’t see what good can come of it.”“Thank you, woman. At least one of you is seeing sense.”“Well that’s two against two again,” said Nuthea. “If we’re going to go with the ‘majority vote’ in this team, a concept which while vulgar I am not entirely unfamiliar with, then you get the deciding vote again, Ryn.”Ryn looked down at the entranced bounty hunter laying face up on the ground. Right now the man’s dark eyes were glassy and unfocused, staring off into the leaves and sky above them while he occasionally emitted moans of pleasure. But Ryn remembered the look in the man’s eyes the first time Sagar had been about to kill him. Somewhere in that gray Ryn had seen terror, and desperation, and trauma. Somewhere in that gray Ryn had seen--humanity. And he had known in that instant that really, despite the man’s appearance and current choice of occupation, he and Ryn weren’t all that different. This man had seen horrible things in his life too, and maybe it was those horrible things that had driven him to what he was doing now. He was a person too.“He stays with us,” said Ryn. “He knew the way to Nonts. He told us what poison he had used. He may know his way around the rest of Imfis. He might be able to give us information about the Empire.” Like where Vorr is, for example. “He might prove helpful yet.”Sagar threw up his hands in exasperation. “This is insane!” He sighed passive-aggressively, like an angry horse whinnying. “Fine, you had better load him onto the chocobo then, pup, seeing as you’re so desperate not to part from him--he’s not going anywhere by himself any time soon. You go get your supplies, old timer--we’ll meet you at the top of the hill east of Nonts in a few hours.” This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit faenon.substack.com

Ben Calhoun, formerly of This American Life, sat for two hours staring at a Google doc trying to figure out what to say. It was a delicate piece of writing about race and his own identity. Ben unpacks what he wrote on this episode of HowSound.

In a world dominated by internet sensations and world dominating superstars, Ainsley Costello is determined to create a career that stands the test of time. 18-year-old Ainsley began performing in school talent shows and musical theater when she was 7.  By the time she was 14, she was regularly holding down 3-hour sets with a full band of adult professionals.  After performing at NAMM and receiving her first endorsement from Breedlove Guitars at 14, she began touring the West Coast full-time while finishing high-school online. At 15 she began taking classes at the prestigious Berklee College of Music while simultaneously finishing her H.S. finals. She is now finishing up her sophomore year at Berklee, studying Music Business, while pursuing music full time.  Delicately delivered yet powerfully profound, Ainsley's heartfelt and personal approach to lyricism translates into an easily digestible and heartwarming listening experience. The Seattle native, now based in Nashville, released a strikingly diverse debut album titled ‘You Know I Am' when she was just 15. On the surface, it was a collection of country pop songs but dig deeper and you'll unravel a multitude of diverse musical influences and lyrics that speak to the insecurities of today's teen girls. Prior to the pandemic, Ainsley had performed over 130 shows in 10 states. In January of 2020, she and her family relocated to Nashville, just as the world and the music industry shut down. https://ainsleycostello.com/home https://www.instagram.com/ainsleycostello_official/  

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This, the third episode of Stemming the Tide, we address some mistakes and find our first bit of magical kit! UnchartedNorth.com/links Abomination Vaults by Paizo Inc Music by Will Savino Maps by Narchy Artwork by GrayHood "Stemming the Tide" uses trademarks and/or copyrights owned by Paizo Inc., used under Paizo's Community Use Policy (paizo.com/communityuse). We are expressly prohibited from charging you to use or access this content. "Stemming the Tide" is not published, endorsed, or specifically approved by Paizo. For more information about Paizo Inc. and Paizo products, visit paizo.com.

In this episode, Tracey answers these three anonymous questions:I know women can have multiple orgasms but that never happens for me. Once I have one, any further stimulation feels too intense. How many women are actually are having multiple orgasms regularly? Is it a myth?I've been with my wife for 14 years and we enjoyed a healthy sex life. Over the past 18 months or so (during the various lockdowns) my wife has put on weight which has affected how attracted I am to her sexually i.e. I no longer wish to rip her clothes off and have passionate sex. Is it wrong of me to lose some of my sexual attraction towards her because of the weight gain? I don't know what the best thing is to do; not say anything or communicate to her how I truly feel (which I know she's going to immediately react defensively to)? Help!Do you have any advice for bisexuals who have struggled with their identity? I put off having sex because I struggled with whether I was straight or gay and wanted to wait until I figured myself out. Now I feel I'm behind in forming relationships and having sex compared to my friends and other young adults. I would really appreciate advice for non-straight sex as well. And offers her sex tip of the week!To have Tracey answer YOUR secret sex question, enter it anonymously on zibbyowens.com/sex.Want a copy of Tracey's book, Great Sex Starts at 50? Enter code GREATSEX on ChronicleBooks.com for 30% off! See acast.com/privacy for privacy and opt-out information.

In this week's episode of the Craft Parenting Podcast, Joe and Caroline are joined once again by their good friends, Steven and Hillary to discuss international travel. They cover a wide variety of topics including going through customs, being aware of cultural differences, some funny stories from their travel experiences, and more. Additionally, Joe and Caroline also recall their adventures from the previous week, Caroline tells us what is bugging her on Children's TV (with a twist) and Joe tells a Halloween / travel-themed dad joke.Listen to our previous international travel episodes with Steven and Hillary:Ep. 23 - The One With Tips and Tricks on Packing for International TravelEp. 21 - The One With Helpful Tips on Planning an International TripWhat We Are DrinkingOriginal HellesWeihenstephan - GermanyABV: 5.1%IBU: 21“Delicately aromatic though strong in character - Weihenstephan Original Helles is unique and exceptional.”***Thank you so much for listening! If you like what you hear, please consider leaving us a rating and review. Also, help us spread the word about the podcast so we can grow! You can send us feedback, comments, and questions at craftparentingpodcast@gmail.com. Follow us on Facebook and Instagram.Visit our website at https://www.craftparentingpodcast.com.  Subscribe to our new monthly newsletter to get our content delivered straight to your inbox.Finally, if you would like to send us anything here's our PO Box address:Craft Parenting Podcast P.O. Box 112294 Cincinnati, Ohio 45211 Subscribe to the show on your favorite podcatcher and if you like what you hear, share the show with your friends and leave us a rating and review.     We are available on:Apple PodcastsSpotify Overcast Podcast AddictStitcherand all major platforms!

After a short break, we're celebrating our 100th episode with an Olympics Special.Sure, we can barely remember the names of any of the athletes, our knowledge of most of the sports is sketchy and the time difference is an issue but it's fair to say, we've both enjoyed Japan's Not Football extravaganza.So much has happened inside the first 10 days that we can barely scratch the surface but that doesn't stop us from trying. Weightlifting vs swimming, 13-year-olds on the podium, high jumpers sharing gold, the politicisation of sport and batshit crazy BMXing all make the cut as we deliver our mild to medium-hot takes.We didn't feel we could ignore the beautiful game altogether, so football kicks off part two. What's going on at Arsenal? Are City about to smash their transfer record twice over? And are we excited about the return of the Premier League? It's up for debate.Cricket's The Hundred has been garnering lots of headlines, good and bad since it got going a couple of weeks ago. It doesn't look that different to 'normal' cricket in our eyes but it's entertaining enough. Naturally, we focus on the snack brands emblazoned on the shirt of each franchise...that's where the big debate is.The Lions tour of South Africa has proved to be a feisty affair on the pitch. Delicately balanced at 1-1, we're expecting even more fireworks in the series decider. The big question is whether Rassie Erasmus will continue to stoke the fires using his burner account.Enjoy the show!Every week on Left Field, Wogan and Allen dissect the latest in Football and Not Football. Subscribe to make sure you don't miss out, because that would be a real shame, wouldn't it?Subscribe: il.ink/leftfield_podTwitter: twitter.com/leftfield_podInstagram: instagram.com/leftfield_pod/Facebook: facebook.com/leftfieldpod/And your co-hosts...Allen: twitter.com/AAllenSportWogan: twitter.com/CathalWogan

With a challenger for the Collingwood presidency making his intentions public, and upcoming fixtures hinging on state governments' border regulations, Gerard sets the scene for this Wednesday morning.

If your painted wall surfaces are losing some of their gloss, rather than including a fresh layer of paint, try providing a complete cleaning.  Patriot Maids provides a deep cleaning services on your walls and significantly cheer up an area. Simply make sure to clean up the wall surfaces enough to boost their appearance, but not so much to streak or damage the paint.Below are 5 Tips on how you Tidy Painted walls like a Pro without spending much money1. Figure out the Kind Of PaintSelect the best cleansing technique based upon the kind of coating on the wall surface.Flat, eggshell or discolor coatings often tend to be much less sturdy and also are most likely to abrade if scrubbed as well difficult or washed with too unpleasant a cleaner. Avoid harsh chemicals and also utilize a mix of light cleaning agent as well as water.Latex paint surfaces can be cleaned with warm water blended with a nonabrasive cleaner.2 . Prepare the Room and Dust the WallsRemove any kind of paints, lamps as well as other objects hanging from the walls.Relocate furnishings out of the way to give on your own plenty of space.Dust the wall surfaces by cleaning with a tack fabric or cheese cloth.3.  Clean the Wall surfacesYou may be able to properly clean the wall surface utilizing simple cozy water. If the wall has spots or marks, use soapy water (particularly if crayon-happy children live in your house) made with a blend of water and a percentage of mild detergent. Use cooking area gloves.When making use of any type of cleansing product on a painted wall surface, examination it by applying a small amount to a remote part of the wall surface, such as behind a piece of furniture or wall surface art, to see to it won't touch or stain the paint.4 . Discolorations as well as Spot CleaningThe quicker you attend to a scrape, spot or wall surface discoloration, the much easier it will be to get rid of.First, gently swab a discolor with a damp dustcloth or non-abrasive sponge, as it may come off without the demand of soap or a cleaner.If that does not function, dip a wet cloth in dry cooking soda or a remedy of cooking soda as well as water, then gently scrub the mark.Make use of a stronger chemical cleaner if needed, however just after testing.On completion, clean the area with a fabric or sponge to get rid of any type of cleaner residue.5.  Repair with Paint if RequiredIf the wall has stubborn spots or marks that can not be gotten rid of by cleaning, you may require to conceal it with touch-up paint. When possible, make use of paint from the original can that painted the walls, and the very same means of application: a little brush if it was combed on, a roller if it was rolled on, etc. If you need to buy more paint, make sure you purchase the exact same color and the exact same shine. Delicately roll or plume the area with a small amount of touch-up paint as well as allow completely dry.                    Keep in mind how to clean repainted wall surfaces when preparing a brand-new paint task, as it's good to give the wall surfaces an excellent cleaning prior to using a brand-new layer. Whenever you clean repainted walls, feel free to relax and visit allston house cleaning for more amazing ways to deep clean your walls.                    Discovering how to tidy repainted wall surfaces, the key is matching the sort of paint that's been utilized to the best cleaning method, whether cleaning an entire wall surface or spot-cleaning an obvious discolor or scuff mark.

Ben Reiser and Christina Martin-Wright talk to Jazmine Faries, Patrick Longstreth and Chad Faries about IRON FAMILY. The life of playwright Jazmine Faries is appropriately fraught with drama and tension. So many decisions to be made. Who will produce her work? (Herself). Who will play the autobiographical lead role? (Herself). Who will play her love interest, Matthew McConaughey? (Her brother). This breathtakingly vivid documentary begins as a portrait of a young artist who happens to have Down syndrome but quickly expands its horizons as far as the eye can see, as it introduces us to Jazmine’s immediate and extended family, along with a rich cast of characters made up of her friends, neighbors, and acquaintances. Delicately directed by Patrick Longstreth, Iron Family is a detailed, warm and funny story of an Upper Peninsula community. Winner of a 2021 Golden Badger Award. (BR)

Delicately poached wild salmon is on the menu for this special Earth Day episode! Zest your tastebuds with two simple recipe building blocks: freshly squeezed lemon juice and salsa verde. (02:00) We’re remixing this rustic, refreshing Mediterranean condiment with a pinch of bitterness from coarsely chopped parsley and a dash of red pepper flakes. (8:00) Wild-caught or farm-raised? Chris details the difference in freshness, fat content, color and sustainability when selecting salmon and other fish. (9:30) Keep it smooth when poaching your fish with the subtler flavors of chive flower and white peppercorn. (15:00) The art and science of poaching continues with tips for transforming tuna steaks and eggs into easy and delicious meals. (17:00) Our poached wild salmon recipe pops with the springtime flavors of capers, bay leaves, fennel and thyme – and don’t forget the white wine. (20:30) Gone green! Chris teases an update on her raised bed garden that involves foxes and turkeys, while Brooke shares her plans to plant anew in New England. (24:00) Finally, we reflect on simple ways to help ‘Restore Our Earth’ (spoiler alert: there’s always more room in the dishwasher). (28:00) For recipes and more, including information about our virtual cooking classes and monthly newsletter, Sage Advice, visit justsimplycuisine.com and follow us on Instagram. Many thanks to our sponsors: FireFly Farms American Kitchen Cookware

"As a young girl, I’d stand on my tiptoes, craning my neck to watch her sweep cerulean eye shadow across lids and smear foundation on sunken cheeks. While my high school friends resorted to secondhand eye shadow instruction from the pages of Teen magazine, I learned by watching my mom transform the face of a corpse with her skilled makeup application. My mother’s gentle and methodical lipstick application entranced me. Back and forth. Slowly outlining the cupid’s bow of a mouth. Delicately tracing of the arch in a feathery eyebrow. Until, wondrously, the corpse’s vacant mask appeared serenely lifelike. With her artistry complete, no one could spot the thin line of super glue keeping the embalmed lips from springing open, or the plastic eye caps that gave the appearance of eyeballs peacefully resting in sockets. As I grew older, I pondered their last moments before this transition. What was the final word they spoke? Who received their last hug? What were they thinking when they realized their mortal roller-coaster ride was coming to a full and complete stop?" Lara Salyer is a family physician and author of Right Brain Rescue: One physician’s journey from burnout to bliss reveals the creative muse in all of us. (https://amzn.to/3bw5XiQ) She shares her story and discusses her KevinMD article, "One physician’s journey from burnout to bliss reveals the creative muse in all of us." (https://www.kevinmd.com/blog/2020/10/one-physicians-journey-from-burnout-to-bliss-reveals-the-creative-muse-in-all-of-us.html)

Matt Davies-Adams has got The Athletic's Chelsea posse alongside him as Dom Fifield, Simon Johnson and Liam Twomey reflect on the stalemate and Elland Road. We preview Wednesday's crucial Champions League second leg against Atlético Madrid with the help of Alvaro Romeo - and look ahead to what *should* be a favourable draw as the Blues host beleaguered Sheffield United in the quarterfinals of the FA Cup.  Plus, Katie Whyatt joins us to salute another extraordinary showing from Chelsea Women as Emma Hayes' side retain their Continental Cup title in emphatic style. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Cooking therapeutic for some, but annoying and time-consuming for two fourteen year-old kids who happen to be the hosts of the podcast that you just clicked on (hopefully). Jack and I (Kit) discuss food impatience and what it's like having a parent who owns a restaurant...

Dusk. The gates of the Lee Valley Park are shut. The people are gone. The miles of footpaths are empty, save for crossing ducks. Beside Norman's Pond, hidden in the scrub, the dark bush crickets have begun. Gulls cry out. On tepid summer water, swans are swimming, slow under the gathering shadows, drippling the mirror-still surface for food. Their calls bounce and echo across the empty lake. Melding with the sound of passing trains. With the tidal flow of the A10, London's artery into rural Hertfordshire. Nightfall. The waterbirds are asleep. The shadows have gone. The lake is inky black. But hooting the commencement of real dark, of the real night, hear, the first owls. Through the scrub, the crickets have sharpened their messages. And at the very edge of the water, something very small scratches at something.  Delicately, with the patience of an invisible thing. Dead of night. Emerging like a squeaky toy jumping through carpets of leaves, a creature on the run, or on the hop. It comes, and goes, right past the microphones dissolving into wherever. Owls hoot in the high treetops opposite, and some waterbirds have woken up again, now the air has cooled. It's shifted. Now there's a wind. The A10 sounds to the right of the horizon, and the undulating hum of the power station beyond the bird hide can easily be heard. A floating sine wave, the subtle underflow of our civilisation. Occasionally things splash into the water, and call out over the lake. Dry hanging leaves rustle in sympathy with the passing breezes.   This is peace in the Lee Valley. Edgeland peace. A peace formed out of calm rather than absence. Tranquillity, not from being away from human things, but beside them when they are at ease. 

Hello hello, and now I have that rubbish U2 song in my head. This week: Liam goes all cops and murderers in a review of The Little Things, and takes an insightful look into some deep and meaningful issues with a piece on Justin Timberlakes latest, Palmer. MEANWHILE Andy does another one of his notorious Netflix deep dives and comes up with a shiny gold watch in the form of Godless, before getting all current and zeitgeisty with a review of the latest season of The Expanse. Delicately handled and well telegraphed spoilers between 52:15 and 57:27 if you are averse to that sort of thing. Wild West trivia to finish YEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH FEATURING - ALL THE LATEST FILM NEWS: SLIGHTLY LESS THAN FUCK ALL EDITION - DENZEL IS A POLICEMAN, JARED LETO CHANNELS MILTON. OSCAR WORTHY STUFF. - JUSTIN TIMBERLAKE IS AN EX-CON AND YES WE WERE SUPRISED TOO - WICKY WICKY WILD WILD WEST - THE EXPANSE EXPERIENCES A ROCKY LANDING - A ROOTIN TOOTIN TRIVIA TREAT: NOT TOO MUCH THOUGH YOU WILL GET FAT

In this week's episode: the guys debate the legacy of Neverland Ranch; David wants to vacation in Afghanistan and North Korea; Jon is a white trash cowboy. This week's brews: One Well Brewing: Whoppy IPA (Portage, MI) Pike 51 Brewing: Sensual Bean Stout (Hudsonville, MI) Theme song produced by Brother Jair. Check him out at brotherjair.bandcamp.com or as @brotherjair on Facebook and IG. Follow the show at https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCSGvpOT5HLy6_i1xD-OwH-g for weekly bonus content!

Our biases often cause us to have adventures in missing the point. We are so certain in our view that we lose all sense of clarity. Sometimes a simple awareness of how biased we are can shine the light on areas where we might want to consider entertaining an alternate point of view. It can help us be kinder not only to ourselves but to others. Some of our thoughts in this episode were stimulated by a podcast published by The Center for Action and Contemplation entitled "How to See". Here's the link to it if you want to dig deeper. https://cac.org/podcast/learning-how-to-see/ (https://cac.org/podcast/learning-how-to-see/) We also told you that we'd share the Maestro Margarita recipe. Keep in mind that the secret is in the intention of the mixologist: -Rim the glass with salt using a lime to prepare the surface of the rim -Delicately place the ice cubes in the glass. Remember, this is a work of art... -Add one shot of your favorite tequila. Stu does it with Patron Silver. -Add on shot Grand Marnier WHILE simultaneously adding the margarita mix. NO stirring, let it blend naturally! Garnish with a lime. Enjoy! Oh, but be sure to drink responsibly...

It's Veterans Day and the title of this episode is an homage to how one of our featured female Veterans was described, in a journal recounting why she was able to disguise herself as a man to serve in an all-male military brigade. This month's NOPE is dedicated to women who have dressed as men to serve their countries as patriots when it was unsafe or illegal to do so. Finally, we end by commemorating the life and the story of Specialist Vanessa Guillen, whose life was tragically cut markedly short by a fellow brother-in-arms just this year. Please take the time to support, honor, and celebrate those who have served this contry in your family and community. And if you are able, please donate to Protect Our Defenders. Follow us on Instagram and Twitter, or email us at thunderthighspodcast@gmail.com. TAG: Veterans Day // Female Military // Wartime Cross-Dressers // Vanessa Guillen --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/podcastttl/message Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/podcastttl/support

Grab yourself a drink, find a soft blanket to snuggle with, and come have a listen to a top 5 list of things I’ve touched. This episode is filled with some personal cringe moments and history tidbits because, well,  that’s just sort of my jam. Why did I get yelled at in 3 different languages? What colour was the crusaders finger? Why is there a haunted skeleton in my living room? Delicately grab your most fragile drinking glass, fill it with something delicious, and listen in to find out all of the answers to these ridiculous questions.You can find me at Prosecco and ponies on Insta, Facebook & Twitter. Email me your stories for a future episode at proseccowithtoni@gmail.com

Building the Next Generation Construction Industry from the Ground UpLauren Lake grew up on her father’s construction sites. By the time she entered a university entrepreneur accelerator program, other industries had adopted the latest in technology like wireless Internet access and iPads. Her father’s business hadn’t changed much at all. Lake teamed up with other child of the hard-hat economy to bring the future to an industry stuck in the past. What started out as a two day exercise turned into Bridgit, a start-up success story that’s grown an average 313% over 5 years.The Construction Industry isn’t Building its Own FutureThe construction industry is one of the least innovative, and least productive, in the world today, reporting, “The reasons for this narrow focus vary, but some players hesitate to expand into any other area because they have traditionally struggled to deploy new tools at scale, limiting their impact.”Lake and fellow Next36 student Mallorie Brodie aimed to make a big impact. Delicately. Without any preconceived notions about what site managers needed, the pair went “crane hunting”. They literally searched the skies for cranes to discover where the job sites — and future customers — were. Once they found them, they arrived unannounced and armed with just two things: a note pad and a box of donuts. What they walked away with was the knowledge necessary to build a Minimal Viable Product the industry needed, and what they needed to kickstart the financing of their fledgling business.Lessons Learned Along the WayAs Bridgit grew, Lake and Brodie had to make a decision: which co-founder would tackle the CEO role, and which would act as the Chief Operating Officer. Lake took the latter. She acknowledges Bridgit made many mistakes along the way, from planning to pricing, but each stumble taught the 20-something entrepreneurs how to make great strides in both the start-up world, and the world of heavy equipment.Join Lake and Brodie on the job site with our #CIBCInnovationEconomy series, then listen to Lake get personal with the CIBC Innovation Banking Podcast about what it took to build the foundation of her own success.CIBC Innovation Banking is a trusted financial partner to entrepreneurs and investors. Get in touch with our team at cibc.com/innovationbanking. 

Ann and Teri are the first two friends to play in our new funkquest series of 'one off' challenges.Ann took the first question by choosing the 'Highland Cattle icon. Delicately proceeding without introducing politics and naming no names, she related that she now boycotts the clothing stores of a certain famous ​american CEO because of his behaviour.Teri chose the 'fish' icon and her overrated piece of technology is the mobile/cell phone. This technology along with tablets and laptops, ha​s stopped ​people ​connecting properly. Unfortunately, they may be overrated but are essential at this time.Question 2 and Ann would go for brains rather than looks. Someone ​with a sense of humour or even 'sexy ugly' like tommy Lee Jones. A young Sam Elliot - wow!Teri, related how she used to hate what she was doing but ​ is very satisfied with what she does now. She has a job she loves, a healthy family and feels that it is good to be alive now, despite the scariness of covid 19.Ann loves fairground rides. She doesn't like heights exactly but as long as she is sat down she is fine. The only ride she disliked was the 'Zipper' that was a real 'barf' machine.Teri chose the 'castle' icon and related that she has a love hate relationship ​about going to the Zoo. She hates the animals being kept in cages and wishes they could be free, yet understands the good ​Zoos do, to keep animals from extinction.When only 7 years old Ann spent her first day at work ​in an antique shop. Her aunts store was an antique in itself without running water- but ​was swatting flies such a good thing to be doing, around all those precious items?Teri's question ​4 revealed that the person who always smells nice in her life, is her husband, she likes how he smells and he ​loves a certain toiletry company.​Question 5 and Ann chose the 'monster van' icon. If she was stuck in a nuclear bunker she would love John Cleese to be stuck in there with her. He and the Monty Python team are greatly admired, as she has an 'absurd' sense of humour.​Teri's final question 'How many pairs of socks do you own?' led to a surprising answer. She certainly doesn't wear 'socks with sandals' whate​ver the weather!

Ann and Teri are the first two friends to play in our new funkquest series of 'one off' challenges.Ann took the first question by choosing the 'Highland Cattle icon. Delicately proceeding without introducing politics and naming no names, she related that she now boycotts the clothing stores of a certain famous ​american CEO because of his behaviour.Teri chose the 'fish' icon and her overrated piece of technology is the mobile/cell phone. This technology along with tablets and laptops, ha​s stopped ​people ​connecting properly. Unfortunately, they may be overrated but are essential at this time.Question 2 and Ann would go for brains rather than looks. Someone ​with a sense of humour or even 'sexy ugly' like tommy Lee Jones. A young Sam Elliot - wow!Teri, related how she used to hate what she was doing but ​ is very satisfied with what she does now. She has a job she loves, a healthy family and feels that it is good to be alive now, despite the scariness of covid 19.Ann loves fairground rides. She doesn't like heights exactly but as long as she is sat down she is fine. The only ride she disliked was the 'Zipper' that was a real 'barf' machine.Teri chose the 'castle' icon and related that she has a love hate relationship ​about going to the Zoo. She hates the animals being kept in cages and wishes they could be free, yet understands the good ​Zoos do, to keep animals from extinction.When only 7 years old Ann spent her first day at work ​in an antique shop. Her aunts store was an antique in itself without running water- but ​was swatting flies such a good thing to be doing, around all those precious items?Teri's question ​4 revealed that the person who always smells nice in her life, is her husband, she likes how he smells and he ​loves a certain toiletry company.​Question 5 and Ann chose the 'monster van' icon. If she was stuck in a nuclear bunker she would love John Cleese to be stuck in there with her. He and the Monty Python team are greatly admired, as she has an 'absurd' sense of humour.​Teri's final question 'How many pairs of socks do you own?' led to a surprising answer. She certainly doesn't wear 'socks with sandals' whate​ver the weather!

Simon Hughes and Simon Mann have a bet on who'a going to win the first test between England and Pakistan after 14 wickets fall for 264 runs on day 3. See acast.com/privacy for privacy and opt-out information.

As the proposed takeover of Newcastle United rolls on, fans are forced into difficult discussions about the club’s potential ownership and football’s wider issues. Jules, Pete and Vish are in the studio to wrestle with these competing feelings on today’s episode of the Football Ramble.Elsewhere, Adam Lallana returns to the beach as he joins Brighton and Neil Warnock makes Middlesbrough his latest managerial home. We also try to work out which aspect of post-lockdown football we prefer: Mike Dean’s beard or Micah Richards and Roy Keane’s adorable bromance.Search ‘Football Ramble’ on social media to find us, and email us here: show@footballrambledaily.com ***Please take the time to rate and review us on Apple Podcasts or wherever you get your pods. It means a great deal to the show and will make it easier for other potential listeners to find us. Thanks!*** See acast.com/privacy for privacy and opt-out information.

Delicately balancing Hawaiian myth and the broken American dream, Kawai Strong Washburn’s Sharks in the Time of Saviours has been hailed by novelist Marlon James as a “ferocious debut” in which “old myths clash with new realities, love is in a ride or die with grief [and] faith rubs hard against magic”. Kawai joins Winnie Dunn to discuss his lush, virtuosic portrait of Hawaiian identity, mythology and diaspora that examines what it means to be both of a place and a stranger in it.

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We always want the best for our little ones, catch on #DohaHeat this week as we have Charlotte Casper talking more about what we can do for our babies!

with Gary Black, Chris Conroy & John Walker. Celebrity Deaths: Joseph Shabalala, Patrick Jordan, Orson Bean & Kirk Douglas. Gary's funko toy egg update. The new supergroup touring Mecca bingo halls. Delicately tiptoeing through the Derek Mackay & Phillip Schofield stories. (Not) building bridges from Scotland to Northern Ireland. That SNP, making bad weather happen. Support us on Patreon Email podcast@trampledbat.com  Tweet us @TrampledBat  The Trampled Bat Facebook Page Ways to listen: Apple Podcasts | Spotify | Google Podcasts | Acast | Stitcher | TuneIn

In this third installment of the "Sane Christmas" series, Pastor Andrew takes us on a deep dive into the three different layers of virginity of Mary in relation to the birth of Jesus: virginal conception, virginal birth, and immaculate conception; plus highlights some passages that give us clues into Mary's significance, and also, on the other hand, the power we can find in her unremarkable-ness.

#252 of our podcast series by @just-b-4! ➪ https://www.facebook.com/juStb.DJ.1 ➪ https://twitter.com/juStb_dj ➪ https://www.instagram.com/justb_dj Coming fresh off an exciting & busy summer with her first European tour where she played in the iconic cities of London, Amsterdam, and Berlin, we present to you today Toronto-based artist juSt b. A genuine story-teller at heart, juSt b has firmly captured the souls of her loyal listeners through meticulously crafted, richly emotive, and undeniably tight musical programming - a true reflection of her keen ear & unwavering passion & work ethic. Delicately blending a diverse array of styles & emotions from deep tech, down-tempo, techno, melodic house, breakbeat, deep house, and progressive, she has established herself as one of Canada’s most dedicated & versatile of musical curators. With nearly 150 gigs under her belt in just 5 years, juSt b has been featured for highly respected collectives such as THUMP, Berlin's Getting Deeper, Melody Lab London, Berlin’s Afterhour Sounds, Melodic Deep Amsterdam, Berlin Deep Selected, and Miami’s Electronic Groove, to name a few. Having made her IglooFest debut in 2018 alongside Sasha & Digweed, with new productions & vocal work coming soon, she’s also a published writer for multiple electronic magazines and is the co-manager of the rapidly growing collective, Melodic Deep Amsterdam. She has shared decks with Anjunadeep, Lost & Found, and All Day I Dream superstars Martin Roth, John Monkman, 16 Bit Lolitas, Roy Rosenfeld, Eli Nissan, David Hohme, & Sebastien Leger, + dutch wonders Miss Melera & Olivier Weiter, and Jerome Isma-ae, Parallels, Sascha Braemer, & Edu Imbernon. As co-founder & resident of the Global Transmission series, juSt b also hosts her own monthly show Undercurrents, consistently in the Top 5 on the world renowned DI.FM. ———————————————

Marilyn May Marilyn May read the headlines – yet another infant abandoned. This is the fate of thousands of babies every year in South Africa. In many cases, they’re born to mothers who are in vulnerable positions themselves, and out of fear, shame, or confusion, choose to leave their children. It’s a growing crisis that requires intervention on multiple levels. The severity of the situation, coupled with the laborious foster and adoption system, can leave anyone feeling helpless. But when May kept hearing about it in the news, the registered nurse and doula yearned to help. May became a trained safety mother – someone who has been screened by the Department of Social Development to provide immediate temporary care for children who’ve been found or rescued. She took in her first baby nine years ago. In the past decade, she’s turned her home into a cosy haven filled with bassinets and blankets, nurturing and attention. Dedicated carers work alongside May. Newborns especially need a lot more than food and shelter. By having someone to hold their hand and cradle them, they learn to bond and attach from an early age. Over 100 babies have since gone to permanent homes through May’s organisation, Atlantic Hope. Michael Mazibuko When Michael Mazibuko speaks, hearts shatter. The thespian’s voice penetrates the soul of all who listen. Mazibuko’s intensity stems from his history. He was kicked out of home in matric after defying his father’s wishes for him to leave school. Mazibuko spent countless nights fighting the biting cold. As time passed, he began to understand how life on the street renders people invisible. But this dreamer grasped on to his hope for a career in the arts – and it paid off. In 2016, Mazibuko joined Johannesburg Awakening Minds, a troupe founded by Dorothy Ann Gould. The award-winning actress uses theatre to upskill, uplift, and channel the voices of those who are homeless. At the Hillbrow Theatre, they perform Shakespeare’s timeless scripts. The depth in the Bard’s tales, particularly his tragedies, relates to their experiences and enables them to express their emotions. Mazibuko and the J.A.M group are now making waves on screen. They’ve been extras for South African soapie, Generations, as well as other short films. With the income from their work, the actors have been able to find homes. But their biggest gain is the restoration of their dignity. Each performance has shown them how much their voices matter. Jenny Cullinan Jenny Cullinan is allergic to bees – but that doesn’t stop her from advocating for them. Across the world, the insects are bred in hives for their production of honey. Cullinan believes they deserve a bigger buzz. The precious creatures are responsible for pollinating crops, and their wild nests are integral to functioning ecosystems. But globally, bee populations are on the decline. As a conservationist and avid sculptor, Cullinan is protecting South Africa’s colonies and promoting their role in nature. Cullinan is a member of Ujubee, a conservation initiative dedicated to the Cape honeybee. In South Africa, nearly 85 percent of colonies exist in the wild. Cullinan fearlessly treks into fynbos to find them, confident of their gentle nature. Cullinan’s knowledge and commitment extends to her art. Delicately carving larger-than-life sculptures, she uses the medium to express a deeper message. “Having exhibited everywhere from Maputo to Berlin, she’s highlighting the significance of bees around the globe. Husnaa Adams from Beautiful News joins us for this regular feature

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In this episode i recount how my musical journey into the music of Marvin Gaye went to doctorate-level from jump! Within the first month of beginning to explore Marvin's music I was exposed to "The Marvin Gaye Collection" 4-disc, boxed set, when I was in a small town in North Dakota, of all places! This collection was so priceless because it contained a "discography" of all of Marvin Gaye's albums. It contains album cover pictures, along with all track listings; giving me the opportunity to see the chronological order that Marvin Gaye recorded his music throughout his career. I immediately began to identify coveted albums that it would be my ultimate goal to one day get my hands on. Because, back in this day, albums were not readily available, and certainly not electronically; there was no streaming, no Spotify, Rhapsody or Pandora. I was at the mercy of which album of Marvin's was going to be decided upon by Motown to be released next on compact disc. Each time I got an opportunity to visit a music store, I knew the next album I HAD IN MIND to add to my collection, but there was no telling if it existed yet on compact disc. Over the years as certain albums never made it to discs, I'd visit vintage record stores, and sometimes come across these rare releases on vinyl, usually on display behind glass, and IF they were for sale, for nothing less than several hundred dollars. Putting together my comprehensive Marvin Gaye disc collection used to be quite a stressful situation, but in an exciting and good way!! Because anytime, usually when I least expected it, that the next gem was available for purchase, it was an urgent, "I've got to have it, now!!" situation. The song "My Last Chance" was recorded in 1972, previously unreleased, and is the most delicate song that Marvin recorded, in my opinion. And definitely one that gave me a fairy-tale view of, what to expect in, love relationships to come in my future personal life, when I was this young, inexperienced girl of 14. This song is a definite must-listen for a pure, vulnerable, love-song experience. Please visit our PInterest page which is full of some very hard and fun work I'm putting in to capture all of the beautiful and relevant imagery I can find, of our revered subject: Marvin. It really is my goal for you to be able to see (and hear, via many videos I'm finding) for yourself, relevant references I make in these episodes. I've got nearly 1000 pictures & videos of rare television and concert performances, documentaries, and even the one and only MOVIE that Marvin made!! You can find us at: https://www.pinterest.com/marvingaye_enduring_gifts/ marvin gaye abraham martin and john, marvin gaye ain't no mountain high enough, marvin gaye albums, marvin gaye and kim weston, marvin gaye and tammi terrell, marvin gaye belgium, marvin gaye best album, marvin gaye best songs, marvin gaye biography, marvin gaye biopic, marvin gaye can i get a witness, marvin gaye come get to this, marvin gaye discography, marvin gaye documentary, marvin gaye duets, marvin gaye easy, marvin gaye ecology, marvin gaye ego tripping out, marvin gaye environmental song, marvin gaye era, marvin gaye every great motown hit, marvin gaye everybody needs love, marvin gaye famous songs, marvin gaye film, marvin gaye genre, marvin gaye get it on, marvin gaye got to give it up, marvin gaye grapevine, marvin gaye greatest hits, marvin gaye heard it through the grapevine, marvin gaye here my dear, marvin gaye hits, marvin gaye how sweet it is to be loved by you, marvin gaye i heard it through the grapevine, marvin gaye i want you, marvin gaye if this world were mine, marvin gaye in concert, marvin gaye in our lifetime, marvin gaye in the groove, marvin gaye inner city blues, marvin gaye is that enough, marvin gaye it takes two, marvi

A couple months ago, an ongoing issue that kept rearing its head in a local group that had a State wide impact, led to a fantastic phone call with the head of Devil's River Whiskey, Mike Cameron. Devil's River Bourbon, a brand who prides itself on being from Texas, was at the center of a controversy surrounding their government approved labels and what was actually on the bottle. Questions arose around whether or not the brand was manipulating the consumer and even the host of this very show was not happy with them. I spoke with Mike Cameron awhile back and he was more than happy to sit down and answer all of our questions and today, we hit it head on. I think you'll be surprised… Whiskey Neat is a podcast and Radio show on iTunes and ESPN 97.5 FM in Houston. You can find the show on iTunes, Google Play, Stitcher, Podcast arena, YouTube and Facebook. Or follow us at IG @MyWhiskeyNeat Twitter @MyWhiskeyNeat www.MyWhiskeyNeat.com

This episode, we welcome special guest John Luddy, SVP of Reverse Mortgage Lending at Norcom Mortgage. With over 30 successful years in the mortgage industry, and 10 in reverse mortgages specifically, John shares insight into reverse mortgage lending techniques and how to make connections with referral partners. Show Notes Why do you think traditional forward mortgage lenders hesitate to employ reverse mortgages? Product knowledge. When you start with a new product that has a lot of different facets, you don’t have the courage to sell. Most loan officers learn reverse mortgages from wholesale account reps, and while they can teach you the complexity of reverse mortgages, they can’t teach you how to sell and overcome objections in real-time situations with the potential borrower and their family members. At Norcom, we have the staff and support to allow you to learn the product knowledge for reverse mortgages and how to answer questions and solve the problems of your reverse mortgage borrowers. What is the sales cycle of a reverse mortgage loan? Much longer than a forward mortgage. You have to be prepared to stay in contact with your client, find ways to make contact, and don’t let them fall off your radar, but also don’t push. Who are the target referral sources? Most leads come from different sources than forward lead sources. Reverse mortgage leads frequently come from attorneys because of life situations that reverse mortgage clients face more regularly. Also, it is worth considering rebranding if that will help you to connect with more of your lead sources and stay current with new products and new lead sources. More importantly, don’t chase leads, chase lead sources because that’s how to sustain your business if one area begins to ebb a bit. What are the biggest, most common misconceptions of loan originators or of clients in the field? The biggest misconception that seniors have is that they are going to lose the home. The second is cost. Most clients will want to talk about cost first, but if you talk about cost too early, they are low-information borrowers who won’t get past the cost issue to consider the benefits of a reverse mortgage. Delicately find a way to set cost aside and show them the benefits and features of a reverse mortgage which will diminish the concerns with the cost. What are the most common reasons that a client would need a reverse mortgage? The most common need is in-house healthcare. A client is getting older and would like to stay in their home but needs around-the-clock healthcare which is expensive. The second reason is taxes. A reverse borrower will have the finances to manage month-to-month, but when tax time comes twice a year, they need more on-hand cash which a reverse mortgage can provide. If a loan officer wants to add reverse mortgages to their tool belt, what does the option add to their opportunities? Well, you can definitely do both and use both as a tool to help families. You may find that you become a family’s generational lender, you help a client who is a first-time borrower, but then their aunt or mother is in need of a reverse mortgage. You don’t want to turn people away or be the guy who says, “I don’t have that product.” Maybe partner with someone who’s experienced in your company, and once you get a few under your belt, you’ll be confident to sell reverse as well as you do forward mortgages. How can loan officers introduce reverse mortgages to their referral partners and take advantage of that for the whole breadth of their business? Explain to your realtor partner what a reverse borrower might look like. Give them examples of a situation they may see a client in, or what the walk-away objection might be, and help them understand how a reverse mortgage could turn that walk-away client into two commissions. From a sales perspective and as a sales tactic, are reverse mortgages becoming a more main-stream product? Yes. With reverse mortgage product knowledge, you become the partner that a realtor will turn to when they realize their client fits the reverse mortgage profile. Then, they may be in touch with you regarding a 203k or other product because you’ve become their go-to for product knowledge.

Scooping out great fistfuls of hogflesh: argument over who gets the choicest meat; me wants the bellymeat, no no no me wants the headmeat...  Delicately flick the pointed tip of one's tongue into the vacant snout to slurp at the cool jelly up there.  It is not true that we are three meals away from barbarism; we are there already.Listen Now.Why not instead feast your auricles on these nourishing plats du jour:Linda McCartney - The Light Comes From WithinLes Ouaiscécool - Les Cités d'OrThe Sisterhood Of Convoluted Thinkers - The New Style PoetrySun City Girls - El MirageHala Strana - BurhMultiphonic Ensemble - FretWhen the porker's picked down to its puckered bones, the prickling curly tail may yet prove invaluable as a toothpick. I do so love reading your emails.  One day I may publish a compendium of the best.  It will be a slender tome indeed. gcuesoterica@gmail.com.Twenty minutes. No refunds.

Muffins n mash! It's our first full length episode! Joining us for this inaugural aural voyage* is Dan Gvozden (@supspidertalk), host of Superior Spider Talk (which is available wherever podcasts are sold), to talk about his problematic fave, 50 Shades of Grey (The movie). Apparently Fiddy Shayshays is a metatextual commentary on the nature of the female gaze in movies, which is not what I expected for a Mom Porn movie, but what do I know? This one's a keeper, fellas! *It's like a ship of content sailing into your ears! Delicately, and with a tender touch, yet forceful like a sea-mule.

Tim Worledge and Claudiu Covrig look at the intricate interplay between supply and demand in the global sugar markets, and mull the impact of recovering sugar production in India and Thailand, the return of the EU to the international markets and the effect of prolonged poor monsoons in India which...

Deals Deals and More Deals Jack Butala: Deals Deals and More Deals. Every Single month we give away a property for free. It's super simple to qualify. Two simple steps. Leave us your feedback for this podcast on iTunes and number two, get the free ebook at landacademy.com, you don't even have to read it. Thanks for listening. Jack Butala:                   Jack Butala here for Land Academy. Welcome to Cash Flow from Land show. In this episode, Jill and I talk about the 50-plus deals we're closing right now. Fifty properties anyway. I don't think it's 50 deals. Jill, let the good times roll. I can't wait to talk to you about this, but as always before, let's talk about a second question from our caller. Jill DeWit:                            Okay. Kelly from Toronto called in and asked, “Can I buy land in the United States?” I love this question. Jack Butala:                   As a Canadian? Jill DeWit:                            Yeah, as a Canadian. She's Canadian, so she was listening to our show, and called in. She called 888-735-5045, in case anybody else wants to get in on this. She has that question. Steven, do you want to … We all know the answer. Jack Butala:                   What is the answer? Jill DeWit:                            The answer is yes. Jack Butala:                   A disproportionate amount of people … well, not disproportionate, but way more than I ever thought, buy our real estate. They also buy our educational materials. I think they're out there implementing the program either with Canadian real estate or with our property down here. That's not to say it's not as easy or the exact same. It's probably as easy, but it's not exactly the same. There are some tax applications and all kinds of stuff. I know for sure that there's pretty serious complication with renovating houses, but we don't do that. As always, I'm always plugging my end as a better way to go than [fucking hell 00:01:34]. Jill DeWit:                            It always is a better way to go than … Jack Butala:                   The answer's yes, Kelly. Buy away, but do your homework first and make sure. Stuff changes all the time. Jill DeWit:                            Cool. Thank you. Jack Butala:                   Do your homework, I should say, an accounting homework. Jill DeWit:                            You sure can. That was fun. I remember back in the days when we relied so heavily on eBay, as a lot of our transactions, a number of … especially when eBay first rolled out, there were a lot of people all over the world buying land through us on eBay. It was really cool. What we were concerned with as far as recording the deed and putting in their name and having the deed sent through an international address, there was no difference. It was really easy, so it was good. We had a number of people on Land Academy that go, “Wait a minute. This guy is international. Is that cool?” Absolutely. You do it the same way. No change. Jack Butala:                   Want to hear a fun story about Canada? Jill DeWit:                            Tell me. Jack Butala:                   I grew up in Detroit. We went to … I don't know how to delicately put this. Jill DeWit:                            Oh, Steven. Oh, my gosh. Yes, Steven. Do us a favor. Please come out of your … Oh, never mind. Delicately put this. Jack Butala:                   [Crosstalk 00:02:51] say. Yeah, why be delicate now, Steve? Jill DeWit:                            Now, that was … What's changed? Jack Butala:                   Windsor, Canada is like two miles. We could see it from where I literally worked. You can see it from where we live. The drinking age is a lot less, a lot lower than what it was in the United States. I spent a lot of time in Canada … Jill DeWit:                            I bet you did. Jack Butala:                   … as a young man. A lot of [crosstalk 00:03:16].

Deals Deals and More Deals Jack Butala: Deals Deals and More Deals. Every Single month we give away a property for free. It's super simple to qualify. Two simple steps. Leave us your feedback for this podcast on iTunes and number two, get the free ebook at landacademy.com, you don't even have to read it. Thanks for listening. Jack Butala:                   Jack Butala here for Land Academy. Welcome to Cash Flow from Land show. In this episode, Jill and I talk about the 50-plus deals we're closing right now. Fifty properties anyway. I don't think it's 50 deals. Jill, let the good times roll. I can't wait to talk to you about this, but as always before, let's talk about a second question from our caller. Jill DeWit:                            Okay. Kelly from Toronto called in and asked, “Can I buy land in the United States?” I love this question. Jack Butala:                   As a Canadian? Jill DeWit:                            Yeah, as a Canadian. She's Canadian, so she was listening to our show, and called in. She called 888-735-5045, in case anybody else wants to get in on this. She has that question. Steven, do you want to … We all know the answer. Jack Butala:                   What is the answer? Jill DeWit:                            The answer is yes. Jack Butala:                   A disproportionate amount of people … well, not disproportionate, but way more than I ever thought, buy our real estate. They also buy our educational materials. I think they're out there implementing the program either with Canadian real estate or with our property down here. That's not to say it's not as easy or the exact same. It's probably as easy, but it's not exactly the same. There are some tax applications and all kinds of stuff. I know for sure that there's pretty serious complication with renovating houses, but we don't do that. As always, I'm always plugging my end as a better way to go than [fucking hell 00:01:34]. Jill DeWit:                            It always is a better way to go than … Jack Butala:                   The answer's yes, Kelly. Buy away, but do your homework first and make sure. Stuff changes all the time. Jill DeWit:                            Cool. Thank you. Jack Butala:                   Do your homework, I should say, an accounting homework. Jill DeWit:                            You sure can. That was fun. I remember back in the days when we relied so heavily on eBay, as a lot of our transactions, a number of … especially when eBay first rolled out, there were a lot of people all over the world buying land through us on eBay. It was really cool. What we were concerned with as far as recording the deed and putting in their name and having the deed sent through an international address, there was no difference. It was really easy, so it was good. We had a number of people on Land Academy that go, “Wait a minute. This guy is international. Is that cool?” Absolutely. You do it the same way. No change. Jack Butala:                   Want to hear a fun story about Canada? Jill DeWit:                            Tell me. Jack Butala:                   I grew up in Detroit. We went to … I don't know how to delicately put this. Jill DeWit:                            Oh, Steven. Oh, my gosh. Yes, Steven. Do us a favor. Please come out of your … Oh, never mind. Delicately put this. Jack Butala:                   [Crosstalk 00:02:51] say. Yeah, why be delicate now, Steve? Jill DeWit:                            Now, that was … What's changed? Jack Butala:                   Windsor, Canada is like two miles. We could see it from where I literally worked. You can see it from where we live. The drinking age is a lot less, a lot lower than what it was in the United States. I spent a lot of time in Canada … Jill DeWit:                            I bet you did. Jack Butala:                   … as a young man. A lot of [crosstalk 00:03:16].

Join us at 11:11 am PST as our returning Guest Ian Wynne discusses the power of the mind and how YOU can tap into your limitless well of possibilities. He is the founder & CEO of Mythical Media & The Super Human Project.   People have described Ian as “simply a wealth of knowledge”, and “a man who exudes passion, expertise, confidence and creativity”.  Ian Wynne is a great example of what happens when you blend a passionate desire to make a difference, willpower & dash of craziness to make it happen.   As an entrepreneur, marketing consultant, student of humanity and the blending of science and spirituality Ian is sought after to help individuals and organizations to create a new internal3 conversation leading to enhanced results.    Ian has worked with companies like; Blizzard Entertainment, Walmart, Best Buy, Lego, Visa, Mastercard, Sony Online Entertainment, EA, CEO Space and many many others to increase revenues and create more meaningful internal3 conversations.   Currently Ian is deep in research on writing a new book on the science behind our results and how to blend thinking and feeling to craft an existence of meaning.  Delicately dancing the line between “woo-woo” and science Ian demands to understand how magic is actually real.   Ian sits on the Advisory board of a few start-up companies to help provide insight and direction on branding, marketing and revenue modeling. From mobile tech, health and fitness, inspirational events to consumer reporting. **** Superhuman oath  Previous Broadcasting Neuroleadership! Listen at http://tobtr.com/s/5566457

Title: Delicately Aware of Your Pregnancy.  Date: September 17, 2013 Afternoon - Venwoude, Lage Vuursche, The Netherlands Retreat.  Quote: What the baby is going to need after it's born, as it becomes a child and as it grows up, is what it is giving to you, what it is being with you before it’s born.  www.johnderuiter.com

Monica Wafford, MBA, CSP, international speaker and former corporate leader, a Certified CORE® coach and author of several books, joins Afsaneh Noori with tips and resources to understand why difficult people may be “different”.  She describes personality types of her CORE ® system- from Commanders to Organizers to Relaters to Entertainers, offering ideas on relating, working with and supporting these aspects in others, and possibly ourselves.  Difficult people often deflate our joy, bring down our energy levels, and require forcing ourselves to engage.  Monica’s team of companies have focused on motivating others to stay in balance, be authentically engaged, and completely contagious.

Monica Wafford, MBA, CSP, international speaker and former corporate leader, a Certified CORE® coach and author of several books, joins Afsaneh Noori with tips and resources to understand why difficult people may be “different”.  She describes personality types of her CORE ® system- from Commanders to Organizers to Relaters to Entertainers, offering ideas on relating, working with and supporting these aspects in others, and possibly ourselves.  Difficult people often deflate our joy, bring down our energy levels, and require forcing ourselves to engage.  Monica’s team of companies have focused on motivating others to stay in balance, be authentically engaged, and completely contagious.