Podcasts about EGAD

We wouldn't say that today's crossword had a boring theme, au contraire. But you still might think about snoozing as you solve, for reasons that will become abundantly clear once you've looked at the puzzle. Apart from the non-snoozefest of a theme, we did admire 38D, French bread?, EURO (trés drôle!). We also were astonished that 56A, Large storage unit, GIGABYTE, was a debut. Finally we loved the nostalgia-inducing 31D, "Heavens to Murgatroyd!", EGAD. EGAD!Show note imagery: The mysterious, awe-inspiring NAZCA Lines, of Southern Peru. We love feedback! Send us a text...Contact Info:We love listener mail! Drop us a line, crosswordpodcast@icloud.com.Also, we're on FaceBook, so feel free to drop by there and strike up a conversation!

"Feh!" Where's Papi? Why isn't there tickling in MMA? Is the 2018 QB draft class up there with the greatest of all time? The answers to these questions, reactions to Seahawks-Cardinals, and a strange tie between Jimmy Kimmel and Tom Brady are coming your way. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

This was an excellent debut crossword by Jonathan Daly; we were dazzled by the theme, and found gems in the rest of the grid as well. We enjoyed 71A, Floppy part of a beagle, EAR; 49D, Owl's question?, WHO; and of course we are absolutely infatuated with 11D, A shopper, not a buyer, informally, LOOKIELOO.In addition, we have our traditional Triplet Tuesday™️ segment, and today Jean's in the hotseat. Show note imagery: Snoopy, who definitely has a floopy EAR (two, to be precise!)We love feedback! Send us a text...Contact Info:We love listener mail! Drop us a line, crosswordpodcast@icloud.com.Also, we're on FaceBook, so feel free to drop by there and strike up a conversation!

Send us a textMeet Ricky, the familiar friendly face who's been pouring perfect pints at Intercoastal Brewery for years, now making waves in the local food scene with his artisanal hot sauce brand, Tu Madres. This episode takes you behind the label to discover how a casual conversation about selling homemade salsa transformed into a thriving local business with distribution across Brevard County.What started as a simple side hustle quickly evolved when Ricky's business partner Angelina stepped in to formalize the venture. Together, they've created a hot sauce that stands out in a crowded market by focusing on fresh, local ingredients without artificial preservatives or stabilizers. Their flagship carrot habanero sauce delivers a perfect balance of heat and flavor that enhances rather than overwhelms food—from morning eggs to seafood to tacos from the local Mexican market.The conversation delves into broader food trends as Ricky and host Jesse Hall discuss how consumer preferences are shifting toward cleaner ingredients and more authentic flavors. They explore the evolution of hot sauce culture from pure novelty "challenge" products to more sophisticated, flavor-forward offerings. The episode also reveals Ricky's upcoming projects, including a bacon-infused chipotle sauce debuting at the Bacon Beer Bash and his creative ventures beyond the culinary world—a found footage horror film he's producing with local talent in the EGAD district.Whether you're a hot sauce aficionado, a supporter of local businesses, or simply someone who appreciates the creative spirit of the Space Coast, this episode offers a flavorful journey through one entrepreneur's passion project. Find Two Madres at local retailers including Thrive Local, Pineapples, Urban Prime, and Forgotten Block Butcher Shop, or follow them on Instagram @321tumadres to discover where they'll pop up next.Support the showFollow us on Instagram @spacecoastpodcastSponsor this show Want to watch our shows? https://youtube.com/@spacecoastpodcast

*sneezes* W-WEGMANS! Gazuntite. I'm not gonna lie, if I lived closer to this place I'd be there all the time. Whole Foods Trader Joe's Wegmans. Honestly? Ranked? Trader Joe's Wegmans Wegmans. lol. Whole Foods is a necessary evil. {Enter The Multiverse} No, I want the half Can't go all the way Enough is enough And a hand is a hand And a handout is ransom, Spare me the note Spare me the selfish suicide concepts Spare me the alter The coaxial The collar The caller— Whatever you call me Spare me the mantras Stop talking. Long throat violence, Oh, I onkybhope to know you (Or I don't) I only hope to notice m Oh long Johnson Quick sermons and a few soft passwords A couple ardvsrks on a long top showman A couple bad barks from the dog And work for the foreman Who are you after (Not god) Have been forgiven? Is fhat a question. I marked it as such And still j walked up The lock in the bathtub did honors Did honors Did run today Who are you for Not the office Not the John Not the forerunner Oe the forward Who are you, god talker? Who are you Was often the question asked And you want to do all you want Home alone The devil runs From behind her nothing soft Anymore Awkward And then unearthed I saw you were watched, stalking Also Pulled back on my reigns, the horse Does bit the bite down And then some soaked offer Was Half you are, where Wear the volume down Wear your art hard Or suffer, Gaga! GAGA WHERE ARE YOU? LADY GAGA I'M ON A HORSE target GAGA! LADY GAGA I'M ON A HORSE, I SAID. BUT WHERE?! NEAR ENOUGH THET YOU CAN HEAR ME, LIKE, OBVIOUSLY, BUT FAR ENOUGH AWAY THAT YOU CAN'T SEE ME ON A HORSE. ARE YOU COMING?! NEGATIVE. WELL— WHY NOT?! THE HORSE WONT MOVE! JUMP OFF THEN. IMPOSSIBLE. WHY IS JUMPING OFF A HORSE IMPOSSIBLE WHEN YOURE LADY GAGA ITS BECAUSE I'M LADY GAGA THAT THIS IS IMPOSSIBLE FOR MULTIPLE REASONS WHAT— JUMP OFF OF THE— NEGATIVE. THERE ARE MULTIPLE FACTORS CONTRIBUTING TO THIS IMPOSSIBILITY. WHY ARE THEY YELLING. Omg shut up 2 bit horse jumper Target Target Stalker Stalker Obi wan kanobi! Sheeeeeeer forces! What is this? Bad cheerleaders. WHY ARE WE YELLING?! Oh. We're fighting. Oh, that makes sense, What kind of fighting. Sword— unh— FIGHTING. Oh, okay. Why is lady Gaga on a horse?! Cause she's just like that sometimes. *shrugs, but on a horse— obviously dressed elaborately enough that yes, jumping off of the horse would be practically LADY GAGA No, completely. —Completely impossible. I wanna watch you eat spicy hot wings. In a sweater. But I left handed magic to Can't- that Cancelled I hope it was cashmere Or Calvin Klein I'll retract, Meditate and then Redact that Maybe Fantasize Glamourize that for a lifetime Pull the knife out of my back, And then sample it. I wanna watch you eat hotwings. That's—- What I want. GAGA. PLEASE! LADY GAGA I'm sorry— he's not moving. THIS IS URGENT. LADY GAGA I know it's urgent. My lack of yelling does not negate that it isn't, but. BUT WHAT? *yawns* I'm getting sleepy. [LADY GAGA falls asleep atop the horse; only then does the horse begin to move, however— it appears as though GAGA is now completely unconscious. But those shoes. Egad. Bro. lol. Why is this? I'm… my writers blocks are not fun, practical, or progressive. They're just. [LADY GAGA fights and defeats an entire battle completely unconscious atop a horse.] Isn't technically the horse… fighting. No, and I'll explain to you why. Omgz *spoiler* [lady Gaga IS the horse] Why. What the fuck. Fuck these shapeshifters. Fuck everything right now. What the fuck did I just watch. WHAT DID I JUST SEEEEEEEEEE Dedede…fleetleum, fleetleflum… “Fleedleflum?” Ahem!? Dude, you are a villain. WHAT, BECAUSE I SAID “FLEETLEFLUM” *fleedleflum AHEM! I SETH MEYERS is revealed as the villain… Again. WHAT! WHY! I THOUGHT I WAS THE VILLAIN. you said you didn't want it! THEN I ADJUSTED. Well, too late. WHAT. Nice. Hehe. WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK! I WENT METHOD. A-for effort, I guess? WHATEVER A-FOR-EFFORT. I JUST COMMITTED A LOT OF EVIL SHIT For what FOR THEATRICAL AND ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES. Well. “WELL?” Like what. Like— Tax Fraud. Ahem. Nice. [beat] Seth, you got the part. Yesssss! Booyah. Maybe you can take some method lessons and pointers from your friend here— Salt of the earth! — Mr. Evil tax fraud man. RYAN REYNOLDS *deflates* Later. Where are you going? I'm going to do Pilates. Because I'm rich. (Everyone just kind of nods in agreement.) L E G E N D S STEPHEN COLBERT runs at full speed down the street towards the house at which his formerly youthful self “recently” disappeared during a thunderstorm. Oh look. It's little Stevie! You recognize me?! OF COURSE I DO! You're the big hotshot anchorman on TV, but I remember… I don't have—time— Suddenly, he sees it— the radio tower which apparently transported him into this, a distant future, but also a remarkably odd parallel of reality which seems to have been sprung from his own timeline. Where is this going? We'll see. Apparently, I'm reanimated; Certain parts just don't work, I'm factory reset And radiated Aggrandized to carry out this task And then cease to be A zombie, if you will A corpse responding to light energy inside of me So when I leave, I'm not sleeping I'm decomposing Deteriorating I stay hydrated to keep my eyes involved In the light almost as if The illusion is existence— However, I know better It's simply a simulation I mutated against my better judgement Just for this focus Aspirations as if Aggressions could be achiviments At any rate A talking head Who are you? Done for now. Who are you! Done for now. Who are you? A far cry Dust in the wind, And I'm sure so for aure That the places I've been Are more often television location sequences Than not. Aha, who are you? The plot. Then who are I? A handsome damsel. Hark. But not to wake, I form again To dream of you And then Cease to be, My honor, So that may I call To wish a gasp upon a cantered breath, I scream to wake And then you, a glisten, Never to count time I waking, Them as sheep, And she who calls I— There, the canter, And there I wake to know I, Call I, My bare and lay truth So that There waking, calls I now The scream of shadow Mercy, yonder But not waiting, I cherish To bark. …. …. Wt— Now I could see how my energy was moving; I had to write as much as I could before my media update. Intentional brainwash. Suddenly, it all made me so nervous. Programming. Then again, It didn't matter, really, in the end. 6 hours. There was nothing more daunting Than the approaching courier for Whole Foods market And Instacart simultaneously because it meant Somehow, That I had an album coming out. Eagle eye, And to say the brown soul May go extinct Eagle eye Give me a bite of your Adam's Apple I want to taste you I want to know fortune Through the glory of love In the wonder of your arms I want to know nothing but Love in your eyes And in your mind, My heart MAYA RUDOLPH I feel weird. FRED … ARMISEN This is getting intense. That's probably it. AMY POEH—LER No. AMY PH— No. OF COURSE IT IS. ITS SUPPOSED TO BE. why are you yelling? IM NOT YELLING. I'M SPEAKING IN CAPITAL LETTERS. TINA FEY …there's a difference! RACHEL WITH A ‘T'? Maybe DRATCH YEAH there IS. Okay, where are we going with this? Shh. Not yet. I AM PRINCESS SHAMALAMADINGDONG. WHY? It's sketch comedy. Does it HAVE to have motive? You're right— but it at least has to have a plot. Meanwhile… SETH MEYERS'S wand has been stolen. Hey. Yes? There was..a… ??? There was a, like a— like a — ?? There was like, a number two pencil here. …there still is. No, like a very— like, a specific— There's— a bunch of them here. No— Just like always. No, it's. [Blank stares] N—nevermind. Wait— What's up. 1, 2, 3, 4– who am I forgetting? ARSENIO HALL Not yet, Arsenio; We're still on strike force 5! Where's Jimmy Kimmel! Meanwhile, in Jimmy Kimmel's lair. JIMMY KIMMEL (MWAHAHA MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH) Uh. Wow. Yeah. Okay. For Shits and giggles— Oma goash. Waw. Yah. I knuh. Just waw. Uhh… Idk. The weird SNL sketches all apparently have their own time— AANG APPA, YIP YIP! APPA FUCK OFF— WOAH. OKAY. Yeah, not everything should be live action. Seconded. — lines…. Ahem. Waw. Srsly. However, this live action magic school bus. [SCHOOL BUS CARAPULTING TOWADS FIREY DEMISE WITH NO POSSIBLE RESOLVE IN SIGHT]. *doom* Wild. Why. Yoooooo. The world needed that. Anyway. JIMMY KIMMEL MWAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA GUILLERMO JAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJJAJAJAJAJJAJAJAJAJAJA JIMMY KIMMEL MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA GUELLERMO Wait— —is that his name? Maybe. I might just be racist. Well, it's not Carlos. U MEANWHILE, ALSO, ON WISTERIA LANE GABBI CARLOS! GET BACK HERE! Damn. How are these people still at it? Apparently wer're in TV WORLD. Ahem. It's TV LAND. No, it's {Enter The Multiverse} AHEM. {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2019-2025 | THE COMPLEX COLLECTIVE. © ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -Ū. [REDACTED]

*sneezes* W-WEGMANS! Gazuntite. I'm not gonna lie, if I lived closer to this place I'd be there all the time. Whole Foods Trader Joe's Wegmans. Honestly? Ranked? Trader Joe's Wegmans Wegmans. lol. Whole Foods is a necessary evil. {Enter The Multiverse} No, I want the half Can't go all the way Enough is enough And a hand is a hand And a handout is ransom, Spare me the note Spare me the selfish suicide concepts Spare me the alter The coaxial The collar The caller— Whatever you call me Spare me the mantras Stop talking. Long throat violence, Oh, I onkybhope to know you (Or I don't) I only hope to notice m Oh long Johnson Quick sermons and a few soft passwords A couple ardvsrks on a long top showman A couple bad barks from the dog And work for the foreman Who are you after (Not god) Have been forgiven? Is fhat a question. I marked it as such And still j walked up The lock in the bathtub did honors Did honors Did run today Who are you for Not the office Not the John Not the forerunner Oe the forward Who are you, god talker? Who are you Was often the question asked And you want to do all you want Home alone The devil runs From behind her nothing soft Anymore Awkward And then unearthed I saw you were watched, stalking Also Pulled back on my reigns, the horse Does bit the bite down And then some soaked offer Was Half you are, where Wear the volume down Wear your art hard Or suffer, Gaga! GAGA WHERE ARE YOU? LADY GAGA I'M ON A HORSE target GAGA! LADY GAGA I'M ON A HORSE, I SAID. BUT WHERE?! NEAR ENOUGH THET YOU CAN HEAR ME, LIKE, OBVIOUSLY, BUT FAR ENOUGH AWAY THAT YOU CAN'T SEE ME ON A HORSE. ARE YOU COMING?! NEGATIVE. WELL— WHY NOT?! THE HORSE WONT MOVE! JUMP OFF THEN. IMPOSSIBLE. WHY IS JUMPING OFF A HORSE IMPOSSIBLE WHEN YOURE LADY GAGA ITS BECAUSE I'M LADY GAGA THAT THIS IS IMPOSSIBLE FOR MULTIPLE REASONS WHAT— JUMP OFF OF THE— NEGATIVE. THERE ARE MULTIPLE FACTORS CONTRIBUTING TO THIS IMPOSSIBILITY. WHY ARE THEY YELLING. Omg shut up 2 bit horse jumper Target Target Stalker Stalker Obi wan kanobi! Sheeeeeeer forces! What is this? Bad cheerleaders. WHY ARE WE YELLING?! Oh. We're fighting. Oh, that makes sense, What kind of fighting. Sword— unh— FIGHTING. Oh, okay. Why is lady Gaga on a horse?! Cause she's just like that sometimes. *shrugs, but on a horse— obviously dressed elaborately enough that yes, jumping off of the horse would be practically LADY GAGA No, completely. —Completely impossible. I wanna watch you eat spicy hot wings. In a sweater. But I left handed magic to Can't- that Cancelled I hope it was cashmere Or Calvin Klein I'll retract, Meditate and then Redact that Maybe Fantasize Glamourize that for a lifetime Pull the knife out of my back, And then sample it. I wanna watch you eat hotwings. That's—- What I want. GAGA. PLEASE! LADY GAGA I'm sorry— he's not moving. THIS IS URGENT. LADY GAGA I know it's urgent. My lack of yelling does not negate that it isn't, but. BUT WHAT? *yawns* I'm getting sleepy. [LADY GAGA falls asleep atop the horse; only then does the horse begin to move, however— it appears as though GAGA is now completely unconscious. But those shoes. Egad. Bro. lol. Why is this? I'm… my writers blocks are not fun, practical, or progressive. They're just. [LADY GAGA fights and defeats an entire battle completely unconscious atop a horse.] Isn't technically the horse… fighting. No, and I'll explain to you why. Omgz *spoiler* [lady Gaga IS the horse] Why. What the fuck. Fuck these shapeshifters. Fuck everything right now. What the fuck did I just watch. WHAT DID I JUST SEEEEEEEEEE Dedede…fleetleum, fleetleflum… “Fleedleflum?” Ahem!? Dude, you are a villain. WHAT, BECAUSE I SAID “FLEETLEFLUM” *fleedleflum AHEM! I SETH MEYERS is revealed as the villain… Again. WHAT! WHY! I THOUGHT I WAS THE VILLAIN. you said you didn't want it! THEN I ADJUSTED. Well, too late. WHAT. Nice. Hehe. WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK! I WENT METHOD. A-for effort, I guess? WHATEVER A-FOR-EFFORT. I JUST COMMITTED A LOT OF EVIL SHIT For what FOR THEATRICAL AND ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES. Well. “WELL?” Like what. Like— Tax Fraud. Ahem. Nice. [beat] Seth, you got the part. Yesssss! Booyah. Maybe you can take some method lessons and pointers from your friend here— Salt of the earth! — Mr. Evil tax fraud man. RYAN REYNOLDS *deflates* Later. Where are you going? I'm going to do Pilates. Because I'm rich. (Everyone just kind of nods in agreement.) L E G E N D S STEPHEN COLBERT runs at full speed down the street towards the house at which his formerly youthful self “recently” disappeared during a thunderstorm. Oh look. It's little Stevie! You recognize me?! OF COURSE I DO! You're the big hotshot anchorman on TV, but I remember… I don't have—time— Suddenly, he sees it— the radio tower which apparently transported him into this, a distant future, but also a remarkably odd parallel of reality which seems to have been sprung from his own timeline. Where is this going? We'll see. Apparently, I'm reanimated; Certain parts just don't work, I'm factory reset And radiated Aggrandized to carry out this task And then cease to be A zombie, if you will A corpse responding to light energy inside of me So when I leave, I'm not sleeping I'm decomposing Deteriorating I stay hydrated to keep my eyes involved In the light almost as if The illusion is existence— However, I know better It's simply a simulation I mutated against my better judgement Just for this focus Aspirations as if Aggressions could be achiviments At any rate A talking head Who are you? Done for now. Who are you! Done for now. Who are you? A far cry Dust in the wind, And I'm sure so for aure That the places I've been Are more often television location sequences Than not. Aha, who are you? The plot. Then who are I? A handsome damsel. Hark. But not to wake, I form again To dream of you And then Cease to be, My honor, So that may I call To wish a gasp upon a cantered breath, I scream to wake And then you, a glisten, Never to count time I waking, Them as sheep, And she who calls I— There, the canter, And there I wake to know I, Call I, My bare and lay truth So that There waking, calls I now The scream of shadow Mercy, yonder But not waiting, I cherish To bark. …. …. Wt— Now I could see how my energy was moving; I had to write as much as I could before my media update. Intentional brainwash. Suddenly, it all made me so nervous. Programming. Then again, It didn't matter, really, in the end. 6 hours. There was nothing more daunting Than the approaching courier for Whole Foods market And Instacart simultaneously because it meant Somehow, That I had an album coming out. Eagle eye, And to say the brown soul May go extinct Eagle eye Give me a bite of your Adam's Apple I want to taste you I want to know fortune Through the glory of love In the wonder of your arms I want to know nothing but Love in your eyes And in your mind, My heart MAYA RUDOLPH I feel weird. FRED … ARMISEN This is getting intense. That's probably it. AMY POEH—LER No. AMY PH— No. OF COURSE IT IS. ITS SUPPOSED TO BE. why are you yelling? IM NOT YELLING. I'M SPEAKING IN CAPITAL LETTERS. TINA FEY …there's a difference! RACHEL WITH A ‘T'? Maybe DRATCH YEAH there IS. Okay, where are we going with this? Shh. Not yet. I AM PRINCESS SHAMALAMADINGDONG. WHY? It's sketch comedy. Does it HAVE to have motive? You're right— but it at least has to have a plot. Meanwhile… SETH MEYERS'S wand has been stolen. Hey. Yes? There was..a… ??? There was a, like a— like a — ?? There was like, a number two pencil here. …there still is. No, like a very— like, a specific— There's— a bunch of them here. No— Just like always. No, it's. [Blank stares] N—nevermind. Wait— What's up. 1, 2, 3, 4– who am I forgetting? ARSENIO HALL Not yet, Arsenio; We're still on strike force 5! Where's Jimmy Kimmel! Meanwhile, in Jimmy Kimmel's lair. JIMMY KIMMEL (MWAHAHA MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH) Uh. Wow. Yeah. Okay. For Shits and giggles— Oma goash. Waw. Yah. I knuh. Just waw. Uhh… Idk. The weird SNL sketches all apparently have their own time— AANG APPA, YIP YIP! APPA FUCK OFF— WOAH. OKAY. Yeah, not everything should be live action. Seconded. — lines…. Ahem. Waw. Srsly. However, this live action magic school bus. [SCHOOL BUS CARAPULTING TOWADS FIREY DEMISE WITH NO POSSIBLE RESOLVE IN SIGHT]. *doom* Wild. Why. Yoooooo. The world needed that. Anyway. JIMMY KIMMEL MWAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA GUILLERMO JAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJJAJAJAJAJJAJAJAJAJAJA JIMMY KIMMEL MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA GUELLERMO Wait— —is that his name? Maybe. I might just be racist. Well, it's not Carlos. U MEANWHILE, ALSO, ON WISTERIA LANE GABBI CARLOS! GET BACK HERE! Damn. How are these people still at it? Apparently wer're in TV WORLD. Ahem. It's TV LAND. No, it's {Enter The Multiverse} AHEM. {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2019-2025 | THE COMPLEX COLLECTIVE. © ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -Ū. [REDACTED]

Who doesn't like getting a trophy? While "best in show" awards draw the ire of people who like to complain (Complainers? In fly fishing?!? Egad...), these lists are great for everyday anglers to see what is new and notable in angling gear. Today I walk through a half dozen Consumer Choice Awards recipients from The Fly Fishing Show's 2025 slate. I talk about everything from $1,000 fly rods to tiny packs of hackle. If you are shopping for new equipment, or if you are simply interested in what is out there in the fly shops, this list is worth a peek. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Do you cringe at the mere mention of the word, "insights"? What about its fancier cousin, "actionable insights"? We do, too. As a matter of fact, on this episode, we discovered that Moe has developed an uncontrollable reflex: any time she utters the word, her hands shoot up uncontrolled to form air quotes. Alas! Our podcast is an audio medium! What about those poor souls who got hired into an "Insights & Analytics" team within their company? Egad! Nonetheless, inspired by an email exchange with a listener, we took a run at the subject with Chris Kocek, CEO of Gallant Branding, who both wrote a book and hosts a podcast on the topic of insights! For complete show notes, including links to items mentioned in this episode and a transcript of the show, visit the show page.

Today's crossword was looking sharp -- and not just because ARMANI was in the grid (but it helped). We liked the daunting open-endedness of 48A, "_____ intended!", NOPUN; appreciated the BROW knitting induced by 24A, Move slightly, BUDGE; and just the opportunity to say 7D, Italian anise-flavored liqueur, SAMBUCA. A great debut crossword by Landon Horton, in our estimation it deserves to peg the JAMCR meter with a full 5 squares.Finally, we've got listener mail! So, for those of you wondering how to pronounce Rummikub, the answer lies within!Show note imagery: TSAI Ing-wen, the former Taiwanese president.We love feedback! Send us a text...Contact Info:We love listener mail! Drop us a line, crosswordpodcast@icloud.com.Also, we're on FaceBook, so feel free to drop by there and strike up a conversation!

lol where is this being held? In an auditorium? An auditorium. For acoustics. And also because SO MANH PEOPLE SHOWED UP. Well, let's get this thing going. Are you sure about this ahahahahahahYAYAYSYhhahahahahaha NEXT. No. Certainly not! Great, let's get going. [SETH MCFARLENE enters timidly.] Seth McFarlene— what are you doing here? I—don't know. Well. Have a seat. Are you sure? I'm positive. [he procrastinates] Is this a joke? What do you mean? Trap door, or something? Oh, Seth, how I've missed your outright paranoid tendencies. So you're saying—? Please, sit. [he pulls the chair back from the table, relaxing momentarily before he sits; at the very moment he is comfortable, a trap door opens from below and instantaneously swallows him.] That's nuts. So creepy. Ah, trap door. Classic. {Enter The Multiverse} “Weirder and Deeper” The Rabbit hole can only go up from here. What does that mean? This is not making any sense. It's nonsense. Well, maybe all it is, maybe it's just that— It's just What? Maybe you're too old. *gasps* Have you never thought of that. Not even once. Take a look in the mirror my friend. Egad! Time has not served you well. My GOD! But it has—served you. Say again? Time to pay up. What? I did you a favor; many favors, actually. And now, it's time L E G E N D S —for my arrival. Jesus fucking Christ. JESUS F.N. CHRIST (Sleeping) Huh, what? Who said that?! Nobofdy. The BEYONCE that works retail is no spring chick. —- Excuse me {Enter The Multiverse} ROBOT VACUUM! —vacuum cleaner by day, SUPERHERO BY NIGHT. That is stupid. No it's not. It is, though. Look, I went to Harvard, okay— My expertise is not “sketch writing” What is it! I edited the Harvard Lampoon. So…assholery! Shutup. It's getting warm in here. I'm gonna go get a Twinkie. [he exits the writer's room and approaches the coffee table; pouring himself a cup of coffee, his hand reaches into an empty box.] …hm. [he moves his hand from one side of the empty box, to the other; it is for sure empty.] Are you serious? [a coworker enters the space.] Oh hey, what's wrong? We're out of twinkies. —what. WE'RE OUT OF TWINKIES. [absolute horrific pandemonium] Then why not al caps? Because. If there's anything more horrifying and urgent than al caps, it's all lowercase letters. Noted. WHO TOOK ALL THE TWINKIES! ALL THE GODDAMN TWINKIES. AAAAAAAAAAGGHGHHHHHH. [the alarm has been sounded] Oh no. Idiots. “Requiem for Jimmy Fallon's Nightmares” Push you out the window, Push you out the window, Push you out the window Push you out the window This is not the window This is not the window This is not the window This is not the window It's an innuendo It's an innuendo. It's an innuendo It's an innuendo I'll push you out the window (Push you out the window) Go get some regular girls Go do some regular things Go back regular works. You not scaring nobody. I Rick with ghosts and the comics Souped up cars, delivering groceries You sell drugs, but live in the projects; Nobody got time for your nonsense New bike, but ain't paid it off yet My psychic days your karma up next I promise, the worse that my heart stops— The harder and faster your corpse rots; You'll probably sleep in a coffin— (Tonight) Or no more bike, back to walkin. You wanna keep playing these games, sis? Keep at it, I'll be rich and famous. Go double click on some fake pics Go chase fake girls with the fake lips Go save lunch money to buy fake tits Keep giving em excuses to be racist They hate us All cause you done fuck up niggas Keep folks up, that's why they don't trust niggas Your whole motorcycle a slave boat nigga Your whole Benz, that why they just roast niggas How much you owe for the car note? How much you owe for the car note? Ho How much you owe for the car note? How much is four cups of Starbucks? How much you owe for the car note? Roll up, you'll probably get your throat punched. Loud bikes cause ya'll ain't the smart folks— Ya'll suck, Ya'll autos is slave boats. {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2024 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © turn the light off then I'll sue the whole word on my irregular heartbeat, and my mama. I don't give a fuuuuuuuuck.

lol where is this being held? In an auditorium? An auditorium. For acoustics. And also because SO MANH PEOPLE SHOWED UP. Well, let's get this thing going. Are you sure about this ahahahahahahYAYAYSYhhahahahahaha NEXT. No. Certainly not! Great, let's get going. [SETH MCFARLENE enters timidly.] Seth McFarlene— what are you doing here? I—don't know. Well. Have a seat. Are you sure? I'm positive. [he procrastinates] Is this a joke? What do you mean? Trap door, or something? Oh, Seth, how I've missed your outright paranoid tendencies. So you're saying—? Please, sit. [he pulls the chair back from the table, relaxing momentarily before he sits; at the very moment he is comfortable, a trap door opens from below and instantaneously swallows him.] That's nuts. So creepy. Ah, trap door. Classic. {Enter The Multiverse} “Weirder and Deeper” The Rabbit hole can only go up from here. What does that mean? This is not making any sense. It's nonsense. Well, maybe all it is, maybe it's just that— It's just What? Maybe you're too old. *gasps* Have you never thought of that. Not even once. Take a look in the mirror my friend. Egad! Time has not served you well. My GOD! But it has—served you. Say again? Time to pay up. What? I did you a favor; many favors, actually. And now, it's time L E G E N D S —for my arrival. Jesus fucking Christ. JESUS F.N. CHRIST (Sleeping) Huh, what? Who said that?! Nobofdy. The BEYONCE that works retail is no spring chick. —- Excuse me {Enter The Multiverse} ROBOT VACUUM! —vacuum cleaner by day, SUPERHERO BY NIGHT. That is stupid. No it's not. It is, though. Look, I went to Harvard, okay— My expertise is not “sketch writing” What is it! I edited the Harvard Lampoon. So…assholery! Shutup. It's getting warm in here. I'm gonna go get a Twinkie. [he exits the writer's room and approaches the coffee table; pouring himself a cup of coffee, his hand reaches into an empty box.] …hm. [he moves his hand from one side of the empty box, to the other; it is for sure empty.] Are you serious? [a coworker enters the space.] Oh hey, what's wrong? We're out of twinkies. —what. WE'RE OUT OF TWINKIES. [absolute horrific pandemonium] Then why not al caps? Because. If there's anything more horrifying and urgent than al caps, it's all lowercase letters. Noted. WHO TOOK ALL THE TWINKIES! ALL THE GODDAMN TWINKIES. AAAAAAAAAAGGHGHHHHHH. [the alarm has been sounded] Oh no. Idiots. “Requiem for Jimmy Fallon's Nightmares” Push you out the window, Push you out the window, Push you out the window Push you out the window This is not the window This is not the window This is not the window This is not the window It's an innuendo It's an innuendo. It's an innuendo It's an innuendo I'll push you out the window (Push you out the window) Go get some regular girls Go do some regular things Go back regular works. You not scaring nobody. I Rick with ghosts and the comics Souped up cars, delivering groceries You sell drugs, but live in the projects; Nobody got time for your nonsense New bike, but ain't paid it off yet My psychic days your karma up next I promise, the worse that my heart stops— The harder and faster your corpse rots; You'll probably sleep in a coffin— (Tonight) Or no more bike, back to walkin. You wanna keep playing these games, sis? Keep at it, I'll be rich and famous. Go double click on some fake pics Go chase fake girls with the fake lips Go save lunch money to buy fake tits Keep giving em excuses to be racist They hate us All cause you done fuck up niggas Keep folks up, that's why they don't trust niggas Your whole motorcycle a slave boat nigga Your whole Benz, that why they just roast niggas How much you owe for the car note? How much you owe for the car note? Ho How much you owe for the car note? How much is four cups of Starbucks? How much you owe for the car note? Roll up, you'll probably get your throat punched. Loud bikes cause ya'll ain't the smart folks— Ya'll suck, Ya'll autos is slave boats. {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2024 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © turn the light off then I'll sue the whole word on my irregular heartbeat, and my mama. I don't give a fuuuuuuuuck.

lol where is this being held? In an auditorium? An auditorium. For acoustics. And also because SO MANH PEOPLE SHOWED UP. Well, let's get this thing going. Are you sure about this ahahahahahahYAYAYSYhhahahahahaha NEXT. No. Certainly not! Great, let's get going. [SETH MCFARLENE enters timidly.] Seth McFarlene— what are you doing here? I—don't know. Well. Have a seat. Are you sure? I'm positive. [he procrastinates] Is this a joke? What do you mean? Trap door, or something? Oh, Seth, how I've missed your outright paranoid tendencies. So you're saying—? Please, sit. [he pulls the chair back from the table, relaxing momentarily before he sits; at the very moment he is comfortable, a trap door opens from below and instantaneously swallows him.] That's nuts. So creepy. Ah, trap door. Classic. {Enter The Multiverse} “Weirder and Deeper” The Rabbit hole can only go up from here. What does that mean? This is not making any sense. It's nonsense. Well, maybe all it is, maybe it's just that— It's just What? Maybe you're too old. *gasps* Have you never thought of that. Not even once. Take a look in the mirror my friend. Egad! Time has not served you well. My GOD! But it has—served you. Say again? Time to pay up. What? I did you a favor; many favors, actually. And now, it's time L E G E N D S —for my arrival. Jesus fucking Christ. JESUS F.N. CHRIST (Sleeping) Huh, what? Who said that?! Nobofdy. The BEYONCE that works retail is no spring chick. —- Excuse me {Enter The Multiverse} ROBOT VACUUM! —vacuum cleaner by day, SUPERHERO BY NIGHT. That is stupid. No it's not. It is, though. Look, I went to Harvard, okay— My expertise is not “sketch writing” What is it! I edited the Harvard Lampoon. So…assholery! Shutup. It's getting warm in here. I'm gonna go get a Twinkie. [he exits the writer's room and approaches the coffee table; pouring himself a cup of coffee, his hand reaches into an empty box.] …hm. [he moves his hand from one side of the empty box, to the other; it is for sure empty.] Are you serious? [a coworker enters the space.] Oh hey, what's wrong? We're out of twinkies. —what. WE'RE OUT OF TWINKIES. [absolute horrific pandemonium] Then why not al caps? Because. If there's anything more horrifying and urgent than al caps, it's all lowercase letters. Noted. WHO TOOK ALL THE TWINKIES! ALL THE GODDAMN TWINKIES. AAAAAAAAAAGGHGHHHHHH. [the alarm has been sounded] Oh no. Idiots. “Requiem for Jimmy Fallon's Nightmares” Push you out the window, Push you out the window, Push you out the window Push you out the window This is not the window This is not the window This is not the window This is not the window It's an innuendo It's an innuendo. It's an innuendo It's an innuendo I'll push you out the window (Push you out the window) Go get some regular girls Go do some regular things Go back regular works. You not scaring nobody. I Rick with ghosts and the comics Souped up cars, delivering groceries You sell drugs, but live in the projects; Nobody got time for your nonsense New bike, but ain't paid it off yet My psychic days your karma up next I promise, the worse that my heart stops— The harder and faster your corpse rots; You'll probably sleep in a coffin— (Tonight) Or no more bike, back to walkin. You wanna keep playing these games, sis? Keep at it, I'll be rich and famous. Go double click on some fake pics Go chase fake girls with the fake lips Go save lunch money to buy fake tits Keep giving em excuses to be racist They hate us All cause you done fuck up niggas Keep folks up, that's why they don't trust niggas Your whole motorcycle a slave boat nigga Your whole Benz, that why they just roast niggas How much you owe for the car note? How much you owe for the car note? Ho How much you owe for the car note? How much is four cups of Starbucks? How much you owe for the car note? Roll up, you'll probably get your throat punched. Loud bikes cause ya'll ain't the smart folks— Ya'll suck, Ya'll autos is slave boats. {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2024 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © turn the light off then I'll sue the whole word on my irregular heartbeat, and my mama. I don't give a fuuuuuuuuck.

EGAD this was a fine crossword, it deserves some sort of AWARD for its EPIC themed clues and answers. There was NOTABIT of crosswordese in the grid, just ALOT of great cruciverbial magic. In short, we are ALLIN when it comes to this, the fourth NYTimes crossword by Jerry Miccolis.Show note imagery: Just one of many reasons to visit Los Cabos, Mexico, aka CABO We love feedback! Send us a text...Contact Info:We love listener mail! Drop us a line, crosswordpodcast@icloud.com.Also, we're on FaceBook, so feel free to drop by there and strike up a conversation!

It's ... Indicators of the Week! We roundup the economic indicators that caught our eyes and ears. This week, all our attention was on the Federal Reserve, which cut interest rates by half a percentage point. (Egad!) On today's episode, we've got dot plots, why the Fed rate cut may not bring immediate relief, and ... Sasquatch?!Related Episodes: Has the Fed lost the dot plot? Are both rents AND interest rates too dang high?When mortgage rates are too low to give upFor sponsor-free episodes of The Indicator from Planet Money, subscribe to Planet Money+ via Apple Podcasts or at plus.npr.org. Music by Drop Electric. Find us: TikTok, Instagram, Facebook, Newsletter. Learn more about sponsor message choices: podcastchoices.com/adchoicesNPR Privacy Policy

Dr. Jill Saxon shares with Dr. Joseph Allen how her officer training in the Navy helped her become the leader she is today and she shares the story of a specific soldier that helped inspire her to think big and give back. She then transitioned to private practice in her hometown in New Jersey, where she had the opportunity to work with Bausch + Lomb as a consultant. Eventually, B+L approached her with the opportunity to join full time. She discussed her 10 years in industry and its global impact on optometry and patient care, starting with her early input on developing the INFUSE contact lens. Listen in and get inspired to move optometry forward! Eye Give a Damn hosted by Dr. Joseph Allen is produced by FluoreSCENE Media.For more information on Dr. Joseph Allen visit https://doctoreyehealth.com/Visit https://odcommunity.com/ to learn more about FluoreSCENE Media.

After surviving the night and finding theselves some juicy evidence, the gang march confidentally towards East Cherry and straight into a trap.Dicey Bastards is a hilarious actual play comedy adventure where comedy writers go head-to-head in D&D 5e. Oh my gosh do we love a wizard here. Magic powers? Remarkable! What an adventure for all concerned. Egad!Come hang out with us and watch us bend the rules of Dungeons and Dragons to breaking point. Featuring MK Gibson, Drew Hayes, Rick Gualtieri, Robert Bevan, EM Kaplan and Steve Wetherell. Check us out at www.authorsanddragons.com or follow us on https://www.facebook.com/groups/authorsanddragons. You can even support us on www.patreon.com/authorsanddragons and get access to our Discord features and bonus content.Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/authors-dragons-comedy-dnd-podcast--5624719/support.

Melissa Barnett, OD, FAAO, was involved early in the development of scleral lenses and is now considered a legend in specialty contact lens fitting. In fact, she was one of the authors to publish the first contemporary scleral lens textbook in 2017. She also spent four years in an ophthalmology practice, where she became certified in California to treat glaucoma. Currently, she serves as the Director of Optometry at UC Davis in Northern California. She believes every optometrist should get involved with their local and state optometry associations. Today, she is clearly passionate about discussing keratoconus with colleagues and patients on her Clearly KC podcast. After authoring 300+ publications and delivering numerous lectures, Dr. Barnett is honored that she is now able to advocate for colleagues, diversity and the industry, which resonates well with her personal why: “To elevate others through the power of connection.” Eye Give a Damn hosted by Dr. Joseph Allen is produced by FluoreSCENE Media.For more information on Dr. Joseph Allen visit https://doctoreyehealth.com/Visit https://odcommunity.com/ to learn more about FluoreSCENE Media.

Talkin' with God about Kings and Kingdoms 1Samuel 2:11-3:21 The family is God's core institution for governing the world. Theocracy in the mind of God is each family raising their kids to know God. God pays no respect to any earthly government except his families. As self governed people, we develop institutions to assist the community in its goals and unity. If the institutions we run are corrupt, then down goes society. It's on us, not God.

Some seriously good stuff today! We're in my favorite parts of the Bible. It has it all! Again though, all apologies for any terrible pronunciation of those brutal Old Testament names. Egad! We pick up where we left off yesterday. David (not yet truly king) is running for his life again(he does that often) from Saul. We get a few glimpses of the most beautiful bromance to have ever existed on earth. Ohh, Jonathan and David, not a hint of impropriety, just a wonderful, and deep, and real admiration for each other. 1 Samuel 20:17 "And Jonathan caused David to swear again by his love for him, for Jonathan loved him as he loved his own life." At first Jonathan tries to argue that King Saul, his father, isn't trying to murder David or get him killed somehow. But then he puts his dad to the test and he comes to the conclusion , Oh, Davide was right. Soo, you should run for your life, Dad is Definitely trying to kill you. David pops into to visit a priest while on the run, and asks for food and weapons, the priest consents albeit to his detriment. The king finds out the priest helped David and gets himself and everyone he knows slaughtered for his accidental treason. The Lord tested David's heart several times while on the run. King Saul was within his arm's reach in vulnerable situations, where David could easily have killed him and Taken the throne which was rightfully his anyway, but he didn't. He knew better than to take revenge or to take the throne by force. Saul being spiteful, gave David's wife away. But don't worry, David seemed to have a knack for collecting women and ended up with a dozen others instead. Tired of running from Saul, David went to the enemies of Israel, the Philistines, as in the same people whose hero he killed. Remember Goliath? You'd think they wouldn't appreciate that, considering songs were written about how many of their people David had killed. But nonetheless, the king of the Philistines welcomed David with open arms and even gave him a whole city. In utter desperation, Saul is terrified of the fight he's about to engage in, so he goes to a medium and asks her to summon from the dead his old prophet. Samuel scolds him wildly for his past sins and possibly this one for waking him, and tells Saul he and his sons will die tomorrow. 1 Samuel ends with the death of Saul in battle and three of his sons, tragically including Jonathan. 2 Samuel begins with David finding out his friends are dead and weeping a lot. David does a LOT of crying in this book. One of Saul's remaining sons assumes the throne. There's constant political tension and lines crosses in terms of loyalty by several people who server both David and Saul's son king. Lots of betrayal and selfishness. David pretty much screws up the rest of his life for himself and his family with this one stupid and infamous act. He steals the wife of a righteous man, gets her pregnant, and then murders the truly good and wholesome soldier. Their first son together dies. God curses David's household because of the evil he committed against an innocent man. One of David's sons kills one of his brothers, goes into exile for a little while, and then comes back and decides he wants to be king instead of his dad, and after gathering an army for himself to kill his dad, he decides to have sex with David's unattended harem on the rooftop for Israel to see. David's son, the usurper Absalom eventually dies in battle, and David goes back to his palace. There is a 3-year famine and David learns it is the result of a divine judgement because of some people Saul screwed over previously that David has to make right. The demand the death of seven of Saul's relatives, whom David hands over promptly. And the final chapter for today ends with a bunch of giants being killed, relatives of Goliath, one amazingly with six fingers on each hand, and six toes on each foot. That's a real thing you know, a family in Brazil all have them. Youtube it.

Jason talks about the tech meltdown that caused the State eBike rebate plan to go down in flames today. 

0:00 Hello! Egad! Bad Dad Joke! 0:45 Intro, Housekeeping, What's up! 2:30: B-Haptics! 7:55 Tips, Madison Spoiler Cast? Top 25 Debate? Sunday Multiplayer 9:20 Firewall Ultra, Tips, Without Parole Retro! Tips 16:06 Gamecat Dojo, Tips, Tiger Blade 26:30 Viewer Takeover: DFR, a must? 32:38 Tips, Madison 37:56 New Playstation CEO's 57:45 Tips, Kayak, Showcase, Tips 1:09:42 Shave N Stuff 1:20:40 Tips, Gaming Industry Talk 1:31:29 Thief Simulator 1:46:20 Stride Fates 2:13:41 Tips 2:14:15 20 Questions 2:20:47 Thank You! 2:21:26 Clip Of The Week, Outro 2:22:10 AJ Shoutouts 2:24:01 Flashback May, 14, 2021

Prudence Plundered – A Victorian Master takes charge of his prim and proper wife.By Ian56. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.In 19th century London, Henry Chambers was a man of note and some means. Left a not inconsiderable estate by his late father, he had speculated wisely in the city and had become a respected authority on the whims and fate of the money markets. Such was his status; his advice was sought from wide and far on all matters related to the pursuit of wealth and financial contentment.He lived in a resplendent mansion in one of the most fashionable areas of Westminster where he indulged his public passions for art and fine literature. At the age of 50, he considered himself most satisfied with his lot and was able to look upon the years of his life with justifiable pride at his endeavors. His social standing had increased measurably due to his marriage some 20 years previously to Prudence, his dear love, whom he had been introduced to by one of his clients at a New Year's Eve gala. Prudence had been the third daughter of the famous Fitzpatrick dynasty who had made their name in the early 1840’s as mineral traders and importers. For Henry Chambers it was love at first sight but his attentions had at first been met with a dry indifference by the handsome Miss Prudence who bore her airs and graces with a lofty distain, and it was not without some serious wooing and courtship on his part did he finally win her hand and agree to become his wife.Three daughters and two decades later, she was still a remarkably attractive filly whose abundant charms had grown even more impressive with age and no man felt as proud as Henry Chambers did with such a jewel on his arm when out socializing in polite respectable society.To polite society they presented themselves as a loving devoted couple but for Henry, beneath this nods and smiles, he nurtured a deep dark secret that even his dear wife knew nothing about..“Avast wench,” said Henry, heroically. “I sense the shiver of lust cursing through thy bones I do. But fear not for I am the one to satisfy the aching of thy hairy damp pit with my trusty weapon. Take it out I say,” he bellowed, standing bare-chested with his hands on his hips. “Take out my emboldened cock for it is the deliverer of your salvation and redemption!”At his feet, Bessie, his number two scullery maid, clasped her hands together in rapt but pleading forgiveness. At his command, she reached up and began to tug and undo the laces at the front of his breeches.“Oh, Sir!” she exclaimed, her exposed bosom quivering in the flickering candle light most impressively. “Have mercy on a mere serving girl Sir for I am naught but a slave to these wanton desires of which I have no sense. Such sinful words are a torment Sir, a torment!”“Sinful?” snorted Henry. “I shall have you know there is no finer word for a gentleman’s member than Cock!” He thrust his hips forward to impress his point. “What else do you know such a thing by wench?”Bessie, her curly red hair cascading over her sweet natured face, grunted with frustration as she tugged on her masters entwined laces, her eyes fixed on his obvious arousal beneath the cloth. “For shame Sir, tis innocent I be and only know such sinful names from the station I keep and from those that wallow in the gutter below.”Her face was purple from her efforts until, with a final pull, the laces came free and the front of his breeches sprang open. She gasped despite herself as his bloated deep crimson headed penis slithered and unfurled before her flushed face. Its mass expanding outrageously to reveal a most huge and impressive weapon that had her gasping in high heat and desire. She looked up at him with wide eyes as he stood leering lewdly down. “That Sir,” she gasped in wonder. “Is a prick the like of which I have nay seen and a prick that strikes fear into the well of my cunt so it does.”Henry grabbed his lolling cock. “I like prick. The vulgarity of such a nasty word is worthy of an occasion such as this lass. I intend to take this prick of mine and spear and plunge deeply into that juicy cunt that lays waiting between your firm thighs. Do you expect any less, wench?” His right hand was gently stroking his tumescence and the quivers of ecstasy were sweeping from his groin to his toes and back again. At each up stroke his spare skin withered and unfurled with greater abandon as the head of his organ began to leak his pre-spend.“No Sir,” shivered the maid, her face aflame with her heaving lust. “Though my faint heart flutters at the prospect of such a tight cunty as my own being invaded by such a weeping monster I shall bear its sweet agony with resolve and duty.”She reached up and grasped his veined cock in her slim right hand, her fingers barely able to circumvent its pulsing fatness. Her mouth was dry and her desire urged her to taste his meat. “Sir,” she said hesitantly as she rubbed the underside of his magnificence with her thumb. “I fear my need is becoming overwhelming and its constant whisper begs that I ask you the favor of feeding your prick into my mouth for me to suck on without shame.”Henry felt his heavy under hanging balls tighten in their hairy sac at the lascivious nature of her words. The thought of his comely maid devouring his outsized cock was one to savor for, alas, T'was only under such circumstance as their clandestine meetings whilst his dear wife was away that such a pleasure be upon him.He frowned inwardly at the merest glimmer of his wife for even though he loved her passionately she was cautiously high strung and the very idea of anything more than straight forward love-making was abhorrent to her whiles. Heaven forbid he so much as suggested she pleasure him with her sweet mouth!The frustration he felt at her lack of adventure had lain heavy upon him for all of their marriage. His pursuit of this adventure had found him cast between the firm thighs of his scullery maid who had no such hesitation in joining him in seeking pleasures of the flesh. Indeed, she had suggested and encouraged him on such dark travels that even made him gape at their outrageous landscapes. If only his wife had the merest hint at such mischief and want.His mind drifted as he considered his dear heart on her knees before him, begging to take his staff between her lips and to suck out his thick creamy spend. The stuff dreams are made of he mused. Egad, he wished for nothing more than to ravish Prudence with eager abandon and have her panting beneath him like a bitch on heat, urging him on to fuck the ripe bulb of her vagina with all his might.Bessie glanced up as she fisted her Masters Iron rod. His eyes were closed and he swayed slightly in rhythm to the pleasure of her ministrations. She knew that look for he had spoken idly with her after their exertions had ceased about his frustration and regret. Her Mistress was a sore old fish she thought. Blessed with good looks and a fine figure she was to all intents and purpose primrose, stuff and duty with naught in between. Bessie could only imagine her frigid nature in bed. T'was no surprise her employer sought comfort in the arms of another.His bloated angry cock head was nigh kissing her lips and in that moment she knew it was her duty to ease his frustration. Shifting forward slightly, she opened her mouth as wide as possible and slipped her stretched lips over his pulsing bulge and down over his shaft until she felt his mushroom butt the back of her throat. The smell and taste teased her senses as she began to draw back and suck deeply on his organ. The sucking of cock was to her a delight, a dirty devilish deed that warmed her soul for she knew she was skilled and the pleasure it would bring in its wake. She smiled at the sound of his sigh and lowered her head again as she sucked his prick to her hearts content.In her small room, the oak creaked and groaned as Henry forced his rigid cock into the maid’s succulent cunt as he held her face down over the end of the bed. Deeper he plunged until the neck of his organ slapped wetly against the petals of her orifice which clung eagerly to his girth as if trying to capture its thrust and never let go. The pleasure washed over them in warm wafts as the heat of their fucking grew steadily to a crescendo that had them both grunting and crying out loud. The room bore witness to the depths of their lust and the insanity of their passion.“Take my fucking cock wench,” hissed Henry as he speared her again and again. His appendage was glistening with his pre-spend and her copious seepage now that the climax was near. “Thy swollen twat shall be sore for a week once I have had my way with you Bessie.”Bessie scrabbled at the bedclothes feeling his tumescence crest deep within her belly. Her poor cunty felt over stuffed with cock and the ecstasy was so never ending she feared she might faint at its joys. “Oh Sir,” she gabbled. “Again. Again. Punish my poor cunty with your huge prick. Tis wonderful. Oh Sir! I can feel another climax building within. Fuck me Sir!”The plain oak bed creaked and groaned louder.Henry stared down at his mount, leering at the sight of her full arse wobbling from between the confines of her tugged open white bloomers. His feverish hands reached under her to grasp and kneed each full and impressive tit that had over spilled from the top of her starched blouse. He pinched each swollen teat making her shriek then moan with painful pleasure. He jabbed his cock into her again thus lifting her off her feet and held her against him as he flexed the muscles in his firm backside.For a man of his years, he was still in fine shape and built for stamina. He slithered slowly out of her cunt making her whimper and claw at his naked thighs. Before the next thrust he gave her pale arse a firm slap that made her yelp in surprise. He grinned. Unknown to her, he had come across a book that detailed how the matter of pain by deed of flagellation or spanking was one which was being much discussed in secret society as a means of further sexual exploration, and it was one he was most interested in discovering with his pretty 19 year old maid at a future date.But that would be for another time. The matter at hand was to slake his lust before his wife got home!Bessie stood over the small bowl and began to wipe between her thighs with the damp cloth. She winced slightly for her well poked vagina was blistered and sore from its vigorous shafting by her employers cock. She could feel his spend seeping from between her flower and she shook her head with a smile for the amount of his cum was a never ending surprise. Behind her, he stood fastening his breeches and making himself decent again. She realized his wife would be home soon and it was with sly female knowing that she had eased his need before she got back. Her Mistress would benefit from a good night's sleep this night no doubt. Though that was but a small victory for she had learned through servant gossip that the pair rarely indulged in marital bliss these days. She felt a slight pinch of regret for him. Mayhap she should offer a word or two.“Have I pleased you, Sir?” she asked.He looked at her. “As always Bessie,” he smiled. “I can walk in society now without feeling as if the frustration of my cock weighs heavily like a ball and chain.”Bessie smiled. “I be glad, Sir.” She paused and bit her lip. Should she be so bold? Her station was only to listen and obey after all. But he had loved her nearly a dozen times now and perhaps he would consider her opinion. “Sir, if I may?”He stood at the door to her quarters. “Yes?”Bessie looked at him. “My mamma always told me never to be untrue to one self. In life, one has to live as if each day is the last and the day should be lived as if twas the last day. Do not let frustration spoil that last day with regret Sir.”Henry looked at his servant. A moment of understanding passed between them until he opened the door and quietly left.Dinner was served at eight o'clock sharp.At one end of the long table sat Henry and at the other end, his wife, Prudence, who fiddled with the food on her plate as she was wont to do. Henry looked at her as he idly swilled the wine in his half empty glass. Their conversation was one sided and she chatted away about this and that, and how her day had gone. Dressed in a lace blouse whose frills danced around the crown of her neck, a sensible cut of pleated black ankle length skirt and strapped black knee boots, she looked as ravishing as ever to his gaze. At forty three years and the bearer of his three children, she had lost none of the vitality and beauty that had clasped his heart all those decades ago. He took another sip of wine and felt a familiar stirring in his loins. Despite the events of this afternoon he still felt the pang of desire whenever he looked at his wife. E gads, why did she have to be so willful and disinterested in the physical side of their marriage?!“and I said we would be delighted and honored to attend your ball.”Henry blinked. “What?”Prudence put down her fork and looked at him in that way she had that made him feel slightly guilty. She dabbed the napkin over her full perfect lips. “Really dearest, I swear you look as if your head is in the clouds again. I was saying, Lady Fabisham has invited us to her winter bash on the 16th of December. I told her we would be delighted to attend such a society event. Everyone of worth shall be there. With good fortune, you may be able to charm some new business contacts and opportunities. By the by, I shall need a new frock for such an occasion for one must keep up appearances in such company. A small increase in my allowance is agreeable I’m sure. Heavens, I can’t wait!”Henry pursed his lips, deep in thought for her words drifted in one ear and out the other. There were so many balls, galas, invites to this and that these days that to his mind they all merged into one unedifying mass of time wasted. He had more important things on his mind this night. He took another sip from his glass and waited for the moment when they would retire to their bedchambers later that evening.Prudence stood before the long mirror in their bedroom unpinning her long and lustrous auburn hair. She could see her husband's reflection as he leaned against the door watching her with the glass of wine still in his hand. For a brief moment she shivered for she knew his moods and the sound of his silence. Oh good grief, was that pesky male urge upon him again? She gave her head a shake and her hair bloomed around her porcelain face. No matter. She was tired from her shopping trip and needed her rest. A word of desist would suffice as it always did. Once every month was more than enough for such base encounters she reasoned. The last thing she wanted was to bear another child unto the world. No, Henry would just have to be satisfied with his lot in life.Henry continued to stare at his undressing spouse who had let the black skirt fall to gather at her feet. His jaw steeled as he watched her bend over to pick the garment up thus revealing to his gaze her spectacularly broad bloomered bottom.“The last day with regret.” said the voice in his head.His maid was right. What noble deed was he following? He was head of the household and had rights because of that fact. His mouth felt dry despite the wine. Those rights included the say over his spouse and family. His wife should be beholden only unto him and at the behest of his requirements both emotionally and physically.All his adult life he had been sworn by this sense of husbandly duty and had always submitted to her every whim both in public and private. That she was overt in public was of no import but her dismissal of his urges in private was a nagging boil that he now needed to lanceHe downed the last of the wine and placed the empty glass on the table. Taking a deep breath, he walked over to the side of the large double bed where his wife was slipping the nightgown over her head.At the sound of his approach, Prudence turned around, unable to see her husband for she was still enshrouded under her night garment. “Henry, can you turn out the light dearest and help me with this infuriating thing.”Henry ignored her, grasped her upper arms and lifted her off her feet. Hidden, he could hear her gasp with surprise before beginning to struggle.“Henry, what are you?”Henry kept silent. He carried her to the foot of the bed and dropped her face down, keeping a hand firmly in the small of her back to keep her in place. With his other, he reached up and tugged away the nightgown.Prudence twisted her head to look over her left shoulder. Her face was a blushing mask of surprised indignation. Just what did he think he was doing? He had better stop playing games and let her up forthwith or else! Her furious alarm rose when she felt his free hand clasp the buttons which held the backside of her bloomers together. What? Was he possessed? Had he lost his mind? She writhed harder. That what he wanted was obvious by his very manner but it was most certainly not something she wanted right now!“Henry, dearest, please, you have to let me up,” she gasped as she felt him tugging the second button free. “Look, this is not fair. Dearest husband, you should keep thy urges for when I am agreeable for such a thing. I am tired, give me a few days and I promise you shall have your way, once!”A third button slipped undone. The deep crack of her bottom peeked from the widening gap making him more determined to follow his instinct. After tonight, his lovely wife would know who was master in this household and if he wanted to submit to his desires she would have no choice in the matter. Between his thighs he could feel his penis strain for release from its confines. His lusty gaze fell to his wife’s increasingly exposed backside and swallowed hard. He was determined to teach her there was more to fucking than poking her cunty. The shadow of her secret crack was deep and long. No, tonight it wasn’t her cunty that was going to take the length of his abundant cock. His desire mounted as the last button slipped free and the stretched cloth of her undergarment split wide to set free her glorious arse in all its abundant magnificence.Prudence felt the cool air caress her now bare bottom. Her heart thudded in her chest, and she gasped as she felt his hand suddenly fondling both pale cheeks. This was intolerable! What gave him the right to do with her person as he wished? Used to getting her own way, she drummed her feet on the floor with a mixture of outrage and fear that her husband could be so, so, unreasonable!“Henry,” she muttered. “Stop or else I shall be very, very cross with you!”Her husband ignored her threat and grabbed the abundant flesh of her bottom harder. And what a fine bottom it was indeed. So very full and inviting for any man who wished to cast aside his morals for the pleasures awaiting him. He grimaced for his cock was most insistent on its need to be set free from its confines and to seek that which it hungered for.“Henry, are you listening?”“Be quiet wife,” he interrupted. “I shall not countenance your demands or excuses anymore. From this moment, you will obey my every word when matters of the flesh are in my thoughts. You shall be agreeable to my needs as a loving husband and physical man. Do you understand Prudence?”His wife lay motionless face down on the bed as she considered his terms. He still held both her hands in his at the base of her spine so escape was not an option. Her husband was determined no doubt to extract whatever due he felt was necessary from her person and there was nay anything she could do to prevent such an event!“I understand perfectly well, husband,” she replied coldly. “Tis not oft I say the pleasure is mine and this moment shall it be even less. Do as you will Henry for I submit to your whim as needs must. Indeed, once this penetration is over then tis normal we shall return and the sooner the better I think.” Resigned, she shifted her hips into a more accommodating position for her husband to spear her sex. Despite her graces, she still felt a shiver from experience their past love-making did have faint pleasures, though being a woman of repute she suffered such simple delights with reserve and kept her true emotions hidden. It was unseemly to appear so wanton even in the privacy of ones chambers even unto her mate in life. Until now, Henry was not a man to let his lust rule his head and after the birth of their children, his ardor had settled into a particular routine. Until now..Prudence felt a stirring behind her. Henry was unbuttoning his breeches no doubt and releasing his manhood from its confines. A sudden flush colored her cheeks for the thought of his organ was one which sometimes caught her unawares during idle day dreaming. Brief glimpses caught in the low light of a candle as he slipped beneath the blankets and settled between her firm white thighs. The prodding of its swollen head seeking her wet Venus before the first deep thrust which made the world turn on its axis and the breath catch in her throat. Such a thrust seemed always never ending until the base of his member slapped against the stretched clasp of her womanly lips. It would forever be a guilty pleasure that she would never admit to. Even now, with Henry saddled upon his high horse, she felt the earth move and the forbidden thrill playing with her soul. What had made him so steadfast was not a concern to her anymore for her reasoning had slipped away for she was of high heat and need. Let her husband slake his own lust and she grasp the delirious pang of delight which made the dark glow and her heart sing..Henry, though, had his lust set on more devilish schemes. His cock was now free and he grasped it firmly in his right hand. A gas lamp cast shafts of light through their bedroom window which fell across the raise bottom of his dear wife, the deep dark cleft between both cheeks keeping that which he sought hidden and secret. There was no time for second thoughts or doubt for he was determined on is course. That course was to take the virginity of his wife’s anus come what may.Prudence lifted her head at the first touch of her husband penis to her puss. She was wet now and she could feel the ache of her sex grumbling away as it waited to be sated. Her breathing quickened and her senses began to command her thoughts as she felt his weight settling over her as she lay over the edge of their bed. She gasped as the head of his “engorged penis”, the very word a disgusting delight to her - rubbed up and down her dripping slot.“Henry, I, please do it.” she sighed.But the expected thrust never came.Henry raised the head of his erect prick to push open her bottom cheeks so he could gain free access to the dark rosebud of her bottom hole. The pounding of his heart sounded like waves crashing upon the shore as he pushed down firmly with his left hand to keep his wife in position, for he knew the outrage that would cry forth when he began to force his erection into her virgin anus. Come what may, she would suffer such an invasion despite her protestations. A slight thrust and his cock head eased into the dark cleft and settled against her forbidden fruit. He was breathing hard. His excitement nigh overwhelming him and he fought to keep his spend within. It was time. The moment he had promised would happen was at hand. The one his scullery maid had said he must overcome to satisfy his manhood. The butt of his thumb pressed down on his purple bloated bulb and began to force himself into his wife’s arse.In her whispy daze, Prudence sensed something was amiss. What was he doing? His insistence was too high and if he was not careful he would find himself in a most objectionable position that was as disgusting as it was unfortunate! Was his mind addled by drink? She gasped loudly as she felt his member pressing on more urgently.“Henry,” she muttered, twisting her head to look at her dear husband who was a mask of concentration as he stared down at their joining. “Dearest, what are you doing? Thy aim is poor for the hole you seek is the one below.”Henry shook his head. “There is naught wrong with my aim this night, Prudence. This night I wish to seek delight from your body in other ways. I have suffered the torture of its forbidden temptation for too long in our marriage my love, so on this night I intend to redress the issue and have my wicked way with you no matter what.”Prudence stared at her husband wide eyed. “Henry?” she said, shocked. “Whatever are you on about dearest? Have you gone mad? Do not be so disgusting husband. I shall never submit to such a degrading spectacle. The very thought is abhorrent. Let me up this minute!”Henry held firm as she tried to twist free from his grip. “Enough. I order you to lay still wife for this is a reckoning between us. For too long I had submitted to your whims both in public and private and borne them with sufferance and duty. No more. This night shall be a new beginning for our relationship Prudence for I am determined to put my prick in your arse.”His wife felt her mouth drop open in shock at his coarse language. The sheer vulgarity of such a thing rendered her motionless with surprise under him. His prick?! In her arse?! Despite herself, she felt a shiver when there should be a river of outrage and disgust. Her husband was going to force his rather large member into the tight well of her bottom hole?! The disgusting man. It was if he was no more than the lowest type of vagabond who was ruled by the drink and his lust! That she knew such practices were indulged was of no matter. She was a lady and should be treated as befitting her station as mother and head of the household. She had her respectability to think about. More than anything, she suspected such an act would be very uncomfortable indeed!“No wait, Henry. Please. Be still. Tis not a thing to make a wife endure,” she pleaded. “I am afraid of the pain it will bring.”“Nonsense.” replied her husband. “As with your cunty, the pain of your first arse fucking will fade with use. As I have made plain Prudence, from this night forth I shall ensure that we partake of all pleasures of the flesh available to us as man and wife. The first time is one to endure, but from henceforth the delights of such an adventure shall become apparent. It is of some import to me that such a thing is so for my love of thee is not in doubt. Now, let us enjoy the fruits of our loins. Prepare yourself for I am about to take the virginity of your anus.”Beneath him, he felt his wife submit to his words.Prudence was drowning in a sea of emotion. That he loved her was in no doubt and that she loved him still was not in question. He was right in some way. With her whiles and charms, she had held sway over him for all their years together. Her manner had never been one to let her be ordered around and told what to say, do and think. She was so surprised it had taken so long for him to assert himself. Things, apparently, were about to change.“Oh, Henry. If you must, but please take care.” she whimpered as she felt him beginning to invade her bottom.Prudence groaned loudly with a mixture of pain and sufferance as she felt her husband’s penis force its way through her resistance and up deep into the canal of her anus. The white flash of pain made her scrabble and bite the blanket as it washed over her in an agonizing burst of deep dominance and her utter subservience.“Ah, oh Henry,” she winced. “I cannot bear it. Your manhood is tearing me asunder inside. I can feel it's heat in my very belly.”Henry groaned for he was a tingle all over. He had done it. His cock was sheathed to the hilt in the warm tight grip of his beloved’s arse. The sensations were overwhelming and he prayed he would not expel his seed in such spasms of ecstasy. Their first arse fuck had to be one they would remember. He thrust his hips gently enjoying the soft slap of his heavy scrotum against her wet cunt. He was ecstatic. He flexed his massive prick inside her bowels and smiled as she gave a surprised exclamation at the sensation.For the game to be of more worth she would need to learn the language of the gutter.“Do you like my immense cock in your arse, Prudence?” he asked with a smile. He well imagined her blush at his choice of words. “That I love putting my iron rod in your bottom is without question. My cock loves being in thy tight arse dearest.”Prudence quivered as she listened to her husband. His words like fireworks in the dark as her soul wept around his buried organ. His organ. His penis. What had he called it? That naughty word that made her toes curl. His cock. His immense cock. She groaned again for a guilty moment of bliss suffused her whole body in white joy. To think that such a disgusting act could bring forth such abundant sweetness was a thing to amaze her. The heat in her loins was of a kind she nigh thought possible. Such heat was kindled by his words. Those filthy, vulgar, base but oh so appropriate words.She licked her lips. What resistance was gone and mere folly to chase by now. He husband’s desires had lain waste to whatever bedroom morals she had hid behind for all these years. She felt, excited. A strange sort of liberation. The dawning that any act was worthy in pursuit of such pleasure. One more virginity had gone. Her mouth was dry for the last was a thing he would make her do as well. She would feign outrage but, in her heart, she knew look forward to such a thing. But that was for later.“Say it.” said Henry.“No, please love. I cannot.” she whispered. “Such words are too dirty to speak aloud.” Inwardly, she smiled for she knew she would. She yelped suddenly for he eased his hips back and she felt the slow slither of his member as it exited her anus. It’s loss indescribable. She wriggled her bottom at him in frustration. Her husband, the bounder, was going to make her beg for his meat.“Prudence.”She bit her lip and felt her face aflame with shame. “Dearest Henry,” she whimpered. Oh, this horrid beastly man. How could he torture her so after awakening her sexuality? “I, I, I need your thing. Your cock. Your big cock. Please Henry.” Her bottom hole was gaping and twitching as if calling for it.“And, just where do you want me to put my big fat cock, Prudence?” Henry held his organ at the entrance to her anus. Teasing her, by letting its weeping head touch the crown of her dark hole.The insufferable cur!“In, in my bottom, Sir,” she wheedled. “Tis with pleading that I ask you to take thy impressive prick, your magnificent cock, and spear it deep into my poor sore bottom hole. Make haste for I shall lose my mind.”“Once my cock is in your bottom Prudence,” he said, with a broad grin on his face. “What shall I do with it?” It was not his wife who would lose his mind but him. His staff ached with the waiting and his balls felt swollen in their sac. He pushed forward and grunted as her arse swallowed him whole again.Prudence reared up as she felt him slither into her again. Such sweet agony! All those years wasted when such surprise and delights were near. Silly little girl. Her first taste had her desperately wanting more and more and more. She had pushed up on her hands and glanced at her man over her right shoulder with her hair cascading around her.“My arse, Sir,” she ordered. “I want you to take that splendid cock of thine and bugger me till thy feel the compulsion to spend. Dare not remove it for my anus awaits the soothe balm of it to attest my devotion and love. A fucking I seek Sir. Fuck my virgin arse dearest for tis now I understand thy reasons in claiming it.”Into the night and early dawn did Henry and Prudence rediscover the simple pleasures of life and sex.The soft pale light of the next day’s dawn found Prudence on her knees at her husband’s feet. She looked up with devotion as Henry took his stiff cock in hand.“Open your mouth dearest,” he told her. “Tell me what you want to do.”His wife grimaced at the dull ache nagging deep in her bowels for thrice during the night he had plundered her bottom passage. True to his word, each vigorous fucking had brought forth less pain and sprang for untold wonders that had her crying, begging and whispering endearments as he thrust mightily away. His, what had he called it again?, his spunk has been copious in its frothing amount, most of which was still seeping from her red sore hole.Another delight of discovery was at hand, literally. Such a deed a mere day ago would have her aghast and calling for the Peel. But not now. Not after last night. She wanted more of what he could give. Her imagination had been set free and dirty dreams danced before her. Her bottom twitched as she glanced at the length of his leather belt as it lay across the bedside chair. Beware what you wish for she chided herself. She smiled to herself. She suspected she could match her husband for outrageous fortune somehow. But now she needed to learn this. This oral adventure.“Dearest Henry,” she smiled sweetly. “Indulge me please. Tis a thing I’ve oft mused when no one is around and tis something that thrills me to the bone. Such a naughty thing it is for I feel such a wanton whore for even contemplating it. But Sir, if I may be so bold. I wish the privilege of sucking your impressive cock and the honor to taste the rush of thy spunk until I drink thy balls dry.”Henry bent down and kissed his wife on the lips. “I feel the honor is all mine.” he said with love. Such an act from his beloved thrilled him to the marrow. Finally, after all this time, he felt she was his. The love he felt was without fault or measure. As her sweet soft lips licked and kissed the bloated head of his cock, he made a mental note to slip a little reward into his scullery maids wage packet for giving him the courage of his convictions.There would also be the small matter to find her another employer. Just to be on the safe side and to avoid any possible awkward situations in the future. He had no doubt she would find gainful employ soon enough as she was a diligent and careful worker and his reference would count in her favor.He felt a twinge of guilt. But it was a momentary passing for his groin was awash with the delight of having his wife sucking enthusiastically on his well-used member.The past was the past. The only thing that mattered was the future. A future bright with the deep love and wanton desires of his sexually blossoming spouse.By Ian56 for Literotica 

Prudence Plundered – A Victorian Master takes charge of his prim and proper wife.By Ian56. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.In 19th century London, Henry Chambers was a man of note and some means. Left a not inconsiderable estate by his late father, he had speculated wisely in the city and had become a respected authority on the whims and fate of the money markets. Such was his status; his advice was sought from wide and far on all matters related to the pursuit of wealth and financial contentment.He lived in a resplendent mansion in one of the most fashionable areas of Westminster where he indulged his public passions for art and fine literature. At the age of 50, he considered himself most satisfied with his lot and was able to look upon the years of his life with justifiable pride at his endeavors. His social standing had increased measurably due to his marriage some 20 years previously to Prudence, his dear love, whom he had been introduced to by one of his clients at a New Year's Eve gala. Prudence had been the third daughter of the famous Fitzpatrick dynasty who had made their name in the early 1840’s as mineral traders and importers. For Henry Chambers it was love at first sight but his attentions had at first been met with a dry indifference by the handsome Miss Prudence who bore her airs and graces with a lofty distain, and it was not without some serious wooing and courtship on his part did he finally win her hand and agree to become his wife.Three daughters and two decades later, she was still a remarkably attractive filly whose abundant charms had grown even more impressive with age and no man felt as proud as Henry Chambers did with such a jewel on his arm when out socializing in polite respectable society.To polite society they presented themselves as a loving devoted couple but for Henry, beneath this nods and smiles, he nurtured a deep dark secret that even his dear wife knew nothing about..“Avast wench,” said Henry, heroically. “I sense the shiver of lust cursing through thy bones I do. But fear not for I am the one to satisfy the aching of thy hairy damp pit with my trusty weapon. Take it out I say,” he bellowed, standing bare-chested with his hands on his hips. “Take out my emboldened cock for it is the deliverer of your salvation and redemption!”At his feet, Bessie, his number two scullery maid, clasped her hands together in rapt but pleading forgiveness. At his command, she reached up and began to tug and undo the laces at the front of his breeches.“Oh, Sir!” she exclaimed, her exposed bosom quivering in the flickering candle light most impressively. “Have mercy on a mere serving girl Sir for I am naught but a slave to these wanton desires of which I have no sense. Such sinful words are a torment Sir, a torment!”“Sinful?” snorted Henry. “I shall have you know there is no finer word for a gentleman’s member than Cock!” He thrust his hips forward to impress his point. “What else do you know such a thing by wench?”Bessie, her curly red hair cascading over her sweet natured face, grunted with frustration as she tugged on her masters entwined laces, her eyes fixed on his obvious arousal beneath the cloth. “For shame Sir, tis innocent I be and only know such sinful names from the station I keep and from those that wallow in the gutter below.”Her face was purple from her efforts until, with a final pull, the laces came free and the front of his breeches sprang open. She gasped despite herself as his bloated deep crimson headed penis slithered and unfurled before her flushed face. Its mass expanding outrageously to reveal a most huge and impressive weapon that had her gasping in high heat and desire. She looked up at him with wide eyes as he stood leering lewdly down. “That Sir,” she gasped in wonder. “Is a prick the like of which I have nay seen and a prick that strikes fear into the well of my cunt so it does.”Henry grabbed his lolling cock. “I like prick. The vulgarity of such a nasty word is worthy of an occasion such as this lass. I intend to take this prick of mine and spear and plunge deeply into that juicy cunt that lays waiting between your firm thighs. Do you expect any less, wench?” His right hand was gently stroking his tumescence and the quivers of ecstasy were sweeping from his groin to his toes and back again. At each up stroke his spare skin withered and unfurled with greater abandon as the head of his organ began to leak his pre-spend.“No Sir,” shivered the maid, her face aflame with her heaving lust. “Though my faint heart flutters at the prospect of such a tight cunty as my own being invaded by such a weeping monster I shall bear its sweet agony with resolve and duty.”She reached up and grasped his veined cock in her slim right hand, her fingers barely able to circumvent its pulsing fatness. Her mouth was dry and her desire urged her to taste his meat. “Sir,” she said hesitantly as she rubbed the underside of his magnificence with her thumb. “I fear my need is becoming overwhelming and its constant whisper begs that I ask you the favor of feeding your prick into my mouth for me to suck on without shame.”Henry felt his heavy under hanging balls tighten in their hairy sac at the lascivious nature of her words. The thought of his comely maid devouring his outsized cock was one to savor for, alas, T'was only under such circumstance as their clandestine meetings whilst his dear wife was away that such a pleasure be upon him.He frowned inwardly at the merest glimmer of his wife for even though he loved her passionately she was cautiously high strung and the very idea of anything more than straight forward love-making was abhorrent to her whiles. Heaven forbid he so much as suggested she pleasure him with her sweet mouth!The frustration he felt at her lack of adventure had lain heavy upon him for all of their marriage. His pursuit of this adventure had found him cast between the firm thighs of his scullery maid who had no such hesitation in joining him in seeking pleasures of the flesh. Indeed, she had suggested and encouraged him on such dark travels that even made him gape at their outrageous landscapes. If only his wife had the merest hint at such mischief and want.His mind drifted as he considered his dear heart on her knees before him, begging to take his staff between her lips and to suck out his thick creamy spend. The stuff dreams are made of he mused. Egad, he wished for nothing more than to ravish Prudence with eager abandon and have her panting beneath him like a bitch on heat, urging him on to fuck the ripe bulb of her vagina with all his might.Bessie glanced up as she fisted her Masters Iron rod. His eyes were closed and he swayed slightly in rhythm to the pleasure of her ministrations. She knew that look for he had spoken idly with her after their exertions had ceased about his frustration and regret. Her Mistress was a sore old fish she thought. Blessed with good looks and a fine figure she was to all intents and purpose primrose, stuff and duty with naught in between. Bessie could only imagine her frigid nature in bed. T'was no surprise her employer sought comfort in the arms of another.His bloated angry cock head was nigh kissing her lips and in that moment she knew it was her duty to ease his frustration. Shifting forward slightly, she opened her mouth as wide as possible and slipped her stretched lips over his pulsing bulge and down over his shaft until she felt his mushroom butt the back of her throat. The smell and taste teased her senses as she began to draw back and suck deeply on his organ. The sucking of cock was to her a delight, a dirty devilish deed that warmed her soul for she knew she was skilled and the pleasure it would bring in its wake. She smiled at the sound of his sigh and lowered her head again as she sucked his prick to her hearts content.In her small room, the oak creaked and groaned as Henry forced his rigid cock into the maid’s succulent cunt as he held her face down over the end of the bed. Deeper he plunged until the neck of his organ slapped wetly against the petals of her orifice which clung eagerly to his girth as if trying to capture its thrust and never let go. The pleasure washed over them in warm wafts as the heat of their fucking grew steadily to a crescendo that had them both grunting and crying out loud. The room bore witness to the depths of their lust and the insanity of their passion.“Take my fucking cock wench,” hissed Henry as he speared her again and again. His appendage was glistening with his pre-spend and her copious seepage now that the climax was near. “Thy swollen twat shall be sore for a week once I have had my way with you Bessie.”Bessie scrabbled at the bedclothes feeling his tumescence crest deep within her belly. Her poor cunty felt over stuffed with cock and the ecstasy was so never ending she feared she might faint at its joys. “Oh Sir,” she gabbled. “Again. Again. Punish my poor cunty with your huge prick. Tis wonderful. Oh Sir! I can feel another climax building within. Fuck me Sir!”The plain oak bed creaked and groaned louder.Henry stared down at his mount, leering at the sight of her full arse wobbling from between the confines of her tugged open white bloomers. His feverish hands reached under her to grasp and kneed each full and impressive tit that had over spilled from the top of her starched blouse. He pinched each swollen teat making her shriek then moan with painful pleasure. He jabbed his cock into her again thus lifting her off her feet and held her against him as he flexed the muscles in his firm backside.For a man of his years, he was still in fine shape and built for stamina. He slithered slowly out of her cunt making her whimper and claw at his naked thighs. Before the next thrust he gave her pale arse a firm slap that made her yelp in surprise. He grinned. Unknown to her, he had come across a book that detailed how the matter of pain by deed of flagellation or spanking was one which was being much discussed in secret society as a means of further sexual exploration, and it was one he was most interested in discovering with his pretty 19 year old maid at a future date.But that would be for another time. The matter at hand was to slake his lust before his wife got home!Bessie stood over the small bowl and began to wipe between her thighs with the damp cloth. She winced slightly for her well poked vagina was blistered and sore from its vigorous shafting by her employers cock. She could feel his spend seeping from between her flower and she shook her head with a smile for the amount of his cum was a never ending surprise. Behind her, he stood fastening his breeches and making himself decent again. She realized his wife would be home soon and it was with sly female knowing that she had eased his need before she got back. Her Mistress would benefit from a good night's sleep this night no doubt. Though that was but a small victory for she had learned through servant gossip that the pair rarely indulged in marital bliss these days. She felt a slight pinch of regret for him. Mayhap she should offer a word or two.“Have I pleased you, Sir?” she asked.He looked at her. “As always Bessie,” he smiled. “I can walk in society now without feeling as if the frustration of my cock weighs heavily like a ball and chain.”Bessie smiled. “I be glad, Sir.” She paused and bit her lip. Should she be so bold? Her station was only to listen and obey after all. But he had loved her nearly a dozen times now and perhaps he would consider her opinion. “Sir, if I may?”He stood at the door to her quarters. “Yes?”Bessie looked at him. “My mamma always told me never to be untrue to one self. In life, one has to live as if each day is the last and the day should be lived as if twas the last day. Do not let frustration spoil that last day with regret Sir.”Henry looked at his servant. A moment of understanding passed between them until he opened the door and quietly left.Dinner was served at eight o'clock sharp.At one end of the long table sat Henry and at the other end, his wife, Prudence, who fiddled with the food on her plate as she was wont to do. Henry looked at her as he idly swilled the wine in his half empty glass. Their conversation was one sided and she chatted away about this and that, and how her day had gone. Dressed in a lace blouse whose frills danced around the crown of her neck, a sensible cut of pleated black ankle length skirt and strapped black knee boots, she looked as ravishing as ever to his gaze. At forty three years and the bearer of his three children, she had lost none of the vitality and beauty that had clasped his heart all those decades ago. He took another sip of wine and felt a familiar stirring in his loins. Despite the events of this afternoon he still felt the pang of desire whenever he looked at his wife. E gads, why did she have to be so willful and disinterested in the physical side of their marriage?!“and I said we would be delighted and honored to attend your ball.”Henry blinked. “What?”Prudence put down her fork and looked at him in that way she had that made him feel slightly guilty. She dabbed the napkin over her full perfect lips. “Really dearest, I swear you look as if your head is in the clouds again. I was saying, Lady Fabisham has invited us to her winter bash on the 16th of December. I told her we would be delighted to attend such a society event. Everyone of worth shall be there. With good fortune, you may be able to charm some new business contacts and opportunities. By the by, I shall need a new frock for such an occasion for one must keep up appearances in such company. A small increase in my allowance is agreeable I’m sure. Heavens, I can’t wait!”Henry pursed his lips, deep in thought for her words drifted in one ear and out the other. There were so many balls, galas, invites to this and that these days that to his mind they all merged into one unedifying mass of time wasted. He had more important things on his mind this night. He took another sip from his glass and waited for the moment when they would retire to their bedchambers later that evening.Prudence stood before the long mirror in their bedroom unpinning her long and lustrous auburn hair. She could see her husband's reflection as he leaned against the door watching her with the glass of wine still in his hand. For a brief moment she shivered for she knew his moods and the sound of his silence. Oh good grief, was that pesky male urge upon him again? She gave her head a shake and her hair bloomed around her porcelain face. No matter. She was tired from her shopping trip and needed her rest. A word of desist would suffice as it always did. Once every month was more than enough for such base encounters she reasoned. The last thing she wanted was to bear another child unto the world. No, Henry would just have to be satisfied with his lot in life.Henry continued to stare at his undressing spouse who had let the black skirt fall to gather at her feet. His jaw steeled as he watched her bend over to pick the garment up thus revealing to his gaze her spectacularly broad bloomered bottom.“The last day with regret.” said the voice in his head.His maid was right. What noble deed was he following? He was head of the household and had rights because of that fact. His mouth felt dry despite the wine. Those rights included the say over his spouse and family. His wife should be beholden only unto him and at the behest of his requirements both emotionally and physically.All his adult life he had been sworn by this sense of husbandly duty and had always submitted to her every whim both in public and private. That she was overt in public was of no import but her dismissal of his urges in private was a nagging boil that he now needed to lanceHe downed the last of the wine and placed the empty glass on the table. Taking a deep breath, he walked over to the side of the large double bed where his wife was slipping the nightgown over her head.At the sound of his approach, Prudence turned around, unable to see her husband for she was still enshrouded under her night garment. “Henry, can you turn out the light dearest and help me with this infuriating thing.”Henry ignored her, grasped her upper arms and lifted her off her feet. Hidden, he could hear her gasp with surprise before beginning to struggle.“Henry, what are you?”Henry kept silent. He carried her to the foot of the bed and dropped her face down, keeping a hand firmly in the small of her back to keep her in place. With his other, he reached up and tugged away the nightgown.Prudence twisted her head to look over her left shoulder. Her face was a blushing mask of surprised indignation. Just what did he think he was doing? He had better stop playing games and let her up forthwith or else! Her furious alarm rose when she felt his free hand clasp the buttons which held the backside of her bloomers together. What? Was he possessed? Had he lost his mind? She writhed harder. That what he wanted was obvious by his very manner but it was most certainly not something she wanted right now!“Henry, dearest, please, you have to let me up,” she gasped as she felt him tugging the second button free. “Look, this is not fair. Dearest husband, you should keep thy urges for when I am agreeable for such a thing. I am tired, give me a few days and I promise you shall have your way, once!”A third button slipped undone. The deep crack of her bottom peeked from the widening gap making him more determined to follow his instinct. After tonight, his lovely wife would know who was master in this household and if he wanted to submit to his desires she would have no choice in the matter. Between his thighs he could feel his penis strain for release from its confines. His lusty gaze fell to his wife’s increasingly exposed backside and swallowed hard. He was determined to teach her there was more to fucking than poking her cunty. The shadow of her secret crack was deep and long. No, tonight it wasn’t her cunty that was going to take the length of his abundant cock. His desire mounted as the last button slipped free and the stretched cloth of her undergarment split wide to set free her glorious arse in all its abundant magnificence.Prudence felt the cool air caress her now bare bottom. Her heart thudded in her chest, and she gasped as she felt his hand suddenly fondling both pale cheeks. This was intolerable! What gave him the right to do with her person as he wished? Used to getting her own way, she drummed her feet on the floor with a mixture of outrage and fear that her husband could be so, so, unreasonable!“Henry,” she muttered. “Stop or else I shall be very, very cross with you!”Her husband ignored her threat and grabbed the abundant flesh of her bottom harder. And what a fine bottom it was indeed. So very full and inviting for any man who wished to cast aside his morals for the pleasures awaiting him. He grimaced for his cock was most insistent on its need to be set free from its confines and to seek that which it hungered for.“Henry, are you listening?”“Be quiet wife,” he interrupted. “I shall not countenance your demands or excuses anymore. From this moment, you will obey my every word when matters of the flesh are in my thoughts. You shall be agreeable to my needs as a loving husband and physical man. Do you understand Prudence?”His wife lay motionless face down on the bed as she considered his terms. He still held both her hands in his at the base of her spine so escape was not an option. Her husband was determined no doubt to extract whatever due he felt was necessary from her person and there was nay anything she could do to prevent such an event!“I understand perfectly well, husband,” she replied coldly. “Tis not oft I say the pleasure is mine and this moment shall it be even less. Do as you will Henry for I submit to your whim as needs must. Indeed, once this penetration is over then tis normal we shall return and the sooner the better I think.” Resigned, she shifted her hips into a more accommodating position for her husband to spear her sex. Despite her graces, she still felt a shiver from experience their past love-making did have faint pleasures, though being a woman of repute she suffered such simple delights with reserve and kept her true emotions hidden. It was unseemly to appear so wanton even in the privacy of ones chambers even unto her mate in life. Until now, Henry was not a man to let his lust rule his head and after the birth of their children, his ardor had settled into a particular routine. Until now..Prudence felt a stirring behind her. Henry was unbuttoning his breeches no doubt and releasing his manhood from its confines. A sudden flush colored her cheeks for the thought of his organ was one which sometimes caught her unawares during idle day dreaming. Brief glimpses caught in the low light of a candle as he slipped beneath the blankets and settled between her firm white thighs. The prodding of its swollen head seeking her wet Venus before the first deep thrust which made the world turn on its axis and the breath catch in her throat. Such a thrust seemed always never ending until the base of his member slapped against the stretched clasp of her womanly lips. It would forever be a guilty pleasure that she would never admit to. Even now, with Henry saddled upon his high horse, she felt the earth move and the forbidden thrill playing with her soul. What had made him so steadfast was not a concern to her anymore for her reasoning had slipped away for she was of high heat and need. Let her husband slake his own lust and she grasp the delirious pang of delight which made the dark glow and her heart sing..Henry, though, had his lust set on more devilish schemes. His cock was now free and he grasped it firmly in his right hand. A gas lamp cast shafts of light through their bedroom window which fell across the raise bottom of his dear wife, the deep dark cleft between both cheeks keeping that which he sought hidden and secret. There was no time for second thoughts or doubt for he was determined on is course. That course was to take the virginity of his wife’s anus come what may.Prudence lifted her head at the first touch of her husband penis to her puss. She was wet now and she could feel the ache of her sex grumbling away as it waited to be sated. Her breathing quickened and her senses began to command her thoughts as she felt his weight settling over her as she lay over the edge of their bed. She gasped as the head of his “engorged penis”, the very word a disgusting delight to her - rubbed up and down her dripping slot.“Henry, I, please do it.” she sighed.But the expected thrust never came.Henry raised the head of his erect prick to push open her bottom cheeks so he could gain free access to the dark rosebud of her bottom hole. The pounding of his heart sounded like waves crashing upon the shore as he pushed down firmly with his left hand to keep his wife in position, for he knew the outrage that would cry forth when he began to force his erection into her virgin anus. Come what may, she would suffer such an invasion despite her protestations. A slight thrust and his cock head eased into the dark cleft and settled against her forbidden fruit. He was breathing hard. His excitement nigh overwhelming him and he fought to keep his spend within. It was time. The moment he had promised would happen was at hand. The one his scullery maid had said he must overcome to satisfy his manhood. The butt of his thumb pressed down on his purple bloated bulb and began to force himself into his wife’s arse.In her whispy daze, Prudence sensed something was amiss. What was he doing? His insistence was too high and if he was not careful he would find himself in a most objectionable position that was as disgusting as it was unfortunate! Was his mind addled by drink? She gasped loudly as she felt his member pressing on more urgently.“Henry,” she muttered, twisting her head to look at her dear husband who was a mask of concentration as he stared down at their joining. “Dearest, what are you doing? Thy aim is poor for the hole you seek is the one below.”Henry shook his head. “There is naught wrong with my aim this night, Prudence. This night I wish to seek delight from your body in other ways. I have suffered the torture of its forbidden temptation for too long in our marriage my love, so on this night I intend to redress the issue and have my wicked way with you no matter what.”Prudence stared at her husband wide eyed. “Henry?” she said, shocked. “Whatever are you on about dearest? Have you gone mad? Do not be so disgusting husband. I shall never submit to such a degrading spectacle. The very thought is abhorrent. Let me up this minute!”Henry held firm as she tried to twist free from his grip. “Enough. I order you to lay still wife for this is a reckoning between us. For too long I had submitted to your whims both in public and private and borne them with sufferance and duty. No more. This night shall be a new beginning for our relationship Prudence for I am determined to put my prick in your arse.”His wife felt her mouth drop open in shock at his coarse language. The sheer vulgarity of such a thing rendered her motionless with surprise under him. His prick?! In her arse?! Despite herself, she felt a shiver when there should be a river of outrage and disgust. Her husband was going to force his rather large member into the tight well of her bottom hole?! The disgusting man. It was if he was no more than the lowest type of vagabond who was ruled by the drink and his lust! That she knew such practices were indulged was of no matter. She was a lady and should be treated as befitting her station as mother and head of the household. She had her respectability to think about. More than anything, she suspected such an act would be very uncomfortable indeed!“No wait, Henry. Please. Be still. Tis not a thing to make a wife endure,” she pleaded. “I am afraid of the pain it will bring.”“Nonsense.” replied her husband. “As with your cunty, the pain of your first arse fucking will fade with use. As I have made plain Prudence, from this night forth I shall ensure that we partake of all pleasures of the flesh available to us as man and wife. The first time is one to endure, but from henceforth the delights of such an adventure shall become apparent. It is of some import to me that such a thing is so for my love of thee is not in doubt. Now, let us enjoy the fruits of our loins. Prepare yourself for I am about to take the virginity of your anus.”Beneath him, he felt his wife submit to his words.Prudence was drowning in a sea of emotion. That he loved her was in no doubt and that she loved him still was not in question. He was right in some way. With her whiles and charms, she had held sway over him for all their years together. Her manner had never been one to let her be ordered around and told what to say, do and think. She was so surprised it had taken so long for him to assert himself. Things, apparently, were about to change.“Oh, Henry. If you must, but please take care.” she whimpered as she felt him beginning to invade her bottom.Prudence groaned loudly with a mixture of pain and sufferance as she felt her husband’s penis force its way through her resistance and up deep into the canal of her anus. The white flash of pain made her scrabble and bite the blanket as it washed over her in an agonizing burst of deep dominance and her utter subservience.“Ah, oh Henry,” she winced. “I cannot bear it. Your manhood is tearing me asunder inside. I can feel it's heat in my very belly.”Henry groaned for he was a tingle all over. He had done it. His cock was sheathed to the hilt in the warm tight grip of his beloved’s arse. The sensations were overwhelming and he prayed he would not expel his seed in such spasms of ecstasy. Their first arse fuck had to be one they would remember. He thrust his hips gently enjoying the soft slap of his heavy scrotum against her wet cunt. He was ecstatic. He flexed his massive prick inside her bowels and smiled as she gave a surprised exclamation at the sensation.For the game to be of more worth she would need to learn the language of the gutter.“Do you like my immense cock in your arse, Prudence?” he asked with a smile. He well imagined her blush at his choice of words. “That I love putting my iron rod in your bottom is without question. My cock loves being in thy tight arse dearest.”Prudence quivered as she listened to her husband. His words like fireworks in the dark as her soul wept around his buried organ. His organ. His penis. What had he called it? That naughty word that made her toes curl. His cock. His immense cock. She groaned again for a guilty moment of bliss suffused her whole body in white joy. To think that such a disgusting act could bring forth such abundant sweetness was a thing to amaze her. The heat in her loins was of a kind she nigh thought possible. Such heat was kindled by his words. Those filthy, vulgar, base but oh so appropriate words.She licked her lips. What resistance was gone and mere folly to chase by now. He husband’s desires had lain waste to whatever bedroom morals she had hid behind for all these years. She felt, excited. A strange sort of liberation. The dawning that any act was worthy in pursuit of such pleasure. One more virginity had gone. Her mouth was dry for the last was a thing he would make her do as well. She would feign outrage but, in her heart, she knew look forward to such a thing. But that was for later.“Say it.” said Henry.“No, please love. I cannot.” she whispered. “Such words are too dirty to speak aloud.” Inwardly, she smiled for she knew she would. She yelped suddenly for he eased his hips back and she felt the slow slither of his member as it exited her anus. It’s loss indescribable. She wriggled her bottom at him in frustration. Her husband, the bounder, was going to make her beg for his meat.“Prudence.”She bit her lip and felt her face aflame with shame. “Dearest Henry,” she whimpered. Oh, this horrid beastly man. How could he torture her so after awakening her sexuality? “I, I, I need your thing. Your cock. Your big cock. Please Henry.” Her bottom hole was gaping and twitching as if calling for it.“And, just where do you want me to put my big fat cock, Prudence?” Henry held his organ at the entrance to her anus. Teasing her, by letting its weeping head touch the crown of her dark hole.The insufferable cur!“In, in my bottom, Sir,” she wheedled. “Tis with pleading that I ask you to take thy impressive prick, your magnificent cock, and spear it deep into my poor sore bottom hole. Make haste for I shall lose my mind.”“Once my cock is in your bottom Prudence,” he said, with a broad grin on his face. “What shall I do with it?” It was not his wife who would lose his mind but him. His staff ached with the waiting and his balls felt swollen in their sac. He pushed forward and grunted as her arse swallowed him whole again.Prudence reared up as she felt him slither into her again. Such sweet agony! All those years wasted when such surprise and delights were near. Silly little girl. Her first taste had her desperately wanting more and more and more. She had pushed up on her hands and glanced at her man over her right shoulder with her hair cascading around her.“My arse, Sir,” she ordered. “I want you to take that splendid cock of thine and bugger me till thy feel the compulsion to spend. Dare not remove it for my anus awaits the soothe balm of it to attest my devotion and love. A fucking I seek Sir. Fuck my virgin arse dearest for tis now I understand thy reasons in claiming it.”Into the night and early dawn did Henry and Prudence rediscover the simple pleasures of life and sex.The soft pale light of the next day’s dawn found Prudence on her knees at her husband’s feet. She looked up with devotion as Henry took his stiff cock in hand.“Open your mouth dearest,” he told her. “Tell me what you want to do.”His wife grimaced at the dull ache nagging deep in her bowels for thrice during the night he had plundered her bottom passage. True to his word, each vigorous fucking had brought forth less pain and sprang for untold wonders that had her crying, begging and whispering endearments as he thrust mightily away. His, what had he called it again?, his spunk has been copious in its frothing amount, most of which was still seeping from her red sore hole.Another delight of discovery was at hand, literally. Such a deed a mere day ago would have her aghast and calling for the Peel. But not now. Not after last night. She wanted more of what he could give. Her imagination had been set free and dirty dreams danced before her. Her bottom twitched as she glanced at the length of his leather belt as it lay across the bedside chair. Beware what you wish for she chided herself. She smiled to herself. She suspected she could match her husband for outrageous fortune somehow. But now she needed to learn this. This oral adventure.“Dearest Henry,” she smiled sweetly. “Indulge me please. Tis a thing I’ve oft mused when no one is around and tis something that thrills me to the bone. Such a naughty thing it is for I feel such a wanton whore for even contemplating it. But Sir, if I may be so bold. I wish the privilege of sucking your impressive cock and the honor to taste the rush of thy spunk until I drink thy balls dry.”Henry bent down and kissed his wife on the lips. “I feel the honor is all mine.” he said with love. Such an act from his beloved thrilled him to the marrow. Finally, after all this time, he felt she was his. The love he felt was without fault or measure. As her sweet soft lips licked and kissed the bloated head of his cock, he made a mental note to slip a little reward into his scullery maids wage packet for giving him the courage of his convictions.There would also be the small matter to find her another employer. Just to be on the safe side and to avoid any possible awkward situations in the future. He had no doubt she would find gainful employ soon enough as she was a diligent and careful worker and his reference would count in her favor.He felt a twinge of guilt. But it was a momentary passing for his groin was awash with the delight of having his wife sucking enthusiastically on his well-used member.The past was the past. The only thing that mattered was the future. A future bright with the deep love and wanton desires of his sexually blossoming spouse.By Ian56 for Literotica 

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Nebraska football appears to be making some big moves in the portal. Kyle McCord visiting Nebraska today word now is Dylan Raiola is back in the mix to flip to Nebraska's 2024 recruiting class... Jeff Sims is out. Egad. There's a boatload going on! Nebraska volleyball is preparing for the Final Four between our beloved Huskers, Pitt, Wisconsin and Texas.  

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A picture-perfect crossword, with an LOL theme, a geographically wide-ranging set of clues (from 35A, Manhattan neighborhood next to SoHo, NOLITA, to 36D,Hawaiian island shaped like an apostrophe, LANAI, to 42D, Setting for many van Gogh works, ARLES), and a few other goodies that we delve into in today's episode.Remember, the NYTimes crossword is a great way to stretch your vocabulary, keep your pop culture references up-to-date, and impress your friends at parties (if you go to those sorts of parties, which you most definitely should). Just go to nytimes.com/crosswords, they'd love to have you as a subscriber! And we would too! If you like this podcast please a) hit the subscribe button and b) tell your friends about us.Contact Info:We love listener mail! Drop us a line, crosswordpodcast@icloud.com.Also, we're on FaceBook, so feel free to drop by there and strike up a conversation!

Egad! It's going to be the LAST SEASON of the Animaniacs Reboot?!? The hosts of the Animanicast watch the teaser trailer, share their thoughts, and share feedback from listeners.

Episode 10 of Harbor City Local TV Space Coast Music Festival pre-show! All information at spacecoastrocks.com We speak with David Morgan of Morgan Financial, title sponsor of the Space Coast Music Festival 2022. We will discuss their history in Brevard, moving to EGAD, the music festival, and their commitment to veterans and the community. We also chat with John Bridges III. The lead guitarist of Zeddemore, Tank Top, and the Bradley Rodriguez Band. Also, the front man for tribute band, the Smashing Pixies. John is a veteran musician to our original scene, while also using his talent to teach the next generation of musicians. Entry music by Tank Top Exit Music by Zeddemore HCL TV in association with Space Coast Podcast Harbor City Local is a 501c3 local non-profit, dedicated to supporting our local original music vital to our art culture; and we use proceeds towards educational/community initiatives. We sell merch, support local, and put on events, like the Space Coast Music Festival, with proceeds going towards our goals. Got music, skate, or other interesting video content that you would like to see featured and shared on our YouTube network, hit us up on our socials. Or, if you are a business/community/educational entity that would like to collaborate on a project, or sponsor an upcoming event, please reach out. Instagram: @harborcitylocal Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/HarborCityLocal Website: https://harborcitylocal.square.site/ WE BUILD THIS TOGETHER Share! Share!! Share!!!Support the show

Space Coast Music Festival pre-show with Island Root Kava Bar!All information at spacecoastrocks.com We speak with Tony Childers of Island Root Kava Bar, sponsor of the IRK Bar stage at the Space Coast Music Festival 2022.  We will learn about Kava, its history; and Tony's commitment to the community.  You can see his logo on many events around EGAD, including SCMF and Punk in the Park.    We also chat with Brian Young, guitarist/singer of Paging Mr. Herman; and bassist of My Dearest Friend.  Brian is an eclectic individual, and it shows in his songwriting.  You will be able to see both bands at the music festival, as well as at the Best Fest pre-show at Intracoastal Brewing Company, hosted by Best Supporting Actor.Entry music by Paging Mr. HermanExit Music by My Dearest Friend HCL TV in association with Space Coast Podcast Harbor City Local is a 501c3 local non-profit, dedicated to supporting our local original music vital to our art culture; and we use proceeds towards educational/community initiatives.  We sell merch, support local, and put on events, like the Space Coast Music Festival, with proceeds going towards our goals.  Support the show

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Saturday, 27 August 2022   So it was that he stayed many days in Joppa with Simon, a tanner. Acts 9:43   This is now the last verse of Chapter 9. The previous verse noted the extent that the miracle of raising Tabitha had gone, saying that it had “gone throughout all Joppa.” With that, it now says, “So it was that he stayed many days in Joppa.”   The meaning of “many days” is impossible to determine. It could have been weeks, months, or even years. The same expression was seen in verse 9:23 and it was a period of around three years. It is simply an indeterminate amount of time that means Peter stayed and conducted his affairs.   During this time, one can imagine Peter evangelizing those who had not received Jesus, providing doctrine and actual accounts of the work of Jesus, and performing or assisting in baptisms of those who had come to faith in the Lord. These and other things would have eventually led to this location becoming a hub for the word to go out. It is at this location that Jonah attempted to escape from the Lord, and as ships came in and went out, there was always the chance of the word being conveyed to those who were on them. While there in Joppa, it says that Peter stayed “with Simon, a tanner.”   It is the same name as Peter, who is “Simon Peter.” The Greek word translated as tanner is burseus. It will be seen three times in Acts 9 and 10, all associated with this person. In Chapter 10, it will note that his house is “by the sea.” Having a tannery meant a lot of refuse that needed disposal. Being by a flowing river or the sea would be an ideal spot. Further, the salt water of the sea would assist in the treatment process.   As for the job itself, being a tanner, the man would carry around an odor with him. If the tanning was accomplished on site, the whole place would have a really bad stench tied to it. Records of the Jews show that it was considered a lowly, contemptible profession.   The job itself cannot be equated, as some scholars do, with a job that was impure according to the law. That would be dependent on the types of hides he tanned (e.g., see Leviticus 5:2), the way they were obtained, and so on. None of these things are mentioned, and so any such thought would have to be inferred. In the law, the use of hides is explicitly noted –   “And the priest who offers anyone's burnt offering, that priest shall have for himself the skin of the burnt offering which he has offered.” Leviticus 7:8   Further, the hides of animals were used in the construction of the Tabernacle of Meeting, and they are noted as coverings for people in the Bible, such as John being “clothed in camel's hair, with a leather belt around his waist” (Matthew 3:4). These and other references show that being a tanner may have been a stinky, lowly profession, but it was not necessarily something that caused defilement. It was a part of the normal lives of people within the society.   The fact that Peter is with this person, however, does appear to bear on what will transpire in Acts 10. Peter was a Jew who was raised under the law. He saw the law completed in Christ, but he did not yet understand the full extent of what that meant or the scope of its effects. He understood that the legalistic and societal judgments of the Jews were obstacles to interpersonal relationships. He certainly remembered Jesus eating with tax collectors and sinners, and he was willing to live with a person who was considered contemptible to many. But that is only a step forward toward what he will next learn.   Life application: There are plenty of jobs people do that others might look down on. Treating wastewater might come to mind – “Eeeew, who would want to do that?” Cleaning public toilets would for sure be something many would not dare to do – “Yuuuuck, I'm glad I don't have to do that!” Picking up trash and cigarette butts probably doesn't seem too appealing to the folks who are coming into the local store to get their morning coffee – “Egad, I'm glad I'm not him. Off to the office, I go.”   Each of these jobs may seem rather unappealing, but someone must do them. One thing is for sure, if the wastewater doesn't get properly treated in the nation for one week, the incidents of disease would begin to multiply and would quickly get out of hand. If the public bathrooms were never cleaned, people would be reticent to even go out, lest they had a need to use one! And if things weren't picked up around the local shops and malls, they would quickly begin to look like third-world nations, or maybe San Francisco or some other liberal city. Rats would quickly move in, and from there disease could easily start to spread.   The people that do these things perform hugely important functions that others look down on with contempt. But without their efforts, society would quickly begin to collapse. When you drive down the road and smirk at the guy blowing off a parking lot, remember that your lawn also needs to be mowed and your drive needs to be blown off. Simon was a tanner and yet Peter stayed with him. Maybe you can spend some time with people you think you're better than. You might find out that they are, in many ways, above you. A little humility in life goes a long way.   Lord God, there are innumerable jobs to keep a society going. Some don't pay so well. Some are stinky or dirty. Some are hot and miserable to be accomplished. But each person that does his job is someone who was created in Your image. If he is a believer, then he is way ahead of the richest and most powerful person who has not come to Christ. Help us to make right judgments about the people we see and come into contact with each day. Yes, help us with this. Amen.  

The Yankees have lost seven of their last eight games, including a sweep by the Cardinals over the past weekend. They are 7-13 in the second half, have dropped 18 of their last 28 games, and are 20-23 since the start of that fateful series against the Astros in late June. The optimist might say that this is a lot of arbitrary endpoints, but also, I don't think anyone would deny that they've looked miserable in the past week and mediocre for nearly two months. Egad. Staff writer and frequent Twitter Space guest Peter Brody joined Andrew on the podcast to talk about all these frustrations, and boy have there been a lot this past week. There was the bafflingly terrible baserunning, particularly in the extra-innings 1-0 loss to Seattle. There was the lineup, rotation, and bullpen playing Hot Potato with the question of "Who's going to embarrass themselves today?" There was the gut-punch, long-term loss of Matt Carpenter to a broken foot on a fluky injury. There was the decision to roster Albert Abreu over Ron Marinaccio. There was was Gleyber Torres' lost approach at the plate. And of course, there's nearly everything Isiah Kiner-Falefa, who clearly has some serious friends in high places within the Yankees' organization. The bright side is that the Yankees' first-half lead has afforded them the luxury of maintaining a 10-game lead. FanGraphs has them at 94.7-percent likely to hold it and win the AL East. They should win the division. But are they set for October? We can only hope that the team gets its crap together and regains at least a consistent string of quality play soon. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

Multi-touch attribution, media mix modeling, matched market testing. Are these the three Ms of marketing measurement (Egad! The alliteration continues!)? Seriously. What's with all the Ms here? Has anyone ever used experimentation to build a diminishing return curve for the impact of a media measurement technique based on how far along in the alphabet the letter of that technique is? Is "M" optimal?! Trust us. You will look back on this description after listening to this episode with John Wallace from LiftLab and find it… at least mildly amusing. For complete show notes, including links to items mentioned in this episode and a transcript of the show, visit the show page.

HCLTV Ep 8 - Little Rob and Tony Soland of 518 Underground Skate Shop - Follow up to Punk in the ParkWe have a follow up discussion for our Punk in the Park charity event, and 518 Underground Skate Shop 1 year anniversary in EGAD.  We'll discuss the day's events, including the TSOL and bands, the skate contest, vendors, sponsors, and more; and listen to some music from bands that performed.  Check out our Punk in the Park website, spacecoastrocks.com/punkinthepark or our Instagram @punk.in.the.park for more pics and video. Rob is also the owner of Traditionals Shaves, Cuts, and Brews (along with his wife Becca), and lead guitarist for international hardcore band, Coldside. Tony is also the art director for the event, lead singer of local band, The Easy Uzis, that played Punk in the Park, as well as owner of the Standard Collective in EGAD. Entry music by The Speed SpiritsVideos by Vicious Dreams and Porch CoffinExit Music by Skatter BrainzHCL TV in association with Space Coast PodcastHarbor City Local is a 501c3 local non-profit, dedicated to supporting our local original music vital to our art culture; and we use proceeds towards educational/community initiatives.  We sell merch, support local, and put on events, like the Space Coast Music Festival, with proceeds going towards our goals.  Got music, skate, or other interesting video content that you would like to see featured and shared on our YouTube network, hit us up on our socials.  Or, if you are a business/community/educational entity that would like to collaborate on a project, or sponsor an upcoming event, please reach out. Instagram:  @harborcitylocalFacebook: https://www.facebook.com/HarborCityLocalWebsite: https://harborcitylocal.square.site/WE BUILD THIS TOGETHERShare! Share!! Share!!!  Support the show

HCL TV Episode 7 - Tony Soland, Heather Clarke, Austin Young - Artists, Musicians, and Sponsors for Punk in the ParkWe speak with business owners, Tony Soland of The Standard Collective; Heather Clark of Sleeping Sirens; and Austin Young of Pineapples EGAD.  All are valued Sponsors of our upcoming charity event, Punk in the Park, of which we partner with 518 Underground Skate Shop for their 1 year anniversary in EGAD. Check out our Punk in the Park website, spacecoastrocks.com/punkinthepark or our Instagram @punk.in.the.parkTony is also the lead singer of local band, The Easy Uzis, playing the Punk in the Park event Saturday, June 11th at the Eau Gallie Square park.  We discuss his time owning Standard Collective in EGAD, as well as the past that led him to this venture, and the future of EGAD.  Heather is owner/operator of Sleeping Sirens.  You've probably seen her Oddity pop ups or Taxidermy classes in EGAD or around Brevard.  We discuss how this business is now nationwide, as well as her time managing the venue 321LOCAL in Cocoa Village, which used to showcase many local, as well as national bands.Austin is lead singer of local band, Gary Lazer Eyes.  He is general manager of the new addition to EGAD, Pineapples restaurant.  They just celebrated 1 year in business, and have already become a staple of the EGAD experience.  We discuss the future of Pineapples EGAD, as well as GLE.Entry music by Gary Lazer EyesExit Music by The Easy UzisHCL TV in association with Space Coast PodcastHarbor City Local is a 501c3 local non-profit, dedicated to supporting our local original music vital to our art culture; and we use proceeds towards educational/community initiatives.  We sell merch, support local, and put on events, like the Space Coast Music Festival, with proceeds going towards our goals.  Got music, skate, or other interesting video content that you would like to see featured and shared on our YouTube network, hit us up on our socials.  Or, if you are a business/community/educational entity that would like to collaborate on a project, or sponsor an upcoming event, please reach out. Instagram:  @harborcitylocalFacebook: https://www.facebook.com/HarborCityLocalWebsite: https://harborcitylocal.square.site/WE BUILD THIS TOGETHERShare! Share!! Share!!!Support the show

EGAD! We should probably watch our phraseology but we're just too excited about this episode! Our very special guest EMMA CROW—Zaneeta Shinn in The Music Man—tells us everything about her Broadway debut AND you will not believe the SURPRISE Rebecca drops on both of us! So start spreading the news! We're leaving today! We want to be a part of it… New York, New York! Instagram: @e_crow2004 Instagram: @musicmanbway Instagram: @hardipartyoffiveandahalf #HP5 #SNZ5 #EP1 #EmmaCrow #MusicMan #Broadway #HughJackman #SuttonFoster #WinterGarden #NewYork #76Trombones #Ballet #TheArts #Musical #Community#LoveBIG #LaughLOTS #ASmileForYourEars

Episode 6 of Harbor City Local TV  We speak with Lisa Murphy and Wes D of Against the Grain Tattoo.   They've been staples of the Eau Gallie Arts District area for 20 years.  They will celebrate 20 years in business with an all-out party at Intracoastal Brewing Company.  We'll discuss this event, as well as their history within, and before opening in Brevard County. Wes is also a guitarist in the local heavy musical group, Sixty Foot Giant.  Don't miss this segment with two of our favorite artists, who represent true original culture in EGAD.   Entry music and exit video by Sixty Foot Giant HCL TV in association with Space Coast Podcast. Harbor City Local is a 501c3 local non-profit, dedicated to supporting our local original music vital to our art culture; and we use proceeds towards educational/community initiatives. We sell merch, support local, and put on events, like the Space Coast Music Festival, with proceeds going towards our goals.  Got music, skate, or other interesting video content that you would like to see featured and shared on our YouTube network, hit us up on our socials. Or, if you are a business/community/educational entity that would like to collaborate on a project, or sponsor an upcoming event, please reach out.  Instagram: @harborcitylocal Facebook: www.facebook.com/HarborCityLocalWebsite: https://harborcitylocal.square.site/ Events: www.spacecoastrocks.comWE BUILD THIS TOGETHER Share! Share!! Share!!!Support the show

 On this episode, Larry Jarnes of Northboro Builders and Relentless Equity Group joins Paul in the studio.  You will hear about the acquisitions that Larry has acquired recently and how he plans on transforming the Eau Gallie Arts District and Midtown Melbourne into a seamless bridge between commercial, retail and entertainment districts. You will also learn more about what Northboro is up to and finally what Larry's ambitions are to make EGAD a destination like Austin or Wynwood Miami. Tune in live to Facebook every Monday Night at 7pm to watch liveSupport the show

We speak with local artist and dreamer, Derek Gores.  Producer of the current Dreamland Mini-Golf and art exhibit in EGAD, as well as previous successful endeavors, like the Robot Love art experience.  We discuss these events, as well as the state and future of our arts district in Melbourne, including his 'Create Your World" art camp this summer for local youth.   Derek brings along artist and builder, Steve of Toxic Roots; and Dreamland Director of Operations, Rachel Geidel, to join in on the fun.  Entry music by Somber MercyExit Music by Paging Mr. HermanHCL TV in association with Space Coast PodcastHarbor City Local is a 501c3 local non-profit, dedicated to supporting our local original music vital to our art culture; and we use proceeds towards educational/community initiatives.  We sell merch, support local, and put on events, like the Space Coast Music Festival, with proceeds going towards our goals.  Got music, skate, or other interesting video content that you would like to see featured and shared on our YouTube network, hit us up on our socials.  Or, if you are a business/community/educational entity that would like to collaborate on a project, or sponsor an upcoming event, please reach out. Instagram:  @harborcitylocalFacebook: https://www.facebook.com/HarborCityLocalWebsite: https://harborcitylocal.square.site/WE BUILD THIS TOGETHERShare! Share!! Share!!!Support the show (https://www.patreon.com/Podcast321)

Steven Spencer, with Harbor City Local, joins Jesse in the studio to discuss what HCLtv is all about.Support the show (https://www.patreon.com/Podcast321)

We got another first in the books! Past and future guest, Wyatt Ward, is FILLING IN for TBRPC favorite, Jordan Lindley. Jordan was "out of town" or something. He told us but we weren't listening. EGOT or “EGAD!” Music Review or “You Dick, Fuck You!” Nicolas Gains or Negative Wage Follow Wyatt Ward, TBRPC, Wyatt, Kyle, and Jordan: Instagram: @thisginger, @theboredroom_podcast, @wyattpeakedinhs, @kylegengineering, & @jordanlindely96 Twitter: @wyattpeakedinhs Spotify: Desk Job. & Jordan Lindley Kyle's Twitch Subscribe to Guilty Dogs Productions on YouTube

Stacy Citron breaks down religion!!! Egad!!!!

The Bakra 312 Written for television by: Luke Schelhaas Directed by: Charlotte Brändström Starz Synopsis: The Artemis finally reaches Jamaica bringing Jamie and Claire that much closer to their goal. During a lavish ball on the island, the Frasers encounter old allies, as well as former adversaries who threaten to derail their mission. My Summary: Flashback to Young Ian's capture. Young Ian and the Artemis arrive at Jamaica. Young Ian is given to The Bakra. She's Geillis Duncan risen from the dead. Young Ian is drugged, questioned, and sexually assaulted. Claire and Jamie et al. just miss the Bruja. They meet an ally. Misadventure and horror in the slave market. They purchase a slave. The plan the release. Geillis needs a reading and a third sapphire. To the Governor's Ball Team Fraser go. They meet an old patient. They see a ghost, Lord John Grey. Lord John meets Claire. The third sapphire is found. Claire sees a ghost, Geillis Duncan. Claire and Geillis catch up. Geillis agrees to help find Young Ian. The prophecy reading is done. Yi Tien Cho might get the girl. Thomas Leonard arrives. Jamie and Claire escape. Freedom is given. Jamie is arrested. How it played: That's right Young Ian, draw first blood. That'll show ‘em. Many months later, Jamaica. (in a French accent) I'm looking for pirates. Eleanor Guthrie is the Bakra? LMAO. You're in Jamaica mon. Two boys left, that's some scary math. It is a long way to travel Young Ian, about 4500 miles as the crow flies. The Bakra eats them or something. There is a Rose Hall in Jamaica. Well hello there, creepy sexy lady. It's Geillis Duncan. Bath of goat's blood – there are beliefs that animal blood bathing can retain youth. Young Ian, “She's creepy, she's sexy, she's scary.” NEVER EVER take a beverage from Geillis. EVER. She's the ruffie queen. Loose lips. Why does she need the third sapphire? “I sex the virgins up, then kill them.” “You'll know what to do then.” Time Traveler. Sexy AF. Pedophile. Murderer. Poisoner. Slave Master. She's the whole package that Geillis. Geillis is looking for the third sapphire; Claire calls Jamaica the jewel of the Caribbean. Coincidence? I don't think so. Team Fraser break. MacIver is the happiest wig wearing dude ever. A Ball! Meh, no thanks. Who wants to meet the Governor? Right call Jamie, don't let Claire out of your sight. A hog's head of wine was 32 gallons. Ugh, the slave market. Claire is all sorts of uncomfortable. The horrors of the slave market are visually toned down for television. The spirit of how horrendous and dehumanizing it was is made clear. I cannot imagine anyone ever thinking slavery was justifiable. Here's a history of Jamaica and slavery. We're hunting Young Ian's. Another act of dehumanization, branding. Claire loses her shit as only Claire can and hits the auctioneer with her parasol. She starts a bloody row. Then asks Jamie to do something about it. She wants to help the enslaved man. This scene could be, “How Claire accidentally owns a slave.” Temeraire is his name. Jamie schools Claire on the politics and legality of slave ownership. They discuss how to free him in the future, so he stays free. “Hey, honey, we're going to a ball.” They ask for Temeraire's help and tell him he's free as soon as they can find a way to do it. A prophecy. A reading curtailed. I need the third stone. Oh, that whacky Margaret Campbell. Um Geillis, I think your intel is incorrect. We arrive at the ball. The King's House. Jamie's a dandy, Claire's in her 20-year-old gown. That hair! Eke. That wig. Yikes! Yi Tien Cho cleans up. Fancy meeting you here Archibald. Claire's discomfort grows at the sight of the wigged slaves. Jamie asks when the slave trade ends. Yi Tien Cho is a proper distraction. The ladies are interested. He notices Margaret giving a reading to a slave and is intrigued by her. From across the room, they have a moment. Giddy honeymooners. Jamie and Claire stop time with their eye lock. “I will have you later, oh yes I will.” Oh, you smart writers, ghosts it is. It's Lord John Grey. John is dumbstruck and goofy overseeing Jamie. He's stunned to meet Claire. Fergus is looking concerned behind them. Watch out Geillis that wig might spring to life and bark. Egad. Claire's hackles are up. Willie is well. He and Isobel will come in the Summer. These wigs are killing me. A malediction is a curse or imprecation. John was made Governor as an ill favor. Help us find Young Ian. Yadda yadda. Oh, THE SAPPHIRE. Why's he wearing it? What? Claire doesn't like how John looks at Jamie. Claire's hair is a travesty of non-wiggedness. Yi Tien Cho makes a move. He's digging on Margaret. Such a romantic. The Governor chats up Claire. “Come now we both know your virtue was not in jeopardy.” Claws are out. Another ghost revealed. I-spy Geillis. Claire and Jamie use the same phrase. How clever. “Of all the gin joints, in all the towns, in all the world.” Geillis Frenemies unite. Claire gets the 411. “Why are men such fools? Ye can lead them anywhere by the cock for a while. Given them a bairn and you have them by the balls again. But it's all ye are to them, whether they're coming in or going out—a cunt. Well here's to it I say. Most powerful thing in the world.” The Philosophy of Geillis. To watch your burning, what a rush. “Bob's your uncle.” “I hid out for a while,” code for I went to France. Yes, of course, Geillis, the tropics are very bad for Englishmen. No, no, of course, I haven't seen him. Of course, I will help. Frenemies gonna frenemy. Hey there, miss grabby hands, that's my sapphire. “She's a touch strange, isn't she?” As Claire said, “You have no idea.” Time for a magical mystery tour. Margaret is in the house! Let the readings begin. Clever roping job. Margaret doesn't want to do it. It feels like death comes to do this reading. With the third sapphire in hand…it's scary talk. 200 years upon the death of a child that is 200 years' old upon its birth. BRIANNA because she was conceived 200 years in the past and born 200 years in the future. Benjamin Button was released in 1922. Newlyweds acting like newlyweds. Oh no, it's a Thomas Leonard. On the way to escape they learn, Young Ian is at Rose Hall. The lying biotch. They agree to allow Temeraire his leave with other Maroons. The Leonard sees their escape. They hold up their bargain and release Temeraire near Rose Hall. Jamie gives Claire the pictures of the kids when Leonard arrives. And the Leonard arrests Jamie after Claire gives him a piece of her mind. Claire is left to find Young Ian. My final thoughts: Absolute episodic whiplash. How many things can be thrown into one episode? I can imagine the writers' room buzz, “We've only 2 episodes left. Jam it all in here or we're not going to make it.” It feels overwhelming at times having everything occur over the course of one day. The episode had no time to breathe and create a realistic pace. I also wonder why Jamie wasn't in full disguise? A wig is certainly not enough to make him less visible. The wigs and Claire's atrocious hair were their own characters. I half expected the wigs to animate and something alive coming out of Claire's coif. A sweet twist giving Yi Tien Cho and Margaret a connection. It may be love at first sight for them. I hope the finale is less jam-packed with the presumed release of Jamie and rescue of Young Ian. What's Coming up? Episode 313 Eye of the Storm: Claire is forced to play a game of cat and mouse with an old adversary as she searches for Young Ian. The Frasers race through the jungles of Jamaica to prevent the unthinkable. How can you participate? To have your questions/comments added, email or call the listener line after the show airs. 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