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David Grinspoon discusses upcoming Venus missions: DAVINCI (Deep Atmosphere Venus Investigation of Noble gases, Chemistry, and Imaging) and VERITAS (Venus Emissivity, Radio science, InSAR Topography, and Spectroscopy). DAVINCI, the first entry probe with 21st-century instruments, will precisely measure atmosphere composition, like the deuterium/hydrogen ratio, to reconstruct water history. VERITAS, an orbiter, will map the surface in detail, looking for signs of active volcanism and ancient shorelines.

In which mail, cash, trash, passengers, burgers, and cats are sent zipping through vast networks on puffs of compressed air, and John would like to be sent a horny landscaper. Certificate #46257.

In this episode, I'm walking through an SPX Iron Condor setup I'm pricing out as volatility continues to rise and the market dips below key moving averages.Here's the link the video version: https://youtu.be/0NAAbb6bbcIWhen volatility spikes, option premiums expand — and that's when I like to sell Iron Condors on SPX for wider ranges and better credits. I'll break down:✅ How I'm positioning this Iron Condor between recent highs and lows✅ Entry criteria and credit received (~$3.25 on 10-wide wings)✅ How to calculate max profit and max loss✅ My profit-taking plan (~30%) and adjustment ideas if SPX moves sharply✅ Why higher VIX levels can offer better Iron Condor setupsWhether you're learning to trade index options or refining your Iron Condor strategy, this walkthrough gives you a practical framework to plan your trades in higher volatility environments.

In June of 2025 I attended the Cosmic summit in Greensboro North Carolina. After a great weekend of presentations and conversations, I left with more questions then I came with. Throughout the weekend I gained a new context through which to ask questions. This context create the inspiration for todays episode. In order to have a solid view of the past a person must develop a lens to view evidence through. In this episode I talk about evidence that is overlooked or misinterpreted by mainstream Geology and Archeology. I ask the question "do we know what we are looking at. From Geological formations covered by the Great Randall Carlson, Ancient Precision stone vases presented but Matt Beall, Mysterious lost megalithic structures presented by Ben Van Kerkwyk, and even question what is in plain sight with Catherine Ulissey and Michael Collins of Wandering Wolf productions. I hope you enjoy this video. This is my first attempt at recording with this format and set up and I know I have a lot of kinks to work out as well as tighten up my thoughts. Thanks for the interest and my goal is that this and future videos inspire you to look into topics off the beaten path to see what others miss. Peace, Dexter

Welcome to the DMF! I'm Justin Younts, and today I have the pleasure of speaking with Tommy Burke, an assistant director with 30 years of experience in the film industry. Tommy has written a captivating book titled 'Not Just Sunglasses and Autographs,' where he shares his incredible journey through Hollywood. From his early days in Boston to working on major productions, Tommy's story is filled with humor, resilience, and valuable lessons. He talks about how he fell into the film industry, the importance of hospitality experience on set, and the challenges he faced, including battling cancer and living with Parkinson's. Tommy's insights into the film industry are not just entertaining; they are also inspiring. He emphasizes the importance of perseverance and adapting to challenges, making this conversation a must-listen for anyone interested in the film business. Join us as we dive into Tommy's experiences, his thoughts on the industry, and the wisdom he's gained along the way. Whether you're an aspiring filmmaker or just curious about the behind-the-scenes of Hollywood, this episode is for you!I apologize for the audio issues.00:00:00 - Introduction00:00:08 - Guest Introduction00:00:52 - Early Life and Background00:01:33 - Entry into the Film Industry00:01:50 - St. Elsewhere and the Start of a Career00:02:47 - Transition to AD00:04:28 - Experience in the Hospitality Industry00:06:18 - Experiences of Being Robbed00:07:05 - First Big Show - Mermaids00:08:22 - Role of an AD00:09:27 - Marketing Strategies00:09:58 - Working on Skin and Cancer Diagnosis00:10:30 - Cancer Treatment00:11:48 - Working During Cancer Treatment00:12:49 - Breakdown on Set00:14:12 - Revealing Cancer Diagnosis to Colleagues00:15:00 - Chicago PD - The Favorite Job00:16:06 - Diagnosis of Parkinson's00:16:54 - Working on Chicago PD00:17:06 - Experience with the Red Sox and the Partridge Family00:17:08 - Emergency Vitamin Drink00:18:03 - Working on Desperate Housewives00:19:18 - Experience on Crocodile00:19:19 - Directing Background00:20:20 - Experience of Being on Strike00:21:07 - Joining the DGA00:24:47 - Writing a Book00:25:56 - Experience on CSI Miami00:30:54 - Experience with Toastmasters00:32:12 - Living with Parkinson's00:34:13 - Current State of Film Industry00:34:17 - Unfortunate Experience While Producing a Film00:34:59 - Experience on Phantoms00:35:12 - Working with Peter O'Toole00:37:35 - Experience with David Bowie00:39:35 - Experience on Kibberley00:40:21 - Podcasting Experience00:42:32 - Daily Routines and Coping with Parkinson's00:45:14 - Physical Fitness Routine00:46:09 - Current Entertainment Preferences00:50:38 - Favorite Monologue00:50:49 - Discussing Classic Movies and The Godfather00:52:08 - Favorite Movie and Acting Education00:53:17 - How to Reach and Conclusion⁠⁠https://store.bookbaby.com/book/not-just-sunglasses-and-autographs⁠

In 2024, Cindy's book about her and Mark's experiences living a full-time Van life was published by One Stone Biblical Resources. It is entitled One Hundred Churches: A Three-Year Journey to Witness the Joy of Authentic Christianity. The book is part travel journal, part spiritual roadmap, part autobiography, part devotional, and part vanlife guide.Come along for the ride as Cindy shares the encouraging and informative stories from her book that some of her readers are calling "addictive".

On the eve of Syrian President Ahmed al-Sharaa's historic meeting with President Donald Trump in Washington on Nov. 10, Al-Monitor spoke with former US Ambassador Barbara Leaf, the first senior US official to formally meet with him after the fall of the Assad regime.See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

Another week in Droughtlander, but don't worry — Jess and Sarah have your entertainment covered! We're back with more laughs, fandom news, and interviews to help make the wait for Outlander Season 8 a little easier.This week's episode features a recap of Jess and Sarah's week, the latest in fandom news and a hilarious chat with Stephen Walters who plays Angus Mhor, the other half of the iconic Rupert and Angus duo. We think you're going to love this one!Follow Stephen on X

In 2024, Cindy's book about her and Mark's experiences living a full-time Van life was published by One Stone Biblical Resources. It is entitled One Hundred Churches: A Three-Year Journey to Witness the Joy of Authentic Christianity. The book is part travel journal, part spiritual roadmap, part autobiography, part devotional, and part vanlife guide.Come along for the ride as Cindy shares the encouraging and informative stories from her book that some of her readers are calling "addictive".

A new name, a bold dream - and just 12 months to make it happen. American outift Cadillac are going full throttle toward their 2026 Formula 1 debut. From star signings to behind-the-scenes with Keanu Reeves, Sports Minutes sits down with CEO Dan Towriss to learn about how this team plans to shake up the grid, one lap at a time. READ MORE:https://www.straitstimes.com/sport/formula-one/f1s-newbies-cadillac-want-to-hit-the-ground-running-in-2026 Got a story to tell? Get in touch!raushan@sph.com.sgSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Clinical psychologist Michael Breus shares tips and advice on how to keep your sleep on track heading into the busy holiday season. Also, Broadway star Jordan Litz joins to share all about his unforgettable Sunday — when he ran the New York City Marathon and then hit the stage the same day for two performances of ‘Wicked.' Plus, Haley Lu Richardson stops by to discuss adding author to her résumé with the release of a deeply personal collection of poetry. Hosted by Simplecast, an AdsWizz company. See pcm.adswizz.com for information about our collection and use of personal data for advertising.

In 2024, Cindy's book about her and Mark's experiences living a full-time Van life was published by One Stone Biblical Resources. It is entitled One Hundred Churches: A Three-Year Journey to Witness the Joy of Authentic Christianity. The book is part travel journal, part spiritual roadmap, part autobiography, part devotional, and part vanlife guide.Come along for the ride as Cindy shares the encouraging and informative stories from her book that some of her readers are calling "addictive".

In this episode, we dive deep into the latest marketing trends and campaigns we start by discussing OpenAI's new brand campaign, evaluating its impact and effectiveness. The conversation transitions to the growing competition in the AI space between ChatGPT and Claude, highlighting user adoption and brand health metrics. The trio also explores the recent controversies faced by Tylenol and how brand trust plays a crucial role in weathering PR storms. Lastly, they touch on Ben Stiller's foray into the healthier soda market with Stiller Soda and analyze the potential market dynamics. The episode is packed with insightful data and expert opinions, offering a comprehensive look at current marketing strategies and brand health management.02:30 OpenAI's New Brand Campaign03:23 AI Competitors and Market Penetration08:17 Emotional Advertising and Brand Loyalty13:25 Tylenol's PR Crisis and Brand Trust21:02 Ben Stiller's Entry into the Soft Drink Market29:16 Year-End ReflectionsWith thanks to Tracksuit Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

The Hollow9ine Network returns with a special and experimental new program...For the past two years, Podcaster and Content Creator Dave "The Klone" Maresca has been missing in action - in a deep and complicated recovery from a traumatic life experience......after spending nearly 21 months navigating CPTSD and rebuilding his life in the aftermath of an abusive relationship - one that has left him in social and financial ruin and with a future of uncertainty, marred by constant anxiety and depression, his healing process has led to the creation of this living journal, as a means of chronicling his experiences......this program is created in hopes that the life lessons Dave is discovering can be a beacon to those who find themselves similarly lost at sea, in search of a light in the darkness...in search of the hope he, himself, has been searching for...Warning: This program contains true-life recollections of an actual person, that may involve content that some listeners may find disturbing or triggering. If you or someone you know is in need of professional medical and/or mental health assistance, The Hollow9ine Network implores you to seek out such assistance, and has provided links to resources that may be helpful here:CDC Mental Health Tools and Resources Index: https://www.cdc.gov/mentalhealth/tools-resources/index.htmNational Suicide Suicide Prevention Lifeline: 988Disclaimer: Dave "The Klone" Maresca is not a trained medical professional, psychologist, psychiatrist, or a licensed professional trained in providing therapeutic mental health care.  This podcast is an account of his life experiences and meant to be just that.  Any advice or suggestions made in the extemporaneous dialogue of the podcast is not intended to be medical or legal advice.  If such advice is what you are seeking, you are encouraged to seek out the services of a licensed professional.  The Hollow9ine Network and Dave Maresca assume no liability or responsibility for the information provided in these episodes. Support us on RedBubble:https://www.redbubble.com/people/Hollow9ine/shop?asc=u Follow us at... Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/Hollow9ineNetwork/ Twitter: @Hollow9ineCast Instagram: @the_hollow9ine_network YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCuwT8IxWRRI9I8hu2difvhg Email: hollow9inepodcast@gmail.comRead Dave's Blog on Medium: https://medium.com/@davetheklone

Celebrate Native American Heritage Month at the Briscoe Western Art Museum's annual Yanaguana Indian Arts Festival on Saturday, Nov. 8, from 10 a.m. to 4 p.m. Entry is free and includes admission to the Briscoe Western Art Museum. The community event features art, music, dance, storytelling, and more. The Briscoe is located at 210 W. Market St. in San Antonio. For information, visit briscoemuseum.org/etn/yanaguana-indian-arts-festival.Article Link

Victor Orlovski of R136 Ventures joins Nick to discuss From CTO to $500M AUM: Entry Point Discipline, Why People Matter at Every Stage, and the AI-Driven Future of Banking. In this episode we cover: Exit Strategies and Market Challenges Risks and Opportunities in Late-Stage Investments Banking and FinTech Challenges Future of Financial Markets and AI in Banking Impact of AI on Financial Institutions Role of Founders in the AI Era Guest Links: Victor's LinkedIn Victor's X R136's LinkedIn R136's Website The host of The Full Ratchet is Nick Moran of New Stack Ventures, a venture capital firm committed to investing in founders outside of the Bay Area. We're proud to partner with Ramp, the modern finance automation platform. Book a demo and get $150—no strings attached.   Want to keep up to date with The Full Ratchet? Follow us on social. You can learn more about New Stack Ventures by visiting our LinkedIn and Twitter.

In 2024, Cindy's book about her and Mark's experiences living a full-time Van life was published by One Stone Biblical Resources. It is entitled One Hundred Churches: A Three-Year Journey to Witness the Joy of Authentic Christianity. The book is part travel journal, part spiritual roadmap, part autobiography, part devotional, and part vanlife guide.Come along for the ride as Cindy shares the encouraging and informative stories from her book that some of her readers are calling "addictive".

This week, we unleash the ultimate starter kit for diving into the wild, weird, and wonderful world of Nicolas Cage. Whether you're Cage-curious or a seasoned Cageologist, we've got you covered with:

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Christian College Sex Comedy: Part 24 Eve of the New Order In 30 parts, By FinalStand. Listen to the podcast at Explicit Novels.             Earned leadership is a blessing; assigned leadership is a burden   "Am I going to have to spank this little kitty to teach you a lesson?" Rio asked sweetly. Mercy vigorously shook her head in denial. "So you don't want me to do this?" Rio began energetically rubbing her fingers over the moist cunt. I was distracted from the rest of that exchange by Barbie Lynn's recovery. She climbed up my body, cheeks still full of my cum and staring at me with a mischievous hunger. At the moment I thought we were going to mimic the cum-swapping trick Ms. Lane and I had done, she went in another direction. Barbie Lynn leaned forward within inches of Vivian's face. Vivian reacted by pulling away, knocking the back of her skull against the headboard of the bed. "Barbie Lynn, I am not kissing you, and I am certainly not kissing you with Zane's, seed/semen in your mouth," Vivian insisted. Barbie Lynn mumbled something that sounded somewhat like 'but you'll like it' and did her best to look sexy, innocent, and inviting all at once. She would have had me convinced that brushing my teeth with uranium hexafluoride was the best thing for long term dental health too. Barbie Lynn pressed forward, Vivian held her back by putting a hand on each shoulder, and then Barbie Lynn transferred one of Vivian's hands so that it now supported one of Barbie Lynn's dangling tits. Realistically, Vivian was better at Karate than Barbie Lynn and could have blocked/resisted the blow, but Vivian had the ability to be remarkably compliant at the weirdest of times, like right now. Barbie Lynn was really close to doing as promised. "Please don't," Vivian asked softly. Barbie Lynn went one step further; she tapped her forehead to Vivian's forehead, smiled at her, and sat up, ready to swallow at last. "Wait, don't!" Rio cried out. She switched direction so that she was beside Barbie Lynn and they were the ones now actually kissing and letting my semen travel from tongue to tongue. When Rio got her share and then some, she spun rapidly back to Mercy and slapped that girl's thigh, motioning her up on her knees facing Rio. As Mercy reached the appointed position, Rio took her head in both hands and bore into a powerful oral exchange. One blowjob with three recipients, not my normal wake-up routine. That aforementioned bunch of guys is going to crucify me, upside down. Mercy went from slightly hesitant to rather animated in seconds, keeping tight to Rio as Rio tried to withdraw. Mercy's tongue lashed Rio's mouth a few more times before Rio pushed her back. "You like that, my Bang-bunny?" Rio taunted Mercy. "Do you like Zane's cream on your tongue and going down your throat?" "Yes," Mercy responded shyly, "yes, I like it very much." I waited for 'can I have another' and an inappropriate chorus from 'Oliver'. Rio didn't see things that way. She wrapped Mercy up by the waist and kissed her once more. "Okay, but since you are such a lousy cocksucker I am going to make you practice on Zane every night at eleven until you get it right, at least until the end of the semester," Rio scolded Mercy. "If that is what you want!" Mercy beamed. "Lord Jesus, save me," Vivian prayed for sanity to return to the room. "Oh, no, you are not," Barbie Lynn challenged Mercy and Rio's little scheme as she rushed to my rescue. "Not every night, anyway," she added. Maybe not rushing to my rescue after all. "The next lady to lay claim to my sexual favors, I'm going to make French kiss Ms. Marlowe during breakfast at the Dining Hall," I threatened. "Spread the word." "How is that going to work?" Rio snickered. "I don't know, but I've done every other inconceivable thing I've set out to do so why should this be any different?" I gave her a lopsided grin. "Yes, all of this is very nice," Vivian lectured, "but Zane only has seven minutes left to take a shower downstairs." We started to stampede for the exit. "Robes, towels," Vivian reminded us. She was rapidly learning many of the important skills one needs to become a mother to teenagers, a cat wrangler, or a prison guard. The Dawn of the New Order, like it or not.   It started at 6:45 as we began filing out of the dorm toward the dining hall and breakfast. We received texts, or our dorm mothers received them if we didn't have that function, assigning us a tribe we belonged to. What was a tribe? No one seemed to have a clue what this entailed for us.   "So," Iona was the first to ask me, "What tribe are you part of?"   "My tribe's called the Mediator tribe," I responded. "What lame-ass name does your tribe have?" Iona blinked at me, took my phone from my hands, and looked at it while we walked.   "Mercy and I are in 17," Rio sneered. "Why did your group merit a name and ours didn't?"   "Because Zane doesn't have a tribe," Iona figured. "He is not of the mediator tribe; he's a mediator. The real question is, how many mediators are there and what is their responsibility?"   "I'm in tribe three," Vivian volunteered. "I do have a notation but no indication who to see about it." The conversations around us were going in the same general direction, the girls trying to figure what sort of disruptions this would cause. The teachers put a kibosh on students walking around and finding out where their friends were placed so the text and phone messages being tossed around were obscene.   The surprise going to breakfast had saved virtually all of the freshmen from Handmaiden's Duty but they snapped us up heading for Assembly. I had Frederica Nicholas who decided to make a game of her giving me a word and me having to create a poetic verse. I rapidly learned the more risqu my verse, the more touchy-feely she became. (And she is a Rhaine supporter, huh?) I am a glutton for sexual foreplay no matter where it comes from.   Entry into the Assembly Hall brought its own special form of confusion. All the seats had numbers for the tribes that could sit there. I didn't find my group anywhere but I did catch the fact that Christina's group had been broken up. I stopped by Heaven to put a comforting hand on her shoulder because she looked terribly unsettled before I approached Ms. Goodswell on the stage.   My spiritual advisor stood up, walked to the edge of the stage, and knelt down so we could talk privately.   "Hi, Teach. I can't seem to find my groups/tribe's area," I said pleasantly. "Can you help me out? Hell, can you tell me what's going on?"   "Zane, your seat is right over there," she said, pointing to a chair on the front row, aisle seat. She smiled sadly. "All I can tell you about this program right now is that I trust you." Oh crap, that didn't sound good. Sitting on the front row, the region normally reserved for seniors, was just as disturbing. I sensed an epic boning in my future and I was sure I knew who the chick with the strap-on was.   Chancellor Bazz came to the podium and led us through the first ten minutes of the session. I could tell she was simmering with anger and resentment over whatever the upcoming fiasco was, and she showed it. She introduced Vice Chancellor Scarlett, then sat down abruptly. Her enthusiasm wasn't muted; it was buried in the core of the earth.   "Greetings, students of Freedom Fellowship University; I believe we stand at the first step to a great, glorious, and blessed experiment," Vice Chancellor Doctor Victoria Scarlett began. Her plan did sound grandiose, was certainly going to be famous (or infamous), and whichever supernatural powers put their mark on this train wreck, I was sure we'd discover the Arch-angel Morningstar also had his sulfuric fingerprints on it when the CSI's were finally brought in.   The basics of the scheme: There would be eighteen tribes of fifty or more members. Each tribe had all four grades in it but was focused on declared majors so that the girls could support one another. Each tribe would internally determine how they would regulate themselves as well. Externally, relations would be overseen by the Mediator, yes, that was in the singular, as in one: me.   At this point, I was wondering if jumping up, shooting Scarlett in the heart, and crying 'Sic semper tyrannis' was appropriate. I didn't have a gun and realistically, Victoria didn't deserve death for what she was putting all of us through. A few days in a pillory would suffice. No, she was making me be the 'Man' of our academic community, our judge and arbitrator.   As for my job qualifications, or lack thereof; I am considered morally loose, if not downright deviant. I'm an eighteen-year-old boy telling twenty-one-year-old women what to do, I have no legal experience, oh, yes, and half the campus hates my guts. I almost missed it when Doctor Scarlett added that Vivian would remain my guardian.   Maybe Vivian would throw herself in the path of a sharpened pencil, pen, or stylus aimed at my heart by any number of the young ladies that wanted me dead, just like a Secret Service Agent.   "You will be informed of the location of your first meetings. Each tribe will meet at eight o'clock tonight and tomorrow night to create the foundations of your group," Doctor Scarlett informed us.   "Tribes five and seventeen will be meeting in the Solarium of Alan Smithee dorm, if that is okay with Mr. Braxton." Victoria looked my way. I stood up in case anyone missed my discomfort for being called out and actually asked by a lead educator for anything resembling permission on this campus.   "Eight o'clock tonight?" I questioned. "I don't know if that works for me. I have a Brazilian body wax at eight and have scheduled my eyebrows to be plucked at 8:45, plus there is a new episode of NCIs: Los Angeles at nine."   "How about they promise to keep the noise level down?" Victoria volleyed right back at me without missing a beat.   "Very well, Doctor Scarlett, if you personally guarantee their behavior, I'm okay with them using my room," I allowed. I couldn't provoke Scarlett and I couldn't embarrass her, so I was back to facing her rear-bound artificial cock catching up with my behind. I sat back down. Victoria quickly exited center stage and a bitter Chancellor ushered us through the last of the service.   I waited outside the Assembly Hall for my friends and my Handmaiden for the moment, Theresa Yates. Christina and Chastity caught up with me first, both giving me a curious look.   "Bro," Rio sneered as she and Mercy joined us, "we need to discuss your future abuse of power, bribes and kick-backs you are going to get. Nice banter with ol' Scarlett too."   "Yes," Christina said sarcastically, "being flippant with the Vice Chancellor backfired so spectacularly the first time, it definitely needed repeating." Her criticism really sucked because I always secretly wanted her to think well of me.   "What's your plan?" Chastity prodded me. She was always helping me out when she got the chance. As she finished, Iona, Hope, Faith, and Heaven showed up.   "They split us up," growled Heaven. "Do something, Zane."   "He just found out about this," Iona responded before I could. "Give it time and combined, we will come up with a solution together." I sighed with some relief at her assistance and then I blinked. The powerful kiss I planted on Iona's lips caught everyone off-guard.   "Freaking brilliant!" I complimented her gaily, giddy with glee. I didn't have an actual plan yet but I had a direction to propel my thought toward. With my mind awhirl, I caught sight of Theresa moving past me on her way to class.   "Hey, Theresa," I called out. "What are you having me do today?" She looked a bit shocked.   "Zane, we are no longer allowed to call on you for Handmaiden's Duty," she informed me.   "Oh, He, ck no," I choked out. "Who says?"   "The Vice-Chancellor declared you to be outside the tradition," she stated sadly. I wasn't going to stand for this. Victoria was building a wedge between me and the rest of the student body.   "Iona, do that tech-thing that you do and inform the ladies that by the authority vested in me as mediator, I am reinstating myself as part of the Handmaiden's duty until, over half of the tribal leaders petition that I do otherwise," I announced.   "By tech-thing, do you mean send a text message with an accompanying e-mail to all the students on the school registry?" Iona regarded me quizzically.   "Zane," Chastity worried, "are you sure you have the authority?"   "Of course he has the authority," Rio declared. "He's the freaking mediator." Sometimes I would really like to get a word in before the conversation runs away from me.   I swatted Iona on the ass, she squawked.   "Chastity, this is clearly a game of chicken, so why not see how far Scarlett is willing to go," I replied. The look Christina gave me restored my faith in me; her eyes beamed at me, alight with an intellectual fire. I had one last thing to do while the chaos boiled one last time before the ebb: I hugged Rio.   "I want you to break into Gabrielle's place," I whispered in her ear, "wait for her to come get you, and tell her this: There is no Cordelia Dresden."   "Back off, Joker," Rio punched me. Rio trusted me not to put her in harm's way if I had another choice and Gabrielle knew that Rio would be the last person any sane individual would trust to do this.   She gave no hint of a reply to my request. The assumption was, if Cordelia didn't know what we were up to, she couldn't figure out a way to stop us, and right now I wanted a way for us out of her little game here at FFU. My current theory was that the girl I knew as Cordelia didn't exist before she came here, she was an invented personality, and I wanted to know who the inventor was.   Oh yeah, back to my actual life where my academic and social lives were in upheaval because my current nemesis (or one of them anyway) was a crusading idealist. I swear to God, if I survive this place, I will never forgive Aunt Jill for not sending me to the University of Hawaii, which was my first choice for college. All I had to worry about there was hurricanes, tsunamis, volcanoes, and the wrath of the island spirits for despoiling virgins, simple shit.   "Zane, you will discuss the merits and sins of the concubines of King Solomon with me," Theresa said, as she passed me her backpack to carry. Life rolled back to semi-normal and we separated to make our way to our first classes of the day. That illusion took another ill turn when I entered English class with Ms. Goodswell. She gestured for me to come to her desk before the lesson began.   "Zane," she informed me softly, "none of the female teachers or administrators at this school can give you orders, only suggestions. Only Doctor Jennings may truly compel you to do anything."   This bombshell was the reason she said she trusted me back in Assembly. The only one making me do the right thing was me. I had never considered me Mr. Responsibility before so I was in for a crash course in having authority over 900 students and 100 teachers. I told Virginia Goodswell about my decision concerning my Handmaiden's Duty to get her input, then compelled her to treat me as any other student, because apparently, I'm in charge of students now.   "There are old soldiers and there are bold soldiers, but there are very few old, bold soldiers," she reminded me. "Never forget, no matter how dark it may seem, Zane, you are never alone."   "I could always use a picture of you in a white, low-cut bikini to inspire me," I hinted.   "Mr. Braxton, by the authority vested in me by the mediator, I order you to take your seat so we can begin classes," she smirked. Oh, the irony: stymied by my own hubris.   Celia Wanamaker snapped me up coming out of English class. Vivian was waiting for me and Raven was in tow, right up until Paige snapped her up. Celia had me name a biblical character for each letter of the alphabet. Paige had Raven quote bible verses, backwards. As if there was any doubt my day could get worse, it did so immediately.   "Oh, the great Priest-King approaches!" screeched Rio on seeing me. "We all must genuflect, that's kneel down until your head touches the ground for you stupid bitches, until the Mediator passes." The horrible, horrible thing was that dozens of confused girls started doing just that.   "Hold on," I held up my hands for attention, "Hold on. Rio is mistaken. Genuflecting is only done during the Holy Days of Christmas, Good Friday, and Easter."   Okay, I made that up off the fly and I figured that I wouldn't be at school for Christmas, and Good Friday and Easter were next year and I'd worry about that then. For now:   "Emily, Rebecca, Henrietta, and Magdalena, please carry Rio to her next class, by the legs and arms," I instructed some of the closest students. "If a door or other object gets in the way, don't hesitate to use her head as a battering ram."   "Damn, Bro, that's harsh," Rio giggled from the floor. I knelt beside her.   "Yeah," I whispered, "like being man-handled by four girls isn't going to turn you on."   "Don't tell them that," she whispered back. I rose and continued on to class. A wiggling, squirming, cursing, and fighting Rio followed us.   I went through the same rigmarole in Biblical Archeology. I told the teacher that using my authority over students, I was instructing her to instruct me as if I was any other student, because I was a student and this was the area of my authority; right? She bought into my reasoning with some relief.   "How was it?" I mouthed to Rio once class was well on the way.   "Two hands all the way up the thigh, one knows I forgot my undies and was thoroughly soaked, two titties grabbed," Rio described what she'd been subjected to, "and I got to bite Magdalena's ass. I love those soccer player asses. You are most likely the best friend I will ever know; thank you."   "Always willing to help a fellow pervert out," I grinned back. Rio winked, then returned to work. I needed all the humor I could get because it was going to be a long damn day. By the time I made Marksmanship at three o'clock, I was damn happy to shoot something. I got some relief by having my best day ever, scoring a 53 (out of a possible 100) at the range. When I finished, I noticed a large number of my club mates standing close by.   WOMEN and the WORLD at LARGE   "Yes?" I questioned the ladies clustered behind me at the firing line.   "Oh, we are huddling behind your manliness," Daphne, one of the better shooters, joked.   "Manliness? Daphne, you just shot an 87. Hell, if you ladies want to be safe, stand in front of me, because apparently that's the one place my bullets don't go," I chided her.   That was a slight exaggeration. I was a pretty good shot out to 50 meters, but when I have to use binoculars to even see the target some of these girls are nailing, I know I have a long way to go.   "Zane, police your station," Hope instructed me. "Everyone, it is time for field training." This was the other part of marksmanship, sneaking around and spotting targets in the woods. We didn't use live rounds but it was still fun stuff.   "Gung-ho!" I responded to Hope. I'd heard that this was the battle cry of an Asian-American unit in World War II; Japanese I think.   "I'm Korean, Zane," Hope tried not to chuckle. "We are not exactly friends with the Japanese."   "If I stop saying it will you ask your Daddy not to come?" I inquired hopefully.   "If you keep saying it, I'll stop telling my Father I can't live without you," she countered.   "You can't live without me?" I questioned.   "Of course I can live without you, but I had to think of something to stop him from parachuting here in the dead of night and slitting your throat," she confided.   "You are joking; right?" I worried. Hope was nonresponsive as we got our gear together for the hike. "Hope, tell me that was a joke." Once we passed into the forest, Hope was quiet, business-like and nothing but. We were a mile into our trek when Hope settled down to study the environs. Per procedure, Hope watched to her front and left; I crouched at her back, facing away, and watched to our rear and Hope's right.   We would stay this way until Hope set up on the target, which was when I became her spotter. Since we weren't there yet, I scanned my area one more time, then cupped my right hand and reached behind me until I touched Hope's ass. I waited for a reaction of any kind but none came. Three seconds later I began to gently coast along her posterior, lightly squeezing her buttocks and rubbing along her cleft.   With a careful ear, I caught Hope's breath gaining in intensity. A few seconds later, she reached back and tapped my arm lightly so I stopped. Hope then rose carefully and we continued on our way. During the entire encounter, neither one of us had deviated from our watchfulness, which gave the whole situation a greater erotic appeal for me.   "Zane," Hope caught my attention as the last rifle and bullet was secured away, "I really wasn't sure how you would deal with me, being better than you. How do you do it?"   "All the training and skill in the world isn't worth a damn if you won't fight," I tried to explain. "A willingness to fight without talent is a waste. Hope, you didn't defeat me; you beat me."   She seemed to be searching for my definition of those two terms.   "Let's walk over to Orienteering before Heaven pops," I suggested. "We can both pin Heaven down but short of killing her, I'm not sure how to stop her." Hope chuckled at that assessment and nodded. "Hope, you put me on the mat and made me tap out, you beat me. You haven't discouraged me from coming at you when I feel I'm more capable, you haven't defeated me."   "Beating implies physical dominance but defeat is a state of mind," Hope replied as she stripped my definitions bare. I swung back my hand to spank her ass. Hope flinched slightly as instinct recognized the incoming blow and dictated a menu of responses, most of which involved causing me pain. I spanked her left ass cheek; Hope yelped and glared over her shoulder at me in feigned annoyance.   "You are a very verbose wench," I shook my finger at her.   "Do you want them to perform an extensive autopsy to figure out where I stuck that finger or are you going to remove it from my face right now?" she challenged me mirthfully. I stepped to her side, draped an arm around her waist; a second later she hesitantly echoed the gesture.   When we got to Orienteering, Hope and I parted company and I joined my fellow students as Heaven stood before us. The silence dragged on, and on until I finally felt compelled to raise my hand.   "Yes, Zane?" Heaven asked sweetly. You know; that 'sweetly' that says, I have an iron skillet to the head in my immediate future.   "Class? Are we going to have class today? Please?" I mumbled.   "I don't know, Zane," Heaven glared at me with a vicious smile stitched to her face. "Do we have your permission to have class today? Apparently we need to." Oh, fuck-buckets; Hope had probably had the same instructions and blown them off; Heaven was going a different way.   "I understand," I announced with dignity as I stood and walked up beside Heaven before facing the rest of the class. "As your appointed mediator, I think we should come forth and pray on the matter. All of you come to the front and kneel in a semi-circle; you too Heaven." I put a hand on her shoulder and put pressure on her to kneel beside me, right beside me.   The girls gathered around, Heaven was on her knees only inches from my crotch with her eyes flickering from my hard cock (I'm giving strong consideration to slamming that bastard in the middle of the US Tax Code to make it calm down) to my eyes. Soon I was in the center of a waist-level sea of slightly swaying female heads.   "Let us pray," I intoned. "Lord, guide us and give us strength to be true to ourselves, have faith in the gifts of insight, determination, and self-worth you have given us. Also, give us the vision to see what is wrong, the knowledge to understand when we hear things that are nonsense, and the will to forge past those words so that we find our own voice. In Jesus Christ's name we pray; Amen." "Amen," the girls said, at varying volumes and with varying conviction. They were all there, on their knees, staring at me. I swear to God, if one of them had 'Bahhed, I'd have died on the spot. "Okay, who believes I'm more qualified to teach this class than Heaven?" I began. Two girls started to raise their hands then self-consciously reversed direction. "You are all correct; I am totally unqualified to teach this class. I am totally unqualified to tell any of you to do virtually anything. I don't know more about life than any of the rest of you do. At eighteen, I'm younger than most of you. I'm a guy, nothing more. You ladies don't need me. Really, do any of you have any need of me whatsoever?" "Sex," blurted out of the mouth of Ruth, one of the senior club members. No one said anything for a few seconds. Okay, I could deal with this. "Fine, sex. With the Purity Pledge here, do any of you think you would need me for sex?" Twelve of the fourteen girls raised their hands; counting Heaven made it thirteen. I wanted to be anywhere else but in the deathtrap of my own creation. Screw that; I wanted to crawl into a deep, dark hole and pull the dirt in behind me. "We hear you are really good at it," Benios tried to explain things to me. "Brandi told us all about blowjobs. Those seem safe enough with the Pledge," Michelle added. Heaven started snickering at my expense. "All right, everyone," Heaven raised her voice as she stood up, accidentally squeezing my cock through my pants as she did so, "let's get started, and if no one screws up today, we can have Thursday's class in Zane's bedroom." We finished the last class for the day and started leaving our outdoor classroom when Ruth put her hand on my lower arm. "Zane, does a blowjob violate the Purity Pledge?" she asked. That wasn't really what she was asking. Why would I know the specifics of a pledge that everyone knew I hadn't taken? No, what she was asking was if she could experiment with oral sex with me. The other girls were not so surreptitiously hanging around for the answer. "Honestly, I don't believe that fellatio is an acceptable alternative to vaginal sex unless it includes cunnilingus," I bullshitted. I believed that, but I was hoping the lingo would buy me an exit. "What?" Ruth stammered. "Oh, I know that," Michelle giggled. "Fellatio is when you take a man's phallus and put it in your mouth, and cunnilingus is when a man puts his mouth, down there," she pointed at her crotch. "Zane, do you do that too? Put your mouth, Ruth hounded me. "Sure," I confessed. "Every man should, but in reality, it is more than tongue work", I wiggled my tongue, "but finger work too. All you have to do is think how your fingers feel down there, except this time they are under someone else's control and you have a strong, flexible muscle added to the mix." I instantly knew I was missing something with this audience. "You touch yourself; right?" I questioned. By many of the guilty looks, I could tell that most of the class had, but a surprising number hadn't, Ruth included. "I never have," Ruth replied. "I was afraid I'd stop being a virgin." I nodded, walked over to the closest tree, and banged my head against it. "That's enough for today," Heaven intervened. "We can pick up this wonderful, non-orienteering discussion next time." She ushered me away. I was rather thankful to get away and into the company of someone I trusted. "Are you ready for tonight?" "You mean am I waiting to pack your tight ass and drag my fingernails over your back until I draw blood? Yes," I grinned down at her. "Evil!" she giggled. "You are sinister, vile, and an aberration to all that is pure in the world." "Well, you are purely wonderful," I countered. "So is this a case of opposites attract?" "Do you like to see me that way?" my transvestite lover teased. "Your legs on my shoulders as I drive into you; on your hands and knees; you looking down at me as you slide down that first time, your ass cheeks bouncing, with my hands kneading them as you face away, but most of all, with your head on my chest, asleep, your hair spilling over your eyes as you lay there, that's the best," I related. "How can you be lusty and sweet at the same time?" she murmured. "It's how you make me feel, Heaven," I explained. "It is no mystery, you are that good to me." "Best boyfriend ever," she whispered, as she hugged my arm tight. On the final approach to Heaven's dorm, she gave me a nudge. "So, how did you beat the ten-second rule?" Heaven prodded me. "We have a ten-second rule?" I questioned. "We don't, silly; it's Hope's rule," Heaven grinned. "No one holds her for more than ten seconds. She has, had proximity issues." "We were intimate," I pointed out. "That probably helps." "I hope so," Heaven laughed. "The first time Christina and I barged into her room, we found ourselves staring down the barrel of a gun. Chastity was her roommate and she nearly freaked because she didn't know Hope had an automatic, much less slept with one under her pillow." "Note to self: never climb in Hope's window looking for a midnight hook-up," I sighed. "Hey," Heaven playfully grumbled, "if you are crawling in anyone's window for some late-night booty, it had better be my window and my booty you are after, Mister." "Or what?" I teased. "Are we back to me being in a deep, dark hole, you with the only key, dressed up for me in black strips of leather?" That description dated back to our first day on campus together when she hated my very existence. "Bitch," Heaven growled with frustrated desire. "I'll see you at the car in ten minutes, then." I gave a double pump of the eyebrows and left. We had been invited by Officer Danica Campbell of the Lancaster PD for a barbeque so we could get reacquainted. It was something Heaven was really looking forward to (not that I minded). Danica's house needed a little yard work but was otherwise an unremarkable ranch style house with an attached carport. Heaven's hands kept fluttering at her sides and straightening out her skirt. Me; I was in a long-sleeved pull-over and jeans and was having a much easier time of it emotionally. My only problem was our timetable; I had to be back before nine. We could smell the burning charcoal from the front yard but I indicated to Heaven that we weren't friends enough to simply walk around back unannounced. We rang the doorbell, then rang it again. Heaven was going for a third, nervous try when Danica opened the door. "Hey, you two, come on in," she greeted us, and stepped aside so we could enter. The first aura I detected in Danica's home was of benign neglect; the house was inhabited but no one actually lived here. Everything looked old but not worn, except for one chair and the cabinet around the TV which had VHS tapes (?) and scores of DVDs from the past ten years. Danica was in a lumberjack shirt, jeans, and deck shoes with a noticeable lack of bra, panties, and socks. "I'm glad you two showed up," Danica said, talking to us as we followed her through the living room to the kitchen. We could see the grill cooking away on a concrete patio through a sliding glass door. "I almost showed up last night," Heaven blurted out, then looked mortified. "You would have had to wait a while," Danica joked. "I worked last night." "I would have put her to sleep on the doorstep, covered her in a blanket, and given her a garden gnome to use as a pillow," I joked. Heaven blushed furiously and punched me in the arm. "Be careful, Mister Braxton," Danica threatened me with a wink, "I have handcuffs, pepper spray, and a taser, behave." I was hoping that comical exchange would have reduced the tension. It almost worked. As Danica opened the sliding glass door, she turned to say something. I have no idea what it was that got into her but at that point, Heaven threw herself at our hostess, wrapped her arms around Danica's neck, and kissed the lady cop. Danica staggered out the door onto the patio, grabbed the doorsill before they toppled over, and after her obvious moment of panic, put her other arm around Heaven's waist. Third Wheel Syndrome was kicking in for a while as the two kept tickling each other's tonsils and rubbing their bodies together. "I, ah, wanted to kiss you since I talked to you on the phone," Heaven finally said. Danica stroked a finger along Heaven's left earlobe, wiggling it back and forth. "Mission accomplished," Danica smiled. "You don't date much, do you? That's not a condemnation; it's just, you have a raw intensity I haven't seen in a while. I like it." Heaven looked ready to dive into another lip frenzy when our hostess held her up. "Let's check on the grill, unless you like your pork chops and chicken burnt as hard as the coals that made 'em." Heaven gave Danica enough lead to make it to the grill and open it up. My friend coughed and choked as the smoke billowed out; it was Heaven's first outdoor barbeque, or at least the first that didn't involve a professional pit master and a whole steer. "Give her some room," I cautioned Heaven. "I hear those things are hot." It was my first time too, but they had similar things in Thailand so I wasn't totally lost. Eventually, I was forced to wrap my arms around Heaven from behind to keep her from bouncing all over the place. Her enthusiasm didn't bother me; she was fun and felt she had a lot of catching up to do. We chatted about her work and our school machinations. Danica made a crack about me and women putting me on my back, funny like a crutch. We gathered in her living room; it was the only room that had the seats to meet our needs with the meat, coleslaw, hush puppies, and lima beans to eat. There was the promise of sherbet if dinner didn't fill us up. Things were going so smoothly that I almost missed Danica's little ploy. "Heaven, since you are getting a beer, would you get me one too," Danica off-handedly mentioned. We were finishing up the meal and washing it down with the appropriate beverage, lemonade in my case and beer in theirs. "Sure," Heaven smiled warmly, and off she went. She didn't hear Danica get up and follow her into the kitchen, though Danica did give me a wink. The moment Heaven pulled the two lagers out of the refrigerator, Danica slipped up behind her and pressed her body into Heaven's. For a second, Heaven thought it was me and was looking over her shoulder to chastise me. I was following but was hanging back. "Zane, then she noticed it was Danica, "Huh?" "Hey, Precious," Danica purred to her, "it seems your hands are occupied;" gesturing to the beer in each. Danica stretched her arms around and cupped Heaven's breasts and began massaging them. Heaven tried to twist around but Danica didn't let her. She bit into Heaven's neck instead, sucking up and down from ear to shoulder. "The last time you snuck up on me; now it is my turn. How does it feel?" Danica continued. She pressed Heaven up against the refrigerator door, grinding her there for a while before letting Heaven turn and faced her. "It feels good," Heaven gulped, "but I know some other things I want to do to you that are better." Danica answered that by sensually sliding down Heaven's body until she was kneeling. From there she lifted Heaven's skirt, pulled down her double panties and started making kissing/slurping noises that made Heaven shudder in anticipation. Danica was bobbing in a slow, languid style that was pushing the tranny toward her own internal blaze. I saw the opportunity to come up and relieve Heaven of her beers before she dropped them. Heaven's hands dropped immediately to Danica's head and trembled with the desire to push Danica farther and farther down her cock. Danica held her off, having more blowjob experience than Heaven and I combined. I took the time offered to remove all our shirts and Heaven's bra before alternating kissing Danica's neck and back while playing with her tits, and going to Heaven and kissing her and teasing her nipples with my teeth. She was over-eager and was tapping Danica's crown inside a minute, indicating the shortness of her fuse. Heaven gave a muted squeak followed by, "Oh, God, that's so fucking good, take it, oh, God, take it!" Danica did a masterful job of soaking up everything Heaven had to give and draining her dry afterwards. Danica had to hold Heaven's hips to stop my lover from sliding to the ground on her ass. "I think we will all be passing on the sherbet," Danica grinned while licking her lips. Heaven nodded, first shakily but soon with much more assurance. I kicked off my shoes in my own endorsement of this plan and we were soon all migrating to Danica's bedroom. Heaven, new to the romantic aspects of sexuality, dove straight onto the bed and shimmied out of her skirt. Danica and I stopped at the foot of said bed and shed our pants (and underwear for me). As Heaven looked at us, I pulled Danica's hair aside and began kissing her from right beneath her ear down to the nape of her neck. Danica responded by pressing her backside into me and gyrating her ass on my crotch. Danica ran her left hand behind her back and began moving it sensually along my stomach to the base of my cock and up again. Her right hand stroked my thigh and hip on the other side. I countered by moving my left to her left breast, mauling it but leaving the nipple unmolested for now. My right hand went in a serpentine fashion to her crotch and hovered right above her clitoris. We played tag with our intimate parts long enough for Danica to start sweating and moaning against me. "Why aren't you married, again?" she snickered. "Oh, yeah, you being eighteen and all." "Are you too much woman for one man?" I countered. "Actually, I've been looking for someone special," she confessed, but she wasn't looking at me when she said it. That wasn't lost on Heaven either; her jaw dropped. "Don't freak," Danica reassured her. "I know we don't have much in common, I'm a townie and you're a rich girl from somewhere else, but we have until spring if you want to hang out." It took Heaven a few moments to digest that. "I'd like that, Danica; I'd like that a lot," she smiled. "Well, I'd like it if you came over here and kissed me before your boyfriend drives me totally nuts," Danica teased her. Heaven got on her knees and waddled to the end of the bed to join us. "Wait," Heaven said at the last second, eyes wide with surprise. "I have a boyfriend and a girlfriend, I rock!" and then she dove into Danica's lips. Danica was propelled into me by Heaven's passionate embrace. She reciprocated by moving her hand off my hip and onto Heaven's semi-rigid cock. Heaven's phallus hardened quickly enough and she upped the tempo by buoying up her breasts and initiating a nipple fight between her tits and Danica's, wow, a freaking advantage I hadn't thought of. "Let s, Danica gulped for air " get on, the bed. I want some, of this, in me," she pulled on Heaven's cock. Oh, yeah, this was the Heaven-Danica show and I was second fiddle, and I felt it was glorious. 'You are known not by what you do but by what you leave behind,' or so yet another saying goes. Danica and Heaven were happy with one another, even if only for a little while. That 'while' included Heaven retreating up the bed as Danica followed and I pursued her. "Have you been a good girl?" Danica quizzed Heaven. "Do we need a condom?" clarified the issue. "No, no, I've only been with Zane," Heaven answered. "That's hardly a ringing endorsement for safe sex," Danica chuckled. "Damn, that's just cold," I groaned. "For your information, if my partner wasn't a virgin, she was someone I know intimately." "So you are not doing it with that Warlord chick living in your house now?" Danica persisted. "How do you even know about that? It happened Sunday," I wondered. "Zane," Danica sighed patiently, "I'm a cop and your house is like two miles away." "Can we get back to concentrating on the sex?" Heaven grumbled. "I'll wear a condom if you want. I'll wear a harem girl outfit if you want, as long as it leads to sex with you." "That won't be, necessary," Danica murmured as she positioned Heaven's cock between her labia then began to push down. I was working out what my place in this could be when I spotted the bottle of lubricant (generic) boldly sitting on Danica's nightstand, not very subtle at all. I shifted over, got the bottle, then got around behind them once more. "Can I join in?" I asked. "I trust you," Danica purred. Silly her; I'm behind her with a source of lube and a passion to use it. I poured some out on Danica's cleft and let it ooze down toward her cunt. I let it cascade over three fingers before sealing it up again. With my left hand, I began working a finger into Danica's anus, and with my right, I worked another into Heaven's. "Oh," Danica grunted, as I slipped past her sphincter. Heaven's response was to moan sensually. It took me a little while to not only work a finger in but a second one in as well; then the fun began. With Heaven, I began both pumping and making a series of circular motions; with Danica, though, I pressed down until I was counter-massaging Heaven's cock through the walls of her rectum and cunt. "Oh, my fucking God!" shouted Danica. "That feels great; she's really grinding against me." "Keep that up," gasped Heaven. "I, I can feel your fingers." Okay, I got this one right. I could also feel the sympathetic impulses growing between Danica's vaginal walls and Heaven's cock; they weren't going to last long. Drilling Heaven's butthole in rapid-fire fashion sent her crashing ahead of the wave. "Dan, Dan, Danica, Hell, yeah!" Heaven screamed as she slammed upward into the lady cop. Danica's back bowed and a low growling noise reverberated through her body. Both tried to use their anal muscles to grind my finger bones together; for the orgasms they were riding through, it was worth it. Danica shivered through one last orgasmic burst then settled gently down on Heaven. Heaven reached around with her arms and ran them up and down Danica's back. Our hostess pushed off her lover's body with her elbows on the mattress and kissed her nose. "That felt wonderful," she smiled down at Heaven. Heaven didn't immediately respond. "Is something wrong?" Danica worried. "I, um, it was really nice, Danica, but, Heaven worked through the words. "But?" Danica asked. "But I think I'm into guys," Heaven gave her worried confession. "I'm sorry; what we did felt good but what sent me over the top was, " "Oh," Danica seemed to deflate. "Hold on," I intervened, even as my fingers were still slowly working them both. "Heaven, you liked Danica's blowjob; right?" "Yes. It was wonderful," Heaven brightened up. "She's, you are, she looked into Danica's eyes " the best I've ever had." "Still, you like it up your ass, don't you?" I prodded. Heaven bit her lip and rolled her head to the side. Danica pushed herself onto all fours and sighed. "Well, damn," she sighed, "I was sort of hoping, " "Danica, would you consider screwing Heaven's ass? Giving it a chance?" I hazarded. "I'd give it a shot," Danica replied after a moment's hesitation. Being with a girl was new; being with a transgender was new; and now being the driving force in anal sex was going to be new too. "I'll get dressed and go out to the car," I winked. "Surprise, surprise; I worried something like this would happen so I brought a few things along." I was afraid that when I got back from the car with my backpack holding the strap-on, that a chill would have set in. I shouldn't have worried; Danica was surprisingly passionate and Heaven was sheer surprise itself. They were cuddled face to face exchanging small kisses and stroking each other's hair. "I just want you both to know," Danica held up a warding hand, "if that thing is longer than my arm, I'm calling this off." I presented the device for her approval and while it could be intimidating, it wasn't scarier than Heaven's normal equipment. "I'm glad that's going into you and not me," Danica ended up teasing Heaven. Not to be outdone, Heaven rolled onto her stomach and wiggled her upraised ass in the air. "Oh, she's begging for it," Danica laughed. "Yes, she does, and if you think that's sweet, imagine how nice it is to wake up with her ramming that pole in while riding you," I painted the picture. "Is there any position she doesn't like?" Danica inquired. "I'm right here, my ass up in the air. Please, somebody do something," Heaven whined. "Not that I know of," I ignored Heaven's plea. "You could try it in the shower, bent over the sofa, heels up in the La-Z-Boy, or hanging from the pull-up bar, she's quite strong." "Oh, hmm, thanks, Zane; I'll explore those opportunities," Danica grinned. "Hello, ass here, needs stuffing," Heaven became more insistent. "She's shameless," Danica teased happily. "Absolutely," I laughed, "but if one of us doesn't fulfill her needs real soon, violence will ensue." "Zane, you warm her up and I'll figure out how to put this thing on," Danica instructed me as she took hold of her sexual toy. "About damn time," Heaven panted as I worked my first finger in again. I'd oiled up several fingers before handing the lube to Danica to prepare her artificial cock with. Heaven's anus was already pliable from our activity so it took only two minutes to work the second and third finger in. By that time, both Danica and Heaven were ready. "This is weird," Danica mumbled, as she placed her phallic head against Heaven's sphincter. "Let me know if this, she got out before Heaven pushed back and gasped. "Doesn't that hurt?" "Makes me feel full," Heaven gasped. "Push." Danica did indeed push, and spanked Heaven for good measure. Now that I was freed up again, I elected to recline beside Heaven and watch her get fucked by Danica. Heaven and I made eye contact; that totally free, blissful look was exceptionally special for me. I'd seen Heaven afraid far too often. I'd seen her furious far too often as well. "Zane," Heaven perked up, "get over here. I want your cock. I want it coming and going." "Revenge," taunted Danica. Heaven and I had given Officer Campbell simultaneous oral and anal sex, and now Heaven was getting the same treatment. I sat my ass on the pillow in front of Heaven's face, legs spread wide. She grabbed my cock in both hands (my cock is so massive, its ability to block out the Sun often cows primitive tribes, or maybe Heaven has small hands) and yanked it forward somewhat painfully until she could lick the tip. "Come on, Zane," Danica egged me on, "take hold of her head and fuck her like a cheap slut." A shudder passed head to foot through Heaven's body and she gave out a small sob. "Heaven," I asked cautiously, "do you want to stop?" "I'm being fucked like a slut, Zane," she replied tearfully. "I'm being fucked like a slut." You never know with some people. Danica gave me a worried look so I gave her a quick smile and a nod. Heaven wanted to be a woman, but almost as important was that she wanted to be seen and treated like a woman. It may have played out in Heaven's imagination that she had gone to some seedy bar looking all hot and sexy, then a couple had picked her up so they could treat her like a bad little girl. I raised my hips, feeding more of my cock into Heaven's mouth. "Spank your bitch's ass," I teased Danica. She responded by alternating noisy but not very painful slaps to our tranny's buttocks. Heaven wanted the tease, not the real pain, and Danica was right there for her. Once we had a good rhythm going, I could feel Danica's cock slamming at its deepest impact, Heaven squirming and squealing with the pleasure and her tongue and throat swirling around my oral intrusion. She slurped and sucked desperately while a small amount of drool marked her cheek and jaw. Heaven began making whimpering noises along with the grunts when Danica drove in deeper. All the sizzling sex I'd been forced (yeah, right) to watch sent me over the edge first. "Heaven, babe, here it comes," I chanted several times before I finally did shoot gobs and gobs, so much it shot out her nose and mouth. Okay, not really that much, but I certainly felt some relief. &l

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In this special Día de Muertos bonus episode, Natalie invites KPBS web producer Leslie Gonzalez to explore Tijuana's famous Mercado Hidalgo and discover the stunning altar that's built each year to honor the market's founding partners who have passed away.But there's a twist: Leslie has never actually visited Tijuana. Her parents always warned her that it was too dangerous. Now, this trip becomes a personal journey of discovery, connection, and celebration that goes far beyond the border itself. It immerses her in the colors, flavors, and traditions of Día de Muertos.Social media and contactFrom KPBS, “Port of Entry” tells cross-border stories that connect us. More stories at www.portofentrypod.orgFacebook: www.facebook.com/portofentrypodcastInstagram: www.instagram.com/portofentrypodSupport our show at www.kpbs.org/donate. Search “Port of Entry” in the gifts section to get our sling bag as a thank-you gift.If your business or nonprofit wants to sponsor our show, email corporatesupport@kpbs.org.Text or call the "Port of Entry" team at 619-500-3197 anytime with questions or comments about the show or email us at podcasts@kpbs.org.CreditsHosts: Alan Lilienthal and Natalie GonzálezWriter/Producer: Julio C. Ortiz FrancoTechnical Producer/Sound Designer: Adrian VillalobosEditor: Chrissy NguyenEpisodes translated by: Natalie González and Julio C. Ortíz FrancoDirector of Audio Programming and Operations: Lisa Morrisette-Zapp

In 2024, Cindy's book about her and Mark's experiences living a full-time Van life was published by One Stone Biblical Resources. It is entitled One Hundred Churches: A Three-Year Journey to Witness the Joy of Authentic Christianity. The book is part travel journal, part spiritual roadmap, part autobiography, part devotional, and part vanlife guide.Come along for the ride as Cindy shares the encouraging and informative stories from her book that some of her readers are calling "addictive".

In 2024, Cindy's book about her and Mark's experiences living a full-time Van life was published by One Stone Biblical Resources. It is entitled One Hundred Churches: A Three-Year Journey to Witness the Joy of Authentic Christianity. The book is part travel journal, part spiritual roadmap, part autobiography, part devotional, and part vanlife guide.Come along for the ride as Cindy shares the encouraging and informative stories from her book that some of her readers are calling "addictive".

The Trump administration's "Compact for Academic Excellence" faces near-universal rejection from the nation's leading universities, even as the White House continues to look for takers. Hosts Mushtaq Gunja, Jon Fansmith, and Sarah Spreitzer unpack why the compact's demands are legally shaky and practically unworkable. Then they turn to UVA's separate civil rights settlement, what it signals for Title VI enforcement, and how DOJ's growing role is reshaping oversight. Also in this episode: the shutdown that isn't shutting down, deep cuts to the Education Department's Office for Civil Rights and TRIO programs, and  the new $100,000 H-1B visa fee.  Here are some of the links and references from this week's show:  The Trump Administration's Higher Education Compact  Compact for Academic Excellence in Higher Education White House   Statement by Higher Education Associations in Opposition to Trump Administration Compact   ACE | Oct. 17, 2025  How the Trump administration is pressuring universities to fall in line  NPR | Oct. 27, 2025  UVA  UVA reaches agreement with US Justice Department on outstanding compliance investigations  UVA Today  Government Shutdown and Higher Ed  Federal Judge Indefinitely Blocks Trump's Latest Layoffs  Inside Higher Ed | Oct. 29, 2025  H-1B Visas  Restriction on Entry of Certain Nonimmigrant Workers  White House | Sept. 19, 2025  ACE, Higher Ed Groups Warn New H-1B Policies Could Undermine U.S. Competitiveness   ACE | Oct. 27, 2025  Letter to DHS on H-1B Visa Fee Increase (PDF)  ACE | Oct. 23, 2025  Comments to DHS on the Proposed H-1B Lottery Rule (PDF)  ACE | Oct. 24, 2025  Higher Ed Institutions Raise Concerns About H-1B Visa Fee  Inside Higher Ed | Oct. 29, 2025  Higher Ed Groups Push for Colleges To Be Exempt From $100K H-1B Visa Fee  Higher Ed Dive | Oct. 29, 2025   

Harvard University recently announced plans for some shocking new courses. Is the U.S. the world's hub for AI advancements? The EU recently launched its face and fingerprint scanning Entry and Exit System, but now it wants more information from travelers before granting entrance. Concerning signs of spiritual decline among young women are alarming to church leaders. Josh Davis tackles all these, and more stories, in today's episode of Headlines from the End Times.

In 2024, Cindy's book about her and Mark's experiences living a full-time Van life was published by One Stone Biblical Resources. It is entitled One Hundred Churches: A Three-Year Journey to Witness the Joy of Authentic Christianity. The book is part travel journal, part spiritual roadmap, part autobiography, part devotional, and part vanlife guide.Come along for the ride as Cindy shares the encouraging and informative stories from her book that some of her readers are calling "addictive".

  Where in the world am I? In San Diego, talking about Machu Picchu Are there any tips to help me avoid being cheated or robbed while traveling? Yes, you can take precautions like removing your expensive jewelry before traveling and not carrying expensive purses or shoes. Don't look like a target. Look like you belong, and try not to stand out from the usual crowd. Check reviews of any Airbnb or turo car rentals you book. Be careful not to walk alone in the dark at night, as much as possible. Think of the odds whenever you go out. Please put them in your favor, not a criminal. If you like today's Confidence Challenge, my book series dives deeper into safety and security while traveling solo—link in description""  See Book A for addressing this challenge. You can find it on our website​​ at https://www.5stepstosolotravel.com/ or on Amazon; it's a several-part series. Today's special destination is: Machu Picchu, Peru. I finally got there, after so many years of wanting to visit. And I had a great time. I hope the same goes for you. Peru is a wonderful place, but you do need to be prepared, and I was. I t'ss almost always a good time to book your ticket to Machu Picchu. So book it now if you are planning it. There is a daily cap of 5600 people. Once you get there, it will be too late to reserve a ticket. You could get lucky, so if you're in an emergency, you may be able to obtain one from a broker, but that will incur an additional cost. I was delaying the purchase for a few weeks, and I'm glad I booked my tour three months in advance. The tickets are not expensive, but it may be a challenge to afford them. I found a travel agency, but they wouldn't accept my credit card over the phone, and when I tried to set up a Western Union money transfer, it was a terrible experience. I'll share that in my mistakes later on. https://www.ticketmachupicchu.com/ticket-machu-picchu-2019/ Machu Picchu tips and insights on the travel for you. Step What to do Tips & costs 1. Tickets (book now!) Buy on Tuboleto.c ultura .pe – choose Circuit 2B (Classic Lower Terrace) for the iconic postcard view with moderate stairs. Cost 172 PEN ≈ US $45. Sales for 2025 opened on 19 Dec 2024; the daily cap is 5,600, so June slots sell out early. Peru RailEl País 2. Train 06:10 Inca Rail or 07:45 PeruRail Expedition from Ollantaytambo to Aguas Calientes; arrive 08:30‑09:30. Sit on the left‑hand side for Urubamba River views. Peru Rail 3. Bus up Buy a Consettur round-trip ticket (US$24) at the kiosk the night before; the first buses roll at 05:30, with a 25-minute ride. Ticket to Machu Picchu   4. Entry window Aim for the 09:00–10:00 slot (good light, less 6 am crowd, still before midday haze). Passport, ticket & small day pack only. My ticket was in the afternoon, and for that it was great. It was hazy that morning, I was told.         6. Optional short hike Huchuy Picchu add‑on (easy 1 km, 30‑40 min, extra 48 PEN) – great summit photo without the steep drop of Huayna Picchu. Ticket to Machu Picchu   7. Lunch & return Picnic outside the gate (no food inside), stamp passport, bus down, 16:20 train back to Cusco (arr. 20:30), or stay one more night at Aguas Calientes if you prefer a slower pace.   Packing checklist: passport, printed tickets, layers (for cool mornings/hot sun), rain shell, 1 L refillable bottle (no disposables), DEET, sunblock, walking poles with rubber tips, cash for snacks & toilets (2 soles). Quick Tips for a Smooth Trip Book everything online in advance, including flights, trains, Machu Picchu tickets, and buses, to avoid lines and secure cheaper fares. Cash is still king in small villages—carry small bills; ATMs are plentiful in Cusco. Solo safety basics: use registered taxis (Taxi Beat or Cabify apps), avoid isolated beach areas at night, and keep photocopies of your passport in separate bags. Enjoy Peru's vibrant coast, Andean culture, and the wonder of Machu Picchu—then you'll be perfectly primed for Brazil's beaches a few days later. ¡Buen viaje! Hard to use Western Union for a payment to my travel expert. Very challenging. It didn't happen; I brought it in person to Cusco. Paid by CC in person, but not to the travel agent. She had to find someone willing to accept the credit card payment in another shop. It was both a great deal and a great pain. The total cost was only $275.Here's a breakdown of my trip to Machu Picchu Machu Picchu: My One-Day Experience (start/finish in Cusco) Timeline & logistics 03:00 woke up; 03:30 ready; 04:00 pickup. Bus from Cusco → Ollantaytambo, then train to Aguas Calientes (Machu Picchu Pueblo)—you even shared the carriage with a few actors. Reached town around 08:30 in the rain; explored, then rented a bathing suit and towel and relaxed at the hot springs (20 soles entry; 5 soles suit; 5 soles towel). Met Eduardo, my English-speaking guide from Cusco (now living locally). I treated him to tea before we got started. Noon: lined up for Machu Picchu entry; private tour from ~12:00–16:30. You tipped 50 soles—he was excellent. The weather shifted from rain to cloudy to sunny, perfect for walking among the ruins. Stats: ~48 flights of stairs and 6.4 miles walked; lots of steps. Afterward, enjoy a massage (~$20), a chocolate bar, and plenty of water before heading back to Cusco at around 11 pm. It was a long, but so valued day. What I saw & felt The town is small: church (Virgen del Carmen, where I said prayers), district offices, train stations, and police clustered together. Wildlife moments: five llamas, including a 3-day-old nursing and another 3-month-old—adorable. The scenery felt grand and expansive—it reminded you of Yosemite for its scale, but with open, terraced mountains rather than dense trees. Photos turned out great. You loved the entire experience and happily checked off another of the Seven Wonders of the World. Language tidbit from your guide:"'ach'= old, 'icch'= mountain. You noticed so many other peaks around the citadel. What I learned….. The tour weaved together the Incas' worship, daily life, food, farming practices (especially corn/maize), and burial customs—you noted that mostly women's skeletons were found in the areas you discussed with your guide. Inca history (brief context): The Inca civilization flourished in the 15th–early 16th centuries across the Andes, constructing extraordinary stone architecture and terraced agriculture without the use of iron or the wheel. Machu Picchu itself sat hidden in the mountains for centuries, its location contributing to its preservation until its 20th-century reintroduction to global attention. The expansive mountain range around the site made it feel concealed and sacred, "hidden for centuries," much like the aura people describe with Angkor Wat (your comparison). Small moments that mattered Tea with Eduardo (my treat) set a relaxed rhythm for the afternoon, and since it was raining, it gave me a chance to dry out. Hot springs soak before the ruins helped counter the early start and altitude. I loved that I could rent a bathing suit for the morning. That was a first. The hot springs were soothing and an unexpected pleasure. Bring your suit if you remember. Private guiding made the history feel personal and clear. I thought I would be in a group, but this was a private tour. One-line takeaway A long, early start bloomed into a perfectly paced day—rain to sun, hot springs to high terraces—guided insight, baby llamas, countless stairs, and a deep, peaceful sense of awe among the Incas'""old mountain" Connect with Dr. Travelbest 5 Steps to Solo Travel website Dr. Mary Travelbest X Dr. Mary Travelbest Facebook Page Dr. Mary Travelbest Facebook Group Dr. Mary Travelbest Instagram Dr. Mary Travelbest Podcast Dr. Travelbest on TikTok Dr.Travelbest on YouTube In the news  

Is Singapore real estate overpriced in 2025? By examining long-term price trends, transaction volumes and interest rate movements, the conversation moves beyond general assumptions to reveal what's truly shaping the market today.   In this episode, Melvin Lim explores why average growth figures—such as 5% per year—don't reflect ground realities. Segmenting by asset type and district reveals a sharp contrast between properties that have surged and those that have stagnated. With key frameworks like quantum pricing and the impact of policy harmonisation, this episode draws a macro-level view on why Singapore's pricing remains resilient, and how the psychology of ownership plays a pivotal role.   If you're navigating capital allocation, planning an entry in Q4 2025, or considering holding strategies into 2030, this episode offers grounded perspectives.

Besties, it's the Girls Overheard Christmas night out - wholesome edition! ❤️ Kick off the festive season with our first-ever Movies & Merch Night! Join us at the iconic Grosvenor Cinema for our exclusive and intimate movie night. Expect cosy cinema seats, festive fizz, and the chance to shop our exclusive new merch drop before anyone else! Bring your pals, your popcorn, and your Christmas spirit — it's going to be the ultimate girls' night out!

In which a Wyoming-educated economist gets big in Japan by inventing modern business theory, and Ken wants to be able to wince on a call. Certificate #36485.

Like many cities, Tijuana is rich with folklore and eerie legends. One such tale is the story of Juan Castillo Morales, also known as Juan Soldado, the unofficial patron saint of migrants.In 1938, Castillo Morales, a military private stationed in Tijuana, was convicted of the rape and murder of 8-year-old Olga Camacho, a girl who lived near the military barracks. However, many believe he was wrongfully accused.According to local folklore, his spirit still wanders the old cemetery in downtown Tijuana, where some claim to have heard him proclaiming his innocence, among other supernatural occurrences.We delve deep into this folktale to uncover the truth behind the legend — the historical context, the people involved and the story of how he became known as the patron saint of migrants.To help distinguish fact from fiction, we spoke with Fernando Escobedo, a historian from Tijuana who has extensively researched the city's past. His work sheds new light on this enigmatic case through the testimony of Fausto Matus, a possible witness to the crime.Don't miss this episode, where we unravel the mystery surrounding this iconic legend from Tijuana.Sources:“Religiosidad Popular en Tijuana, el culto de Juan Soldado” by Gabriel Rivera and Jose Saldaña“Juan Soldado: Rapist, Murderer, Martyr, Saint” by Paul J. VanderwoodFernando Escobedo booksSocial media and contactFrom KPBS, “Port of Entry” tells cross-border stories that connect us. More stories at www.portofentrypod.orgFacebook: www.facebook.com/portofentrypodcastInstagram: www.instagram.com/portofentrypodSupport our show at www.kpbs.org/donate. Search “Port of Entry” in the gifts section to get our sling bag as a thank-you gift.If your business or nonprofit wants to sponsor our show, email corporatesupport@kpbs.org.Text or call the "Port of Entry" team at 619-500-3197 anytime with questions or comments about the show or email us at podcasts@kpbs.org.CreditsHosts: Alan Lilienthal and Natalie GonzálezWriter/Producer: Julio C. Ortiz FrancoTechnical Producer/Sound Designer: Adrian VillalobosEditor: Chrissy NguyenEpisodes translated by: Natalie González and Julio C. Ortíz FrancoDirector of Audio Programming and Operations: Lisa Morrisette-Zapp

In 2024, Cindy's book about her and Mark's experiences living a full-time Van life was published by One Stone Biblical Resources. It is entitled One Hundred Churches: A Three-Year Journey to Witness the Joy of Authentic Christianity. The book is part travel journal, part spiritual roadmap, part autobiography, part devotional, and part vanlife guide.Come along for the ride as Cindy shares the encouraging and informative stories from her book that some of her readers are calling "addictive".

In this episode of the Mindset Matters podcast, Patrick and Steffany unpack one of the most profound truths about personal growth: everything worth having comes with a cost of entry. Creating a life by design requires more than intention or vision—it asks for commitment, awareness, and the willingness to pay the invisible prices of self-mastery. Patrick introduces the Seven Costs of Entry as essential truths for anyone pursuing growth and transformation. Each cost represents the discomfort required to evolve into the best version of yourself: Uncertainty is the cost of achievement. True success has no guarantees. If you need certainty, you'll trade your dreams for comfort. Imposter syndrome is the cost of growth. Feeling unqualified means you're stretching into new territory. Loneliness is the cost of transformation. As you evolve, not everyone will evolve with you. Embarrassment is the cost of progress. Growth is messy, and fear of looking foolish keeps many people stuck. Courageous conversations are the cost of meaningful relationships. Authentic connection requires honesty, even when it's uncomfortable. Criticism is the cost of excellence. The higher you climb, the more visible—and judged—you become. Boredom is the cost of success. True mastery is built on repetitive, often unglamorous consistency. Through relatable stories and practical insights, Patrick and Steffany connect these seven costs to the MindShui Way—clearing mental clutter, embracing discomfort, and aligning with purpose. Their message is simple but powerful: the world belongs to those willing to pay the real price of growth. Tune in to explore how reframing discomfort as the natural cost of progress can help you step into clarity, confidence, and a truly meaningful life.

Que onda friends!Tenemos una serie de reportajes especiales que se centran en los desafíos actuales que enfrenta la región fronteriza: la migración.La migración es un tema contencioso y polarizante que a menudo los comentaristas políticos utilizan para atacar a sus oponentes, pasando por alto las historias personales de quienes están atrapados en medio de este debate.Estas historias de esperanza y resiliencia nos recuerdan la importancia de ver más allá de los titulares: reconocer a estas personas como seres humanos. Seres humanos con sueños y aspiraciones, igual que cualquiera.En la segunda parte de esta edición de nuestros reportajes especiales, nos sentamos a conversar con una exiliada venezolana a quien llamaremos Chama. Chama ingresó legalmente a Estados Unidos en 2022, siguiendo las políticas establecidas por la administración del entonces presidente Joe Biden.El apodo Chama es un seudónimo. Ella accedió a ser entrevistada con la condición de que Port of Entry no revelara su identidad, ya que carece de estatus legal y teme ser deportada de EE. UU.En la primera parte, narramos la odisea de Chama para salir de Venezuela y su determinación de reunir a su familia via Tijuana.Esta segunda parte explora su camino hacia Estados Unidos, el esfuerzo titánico por hacerlo legalmente y cómo, a pesar de todos sus esfuerzos, el sistema terminó fallandole.Chama se convirtió en una de los cientos de miles de migrantes venezolanos que perdieron su estatus legal debido a una orden ejecutiva del presidente Donald Trump. Como resultado, ahora vive en las sombras, indocumentada—ilegal por decreto.No se pierdan esta increíble historia de perseverancia.Redes sociales y contactoDe KPBS, Port of Entry cuenta historias que cruzan fronteras. Para escuchar más historias visita www.portofentrypod.orgFacebook: www.facebook.com/portofentrypodcastInstagram: www.instagram.com/portofentrypodPuedes apoyar nuestro podcast en www.kpbs.org/donate, escribe en la sección de regalos (gift section) “Port of Entry” y como agradecimiento podrás recibir un regalo.Si tu empresa u organización sin fines de lucro desea patrocinar nuestro podcast, envía un correo a corporatesupport@kpbs.orgNos encantaría recibir tu retroalimentación, envíanos un mensaje al 619-500-3197 o un correo a podcasts@kpbs.org con tus comentarios y/o preguntas sobre nuestro podcast.CréditosHosts: Alan Lilienthal and Natalie GonzálezEscritor/Productor: Julio C. Ortiz FrancoProductor Técnico/Diseñador Sonoro: Adrian VillalobosEditora: Elma Gonzalez Lima Brandao y Chrissy NguyenEpisodios traducidos por: Natalie González and Julio C. Ortíz FrancoDirectora de Programación de Audio y Operaciones: Lisa Morrisette

A partir de este mensaje el equipo de Port of Entry se tomará una pausa en la producción de sus episodios en español.Peeeerooo es solo pausa temporal……Los episodios en español estarán de regreso a principios de 2026, mientras que nuestros episodios en inglés continuarán lanzándose regularmente.Recientemente, KPBS tomó la decisión de trasladar el equipo de Port of Entry del departamento de programación de audio, donde ha operado desde sus inicios, al departamento de noticias y contenido, con el objetivo de integrar el programa con otras iniciativas de KPBS.En los próximos meses, el equipo se adaptará a esta nueva estructura organizativa y participará en sesiones especiales de capacitación en podcasting. Estas sesiones están diseñadas para potenciar la creatividad y consistencia del programa, garantizando así la excelente calidad que lo caracteriza. Así, el equipo aplicará y perfeccionará estos aprendizajes inicialmente en los episodios en inglés, antes de volver a producir versiones bilingües de cada episodio. KPBS se enorgullece del trabajo realizado por el equipo de Port of Entry durante los últimos siete años y espera continuar compartiendo historias de las personas que viven en nuestra vibrante región transfronteriza.

(Fremont County, WY) - The folks from Community Entry Services (CES) of Riverton and Lander stopped in again to discuss a variety of things going on. We chat with Michelle Luoma, Shawn Griffin and Joe Stong on the County 10 Podcast about job openings within CES and their upcoming Festival of Trees event! For more information on Community Entry Services, click here. You can hear the entire chat in the player below or searching for the County 10 Podcast anywhere you listen to podcasts!

00:34 Jess & Sarah Weekly Recap03:02 Fandom News04:11 Our Chat with Grant O'RourkeNow that Blood of My Blood Season 1 has wrapped and we've officially returned to Droughtlander, Jess and Sarah are back with some fun interviews to help you pass the time until Outlander Season 8.This week's episode includes a recap of Jess and Sarah's week, the latest in fandom news, and a hilarious chat with Grant O'Rourke, best known to Outlander fans as Rupert MacKenzie. We think you're going to love this one!Follow Grant on InstagramFollow Grant's wife, Kiera

In 2024, Cindy's book about her and Mark's experiences living a full-time Van life was published by One Stone Biblical Resources. It is entitled One Hundred Churches: A Three-Year Journey to Witness the Joy of Authentic Christianity. The book is part travel journal, part spiritual roadmap, part autobiography, part devotional, and part vanlife guide.Come along for the ride as Cindy shares the encouraging and informative stories from her book that some of her readers are calling "addictive".

Thanks to our Partners, Shop Boss and AppFueledLarry Anderson isn't your typical shop owner and that's exactly what makes this episode worth your time. From fabricating race cars and building trail-ready rigs with his wife, Cheryl, to mastering lost arts like manual machining and custom fabrication, Larry's story is a masterclass in keeping your passion alive while running a successful auto repair business.We dig into how he balances work and hobby without burning out, the lessons he learned from turning wrenches to leading a thriving shop, and why separating business from personal projects might just be the secret to staying in love with what you do.If you've ever felt your business start to steal the joy from your craft, this conversation will hit home. Larry's perspective is real, relatable, and packed with takeaways every shop owner needs to hear.

We're sure you've heard of Stonehenge, an ancient stone monument that has mystified people for centuries, but what is it? Was it a temple, a portal, or maybe an alien landing pad? Who built it and why? And even more importantly: why can't we stop asking questions about it? We'll be talking about all that and more on this episode of Unspookable. Host: Elise Parisian Written by: Ana Olson Produced, Edited by: Nate DuFort Music Direction and Composition: Jesse Case Logo by: Natalie Khuen Episode Art: Alhafiz You can find Unspookable on TikTok, Twitter, and Instagram at: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://www.tiktok.com/@unspookablepodcast⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://twitter.com/ImUnspookable⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://www.instagram.com/unspookablepodcast/⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ Unspookable is a production of Soundsington Media, committed to making quality programming for young audiences and the young at heart. To find out more go to ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠http://www.soundsingtonmedia.com ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ Looking for merch from Unspookable and your favorite Soundsington Media shows? Head on over to our ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Dashery store ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠for t-shirts, hoodies, mugs, stickers, hats and more. ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://soundsington-media.dashery.com⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ Unspookable Halloween Giveaway Do you have a favorite topic, monster, or cryptid from an episode of Unspookable? Do you like to draw, paint, or sculpt - maybe even write poems or songs? Well, we want to share your work while offering YOU a chance to win an Unspookable t-shirt and other surprises in the Second Annual Unspookable Halloween Giveaway.  Here's How to Enter: Pick your favorite Unspookabe topic between now and October 31st Create a piece of art in any medium based on that topic - maybe it's something you've already made!  Have a grown up share your work by either tagging ⁠⁠⁠UnspookablePodcast⁠⁠⁠ on instagram or by emailing the show at: ⁠⁠⁠SoundsingtonMedia@gmail.com⁠⁠⁠ (alternatively you can also just email and say "hi") Then, Unspookable will post the art on our socials and five lucky listeners will be chosen at random to receive the prize packages. No purchase necessary. Open only to legal residents of the 50 United States and D.C. age 13 or older. Entry period begins at 10:00 a.m. Eastern Time (ET) on 10/7/2025 and ends at 11:59 PM ET on 10/31/2025. Void where prohibited. The Sweepstakes is in no way sponsored, endorsed or administered by, or associated with, Instagram. Advertise on Unspookable: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠advertising@airwavemedia.com

Hello, friends!We have a couple of special reports focusing on current issues facing the borderlands: migration.Migration is a contentious and polarizing topic that pundits often use to score political points against their opponents, overlooking the real stories of people caught in the middle. These stories of hope and resilience remind us of the importance of seeing others as human beings — human beings with dreams and aspirations, just like anyone else.In the second part of this final installment of our special reports, we sit down with a Venezuelan exile whom we are referring to as Chama. Chama entered the United States legally in 2022, following policies set by President Joe Biden's administration.Chama is not her real name. She agreed to be interviewed on the condition that Port of Entry not reveal her identity because she lacks legal status and fears deportation from the U.S.The first chapter of Chama's migrant journey covers her odyssey out of Venezuela and her determination to reunite with her family via Tijuana.In this second part, we explore her path into the United States, her herculean effort to do it legally, and how, despite all her efforts, the system ultimately failed her.Chama became one of hundreds of thousands of migrants who lost their legal status due to an executive order by President Donald Trump. As a result, she now lives in the shadows, undocumented — illegal by decree.You won't want to miss this incredible story of persistence and resoluteness.Social media and contactFrom KPBS, “Port of Entry” tells cross-border stories that connect us. More stories at www.portofentrypod.orgFacebook: www.facebook.com/portofentrypodcastInstagram: www.instagram.com/portofentrypodSupport our show at www.kpbs.org/donate. Search “Port of Entry” in the gifts section to get our sling bag as a thank-you gift.If your business or nonprofit wants to sponsor our show, email corporatesupport@kpbs.org.Text or call the "Port of Entry" team at 619-500-3197 anytime with questions or comments about the show or email us at podcasts@kpbs.org.CreditsHosts: Alan Lilienthal and Natalie GonzálezWriter/Producer: Natalie GonzálezTechnical Producer/Sound Designer: Adrian VillalobosEditor: Elma González Lima BrandãoEpisodes translated by: Natalie González and Julio C. Ortíz FrancoDirector of Audio Programming and Operations: Lisa Morrisette-Zapp

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In 2024, Cindy's book about her and Mark's experiences living a full-time Van life was published by One Stone Biblical Resources. It is entitled One Hundred Churches: A Three-Year Journey to Witness the Joy of Authentic Christianity. The book is part travel journal, part spiritual roadmap, part autobiography, part devotional, and part vanlife guide.Come along for the ride as Cindy shares the encouraging and informative stories from her book that some of her readers are calling "addictive".The following are the memory verses Micah selected for his congregation's memory work, referenced in this podcast! :D▶Acts 4:12 ▶ Romans 1:16 ▶ Romans 3:23 ▶ Romans 6:23 ▶ Romans 10:9 ▶ Romans 10:17 ▶ Romans 12:1–2 ▶ Galatians 2:20 ▶ 1 Corinthians 10:13 ▶ 1 Corinthians 13:4–7 ▶ 2 Corinthians 10:5 ▶ Ephesians 2:8–10 ▶ Ephesians 4:4–6 ▶ Philippians 3:13–14 ▶ Philippians 4:6–7 ▶ Colossians 3:2–3 ▶ 1 Thessalonians 5:16–18 ▶ 1 Timothy 6:11–12 ▶ 2 Timothy 2:15 ▶ 2 Timothy 3:16–17 ▶ Hebrews 4:12 ▶ Hebrews 11:6 ▶ Hebrews 12:1–2 ▶ 1 Peter 3:15 ▶ 1 John 4:7–8

In 2024, Cindy's book about her and Mark's experiences living a full-time Van life was published by One Stone Biblical Resources. It is entitled One Hundred Churches: A Three-Year Journey to Witness the Joy of Authentic Christianity. The book is part travel journal, part spiritual roadmap, part autobiography, part devotional, and part vanlife guide.Come along for the ride as Cindy shares the encouraging and informative stories from her book that some of her readers are calling "addictive".

       CBP Admits Fake Record Used to Jail Bolsonaro Advisor in Brazil. Mary Anastasia O'Grady discusses how US Customs and Border Protection (CBP) admitted an erroneous entry record was created and used by Brazilian Justice Alexandre de Moraes to jail Filipe Martins, an advisor to former President Bolsonaro. De Moraes used the apparently fake I-94 document, which contained a misspelling and a canceled passport number, to hold Martins for 183 days to extract information about an alleged coup plot. The unprecedented CBP admission confirms a file violation and suggests ongoing malfeasance. 1920 RIO

In which an power tools salesman builds the world's fastest boat in his Sydney backyard and somehow survives the experience, and John thinks it's funny to be accordion-shaped in the past. Certificate #16230.

Today's Song of the Day is “Fatal Optimist” from Madi Diaz's album Fatal Optimist, out now.Madi Diaz will be performing at 7th St. Entry on Monday, October 27.

Sometimes strange glowing orbs appear around Brown Mountain in North Carolina. Locals call them the Brown Mountain Lights, and no one really knows what they are. Some say they're spirits or ghosts, some aliens, and others think they're a quirk of nature. We'll share our ideas and those of the experts on this episode of Unspookable. Host: Elise Parisian Written by: Miden Wood Produced, Edited by: Nate DuFort Music Direction and Composition: Jesse Case Logo by: Natalie Khuen Episode Art: Alhafiz You can find Unspookable on TikTok, Twitter, and Instagram at: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://www.tiktok.com/@unspookablepodcast⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://twitter.com/ImUnspookable⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://www.instagram.com/unspookablepodcast/⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ Daniel Caton's Brown Mountain Lights Camera 1B July 16-17, 2016: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WU88gWGVDV0 Rare weather phenomenon filmed by Ed and Melinda Pardy: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mmOfwFHBu_o Unspookable is a production of Soundsington Media, committed to making quality programming for young audiences and the young at heart. To find out more go to ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠http://www.soundsingtonmedia.com ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ Looking for merch from Unspookable and your favorite Soundsington Media shows? Head on over to our ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Dashery store ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠for t-shirts, hoodies, mugs, stickers, hats and more. ⁠⁠⁠⁠https://soundsington-media.dashery.com⁠⁠⁠⁠ Unspookable Halloween Giveaway Do you have a favorite topic, monster, or cryptid from an episode of Unspookable? Do you like to draw, paint, or sculpt - maybe even write poems or songs? Well, we want to share your work while offering YOU a chance to win an Unspookable t-shirt and other surprises in the Second Annual Unspookable Halloween Giveaway.  Here's How to Enter: Pick your favorite Unspookabe topic between now and October 31st Create a piece of art in any medium based on that topic - maybe it's something you've already made!  Have a grown up share your work by either tagging ⁠⁠UnspookablePodcast⁠⁠ on instagram or by emailing the show at: ⁠⁠SoundsingtonMedia@gmail.com⁠⁠ (alternatively you can also just email and say "hi") Then, Unspookable will post the art on our socials and five lucky listeners will be chosen at random to receive the prize packages. No purchase necessary. Open only to legal residents of the 50 United States and D.C. age 13 or older. Entry period begins at 10:00 a.m. Eastern Time (ET) on 10/7/2025 and ends at 11:59 PM ET on 10/31/2025. Void where prohibited. The Sweepstakes is in no way sponsored, endorsed or administered by, or associated with, Instagram. Advertise on Unspookable: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠advertising@airwavemedia.com