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In this episode of Cosmosis, Kelly and Jay sit down with someone who has become a true kindred spirit on their path: Daniel Noah, co-founder of SpectreVision, filmmaker, experiencer, and the creative force behind the new High Strangeness comic series. This conversation moves through the deep waters where creativity, anomalous experience, and vocation meet. Daniel opens up about his lifelong relationship with horror and the supernatural, his unexpected awakening as an experiencer, and how that realization reshaped both his inner world and his creative life. He shares what it meant to come out publicly as an experiencer, the responsibility he now feels to others on the path, and why art—and vulnerability—are central to making sense of the anomalous. Together, Kelly, Jay, and Daniel explore: How SpectreVision grew from an indie genre studio into a multiformat home for creators working at the edges of experience Why paranormal phenomena resist traditional narrative structure—and what that means for artists The surprising synchronicities behind Daniel's work on High Strangeness Creativity as a channel for contact, transmission, and the “central source” John Keel wrote about The emotional reality of being a public experiencer, and the mission that quietly forms around those called into this work Daniel's reflections on SpectreVision's newest film, Rabbit Trap, and its unsettling, initiatory portrait of fairy loreYou'll also hear about Kelly's essay on synchronicity for issue #3 of High Strangeness, the story that changed the trajectory of her entire life, and how collaborative creativity has opened new doors for all three of them. This is one of our most intimate and expansive conversations—an exploration of what happens when artists stop compartmentalizing the anomalous and instead allow it to shape their work, their worldview, and their calling. Music for Cosmosis is by Michael Rubino. The show is brought to you by SpectreVision Radio. Mentioned In This Episode: SpectreVision: https://www.spectrevision.com/ High Strangeness: https://www.onipress.com/news/a3su3wb3ozg1t8irmrufkhju3fcfqr Rabbit Trap: https://www.amazon.com/gp/video/detail/B0FMPYV1L6/ref=atv_dp_share_cu_r Watch Cosmosis: UFOs & A New Reality: https://www.cosmosis.media/ Join the Patreon: https://cosmosiscommunity.com Subscribe to Cosmosis: YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/@Cosmosis.Podcast Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/show/7KnyktIs059pbVdccD020D?si=f3835f36a8cb479d Apple Podcasts: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/cosmosis-formerly-the-ufo-rabbit-hole/id1595590107 Listen to the Cosmosis Soundtrack by Michael Rubino: Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/album/5Xvs2NAHNbKjfW7hWkjqey?si=pJPPgIPsRZGkZjJh19UULQ Apple Music: https://music.apple.com/us/album/cosmosis-ufos-a-new-reality-season-one-original-soundtrack/1788465117 Amazon: https://amazon.com/music/player/albums/B0DS5WY5CB?marketplaceId=ATVPDKIKX0DER&musicTerritory=US&ref=dm_sh_zY05XPzhLhuow5dAgK3g2W9yC TIMESTAMPS 04:52 The Genesis of Specter Vision 09:11 Expanding Beyond Films: New Ventures 11:08 Daniel's Paranormal Experiences 17:39 The Impact of Sharing Paranormal Stories 20:17 The Role of Art in Understanding the Paranormal 30:21 Navigating Public Perception as an Experiencer 37:14 Balancing Creativity and Personal Experiences 42:40 Dinner with a Monk: A Creative Revelation 44:00 The Source of Creativity: Within or Without? 44:19 Powers of 10 and Infinite Perspectives 46:25 Channeling Creativity: Automatic Writing and Beyond 50:30 Specter Vision Network: Supporting Creative Minds 53:22 High Strangeness: The Comic Book Journey 01:00:05 Rabbit Trap: A Genre Film with Depth 01:05:33 Mantis Beings and Synchronicities Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

The RHOP have had QUITE a cast trip to Nevis. Dinners with husband stealing, robes and notes without words, slutty* bachelorette parties without a theme, shady room assignments, and even shadier ladies. Vanessa is here from her own Reality TV Recaps to break down what has happened at BravoCon, what has happened after, and, most importantly, WHAT HAS BEEN GOING ON IN THE P. Or in Nevis rather. She and Mani have different thoughts about the cast members and their performances...but they have come to the agreement that one lady this season is reigning supreme. Find out in The Mix!Vanessa- @realitea_recap Youtube https://www.youtube.com/@realitearecap2876Mani- @mixingwithmani (IG & Threads)TMWM Visuals and Ad-Free Eps- Patreon.com/mixingwithmaniThank you to our sponsor this week: RULARula patients typically pay $15 per session when using insurance. Connect with quality therapists and mental health experts who specialize in you at https://www.rula.com/mwm   #rulapod^hit that link to support the show and meee thank you!!

Duji is wearing Dolly Parton gloves. More than half of people lie about their financial status. The most broke Snitzer has ever been. Dinner party at the condo in Miami. Raffle tickets. Mormon magic undergarments. See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

What is that white stuff in JLR's hair? Rover watches the Yarbo blow leaves. People in China are upset with a man who cryogenically froze his dead wife because he is dating a new woman. JLR cries over a movie scene. Rover and Snitzer put their Christmas trees up. President Donald Trump upset by questions from ABC News White House correspondent Mary Bruce. A twenty-nine year old woman says she is marrying her fiancé because he is rich. Faking your finances on social media. Duji is wearing Dolly Parton gloves. More than half of people lie about their financial status. The most broke Snitzer has ever been in life. Dinner party at the condo in Miami. Raffle tickets. Mormon magic undergarments. Rover hates the latest J. Crew sweater. Duji has an update on her breast burns. Concrete slide burn. JLR does his hair before talking to the sales girl.

What is that white stuff in JLR's hair? Rover watches the Yarbo blow leaves. People in China are upset with a man who cryogenically froze his dead wife because he is dating a new woman. JLR cries over a movie scene. Rover and Snitzer put their Christmas trees up. President Donald Trump upset by questions from ABC News White House correspondent Mary Bruce. A twenty-nine year old woman says she is marrying her fiancé because he is rich. Faking your finances on social media. Duji is wearing Dolly Parton gloves. More than half of people lie about their financial status. The most broke Snitzer has ever been in life. Dinner party at the condo in Miami. Raffle tickets. Mormon magic undergarments. Rover hates the latest J. Crew sweater. Duji has an update on her breast burns. Concrete slide burn. JLR does his hair before talking to the sales girl. See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Duji is wearing Dolly Parton gloves. More than half of people lie about their financial status. The most broke Snitzer has ever been. Dinner party at the condo in Miami. Raffle tickets. Mormon magic undergarments. 

Everyone tells you to find your why. But what if that's backwards? I've had tens of thousands of conversations with people trying to figure out their lives. And I've noticed something controversial: nobody leads with their why. They lead with what they want. The why comes later when things get hard and you need fuel to keep going. Most of your happiness comes from stumbling into things you love, not from some mythical why you discover on a mountaintop. Today I'm pushing back on popular advice and sharing what actually works when you're trying to build the life you want. Featured Story My wife once told me she decided to date a bad boy. That bad boy was me. Then when I asked her to marry me, she said yes. But she also said something that made me laugh: "I figured out you're just a little bit bad. Mostly good." We used to plan these elaborate dates. Dinner, dancing, the whole production. Those nights were usually just okay. But the nights we stumbled into with zero planning? Those were magic. That's how life works too. You can be intentional all you want, but sometimes the best stuff happens when you're just bumbling around and something sticks. Important Points Your passion isn't sitting out there waiting to be discovered. You trip and stumble into it when you're out there trying things and something clicks. People don't lead with why. They lead with what they want. I've seen this play out thousands of times in real conversations with real people. The why becomes critical when you're chasing something so big it scares you. That's when you need to know why you're doing it to keep going. Memorable Quotes "Life is long. You're going to change. I have people all the time say, Scott, you're not the same guy you were 20 years ago. That's the whole point." "What happens if you have no idea what you want, but still the good things keep arriving in your life?" "If you just bumble and stumble around, find the what you like, it won't be long before you find purpose. And purpose becomes your why." Scott's Three-Step Approach Get up and take a step. Stop overthinking your why and start trying things. When you find something you like, stick with it a little bit. Focus on the what first. Ask yourself what you want to do, not why you want to do it. The why reveals itself when the work gets hard. Let purpose become your why. When you're doing something long enough and you're committed to it, your purpose becomes clear and that's your real why. Chapter Notes 0:03 - The what and why question that drives everyone crazy 0:37 - Building your peaceful base between here and there 1:27 - The bumbling and stumbling truth about colorful lives 2:51 - Why passion isn't waiting to be discovered 3:52 - My controversial take on leading with why 5:37 - When stumbling around creates your best happiness 6:33 - The only time your why really matters Connect With Me Search for the Daily Boost on YouTube, Apple Podcasts, and Spotify Email: support@motivationtomove.com Main Website: motivationtomove.com YouTube: youtube.com/dailyboostpodcast Instagram: @heyscottsmith Facebook Page: facebook.com/motivationtomove Facebook Group: Join the Daily Boost Community Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

   If you saw pictures or videos of the elegant dinner Tuesday night at the White House all you could think is President Trump is making dinners great again.  Oh, and we need a new ballroom at the White House.  Wait until you hear this guest list.    A listener sent an incredible email about what he sees every day in the trucking industry and you will be shocked.  Marco Rubio announces a whopping number of VISA's he's revoked because people come here and do bad things.   In sports, KU played Duke hard and tough but just didn't have enough without star guard Darryn Peterson.  But it left you asking the question if KU is better than Duke if they did have him.  A survey in Kansas regarding new ballparks is a total waste of time.  HOA's near the 119th and Nalls site seem to think they have some power in preventing the Royals from building.    The computer says the Chiefs are 50/50 to make the playoffs, I'll take the YES side of that bet and we explain why.  Callaway sells Top Golf and our Final Final is an online trend of how to get the best of Porch Pirates.

Every day that passes is another day Thanksgiving creeps closer so today we brainstormed safe conversation topics for the dinner table, we tried to do something nice and it blew up in our faces, and did we get another Nikki's Thousand Dollar Minute winner?? You'll have to listen to find out! Catch up on everything you missed from today's show on The Morning Mix Podcast!Listen to The Morning Mix weekdays from 5:30am – 10:00am on 101.9fm The Mix in Chicago or with the free Mix App available in the Apple App Store and Google Play.Follow The Mix: The MixstagramGet the Free MIX App: Stream The MixSee Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

Join Badlands Media for special coverage of President Trump and The First Lady participate in a dinner with the Crown Prince and Prime Minister of the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia, Mohammed bin Salman (MBS)  

We are trying to get an answer as to why he was ghosted or 'left on read' after his dinner date... listen back to this morning's 'Left On Read' now on all podcasting platforms. See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

It was a global week for the Morning After crew! Tim and Frank headed west to Arizona for a ministry conference, while Andrew crossed the Atlantic for a class in Belfast and even snuck in a Sunday visit to a church in London.Back home, Lakeview literally had turkeys at church, while Safety Harbor hosted their annual Dinner of Thanks and ate turkey instead. So whether you were flying over the pond or frying up a bird, there was plenty to be grateful for.Tune in as we catch up on travel stories, Thanksgiving leftovers, and all the ministry moments in between!

Today, we are diving deep into what it truly means to be fearless—whether you're launching a business, standing up to the local government, or just trying to live a sustainable life. Featured Event: Mark your calendars for the Dec 20 LFTN Christmas Reception—sign up now! Sponsors: Wealthsteading Podcast: InvestableWealth.com DiscountMylarBags.com Tales from the Prepper Pantry Broccoli rip cord TSP left over saute Peppers from Rick Ready for whole cows Shopping Report: Should we reboot this segment? Who wants to start going to Aldi on a weekly basis? Frugality Tip I was randomly looking at Etsy and saw someone selling something I was interested in that was local to me.  I messaged them and asked about local pick up and cash price.  They were very interested in cash money with pick up and I saved some money on my purchase.  So ask, it will never kill you, and might save you a few dollars. Operation Independence 3-Month Rental at Basecamp: $800/month, Event Rental Launch Main Topic: Fearless Living – The Two Sides of "Go For It" We are talking about two forms of courage today: Professional Courage (to launch and critique) and Personal Courage (to be vulnerable and stand up). 1. The Courage to Launch and Critique: The Farm-to-Table AAR The Farm-to-Table Dinner was a huge "Go For It" moment. The real courage is in the fearless honesty of the After Action Review (AAR): Is this financially viable? $155 - 13/hour The Diagnostic Tool: The Homestead Revenue Stack We put the Dinner through our Homestead Revenue Stack to analyze where it sits and what it needs to succeed. The Dinner sits primarily in the Service Layer (Dinner/Class). AAR Findings & Action Plan Logistics Check: Reality vs. plan mismatch. Example: "Sunset on paper vs. Sunset in the holler (30 min BUBBLE)." Venue Needs: The oven/stove at BC needs an upgrade. Experience Flow: Need better arrival/mingling flow. Financial Fixes: We need to Price up, increase numbers at the dinner,  and rely on Upsells. Opportunity: There is an opportunity for a premium cherry add-on for the dinner service. Action: Get the chef on the wild edible walk (to enhance the product layer). Action: If connected to a Farm-to-Table meal delivery service, that would be amazing. 2. The Courage to Stand Up and Be Vulnerable: Local Politics Sometimes "Go For It" means stepping outside your established comfort zone for a cause greater than your business. The Event: Giving public testimony in front of county officials. The Experience: I got nervous! My voice sounded emotional instead of my usual assertive self. The Takeaway: The vulnerability made the testimony more powerful. Being involved in important local matters is one of the few ways we can truly make a difference for our communities, food freedom, and farmers. Bringing it Home: Your Challenge to Go For It Courage is action, not the absence of fear. Don't wait until you're "ready." 1. Fearlessly Audit a Project: Go For It and audit a side hustle or homestead project using a framework like the Revenue Stack. Be honest about where you need to price up, fix it, or drop it. 2. Go For the Hard Conversation: Go For It and speak up about a local issue or personal matter you know you should address. Your passion is more powerful than silence. 3. Take the First Small Step: What is the one small, specific step you can take today to move toward a big goal? Final Thought Sometimes, you just need to go for it.   Make it a great week.   Song:   GUYS! Don't forget about the cookbook, Cook With What You Have by Nicole Sauce and Mama Sauce.    Community Follow me on Nostr: npub1u2vu695j5wfnxsxpwpth2jnzwxx5fat7vc63eth07dez9arnrezsdeafsv Mewe Group: https://mewe.com/join/lftn Telegram Group: https://t.me/LFTNGroup Odysee: https://odysee.com/$/invite/@livingfree:b Resources Membership Sign Up Holler Roast Coffee Harvest Right Affiliate Link

(00:00:00) Intro (00:01:49) Howl Outs (00:07:20) We Just Got Done Watching Ghostbasket (00:17:23) Did We Learn Anything Today? (00:19:03) Parting Thoughts In this episode we talk about Ghostbasket. Ghostbasket comes with the house, and I have to warn you, he doesn't like young people!Thank you so much for listening. Connect with us and let us know what you think of the show!Get Dinner with the Heelers merch! At Dashery by TeePublic you can get shirts (and all sorts of other cool things) with Dinner with the Heelers artwork. Grab yours today!Get ad-free episodes via Patreon for only $1 a month: patreon.com/theblueypodcastCheck out this video about how our podcast is made:TikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@theblueypodcast/video/7370492256005950766Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/reel/C7NKLQhAIUv/A huge thank you to Ryanna Larson (Instagram: @blueyfamilyportraits) for the amazing show cover art. Connect with her on Instagram to commission a portrait for your family!Website: theblueypodcast.comPatreon: patreon.com/theblueypodcastTikTok: @theblueypodcastTwitter: @theblueypodcastInstagram: @theblueypodcastFacebook: Dinner with the HeelersEmail: blueypodcast@gmail.comBecome a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/dinner-with-the-heelers-a-bluey-podcast--6729926/support.

A Day in Disney's Animal Kingdom: A Complete Guide to Adventure and AweArriving early is one of the best ways to experience Animal Kingdom. As you walk across the bridge from the Oasis toward the Tree of Life, the park begins to reveal itself slowly. Birds call from hidden perches, foliage rustles, and the elaborate carvings on the Tree of Life seem to come alive in the morning light.If you plan to experience the attractions in Pandora, heading directly there is wise. The Wait time for Avatar Flight of Passage is shortest in the morning and gives you a breathtaking ride through the landscapes of Pandora. For a gentler but equally beautiful experience, Na'vi River Journey offers a serene boat ride through bioluminescent forests.Once the initial rush settles, the park becomes a haven for exploration. The Kilimanjaro Safaris ride is a must. It is one of the rare theme park experiences where no two rides are the same, thanks to the movement and moods of the animals. Morning to late morning is a great window, as many animals are active before the heat of the day.Exploring the walking trails, such as the Gorilla Falls Exploration Trail or the Maharajah Jungle Trek, brings a quieter appreciation of the park. These trails allow you to move at your own pace, read interpretive displays, and spend time watching animals in habitats that feel remarkably open and natural.If you are hungry, Animal Kingdom has some of Disney's best food options. Satu'li Canteen offers customizable bowls that are fresh and flavorful, while Flame Tree Barbecue delivers hearty classics with scenic seating by the water.By afternoon, it is time for some excitement. Expedition Everest is the park's signature roller coaster, blending speed, storytelling, and one infamous guardian of the mountain. Even if you do not usually seek out thrill rides, Everest has a unique charm that comes from its details and immersive queue.Nearby, Finding Nemo: The Big Blue and Beyond provides a beautifully staged musical break inside a cool, dark theater. For an even deeper dive into nature and culture, Festival of the Lion King remains one of Disney's most celebrated live productions, offering breathtaking vocals, acrobatics, and choreography inspired by the film.If heat or crowds rise, this is a great time to pause with a cold drink or take a slow walk through Discovery Island, stopping to look at the often-overlooked animal exhibits surrounding the Tree of Life.As sunset approaches, the park transforms. Pandora's glowing plants begin to pulse with color, and the atmosphere shifts from lively to enchanting. This is a perfect time to walk the pathways between the floating mountains, taking in the sounds and details that are easy to miss during the day.Dinner options like Tiffins or Yak and Yeti offer relaxing, flavorful meals to close out your exploration. Afterward, enjoy a final walk past the softly lit Tree of Life. The nighttime awakenings, featuring projection shows with animal themes, are subtle but magical, offering a reflective end to the day.A day in Animal Kingdom is not just about rides or shows but about stepping into a world that celebrates exploration, conservation, and imagination. It offers a pace unlike any other Disney park, encouraging you to slow down, observe, and connect with the stories and animals around you. Whether this is your first visit or your tenth, the park always finds new ways to surprise and inspire.

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Unless you still live at home, or you're married with your own family... you've probably got one of these on your VM. 

Today the show starts with Marc informing how you could win a dinner with himself and Blues legend Tony Twist. First episode of season 2 of Landman was not impressive for Marc. In Buck Don't Give a #^%@ it is truth bomb Tuesday focused on parenting. Finally, Marc and Dan discuss their fighting days.

A Shipwreck, an Act of Cannibalism, and a Murder Trial that Changed Legal History. Four men in a lifeboat.Two weeks without food. One impossible choice that would reshape the boundaries between survival and murder. On May 19, 1884, the yacht Mignonette set sail from England on what should have been an uneventful voyage. When their vessel sank in the Atlantic, Captain Thomas Dudley and his crew found themselves adrift in a tiny lifeboat. As days turned to weeks, they faced an unthinkable choice: starve to death or resort to cannibalism. My guest for this episode is the author of Captain's Dinner, Adam Cohen. For more about Captain's Dinner please visit the publisher's web site. *Disclosure: An advance complimentary copy of Captain's Dinner was provided to Shipwrecks and Sea Dogs by the publisher. No other remuneration was given to Shipwrecks and Sea Dogs or Rich Napolitano for Mr. Cohen's participation in this episode. **No AI was used in the production of this podcast. Written, edited, and produced by Rich Napolitano. All episodes can be found at ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://www.shipwrecksandseadogs.com⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠. Original theme music by ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Sean Sigfried⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠. Listen AD-FREE by becoming an Officer's Club Member ! Join at ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://www.patreon.com/shipwreckspod⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ Shipwrecks and Sea Dogs Merchandise is available! ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠https://shop.shipwrecksandseadogs.com⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ You can support the podcast with a donation of any amount at: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://buymeacoffee.com/shipwreckspod⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ Join the Into History Network for ad-free access to this and many other fantastic history podcasts! ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠⁠https://www.intohistory.com/shipwreckspod⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ Follow Shipwrecks and Sea Dogs ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Subscribe on YouTube⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Follow on BlueSky⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Follow on Threads⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Follow on Instagram⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Follow on Facebook⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Georgia controlled possession (35:09), ran the ball effectively, and executed their most complete team performance of the season. With Stockton throwing 5 TDs and the defense suffocating Texas on third down, the Bulldogs officially reminded the country who they are.Georgia Bulldogs dominate Texas 35–10 in a matchup that was supposed to be the dramatic finale of a rivalry trilogy — but instead became a one-sided statement win. We break down the game from every angle, including:

Host: Jennifer Brown, Michelle Luders & Crystal Cunningham - with special guest Tom TurkeyTOPICS: Whats for Dinner? This or That

As the year winds down and the holidays creep closer, Ronnika and Jeffrey dive into what it really means to show up — for your people, your purpose, and yourself. From childhood lessons that shaped our consistency to the chaos of early holiday madness (yes, Mariah Carey is defrosted ), this episode is about finding presence in a busy world. Tune in for laughter, lessons, and a few petty debates about sweet potato pie vs. pumpkin. Plus: a teaser for our Thanksgiving special — “Who's Coming to Dinner?” Available wherever you listen to podcasts.Host: Ronnika W. & Jeffrey BMusic: Wallflowers by Bad SnacksConnect with Ronnika: ⁠⁠⁠⁠https://linktr.ee/ronnikawilliams⁠⁠⁠Connect with Jeffrey: @mrfantasticworld on IG#PleaseDoTellPodcast #Storytelling #BlackCulture #FallVibes #ShowingUp #CommunityCare #PodcastLife #RonnikaAndJeffrey

Fluent Fiction - Danish: A Cozy Dinner Turns into a Race Against Time Find the full episode transcript, vocabulary words, and more:fluentfiction.com/da/episode/2025-11-18-08-38-20-da Story Transcript:Da: Freja tog en dyb indånding og kiggede ud på de gyldne blade, der blidt faldt fra træerne i den stille forstadskvarter.En: Freja took a deep breath and looked out at the golden leaves gently falling from the trees in the quiet suburban neighborhood.Da: Solen kastede et blødt lys hen over hendes spisestue, hvor lysene var tændt, og bordet var pænt dækket.En: The sun cast a soft light across her dining room, where the lights were on, and the table was neatly set.Da: Hun smilte til sig selv.En: She smiled to herself.Da: Middagen var klar, og hun glædede sig til en hyggelig aften med sin lille familie og sin bror Mikkel, der var på besøg fra København.En: The dinner was ready, and she looked forward to a cozy evening with her small family and her brother Mikkel, who was visiting from København.Da: Mikkel dukkede straks op med sin traditionelle venlige energi, "Hej, Freja!En: Mikkel appeared immediately with his usual friendly energy, "Hi, Freja!Da: Det dufter dejligt her!"En: It smells wonderful in here!"Da: sagde han og gav hende et stort kram.En: he said and gave her a big hug.Da: Ved bordet sad hendes datter, Signe, allerede spændt.En: At the table sat her daughter, Signe, already excited.Da: Hun elskede, når onkel Mikkel kom på besøg.En: She loved it when Uncle Mikkel came to visit.Da: Freja satte maden på bordet og sagde: "Velbekomme alle sammen."En: Freja placed the food on the table and said, "Enjoy your meal, everyone."Da: De begyndte at spise, og stemningen var afslappet, fyldt med latter og historier om Mikkels seneste eventyr i storbyen.En: They began to eat, and the atmosphere was relaxed, filled with laughter and stories of Mikkel's latest adventures in the big city.Da: Men pludselig ændrede alt sig.En: But suddenly everything changed.Da: Signe begyndte at hoste voldsomt.En: Signe began to cough violently.Da: "Mor, jeg har det ikke godt," kvækkede hun og greb om sin hals.En: "Mom, I don't feel well," she croaked, grabbing her throat.Da: Frejas hjerte sprang et slag over.En: Freja's heart skipped a beat.Da: Allergiske reaktioner var ikke nyt for Signe, men det var sjældent de kom så pludseligt og voldsomt.En: Allergic reactions weren't new for Signe, but it was rare for them to come on so suddenly and violently.Da: "Mikkel!"En: "Mikkel!"Da: sagde Freja hastigt, "Ring til 112 nu!"En: said Freja hastily, "Call 112 now!"Da: Han sprang op fra sin stol og greb sin telefon, men han tøvede, da han indså, at han ikke kendte stedets adresse.En: He jumped up from his chair and grabbed his phone, but hesitated when he realized he didn't know the address of the place.Da: Freja forblev rolig, trods panikken der truede med at overmande hende.En: Freja remained calm, despite the panic threatening to overwhelm her.Da: "Det er på skærmen i entréen," instruerede hun, mens hun hurtigt tog fat i førstehjælpskassen.En: "It's on the screen in the entryway," she instructed, while quickly grabbing the first aid kit.Da: Signe sad nu med anstrengt vejrtrækning, og Freja begyndte at give hende førstehjælp.En: Signe was now breathing laboriously, and Freja began to administer first aid.Da: Mikkel fik endelig fat i ambulancetjenesten og forklarede situationen.En: Mikkel finally reached the emergency services and explained the situation.Da: Udenfor hørtes hurtigt sirenerne nærme sig.En: Outside, the sirens quickly approached.Da: Just som Signe's tilstand blev værre, dukkede det medicinske personale op ved døren.En: Just as Signe's condition worsened, the medical personnel appeared at the door.Da: Tiden føltes som en evighed, men de professionelle trådte hurtigt til og gav Signe den nødvendige behandling.En: Time felt like an eternity, but the professionals quickly stepped in and provided Signe with the necessary treatment.Da: Freja kunne endelig trække vejret dybt igen.En: Freja could finally breathe deeply again.Da: Mens Signe blev stabiliseret, samledes alle omkring hende.En: As Signe was stabilized, everyone gathered around her.Da: Deres hjerter bankede stadig hurtigt, men der var en fælles følelse af lettelse.En: Their hearts were still racing, but there was a shared feeling of relief.Da: "Du klarede det godt, søs," sagde Mikkel stille og klappede Freja på skulderen.En: "You did well, sis," said Mikkel quietly, patting Freja on the shoulder.Da: Da de alle sad sammen efter lidt tid, mærkede Freja en ny styrke indeni sig selv.En: As they all sat together after a while, Freja felt a new strength within herself.Da: Forsamlingen, der engang bare skulle være en hyggelig middag, viste sig at være en stærk påmindelse om familie og det bånd, der binder dem.En: The gathering, which was once just meant to be a cozy dinner, turned out to be a strong reminder of family and the bond that ties them.Da: Mikkel talte tint om at blive i et par dage for at hjælpe til, og Freja vidste nu, at uanset udfordringerne, kunne de klare dem sammen.En: Mikkel spoke tentatively about staying for a few days to help out, and Freja now knew that no matter the challenges, they could face them together.Da: Aftenen blev indhyllet i efterårsbladene igen, men den kærlighed og beslutsomhed, der var vokset, lyste klart i deres lille hjem.En: The evening was enveloped in autumn leaves again, but the love and determination that had grown shone brightly in their little home. Vocabulary Words:suburban: forstadskvarterneatly: pæntcozy: hyggeligappeared: dukkede optentatively: tintgently: blidtdining room: spisestueadventures: eventyrviolently: voldsomtcroaked: kvækkedehastily: hastigthesitated: tøvedeentryway: entréenlaboriously: anstrengtadminister: giveemergency services: ambulancetjenestensirens: sirenerneworsened: blev værrecondition: tilstandeternity: evighedbreathe deeply: trække vejret dybtstabilized: stabiliseretgathered: samledesrelief: lettelseenveloped: indhylletdetermination: beslutsomhedracing: bankede hurtigtrealized: indsåthreatening: truedeprompted: instruerede

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Does having an affair make you a bad employee? Asking for a friend. Meet the CEO who fired two employees when she found out they were cheating on their spouses. She says if you can't be trusted at home, you can't be trusted at work. Is she right? Plus, everyone's talking about the Epstein/Trump emails again and we want Amelia to answer the question: What's all this about Bill Clinton, or maybe a horse? And, it's only a matter of time before one of your friends starts gushing to you about their new love interest and you find out... they're not human. Please step into the world of AI 'companions', where Clare Stephens is worried that we'll lose sight of our humanity and Holly's wondering if they could take a load off. Also, what time do you have dinner? And, what Justin Trudeau's ex has to say (and sing) about his new relationship with Katy Perry. Support independent women's media What To Listen To Next: Listen to our latest episode: Squirting, Dawn Culture & The Most Motivating Word Listen: Letters To Juliet & 'The One' Question Everyone Is Asking Listen: The 'Australia Effect' & Meghan and Harry's Curious Party Edit Listen: A Very Bad Decision & An Imploding Friendship Group Listen: Kim Kardashian's Zero-Star Strategy Listen: The Great Influencer Exodus & The Sex We Never Talk About Listen: Every Single Thing We Have In Our Handbags Connect your subscription to Apple Podcasts Discover more Mamamia Podcasts here including the very latest episode of Parenting Out Loud, the parenting podcast for people who don't listen to... parenting podcasts. Watch Mamamia Out Loud: Mamamia Out Loud on YouTube Outlouders, we're casting for Season 2 of Mamamia's This Is Why We Fight podcast and we'd love to hear your stories. Apply here. What to read: "Chatfishing" is the new texting hack getting people more dates. There's just one problem. It was the 'affair' that broke the internet. Nobody saw Astronomer's next move coming. Katy Perry and Justin Trudeau just hard-launched their relationship. Document linking famous associates of sex offender Jeffery Epstein revealed. The death of the family dinner table. THE END BITS: Check out our merch at MamamiaOutLoud.com GET IN TOUCH: Feedback? We’re listening. Send us an email at outloud@mamamia.com.au Share your story, feedback, or dilemma! Send us a voice message. Join our Facebook group Mamamia Outlouders to talk about the show. Follow us on Instagram @mamamiaoutloud and on Tiktok @mamamiaoutloudBecome a Mamamia subscriber: https://www.mamamia.com.au/subscribeSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

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Hosts Jon and Robert chat with CWA biologists about the Colusa Dinner, CWA programs like egg salvage, banding, youth camps, hunt properties, and local sponsors—plus a tour of the Duck Hunter Hostel and highlights of auction prizes and community impact.

Lehmo and Isaac Smith are in the host's chairs today, although they could've discussed who was going to speak first. Once they sorted that out, Isaac rolls into a comprehensive wrappy, including a feisty little pitch invader at a local cricket match. We want you to pump yourself up with Monday Brag Artist, Isaac surprises Lehmo with some surprise audio before Lehmo turns the tables, and we get more wrappy with some animated commentary. Lehmo's List looks at some quirky moments in Aussie sport, and we've got some famous Irish sporting moments after they advanced through to the Men's Soccer World Cup. Hawthorn President Andy Gowers calls in after the official opening of the Kennedy Community Centre in Dingley, and Rush Hour family member Maddy has a controversial What's For Dinner to close the show.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

It's Doomsday Day on the Watchcast, a day that our own Vinny Caravella has hoped and prayed for ever since we launched this podcast. So join us as we go through Vinny's all-time favorite movie, trying to make sense of its frenetic editing and nonsensical plot, or at least as much sense as it deserves. CHAPTERS: (00:00:00) - The Nextlander Watchcast Episode 158: Doomsday (2008) (00:00:14) - Intro. (00:07:54) - How Vinny came to this movie. (00:11:15) - Neil Marshall, and how he went from The Descent to this. (00:19:39) - Some last production notes, and cast chat. (00:32:23) - Getting some questions out up top, and the opening salvo of pandemic horror. (00:41:43) - Break! (00:42:07) - We're back, and it's time to rocket into the terrifying future of 2035. (00:51:05) - An impossible mission and a forgettable team tasked with carrying it out. (00:55:55) - Let's just go ahead and dispatch most of this team as quickly as we can. (01:04:18) - We meet the Prodigy gang. (01:10:04) - Dinner and a show. (01:19:13) - A mad dash to a surprisingly well-preserved train, and a conspicuous apocalypse bunker. (01:27:46) - Welcome to Medieval Times. (01:32:40) - Reaper Madness has hit London. (01:35:57) - A quick gladiator battle before we're scurrying off the way we came. (01:40:59) - Mad Max: Beyond Shame. (01:44:12) - Eden gets...revenge? Or something like it? (01:54:36) - Final thoughts, and list placements. (02:01:04) - Housekeeping for next week's movie: Jet Li in The One! (02:04:05) - Outro.

Tallyrand is open this Thanksgiving for takeout and dine in. 11am-7pm is when you can get your meal and fast. It's only $30.95 FOR Thanksgiving turkey or baked ham. Dinner includes mashed potatoes, stuffing with turkey special, yams, sourdough bread and yummy pumpkin pie. Take a listen. See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Italian dinner? Check. Hike talk? Check. Mutual dislike for chatty movie-goers? Check. Everything seemed perfect for Adam and Brittany… until she ghosted him. Time to figure out what went wrong.

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The Time Riders: Part 8 A Date With Death. Based on a post by BiscuitHammer, in 16 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels. Into the pit. Domitia was brought through the streets, which were lined with huge crowds watching her somberly. She was attended by at least twenty soldiers, who walked in silence around her. Accompanying them were her former sister Vestals and the Pontifex Maximus, one of the greatest priests in Rome and head of the state religion. It was he who ultimately was in charge of the Virgins, both choosing them and stripping them of their office if the need arose. He walked ahead of her, his face grave. Domitia wore a simple white tunic now, but all other signs of her former life were gone. Her magnificent braids were undone, and her brown hair hung down her back shamefully. The colors she'd been allowed to wear were missing. In times past, disgraced Virgins had been excoriated, possibly just beaten with a rod, but now, in the height of mighty Rome's power, the punishment was death, for endangering the city. But no one was insane enough to spill the blood of a Vestal Virgin, disgraced or not, so her execution was not so direct. She would be sent underground into a small chamber, with a stock of food and supplies, and locked in there until she starved to death, or succumbed to sickness. They weren't killing her, per se; she was merely shunned until she died. Such was the way of Imperial Rome. Her condemnation and pronouncement of her fate had already been declared, at the beginning of this long walk, meant to be a show of penitence before the face of all Rome. And as humiliated and crushed as she was, her foremost thought was about Bonosus, and his magnificent cock. Even now, being led through the streets, her cunt was wet and ached to feel him buried inside her. Before she knew it, they had arrived at their destination, a small area in the north of the city, with a plot dug into the ground. Stopping at its edge, she looked down inside; the walls were lined with wood, probably to prevent a collapse, and there seemed to be a small stool and a cot within. She heard hysterical sobbing from nearby, and turned her head to see her mother, her birth mother, Pompeneia, weeping from behind the barricade of guards and calling out to her. Domitia's heart ached for a moment, but then she turned her gaze back to the den prepared for her. Her fate was sealed. She glanced over to look at her sister Vestals, but they refused to look at her, staring ahead resolutely. She could see tears in dear Silla's eyes, though; she had hurt the Sisterhood badly, and this was how she was to pay for it. So be it. With all the dignity she could muster, Domitia swallowed her fear and stepped forward, turning and climbing down the ladder, descending roughly ten feet until she reached the earthen floor. There were small candles burning on some stone surfaces, allowing for dim light. She looked upward, and the last thing she saw was the face of the Pontifex Maximus looking down at her, his expression unreadable, before a heavy door was slammed down and locked, cutting off all light and all sound from above. She shuddered at the sound, her stomach twisting in knots. She knew that there was no way out. The door would be weighted, and guards set outside for weeks, to prevent anyone from trying to rescue her. Despite her fear, she looked around, noting the small amount of food supplies left for her, and a small, narrow hole dug in one corner where she was to relieve herself. It wouldn't do to have a Vestal Virgin stinking of shit, even a disgraced one, and even in death. The silence was almost terrifying. She slumped into the small chair left for her, shivering and biting her lip as she felt that her cunt was still wet, the sticky lips parting slightly as she spread her legs. Thoughts of Bonosus returned to her, and she couldn't help but reach down beneath her tunic and begin rubbing her fingers over herself. The fear she felt melted away as she tickled her throbbing clit and teased her warm nether lips. Domitia closed her eyes and sighed in pleasure. If she was to die in this hateful place, it would be while cumming, thinking of that magnificent cock, spurting inside her one last time; The wall opposite her creaked and opened, the stout wooden boards pulling away. Domitia almost yelped in shock, but she didn't stop playing with herself. She stared in astonishment as a tall blonde woman came inside, carrying a torch. Following her was Nanu, a slave-girl that Domitia would have sworn belonged to her parents. "Well, hello, Domitia," the blonde woman said, smiling at her. "I'm Lady Aurora Horatia, Bonosus' mistress. Are you ready to get out of here?" Domitia nodded, but then paused, reconsidering as her fingers plunged in and out of her molten cunt. "Can you; give me just a moment here?" the former Virgin asked sheepishly. Into the Arena. Mark winced and squinted as the great gate opened, allowing light to flood into the dark tunnel. The grinding and heaving of the gears that moved the iron-reinforced barriers echoed loudly, and his heart pounded in anxiety. He was almost hyperventilating, and he could feel the blood racing through his veins. Maybe taking the adrenalin tab he'd finally found stashed behind a loose brick wasn't such a good idea. And no instructions, either. He reminded himself to punch himself in the face when he saw himself again. Hey, at least he knew he survived. He felt himself shoved roughly out into the arena, looking around in bewilderment as tens of thousands of people all shouted and jeered at him. Part of the huge stadium was cast into shadow because of the giant canvas awning that covered a full third of its seating and the arena in the center. He thought it was called the Velarium, but he wasn't sure. The roaring noise of the crowds hurt his ears, and he felt dizzy. The tab's effects apparently hadn't evened out in him yet. Maybe he should have taken it earlier? Wearing his itchy burlap loincloth, a rope belt, sandals and nothing else, Mark wandered slowly toward the center of the sandy field, his cudgel in hand. The echoing sounds of the crowd were maddening, and he felt almost dizzy. What was the purpose of this damn tab, anyway? Guards approached him. His urge was to run, but where would he go? Trembling, he stood his ground and waited for them. One of them grabbed him roughly and spun him about to face something, shoving him to one knee. Mark gasped, but then looked up and paused. On the other side of the giant stadium, sitting in a shaded box, was a man wearing purple, surrounded by guards and other dignitaries. It had to be the Emperor. The most powerful man in the world. If only he knew which one it was. Maybe he could've gotten an autograph. He chuckled bitterly at his joke, but the guard holding him told him to shut up and slapped him across the back of the head. Mark's eyes snapped open and fury flared through him. He surged to his feet and his shoulder-block knocked the guard backwards, to the astonishment of the audience. The guard and another one nearby drew their weapons and were about to kill him, when trumpets blared from all around the perimeter of the Colosseum. Mark looked around warily, seeing the reaction of the crowds as the two guards withdrew. Drums sounded out now, and more trumpets. He looked over at the emperor, his eyes going wide as he noticed a familiar, stunning blonde woman in a seat next to him and watching Mark with a smirk. Kneeling beside her was Nanu. "Jesus, Becky, there's a million people in Rome; how many did you fuck?" he muttered, scowling. He heard the gates clanking open again and spun to face them, his heart racing again. From the dark tunnel strode a stout, bald man wearing leather armour on his shoulder and a metal-studded skirt, carrying a shield and wielding a small axe. "What is this, fetish night at the Colosseum?" Mark complained loudly as the man began to run toward him. Mark braced himself, watching warily. His earlier anxiety was being replaced by anger, and a desire to either flee or fight. He'd just trust to his adrenalin and hope that his future self knew what the Hell he was doing. The gladiator ran up and swung at Mark, who ducked and came up behind his foe. Before the man could turn, Mark struck him across the back of the head with his cudgel. The man crashed to the ground face-first. The crowd was yelling in outrage and astonishment. Apparently, that wasn't supposed to happen. The man showed no signs of rising, merely stirring feebly and groaning, a huge goose egg rising on the back of his head. Hastily, Mark leaned down and pulled the round wooden shield off the man's arm and pried the axe from his grip. He stood up, trying to control his breathing. His heart felt like it would burst out of his chest. He looked around, making sure no one was approaching him from any other direction, but nobody seemed to be forthcoming. Where was his next foe? It dawned on him that he hadn't been expected to last beyond this first fight. They were probably scrambling to figure out what to do next. Doubtless they'd be finding another gladiator to throw at him. He chanced a glance up at Becky, but she sat still, simply watching him. He didn't blame her; she was supposed to have turned on him, after all. He did notice that she was keeping one leg crossed over the other and bouncing her thighs subtly. Maybe the hormones weren't completely out of her system yet. Or it could have just been normal horny Becky. Who knew at this point? A few seconds later, the gates on another section of the concave wall that surrounded him opened slowly, and out strode a tall man, wearing only a loincloth like himself and greaves, but carrying a weighted net in one hand, and a trident in the other. "Trident!" Mark exclaimed to himself, remembering. "That's what those fucking things are called! Now I can; Hey!" Mark had gotten distracted and only barely jumped out of the way of the retiarius, who thrust his trident, trying to skewer his foe. Mark angrily struck at the man's head with his axe, but he raised the haft of the weapon to block and Mark's axe broke on it. The crowd cheered wildly as it saw what happened. Mark stared dumbly at the splintered handle of his weapon, the iron head missing entirely, having spun off to land in the dust several inconvenient feet away. "What the shit?" Mark shouted angrily as he dodged another attack, keeping his shield between himself and his enemy. The trident's tines glanced off the face of his shield, coming perilously close to ripping open his side. "You mean I can't kill anyone? I'm timelocked from killing someone, even if they're trying to kill me?" He dodged again and scrambled for his cudgel, lying next to the first man he'd knocked unconscious. The man he was fighting was quick, though, and lunged in, jamming his weapon forward and trying to impale Mark through his stomach with it. Mark blocked with the shield, shuddering in panic as he felt the tines burst through the wood and punch out the back side, dangerously close to his belly. But the trident was caught now, and now the two men wrestled back and forth desperately, with the retiarius trying to free his weapon and Mark doing everything he could to prevent that exact thing. Suddenly he realized that he was doing exactly the wrong thing, and simply let go of his shield. The gladiator now held his trident awkwardly, weighed down as it was by the shield embedded on it, and with no safe recourse to get it back. He flailed at Mark with the weighted edges of his net, threatening to break smaller bones if he got in too close. Mark dashed for the cudgel again, and this time his opponent couldn't quickly follow him. Mark picked it up and tried putting the man on the defensive, skirting around him, looking for an opening to strike. The man glared at him balefully, swinging the net if Mark got too close. He's not armored and he can't use his weapon; Mark reminded himself. He flung his cudgel at the gladiator's face and surged in while the man was trying to block the unexpected projectile. His trident was weighted down with Mark's shield, so he was using the net frantically to avoid being struck. Mark plowed into the man and took him down to the ground, using his advantage in height and weight. His foe wheezed as he landed hard on his back, beginning to thrash as Mark straddled his chest and pummeled at him. A lucky punch got through and Mark snapped his foe's head to the side with a right across the jaw. He went to sleep. The crowds were shouting again angrily as Mark stood, recovering his stupid club and taking the man's net, since the shield was wrecked, and the trident was no use since he apparently wasn't allowed to kill anyone. How did time lock know, anyway? He bent over, trying to control his breathing and his pulse. His head was spinning again from the anxiety. What the Hell was his future self thinking, leaving that damn tab to use? What sort of advantage and futuristic superpower was panic? You're pumping adrenalin; it makes runners faster, it makes them run longer; it makes people stronger in a crisis; He opened his eyes and stood, turning around and looking at the thousands upon thousands of people who hated him. Fuck those people. He turned and looked at the emperor and held the weighted net in the air, scowling at the sovereign. "That all you got, asshole?" he shouted, feeling himself get angrier and more aggressive with every moment. Becky could barely hear what Mark was yelling over the noise of the crowds, but she shifted somewhat uncomfortably when she felt the mood of the man next to her darken. "So that's how he wants to play it, hmm?" muttered the emperor, resting his cheek against his hand. "Uppity thing, this boy of yours, Lady Horatia." "Oh, he is no longer mine, great emperor; this behavior, reprehensible as it might be, is unknown to me. Please dispose of the upstart as you see fit," Becky replied, knowing better than to be perceived as defending Mark. "You can count on that, my lady;” he replied, nodding absently as he made some vague motion to a signaler. "If you will excuse me, sire, I must depart for a moment," Becky said, trying to not sound urgent. The emperor looked at her quizzically for a moment: "You would miss his doom?" She made a show of blushing: "His life and death mean nothing to me now, but all this excitement has undone me, sire. I must go and relieve myself, because it wouldn't do to piss myself in your presence." "Very well, then," he said, nodding. "But try to be back soon." Becky stood and bowed before exiting the emperor's spectator box, taking Nanu with her, pulling her along by the wrist. "My lady, is now a good time to see to such functions?" asked the Egyptian girl as she followed the blonde woman. "Is Bonosus not in great danger? I thought you meant to rescue him." "I can't rescue him sitting next to that pompous ass, now can I?" Becky hissed as she strode down one of the hallways. "And keep your voice down; I don't want people to know what we're doing." "Sorry, mistress," Nanu replied, blushing. She allowed herself to be dragged along for several seconds before asking her next question. "What are we doing, exactly?" "You'll see soon enough," Becky said grimly, her blue eyes flashing as she pushed through the throngs of people in the hallways that ran around the length of the Colosseum. "I hope you wore your cock-sucking lips today;” The huge man lumbered towards Mark; he was well over half a foot taller than Mark, and a whole lot heavier. Beneath his layer of fat, he was obviously muscular and very strong. He carried a shield in one hand, a wicked sword in the other. His loincloth was made of tough leather, covered in metal studs. His wide belt was also braced with metal. His right arm was protected from shoulder to wrist by a cauldron and gleaming steel plates. On his head was an intimidating helmet, the face mask looking like something out of "Mad Max: Fury Road," with a peaked top that sported what looked like a curved metal blade or sail. It looked like he was wearing a can opener on his head. "Fuck;” Mark whined to himself as he stood his ground, trying to figure out how he was going to keep from getting killed. He held his cudgel and his net, trying to look threatening, but the gorilla coming at him didn't seem to care. He jumped out of the way as the Samnite slashed with his sword. He tried to move in, but was sent flying backwards when the gladiator suddenly slammed the front of his shield into him. Landing on his back, Mark only had a split second to roll out of the way as the point of his foe's sword drove down into the dirt where'd he'd only just been. He kicked at the man's leg, but it held, and he scrambled away, looking to put some distance between them. "Hey, Jason Voorhies!" he called out, waving his club in the air. "Over here, candy-ass!" The gladiator turned his head to look at him while trying to wrench his blade from the hard-packed earth. He finally did so and stood upright, rolling his shoulders and striding forward again. He slashed with his blade, but Mark dodged once again and then threw his net over his foe. The Samnite got caught in it, but didn't go down, trying angrily to remove it. Mark jumped on his back and began hammering away with his stupid little club. The giant staggered about, flailing wildly to dislodge his smaller foe. The jeering from the crowd was punctuated with increasing amounts of laughter at this ridiculous spectacle. Mark hung on for dear life with one arm wrapped around the man, his other hand whacking away at the foe's helmet. But his own net was preventing the blows from being fully effective, despite the metallic ringing of his strikes. Unable to reach the pest on his back or use his weapons, the huge man simply fell backwards, hoping to crush Mark. It wasn't graceful, and it wasn't pretty, but it did stun Mark long enough to stop him from hitting his foe with his cudgel. "Oh fuck;” Mark wheezed as the Samnite rolled off him and struggled to get up while removing the netting. Mark slowly crawled away, shaking his head to stop the world from spinning. The jellied tissue that was once his lungs was on fire, and strained to get oxygen circulating through him. He heard his foe growl in frustration, and then he felt himself getting grabbed by the scruff of the neck and the back of his loincloth before being hauled completely off the ground; The crowd went wild as the gladiator threw Bonosus bodily to the ground, as if trying to crush his bones with the impact. He picked him up again and dashed him to the hard-packed earth, having given up on removing the net. Mark protected himself from the slams as best he could, but it wasn't helping much, given the strength of the man who was mauling him. The fourth time getting slammed to the ground was about Mark's limit, and the world had become nonsense around him; everything sounded like it was being played in drunken slow motion. His vision swam, and he really just wanted to take a damn nap. He shook his head trying to clear it, remembering that Becky had bought him time, so he'd best not waste it getting rag-dolled by this shit stain. While the Samnite was reaching down for him, Mark managed to roll onto his back and kicked up, hard, between the gladiator's legs. His foot found the man's crotch, and while the force of the blow was lessened by the net's interference, his foe still groaned, and his knees bent. Mark kicked again, and then once more, having finally staggered his foe. The man sank to his knees, holding his crotch. Mark couldn't see his face, but he was obviously in a great deal of pain. Mark staggered to his feet, ignoring the crowd's jeers and screams, focusing only on his foe. The gladiator was now protecting his crotch with his hands, so Mark couldn't kick him there, so he slammed the bottom of his foot into the larger man's chest, knocking him on his back, where he lay moaning. Mark stamped on his crotch for good measure. "Stop, dammit!" wailed the man. "Quit kicking me in the cock!" "Fuck you!" Mark spat, scowling. His chest was on fire and his entire body throbbed in pain. "You were trying to kill me, fuckface! Why should I give a shit what you think?" "I'll stop, I'll stop!" the man pleaded, writhing under the net and totally at Mark's mercy. "Just don't wreck my cock, I was gonna fuck tonight!" "Yeah, right," Mark sneered. "Who were you gonna fuck?" Mark spun as he heard an ululating war cry, and his eyes widened as he saw a woman running toward him, carrying a whip in one hand and a sword in the other. Her spiked hair was wet with blue woad paste, and her eyes were mad with battle lust. "Her;” the Samnite indicated. Becky and Nanu were both on their knees, mouths bobbing back and forth on the cocks of the men they had leaning back against the wall, groaning and pumping their hips. Neither of the men could believe their luck; they thought this would be another boring day for measly pay. From up here, they couldn't even see the action down in the arena well. Sulus and Catullus, two former merchant marines, were charged with keeping the Velarium in place during the spectacles. Their extensive experience with canvas sails made them ideal for this tedious but essential work. At least, that's what they were told, despite the thirty asses a day they received proclaiming otherwise. So imagine their good fortune and delight when this patrician woman and her slave-girl happened to wander on up, espy the two men, and offer to suck their cocks, without even charging them anything! Talk about Saturnalia in Quintilis! Nanu moaned as she swirled her tongue around the head of the cock she was sucking on, holding it by the base of the shaft, her eyes closed. This seemed like an odd time to be doing something like this, but Lady Aurora had been quite firm that it was part of the plan. So be it. Besides, that strange little patch her new mistress had affixed to the skin under her arm was making her so horny right now. Kneeling beside the slave, Becky's free hand reached out and took hold of Nanu's, giving it a squeeze. They continued pushing their wet mouths along the lengths of the throbbing shafts, both girls getting wetter and more aroused with each passing moment. Nanu pulled her mouth off the cock for a moment, sucking in air and breathing heavily as she massaged it with her tiny hand. Her face was flushed as she looked over at her new mistress, her eyes glazed with desire. Becky nodded her assent. Nanu stood quickly and lifted the long trails of her garment, exposing her ass and cunt to the man she'd been servicing. She turned around and leaned back against him, squirming her ass against his cock, making him moan loudly. With great need, she grabbed hold of his tool and speared herself down on it, sighing loudly before beginning to wiggle back and forth on him, shivering as he slid in and out of her. Becky rose to her feet soon after, moving around to face Nanu and leaning forward, with her hands on the slave-girl's shoulders and looking into her eyes. The marine got behind Becky and gripped her hips, pushing inside her. Becky moaned into Nanu's mouth as she kissed her, their tongues tangling hungrily while their tits squirmed and rubbed together. The men held tight and fucked the two women as hard as they could, looking to cum as quickly as possible. Hips smacked against asses and moans grew louder. Becky and Nanu now panted through an open-mouthed kiss, their hands groping one another in need. The Egyptian girl pressed back as hard as she could on the cock she was impaled on, while Becky ground in eager circles, yearning for release. Seconds later they were wailing into one another's mouths, shuddering in ecstasy as the men groaned and began pumping cum inside their wanton pussies. Becky and Nanu were relentless, milking the men for all they were worth, until they slumped to the stone floor, almost insensate from the orgasms these strange women had given them. Straddling the marines now, and facing into one another, Becky and Nanu continued kissing and fondling, even as they moved slowly up and down on the rigid poles they'd been fucking. "Umm, mistress;” Nanu said dreamily, lost in Becky's blue eyes. "I know, my love," Becky murmured, giving Nanu many light kisses on the lips, as if she was unable to help herself. "But we must; smooch; get ready to; do our part; smooch; and rescue Mark;” Nanu pulled back from the kiss and looked up in confusion. "Mark?" "Bonosus," Becky corrected herself, waving it off. "I'll explain later. Now help me get ready;” The crowd was howling with laughter as Mark ran around the arena in a panic, chased by the gladiatrix, who cracked her whip at him, screeching for him to get his ass back there so she could kick it. Mark didn't need oppositional defiance disorder to ignore her demands. The tip of that whip was cracking awfully close behind him. The Samnite he'd downed earlier grunted and flopped down again as Mark stamped on his back while running over him. "Don't try to get up, asshole, you promised!" Mark shouted angrily. "If you do, I don't care if she's trying to kill me, I'll come over there and kick you in the balls so hard you'll be spitting them out!" "Okay! Okay!" the man shouted back, lying on his stomach and waiting. "But I hope she catches you and rips your skin off to wear as a cloak!" "Oh, go sit on a Doric column!" Mark grumbled, deking to the left to try to throw her off. At this point, the crowd was chanting something, what he could only Assume Was Her Name "Achilleia! Achilleia!" "What is that, Latin for Psycho Hose-Beast?" Mark complained loudly, noticing that he had not gained any ground on his foe. He only had the stupid cudgel, whereas she had a wicked sword and a goddam whip. He had the distinct impression he couldn't tire her; she had the look of a woman on a murder mission; her eyes were wild with bloodlust, the scream escaping her lips singing of his gory doom. "She's the greatest female gladiator in Rome!" called out the Samnite, still watching from his confines beneath the net. "She's been more than a match for many men who have fought her!" "Singing my praises doesn't get you more cunt than normal, Rullus!" Achilleia snapped, still chasing her quarry. Gods, this slave could run! Pity she had to kill him, he was well-built and had a great ass! She pressed harder, now swiping with her sword, since using her whip slowed her down some. Like most gladiators, she was wearing little armour, only leather greaves, a leather loincloth, an abbreviated leather cuirass that exposed her midriff but held her tits in place, and a leather cauldron and brace on one arm. A steel fillet around her forehead glittered with glass beads, off-setting her wild blue death-hawk hair. She whooped in triumph as the tip of her sword tore open the back of his loincloth and it fell away, leaving Mark completely exposed as he fled for his life. The crowd was laughing hysterically again. "Dammit, I hate freeballing when I'm running!" he shouted angrily, grimacing as his balls slapped around his thighs. "You have no idea how uncomfortable this is!" "Stop running then, coward!" Achilleia taunted, enjoying the view even as she tried to kill him. "I only offer the bliss of death! One red kiss of my blade across your throat, slave, and you; Off!" Done with running, Mark stopped very suddenly and braced himself, hunkering down so that Achilleia plowed into him, completely unprepared. She staggered backward and Mark whirled and grappled onto her, preventing her from using her weapons. The gladiatrix snarled and tried to knee him in the crotch, but he kept his legs judiciously in the way. They tottered and staggered about, vying for control, until they tripped over the Samnite, who was helpless to avoid them. "Oh Fuck!" he wheezed as they landed on him and then rolled off, still tussling. "Welcome to my world, dickface!" Mark shouted back at him, still wrestling with Achilleia, who meant to murder him repeatedly. Out of desperation, and with the effects of the tab still coursing through his blood, he picked her up bodily and threw her to the ground, her sword clattering away. He dropped to his knees instantly, smacking her in the face with his scrotum. "Teabag!" he shouted before whirling around and grappling onto her, trying to subdue her. He hated the thought of punching a woman, but she was trying to eviscerate him, so an exception might be in order. Achilleia was a veteran of the gladiator pits, however, and not so easily dealt with. She recovered and thrashed around, screeching and trying to claw her foe's eyes out. He swatted the whip from her hands before she could strike him with it. Mark found her increasingly difficult to manage, using his weight on top of her body to keep her in place. That plan went south, however, when she wrapped her legs around his waist and began rocking back and forth, until she was on top. They rolled around in the dust while the crowd went insane. Mark had her arms gripped tightly, out to the sides, which forced her body down closer to his. The wild look in her eyes chilled his blood, and she tried to bite his neck repeatedly, to tear his throat out. He countered frantically by using his head to shove hers away from his tender skin, and the result must have looked ridiculous, the two of them pushing and sparring with their heads. "Gurr, let; me; kill; you!" Achilleia hissed, struggling to maintain her balance over her stronger foe. "I'll make it quick, I promise!" "It'll feel good, I promise!" Mark sneered, butting the side of her head to knock it away. "Why would I make this easy for you?" "Gonna; rip you; a new;” Achilleia strained, pushing down harder. She then paused, her eyes going wide with shock. "What; gods, do you have a hard-on?" Mark used the momentary pause to roll her over, her arms pinned beside her head. Achilleia's eyes were still wide as she goggled up at him. Unfortunately, yes, he was hard again. Either he was developing some sort of danger fetish, or the hormones weren't quite as out of his system as he thought. They struggled and thrashed, with the look of shock on Achilleia's face becoming one of irritation, then a weird determination. She wasn't fighting about so much, and she seemed to be pushing with her hips, almost pumping with them. She glared and bit her lip. The roaring of the crowds was slowly abating as they watched the proceedings on the arena floor. What was happening? Seconds ago, the gladiatrix had been trying to kill the slave, now they were; what were they doing? Mark kept her pinned beneath him, and couldn't help but join her in squirming as they glared into one another's eyes. Achilleia was undulating her hips now, her upper body virtually motionless. Mark grimaced at the feel of the toughened leather around her middle grinding on his hard-on. "Dammit;” Achilleia growled. "Let go of my god-rotting hand so I can move my loincloth!" Mark took a chance and let go of one of her hands. It flashed down and pulled aside the leather garment before taking hold of his hard cock and guiding it to her entrance. Without another thought, Mark pushed down, deep inside her. Achilleia wailed loudly and wrapped her legs around his waist again, pulling him in deeper still. The entire Colosseum throng had gone silent as the spectators stared, stunned by what they were witnessing. All that could be heard, echoing through the giant stadium, was Achilleia's cries of pleasure. Was this really happening? "Achilleia? What the Hell?" the Samnite yelled in outrage, his girlfriend getting fucked by Rome's most hated slave mere feet away from him. "Shut up, Rullus, he's fucking huge!" Achilleia shouted back, pumping her hips wildly against Mark. The gladiator did as he was told and simply sulked, turning his head to look elsewhere. The emperor watched out stonily, not at all impressed with the turn of events his grand spectacle for the people had taken. He'd heard of the blasphemy this upstart slave had committed, and this was supposed to be a damnation of a great sin. Now it was another blasphemy. And where the Hell was Lady Aurora? He napped his fingers and one of his servants leaned in close, to see what his master wanted. "Have them all killed;” growled the emperor, determined to save face somehow. Mark thrust harder and harder, while Achilleia yelped and bucked beneath him, holding onto his back and with her legs still wrapped around his back. Nearby, Rullus was resting his helmeted head on his hand and rapping his fingers against the packed earth, trying to look bored. Not difficult for a man tangled inside a net. "Any time, you two;” he grumbled. "Oh, cram it, Linzer-head," Mark spat. "Say one more thing and I'll fuck her ass next!" "Oh!" Achilleia wailed, grinding and thrusting against Mark desperately. "I'm gonna; I ‘ Then she seized up and pushed up with all her strength, clenching her teeth so hard they might have cracked. As Rome watched on in stunned silence, the gladiatrix shrieked to the gods and came, hard. Mark shuddered and groaned, pumping profuse amounts of cum deep inside her clenching cunt. He thrust madly, emptying himself into her. Finally, they were both spent. Achilleia lay still beneath him, her chest rising and falling, skin glistening with sweat. Mark, exhausted, rested his forehead against her shoulder, too tired to defend himself if she tried to kill him now. Fortunately, his death was the farthest thing from her mind. Seconds of silence passed, before the thousands of spectators in the stands erupted into a wave of cheers and catcalls. Mark smiled and chuckled tiredly. "That can't be good;” he mused. "Nope," she agreed, sighing and biting on a knuckle as the last of the orgasm pulsed through her. "After that, they're certainly going to kill us. All of us. It doesn't matter; I would have died in the arena eventually. At least this way, I died with a cock in me and cumming hard." "Don't be so certain about that;” Mark replied, finally looking up and seeing all the gates opening and dozens of legionaries rushing toward them, spears at the ready. "Ah, I don't like this!" Nanu whined as she shimmied out along one of the corbels that held the vast awning in place. She held on like grim death as she edged forward, a small but sharp knife in one hand. "You can do it, my love," Becky said encouragingly, watching from their original position where they'd fucked the two marines. Both men were still snoozing, but she had tied their hands and feet for extra security. She would have done Nanu's job herself, but she was taller and heavier than the Egyptian girl, who stood a much better chance of succeeding than she did without snapping the braces or corbels. "Look straight ahead and ignore the sounds below." So of course, Nanu looked down. "He's fucking!" she hissed, her eyes narrowing. "He's fucking the gladiatrix that's supposed to be killing him! I may kill him! He doesn't need saving, I do!" "Nanu, focus!" Becky insisted. "Get to your position and await my signal." "Yes, mistress;” sighed the slave-girl sullenly. Once in position, Nanu held on tight, trying not to think about the dizzying heights she was suspended from. Everyone seemed like ants far below her. Except for Bonosus and his whore of a gladiator; she could see them very clearly, to the place where she could make out his throbbing cock as it thrust in and out of her unworthy cunt. He had a lot of explaining to do when this was over. The crowd was watching in stunned silence, unable to believe what they were seeing. But then Becky and Nanu heard the gladiatrix wailing as she came. Bonosus' groans of pleasure burned in Nanu's ears, while Becky just rolled her eyes, sighed and tapped her foot impatiently. Thunderous cheers erupted from the crowd; they'd come for blood and been rewarded with live pornography! Nanu was scowling still, when she noticed the gates opening and legionaries pouring out of them, converging on the five figures in the center of the arena. "Mistress;” Nanu said nervously, her anxiety for Bonosus' well-being overcoming her jealousy. "Now, Nanu!" Becky yelled, making sure her slave could hear her. She was already working frantically to cut through the thick ropes in one of the giant pulleys that moved the Velarium into position. Nanu, meanwhile, was sawing at the edge of the rope that held the corbel she was on in place. She gritted her teeth as she watched the steel knife bite through the thick fiber cable until finally it snapped free. The rope whipped about as it unraveled, causing a cascade of loosening canvas across the broad length of the famed awning. Becky, meanwhile, finished cutting through the rope in the giant pulley she'd selected, dodging hastily as it snapped and flailed about before spinning away. The giant canvas sheets comprising the Velarium buckled and gave way, while the corbels and rope masts retracted rapidly. "Mistress!" Nanu keened, holding on like grim death as the corbel she was on, no longer held in place by the giant ropes, snapped back toward the solid stone walls of the Colosseum. "Jump, Nanu!" Becky called out, standing on the edge of the wall and holding her arms out. "I'll catch you! Trust mistress!" Nanu squeezed her eyes shut and jumped; Becky wheezed as she caught the flying girl, tumbling to the floor with her and holding her tight. Nanu was shivering in her grasp, so Becky just held her for a few seconds and caressed her raven hair. The slave-girl looked up at her savior and nodded, so Becky stood them up, listening to the shrieks of panic as the Velarium floated down relentlessly. "Teamwork, Nanu!" she said excitedly as they stood. "Let's see what happens next!" In the Arena. Mark faced one direction warily, while Rullus and Achilleia stood behind him, squaring off against other legionaries who were closing in. The original gladiator and the retiarius were also conscious and now stood with them, brandishing what weapons they could. Mark felt silly sporting only his cudgel, but it seemed dumb to not let the gladiators have the weapons they were trained with. His cock was still hard, and leaking cum from the tip. He saw Achilleia slowly turning her head to look down at it longingly. "Eyes front, Achilleia!" he snapped, not in the mood to die. She returned to glaring balefully at the encroaching soldiers. There must have been a hundred of the legionaries. That was twenty-to-one odds. He decided to not mention that to his enemies-turned-allies, since he wasn't sure if they understood ratios in any event. If their math was as poor as their hygiene, why bother? "When I thought I'd die in the emperor's sight, this isn't how I pictured it," Rullus growled, brandishing his sword. "I hadn't envisioned dying for that cocksucker at all," Achilleia replied, spitting in contempt at the foes in front of her. "Damned if I'm gonna give him the satisfaction of a clean kill. People will remember this day, to his embarrassment!" The legionaries advanced, the circle tightening. They were protected by their large scutum body shields, and their spears pointed threateningly at the little rebel group. Mark wasn't sure what good he would do here, since he was armed with a club smaller than his dick, and he was the only untrained gladiator. But then he noticed rippling movement above, looked up and grinned. The velarium became dislodged from its moorings and like a vast sail or flag, began floating down over the stadium. People noticed, began screeching in panic, and stampeding. "Right on, Becks;” he said with satisfaction as his day began to look up. The emperor looked up, scowling as he saw the giant canvas sheet descending, fluttering menacingly as it enveloped the upper levels of seating. Panic ensued, with people scampering around pell-mell, trying to escape. "I really hate the gods;” he thought darkly as the canvas touched down around him and everything went to shit. Becky, standing on the edge of the wall and looking down over the chaos and mayhem she had caused, with tens of thousands thrown into panic, cackled gaily and clapped her hands before yanking down her top to expose her tits and holding her arms wide and yelling loudly across her kingdom of madness. "Are you not entertained?" she shouted, reveling in her triumph. God, she'd always wanted to use that line. "C'mon, c'mon, c'mon!" Mark shouted as he and his new allies raced down the hallway, shooing everyone in front of him. "Faster, if you wanna live!" The legionaries had forgotten all about the little group of rebels once the madness ensued, racing toward the emperor to rescue him. Mark used the opportunity to escape, bringing his former foes with him. He wasn't terribly interested in seeing them die, and they might prove very useful in getting out of here in one piece. Rullus had led them through a small, little-known door in the wall of the arena, one used generally only by pit masters to monitor the proceedings. His titan frame barely fit in it, but he led the way dutifully. "Where are we going?" Achillea asked, happy to be escaping, but at least wanting to know what the plan was. She had her whip and her sword in hand again. "The most convenient, flat and open space you know of beneath the Colosseum," Mark replied, hurrying along behind her. "A place almost no one knows about or uses." "One of the old training spaces," grunted Rullus. "It hasn't been used in years. Follow me!" Their course took them deeper beneath the stadium, through winding halls and narrow corridors and staircases. They finally reached a wide chamber, in the middle of which stood Becky, Nanu and Domitia. The former Vestal and the slave-girl seemed stunned to see the small party approaching, and the gladiators gaped as Lady Aurora and her slave ran into one another's arms, kissing deeply and feverishly, speaking in some unknown tongue. "Right!" Mark said, finally disengaging from Becky's tongue as he looked around, eyes flashing with determination. "I know this is going to sound weird, but I need you all to trust me. We're going to get you out of here, as quickly as we can." "How?" asked the Retiarius, looking about warily. "They'll find us eventually!" "I know, and what I'm going to say will sound like magic, but just run with it, okay?" Mark replied, walking over to the Holmes Field Device, which Becky had been kind enough to retrieve. He wasn't sure how, but she was better with this temporal shit than he was. And they trusted one another by now. "This contraption will get us out of here, but it's not big enough for all of us at once. I'm gonna take Lady Aurora and Domitia first, then come back for a few more, then the last load." Rullus nodded: "You spared my life, and I entrust you with it. Achilleia and I will go last, holding the room if the enemy comes." "Oh, Rullus;” Achilleia sighed, looking up at the hulking gladiator, her expression a dreamy one, before she suddenly scowled and smacked him on the back of his helmeted head. "You romantic asshole." Mark left them to argue while he hustled Becky and Domitia onto the platform, which was already switched on, lights and readings blinking around the surface. Becky swatted Domitia's hand as she tried to touch a dial. "You know where we're going?" he asked, hoping she had a better handle on this than he did. She nodded, smiling. "Leave it to me, Mark. I think you'll like this solution;” The climate was certainly a change from that of Rome, but it was also a pleasant experience in its own right. The city around them, built of red brick, sandy-colored stone, and studded with stately palm trees, reminded Mark of eastern cities in every movie he'd ever seen. Beyond the walls stretched endless expanses of desert, in which the city stood as a shining jewel in a vast sea of scorching sand. He didn't know why Becky knew to park the machine where she did, but he also knew she had figured out how to use his Holmes Field Device on her own, so he wasn't questioning it. Safe from prying eyes, and after two more trips back to the Colosseum to gather the other rebels, Mark now found himself in an ancient temple in the shape of a ziggurat, with priestesses standing in front of them and bowing. Unlike the Vestals, the white garments of these priestesses were delightfully spare, exposing more than it covered. "Lady Aurora Horatia," one of them said humbly. "Your timing is fortuitous, and we gladly accept your offer. Domitia will be given a new life as a priestess of Nanaya, or as she is known in your tongue, Suadela." The priestesses all walked up to Domitia and kissed her, welcoming her into their sisterhood. The former Vestal shed tears, not in sorrow, but because she had a new beginning. Nanaya, as the goddess was known in this far-flung province, was an ancient Sumerian goddess of sensuality and lust. When the Romans had conquered the land, they readily identified her with Suadela, to keep the peace. The priestess smiled at Mark and Becky again. "And for your generous donation of gold, we will take on your four friends here, to guard our temple, as the garrison makes no effort to do so. They are now, in their own way, lifelong servants and devotees of the goddess." The four gladiators beamed proudly. Since serving Nanaya, even as guardians of her temple, meant food, lodging and getting laid by her harlot-priestesses, they were more than amenable to the idea. "Lady Aurora," Domitia intoned, taking Becky's hands in hers and smiling slyly. "Will you consent to Bonosus and yourself being the first to receive my blessings as a priestess of Nanaya?" "I wouldn't have it any other way, my dear;” Becky purred, pulling Domitia into her arms and kissing her deeply. A small villa in Roman Italy; Mark sipped wine from a goblet while Becky lay nearby on a couch, wearing nothing while Nanu sat on a small stool and massaged her feet. The sultry afternoon suited everyone, and they were finally at peace. "Helluva trip, Becks," Mark mused, draining his glass and then pouring more for himself. "You've gotten really good with the Holmes Field Device now. I seriously thought it was me who left the adrenalin tab for my discovery under the Colosseum, but it was actually you." "Sorry to scare you there," Becky sighed, as Nanu worked on her toes individually, sometimes even kissing them as she rubbed oil into them. "I found them in our tab supply, and thought it was our best bet. I just jumped behind a few hours when no one was around and stashed them in that cell for you." "So it wasn't even me coming back from the future to save myself," Mark chuckled. "Here I was so confident that I'd lived, that I couldn't be killed because future-self was looking out for me, but no, it was current you. So I could've been killed at any point, even if time lock kept me from killing anyone else." "It was a little bit messy, but you did survive, and that's what counts." Becky pointed out, caressing one of her tits lazily while enjoying Nanu's exquisite touch. "So what're we gonna do with her?" Mark asked, referencing the Egyptian slave-girl. Nanu had gotten used to her mistress and her manservant speaking in this weird, harsh language, and thought nothing of it anymore; when they needed her, they spoke Latin or her own tongue to her. Becky sighed contentedly and puddled further into the couch. Nanu's foot massages were utter bliss. "I was considering letting her stay here, and simply look after this little villa I bought for me. Whenever we visited, we'd just come back as close to the time we left as possible, but I have no idea if we could guarantee time snarls not getting in the way. So I'm bringing her home with me." Mark raised an eyebrow. "That a good idea? Or even possible?" Becky shrugged. "If she can't be brought with us, the Holmes Field Device won't work, right? So we care for her here. If it does allow it, I'll keep her with me in my house and teach her about her new world. I'll just say she's a foreign student bunking with me." "Literally, I might add." Mark quipped, holding up his goblet and winking. "Oh, you," Becky giggled while Nanu shed her clothes and crawled over Becky, straddling her hips and beginning to squirm their pussies together slowly. "I don't think she's gonna give up on the notion of being my slave-girl any time soon; it seems to make her feel safe. If she asks about you as a slave, I'll say I freed you." "Well, I was pretty enslaved to you for a while there," Mark chuckled. "Funny, I remember being so in love with you while those tabs were in effect, and I remember it fondly. But at this point, I'm just back to feeling like you're my dear friend, and I love you, just not in love any more, ya' know?" Becky sighed and nodded as she placed her hands gently on Nanu's tits and caressed them while undulating beneath the slave-girl. "I know what you mean. Talk about exhilarating, right? We should do that again at some point, just for funsies." "I'm in," Mark agreed, as his cock hardened from watching the two girls make love. He put down his wine, stood up and moved in behind them, kneeling at the bottom of the couch and sinking his cock deep inside Becky, making her moan as he started to slide in and out of her. "And what about our other acquisitions?" he asked, caressing and squeezing Nanu's ass while he fucked his Physics teacher. "Uh, the clothes we'll keep at my place, for future use," she breathed, loving the feel of Nanu's moist cunt on hers while Mark fucked deeply. She felt Nanu shiver and gasp as Mark pulled out of her and pushed into the slave-girl. "And I bought those big amphorae of Falernian wine, there's twenty-six liters in each. We'll bury them where we know nature has never been disturbed back in our time, and then retrieve them. Voila, Roman wine for dinner every night." "I'm gonna have fun explaining that to my parents;” Mark chuckled as he slid back into Becky, making her cry out. Dinner with Family. Dhallyla stared at the liquid in her glass in wonder while her family sat at the table for dinner. It was quite unlike anything she'd ever tasted before. "Mark, what; what did you say this was called again?" she asked. He shrugged as he ate. "It's a Roman-style wine, called Falernian. Lots of people are recreating ancient alcohol recipes now, so I thought we'd give this a shot. Pretty nice, hmm?" "Very strong," his sister Roxy rasped as she put down her wine glass and made a bit of a face. "Very, very strong." "That's why the Romans and Greeks mixed their wine with water," he chuckled. "Some Roman talked about not being able to bring an open flame near wine because it could catch fire. So I mixed it with water, like the instructions said. Sorry if it's still strong." "Where did you get this again?" his father asked. "Ren Faire," he said easily. "All sorts of brewers and people showing off their wine and beer skills these days at them, so I thought I'd give it a shot, ya' know? Bought a couple of bottles." "It's certainly different, but I can grow to like it," his mother mused. "Make sure you get more before we run out." "I can do that," Mark replied cheerfully. Later that night, he was sitting at his desk in his room, surfing for eras to visit during their next adventure, when the door to his room clicked shut. He turned his head to see his sister leaning back against the door, looking at him pointedly. "Something I can do for you, Rox?" he asked plainly, keeping his eyes on his research. "Now that you mention it, yeah," she said, folding her arms and wearing that insufferable smirk of hers. She never stopped reminding him who the elder sibling was. "So I did some looking around online, and there hasn't been a Ren Faire within five hundred miles of us in the last six months." Mark paused in his surfing and slowly turned to look at his sister. "So," she said, walking slowly toward him. "I figure it's about time you told me what the Hell is really going on;” Loose ends, scores to settle, a moral quandaries abound! It's Your Own Fault You Snooped! Mark didn't speak for several seconds, trying his best to not gape at Roxy. She'd always been somewhat suspicious of him when he did just about anything, but the fact that she'd done actual research this time was something new. She had played her hand, and he was cornered. But still, he found himself not sure what to say. "Well, c'mon, you little trouser snake," moving away from the door and sauntering toward him. She could tell she'd caught him dead to rights about something, but now she needed to find out what it was. "Ya' might as well 'fess up, because I somehow doubt you want mom and dad to know what you're up to." The mere thought brought a shiver to Mark and left a cold sweat on his brow. He swallowed, trying not to panic. Roxy had less mercy in a sibling confrontation than Mike Tyson had in the ring. He thought of the number of times she'd beaten his ass for tattling on her when they were younger, and how she'd always get some brutal form of revenge he was unlikely to forget. And he dreaded the thought of how she could screw this up for him. "I'm almost not wanting to find out, at least for a while, because watching your mind flop around in panic is kinda fun," she said, smirking as she stopped in front of him and leaned forward. "But I need to make a decision about whether the 'rents oughta know, so let's speed this up, okay?" She then turned and sat on the edge of his bed, leaning back on her hands, one leg crossed over the other as she looked at him pointedly. "Spill it, little brother." His mind raced. What could he tell her? She'd caught him in a flat-out lie that he had acquired his Falernian wine from a Ren Faire, and had no doubt pieced together that his other recent exotic acquisitions were likewise not from where he'd claimed. So what were her suspicions? She no doubt was assuming, quite reasonably, that he was involved in some illicit activity that

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