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Arroe Collins
Emergency Home Preparedness Simple Tactics To You Safe From Survivalist EJ Snyder

Arroe Collins

Play Episode Listen Later Apr 29, 2025 19:00


Are you prepared for the uncertainties that may lie ahead? In a world filled with pandemics, natural disasters, civil unrest, and the constant specter of war, the need for readiness has never been more crucial. Enter EJ Snyder- an extreme survivalist and 25-year Army combat veteran, who has not only faced the challenges of the wilderness on television's "Naked and Afraid," "Dual Survival," and "First Man Out," but has also developed a profound expertise in preparing for emergencies on home turf. In Emergency Home Preparedness, Snyder shares critical insights and life-saving tips gleaned from his extensive military service and survivalist experiences. This comprehensive guide provides a blueprint for individuals from all walks of life.Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/arroe-collins-unplugged-totally-uncut--994165/support.

Man of War: Forging Men into Warriors
I Spent 25 Years in Combat and Here's What I Learned | EJ Snyder EP.221

Man of War: Forging Men into Warriors

Play Episode Listen Later Apr 1, 2025 45:47


I sit down with EJ Snyder, a decorated 25-year Army combat veteran renowned for his survival expertise and television appearances on shows like Naked and Afraid and Dual Survival. EJ shares profound insights from his extensive military career, including lessons on leadership, resilience, and adaptability. He dives into how combat experiences have shaped his approach to survival, both in the wild and in everyday life. Listeners will gain valuable perspectives on overcoming adversity, the importance of mental toughness, and practical advice for navigating life's toughest challenges.

Arroe Collins Like It's Live
Emergency Home Preparedness Simple Tactics To You Safe From Survivalist EJ Snyder

Arroe Collins Like It's Live

Play Episode Listen Later Mar 31, 2025 19:00


Are you prepared for the uncertainties that may lie ahead? In a world filled with pandemics, natural disasters, civil unrest, and the constant specter of war, the need for readiness has never been more crucial. Enter EJ Snyder- an extreme survivalist and 25-year Army combat veteran, who has not only faced the challenges of the wilderness on television's "Naked and Afraid," "Dual Survival," and "First Man Out," but has also developed a profound expertise in preparing for emergencies on home turf. In Emergency Home Preparedness, Snyder shares critical insights and life-saving tips gleaned from his extensive military service and survivalist experiences. This comprehensive guide provides a blueprint for individuals from all walks of life.Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/arroe-collins-like-it-s-live--4113802/support.

ExplicitNovels
Cáel and the Manhattan Amazons: Part 13

ExplicitNovels

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 12, 2024


Women making bad decisions. Cáel to the rescue? What? In 25 parts, edited from the works of FinalStand. Listen and subscribe to the ► Podcast at Connected.. “There is nothing wrong being a Lucky Bastard. It is wrong to rely on it.” They were all psychopaths and murderers after all, so death was becoming a vocational hazard. Me refraining from having as many sexual liaisons as possible wasn't realistic. I wasn't going to be willingly castrated and that was the only way out. The one benefit I could see was me working in a target-rich environment. "Now that I have had my turn stymieing Cáel's chaotic yet well-meaning attempts to educate us in the dangers and rewards of free-ranging masculinity," Tessa regarded the assembly, "I am getting out with my victory intact. Good luck, Sisters. You'll need it." Tessa exited, order was restored and; oh yeah, Elsa had brought me here for a sadistic love-fest, sans the sex. "I don't know what to make of you," Elsa smiled warmly, "I don't understand you and I find you to be very interesting." Let me make this clear; all three of those statements can be very bad, or very good. 'I don't know what to make of you' means I want to make it with you. 'I don't understand you' is 30% bad and 70% good. When bad, it is a prelude to a break-up. What she means is 'you aren't trying to understand me', thus the end of the relationship. On the beneficial side it means 'I've totally bought into your seduction and I'm ready to screw'. Ah, 'interesting'. Two types of women find a man 'interesting'; women who have to have you, and stalkers. Somewhat redundant. The main difference is how they respond to the Restraining Order and how much fun the erotic side of the relationship will be. The first kind of woman has a public screaming fit if you take out a RO on her. Let them build up to an incinerating level, then fuck them; it's so worth it. Stalkers ignore ROs. That's okay. Now you can legally trap them. They'll do whatever you want. Not because they are afraid of you. It is an RO for God's sake; one night in jail, maybe. No, they'll do whatever sex act you request because that's why they are stalking you in the first place; the sensual/emotional connection. When she starts making bizarre requests of you, subtly direct her to another 'more interesting' guy. Try not to use a friend. That's kind of cold. For the next few weeks, make sure the latest victim doesn't end up as a Missing Person. After that, you've done your civic duty so you can move on guilt-free. "Elsa, I need ten minutes to stretch first," I requested. She nodded. Off came the shirt. I retreated to a gymnastics mat and began stretching out my kinks. Five minutes in, I did one of my favorite maneuvers; the backwards human bridge completed when your wrists touch the Achilles tendons. Not only does this extended your abdominal muscles, it exhibits your hard-on and suggest all kinds of pages from the Kama Sutra are, in fact, possible. My performance highlighted my musculature, flexibility and numerous scars. My left thigh still had a light bandage wrapped around it. Whatever the Amazon medics were using was working gangbusters on me. Elsa had retreated to her end of the mat so I glided to my axes then promptly got off the mat. I didn't trust any Amazon, not even Aya and I'd let my heart be cut out if it would save her life. I got the feel for these axes, spun them around a few times then made to get back on the mat. "Put the loops around your wrist," Elsa directed. "Why?" I retorted. We were back to 'why are we letting a male question our orders.' "You are not allowed to throw them," Elsa allowed. I nodded. I didn't loop them. No, I walked onto the mat, weapons held axe-head down. I walked in five steps, knelt and placed the axes on the mat by my side. "Cáel, defend yourself," Elsa stated firmly. "Which is it? Do I defend myself and I act in a manner allowed by axe-work, or do I accede to your demands and be automatically defeated?" I responded. "Do you believe my spear technique is that superior to your own, made-up style?" Elsa smirked. "I think you are cheating. Worse, I think you are being a bully. If you want this to be the 'Elsa is a Bad-Ass' show, congratulations, you've won. I'm not going to fight you. I kneel before you, weapons on the mat, acknowledging that your cheating ways have defeated me," I mocked. "Savor this magnificent victory." "Your opinion of my martial prowess is not what is at question here today," Elsa spoke. I stood up, turned away and walked off the map, interrupting the rest of her speech. She was coming for me this time. I opened my towel, took out my phone and began texting away. "What are you doing?" Ngozi rumbled. *Buffy; job complete. Need to shower before next mission in queue* I hadn't hit 'send' yet. "Please correct me if I'm wrong. This was supposed to be a weapon's exhibition. That implies a study of your opponents training and capabilities. Elsa's prowess, along with my own, are the question here to today," I insisted. "Otherwise it is a waste of time for every non-sadist here." "Is it absolutely crucial that you throw an axe at Elsa?" Traska questioned. "No. It is absolutely crucial that Elsa fight under the handicap that I might throw an axe," I instructed her. "It changes the range dynamic. If I can hit her from; oh, five meters out, she has to keep close. If she has to keep close, my axes can engage her hand-to-hand." "Since Elsa chose a long spear, throwing it is clumsy, thus reducing her options," I stated. "Any range over six meters and she can probably dodge, or deflect, my throw. So we are both range limited, as it should be for a good exhibition." "I bow you reasoning," Elsa gave me a respectful nod of the head. Fucker; she liked me more, not less, despite my verbal reticence. We went to our corners. I charged first. Oh God; Elsa was super-great at spear. Less anyone forget, the spear has not only a sharp point; it also has a 20 cm bladed surface on each side plus a sold, oak shaft for blocking, poking and smacking. Elsa swung the spear around her body in lightning quick arcs. She could fight long shaft, or short shaft, as the range dictated. Long shaft was like fighting a dagger on a stick; cut and thrust. Short shaft was mainly thrusting, but was good for holding me back if I got inside her 'long' guard. Elsa's advantages were life-long experience, tons of natural talent, and being quicker than me. Our staminas were evenly matched. The drain of Elsa's fluid style equaled my two-weapon use. I had her in bulk and brawn. Elsa and I were at the top of the spectrum for our respective genders; physically and mentally better off than the majority. This meant I had her on brute strength and reach. That was genetics talking. My only other advantage was the uniqueness of my style. Elsa hadn't faced it before, though I'm sure she'd watched Constanza and Crewe's fight with me on video. Elsa figured out quickly that a left-handed battle axe made a poor shield. It covered far less area and took more energy and concentration for the assaulted to defend themselves. As soon as she put that bit of knowledge into her arsenal of tricks, I showed her another one. An axe is an axe, and when she slapped that spear against my guard one too many times, my right-handed axe chopped into the shaft, severing the spear blade from the rest of the spear. This was the point where an Amazon would have pressed the attack. I was deciding to take as little of a beating as possible. I fell back, knelt and put my axes down. There was a hush. "Elsa, do you wish to retrieve another spear?" I inquired. This was an exhibition after all. Actually, this was Elsa proving she was better than me, but she a script to stick to. "To your starting place," Elsa commanded. "Get some water." I picked up my axes and withdrew; backwards. Oneida had crept around to my side. "I know what you did this morning," Oneida gave me some water to drink. "It was very clever of you to send me away for my safety. It makes me adore you even more." I reached out with one finger and poked her nose. "You're silly," I sighed. "No," she giggled like a school girl. I was going to Hell for this one. "You are an 'Ash Man' reborn. I read about it." I had no clue that was and Elsa was waiting. The rest was pre-ordained. I got a few light cuts while not leaving a mark on Elsa. I scored major points by disposing of Elsa's second spear though I lost both axes in the endeavor. She swept my feet out from under me, I rolled away from her follow up kick and quickly went to my knees, palms flat on the mat and head lowered. Only the mentally handicapped would have thought I'd won any part of the martial contest. I'd drawn the first time. My ability to defeat Elsa with the equivalent of a staff was undecided. I had been disarmed and disarmed Elsa the second time; technically a draw, but it wasn't. Why? Because Elsa had been trying NOT to kill me, or even injury me (too much). I had been doing the same. If by some calamity I'd killed Elsa, I would have been lucky to fall on my own axes before the crowd butchered me. No, mine had been an amateur effort. I had missed Elsa mostly because I never got close. Elsa had to hold back from slicing me up and running me through. Elsa walked right up to me; I mean Right up to me. She tapped my head, indicating I should look up. There was her cunt maybe 2 inches away with only her skintight shorts between us. "As this demonstrates, we need to continue to work and update our styles," Elsa addressed the throngs. "Cáel put forth his usual exceptional effort; for the gifted amateur that he is." "Thank you for your attention today, my sisters," Elsa concluded. End of lesson. Traska picked up her medical kit and came my way. Oneida and a half dozen other Amazons closed in as well. Elsa didn't move a millimeter. Her fragrance wafted in my face. When Traska tried to shift me around so she could better access my wounds, Elsa stopped me with her hand on my head. Traska found it odd for a second then they all clued in. Elsa was making a statement. This wasn't Amazonian mannerisms coming to the fore. This was throwing down a gauntlet; Elsa's intention to win this competition; me. Amazons were inherently competitive, being tested and testing themselves against previous achievements and each other. Before Buffy opened her big mouth an hour ago, any contest for me had been a joke; the whole 'hunt me down in X-number of days'. Buffy had beaten Elsa to me. You don't get to be a 3000 year old secret society by letting one setback force you to admit defeat. No; Elsa was stepping up her game. The amazing transformation that had confused the women around us was that, according to Elsa, my opinion suddenly mattered. Buffy had made a point of me finding a way to be with her. My choice. Better yet, I'd made my choice to be with her while my life was on the line. Once again, 'I laugh at death' is an incredible turn on. Elsa hadn't changed her stance about men being armed. She was letting me train so she could summon me whenever she wanted me; unless Katrina put her foot down. Katrina wasn't going to do that often. Elsa was a useful subordinate and Katrina finally had her test dummy; me; on the firing range, which she had wanted all along. Katrina is scary-smart. You don't think so? Who kept throwing me and Buffy together knowing of the Buffy/Elsa rivalry? Who approved my sex weekend with Buffy? Who approved my firearms training once she had Elsa's endorsement? As you might recall, that was something Elsa swore she'd never do, yet here we were; a male being trained with firearms at Havenstone. Katrina didn't know when I'd figure out a way to sleep with Buffy, but she had faith in me that once I got to know Buffy, I'd figure something out. I'm far easier to read than the US Tax Code, or the Affordable Care Act. I liked sex with women, I liked being seen as a good guy, I liked trying to be a good guy; roughly in that order. Katrina knew that. I didn't particularly mind being used by her either. That was her job; to protect the security and integrity of Havenstone. Now Buffy was happy, Elsa was letting me train and by dint of my outrageous behavior, I was assisting Katrina in her plot to restore stability to the traditional Amazon bloodlines. Traska slathered this synthetic goo over my lacerations. It stung, but it aided in the healing process and was flexible enough to barely restrict movement. I winced and 'stumbled' forward face-first into Elsa's crotch. My nose ridge pressed deep into her camel toe, certainly pushing down on her clit. "I apologize," I said softly. I didn't move. Elsa didn't see fit to move me, even with her hand still in the hair on the top of my head. "Finished," Traska sighed. "Let me help you up," Oneida jumped to my aid. She helped me stand, but Elsa didn't seem to mind. Getting out of the gym alive was easy. My heartfelt pledge to myself to never return was futile. Sweaty chicks hang out at gyms. As a kid, I played D and D. If I was a Ranger, gyms would be my favored terrain. Okay, maybe bars then gyms. Fine, rock concerts, bars then gyms. I almost made it to the locker room. Coming from the other direction; the non-blooded gym; was Felix. "Hey Felix," I greeted him. Here I was with several fresh wounds and ten steamy ladies who all appeared to have a definite interest in my physique, if not my well-being. Felix was alone. That would not do, not for a man like Felix. "What happened to you?" he asked. "Figure-skating accident," I lied. "It seems I'm clumsy on ice." He didn't buy if for a second. "Oh; maybe Brooke can help patch you up tonight," he grinned. Asshole. The only flaw in his game plan was that the chicks around me didn't give a rat's ass about outsider women. They certainly weren't going to be jealous of them. "Good idea," I nodded. "Where are my manners? This is Oneida, Elsa, Traska and; well, I can't say I've been able to catch everyone's names yet." The unknown women didn't bother introducing themselves. Why? Felix was only a male. They had no immediate need of him, so they didn't bother being civil. Felix was an Alpha's Alpha. He didn't give up that easily. We made it to the showers. Buffy, having not worked out, waited by my locker. Mystically, Elsa appeared in the showers at the exact same time as me. Felix was right behind her. "Felix Melena," he offered his hand to Elsa. She shook it then went back to showering. "I'm better than Cáel." Elsa gave him a quick sneer. "What gives you that idea?" she murmured. "Why don't you let me prove it," he turned to face her, giving Elsa the complete Felix Melena aesthetic. He was a centimeter, or two taller, I was maybe three kilograms heavier and we both lavished attention on our bodies. He was perhaps a bit longer, but narrower down there. As long as it wasn't aimed at my mouth, or ass, I didn't care. By the lack of reaction in Elsa's body tempo, she didn't care either. "If you were a team bodyguard and an assassin appeared to be trying to kill myself and Hayden, who would you protect with your life?" Elsa posed. "I'd kill the assassin," Felix came back immediately. Felix was a winner. "Cáel?" Elsa said. "Hayden," I responded. "I'm a bodyguard. From the top down; protect, secure, return fire." "Cáel, you are trained as a bodyguard?" Felix smirked. "Nah. That was the common sense answer to the question she asked," I shrugged. Shampoo time. Felix was going to make me pay for that comeback. "Felix, would you ever work at Havenstone; off the clock?" Elsa continued. "Yeah," he grinned. I know what he wanted to work on; off the clock. Good luck, you bastard. "Cáel?" "I'm never off the clock, damn it," I snorted. "This job is a 24/7 crimp in my sex life." "Bro," Felix coughed. "Be careful. That's close to sexual harassment." Btw, Felix was serious. He was actually cautioning me. See, me being deported meant he couldn't crush me. "Elsa, would you please shoot me in the head?" I replied. "No," she smiled warmly at me. "I love you too," I said, dripping with sarcasm. Felix's eyes bugged out for a second. "That, Felix Melena, is why Cáel is a better man than you," Elsa looked like an angel sitting in judgment of Felix, finding him flawed and substandard. "Cáel joking around makes him better than me?" Felix mocked. The mistake here had to be Elsa's. "Your lack of understanding is not my problem," Elsa dismissed him. "Cáel, wash my back." "Fine, I'll do it, but I'm massaging your ass too," I groused. "Get it over with," she sighed with exasperation. "Damn. Felix; day in, day out. Always washing naked women. This job is killing me," I muttered. Felix wasn't one to give up easily. By the time I had totally soaped up her back, ass and upper thighs; back and front, he had exited the field. He caught me exiting the locker room. "Cáel, why don't we go out for some drinks after work?" he offered. Ah, he was going to beat me up with Brooke. "Sure," I agreed. I'm a dog. Felix was going to sleep with Brooke to show me he was the superior male. He was going to rub it in my face. I hadn't told anyone about knocking boots with Brooke. It wasn't their business. Felix would crow it to the Heavens, because pissing me off was what mattered, not how Brooke felt. I couldn't even save Brooke because Felix was in her socio-economic group and she'd make the same mistake with him she'd made with Trent; thinking they cared about her.  (Monday later) Buffy had finally dismissed me when Katrina summoned me to her office. Ignoring me getting into an altercation; in the Full-Blood gym; yet again, I had a good day. No property damage, lost items, or physically damaged employees. Ragged by most people's standards, but a good day for me at Havenstone. I still had a chance to walk out under my own power. Katrina motioned me to come to her desk. Upon my arrival, she slid a tablet over to me with a single icon on the screen. I tapped it. Aya's face appeared as the vid-mail began. She was glowing. There was tent fabric in the background so I had no idea of her geographic location. I didn't care. "Hey!" she squeaked. "I'm doing great at camp. I met three girls who are as small as me and we've formed our own squad; the Fatal Squirts." I chuckled. I had encouraged her to steal strength from her perceived weaknesses. She had to believe in herself then take that as she built up her skills. I had faith in her when no one else did. "I showed some of my councilors a picture of you. I think you would get into trouble if you came here. I want you to come, but I thought it was only fair to warn my favorite bed-buddy," she giggled. "Send me a message when you can. I understand there will be a delay as the messages have to be physically delivered. I know you are doing okay. If not, hold off your vengeance until I can return and guard your back. I love you, Cáel. Be well," she smiled as her picture faded into darkness. "Ah damn," I whispered. Aya looked good; confident, upbeat and spirited. "Katrina, can I make a message for her right now?" I begged. "Of course," she gave me an approving tilt of the head. "I think the courier is still in the building." "Cool. What do I do?" I urged. "Use the webcam; make a message and forward it to my computer," Katrina told me. "I'll take it from there." I made the message, pretty much updating her on my latest exploits with limited editing. Aya was a surprisingly innocent yet worldly 9 year old. Much of that came from being Katrina's and Desiree's niece; mainly Katrina's. It gave her access to tidbits of sensitive data from time to time. Not so much she was a real security threat. Enough so that she got some things confused; like what sex was truly about. I felt in my soul she'd be a great Amazon one day. I didn't remind her of that much. She had enough pressure for a kid her age. "You are seeing Oneida now?" a frosty voice unnerved me. It was Buffy. "Fuck," I jumped up. "Damn Buffy, stop sneaking up on me like that, or I'm going to start thinking you are a stalker." "I am stalking you, Einstein," Buffy menaced. "I'm glad we got that out of the way," I rolled my eyes. "Oh look! It's Daphne coming to my rescue. I am so out of here," I exulted. I edged passed Buffy, slipped her attempt to grab my arm and raced for the 'new hires' at the elevator. "Get back here, you Cock-sucker!" Buffy howled as she chased me down. May miracles never cease. Daphne, Violet and Tigger formed an Amazon (I wasn't sure if I could consider them 'human' yet) shield between my frail form and the hulking brute that was Buffy. "Calm down, Buffy," Daphne pleaded. "He fought Elsa today; again." "Get out of my way," Buffy snarled. "Thank God you stopped her," I huffed to Dora. "I hope to she never finds out that I soaped up Elsa's entire body while we were sharing a shower together." Daphne turned and gave me an incredulous look. "Cáel, you are a Dumb-ass," Daphne sighed. Looking to Buffy as she stood aside. "Have at." "Are you mental?" Fabiola chimed in. The elevator doors finally opened, Buffy shoved me in and the rest of the posse followed. Helena joined us at the last second. "He's taunting me," Buffy responded to Fabiola while using her middle finger to poke my chest. "At this rate I am going to have to devastate a dozen male escorts so I can make it the remaining the 69 more days until he's mine again." "Is he really that good?" Paula wondered. Buffy twisted around to confront her. "He hammered me so hard, I thought he'd dislocate my hips. Later, we spent an entire hour, naked, wrapped up in each other's bodies with no actual penetration; touching, tasting and whispered affections," Buffy curled her lip. "He's better than you could possibly imagine." "You realize we have 27 seconds left, right?" I reminded Buffy. "Really?" Buffy's head snapped back to me. I nodded and she jumped my bones. She had her hand down my pants, pulling on my rod, and the other grabbing the back of my head to deepen our kiss. For my part, I had my left hand on her breast and the right down the back of her pants, fondling a panty-covered ass cheek. In a culture where you summoned a male, ordered him to perform and he did so the same exact way he'd done a dozen times before, what Buffy and I were doing didn't make sense. The two of us didn't give up an ounce of control yet meshed perfectly. Our pleasure was obvious, vocal and we didn't give a damn about the crowd around us. Buffy and I had created our own little lust-bubble. The chimer went off. We settled down and straightened up our clothes. "Fuck it all; that's some good dicking," Buffy mumbled. That was an inside joke between me, Timothy, my big, gay, buff tattoo-artist roommate, and the few women he chose to share that descriptive with; 'a good dicking'. We tumbled out of the elevator. "Is he always like that?" Fabiola mumbled. "He's a whole lot better with his clothes off," Buffy sneered at Fabiola. Sometimes I'm a super-selfish bastard; I want life to cut me some slack. Waiting for us was Oneida; in biker clothing. That would have merely been bad, dangerous and creepy except I was dressed in work clothes. I was planning to meet some of the guys (all two of them) for some after-work drinks. The encounter went from not-good to horribly awkward. Oneida had checked up on me, been told how I got to and from work as well as when I left. Unfortunately, she hadn't checked my social calendar; mainly because I didn't keep one; sophomore year mistake. If a girl is in your apartment, she will find the thing you don't want her to find; every single time. I burned my diary and unfriended everybody after that final, hospital-resulting episode. "Hi," I greeted Oneida. She'd figured out she'd screwed up something fierce. "What bike do you use? I have a Specialized STSE hybrid. Maybe we can use some paths one weekend." I was trying to diffuse her embarrassment. We were two bikers talking about bikes. Nothing wrong with that. "I have a Specialized Source;” she got out then realized how BAD that sounded. She had the exact same bike as me; how bizarre? Unless you had somebody come down and take a look at what I bicycle I used. Time to save the day. "Do you want to make a date for 6:30 am on Saturday?" I suggested. "Provided this wacky place hasn't offed, or misplaced me by then." "Ah; that would be nice," Oneida rebounded happily. "The date, that is." "Whoa Oneida, what are you doing with this guy?" Brian derided me as he walked up. I wanted to say, 'Brian, you've insulted a princess of the Amazon people. Please continue making an ass of yourself and give Trent and Khalid my regards'. I didn't. "This is Cáel Nyilas. He's a real player," Brian smirked. "You can do better than him." Oh yeah, Oneida and Brian were co-workers; 'new hires' in Acquisitions. "Brian, it took you three days to even use my name," Oneida gave Brian a neutral stare. "I love Cáel. He saved my life and he sees the real me." For the love of all that's holy, someone shoot me in the head right now. I could hear the nearly subsonic growls emanating from Buffy. Brian looked at me, laughed and went to put an arm around Oneida's shoulder. After all, if I could pick her up, it should be effortless for him to take her away, right? Dumb-shit. Laughing at me was okay. Laughing at; then I noticed the two chicks in black leather standing about doing their best (until a second ago) to go unnoticed. Cáel had gotten away with such familiarity because Cáel had risked his life to save their Princess. Brian Fung? He barely knew her name and they worked together. These weren't even SD chicks; they were something else. My guess was Arinniti House Guard. Did Katrina's House Epona have a house guard? Sure, I imagine they did. They were probably with the rest of House Epona where ever they lived. It wasn't like the whole kit and caboodle was here in NYC. That would have been foolish. If Caitlyn, Aya's mom, had a security issue, she called us at Havenstone HQ, less than four kilometers away. Without a doubt, Elsa would stop by and kick ass for her. I gave Brian this much; he had a working set of eyes. The second those two harbingers of death began closing in, Brian back-pedaled. "Hey Brian, let's go grab some drinks," I offered him a graceful exit. "Sounds good," Brian tried to sound cool. "Oneida, take care," I nodded to my new romantic stalker. "Ladies," to my 'new hire' crew. "Buffy," to my sometimes boss, "remember you are still hot for a; mature chick." "You are going die a long, torturous and extremely painful death," Buffy sizzled. "What? Are you going to make me eat your cooking?" I laughed. Buffy didn't articulate a counter before Brian and I slipped outside. "Cáel, who was that woman?" Brian whispered. "Which one? You need to be more specific. My erotic malfeasances are terribly confusing." "The one you insulted," Brian said. "The last one you insulted," he clarified. "Buffy. She's one of my bosses," I grinned. "She loves me. She's even promised to play the bagpipes at my funeral. Personally I think that's because she doesn't want to risk anyone hearing me pounding on the coffin lid, trying to get out." "You are not going to make it the full 84 days with that attitude," Brian lectured me. "Trent has already been promoted," Brian continued. "I am regularly referred to as indispensable in my work reviews. Felix works closely with Ms. Pharos at all times. You seem to be the only one of us having; issues with Havenstone. Hell, they even shot you and you sat back and took it. I doubt your complacent attitude impressed anyone much." No mention of poor Khalid. How quickly they forget. Trent had been 'promoted' to Southeast Asia alright. I looked it up; there are around 10,000 islands between Indonesia and the Philippines. Sure some were small spits of land with a few trees. I had little doubt one of the good-sized one was a jungle of a different sort. Certainly Executive Services sent Trent's belongings somewhere. I'd never tried to find out. What would I have done with the knowledge? Brooke didn't care and I didn't know his family. Brian and I went to the same yuppie bar as last time. I was with Brian this time, so I abandoned him as quick as I could. Why? At the far end of the bar, talking the bar-back was my Delivery Girl; aka the person who did the home liquor delivery to Libra's place. Half way down the bar, she sensed me looking at her. The bar-back followed her gaze. He wasn't happy with me. DG simply didn't recognize me so I held up my valise over my groin. Confusion; surprise; acknowledgment that despite our surroundings, I wasn't worried about being seen with her. She had her hand truck; she had to make a front door delivery this time. "Remember me?" I smiled. "Cáel Nyilas; the Pillow Guy," she snickered. "How did that work out for you?" The bar-back was broadcasting his displeasure at some upper class shmuck cutting in on his action. DG caught that. "Jason, this is Cáel," she introduced me. "We last met under unusual circumstances." "What kind of name is Cáel?" Jason remarked. "An unfortunate one," I snorted. "You try explaining to your kindergarten teacher that it is 'c-a-e-l'. Of course, I wasn't 'Bomophoto' either. She had it worse than I did." Jason searched me out to see if I was pulling one over on him. I wasn't. Bomo and I bonded over our linguistic misfortune. She moved to Santa Fe in the third grade. I wonder if she grew up to be hot looking. Oink. "I'll give you that," he chuckled. "Why did you get branded?" "Mom was Irish, my Dad was in love with her so I got the cultural emersion, minus the Guinness," I shrugged. "By the way;” I looked back to the lady. "Katy Lee Baker," she batted her eyelashes. We shook hands. "How did it go?" I picked up her question. "Sex, chopped fruit, your drinks, more sex and back to the clinic before eleven." "Have you talked to them since?" Katy inquired somewhat seductively. "Perhaps. I don't like to kiss and tell," I evaded. "I'm curious because two of the three arrived five minutes before you did and they appear somewhat unhappy with you right now," she smirked. "You can look over your shoulder if you don't believe me." Sure enough, there was Felix, Brian, Brooke, Libra and; I think her name was Gina. I waved then turned back to my current two conversationalists. "So Jason, what do you like to do?" I asked the guy. "Huh; what? I work," he replied. "I mean bike, try ethnic food, go to the gym; stuff like that," I teased him. "I work six days a week; but usually one or two are afternoon shifts. Me and some buddies play some pick-up basketball," Jason told me. "Great. You'd pick a sport I suck at," I set the bait. If Jason thought I sucked, he'd invite me to play. That's how it worked. I was pretty good at basketball considering I'd spent the last four years playing with girls; on the court. Girls play some mean ball. They also didn't shy away from putting an elbow into my nuts if they felt like it. "I'm not sure I live in a neighborhood you'd be comfortable visiting," Jason threw up a roadblock. I had him on this one. I showed him my ID. It had the right address; wrong apartment number. "Shit dude, that place is about as rough as my home turf." "I get paid a quarter million a year to taste test for hexafluoride in Chinese imports," I joked. "Really?" Katy chuckled. "It's a growth industry; if you consider tumors to be growth," I was faux-serious. "Mr.; Cáel," Jason looked over my shoulder. "I think one of those chicks is about to come over here and kill you. You best hop to it." "Which one? The brunette, or the russet-colored (Libra)?" I inquired. "The brunette wants attention and the russet wants to push a red hot poker up your ass," Jason gave me his experienced opinion. Heading over there was going to be 'fun'. "Give me a call some time, Jason. Nice to see you again, Katy Lee," I waved good-bye. "You know the staff here?" Libra spat. "That was the girl who delivered the liquor to your place, Libra," I sighed. "I said 'hi'." "It takes you an awful lot of words to say 'hello'," Brian gave a false smile. Libra was positioned next to Brian. Her anger with me plus his 'sexy' put her there. Brooke shifted as I joined their chair-less center table. She was putting enough distance between us to show everyone she was independent yet close enough to give warning signs to other woman that I was in her sights, if not her outright possession. I was better looking than Brooke had counted on. More 'fun' was coming down the pipeline. Gina was here on another date with Felix, or so she thought. Poor Gina. Felix was most likely an excellent fuck. What she didn't appreciate was that Felix was not only a competitor, he was the kind of athlete who had to win. Second place was what you called the first loser. Gina was about to be educated in this personal idiocentricity. Now that I was on stage, Felix made his move on Brooke. Gina? He'd let her in on a three-way if he was feeling personally Hernán Cortés-like. Felix had to have Brooke. I hadn't dumped Brooke, according to Gina, so he wasn't getting my castoffs; he was stealing my prize. The flaw in this plan was my whole viewpoint on monogamy. I didn't much care for it. Brooke was a grown woman and could make her own choices. Felix made his move. Damn, he was smooth. He had Brooke wrapped up and pulled tight without Gina even being aware she'd been dumped. Enter the train wreck named Nicole. She was the criminal defense attorney who I'd fucked in a stall in the women's bathroom of this place. She hadn't tried to contact me and I hadn't worried about her. Hook-ups were like that. She'd been close by, respecting Brooke's signs and not stopping by to say hello. Then Felix launched his master plan and I was suddenly freed up. Nicole had gotten a rough fucking and liked it, I could tell. "Cáel Nyilas," Nicole swooped in. "How have you been?" "The normal. Menace to society, disrespectful of authority and being annoying to random strangers," I teased. "You?" "I'm a lawyer fighting the irresistible lure of evil. The usual," she joked back. "What have you been doing wrong? As I recall, last time you were doing everything right?" Yes, a good dicking indeed. I was going to relate this encounter to Timothy just so he could shoot me with his Nerf gun. He'd shoot me anyway, but it was nice of me to give him an excuse from time to time. "I've been sending sexually suggestive letters to ADA Feinstein," I offered. "Does that count?" "Oh really?" she seemed surprised. "Why don't you come by my table real quick and let me introduce you to some of my colleagues." I wasn't going to be rude. "Gang, this is Nicole," I introduced her to my table. "She's an attorney at a prestigious law firm that probably has more dead partners than living ones and offices in Papua New Guinea and a few dozen other places you've never heard of. I'll be right back." "You are a nut," Nicole bumped me as we weaved our way to her buddies. "Ladies, this is Cáel Nyilas. I think I mentioned him once." By the looks on their faces, once had been enough. "This is Zelda, Marsha, Phyllis, and Rivka; Rivka Feinstein, ADA for New York County," (that's Manhattan for us hicks). "Ah crap," I exclaimed. That wasn't what they expected. "I confess," I looked at Nicole, "I saw the name in an article on the back of the Village Voice. Sadly, they had R. Feinstein and I stupidly assumed it was a guy." "Oh my God! You're gay?" Zelda and Phyllis despaired. "While my life would a whole lot easier if I was, I'm straight; not even bi-curious. My roommate, Timothy; never Tim; is and he was reading it while I was working out. It sort of stuck in my mind," I admitted. "How did my name come up in conversation?" Rivka inquired. "Cáel is a pathological liar," Nicole teased me. "Not true," I protested. "I'm allergic to excessive honesty. That's totally different." "I'd like to put you on the witness stand," Zelda gave me those bedroom eyes. "You and about a 150 other women," I groaned. "150?" Rivka choked. "Yep. The rest already know I'm guilty," I muttered. "Are you of weak moral fiber?" Phyllis joined the game. We were all having a blast. "Sorry, but no. I'm saving up for some. Currently I'm without morals; or scruples. Any suggestion which one I should purchase first?" "You are a great guy," Rivka snickered. "Why aren't you dating somebody?" "Shall we revisit my lack of morals and scruples?" I answered. "So you are a player?" Nicole nudged me. She wanted to play alright. "How to put this; I'm a wonderful lover and a lousy boyfriend," I told them. "I was an eighteen year old virgin. In the past four years, I have betrayed every woman I've ever dated, save one; my first love," I explained. "Why didn't you betray her?" Phyllis prodded. "Don't tell me she's dead." "No, she's fine," I replied. "She was the one who told me to date other women." "That's harsh," Zelda commiserated. She thought Kimberly had dumped me. "Oh no," I corrected her. "We stayed together until I graduated last month. Four of the best years of my life. When she told me to date other women it was because I was killing her. I have a voracious sexual appetite and she was desperate for a full night's sleep." "Do you ever go home alone?" Marsha joined in. "Does leaving a woman's house at 1 a.m. count?" I requested. "Did she throw you out?" Rivka interrogated. "No. She and her sister were exhausted so I picked up my roommate and left," I exaggerated. "Wait!" Nicole held up her hand. "Sisters; and you told us your roommate was gay?" "Morals and scruples," I repeated. "See, I was dating one sister and the other sister wanted a date so I talked my gay roommate into being my wingman so I wouldn't end up sleeping with them both. It didn't work out so well. The second, older sister was horny, so my guy pretended to pass out." "Have you ever considered you are a horrible person?" Marsha studied me. "Yes. Not only have I thought about, I've been told that a few dozen times. It usually is accompanied by 'I'm going to kill you', or 'you had better make it up to me'." "Have you ever been hurt?" Phyllis appeared concerned. "My body is a roadmap of poor decision making," I responded. "What was the worst thing to ever happen to you?" Rivka grinned. Her ability to be deceptively pretty had to have made her a frightening lawyer. "When they were happening, I was a bit more concerned with what might happen to me as opposed to rating them," I informed her. "Except for being shot with an arrow, being chased around naked with a hot poker and having my bed dowsed with lighter fluid while I was still in it were probably the worst," I nodded. "I've been stabbed a few times, tasered, occasionally thrown out of a window not on the first floor and had bookcase dropped on me once, so I consider myself a connoisseur of ex-girlfriend vengeance." "Have you ever been involved with a police proceeding?" Rivka became a tad bit more intense. "Nah," shook my head. "I had it coming. As you said, I'm kind of a horrible guy." "Domestic violence is no joking matter," Nicole also became serious. "That's unfair," I countered. "I'm not so slavishly devoted to the law that I'd ruin some girl's life because I was a total bastard." "Domestic Violence laws are supposed to protect the innocent from the abusive," I added. "I haven't lied to you about my misadventures, but you should understand I chose to handle most of my problems myself. By the looks on your faces, you are about as disappointed in me as the policewoman I am currently seeing. This is who I am and I'm not going to apologize for it." "Mind you, I'm not some gun-toting, roughneck Libertarian," I clarified. "I believe in law, order and the justice system. If someone pulls out an AK-47 on me at a corner bodega, I'm making 9-1-1 my bitch on speed-dial. I don't want to be a hero, or fulfill my organ donor card. I just don't equate that to a girl kneeing me in the nuts because I slept with her best friend in her lingerie." There was a pause as the ladies looked around. They were making an assessment of how much trouble I'd cause versus how much fun I would be. They all smiled at me. They always do. "Who was wearing the lingerie?" Zelda smirked. "I've worn women's lingerie before, but it really wasn't my thing," I mused. "I'll go through a lot for good sex," I winked. "It was my girlfriend's lingerie on her best friend." "Wait," Rivka noted. "Didn't the best friend know you were dating the first girl?" "Yeah. I'm not sure why that never stops them," I shrugged. "Around the fifth time I stopped worrying about it." "Wow, do you have any idea how many women you've been with?" Rivka asked. "Do you always use protection?" Phyllis piled on. "Yes; 223 as of Friday. I'm hoping to break 300 before work replaces me with those guys from 'Hamster Dance'," I told them. "And yes, I always use protection." "I may not know where my partner has been, but I know where I've been and it scares me," I snickered. "That's why I always carry ten." "Ten?" Nicole snorted. "Do you regularly check the expiration date, or are you that ambitious?" "Ambitious? I'd carry more except it's hard to hide more than ten in a wallet; I've tried," I sighed. "Have you ever run out?" Marsha snickered. Our snickering, chuckling and laughter were drawing stares. "Run out? Hell, I've gone door to door in a women's dormitory at 2 a.m. trying to find some," I related. "Ran into an old girlfriend doing that." I slipped into a dreamy smile. "Why do I think that despite it being 2 a.m. in her dorm with you seeking a condom for use with a different woman, she wasn't pissed?" Rivka giggled. "Oh God no," I waved off. "She was freaking furious. That was some of the most intense 'I'm lonely and it's all your fault' sex I have ever been through." "You have names for different kinds of sex?" Nicole was almost crying from laughing so hard. "Oh yeah. The first time I run across a different sexual experience, I slap a name on it so when it happens again, I know what to do," I explained. "Isn't every woman unique?" Zelda sniffled. "That sounds nice in a love song, but 'no'," I smiled. "Women, and men, have a finite number things; needs and responses. Women can have different erogenous zones, but there all on the human body. Admittedly, it can be a bit like predicting the weather at times. It is not a perfect system by any means." "What's my 'thing' then?" Nicole taunted. She didn't think I could do it. "Sex has to be an accomplishment with you, Nicole," I informed her. "You need to be engaged mentally as much as anything else. You need a poet who runs marathons. Otherwise you end up staring at the ceiling after sex wondering what better use you could have made of your time." Silence. That was the norm for that kind of revelation. Women hated to be laid bare. They hated being misunderstood even more. "Nicole?" Rivka prodded her friend. Nicole remained silent. I knew that look. "Nicole, I'm bad news. Wouldn't you prefer to keeps thing simple?" I hoped. I was wrong to hope. I kept praying they would go 'hey, great, mindless sex; let's not blow it', but they never did. I hated giving lame erotic encounters, despite the guarantee of anguish that always followed. "We could go out on a date and see how that works?" Nicole offered. Doom. "Cáel Nyilas; I'm in the book and I work for Havenstone Commercial Investments," I stupidly replied. "You probably have a killer workload were as I spot-check children's toys for WMDs. Give me a call when you have a night free." How was it going to turn out? Sex, sex, sex, sex, sex; let's make a commitment; you cheating fuck-nut! I hate you. Girls weren't predictable; I was. "Cáel, we are going out to dinner, if you remember who you are supposed to be with," Libra seethed as she and the others passed Nicole's table. "Yup, gotta go where I'm not wanted. Nice seeing you again, Nicole," I grinned. "Ladies, I hope it was a pleasure. It was for me. Good night." Dinner; was; bad. Felix, hemorrhoid that he was, squashed Gina's feeble attempts to draw him back to her as he made crystal clear that he was taking Brooke home; to fuck her into Paradise; instead of letting her go home with me. Problem being; Brooke wasn't mine to take; never had been. For the first time in his life, I thought Brian was about to be screwed. Libra was past uber-bitchy by the fifth glass of wine. Brian held a pair of Jokers and thought he was the boss, like always. Libra had four Queens and would be screaming my name when she orgasmed; Brian was sexually proficient. He was also a misogynist, I was now sure, and Libra was going to make him squeal. Then she was going to grab up her clothes, storm out of Brian's place and never want to talk with him again. It wasn't that I was that unforgettable. I was that I knew what she wanted and had given it to her and not getting it Saturday afternoon while Brooke did was frosting her ass. What did that mean for me? For the first time in a long, long time, I was pissed with another guy. Trent really wasn't worth my time, but Felix was about to cross my here-until-now unforeseen line of what guys did to girls. It was dawning on me that this was the result of me. Someone was doing something wrong to a girl because of me. It wasn't my fault. Felix was being a jerk. That would be of cold comfort for Brooke. We split up after dinner. I didn't have the heart to pick up Gina, who was easy prey right then. It was too much like what Felix thought he was doing to me. I took a cab to Havenstone, changed clothing and biked home. I barely had dinner ready for Timothy when he came through the door. "That's not a look I'm used to seeing," he remarked. "I should have beaten someone up," I frowned, "but I didn't and now some girl; Brooke; is going to have her heart kicked because of it." "Was it something you did?" Timothy asked. "No. There is this guy at work who is using her to alpha-dog me," I muttered. "Brooke?" Timothy was confused. "You hardly like her. What a sleaze (Felix). If it was Odette, first I'd slap you around for still being here. Then we'd go get him." "I'm not even sure why I feel bad about this," I grunted. "As you said, I hardly like her." "It is called a conscience, Dimwit," Timothy snorted. That didn't help much. Conscience? Man, I'd stop my bike to run across a highway to move a tortoise off the road. I used to feed some of the Bolingbrook wild hares during the winter. I did humiliating crap for charity. I was never mean to a girl; only dishonest and unfaithful. Introspection got me nowhere. I was a cad. I'd been happy to be a cad for four years. I was going to be damned if my post-college life was going to be any different; all 68 remaining days of it. In my bedroom I discovered Odette had moved in during my absence. I doubted Timothy had been ignorant of all the stuff she deposited. What was going on with my life? I woke up when I heard keys in the door. It was a bit past eleven. I got up to check and sure enough, it was Odette. Timothy had given her a key. Odette had lived through a harrowing night, her boss was a dick and some of the customers were pure hell. I cuddled with her on the sofa while she unwound then we went to bed together. We didn't have sex; (Tuesday) Around 1 a.m. I miraculously found myself awake and alert in bed. Odette was happily dreaming away. Something was gnawing at the back of my mind. I put a name to the emotion and a face to the fear. I called Brooke. "Hey Brooke," I greeted her eight tries later. She was tired of sending me to voice mail. "What do you want?" she answered in a voice devoid of soul. "Fuck if I know," I replied. "I suddenly woke up from a sound sleep thinking of you." "I'm not interested," she sighed. "I'm going to go out on a limb here. You don't want to talk to anyone yet you want someone to help you understand what you are going through," I gambled. That created a tiny tear in her shroud of depression. After five minutes, I got her to give me her address. She told me she wouldn't answer the door. I told her I at least had to try. That got me to her place, 90 seconds of knocking got me inside and four minutes later, we were lying in bed with her sobbing on my chest. Half an hour later, she offered me sex. I told her to stop tempting me and if she only wanted me for sex, I wanted to be paid in chocolate. She giggled, took a few deep breaths and fell to sleep. Wow, I was in two different women's beds in one night and not having sex in either. My watch alarm went off at 4:50 a.m. That meant no 'Marilyn' call tonight. "Mmm;” Brooke moved toward wakefulness. "Work?" "Afraid so," I yawned. "We haven't had sex," he reminded me. I couldn't stop being me. "That's not why I came over here, Brooke," I rolled onto my side so that our bodies were very close. "Never think I don't want to have sex with you, but that's not why I showed up last night," I continued. "Why did you show up then?" she worried. "I have no clue. I'm like Felix; a player. Listen Brooke, I don't consider you my woman," I stated. "We had sex; we are lovers, but we've been thrown together by dire misfortune, not out of any common thread," I reminded her. "I don't expect you to have any sense of loyalty to me." That phrase freed her up philosophically. That meant she could fuck me and not feel obliged to consider and discard any future for us because there was no realistic future that socially glued us into any acceptable form. "So I needed a shoulder to cry on and you showed up," she mused. "Brooke, you are independent and strong-willed. The next guy you chose will be your choice," I led her along. "Felix though; Felix is a serious player and he felt the need to add you to his list of conquests. I saw it happening and did nothing. Now I feel like crap for sitting back and ignoring the consequences." "You knew Felix would turn me into a hash mark?" Brooke seemed depressed, not angry. "I knew he was trying to get at me," I confessed. "He didn't accept that you and I aren't an item. A blonde co-worker; a high ranking supervisor actually; treated him like a bug in the communal showers yesterday while keeping close contact with me. Felix had to win. He had to show me he is the top dog." "And I was the prize?" Brooke moped. "Not to me," I whispered. Brooke looked hurt. "You are a woman. While you would look delectable in a big red ribbon, that's not who you are. I don't keep hash marks. I have a thing called a heart cord and it is solely for my use. Each binding represents a liaison; like a Quipus; an Incan memory knot." Brooke really didn't care. It sounded neat, it was romantic and the act was not demeaning to her. I could savor the memory of our encounter as long as I didn't share it with my buddies. She wasn't one of 'those' girls. "You are very intelligent," she murmured seductively. She didn't care if I was the reincarnation of Benjamin Franklin, or some schmo in Afghanistan who made his living digging up (hopefully) spent ordinance of battlefields. Smoking hot, sexy, well-educated debutantes like Brooke could fuck finely-sculpted, 'smart' guys like me. She could delude herself that I was rapidly upwardly mobile. My turn. "Brooke, I don't want to get mixed up about us," I evaded. 'Us'? There was no 'us' and we both knew it. "If I caved in right now, I'm not sure I could forgive myself." Yes I could. "I just want to feel like someone gives a damn about me," Brooke whimpered. Good acting. We wrestled around; me trying to leave, but clearly not wanting to, while she physically enticed me. We ended up, me on top, pinning her wrists to either side of her head. Her legs were trapped between mine. "Make it up to me; please," she pouted. She humped her pelvic bone playfully against my cock. "I know you want to help me out." Good word usage on her part. "Brooke, this isn't going to happen," I gritted my teeth in frustration. Yes, it was going to happen. Her right leg began exerting steady pressure against my 'weak' left leg. It slowly 'surrendered' to her advance. Now she had on leg on the outside. My right leg held out a little longer yet Brooke was persistent. Now she could ground her finely groomed landing strip against my pulsating rod. I really, really wanted to fuck her now. I took my hands off her wrists, turned them into fists and placed the beneath each of her underarms. "Damn you," I cursed her. Brooke was gyrating her crotch all over mine. With her hands released, Brooke could leverage her body up and trap my cockhead between her labia. They were thoroughly soaked with her honey so after my 'capture' she drew more and more of my length in until I was completely incased. Brooke had won! She knew she'd won. Fuck Felix and his hash marks. I didn't care so why should she? I made on last energetic yet futile effort to get away. Oddly, Brooke somehow end on top at the end of my exertion. I must be an awful wrestler; "No you don't," Brooke purred only millimeters from my lips. "You are not getting away." That was Brooke tossing good ole Felix under the emotional bus. Felix the Player? She'd chalk it up to too much to drink and the hype being more than the man. How was this possible? Look at her. She'd thrown a known sexual dynamo down on her bed and was working his shaft over every G-spot in her vagina. Brooke still preferred a long, rough fucking to get her off. At the moment, she need reassurance more. Felix most assuredly made Brooke ride him. He kept her perpendicular to his hips and came up to suckle her teats when he wanted to, or watch them bounce as he lay back. He was great at sex, no doubt. The girl had to scream and howl; forgetting every other male she was ever with and making every other guy she'd be with later an automatic failure. To him, that was how he rated success. This resulted in me keeping Brooke close so I could make quick kisses to her very close lips. She'd playfully pull away; to put me in my place and remind me she was in charge; then she'd initiate the kiss. Our love-making was more rhythmic; less frantic. She was getting close. "Next; next time you fuck Felix," I gasped. "Tell him; " "What makes; makes you think I'd; every sleep with him; again?" Brooke got feisty. "I bet he was good in bed and now that you have his measure," I assured her. "You can take what pleasure you want and leave." Brooke liked that. It was the whole independent woman thing. "Won't you be jealous?" she panted. "I cannot constantly keep up with your sexual desires, Brooke," I grunted. "I've been neglecting Libra." Oh yeah, Libra. The girl she, Brooke, initially set me up with. Her Vassar classmate. "What about Felix," she huffed and huffed. She was real close. "Off-handedly comment that he's developing male pattern baldness," I grinned. "Just to fuck with his head." Felix was gorgeous. Better yet, Felix knew he was gorgeous. Hit him where it hurts. Brooke tried to giggle, but the surge of triumph overcame her and off she went. The problem was I was getting close and I didn't have a condom on. "Brooke," I inhaled deeply. She'd come to rest on my chest. "I'm about to; " "Oh," she sighed happily. She reversed to the side as she slithered down my body. My cock went down her throat and I started petting her flank. Brooke wasn't the very best, but, man o man, she was going to town on my dick. There was no doubt in my mind that her vaginal secretions didn't bother her. I had to rush the experience because if I was late to work, Constanza make me stand beside the targets while she shot at them. If she was really pissed, she'd have me hold up targets in front me instead. I shot off, Brooke caught it all in her mouth then spit it into two tissues before tossing them in the trash. I caught her look. Trent and now Felix made her swallow. I didn't care; which was yet another choice Brooke was free to make when making love to me. I jumped her. We had a little, tickle-nibble fight that ended in some kisses. I had to leave and Brooke made sure she was poised extra-sexy the last time I turned around to say goodnight and cut off the lights. "Ah damn," I moaned before I left. I didn't really like Brooke yet, by choosing to engage her in sex, I had accepted the task of making her happy. That was the reason Felix and I were going to fight. He'd use another human being to strike at me instead striking at me directly. To me, this was more than low character, it was an insult to my lifestyle. Felix should have checked his baggage at the door. Competing for the same lady was fine; even fun. Picking one to punish another; not cool. I had to think about my response as I barely made it in for my Constanza time. Wisely, I left my baggage at the door. These were firearms we were dealing with; a danger to me and the people around me. I was in my biking outfit today. More looks. The decision was that I'd go for my Glock-22, a 38 Ruger LCR back-up, a South Korean-made shotgun that looked like an M-16 and a very unhealthy looking device called a Heckler  and  Koch UMP 40 (which I had never even heard of). Wait; it got worse. I was scheduled for knife fighting training at 3 p.m.; every day for the foreseeable future. Constanza didn't w

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Cáel and the Manhattan Amazons: Part 8

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Cáel's tombstone: For the love of women, women put him here.In 25 parts, edited from the works of FinalStand.Listen and subscribe to the ► Podcast at Connected..

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The Art of Selling Online Courses
Best Selling Survival Expert Builds Survival Course - with Jason Knight

The Art of Selling Online Courses

Play Episode Listen Later Jun 13, 2024 40:30 Transcription Available


Welcome to "The Art of Selling Online Courses" podcast! Today, we have a special guest, Jason Knight, who is the director, co-founder, and an instructor at Alderleaf Wilderness College.With over 25 years of experience in teaching nature skills, Jason is an expert in wildlife tracking and wilderness survival. As a seasoned wildlife biologist and wilderness educator, he has collaborated with conservation organizations, government agencies, and the private sector. He is also the author of "The Essential Skills of Wilderness Survival."Jason holds certifications as a Senior Tracker through CyberTracker Conservation International and has a Bachelor of Science in Wildlife Ecology & Environmental Education from The Evergreen State College, along with a Permaculture Design Certificate. His impressive career includes managing cougar studies for the Washington State Department of Fish & Wildlife, assisting with gray wolf research in Idaho, and working on numerous wildlife projects with Wetland Resources, Inc. He also served as a wilderness expert on the Discovery Channel's "Dual Survival."Visit Jason's Website - https://www.wildernesscollege.com/If you're interested in growing your online course sales and funnel optimisation contact us at https://datadrivenmarketing.co/

IN THE BUSH Podcast
Embrace the suck! with Naked & Afraid legend EJ Snyder

IN THE BUSH Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Jun 3, 2024 72:55


EJ Snyder is a former combat veteran and well known as a Naked and Afraid legend. He has been a participant on several seasons of the show and was also co-host on Discovery channels Dual Survival. He is tough as nails, has a no bullshit attitude and is loaded with passion. He is a motivational speaker, outdoor skills teacher, and is involved in several business ventures including survival mastery. Check it out at:  https://ejsnyder.com/http://www.survivalmastery.co/@ejsnyder333 on TikTok as well as Instagram Blue check EJ Snyder on Facebook https://bushsurvivaltraining.com/https://www.learnhuntharvest.com/

Mitlin Money Mindset
Naked and Afraid to Entrepreneurship: EJ Snyder's Journey Unveiled, Episode #186

Mitlin Money Mindset

Play Episode Listen Later May 22, 2024 35:12


EJ Snyder is an extreme survivalist, adventurer, and 25-year Army combat vet. But he is most well-known as a Survivalist and the TV Host on the Hit TV Series "Naked And Afraid." He survived 206 Days and NO TAPS! He also hosts Dual Survival and Mountain Masters.  EJ was in the US Army and is a highly decorated Army Combat Veteran with 25 years of military service under his belt, serving Ranger positions in Infantry and Airborne units.  He moved up the ranks quickly, seeing combat in the Gulf War and Operation Iraqi Freedom 2 from 2004 to 2005. EJ earned two Bronze Star Medals, the Legion of Merit, the Order of St. Maurice (Centurion), and over 40 other Medals and decorations while serving the Nation. Listen in for some great takeaways about EJ's journey from being a highly decorated army combat vet to one of the most well-known survivalists today to becoming a full-blown entrepreneur. You will want to hear this episode if you are interested in... Can you share with our audience a bit about who EJ Snyder is? [3:19] How EJ put his survival skills to the test on “Naked and Afraid” [6:48]  What EJ wishes the audience knew about Naked and Afraid [7:41] The experience of filming with a second person [11:14]  EJ's interest in strength training and self-defense [13:21] Get a copy of our productivity journal for absolutely free [16:54]  What EJ learned from his 25 years in the army [18:26]  How EJ turned a passion for knives into a venture [20:08]  EJ's advice for entrepreneurs for website security [24:21] What motivates EJ to push forward? [27:51]  What EJ did today that put him in the mindset for success? [30:09]  Resources & People Mentioned Get a copy of our productivity journal for absolutely free  SXB knives Connect with EJ Snyder The website On Instagram On Twitter On Facebook On YouTube Connect With Mitlin Financial podcast*at*mitlinfinancial(dot)com - email us with your suggestions for topics or guests If you would like to learn more schedule a call: https://mitlin.us/FitCall https://mitlinfinancial.com  Follow on Twitter Follow on Instagram Subscribe on Youtube Follow on Linkedin Follow on Facebook Guests on the Mitlin Money Mindset Show are not affiliated with CWM, LLC, and opinions expressed herein may not be representative of CWM, LLC. CWM, LLC is not responsible for the guest's content linked on this site. Subscribe to Mitlin Money Mindset® on Apple Podcasts, Spotify, Google Podcasts

BOLOTOR Podcast
As he shares snippets of his life story despite facing setbacks he found success in TV shows like "Dual Survival" and "Naked and Afraid," where he became known for his resilience and survival skills, EJ Snyder.

BOLOTOR Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Apr 29, 2024 46:56


E.J. Snyder is a distinguished combat veteran with an illustrious 25-year military career, specializing in elite Airborne Ranger and Infantry Units. With a robust mindset, exceptional skills, and unwavering resilience, E.J. has earned accolades for his leadership qualities and exemplary performance in challenging environments. Decorated combat veteran with 25 years of service in prestigious Airborne Ranger and Infantry Units. ⁣ Held specialized roles in Ranger coded positions, showcasing expertise in leadership and combat tactics. Demonstrated exceptional survival and adventure skills in extreme conditions, earning recognition for navigating challenging terrains. EJ known for a strong and resilient mindset, E.J. exemplifies mental and physical toughness in the face of adversity. Exhibits outstanding leadership qualities, leading by example and taking charge in demanding situations. Possesses top-notch skills in navigation, survival tactics, and crisis management under pressure, making him a trusted authority in survival scenarios. ⁣ E.J. Snyder's extensive military background, coupled with his exceptional survival skills and leadership prowess, solidify his reputation as a renowned figure in the world of survivalism and adventure.

Angery American Nation Podcast
Angery American Nation Podcast with Special Guest Joe Teii

Angery American Nation Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Apr 25, 2024 50:36


Joseph is a veteran of both US military and US government special operations units. He is a former Force Recon Marine, Army Special Forces ‘Green Beret', and a former operative with the CIA's Special Activities Division / Special Operations Group…..Ground Branch. While serving with the SAD/SOG he deployed to OIF (Operation Iraqi Freedom) in Iraq, and OEF (Operation Enduring Freedom) in Afghanistan and numerous other countries in the Middle East and Africa fighting in the Global War on Terrorism. Joseph is the co-star of the show ‘Dual Survival' on the Discovery Channel. He has survived in every climate and terrain on the planet. From the jungles of Sri Lanka to the deserts of Oman to the glaciers of Norway and everywhere in between. He is considered a subject matter expert on extreme wilderness survival, urban survival as well as disaster preparedness. Follow Joe Teti: Website: www.spartanamericana.com www.joeteti.com His book can be found on Amazon. https://www.amazon.com/Lone-Operator-Survive-Thrive-Modern/dp/1633939790/ref=sr_1_1?crid=WYVSLDJQ8PXM&dib=eyJ2IjoiMSJ9.hKLi66p56ccsqew2hZM-MA.83kbjscjFw9pIHKGOpwl6KBwvW0vLrJKJsMYWm9oTGI&dib_tag=se&keywords=lone+operator+joe+teti&qid=1713960325&sprefix=lone+opera%2Caps%2C800&sr=8-1

IN THE BUSH Podcast
Living off the land & Earth skills with Matt Graham

IN THE BUSH Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Apr 22, 2024 92:29 Transcription Available


Matt Graham has featured on several survival TV shows such as Discovery channels Dual Survival. He is an author, runner, and primitive skills instructor. He opens up about his recent and past desert walkabout adventures, his commitment to a hunter-gatherer diet, and the profound joy he finds in connecting with a wild place. Ever wondered how the practices of our ancestors can influence modern life? Matt masterfully weaves his knowledge of Native American traditions with his day-to-day life, from crafting juniper bows to running in handcrafted sandals. This episode isn't just about survival; it's about thriving in a world where ancient skills and ethical hunting converge with a deep respect for the ecosystems that sustain us.As we sit with Matt, we delve into the practicalities and ethics of living off the land in an era where laws and regulations often clash with the rhythms of a feral lifestyle. We examine the human interference that disrupts our natural habitats, discussing the controversial management of invasive species and the crucial role of stewardship. Join us for a conversation that is as much about honing primitive skills like using the atlatl and tickling trout as it is about pondering our place in the world. This episode isn't just an exploration of nature; it's a roadmap for living in harmony with the world around us.Www.mattgrahamearthskills.comhttps://bushsurvivaltraining.com/https://www.learnhuntharvest.com/

TRENDIFIER with Julian Dorey

WATCH JOE'S PREVIOUS EPISODES ON THE SHOW: Episode 149: https://open.spotify.com/episode/5nhycTnDGBnQUWFMPtuRbp?si=P9EvDKj9RViTRE2n82GpPQ  Episode 186: https://open.spotify.com/episode/2rKozZDltAsm3LSPUebFqf?si=NrUQuiiTTGGpHIRfEgqxww  (***TIMESTAMPS in Description Below) ~ Joe Teti is a former CIA Black Ops Commando & Reality TV Star. Teti spent a decade as an off-books kill-team operator in the Agency. After retiring from the government, Teti hosted “Dual Survival” on the Discovery Channel for 4 years. EPISODE LINKS: - BUY Guest's Books & Films IN MY AMAZON STORE: https://amzn.to/3RPu952  - Julian Dorey PODCAST MERCH: https://juliandorey.myshopify.com/  - Support our Show on PATREON: https://www.patreon.com/JulianDorey  - Join our DISCORD: https://discord.gg/nnn6WpbB  JULIAN YT CHANNELS: - SUBSCRIBE to Julian Dorey Clips YT: https://www.youtube.com/@UChs-BsSX71a_leuqUk7vtDg  - SUBSCRIBE to Julian Dorey Daily YT: https://www.youtube.com/@JulianDoreyDaily  - SUBSCRIBE to Best of JDP: https://www.youtube.com/@bestofJDP  JOE LINKS: - INSTAGRAM: https://www.instagram.com/theofficialjosephteti/  - WEBSITE: https://www.joeteti.com/  CREDITS: - Hosted & Produced by Julian D. Dorey - Intro & Episode Edited by Alessi Allaman ***TIMESTAMPS*** 0:00 - How Joe got on Discovery Channel's “Dual Survival” (Full Story); Cody Lundin 16:55 - Island of Ometepe in Nicaragua; Scouting Dual Survival Locations 24:18 - What it was like to film Dual Survival 31:24 - Lion Attack Story 37:36 - Joe gets charged by an Elephant; Arcadia Bush Living 43:03 - Lion Attacks; Surviving outdoors 48:07 - Joe's Shark Attack Close Call; Joe leaves Dual Survival 55:22 - Why Joe Teti & Cody Lundin didn't like each other 1:02:20 - Surviving Wyoming Mountains; How to build a Snow Cave 1:09:56 - USS Minneapolis Shark Attack; Salt Flats of Bolivia; Sri Lanka Leeches 1:23:06 - The defamation claims against Joe during Dual Survival; Joe's Surveillance Instruction 1:39:56 - Joe doing mercenary or Special Forces work?; Russia & Ukraine 1:43:02 - Places Joe works today; The Bin Laden Takedown 1:51:30 - Talking with Dale Comstock ~ Get $150 Off The Eight Sleep Pod Pro Mattress / Mattress Cover (USING CODE: “JULIANDOREY”): https://eight-sleep.ioym.net/trendifier Julian's Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/julianddorey ~ Music via Artlist.io ~ Julian Dorey Podcast Episode 187 - Joe Teti

TRENDIFIER with Julian Dorey

WATCH JOE'S PREVIOUS EPISODE ON THE SHOW: https://open.spotify.com/episode/5nhycTnDGBnQUWFMPtuRbp  (***TIMESTAMPS in Description Below) ~ Joe Teti is a former CIA Black Ops Commando & Reality TV Star. Teti spent a decade as an off-books kill-team operator in the Agency. After retiring from the government, Teti hosted “Dual Survival” on the Discovery Channel for 4 years. EPISODE LINKS: - BUY Guest's Books & Films IN MY AMAZON STORE: https://amzn.to/3RPu952  - Julian Dorey PODCAST MERCH: https://juliandorey.myshopify.com/  - Support our Show on PATREON: https://www.patreon.com/JulianDorey  - Join our DISCORD: https://discord.gg/8ZUf5jgu  JULIAN YT CHANNELS: - SUBSCRIBE to Julian Dorey Clips YT: https://www.youtube.com/@UChs-BsSX71a_leuqUk7vtDg  - SUBSCRIBE to Julian Dorey Daily YT: https://www.youtube.com/@JulianDoreyDaily  - SUBSCRIBE to Best of JDP: https://www.youtube.com/@bestofJDP  JOE LINKS: - INSTAGRAM: https://www.instagram.com/theofficialjosephteti/  - WEBSITE: https://www.joeteti.com/  ***TIMESTAMPS*** 0:00 - Joe's 40 Time; Best Guns 5:56 - Joe Responds to Stolen Valor Allegations; Backstory of how rumors started 17:52 - CIA Ground Branch Secrecy 24:38 - Joe's Combat History; Joe's Feminine Side; Slander against Anti-Poaching Marine 36:47 - Joe's distaste for his old job; Training bad students; Money problems 46:42 - Joe's Dubai Client 50:13 - Shawn Ryan & Joe Teti's CIA Surveillance Analysis; Captured Target Story 57:23 - When to take a target; World-Class Pistol Shooter 1:08:03 - Ladder-climbing warning 1:12:39 - Covert Operations & Targeting 1:20:30 - Jack Murphy's CIA Russian Sleeper Cell Story; CIA Planning Protocol 1:29:06 - 10 Week Opt-out working w/ other countries; Afghanistan 1:37:39 - First Boots on Ground: CIA Ground Branch; Johnny Span Story 1:48:39 - Israel & Hamas War 1:58:53 - US partnership work w/ Israel; Israel & Palestine 2:05:42 - Mossad 2:10:33 - Hamas Tunnels & Spec Ops fighting them; RomeUnderground Tunnels; The Vatican 2:17:35 - British Intelligence & Surveillance Hostage/Rescue (MI6); Navy SEALS are studs 2:29:43 - Joe's hunting; “Chip on the shoulder” 2:37:49 - Joe tells the story of his buddy Mike's tragic death 2:43:49 - Mike's funeral story; Survivor's Guilt 2:56:33 - Smell of Gasoline; Living w/ Regret 3:05:12 - Dual Survival convo incoming CREDITS: - Hosted & Produced by Julian D. Dorey - Intro & Episode Edited by Alessi Allaman ~ Get $150 Off The Eight Sleep Pod Pro Mattress / Mattress Cover (USING CODE: “JULIANDOREY”): https://eight-sleep.ioym.net/trendifier Julian's Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/julianddorey ~ Music via Artlist.io ~ Julian Dorey Podcast Episode 186 - Joe Teti

The Survival Podcast
Dave Canterbury from Dual Survival – Friday Flashbacks – Epi-15

The Survival Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Feb 2, 2024 58:36


Today’s episode of Friday Flashbacks was originally Episode-462- Dave Canterbury from Dual Survival and was originally recorded on 6-10-10.  The show notes for the original episode with all relevant resources can be found here. Welcome to Friday Flashbacks, after 15 … Continue reading →

Peter von Panda
You Can Meet Matt Graham From Dual Survival

Peter von Panda

Play Episode Listen Later Jan 11, 2024 13:34


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The Guiding Voice
High Voltage conversation with the World's #1 Survivalist EJ Snyder NAKED AND AFRAID FAME | #TGV400

The Guiding Voice

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 21, 2023 35:06


"Embrace the adventure of life with fearless enthusiasm. In the realm of uncertainty, courage becomes the compass guiding us to extraordinary destinations"Tune into #TGV400 to get clarity on the above topic. Here are tHE pointers from EJ's conversation on “Mindset and Overcoming Challenges” with Naveen Samala on The Guiding VoiceFirst rapid fire/Introduction and context setting EJ's PROFESSIONAL JOURNEY AND THE TOP 3 THINGS THAT HELPED IN His SUCCESSHow has he adapted his message and leadership approach to resonate with people from diverse cultural backgrounds?Strategies he personally uses to stay positive and focused when facing difficulties or obstaclesThe definition of leadership, and qualities that, in his opinion, contribute to an effective leader, particularly in challenging or high-pressure situations."WITTY ANSWERS TO THE RAPID-FIREMessage or advice to the audience as they navigate their own paths in life, especially in terms of mindset, resilience, and leadership?"TRIVIA ABOUT Naked and AfraidABOUT THE GUEST:EJ is currently the #1 Ranked Survivalist in the World. And is a Highly Decorated 25-year retired Army Combat Vet (91 Gulf War & OIF), Extreme Survivalist, and Adventurer. Host of Dual Survival & 6-Time Legend of Naked and Afraid. EJ is available as a Motivational Speaker, Published Author, and Writer, Actor/Stuntman, does celebrity appearances, teaches Survival and Outdoor Skills, Leadership and Team Building Training, and does Adventure Guiding. For more about EJ subscribe to http://www.ejsnyder.com Connect with the Host on LinkedIn: Naveen Samala: LinkedIn | Personal WebsiteSupport Our Mission: To contribute to our mission, consider making a donation (any amount of your choice) via PayPal: Donate HereExplore Productivity: Become a productivity monk by enrolling in this course: Productivity Monk CourseDiscover "TGV Inspiring Lives" on Amazon: Volume 1 available on Kindle and Paperback:KindlePaperbackConnect in Your Preferred Language: #TGV is available in Hindi & Telugu on YouTube:HindiTeluguAudio Podcast: Listen to #TGV on Spotify:HindiTeluguFollow on Twitter:@GuidingVoice@NaveenSamala Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

The Jeff Macolino Podcast
156 - EJ Snyder and Me

The Jeff Macolino Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 13, 2023 64:16


EJ "Skullcrusher" Snyder is an Extreme Survivalist and a 25 year Army Combat Vet. EJ is most known as the 6x Legend of "Naked and Afraid" and Dual Survival on Discovery. We chat about survivalism, some of his most difficult experiences, how he got his nickname and much more! EJ's Website: https://ejsnyder.com/ EJ's Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/@EJSnyder333 Follow EJ: https://www.instagram.com/ejsnyder333 https://www.facebook.com/EJScrapIronSnyder https://twitter.com/ejsnyder333 Sponsors: BetterHelp: Go to ⁠⁠⁠⁠https://betterhelp.com/macolino⁠⁠⁠⁠ for 10% off your first month of therapy with BetterHelp and get matched with a therapist who will listen and help #sponsored FLAVIAR! ⁠⁠⁠⁠https://flaviar.5d3x.net/JMacPod⁠⁠⁠⁠ Check out Pure Hemp Botanical! ⁠⁠⁠⁠https://pure-hemp-botanical.pxf.io/jmacpod⁠⁠⁠⁠ Buy Jeff a drink - once a month? He'll love you forever and might even like you a little... You choose whether it's a cheap domestic or a fine Canadian whiskey! ⁠⁠⁠⁠https://anchor.fm/jeffmacolino/support⁠⁠⁠⁠ Follow Me!!! ⁠⁠⁠⁠https://twitter.com/saintjmac⁠⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠⁠https://www.facebook.com/jeffmacolinopodcast⁠⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠⁠https://www.instagram.com/saintjmac/⁠⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠⁠https://www.minds.com/saintjmac/⁠⁠⁠⁠ IMDB Page: ⁠⁠⁠⁠https://www.imdb.com/title/tt17046562/?ref_=nm_knf_t1⁠⁠⁠⁠ YouTube: ⁠⁠⁠⁠https://www.youtube.com/c/JeffMacolino⁠⁠⁠⁠ TikTok: ⁠⁠⁠⁠https://www.tiktok.com/@jeffmacolino⁠⁠⁠⁠ Art Credit: Chase Henderson --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/jeffmacolino/message Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/jeffmacolino/support

TRENDIFIER with Julian Dorey

Support Our Show on PATREON: https://www.patreon.com/JulianDorey BUY ACCIDENTAL TRUTH ahead of our podcast w/ Director Ron James: https://www.amazon.com/Accidental-Truth-Col-John-Alexander/dp/B0BXX3BV8Q Subscribe To Our Clips Channel: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UChs-BsSX71a_leuqUk7vtDg  (***TIMESTAMPS in description below) ~ Joe Teti is a former CIA Black Ops Commando & Reality TV Star. Teti spent a decade as an off-books kill-team operator in the Agency. After retiring from the government, Teti hosted “Dual Survival” on the Discovery Channel for 4 years. ***TIMESTAMPS*** 0:00 - Joe leaves for boot camp 7:11 - Joe leaves Marines to work on Wall Street in Vegas 12:45 - Joe had fun in Vegas 17:52 - Joe enlists in the Army 26:00 - Q-School & Operation Uphold Democracy 34:19 - Joe gets recruited to CIA ground branch 41:26 - The Shady Polygraph story 50:07 - The dense details CIA knows about recruits 53:18 - The Operators Course 59:20 - The one unexpected trait CIA looks for in Ground Branch 1:03:46 - 2 teammates get cut story 1:07:23 - CIA GB Chain of Command & Case Officers 1:12:20 - CIA wants Sociopathic traits 1:16:24 - Joe's first experience in combat with CIA GB; Afghanistan undercover 1:26:44 - CIA Ground Branch team sizes; The requirement they had of Native Afghans 1:32:14 - Muscle Memory and shooting 1:38:36 - Proprioception; CIA Case Officer vs. GB Training 1:50:59 - How CIA trains GB Surveillance; CIA Disguise tactics 1:58:38 - Decision making in the field 2:01:49 - CIA Legends Ric Prado, Billy Waugh, and Bin Laden story 2:03:55 - Joe tells story of when he met Billy Waugh in Warzone 2:11:42 - What Joe and CIA GB fought for 2:15:17 - Joe's funny story about final CIA Interrogation he had to pass 2:22:33 - The CIA's Public Opinion today; CIA & Media 2:30:33 - The Osama Bin Laden Mission; Deciding what public can know 2:42:57 - How long Joe was in CIA Ground Branch; CIA Effect on his marriage 2:47:19 - Joe's close call with an RPG; Bin Laden bomb story 2:50:08 - Joe talks Survivor's Guilt 2:57:17 - What happens when CIA GB Agent dies in combat? 2:59:52 - Joe's first kill in CIA Ground Branch 3:07:42 - Did killing become easier? 3:10:20 - The moment Joe knew he was done 3:13:41 - 48 hours post-mission in a Kroger's Julian Dorey Podcast Episodes Mentioned in this Podcast: Jim “Mad Dog” Lawler: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jJ5Grn5_ABY  Shawn Ryan: https://youtu.be/ib4atmvMqlk  Andrew Bustamante 2: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7jNz3-WPV5I&t=8284s  Andrew Bustamante 1: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2PUs7l2jW9c&t=1s  ~ Get $150 Off The Eight Sleep Pod Pro Mattress / Mattress Cover (USING CODE: “JULIANDOREY”): https://eight-sleep.ioym.net/trendifier Julian's Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/julianddorey ~ Music via Artlist.io ~ Julian Dorey Podcast Episode 149 - Joe Teti

All Secure with Tom and Jen Satterly

Today's guest is none other than EJ "Scull Crusher" Snyder. EJ fought in the Gulf and Iraq wars, has been a Drill Sergeant, and taught at the Florida Ranger Camp and the Special Warfare Center at Fort Bragg. He was awarded 2 Bronze Stars, a Legion of Merit, and retired as a Sergeant Major. He has many military accolades, but most of you will recognize him from Naked and Afraid (with 6 completions) or Dual Survival. EJ really lets his personality shine in this episode. Not only does he share some valuable information, he is an absolute joy to listen to. So, as Tom and Jen say, let's dive right in. EJ's websiteEJ's YouTube EJ's InstagramEJ's TwitterEJ's FacebookOther Links for EJFor more information about All Secure Foundation, visit https://allsecurefoundation.org/

Talking Junk
Surviving With EJ

Talking Junk

Play Episode Listen Later Dec 18, 2022 53:01


Brought To You By @thedizzlebrand & @heavenspantry On This Episode Of Talking Junk We Will Sitting Down With American Survivalist & Television Personality EJ Snyder @ejsnyder333 ... You May Know EJ From His Appearances On Naked & Afraid , Dual Survival , Ed Stafford First Man Out & Naked & Afraid XL... So Come Join Us As We Take A Deep Dive Into All Things Survival, And Pick EJ's Brain About His Adventures In Survival Television As Well As What We Can Expect To See From Him Next. As Always If You Miss This Live Viewing You Can Catch It In The Archives... TalkingJunkNetwork.com #nakedandafraid #naked #nature #survival #survivalist #survivor #nakedandafraidxl #largadosepelados #wilderness #wildernesssurvival #naturalist #environmentalist #garygolding #naturelover #gary #golding #tarzanoflosangeles #californiaadventures #discovery #survive #discoverychannel #nakedass #manwithamessage #nakedskin #instagood #consumeaslittleaspossible #tarzan #teacher #photooftheday #talkingjunkthepodcast --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/talking-junk/message Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/talking-junk/support

Steamy Stories Podcast
Life As A New Hire: part 13

Steamy Stories Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 29, 2022


Women making bad decisions. Cáel to the rescue? What?By FinalStand. Listen and subscribe to the podcast at Steamy Stories.-There is nothing wrong being a Lucky Bastard. It is wrong to rely on it-(Monday later)Buffy had finally dismissed me when Katrina summoned me to her office. Ignoring me getting into an altercation…in the Full-Blood gym…yet again, I had a good day. No property damage, lost items, or physically damaged employees. Ragged by most people’s standards, but a good day for me at Havenstone. I still had a chance to walk out under my own power.Katrina motioned me to come to her desk. Upon my arrival, she slid a tablet over to me with a single icon on the screen. I tapped it. Aya’s face appeared as the vid-mail began. She was glowing. There was tent fabric in the background so I had no idea of her geographic location. I didn’t care.“Hey!” she squeaked. “I’m doing great at camp. I met three girls who are as small as me and we’ve formed our own squad; the Fatal Squirts.” I chuckled.I had encouraged her to steal strength from her perceived weaknesses. She had to believe in herself then take that as she built up her skills. I had faith in her when no one else did.“I showed some of my councilors a picture of you. I think you would get into trouble if you came here. I want you to come, but I thought it was only fair to warn my favorite bed-buddy,” she giggled.“Send me a message when you can. I understand there will be a delay as the messages have to be physically delivered. I know you are doing okay. If not, hold off your vengeance until I can return and guard your back. I love you, Cáel. Be well,” she smiled as her picture faded into darkness.“Ah damn,” I whispered. Aya looked good; confident, upbeat and spirited. “Katrina, can I make a message for her right now?” I begged.“Of course,” she gave me an approving tilt of the head. “I think the courier is still in the building.”“Cool. What do I do?” I urged.“Use the webcam; make a message and forward it to my computer,” Katrina told me. “I’ll take it from there.” I made the message, pretty much updating her on my latest exploits with limited editing. Aya was a surprisingly innocent yet worldly 9 year old.Much of that came from being Katrina’s and Desiree’s niece; mainly Katrina’s. It gave her access to tidbits of sensitive data from time to time. Not so much she was a real security threat. Enough so that she got some things confused; like what sex was truly about. I felt in my soul she’d be a great Amazon one day. I didn’t remind her of that much. She had enough pressure for a kid her age.“You are seeing Oneida now?” a frosty voice unnerved me. It was Buffy.“Fuck,” I jumped up. “Damn Buffy, stop sneaking up on me like that, or I’m going to start thinking you are a stalker.”“I am stalking you, Einstein,” Buffy menaced.“I’m glad we got that out of the way,” I rolled my eyes. “Oh look! It’s Daphne coming to my rescue. I am so out of here,” I exulted. I edged passed Buffy, slipped her attempt to grab my arm and raced for the ‘new hires’ at the elevator.“Get back here, you Cock-sucker!” Buffy howled as she chased me down.May miracles never cease. Daphne, Violet and Tigger formed an Amazon (I wasn’t sure if I could consider them 'human’ yet) shield between my frail form and the hulking brute that was Buffy.“Calm down, Buffy,” Daphne pleaded. “He fought Elsa today; again.”“Get out of my way,” Buffy snarled.“Thank God you stopped her,” I huffed to Dora. “I hope to she never finds out that I soaped up Elsa’s entire body while we were sharing a shower together.” Daphne turned and gave me an incredulous look.“Cáel, you are a Dumb-ass,” Daphne sighed. Looking to Buffy as she stood aside. “Have at.”“Are you mental?” Fabiola chimed in. The elevator doors finally opened, Buffy shoved me in and the rest of the posse followed. Helena joined us at the last second.“He’s taunting me,” Buffy responded to Fabiola while using her middle finger to poke my chest. “At this rate I am going to have to devastate a dozen male escorts so I can make it the remaining the 69 more days until he’s mine again.”“Is he really that good?” Paula wondered. Buffy twisted around to confront her.“He hammered me so hard, I thought he’d dislocate my hips. Later, we spent an entire hour, naked, wrapped up in each other’s bodies with no actual penetration; touching, tasting and whispered affections,” Buffy curled her lip. “He’s better than you could possibly imagine.”“You realize we have 27 seconds left, right?” I reminded Buffy.“Really?” Buffy’s head snapped back to me. I nodded and she jumped my bones. She had her hand down my pants, pulling on my rod, and the other grabbing the back of my head to deepen our kiss.For my part, I had my left hand on her breast and the right down the back of her pants, fondling a panty-covered ass cheek. In a culture where you summoned a male, ordered him to perform and he did so the same exact way he’d done a dozen times before, what Buffy and I were doing didn’t make sense.The two of us didn’t give up an ounce of control yet meshed perfectly. Our pleasure was obvious, vocal and we didn’t give a damn about the crowd around us. Buffy and I had created our own little lust-bubble. The chimer went off. We settled down and straightened up our clothes.“Fuck it all; that’s some good dicking,” Buffy mumbled. That was an inside joke between me, Timothy, my big, gay, buff tattoo-artist roommate, and the few women he chose to share that descriptive with; 'a good dicking’. We tumbled out of the elevator.“Is he always like that?” Fabiola mumbled.“He’s a whole lot better with his clothes off,” Buffy sneered at Fabiola. Sometimes I’m a super-selfish bastard; I want life to cut me some slack. Waiting for us was Oneida…in biker clothing. That would have merely been bad, dangerous and creepy except I was dressed in work clothes.I was planning to meet some of the guys (all two of them) for some after-work drinks. The encounter went from not-good to horribly awkward. Oneida had checked up on me, been told how I got to and from work as well as when I left. Unfortunately, she hadn’t checked my social calendar; mainly because I didn’t keep one; sophomore year mistake.If a girl is in your apartment, she will find the thing you don’t want her to find…every single time. I burned my diary and unfriended everybody after that final, hospital-resulting episode.“Hi,” I greeted Oneida. She’d figured out she’d screwed up something fierce. “What bike do you use? I have a Specialized STSE hybrid. Maybe we can use some paths one weekend.”I was trying to diffuse her embarrassment. We were two bikers talking about bikes. Nothing wrong with that.“I have a Specialized Source…” she got out then realized how BAD that sounded. She had the exact same bike as me…how bizarre? Unless you had somebody come down and take a look at what I bicycle I used.Time to save the day.“Do you want to make a date for 6:30 am on Saturday?” I suggested. “Provided this wacky place hasn’t offed, or misplaced me by then.”“Ah; that would be nice,” Oneida rebounded happily. “The date, that is.”“Whoa Oneida, what are you doing with this guy?” Brian derided me as he walked up. I wanted to say, 'Brian, you’ve insulted a princess of the Amazon people. Please continue making an ass of yourself and give Trent and Khalid my regards’. I didn’t.“This is Cáel Nyilas. He’s a real player,” Brian smirked. “You can do better than him.”Oh yeah, Oneida and Brian were co-workers; 'new hires’ in Acquisitions.“Brian, it took you three days to even use my name,” Oneida gave Brian a neutral stare. “I love Cáel. He saved my life and he sees the real me.” For the love of all that’s holy, someone shoot me in the head right now. I could hear the nearly subsonic growls emanating from Buffy.Brian looked at me, laughed and went to put an arm around Oneida’s shoulder. After all, if I could pick her up, it should be effortless for him to take her away, right? Dumb-shit. Laughing at me was okay. Laughing at…then I noticed the two chicks in black leather standing about doing their best (until a second ago) to go unnoticed.Cáel had gotten away with such familiarity because Cáel had risked his life to save their Princess. Brian Fung? He barely knew her name and they worked together. These weren’t even SD chicks; they were something else. My guess was Arinniti House Guard. Did Katrina’s House Epona have a house guard?Sure, I imagine they did. They were probably with the rest of House Epona where ever they lived. It wasn’t like the whole kit and caboodle was here in NYC. That would have been foolish. If Caitlyn, Aya’s mom, had a security issue, she called us at Havenstone HQ, less than four kilometers away. Without a doubt, Elsa would stop by and kick ass for her.I gave Brian this much; he had a working set of eyes. The second those two harbingers of death began closing in, Brian back-pedaled.“Hey Brian, let’s go grab some drinks,” I offered him a graceful exit.“Sounds good,” Brian tried to sound cool.“Oneida, take care,” I nodded to my new romantic stalker. “Ladies,” to my 'new hire’ crew. “Buffy,” to my sometimes boss, “remember you are still hot for a…mature chick.”“You are going die a long, torturous and extremely painful death,” Buffy sizzled.“What? Are you going to make me eat your cooking?” I laughed.Buffy didn’t articulate a counter before Brian and I slipped outside.“Cáel, who was that woman?” Brian whispered.“Which one? You need to be more specific. My erotic malfeasances are terribly confusing.”“The one you insulted,” Brian said. “The last one you insulted,” he clarified.“Buffy. She’s one of my bosses,” I grinned. “She loves me. She’s even promised to play the bagpipes at my funeral. Personally I think that’s because she doesn’t want to risk anyone hearing me pounding on the coffin lid, trying to get out.”“You are not going to make it the full 84 days with that attitude,” Brian lectured me.“Trent has already been promoted,” Brian continued. “I am regularly referred to as indispensable in my work reviews. Felix works closely with Ms. Pharos at all times. You seem to be the only one of us having…issues with Havenstone. Hell, they even shot you and you sat back and took it. I doubt your complacent attitude impressed anyone much.”No mention of poor Khalid. How quickly they forget. Trent had been 'promoted’ to Southeast Asia alright. I looked it up; there are around 10,000 islands between Indonesia and the Philippines. Sure some were small spits of land with a few trees. I had little doubt one of the good-sized one was a jungle of a different sort.Certainly Executive Services sent Trent’s belongings somewhere. I’d never tried to find out. What would I have done with the knowledge? Brooke didn’t care and I didn’t know his family. Brian and I went to the same yuppie bar as last time. I was with Brian this time, so I abandoned him as quick as I could.Why? At the far end of the bar, talking the bar-back was my Delivery Girl; aka the person who did the home liquor delivery to Libra’s place. Half way down the bar, she sensed me looking at her. The bar-back followed her gaze. He wasn’t happy with me. DG simply didn’t recognize me so I held up my valise over my groin.Confusion; surprise; acknowledgment that despite our surroundings, I wasn’t worried about being seen with her. She had her hand truck; she had to make a front door delivery this time.“Remember me?” I smiled.“Cáel Nyilas; the Pillow Guy,” she snickered. “How did that work out for you?”The bar-back was broadcasting his displeasure at some upper class shmuck cutting in on his action. DG caught that.“Jason, this is Cáel,” she introduced me. “We last met under unusual circumstances.”“What kind of name is Cáel?” Jason remarked.“An unfortunate one,” I snorted. “You try explaining to your kindergarten teacher that it is 'c-a-e-l’. Of course, I wasn’t 'Bomophoto’ either. She had it worse than I did.”Jason searched me out to see if I was pulling one over on him. I wasn’t. Bomo and I bonded over our linguistic misfortune. She moved to Santa Fe in the third grade. I wonder if she grew up to be hot looking. Oink.“I’ll give you that,” he chuckled. “Why did you get branded?”“Mom was Irish, my Dad was in love with her so I got the cultural emersion, minus the Guinness,” I shrugged. “By the way…” I looked back to the lady.“Katy Lee Baker,” she batted her eyelashes. We shook hands.“How did it go?” I picked up her question. “Sex, chopped fruit, your drinks, more sex and back to the clinic before eleven.”“Have you talked to them since?” Katy inquired somewhat seductively.“Perhaps. I don’t like to kiss and tell,” I evaded.“I’m curious because two of the three arrived five minutes before you did and they appear somewhat unhappy with you right now,” she smirked. “You can look over your shoulder if you don’t believe me.” Sure enough, there was Felix, Brian, Brooke, Libra and…I think her name was Gene. I waved then turned back to my current two conversationalists.“So Jason, what do you like to do?” I asked the guy.“Huh; what? I work,” he replied.“I mean bike, try ethnic food, go to the gym; stuff like that,” I teased him.“I work six days a week…but usually one or two are afternoon shifts. Me and some buddies play some pick-up basketball,” Jason told me.“Great. You’d pick a sport I suck at,” I set the bait. If Jason thought I sucked, he’d invite me to play. That’s how it worked. I was pretty good at basketball considering I’d spent the last four years playing with girls; on the court. Girls play some mean ball. They also didn’t shy away from putting an elbow into my nuts if they felt like it.“I’m not sure I live in a neighborhood you’d be comfortable visiting,” Jason threw up a roadblock. I had him on this one. I showed him my ID. It had the right address; wrong apartment number. “Shit dude, that place is about as rough as my home turf.”“I get paid a quarter million a year to taste test for hexafluoride in Chinese imports,” I joked.“Really?” Katy chuckled.“It’s a growth industry; if you consider tumors to be growth,” I was faux-serious.“Mr.; Cáel,” Jason looked over my shoulder. “I think one of those chicks is about to come over here and kill you. You best hop to it.”“Which one? The brunette, or the russet-colored (Libra)?” I inquired.“The brunette wants attention and the russet wants to push a red hot poker up your ass,” Jason gave me his experienced opinion. Heading over there was going to be 'fun’.“Give me a call some time, Jason. Nice to see you again, Katy Lee,” I waved good-bye.“You know the staff here?” Libra spat.“That was the girl who delivered the liquor to your place, Libra,” I sighed. “I said 'hi’.”“It takes you an awful lot of words to say 'hello’,” Brian gave a false smile. Libra was positioned next to Brian. Her anger with me plus his 'sexy’ put her there.Brooke shifted as I joined their chair-less center table. She was putting enough distance between us to show everyone she was independent yet close enough to give warning signs to other woman that I was in her sights, if not her outright possession. I was better looking than Brooke had counted on. More 'fun’ was coming down the pipeline.Gene was here on another date with Felix, or so she thought. Poor Gene. Felix was most likely an excellent fuck. What she didn’t appreciate was that Felix was not only a competitor, he was the kind of athlete who had to win. Second place was what you called the first loser. Gene was about to be educated in this personal idiocentricity.Now that I was on stage, Felix made his move on Brooke. Gene? He’d let her in on a three-way if he was feeling personally Hernán Cortés-like. Felix had to have Brooke. I hadn’t dumped Brooke, according to Gene, so he wasn’t getting my castoffs; he was stealing my prize. The flaw in this plan was my whole viewpoint on monogamy. I didn’t much care for it. Brooke was a grown woman and could make her own choices.Felix made his move. Damn, he was smooth. He had Brooke wrapped up and pulled tight without Gene even being aware she’d been dumped. Enter the train wreck named Nicole. She was the criminal defense attorney who I’d fucked in a stall in the women’s bathroom of this place. She hadn’t tried to contact me and I hadn’t worried about her. Hook-ups were like that.She’d been close by, respecting Brooke’s signs and not stopping by to say hello. Then Felix launched his master plan and I was suddenly freed up. Nicole had gotten a rough fucking and liked it, I could tell.“Cáel Nyilas,” Nicole swooped in. “How have you been?”“The normal. Menace to society, disrespectful of authority and being annoying to random strangers,” I teased. “You?”“I’m a lawyer fighting the irresistible lure of evil. The usual,” she joked back. “What have you been doing wrong? As I recall, last time you were doing everything right?”Yes, a good dicking indeed. I was going to relate this encounter to Timothy just so he could shoot me with his Nerf gun. He’d shoot me anyway, but it was nice of me to give him an excuse from time to time.“I’ve been sending sexually suggestive letters to ADA Feinstein,” I offered. “Does that count?”“Oh really?” she seemed surprised. “Why don’t you come by my table real quick and let me introduce you to some of my colleagues.” I wasn’t going to be rude.“Gang, this is Nicole,” I introduced her to my table. “She’s an attorney at a prestigious law firm that probably has more dead partners than living ones and offices in Papua New Guinea and a few dozen other places you’ve never heard of. I’ll be right back.”“You are a nut,” Nicole bumped me as we weaved our way to her buddies. “Ladies, this is Cáel Nyilas. I think I mentioned him once.” By the looks on their faces, once had been enough. “This is Zelda, Marsha, Phyllis, and Rivka; Rivka Feinstein, ADA for New York County,” (that’s Manhattan for us hicks).“Ah crap,” I exclaimed. That wasn’t what they expected.“I confess,” I looked at Nicole, “I saw the name in an article on the back of the Village Voice. Sadly, they had R. Feinstein and I stupidly assumed it was a guy.”“Oh my God! You’re gay?” Zelda and Phyllis despaired.“While my life would a whole lot easier if I was, I’m straight; not even bi-curious. My roommate, Timothy; never Tim; is and he was reading it while I was working out. It sort of stuck in my mind,” I admitted.“How did my name come up in conversation?” Rivka inquired.“Cáel is a pathological liar,” Nicole teased me.“Not true,” I protested. “I’m allergic to excessive honesty. That’s totally different.”“I’d like to put you on the witness stand,” Zelda gave me those bedroom eyes.“You and about a 150 other women,” I groaned.“150?” Rivka choked.“Yep. The rest already know I’m guilty,” I muttered.“Are you of weak moral fiber?” Phyllis joined the game. We were all having a blast.“Sorry, but no. I’m saving up for some. Currently I’m without morals…or scruples. Any suggestion which one I should purchase first?”“You are a great guy,” Rivka snickered. “Why aren’t you dating somebody?”“Shall we revisit my lack of morals and scruples?” I answered.“So you are a player?” Nicole nudged me. She wanted to play alright.“How to put this…I’m a wonderful lover and a lousy boyfriend,” I told them.“I was an eighteen year old virgin. In the past four years, I have betrayed every woman I’ve ever dated, save one; my first love,” I explained.“Why didn’t you betray her?” Phyllis prodded. “Don’t tell me she’s dead.”“No, she’s fine,” I replied. “She was the one who told me to date other women.”“That’s harsh,” Zelda commiserated. She thought Kimberly had dumped me.“Oh no,” I corrected her. “We stayed together until I graduated last month. Four of the best years of my life. When she told me to date other women it was because I was killing her. I have a voracious sexual appetite and she was desperate for a full night’s sleep.”“Do you ever go home alone?” Marsha joined in.“Does leaving a woman’s house at 1 a.m. count?” I requested.“Did she throw you out?” Rivka interrogated.“No. She and her sister were exhausted so I picked up my roommate and left,” I exaggerated.“Wait!” Nicole held up her hand. “Sisters…and you told us your roommate was gay?”“Morals and scruples,” I repeated. “See, I was dating one sister and the other sister wanted a date so I talked my gay roommate into being my wingman so I wouldn’t end up sleeping with them both. It didn’t work out so well. The second, older sister was horny, so my guy pretended to pass out.”“Have you ever considered you are a horrible person?” Marsha studied me.“Yes. Not only have I thought about, I’ve been told that a few dozen times. It usually is accompanied by 'I’m going to kill you’, or 'you had better make it up to me’.”“Have you ever been hurt?” Phyllis appeared concerned.“My body is a roadmap of poor decision making,” I responded.“What was the worst thing to ever happen to you?” Rivka grinned. Her ability to be deceptively pretty had to have made her a frightening lawyer.“When they were happening, I was a bit more concerned with what might happen to me as opposed to rating them,” I informed her.“Except for being shot with an arrow, being chased around naked with a hot poker and having my bed dowsed with lighter fluid while I was still in it were probably the worst,” I nodded. “I’ve been stabbed a few times, tasered, occasionally thrown out of a window not on the first floor and had bookcase dropped on me once, so I consider myself a connoisseur of ex-girlfriend vengeance.”“Have you ever been involved with a police proceeding?” Rivka became a tad bit more intense.“Nah,” shook my head. “I had it coming. As you said, I’m kind of a horrible guy.”“Domestic violence is no joking matter,” Nicole also became serious.“That’s unfair,” I countered. “I’m not so slavishly devoted to the law that I’d ruin some girl’s life because I was a total bastard.”“Domestic Violence laws are supposed to protect the innocent from the abusive,” I added. “I haven’t lied to you about my misadventures, but you should understand I chose to handle most of my problems myself. By the looks on your faces, you are about as disappointed in me as the policewoman I am currently seeing. This is who I am and I’m not going to apologize for it.”“Mind you, I’m not some gun-toting, roughneck Libertarian,” I clarified. “I believe in law, order and the justice system. If someone pulls out an AK-47 on me at a corner bodega, I’m making 9-1-1 my bitch on speed-dial. I don’t want to be a hero, or fulfill my organ donor card. I just don’t equate that to a girl kneeing me in the nuts because I slept with her best friend in her lingerie.”There was a pause as the ladies looked around. They were making an assessment of how much trouble I’d cause versus how much fun I would be. They all smiled at me. They always do.“Who was wearing the lingerie?” Zelda smirked.“I’ve worn women’s lingerie before, but it really wasn’t my thing,” I mused.“I’ll go through a lot for good sex,” I winked. “It was my girlfriend’s lingerie on her best friend.”“Wait,” Rivka noted. “Didn’t the best friend know you were dating the first girl?”“Yeah. I’m not sure why that never stops them,” I shrugged. “Around the fifth time I stopped worrying about it.”“Wow, do you have any idea how many women you’ve been with?” Rivka asked.“Do you always use protection?” Phyllis piled on.“Yes; 223 as of Friday. I’m hoping to break 300 before work replaces me with those guys from 'Hamster Dance’,” I told them. “And yes, I always use protection.”“I may not know where my partner has been, but I know where I’ve been and it scares me,” I snickered. “That’s why I always carry ten.”“Ten?” Nicole snorted. “Do you regularly check the expiration date, or are you that ambitious?”“Ambitious? I’d carry more except it’s hard to hide more than ten in a wallet; I’ve tried,” I sighed.“Have you ever run out?” Marsha snickered. Our snickering, chuckling and laughter were drawing stares.“Run out? Hell, I’ve gone door to door in a women’s dormitory at 2 a.m. trying to find some,” I related. “Ran into an old girlfriend doing that.” I slipped into a dreamy smile.“Why do I think that despite it being 2 a.m. in her dorm with you seeking a condom for use with a different woman, she wasn’t pissed?” Rivka giggled.“Oh God no,” I waved off. “She was freaking furious. That was some of the most intense 'I’m lonely and it’s all your fault’ sex I have ever been through.”“You have names for different kinds of sex?” Nicole was almost crying from laughing so hard.“Oh yeah. The first time I run across a different sexual experience, I slap a name on it so when it happens again, I know what to do,” I explained.“Isn’t every woman unique?” Zelda sniffled.“That sounds nice in a love song, but 'no’,” I smiled. “Women, and men, have a finite number things; needs and responses. Women can have different erogenous zones, but there all on the human body. Admittedly, it can be a bit like predicting the weather at times. It is not a perfect system by any means.”“What’s my 'thing’ then?” Nicole taunted. She didn’t think I could do it.“Sex has to be an accomplishment with you, Nicole,” I informed her. “You need to be engaged mentally as much as anything else. You need a poet who runs marathons. Otherwise you end up staring at the ceiling after sex wondering what better use you could have made of your time.”Silence. That was the norm for that kind of revelation. Women hated to be laid bare. They hated being misunderstood even more.“Nicole?” Rivka prodded her friend. Nicole remained silent. I knew that look.“Nicole, I’m bad news. Wouldn’t you prefer to keeps thing simple?” I hoped.I was wrong to hope. I kept praying they would go 'hey, great, mindless sex; let’s not blow it’, but they never did. I hated giving lame erotic encounters, despite the guarantee of anguish that always followed.“We could go out on a date and see how that works?” Nicole offered. Doom.“Cáel Nyilas; I’m in the book and I work for Havenstone Commercial Investments,” I stupidly replied. “You probably have a killer workload were as I spot-check children’s toys for WMDs. Give me a call when you have a night free.” How was it going to turn out? Sex, sex, sex, sex, sex; let’s make a commitment; you cheating fuck-nut! I hate you.Girls weren’t predictable; I was.“Cáel, we are going out to dinner, if you remember who you are supposed to be with,” Libra seethed as she and the others passed Nicole’s table.“Yup, gotta go where I’m not wanted. Nice seeing you again, Nicole,” I grinned. “Ladies, I hope it was a pleasure. It was for me. Good night.”Dinner; was; bad. Felix, hemorrhoid that he was, squashed Gene’s feeble attempts to draw him back to her as he made crystal clear that he was taking Brooke home; to fuck her into Paradise…instead of letting her go home with me. Problem being; Brooke wasn’t mine to take; never had been.For the first time in his life, I thought Brian was about to be screwed. Libra was past uber-bitchy by the fifth glass of wine. Brian held a pair of Jokers and thought he was the boss, like always. Libra had four Queens and would be screaming my name when she orgasmed; Brian was sexually proficient. He was also a misogynist, I was now sure, and Libra was going to make him squeal.Then she was going to grab up her clothes, storm out of Brian’s place and never want to talk with him again. It wasn’t that I was that unforgettable. I was that I knew what she wanted and had given it to her and not getting it Saturday afternoon while Brooke did was frosting her ass. What did that mean for me?For the first time in a long, long time, I was pissed with another guy. Trent really wasn’t worth my time, but Felix was about to cross my here-until-now unforeseen line of what guys did to girls. It was dawning on me that this was the result of me. Someone was doing something wrong to a girl because of me. It wasn’t my fault. Felix was being a jerk.That would be of cold comfort for Brooke. We split up after dinner. I didn’t have the heart to pick up Gene, who was easy prey right then. It was too much like what Felix thought he was doing to me. I took a cab to Havenstone, changed clothing and biked home. I barely had dinner ready for Timothy when he came through the door.“That’s not a look I’m used to seeing,” he remarked.“I should have beaten someone up,” I frowned, “but I didn’t and now some girl; Brooke; is going to have her heart kicked because of it.”“Was it something you did?” Timothy asked.“No. There is this guy at work who is using her to alpha-dog me,” I muttered.“Brooke?” Timothy was confused. “You hardly like her. What a sleaze (Felix). If it was Odette, first I’d slap you around for still being here. Then we’d go get him.”“I’m not even sure why I feel bad about this,” I grunted. “As you said, I hardly like her.”“It is called a conscience, Dimwit,” Timothy snorted. That didn’t help much. Conscience? Man, I’d stop my bike to run across a highway to move a tortoise off the road. I used to feed some of the Bolingbrook wild hares during the winter. I did humiliating crap for charity. I was never mean to a girl; only dishonest and unfaithful.Introspection got me nowhere. I was a cad. I’d been happy to be a cad for four years. I was going to be damned if my post-college life was going to be any different; all 68 remaining days of it. In my bedroom I discovered Odette had moved in during my absence. I doubted Timothy had been ignorant of all the stuff she deposited. What was going on with my life?I woke up when I heard keys in the door. It was a bit past eleven. I got up to check and sure enough, it was Odette. Timothy had given her a key. Odette had lived through a harrowing night, her boss was a dick and some of the customers were pure hell. I cuddled with her on the sofa while she unwound then we went to bed together. We didn’t have sex…(Tuesday)Around 1 a.m. I miraculously found myself awake and alert in bed. Odette was happily dreaming away. Something was gnawing at the back of my mind. I put a name to the emotion and a face to the fear. I called Brooke.“Hey Brooke,” I greeted her eight tries later. She was tired of sending me to voice mail.“What do you want?” she answered in a voice devoid of soul.“Fuck if I know,” I replied. “I suddenly woke up from a sound sleep thinking of you.”“I’m not interested,” she sighed.“I’m going to go out on a limb here. You don’t want to talk to anyone yet you want someone to help you understand what you are going through,” I gambled.That created a tiny tear in her shroud of depression. After five minutes, I got her to give me her address. She told me she wouldn’t answer the door. I told her I at least had to try. That got me to her place, 90 seconds of knocking got me inside and four minutes later, we were lying in bed with her sobbing on my chest.Half an hour later, she offered me sex. I told her to stop tempting me and if she only wanted me for sex, I wanted to be paid in chocolate. She giggled, took a few deep breaths and fell to sleep. Wow, I was in two different women’s beds in one night and not having sex in either. My watch alarm went off at 4:50 a.m. That meant no 'Marilyn’ call tonight.“Mmmm…” Brooke moved toward wakefulness. “Work?”“Afraid so,” I yawned.“We haven’t had sex,” he reminded me. I couldn’t stop being me.“That’s not why I came over here, Brooke,” I rolled onto my side so that our bodies were very close.“Never think I don’t want to have sex with you, but that’s not why I showed up last night,” I continued.“Why did you show up then?” she worried.“I have no clue. I’m like Felix; a player. Listen Brooke, I don’t consider you my woman,” I stated.“We had sex; we are lovers, but we’ve been thrown together by dire misfortune, not out of any common thread,” I reminded her. “I don’t expect you to have any sense of loyalty to me.” That phrase freed her up philosophically. That meant she could fuck me and not feel obliged to consider and discard any future for us because there was no realistic future that socially glued us into any acceptable form.“So I needed a shoulder to cry on and you showed up,” she mused.“Brooke, you are independent and strong-willed. The next guy you chose will be your choice,” I led her along. “Felix though; Felix is a serious player and he felt the need to add you to his list of conquests. I saw it happening and did nothing. Now I feel like crap for sitting back and ignoring the consequences.”“You knew Felix would turn me into a hash mark?” Brooke seemed depressed, not angry.“I knew he was trying to get at me,” I confessed. “He didn’t accept that you and I aren’t an item. A blonde co-worker; a high ranking supervisor actually; treated him like a bug in the communal showers yesterday while keeping close contact with me. Felix had to win. He had to show me he is the top dog.”“And I was the prize?” Brooke moped.“Not to me,” I whispered. Brooke looked hurt. “You are a woman. While you would look delectable in a big red ribbon, that’s not who you are. I don’t keep hash marks. I have a thing called a heart cord and it is solely for my use. Each binding represents a liaison; like a Quipus; an Incan memory knot.”Brooke really didn’t care. It sounded neat, it was romantic and the act was not demeaning to her. I could savor the memory of our encounter as long as I didn’t share it with my buddies. She wasn’t one of 'those’ girls.“You are very intelligent,” she murmured seductively.She didn’t care if I was the reincarnation of Benjamin Franklin, or some schmo in Afghanistan who made his living digging up (hopefully) spent ordinance of battlefields. Smoking hot, sexy, well-educated debutantes like Brooke could fuck finely-sculpted, 'smart’ guys like me. She could delude herself that I was rapidly upwardly mobile. My turn.“Brooke, I don’t want to get mixed up about us,” I evaded. 'Us’? There was no 'us’ and we both knew it. “If I caved in right now, I’m not sure I could forgive myself.” Yes I could.“I just want to feel like someone gives a damn about me,” Brooke whimpered. Good acting. We wrestled around; me trying to leave, but clearly not wanting to, while she physically enticed me.We ended up, me on top, pinning her wrists to either side of her head. Her legs were trapped between mine.“Make it up to me…please,” she pouted. She humped her pelvic bone playfully against my cock. “I know you want to help me out.” Good word usage on her part.“Brooke, this isn’t going to happen,” I gritted my teeth in frustration. Yes, it was going to happen. Her right leg began exerting steady pressure against my 'weak’ left leg. It slowly 'surrendered’ to her advance. Now she had on leg on the outside. My right leg held out a little longer yet Brooke was persistent.Now she could ground her finely groomed landing strip against my pulsating rod. I really, really wanted to fuck her now. I took my hands off her wrists, turned them into fists and placed the beneath each of her underarms.“Damn you,” I cursed her. Brooke was gyrating her crotch all over mine.With her hands released, Brooke could leverage her body up and trap my cockhead between her labia. They were thoroughly soaked with her honey so after my 'capture’ she drew more and more of my length in until I was completely incased. Brooke had won! She knew she’d won. Fuck Felix and his hash marks. I didn’t care so why should she?I made on last energetic yet futile effort to get away. Oddly, Brooke somehow end on top at the end of my exertion. I must be an awful wrestler…“No you don’t,” Brooke purred only millimeters from my lips. “You are not getting away.” That was Brooke tossing good ole Felix under the emotional bus.Felix the Player? She’d chalk it up to too much to drink and the hype being more than the man. How was this possible? Look at her. She’d thrown a known sexual dynamo down on her bed and was working his shaft over every G-spot in her vagina. Brooke still preferred a long, rough fucking to get her off. At the moment, she need reassurance more.Felix most assuredly made Brooke ride him. He kept her perpendicular to his hips and came up to suckle her teats when he wanted to, or watch them bounce as he lay back. He was great at sex, no doubt. The girl had to scream and howl; forgetting every other male she was ever with and making every other guy she’d be with later an automatic failure. To him, that was how he rated success.This resulted in me keeping Brooke close so I could make quick kisses to her very close lips. She’d playfully pull away; to put me in my place and remind me she was in charge; then she’d initiate the kiss. Our love-making was more rhythmic; less frantic. She was getting close.“Next…next time you fuck Felix,” I gasped. “Tell him…”“What makes; makes you think I’d; every sleep with him; again?” Brooke got feisty.“I bet he was good in bed and now that you have his measure,” I assured her. “You can take what pleasure you want and leave.” Brooke liked that. It was the whole independent woman thing.“Won’t you be jealous?” she panted.“I cannot constantly keep up with your sexual desires, Brooke,” I grunted. “I’ve been neglecting Libra.” Oh yeah, Libra. The girl she, Brooke, initially set me up with. Her Vassar classmate.“What about Felix,” she huffed and huffed. She was real close.“Off-handedly comment that he’s developing male pattern baldness,” I grinned. “Just to fuck with his head.” Felix was gorgeous. Better yet, Felix knew he was gorgeous. Hit him where it hurts. Brooke tried to giggle, but the surge of triumph overcame her and off she went. The problem was I was getting close and I didn’t have a condom on.“Brooke,” I inhaled deeply. She’d come to rest on my chest. “I’m about to…”“Oh,” she sighed happily. She reversed to the side as she slithered down my body. My cock went down her throat and I started petting her flank. Brooke wasn’t the very best, but, man o man, she was going to town on my dick.There was no doubt in my mind that her vaginal secretions didn’t bother her. I had to rush the experience because if I was late to work, Constanza make me stand beside the targets while she shot at them. If she was really pissed, she’d have me hold up targets in front me instead. I shot off, Brooke caught it all in her mouth then spit it into two tissues before tossing them in the trash.I caught her look. Trent and now Felix made her swallow. I didn’t care; which was yet another choice Brooke was free to make when making love to me. I jumped her. We had a little, tickle-nibble fight that ended in some kisses. I had to leave and Brooke made sure she was poised extra-sexy the last time I turned around to say goodnight and cut off the lights.“Ah damn,” I moaned before I left. I didn’t really like Brooke yet, by choosing to engage her in sex, I had accepted the task of making her happy. That was the reason Felix and I were going to fight. He’d use another human being to strike at me instead striking at me directly. To me, this was more than low character, it was an insult to my lifestyle.Felix should have checked his baggage at the door. Competing for the same lady was fine; even fun. Picking one to punish another…not cool. I had to think about my response as I barely made it in for my Constanza time. Wisely, I left my baggage at the door. These were firearms we were dealing with; a danger to me and the people around me.I was in my biking outfit today. More looks. The decision was that I’d go for my Glock-22, a 38 Ruger LCR back-up, a South Korean-made shotgun that looked like an M-16 and a very unhealthy looking device called a Heckler & Koch UMP 40 (which I had never even heard of). Wait…it got worse. I was scheduled for knife fighting training at 3 p.m.; every day for the foreseeable future.Constanza didn’t want to help me breath, much less train. That was okay. I left my shirt in the weapons’ room so the second I hit the shooting booth Magical Amazon Fey appeared to impart their wisdom, and body shapes to me. Oh God! I dropped a clip between my feet. The two ladies nearly head-butted in a race to get.The loser frowned. The winner was able to determine my ankles were strong, my calves were implant free; guys do that occasionally, and my thigh was definitely recovering. Without a doubt, my rod was happy to feel her hand. I retrieved my magazine from her unresisting hand. Then I did some shooting. With three clips I proved to be faster yet less accurate, more accurate yet slower and lastly a balance between the two.I wasn’t better than yesterday. It was yesterday. I did marginally worse with the .38 Ruger, better with the shotgun and I had a blast with the H&K. Was I accurate? NO…but this killing machine was loads of fun to fire off a clip at full-auto. According to 'my’ Amazons I looked so adorable pouting when I was told I’d fired off the last magazine. I repeat; loads of fun.Amazons are a dedicated martial culture, I was definitely a delicious male bouncing up and down gleefully while begging 'Fuck Me! Fuck Me!’ Not actually. I was enthusiastically asking for another clip, but I could tell how my words were being echoed inside their brains.“Behave yourself, Male!” Constanza snapped angrily. I fell on my knees, hands presented in supplication.“Please, please, please, please,” I begged.“Oh, give him another magazine,” two of my shooting companions requested.“I can’t believe we are in the same unit,” Constanza sneered, “rubbing against him like over-drunk un-casted.” Hmmm, that probably meant teenagers; before they chose a profession.“Constanza, they are all aggressive, dominant members of the Host,” I rose (verbally) to their defense. “They are not afraid of their sexuality and they are certainly not afraid of me. What are they doing wrong? They are helping me concentrate (totally false) on the task at hand. I would think you would be pleased that I’m receiving such encouragement, meaning you are more likely to succeed at your task.”“You don’t even know why you are here,” she glared.“I imagine you are here for the same reason I am; to serve our superiors,” I replied. “Do you think that I don’t want to sleep in an extra hour…,” I looked to my new buddies, “Okay, I used to want to sleep in that extra hour, but the point is the same.”“These are our hours. Why not make the most of it as opposed to letting the circumstances make us miserable?” I reasoned.“Constanza,” Naomi, the only shooting buddy to give me a name so far, “you are out of line. He is on our side now and he has the battle scars to prove it.”“Never,” Constanza growled out her challenge.“That is not your decision to make,” Naomi met that challenge. “He is down here. He is courageous, loyal and undaunted.”“Besides, if you hate him that much, getting a hunting license for him like the rest of us.”Fantastic (sarcasm), I was popular with Amazonia’s professional military.“Just remember, I get to hunt you ladies right back,” I grinned. They thought that was funny. “If I capture you, you are mine all-weekend long; yummy. Then, on Monday, it’s back to normality and me running for my life.”“Do you really think you can take any of us?” Naomi chuckled. The others laugh. Even Constanza was darkly amused.“Let me see…I was never a Boy Scout, I’m not ex-military, or even a backwoodsman,” I mused. “Still, I never thought I’d be shot with an arrow, or stabbed with a spear either, so I’m actually upbeat about my chances.”“Besides, I’m going to wear a black bear suit as camouflage.” Pause. “Damn it. I probably shouldn’t have told you that,” I grimaced. More chuckles.“I’ve watched um…Dual Survival…most of one episode…I’ve been so lost in the wilderness to the point I couldn’t see the road…I’ve made love to a Park Ranger…I’ve been so drunk that I hunted a grown moose with a ballpeen hammer…that’s about it for me.”“I am going to enjoy being the first one to catch you,” Naomi purred.“Be careful, Naomi,” I cautioned her. “I’m part lemur. It was the same experiment that made Constanza part Tasmanian Devil; those are some cranky-ass bitches.”“Are you really going to run fast?” another Amazon teased me.“Hell yeah,” I nodded as I stood. No extra magazines for me today. “I’m going to pick some compass point and run at it with everything I have.”“You are lying,” Naomi nudged me. They weren’t pissed; this was 'warfare’ thus deception was not only allowed, it was expected.“Without a hint of regret,” smiled at her. We were suddenly really close again. “I may run, I may hide, or I may double back. That is the prey’s advantage.” This was fine to the ladies around me. I was prey. I was fine with being prey. I was having fun being prey which made the promised encounter to be new and exciting.Amazons didn’t hunt turtles; they hunted dangerous things that hunted other things. Was I dangerous? Constanza was a living testimonial of that; the scar just above her left elbow. This didn’t imply respect and acceptance; no way, no how. It was impossible to believe I would ever replace one of…craptastic. Katrina was too damn smart; far smarter than me for sure.I wouldn’t have figured it out this soon except for something Oneida said; 'The Ash Men’. Who were they and why was calling someone that a good thing? A few more live-fires with a bit of instruction. With all the 'sisters’ willing to show me improved stance and firing techniques, Constanza felt the desire to be in another room.As I was finally departing for my real job, an Amazon with clear Amerindian blood, put a hand to my chest before I could exit out the hallway door.“How much of disaster is he?” she asked Naomi. I seriously thought about doing a takedown then I reasoned I really didn’t want to see Traska’s teary-eyed face looking down at my shattered form.“He’s passable for a beginner,” Naomi answered.“What are you talking about?” I protested. “I’m freaking awesome. I point the boom-stick at…whatever you call them…pull that trigger-thingy and the bullets go in a direction that doesn’t hurt me. Honestly, this crap is easy.” The copper chick grabbed my chin quick as a snake.“Your opinion was not solicited,” she menaced, “you ignorant toad-turd.” On second thought; I hit her. I’m pretty quick too. My fist connected with her diaphragm because she was not only not expecting me to lash out, she masked my movements by having her right limb holding my chin. She recoiled, I assumed my boxing stance and Naomi clubbed me down from behind.Let’s not forget who, what and where I was. I was dogpiled, yanked up then had Bitchy Amerindian chick pop me twice in the gut.“You are going to be caned for that,” she hissed.“Fuck you!” I shouted back. Fist to the head. That was going to leave a mark.“I look forward to hearing you scream,” she threatened.“Huh? What? You are still here? Something swished past me and I thought it was you leaving,” I joked.“Do you want to die?” Naomi hissed in my ear.“Let me go and we’ll all find out,” I replied.“Let him go,” Bitchy chick ordered. They let me go. That was not a good sign.“I’m Cáel Nyilas. I; ah…I’m from the Magyars,” I introduced myself.“I don’t care,” she glared.“Fine. Do you want to take this to the mats upstairs, or do you prefer we fight in a room full of firearms?” I asked.“This won’t take long,” she assumed a stance I’d never seen before. I didn’t know its official name, but it had 'pain’ written all over it.“A little room here?” I prodded the five Amazons standing behind me. My important unknown assailant waved them back to the walls. Constanza was livid, so I could already count this as a victory of sorts. My opponent swiveled on the ball of her left foot. It was a feint. I feinted too; I acted like I was going to fight. I ran away as she made her low, sweeping kick.I vaulted the table before she could catch me. Now she had a dilemma. If she came over the top, she’d be limiting her mobility and I was gambling hers was a very fluid style. If she moved around the table…as she did, it gave me time to grab my Glock and some ammo and keep running. I put a bullet in the chamber right as Constanza and her two feminazis drew there 9mms.I was staring down the sight of my .40 S&W Glock at copper chick. Oh, she wasn’t afraid in the least. She was pissed.“Right, or left?” I inquired.“Put the gun down, or you are dead!” Constanza commanded.“I’m confused,” I stated calmly. “Do I do what she says (copper chick); she is clearly someone important, or do I do what you say, Constanza?”“PUT IT DOWN!” Constanza screamed. Copper chick waved the guns down slowly.“Right, or left?” Copper chick inquired. (dead word spoken) St. Marie,“ she gave me her name.Mistress of the Golden Mare had to be something so not good."Right, or l

Steamy Stories
Life As A New Hire: part 13

Steamy Stories

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 29, 2022


Women making bad decisions. Cáel to the rescue? What?By FinalStand. Listen and subscribe to the podcast at Steamy Stories.-There is nothing wrong being a Lucky Bastard. It is wrong to rely on it-(Monday later)Buffy had finally dismissed me when Katrina summoned me to her office. Ignoring me getting into an altercation…in the Full-Blood gym…yet again, I had a good day. No property damage, lost items, or physically damaged employees. Ragged by most people’s standards, but a good day for me at Havenstone. I still had a chance to walk out under my own power.Katrina motioned me to come to her desk. Upon my arrival, she slid a tablet over to me with a single icon on the screen. I tapped it. Aya’s face appeared as the vid-mail began. She was glowing. There was tent fabric in the background so I had no idea of her geographic location. I didn’t care.“Hey!” she squeaked. “I’m doing great at camp. I met three girls who are as small as me and we’ve formed our own squad; the Fatal Squirts.” I chuckled.I had encouraged her to steal strength from her perceived weaknesses. She had to believe in herself then take that as she built up her skills. I had faith in her when no one else did.“I showed some of my councilors a picture of you. I think you would get into trouble if you came here. I want you to come, but I thought it was only fair to warn my favorite bed-buddy,” she giggled.“Send me a message when you can. I understand there will be a delay as the messages have to be physically delivered. I know you are doing okay. If not, hold off your vengeance until I can return and guard your back. I love you, Cáel. Be well,” she smiled as her picture faded into darkness.“Ah damn,” I whispered. Aya looked good; confident, upbeat and spirited. “Katrina, can I make a message for her right now?” I begged.“Of course,” she gave me an approving tilt of the head. “I think the courier is still in the building.”“Cool. What do I do?” I urged.“Use the webcam; make a message and forward it to my computer,” Katrina told me. “I’ll take it from there.” I made the message, pretty much updating her on my latest exploits with limited editing. Aya was a surprisingly innocent yet worldly 9 year old.Much of that came from being Katrina’s and Desiree’s niece; mainly Katrina’s. It gave her access to tidbits of sensitive data from time to time. Not so much she was a real security threat. Enough so that she got some things confused; like what sex was truly about. I felt in my soul she’d be a great Amazon one day. I didn’t remind her of that much. She had enough pressure for a kid her age.“You are seeing Oneida now?” a frosty voice unnerved me. It was Buffy.“Fuck,” I jumped up. “Damn Buffy, stop sneaking up on me like that, or I’m going to start thinking you are a stalker.”“I am stalking you, Einstein,” Buffy menaced.“I’m glad we got that out of the way,” I rolled my eyes. “Oh look! It’s Daphne coming to my rescue. I am so out of here,” I exulted. I edged passed Buffy, slipped her attempt to grab my arm and raced for the ‘new hires’ at the elevator.“Get back here, you Cock-sucker!” Buffy howled as she chased me down.May miracles never cease. Daphne, Violet and Tigger formed an Amazon (I wasn’t sure if I could consider them 'human’ yet) shield between my frail form and the hulking brute that was Buffy.“Calm down, Buffy,” Daphne pleaded. “He fought Elsa today; again.”“Get out of my way,” Buffy snarled.“Thank God you stopped her,” I huffed to Dora. “I hope to she never finds out that I soaped up Elsa’s entire body while we were sharing a shower together.” Daphne turned and gave me an incredulous look.“Cáel, you are a Dumb-ass,” Daphne sighed. Looking to Buffy as she stood aside. “Have at.”“Are you mental?” Fabiola chimed in. The elevator doors finally opened, Buffy shoved me in and the rest of the posse followed. Helena joined us at the last second.“He’s taunting me,” Buffy responded to Fabiola while using her middle finger to poke my chest. “At this rate I am going to have to devastate a dozen male escorts so I can make it the remaining the 69 more days until he’s mine again.”“Is he really that good?” Paula wondered. Buffy twisted around to confront her.“He hammered me so hard, I thought he’d dislocate my hips. Later, we spent an entire hour, naked, wrapped up in each other’s bodies with no actual penetration; touching, tasting and whispered affections,” Buffy curled her lip. “He’s better than you could possibly imagine.”“You realize we have 27 seconds left, right?” I reminded Buffy.“Really?” Buffy’s head snapped back to me. I nodded and she jumped my bones. She had her hand down my pants, pulling on my rod, and the other grabbing the back of my head to deepen our kiss.For my part, I had my left hand on her breast and the right down the back of her pants, fondling a panty-covered ass cheek. In a culture where you summoned a male, ordered him to perform and he did so the same exact way he’d done a dozen times before, what Buffy and I were doing didn’t make sense.The two of us didn’t give up an ounce of control yet meshed perfectly. Our pleasure was obvious, vocal and we didn’t give a damn about the crowd around us. Buffy and I had created our own little lust-bubble. The chimer went off. We settled down and straightened up our clothes.“Fuck it all; that’s some good dicking,” Buffy mumbled. That was an inside joke between me, Timothy, my big, gay, buff tattoo-artist roommate, and the few women he chose to share that descriptive with; 'a good dicking’. We tumbled out of the elevator.“Is he always like that?” Fabiola mumbled.“He’s a whole lot better with his clothes off,” Buffy sneered at Fabiola. Sometimes I’m a super-selfish bastard; I want life to cut me some slack. Waiting for us was Oneida…in biker clothing. That would have merely been bad, dangerous and creepy except I was dressed in work clothes.I was planning to meet some of the guys (all two of them) for some after-work drinks. The encounter went from not-good to horribly awkward. Oneida had checked up on me, been told how I got to and from work as well as when I left. Unfortunately, she hadn’t checked my social calendar; mainly because I didn’t keep one; sophomore year mistake.If a girl is in your apartment, she will find the thing you don’t want her to find…every single time. I burned my diary and unfriended everybody after that final, hospital-resulting episode.“Hi,” I greeted Oneida. She’d figured out she’d screwed up something fierce. “What bike do you use? I have a Specialized STSE hybrid. Maybe we can use some paths one weekend.”I was trying to diffuse her embarrassment. We were two bikers talking about bikes. Nothing wrong with that.“I have a Specialized Source…” she got out then realized how BAD that sounded. She had the exact same bike as me…how bizarre? Unless you had somebody come down and take a look at what I bicycle I used.Time to save the day.“Do you want to make a date for 6:30 am on Saturday?” I suggested. “Provided this wacky place hasn’t offed, or misplaced me by then.”“Ah; that would be nice,” Oneida rebounded happily. “The date, that is.”“Whoa Oneida, what are you doing with this guy?” Brian derided me as he walked up. I wanted to say, 'Brian, you’ve insulted a princess of the Amazon people. Please continue making an ass of yourself and give Trent and Khalid my regards’. I didn’t.“This is Cáel Nyilas. He’s a real player,” Brian smirked. “You can do better than him.”Oh yeah, Oneida and Brian were co-workers; 'new hires’ in Acquisitions.“Brian, it took you three days to even use my name,” Oneida gave Brian a neutral stare. “I love Cáel. He saved my life and he sees the real me.” For the love of all that’s holy, someone shoot me in the head right now. I could hear the nearly subsonic growls emanating from Buffy.Brian looked at me, laughed and went to put an arm around Oneida’s shoulder. After all, if I could pick her up, it should be effortless for him to take her away, right? Dumb-shit. Laughing at me was okay. Laughing at…then I noticed the two chicks in black leather standing about doing their best (until a second ago) to go unnoticed.Cáel had gotten away with such familiarity because Cáel had risked his life to save their Princess. Brian Fung? He barely knew her name and they worked together. These weren’t even SD chicks; they were something else. My guess was Arinniti House Guard. Did Katrina’s House Epona have a house guard?Sure, I imagine they did. They were probably with the rest of House Epona where ever they lived. It wasn’t like the whole kit and caboodle was here in NYC. That would have been foolish. If Caitlyn, Aya’s mom, had a security issue, she called us at Havenstone HQ, less than four kilometers away. Without a doubt, Elsa would stop by and kick ass for her.I gave Brian this much; he had a working set of eyes. The second those two harbingers of death began closing in, Brian back-pedaled.“Hey Brian, let’s go grab some drinks,” I offered him a graceful exit.“Sounds good,” Brian tried to sound cool.“Oneida, take care,” I nodded to my new romantic stalker. “Ladies,” to my 'new hire’ crew. “Buffy,” to my sometimes boss, “remember you are still hot for a…mature chick.”“You are going die a long, torturous and extremely painful death,” Buffy sizzled.“What? Are you going to make me eat your cooking?” I laughed.Buffy didn’t articulate a counter before Brian and I slipped outside.“Cáel, who was that woman?” Brian whispered.“Which one? You need to be more specific. My erotic malfeasances are terribly confusing.”“The one you insulted,” Brian said. “The last one you insulted,” he clarified.“Buffy. She’s one of my bosses,” I grinned. “She loves me. She’s even promised to play the bagpipes at my funeral. Personally I think that’s because she doesn’t want to risk anyone hearing me pounding on the coffin lid, trying to get out.”“You are not going to make it the full 84 days with that attitude,” Brian lectured me.“Trent has already been promoted,” Brian continued. “I am regularly referred to as indispensable in my work reviews. Felix works closely with Ms. Pharos at all times. You seem to be the only one of us having…issues with Havenstone. Hell, they even shot you and you sat back and took it. I doubt your complacent attitude impressed anyone much.”No mention of poor Khalid. How quickly they forget. Trent had been 'promoted’ to Southeast Asia alright. I looked it up; there are around 10,000 islands between Indonesia and the Philippines. Sure some were small spits of land with a few trees. I had little doubt one of the good-sized one was a jungle of a different sort.Certainly Executive Services sent Trent’s belongings somewhere. I’d never tried to find out. What would I have done with the knowledge? Brooke didn’t care and I didn’t know his family. Brian and I went to the same yuppie bar as last time. I was with Brian this time, so I abandoned him as quick as I could.Why? At the far end of the bar, talking the bar-back was my Delivery Girl; aka the person who did the home liquor delivery to Libra’s place. Half way down the bar, she sensed me looking at her. The bar-back followed her gaze. He wasn’t happy with me. DG simply didn’t recognize me so I held up my valise over my groin.Confusion; surprise; acknowledgment that despite our surroundings, I wasn’t worried about being seen with her. She had her hand truck; she had to make a front door delivery this time.“Remember me?” I smiled.“Cáel Nyilas; the Pillow Guy,” she snickered. “How did that work out for you?”The bar-back was broadcasting his displeasure at some upper class shmuck cutting in on his action. DG caught that.“Jason, this is Cáel,” she introduced me. “We last met under unusual circumstances.”“What kind of name is Cáel?” Jason remarked.“An unfortunate one,” I snorted. “You try explaining to your kindergarten teacher that it is 'c-a-e-l’. Of course, I wasn’t 'Bomophoto’ either. She had it worse than I did.”Jason searched me out to see if I was pulling one over on him. I wasn’t. Bomo and I bonded over our linguistic misfortune. She moved to Santa Fe in the third grade. I wonder if she grew up to be hot looking. Oink.“I’ll give you that,” he chuckled. “Why did you get branded?”“Mom was Irish, my Dad was in love with her so I got the cultural emersion, minus the Guinness,” I shrugged. “By the way…” I looked back to the lady.“Katy Lee Baker,” she batted her eyelashes. We shook hands.“How did it go?” I picked up her question. “Sex, chopped fruit, your drinks, more sex and back to the clinic before eleven.”“Have you talked to them since?” Katy inquired somewhat seductively.“Perhaps. I don’t like to kiss and tell,” I evaded.“I’m curious because two of the three arrived five minutes before you did and they appear somewhat unhappy with you right now,” she smirked. “You can look over your shoulder if you don’t believe me.” Sure enough, there was Felix, Brian, Brooke, Libra and…I think her name was Gene. I waved then turned back to my current two conversationalists.“So Jason, what do you like to do?” I asked the guy.“Huh; what? I work,” he replied.“I mean bike, try ethnic food, go to the gym; stuff like that,” I teased him.“I work six days a week…but usually one or two are afternoon shifts. Me and some buddies play some pick-up basketball,” Jason told me.“Great. You’d pick a sport I suck at,” I set the bait. If Jason thought I sucked, he’d invite me to play. That’s how it worked. I was pretty good at basketball considering I’d spent the last four years playing with girls; on the court. Girls play some mean ball. They also didn’t shy away from putting an elbow into my nuts if they felt like it.“I’m not sure I live in a neighborhood you’d be comfortable visiting,” Jason threw up a roadblock. I had him on this one. I showed him my ID. It had the right address; wrong apartment number. “Shit dude, that place is about as rough as my home turf.”“I get paid a quarter million a year to taste test for hexafluoride in Chinese imports,” I joked.“Really?” Katy chuckled.“It’s a growth industry; if you consider tumors to be growth,” I was faux-serious.“Mr.; Cáel,” Jason looked over my shoulder. “I think one of those chicks is about to come over here and kill you. You best hop to it.”“Which one? The brunette, or the russet-colored (Libra)?” I inquired.“The brunette wants attention and the russet wants to push a red hot poker up your ass,” Jason gave me his experienced opinion. Heading over there was going to be 'fun’.“Give me a call some time, Jason. Nice to see you again, Katy Lee,” I waved good-bye.“You know the staff here?” Libra spat.“That was the girl who delivered the liquor to your place, Libra,” I sighed. “I said 'hi’.”“It takes you an awful lot of words to say 'hello’,” Brian gave a false smile. Libra was positioned next to Brian. Her anger with me plus his 'sexy’ put her there.Brooke shifted as I joined their chair-less center table. She was putting enough distance between us to show everyone she was independent yet close enough to give warning signs to other woman that I was in her sights, if not her outright possession. I was better looking than Brooke had counted on. More 'fun’ was coming down the pipeline.Gene was here on another date with Felix, or so she thought. Poor Gene. Felix was most likely an excellent fuck. What she didn’t appreciate was that Felix was not only a competitor, he was the kind of athlete who had to win. Second place was what you called the first loser. Gene was about to be educated in this personal idiocentricity.Now that I was on stage, Felix made his move on Brooke. Gene? He’d let her in on a three-way if he was feeling personally Hernán Cortés-like. Felix had to have Brooke. I hadn’t dumped Brooke, according to Gene, so he wasn’t getting my castoffs; he was stealing my prize. The flaw in this plan was my whole viewpoint on monogamy. I didn’t much care for it. Brooke was a grown woman and could make her own choices.Felix made his move. Damn, he was smooth. He had Brooke wrapped up and pulled tight without Gene even being aware she’d been dumped. Enter the train wreck named Nicole. She was the criminal defense attorney who I’d fucked in a stall in the women’s bathroom of this place. She hadn’t tried to contact me and I hadn’t worried about her. Hook-ups were like that.She’d been close by, respecting Brooke’s signs and not stopping by to say hello. Then Felix launched his master plan and I was suddenly freed up. Nicole had gotten a rough fucking and liked it, I could tell.“Cáel Nyilas,” Nicole swooped in. “How have you been?”“The normal. Menace to society, disrespectful of authority and being annoying to random strangers,” I teased. “You?”“I’m a lawyer fighting the irresistible lure of evil. The usual,” she joked back. “What have you been doing wrong? As I recall, last time you were doing everything right?”Yes, a good dicking indeed. I was going to relate this encounter to Timothy just so he could shoot me with his Nerf gun. He’d shoot me anyway, but it was nice of me to give him an excuse from time to time.“I’ve been sending sexually suggestive letters to ADA Feinstein,” I offered. “Does that count?”“Oh really?” she seemed surprised. “Why don’t you come by my table real quick and let me introduce you to some of my colleagues.” I wasn’t going to be rude.“Gang, this is Nicole,” I introduced her to my table. “She’s an attorney at a prestigious law firm that probably has more dead partners than living ones and offices in Papua New Guinea and a few dozen other places you’ve never heard of. I’ll be right back.”“You are a nut,” Nicole bumped me as we weaved our way to her buddies. “Ladies, this is Cáel Nyilas. I think I mentioned him once.” By the looks on their faces, once had been enough. “This is Zelda, Marsha, Phyllis, and Rivka; Rivka Feinstein, ADA for New York County,” (that’s Manhattan for us hicks).“Ah crap,” I exclaimed. That wasn’t what they expected.“I confess,” I looked at Nicole, “I saw the name in an article on the back of the Village Voice. Sadly, they had R. Feinstein and I stupidly assumed it was a guy.”“Oh my God! You’re gay?” Zelda and Phyllis despaired.“While my life would a whole lot easier if I was, I’m straight; not even bi-curious. My roommate, Timothy; never Tim; is and he was reading it while I was working out. It sort of stuck in my mind,” I admitted.“How did my name come up in conversation?” Rivka inquired.“Cáel is a pathological liar,” Nicole teased me.“Not true,” I protested. “I’m allergic to excessive honesty. That’s totally different.”“I’d like to put you on the witness stand,” Zelda gave me those bedroom eyes.“You and about a 150 other women,” I groaned.“150?” Rivka choked.“Yep. The rest already know I’m guilty,” I muttered.“Are you of weak moral fiber?” Phyllis joined the game. We were all having a blast.“Sorry, but no. I’m saving up for some. Currently I’m without morals…or scruples. Any suggestion which one I should purchase first?”“You are a great guy,” Rivka snickered. “Why aren’t you dating somebody?”“Shall we revisit my lack of morals and scruples?” I answered.“So you are a player?” Nicole nudged me. She wanted to play alright.“How to put this…I’m a wonderful lover and a lousy boyfriend,” I told them.“I was an eighteen year old virgin. In the past four years, I have betrayed every woman I’ve ever dated, save one; my first love,” I explained.“Why didn’t you betray her?” Phyllis prodded. “Don’t tell me she’s dead.”“No, she’s fine,” I replied. “She was the one who told me to date other women.”“That’s harsh,” Zelda commiserated. She thought Kimberly had dumped me.“Oh no,” I corrected her. “We stayed together until I graduated last month. Four of the best years of my life. When she told me to date other women it was because I was killing her. I have a voracious sexual appetite and she was desperate for a full night’s sleep.”“Do you ever go home alone?” Marsha joined in.“Does leaving a woman’s house at 1 a.m. count?” I requested.“Did she throw you out?” Rivka interrogated.“No. She and her sister were exhausted so I picked up my roommate and left,” I exaggerated.“Wait!” Nicole held up her hand. “Sisters…and you told us your roommate was gay?”“Morals and scruples,” I repeated. “See, I was dating one sister and the other sister wanted a date so I talked my gay roommate into being my wingman so I wouldn’t end up sleeping with them both. It didn’t work out so well. The second, older sister was horny, so my guy pretended to pass out.”“Have you ever considered you are a horrible person?” Marsha studied me.“Yes. Not only have I thought about, I’ve been told that a few dozen times. It usually is accompanied by 'I’m going to kill you’, or 'you had better make it up to me’.”“Have you ever been hurt?” Phyllis appeared concerned.“My body is a roadmap of poor decision making,” I responded.“What was the worst thing to ever happen to you?” Rivka grinned. Her ability to be deceptively pretty had to have made her a frightening lawyer.“When they were happening, I was a bit more concerned with what might happen to me as opposed to rating them,” I informed her.“Except for being shot with an arrow, being chased around naked with a hot poker and having my bed dowsed with lighter fluid while I was still in it were probably the worst,” I nodded. “I’ve been stabbed a few times, tasered, occasionally thrown out of a window not on the first floor and had bookcase dropped on me once, so I consider myself a connoisseur of ex-girlfriend vengeance.”“Have you ever been involved with a police proceeding?” Rivka became a tad bit more intense.“Nah,” shook my head. “I had it coming. As you said, I’m kind of a horrible guy.”“Domestic violence is no joking matter,” Nicole also became serious.“That’s unfair,” I countered. “I’m not so slavishly devoted to the law that I’d ruin some girl’s life because I was a total bastard.”“Domestic Violence laws are supposed to protect the innocent from the abusive,” I added. “I haven’t lied to you about my misadventures, but you should understand I chose to handle most of my problems myself. By the looks on your faces, you are about as disappointed in me as the policewoman I am currently seeing. This is who I am and I’m not going to apologize for it.”“Mind you, I’m not some gun-toting, roughneck Libertarian,” I clarified. “I believe in law, order and the justice system. If someone pulls out an AK-47 on me at a corner bodega, I’m making 9-1-1 my bitch on speed-dial. I don’t want to be a hero, or fulfill my organ donor card. I just don’t equate that to a girl kneeing me in the nuts because I slept with her best friend in her lingerie.”There was a pause as the ladies looked around. They were making an assessment of how much trouble I’d cause versus how much fun I would be. They all smiled at me. They always do.“Who was wearing the lingerie?” Zelda smirked.“I’ve worn women’s lingerie before, but it really wasn’t my thing,” I mused.“I’ll go through a lot for good sex,” I winked. “It was my girlfriend’s lingerie on her best friend.”“Wait,” Rivka noted. “Didn’t the best friend know you were dating the first girl?”“Yeah. I’m not sure why that never stops them,” I shrugged. “Around the fifth time I stopped worrying about it.”“Wow, do you have any idea how many women you’ve been with?” Rivka asked.“Do you always use protection?” Phyllis piled on.“Yes; 223 as of Friday. I’m hoping to break 300 before work replaces me with those guys from 'Hamster Dance’,” I told them. “And yes, I always use protection.”“I may not know where my partner has been, but I know where I’ve been and it scares me,” I snickered. “That’s why I always carry ten.”“Ten?” Nicole snorted. “Do you regularly check the expiration date, or are you that ambitious?”“Ambitious? I’d carry more except it’s hard to hide more than ten in a wallet; I’ve tried,” I sighed.“Have you ever run out?” Marsha snickered. Our snickering, chuckling and laughter were drawing stares.“Run out? Hell, I’ve gone door to door in a women’s dormitory at 2 a.m. trying to find some,” I related. “Ran into an old girlfriend doing that.” I slipped into a dreamy smile.“Why do I think that despite it being 2 a.m. in her dorm with you seeking a condom for use with a different woman, she wasn’t pissed?” Rivka giggled.“Oh God no,” I waved off. “She was freaking furious. That was some of the most intense 'I’m lonely and it’s all your fault’ sex I have ever been through.”“You have names for different kinds of sex?” Nicole was almost crying from laughing so hard.“Oh yeah. The first time I run across a different sexual experience, I slap a name on it so when it happens again, I know what to do,” I explained.“Isn’t every woman unique?” Zelda sniffled.“That sounds nice in a love song, but 'no’,” I smiled. “Women, and men, have a finite number things; needs and responses. Women can have different erogenous zones, but there all on the human body. Admittedly, it can be a bit like predicting the weather at times. It is not a perfect system by any means.”“What’s my 'thing’ then?” Nicole taunted. She didn’t think I could do it.“Sex has to be an accomplishment with you, Nicole,” I informed her. “You need to be engaged mentally as much as anything else. You need a poet who runs marathons. Otherwise you end up staring at the ceiling after sex wondering what better use you could have made of your time.”Silence. That was the norm for that kind of revelation. Women hated to be laid bare. They hated being misunderstood even more.“Nicole?” Rivka prodded her friend. Nicole remained silent. I knew that look.“Nicole, I’m bad news. Wouldn’t you prefer to keeps thing simple?” I hoped.I was wrong to hope. I kept praying they would go 'hey, great, mindless sex; let’s not blow it’, but they never did. I hated giving lame erotic encounters, despite the guarantee of anguish that always followed.“We could go out on a date and see how that works?” Nicole offered. Doom.“Cáel Nyilas; I’m in the book and I work for Havenstone Commercial Investments,” I stupidly replied. “You probably have a killer workload were as I spot-check children’s toys for WMDs. Give me a call when you have a night free.” How was it going to turn out? Sex, sex, sex, sex, sex; let’s make a commitment; you cheating fuck-nut! I hate you.Girls weren’t predictable; I was.“Cáel, we are going out to dinner, if you remember who you are supposed to be with,” Libra seethed as she and the others passed Nicole’s table.“Yup, gotta go where I’m not wanted. Nice seeing you again, Nicole,” I grinned. “Ladies, I hope it was a pleasure. It was for me. Good night.”Dinner; was; bad. Felix, hemorrhoid that he was, squashed Gene’s feeble attempts to draw him back to her as he made crystal clear that he was taking Brooke home; to fuck her into Paradise…instead of letting her go home with me. Problem being; Brooke wasn’t mine to take; never had been.For the first time in his life, I thought Brian was about to be screwed. Libra was past uber-bitchy by the fifth glass of wine. Brian held a pair of Jokers and thought he was the boss, like always. Libra had four Queens and would be screaming my name when she orgasmed; Brian was sexually proficient. He was also a misogynist, I was now sure, and Libra was going to make him squeal.Then she was going to grab up her clothes, storm out of Brian’s place and never want to talk with him again. It wasn’t that I was that unforgettable. I was that I knew what she wanted and had given it to her and not getting it Saturday afternoon while Brooke did was frosting her ass. What did that mean for me?For the first time in a long, long time, I was pissed with another guy. Trent really wasn’t worth my time, but Felix was about to cross my here-until-now unforeseen line of what guys did to girls. It was dawning on me that this was the result of me. Someone was doing something wrong to a girl because of me. It wasn’t my fault. Felix was being a jerk.That would be of cold comfort for Brooke. We split up after dinner. I didn’t have the heart to pick up Gene, who was easy prey right then. It was too much like what Felix thought he was doing to me. I took a cab to Havenstone, changed clothing and biked home. I barely had dinner ready for Timothy when he came through the door.“That’s not a look I’m used to seeing,” he remarked.“I should have beaten someone up,” I frowned, “but I didn’t and now some girl; Brooke; is going to have her heart kicked because of it.”“Was it something you did?” Timothy asked.“No. There is this guy at work who is using her to alpha-dog me,” I muttered.“Brooke?” Timothy was confused. “You hardly like her. What a sleaze (Felix). If it was Odette, first I’d slap you around for still being here. Then we’d go get him.”“I’m not even sure why I feel bad about this,” I grunted. “As you said, I hardly like her.”“It is called a conscience, Dimwit,” Timothy snorted. That didn’t help much. Conscience? Man, I’d stop my bike to run across a highway to move a tortoise off the road. I used to feed some of the Bolingbrook wild hares during the winter. I did humiliating crap for charity. I was never mean to a girl; only dishonest and unfaithful.Introspection got me nowhere. I was a cad. I’d been happy to be a cad for four years. I was going to be damned if my post-college life was going to be any different; all 68 remaining days of it. In my bedroom I discovered Odette had moved in during my absence. I doubted Timothy had been ignorant of all the stuff she deposited. What was going on with my life?I woke up when I heard keys in the door. It was a bit past eleven. I got up to check and sure enough, it was Odette. Timothy had given her a key. Odette had lived through a harrowing night, her boss was a dick and some of the customers were pure hell. I cuddled with her on the sofa while she unwound then we went to bed together. We didn’t have sex…(Tuesday)Around 1 a.m. I miraculously found myself awake and alert in bed. Odette was happily dreaming away. Something was gnawing at the back of my mind. I put a name to the emotion and a face to the fear. I called Brooke.“Hey Brooke,” I greeted her eight tries later. She was tired of sending me to voice mail.“What do you want?” she answered in a voice devoid of soul.“Fuck if I know,” I replied. “I suddenly woke up from a sound sleep thinking of you.”“I’m not interested,” she sighed.“I’m going to go out on a limb here. You don’t want to talk to anyone yet you want someone to help you understand what you are going through,” I gambled.That created a tiny tear in her shroud of depression. After five minutes, I got her to give me her address. She told me she wouldn’t answer the door. I told her I at least had to try. That got me to her place, 90 seconds of knocking got me inside and four minutes later, we were lying in bed with her sobbing on my chest.Half an hour later, she offered me sex. I told her to stop tempting me and if she only wanted me for sex, I wanted to be paid in chocolate. She giggled, took a few deep breaths and fell to sleep. Wow, I was in two different women’s beds in one night and not having sex in either. My watch alarm went off at 4:50 a.m. That meant no 'Marilyn’ call tonight.“Mmmm…” Brooke moved toward wakefulness. “Work?”“Afraid so,” I yawned.“We haven’t had sex,” he reminded me. I couldn’t stop being me.“That’s not why I came over here, Brooke,” I rolled onto my side so that our bodies were very close.“Never think I don’t want to have sex with you, but that’s not why I showed up last night,” I continued.“Why did you show up then?” she worried.“I have no clue. I’m like Felix; a player. Listen Brooke, I don’t consider you my woman,” I stated.“We had sex; we are lovers, but we’ve been thrown together by dire misfortune, not out of any common thread,” I reminded her. “I don’t expect you to have any sense of loyalty to me.” That phrase freed her up philosophically. That meant she could fuck me and not feel obliged to consider and discard any future for us because there was no realistic future that socially glued us into any acceptable form.“So I needed a shoulder to cry on and you showed up,” she mused.“Brooke, you are independent and strong-willed. The next guy you chose will be your choice,” I led her along. “Felix though; Felix is a serious player and he felt the need to add you to his list of conquests. I saw it happening and did nothing. Now I feel like crap for sitting back and ignoring the consequences.”“You knew Felix would turn me into a hash mark?” Brooke seemed depressed, not angry.“I knew he was trying to get at me,” I confessed. “He didn’t accept that you and I aren’t an item. A blonde co-worker; a high ranking supervisor actually; treated him like a bug in the communal showers yesterday while keeping close contact with me. Felix had to win. He had to show me he is the top dog.”“And I was the prize?” Brooke moped.“Not to me,” I whispered. Brooke looked hurt. “You are a woman. While you would look delectable in a big red ribbon, that’s not who you are. I don’t keep hash marks. I have a thing called a heart cord and it is solely for my use. Each binding represents a liaison; like a Quipus; an Incan memory knot.”Brooke really didn’t care. It sounded neat, it was romantic and the act was not demeaning to her. I could savor the memory of our encounter as long as I didn’t share it with my buddies. She wasn’t one of 'those’ girls.“You are very intelligent,” she murmured seductively.She didn’t care if I was the reincarnation of Benjamin Franklin, or some schmo in Afghanistan who made his living digging up (hopefully) spent ordinance of battlefields. Smoking hot, sexy, well-educated debutantes like Brooke could fuck finely-sculpted, 'smart’ guys like me. She could delude herself that I was rapidly upwardly mobile. My turn.“Brooke, I don’t want to get mixed up about us,” I evaded. 'Us’? There was no 'us’ and we both knew it. “If I caved in right now, I’m not sure I could forgive myself.” Yes I could.“I just want to feel like someone gives a damn about me,” Brooke whimpered. Good acting. We wrestled around; me trying to leave, but clearly not wanting to, while she physically enticed me.We ended up, me on top, pinning her wrists to either side of her head. Her legs were trapped between mine.“Make it up to me…please,” she pouted. She humped her pelvic bone playfully against my cock. “I know you want to help me out.” Good word usage on her part.“Brooke, this isn’t going to happen,” I gritted my teeth in frustration. Yes, it was going to happen. Her right leg began exerting steady pressure against my 'weak’ left leg. It slowly 'surrendered’ to her advance. Now she had on leg on the outside. My right leg held out a little longer yet Brooke was persistent.Now she could ground her finely groomed landing strip against my pulsating rod. I really, really wanted to fuck her now. I took my hands off her wrists, turned them into fists and placed the beneath each of her underarms.“Damn you,” I cursed her. Brooke was gyrating her crotch all over mine.With her hands released, Brooke could leverage her body up and trap my cockhead between her labia. They were thoroughly soaked with her honey so after my 'capture’ she drew more and more of my length in until I was completely incased. Brooke had won! She knew she’d won. Fuck Felix and his hash marks. I didn’t care so why should she?I made on last energetic yet futile effort to get away. Oddly, Brooke somehow end on top at the end of my exertion. I must be an awful wrestler…“No you don’t,” Brooke purred only millimeters from my lips. “You are not getting away.” That was Brooke tossing good ole Felix under the emotional bus.Felix the Player? She’d chalk it up to too much to drink and the hype being more than the man. How was this possible? Look at her. She’d thrown a known sexual dynamo down on her bed and was working his shaft over every G-spot in her vagina. Brooke still preferred a long, rough fucking to get her off. At the moment, she need reassurance more.Felix most assuredly made Brooke ride him. He kept her perpendicular to his hips and came up to suckle her teats when he wanted to, or watch them bounce as he lay back. He was great at sex, no doubt. The girl had to scream and howl; forgetting every other male she was ever with and making every other guy she’d be with later an automatic failure. To him, that was how he rated success.This resulted in me keeping Brooke close so I could make quick kisses to her very close lips. She’d playfully pull away; to put me in my place and remind me she was in charge; then she’d initiate the kiss. Our love-making was more rhythmic; less frantic. She was getting close.“Next…next time you fuck Felix,” I gasped. “Tell him…”“What makes; makes you think I’d; every sleep with him; again?” Brooke got feisty.“I bet he was good in bed and now that you have his measure,” I assured her. “You can take what pleasure you want and leave.” Brooke liked that. It was the whole independent woman thing.“Won’t you be jealous?” she panted.“I cannot constantly keep up with your sexual desires, Brooke,” I grunted. “I’ve been neglecting Libra.” Oh yeah, Libra. The girl she, Brooke, initially set me up with. Her Vassar classmate.“What about Felix,” she huffed and huffed. She was real close.“Off-handedly comment that he’s developing male pattern baldness,” I grinned. “Just to fuck with his head.” Felix was gorgeous. Better yet, Felix knew he was gorgeous. Hit him where it hurts. Brooke tried to giggle, but the surge of triumph overcame her and off she went. The problem was I was getting close and I didn’t have a condom on.“Brooke,” I inhaled deeply. She’d come to rest on my chest. “I’m about to…”“Oh,” she sighed happily. She reversed to the side as she slithered down my body. My cock went down her throat and I started petting her flank. Brooke wasn’t the very best, but, man o man, she was going to town on my dick.There was no doubt in my mind that her vaginal secretions didn’t bother her. I had to rush the experience because if I was late to work, Constanza make me stand beside the targets while she shot at them. If she was really pissed, she’d have me hold up targets in front me instead. I shot off, Brooke caught it all in her mouth then spit it into two tissues before tossing them in the trash.I caught her look. Trent and now Felix made her swallow. I didn’t care; which was yet another choice Brooke was free to make when making love to me. I jumped her. We had a little, tickle-nibble fight that ended in some kisses. I had to leave and Brooke made sure she was poised extra-sexy the last time I turned around to say goodnight and cut off the lights.“Ah damn,” I moaned before I left. I didn’t really like Brooke yet, by choosing to engage her in sex, I had accepted the task of making her happy. That was the reason Felix and I were going to fight. He’d use another human being to strike at me instead striking at me directly. To me, this was more than low character, it was an insult to my lifestyle.Felix should have checked his baggage at the door. Competing for the same lady was fine; even fun. Picking one to punish another…not cool. I had to think about my response as I barely made it in for my Constanza time. Wisely, I left my baggage at the door. These were firearms we were dealing with; a danger to me and the people around me.I was in my biking outfit today. More looks. The decision was that I’d go for my Glock-22, a 38 Ruger LCR back-up, a South Korean-made shotgun that looked like an M-16 and a very unhealthy looking device called a Heckler & Koch UMP 40 (which I had never even heard of). Wait…it got worse. I was scheduled for knife fighting training at 3 p.m.; every day for the foreseeable future.Constanza didn’t want to help me breath, much less train. That was okay. I left my shirt in the weapons’ room so the second I hit the shooting booth Magical Amazon Fey appeared to impart their wisdom, and body shapes to me. Oh God! I dropped a clip between my feet. The two ladies nearly head-butted in a race to get.The loser frowned. The winner was able to determine my ankles were strong, my calves were implant free; guys do that occasionally, and my thigh was definitely recovering. Without a doubt, my rod was happy to feel her hand. I retrieved my magazine from her unresisting hand. Then I did some shooting. With three clips I proved to be faster yet less accurate, more accurate yet slower and lastly a balance between the two.I wasn’t better than yesterday. It was yesterday. I did marginally worse with the .38 Ruger, better with the shotgun and I had a blast with the H&K. Was I accurate? NO…but this killing machine was loads of fun to fire off a clip at full-auto. According to 'my’ Amazons I looked so adorable pouting when I was told I’d fired off the last magazine. I repeat; loads of fun.Amazons are a dedicated martial culture, I was definitely a delicious male bouncing up and down gleefully while begging 'Fuck Me! Fuck Me!’ Not actually. I was enthusiastically asking for another clip, but I could tell how my words were being echoed inside their brains.“Behave yourself, Male!” Constanza snapped angrily. I fell on my knees, hands presented in supplication.“Please, please, please, please,” I begged.“Oh, give him another magazine,” two of my shooting companions requested.“I can’t believe we are in the same unit,” Constanza sneered, “rubbing against him like over-drunk un-casted.” Hmmm, that probably meant teenagers; before they chose a profession.“Constanza, they are all aggressive, dominant members of the Host,” I rose (verbally) to their defense. “They are not afraid of their sexuality and they are certainly not afraid of me. What are they doing wrong? They are helping me concentrate (totally false) on the task at hand. I would think you would be pleased that I’m receiving such encouragement, meaning you are more likely to succeed at your task.”“You don’t even know why you are here,” she glared.“I imagine you are here for the same reason I am; to serve our superiors,” I replied. “Do you think that I don’t want to sleep in an extra hour…,” I looked to my new buddies, “Okay, I used to want to sleep in that extra hour, but the point is the same.”“These are our hours. Why not make the most of it as opposed to letting the circumstances make us miserable?” I reasoned.“Constanza,” Naomi, the only shooting buddy to give me a name so far, “you are out of line. He is on our side now and he has the battle scars to prove it.”“Never,” Constanza growled out her challenge.“That is not your decision to make,” Naomi met that challenge. “He is down here. He is courageous, loyal and undaunted.”“Besides, if you hate him that much, getting a hunting license for him like the rest of us.”Fantastic (sarcasm), I was popular with Amazonia’s professional military.“Just remember, I get to hunt you ladies right back,” I grinned. They thought that was funny. “If I capture you, you are mine all-weekend long; yummy. Then, on Monday, it’s back to normality and me running for my life.”“Do you really think you can take any of us?” Naomi chuckled. The others laugh. Even Constanza was darkly amused.“Let me see…I was never a Boy Scout, I’m not ex-military, or even a backwoodsman,” I mused. “Still, I never thought I’d be shot with an arrow, or stabbed with a spear either, so I’m actually upbeat about my chances.”“Besides, I’m going to wear a black bear suit as camouflage.” Pause. “Damn it. I probably shouldn’t have told you that,” I grimaced. More chuckles.“I’ve watched um…Dual Survival…most of one episode…I’ve been so lost in the wilderness to the point I couldn’t see the road…I’ve made love to a Park Ranger…I’ve been so drunk that I hunted a grown moose with a ballpeen hammer…that’s about it for me.”“I am going to enjoy being the first one to catch you,” Naomi purred.“Be careful, Naomi,” I cautioned her. “I’m part lemur. It was the same experiment that made Constanza part Tasmanian Devil; those are some cranky-ass bitches.”“Are you really going to run fast?” another Amazon teased me.“Hell yeah,” I nodded as I stood. No extra magazines for me today. “I’m going to pick some compass point and run at it with everything I have.”“You are lying,” Naomi nudged me. They weren’t pissed; this was 'warfare’ thus deception was not only allowed, it was expected.“Without a hint of regret,” smiled at her. We were suddenly really close again. “I may run, I may hide, or I may double back. That is the prey’s advantage.” This was fine to the ladies around me. I was prey. I was fine with being prey. I was having fun being prey which made the promised encounter to be new and exciting.Amazons didn’t hunt turtles; they hunted dangerous things that hunted other things. Was I dangerous? Constanza was a living testimonial of that; the scar just above her left elbow. This didn’t imply respect and acceptance; no way, no how. It was impossible to believe I would ever replace one of…craptastic. Katrina was too damn smart; far smarter than me for sure.I wouldn’t have figured it out this soon except for something Oneida said; 'The Ash Men’. Who were they and why was calling someone that a good thing? A few more live-fires with a bit of instruction. With all the 'sisters’ willing to show me improved stance and firing techniques, Constanza felt the desire to be in another room.As I was finally departing for my real job, an Amazon with clear Amerindian blood, put a hand to my chest before I could exit out the hallway door.“How much of disaster is he?” she asked Naomi. I seriously thought about doing a takedown then I reasoned I really didn’t want to see Traska’s teary-eyed face looking down at my shattered form.“He’s passable for a beginner,” Naomi answered.“What are you talking about?” I protested. “I’m freaking awesome. I point the boom-stick at…whatever you call them…pull that trigger-thingy and the bullets go in a direction that doesn’t hurt me. Honestly, this crap is easy.” The copper chick grabbed my chin quick as a snake.“Your opinion was not solicited,” she menaced, “you ignorant toad-turd.” On second thought; I hit her. I’m pretty quick too. My fist connected with her diaphragm because she was not only not expecting me to lash out, she masked my movements by having her right limb holding my chin. She recoiled, I assumed my boxing stance and Naomi clubbed me down from behind.Let’s not forget who, what and where I was. I was dogpiled, yanked up then had Bitchy Amerindian chick pop me twice in the gut.“You are going to be caned for that,” she hissed.“Fuck you!” I shouted back. Fist to the head. That was going to leave a mark.“I look forward to hearing you scream,” she threatened.“Huh? What? You are still here? Something swished past me and I thought it was you leaving,” I joked.“Do you want to die?” Naomi hissed in my ear.“Let me go and we’ll all find out,” I replied.“Let him go,” Bitchy chick ordered. They let me go. That was not a good sign.“I’m Cáel Nyilas. I; ah…I’m from the Magyars,” I introduced myself.“I don’t care,” she glared.“Fine. Do you want to take this to the mats upstairs, or do you prefer we fight in a room full of firearms?” I asked.“This won’t take long,” she assumed a stance I’d never seen before. I didn’t know its official name, but it had 'pain’ written all over it.“A little room here?” I prodded the five Amazons standing behind me. My important unknown assailant waved them back to the walls. Constanza was livid, so I could already count this as a victory of sorts. My opponent swiveled on the ball of her left foot. It was a feint. I feinted too; I acted like I was going to fight. I ran away as she made her low, sweeping kick.I vaulted the table before she could catch me. Now she had a dilemma. If she came over the top, she’d be limiting her mobility and I was gambling hers was a very fluid style. If she moved around the table…as she did, it gave me time to grab my Glock and some ammo and keep running. I put a bullet in the chamber right as Constanza and her two feminazis drew there 9mms.I was staring down the sight of my .40 S&W Glock at copper chick. Oh, she wasn’t afraid in the least. She was pissed.“Right, or left?” I inquired.“Put the gun down, or you are dead!” Constanza commanded.“I’m confused,” I stated calmly. “Do I do what she says (copper chick); she is clearly someone important, or do I do what you say, Constanza?”“PUT IT DOWN!” Constanza screamed. Copper chick waved the guns down slowly.“Right, or left?” Copper chick inquired. (dead word spoken) St. Marie,“ she gave me her name.Mistress of the Golden Mare had to be something so not good."Right, or l

Me and My Friends
S2 Ep10: Joe Teti

Me and My Friends

Play Episode Listen Later Apr 21, 2022 49:32


Joe Teti is an author, entrepreneur, public speaker and served as the co-host for the worldwide phenomenon Dual Survival. You can learn more about him and tonight's conversation at: LINKS His Official Website Joe Teti on Twitter Joe Teti on Instagram  Spartan American's Official Website  Spartan American on YouTube  T1 Performance Nutrition's Official Website  Lone Operator: How to Survive & Thrive in the Modern Age @ Amazon Dual Survival's Official Website  SHOW NOTES & FURTHER READING  "Joe Teti Throws Some Shade" @ YouTube "Cody's New Partner" @ YouTube "Joe Only Has ONE BULLET To Hunt Deer" @ YouTube

Long Shot Leaders with Michael Stein
Extreme Survivalist, Adventurer, and Retired Army Combat Vet Tells the Secrets on How to Survive In The Wild with EJ Snyder

Long Shot Leaders with Michael Stein

Play Episode Listen Later Mar 17, 2022 47:38


Extreme Survivalist, Adventurer, and Retired Army Combat Vet Tells the Secrets on How to Survive In The Wild with EJ Snyder You may know EJ from his 6 Appearances on the Hit TV Series on Discovery Channel “Naked and Afraid” and “Naked and Afraid XL”, as well as Host on Season 9 of “Dual Survival“, and “First Man Out with Ed Stafford Season 1. EJ is an Extreme Survivalist, Adventurer, and Retired Army Combat Vet. He is an expert in leadership, tracking, trapping, building shelter and equipment, primitive weapons, navigation, security, self-reliance, and self-defense.   EJ SNYDER is highly decorated Army Combat Veteran with 25 years military service under his belt, serving Ranger positions in Infantry and Airborne units. He joined the armed forces at 19. He moved up the ranks quickly, seeing combat in both the Gulf War in 1991 and a 15-month tour during Operation Iraqi Freedom 2 in 2004 to 2005. EJ earned two Bronze Star Medals, the Legion of Merit, the Order of St. Maurice (Centurion), and over 40 other Medals and decorations while serving the Nation. During his time in the Army, EJ attended a vast number of schools highly increasing his diverse set of skills, deployed on training and missions all over the world, and received many accolades throughout his career. He stepped up as a Ranger Instructor, Survival & Tracking Instructor, and Drill Sergeant, EJ was a renowned athlete and fighter during his time, earning the nickname “Skullcrusher”. EJ retired at the Rank of Sergeant Major/E-9.

The Alone Podcast
The Alone Podcast-Episode 19-Dave McIntyre

The Alone Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Mar 4, 2022 93:43


Dave McIntyre was a participant on season 2 of the survival TV show, Alone In this episode of The Alone Podcast we hear Dave share detailed information about his time on Alone. Dave also talks about living in Brazil, almost making it on the Brazilian version of Dual Survival, his ministry work, his books, and much, much more! Find Dave at: Dave's Website Dave's Books Find The Alone Podcast on Facebook: The Alone Podcast Facebook

Night Dreams Talk Radio
What You Need To Survive With Cody Lundin

Night Dreams Talk Radio

Play Episode Listen Later Feb 10, 2022 94:37


Cody was an only child who moved around a lot as a child due to his father's military career. After high school, Cody lived on the streets, in a commune, and in friends backyards, and then in a brush shelter as he was attending college where he earned a B.A. in Depth Psychology and Holistic Health (Prescott College). Cody founded the Aboriginal Living Skills School in 1991, in Prescott Arizona where he teaches wilderness survival, and primitive living skills among others. Cody lives "off-grid" and he hasn't worn shoes, or pants for over 25 years. Cody has great pride, and confidence in his abilities, and in sharing those things with his fans and students. He's authored two books: 98.6 Degrees: The Art of Keeping Your Ass Alive, and When All Hell Breaks Loose: Stuff You Need to Survive When Disaster Strikes. Cody hosted Discovery Channels Lost in the Wild in 2004, and was a co-host alongside Dave Canterbury on Discovery's Dual Survival from 2010-2014.

Talk Stupid 2 Me
089 - Reality TV

Talk Stupid 2 Me

Play Episode Listen Later Dec 15, 2021 46:30


It may seem that reality TV came from the 90s, yet its roots are a lot deeper than that.  This episode of TS2M explores the world of reality television, its origins, and what it has become today. Support the show (https://www.patreon.com/talkstupid2me)

The Ouachita Bushcraft & Survival Show
Episode 20: Morris McCann- The Sequel… The Sequel!

The Ouachita Bushcraft & Survival Show

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 18, 2021 29:25


In this episode, Steve continues his conversation from last episode with survival expert and bushcraft enthusiast Morris McCann! The Ouachita Bushcraft and Survival Show is brought to you by Hershel Bell at Holly Springs Real Estate!

The Ouachita Bushcraft & Survival Show
Episode 19: Morris McCann- The Sequel!

The Ouachita Bushcraft & Survival Show

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 4, 2021 18:51


In this episode, Steve Stillwell sits down with Morris McCann- again! Morris gives updates on his life, talks about his recent outing with Dual Survival star Cody Lundin, and minimalism. The Ouachita Bushcraft and Survival Show is brought to you by Hershel Bell at Holly Springs Real Estate!

Small Stuff Podcast

This week Kyle is joined by Executive Producer, French Horwitz. French is a seasoned TV production veteran who's worked on popular shows such as Dual Survival, Yukon Men, Storm Chasers, Flying Wild Alaska, and many many more. French joins Kyle to talk about his experience in TV, where he sees the future of TV going, and how he feels about YouTube and streaming services overall. Enjoy :)NEW audio episodes drop on Wednesdays wherever you get your podcasts!VIDEO versions of every episode drop the following Saturday on YouTube!All The Links:https://linktr.ee/SmallStuffPodcast

WISCO SPORTS SHOW with Grant Bilse
Beat the Lions I suppose, Dual Survival, Mike Clemens

WISCO SPORTS SHOW with Grant Bilse

Play Episode Listen Later Sep 21, 2021 74:00


Grant reacts (weakly) to the Packers win on MNF and talks about the improvements made by Rodgers in Week 2.  He references the best survival show ever made and how it compares to the Packers offense, and connects with Mike Clemens with the latest from Green Bay.  See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Who the WYLD Things Are with Ryan Maguire
Adventures of a Modern Day Hunter-Gatherer // Matt Graham // Episode 2

Who the WYLD Things Are with Ryan Maguire

Play Episode Listen Later Aug 25, 2021 58:38


Matt Graham is a specialist in "primitive skills" and a television personality who co-hosted the Discovery Channel reality show Dual Survival. Ryan and Matt talk about topics like ultra running, primitive hunting, and all things survival. --- Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/whothewyldthingsare/support

The Sweet Empowerment Podcast - Reclaim your personal power!
Turning Challenge Into Greatness! Conversation with Naked and Afraid's Legend EJ Snyder

The Sweet Empowerment Podcast - Reclaim your personal power!

Play Episode Listen Later Aug 5, 2021 59:14


Sometimes we connect with another person's heart and spirit without ever meeting them. As is the case with my next guest EJ Snyder. You may know EJ from his 5 Legendary Appearances on the Hit TV Series on Discovery Channel “Naked and Afraid” and “Naked and Afraid XL”, as well as Host on Season 9 of “Dual Survival“, “First Man Out with Ed Stafford Season 1, amongst many other TV/Film Projects. EJ is an Extreme Survivalist, Adventurer, and Retired Army Combat Vet. He is an expert in leadership, tracking, trapping, building shelter, watercraft, equipment, and primitive weapons, as well navigation, security, self-reliance, and self-defense. No biography can encompass all who this man is! This conversation is sure to leave you inspired to suck the bone marrow out of life! Connect with EJ: https://www.ejsnyder.com Connect with Kristen: https://www.kristenbrown.org

The Dad Edge Podcast (formerly The Good Dad Project Podcast)

EJ Snyder EJ Snyder is a husband, father, retired US Army combat veteran, actor, and survivalist. He has appeared on the show Naked and Afraid and Naked and Afraid XL. He was also a host on the TV show Dual Survival during its 9th season. EJ is married to his wife Amy, and they have two children, Tyler and Kassidy.  EJ's claim to fame can be seen through his extraordinary survival, tracking, trapping, navigation, self-reliance, and self-defense skills. He is known as The Skullcrusher, an extreme survivalist, and adventurer who has been teaching survival skills to soldiers and civilians for over 20 years. After serving in the military for 25 years, EJ knew he wanted to be in entertainment and inspire people to develop a survivalist mindset.  Mindset is crucial to the element of survival. EJ is considered a master of mindset, and he talks about how you never quit just because it's hard or because you're in pain. You work around it, you force yourself to overcome obstacles, and finish the race. EJ's mantra is live every day like it's your last, and I think we can all benefit from this as fathers, husbands, and men. We have to take every chance we have in life to be the best husband, father, and man that we can be. It may be difficult at times, but with the right mindset, we have the power to live epic, legendary lives.  For the show notes and exclusive links mentioned in this episode go to https://gooddadproject.com/327-2/ ———— Join the Free Dad Edge Facebook Group at gooddadproject.com/group. Apply for The Dad Edge Alliance at gooddadproject.com/alliance. Watch this interview on YouTube gooddadproject.com/youtube. Follow us on Instagram at @thedadedge! FREE RESOURCE – 21 Days to an Extraordinary Marriage

Ten Laws with East Forest
Matt Graham - Living Wild (#150)

Ten Laws with East Forest

Play Episode Listen Later Mar 16, 2021 45:17


Though he has spent most of his life teaching wilderness skills, his training in martial arts, dance, acting, literature, and music have made him well versed for both entertaining, and educational TV/Film. He has been referred to as the real "Tarzan" of Southern Utah by several published sources. In his early years he was a climber, surfer, mountain runner, and TV consultant. At age 23, he ran the length of California on the pacific Crest Trail (1,700 miles) in 58 days. He was a TV host/Talent and producer for "Dude Your Screwed", "Dual Survival", "Live Free or Die", "Bushcraft Build Off", and was featured on a documentary called "Living Wild" .He has been a Teacher with Boulder Outdoor Survival School, True Nature Farm, Anasazi, Wingate, and Earth Living Skills School. He is also considered a high ranking expert with the ancient tool called the "Atlatl".IG - instagram.com/mattgraham_earthskillsFB - facebook.com/mattgrahamsurvivalist ***Join the East Forest Council via the new East Forest Council on Patreon.  Monthly Zoom Council, Podcast exclusives, private Patreon live-stream ceremony, and more.  Check it out and a great way to support the podcast and directly support the work of East Forest! - http://patreon.com/eastforest ***Catch East Forest LIVE - Pledge your interest in the upcoming East Forest Ceremony Concert events this Spring/Summer 2021.  More info and join us at eastforest.org/tour Join the newsletter and be part of the East Forest Council Community. Listen to East Forest guided meditations on Spotify & Apple Check out the East Forest x Ram Dass album on (Spotify & Apple) + East Forest's Music For Mushrooms: A Soundtrack For The Psychedelic Practitioner 5hr album (Spotify & Apple). *****Please rate Ten Laws w/East Forest on iTunes.  It helps us get the guests you want to hear.  Stay in the East Forest flow:Mothership:  http://eastforest.org/IG:  https://www.instagram.com/eastforest/FB:  https://www.facebook.com/EastForestMusic/TW:  https://twitter.com/eastforestmusicPATREON: http://patreon.com/eastforest

Peter von Panda
JOE TETI Talks DUAL SURVIVAL

Peter von Panda

Play Episode Listen Later Feb 12, 2021 76:59


You asked for Joe Teti to return and answer more questions about Discovery Channel's Dual Survival. --- Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/petervonpanda/support

Two Dates and a Dash Podcast
Two Dates and a Dash Podcast Episode 90: Discovery Channel's Dual Survival Star, Joe Teti

Two Dates and a Dash Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Dec 5, 2020 81:44


Fieldcraft Survival
Episode 191 Cody Lundin

Fieldcraft Survival

Play Episode Listen Later Sep 8, 2020 136:02


Cody Lundin is an internationally recognized professional survival instructor with more than 30 years of hands-on teaching experience. He is also is a survival instructor at the Aboriginal Living Skills School in Prescott, Arizona, which he founded in 1991. There he teaches modern wilderness survival skills, primitive living skills, urban preparedness, and homesteading. Lundin was also a former co-host of Discovery Channel's reality television series, Dual Survival. https://www.codylundin.com/ https://www.instagram.com/codylundinsurvival/?hl=en https://atturo.com/fieldcraft https://uncanna.com Use Code "fieldcraft 20" http://www.triarcsystems.com Use Code "fieldcraft" http://www.killcliff.com Use Code "Survival10" https://www.kchilites.com Use Code "Fieldcraft" http://www.tyrtactical.com Use Code "fieldcraft" https://bravocompanymfg.com Follow us: https://fieldcraftsurvival.com/collections/training/training https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCcj3FycZBXIPNj7QIBKTIDw https://fieldcraftsurvival.com/ http://www.instagram.com/fieldcraftsurvival https://www.fieldcraftmobility.com https://www.instagram.com/george.bell.jr/?hl=en

Why We Hike
#10: MATT GRAHAM! Gaining a relationship with the land through minimizing your gear

Why We Hike

Play Episode Listen Later Aug 31, 2020 42:03


Matt Graham is a globally recognized wilderness survival expert, best known for his TV shows Dual Survival, Dude You're Screwed, and Bushcraft Build Off. Matt's unique skill set that combines primitive/traditional style ultralight long distance running with his outdoor survival experience sets him apart. Matt brought me and a few others on one of his multi-day backcountry running survival adventures in southern Utah, where we brought little more than the clothes on our back and a diaper-looking bed sheet wrapped around our waists. It was amazing. Hear his words. Connect with Matt!: Instragram: @mattgraham_earthskills --- Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/ford-erickson/support

TOPS Daily Grind
EPISODE 27: Jeff ZAUUUUSCH

TOPS Daily Grind

Play Episode Listen Later Jul 6, 2020 80:45


Leo, Craig, and Jesus talk to Jeff Zausch from Naked and Afraid and Dual Survival. Learn about his new projects and get to know some surprising things about the show. Also find out who from TOPS is going to make an attempt to be naked and afraid.*Recorded on 06/25/2020

Meet The Pressers
Joseph Teti and Dale Comstock - Season II, Episode XXXI

Meet The Pressers

Play Episode Listen Later Jun 26, 2020 60:00


Joe Teti and Dale Comstock are founders of Tier 1 Performance Coaching. Joe is a Marine, SF combat veteran, author, instructor, co-star of "Dual Survival", and Glock Guy. Dale is a former Delta, Army Combat Veteran, Doctorate, Educator, Author, Instructor, American Badass, and 1911 Guy. Join Matt and Klint, Joe and Dale as they discuss their Performance Coaching endeavor, favorite carry pistols, grip, stolen valor, integrity, bore access, recoil management, and hypothermia! There will be cameos by Jeff Gonzales, Larry Vickers, Ed Mireles, Dave Grossman, and Allen West. Klint also reviews the Mountain Man Medical Med Kit and discusses the importance of having a med kit. We hope you like the show and agree that it is must see Internet! Please like, comment, share, and most definitely subscribe (https://www.youtube.com/MeetThePressers?sub_confirmation=1) and click the bell so you know when our next episode is uploaded. You can also listen to the audio only podcast version of the show on Google Play Music, Apple Podcasts, iHeart Radio, and all of the other major platforms. More info on our podcast and how to support the channel, visit: http://www.MeetThePressers.com. Check out our new merchandise store and grab you some swag: https://ballisticink.com/collections/meetthepressers We hope you like the show and agree that it is must see Internet! Please like, comment, share, and most definitely subscribe (https://www.youtube.com/MeetThePressers?sub_confirmation=1) and click the bell so you know when our next episode is uploaded. You can also listen to the audio only podcast version of the show on Google Play Music, Apple Podcasts, iHeart Radio, and all of the other major platforms. More info on our podcast and how to support the channel, visit: http://www.MeetThePressers.com. OTHER WAYS TO SUPPORT/SALK US: Merch Store: https://ballisticink.com/collections/meetthepressers YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/MeetThePressers?sub_confirmation=1 GunStreamer: https://gunstreamer.com/@MeetThePressers Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/MeetThePressers Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/?tag=meetthepresse-20&linkCode=ur1 Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/MeetThePressers Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/MeetThePressers Twitter: https://twitter.com/MeetThePressers SHOW SPONSORS: http://meetthepressers.com/sponsors/ Public Safety and Education (PS&Ed): https://psanded.com Trigger Pressers Union: http://triggerpressersunion.com MantisX: https://mantisx.com USCCA: https://tracking.deltadefense.com/aff_c?offer_id=282&aff_id=19114 NextLevel Training: https://nextleveltraining.com McLean https://mcleancorpusa.com T1 Ammunition: https://t1ammo.com Common Sense Self-Defense Street Combat – Bram Frank: https://www.cssd-sc.com Sabre Red: https://www.sabrered.com ASP: https://www.asp-usa.com Use MTP15 for 15% off Cutting Edge Bullets: https://cuttingedgebullets.com Custom Poker Chip Company: https://www.custompokerchipcompany.com Shooter Technology Group: http://lasrapp.com Safer Faster Defense: https://saferfasterdefense.com/product/sfd-responder/ Henry Repeating Arms: https://www.henryusa.com Kahr Firearms Group: https://shopkahrfirearmsgroup.com DISCLAIMER: Our videos are educational and entertainment based. ANY use or replication of what we do is solely AT YOUR OWN RISK. It could be dangerous! If you do, do what we do, we are not liable for what happens, because we told you so!

Chasin The Graph
Discovery Channel Dual Survival Star Joe Teti and his Stalker

Chasin The Graph

Play Episode Listen Later Jun 21, 2020 27:57


This episode is a crazy one. After emailing Joe for the first time to set up a date and time for our interview the very next morning I was contacted by his stalker. Insane! I have been a huge fan of Joe and his show Dual Survival for years. After our interview and staying in touch I am a even bigger fan of his. It would be hard to find a celebrity that appreciates their fans as much as he does. As for his stalker that has turned into a mess! check it out!Support the show (https://www.facebook.com/ChasinTheGraph/)

Hellbound with Halos
"EJ Skullcrusher Snyder"

Hellbound with Halos

Play Episode Listen Later May 14, 2020 58:15


You may know EJ Snyder from our past episodes, as well as, from the Discovery Channel series “Naked and Afraid” and “Dual Survival“. EJ is an Extreme Survivalist, Adventurer, and Retired Army Combat Vet. He is an expert in leadership, tracking, trapping, building shelter and equipment, primitive weapons, navigation, security, self-reliance, and self-defense. EJ is a highly decorated Army Combat Veteran with 25 years military service under his belt, serving Ranger positions in Infantry and Airborne units. He joined the armed forces at 19. He moved up the ranks quickly, seeing combat in both the Gulf War in 1991 and a 15-month tour during Operation Iraqi Freedom 2 in 2004 to 2005. EJ earned two Bronze Star Medals, the Legion of Merit, the Order of St. Maurice (Centurion), and over 40 other Medals and decorations while serving the Nation. Follow EJ or check out his merch here - YouTube Channel - https://www.youtube.com/user/erroljames07 Facebook - https://www.facebook.com/EJSkullcrusherSnyder/ EJ's Website - http://ejsnyder.com/ EJ's Knives - https://www.topsknives.com/knives/tactical/sxb Ej's Survival Training - http://ejsnyder.com/services/survival-training/ Visit us on our website today! https://www.hwhpodcast.com Listen Here on your Podcast App! - https://link.chtbl.com/Listen (If you feel inclined, please leave us a Rating/Review) Follow on Facebook- https://www.facebook.com/hellboundwithhalos/ Follow on Twitter- https://twitter.com/Hellbound_Halos Follow on Instagram- https://www.instagram.com/hwhpodcast/ Support our sponsor! K Bar Soap Co. - www.kbarsoapco.com "Ditch the Bar, Grab a Grenade" Promo Code - "hellbound"

Situational Awareness Tactics
We chat with Survival and Bushcraft expert David Canterbury on the 5 C's of survival

Situational Awareness Tactics

Play Episode Listen Later Apr 14, 2020 21:07


David Michael Canterbury is a survival expert who co-starred on the reality television show Dual Survival for two seasons which aired on the Discovery Channel. He is also an author, publishing Bushcraft 101 in 2014, Survivability for the Common Man, and Advanced Bushcraft.

Peter von Panda
Joe Teti Discusses His Career & Discovery Channel’s Dual Survival

Peter von Panda

Play Episode Listen Later Apr 6, 2020 99:24


I love the show Dual Survival on the Discovery Channel. He’s the real deal that all us tacticool guys want to be. So I reached out to Joe Teti and he was gracious enough to spend some time with me to discuss his time in the military and on the show. --- Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/petervonpanda/support

Two Dates and a Dash Podcast
Two Dates and a Dash Podcast Episode 77: Dual Survival Star & Author of Lone Operator, Joseph Teti

Two Dates and a Dash Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Apr 2, 2020 70:57


Joseph Teti is a veteran of both US military and US government special operations units. He is a former Force Recon Marine, Army Special Forces “Green Beret”, and a former operator in a highly classified government counter-terrorist unit.He is a combat veteran of both OIF (Operation Iraqi Freedom) in Iraq, and OEF (Operation Enduring Freedom) in Afghanistan. He planned and conducted a broad range of special operations missions covering the entire operational continuum. These missions gave the President of the United States an option when overt military and / or diplomatic actions were not viable or politically feasible. Operations of this nature required rapid response with surgical application of a wide variety of unique skills, while maintaining the lowest possible profile of U.S. involvement. He participated in numerous classified direct action missions with several Tier 1 SMU’s (Special Mission Units).Joseph has performed high-risk PSD (Personal Security Detail) operations in Afghanistan and Iraq for U.S. government and civilian clients. He was also a member of a U.S. State Department close protection team assigned to several high profile government officials and visiting diplomats in Israel. Working out of the U.S. Embassy in Tel Aviv, and the U.S. Consulate in Jerusalem, he operated in high risk areas throughout the country to include Ramallah, Abu Dis, Jericho, The Gaza Strip and the West Bank. He has extensive experience and training in fully armored vehicle operations, advance team operations, motorcade operations, CAT (Counter Assault Team) operations and surveillance/counter surveillance operations.A graduate of over 30 formal schools in regards to special operations, his skill sets and experiences are highly diverse. He has attended several survival schools over his career and is one of a few individuals in the world that hold an instructor certification in tactical tracking operations from legendary tracker and former Rhodesian SAS (Special Air Service) and Selous Scout, David Scott-Donelan.He has held a TOP SECRET-SCI with polygraph security clearance, the highest security clearance awarded by the U.S. government.  For more information on performance coaching opportunities, please visit www.tier1performancecoaching.com or to pre-order a copy of Joe's book, Lone Operator, please visit www.loneoperator.com.

We Get Outdoors Podcast
How I survived 3 Naked and Afraid Challenges with EJ Snyder

We Get Outdoors Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Mar 31, 2020 57:34


In this episode, EJ and Mark discuss how to survive in the wild, the role the mind plays in the outdoors, what makes a great partner and what to pack when you head outdoors. So, if you want to know what EJ's biggest advice is to get outdoors, how the outdoors helped him transition through the various stages of his life, how committing to your dream really changes your life, and how planning for whatever may happen might save your life then listen to this incredible episode and learn from one of the biggest names in the world of survival.   In this episode, you'll discover: - What makes a great partner in a survival situation - Who is EJ’s favourite Naked and Afraid partner - What are the four things every outdoor enthusiast needs to learn? - What is the Law of 3s in survival - How EJ survived growing up in New Jersey - What it takes to survive in extreme situations - What is on EJ’s life list - Which does EJ prefer Dual Survival or Naked and Afraid About Our Guest: EJ is an Extreme Survivalist, Adventurer, and Retired Army Combat Vet. He is an expert in leadership, tracking, trapping, building shelter and equipment, primitive weapons, navigation, security, self-reliance, and self-defense. EJ is the only person to complete 3 Naked and Afraid challenges and was a host on Dual Survival. Following 25 years in the military he has taken those skills into civilian life working in movies, starring in reality shows and now passing on the skills to those keen to thrive in the wild. EJ’s accomplishments include: - 25 years military service under his belt, serving Ranger positions in Infantry and Airborne units - Earned two Bronze Star Medals, the Legion of Merit, the Order of St. Maurice (Centurion), and over 40 other Medals and decorations while serving - Attended US Army Survival School (SERE-C) and Tracking Course and became the Primary Survival and Tracking Instructor for the course - Most known for his role and stunt work as “Redfern” a Freighter Boat Mercenary of the Hit TV Series “LOST” - Recruited for several Top Reality Competition Shows, being a Finalist for “Survivor 21” and “Big Brother 14” - Recently joined by his Naked and Afraid XL Partner Jeff Zausch for the 9th Season of “Dual Survival” If you want to get in touch with EJ then visit http://ejsnyder.com/ to see what he is up to. You can also follow him on Instagram, Twitter, Facebook, LinkedIn or on his YouTube channel - https://www.youtube.com/user/erroljam.... This episode is brought to you by the We Get Outdoors Tribe - where your next adventure is just one click away. Y ou can join this, the fastest growing outdoor group on planet earth and become part of a tribe of like-minded outdoor enthusiasts sharing their adventures, trips and insights, helping you plan your perfect adventure. Click on this link https://www.facebook.com/groups/weget... to join for free right now…

The SURVIVAL SHOW
#015 Warrior's Wisdom - SERE, Service, Survival, Naked but NOT Afraid

The SURVIVAL SHOW

Play Episode Listen Later Mar 2, 2019 53:08


Warrior Mindset. Some Have It. Some Do Not. DO YOU? Sergeant Major EJ "Skull Crusher" Snyder : 3X Survivor of Naked and Afraid, Host of Dual Survival, Army Ranger, SERE Instructor and one of the finest men I know joins us today to share tales of wisdom and important lessons for life. Podcast PLAY BUTTON Below... Tiny Survival Guide Covers Basic SERE, Urban and Wilderness Survival +FITS in Your Wallet for Everyday Carry - Get Tiny SURVIVAL Guide HERE https://bit.ly/2SgWobY Connect with EJ @ http://www.ejsnyder.com/ @ https://twitter.com/ejsnyder333 @ https://www.facebook.com/EJSkullcrusherSnyder/ GET EJ's Survival Gear and Food Here: https://mrenation.com/ Keep us Commercial Free AND Join the Community! Get YOU Some FAN-Tastic Gear, Training and Rewards @ TheSurvivalShow.com  Additional Resources - From David and Craig... Live Training Classes @ Nature Reliance School: www.NatureReliance.org (Craig’s School) YouTube - Nature Reliance School (Craig’s Channel) YouTube - Ultimate Survival Tips (David’s Channel) MSK-1 Survival Knife System (David’s Sweet Knife): www.MSK1Knife.com Ultimate Survival Tips - Website: www.UltimateSurvivalTips.com Free Survival e-MAG (From Ultimate Survival Tips) BOOK: Extreme Wilderness Survival - By Craig: https://amzn.to/2DQczdQ BOOK: Ultimate Wilderness Gear - By Craig: https://amzn.to/2DQiY8H BOOK: Essential Wilderness Navigation - By Craig: https://amzn.to/2PL7YQx THE Survival Show - Team Craig is the founder of Nature Reliance School and the Author of: Extreme Wilderness Survival, Ultimate Wilderness Gear and Essential Wilderness Navigation. David is the Founder of Ultimate Survival Tips, Author of Tiny Survival Guide, Designer of MSK-1 Survival Knife System and a Former US Marine. --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/thesurvivalshow/message Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/thesurvivalshow/support

Insighted
Sopravvivere al Burnout (Dual Survival #1)

Insighted

Play Episode Listen Later Feb 17, 2019 14:31


L'esordio della serie podcast di Dual Survival, in collaborazione con il buon Kevin Feragotto! Oggi si parla di Burnout (non il videogioco).

Prepper Podcast Radio Network (℠)
EJ Snyder of Naked & Afraid/Dual Survival on Journey Back to the Land

Prepper Podcast Radio Network (℠)

Play Episode Listen Later Oct 14, 2018 61:00


Today we are talking to EJ Snyder of Naked & Afraid and Dual Survival. EJ Talks to us from the Bullseye Expo in Charleston, WV. Listen in to this amazing show, get to know this survival expert, learn some great tidbits and what's next.Learn how you too can personally learn from one of the best in the field. You may know EJ from the Discovery Channel series “Naked and Afraid” and “Dual Survival“. EJ is an Extreme Survivalist, Adventurer, and Retired Army Combat Vet. He is an expert in leadership, tracking, trapping, building shelter and equipment, primitive weapons, navigation, security, self-reliance, and self-defense. A decorated Army Combat Veteran with 25 years military service, an Extreme Survivalist and Adventurer who employs a “Train as you Fight” approach to survival. EJ still teaches survival skills, does adventure trek guiding, serves as a motivational speaker, and does appearances. EJ is known for his hardened and tough exterior as well as for being a “Man’s Man,” but has compassion for his fellow man, passion for life, and a huge heart. EJ believes giving back to the community and the less fortunate is very important and works with many charities and causes in his spare time, many dealing with Cancer, Kids, Anti-Bullying and Veterans. Follow EJ Snyder Look for more shows on Prepper Podcast

Hellbound with Halos
"Guest EJ Snyder"

Hellbound with Halos

Play Episode Listen Later Sep 19, 2018 74:35


Wow was this an incredible episode! Kevin & Sully were lucky enough to sit down with the one and only, EJ "Skullcrusher" Snyder. A 25 year military veteran, survivalist, 3 appearances on the TV Hit Show "Naked and Afraid", Dual Survival and a motivational speaker, EJ, has carved his place in history as being one of the BEST survivalists in the WORLD. With his kickass attitude, nothing can stop this man. Kevin & Sully begin by welcoming EJ to the show and asking a little about his history in survival. EJ goes on to tell some stories about his time on naked and Afraid, as well as, Dual Survival. EJ has always had a passion for the hit reality show "Survivor" and even made it to the final casting to be chosen... but unfortunately, the past coach of the Dallas Cowboys, Jimmy Johnson, was selected over him. Booooo... who likes the Cowboys anyway?? EJ still loves the show and would jump at a chance to be a cast member. Hence our title, reaching out to Jeff Probst, to get him on the show. EJ has so much knowledge he shares in this episode, some of which you may not have even thought about doing in the wild. He talks about some of his most dangerous encounters in Africa including run ins with Bull Elephants and Hippos. Kevin asks what he was most afraid of all time, and EJ says that in the wild, you really can't get scared. He says that animals and predators can smell fear, so it's best to tuck that away and be prepared for whatever may come at you. EJ also touches on the 3 most important things to maintain psychologically as well as the 4 things you need to survive anywhere. We'd like to thank EJ for taking time out of his busy life to meet with us, and Probst.... Let's Get EJ on Survivor finally!!!!

Success Through Failure with Jim Harshaw Jr | Goal Setting, Habits, Mindset and Motivation for  Sports, Business and Life
#158 Survival Instructor, Author, TV Personality Cody Lundin on Living a Meaningful Life (52:07)

Success Through Failure with Jim Harshaw Jr | Goal Setting, Habits, Mindset and Motivation for Sports, Business and Life

Play Episode Listen Later Aug 12, 2018 52:08


CODY LUNDIN is an internationally recognized professional survival instructor with more than 28 years of hands-on teaching experience. Cody's love of all things self-reliant began as a child with the influence of his homesteading grandparents. The only child of a military family, Cody moved frequently. During these years of migration, with no formal base to call home, Nature became Cody’s constant companion. Today he is one of the world’s leading survival experts and the founder of the Aboriginal Living Skills School. He has been featured in media outlets including The Today Show, History Channel, Dateline NBC, CBS News, USA Today, The New York Times, Good Morning America, Newsweek, Fox News, and CNN to name a few. In July of 2009, Cody was hand-picked to co-host the hit Discovery Channel show, "Dual Survival" in which he starred for four seasons. If you don’t have time to listen to the entire episode or if you hear something that you like but don’t have time to write it down, be sure to grab your free copy of the Action Plan from this episode-- as well as get access to action plans from EVERY episode-- at JimHarshawJr.com/Action/. Let's connect: Website | Facebook | Twitter About Your Host Jim Harshaw My name is Jim Harshaw. And I know where you’re at. You’re working hard and qualified for what you do but you aren’t getting what you want. You have plans on getting to the C-suite or launching a business but ultimate success seems as far away today as ever. You’re at the right place because you can get there from here. And I can help. Who I Am I’m a speaker, coach, and former Division I All-American wrestler that helps motivated former athletes to reach their full potential by getting clarity on what they really want and taking aggressive action to lead their ideal life not just despite their prior failures but because of them. I’m a husband and father of four. And I’m a serial entrepreneur. I’ve launched multiple successful businesses as well as the obligatory failed one. I’ve been the executive director of a non-profit and have raised millions of dollars. I’ve worked in sales. I’ve even been a Division I head coach. While I was born in a blue-collar home I have spent my life surrounded by Olympians, CEO’s and millionaires. Jim Rohn said, “You are the average of the five people you spend the most time with.” I’ve been lucky. I’ve learned the habits of successful people and guess what. You’re just like them. I know because I know your type. You’re programmed for hard work, which is a prerequisite for success, but you’ve never been shown how to use what you know to create the life you want with the tools you have. I will show you how. Why You Are Here You've worked hard to achieve greatness. You’ve set goals and maybe even set records. You’ve definitely failed and you’ve at some point found yourself questioning if you were on the right track. You need to understand this: You are far more prepared to succeed than those who’ve not tried, competed, struggled and overcome like you have. That’s the value of your education as someone who aims high. You are prepared to be as successful as your wildest dreams will allow. Here I will teach you, with the help of brilliant minds that have been shaped by failure, struggle, and adversity, to be who you want to be. I sense that you want this because you have read this far. To take the next step today, click here. FOLLOW JIM Website | Facebook | Twitter

BHP PODCAST
#233 - EJ Synder - SKULLCRUSHER

BHP PODCAST

Play Episode Listen Later Jun 20, 2018 48:06


This week special guest EJ Snyder the SKULLCRUSHER. You may know EJ from the Discovery Channel series “Naked and Afraid” and “Dual Survival“. EJ is an Extreme Survivalist, Adventurer, and Retired Army Combat Vet. He is an expert in leadership, tracking, trapping, building shelter and equipment, primitive weapons, navigation, security, self-reliance, and self-defense. ► Website - http://bit.ly/2JKEjSny ► NEED MORE GOLDEN ARROW CLUB - http://bit.ly/PatGAc Bowhunting is awesome - Join the Hunt ► Subscribe to BHP http://bit.ly/2Djy5Tl ► Follow us on Instagram: http://bit.ly/2tAEqu3 ► Follow us on Facebook: http://bit.ly/2FBdNa4 ► Follow us on Twitter: http://bit.ly/bhptwit ► Follow us on YUDO: http://bit.ly/bhpyudu ► Book a Live testlab Show! email us at info@bowhunterplanet.com Episode Powered by: ► Vanguard: http://bit.ly/vanbhp ► Walk on Archery Targets: http://bit.ly/WALKBHP ► Crosman: http://bit.ly/2quCross ► Stealthcam: http://bit.ly/StCam1 ► RAXX INC: http://bit.ly/2raxxinc ► Beyond the Ears: http://bit.ly/2BYEARS ► Skull Hooker: http://bit.ly/2wca4zw ► Video/Photos: BHP MEDIA - http://bit.ly/_BHP ► Join the Ambassador Program - http://bit.ly/amb_bhp ► Listen to the BHP PODCAST - http://bit.ly/2FH8QzM ► ITUNES - http://bit.ly/BHPpodcast ► SoundCloud - http://bit.ly/Sdcloudbhp ► Golden Arrow Club - http://bit.ly/PatGAc Thanks for watching, we hope you enjoyed.

Pengcast!
#193 - Isle of Dogs

Pengcast!

Play Episode Listen Later May 21, 2018 48:57


Mon, 21 May 2018 12:58:48 +0000 https://pengcast.podigee.io/286-193-isle-of-dogs 2eab12d42071fca82eedbfc47a781881 Arf! Arf! Do the Doggy Bounce! Die vier Podcast-Miezen knöpfen sich Wes Andersens Stop-Motion-Hundefilm "Isle of Dogs" vor und gleichen ihn direkt mit dem kompletten Hunde-Glossar ab - von Ableinen bis Zwinger. 00:00:00 Intro: Hotte in der Volksbühne, Christian bei Longtake, deutsche Filmpodcasts: Wer sind die besten? 00:10:26 Isle of Dogs 00:33:20 Einspieler: Christian redet mit Wes Andersons Modellbauer Simon Weisse 00:38:40 Abschlussrunde: Das beste Katerfernsehen: Shark Tank, Bares für Rares, Dual Survival, Schlemmen mit Gérard Depardieu; Arctic Monkeys - Tranquility Base Hotel & Casino Musik: Demoiselle Döner - Enter the Dogwave Ey, yo: Der nächste Live-Cast steigt am 13. Juli im Laika Neukölln Let's be friends, ok? :) Den Pengcast gibt es natürlich auch auf Instagram, Facebook und Twitter.   iTunes-Sterne helfen uns Ja, wir wissen, es ist ein bisschen kompliziert. Aber falls ihr einen Apple-Account habt, dann könnt ihr euch bei iTunes einloggen und uns eine Sterne-Bewertung dalassen. Das hilft anderen, uns zu entdecken:   Euch gefällt, was wir hier machen? Dann würden wir uns sehr über eure Unterstützung freuen! Ihr könnt uns mit einer monatlichen Spende sowohl auf Patreon (USA) oder Steady (Deutschland) unterstützen. Als Dankeschön gibt es Sticker, Jutebeutel und vier exklusive Podcasts pro Jahr, in denen wir über unsere Lieblingsfilme quatschen. Falls euch das zu verbindlich ist, könnt ihr uns auch einfach ein paar Euros über PayPal schicken. Vielen Dank an alle, die uns schon unterstützen!   Feedback? Schreibt uns! Wir freuen uns über eure Post. Am liebsten lesen wir eure persönlichen Ansichten zu den Filmen die wir besprechen. Aber auch Lob, Kritik und natürlich Off-Duty-Vorschläge kommen immer gut. Wir lesen jede Mail und besprechen die interessantesten im Pengcast. derpengcast@gmail.com 286 full no Filme, Film, Filmpodcast, aktuell, aktuelle, Comedy, deutsch, Rezensionen, Reviews, Pengcast, Christian Eichler, Lukas Diestel, Malte Springer, Max von Raison, Off Duty, witzig, lustig, intelligent, Hintergrund Christian Eichler, Lukas Diestel, Malte Springer, Max-Ole von Raison 2937

Backpacking & Blisters
Episode 23 - Who Needs Bear Grylls...When You Have Derek?

Backpacking & Blisters

Play Episode Listen Later Mar 30, 2018 41:55


While many of today's survival shows feature scenarios that most are unlikely to encounter (e.g. stumbling upon a drug cartel in Peru that was addressed in Dual Survival), there are some suvival-type circumstances that one could experience while hiking. Pulling from his vast survival knowledge (i.e. watching some different surival TV shows), Derek attempts to solve a couple of scenarios that Carl throws at him. Also, Carl's wife, Jessica, stops by for a segment where she handles her own scenario. Is the wisdom gleaned from this episode applicable to potential backcountry experiences? You be the judge! Check out our Facebook page to join the conversation. https://www.facebook.com/backpackingandblisters/ Also, if you're interested in the movie July is Here, you can access it on Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mb1kqSCQhJw&t=203s

The Jeremiah Show
SN. 3/EP. # 119 - TV Star Bo Mac, Brewer Greg Carroll Part I, F&B Director Michael Butler

The Jeremiah Show

Play Episode Listen Later Oct 24, 2017 50:43


Today we are talking to special wine correspondent & Food & Beverage Director from Awbrey Glenn Golf Club Michael Butler. Michael has a report on the Napa fires & explains what this means for wine availability & prices. We're also talking to our friend Bo Mac - Star of Dual Survival who was recently offering Aid in Puerto Rico, he'll tell us how restaurant owners are coping, and about getting shot while he was providing aid in Puerto Rico! We'll also talk to head brewer Greg Carroll - Brewmaster Shanty Irish Brewing Company about his new holiday PUMPKIN BREW ALE! Bo Mac - https://twitter.com/bo_mac_fly Michael Butler - www.awbreyglen.com Greg Carroll - www.rooneysirishpub.net

Skillset Live
Skillset Live #24 - EJ Snyder - Naked and Afraid

Skillset Live

Play Episode Listen Later Jul 1, 2017 78:28


This week Retired Army Sergeant Major, EJ Snyder joins us to discuss his roles in Naked and Afraid and Dual Survival.

42 Minutes of Reality
Episode 6 - Dual Survival

42 Minutes of Reality

Play Episode Listen Later May 12, 2017 65:30


Intro and outro music excerpted from the song “Gay Bar Videogame” by The Wildbunch http://freemusicarchive.org/music/The_Wildbunch/Gay_Bar/Gay_Bar_videogame 1:30 Introducing the show 2:08 High concept 3:18 Cody Lundin – our barefoot hero 4:08 Joe Teti – our military badass 5:13 JS’s prior knowledge of this show 5:44 How the hosts’ differences defied Mike’s expectations 6:42 Main difference in philosophies: Risk-reward 7:40 To what extent are the producers influencing decisions? 8:20 72-hour scenarios 10:06 Mike wonders if military aspect is essential or appeal to a demographic 11:30 JS thinks military is good training for situation, even if not as thorough as survival school 13:47 Were Joe’s risks questionable for real survival situation as opposed to TV survival situation? 14:56 Choreography of survival TV – what’s spontaneous and what’s presented by producers? 15:50 An example of clear producer intervention 18:32 A clarification on Joe’s background 19:45 Many clips were re-used for behind-the-scenes special 20:36 Each episode structured loosely around background scenario 22:01 The merits (or lack thereof) of drinking your own urine; psychology v. physiology 23:26 Educational segments – ‘Art of Self Reliance’ 23:59 Intro of risk v. reward – go up for water or go down for better air? 24:57 Rare instance where Mike found Joe’s risk-tasking realistic 26:14 JS doubted the authenticity of the poachers 26:49 Mike’s rant about ‘white savior’ conservationist narratives 27:42 Poachers driven by poverty, not love of killing endangered species 28:30 Mike doubted sincerity of Joe’s comments about the poachers 30:14 JS’s doubts stemmed from a steady accumulation of disbelief 32:06 The camps might be legit, but probably had been abandoned for some time 32:34 This show misunderstands the role of violence in organized crime 34:06 Role of safety in the series as a whole 34:51 A rescue of questionable authenticity 36:22 JS’s LOL moment 37:05 Comparing hosts to Hollywood stuntmen 38:14 Main risk is mechanical injury, not dehydration or starvation 38:40 Mike found the heightened stakes detracted from the spontaneity 40:02 JS liked the show, would watch it outside the podcast (Finding Bigfoot without the BS) 41:30 The hosts’ disagreement over the rotting steer 44:48 The boar hunt – authentic and fabricated aspects 46:42 Mike found crew’s masculine hero-worship over the top; JS was impressed by the technical skill 48:25 The staged nature of the rescues 50:44 The gendered appeal was noteworthy 51:27 Appeal of survival shows to those living comfortably 52:33 Mike thought show’s aesthetic would appeal to suburban/rural over urban 54:01 Frederick Jackson Turner – frontier thesis 54:36 Appeal of the survival genre – vicariously overcoming physical hardship and adversity 55:39 Tension b/w show’s educational and entertainment mission 59:30 Cody’s criticism of survival TV 1:00:20 The ‘behind the scenes’ drama 1:02:10 Behind-the-scenes tension never cropped up in the final product 1:03:33 Introducing the next show – impromptu style 1:04:36 Signing off

The Jeremiah Show
EP # 80 The Best of The Guests - Carl Stubner, Charity Winters, Bo McGlone, Chef Ariane Resnick

The Jeremiah Show

Play Episode Listen Later Jan 19, 2017 74:46


We look back at some of our most fascinating guests in 2016...Co-Chairman of Suretone Entertainment, Mr. Carl Stubner, the host of Real Fear: The Truth Behind The Movies, Charity Winters, the newest star of The Discovery Channels #1 show, Dual Survival, Bo McGlone, and Celebrity Chef & Author Ariane Resnick! This show is pure entertainment! 1. Charity Winters - EPISODE #61 2. Carl Stubner - EPISODE #26 3. Bo McGlone - EPISODE #57 4. Chef Ariane Resnick - EPISODE #2

Assorted Calibers Podcast
EP107 GunBlog VarietyCast - Budget Little Black Dress Rifles on Campus

Assorted Calibers Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Sep 5, 2016 60:38


EP107 GunBlog VarietyCast - Budget Little Black Dress Rifles on Campus Pacifiers & Peacemakers - Small Caliber: The Little Black Gun Felons Behaving Badly - Man charged with murder after NC grandmother killed in home invasion Tech Tips with The Barron  - Trident Main Topic - The Ruger American Rifle at Walmart The Bridge -  Campus Carry and the Grey (Wo)Man Blue Collar Prepping - Good Survival TV This Week in Anti-Gun Nuttery - Maura Healey: Lazy and Stupid, or Liar? Plug of the Week - The Parasol Protectorate and Finishing School series by Gail Carriger Our Sponsor - http://www.lawofselfdefense.com/variety Pacifiers & Peacemakers - Small Caliber: The Little Black Gun Felons Behaving Badly Man charged with murder after NC grandmother killed in home invasion - http://wncn.com/2016/08/27/man-charged-with-murder-after-nc-grandmother-killed-in-home-invasion/ Suspect - http://webapps6.doc.state.nc.us/opi/viewoffender.do?method=view&offenderID=0878664&searchLastName=Goins&searchFirstName=James&listurl=pagelistoffendersearchresults&listpage=1   Tech Tips with The Barron  - Trident The Million Dollar Dissident: NSO Group’s iPhone Zero-Days used against a UAE Human Rights Defender - https://citizenlab.org/2016/08/million-dollar-dissident-iphone-zero-day-nso-group-uae/   The Main Topic - The Ruger American Rifle at Walmart The Ruger American Rifle - http://www.ruger.com/products/americanRifle/models.html Burris 420083 Zee Rings (1-Inch, Low, Matte Black) - http://amzn.to/2bX0ypN Leupold VX-1 3-9x40mm Rifle Scope w/ Free Shipping - http://www.opticsplanet.com/leupold-vari-x-i-3-9x40mm-rifle-scope-with-matte-black-finish-and-duplex-reticle.html?_iv_code=LU-RS-VX1-39x40-113874 Use discount code "1B4C617" for $15 off Leopold is giving $50 mail in rebates FTW Ranch - http://ftwsaam.com/   The Bridge - Campus Carry and the Grey (Wo)Man Minor Details - http://frontsightpress.com/2016/08/minor-details/ Senate Bill 2376 - http://share.tn.gov/sos/acts/109/pub/pc1061.pdf Students react to new guns on campus legislation - http://wreg.com/2016/05/03/students-react-to-new-guns-on-campus-legislation/   Blue Collar Prepping - Good Survival Television Anything with Les Stroud - http://www.lesstroud.ca/survivorman/ Alone - http://www.history.com/shows/alone Naked and Afraid XL - http://www.discovery.com/tv-shows/naked-and-afraid-xl/ Dual Survival - http://www.discovery.com/tv-shows/dual-survival/   This Week in Anti-Gun Nuttery - Maura Healey: Lazy and Stupid or Liar? AG Healey Fox25 Interview: http://www.fox25boston.com/news/mass-ag-maura-healey-says-shes-ruled-out-a-run-for-higher-office/424236663 Schrödinger’s Gun: http://www.weerdworld.com/2016/massachusetts-assault-weapons-debacle-schrodingers-gun/ Massachusetts Assault Weapon Ban text: https://malegislature.gov/Laws/GeneralLaws/PartI/TitleXX/Chapter140/Section121   Plug of the Week - The Parasol Protectorate and Finishing School series by Gail Carriger The Parasol Protectorate Boxed Set: Soulless, Changeless, Blameless, Heartless and Timeless - http://amzn.to/2bJageZ Finishing School Series - http://amzn.to/2cwTO2u Gail Carriger - http://amzn.to/2bK2kuQ

The Enginerdy Show
EPISODE 175 - JT Pender Interview

The Enginerdy Show

Play Episode Listen Later Jun 26, 2016


This week on The Enginerdy Show, Mr. Pold interviews talented rapper and producer JT Pender (music featured in this episode), St. Jimmy tells what to do with used batteries, and D'Viddy mourns the loss of Star Trek's Anton Yelchin. Consumption: Mr. Pold - The Giver, Central Intelligence, Listening, Judas Unchained, James Veitch St. Jimmy - 2012, Overboard D'Viddy - Goonies, Gattaca, Mr. Robot, Furious 7, The Force Unleashed, Australia's Most Dangerous, This Old House, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, Underworld, Dual Survival, World's Largest Nerf Gun, Bob Ross, 2001: A Space Odyssey Music Provided By: Greg Gibbs / Most Guitars Are Made of Trees JT Pender / Feel JT Pender / Fienin JT Pender / Fire in Ice JT Pender / Get to Know Ya JT Pender / I'm Good JT Pender / Got It Made

86 Charles
2.5 Years

86 Charles

Play Episode Listen Later May 26, 2016 65:19


John Derby and Travis Spencer try to wrap their minds around the idea that the core of the earth is 2.5 years younger than the crust.  At 5:41, they discuss trending topics including: an untouched 5.5 million year old cave, baby bison put in trunk of car by Yellowstone visitors, 5000 year old beer recipe, The Chinese elevated bus, and a lawsuit between Dual Survival co-hosts.  At 25:36, Jesse McIntosh ponders his first tattoo.  At 27:09, the failed athletes discuss the NBA playoffs and the Knicks hiring of Jeff Hornacek. At 44:28, the weekly Facebook World News Update.  At 45:15, BL 5000 sees a problems with the human species' relationship with wildlife.  At 47:59, Deb Loftis gloats on her third Survivor Fantasy League Championship! Finally, at 53:18, Brian the Martial Arts Teacher tells a story of attempting to cheat to earn a black belt! #anthropomorphism

Big Party Morning Show
9AM DUAL SURVIVAL CRIERS, EXIT OMAHA 71

Big Party Morning Show

Play Episode Listen Later Jan 21, 2016 17:02


 9AM DUAL SURVIVAL CRIERS, EXIT OMAHA 71

The Equip 2 Endure Podcast
E2E Podcast Episode 336, Dual Survival Impact and the Knock Out Game

The Equip 2 Endure Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Jul 4, 2014 110:00


Equip2Endure Podcast is brought to you by:   Dogwood Custom Knives : http://www.dogwoodcustomknives.com/ dealers usa made blade, edge works, Arizona custom knife Live Fire Gear LLC: http://www.livefiregearllc.com/   Videos of the Week. 550 FireCord and Live Fire Update with Roger Fandrich by Equip 2 Endure HD E2E Podcast Episode 334 Adam and Robby go Wild by Equip 2 Endure HD Gavko Knives Interview at Blade Show 2014 HD E2E Podcast Episode 333 Post 2014 Blade Show Special by Equip 2 Endure HD Bushcraft Global with Joe Flowers at Blade Show 2014 HD E2E Podcast Episode 332 2014 Blade Show Special by Equip 2 Endure HD Karen Hood CRKT Booth Review at Blade Show 2014 by Equip 2 Endure HD LT Wright Handcrafted Knives at Blade Show 2014 by Equip 2 Endure HD   Survival Discussion:   Robby: I got a sneak peak at the new “Woods Wanderer” program for the SDL program on the Forums   Adam: Knock Out Game: http://offgridsurvival.com/knockout-game-streets/   Cody Lundin: https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=799106140101591&set=a.180034708675407.47330.124508247561387&type=1   Dan: How many people actually look to see were the exits are on an airplane?   News:   Adam: http://masterwoodsman.com/2014/survival-entertainment-cody-lundin/   Dan: Getting ready for my trip with Bush Craft global but can not find boots to fit my hobbit feet.   Gear Picks/Spotlight:   Adam: Vanquest TRIDENT-20 backpack http://www.vanquest.com/products/trident-20-backpack.html   Dan: niteize  Cam Jam http://www.niteize.com/product/CamJam.asp

The Equip 2 Endure Podcast
E2E Podcast Episode 334: Where is Dan? Adam and Robby go Wild

The Equip 2 Endure Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Jun 20, 2014 66:00


Podcast 334 (6/20/14) Summer has started and while Dan is taking a well break after Blade Show 2014, Adam and Robby are back at it!  This episode we focus on Survival Shows like Dual Survival, and Naked and Afraid.  So listen up TV people, we will tell you how to make a great show! Equip2Endure Podcast is brought to you by: Dogwood Custom Knives : http://www.dogwoodcustomknives.com Live Fire Gear LLC: http://www.livefiregearllc.com/ Videos of the Week. Battle Horse Knives BHK at Blade Show 2014 Habilis Bushtools at Blade Show 2014 Fiddleback Forge, Andy Roy at Blade Show 2014 Dogwood Custom Knives at Blade Show 2014

It's Rainmaking Time!®
Dual Survival: Four Years in the Wilderness

It's Rainmaking Time!®

Play Episode Listen Later Feb 1, 2014 61:27


Dual Survival co-host and primitive skills expert Cody Lundin returns to its rainmaking time after four years in the wild! We discuss his wilderness experiences on Dual Survival, his life as a public figure, and survival tips from When All Hell Breaks Loose and 98.6: The Art of Keeping Your Ass Alive.

The Human Upgrade with Dave Asprey
#56 Biohacking Apocalypse Survival, Stress Inoculation & Shamans, with Sam Sheridan

The Human Upgrade with Dave Asprey

Play Episode Listen Later Aug 13, 2013 50:57


In an apocalypse, how would you biohack your survival? This episode dives into answering this question and discusses all things stress-related. It was a blast having Sam Sheridan, best selling author of The Disaster Diaries: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Apocalypse, on the show to talk about a wide variety of topics ranging from endurance vs. interval training to Cooper’s Color Code and shamans. You’ll hear about the science and psychology of stress, the best way to handle stress, and how to better your chances of surviving an apocalypse. Sam Sheridan was an amateur MMA fighter, EMT, wild-land fire fighter, cowboy, sailor and worked construction at the South Pole. He is also the best selling author of A Fighters Heart: One Man’s Journey Through the World of Fighting, he Fighters Mind: Inside the Mental Game. During research for his latest book The Disaster Diaries: Sam immerses himself in the survivalist and dooms-day preparation subculture by:  Attending stunt driving school;  Learning the art of eskrima (Filipino knife fighting); Participating in Cody Lundin’s (Dual Survival on Discovery Channel) Aboriginal Living Skills School; Learning how to steal a car with ex-gang bangers in Los Angeles. A large portion of The Disaster Diaries explains the bio-chemical cocktail that our bodies produce during moments of intense stress (i.e.  an apocalypse.) 

Bulletproof Radio
#56 Biohacking Apocalypse Survival, Stress Inoculation & Shamans, with Sam Sheridan

Bulletproof Radio

Play Episode Listen Later Aug 13, 2013 50:57


In an apocalypse, how would you biohack your survival? This episode dives into answering this question and discusses all things stress-related. It was a blast having Sam Sheridan, best selling author of The Disaster Diaries: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Apocalypse, on the show to talk about a wide variety of topics ranging from endurance vs. interval training to Cooper’s Color Code and shamans. You’ll hear about the science and psychology of stress, the best way to handle stress, and how to better your chances of surviving an apocalypse. Sam Sheridan was an amateur MMA fighter, EMT, wild-land fire fighter, cowboy, sailor and worked construction at the South Pole. He is also the best selling author of A Fighters Heart: One Man’s Journey Through the World of Fighting, he Fighters Mind: Inside the Mental Game. During research for his latest book The Disaster Diaries: Sam immerses himself in the survivalist and dooms-day preparation subculture by:  Attending stunt driving school;  Learning the art of eskrima (Filipino knife fighting); Participating in Cody Lundin’s (Dual Survival on Discovery Channel) Aboriginal Living Skills School; Learning how to steal a car with ex-gang bangers in Los Angeles. A large portion of The Disaster Diaries explains the bio-chemical cocktail that our bodies produce during moments of intense stress (i.e.  an apocalypse.) 

The Equip 2 Endure Podcast
Equip 2 Endure Network: Episode 1/03/2013

The Equip 2 Endure Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Jan 4, 2013 61:00


It's a new year and we are back!  Nuff Said! - Adam & Robby