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MID-WEST FARM REPORT - MADISON
Farmers Focus At State Capitol Visit And Analyzing Milk Report - Yonkman

MID-WEST FARM REPORT - MADISON

Play Episode Listen Later Feb 27, 2025 50:00


Consumers run into a lot of labels, but there's one that's unique to Wisconsin vegetables that's worth paying attention to. Deana Knuteson is a scientist with the Plant Pathology Department at UW-Madison. She talks to Stephanie Hoff. She's been coordinating the Healthy Grown program for more than two decades. Healthy Grown helps farmers promote their conservation practices with a unique label. It's been noticed by Wisconsin Foodie and Walmart. Exceptionally warm weather in Wisconsin - right up until Saturday. That's the word from Stu Muck.35 Wisconsin farmers and biofuels industry representatives were at the state capitol Wednesday, sharing their goals for biofuels in the state and continued support for ARIP(the agriculture road improvement program). Sara Stelter, immediate past president of the WI Soybean Association, explains their strategy to Stephanie Hoff. Ryan Yonkman, vice president of EverAg, says milk production looks to be building for spring supplies this year. He joins Pam Jahnke to review the latest milk production report for January.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Bull & Fox
Emory Hunt: I feel like the Browns aren't too far off, they can do exceptionally well with Shedeur Sanders or Cam Ward

Bull & Fox

Play Episode Listen Later Feb 24, 2025 13:53


Owner of Football Gameplan, Emory Hunt, joins Afternoon Drive to discuss the NFL Draft ahead of the combine. He talks about how Shedeur Sanders stacks up against last year's QB class, why he thinks the Browns are close to competing, players worth watching at the combine, and more.

SBS Sinhala - SBS සිංහල වැඩසටහන
Here's information about a permanent residency visa for exceptionally talented migrants - විවිධ ක්ෂේශ්ත්‍රවල දක්ෂයින්ට ඕස්ට්‍රේලියාවේ PR එක ලැබෙන අලුත

SBS Sinhala - SBS සිංහල වැඩසටහන

Play Episode Listen Later Feb 10, 2025 5:22


The National Innovation Visa (subclass 858) is a permanent residency visa for exceptionally talented migrants worldwide. Listen to SBS Sinhala podcast for more information. - විවිධ ක්ෂේශ්ත්‍රවල දස්කම් දක්වා ඇති පුද්ගලයින්ට ඕස්ට්‍රේලියාවේ ස්ථිර පදිංචිය ලබාගත හැකි නව වීසා කාණ්ඩයක් හඳුන්වා දී තිබෙනවා. පෙර තිබූ වීසා කාණ්ඩ දෙකක් වෙනුවට මෙම නව වීසා කාණ්ඩය හඳුන්වා දී තිබෙනවා.

Alaska Economic Report
An exceptionally dry year stresses Anchorage businesses dependent on snow

Alaska Economic Report

Play Episode Listen Later Feb 6, 2025 5:11


Businesses that depend on snow in Anchorage are slimming their workforce and relying on other services to get by this winter.

Eight or Sixteen
"Exceptionally Happy About That Sausage...”

Eight or Sixteen

Play Episode Listen Later Feb 5, 2025 66:58


Samsung's latest Galaxy S25 lineup, the return of Pebble smartwatches, and Apple's latest financial results—this episode is packed with big tech news! Mark shares updates from Barcelona and his new newsletter, while Rob dives into the fate of Meta Portals. Plus, a quirky macOS Calculator trick you might want to try.

Canary Cast
Comp: Pioneering the "Service-as-a-Software" Business Model in HR and Compensation

Canary Cast

Play Episode Listen Later Jan 29, 2025 53:40


In this episode of the Canary Cast, Florian Hagenbuch, co-founder and partner at Canary, sits down with Christophe Gerlach, co-founder and CEO of Comp, a new kind of HR Tech that is rethinking the way businesses approach their total compensation strategies.From the origins of his entrepreneurial journey alongside Pedro Bobrow—delivering açaí to college students—to pioneering a "Service-as-a-Software" business model that leverages the combination of AI and human expertise, Chris shares details of his story and his vision for Comp's future. During the episode, he also reflects on the importance of thoughtful experimentation, building strategic trust when entering a new market, and the powerful impact of an intentional company culture.In this episode, we dive into: How Comp is helping companies be more strategic about every cent invested in labor costs Pioneering the "Service-as-a-Software" Business Model: How Comp is disrupting traditional compensation consultants and building the company at the intersection of technology and human expertise, where AI supports senior compensation executives to deliver personalized, effective solutions Comp’s approach to working closely with CEOs, CFOs, and CHROs to strategically manage compensation decisions during periods of expansion, restructuring, or business strategy shifts. Lessons learned about building a lean, high-performance team and why hiring A+ talent makes all the difference. Exceptionally, this episode was recorded in English, but we included a translated transcription below in the description of the episode. Whether you're a founder, business leader, HR professional, or just passionate about innovation, this episode is packed with insights at the forefront of compensation strategy and business-building. Tune in now to hear how Comp is not only solving today’s compensation challenges but also defining a new category in the HR landscape for the future. Guest:Christophe Gerlach Christophe Gerlach is the co-founder and CEO of Comp. Christophe graduated in Applied Economics and Management from Cornell University, where he met Pedro Bobrow. Together, they first founded Suna and are now building Comp. The company raised $4 million in a Seed round led by Kaszek, with participation from Canary, Norte, and 1616 funds, as well as 40 angel investors who are also executives from American companies and Brazilian startups such as Nubank, Creditas, and Caju. Follow Chris on LinkedIn Host: Florian Hagenbuch Florian is the co-founder and General Partner at Canary, a leading early-stage investment firm in Brazil and Latin America. Canary has invested in more than 100 companies since its founding in 2017. Previously, Florian founded Loft, a company that digitized and transformed the home buying experience in Brazil, bringing transparency, liquidity, and credit to millions of Brazilians. Before that, Florian also co-founded Printi, the leading online printing marketplace in Latin America. Follow Florian on LinkedIn Highlights: 00:00 - Opening01:50 - Personal Journey and the Beginning of Chris and Pedro's Partnership03:07 - Starting a Food Delivery Business in College07:25 - Transition to HR Tech and General Atlantic Experience08:37 - Labor Cost Challenges and Finding a thesis11:48 - Founding Comp and Initial Product Development13:30 - Comp's Value Proposition in the HR and Compensation Market18:29 - "Service-as-a-Software" Business Model and Strategic Use of AI for Software, Services, and Tools26:20 - Comp's Traction So Far28:44 - Building a team in a AI native company35:12 - Challenges along the way39:26 - Vision for the Future and Global Ambitions46:56 - Customer Success Stories and Impact51:56 - Closing RemarksEpisode Transcription in Portuguese: O mundo que estamos construindo é um em que um executivo pode vir e dizer: “Ei, em 2025, minha empresa vai crescer a receita em 25%. Precisamos alcançar o ponto de equilíbrio. Vamos abrir uma divisão de fintech, então precisaremos de novos tipos de talentos nessa área, e também vamos encerrar nossas operações no país X, Y, Z. Assim, gostaria que vocês me ajudassem a desenhar cada elemento do meu custo total de mão de obra." Quais benefícios eu devo oferecer? Quanto eu devo aumentar nos salários baseado nesse objetivo de ponto de equilíbrio, na minha retenção anterior, no índice de conversão de candidatos que já tivemos? Existe uma enorme quantidade de dados que podem ser usados, digamos, para otimizar essas decisões. E tudo isso pode começar a partir de um input estratégico de alto nível, como esse, composto por uma ou duas frases de um executivo, e, a partir daí, podemos fazer todo o trabalho e voltar com soluções para o cliente. Realmente acredito que é assim que as empresas tomarão decisões no futuro. E, honestamente, colocaria vocês nessa categoria. Não é fácil apontar para uma empresa específica, em outro lugar, fazendo algo verdadeiramente parecido com o que vocês estão fazendo. Vocês estão assumindo riscos reais de inovação e realmente estão na vanguarda do que é possível nessa área de atuação em que vocês trabalham. Chris, agora vamos mudar para o inglês para começar nosso episódio, já que temos um gringo aqui no programa hoje – gringo, como eu, de várias maneiras. Muito obrigado, Chris, por aceitar o convite de compartilhar um pouco sobre sua história e sua trajetória com a Comp. Estamos muito, muito empolgados em tê-lo aqui e ansiosos por essa conversa com você. Então, muito obrigado e seja bem-vindo. Chris: Obrigado pelo convite. Estou super animado para estar aqui e por essa conversa. Florian: Ótimo. Talvez comecemos com o comentário do gringo. Quando comecei minha carreira como empreendedor aqui no Brasil, havia muitos de nós. Era na época da Rocket Internet: tinha muitos alemães, americanos e franceses. E então, durante um tempo, eles meio que desapareceram. Provavelmente tem a ver com os altos e baixos econômicos do Brasil, mas eis que agora você está aqui, um gringo na cidade, construindo algo no Brasil. Algo realmente único e intrigante. Eu adoraria ouvir mais: você pode compartilhar um pouco sobre o seu passado, sua trajetória e o que o trouxe ao Brasil e à decisão de começar a Comp localmente? Chris: Claro! Que honra! Acho que sou o primeiro gringo no podcast, então estou honrado de ser o primeiro. Um pouco sobre mim – sou meio holandês e meio americano. Nasci na Holanda e cresci principalmente nos EUA. Quando jovem, meu sonho era jogar futebol profissional. Além de ser o “gringo” com quem você está conversando agora, meu segundo maior orgulho é que joguei contra o Mbappé na França quando eu tinha cerca de 14 anos. Mas, em certo ponto, percebi que não seria bom o suficiente para fazer disso uma carreira. Eu fui jogar na universidade e estudei na Cornell, em Nova York. Foi lá que conheci meu cofundador brasileiro, chamado Pedro, há mais ou menos uns 7 ou 8 anos. Estávamos em uma aula de comunicação empresarial, onde a tarefa era dar um discurso inspirador sobre algo que queríamos fazer em nossa carreira. Todo mundo na classe dizia que queria trabalhar no Goldman Sachs como banqueiro ou ser consultor na McKinsey. Pedro e eu fomos os únicos a falar sobre empreendedorismo. Achei que Pedro fez um discurso muito carismático e emocional sobre porque queria ser empreendedor. Mas o professor, depois do discurso dele, disse algo como: “Pedro, tenho certeza de que o que você disse foi ótimo, mas não consegui entender por causa do seu sotaque brasileiro. Você precisa melhorar isso se quiser passar nessa matéria." Após a aula, fiz uma brincadeira com ele, e acabamos nos tornando amigos por sermos os únicos da turma com mentalidade empreendedora. Começamos a almoçar juntos, a trocar ideias, etc. Durante nosso segundo ano de faculdade, começamos um negócio de entrega de comida. Entregávamos açaí para estudantes no campus e alguns outros itens de café da manhã. A inovação que criamos, entre aspas, foi que, diferente de plataformas como Uber Eats, iFood ou DoorDash, onde cada entrega é feita separadamente, nós coletávamos vários pedidos de uma vez para reduzir o preço da entrega. Em vez de uma pessoa da entrega pegar um pedido por vez, pegávamos, por exemplo, 8 ou 10 pedidos de uma só vez. Dessa forma, reduzíamos o custo para o consumidor e tornávamos o processo mais eficiente. Como muitos estudantes moravam próximos uns dos outros no campus, fazia sentido. Além disso, ajudávamos restaurantes fora do campus a atender os estudantes e a gerar mais receita durante as manhãs, quando eles tinham capacidade ociosa. Esse foi, basicamente, o nosso modelo de negócio. Chegamos a levantar capital de algumas aceleradoras, crescemos para uma equipe de 30 pessoas, aprendemos muito, mas tivemos o que chamamos de uma saída pequena. Não foi um grande sucesso financeiro, mas aprendemos que amávamos ser empreendedores. Até hoje, não sei explicar de forma 100% racional; foi mais emocional, e ainda é. Amamos construir algo do zero, trabalhar com colegas inteligentes e ambiciosos, enfrentar novos desafios todos os dias. Também aprendemos que adorávamos trabalhar juntos, e nos comprometemos a continuar trabalhando juntos por anos. Então, dessa experiência, não tivemos um grande retorno financeiro, mas conquistamos uma parceria de longo prazo entre mim e o Pedro. Depois de nos formarmos, trabalhei na General Atlantic, uma firma global de private equity focada em estágio de crescimento (Series B, Series C). Lá, me concentrei em empresas de tecnologia B2B e avaliei várias empresas de recrutamento, performance, folha de pagamento, compensação, etc. Foi um lugar fantástico para aprender e, eventualmente, acabei mergulhando fundo na área de tecnologia para RH, que encabeça o que fazemos hoje na Comp. Florian: Impressionante! Há muito o que explorar só nessa parte da sua trajetória, e também muitos aspectos em comum, Chris. Eu também joguei futebol, mas, infelizmente, não contra o Mbappé. Essa é uma ótima história! Você deveria contar isso mais vezes. Chris: Eu até contaria mais vezes, mas perdemos aquele jogo de 5 a 1. Florian: Ele marcou? Chris: Ele marcou três vezes. Florian: Uau. Já dava pra perceber que ele era incrível, né? Chris: Sim, dava pra ver que ele era fantástico. Florian: Então provavelmente você está em um daqueles vídeos caseiros onde o Mbappé destrói todo mundo, e você é um dos meninos tentando detê-lo no vídeo. Chris: Eu adoraria ver esse vídeo, por mais embaraçoso que fosse. Florian: Muito bom. Mas voltando ao que você mencionou, algo que capturou minha atenção foi quando você disse que, até hoje, não sabe muito bem por que quis começar uma empresa, dizendo ser um processo emocional. E, em muitos aspectos, isso se assemelha a ser uma criança querendo ser jogador de futebol, certo? É mais como um sonho, algo que você simplesmente quer fazer. E, como empreendedor, esperamos que você acabe se tornando mais um "Mbappé", do que "Chris". Mas, me conte um pouco mais sobre como vocês construíram a empresa na faculdade, venderam e seguiram em frente. Você sabia que ia começar outra empresa? E trabalhar na General Atlantic foi mais um “deixa eu olhar o mundo real e adquirir habilidades” ou algo mais? Como foi essa decisão? Para você, foi sempre óbvio que aquilo era algo temporário e que você voltaria a ser fundador? Chris: Sim, diria que foi algo assim. No último semestre da faculdade, Pedro e eu fizemos uma promessa um ao outro de que, em até 3 anos, iríamos começar um negócio juntos. Pedro foi trabalhar em um cargo de produto no Vale do Silício, enquanto eu fui para a General Atlantic, mas o plano era claro: trabalhar por alguns anos, ter experiências complementares em nossas trajetórias e aprender como é estar no “mundo real”. Queríamos construir um currículo sólido, mesmo que por apenas 1 ou 2 anos. Mas sabíamos, desde o dia em que paramos de trabalhar no negócio de entrega de açaí, que um dia voltaríamos. Florian: E vocês sabiam que seria vocês dois juntos novamente. Chris: Exatamente. Disso nós tínhamos certeza. Não sabíamos se seria uma empresa B2B, B2C, em qual setor, ou mesmo em qual geografia, mas sabíamos que seria nós dois. Acabamos indo para o mundo do tech para RH porque foi o foco do meu trabalho na General Atlantic, e posso aprofundar mais sobre isso. Florian: Legal, fale mais sobre isso. Acho muito interessante. Chris: Eu diria que existiam alguns temas principais. Na General Atlantic, como a maioria das empresas de investimento, o papel dos analistas juniores é basicamente buscar oportunidades e fazer diligências, no nosso caso, em empresas de tecnologia em estágios mais avançados (Series B em diante). Algo que me surpreendeu inicialmente – e lembro de comentar isso com o Pedro – foi que, ao fazermos diligência em empresas promissoras, percebíamos que a maioria dos CEOs tinha muita clareza sobre sua estratégia de mercado e visão do produto, mas, por outro lado, não tinham tanto domínio sobre a estratégia relacionada às pessoas que fazem todas essas coisas acontecerem. Perguntávamos coisas como: “Por que vocês têm essa divisão específica de salário fixo versus variável?”, ou “Quais são os custos associados à folha de pagamento nessa região ou país, se você contratar CLT ou prestadores de serviço?”. Também perguntávamos coisas como: “Como os gestores conseguem orçamento para novas contratações?” ou “Como vocês alocam o orçamento de aumento salarial anual?”. E a maioria dos líderes usava uma boa dose de intuição para responder a essas questões. Isso não é necessariamente errado, mas começamos a chamar isso de “estratégia de custo de mão de obra”. E ficou claro para nós que, mesmo em empresas modernas de tecnologia e serviços, onde 50% a 80% do orçamento operacional vai para folha de pagamento e benefícios, a abordagem usada para essas questões era baseada em “achismos”. O foco nessas decisões críticas parecia ser insuficiente. Outra coisa que eu aprendi na General Atlantic foi a operação do RH, ou seja, o lado operacional do RH, e não tanto o estratégico. Quando digo operacional, quero dizer as atividades diárias geridas, muitas vezes, em planilhas de Excel e PDFs. Observamos que esse era um espaço relativamente saturado globalmente. Em qualquer mercado grande (Latam, EUA, Europa, etc.), havia dezenas de empresas vendendo ferramentas de software que ajudavam as empresas a gerenciar diferentes partes da área de RH: desde folha de pagamento até recrutamento, desempenho, entre outros. Avaliamos que o lado operacional já tinha muitos concorrentes e seria muito difícil entrar nesse mercado com um SaaS tradicional. Além disso, percebemos que, enquanto o lado operacional era bem atendido, o lado estratégico – especificamente em relação a compensação e estratégia de custo de mão de obra – ainda dependia amplamente de consultorias como Mercer, Korn Ferry e Willis Towers Watson. Essas consultorias são extremamente caras e com NPS negativo. Foi um momento de “eureka” perceber que, apesar do custo alto, os resultados obtidos com essas consultorias não atendiam às expectativas. Além disso, muitas decisões relacionadas à compensação nas empresas ainda eram feitas de forma pouco transparente, tanto para recrutadores quanto para os próprios colaboradores. A compensação como um todo parecia ser um “problema cabeludo” tanto do lado da empresa quanto do colaborador. E foi aí que começamos a explorar a ideia de construir uma empresa que ajudasse outras empresas com suas estratégias de compensação total. Florian: Super interessante, Chris. Isso faz muito sentido. Por que você não nos conta um pouco mais sobre a evolução do produto da Comp e como a empresa começou? Também trabalhamos juntos nisso, então vi boa parte da jornada. Quando começaram, e quando investimos em vocês pela primeira vez, a ideia e o produto inicial eram, essencialmente, um banco de dados de compensação, com dados em tempo real. E foi incrível como vocês conseguiram atrair várias techs para participarem da plataforma, compartilhando, de forma anônima, os dados de compensação. Em troca, essas empresas recebiam benchmarks do mercado. Se minha descrição não for precisa, me corrija. Mas esse era o produto inicial. Como o valor evoluiu desde então? O que vocês aprenderam ao longo desses últimos anos e, agora, qual o principal valor que a Comp entrega? Chris: Certo! Há muita coisa para discutir aqui. Mas sim, começamos exatamente como você descreveu. Criamos um banco de dados de compensação, que é o primeiro produto. A proposta de valor para os clientes era: para tomar a maioria das decisões sobre salários, benefícios, bônus, e incentivos de longo prazo, eles precisariam de benchmarks do mercado. Quer dizer, dados específicos sobre o que os concorrentes diretos estão fazendo. E, claro, cada cliente precisa de benchmarks diferentes: por exemplo, uma empresa pode querer comparar seus engenheiros com Nubank e PicPay, mas precisa olhar para Itaú ou Bradesco quando se trata de analistas financeiros. O primeiro produto que criamos foi, basicamente, isso: um banco de dados com rede de dados altamente valiosa. Quanto mais empresas participam da base compartilhando seus dados anonimamente, mais robusto o banco de dados fica para todos. Por isso, disponibilizamos essa ferramenta gratuitamente – além do fato de que não existe orçamento tão significativo destinado apenas para a aquisição de benchmark. Hoje, temos mais de 1.000 empresas usando esse produto na América Latina, com foco no Brasil, além de algumas multinacionais que têm operações locais. Continuamos expandindo: começamos apenas com benchmarks de salário, mas já adicionamos dados sobre modelos de salário variável, benefícios, incentivos de longo prazo e até análises organizacionais como número médio de subordinados por gestor. Agora, ajudamos os clientes em duas frentes principais: estratégia e implementação. Sobre estratégia: hoje empresas nos contratam para desenhar ou revisar a estratégia de compensação. Isso inclui desde construir tabelas salariais até planos de bônus e benefícios. Por outro lado, também fornecemos ferramentas para implementar essas políticas, automatizando promoções, comunicação de benefícios, entre outras atividades. Florian: Super interessante, Chris. Isso faz muito sentido. Por que você não nos conta um pouco mais sobre a evolução do produto da Comp e como a empresa começou? Também trabalhamos juntos nisso, então vi boa parte da jornada. Quando começaram, e quando investimos em vocês pela primeira vez, a ideia e o produto inicial eram, essencialmente, um banco de dados de compensação, com dados em tempo real. E foi incrível como vocês conseguiram atrair várias techs para participarem da plataforma, compartilhando, de forma anônima, os dados de compensação. Em troca, essas empresas recebiam benchmarks do mercado. Se minha descrição não for precisa, me corrija. Mas esse era o produto inicial. Como o valor evoluiu desde então? O que vocês aprenderam ao longo desses últimos anos e, agora, qual o principal valor que a Comp entrega? Chris: Certo! Há muita coisa para discutir aqui. Mas sim, começamos exatamente como você descreveu. Criamos um banco de dados de compensação, que é o primeiro produto. A proposta de valor para os clientes era: para tomar a maioria das decisões sobre salários, benefícios, bônus, e incentivos de longo prazo, eles precisariam de benchmarks do mercado. Quer dizer, dados específicos sobre o que os concorrentes diretos estão fazendo. E, claro, cada cliente precisa de benchmarks diferentes: por exemplo, uma empresa pode querer comparar seus engenheiros com Nubank e PicPay, mas precisa olhar para Itaú ou Bradesco quando se trata de analistas financeiros. O primeiro produto que criamos foi, basicamente, isso: um banco de dados com rede de dados altamente valiosa. Quanto mais empresas participam da base compartilhando seus dados anonimamente, mais robusto o banco de dados fica para todos. Por isso, disponibilizamos essa ferramenta gratuitamente – além do fato de que não existe orçamento tão significativo destinado apenas para a aquisição de benchmark. Hoje, temos mais de 1.000 empresas usando esse produto na América Latina, com foco no Brasil, além de algumas multinacionais que têm operações locais. Continuamos expandindo: começamos apenas com benchmarks de salário, mas já adicionamos dados sobre modelos de salário variável, benefícios, incentivos de longo prazo e até análises organizacionais como número médio de subordinados por gestor. Agora, ajudamos os clientes em duas frentes principais: estratégia e implementação. Sobre estratégia: hoje empresas nos contratam para desenhar ou revisar a estratégia de compensação. Isso inclui desde construir tabelas salariais até planos de bônus e benefícios. Por outro lado, também fornecemos ferramentas para implementar essas políticas, automatizando promoções, comunicação de benefícios, entre outras atividades. Florian: Muito interessante, Chris. Notei que você não mencionou a palavra "IA" ao falar do produto, o que é curioso, porque vejo a Comp como uma empresa nativa de IA. Vamos falar um pouco sobre o que significa ser uma empresa nativa de IA, tanto no produto quanto na cultura. Como vocês estão utilizando IA para liderar essa categoria de "selling work"? Chris: Ótima pergunta. Talvez a primeira coisa a abordar seja por que não mencionamos IA ao falar da Comp. Diferente de outras empresas de "selling work", que tentam eliminar completamente a necessidade de humanos na operação, nós intencionalmente mantemos humanos no processo. Isso porque acreditamos que, em decisões estratégicas como compensação, é crucial ter um especialista humano envolvido. Nosso diferencial é que usamos IA para apoiar esses especialistas. A IA nos ajuda a analisar grandes volumes de dados, identificar padrões e fornecer recomendações baseadas em dados. Mas o toque humano ainda é essencial, especialmente em decisões estratégicas críticas. Florian: Faz sentido. E como vocês têm se saído em termos de tração e marcos importantes? Chris: Hoje, temos mais de 1.000 empresas usando nosso produto de benchmark e mais de 100 clientes pagantes utilizando nossos serviços de estratégia e implementação. Crescemos mais de 8x ano a ano em 2024 com uma equipe enxuta de 16 pessoas. Florian: Impressionante. E como vocês pensam sobre a cultura da empresa, especialmente em um ambiente de crescimento tão rápido? Chris: Temos sido muito intencionais sobre manter a equipe pequena e focada. Acreditamos que uma equipe menor e altamente qualificada é mais eficiente e ágil. Isso nos permite evitar burocracia e tomar decisões rapidamente. Também incentivamos uma cultura de colaboração e propriedade, onde cada membro da equipe é incentivado a assumir responsabilidade e contribuir ativamente. Florian: Muito interessante, Chris. E quais são os maiores desafios que vocês enfrentaram até agora? Chris: Um dos maiores desafios tem sido vender para compradores avessos ao risco, como o RH. É difícil convencê-los a adotar uma nova abordagem sem muita confiança. Investimos muito em construir nossa marca e estabelecer confiança com nossos clientes. Outro desafio é educar o mercado sobre o valor que oferecemos. Muitas vezes, os clientes não percebem que têm um problema até que seja tarde demais. Por isso, começamos com contratos menores e expandimos conforme ganhamos a confiança do cliente. Florian: E quais são os planos futuros para a Comp? Chris: Temos ambições globais. O problema que resolvemos é universal, e acreditamos que podemos levar nossa abordagem para outros mercados. Estamos apenas começando, mas estamos animados com o potencial de crescimento e impacto que podemos ter. Florian: Muito obrigado, Chris, por compartilhar sua história e insights. Foi uma conversa incrível, e estamos ansiosos para ver o que o futuro reserva para a Comp. Chris: Obrigado, Florian, e a toda a equipe da Canary pelo apoio. Estamos apenas começando, e há muito mais por vir. See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

The Daily Mastery Podcast by Robin Sharma
The 2 Rules of Exceptionally Wealthy People

The Daily Mastery Podcast by Robin Sharma

Play Episode Listen Later Jan 28, 2025 2:37 Transcription Available


Robin Sharma shares potent fortune-building lessons he's learned from mentoring billionaires, financiers, and titans of industry for over 28 years. Learn exactly how financial masters preserve AND scale their wealth [even in times of turbulence].If you'd like to learn the hidden habits and daily routines of the most productive, healthy and happy people on the planet so your 2025 is amazing, have a look at these details for my just-released new online training program The 1st Step Academy. If you're ready to transform, I'd be delighted to help you.FOLLOW ROBIN SHARMA:InstagramFacebookTwitterYouTube

Bustin' Balls with Pat Caputo
Tigers Prospects Exceptionally Promising

Bustin' Balls with Pat Caputo

Play Episode Listen Later Jan 28, 2025 18:55


Pat Caputo on why the Tigers system should pay huge dividends in his latest podcast with Evan Jankens.

Key Races & Bets by The Ubercapper - Courtesy of Amwager
Pegasus World Cup Day Key Races and Bets - Saturday January 25, 2025

Key Races & Bets by The Ubercapper - Courtesy of Amwager

Play Episode Listen Later Jan 23, 2025 16:11


This week's Key Races & Bets podcast covers four of the EXCEPTIONALLY great races on the Pegasus World Cup day card - the Filly & Mare Turf, the Inside Information, the World Cup Turf Cup & the World Cup itself.

House of X - An X-Men Podcast
Episode 250 - Exceptionally Forceful

House of X - An X-Men Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Jan 10, 2025 71:40


Explore Your Story
141 - Exceptionally Ordinary

Explore Your Story

Play Episode Listen Later Jan 10, 2025 18:02


In January, many of us are reflecting on various ways to improve ourselves. In this episode I'm exploring how often I hear TCKs struggling with the need to be extraordinary, and the fear of identities more mundane. I'll share my observations about what's going on here, and a poem I wrote today, on the Forbidden Fruit of being Ordinary. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Open-Door Playhouse
THEATER 157: Bereavement Days

Open-Door Playhouse

Play Episode Listen Later Jan 8, 2025 11:00


Send us a textThe inevitable part of life, losing someone we love. How much time off from work is fair and just? What happens when the law dictates your allowable grieving time, what are your rights? Law vs human emotion. Which would you decide? Listen in to hear what transpires between an employee and her boss. Will sympathy prevail?"Kim Hlavac directs Goreti da Silva as Tara and Kim Hlavac as Beth.Matthew Moore is the playwright. With a career spanning over fifteen years, Moore has accumulated numerous awards for his work. Exceptionally prolific, Moore's many previous plays include The Fish and the Worm, Superman and the Optometrist, 21 Forever, Misty's Gifts, A Little Blue, The Standing Ovation, and more.Support the showFounded by playwright and filmmaker Bernadette Armstrong, Open-Door Playhouse is a Theater Podcast- like the radio dramas of the 1940s and 1950s. The Playhouse launched on September 15, 2020. At the time, Open-Door Playhouse provided Playwrights, Actors and Directors a creative outlet during the shutdown. Since its inception. Open-Door Playhouse has presented Short and One-Act plays from Playwrights across the country and internationally. In 2021 Open-Door Playhouse received a Communicator Award for Content for the Play Custody and in 2023 the play What's Prison Like was nominated for a Webby Award in the Crime & Justice Category.Plays are produced by Bernadette Armstrong, Sound Engineer is David Peters, sound effects are provided by Audio Jungle, and music from Karaoke Version. All plays are recorded at The Oak House Studio in Altadena, CA. There's no paywall at the Open-Door Playhouse site, so you could listen to everything for free. Open-Door Playhouse is a 501c3 non-profit organization, and if you would like to support performances of works by new and emerging playwrights, your donation will be gratefully accepted. Your tax-deductible donations help keep our plays on the Podcast Stage. We strive to bring our listeners thoughtful and surprising one-act plays and ten-minute shorts that showcase insightful and new perspectives of the world we share with others. To listen or to donate (or both), go to https://opend...

RTÉ - News at One Podcast
Civil Defence exceptionally busy since start of cold spell

RTÉ - News at One Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Jan 7, 2025 5:39


Kerry Civil Defence Officer Tom Brosnan and Assistant Civil Defence Officer Gary Cassidy on what they've been doing to help out since the cold spell set in.

Business Made Simple with Donald Miller
#204: David Kessler—Why ADHD Minds Are Exceptionally Wired for Entrepreneurial Success

Business Made Simple with Donald Miller

Play Episode Listen Later Dec 9, 2024 25:50


Running a business is hard enough without feeling like your own brain is working against you. If ADHD has you stuck in cycles of procrastination, perfectionism, or overwhelm, you might wonder if you'll ever get a handle on your own productivity. Many entrepreneurs struggle to balance their creative bursts with the structure and discipline needed for success. So how do you work with your brain instead of against it? And what if the quirks of ADHD are actually your greatest asset?   In this episode, hosts Bobby Richards and James Sweeting sit down with David Kessler, co-founder of the Willow Center for Integrative Health and co-host of the Something Shiny Podcast, to unpack the connection between ADHD and entrepreneurship. You'll learn practical strategies for creating flexible structures, breaking free from shame spirals, and leaning into your unique work style to unlock your full potential. Listen in and learn how to use ADHD as an asset, not a barrier, to thrive in both business and life. Get free access to the Something Shiny ADHD Focus & Flow Finder at SomethingShinyPodcast.com/BMS.   --   BIG NEWS! After three amazing years, the Business Made Simple Podcast will be ending, and starting January 6, 2025, this feed will become home to an exciting new show: Why That Worked – Presented by StoryBrand.AI, hosted by Donald Miller.  It's been an honor providing you with the tools and frameworks to help you become a better business owner, and this new podcast will continue giving incredible value with actionable insights you can immediately apply. Stay subscribed to this feed so you don't miss a single episode of Why That Worked starting January 6, 2025!   Need proven strategies and actionable tactics to drive your coaching business and make a bigger impact on more people in 2025? Don't miss our upcoming How to Land 5 High-Value Clients in the Next 30 Days, hosted by Donald Miller and Michael Hyatt, on December 12, 2024 at 10am CST. Register now at CoachBuilder.com.   FIND AND FOLLOW US ON INSTAGRAM: Instagram.com/BusinessMadeSimple

Top Ranking Podcast
Exceptionally Nerdy

Top Ranking Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Dec 5, 2024 13:55


Are you proud of all the books you've read, or how fast you can type? Today we're talking about how nerdy we all are.

Open-Door Playhouse
THEATER 155: The Fish and The Worm

Open-Door Playhouse

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 28, 2024 11:10


Send us a textA worm tries to convince a fish to eat something else so that they don't end up becoming a fisherman's meal.Kim Hlavac directs Sue Gisser and Jeff S.S. Johnson.Matthew Moore is the playwright. With a career spanning over fifteen years, Moore has accumulated numerous awards for his work. Exceptionally prolific, Moore's many previous plays include Bereavement Days, Superman and the Optometrist, 21 Forever, Misty's Gifts, A Little Blue, The Standing Ovation, and more.Support the showFounded by playwright and filmmaker Bernadette Armstrong, Open-Door Playhouse is a Theater Podcast- like the radio dramas of the 1940s and 1950s. The Playhouse launched on September 15, 2020. At the time, Open-Door Playhouse provided Playwrights, Actors and Directors a creative outlet during the shutdown. Since its inception. Open-Door Playhouse has presented Short and One-Act plays from Playwrights across the country and internationally. In 2021 Open-Door Playhouse received a Communicator Award for Content for the Play Custody and in 2023 the play What's Prison Like was nominated for a Webby Award in the Crime & Justice Category.Plays are produced by Bernadette Armstrong, Sound Engineer is David Peters, sound effects are provided by Audio Jungle, and music from Karaoke Version. All plays are recorded at The Oak House Studio in Altadena, CA. There's no paywall at the Open-Door Playhouse site, so you could listen to everything for free. Open-Door Playhouse is a 501c3 non-profit organization, and if you would like to support performances of works by new and emerging playwrights, your donation will be gratefully accepted. Your tax-deductible donations help keep our plays on the Podcast Stage. We strive to bring our listeners thoughtful and surprising one-act plays and ten-minute shorts that showcase insightful and new perspectives of the world we share with others. To listen or to donate (or both), go to https://opend...

The Liquor Store Podcast
Sazerac Rye "Bourbon World" Single Barrel

The Liquor Store Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 19, 2024 1:05


This is our FIRST EVER SINGLE BARREL of Sazerac Rye. While we normally LOVE this everyday rye for its versatility in cocktails or just sipping neat, what we found at Buffalo Trace has a rye that exceeded all of our expecations. Exceptionally sweet, with a sugar floss and tropical fruit entry which only gets lighter, more etherteal, and flavorful on the finish. Thank candied apple, but instead of an acidic bite to go with the caramelly goodness it's replaced with a deeply sweet spice note that just lingers.

The Earful Tower: Paris
Top tips for visiting Paris with kids

The Earful Tower: Paris

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 18, 2024 28:57


This week, Lina and Oliver discuss how to entertain children in Paris.  Even if you're not visiting with kids, you'll find some good tips in this episode. As usual, everything is written in full, with links and more details, on the website here. Below is a short version. This season of The Earful Tower is brought to you by the award-winning travel company My Private Paris, which specializes in tours in Paris, day trips outside Paris, and travel itineraries. See what they offer here.  Get more from The Earful Tower by becoming a Patreon member, or a Substack member, or exploring the official site here. 1. Atelier des Lumières – an art gallery, housed in a large industrial space, where paintings by famous painters (such as Van Gogh, Chagall and Monet) are projected on the floor, walls and ceiling. It feels like you're inside the artworks. 2. Palais de Tokyo – an expansive art museum, near the Eiffel Tower, with plenty of space and lots of interesting exhibitions. 3. Aquarium – an aquarium in central Paris? It doesn't get much more fun that that. 4. Musée de la Chasse et de la Nature – a fun, adventurous museum which you might not initially consider, but there's a full-size stuffed polar bear. What more could you ask for? 5. Deyrolle – technically a shop, but you are welcome to visit. It's off the beaten path and stuffed full of fascinating creatures. 6. Natural History Museum – nothing short of stunning. An exceptional interior and captivating exhibits. 7. Zoo – across the park from the Natural History Museum, this is a compact zoo, which has been entertaining families for over 150 years. 8. Greenhouses – five tropical greenhouses with plants from across the world. 9. Maze – yes, you read that right, a maze in central Paris. Amazing. 10. Natural Science Museum – weird and wonderful. The displays will leave you spell-bound. 11. Bateaux Mouches – avoid walking too much and getting tired. The most thrilling and beautiful way to see the best of Paris. 12. Pony Riding – in Parc Monceau, Luxembourg Gardens and the Champ de Mars, which also offers go-karting. 13. Jardin d'Acclimatation – not a garden, but an amusement park. Fairground rides and rollercoasters galore. 14. Big Zoo – in the heart of the Bois de Vincennes. Exceptionally good, for a city zoo. 15. Ice skating at the Grand Palais – returning after a long closure. Is there a more beautiful place to ice skate in the world? 16. Ground Control – not especially central, but worth the commute. A huge abandoned train depot that houses diverse food stands, with interesting shops and games. 17. Comptoir Général – a roomy, buzzing canal-side club by night and restaurant by day. Keep your eyes peeled for the pirate ship. 18. Crèpes on the go – if in doubt, pick up a crèpe and go. 19. Pain d'Épices – a charming, independent toyshop in one of the most beautiful passages in Paris. 20. Red Wheelbarrow – three connected bookshops, next to the Luxembourg Gardens, including a shop for children's books only. You're sure to find our books there. 21. Le Bonmarché – an iconic, Left Bank department store which sells children's books, toys and clothes. What makes this place different is it offers a babysitting service.  

ExplicitNovels
Cáel and the Manhattan Amazons: Part 17

ExplicitNovels

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 17, 2024


Emergency Council Makes Bold Move.. In 25 parts, edited from the works of FinalStand. Listen and subscribe to the ► Podcast at Connected.. “You may outrun your sins, but never forget that someone will pay the toll.”  I biked home, brushing a city bus and a BMW getting there. On the landing between the second and third floors I found an Amazon with baleful eyes; waiting. In front of my door was her psychic twin. ‘Can I get you and/or your cohort anything?' I politely inquired. Yesterday; the cold shoulder. ‘Thank you for the consideration. We will wait until our itinerary is clarified,' she nodded. I went in, catching the abrupt cut off of some 'O' talk. 'O', as in Odette and Oneida. They were on the sofa, half-turned to face each other when I walked in. Oneida stood and gave the standard Amazon respectful nod. ‘Oneida was all screwed up inside about last night in the Park, so I was explaining some of the basic tenants of BDSM to her,' Odette blithely blathered. ‘BDSM? What do you know about BDSM? I barely know about it and I've been having non-stop sex for years,' I exclaimed. ‘Cáel of Ishara, did you do those things to Rhada in an effort to fulfill her dreams?' Oneida desperately pleaded. Worse, it was spoken in English. ‘I can't talk about it,' I replied. ‘That is 'Cáel' for 'yes',' Odette intruded. ‘I began reading up on BDSM after you got the suspension rig,' was her saucy response to me. ‘Would you ever do that to me?' Oneida gave me those big doe-eyes as she sat down. No, she didn't want a rape fantasy. That kind of submission wasn't her thing. I paced around, stomped into the kitchen then back to the living room. ‘No Oneida, I would never do something like that to you,' I promised. ‘I like having sex; a whole bunch. I like the women I'm with to have a great time too.' ‘That means I figure out what really excites her and provide it because I normally want to have sex with that girl again,' I explained, neglecting the 'and again and again and again.' ‘Is it over between you two?' Oneida asked. She meant Rhada and me. ‘Oneida, did I ask you to come over today?' I countered. ‘Have I upset you?' Oneida's lower lip trembled. 'Yes' would make things so much easier. ‘No,' I lied. ‘Let's look at this from another angle. How would you feel if Paula showed up at your domicile unannounced? You walked in and there she was.' ‘Oh,' she stood up again. ‘I apologize.' At this moment, saying nothing meant she'd leave. I'm an idiot. ‘Do you want to stay for dinner?' I offered. It took a few seconds for Oneida to forgive herself enough to accept my suggestion. Me raping Rhada less than 24 hours ago? We'd deal with that later, or so she promised herself. ‘Okay; if it is not too much trouble,' Oneida nodded. In came the doom and gloom duo and we ordered some over-sized sandwiches from an Italian Deli two blocks away. After the two walked through my place (again, I was sure) and the food arrived, the bodyguards relaxed into a close proximity of human beings. The freakishness continued as Odette bonded with the Amazon killers with tales of my sexual exploits. At the same time, I romanced Oneida in half a dozen languages. Storming those gates was going to take more time than I normally gave a single sexual encounter. Oneida kissed me. She loved kissing me. She was ecstatic about kissing me. She made it real clear there would be not petting; yet. Penetration wasn't even on the (her) agenda. This didn't meant I was accepting her marching orders. I was far craftier than that. My plan was one of 'setting an example'. I stood up; we were sitting on the bench press seat, shot Odette a sexy look then went to the kitchenette. We got something; whatever it was wasn't important. The crucial activity was my surrounding Odette in my arms from behind. I kissed her neck, Odette wiggled her ass against my crotch and murmured happily. More kissing along the neck, ear and jawline ensued. Odette exhaled a happy breath, and twisted around in my grasp until we were face to face. An exhaustive French kiss finishing up with a few light pecks and led to us rubbing noses like Inuit. ‘Thanks buddy,' I smiled warmly at Odette. ‘She blue-balling ya?' Odette snickered. ‘Big time,' I muttered. Odette squiggled down my body then bit both my nipples through my shirt making me gasp. ‘That should do nicely,' Odette's eyes were alight and she was super-pleased with herself. She smacked my ass then returned to the living room. I returned to Oneida. After a few seconds, ‘Does it disturb you to be treated like that?' Oneida murmured. ‘Like what?' I sounded so innocent. Trust me; this is a crucial relationship tool. ‘Like; like we would treat one of our males,' she looked for my reaction. I laughed. ‘The critical difference is that I can say 'no',' I smiled. ‘Oneida, do you think the original Ash Men spent every moment not in battle, contemplating their place in the Universe?' Clearly, she had. ‘Believe me, men hunted, worked their crafts and chased female Amazons when they weren't eating, or sleeping.' ‘Warfare is an emotional undertaking,' I had read that somewhere. ‘You can believe that with the battle safely won, your ancestors and my ancestors fooled around. They sang songs, wrote poetry, and created artwork for the ladies they courted. They wanted the attention of the strongest, bravest and most courageous mates, just like your ancestors did.' ‘I think I do know something about the Ash Men you don't,' I prodded her. ‘What? I have studied them for many years,' Oneida was now more engaged. ‘What can you tell me about Vranus?' I asked. That stumped her. ‘I; nothing is written of his exploits,' Oneida admitted. ‘We know he was a young warrior for Ishara.' ‘Think about this, Oneida; Vranus was only twenty yet a member of the Host,' I started. She nodded. ‘He is shown with twin axes; no shield and no bow. That means he had to be very brave, rushing through the initial exchange of arrow fire and thrown spears to attack his enemy. His House probably directed him to large clumps of opponents, breaking their formations for the Host to exploit.' ‘That means he fought alone for several seconds until his accompanying Amazons could pick apart his foe,' I explained. ‘That must have been horrible,' Oneida frowned. ‘Not at all,' I protested. ‘He was trusted with a crucial task; to hold the enemy's focus so the faster moving Amazons could attack their foe from multiple directions at once.' ‘The Amazons of House Ishara must have been very proud of him,' I fluffed out the fantasy. ‘From what you saw from my two exhibition with twin axes, it is very tiring. Vranus had to have absolute confidence his sisters were coming for him. They trusted one another, thus fighting as one organic unit. It was a synergy that included the best of both genders.' That last bit confused her. ‘Back then, most of the Host would have been of the same genetic stock from the time of the First Betrayal. Short and fast. The males of the region they took over were taller; the local men being even taller than the local women. That means you give men heavier and longer weapons. Your people would have favored bows, light shields and short spears; ranged, or quick in and out tools.' Was any of that true? Not a history major, so I have no clue. ‘Many of the Host at the time rode horses yet there are also pictures of them forming battle lines,' Oneida enlightened me then her own eyes expanded. ‘Males are always shown with solid round shields while the Host; women had the oval wicker shields.' ‘Lacking stirrups, the Amazons may have used the men to grapple with the enemy then rode their horses around the flanks, dismounted and engaged their opponents from the rear; Amazon style,' I grinned. It was. Amazons were all about out-maneuvering and confounding their foes. The Amazons hadn't been callous with their males' lives. At one time, chosen females had held the center line. Over time, as males joined, it was practical to adapt the solid wooden shields of their opponents for their own males and put them in the place where their upper body strength and size were of best effect. The unknown older male with Vranus had probably held his place in the battle line dozens of times. I doubt he complained, or even thought to complain. Who would have taken his place? A smaller sister, aunt, or daughter? Had other males objected? Sure, the battle line in Amazon tactics was not the place of glory. The striking arm were the horse-riders. Countless times adversaries had spent the last minutes of their lives with the echoes of horses, hooves and female Amazon war cries seemingly all around them. Some wise old dead fucker once said 'defeat starts in the mind'. I wholeheartedly believed in that; except my version was 'having sex with me starts with my insidious nature'. ‘Defeat starts in the mind,' I stared intently into Oneida's eyes. Love poetry is a matter of emotional context, not actual words. I pulled Oneida to me, letting her straddle my lap because I desperately wanted her to understand my tortured soul. Grinding her vulva against my hard-on was totally accidental, as was our renewed French kiss and me grabbing two handfuls of her ass. There was no rushing of things. Oneida was a skittish mare and I had to keep her feeling safe despite her sexual peril. Any woman who bothers to get to know me knows I am not a complicated guy. Case in point: by the time Oneida was feeding me her left nipple, Odette already had the security types sweep my bedroom (again) then the three retreated to Timothy's room and shut the door. Were Oneida's guardians worried about Oneida's carnal violation? No, why would they? Amazons had dick on demand. Virginity didn't hold any religious significance for them; killing things did. With the speed and efficiency those other two Amazons made themselves scarce, I imagined they were happy that Oneida had stopped mooning over me and getting a good grip on reality. A righteous dicking was in the offing. Oneida's open eyed, opened-mouth countenance when she found herself naked on my bed with a naked me hovering over her was precious. That look always was. It did necessitate a question. ‘Are you sure you want to do this?' I whispered. My aroused cock brushed along her thigh. The question was a courtesy. The answer was always the same because girls want to have sex. They also want to believe they have a say in the process from beginning to end. I say 'believe' because sex done right is passion and passion is the rejection of reason. At some point in the seduction, intercourse becomes an avalanche. Logic can scream all it wants; the hormones are not listening. I slipped into Oneida's velvety liquid embrace. She gave up a sigh of relief. She'd made the jump into intimacy. Any other explanation for what was going to happen would have implicated me as a 'Player'; which everyone else thought I was. Oneida had this romantic ideal of me that no amount of evidence appeared to shatter. Personally, I was starting to dread ever going to her bedroom. I wasn't sure of her 'My Little Pony' comforter would be a turn-off for me. I had done in it on Pocahontas and The Little Mermaid, so odds were I'd pull through in the clinch. ‘I am not hurting you, am I?' I moaned. Said for emotional impact alone. If I was causing a girl pain, I would have stopped first. ‘No,' happy murmuring, ‘I'm wonderful.' The most powerful organ human's possess is the brain. Oneida was a 'talker'. She wanted to express her feelings during intercourse; not give to directions, but as an effort to increase her participation in the sex act itself. Slow, steady strokes followed, withdrawing my glans half way along her labia, moved up and down slightly then gradually pushed back in. Every entry held something new for her. I added to the process by tilting her thigh and leg forward so that my next penetration tantalized a whole new series of trigger points in her cunny. On the next pass, Oneida began her own experimentations, twisting and adjusting the angle of her hips as I worked my rod in and out. Oneida began crying. I wasn't upset and that didn't make me a callous bastard. She was shedding tears of joy and regret; joy because her first climax was in the offing; regret because she wish she had done this with me sooner. She had been a Havenstone employee so we hadn't done the deed. We still had to keep our liaison secret. Why? I'd think of something. The real reason was pure politics. I never knew what wacky dame hated another wacky dame for reasons I couldn't even get into, but I knew it would curtail my dating opportunities. I'd pay the price of deception later. What I couldn't take was being denied sex without having done anything wrong first. ‘Am I making you happy?' Oneida gasped. No flippancy here; romance was the key. ‘You demand things from me few other women do,' I replied breathlessly. I wasn't going to lie to her. Prettying up the truth was good enough and it made her happy. I also got something new; to her, not to me. She orgasmed. Whatever she'd been satisfied with before, I obliterated in a few quick, decisive strokes. Oh God; did she go off! It has happened to me before; the door being kicked in; just not in mid-orgasm. Guns being pointed at yours truly while the girl was in mid-scream was new. And Oneida was still carrying on and on. ‘I was trying to tell you!' Odette was screaming. ‘He does that to us all the time; please don't shoot him.' The whole 'girl screaming at me in Old Kingdom Hittite' was also new. My mentor preferred Minoan. ‘I have come back from Death,' Oneida rasped. Her skin was flushed deep red from her exertion, she had bathed us both in sweat and she was coming up with any form of vocalization from Goddess-knows where she had screamed for so long. She looked at me with love in her eyes; damn it. She looked and looked and looked and; finally noticed the two women at the foot of the bed. ‘Is; some; thing; wrong?' Oneida panted while gazing at her two guardians with worry.  ‘You may outrun your sins, but never forget that someone will pay the toll.' There was someone pounding on my apartment door. ‘Neighbor; door; I'm on it,' Odette called out. Seconds later the deadbolts clicked and the door opened. ‘Hello, Mr. Finnes.' ‘You God-damn Whore!' he screamed. ‘Where is that homo and his butt-buddy? The cops are on their way and this time you are all in the street.' He had a good head of steam on tonight. Slayer of Testicles #1 looked at Slayer of Testicles #2, nodded and left. ‘Who is this bitch,' Finnes got out. It was so wrong that I recognized the next sound. It was the barrel of a gun being inserted into a person's mouth. ‘Listen and listen carefully,' SoT#1 spoke softly. ‘You are going back to your hovel. If I get word, or even a bad premonition, that you are causing this apartment a hint of worry, I am going to come back and end you in a fashion the New York City's Coroner's Office will find memorable.' ‘I do not care if you have to puncture both eardrums to drown out the noise. I am not a compassionate person. In fact, I am considered sadistic by those who know me well. Now go back home, tell the police who show up this was all a mistake and give a prayer of thanks to whatever deity you grovel before that I didn't simply ram my firearm up your anus and decorate the ceiling in what passes for brains in your pathetic bone-sack of a body,' she menaced. There was a choking/gagging noise then the sound of heaving. ‘Mr. Finnes; are you okay?' Odette worried. As a wonderful counter-point. ‘Have you given me your seed?' Oneida asked hopefully. I was still hard. It had only been ten minutes of sex after all. I gently rocked my penis deeper in. ‘Oh,' she happily babbled. ‘Again?' SoT#2 questioned. I made a few more penetration cycles instead of speaking. ‘Do they train you in some sort of Sex Academy for this? Are there more males out there like you?' ‘Is having a viewing gallery a real damper on the mood?' I asked her while looking into Oneida's eyes. I was actually proud of Oneida for not sending the other woman away. It showed me she respected the woman's job. I also heard the apartment door shut. ‘Wow, your threat was nice and spooky,' Odette snickered. ‘Threat? Child, what do you think I do for a living?' SoT#1 asked. ‘You are one of those wacko, psycho-chicks Cáel Nyilas works with,' Odette was undoubtedly smiling. ‘Correct, I am one of those wacko, psycho-chicks;' SoT#1 left that hanging out there. ‘You weren't playing with Mr. Finnes, were you?' Odette grew quiet. Pause. ‘There is really a job which allows you to do that kind of stuff?' Pause. ‘Can I apply?' ‘This is not something you apply;' SoT#1 began, but then, ‘I guess if Cáel wants to; ‘ ‘Cool,' Odette was truly irrepressible. ‘If he does that, there will definitely be consequences and repercussions,' SoT#1 cautioned. ‘Oh, I think I had better stick with being his fuck-buddy,' Odette conceded. ‘Wise choice,' SoT#1 agreed. My bedroom door shut. SoT#2 had slipped out. Do you often have sex with an audience?' I teased Oneida. ‘Yes,' she answered matter-of-factly, ‘I do. Don't you?' ‘Now that you mention it;' and I got back to the pleasure that encompasses so much of my life. Sunday Night. ‘Cáel,' a voice purred over my phone. ‘Hey Nicole,' I greeted my lawyer not-quite a hook-up anymore. Also, unless you are Sure you know the female caller, don't take a gamble with the name. ‘So, do you have something going on tonight?' she queried. ‘Nope. My normal engagement had to cancel so I'm sitting back with some friends who do not appreciate the depth of my depravity,' I sighed. ‘Canceled?' She laughed. ‘On you? Have your recovered from the shock?' ‘Actually, they had a death in the family and had to go to South Carolina,' I explained. ‘Oh; sorry,' Nicole apologized. ‘Well, if you are feeling lonely and neglected, you could come by work and do me a favor.' ‘I am feeling neither lonely, nor neglected, but I am certainly missing you right now. Give me a half hour and I'll be there,' I promised. She thanked me and hung up. ‘Who is it this time?' Odette snickered. Man, I was becoming so used to her hanging around. ‘Nicole the lawyer,' I replied. I trekked back to my bedroom to prep. I opted for the 'Bad Boy' look; worn jeans, high-top tennis shoes (equally worn), my Plant Smashers t-shirt (Quebecois ska band; yes, I will road-trip to another country for sex) and my Bolingbrook bomber jacket. Yes, I was going to an Ivy League Law firm dressed like a carjacker. Every other male was going to be dressed in finely-tailored silk and I had to stand out. Since I couldn't outspend them, I was going to make them look like effete pussies by dressing like I just didn't care what anyone thought. I was coming over to screw Nicole and there would be no doubt about it. ‘Isn't that chick rich?' Timothy teased me. ‘Yeah. I'm packing the glow in the dark Trojans tonight; cause she's special,' I grinned. ‘Oh! I love those,' Odette squealed. She really needed to trust me less. I walked over, cupped her ears with my hand then kissed her on the forehead. I did the same to Timothy. His look suggested that I had best make a hasty exit before he kicked my ass. I caught a taxi a block away. It turned out he was from Qatar and he asked if I was sure about the address I gave him. I grinned then told him I could outrun 95% of the yPD so was feeling good about my chances. He snorted, countering with 'If you were an Arab, they'd shoot you.' Not to be outdone, 'I'd claim to be a Syrian anti-government protester; you know, because we all look alike to these Caucasians'. We laughed for a bit then he said he had a younger sister back in the homeland. I insisted I was immoral; a wicked man. 'Was I religious?' 'Only when it suited my purposes.' 'Would I consider converting to Sunni Islam?' 'Only if the girl was cute enough.' He showed me her picture; dammit, she had a really beautiful face. I got her name, his name and the name of his mosque. I considered it. Yahweh, Christ, Bacchus (wine, an orgy and 'bull' testicles; long story) and Jehovah all had reasons to barbeque my ass already. Why not add Allah to the mix, besides it being an incredibly stupid thing to do for a man in constant mortal peril like me? In theory, three of the four definitely had the possibility to be the same Omniscient and Omnipotent Galactic Being so the odds were I wouldn't get too much more screwed. I finished up my journey imagining Buffy in a burqa. That evolved into a vision of me being force-fed a burqa; in private; where no one could hear my muffled cries for help. Buffy; murdering me; made me horny. I am a sick puppy. ‘Buffy,' I called her as I paid the cabbie. ‘What; huh; are you okay, Cáel?' Buffy muttered. ‘Yes, I'm fine. I was dreaming of you and decided to give you a call,' I related in a sleepy voice. ‘Oh;' she sounded affectionate. ‘Yeah. In the dream you were murdering me. It was so romantic; so you,' I related. ‘Shit-for-brains, do you have any idea what time it is?' Buffy turned all savage in an instant. ‘Hmm; 11:45?' I offered up. ‘Call me this late again when it is not an emergency and your dream will become a reality,' she growled. ‘You know you sound so;' and she hung up on me. I called Nicole and warned her I was at her building, pursued by two FDIC investigators and could she please come and rescue me. She snickered, came down and retrieved me, but not before the yPD stopped by for a casual conversation and I hadn't even been standing there two minutes. In my neighborhood you were lucky if you saw a patrol car every thirty minutes and short of offering them some crack cocaine, cheap nookie, or shooting a gun off, they never stopped. Was I my normally fuck-wad self? No. I told the man/woman team the truth. Some upper crust weenies I worked with dragged me off to Yuppie Hell. I hooked up with a lawyer who I screwed repeatedly in the Women's bathroom and she was calling me for round 2. Second question (the first one was name/ID/reason for being in this part of town dressed like I was)? Was she paying me? 'No'. Was I practicing safe sex (female cop; married even)? 'Yes'. Was she the red-head at the door behind me? 'Yes she was and goodnight.' ‘What are you dressed like that for?' Nicole smiled. In her mind she already knew the answer; I had come here to screw her; raw and primal. ‘Ballroom dancing was not on the itinerary you gave me,' I smiled. We went inside. ‘My co-workers are still here,' she hinted seductively. ‘Whoa now!' I protested humorously. ‘I am not here to pull a train; girls only.' Nicole nearly fell over laughing. She was so embarrassed by me and my attire, she dragged me straight to the conference room 'her' team was working out of. Everyone else was eating. Two of the lawyers were clearly the top dogs; a man and a woman. The woman had a vague resemblance to one of the portraits I'd seen coming in; a legacy. The man screamed 'serial killer'. It probably made him one hell of a lawyer, but spooky to live with, or work for. The other nine people in the room were in two groups. Two were obviously paralegals. They dressed in what must have started out as clean, starched clothing from off the rack as opposed to tailored. The other seven were lawyers in their own dual set-up. My amateur guess was two different branches of law. This group was dressed in fine clothes now wrinkled from a long day's work, plus it was a Sunday. They were not at their best yet they were still better than most of what I had. The most endearing part was how they looked at me. Even the female contingent thought that I was trash. I had certainly given them the opportunity. Seriously, they should have paid more attention to Nicole, her intelligence, competence and tastes. Come on now; there was no way she'd bring some grease-monkey from Flatbush to her workplace. They needed to engage their brains and not their social bias. A murmur slithered through the crowd. Amusement and condescension were the clear messages shot my way. I imagine the poor soul who delivered the food got less crap because he/she was providing a tangible service. ‘Nicole, who is this?' the woman asked. Sex. Outside of her being a soulless cancer on the hopes and dreams of mankind, she was an alluring forty-something. ‘This is my friend Cáel;' Nicole began, both her arms wrapped around my right arm. ‘Cáel Belafonte,' I interrupted. You could tell who the trial lawyers in the room were. Their expressions told me they knew I was lying. ‘Fascinating Mr. Belafonte,' Mr. Serial-Killer droned on. ‘What do you do?' ‘I am an Ichthyologist,' I met his gaze. ‘I'm involved in a twenty year study to determine the cause for the reduction in the size of Tuna fish scales.' That had them stumped. ‘That sounds like yet another great waste of government funds,' a young male lawyer with more bravado than combat-sex experience fired off. ‘Oh,' I shrugged. ‘Smaller scales, smaller full-sized Tuna, a spike in tuna prices and an eventual world-wide restriction on Tuna fishing, similar to the one currently covering virtually all whale species. Now, I doubt you know which people will decide who the recipient of those lucrative Tuna contracts will be, but I do. By all means; mock what you don't understand.' ‘Government research project results will be in the public domain,' a woman joined the struggle. ‘Yes; and?' I asked in a bland tone. ‘Your research will be available to all kinds of commercial concerns,' male asshat grinned. ‘Your ability to show that you are as smart as any pre-law student must make someone, somewhere very proud,' I grinned back. Confused looks. Nicole was struggling to keep it together. ‘He never said he was in any manner part of the government, or a government program, Mr. Cherrie,' the female lead barracuda gave me her own hungry look. The guy looked pissed. ‘Oh, Mr. Belafonte, are you a private researcher, or a government one?' she female junior lawyer asked. ‘Heather Pulaski,' she gave her name. ‘Call me Cáel, Heather, and I am in no way associated with any government, I barely know what an Ichthyologist is and I'm certainly not one. Rude, arrogant people annoy me when they treat my friends like they are stupid; especially when they should know better. I can rarely stop myself from ridiculing them,' I grinned. ‘And now you think you are better than everyone else in the room for tricking us with this juvenile prank,' the Serial Killer sounded bored. ‘No. The lives of strangers are not my concern,' I bantered back. ‘I did what I did to make Nicole smile. If my antics remind the rest of you what a hotshot lawyer she is so much the better.' ‘Mr. and Mrs. Dyoung, Cáel, Cáel Nyilas, is a joker. He's is also brilliant and just joined Havenstone Commercial Investments in their Executive Services Division,' Nicole bragged. She got points for the 'Executive Services' part. More smirks; some people never learn. ‘Havenstone doesn't employ too many men, does it?' Mrs. Dyoung said. Maybe she was looking for a Discrimination lawsuit. ‘Five men to be precise and two of us are out of the country,' I enlightened her. ‘So you are brilliant,' Mr. Dyoung seemed barely engaged; and was Mrs. Dyoung's Mr. Dyoung. ‘What are your insights on DNA ownership, Cáel?' ‘DNA ownership is a fallacy,' I stated. ‘People are not pigs, soybeans, or corn. You cannot create a financial liability for your offspring because that amounts to slavery and is forbidden by the 14th Amendment to the Constitution. DNA is a person; their blueprint. Only the person owns it and they can't even sell it outright.' ‘That is hopelessly naive,' he snorted. ‘Not really. If you apply an accepted price tag to every human being on Earth, the anarchy will begin. Crimes like murder, torture and mutilation are based on the concept that human life has an unspecified value. Give something a value and you can trade in it.' ‘Murder somebody? How much was their DNA worth?' I postulated. ‘I pay the cost, or somebody pays it for me. You are calling me naïve? I'm not murdering somebody. I'm repossessing their DNA. Mr. Dyoung, I'm not a lawyer, so I am not approaching this from a limited field of vision like you are. I live in the World.' ‘Oddly enough, I've had some recent encounters with real slavery and that has convinced me that I'll go down standing up, thank you very much,' I grinned. ‘In case that was misconstrued; my DNA is mine, no legal precedent will change that and I'm more than willing to put bodies in the ground to keep it so.' ‘You sound like an anarchist,' Mr. Cherrie chimed in. ‘Nope. I'm independent-minded. There is a difference,' I indicated. ‘Just like you, anarchists don't want to let me be me either.' ‘Laws exist for a reason,' Nicole chastised me. What she was really saying was 'you are here for a reason and it isn't entertaining my co-workers'. ‘This is the point where the smart man goes 'yes ma'am, they do',' I nodded to her. ‘Your young man is not stupid,' Mrs. Dyoung chuckled. ‘This young man knows what happens if he behaves,' Nicole bowed to her superior; her boss, not me. ‘Oh goodie,' I rubbed my hands together. ‘Are we about to do some file-sharing?' ‘Something like that,' Nicole laughed and off we went. All I could imagine was that Nicole had to be God's Own lawyer at this firm to get away with the crap we'd just pulled. Honestly, I had other things on my mind. We coasted into her office, with her name etched on the glass door; with the glass walls and floor to ceiling glass windows. Just because, I picked up a water-smoothed stone on her desk; glass houses and all. ‘That is from the Canadian Shield; some of the oldest rocks on Earth,' she told me. ‘You are also going to have one of the most painful hard substance on Earth in your office if we don't do something soon,' I teased. ‘Where do you want to start?' she leaned against her desk. Her office was small, but it was her own. Considering her age, it was another 'she rocks' indicator. ‘Your lips,' I murmured. Nicole liked that. She pushed off the desk enough so our lips could lock. It was very nice. ‘The other lips,' I teased her. She liked that idea even more. Her black, mid-thigh skirt came up, I knelt and decided her scarlet thong was more than skimpy enough for me to work around. I let my hands run along her calves. Nicole hummed out her acclaim and was even happier when I began lifting both legs up. Before long, she was laying on her back, her legs were raised high and spread wide. Nice and easy was replaced by rapidly energetic and fiendishly cunning. Nicole was fighting back the tidal surge of her ecstasy. ‘What are you holding back for?' I slurped around my tongue-lashing. We weren't in a bathroom stall this time. Nicole tilted her head up, gave me a simmer glance then embraced her orgasm. ‘Damn!' she screamed followed by a dozen slightly less vocal 'damns'. I gave her just enough time for me to shed my pants, roll down a prophylactic then I mounted. Had there been any doubt of our forceful ardor, my heroic efforts and Nicole's dynamism shattered them. Half of the lawyers I'd briefly met stopped by and peeked through the glass. I didn't care and Nicole reveled in 'bending the minds' of the onlookers. After a while, her office was not enough. That sofa in the executive reception area? I bent her over the art deco beast and pummeled it, half way across the room. The bathroom? To be gender-equal, we screwed around in the Men's room this time. Nicole and I revisited her erotic fantasy of being bent over in the toilet, sodomized, then completing the act with dispensing of the condom and a glorious blowjob. Our last encounter involved a men's standing urinal, Nicole's legs wrapped around my waist as I gyrated. ‘Oh my God!' she yelped. ‘I've got it. Put me down.' I put her down because the reason I was here was to crack the mental block she had found herself in. Me? I'd come for the sex and Nicole delivered in spades. She had upheld her side of our bargain. Now that I'd reciprocated, it was time for 'hook-up' Nicole to become 'lawyer' Nicole. She made herself somewhat presentable and quick-stepped in back to the conference room. I secured my cock and pants before following. Nicole was babbling in an eldritch dark-tongue similar to Lady Sauron relaying doom to her pack of Nazgûl. They responded with various other arcane invocations until their agreement confirmed that millions of voices had cried out in terror then been suddenly silenced. In my universe, female devotees of Evil were all black leather-clad gorgeous sex kittens who used their dark arts to increase galactic lecherousness. ‘Time to show you out,' Nicole gave me a sultry smirk. ‘Come on.' Arm in arm, we traveled closely to the elevators. ‘Hold the door,' a female voice commanded right as the doors began to shut on the two of us. Nicole put a hand out to keep us from a few more second of alone time. A Caucasian women with short brown hair and a fierce scowl entered first. An imperious damsel came in next. My heart stopped in shock while I barely registered on her radar. A dusky man, nearly my height came in last of all. The doors shut and down we went. I was spending too much time watching the woman and her two bodyguards as we all headed to the door and not enough with Nicole. ‘Don't even think about it, Cáel,' Nicole teased. ‘That's Miss Brianna O'Shea, she leads our client's team and she's totally off limits.' O'Shea pulled a 'Katrina' the moment after Nicole used my name. She spun in place so that she was now facing Nicole and me. ‘What was your name?' she asked with sugary smoothness I associated with Bolivian tourism officials; the nice ones. You know, the ones that thought using a truck battery attached to the jumper cables and your testicles was too much because a car battery would do. ‘Percival Fenris, ma'am,' I introduced myself. ‘I'm a product engineer for Cyberdyne Systems. My team is creating a process that uses constantly recycling colored sugar dust as a medium that will replace current LCD technology. We are calling it Pixie TV.' Nicole was giggling. I was feeling less giggly, mainly because I was staring at my Mother. Not my Mother-mother; the woman who gave birth to me and who had been eaten alive by cancer. No, this was my Mother the way she looked when she was twenty-five and in excellent health. ‘Miss O'Shea, this is Cáel Nyilas. He is a good friend of mine,' Nicole cut through my obfuscation. O'Shea took several steps toward us, away from the exit. Her guardians kept up and were ratcheting up their vigilance. ‘Interesting eyes,' she noted. ‘What is your heritage?' Rude and scary. Even Nicole knew something was incredibly wrong. ‘Cáel, you two have the same eyes,' Nicole mumbled. ‘I was thinking the same thing, Miss Lawless,' Brianna said. Huh? ‘You are a lawyer named Lawless?' I gawked at Nicole. ‘How did that happen?' Why had that not registered when I went to Nicole's office? Oh yeah, her leading me in, eyes pleading for sex. ‘That is not relevant, Mr. Nyilas,' O'Shea kept coming. ‘What do you mean 'not relevant'? Are you saying you'd hire a male escort named Quick-fire Small-Penis?' I wondered. ‘If so, you are a more trusting soul than I.' ‘Why are you avoiding my question?' Brianna queried. ‘Why are you asking questions I clearly don't want to answer?' I retorted. ‘Cáel, please don't antagonize my client's representative,' Nicole was playful yet concerned. ‘No problem Nicole Lawless, Attorney at Law,' I grinned to her. I gave her a secretive ass squeeze then made to leave. Miraculously, Brianna let me slip by. The deceptiveness of that kindness was revealed when I stepped outside and found the limo; with another bodyguard standing beside the front passenger door. O'Shea/Mom's double was hot on my heels. As I turned and headed up the street, she grabbed my right arm. ‘Why don't we go out for a late bite to eat,' she stated. I wasn't being invited. I was being told. ‘No can do,' I shrugged off her hand. ‘I promised my Father to leave a recognizable corpse.' ‘What makes you think I have sinister intentions?' she questioned. There was a lot of that going around; not answering stuff, that is. ‘Why do you assume you aren't giving off the same bad vibe as a half-dozen 18th Street gangbangers on a Meth binge?' I teased. Brianna made a hand signal and the three bruisers put their hands on their guns. The closest to me moved around me to block off that escape route. To be correct, the guy at the car door was African-American, around my height with maybe 10 kg on me. The two guarding O'Shea were a guy of Moorish decent and a woman of the English Midlands. I knew this because I was afraid and making shit up. ‘Was I supposed to be impressed with the quiet appeal of desperation you exhibited by playing patty-cake with yourself,' I kept smiling. ‘Or are these three supposed to scare me?' I chuckled. ‘Here; in downtown Manhattan; one of the few places on the planet Earth trying to rival London in video surveillance.' ‘Video evidence can be altered,' Brianna gave me a wicked gleam. ‘Was that supposed to be your Evil Henchwoman voice?' I kept snickering. ‘If so, get a refund from that mail-order firm you took lessons from,' I grinned. ‘You appear to be rather fearless, and obstinate,' O'Shea nodded. ‘Foolishly so.' ‘Lady, I'm staring into the face of my dead Mother who is trying to get me into a limo with three goombahs who think they are intimidating. They are not,' I pointed out. ‘This whole weekend has been a disaster, so me beating the crap out of those three, you and the driver isn't going to change a damn thing,' I enlightened them. The Moorish guy extended a collapsible cane. ‘You seem very confident,' she informed me. ‘Of course I am,' I stated. ‘You haven't spotted my bodyguard yet, meaning all of you are truly screwed.' ‘Why would you have a bodyguard?' she inquired. ‘Why would you want to know?' I countered. ‘Do you practice being irritating, or is an innate talent?' Brianna regarded me. ‘We can do this 'answering a question with a question' thing all night long, except I have to be at work at six a.m. so how about you tell me what you really want to know and tell me why you look like; screw that; are my Mother's clone,' I sighed. ‘Tell me about your genetic heritage,' O'Shea demanded. She was that kind of authoritative prick; actual penis not required. ‘I apologize. I don't seem to have a handle your native vocabulary and your English-as-a-Second Language skills suck,' I sneered. ‘I should go home now.' Moorish guy blocked my egress. English chick was on my right flank, back to the limo and the street. The most pressing issue was a matter of privilege; O'Shea's people thought they'd get away with breaking the law. The moment the Moor popped out is baton, it was 'on'. A baton is a weapon plus O'Shea and her bodyguard were blocking my exit. I was legally free to attack him now. Normally I was lawfully compelled to exit the scene as opposed to engaging in violence. Since I couldn't run away, I was allowed to kick his ass; and O'Shea and company didn't give a crap. I worked five-plus days a week with people like that. The wavy-red haired, emerald green-eyed O'Shea wasn't the daughter of some Mafioso, or Nigerian Warlord. I didn't know what she was, but she was the many opposites of good news. ‘I imagine you think I didn't notice that Taser,' I addressed the Englishwoman while getting in the Moor's face. ‘That is an unfortunate miscalculation on your part.' ‘See, your dumbass partner, with his wonderful 80 cm tool, has let me get inside his reach. Before he can bring it to bear, I'm going to crush it trachea,' I outlined. ‘Now I have his tool and the whole reach thing is working in reverse. You have a hand-held device with a 10 cm reach and I have one that is 80 cm and the distance to make effective use of it.' ‘Don't worry about the guy at the door. By the time I face you, my bodyguard will lethally wound Miss O'Shea there. In case you missed it, now you are all screwed because your job is to guard her, not suppress me; and you all just failed,' I kept the Moor's eye contact. ‘While this horror crosses your mind, I'll break your hand.' ‘Your buddy isn't coming to help you. He's running to Miss O'Shea because he's supposed to keep her alive and that takes all his time and concentration. You poor driver will get out and, not yet having his situational awareness, my bodyguard will neutralize him. About the same time, I will crack your skull open. This allows me to decide whether, or not to kill Miss O'Shea,' I concluded. All of that was an utter and complete fantasy. Collapsible batons; I'd seen them in a few movies. Tasers? I have been tazed and never, ever want to repeat the process; three separate incidences was enough for me. Did I have a bodyguard close by? I had not asked for one and Havenstone had the sad habit of not telling me a damn thing that concerned my personal survival. On the plus side, I could be a compelling actor, or successful conman. I'm not an actor by the grace of two little words; sex scandal. If I sleep with a girl I want it to be because I've tricked and deceived her, not because she wants to tape us then sell it to the media. That would make me feel degraded; cheapened even. I'm not a conman because they use seduction to get what they want. For me, the seduction IS what I want. Steal their money? That would imply I would never, ever be able to sleep with them again. I couldn't do that and remain true to myself. To prove my point, the Moor looked past me to O'Shea for instructions. I punched him in his Solar Plexus and took his toy as I shoved his breathless form to the sidewalk. The Englishwoman expected me to attack her, just like I'd told her I would. It took her a second to realize I'd played her. By then it was too late. I could flee up the street if I wanted. ‘You attacked my man,' O'Shea noted casually. ‘Well, your ears are dicey, but your eyes are spot-on,' I snorted. ‘Shoot him,' O'Shea was decided to wrap this up. I was ceasing to be amusing. ‘In the legs.' Out came the guns and down went my likelihood of getting out of this intact. Pamela walked out of the building we'd exited a minute ago. She was wearing tight black stretch pants, a red turtleneck and a short beige jacket. ‘Protocols,' Pamela invoked in a bored voice. ‘Define,' O'Shea demanded. ‘Cáel,' Pamela kept her gaze on O'Shea, ‘who do you work for?' ‘Havenstone,' I answered. O'Shea looked from Pamela to me. ‘This does not protect a simple employee,' O'Shea stated. ‘I am invoking the Protocols. This does not require me to explain things to you,' Pamela was cool and relaxed. ‘By all means, if you feel I am abusing the Truce, kick it upstairs and it will be adjudicated.' ‘What is your name?' Brianna O'Shea requested of Pamela. ‘Cáel Nyilas. That is all you need to know,' Pamela smirked. ‘That is not possible,' Brianna gained her own barracuda grin. ‘He is Illuminati business. Look at his eyes.' Pamela laughed. The WHO? Weren't they some kind of Freemasons? ‘He walks away right now unless you explain yourself. He is at Havenstone. Whatever relationship he possessed with the Illuminati ceased when he was hired,' Pamela informed her. ‘Cáel Nyilas, tell me about your Mother,' Brianna commanded. ‘No,' I shrugged. ‘It is a simple enough question,' Miss O'Shea persisted. ‘And it is simply none of your business,' I held my ground. ‘I am her sister,' O'Shea declared. Pamela snorted but otherwise kept silent. ‘Ugh; that was not what I wanted to hear,' I groaned. Pamela snickered. She knew where my mind was. ‘Why should I believe you?' ‘You had your genetic sequence analyzed Thursday, didn't you?' O'Shea said. ‘That was flagged by people working for me because you and I share half of the same DNA.' ‘That's not possible,' Pamela stated in the same way she knew I was a cosmic joke. ‘How is that not possible?' I looked to Pamela. I was really starting to accept me and Homicidal O'Shea were family. Why? I'd never had to confront the incest taboo before and here it was looking right at me. O'Shea looked to Pamela, to me, back to Pamela then finally back at me. ‘Do you have a single clue about what is going on?' Brianna addressed me. ‘Yeah, of course I do,' I lied. ‘You are with the Illuminati and you know Havenstone is more than a bunch of greedy bitches.' Pause. ‘So you know nothing about what is going on here, right at this moment,' O'Shea's eyes skewered me. Sigh. ‘Mom; your sister, is dead;' I got out. ‘Yes, she died seven years ago,' Brianna interrupted. ‘What?' I glared. ‘No, she died fifteen years ago. Where do you get your information from and why didn't you at least check out the fucking gravestone?' I snapped. ‘Fifteen; that doesn't make sense; I didn't know where she died, only that when her medication ran out, she would have been consumed by some kind of aggressive cancer,' O'Shea responded. ‘What;' sort of slipped out. ‘How many brothers and sisters do you have?' O'Shea probed. ‘Like I'd tell you,' I growled. ‘None,' Pamela stated. ‘Thanks,' I glared at Pam. ‘Why don't you give away all my bargaining chips?' ‘Cáel, they know your last name,' Pamela stated. ‘Do you want them to hunt down your father and torture him for the names and locations of any other children?' ‘If you go after my Dad;' I became aggressive. ‘You will do nothing,' Pamela interrupted. ‘He is not covered by the Truce.' ‘A Truce I know nothing about,' I grumbled. ‘Screw all of you.' ‘Don't sweat it, Cáel. They need you and I can prove it with two honestly answered question,' Pamela smirked. ‘What name are you using today?' to Brianna. ‘Brianna O'Shea,' the red-haired lady replied. ‘How quaint; your real name. Brianna, how many other nieces and nephews do you and your sisters have?' Pamela inquired. Brianna glared. ‘I'll answer that for her; none. That begs the question of why you,' Pamela smiled at me, ‘exist at all. I'm sure that come Monday morning every medic at Havenstone is going to be crawling all over you looking for that answer.' O'Shea had a new game plan. She was going to murder Pamela and kidnap me. This meant I was going to get screwed up; maybe killed. Pamela would kill everyone else and sex would be extra painful for the next week to ten days; I was tired of that crap. I dropped the baton and walked up to Brianna. The bodyguards were twitching, Brianna was calculating multiple variables and Pamela looked mildly amused. I hugged Brianna. ‘If we are family then we are family,' I explained. ‘If there is something you want to talk to me about, give me a call. I'm in the book and I'm sure Havenstone can patch you through if you want to get in touch with me at work.' Pamela was struggling to contain her mirth. ‘Can you keep this discussion under wraps for now?' Brianna requested. The likelihood of that happening must have showed in my eyes. ‘Okay, who do you work for?' Pamela was laughing into her hand. ‘Umm; I work for Katrina Love of Executive Services,' I answered. O'Shea almost had an embolism. ‘It is okay, my desk is in her office, so we are pretty close.' Not at all what she wanted to hear. ‘Okay, I'll stop teasing you. I know who Katrina is and what she does; basically making people like you have believably fatal accidents.' ‘You are a man? Why are you still walking around free?' O'Shea muttered. ‘His sexual dynamism supersedes the sublimely addictive,' Pamela enlightened O'Shea, ‘and if you don't believe me, go up and ask that 'Nicole Lawless' woman.' ‘I was going to say 'I look great in hose and a push-up bra', but that works too,' I muttered. And the last thing I wanted to envision at that reality-cracking moment happened. Brianna O'Shea looked me over and that look said 'Sex'. She was my aunt! Technically; somehow; that should matter, right? ‘Aunt Brianna; Brianna; Auntie O'Shea; what do you want me to call you?' I stammered. ‘Brianna will do,' she pulled those plush red lips into a grin and extended her hand. I shook it. She had a strong grip. She was tapping the pulse in my wrist with her forefinger; a tried and true arousal technique I'd used countless times. ‘I'm really happy that we are family;' I evaded. ‘I had regular sex with mine and your mother's father, your grandfather,' Brianna discussed with the outrage normally reserved for the 'do you want your cantaloupe in wedges, or scoops' debate. ‘My; we'll just toss that in the category of things I never wanted to know,' I coughed. Wait! I could do better than that. This deserved sympathy, not comedy. ‘I am glad you got that off your chest,' I stroked her hand back; okay, not my brightest idea. ‘Has Grandpa stopped doing that?' ‘Your Grandfather is dead,' Brianna delivered the bad news. It was doubly bad because she seemed to really miss the jack-ass. At least I didn't have to feign grief at the bastard's funeral. This also would explain why Mom ran away from home and told Dad and I that her family all perished in a freak Sperm Whale hunting accident in the Arctic. You know, that sounded much more believable when I was five. Dad was crazy in love, which explained his suspension of disbelief whenever she walked in the room. ‘He was assassinated in his study in our mountain home, his throat slit clean through and his body desecrated beyond our ability to resurrect him,' Brianna shed a tear. This was the point where I seriously began worrying about there being a natural gas leak that was either screwing up what I was hearing, or what other people were saying. ‘Wow; how sad,' I tried to sound shaken by the news. ‘I know,' Brianna hugged me. But wait, ‘You smell like him (deep, sensual purr); Dad, that is.' Oh God No! ‘Well with Granddad gone, you seem to have done well for yourself; lves,' I corrected. It sounded like I had aunts in the plural, I was praying for the positive, plus a quick exit. ‘No, we can't move on until we find the assassin,' Brianna told me. She added in a whisper, ‘We know she was an Amazon.' Ah, look, an invitation by my freakish, incestuous aunt to betray the insane fanatics I worked for. I began crying. ‘I understand,' Brianna reached around and patted my back, ‘This must be a lot for you to take in.' ‘You have no idea,' I sniffled. What was my mind was saying: 'By the way, Aunt Brianna, the wacked-out chick that offed Granddad is two meters away from you and you definitely didn't bring a big enough army to deal with her'. ‘Why don't you come home with me tonight?' Brianna offered somewhat plaintively. Sex; worse, I wasn't coming up with any really convincing reasons to not have sex with her. We would do it with the lights off. That way I wouldn't be looking into the face of the Mother of my youth having an orgasm impaled on me. Maybe dim lighting would be okay too. ‘I can't go home with you tonight,' I looked away. ‘I'm feeling vulnerable.' That was exactly why she wanted to take me home with her; confused and vulnerable would allow her to revisit her nostalgic Father-Daughter fornications. ‘You need someone who loves you to look after you,' Brianna prodded. ‘That's what I'm for,' Pamela came to my rescue. Glares and snippets of wrath ensued. In the end, Pamela and I made our getaway. A few blocks away; I didn't want a taxi yet; Pamela speaking voided my introspection. ‘Questions?' ‘Where were you hiding while Nicole and I were having sex?' I mused. ‘Which time?' Pamela taunted me. ‘You mean you followed us to the Men's bathroom (we were reliving our first sexual encounter and then some)?' I groused. ‘I am not saying I was there. I'm not saying I wasn't. I'm not saying,' Pamela smirked. Pause. ‘You killed Grandpa?' I asked. ‘Yes.' ‘You stole his soul?' ‘Yes.' ‘You took yourself to the cliffs to destroy his soul; and yours?' ‘Yes.' ‘You decided not to because of his curse/warning?' ‘No.' ‘Um; why didn't you kill yourself?' ‘He; your Grandfather; had a back-up plan. Having me kill myself was a ploy. Had I done it, I would have lost my soul, his soul would have been released and Havenstone would have thought him dead. At the last moment I gained the insight he had a body already prepared for him that no other person knew about,' Pamela informed me. ‘You.' ‘My Mother didn't know?' I worried. ‘I am not sure. Most likely she thought she had escaped the Old Bastard.' ‘Ugh; family life around Christmas must have been a blast,' I grumbled. ‘The Illuminati make a mockery of the Cult of Christ. They have influenced the Catholic hierarchy for a millennia.' ‘How did she get away; if she got away?' I muttered. ‘Your Mother and Aunts were born to be slaves, but contained nearly all the DNA of your Grandfather; essentially female 'hims'. That meant they are all very, very smart so your Mother figured out a way and fled. Somehow she found your Father and happiness.' ‘He let her get away, didn't he?' I asked. ‘Don't sell your Mother short,' Pamela chided me. ‘He most likely engineered her escape from his estate, but the rest was her. Otherwise, you would have had Illuminati watchers all this time. No, your Grandfather wanted her to be completely free of the Illuminati, and all the other secret orders, until he was ready to make his return.' ‘Why did Brianna think Mom died of cancer seven years ago?' I went for next. ‘All your aunts need medication to keep them healthy and young,' Pamela related. ‘The only one with the formula was your Grandfather and, after so many decades, those bitches have to be running out of it soon, if they haven't already exhausted their supply.' ‘Without the drugs, your Mother would have aged and developed various cancers that would have escalated in their aggression until she died. For some reason, she stopped taking her medications before they ran out,' Pamela ruminated. ‘To have me,' I lowered my head. Mom had died because she knew Dad wanted a child; me. ‘It is not impossible that she couldn't have a child while on the regimen. That sounds like something that bastard Cáel O'Shea would have done,' Pamela agreed. ‘What?' I gulped. ‘You were named after your maternal grandfather, who I studied for weeks, and I can tell you that Cáel Nyilas is a hundred times the person he ever was,' Pamela assured me. ‘Let's not tell my aunt that,' I grunted. ‘Don't worry about that,' Pamela patted me on the back. ‘All of your aunts are most likely addicted to his pheromones and you have some variant of them.' ‘The fuck you say!' I gawked. ‘Oh yeah. He was that kind of son of a bitch.' ‘So when I get scared, they get horny?' I despaired. ‘Or if you are your regular horny self,' Pamela chortled. ‘Hell, Brianna is probably humping that urinal you and Miss Lawless engaged as a; prop earlier this evening.' ‘You are just a cornucopia of horrific knowledge, aren't you?' I groused. ‘I've never had a friend like you,' Pamela enlightened me. ‘You've never had a friend before,' I countered. I hadn't known her a week and I already wanted to kill her half the time as it was. I wondered if women felt the same way about me on occasion. ‘That would definitely make you my finest friend then,' she snickered. ‘Thanks,' I grumbled. ‘Just for that, when I have Daphne bent over with her head and shoulders pressed against the wall while I slam her from behind with all this pent up rage, I'll be thinking of you.' ‘Really?' she queried. ‘Of course not. Daphne is smoking hot. When I finally have sex with her, the only thing I'll be thinking about besides Daphne is how I'm going to have sex with her again,' I grinned. ‘Good,' she smiled happily. Yes, we were talking about me boinking her granddaughter and she was A-Okay with it. ‘Remember, there is no need to use a condom.' ‘I'm not falling for that, you evil witch

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Cáel and the Manhattan Amazons: Part 17

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Play Episode Listen Later Nov 17, 2024


Emergency Council Makes Bold Move.. In 25 parts, edited from the works of FinalStand. Listen and subscribe to the ► Podcast at Connected.. “You may outrun your sins, but never forget that someone will pay the toll.”  I biked home, brushing a city bus and a BMW getting there. On the landing between the second and third floors I found an Amazon with baleful eyes; waiting. In front of my door was her psychic twin. ‘Can I get you and/or your cohort anything?' I politely inquired. Yesterday; the cold shoulder. ‘Thank you for the consideration. We will wait until our itinerary is clarified,' she nodded. I went in, catching the abrupt cut off of some 'O' talk. 'O', as in Odette and Oneida. They were on the sofa, half-turned to face each other when I walked in. Oneida stood and gave the standard Amazon respectful nod. ‘Oneida was all screwed up inside about last night in the Park, so I was explaining some of the basic tenants of BDSM to her,' Odette blithely blathered. ‘BDSM? What do you know about BDSM? I barely know about it and I've been having non-stop sex for years,' I exclaimed. ‘Cáel of Ishara, did you do those things to Rhada in an effort to fulfill her dreams?' Oneida desperately pleaded. Worse, it was spoken in English. ‘I can't talk about it,' I replied. ‘That is 'Cáel' for 'yes',' Odette intruded. ‘I began reading up on BDSM after you got the suspension rig,' was her saucy response to me. ‘Would you ever do that to me?' Oneida gave me those big doe-eyes as she sat down. No, she didn't want a rape fantasy. That kind of submission wasn't her thing. I paced around, stomped into the kitchen then back to the living room. ‘No Oneida, I would never do something like that to you,' I promised. ‘I like having sex; a whole bunch. I like the women I'm with to have a great time too.' ‘That means I figure out what really excites her and provide it because I normally want to have sex with that girl again,' I explained, neglecting the 'and again and again and again.' ‘Is it over between you two?' Oneida asked. She meant Rhada and me. ‘Oneida, did I ask you to come over today?' I countered. ‘Have I upset you?' Oneida's lower lip trembled. 'Yes' would make things so much easier. ‘No,' I lied. ‘Let's look at this from another angle. How would you feel if Paula showed up at your domicile unannounced? You walked in and there she was.' ‘Oh,' she stood up again. ‘I apologize.' At this moment, saying nothing meant she'd leave. I'm an idiot. ‘Do you want to stay for dinner?' I offered. It took a few seconds for Oneida to forgive herself enough to accept my suggestion. Me raping Rhada less than 24 hours ago? We'd deal with that later, or so she promised herself. ‘Okay; if it is not too much trouble,' Oneida nodded. In came the doom and gloom duo and we ordered some over-sized sandwiches from an Italian Deli two blocks away. After the two walked through my place (again, I was sure) and the food arrived, the bodyguards relaxed into a close proximity of human beings. The freakishness continued as Odette bonded with the Amazon killers with tales of my sexual exploits. At the same time, I romanced Oneida in half a dozen languages. Storming those gates was going to take more time than I normally gave a single sexual encounter. Oneida kissed me. She loved kissing me. She was ecstatic about kissing me. She made it real clear there would be not petting; yet. Penetration wasn't even on the (her) agenda. This didn't meant I was accepting her marching orders. I was far craftier than that. My plan was one of 'setting an example'. I stood up; we were sitting on the bench press seat, shot Odette a sexy look then went to the kitchenette. We got something; whatever it was wasn't important. The crucial activity was my surrounding Odette in my arms from behind. I kissed her neck, Odette wiggled her ass against my crotch and murmured happily. More kissing along the neck, ear and jawline ensued. Odette exhaled a happy breath, and twisted around in my grasp until we were face to face. An exhaustive French kiss finishing up with a few light pecks and led to us rubbing noses like Inuit. ‘Thanks buddy,' I smiled warmly at Odette. ‘She blue-balling ya?' Odette snickered. ‘Big time,' I muttered. Odette squiggled down my body then bit both my nipples through my shirt making me gasp. ‘That should do nicely,' Odette's eyes were alight and she was super-pleased with herself. She smacked my ass then returned to the living room. I returned to Oneida. After a few seconds, ‘Does it disturb you to be treated like that?' Oneida murmured. ‘Like what?' I sounded so innocent. Trust me; this is a crucial relationship tool. ‘Like; like we would treat one of our males,' she looked for my reaction. I laughed. ‘The critical difference is that I can say 'no',' I smiled. ‘Oneida, do you think the original Ash Men spent every moment not in battle, contemplating their place in the Universe?' Clearly, she had. ‘Believe me, men hunted, worked their crafts and chased female Amazons when they weren't eating, or sleeping.' ‘Warfare is an emotional undertaking,' I had read that somewhere. ‘You can believe that with the battle safely won, your ancestors and my ancestors fooled around. They sang songs, wrote poetry, and created artwork for the ladies they courted. They wanted the attention of the strongest, bravest and most courageous mates, just like your ancestors did.' ‘I think I do know something about the Ash Men you don't,' I prodded her. ‘What? I have studied them for many years,' Oneida was now more engaged. ‘What can you tell me about Vranus?' I asked. That stumped her. ‘I; nothing is written of his exploits,' Oneida admitted. ‘We know he was a young warrior for Ishara.' ‘Think about this, Oneida; Vranus was only twenty yet a member of the Host,' I started. She nodded. ‘He is shown with twin axes; no shield and no bow. That means he had to be very brave, rushing through the initial exchange of arrow fire and thrown spears to attack his enemy. His House probably directed him to large clumps of opponents, breaking their formations for the Host to exploit.' ‘That means he fought alone for several seconds until his accompanying Amazons could pick apart his foe,' I explained. ‘That must have been horrible,' Oneida frowned. ‘Not at all,' I protested. ‘He was trusted with a crucial task; to hold the enemy's focus so the faster moving Amazons could attack their foe from multiple directions at once.' ‘The Amazons of House Ishara must have been very proud of him,' I fluffed out the fantasy. ‘From what you saw from my two exhibition with twin axes, it is very tiring. Vranus had to have absolute confidence his sisters were coming for him. They trusted one another, thus fighting as one organic unit. It was a synergy that included the best of both genders.' That last bit confused her. ‘Back then, most of the Host would have been of the same genetic stock from the time of the First Betrayal. Short and fast. The males of the region they took over were taller; the local men being even taller than the local women. That means you give men heavier and longer weapons. Your people would have favored bows, light shields and short spears; ranged, or quick in and out tools.' Was any of that true? Not a history major, so I have no clue. ‘Many of the Host at the time rode horses yet there are also pictures of them forming battle lines,' Oneida enlightened me then her own eyes expanded. ‘Males are always shown with solid round shields while the Host; women had the oval wicker shields.' ‘Lacking stirrups, the Amazons may have used the men to grapple with the enemy then rode their horses around the flanks, dismounted and engaged their opponents from the rear; Amazon style,' I grinned. It was. Amazons were all about out-maneuvering and confounding their foes. The Amazons hadn't been callous with their males' lives. At one time, chosen females had held the center line. Over time, as males joined, it was practical to adapt the solid wooden shields of their opponents for their own males and put them in the place where their upper body strength and size were of best effect. The unknown older male with Vranus had probably held his place in the battle line dozens of times. I doubt he complained, or even thought to complain. Who would have taken his place? A smaller sister, aunt, or daughter? Had other males objected? Sure, the battle line in Amazon tactics was not the place of glory. The striking arm were the horse-riders. Countless times adversaries had spent the last minutes of their lives with the echoes of horses, hooves and female Amazon war cries seemingly all around them. Some wise old dead fucker once said 'defeat starts in the mind'. I wholeheartedly believed in that; except my version was 'having sex with me starts with my insidious nature'. ‘Defeat starts in the mind,' I stared intently into Oneida's eyes. Love poetry is a matter of emotional context, not actual words. I pulled Oneida to me, letting her straddle my lap because I desperately wanted her to understand my tortured soul. Grinding her vulva against my hard-on was totally accidental, as was our renewed French kiss and me grabbing two handfuls of her ass. There was no rushing of things. Oneida was a skittish mare and I had to keep her feeling safe despite her sexual peril. Any woman who bothers to get to know me knows I am not a complicated guy. Case in point: by the time Oneida was feeding me her left nipple, Odette already had the security types sweep my bedroom (again) then the three retreated to Timothy's room and shut the door. Were Oneida's guardians worried about Oneida's carnal violation? No, why would they? Amazons had dick on demand. Virginity didn't hold any religious significance for them; killing things did. With the speed and efficiency those other two Amazons made themselves scarce, I imagined they were happy that Oneida had stopped mooning over me and getting a good grip on reality. A righteous dicking was in the offing. Oneida's open eyed, opened-mouth countenance when she found herself naked on my bed with a naked me hovering over her was precious. That look always was. It did necessitate a question. ‘Are you sure you want to do this?' I whispered. My aroused cock brushed along her thigh. The question was a courtesy. The answer was always the same because girls want to have sex. They also want to believe they have a say in the process from beginning to end. I say 'believe' because sex done right is passion and passion is the rejection of reason. At some point in the seduction, intercourse becomes an avalanche. Logic can scream all it wants; the hormones are not listening. I slipped into Oneida's velvety liquid embrace. She gave up a sigh of relief. She'd made the jump into intimacy. Any other explanation for what was going to happen would have implicated me as a 'Player'; which everyone else thought I was. Oneida had this romantic ideal of me that no amount of evidence appeared to shatter. Personally, I was starting to dread ever going to her bedroom. I wasn't sure of her 'My Little Pony' comforter would be a turn-off for me. I had done in it on Pocahontas and The Little Mermaid, so odds were I'd pull through in the clinch. ‘I am not hurting you, am I?' I moaned. Said for emotional impact alone. If I was causing a girl pain, I would have stopped first. ‘No,' happy murmuring, ‘I'm wonderful.' The most powerful organ human's possess is the brain. Oneida was a 'talker'. She wanted to express her feelings during intercourse; not give to directions, but as an effort to increase her participation in the sex act itself. Slow, steady strokes followed, withdrawing my glans half way along her labia, moved up and down slightly then gradually pushed back in. Every entry held something new for her. I added to the process by tilting her thigh and leg forward so that my next penetration tantalized a whole new series of trigger points in her cunny. On the next pass, Oneida began her own experimentations, twisting and adjusting the angle of her hips as I worked my rod in and out. Oneida began crying. I wasn't upset and that didn't make me a callous bastard. She was shedding tears of joy and regret; joy because her first climax was in the offing; regret because she wish she had done this with me sooner. She had been a Havenstone employee so we hadn't done the deed. We still had to keep our liaison secret. Why? I'd think of something. The real reason was pure politics. I never knew what wacky dame hated another wacky dame for reasons I couldn't even get into, but I knew it would curtail my dating opportunities. I'd pay the price of deception later. What I couldn't take was being denied sex without having done anything wrong first. ‘Am I making you happy?' Oneida gasped. No flippancy here; romance was the key. ‘You demand things from me few other women do,' I replied breathlessly. I wasn't going to lie to her. Prettying up the truth was good enough and it made her happy. I also got something new; to her, not to me. She orgasmed. Whatever she'd been satisfied with before, I obliterated in a few quick, decisive strokes. Oh God; did she go off! It has happened to me before; the door being kicked in; just not in mid-orgasm. Guns being pointed at yours truly while the girl was in mid-scream was new. And Oneida was still carrying on and on. ‘I was trying to tell you!' Odette was screaming. ‘He does that to us all the time; please don't shoot him.' The whole 'girl screaming at me in Old Kingdom Hittite' was also new. My mentor preferred Minoan. ‘I have come back from Death,' Oneida rasped. Her skin was flushed deep red from her exertion, she had bathed us both in sweat and she was coming up with any form of vocalization from Goddess-knows where she had screamed for so long. She looked at me with love in her eyes; damn it. She looked and looked and looked and; finally noticed the two women at the foot of the bed. ‘Is; some; thing; wrong?' Oneida panted while gazing at her two guardians with worry.  ‘You may outrun your sins, but never forget that someone will pay the toll.' There was someone pounding on my apartment door. ‘Neighbor; door; I'm on it,' Odette called out. Seconds later the deadbolts clicked and the door opened. ‘Hello, Mr. Finnes.' ‘You God-damn Whore!' he screamed. ‘Where is that homo and his butt-buddy? The cops are on their way and this time you are all in the street.' He had a good head of steam on tonight. Slayer of Testicles #1 looked at Slayer of Testicles #2, nodded and left. ‘Who is this bitch,' Finnes got out. It was so wrong that I recognized the next sound. It was the barrel of a gun being inserted into a person's mouth. ‘Listen and listen carefully,' SoT#1 spoke softly. ‘You are going back to your hovel. If I get word, or even a bad premonition, that you are causing this apartment a hint of worry, I am going to come back and end you in a fashion the New York City's Coroner's Office will find memorable.' ‘I do not care if you have to puncture both eardrums to drown out the noise. I am not a compassionate person. In fact, I am considered sadistic by those who know me well. Now go back home, tell the police who show up this was all a mistake and give a prayer of thanks to whatever deity you grovel before that I didn't simply ram my firearm up your anus and decorate the ceiling in what passes for brains in your pathetic bone-sack of a body,' she menaced. There was a choking/gagging noise then the sound of heaving. ‘Mr. Finnes; are you okay?' Odette worried. As a wonderful counter-point. ‘Have you given me your seed?' Oneida asked hopefully. I was still hard. It had only been ten minutes of sex after all. I gently rocked my penis deeper in. ‘Oh,' she happily babbled. ‘Again?' SoT#2 questioned. I made a few more penetration cycles instead of speaking. ‘Do they train you in some sort of Sex Academy for this? Are there more males out there like you?' ‘Is having a viewing gallery a real damper on the mood?' I asked her while looking into Oneida's eyes. I was actually proud of Oneida for not sending the other woman away. It showed me she respected the woman's job. I also heard the apartment door shut. ‘Wow, your threat was nice and spooky,' Odette snickered. ‘Threat? Child, what do you think I do for a living?' SoT#1 asked. ‘You are one of those wacko, psycho-chicks Cáel Nyilas works with,' Odette was undoubtedly smiling. ‘Correct, I am one of those wacko, psycho-chicks;' SoT#1 left that hanging out there. ‘You weren't playing with Mr. Finnes, were you?' Odette grew quiet. Pause. ‘There is really a job which allows you to do that kind of stuff?' Pause. ‘Can I apply?' ‘This is not something you apply;' SoT#1 began, but then, ‘I guess if Cáel wants to; ‘ ‘Cool,' Odette was truly irrepressible. ‘If he does that, there will definitely be consequences and repercussions,' SoT#1 cautioned. ‘Oh, I think I had better stick with being his fuck-buddy,' Odette conceded. ‘Wise choice,' SoT#1 agreed. My bedroom door shut. SoT#2 had slipped out. Do you often have sex with an audience?' I teased Oneida. ‘Yes,' she answered matter-of-factly, ‘I do. Don't you?' ‘Now that you mention it;' and I got back to the pleasure that encompasses so much of my life. Sunday Night. ‘Cáel,' a voice purred over my phone. ‘Hey Nicole,' I greeted my lawyer not-quite a hook-up anymore. Also, unless you are Sure you know the female caller, don't take a gamble with the name. ‘So, do you have something going on tonight?' she queried. ‘Nope. My normal engagement had to cancel so I'm sitting back with some friends who do not appreciate the depth of my depravity,' I sighed. ‘Canceled?' She laughed. ‘On you? Have your recovered from the shock?' ‘Actually, they had a death in the family and had to go to South Carolina,' I explained. ‘Oh; sorry,' Nicole apologized. ‘Well, if you are feeling lonely and neglected, you could come by work and do me a favor.' ‘I am feeling neither lonely, nor neglected, but I am certainly missing you right now. Give me a half hour and I'll be there,' I promised. She thanked me and hung up. ‘Who is it this time?' Odette snickered. Man, I was becoming so used to her hanging around. ‘Nicole the lawyer,' I replied. I trekked back to my bedroom to prep. I opted for the 'Bad Boy' look; worn jeans, high-top tennis shoes (equally worn), my Plant Smashers t-shirt (Quebecois ska band; yes, I will road-trip to another country for sex) and my Bolingbrook bomber jacket. Yes, I was going to an Ivy League Law firm dressed like a carjacker. Every other male was going to be dressed in finely-tailored silk and I had to stand out. Since I couldn't outspend them, I was going to make them look like effete pussies by dressing like I just didn't care what anyone thought. I was coming over to screw Nicole and there would be no doubt about it. ‘Isn't that chick rich?' Timothy teased me. ‘Yeah. I'm packing the glow in the dark Trojans tonight; cause she's special,' I grinned. ‘Oh! I love those,' Odette squealed. She really needed to trust me less. I walked over, cupped her ears with my hand then kissed her on the forehead. I did the same to Timothy. His look suggested that I had best make a hasty exit before he kicked my ass. I caught a taxi a block away. It turned out he was from Qatar and he asked if I was sure about the address I gave him. I grinned then told him I could outrun 95% of the yPD so was feeling good about my chances. He snorted, countering with 'If you were an Arab, they'd shoot you.' Not to be outdone, 'I'd claim to be a Syrian anti-government protester; you know, because we all look alike to these Caucasians'. We laughed for a bit then he said he had a younger sister back in the homeland. I insisted I was immoral; a wicked man. 'Was I religious?' 'Only when it suited my purposes.' 'Would I consider converting to Sunni Islam?' 'Only if the girl was cute enough.' He showed me her picture; dammit, she had a really beautiful face. I got her name, his name and the name of his mosque. I considered it. Yahweh, Christ, Bacchus (wine, an orgy and 'bull' testicles; long story) and Jehovah all had reasons to barbeque my ass already. Why not add Allah to the mix, besides it being an incredibly stupid thing to do for a man in constant mortal peril like me? In theory, three of the four definitely had the possibility to be the same Omniscient and Omnipotent Galactic Being so the odds were I wouldn't get too much more screwed. I finished up my journey imagining Buffy in a burqa. That evolved into a vision of me being force-fed a burqa; in private; where no one could hear my muffled cries for help. Buffy; murdering me; made me horny. I am a sick puppy. ‘Buffy,' I called her as I paid the cabbie. ‘What; huh; are you okay, Cáel?' Buffy muttered. ‘Yes, I'm fine. I was dreaming of you and decided to give you a call,' I related in a sleepy voice. ‘Oh;' she sounded affectionate. ‘Yeah. In the dream you were murdering me. It was so romantic; so you,' I related. ‘Shit-for-brains, do you have any idea what time it is?' Buffy turned all savage in an instant. ‘Hmm; 11:45?' I offered up. ‘Call me this late again when it is not an emergency and your dream will become a reality,' she growled. ‘You know you sound so;' and she hung up on me. I called Nicole and warned her I was at her building, pursued by two FDIC investigators and could she please come and rescue me. She snickered, came down and retrieved me, but not before the yPD stopped by for a casual conversation and I hadn't even been standing there two minutes. In my neighborhood you were lucky if you saw a patrol car every thirty minutes and short of offering them some crack cocaine, cheap nookie, or shooting a gun off, they never stopped. Was I my normally fuck-wad self? No. I told the man/woman team the truth. Some upper crust weenies I worked with dragged me off to Yuppie Hell. I hooked up with a lawyer who I screwed repeatedly in the Women's bathroom and she was calling me for round 2. Second question (the first one was name/ID/reason for being in this part of town dressed like I was)? Was she paying me? 'No'. Was I practicing safe sex (female cop; married even)? 'Yes'. Was she the red-head at the door behind me? 'Yes she was and goodnight.' ‘What are you dressed like that for?' Nicole smiled. In her mind she already knew the answer; I had come here to screw her; raw and primal. ‘Ballroom dancing was not on the itinerary you gave me,' I smiled. We went inside. ‘My co-workers are still here,' she hinted seductively. ‘Whoa now!' I protested humorously. ‘I am not here to pull a train; girls only.' Nicole nearly fell over laughing. She was so embarrassed by me and my attire, she dragged me straight to the conference room 'her' team was working out of. Everyone else was eating. Two of the lawyers were clearly the top dogs; a man and a woman. The woman had a vague resemblance to one of the portraits I'd seen coming in; a legacy. The man screamed 'serial killer'. It probably made him one hell of a lawyer, but spooky to live with, or work for. The other nine people in the room were in two groups. Two were obviously paralegals. They dressed in what must have started out as clean, starched clothing from off the rack as opposed to tailored. The other seven were lawyers in their own dual set-up. My amateur guess was two different branches of law. This group was dressed in fine clothes now wrinkled from a long day's work, plus it was a Sunday. They were not at their best yet they were still better than most of what I had. The most endearing part was how they looked at me. Even the female contingent thought that I was trash. I had certainly given them the opportunity. Seriously, they should have paid more attention to Nicole, her intelligence, competence and tastes. Come on now; there was no way she'd bring some grease-monkey from Flatbush to her workplace. They needed to engage their brains and not their social bias. A murmur slithered through the crowd. Amusement and condescension were the clear messages shot my way. I imagine the poor soul who delivered the food got less crap because he/she was providing a tangible service. ‘Nicole, who is this?' the woman asked. Sex. Outside of her being a soulless cancer on the hopes and dreams of mankind, she was an alluring forty-something. ‘This is my friend Cáel;' Nicole began, both her arms wrapped around my right arm. ‘Cáel Belafonte,' I interrupted. You could tell who the trial lawyers in the room were. Their expressions told me they knew I was lying. ‘Fascinating Mr. Belafonte,' Mr. Serial-Killer droned on. ‘What do you do?' ‘I am an Ichthyologist,' I met his gaze. ‘I'm involved in a twenty year study to determine the cause for the reduction in the size of Tuna fish scales.' That had them stumped. ‘That sounds like yet another great waste of government funds,' a young male lawyer with more bravado than combat-sex experience fired off. ‘Oh,' I shrugged. ‘Smaller scales, smaller full-sized Tuna, a spike in tuna prices and an eventual world-wide restriction on Tuna fishing, similar to the one currently covering virtually all whale species. Now, I doubt you know which people will decide who the recipient of those lucrative Tuna contracts will be, but I do. By all means; mock what you don't understand.' ‘Government research project results will be in the public domain,' a woman joined the struggle. ‘Yes; and?' I asked in a bland tone. ‘Your research will be available to all kinds of commercial concerns,' male asshat grinned. ‘Your ability to show that you are as smart as any pre-law student must make someone, somewhere very proud,' I grinned back. Confused looks. Nicole was struggling to keep it together. ‘He never said he was in any manner part of the government, or a government program, Mr. Cherrie,' the female lead barracuda gave me her own hungry look. The guy looked pissed. ‘Oh, Mr. Belafonte, are you a private researcher, or a government one?' she female junior lawyer asked. ‘Heather Pulaski,' she gave her name. ‘Call me Cáel, Heather, and I am in no way associated with any government, I barely know what an Ichthyologist is and I'm certainly not one. Rude, arrogant people annoy me when they treat my friends like they are stupid; especially when they should know better. I can rarely stop myself from ridiculing them,' I grinned. ‘And now you think you are better than everyone else in the room for tricking us with this juvenile prank,' the Serial Killer sounded bored. ‘No. The lives of strangers are not my concern,' I bantered back. ‘I did what I did to make Nicole smile. If my antics remind the rest of you what a hotshot lawyer she is so much the better.' ‘Mr. and Mrs. Dyoung, Cáel, Cáel Nyilas, is a joker. He's is also brilliant and just joined Havenstone Commercial Investments in their Executive Services Division,' Nicole bragged. She got points for the 'Executive Services' part. More smirks; some people never learn. ‘Havenstone doesn't employ too many men, does it?' Mrs. Dyoung said. Maybe she was looking for a Discrimination lawsuit. ‘Five men to be precise and two of us are out of the country,' I enlightened her. ‘So you are brilliant,' Mr. Dyoung seemed barely engaged; and was Mrs. Dyoung's Mr. Dyoung. ‘What are your insights on DNA ownership, Cáel?' ‘DNA ownership is a fallacy,' I stated. ‘People are not pigs, soybeans, or corn. You cannot create a financial liability for your offspring because that amounts to slavery and is forbidden by the 14th Amendment to the Constitution. DNA is a person; their blueprint. Only the person owns it and they can't even sell it outright.' ‘That is hopelessly naive,' he snorted. ‘Not really. If you apply an accepted price tag to every human being on Earth, the anarchy will begin. Crimes like murder, torture and mutilation are based on the concept that human life has an unspecified value. Give something a value and you can trade in it.' ‘Murder somebody? How much was their DNA worth?' I postulated. ‘I pay the cost, or somebody pays it for me. You are calling me naïve? I'm not murdering somebody. I'm repossessing their DNA. Mr. Dyoung, I'm not a lawyer, so I am not approaching this from a limited field of vision like you are. I live in the World.' ‘Oddly enough, I've had some recent encounters with real slavery and that has convinced me that I'll go down standing up, thank you very much,' I grinned. ‘In case that was misconstrued; my DNA is mine, no legal precedent will change that and I'm more than willing to put bodies in the ground to keep it so.' ‘You sound like an anarchist,' Mr. Cherrie chimed in. ‘Nope. I'm independent-minded. There is a difference,' I indicated. ‘Just like you, anarchists don't want to let me be me either.' ‘Laws exist for a reason,' Nicole chastised me. What she was really saying was 'you are here for a reason and it isn't entertaining my co-workers'. ‘This is the point where the smart man goes 'yes ma'am, they do',' I nodded to her. ‘Your young man is not stupid,' Mrs. Dyoung chuckled. ‘This young man knows what happens if he behaves,' Nicole bowed to her superior; her boss, not me. ‘Oh goodie,' I rubbed my hands together. ‘Are we about to do some file-sharing?' ‘Something like that,' Nicole laughed and off we went. All I could imagine was that Nicole had to be God's Own lawyer at this firm to get away with the crap we'd just pulled. Honestly, I had other things on my mind. We coasted into her office, with her name etched on the glass door; with the glass walls and floor to ceiling glass windows. Just because, I picked up a water-smoothed stone on her desk; glass houses and all. ‘That is from the Canadian Shield; some of the oldest rocks on Earth,' she told me. ‘You are also going to have one of the most painful hard substance on Earth in your office if we don't do something soon,' I teased. ‘Where do you want to start?' she leaned against her desk. Her office was small, but it was her own. Considering her age, it was another 'she rocks' indicator. ‘Your lips,' I murmured. Nicole liked that. She pushed off the desk enough so our lips could lock. It was very nice. ‘The other lips,' I teased her. She liked that idea even more. Her black, mid-thigh skirt came up, I knelt and decided her scarlet thong was more than skimpy enough for me to work around. I let my hands run along her calves. Nicole hummed out her acclaim and was even happier when I began lifting both legs up. Before long, she was laying on her back, her legs were raised high and spread wide. Nice and easy was replaced by rapidly energetic and fiendishly cunning. Nicole was fighting back the tidal surge of her ecstasy. ‘What are you holding back for?' I slurped around my tongue-lashing. We weren't in a bathroom stall this time. Nicole tilted her head up, gave me a simmer glance then embraced her orgasm. ‘Damn!' she screamed followed by a dozen slightly less vocal 'damns'. I gave her just enough time for me to shed my pants, roll down a prophylactic then I mounted. Had there been any doubt of our forceful ardor, my heroic efforts and Nicole's dynamism shattered them. Half of the lawyers I'd briefly met stopped by and peeked through the glass. I didn't care and Nicole reveled in 'bending the minds' of the onlookers. After a while, her office was not enough. That sofa in the executive reception area? I bent her over the art deco beast and pummeled it, half way across the room. The bathroom? To be gender-equal, we screwed around in the Men's room this time. Nicole and I revisited her erotic fantasy of being bent over in the toilet, sodomized, then completing the act with dispensing of the condom and a glorious blowjob. Our last encounter involved a men's standing urinal, Nicole's legs wrapped around my waist as I gyrated. ‘Oh my God!' she yelped. ‘I've got it. Put me down.' I put her down because the reason I was here was to crack the mental block she had found herself in. Me? I'd come for the sex and Nicole delivered in spades. She had upheld her side of our bargain. Now that I'd reciprocated, it was time for 'hook-up' Nicole to become 'lawyer' Nicole. She made herself somewhat presentable and quick-stepped in back to the conference room. I secured my cock and pants before following. Nicole was babbling in an eldritch dark-tongue similar to Lady Sauron relaying doom to her pack of Nazgûl. They responded with various other arcane invocations until their agreement confirmed that millions of voices had cried out in terror then been suddenly silenced. In my universe, female devotees of Evil were all black leather-clad gorgeous sex kittens who used their dark arts to increase galactic lecherousness. ‘Time to show you out,' Nicole gave me a sultry smirk. ‘Come on.' Arm in arm, we traveled closely to the elevators. ‘Hold the door,' a female voice commanded right as the doors began to shut on the two of us. Nicole put a hand out to keep us from a few more second of alone time. A Caucasian women with short brown hair and a fierce scowl entered first. An imperious damsel came in next. My heart stopped in shock while I barely registered on her radar. A dusky man, nearly my height came in last of all. The doors shut and down we went. I was spending too much time watching the woman and her two bodyguards as we all headed to the door and not enough with Nicole. ‘Don't even think about it, Cáel,' Nicole teased. ‘That's Miss Brianna O'Shea, she leads our client's team and she's totally off limits.' O'Shea pulled a 'Katrina' the moment after Nicole used my name. She spun in place so that she was now facing Nicole and me. ‘What was your name?' she asked with sugary smoothness I associated with Bolivian tourism officials; the nice ones. You know, the ones that thought using a truck battery attached to the jumper cables and your testicles was too much because a car battery would do. ‘Percival Fenris, ma'am,' I introduced myself. ‘I'm a product engineer for Cyberdyne Systems. My team is creating a process that uses constantly recycling colored sugar dust as a medium that will replace current LCD technology. We are calling it Pixie TV.' Nicole was giggling. I was feeling less giggly, mainly because I was staring at my Mother. Not my Mother-mother; the woman who gave birth to me and who had been eaten alive by cancer. No, this was my Mother the way she looked when she was twenty-five and in excellent health. ‘Miss O'Shea, this is Cáel Nyilas. He is a good friend of mine,' Nicole cut through my obfuscation. O'Shea took several steps toward us, away from the exit. Her guardians kept up and were ratcheting up their vigilance. ‘Interesting eyes,' she noted. ‘What is your heritage?' Rude and scary. Even Nicole knew something was incredibly wrong. ‘Cáel, you two have the same eyes,' Nicole mumbled. ‘I was thinking the same thing, Miss Lawless,' Brianna said. Huh? ‘You are a lawyer named Lawless?' I gawked at Nicole. ‘How did that happen?' Why had that not registered when I went to Nicole's office? Oh yeah, her leading me in, eyes pleading for sex. ‘That is not relevant, Mr. Nyilas,' O'Shea kept coming. ‘What do you mean 'not relevant'? Are you saying you'd hire a male escort named Quick-fire Small-Penis?' I wondered. ‘If so, you are a more trusting soul than I.' ‘Why are you avoiding my question?' Brianna queried. ‘Why are you asking questions I clearly don't want to answer?' I retorted. ‘Cáel, please don't antagonize my client's representative,' Nicole was playful yet concerned. ‘No problem Nicole Lawless, Attorney at Law,' I grinned to her. I gave her a secretive ass squeeze then made to leave. Miraculously, Brianna let me slip by. The deceptiveness of that kindness was revealed when I stepped outside and found the limo; with another bodyguard standing beside the front passenger door. O'Shea/Mom's double was hot on my heels. As I turned and headed up the street, she grabbed my right arm. ‘Why don't we go out for a late bite to eat,' she stated. I wasn't being invited. I was being told. ‘No can do,' I shrugged off her hand. ‘I promised my Father to leave a recognizable corpse.' ‘What makes you think I have sinister intentions?' she questioned. There was a lot of that going around; not answering stuff, that is. ‘Why do you assume you aren't giving off the same bad vibe as a half-dozen 18th Street gangbangers on a Meth binge?' I teased. Brianna made a hand signal and the three bruisers put their hands on their guns. The closest to me moved around me to block off that escape route. To be correct, the guy at the car door was African-American, around my height with maybe 10 kg on me. The two guarding O'Shea were a guy of Moorish decent and a woman of the English Midlands. I knew this because I was afraid and making shit up. ‘Was I supposed to be impressed with the quiet appeal of desperation you exhibited by playing patty-cake with yourself,' I kept smiling. ‘Or are these three supposed to scare me?' I chuckled. ‘Here; in downtown Manhattan; one of the few places on the planet Earth trying to rival London in video surveillance.' ‘Video evidence can be altered,' Brianna gave me a wicked gleam. ‘Was that supposed to be your Evil Henchwoman voice?' I kept snickering. ‘If so, get a refund from that mail-order firm you took lessons from,' I grinned. ‘You appear to be rather fearless, and obstinate,' O'Shea nodded. ‘Foolishly so.' ‘Lady, I'm staring into the face of my dead Mother who is trying to get me into a limo with three goombahs who think they are intimidating. They are not,' I pointed out. ‘This whole weekend has been a disaster, so me beating the crap out of those three, you and the driver isn't going to change a damn thing,' I enlightened them. The Moorish guy extended a collapsible cane. ‘You seem very confident,' she informed me. ‘Of course I am,' I stated. ‘You haven't spotted my bodyguard yet, meaning all of you are truly screwed.' ‘Why would you have a bodyguard?' she inquired. ‘Why would you want to know?' I countered. ‘Do you practice being irritating, or is an innate talent?' Brianna regarded me. ‘We can do this 'answering a question with a question' thing all night long, except I have to be at work at six a.m. so how about you tell me what you really want to know and tell me why you look like; screw that; are my Mother's clone,' I sighed. ‘Tell me about your genetic heritage,' O'Shea demanded. She was that kind of authoritative prick; actual penis not required. ‘I apologize. I don't seem to have a handle your native vocabulary and your English-as-a-Second Language skills suck,' I sneered. ‘I should go home now.' Moorish guy blocked my egress. English chick was on my right flank, back to the limo and the street. The most pressing issue was a matter of privilege; O'Shea's people thought they'd get away with breaking the law. The moment the Moor popped out is baton, it was 'on'. A baton is a weapon plus O'Shea and her bodyguard were blocking my exit. I was legally free to attack him now. Normally I was lawfully compelled to exit the scene as opposed to engaging in violence. Since I couldn't run away, I was allowed to kick his ass; and O'Shea and company didn't give a crap. I worked five-plus days a week with people like that. The wavy-red haired, emerald green-eyed O'Shea wasn't the daughter of some Mafioso, or Nigerian Warlord. I didn't know what she was, but she was the many opposites of good news. ‘I imagine you think I didn't notice that Taser,' I addressed the Englishwoman while getting in the Moor's face. ‘That is an unfortunate miscalculation on your part.' ‘See, your dumbass partner, with his wonderful 80 cm tool, has let me get inside his reach. Before he can bring it to bear, I'm going to crush it trachea,' I outlined. ‘Now I have his tool and the whole reach thing is working in reverse. You have a hand-held device with a 10 cm reach and I have one that is 80 cm and the distance to make effective use of it.' ‘Don't worry about the guy at the door. By the time I face you, my bodyguard will lethally wound Miss O'Shea there. In case you missed it, now you are all screwed because your job is to guard her, not suppress me; and you all just failed,' I kept the Moor's eye contact. ‘While this horror crosses your mind, I'll break your hand.' ‘Your buddy isn't coming to help you. He's running to Miss O'Shea because he's supposed to keep her alive and that takes all his time and concentration. You poor driver will get out and, not yet having his situational awareness, my bodyguard will neutralize him. About the same time, I will crack your skull open. This allows me to decide whether, or not to kill Miss O'Shea,' I concluded. All of that was an utter and complete fantasy. Collapsible batons; I'd seen them in a few movies. Tasers? I have been tazed and never, ever want to repeat the process; three separate incidences was enough for me. Did I have a bodyguard close by? I had not asked for one and Havenstone had the sad habit of not telling me a damn thing that concerned my personal survival. On the plus side, I could be a compelling actor, or successful conman. I'm not an actor by the grace of two little words; sex scandal. If I sleep with a girl I want it to be because I've tricked and deceived her, not because she wants to tape us then sell it to the media. That would make me feel degraded; cheapened even. I'm not a conman because they use seduction to get what they want. For me, the seduction IS what I want. Steal their money? That would imply I would never, ever be able to sleep with them again. I couldn't do that and remain true to myself. To prove my point, the Moor looked past me to O'Shea for instructions. I punched him in his Solar Plexus and took his toy as I shoved his breathless form to the sidewalk. The Englishwoman expected me to attack her, just like I'd told her I would. It took her a second to realize I'd played her. By then it was too late. I could flee up the street if I wanted. ‘You attacked my man,' O'Shea noted casually. ‘Well, your ears are dicey, but your eyes are spot-on,' I snorted. ‘Shoot him,' O'Shea was decided to wrap this up. I was ceasing to be amusing. ‘In the legs.' Out came the guns and down went my likelihood of getting out of this intact. Pamela walked out of the building we'd exited a minute ago. She was wearing tight black stretch pants, a red turtleneck and a short beige jacket. ‘Protocols,' Pamela invoked in a bored voice. ‘Define,' O'Shea demanded. ‘Cáel,' Pamela kept her gaze on O'Shea, ‘who do you work for?' ‘Havenstone,' I answered. O'Shea looked from Pamela to me. ‘This does not protect a simple employee,' O'Shea stated. ‘I am invoking the Protocols. This does not require me to explain things to you,' Pamela was cool and relaxed. ‘By all means, if you feel I am abusing the Truce, kick it upstairs and it will be adjudicated.' ‘What is your name?' Brianna O'Shea requested of Pamela. ‘Cáel Nyilas. That is all you need to know,' Pamela smirked. ‘That is not possible,' Brianna gained her own barracuda grin. ‘He is Illuminati business. Look at his eyes.' Pamela laughed. The WHO? Weren't they some kind of Freemasons? ‘He walks away right now unless you explain yourself. He is at Havenstone. Whatever relationship he possessed with the Illuminati ceased when he was hired,' Pamela informed her. ‘Cáel Nyilas, tell me about your Mother,' Brianna commanded. ‘No,' I shrugged. ‘It is a simple enough question,' Miss O'Shea persisted. ‘And it is simply none of your business,' I held my ground. ‘I am her sister,' O'Shea declared. Pamela snorted but otherwise kept silent. ‘Ugh; that was not what I wanted to hear,' I groaned. Pamela snickered. She knew where my mind was. ‘Why should I believe you?' ‘You had your genetic sequence analyzed Thursday, didn't you?' O'Shea said. ‘That was flagged by people working for me because you and I share half of the same DNA.' ‘That's not possible,' Pamela stated in the same way she knew I was a cosmic joke. ‘How is that not possible?' I looked to Pamela. I was really starting to accept me and Homicidal O'Shea were family. Why? I'd never had to confront the incest taboo before and here it was looking right at me. O'Shea looked to Pamela, to me, back to Pamela then finally back at me. ‘Do you have a single clue about what is going on?' Brianna addressed me. ‘Yeah, of course I do,' I lied. ‘You are with the Illuminati and you know Havenstone is more than a bunch of greedy bitches.' Pause. ‘So you know nothing about what is going on here, right at this moment,' O'Shea's eyes skewered me. Sigh. ‘Mom; your sister, is dead;' I got out. ‘Yes, she died seven years ago,' Brianna interrupted. ‘What?' I glared. ‘No, she died fifteen years ago. Where do you get your information from and why didn't you at least check out the fucking gravestone?' I snapped. ‘Fifteen; that doesn't make sense; I didn't know where she died, only that when her medication ran out, she would have been consumed by some kind of aggressive cancer,' O'Shea responded. ‘What;' sort of slipped out. ‘How many brothers and sisters do you have?' O'Shea probed. ‘Like I'd tell you,' I growled. ‘None,' Pamela stated. ‘Thanks,' I glared at Pam. ‘Why don't you give away all my bargaining chips?' ‘Cáel, they know your last name,' Pamela stated. ‘Do you want them to hunt down your father and torture him for the names and locations of any other children?' ‘If you go after my Dad;' I became aggressive. ‘You will do nothing,' Pamela interrupted. ‘He is not covered by the Truce.' ‘A Truce I know nothing about,' I grumbled. ‘Screw all of you.' ‘Don't sweat it, Cáel. They need you and I can prove it with two honestly answered question,' Pamela smirked. ‘What name are you using today?' to Brianna. ‘Brianna O'Shea,' the red-haired lady replied. ‘How quaint; your real name. Brianna, how many other nieces and nephews do you and your sisters have?' Pamela inquired. Brianna glared. ‘I'll answer that for her; none. That begs the question of why you,' Pamela smiled at me, ‘exist at all. I'm sure that come Monday morning every medic at Havenstone is going to be crawling all over you looking for that answer.' O'Shea had a new game plan. She was going to murder Pamela and kidnap me. This meant I was going to get screwed up; maybe killed. Pamela would kill everyone else and sex would be extra painful for the next week to ten days; I was tired of that crap. I dropped the baton and walked up to Brianna. The bodyguards were twitching, Brianna was calculating multiple variables and Pamela looked mildly amused. I hugged Brianna. ‘If we are family then we are family,' I explained. ‘If there is something you want to talk to me about, give me a call. I'm in the book and I'm sure Havenstone can patch you through if you want to get in touch with me at work.' Pamela was struggling to contain her mirth. ‘Can you keep this discussion under wraps for now?' Brianna requested. The likelihood of that happening must have showed in my eyes. ‘Okay, who do you work for?' Pamela was laughing into her hand. ‘Umm; I work for Katrina Love of Executive Services,' I answered. O'Shea almost had an embolism. ‘It is okay, my desk is in her office, so we are pretty close.' Not at all what she wanted to hear. ‘Okay, I'll stop teasing you. I know who Katrina is and what she does; basically making people like you have believably fatal accidents.' ‘You are a man? Why are you still walking around free?' O'Shea muttered. ‘His sexual dynamism supersedes the sublimely addictive,' Pamela enlightened O'Shea, ‘and if you don't believe me, go up and ask that 'Nicole Lawless' woman.' ‘I was going to say 'I look great in hose and a push-up bra', but that works too,' I muttered. And the last thing I wanted to envision at that reality-cracking moment happened. Brianna O'Shea looked me over and that look said 'Sex'. She was my aunt! Technically; somehow; that should matter, right? ‘Aunt Brianna; Brianna; Auntie O'Shea; what do you want me to call you?' I stammered. ‘Brianna will do,' she pulled those plush red lips into a grin and extended her hand. I shook it. She had a strong grip. She was tapping the pulse in my wrist with her forefinger; a tried and true arousal technique I'd used countless times. ‘I'm really happy that we are family;' I evaded. ‘I had regular sex with mine and your mother's father, your grandfather,' Brianna discussed with the outrage normally reserved for the 'do you want your cantaloupe in wedges, or scoops' debate. ‘My; we'll just toss that in the category of things I never wanted to know,' I coughed. Wait! I could do better than that. This deserved sympathy, not comedy. ‘I am glad you got that off your chest,' I stroked her hand back; okay, not my brightest idea. ‘Has Grandpa stopped doing that?' ‘Your Grandfather is dead,' Brianna delivered the bad news. It was doubly bad because she seemed to really miss the jack-ass. At least I didn't have to feign grief at the bastard's funeral. This also would explain why Mom ran away from home and told Dad and I that her family all perished in a freak Sperm Whale hunting accident in the Arctic. You know, that sounded much more believable when I was five. Dad was crazy in love, which explained his suspension of disbelief whenever she walked in the room. ‘He was assassinated in his study in our mountain home, his throat slit clean through and his body desecrated beyond our ability to resurrect him,' Brianna shed a tear. This was the point where I seriously began worrying about there being a natural gas leak that was either screwing up what I was hearing, or what other people were saying. ‘Wow; how sad,' I tried to sound shaken by the news. ‘I know,' Brianna hugged me. But wait, ‘You smell like him (deep, sensual purr); Dad, that is.' Oh God No! ‘Well with Granddad gone, you seem to have done well for yourself; lves,' I corrected. It sounded like I had aunts in the plural, I was praying for the positive, plus a quick exit. ‘No, we can't move on until we find the assassin,' Brianna told me. She added in a whisper, ‘We know she was an Amazon.' Ah, look, an invitation by my freakish, incestuous aunt to betray the insane fanatics I worked for. I began crying. ‘I understand,' Brianna reached around and patted my back, ‘This must be a lot for you to take in.' ‘You have no idea,' I sniffled. What was my mind was saying: 'By the way, Aunt Brianna, the wacked-out chick that offed Granddad is two meters away from you and you definitely didn't bring a big enough army to deal with her'. ‘Why don't you come home with me tonight?' Brianna offered somewhat plaintively. Sex; worse, I wasn't coming up with any really convincing reasons to not have sex with her. We would do it with the lights off. That way I wouldn't be looking into the face of the Mother of my youth having an orgasm impaled on me. Maybe dim lighting would be okay too. ‘I can't go home with you tonight,' I looked away. ‘I'm feeling vulnerable.' That was exactly why she wanted to take me home with her; confused and vulnerable would allow her to revisit her nostalgic Father-Daughter fornications. ‘You need someone who loves you to look after you,' Brianna prodded. ‘That's what I'm for,' Pamela came to my rescue. Glares and snippets of wrath ensued. In the end, Pamela and I made our getaway. A few blocks away; I didn't want a taxi yet; Pamela speaking voided my introspection. ‘Questions?' ‘Where were you hiding while Nicole and I were having sex?' I mused. ‘Which time?' Pamela taunted me. ‘You mean you followed us to the Men's bathroom (we were reliving our first sexual encounter and then some)?' I groused. ‘I am not saying I was there. I'm not saying I wasn't. I'm not saying,' Pamela smirked. Pause. ‘You killed Grandpa?' I asked. ‘Yes.' ‘You stole his soul?' ‘Yes.' ‘You took yourself to the cliffs to destroy his soul; and yours?' ‘Yes.' ‘You decided not to because of his curse/warning?' ‘No.' ‘Um; why didn't you kill yourself?' ‘He; your Grandfather; had a back-up plan. Having me kill myself was a ploy. Had I done it, I would have lost my soul, his soul would have been released and Havenstone would have thought him dead. At the last moment I gained the insight he had a body already prepared for him that no other person knew about,' Pamela informed me. ‘You.' ‘My Mother didn't know?' I worried. ‘I am not sure. Most likely she thought she had escaped the Old Bastard.' ‘Ugh; family life around Christmas must have been a blast,' I grumbled. ‘The Illuminati make a mockery of the Cult of Christ. They have influenced the Catholic hierarchy for a millennia.' ‘How did she get away; if she got away?' I muttered. ‘Your Mother and Aunts were born to be slaves, but contained nearly all the DNA of your Grandfather; essentially female 'hims'. That meant they are all very, very smart so your Mother figured out a way and fled. Somehow she found your Father and happiness.' ‘He let her get away, didn't he?' I asked. ‘Don't sell your Mother short,' Pamela chided me. ‘He most likely engineered her escape from his estate, but the rest was her. Otherwise, you would have had Illuminati watchers all this time. No, your Grandfather wanted her to be completely free of the Illuminati, and all the other secret orders, until he was ready to make his return.' ‘Why did Brianna think Mom died of cancer seven years ago?' I went for next. ‘All your aunts need medication to keep them healthy and young,' Pamela related. ‘The only one with the formula was your Grandfather and, after so many decades, those bitches have to be running out of it soon, if they haven't already exhausted their supply.' ‘Without the drugs, your Mother would have aged and developed various cancers that would have escalated in their aggression until she died. For some reason, she stopped taking her medications before they ran out,' Pamela ruminated. ‘To have me,' I lowered my head. Mom had died because she knew Dad wanted a child; me. ‘It is not impossible that she couldn't have a child while on the regimen. That sounds like something that bastard Cáel O'Shea would have done,' Pamela agreed. ‘What?' I gulped. ‘You were named after your maternal grandfather, who I studied for weeks, and I can tell you that Cáel Nyilas is a hundred times the person he ever was,' Pamela assured me. ‘Let's not tell my aunt that,' I grunted. ‘Don't worry about that,' Pamela patted me on the back. ‘All of your aunts are most likely addicted to his pheromones and you have some variant of them.' ‘The fuck you say!' I gawked. ‘Oh yeah. He was that kind of son of a bitch.' ‘So when I get scared, they get horny?' I despaired. ‘Or if you are your regular horny self,' Pamela chortled. ‘Hell, Brianna is probably humping that urinal you and Miss Lawless engaged as a; prop earlier this evening.' ‘You are just a cornucopia of horrific knowledge, aren't you?' I groused. ‘I've never had a friend like you,' Pamela enlightened me. ‘You've never had a friend before,' I countered. I hadn't known her a week and I already wanted to kill her half the time as it was. I wondered if women felt the same way about me on occasion. ‘That would definitely make you my finest friend then,' she snickered. ‘Thanks,' I grumbled. ‘Just for that, when I have Daphne bent over with her head and shoulders pressed against the wall while I slam her from behind with all this pent up rage, I'll be thinking of you.' ‘Really?' she queried. ‘Of course not. Daphne is smoking hot. When I finally have sex with her, the only thing I'll be thinking about besides Daphne is how I'm going to have sex with her again,' I grinned. ‘Good,' she smiled happily. Yes, we were talking about me boinking her granddaughter and she was A-Okay with it. ‘Remember, there is no need to use a condom.' ‘I'm not falling for that, you evil witch

ExplicitNovels
Cáel and the Manhattan Amazons: Part 8

ExplicitNovels

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 8, 2024


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

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Whitestone Podcast
Supply Chain #20 - Handling Chokepoints Exceptionally

Whitestone Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Oct 29, 2024 12:31


Since we live in the real world, each of us is aware of hampering chokepoints in supply chains—where an enterprise didn't get the necessary good or service delivered as promised or expected. We certainly experienced that in the Covid era! But what about your workplace and your church—do you experience unnecessary chokepoints in the mission of either of those two organizations? Join Kevin as we look into the kaleidoscopic and challenging world of chokepoints—including another amazing twist or two by God in His economy! // Download this episode's Application & Action questions and PDF transcript at whitestone.org.

Narc Con
Knowing The Narcissist's Inner Cycling Is Exceptionally Healing - (Knowing The Narcissist)

Narc Con

Play Episode Listen Later Oct 20, 2024 31:15


Book Link Below:Weaponised Love -https://a.co/d/g4bB4MI#narccon #narcissism Www.weaponizedlove.com - all support services In order to depersonalise our interactions with full blown covert narcissist, it's important to understand how they operate and their thought processes as related to their targets. In understanding why they act towards others and say and do destructive things, that we can find healing from the emotional suffering they insist on to regulate themselves. Narcissists follow a major behaviour cyclical pattern, lovebombing, devaluation, discard and hoover on repeat. However, there are also cycles within cycles of behaviour patterns and dynamics on repeat, just as the smaller cogs turn the bigger ones and so the outer wheel of the personality disordered narcissist turns. The manner in which a narcissist acts with their target is cyclical and predictable on repeat. Understanding this objectification and repetitive behaviour may help others depersonalise their experience and expedite healing.https://youtu.be/evWG6IdvM8MDisclaimer: This YouTube channel provides information for educational purposes only. It is not a substitute for professional medical advice. We strongly recommend consulting with healthcare professionals for personalized medical guidance. We do not endorse specific products or treatments. Any actions taken based on our content are at your own discretion and risk.NARCCON1Support this podcast at — https://redcircle.com/@narccon/donationsAdvertising Inquiries: https://redcircle.com/brandsPrivacy & Opt-Out: https://redcircle.com/privacy

KQED’s Perspectives
Gillian Reynolds: Exceptionally Unexceptional

KQED’s Perspectives

Play Episode Listen Later Oct 17, 2024 3:59


Gillian Reynolds is exceptionally unexceptional at everything she tries. But she's learned how exceptional that can be. This Perspective originally aired in January 2022.

HUNGRY.
13 Simple Strategies to Quickly Raise Money for BONKERS Ideas, Win Insane PR for FREE and 10x Creativity on 10x Less Budget - Leo Taylor YUMBUG

HUNGRY.

Play Episode Listen Later Sep 23, 2024 118:21


Making bugs mainstream is a brilliantly bonkers idea.I love brilliantly bonkers people.This Poddy was bonkers and brilliantyummy wisdom left me bug-eyed n' bonked outLeo is an EXCEPTIONALLY bright visionaryLeo sees bugs on bougie small plate menus in Shoredtich,Cricket Con Carne demolished on hungover Boxing Days in GlasgowAnd, SpBug Bol with Garlic bread for your Tuesday Tea (certy: the best dinner on a Tuesday)YUMBUG is backed by the genius Ollie, the man behind BOTIVOAnd, James Watt founder of BrewDogThis is AltMeat 2.0 (less the DC10 Drug Dealer Ingredient Deck) ♨️Still bloody HUNGRY? Course ya are. Each week I spend 15 hours writing my newsletter. It'll take you 5 mins to read. Full of wisdom from the biggest names in food and drink. Subscribe here

Hope for the Caregiver
An Exceptionally Well Lived Life

Hope for the Caregiver

Play Episode Listen Later Sep 22, 2024 48:12


My father lived an exceptional life - and in this episode I share a bit from his life, service, and legacy.  "Rev. Rosenberger leaves an extraordinary legacy of service to God, family, and country. He tirelessly ministered to lives in distress and pointed them to the Savior he served so faithfully. His entire ministry can be encapsulated by the text from one of his favorite hymns: There is a balm in Gilead, to make the wounded whole. There is a balm in Gilead, to heal the sin-sick soul. If you can't preach like Peter, if you can't pray like Paul, Just tell the love of Jesus, and say He died for all. - Balm in Gilead The list of lives touched through Rev. Rosenberger's ministry is lengthy and will continue to extend for years to come. "I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith. Henceforth there is laid up for me the crown of righteousness, which the Lord, the righteous judge, will award to me on that day, and not only to me but also to all who have loved his appearing." - 2 Timothy 4:7-8

The Mountain Top For Men (formerly The Chick Whisperer):
The Consequences Of Dating Exceptionally Sexy Women - SFTS33

The Mountain Top For Men (formerly The Chick Whisperer):

Play Episode Listen Later Sep 17, 2024 8:10


=== SNIPPETS FROM THE SUMMIT === How to handle dating an exceptionally beautiful or sexy woman definitely falls under the category of 'high quality problems'. Nevertheless, if you find yourself in that glorious situation, you can't get caught off-guard when the inevitable challenges come your way. In this seven-minute episode I reveal the most likely of such challenges, alone with how to recognize them AND handle them, of course. Hey, having a particularly desirable woman by your side is fantastic in many ways, but it IS going to involve higher maintenance. After this Snippet From The Summit, you'll be ready...and the benefits will always outweigh the annoyances from there. More at https://mountaintoppodcast.com === HELP US SEND THE MESSAGE TO GREAT MEN EVERYWHERE === The content in this show is NEVER generated by AI. I discovered it can't handle a joke a long time ago. Meanwhile, I'll keep the practical, actionable ideas coming as well as the entertaining part...all for free. If you love what you hear, please rate the show on the service you subscribed to it on (takes one second) and leave a review. As we say here in Texas, I appreciate you!

Booze And Boos
Disturbing Missing 411 Stories | Vol III

Booze And Boos

Play Episode Listen Later Sep 12, 2024 37:43


Missing 411 cases are a colloquial classification that documents missing person cases that fit a number of criteria. The disappearance occurred in a national park, rural area, or large reserve of public land. Exceptionally odd circumstances surround the disappearance. In this episode I'll be talking specifically on the case of Jared Negete surrounding his disappearance and the weirdness and odd behavior involved.  These stories are meant to relax and unsettle you & i hope you enjoy them.    My Official Website : https://www.boozeandboos.net BUY MERCH SUBMIT YOUR SCARY STORY FOLLOW ME Listen to all Episodes in Podcast Form : Spotify : ►https://open.spotify.com/show/43BJPjVXSUjpEKEdrS5KK3 iTunes : ►https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/booze-and-boos/id1702763010 ________________________________________________________________________________________ Huge Shoutout to Zack G. For helping Find & Edit these stories.  Follow His FB Page :  https://www.facebook.com/inspirefear  (Zacks Author Page) Buy His Book!   https://a.co/d/d2BHQCP  ( Zacks Book )  ________________________________________________________________________________________ ►[ Intro & Background Ambience] -  @RobinMikalsenVFX   ►[《 Background Music

Local Jackson WI Weather Outlook
Weather Forecast for Jackson WI Issued at 7am Aug 26 2024 by George Kasica

Local Jackson WI Weather Outlook

Play Episode Listen Later Aug 26, 2024 0:03


AUTOMATED GRAPHIC FORECAST LINK   Monday (Aug 26): Partly cloudy in the morning, becoming partly to mostly sunny in the afternoon. Exceptionally hot. High 93. Heat index up to 99. Wind south-southwest around 7 mph, gusting to 16 mph.   Monday night: Clear to partly cloudy in the evening, becoming partly to mostly cloudy after midnight. Moderate fog after midnight. A 50% chance of rain. Scattered thunderstorms likely. Unusually warm. Low 74. Wind south-southwest around 4 mph.   Tuesday (Aug 27): Mostly cloudy to cloudy in the morning, becoming partly to mostly cloudy in the afternoon. A 40% chance of rain. Thunderstorms very likely, some severe. Very hot. High 92. Heat index up to 102. Wind northwest around 5 mph, gusting to 15 mph, in the morning, becoming west-southwest in the afternoon.   Tuesday night: Mostly cloudy. Moderate fog. A 70% chance of rain. Thunderstorms very likely, some possibly severe. Warm. Low 70. Wind west-northwest around 6 mph in the evening, becoming north-northwest after midnight.   Wednesday (Aug 28): Mostly cloudy to cloudy. Moderate fog in the morning, then patchy light fog in the afternoon. A 30% chance of rain. Scattered thunderstorms likely. High 74. Wind north-northwest around 5 mph.   Wednesday night: Partly to mostly cloudy in the evening, becoming partly cloudy after midnight. Light to moderate fog in the evening, then moderate fog after midnight. Low 61. Wind north around 6 mph.   Thursday (Aug 29): Partly to mostly cloudy in the morning, becoming partly to mostly sunny in the afternoon. Patchy light fog in the morning. High 78. Wind northeast around 5 mph in the morning, becoming east-southeast in the afternoon.   Thursday night: Partly to mostly cloudy in the evening, becoming cloudy after midnight. Patchy light fog in the evening, then light to moderate fog after midnight. A 50% chance of rain. Scattered thundershowers possible. Low 65. Wind southeast around 4 mph in the evening, becoming south after midnight.   Friday (Aug 30): Cloudy. Light to moderate fog in the morning. A 50% chance of rain. Thunderstorms very likely, some possibly severe. Warm. High 83. Wind west-southwest around 5 mph in the morning, becoming 10 mph, gusting to 19 mph, in the afternoon.   Friday night: Partly cloudy in the evening, becoming clear to partly cloudy after midnight. Light to moderate fog after midnight. Low 59. Wind west-northwest around 8 mph.   Saturday (Aug 31): Mostly cloudy in the morning, becoming sunny in the afternoon. Patchy light fog in the morning. Warm. High 81. Wind west-northwest around 7 mph, gusting to 16 mph.   Saturday night: Clear to partly cloudy in the evening, becoming mostly cloudy after midnight. A 20%  chance of rain. Low 62. Wind west-southwest around 6 mph in the evening, becoming west-northwest after midnight.   Sunday (Sep 1): Partly to mostly sunny in the morning, becoming sunny in the afternoon. High 75. Wind north-northeast around 9 mph, gusting to 17 mph.   Sunday night: Clear. Low 56. Wind northeast around 3 mph.   KASICA

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Dawn Birds in the Sage

earth.fm

Play Episode Listen Later Aug 16, 2024 30:00


High and dry. There is hardly anything here. No water, no trees, just a small two-track (dirt road where people have driven enough times to form a road, but the ground has never been graded), and a distant horizon. The terrain appears endlessly flat, but after some time walking, I cannot see my car anymore. No towns, people, highways, or aircraft. A strange silence seems to be suspended in the still air. I sit down in the sagebrush and the wind calms. Looking closer I see various small wildflowers growing in clumps, thoughtfully placed near roots and sage. I lay down. It doesn't feel dirty here. The dusty soil is cool, almost soothing. Eyes close, it is not long before a whir of wings pass not far overhead. Quickly followed by another and a hushed chirp. Something imperceptible has shifted. There is another soft chirp. Another whir, over to the left. Then a trill. Gradually building, a mesmerizing chorus of Brewer's sparrows and a steady drumbeat of a common poorwill in the distance weave the song of this quiet sage land. These sounds were recorded on the ancestral land of the Northern Paiute people. Exceptionally low-noise microphones in various arrays capture the delicate sounds of the environment. If you would like to know more please get in touch. Recorded in the Basque Hills, Oregon, USA by Nick McMahan

The Quick Pop Podcast
The Off Week

The Quick Pop Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Aug 15, 2024 54:21


It was a week of wrestling, but nothing EXCEPTIONALLY noteworthy happened There were a few highlights though

S2 Underground
The Wire - July 14, 2024 - PRIORITY

S2 Underground

Play Episode Listen Later Jul 14, 2024 2:29


//The Wire//0030Z July 14, 2024////PRIORITY////BLUF: FOLLOW ON REPORTING CLARIFIES DETAILS OF TRUMP SHOOTING. NO MAJOR I&W'S YET OF STRATEGIC CONCERN FOLLOWING THE SHOOTING.// -----BEGIN TEARLINE------HomeFront-Pennsylvania: President Trump remains under medical evaluation following his assassination attempt this afternoon. Authorities have not commented on his condition other than to confirm that he suffered non-life threatening wounds as a result of the assassination attempt.News footage following the incident indicates at least two people in the crowd were wounded by the shooter, one of which who has succumbed to their wounds. The surviving bystander remains in critical condition. Users on social media have posted footage of a body lying on the rooftop of a small shelter adjacent to the event venue, indicating the shooter sought and successfully occupied a vantage point that served as key terrain and offered line of sight to the stage.-Strategic Indications and Warnings-Pacific: The USCG has not provided any update in some time regarding the position of the Chinese PLAN Task Force currently operating in the Bering Sea. By last press release, the vessels were conducting maneuvers approximately 100nm north of the Aleutian Island chain, but that report is now stale by several days.Homeland: NORAD has not provided any information regarding potential aerial threats within the past few hours, nor has the FAA issued any potentially concerning TFRs or airspace closures. HFGCS and BearNet traffic appears normal at this time. No sudden or concerning increase in military aviation has been noted within the past few hours.-----END TEARLINE-----Analyst Comments: Substantial efforts have been noted to manipulate the flow of information on social media following this incident, with the production of falsified information, along with the traffic from bots, being unlike any time period in recent memory. Some social media platforms are barely usable due to the intense posting by bots and those seeking to shape the narrative alike. Exceptionally violet rhetoric has been noted on social media following the attempted assassination of President Trump. This rhetoric includes mainstream media sources, which have sought to downplay the incident.In the fray of the information space, minute details, however unorganized are important to consider (or at least log) for later corroboration. As such, the following data points are being noted for posterity, without being verified with any confidence:-          A BBC interview with a man immediately following the incident indicates that the shooter may have been spotted approaching the venue long before the shots were fired. This witness suggests that the Secret Service had some limited advanced warning of the attack.Analyst: S2A1//END REPORT//

The Whole Story
episode_75 // my mind's moshpit & a reflection on value

The Whole Story

Play Episode Listen Later Jul 9, 2024 6:40


This business is hard. Exceptionally hard. And sometimes you're just tired of giving and making and doing with seemingly little return. From the outside, I'm sure it looks like our brand and our partners and our story is all buttoned up. That we're 'crushing it,' and just underneath the surface, there's a storm. ******* TheWholeStory is a podcast about my family's journey to follow Ellis's singular passion for racing during a global pandemic. The episodes are audio recordings of the journal I've been keeping since the day we left home in 2020. Shamelessly authentic and always with a sense of humor, I hope this story gives you a look behind the sheen of social media-- the shiny posts about racing, travel, and of course, eating, and sheds light on what it's really like to be a family taking risks and living life on the road. Follow us online to get early access to our content & the latest news! Instagram // ⁠@thewholestory⁠ & ⁠@ellysium_racing⁠ ⁠Sign up for our newsletter⁠ Facebook // ⁠Ellysium Racing⁠ LinkedIn // ⁠Michele⁠ & ⁠Ellis⁠ ⁠www.ellysium.co⁠

Curiosity Daily
Giant Shark, Barred Owl Cull, Misophonia Stress

Curiosity Daily

Play Episode Listen Later Jul 3, 2024 12:28


Today, you'll learn about a massive prehistoric shark, the controversial plan to kill millions of barred owls, and how a condition called misophonia could be linked to stress and trauma. Giant Shark “Ancient, 30-foot relative of great white shark unearthed in Mexico quarry.” by Melissa Hobson. 2024. “Exceptionally preserved shark fossils from Mexico elucidate the long-standing enigma of the Cretaceous elasmobranch Ptychodus.” by Romain Vullo, et al. 2024. “Cretaceous period: Animals, plants and extinction event.” by Michael Dhar. 2022. Barred Owl Cull “They Shoot Owls in California, Don't They?” by Franz Lidz. 2024. “Northern Spotted Owl.” National Wildlife Federation. N.d. “Barred-Owl-Letter.” Letter PDF. 2024. Misophonia Stress “Misophonia severity tied to higher stress and trauma, study shows.” by Vladimir Hedrih. 2024. “What Is Misophonia?” by Paul Frysh. 2023. “Misophonia is related to stress but not directly with traumatic stress.” by Rachel E. Guetta, et al. 2024. Follow Curiosity Daily on your favorite podcast app to get smarter with Calli and Nate — for free! Still curious? Get exclusive science shows, nature documentaries, and more real-life entertainment on discovery+! Go to https://discoveryplus.com/curiosity to start your 7-day free trial. discovery+ is currently only available for US subscribers. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

AP Audio Stories
France's exceptionally high-stakes election has begun. The far right dominated preelection polls

AP Audio Stories

Play Episode Listen Later Jun 30, 2024 0:54


AP correspondent Karen Chammas reports on a high stakes election in France.

Be BOLD Branding
The Brand For Noteworthy Women Leaders

Be BOLD Branding

Play Episode Listen Later Jun 12, 2024 29:14


“Exceptionally accomplished women are positioned to lead, but set up to fail.” (Dr. Alessandra Wall). Based on this realization, Alessandra founded Noteworthy, an executive coaching business designed to elevate women leaders in STEM and finance to grow and thrive in leadership positions. They also train companies that understand the incredible benefit of retaining, rewarding, and attracting women in senior leadership. Learn about Alessandra's story and how she ended up in this game-changing space.  Episode Highlights:   00:38 Dr. Alessandra Wall's Career Journey 04:25 Transition to Executive Coaching 06:53 Empowering Women Leaders 09:01 Challenges in Male-Dominated Industries 11:35 Value Articulation for Women 24:40 Personal Insights 27:19 How to Connect with Dr. Alessandra Wall

Flixwatcher: A Netflix Film Review Podcast
Episode # 348 Fight Club with Amelie Thomas and Matthew Turner from Fatal Attractions podcast

Flixwatcher: A Netflix Film Review Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later May 29, 2024 42:47


Amelie Thomas and Matthew Turner from (Fatal Attractions podcast) return to Flixwatcher to review Amelie's choice Fight Club. The first rule of Fight Club (1999), directed by David (Se7en) Fincher and staring Brad Pitt, Edward Norton and Helena Bonham Carter, is you don't talk about Fight Club. Recommendability scores for Fight Club were very high, it is Helen and Amelie's favourite film so no surprises there. Exceptionally high scores across the other Flixwatcher categories give Fight Club an overall rating of 4.80. Making it the new number Flixwatcher film! [supsystic-tables id=361]     Episode #347 Crew Links Thanks to the Episode # 347 Crew of Amelie Thomas (@theonlycleolunaand ) and Matthew Turner (@filmfan1971) from @fatalattractpod You can find their website here https://t.co/GYwzo95997 and at https://twitter.com/fatalattractpod   Please make sure you give them some love   More about Fight Club For more info on Fight Club. can visit Fight Club IMDB page here or Fight Club Rotten Tomatoes page here. Final Plug! Subscribe, Share and Review us on iTunes If you enjoyed this episode of Flixwatcher Podcast you probably know other people who will like it too! Please share it with your friends and family, review us, and join us across ALL of the Social Media links below.     Episode #342 Crew Links Thanks to the Episode # 342 Crew of Verbal Diorama and Easy Riders Raging Podcast   Please make sure you give them some love   More about Parasite For more info on Dune: Part One can visitParasite IMDB page here orParasite Rotten Tomatoes page here. Final Plug! Subscribe, Share and Review us on iTunes If you enjoyed this episode of Flixwatcher Podcast you probably know other people who will like it too! Please share it with your friends and family, review us, and join us across ALL of the Social Media links below. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Palaeo After Dark
Podcast 284 - How Complete Is Your Shark

Palaeo After Dark

Play Episode Listen Later May 19, 2024 71:56


The gang discusses two papers that look at the shark fossil record. The first paper looks into the completeness of the record, and the second paper discusses the ecological implications of an exceptionally preserved specimen. Meanwhile, James has ideas of what is normal, Curt has a hard out, and Amanda shows her specific history interests.   Up-Goer Five (Curt Edition): The friends talk about two papers that look at animals with lots of soft parts that move through the water and have lots and lots of teeth. The first paper is looking at how well we know these animals in the past, since most of the time we may only know them by their teeth. They do a lot of things to see how much of the animals we have at any time. What they find is that, most of the time, we do not have many parts of these animals. However, there are some times in the past when we do see more parts that are not just teeth, so there might be times in the past that were better and making sure the soft parts were able to stick around and be found later. But most of the time, we really only have teeth or a few other parts, and that this makes these animals different from most other animals that are close to them and that makes sense because the rest of these animals have hard parts where these animals have soft parts. The second paper looks at one of these animals with soft parts where those soft parts were found today. This is the first time this type of animal has been found with its soft parts. Most of the time, we just find the teeth, which look like they were good at breaking hard things. With the soft parts, we can get an idea of how it would move through the water and if it was slow or fast. We can also find out what its brothers and sisters were. What they find is that the soft parts show that this animal looked like a lot of the animals in this group we see today that are not breaking hard things but are catching fast moving food in the water. This is not something we would think would happen, because today animals that have teeth like the ones this animal had don't need to move very fast to catch their food. This shows that this animal was doing something that we don't see today. This might be because there were lots of animals with hard parts on the outside that were moving in the water really fast at that time, which this one animal would have tried to catch for food.   References: Schnetz, Lisa, et al. "The skeletal completeness of the Palaeozoic chondrichthyan fossil record." Royal Society Open Science 11.1 (2024): 231451. Vullo, Romain, et al. "Exceptionally preserved shark fossils from Mexico elucidate the long-standing enigma of the Cretaceous elasmobranch Ptychodus." Proceedings of the Royal Society B 291.2021 (2024): 20240262.

The Monika A. Mazur Podcast
181. On being exceptionally fit over 50 and beyond with Nini Guedes

The Monika A. Mazur Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later May 14, 2024 30:28


Join Monika and her client Nini in a vibrant and inspiring conversation. Nini, a Brazilian woman in her 50s, has been working with Monika for over a decade, defying age stereotypes and proving that age is just a number. From their days at Healthworks in Brookline, to present, Nini's journey showcases commitment and dedication. Despite facing injuries over the years, Nini's fitness level surpasses many in their 30s, emphasizing the importance of staying fit for longevity and health. As they reflect on their years together, Nini shares her experiences working alongside famous personalities and athletes, where her fitness prowess often becomes a topic of conversation. Tune in to their conversation for inspiration and insights into maintaining a healthy lifestyle at any age. If you are not part of the BBM community yet or if you haven't been a part of the community for over a year, you should definitely come back and do a free trial for a week to test out the live training sessions and our app. Click here for a free trial: https://www.monikaamazur.com/free

The Dictionary
#E178 (excel to exceptionally)

The Dictionary

Play Episode Listen Later May 8, 2024 33:12


I read from excel to exceptionally.     Shortly after I recorded this episode, we were watching Northern Exposure and "excelsior" was mentioned as a packing material! I had never heard it before and then it comes up twice in a short period of time?!      I have "exceptionalism" for this podcast. ;) https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Exceptionalism     The word of the episode is "exceptional".     Theme music from Tom Maslowski https://zestysol.com/     Merchandising! https://www.teepublic.com/user/spejampar     "The Dictionary - Letter A" on YouTube   "The Dictionary - Letter B" on YouTube   "The Dictionary - Letter C" on YouTube   "The Dictionary - Letter D" on YouTube   "The Dictionary - Letter E" on YouTube     Featured in a Top 10 Dictionary Podcasts list! https://blog.feedspot.com/dictionary_podcasts/     Backwards Talking on YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLmIujMwEDbgZUexyR90jaTEEVmAYcCzuq     https://linktr.ee/spejampar dictionarypod@gmail.com https://www.facebook.com/thedictionarypod/ https://www.threads.net/@dictionarypod https://twitter.com/dictionarypod https://www.instagram.com/dictionarypod/ https://www.patreon.com/spejampar https://www.tiktok.com/@spejampar 917-727-5757

Jetpack for the Mind
An Exceptionally Simple Theory of Everything – Garrett Lisi

Jetpack for the Mind

Play Episode Listen Later May 2, 2024 99:44


An Exceptionally Simple Theory of Everything – Garrett Lisi

Jetpack for the Mind
An Exceptionally Simple Theory of Everything – Garrett Lisi

Jetpack for the Mind

Play Episode Listen Later May 2, 2024 98:39


 I've got a real soft spot for heretics and people who carve their own path outside of the institutions and societal norms and things that everyone is so pressured into because it creates this echo chamber and there's these cookie cutter outcomes, it's not conducive to getting to new ideas, it's not good for figuring out new things and to discover how the world works and invent new things. It's always a real privilege to spend time with a true heretic and today we're hanging out with Garret Lisi. He has his own unified theory of particle physics, combining that with Einstein's theory of gravitation Garrett's been slagged by the scientific community for this, even though nobody's managed to do a really good job of proving he's wrong and. I think it's a really great story. You don't need to know anything about these topics to be interested in this conversation. It's a lot less about the science, you can learn about that independently if you want. What we're really doing is discussing his experience of what it's like trying to bring a new idea from outside of the ivory tower of academia, especially in a field that has been trying really hard for 40, 50 years now with very little to show for it, with string theory and these other things that soaked up a lot of the resources and attention but didn't really get us where we thought we wanted to go. No disrespect to the people who tried, but we need new ideas and we need to work on those too. This is a case where the credentialism where the established folks in the scientific community exhibited pretty poor behavior and really tried to shut down an idea in the wrong way, instead of doing it the right way, which is to just come up with one that is better. Garrett is a super fascinating guy! If you are interested in figuring out how to live a life of surfing, snowboarding and doing a little bit of stock trading and not having to fit into the corporate world: this is a great conversation for you, cause Garrett has been doing that for his whole career. He's living off of stocks and he started trading as early as high school. I'm going to link to a couple of things that Garrett has written, his papers and things, but also I'm going to link to a YouTube video by Sabine Hossenfelder, who you may recognize cause now she's getting huge on YouTube, but she's doing a great job of explaining physics. She even has an episode that I really like where she discusses some of the problem with the scientific establishment, from her perspective as well. Important Links: An Exceptionally Simple Theory of Everything on Wikipedia Quantum mechanics from a universal action reservoir An Explicit Embedding of Gravity and the Standard Model in E8 The Pacific Science Institute Also recommended Sabine Hossenfelder on What's Going Wrong in Particle Physics About Garrett Lisi Antony Garrett Lisi, known as Garrett Lisi, is an American Theoretical Physicist who works as an independent researcher. Lisi has proposed a new "theory of everything" — a grand unified theory that explains all the elementary particles, as well as gravity. His theory is based on a mathematical shape called "E8". With 248 symmetries, E8 is very large and complex and Garrett believes the relationships of its symmetries correspond to known particles and forces, including gravity. Throughout his career in research and education, he has made full use of the technological tools available and developed strong expertise in advanced problem solving, the invention of mathematical algorithms, and complex calculations. This extensive background in science, education, and computing enables him to be very effective in addressing the complex social as well as technological needs of those wishing to solve hard problems. Currently Lisi is the director of The Pacific Science Institute, a "Science Hostel" that aims to provide scientists the freedom to explore the boundaries of knowledge in an independent and transdisciplinary research community outside the confines of traditional academic institutions.

Car Chat
Chris Shelley | Dymag - Exceptionally Light Carbon Hybrid Wheels

Car Chat

Play Episode Listen Later Apr 29, 2024 91:22


In this episode Sam Moores sits down with Chris Shelley - Founder of Dymag as we know it today. Dymag has a long history of producing carbon and carbon hybrid wheels for racing. The majority on 2 wheels but a lot on 4 developing them for everything from Formula 1 to the Dakar Rally. Dymag has produced some of the lightest wheels you can get hold of today, working with companies such as BAC for the Mono, Guntherwerks and many more. https://dymag.com/Enjoy, Show Notes:00:00:00 - Meet Chris Shelley and Dymag00:02:48 - How Chris started and saved Dymag in 199300:06:44 - Facing challenges and moving the industry forward00:09:17 - Creating carbon composite wheels and fighting regulations00:12:14 - Important deals and famous interactions00:15:41 - New designs in wheels and the move to hybrid models00:20:00 - Chris's work before Dymag00:23:08 - Chris's return to Dymag and new leadership goals00:26:03 - What's next in wheel technology and making00:29:12 - How special models change the car industry00:32:09 - Clearing up myths about carbon wheels00:35:11 - Plans for selling to more cars and luxury vehicles00:38:21 - Exciting new projects and partnerships in wheels00:40:45 - How lighter wheels help with performance and control00:43:17 - Chris's thoughts on where car technology is heading01:09:19 - Five QuestionsJoin us for this exciting chat about past achievements, present innovations, and the future of car technology. Don't forget to like, share, and subscribe for more episodes from "Car Chat"! Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Jackson Lucas Impact Real Estate Podcast
The Impact Real Estate Podcast with Carl Shannon

Jackson Lucas Impact Real Estate Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Apr 11, 2024 33:41


On this episode of the Impact Real Estate Podcast presented by Jackson Lucas Executive Search, we have a great reflective chat with Carl Shannon, the Senior Managing Director, Regional Director at Tishman Speyer. We speak to Carl about critical points in his early career that led him to development and why he's stayed at Tishman Speyer for 26 years. He also gives us a sneak peek into his real estate development course at U.C. Berkeley.Apple Podcasts: https://apple.co/3I3nkG9Spotify: https://spoti.fi/35ZJGLThttps://www.jacksonlucas.com/podcast/carl-shannonEPISODE NOTES:02:22 - The wrong side of the table 04:21 - The pivot 07:29 - Teaching at Berkeley 10:32 - Economic maximizations13:15 - Exceptionally cyclical 15:50 - The big reveal! 19:27 - This current cycle 22:36 - The Hot Seat presented by KK Reset

Montana Public Radio News
Snowpack remains below normal after an 'exceptionally low' snow year in Montana

Montana Public Radio News

Play Episode Listen Later Mar 7, 2024 1:13


Montana's latest snowpack report is out. There's more moisture on the ground but it's still below normal. Experts say there's plenty of room for improvement and the clock is ticking.

The Chris Voss Show
The Chris Voss Show Podcast – Door-to-Door Millionaire: Secrets of Making the Sale (Door-to-Door Millionaire Series) by Lenny Gray

The Chris Voss Show

Play Episode Listen Later Feb 14, 2024 37:23


Door-to-Door Millionaire: Secrets of Making the Sale (Door-to-Door Millionaire Series) by Lenny Gray Lennygray.com Amzn.to/49cP21n Door-to-Door Millionaire: Secrets of Making the Sale is THE book to help you improve your communication and door-to-door sales skills. This is a MUST read for new and experienced sales reps. Lenny's proven techniques will advance any sales rep's skills from Fortune 500 sales professionals to strip mall shoes salesmen. This guide teaches readers how to recognize vital nonverbal clues, how to resolve the five most common customer concerns during the sales process, and even includes a homeowner's guide on how to effectively get rid of door-to-door salespeople. These strategies and methods shed light on how door-to-door sales reps generate hundreds of millions of dollars annually. Filled with real-life examples of how these cutting edge strategies can lead to success, this guide will teach readers everywhere the principles needed to be most effective in sales and everyday life. Door-to-Door Millionaire instills invaluable and extraordinarily effective sales principles to readers everywhere. Not just for door-to-door sales reps, this informational resource can be used by anyone looking to improve their sales or communication skills with others. The first book of its kind to specifically list door-to-door sales techniques, this resource utilizes established techniques that can work even in the most hostile sales environments and can benefit readers in any industry. Exceptionally useful and applicable toward a diverse range of scenarios, this enlightening resource will help readers everywhere maximize their potential. Author Lenny Gray has had a long and successful career in the door-to-door sales industry. Along with running his own companies, Lenny has consulted for a variety of other businesses, and has taught his sales techniques and methods to a multitude of audiences. With thousands of accounts sold for various industries throughout the United States, he has used his successes to personally provide on-the-door training to hundreds of sales reps, many of whom have continued on to become very successful in their careers as accountants, attorneys, engineers, physicians, teachers, business owners, and sales professionals.

Chewing the Fat with Jeff Fisher
Exceptionally Rare… | 2/9/24

Chewing the Fat with Jeff Fisher

Play Episode Listen Later Feb 9, 2024 46:01


Squatters in Atlanta… Stuck in Claw machine… Your job is causing weight gain… Pizza day… New Coke flavor out soon… Disney into games and a new Moana… Byron Allen offers to buy Paramount / Sues Mcdonalds… Year of the Dragon… Look at Lotto… Puppy Bowl XX… Dog regrows jaw… NFL game in Brazil this year… Saban on Game Day… Airless 3D Wilson Basketball… Moths to the Flame is wrong… Joke of the Day…   Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

From Betrayal To Breakthrough
353: The Pitfalls of Being Exceptionally Capable: A Guide to Thrive Post-Betrayal

From Betrayal To Breakthrough

Play Episode Listen Later Jan 29, 2024 14:19


In this episode, Dr. Debi Silber explores the often overlooked consequences of being exceptionally capable, especially in the aftermath of betrayal. She highlights how this trait can lead to detrimental outcomes, both personally and professionally, and offers insights into how to navigate this challenging situation.    Episode Highlights:    The Capability Trap (00:00:45): Dr. Debi dives into how being highly capable can work against you, using examples from her work with individuals at The PBT Institute. When others recognize your competence, they may start relying on you excessively, causing you to shoulder more than you should.    The Burden of Overcommitment (00:03:15): Dr. Debi discusses the dangers of taking on too much due to your capability. She explains that even though you can handle it, it doesn't mean you should, emphasizing the importance of setting boundaries and prioritizing self-care.    The Brick Wall Metaphor (00:05:30): A powerful metaphor is introduced—the brick wall. Dr. Debi illustrates how trust, like a brick wall, is built one brick at a time. However, one moment of betrayal can shatter the entire wall. She emphasizes the need for those responsible for the betrayal to actively participate in rebuilding trust.    External Validation (00:09:15): Dr. Debi touches on seeking validation externally, such as through recognition and praise for your capabilities. She warns against relying solely on external validation, as it can lead to self-neglect and stress-related issues.    Physical and Emotional Toll (00:11:30): The episode discusses the physical and emotional toll of taking on too much. Dr. Debi draws from her health background to highlight how stress-related symptoms, illness, and disease can manifest when we push ourselves beyond our limits.    The Opportunity to Rewrite the Script (00:14:00): Dr. Debi emphasizes that betrayal provides an opportunity to reflect on our roles and responsibilities. It allows us to rewrite the script, set healthier boundaries, and reassess our approach to life.    Self-Worth Beyond Actions (00:16:30): The episode concludes by challenging the notion that self-worth is solely tied to our actions and achievements. Dr. Debi encourages listeners to consider their intrinsic value beyond what they do.    Let's Wrap it Up: Dr. Debi Silber's insightful exploration of the pitfalls of exceptional capability provides valuable guidance for those navigating post-betrayal experiences. This episode encourages listeners to strike a balance between their capabilities and self-care while fostering a deeper understanding of self-worth.    Disclaimer: The content in this podcast is for informational purposes only and should not be considered a substitute for professional advice or treatment.     Links:  The PBT Institute 

Fake the Nation
384. An Exceptionally Delightful Slutbag (w/ Peppermint & Pete Dominick and John Hodgman & Akilah Hughes)

Fake the Nation

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 23, 2023 31:52


Happy Thanksgiving from all of us at Fake the Nation! To celebrate the holiday and long weekend, we've gathered two stories we think you'll love. First, Peppermint and Pete Dominick join to talk about a guy who has not told his wife of 15 years that he has a very lucrative trust fund. And then, John Hodgman and Akilah Hughes join to talk about a lady who had an affair with a dude for 15 years, the guy died unexpectedly and now his ex doesn't want her at the funeral. What should all parties be doing here?——Rate Fake The Nation 5-stars on Apple Podcasts and leave us a review!Follow Negin Farsad on TwitterEmail Negin fakethenation@headgum.comSupport her Patreon ——Host - Negin Farsad——Producer - Andrew McGuire——Theme Music - Gaby AlterAdvertise on Fake The Nation via gumball.fmSee Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

The Bald and the Beautiful with Trixie Mattel and Katya Zamo
The Exceptionally Erudite Courtney Act (Part 2) with Katya

The Bald and the Beautiful with Trixie Mattel and Katya Zamo

Play Episode Listen Later Aug 29, 2023 39:04


If you've been waiting with bated breath for Part 2 of the epically excellent interview with Australia's best export Courtney Act, you can finally breathe again. Here is part 2 of their fabulous conversation about the evolving definition of femininity, the marvels of meditation, and the exorbitant number of downsides of widespread child literacy. Start building your credit up. Open a Chime Checking account with at least a $200 qualifying direct deposit to get started. Head to: https://www.chime.com/apply-debit/?ad=podcast_bald This episode is sponsored by BetterHelp. Give online therapy a try at https://www.Betterhelp.com/BALD and get on your way to being your best self! Follow Trixie: @TrixieMattel Follow Katya: @Katya_Zamo To watch the podcast on YouTube: http://bit.ly/TrixieKatyaYT Don't forget to follow the podcast for free wherever you're listening or by using this link: http://bit.ly/baldandthebeautifulpodcast If you want to support the show, and get all the episodes ad-free go to https://thebaldandthebeautiful.supercast.com If you like the show, telling a friend about it would be amazing! You can text, email, Tweet, or send this link to a friend: http://bit.ly/baldandthebeautifulpodcast To check out future Live Podcast Shows, go to: https://trixieandkatya.com To order your copy of our latest book, "Working Girls", go to: workinggirlsbook.com To check out the Trixie Motel in Palm Springs, CA: https://www.trixiemotel.com Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices