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DC Ward 5 Councilmember Zachary Parker shares the latest news about the Providence Redevelopment following a new deal secured this week by the Office of the Attorney General (learn more here). To talk more about what this redevelopment means for Michigan Park, Ward 5, and the District, two guests share their perspectives: ANC 5A Chair, Commissioner Emily Singer Lucio, and Evan Goldman, Executive Vice President of Acquisition and Development at EYA, LLC. Later in the episode, Communications Director Melissa Littlepage and Councilmember Parker share an update on the status of DC's budget on the Hill. Melissa also gives highlights from the latest edition of the Ward 5 Weekly Newsletter. Read at ward5.us/news and subscribe at ward5.us/newsletter.

Eya est Tunisienne, Musulmane, voyage seule et a fait le choix de quitter la Tunisie pour venir en France.J'ai eu la chance de la rencontrer en janvier, son parcours m'inspire énormément. C'est un échange entre deux voyageuses solitaires, venant de cultures différentes, qui ont fait des choix de vies inverses et pourtant très similaires.Merci à Eya pour ce qu'elle inspire et pour le partage :)Et si tu tombes sur cet épisode par le beau fruit du hasard,rejoins moi sur instagram: @sarah_lpgEmbarque avec moi, et c'est parti!Musique d'introduction et de conclusion:Flight by LiQWYD / liqwyd Creative Commons — Attribution 3.0 Unported — CC BY 3.0 Hébergé par Acast. Visitez acast.com/privacy pour plus d'informations.

Valentines Day Letdowns By regularguy13 – listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Aunt regrets stealing his virginity. She makes it right Thursday night, Feb 13th Harvey Fielding, the aged patriarch of the family stood and looked out with pride at the group sitting around the dinner table. Three generations were present. With him, were his daughter, daughter-In-law, and their remaining families. Harvey's wife was not with them. Unfortunately, she had passed away. So had his son, Harvey junior. They were at his daughter-in-law's house in Richmond, Virginia. Meadow was a widowed woman with a single child. Her daughter, Wendy, was twenty and a sophomore at Randolph-Macon College. Meadow was an only child of two deceased parents. She was raising Wendy, the patriarch's beloved granddaughter.Sitting across from them was his daughter, Breeze, and her family: her husband, Bill and their son, Arlo. The group had enjoyed a good meal. Harvey Fielding said, "I stand here a proud and happy man. These get-togethers are too short and too infrequent." His family murmured their agreement. He continued, "Congratulations Meadow, on being recognized by the National Association of Women Lawyers for the mentoring program you run for high school girls." My departed wife and son, God rest their souls; would be so proud, as would your own departed parents.  You are truly a daughter to me. Everyone raised their glass and congratulated her. Then Harvey said, "Congratulations to Arlo for his scholarship to my favorite school, Randolph-Macon College. If I say so myself, it is an excellent institution of higher learning. I am pleased that you're planning to major in my favorite field; Philosophy and Ethics." Breeze laughed and said good-naturedly, "Father, it looks like you won. Arlo has your temperament. I tried to develop his artistic side, but he has not found his creative art talents yet."  With a mentor like you, he will go far in his studies. "Wendy caught that bug," Meadow said with a laugh. "Maybe you and I were supposed to trade kids." Breeze was a talented artist. She inherited that skill from her mother & father. Like her mother, Breeze could draw, paint and sculpt. She and Bill earned their living selling the art they produced. Harvey dramatically lowered his voice and said, "Arlo, happy as I am that you'll be joining your cousin Wendy at R-MC, unfortunately, I have to report that the quality of the teaching staff there has diminished significantly recently." He was kidding and everyone knew it. They all laughed. He had retired from the college last year after thirty years of teaching philosophy and ethics. Meadow met Harvey junior as college students. Meadow had been a great student in Professor Fielding's classes. She still credit's her philosophy & ethics training for making her a more forceful and persuasive courtroom litigator. He waited for the laughter to die and then said, "And lastly, let us say bon voyage to our travelers. Breeze and Bill are off tomorrow for a well-deserved, ten-day vacation to St. Bart's. While they are having fun in the sun, the rest of us will be suffering through a cold and dreary Virginia February." Breeze said, "I'll send you all photos from the warm and sunny Caribbean." "No thanks," Harvey chirped. "I don't need to see pictures of you two, naked." The family laughed. Bill and Breeze were artists, but they weren't free spirits. Everyone knew them to be serious, shy, quiet souls. They would never frolic naked on a beach or anywhere else for that matter. Harvey waited until he had everyone's attention and then he said, "I will close the night with a quote from a brilliant philosopher." He raised his glass and said, "To alcohol: the cause of, and solution to all the world's problems. At least so says Homer Simpson." Cheers and laughter broke out. Everyone raised their glass and drank. After the meal, Bill and Breeze said their goodbyes. They had to catch an early flight out of Baltimore-Washington Airport and they were spending the night at a hotel near the airport. Breeze hugged her boy and said, "Enjoy the tour of the campus and sitting in on some classes. Promise me you will talk to the other students." She looked concerned. "Ah Mom," Arlo whined. Arlo took after his parents. He too was a shy person. He was naturally quiet, but it was more than that, he was awkward around people and uncomfortable to engage with them. He was not a "people person" and had never had a lot of friends. His behavior was partly due to his timid nature. His upbringing also contributed to his demeanor. When he was young, he only had limited opportunities to interact with other children. He hadn't attended regular school. He was home schooled. His parents taught him what they thought was necessary, and let classic books supplement their efforts. He became a big reader and gravitated to ethics because it was a field of study that suited his nature. He could read and think and pursue it alone. Arlo's opportunity to connect with other kids was hurt by his family's nomadic lifestyle. The family was forced to move to follow artistic projects. He was always the new kid in town and he often moved before anyone got to know him or he got to know them. His parents prayed he would outgrow his shyness. They hoped that college would be that time. Wendy was the next person to say her goodbyes. She was returning to school. "Bye Mom," Wendy said. "My sorority is having an event." Meadow knew that was code for ‘I have a party to go to'. She was fine with that. Wendy was a good girl and she kept her grades up. However, she felt they should give her nephew an opportunity to attend the party. She said, "Wendy, why don't you take Arlo with you?" Wendy was planning to hook up with her boyfriend. She didn't want to be stuck with her nerdy cousin. However, she knew she couldn't object outright. She decided to roll the dice and invite him. She was betting his shy nature would cause him to decline. "Arlo," Wendy asked brightly. "Would you like to go? There's a party tonight. Lots of people will be there." Arlo started to sweat. Crowds and parties scared him. He stammered as he responded, "Ah. Ah. No, thank you. Gramps and I were planning to discuss ethics." Wendy smiled. She was happy her plan had worked and she when off to the party unencumbered. Meadow cleaned up and headed off to bed. It had been a long day for her. Harvey and Arlo had an enjoyable time discussing philosophy and ethics. Harvey played the role of Socratic professor. During their conversation, he asked, "Arlo, what does it mean to be good." Arlo spoke clearly. “First one must settle his convictions of what ‘good' is.” He was comfortable talking to his grandfather and very comfort talking about ethics. He gave the textbook answer. "To be honest, courageous, respectful and concerned about others. To be a good citizen. Obey just laws, protect what is under your care, be informed and be involved with society." "Why should we strive to live by these standards?" the old professor asked. "Our world would be unpleasant and chaotic if we didn't. We'd be miserable if everyone lied and cheated and was mean to each another. If people acted on their baser instincts of greed and self-interest, we couldn't build a functioning society. It is noble to sacrifice for the greater good of others" "Do you believe the goals of humans are joy, happiness, and contentment and the best way to achieve these goals is ethical behavior?" Arlo nodded. "I agree also," Harvey said. "Now, how do we get there?" They discussed different versions of ethical theory. Arlo was a proponent of one theory. His Grandfather favored another. Harvey summed up his argument this way. He said, "As you know, in consequential ethics, the outcome determines the morality of the act." Arlo interjected, "For you, the end justifies the mean. Do you really believe there are no standards of behavior that should be upheld?" "Yes and no," Harvey conceded. "The thing that makes an action right or wrong is the consequences of the action. Being truthful is a noble goal, but I believe it is okay to lie sometimes." "But a lie is a lie," Arlo stated. For him, everything was black or white; idealistic. "Yes, a lie is a lie," Harvey agreed. "But a lie can be a good thing. Consider this scenario, an overweight wife asks her husband if her butt is too big. Which is the better choice? If he's truthful and says "Yes, dear. You're fat." He hurt her feelings. If he lies and says, "No. You look fine." She is happy and believe me, it increases the husband's happiness too." "That's an innocent lie," Arlo pointed out. "You need to be truthful about significant things." "Like life or death issues?" "Certainly." Harvey said, "What would you do in this circumstance? A criminal breaks into your home. He demands to know if anyone else in the house?. You know your mother is upstairs. Do you tell him? Or do you attempt to protect her and say 'I'm the only one here.'" "I lie to protect my mother," Arlo answered. "Exactly," Harvey said. "It is acceptable, I would argue necessary at times, to break the moral code to be moral. The essence of morality is determined by the outcome of the act. One cannot blindly follow a set of precepts and expect to achieve good results." Arlo said, "You make a good argument for your system, but I still have problems with it. Many people believe in God and follow the Ten Commandments. That is a good thing for them and society. They would say you are replacing God's law with man's judgment. Religious people won't like that. And considering the nature of man, won't a man always find a way to justify his behavior? "And isn't it a better, simpler and faster method of moral behavior to have standards and to live by them? I can see the world grinding to a halt as we all say 'Time out. I need to do a moral calculation of all my possible actions to see which is best for the greatest number of people.'" Harvey laughed and said, "This is exactly why I find ethics so fascinating. Lying is bad. You should strive to always tell the truth unless the situation dictates that a lie is the better choice. You should follow God's laws except when you know better. The end justifies the mean except when it causes you to break some moral code." Harvey smiled good-naturedly and said, "Another reason I find Ethics so fascinating is because it is the perfect excuse to argue and drink; two of my favorite things." Harvey stood and finished his drink. He was impressed with his grandson's grasp of the subject and his intellect. He leaned in close so Meadow couldn't hear from the other room. "Arlo, I'll leave you with one more question that may push you to my side. If the tip of your dick is resting on the labia of a beautiful and willing female, would you lie to her so both of you could enjoy out of this world sex? "Let's say she pauses and asks if you love her. What are you going to say? "In my scenario, you like her, but you aren't in love with her. If you are completely honest, you and she miss out on a wonderful experience. You deny each other the joy of great sex.” Arlo said with confidence. "Ethics is about good and evil, right and wrong. If the goal of your actions is the greatest good for the greatest number, then you must lie and fuck her. To needlessly uphold a rigid, abstract standard in this situation serves no purpose, correct?" Harvey walked away. He grabbed his coat and returned to his house. Arlo went to bed. He laid on the floral sheets and pondered the last question his grandfather put to him. His dick was hard and thought the answer was obvious. Friday, February 14th Aunt Meadow and Arlo had breakfast together. She said, "Today's the big day. So, you're going to sit in on some classes?" He nodded to avoid speaking. They left at the same time. He went to the college to tour the campus and she went to prosecute a child molester. Arlo returned to this Aunt's house late-afternoon. No one was there. He watched television. "Indiana Jones, you rock," Arlo said. He had just watched the movie "Raiders of the Lost Ark". It was his favorite movie. In his dreams, he was the handsome, swashbuckling hero. He won the girl and saved the day. In real life, he was a shy eighteen-year-old who was awkward around people and especially timid and nervous around females. Needless to say, he didn't date and he was a virgin. He walked into the bathroom and said, "I love indoor plumbing." He peed in the toilet, flushed and said, "Why do my parents put up with a smelly, camper toilet when if we lived like normal people we could all use this wonderful, hygienic device?" Since his parents moved frequently to work on commissioned art project, they lived in a camper that they pulled by an SUV. "How about a shower?" he asked rhetorically. He answered himself continuing to talk out loud. "That sounds good. A nice, long, hot shower. Another marvelous experience denied to trailer people." Arlo undressed. He dropped his clothes in a pile on the floor. He said, "Oh. They have a hamper." He left his clothes on the floor and went to the wicker container. He flipped open the top. He saw a sexy black, lacy bra and a pair of panties. "Whoa!" He picked up the bra. He had never seen something so beautiful, so sexy, and certainly never on a live girl. He was not the kind of guy who could seduce a woman. None of his mother's bras were like this one. She was a petite woman with small breasts. She usually didn't bother with one because she didn't need to. If she wore one, they were soft, stretchy bandeau tube style bras. Functional. Not sexy. "36C," he snickered as he read the label. "She certainly is the big aunt." He examined the cups and fingered the lace. His dick got hard thinking about the soft flesh that filled them. Next, he picked up the underwear. It also had lace and was alluring. He studied it and did the unthinkable. He brought the crotch to his nose and sniffed. "Oh! Um." He was overwhelmed with the acrid, musky odor of a woman. His dick twitched and grew hard. He said, "Aunt Meadow wore these! This is her scent." He held the panties to his nose with his left hand and stroked his dick with his right. "Umm," he groaned breathing deeply. He looked around for something to use as a lubricant. He spied hand lotion on the counter by the sink. He pumped a large amount on his hand and masturbated. He sniffed the panties, stroked his cock and kept thinking about how this article of clothing had been pressed up against a woman's cunt. "Oh! Oh! God!" he called out as he came in the sink. He dropped the panties and gripped the counter for support as he jacked off into the basin. "Oh! Fuck," he cried as the last of his spunk landed in the sink. His heart was pounding and his breathing was ragged. He rested a bit and then turned on the tap and cleaned up. He sent his cum down the drain. He returned the sexy underwear to the dirty clothes hamper and hopped in the shower. He shampooed his hair and scrubbed his body hard. He was trying to wash away the sin of masturbation made worse by sniffing his Aunt's soiled underwear. Hours later, Meadow shouted, "Hello, Arlo" as she entered her home. Arlo had been reading a book. He stood and silently greeted his Aunt. She came into the family room and asked, "Did you have a good day? Did you find a way to amuse yourself?" she asked with a warm smile. Arlo blushed. Immediately, he thought, "Oh God! It's like she knows I beat off while sniffing her panties". He was embarrassed and stuttered as he answered her, "Ah. Ah. Yes." He held up his book and said, "Um. I find a good book is always good company." "Yes. We all would be better off if we read more." She looked at her watch and said, "Oh. I have to hurry. I have a date tonight. It's Valentine's Day, but of course, you know that. Will you be okay on your own?" "Yes. I'll order a pizza." Meadow dashed off to shower and changed. Meadow stood in front of the mirror and debated whether she should put on a bra. She wasn't wearing one under her favorite red slinky dress. Her hard nipples pressed obscenely against the clingy fabric. The contours of her areolas and her tight peaks were visible. She decided to be risqué tonight and let the girls be free. "Good thing I have my cashmere wrap," she chuckled. She didn't mean her bare shoulders would need to be covered. She knew that without a bra and wearing this slinky dress, her nipples would be visible to everyone all night. She brought the warp in case she lost her nerve. She slipped on her highest heels, threw the wrap over her arm and walked out of her bedroom. She encountered Arlo. His eyes grew wide as he viewed her. The dress was hot. Her braless breasts were lewd. The way her nipples were visible through the dress was scandalous. His eyes were riveted to her chest. "Wow! That's some dress," he said. "Too much?" she asked. Seeing his expression caused her to re-think her decision to forego the bra. "No. Gorgeous. Beautiful. I was just thinking if you are going to wear that dress you should come with a warning label." "Ahem," he cleared his throat and then did his best Bette Davis imitation, "Fasten your seatbelts. It's going to be a bumpy night." Meadow laughed and said, "Good. It's Valentine's Day. A time to be flirty and sexy. I loved your impression of Bette Davis! I'm surprised you'd know a line from a movie made before you were born." "Um," he shyly admitted, "I don't have many friends. I spend a lot of time with classic movies and books." "Oh." She felt sorry for him. The clock on the mantel chimed. She said, "I need to go." She draped the wrap over her shoulders. Arlo helped her put on her coat and she left to meet her boyfriend for dinner. She drove to the fancy restaurant where she and Ted had agreed to meet. She had a drink and then another while she waited. She called him numerous times and got no answered. She became worried. Ted was a responsible person, a wealthy, well-respected attorney. It was out of character for him to stand her up. "Maybe some thing's happened," she told herself after waiting an hour. She decided to go to his home. She pulled up to his house and walked to the front door. "That's odd. The door is open," she said. She let herself in. She heard noises coming from the den and headed that way. She entered the room and was shocked by what she saw. Her boyfriend was naked and stretched out on the sofa. There were two naked women in the room with him. Their appearance screamed crack whore. The women were gaunt, bags of bones. Their sorry, empty tits sagged down their chest. Meadow looked at their unkempt hair and the dark circles under their eyes and wondered when was the last time they had combed their hair or slept. One woman was snorting cocaine off the glass coffee table and the other was sucking on her boyfriend's dick. "Ted!" Meadow shouted. "What's going on?" "We, we're having a party," he slurred. "Help yourself to some blow." "What?" Meadow screamed. She'd never seen her boyfriend do drugs and certainly not behave like this. Ted laughed. "I got fired today. They discovered I was embezzling money from the firm. I bought some cocaine and decided to get high. I met these two ladies and we've been fucking and snorting for hours. Join us." Meadow was shocked and disgusted. She turned around without saying another word and drove home. The Refuge "Keep the change," Arlo mumbled to the pizza delivery guy. He watched television as he ate his dinner. “9:00, let's see if we can find a good movie, other than sappy chick-flicks” Meadow burst through the door. Arlo went to investigate because he wasn't expecting anyone to come home at this hour. "Oh. It's you, Aunt Meadow," he said. He saw that she'd been crying. A normal person would have asked, "Is everything okay?". Arlo wasn't normal. He didn't ask. She ripped her coat off. The shawl came off with it. She said angrily, "Worse Valentine's Day ever." She kicked off her shoes and bent over at the hips to pick them up. She leaned over so far that Arlo saw her big brown nipples. She showed no hint of caring that she'd flashed her tits to her nephew. She had too many other things on her mind. She marched off quickly to her bedroom. "Whoa. Nipples," Arlo said to himself. That was a first for him. He'd seen pictures of women's breasts but never had he seen an actual one. It gave him a chubby. When she returned. Meadow had a royal blue robe on over her flannel sleeping gown. Her feet were covered by slipper socks. The terry cloth material kept her feet warm and it had a rubber sole. Her faced was scrubbed clean of makeup and her hair tied back into a ponytail. She ignored Arlo and headed straight to the kitchen. She mumbled, "I need a drink." She fixed herself a stiff drink. She downed half of it and refilled her glass. She sat at the kitchen table and brooded about the evening. Arlo could see she was upset. He stayed away giving her a wide berth. Occasionally, he'd turn his head and check on her. When he glanced her way, he saw her sitting at the kitchen table talking to herself and drinking. "Cocaine?" Meadow said. She was appalled by her boyfriend's drug use. Ex-boyfriend. She took a drink. "I've never seen him take drugs," she mused and tossed down the glass and then re-filled it. "Whores? Two prostitutes!" Meadow said. She was disgusted. She guzzled more alcohol. "I gave him my body. I sucked his cock and he cheats on me with two crack whores," she lamented. "He never called to cancel our date. Bastard." Meadow finished her drink and got another. "The bum kept me sitting in the restaurant." She gulped a large amount. "Everyone there knew I had been stood up." She sipped heartily on the whiskey. "I felt like a fool." She drained the glass and got another. "I cared for him!" she wailed. She swallowed her drink. The alcohol burned her throat as it went down. Tears fell from her eyes. Arlo heard his Aunt crying. He ignored her for a long time, but even he was moved by her sobbing. Finally, he went to her and asked, "Wha, what's the matter?" "You mean besides wasting six months of my life dating an embezzler and drug user?" She reached for the bottle to top off her drink and knocked it over. "Fuck!" she cried out and reached for the bottle. Arlo picked up the bottle. She wrenched it out of his hand. When she did, the bottle flew up and hit Arlo in the face. "Ouch," he cried out. He wrestled the bottle away from her. He set the bottle on the counter out of his Aunt's reach. His eye hurt. He rubbed it gently. He said, "Aunt Meadow, don't you think you've had enough?" "I'll be the judge of that," she slurred. She stood and tried to go through Arlo to get to the liquor. She pummeled and scratched him. Arlo was only an average size guy, but he easily stopped her. She was drunk, unsteady and uncoordinated. "Let me by!" she demanded. Arlo stood his ground. Meadow tried to pass him on one side than the other. Then, she stopped. Arlo had been sliding left and right to block her. He hoped her lack of movement meant she'd given up. Meadow looked up at him. She didn't look well. She wasn't well. She hurled. Vomit poured out of her. It splattered on Arlo's face and chest. Some went down his shirt and on his pants. "Oh God!" Arlo cried as he was hit with puke. The sight and putrid smell made him throw up. He raised his hands to block it. His vomit hit his hands and ricocheted onto his arms and shirt. It then dripped down on his pants and the floor. He was a smelly mess. He wanted to leave. He wanted to scream at his aunt, but just  then his own words, “It's noble to sacrifice for the good of others” came back to him, along with the mental image of his grandfather's approving, proud smile. Miraculously, Aunt Meadow was unsoiled. However, she was still drunk and still unsteady. She lost her balance and fell into Arlo. She hugged him to keep from falling over. It didn't work. They both ended up on the floor, rolling around and getting covered in the smelly, slimy puke. Meadow freaked out. She shouted, "Take me to the bathroom! I have to get this off me!" Arlo led the filthy, unsteady woman to the bathroom. "Oh God! The smell!" Meadow complained. She ripped off her robe. She stood there in her nightgown and slurred, "Ya. Y'alls a mess, too. We need tah get them dirty clothes offa ya." She began undressing her nephew. Arlo agreed. The smell was sickening. She helped him remove his shirt and pants. They both tossed their stinky clothing into a the open hamper. He stripped until he was down to his underwear. "Eya stinks. Eyes needs a shaw were," Meadow said. She went to the shower and turned the water on. While she waited for the warm water, she pulled her gown over her head. She was too drunk to do this safely. The gown got stuck when it was half way off. She wasn't wearing anything underneath. Arlo stared at her bare ass. She swayed as she struggled to escape the nightgown. Arlo moved in closed and held her hips. As he feared, she toppled over. He caught her and took a hard elbow to the body. "Pull it off," Meadow demanded. Arlo steadied her with one hand around her waist and used his other hand to pull the nightgown off. He tossed it aside. Meadow cared not a whit that she was naked. Her focus was on getting clean. She stepped into the shower, turning the water on and adjusted the water's temperature. Arlo was right behind her keeping her from falling. Arlo said to himself, ‘Wow. She's naked. Her skin is so soft. I didn't expect a woman in her forties to be this attractive. Meadow lost her balance again and Arlo had to catch her. He wrapped both arms around her to keep her upright. One arm met her breasts. She didn't notice or care. She said nothing about it. Arlo was nervous and scared. He expected to be berated at any moment for touching her boobs. His face blushed bright red. His mind screamed, ‘You're so dead for touching her boobs. She's going to scream at you and tell Mom'. She stood in the stream of warm water. When she didn't say anything, Arlo allowed himself to think about her breasts. He thought, ‘Her boobs are awesome. So big. So soft. Her nipples are sticking out obscenely.'. Her bare rump was pressed against his groin and his dick grew hard. She fidgeted and he had to adjust his grip on her nude body. A hand cupped her right breast. Her head turned to him and he expected the worst. "I'm dirty. I ma need a shower," she said with the simplicity of a six-year-old. Her words stunned him. It took a moment for him to respond. "Aunt Meadow, I'm worried you'll fall if I let go of you." She looked down at the arms around her as if just noticing them; then looked back at him. He had vomit on him. She wrinkled her nose and said, "You smell bad." She turned around and luxuriated in the spray and let the water beat down on her foggy skull. Arlo used this time to study and marvel at her body. This was the first nude woman he'd ever seen. His dick tented his wet shorts. She rinsed all traces of the vomit off her body. Arlo stood behind her. He kept his hands on her to make sure she didn't fall. What he saw astounded him. "She beautiful," he thought as he gazed at her. He loved everything about her. Her long, slender neck leading to her bare back fascinated him. He studied the soft curve of her shoulders and the indentation in the center of her back where her spinal column was. He loved how her broad shoulders swept down to a narrow waist and delightfully flared out at the hips. She had a plump womanly ass. Her back was tanned. Surprisingly, her bottom was too. ‘She suntans in the nude. Cool,' Arlo thought. He stepped back to get a complete view. She had firm thighs, slender calves, and small feet. Her dainty toenails were painted fire engine red. Beautiful. Meadow grabbed the shampoo, squeezed some into her hand and turned about as she worked it into her hair. "Oh!" Arlo gasped. She kept her eyes closed while she worked the shampoo through her hair and thoroughly scrubbed. She didn't seem to care that he was seeing her naked. Arlo studied her front quickly in case this was his only chance. He checked her face to be sure her eyes were still closed. He noticed she had a round face, a thin nose, and full lips. Quickly his eyes stared at her breasts. They sagged. The nipples faced East and West, but he didn't care. They looked wonderful to him. ‘Fuck! This is unbelievable.' Arlo thought. ‘Look at her big tits bounce and shake. She has huge, hard nipples'. His internal conversation continued, ‘God! Look at her cunt. That hair is jet black. The hair on her head is brown. I can see her vulva!' Streams of water ran down her fully tanned, fit body. The water cascaded over her breasts, across her stomach and flattened and separated her pubic hair as it ran down her body. Arlo could see her thick vaginal lips through the soaked, parted hair. Arlo kept his hands on her hips as his eyes devoured her body. It was the first naked woman he'd seen in the flesh and it was as hot and exciting as he'd imagine. Meadow washed and rinsed her hair and then casually washed her body. Arlo hard cock lurched when she soaped her breasts. He almost came when she touched her ass and cunt thoroughly swabbed her most intimate parts. Meadow was in her own world as she scrubbed her body. After she rinsed off, she opened her eyes. They brightened in recognition that Arlo was in the shower too. She wasn't self-conscious about her nudity. In a matter of fact way, she said, "Let's gets y'all cleaned too." She reached out and began washing his upper body. She smirked when she noticed he was in the shower with his underwear on. "This won't do," she said. She pulled his shorts off and giggled when his erection popped into view. She grabbed it and began washing it. "Someone's grown up," she purred. "Ah. Ah," Arlo stammered. "You don't have to do that," he said embarrassed. She grasped his dick, stroked him and asked, "Are you sure you want me to stop?" Arlo was too scared and nervous to speak, but he prayed she'd ignore his protestations. She looked into his eyes and saw a pleading look. "I thought not," she said with a knowing smile. "Oh. Oh," Arlo moaned as she jacked him off. He almost cried when she stopped. She handed him the soap and said, "Clean up." He hurriedly washed the vomit off his body. She stood and smiled watching his erection bounce around. When he was done, she held her hand out and said, "Give me the soap. Your back needs to get washed." He did, then turned his back to her. Then, she soaped up his shoulders, back and under his arms. She set the soap on the dish and wrapped her sudsy hands around both sides of him, then back down to his stiff cock and said, "This needs a little more attention." She soaped up his cock, dropped the soap and resumed beating him off. She pressed her tits into his back and breathed lustily into his ear as she stroked him. His eyes rolled back into his head and she held him steady as he moaned loudly, "Oh!" He came. She held his cock like a hose and directed the blasts of cum against the tile walls of the shower. Meadow laughed and milked his cock until he'd finished. “I gawda fire hose! Where's the fire! Gawd I love my fire hose.” She giggled . “ Hey, who turned my hose off?” She stroked his some more, but then gave up a few seconds later. Then she got quiet and looked around. She turned them both around and rinsed Arlo off as if nothing unusual had happened. Arlo stared at her plump rump and enjoyed the wonderful sensation of his very first handjob as he gasped for air. Meadow, now clean, pushed open the shower door and stepped out. She immediately slipped and fell hard on her ass. "Oh, my God! Are you okay?" Arlo called out. He was worried that she'd hurt herself. He quickly exited and went to her side. She was still inebriated. She said simply, "My bum hurts." To be continued. By regularguy13 for Literotica

Valentines Day Letdowns By regularguy13 – listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Aunt regrets stealing his virginity. She makes it right Thursday night, Feb 13th Harvey Fielding, the aged patriarch of the family stood and looked out with pride at the group sitting around the dinner table. Three generations were present. With him, were his daughter, daughter-In-law, and their remaining families. Harvey's wife was not with them. Unfortunately, she had passed away. So had his son, Harvey junior. They were at his daughter-in-law's house in Richmond, Virginia. Meadow was a widowed woman with a single child. Her daughter, Wendy, was twenty and a sophomore at Randolph-Macon College. Meadow was an only child of two deceased parents. She was raising Wendy, the patriarch's beloved granddaughter.Sitting across from them was his daughter, Breeze, and her family: her husband, Bill and their son, Arlo. The group had enjoyed a good meal. Harvey Fielding said, "I stand here a proud and happy man. These get-togethers are too short and too infrequent." His family murmured their agreement. He continued, "Congratulations Meadow, on being recognized by the National Association of Women Lawyers for the mentoring program you run for high school girls." My departed wife and son, God rest their souls; would be so proud, as would your own departed parents.  You are truly a daughter to me. Everyone raised their glass and congratulated her. Then Harvey said, "Congratulations to Arlo for his scholarship to my favorite school, Randolph-Macon College. If I say so myself, it is an excellent institution of higher learning. I am pleased that you're planning to major in my favorite field; Philosophy and Ethics." Breeze laughed and said good-naturedly, "Father, it looks like you won. Arlo has your temperament. I tried to develop his artistic side, but he has not found his creative art talents yet."  With a mentor like you, he will go far in his studies. "Wendy caught that bug," Meadow said with a laugh. "Maybe you and I were supposed to trade kids." Breeze was a talented artist. She inherited that skill from her mother & father. Like her mother, Breeze could draw, paint and sculpt. She and Bill earned their living selling the art they produced. Harvey dramatically lowered his voice and said, "Arlo, happy as I am that you'll be joining your cousin Wendy at R-MC, unfortunately, I have to report that the quality of the teaching staff there has diminished significantly recently." He was kidding and everyone knew it. They all laughed. He had retired from the college last year after thirty years of teaching philosophy and ethics. Meadow met Harvey junior as college students. Meadow had been a great student in Professor Fielding's classes. She still credit's her philosophy & ethics training for making her a more forceful and persuasive courtroom litigator. He waited for the laughter to die and then said, "And lastly, let us say bon voyage to our travelers. Breeze and Bill are off tomorrow for a well-deserved, ten-day vacation to St. Bart's. While they are having fun in the sun, the rest of us will be suffering through a cold and dreary Virginia February." Breeze said, "I'll send you all photos from the warm and sunny Caribbean." "No thanks," Harvey chirped. "I don't need to see pictures of you two, naked." The family laughed. Bill and Breeze were artists, but they weren't free spirits. Everyone knew them to be serious, shy, quiet souls. They would never frolic naked on a beach or anywhere else for that matter. Harvey waited until he had everyone's attention and then he said, "I will close the night with a quote from a brilliant philosopher." He raised his glass and said, "To alcohol: the cause of, and solution to all the world's problems. At least so says Homer Simpson." Cheers and laughter broke out. Everyone raised their glass and drank. After the meal, Bill and Breeze said their goodbyes. They had to catch an early flight out of Baltimore-Washington Airport and they were spending the night at a hotel near the airport. Breeze hugged her boy and said, "Enjoy the tour of the campus and sitting in on some classes. Promise me you will talk to the other students." She looked concerned. "Ah Mom," Arlo whined. Arlo took after his parents. He too was a shy person. He was naturally quiet, but it was more than that, he was awkward around people and uncomfortable to engage with them. He was not a "people person" and had never had a lot of friends. His behavior was partly due to his timid nature. His upbringing also contributed to his demeanor. When he was young, he only had limited opportunities to interact with other children. He hadn't attended regular school. He was home schooled. His parents taught him what they thought was necessary, and let classic books supplement their efforts. He became a big reader and gravitated to ethics because it was a field of study that suited his nature. He could read and think and pursue it alone. Arlo's opportunity to connect with other kids was hurt by his family's nomadic lifestyle. The family was forced to move to follow artistic projects. He was always the new kid in town and he often moved before anyone got to know him or he got to know them. His parents prayed he would outgrow his shyness. They hoped that college would be that time. Wendy was the next person to say her goodbyes. She was returning to school. "Bye Mom," Wendy said. "My sorority is having an event." Meadow knew that was code for ‘I have a party to go to'. She was fine with that. Wendy was a good girl and she kept her grades up. However, she felt they should give her nephew an opportunity to attend the party. She said, "Wendy, why don't you take Arlo with you?" Wendy was planning to hook up with her boyfriend. She didn't want to be stuck with her nerdy cousin. However, she knew she couldn't object outright. She decided to roll the dice and invite him. She was betting his shy nature would cause him to decline. "Arlo," Wendy asked brightly. "Would you like to go? There's a party tonight. Lots of people will be there." Arlo started to sweat. Crowds and parties scared him. He stammered as he responded, "Ah. Ah. No, thank you. Gramps and I were planning to discuss ethics." Wendy smiled. She was happy her plan had worked and she when off to the party unencumbered. Meadow cleaned up and headed off to bed. It had been a long day for her. Harvey and Arlo had an enjoyable time discussing philosophy and ethics. Harvey played the role of Socratic professor. During their conversation, he asked, "Arlo, what does it mean to be good." Arlo spoke clearly. “First one must settle his convictions of what ‘good' is.” He was comfortable talking to his grandfather and very comfort talking about ethics. He gave the textbook answer. "To be honest, courageous, respectful and concerned about others. To be a good citizen. Obey just laws, protect what is under your care, be informed and be involved with society." "Why should we strive to live by these standards?" the old professor asked. "Our world would be unpleasant and chaotic if we didn't. We'd be miserable if everyone lied and cheated and was mean to each another. If people acted on their baser instincts of greed and self-interest, we couldn't build a functioning society. It is noble to sacrifice for the greater good of others" "Do you believe the goals of humans are joy, happiness, and contentment and the best way to achieve these goals is ethical behavior?" Arlo nodded. "I agree also," Harvey said. "Now, how do we get there?" They discussed different versions of ethical theory. Arlo was a proponent of one theory. His Grandfather favored another. Harvey summed up his argument this way. He said, "As you know, in consequential ethics, the outcome determines the morality of the act." Arlo interjected, "For you, the end justifies the mean. Do you really believe there are no standards of behavior that should be upheld?" "Yes and no," Harvey conceded. "The thing that makes an action right or wrong is the consequences of the action. Being truthful is a noble goal, but I believe it is okay to lie sometimes." "But a lie is a lie," Arlo stated. For him, everything was black or white; idealistic. "Yes, a lie is a lie," Harvey agreed. "But a lie can be a good thing. Consider this scenario, an overweight wife asks her husband if her butt is too big. Which is the better choice? If he's truthful and says "Yes, dear. You're fat." He hurt her feelings. If he lies and says, "No. You look fine." She is happy and believe me, it increases the husband's happiness too." "That's an innocent lie," Arlo pointed out. "You need to be truthful about significant things." "Like life or death issues?" "Certainly." Harvey said, "What would you do in this circumstance? A criminal breaks into your home. He demands to know if anyone else in the house?. You know your mother is upstairs. Do you tell him? Or do you attempt to protect her and say 'I'm the only one here.'" "I lie to protect my mother," Arlo answered. "Exactly," Harvey said. "It is acceptable, I would argue necessary at times, to break the moral code to be moral. The essence of morality is determined by the outcome of the act. One cannot blindly follow a set of precepts and expect to achieve good results." Arlo said, "You make a good argument for your system, but I still have problems with it. Many people believe in God and follow the Ten Commandments. That is a good thing for them and society. They would say you are replacing God's law with man's judgment. Religious people won't like that. And considering the nature of man, won't a man always find a way to justify his behavior? "And isn't it a better, simpler and faster method of moral behavior to have standards and to live by them? I can see the world grinding to a halt as we all say 'Time out. I need to do a moral calculation of all my possible actions to see which is best for the greatest number of people.'" Harvey laughed and said, "This is exactly why I find ethics so fascinating. Lying is bad. You should strive to always tell the truth unless the situation dictates that a lie is the better choice. You should follow God's laws except when you know better. The end justifies the mean except when it causes you to break some moral code." Harvey smiled good-naturedly and said, "Another reason I find Ethics so fascinating is because it is the perfect excuse to argue and drink; two of my favorite things." Harvey stood and finished his drink. He was impressed with his grandson's grasp of the subject and his intellect. He leaned in close so Meadow couldn't hear from the other room. "Arlo, I'll leave you with one more question that may push you to my side. If the tip of your dick is resting on the labia of a beautiful and willing female, would you lie to her so both of you could enjoy out of this world sex? "Let's say she pauses and asks if you love her. What are you going to say? "In my scenario, you like her, but you aren't in love with her. If you are completely honest, you and she miss out on a wonderful experience. You deny each other the joy of great sex.” Arlo said with confidence. "Ethics is about good and evil, right and wrong. If the goal of your actions is the greatest good for the greatest number, then you must lie and fuck her. To needlessly uphold a rigid, abstract standard in this situation serves no purpose, correct?" Harvey walked away. He grabbed his coat and returned to his house. Arlo went to bed. He laid on the floral sheets and pondered the last question his grandfather put to him. His dick was hard and thought the answer was obvious. Friday, February 14th Aunt Meadow and Arlo had breakfast together. She said, "Today's the big day. So, you're going to sit in on some classes?" He nodded to avoid speaking. They left at the same time. He went to the college to tour the campus and she went to prosecute a child molester. Arlo returned to this Aunt's house late-afternoon. No one was there. He watched television. "Indiana Jones, you rock," Arlo said. He had just watched the movie "Raiders of the Lost Ark". It was his favorite movie. In his dreams, he was the handsome, swashbuckling hero. He won the girl and saved the day. In real life, he was a shy eighteen-year-old who was awkward around people and especially timid and nervous around females. Needless to say, he didn't date and he was a virgin. He walked into the bathroom and said, "I love indoor plumbing." He peed in the toilet, flushed and said, "Why do my parents put up with a smelly, camper toilet when if we lived like normal people we could all use this wonderful, hygienic device?" Since his parents moved frequently to work on commissioned art project, they lived in a camper that they pulled by an SUV. "How about a shower?" he asked rhetorically. He answered himself continuing to talk out loud. "That sounds good. A nice, long, hot shower. Another marvelous experience denied to trailer people." Arlo undressed. He dropped his clothes in a pile on the floor. He said, "Oh. They have a hamper." He left his clothes on the floor and went to the wicker container. He flipped open the top. He saw a sexy black, lacy bra and a pair of panties. "Whoa!" He picked up the bra. He had never seen something so beautiful, so sexy, and certainly never on a live girl. He was not the kind of guy who could seduce a woman. None of his mother's bras were like this one. She was a petite woman with small breasts. She usually didn't bother with one because she didn't need to. If she wore one, they were soft, stretchy bandeau tube style bras. Functional. Not sexy. "36C," he snickered as he read the label. "She certainly is the big aunt." He examined the cups and fingered the lace. His dick got hard thinking about the soft flesh that filled them. Next, he picked up the underwear. It also had lace and was alluring. He studied it and did the unthinkable. He brought the crotch to his nose and sniffed. "Oh! Um." He was overwhelmed with the acrid, musky odor of a woman. His dick twitched and grew hard. He said, "Aunt Meadow wore these! This is her scent." He held the panties to his nose with his left hand and stroked his dick with his right. "Umm," he groaned breathing deeply. He looked around for something to use as a lubricant. He spied hand lotion on the counter by the sink. He pumped a large amount on his hand and masturbated. He sniffed the panties, stroked his cock and kept thinking about how this article of clothing had been pressed up against a woman's cunt. "Oh! Oh! God!" he called out as he came in the sink. He dropped the panties and gripped the counter for support as he jacked off into the basin. "Oh! Fuck," he cried as the last of his spunk landed in the sink. His heart was pounding and his breathing was ragged. He rested a bit and then turned on the tap and cleaned up. He sent his cum down the drain. He returned the sexy underwear to the dirty clothes hamper and hopped in the shower. He shampooed his hair and scrubbed his body hard. He was trying to wash away the sin of masturbation made worse by sniffing his Aunt's soiled underwear. Hours later, Meadow shouted, "Hello, Arlo" as she entered her home. Arlo had been reading a book. He stood and silently greeted his Aunt. She came into the family room and asked, "Did you have a good day? Did you find a way to amuse yourself?" she asked with a warm smile. Arlo blushed. Immediately, he thought, "Oh God! It's like she knows I beat off while sniffing her panties". He was embarrassed and stuttered as he answered her, "Ah. Ah. Yes." He held up his book and said, "Um. I find a good book is always good company." "Yes. We all would be better off if we read more." She looked at her watch and said, "Oh. I have to hurry. I have a date tonight. It's Valentine's Day, but of course, you know that. Will you be okay on your own?" "Yes. I'll order a pizza." Meadow dashed off to shower and changed. Meadow stood in front of the mirror and debated whether she should put on a bra. She wasn't wearing one under her favorite red slinky dress. Her hard nipples pressed obscenely against the clingy fabric. The contours of her areolas and her tight peaks were visible. She decided to be risqué tonight and let the girls be free. "Good thing I have my cashmere wrap," she chuckled. She didn't mean her bare shoulders would need to be covered. She knew that without a bra and wearing this slinky dress, her nipples would be visible to everyone all night. She brought the warp in case she lost her nerve. She slipped on her highest heels, threw the wrap over her arm and walked out of her bedroom. She encountered Arlo. His eyes grew wide as he viewed her. The dress was hot. Her braless breasts were lewd. The way her nipples were visible through the dress was scandalous. His eyes were riveted to her chest. "Wow! That's some dress," he said. "Too much?" she asked. Seeing his expression caused her to re-think her decision to forego the bra. "No. Gorgeous. Beautiful. I was just thinking if you are going to wear that dress you should come with a warning label." "Ahem," he cleared his throat and then did his best Bette Davis imitation, "Fasten your seatbelts. It's going to be a bumpy night." Meadow laughed and said, "Good. It's Valentine's Day. A time to be flirty and sexy. I loved your impression of Bette Davis! I'm surprised you'd know a line from a movie made before you were born." "Um," he shyly admitted, "I don't have many friends. I spend a lot of time with classic movies and books." "Oh." She felt sorry for him. The clock on the mantel chimed. She said, "I need to go." She draped the wrap over her shoulders. Arlo helped her put on her coat and she left to meet her boyfriend for dinner. She drove to the fancy restaurant where she and Ted had agreed to meet. She had a drink and then another while she waited. She called him numerous times and got no answered. She became worried. Ted was a responsible person, a wealthy, well-respected attorney. It was out of character for him to stand her up. "Maybe some thing's happened," she told herself after waiting an hour. She decided to go to his home. She pulled up to his house and walked to the front door. "That's odd. The door is open," she said. She let herself in. She heard noises coming from the den and headed that way. She entered the room and was shocked by what she saw. Her boyfriend was naked and stretched out on the sofa. There were two naked women in the room with him. Their appearance screamed crack whore. The women were gaunt, bags of bones. Their sorry, empty tits sagged down their chest. Meadow looked at their unkempt hair and the dark circles under their eyes and wondered when was the last time they had combed their hair or slept. One woman was snorting cocaine off the glass coffee table and the other was sucking on her boyfriend's dick. "Ted!" Meadow shouted. "What's going on?" "We, we're having a party," he slurred. "Help yourself to some blow." "What?" Meadow screamed. She'd never seen her boyfriend do drugs and certainly not behave like this. Ted laughed. "I got fired today. They discovered I was embezzling money from the firm. I bought some cocaine and decided to get high. I met these two ladies and we've been fucking and snorting for hours. Join us." Meadow was shocked and disgusted. She turned around without saying another word and drove home. The Refuge "Keep the change," Arlo mumbled to the pizza delivery guy. He watched television as he ate his dinner. “9:00, let's see if we can find a good movie, other than sappy chick-flicks” Meadow burst through the door. Arlo went to investigate because he wasn't expecting anyone to come home at this hour. "Oh. It's you, Aunt Meadow," he said. He saw that she'd been crying. A normal person would have asked, "Is everything okay?". Arlo wasn't normal. He didn't ask. She ripped her coat off. The shawl came off with it. She said angrily, "Worse Valentine's Day ever." She kicked off her shoes and bent over at the hips to pick them up. She leaned over so far that Arlo saw her big brown nipples. She showed no hint of caring that she'd flashed her tits to her nephew. She had too many other things on her mind. She marched off quickly to her bedroom. "Whoa. Nipples," Arlo said to himself. That was a first for him. He'd seen pictures of women's breasts but never had he seen an actual one. It gave him a chubby. When she returned. Meadow had a royal blue robe on over her flannel sleeping gown. Her feet were covered by slipper socks. The terry cloth material kept her feet warm and it had a rubber sole. Her faced was scrubbed clean of makeup and her hair tied back into a ponytail. She ignored Arlo and headed straight to the kitchen. She mumbled, "I need a drink." She fixed herself a stiff drink. She downed half of it and refilled her glass. She sat at the kitchen table and brooded about the evening. Arlo could see she was upset. He stayed away giving her a wide berth. Occasionally, he'd turn his head and check on her. When he glanced her way, he saw her sitting at the kitchen table talking to herself and drinking. "Cocaine?" Meadow said. She was appalled by her boyfriend's drug use. Ex-boyfriend. She took a drink. "I've never seen him take drugs," she mused and tossed down the glass and then re-filled it. "Whores? Two prostitutes!" Meadow said. She was disgusted. She guzzled more alcohol. "I gave him my body. I sucked his cock and he cheats on me with two crack whores," she lamented. "He never called to cancel our date. Bastard." Meadow finished her drink and got another. "The bum kept me sitting in the restaurant." She gulped a large amount. "Everyone there knew I had been stood up." She sipped heartily on the whiskey. "I felt like a fool." She drained the glass and got another. "I cared for him!" she wailed. She swallowed her drink. The alcohol burned her throat as it went down. Tears fell from her eyes. Arlo heard his Aunt crying. He ignored her for a long time, but even he was moved by her sobbing. Finally, he went to her and asked, "Wha, what's the matter?" "You mean besides wasting six months of my life dating an embezzler and drug user?" She reached for the bottle to top off her drink and knocked it over. "Fuck!" she cried out and reached for the bottle. Arlo picked up the bottle. She wrenched it out of his hand. When she did, the bottle flew up and hit Arlo in the face. "Ouch," he cried out. He wrestled the bottle away from her. He set the bottle on the counter out of his Aunt's reach. His eye hurt. He rubbed it gently. He said, "Aunt Meadow, don't you think you've had enough?" "I'll be the judge of that," she slurred. She stood and tried to go through Arlo to get to the liquor. She pummeled and scratched him. Arlo was only an average size guy, but he easily stopped her. She was drunk, unsteady and uncoordinated. "Let me by!" she demanded. Arlo stood his ground. Meadow tried to pass him on one side than the other. Then, she stopped. Arlo had been sliding left and right to block her. He hoped her lack of movement meant she'd given up. Meadow looked up at him. She didn't look well. She wasn't well. She hurled. Vomit poured out of her. It splattered on Arlo's face and chest. Some went down his shirt and on his pants. "Oh God!" Arlo cried as he was hit with puke. The sight and putrid smell made him throw up. He raised his hands to block it. His vomit hit his hands and ricocheted onto his arms and shirt. It then dripped down on his pants and the floor. He was a smelly mess. He wanted to leave. He wanted to scream at his aunt, but just  then his own words, “It's noble to sacrifice for the good of others” came back to him, along with the mental image of his grandfather's approving, proud smile. Miraculously, Aunt Meadow was unsoiled. However, she was still drunk and still unsteady. She lost her balance and fell into Arlo. She hugged him to keep from falling over. It didn't work. They both ended up on the floor, rolling around and getting covered in the smelly, slimy puke. Meadow freaked out. She shouted, "Take me to the bathroom! I have to get this off me!" Arlo led the filthy, unsteady woman to the bathroom. "Oh God! The smell!" Meadow complained. She ripped off her robe. She stood there in her nightgown and slurred, "Ya. Y'alls a mess, too. We need tah get them dirty clothes offa ya." She began undressing her nephew. Arlo agreed. The smell was sickening. She helped him remove his shirt and pants. They both tossed their stinky clothing into a the open hamper. He stripped until he was down to his underwear. "Eya stinks. Eyes needs a shaw were," Meadow said. She went to the shower and turned the water on. While she waited for the warm water, she pulled her gown over her head. She was too drunk to do this safely. The gown got stuck when it was half way off. She wasn't wearing anything underneath. Arlo stared at her bare ass. She swayed as she struggled to escape the nightgown. Arlo moved in closed and held her hips. As he feared, she toppled over. He caught her and took a hard elbow to the body. "Pull it off," Meadow demanded. Arlo steadied her with one hand around her waist and used his other hand to pull the nightgown off. He tossed it aside. Meadow cared not a whit that she was naked. Her focus was on getting clean. She stepped into the shower, turning the water on and adjusted the water's temperature. Arlo was right behind her keeping her from falling. Arlo said to himself, ‘Wow. She's naked. Her skin is so soft. I didn't expect a woman in her forties to be this attractive. Meadow lost her balance again and Arlo had to catch her. He wrapped both arms around her to keep her upright. One arm met her breasts. She didn't notice or care. She said nothing about it. Arlo was nervous and scared. He expected to be berated at any moment for touching her boobs. His face blushed bright red. His mind screamed, ‘You're so dead for touching her boobs. She's going to scream at you and tell Mom'. She stood in the stream of warm water. When she didn't say anything, Arlo allowed himself to think about her breasts. He thought, ‘Her boobs are awesome. So big. So soft. Her nipples are sticking out obscenely.'. Her bare rump was pressed against his groin and his dick grew hard. She fidgeted and he had to adjust his grip on her nude body. A hand cupped her right breast. Her head turned to him and he expected the worst. "I'm dirty. I ma need a shower," she said with the simplicity of a six-year-old. Her words stunned him. It took a moment for him to respond. "Aunt Meadow, I'm worried you'll fall if I let go of you." She looked down at the arms around her as if just noticing them; then looked back at him. He had vomit on him. She wrinkled her nose and said, "You smell bad." She turned around and luxuriated in the spray and let the water beat down on her foggy skull. Arlo used this time to study and marvel at her body. This was the first nude woman he'd ever seen. His dick tented his wet shorts. She rinsed all traces of the vomit off her body. Arlo stood behind her. He kept his hands on her to make sure she didn't fall. What he saw astounded him. "She beautiful," he thought as he gazed at her. He loved everything about her. Her long, slender neck leading to her bare back fascinated him. He studied the soft curve of her shoulders and the indentation in the center of her back where her spinal column was. He loved how her broad shoulders swept down to a narrow waist and delightfully flared out at the hips. She had a plump womanly ass. Her back was tanned. Surprisingly, her bottom was too. ‘She suntans in the nude. Cool,' Arlo thought. He stepped back to get a complete view. She had firm thighs, slender calves, and small feet. Her dainty toenails were painted fire engine red. Beautiful. Meadow grabbed the shampoo, squeezed some into her hand and turned about as she worked it into her hair. "Oh!" Arlo gasped. She kept her eyes closed while she worked the shampoo through her hair and thoroughly scrubbed. She didn't seem to care that he was seeing her naked. Arlo studied her front quickly in case this was his only chance. He checked her face to be sure her eyes were still closed. He noticed she had a round face, a thin nose, and full lips. Quickly his eyes stared at her breasts. They sagged. The nipples faced East and West, but he didn't care. They looked wonderful to him. ‘Fuck! This is unbelievable.' Arlo thought. ‘Look at her big tits bounce and shake. She has huge, hard nipples'. His internal conversation continued, ‘God! Look at her cunt. That hair is jet black. The hair on her head is brown. I can see her vulva!' Streams of water ran down her fully tanned, fit body. The water cascaded over her breasts, across her stomach and flattened and separated her pubic hair as it ran down her body. Arlo could see her thick vaginal lips through the soaked, parted hair. Arlo kept his hands on her hips as his eyes devoured her body. It was the first naked woman he'd seen in the flesh and it was as hot and exciting as he'd imagine. Meadow washed and rinsed her hair and then casually washed her body. Arlo hard cock lurched when she soaped her breasts. He almost came when she touched her ass and cunt thoroughly swabbed her most intimate parts. Meadow was in her own world as she scrubbed her body. After she rinsed off, she opened her eyes. They brightened in recognition that Arlo was in the shower too. She wasn't self-conscious about her nudity. In a matter of fact way, she said, "Let's gets y'all cleaned too." She reached out and began washing his upper body. She smirked when she noticed he was in the shower with his underwear on. "This won't do," she said. She pulled his shorts off and giggled when his erection popped into view. She grabbed it and began washing it. "Someone's grown up," she purred. "Ah. Ah," Arlo stammered. "You don't have to do that," he said embarrassed. She grasped his dick, stroked him and asked, "Are you sure you want me to stop?" Arlo was too scared and nervous to speak, but he prayed she'd ignore his protestations. She looked into his eyes and saw a pleading look. "I thought not," she said with a knowing smile. "Oh. Oh," Arlo moaned as she jacked him off. He almost cried when she stopped. She handed him the soap and said, "Clean up." He hurriedly washed the vomit off his body. She stood and smiled watching his erection bounce around. When he was done, she held her hand out and said, "Give me the soap. Your back needs to get washed." He did, then turned his back to her. Then, she soaped up his shoulders, back and under his arms. She set the soap on the dish and wrapped her sudsy hands around both sides of him, then back down to his stiff cock and said, "This needs a little more attention." She soaped up his cock, dropped the soap and resumed beating him off. She pressed her tits into his back and breathed lustily into his ear as she stroked him. His eyes rolled back into his head and she held him steady as he moaned loudly, "Oh!" He came. She held his cock like a hose and directed the blasts of cum against the tile walls of the shower. Meadow laughed and milked his cock until he'd finished. “I gawda fire hose! Where's the fire! Gawd I love my fire hose.” She giggled . “ Hey, who turned my hose off?” She stroked his some more, but then gave up a few seconds later. Then she got quiet and looked around. She turned them both around and rinsed Arlo off as if nothing unusual had happened. Arlo stared at her plump rump and enjoyed the wonderful sensation of his very first handjob as he gasped for air. Meadow, now clean, pushed open the shower door and stepped out. She immediately slipped and fell hard on her ass. "Oh, my God! Are you okay?" Arlo called out. He was worried that she'd hurt herself. He quickly exited and went to her side. She was still inebriated. She said simply, "My bum hurts." To be continued. By regularguy13 for Literotica

Valentines Day Letdowns By regularguy13 – listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Aunt regrets stealing his virginity. She makes it right Thursday night, Feb 13th Harvey Fielding, the aged patriarch of the family stood and looked out with pride at the group sitting around the dinner table. Three generations were present. With him, were his daughter, daughter-In-law, and their remaining families. Harvey's wife was not with them. Unfortunately, she had passed away. So had his son, Harvey junior. They were at his daughter-in-law's house in Richmond, Virginia. Meadow was a widowed woman with a single child. Her daughter, Wendy, was twenty and a sophomore at Randolph-Macon College. Meadow was an only child of two deceased parents. She was raising Wendy, the patriarch's beloved granddaughter.Sitting across from them was his daughter, Breeze, and her family: her husband, Bill and their son, Arlo. The group had enjoyed a good meal. Harvey Fielding said, "I stand here a proud and happy man. These get-togethers are too short and too infrequent." His family murmured their agreement. He continued, "Congratulations Meadow, on being recognized by the National Association of Women Lawyers for the mentoring program you run for high school girls." My departed wife and son, God rest their souls; would be so proud, as would your own departed parents.  You are truly a daughter to me. Everyone raised their glass and congratulated her. Then Harvey said, "Congratulations to Arlo for his scholarship to my favorite school, Randolph-Macon College. If I say so myself, it is an excellent institution of higher learning. I am pleased that you're planning to major in my favorite field; Philosophy and Ethics." Breeze laughed and said good-naturedly, "Father, it looks like you won. Arlo has your temperament. I tried to develop his artistic side, but he has not found his creative art talents yet."  With a mentor like you, he will go far in his studies. "Wendy caught that bug," Meadow said with a laugh. "Maybe you and I were supposed to trade kids." Breeze was a talented artist. She inherited that skill from her mother & father. Like her mother, Breeze could draw, paint and sculpt. She and Bill earned their living selling the art they produced. Harvey dramatically lowered his voice and said, "Arlo, happy as I am that you'll be joining your cousin Wendy at R-MC, unfortunately, I have to report that the quality of the teaching staff there has diminished significantly recently." He was kidding and everyone knew it. They all laughed. He had retired from the college last year after thirty years of teaching philosophy and ethics. Meadow met Harvey junior as college students. Meadow had been a great student in Professor Fielding's classes. She still credit's her philosophy & ethics training for making her a more forceful and persuasive courtroom litigator. He waited for the laughter to die and then said, "And lastly, let us say bon voyage to our travelers. Breeze and Bill are off tomorrow for a well-deserved, ten-day vacation to St. Bart's. While they are having fun in the sun, the rest of us will be suffering through a cold and dreary Virginia February." Breeze said, "I'll send you all photos from the warm and sunny Caribbean." "No thanks," Harvey chirped. "I don't need to see pictures of you two, naked." The family laughed. Bill and Breeze were artists, but they weren't free spirits. Everyone knew them to be serious, shy, quiet souls. They would never frolic naked on a beach or anywhere else for that matter. Harvey waited until he had everyone's attention and then he said, "I will close the night with a quote from a brilliant philosopher." He raised his glass and said, "To alcohol: the cause of, and solution to all the world's problems. At least so says Homer Simpson." Cheers and laughter broke out. Everyone raised their glass and drank. After the meal, Bill and Breeze said their goodbyes. They had to catch an early flight out of Baltimore-Washington Airport and they were spending the night at a hotel near the airport. Breeze hugged her boy and said, "Enjoy the tour of the campus and sitting in on some classes. Promise me you will talk to the other students." She looked concerned. "Ah Mom," Arlo whined. Arlo took after his parents. He too was a shy person. He was naturally quiet, but it was more than that, he was awkward around people and uncomfortable to engage with them. He was not a "people person" and had never had a lot of friends. His behavior was partly due to his timid nature. His upbringing also contributed to his demeanor. When he was young, he only had limited opportunities to interact with other children. He hadn't attended regular school. He was home schooled. His parents taught him what they thought was necessary, and let classic books supplement their efforts. He became a big reader and gravitated to ethics because it was a field of study that suited his nature. He could read and think and pursue it alone. Arlo's opportunity to connect with other kids was hurt by his family's nomadic lifestyle. The family was forced to move to follow artistic projects. He was always the new kid in town and he often moved before anyone got to know him or he got to know them. His parents prayed he would outgrow his shyness. They hoped that college would be that time. Wendy was the next person to say her goodbyes. She was returning to school. "Bye Mom," Wendy said. "My sorority is having an event." Meadow knew that was code for ‘I have a party to go to'. She was fine with that. Wendy was a good girl and she kept her grades up. However, she felt they should give her nephew an opportunity to attend the party. She said, "Wendy, why don't you take Arlo with you?" Wendy was planning to hook up with her boyfriend. She didn't want to be stuck with her nerdy cousin. However, she knew she couldn't object outright. She decided to roll the dice and invite him. She was betting his shy nature would cause him to decline. "Arlo," Wendy asked brightly. "Would you like to go? There's a party tonight. Lots of people will be there." Arlo started to sweat. Crowds and parties scared him. He stammered as he responded, "Ah. Ah. No, thank you. Gramps and I were planning to discuss ethics." Wendy smiled. She was happy her plan had worked and she when off to the party unencumbered. Meadow cleaned up and headed off to bed. It had been a long day for her. Harvey and Arlo had an enjoyable time discussing philosophy and ethics. Harvey played the role of Socratic professor. During their conversation, he asked, "Arlo, what does it mean to be good." Arlo spoke clearly. “First one must settle his convictions of what ‘good' is.” He was comfortable talking to his grandfather and very comfort talking about ethics. He gave the textbook answer. "To be honest, courageous, respectful and concerned about others. To be a good citizen. Obey just laws, protect what is under your care, be informed and be involved with society." "Why should we strive to live by these standards?" the old professor asked. "Our world would be unpleasant and chaotic if we didn't. We'd be miserable if everyone lied and cheated and was mean to each another. If people acted on their baser instincts of greed and self-interest, we couldn't build a functioning society. It is noble to sacrifice for the greater good of others" "Do you believe the goals of humans are joy, happiness, and contentment and the best way to achieve these goals is ethical behavior?" Arlo nodded. "I agree also," Harvey said. "Now, how do we get there?" They discussed different versions of ethical theory. Arlo was a proponent of one theory. His Grandfather favored another. Harvey summed up his argument this way. He said, "As you know, in consequential ethics, the outcome determines the morality of the act." Arlo interjected, "For you, the end justifies the mean. Do you really believe there are no standards of behavior that should be upheld?" "Yes and no," Harvey conceded. "The thing that makes an action right or wrong is the consequences of the action. Being truthful is a noble goal, but I believe it is okay to lie sometimes." "But a lie is a lie," Arlo stated. For him, everything was black or white; idealistic. "Yes, a lie is a lie," Harvey agreed. "But a lie can be a good thing. Consider this scenario, an overweight wife asks her husband if her butt is too big. Which is the better choice? If he's truthful and says "Yes, dear. You're fat." He hurt her feelings. If he lies and says, "No. You look fine." She is happy and believe me, it increases the husband's happiness too." "That's an innocent lie," Arlo pointed out. "You need to be truthful about significant things." "Like life or death issues?" "Certainly." Harvey said, "What would you do in this circumstance? A criminal breaks into your home. He demands to know if anyone else in the house?. You know your mother is upstairs. Do you tell him? Or do you attempt to protect her and say 'I'm the only one here.'" "I lie to protect my mother," Arlo answered. "Exactly," Harvey said. "It is acceptable, I would argue necessary at times, to break the moral code to be moral. The essence of morality is determined by the outcome of the act. One cannot blindly follow a set of precepts and expect to achieve good results." Arlo said, "You make a good argument for your system, but I still have problems with it. Many people believe in God and follow the Ten Commandments. That is a good thing for them and society. They would say you are replacing God's law with man's judgment. Religious people won't like that. And considering the nature of man, won't a man always find a way to justify his behavior? "And isn't it a better, simpler and faster method of moral behavior to have standards and to live by them? I can see the world grinding to a halt as we all say 'Time out. I need to do a moral calculation of all my possible actions to see which is best for the greatest number of people.'" Harvey laughed and said, "This is exactly why I find ethics so fascinating. Lying is bad. You should strive to always tell the truth unless the situation dictates that a lie is the better choice. You should follow God's laws except when you know better. The end justifies the mean except when it causes you to break some moral code." Harvey smiled good-naturedly and said, "Another reason I find Ethics so fascinating is because it is the perfect excuse to argue and drink; two of my favorite things." Harvey stood and finished his drink. He was impressed with his grandson's grasp of the subject and his intellect. He leaned in close so Meadow couldn't hear from the other room. "Arlo, I'll leave you with one more question that may push you to my side. If the tip of your dick is resting on the labia of a beautiful and willing female, would you lie to her so both of you could enjoy out of this world sex? "Let's say she pauses and asks if you love her. What are you going to say? "In my scenario, you like her, but you aren't in love with her. If you are completely honest, you and she miss out on a wonderful experience. You deny each other the joy of great sex.” Arlo said with confidence. "Ethics is about good and evil, right and wrong. If the goal of your actions is the greatest good for the greatest number, then you must lie and fuck her. To needlessly uphold a rigid, abstract standard in this situation serves no purpose, correct?" Harvey walked away. He grabbed his coat and returned to his house. Arlo went to bed. He laid on the floral sheets and pondered the last question his grandfather put to him. His dick was hard and thought the answer was obvious. Friday, February 14th Aunt Meadow and Arlo had breakfast together. She said, "Today's the big day. So, you're going to sit in on some classes?" He nodded to avoid speaking. They left at the same time. He went to the college to tour the campus and she went to prosecute a child molester. Arlo returned to this Aunt's house late-afternoon. No one was there. He watched television. "Indiana Jones, you rock," Arlo said. He had just watched the movie "Raiders of the Lost Ark". It was his favorite movie. In his dreams, he was the handsome, swashbuckling hero. He won the girl and saved the day. In real life, he was a shy eighteen-year-old who was awkward around people and especially timid and nervous around females. Needless to say, he didn't date and he was a virgin. He walked into the bathroom and said, "I love indoor plumbing." He peed in the toilet, flushed and said, "Why do my parents put up with a smelly, camper toilet when if we lived like normal people we could all use this wonderful, hygienic device?" Since his parents moved frequently to work on commissioned art project, they lived in a camper that they pulled by an SUV. "How about a shower?" he asked rhetorically. He answered himself continuing to talk out loud. "That sounds good. A nice, long, hot shower. Another marvelous experience denied to trailer people." Arlo undressed. He dropped his clothes in a pile on the floor. He said, "Oh. They have a hamper." He left his clothes on the floor and went to the wicker container. He flipped open the top. He saw a sexy black, lacy bra and a pair of panties. "Whoa!" He picked up the bra. He had never seen something so beautiful, so sexy, and certainly never on a live girl. He was not the kind of guy who could seduce a woman. None of his mother's bras were like this one. She was a petite woman with small breasts. She usually didn't bother with one because she didn't need to. If she wore one, they were soft, stretchy bandeau tube style bras. Functional. Not sexy. "36C," he snickered as he read the label. "She certainly is the big aunt." He examined the cups and fingered the lace. His dick got hard thinking about the soft flesh that filled them. Next, he picked up the underwear. It also had lace and was alluring. He studied it and did the unthinkable. He brought the crotch to his nose and sniffed. "Oh! Um." He was overwhelmed with the acrid, musky odor of a woman. His dick twitched and grew hard. He said, "Aunt Meadow wore these! This is her scent." He held the panties to his nose with his left hand and stroked his dick with his right. "Umm," he groaned breathing deeply. He looked around for something to use as a lubricant. He spied hand lotion on the counter by the sink. He pumped a large amount on his hand and masturbated. He sniffed the panties, stroked his cock and kept thinking about how this article of clothing had been pressed up against a woman's cunt. "Oh! Oh! God!" he called out as he came in the sink. He dropped the panties and gripped the counter for support as he jacked off into the basin. "Oh! Fuck," he cried as the last of his spunk landed in the sink. His heart was pounding and his breathing was ragged. He rested a bit and then turned on the tap and cleaned up. He sent his cum down the drain. He returned the sexy underwear to the dirty clothes hamper and hopped in the shower. He shampooed his hair and scrubbed his body hard. He was trying to wash away the sin of masturbation made worse by sniffing his Aunt's soiled underwear. Hours later, Meadow shouted, "Hello, Arlo" as she entered her home. Arlo had been reading a book. He stood and silently greeted his Aunt. She came into the family room and asked, "Did you have a good day? Did you find a way to amuse yourself?" she asked with a warm smile. Arlo blushed. Immediately, he thought, "Oh God! It's like she knows I beat off while sniffing her panties". He was embarrassed and stuttered as he answered her, "Ah. Ah. Yes." He held up his book and said, "Um. I find a good book is always good company." "Yes. We all would be better off if we read more." She looked at her watch and said, "Oh. I have to hurry. I have a date tonight. It's Valentine's Day, but of course, you know that. Will you be okay on your own?" "Yes. I'll order a pizza." Meadow dashed off to shower and changed. Meadow stood in front of the mirror and debated whether she should put on a bra. She wasn't wearing one under her favorite red slinky dress. Her hard nipples pressed obscenely against the clingy fabric. The contours of her areolas and her tight peaks were visible. She decided to be risqué tonight and let the girls be free. "Good thing I have my cashmere wrap," she chuckled. She didn't mean her bare shoulders would need to be covered. She knew that without a bra and wearing this slinky dress, her nipples would be visible to everyone all night. She brought the warp in case she lost her nerve. She slipped on her highest heels, threw the wrap over her arm and walked out of her bedroom. She encountered Arlo. His eyes grew wide as he viewed her. The dress was hot. Her braless breasts were lewd. The way her nipples were visible through the dress was scandalous. His eyes were riveted to her chest. "Wow! That's some dress," he said. "Too much?" she asked. Seeing his expression caused her to re-think her decision to forego the bra. "No. Gorgeous. Beautiful. I was just thinking if you are going to wear that dress you should come with a warning label." "Ahem," he cleared his throat and then did his best Bette Davis imitation, "Fasten your seatbelts. It's going to be a bumpy night." Meadow laughed and said, "Good. It's Valentine's Day. A time to be flirty and sexy. I loved your impression of Bette Davis! I'm surprised you'd know a line from a movie made before you were born." "Um," he shyly admitted, "I don't have many friends. I spend a lot of time with classic movies and books." "Oh." She felt sorry for him. The clock on the mantel chimed. She said, "I need to go." She draped the wrap over her shoulders. Arlo helped her put on her coat and she left to meet her boyfriend for dinner. She drove to the fancy restaurant where she and Ted had agreed to meet. She had a drink and then another while she waited. She called him numerous times and got no answered. She became worried. Ted was a responsible person, a wealthy, well-respected attorney. It was out of character for him to stand her up. "Maybe some thing's happened," she told herself after waiting an hour. She decided to go to his home. She pulled up to his house and walked to the front door. "That's odd. The door is open," she said. She let herself in. She heard noises coming from the den and headed that way. She entered the room and was shocked by what she saw. Her boyfriend was naked and stretched out on the sofa. There were two naked women in the room with him. Their appearance screamed crack whore. The women were gaunt, bags of bones. Their sorry, empty tits sagged down their chest. Meadow looked at their unkempt hair and the dark circles under their eyes and wondered when was the last time they had combed their hair or slept. One woman was snorting cocaine off the glass coffee table and the other was sucking on her boyfriend's dick. "Ted!" Meadow shouted. "What's going on?" "We, we're having a party," he slurred. "Help yourself to some blow." "What?" Meadow screamed. She'd never seen her boyfriend do drugs and certainly not behave like this. Ted laughed. "I got fired today. They discovered I was embezzling money from the firm. I bought some cocaine and decided to get high. I met these two ladies and we've been fucking and snorting for hours. Join us." Meadow was shocked and disgusted. She turned around without saying another word and drove home. The Refuge "Keep the change," Arlo mumbled to the pizza delivery guy. He watched television as he ate his dinner. “9:00, let's see if we can find a good movie, other than sappy chick-flicks” Meadow burst through the door. Arlo went to investigate because he wasn't expecting anyone to come home at this hour. "Oh. It's you, Aunt Meadow," he said. He saw that she'd been crying. A normal person would have asked, "Is everything okay?". Arlo wasn't normal. He didn't ask. She ripped her coat off. The shawl came off with it. She said angrily, "Worse Valentine's Day ever." She kicked off her shoes and bent over at the hips to pick them up. She leaned over so far that Arlo saw her big brown nipples. She showed no hint of caring that she'd flashed her tits to her nephew. She had too many other things on her mind. She marched off quickly to her bedroom. "Whoa. Nipples," Arlo said to himself. That was a first for him. He'd seen pictures of women's breasts but never had he seen an actual one. It gave him a chubby. When she returned. Meadow had a royal blue robe on over her flannel sleeping gown. Her feet were covered by slipper socks. The terry cloth material kept her feet warm and it had a rubber sole. Her faced was scrubbed clean of makeup and her hair tied back into a ponytail. She ignored Arlo and headed straight to the kitchen. She mumbled, "I need a drink." She fixed herself a stiff drink. She downed half of it and refilled her glass. She sat at the kitchen table and brooded about the evening. Arlo could see she was upset. He stayed away giving her a wide berth. Occasionally, he'd turn his head and check on her. When he glanced her way, he saw her sitting at the kitchen table talking to herself and drinking. "Cocaine?" Meadow said. She was appalled by her boyfriend's drug use. Ex-boyfriend. She took a drink. "I've never seen him take drugs," she mused and tossed down the glass and then re-filled it. "Whores? Two prostitutes!" Meadow said. She was disgusted. She guzzled more alcohol. "I gave him my body. I sucked his cock and he cheats on me with two crack whores," she lamented. "He never called to cancel our date. Bastard." Meadow finished her drink and got another. "The bum kept me sitting in the restaurant." She gulped a large amount. "Everyone there knew I had been stood up." She sipped heartily on the whiskey. "I felt like a fool." She drained the glass and got another. "I cared for him!" she wailed. She swallowed her drink. The alcohol burned her throat as it went down. Tears fell from her eyes. Arlo heard his Aunt crying. He ignored her for a long time, but even he was moved by her sobbing. Finally, he went to her and asked, "Wha, what's the matter?" "You mean besides wasting six months of my life dating an embezzler and drug user?" She reached for the bottle to top off her drink and knocked it over. "Fuck!" she cried out and reached for the bottle. Arlo picked up the bottle. She wrenched it out of his hand. When she did, the bottle flew up and hit Arlo in the face. "Ouch," he cried out. He wrestled the bottle away from her. He set the bottle on the counter out of his Aunt's reach. His eye hurt. He rubbed it gently. He said, "Aunt Meadow, don't you think you've had enough?" "I'll be the judge of that," she slurred. She stood and tried to go through Arlo to get to the liquor. She pummeled and scratched him. Arlo was only an average size guy, but he easily stopped her. She was drunk, unsteady and uncoordinated. "Let me by!" she demanded. Arlo stood his ground. Meadow tried to pass him on one side than the other. Then, she stopped. Arlo had been sliding left and right to block her. He hoped her lack of movement meant she'd given up. Meadow looked up at him. She didn't look well. She wasn't well. She hurled. Vomit poured out of her. It splattered on Arlo's face and chest. Some went down his shirt and on his pants. "Oh God!" Arlo cried as he was hit with puke. The sight and putrid smell made him throw up. He raised his hands to block it. His vomit hit his hands and ricocheted onto his arms and shirt. It then dripped down on his pants and the floor. He was a smelly mess. He wanted to leave. He wanted to scream at his aunt, but just  then his own words, “It's noble to sacrifice for the good of others” came back to him, along with the mental image of his grandfather's approving, proud smile. Miraculously, Aunt Meadow was unsoiled. However, she was still drunk and still unsteady. She lost her balance and fell into Arlo. She hugged him to keep from falling over. It didn't work. They both ended up on the floor, rolling around and getting covered in the smelly, slimy puke. Meadow freaked out. She shouted, "Take me to the bathroom! I have to get this off me!" Arlo led the filthy, unsteady woman to the bathroom. "Oh God! The smell!" Meadow complained. She ripped off her robe. She stood there in her nightgown and slurred, "Ya. Y'alls a mess, too. We need tah get them dirty clothes offa ya." She began undressing her nephew. Arlo agreed. The smell was sickening. She helped him remove his shirt and pants. They both tossed their stinky clothing into a the open hamper. He stripped until he was down to his underwear. "Eya stinks. Eyes needs a shaw were," Meadow said. She went to the shower and turned the water on. While she waited for the warm water, she pulled her gown over her head. She was too drunk to do this safely. The gown got stuck when it was half way off. She wasn't wearing anything underneath. Arlo stared at her bare ass. She swayed as she struggled to escape the nightgown. Arlo moved in closed and held her hips. As he feared, she toppled over. He caught her and took a hard elbow to the body. "Pull it off," Meadow demanded. Arlo steadied her with one hand around her waist and used his other hand to pull the nightgown off. He tossed it aside. Meadow cared not a whit that she was naked. Her focus was on getting clean. She stepped into the shower, turning the water on and adjusted the water's temperature. Arlo was right behind her keeping her from falling. Arlo said to himself, ‘Wow. She's naked. Her skin is so soft. I didn't expect a woman in her forties to be this attractive. Meadow lost her balance again and Arlo had to catch her. He wrapped both arms around her to keep her upright. One arm met her breasts. She didn't notice or care. She said nothing about it. Arlo was nervous and scared. He expected to be berated at any moment for touching her boobs. His face blushed bright red. His mind screamed, ‘You're so dead for touching her boobs. She's going to scream at you and tell Mom'. She stood in the stream of warm water. When she didn't say anything, Arlo allowed himself to think about her breasts. He thought, ‘Her boobs are awesome. So big. So soft. Her nipples are sticking out obscenely.'. Her bare rump was pressed against his groin and his dick grew hard. She fidgeted and he had to adjust his grip on her nude body. A hand cupped her right breast. Her head turned to him and he expected the worst. "I'm dirty. I ma need a shower," she said with the simplicity of a six-year-old. Her words stunned him. It took a moment for him to respond. "Aunt Meadow, I'm worried you'll fall if I let go of you." She looked down at the arms around her as if just noticing them; then looked back at him. He had vomit on him. She wrinkled her nose and said, "You smell bad." She turned around and luxuriated in the spray and let the water beat down on her foggy skull. Arlo used this time to study and marvel at her body. This was the first nude woman he'd ever seen. His dick tented his wet shorts. She rinsed all traces of the vomit off her body. Arlo stood behind her. He kept his hands on her to make sure she didn't fall. What he saw astounded him. "She beautiful," he thought as he gazed at her. He loved everything about her. Her long, slender neck leading to her bare back fascinated him. He studied the soft curve of her shoulders and the indentation in the center of her back where her spinal column was. He loved how her broad shoulders swept down to a narrow waist and delightfully flared out at the hips. She had a plump womanly ass. Her back was tanned. Surprisingly, her bottom was too. ‘She suntans in the nude. Cool,' Arlo thought. He stepped back to get a complete view. She had firm thighs, slender calves, and small feet. Her dainty toenails were painted fire engine red. Beautiful. Meadow grabbed the shampoo, squeezed some into her hand and turned about as she worked it into her hair. "Oh!" Arlo gasped. She kept her eyes closed while she worked the shampoo through her hair and thoroughly scrubbed. She didn't seem to care that he was seeing her naked. Arlo studied her front quickly in case this was his only chance. He checked her face to be sure her eyes were still closed. He noticed she had a round face, a thin nose, and full lips. Quickly his eyes stared at her breasts. They sagged. The nipples faced East and West, but he didn't care. They looked wonderful to him. ‘Fuck! This is unbelievable.' Arlo thought. ‘Look at her big tits bounce and shake. She has huge, hard nipples'. His internal conversation continued, ‘God! Look at her cunt. That hair is jet black. The hair on her head is brown. I can see her vulva!' Streams of water ran down her fully tanned, fit body. The water cascaded over her breasts, across her stomach and flattened and separated her pubic hair as it ran down her body. Arlo could see her thick vaginal lips through the soaked, parted hair. Arlo kept his hands on her hips as his eyes devoured her body. It was the first naked woman he'd seen in the flesh and it was as hot and exciting as he'd imagine. Meadow washed and rinsed her hair and then casually washed her body. Arlo hard cock lurched when she soaped her breasts. He almost came when she touched her ass and cunt thoroughly swabbed her most intimate parts. Meadow was in her own world as she scrubbed her body. After she rinsed off, she opened her eyes. They brightened in recognition that Arlo was in the shower too. She wasn't self-conscious about her nudity. In a matter of fact way, she said, "Let's gets y'all cleaned too." She reached out and began washing his upper body. She smirked when she noticed he was in the shower with his underwear on. "This won't do," she said. She pulled his shorts off and giggled when his erection popped into view. She grabbed it and began washing it. "Someone's grown up," she purred. "Ah. Ah," Arlo stammered. "You don't have to do that," he said embarrassed. She grasped his dick, stroked him and asked, "Are you sure you want me to stop?" Arlo was too scared and nervous to speak, but he prayed she'd ignore his protestations. She looked into his eyes and saw a pleading look. "I thought not," she said with a knowing smile. "Oh. Oh," Arlo moaned as she jacked him off. He almost cried when she stopped. She handed him the soap and said, "Clean up." He hurriedly washed the vomit off his body. She stood and smiled watching his erection bounce around. When he was done, she held her hand out and said, "Give me the soap. Your back needs to get washed." He did, then turned his back to her. Then, she soaped up his shoulders, back and under his arms. She set the soap on the dish and wrapped her sudsy hands around both sides of him, then back down to his stiff cock and said, "This needs a little more attention." She soaped up his cock, dropped the soap and resumed beating him off. She pressed her tits into his back and breathed lustily into his ear as she stroked him. His eyes rolled back into his head and she held him steady as he moaned loudly, "Oh!" He came. She held his cock like a hose and directed the blasts of cum against the tile walls of the shower. Meadow laughed and milked his cock until he'd finished. “I gawda fire hose! Where's the fire! Gawd I love my fire hose.” She giggled . “ Hey, who turned my hose off?” She stroked his some more, but then gave up a few seconds later. Then she got quiet and looked around. She turned them both around and rinsed Arlo off as if nothing unusual had happened. Arlo stared at her plump rump and enjoyed the wonderful sensation of his very first handjob as he gasped for air. Meadow, now clean, pushed open the shower door and stepped out. She immediately slipped and fell hard on her ass. "Oh, my God! Are you okay?" Arlo called out. He was worried that she'd hurt herself. He quickly exited and went to her side. She was still inebriated. She said simply, "My bum hurts." To be continued. By regularguy13 for Literotica

Valentines Day LetdownsBy regularguy13 – listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.Aunt regrets stealing his virginity. She makes it rightThursday night, Feb 13thHarvey Fielding, the aged patriarch of the family stood and looked out with pride at the group sitting around the dinner table. Three generations were present. With him, were his daughter, daughter-In-law, and their remaining families. Harvey’s wife was not with them. Unfortunately, she had passed away. So had his son, Harvey junior.They were at his daughter-in-law's house in Richmond, Virginia. Meadow was a widowed woman with a single child. Her daughter, Wendy, was twenty and a sophomore at Randolph-Macon College. Meadow was an only child of two deceased parents. She was raising Wendy, the patriarch's beloved granddaughter.Sitting across from them was his daughter, Breeze, and her family: her husband, Bill and their son, Arlo.The group had enjoyed a good meal.Harvey Fielding said, “I stand here a proud and happy man. These get-togethers are too short and too infrequent.”His family murmured their agreement.He continued, “Congratulations Meadow, on being recognized by the National Association of Women Lawyers for the mentoring program you run for high school girls.” My departed wife and son, God rest their souls; would be so proud, as would your own departed parents.  You are truly a daughter to me.Everyone raised their glass and congratulated her. Then Harvey said, “Congratulations to Arlo for his scholarship to my favorite school, Randolph-Macon College. If I say so myself, it is an excellent institution of higher learning. I am pleased that you’re planning to major in my favorite field; Philosophy and Ethics.”Breeze laughed and said good-naturedly, “Father, it looks like you won. Arlo has your temperament. I tried to develop his artistic side, but he has not found his creative art talents yet.”  With a mentor like you, he will go far in his studies.“Wendy caught that bug,” Meadow said with a laugh. “Maybe you and I were supposed to trade kids.”Breeze was a talented artist. She inherited that skill from her mother & father. Like her mother, Breeze could draw, paint and sculpt. She and Bill earned their living selling the art they produced.Harvey dramatically lowered his voice and said, “Arlo, happy as I am that you’ll be joining your cousin Wendy at R-MC, unfortunately, I have to report that the quality of the teaching staff there has diminished significantly recently.”He was kidding and everyone knew it. They all laughed. He had retired from the college last year after thirty years of teaching philosophy and ethics. Meadow met Harvey junior as college students. Meadow had been a great student in Professor Fielding's classes. She still credit's her philosophy & ethics training for making her a more forceful and persuasive courtroom litigator.He waited for the laughter to die and then said, “And lastly, let us say bon voyage to our travelers. Breeze and Bill are off tomorrow for a well-deserved, ten-day vacation to St. Bart’s. While they are having fun in the sun, the rest of us will be suffering through a cold and dreary Virginia February.”Breeze said, “I’ll send you all photos from the warm and sunny Caribbean.”“No thanks,” Harvey chirped. “I don’t need to see pictures of you two, naked.”The family laughed. Bill and Breeze were artists, but they weren’t free spirits. Everyone knew them to be serious, shy, quiet souls. They would never frolic naked on a beach or anywhere else for that matter.Harvey waited until he had everyone’s attention and then he said, “I will close the night with a quote from a brilliant philosopher.” He raised his glass and said, “To alcohol: the cause of, and solution to all the world’s problems. At least so says Homer Simpson.”Cheers and laughter broke out. Everyone raised their glass and drank.After the meal, Bill and Breeze said their goodbyes. They had to catch an early flight out of Baltimore-Washington Airport and they were spending the night at a hotel near the airport.Breeze hugged her boy and said, “Enjoy the tour of the campus and sitting in on some classes. Promise me you will talk to the other students.” She looked concerned.“Ah Mom,” Arlo whined.Arlo took after his parents. He too was a shy person. He was naturally quiet, but it was more than that, he was awkward around people and uncomfortable to engage with them. He was not a “people person” and had never had a lot of friends.His behavior was partly due to his timid nature. His upbringing also contributed to his demeanor. When he was young, he only had limited opportunities to interact with other children. He hadn’t attended regular school. He was home schooled.His parents taught him what they thought was necessary, and let classic books supplement their efforts. He became a big reader and gravitated to ethics because it was a field of study that suited his nature. He could read and think and pursue it alone.Arlo’s opportunity to connect with other kids was hurt by his family’s nomadic lifestyle. The family was forced to move to follow artistic projects. He was always the new kid in town and he often moved before anyone got to know him or he got to know them.His parents prayed he would outgrow his shyness. They hoped that college would be that time.Wendy was the next person to say her goodbyes. She was returning to school.“Bye Mom,” Wendy said. “My sorority is having an event.”Meadow knew that was code for ‘I have a party to go to'. She was fine with that. Wendy was a good girl and she kept her grades up. However, she felt they should give her nephew an opportunity to attend the party.She said, “Wendy, why don’t you take Arlo with you?”Wendy was planning to hook up with her boyfriend. She didn’t want to be stuck with her nerdy cousin. However, she knew she couldn’t object outright. She decided to roll the dice and invite him. She was betting his shy nature would cause him to decline.“Arlo,” Wendy asked brightly. “Would you like to go? There’s a party tonight. Lots of people will be there.”Arlo started to sweat. Crowds and parties scared him. He stammered as he responded, “Ah. Ah. No, thank you. Gramps and I were planning to discuss ethics.”Wendy smiled. She was happy her plan had worked and she when off to the party unencumbered.Meadow cleaned up and headed off to bed. It had been a long day for her.Harvey and Arlo had an enjoyable time discussing philosophy and ethics. Harvey played the role of Socratic professor. During their conversation, he asked,“Arlo, what does it mean to be good.”Arlo spoke clearly. “First one must settle his convictions of what ‘good' is.” He was comfortable talking to his grandfather and very comfort talking about ethics. He gave the textbook answer. “To be honest, courageous, respectful and concerned about others. To be a good citizen. Obey just laws, protect what is under your care, be informed and be involved with society.”“Why should we strive to live by these standards?” the old professor asked.“Our world would be unpleasant and chaotic if we didn’t. We’d be miserable if everyone lied and cheated and was mean to each another. If people acted on their baser instincts of greed and self-interest, we couldn’t build a functioning society. It is noble to sacrifice for the greater good of others”“Do you believe the goals of humans are joy, happiness, and contentment and the best way to achieve these goals is ethical behavior?”Arlo nodded.“I agree also,” Harvey said. “Now, how do we get there?”They discussed different versions of ethical theory. Arlo was a proponent of one theory. His Grandfather favored another.Harvey summed up his argument this way. He said, “As you know, in consequential ethics, the outcome determines the morality of the act.”Arlo interjected, “For you, the end justifies the mean. Do you really believe there are no standards of behavior that should be upheld?”“Yes and no,” Harvey conceded. “The thing that makes an action right or wrong is the consequences of the action. Being truthful is a noble goal, but I believe it is okay to lie sometimes.”“But a lie is a lie,” Arlo stated. For him, everything was black or white; idealistic.“Yes, a lie is a lie,” Harvey agreed. “But a lie can be a good thing. Consider this scenario, an overweight wife asks her husband if her butt is too big. Which is the better choice? If he’s truthful and says "Yes, dear. You’re fat.” He hurt her feelings. If he lies and says, “No. You look fine.” She is happy and believe me, it increases the husband’s happiness too.“"That’s an innocent lie,” Arlo pointed out. “You need to be truthful about significant things.”“Like life or death issues?”“Certainly.”Harvey said, “What would you do in this circumstance? A criminal breaks into your home. He demands to know if anyone else in the house?. You know your mother is upstairs. Do you tell him? Or do you attempt to protect her and say ‘I’m the only one here.’”“I lie to protect my mother,” Arlo answered.“Exactly,” Harvey said. “It is acceptable, I would argue necessary at times, to break the moral code to be moral. The essence of morality is determined by the outcome of the act. One cannot blindly follow a set of precepts and expect to achieve good results.”Arlo said, “You make a good argument for your system, but I still have problems with it. Many people believe in God and follow the Ten Commandments. That is a good thing for them and society. They would say you are replacing God’s law with man’s judgment. Religious people won’t like that. And considering the nature of man, won’t a man always find a way to justify his behavior?"And isn’t it a better, simpler and faster method of moral behavior to have standards and to live by them? I can see the world grinding to a halt as we all say 'Time out. I need to do a moral calculation of all my possible actions to see which is best for the greatest number of people.’”Harvey laughed and said, “This is exactly why I find ethics so fascinating. Lying is bad. You should strive to always tell the truth unless the situation dictates that a lie is the better choice. You should follow God’s laws except when you know better. The end justifies the mean except when it causes you to break some moral code.”Harvey smiled good-naturedly and said, “Another reason I find Ethics so fascinating is because it is the perfect excuse to argue and drink; two of my favorite things.”Harvey stood and finished his drink. He was impressed with his grandson’s grasp of the subject and his intellect. He leaned in close so Meadow couldn't hear from the other room. “Arlo, I’ll leave you with one more question that may push you to my side. If the tip of your dick is resting on the labia of a beautiful and willing female, would you lie to her so both of you could enjoy out of this world sex?"Let’s say she pauses and asks if you love her. What are you going to say?"In my scenario, you like her, but you aren’t in love with her. If you are completely honest, you and she miss out on a wonderful experience. You deny each other the joy of great sex.” Arlo said with confidence. "Ethics is about good and evil, right and wrong. If the goal of your actions is the greatest good for the greatest number, then you must lie and fuck her. To needlessly uphold a rigid, abstract standard in this situation serves no purpose, correct?”Harvey walked away. He grabbed his coat and returned to his house. Arlo went to bed. He laid on the floral sheets and pondered the last question his grandfather put to him. His dick was hard and thought the answer was obvious.Friday, February 14thAunt Meadow and Arlo had breakfast together. She said, “Today’s the big day. So, you’re going to sit in on some classes?”He nodded to avoid speaking.They left at the same time. He went to the college to tour the campus and she went to prosecute a child molester.Arlo returned to this Aunt’s house late-afternoon. No one was there. He watched television.“Indiana Jones, you rock,” Arlo said.He had just watched the movie “Raiders of the Lost Ark”. It was his favorite movie. In his dreams, he was the handsome, swashbuckling hero. He won the girl and saved the day. In real life, he was a shy eighteen-year-old who was awkward around people and especially timid and nervous around females. Needless to say, he didn’t date and he was a virgin.He walked into the bathroom and said, “I love indoor plumbing.”He peed in the toilet, flushed and said, “Why do my parents put up with a smelly, camper toilet when if we lived like normal people we could all use this wonderful, hygienic device?”Since his parents moved frequently to work on commissioned art project, they lived in a camper that they pulled by an SUV.“How about a shower?” he asked rhetorically.He answered himself continuing to talk out loud. “That sounds good. A nice, long, hot shower. Another marvelous experience denied to trailer people.”Arlo undressed. He dropped his clothes in a pile on the floor.He said, “Oh. They have a hamper.”He left his clothes on the floor and went to the wicker container. He flipped open the top. He saw a sexy black, lacy bra and a pair of panties.“Whoa!”He picked up the bra. He had never seen something so beautiful, so sexy, and certainly never on a live girl. He was not the kind of guy who could seduce a woman.None of his mother’s bras were like this one. She was a petite woman with small breasts. She usually didn’t bother with one because she didn’t need to. If she wore one, they were soft, stretchy bandeau tube style bras. Functional. Not sexy.“36C,” he snickered as he read the label. “She certainly is the big aunt.”He examined the cups and fingered the lace. His dick got hard thinking about the soft flesh that filled them. Next, he picked up the underwear. It also had lace and was alluring. He studied it and did the unthinkable. He brought the crotch to his nose and sniffed.“Oh! Um.”He was overwhelmed with the acrid, musky odor of a woman. His dick twitched and grew hard. He said, “Aunt Meadow wore these! This is her scent.”He held the panties to his nose with his left hand and stroked his dick with his right.“Umm,” he groaned breathing deeply.He looked around for something to use as a lubricant. He spied hand lotion on the counter by the sink. He pumped a large amount on his hand and masturbated. He sniffed the panties, stroked his cock and kept thinking about how this article of clothing had been pressed up against a woman’s cunt.“Oh! Oh! God!” he called out as he came in the sink. He dropped the panties and gripped the counter for support as he jacked off into the basin.“Oh! Fuck,” he cried as the last of his spunk landed in the sink. His heart was pounding and his breathing was ragged. He rested a bit and then turned on the tap and cleaned up. He sent his cum down the drain.He returned the sexy underwear to the dirty clothes hamper and hopped in the shower. He shampooed his hair and scrubbed his body hard. He was trying to wash away the sin of masturbation made worse by sniffing his Aunt’s soiled underwear.Hours later, Meadow shouted, “Hello, Arlo” as she entered her home.Arlo had been reading a book. He stood and silently greeted his Aunt.She came into the family room and asked, “Did you have a good day? Did you find a way to amuse yourself?” she asked with a warm smile.Arlo blushed. Immediately, he thought, “Oh God! It’s like she knows I beat off while sniffing her panties”. He was embarrassed and stuttered as he answered her, “Ah. Ah. Yes.”He held up his book and said, “Um. I find a good book is always good company.”“Yes. We all would be better off if we read more.”She looked at her watch and said, “Oh. I have to hurry. I have a date tonight. It’s Valentine’s Day, but of course, you know that. Will you be okay on your own?”“Yes. I’ll order a pizza.”Meadow dashed off to shower and changed.Meadow stood in front of the mirror and debated whether she should put on a bra. She wasn’t wearing one under her favorite red slinky dress. Her hard nipples pressed obscenely against the clingy fabric. The contours of her areolas and her tight peaks were visible. She decided to be risqué tonight and let the girls be free.“Good thing I have my cashmere wrap,” she chuckled. She didn’t mean her bare shoulders would need to be covered. She knew that without a bra and wearing this slinky dress, her nipples would be visible to everyone all night. She brought the warp in case she lost her nerve.She slipped on her highest heels, threw the wrap over her arm and walked out of her bedroom. She encountered Arlo. His eyes grew wide as he viewed her. The dress was hot. Her braless breasts were lewd. The way her nipples were visible through the dress was scandalous. His eyes were riveted to her chest.“Wow! That’s some dress,” he said.“Too much?” she asked. Seeing his expression caused her to re-think her decision to forego the bra.“No. Gorgeous. Beautiful. I was just thinking if you are going to wear that dress you should come with a warning label.”“Ahem,” he cleared his throat and then did his best Bette Davis imitation, “Fasten your seatbelts. It’s going to be a bumpy night.”Meadow laughed and said, “Good. It’s Valentine’s Day. A time to be flirty and sexy. I loved your impression of Bette Davis! I’m surprised you’d know a line from a movie made before you were born.”“Um,” he shyly admitted, “I don’t have many friends. I spend a lot of time with classic movies and books.”“Oh.” She felt sorry for him. The clock on the mantel chimed. She said, “I need to go.”She draped the wrap over her shoulders. Arlo helped her put on her coat and she left to meet her boyfriend for dinner.She drove to the fancy restaurant where she and Ted had agreed to meet. She had a drink and then another while she waited. She called him numerous times and got no answered. She became worried. Ted was a responsible person, a wealthy, well-respected attorney. It was out of character for him to stand her up.“Maybe some thing’s happened,” she told herself after waiting an hour.She decided to go to his home. She pulled up to his house and walked to the front door.“That’s odd. The door is open,” she said.She let herself in. She heard noises coming from the den and headed that way. She entered the room and was shocked by what she saw. Her boyfriend was naked and stretched out on the sofa. There were two naked women in the room with him. Their appearance screamed crack whore.The women were gaunt, bags of bones. Their sorry, empty tits sagged down their chest. Meadow looked at their unkempt hair and the dark circles under their eyes and wondered when was the last time they had combed their hair or slept.One woman was snorting cocaine off the glass coffee table and the other was sucking on her boyfriend’s dick.“Ted!” Meadow shouted. “What’s going on?”“We, we’re having a party,” he slurred. “Help yourself to some blow.”“What?” Meadow screamed. She’d never seen her boyfriend do drugs and certainly not behave like this.Ted laughed. “I got fired today. They discovered I was embezzling money from the firm. I bought some cocaine and decided to get high. I met these two ladies and we’ve been fucking and snorting for hours. Join us.”Meadow was shocked and disgusted. She turned around without saying another word and drove home.The Refuge“Keep the change,” Arlo mumbled to the pizza delivery guy. He watched television as he ate his dinner. “9:00, let's see if we can find a good movie, other than sappy chick-flicks”Meadow burst through the door. Arlo went to investigate because he wasn’t expecting anyone to come home at this hour.“Oh. It’s you, Aunt Meadow,” he said. He saw that she’d been crying. A normal person would have asked, “Is everything okay?”. Arlo wasn’t normal. He didn’t ask.She ripped her coat off. The shawl came off with it. She said angrily, “Worse Valentine’s Day ever.”She kicked off her shoes and bent over at the hips to pick them up. She leaned over so far that Arlo saw her big brown nipples. She showed no hint of caring that she’d flashed her tits to her nephew. She had too many other things on her mind. She marched off quickly to her bedroom.“Whoa. Nipples,” Arlo said to himself. That was a first for him. He’d seen pictures of women’s breasts but never had he seen an actual one. It gave him a chubby.When she returned. Meadow had a royal blue robe on over her flannel sleeping gown. Her feet were covered by slipper socks. The terry cloth material kept her feet warm and it had a rubber sole.Her faced was scrubbed clean of makeup and her hair tied back into a ponytail. She ignored Arlo and headed straight to the kitchen. She mumbled, “I need a drink.”She fixed herself a stiff drink. She downed half of it and refilled her glass. She sat at the kitchen table and brooded about the evening. Arlo could see she was upset. He stayed away giving her a wide berth. Occasionally, he’d turn his head and check on her. When he glanced her way, he saw her sitting at the kitchen table talking to herself and drinking.“Cocaine?” Meadow said. She was appalled by her boyfriend’s drug use. Ex-boyfriend. She took a drink.“I’ve never seen him take drugs,” she mused and tossed down the glass and then re-filled it.“Whores? Two prostitutes!” Meadow said. She was disgusted. She guzzled more alcohol.“I gave him my body. I sucked his cock and he cheats on me with two crack whores,” she lamented.“He never called to cancel our date. Bastard.” Meadow finished her drink and got another.“The bum kept me sitting in the restaurant.” She gulped a large amount.“Everyone there knew I had been stood up.” She sipped heartily on the whiskey.“I felt like a fool.” She drained the glass and got another.“I cared for him!” she wailed.She swallowed her drink. The alcohol burned her throat as it went down. Tears fell from her eyes.Arlo heard his Aunt crying. He ignored her for a long time, but even he was moved by her sobbing. Finally, he went to her and asked, “Wha, what’s the matter?”“You mean besides wasting six months of my life dating an embezzler and drug user?” She reached for the bottle to top off her drink and knocked it over.“Fuck!” she cried out and reached for the bottle. Arlo picked up the bottle. She wrenched it out of his hand. When she did, the bottle flew up and hit Arlo in the face.“Ouch,” he cried out.He wrestled the bottle away from her. He set the bottle on the counter out of his Aunt’s reach. His eye hurt. He rubbed it gently.He said, “Aunt Meadow, don’t you think you’ve had enough?”“I’ll be the judge of that,” she slurred.She stood and tried to go through Arlo to get to the liquor. She pummeled and scratched him. Arlo was only an average size guy, but he easily stopped her. She was drunk, unsteady and uncoordinated.“Let me by!” she demanded.Arlo stood his ground. Meadow tried to pass him on one side than the other. Then, she stopped. Arlo had been sliding left and right to block her. He hoped her lack of movement meant she’d given up.Meadow looked up at him. She didn’t look well. She wasn’t well. She hurled. Vomit poured out of her. It splattered on Arlo’s face and chest. Some went down his shirt and on his pants.“Oh God!” Arlo cried as he was hit with puke.The sight and putrid smell made him throw up. He raised his hands to block it. His vomit hit his hands and ricocheted onto his arms and shirt. It then dripped down on his pants and the floor. He was a smelly mess. He wanted to leave. He wanted to scream at his aunt, but just  then his own words, “It's noble to sacrifice for the good of others” came back to him, along with the mental image of his grandfather's approving, proud smile.Miraculously, Aunt Meadow was unsoiled.However, she was still drunk and still unsteady. She lost her balance and fell into Arlo. She hugged him to keep from falling over. It didn’t work. They both ended up on the floor, rolling around and getting covered in the smelly, slimy puke.Meadow freaked out. She shouted, “Take me to the bathroom! I have to get this off me!”Arlo led the filthy, unsteady woman to the bathroom.“Oh God! The smell!” Meadow complained.She ripped off her robe. She stood there in her nightgown and slurred, “Ya. Y'alls a mess, too. We need tah get them dirty clothes offa ya.”She began undressing her nephew. Arlo agreed. The smell was sickening. She helped him remove his shirt and pants. They both tossed their stinky clothing into a the open hamper. He stripped until he was down to his underwear.“Eya stinks. Eyes needs a shaw were,” Meadow said.She went to the shower and turned the water on. While she waited for the warm water, she pulled her gown over her head. She was too drunk to do this safely. The gown got stuck when it was half way off. She wasn’t wearing anything underneath. Arlo stared at her bare ass.She swayed as she struggled to escape the nightgown. Arlo moved in closed and held her hips. As he feared, she toppled over. He caught her and took a hard elbow to the body.“Pull it off,” Meadow demanded.Arlo steadied her with one hand around her waist and used his other hand to pull the nightgown off. He tossed it aside. Meadow cared not a whit that she was naked. Her focus was on getting clean. She stepped into the shower, turning the water on and adjusted the water’s temperature. Arlo was right behind her keeping her from falling.Arlo said to himself, ‘Wow. She’s naked. Her skin is so soft. I didn’t expect a woman in her forties to be this attractive.Meadow lost her balance again and Arlo had to catch her. He wrapped both arms around her to keep her upright. One arm met her breasts. She didn’t notice or care. She said nothing about it.Arlo was nervous and scared. He expected to be berated at any moment for touching her boobs. His face blushed bright red. His mind screamed, ‘You’re so dead for touching her boobs. She’s going to scream at you and tell Mom'.She stood in the stream of warm water.When she didn’t say anything, Arlo allowed himself to think about her breasts. He thought, ‘Her boobs are awesome. So big. So soft. Her nipples are sticking out obscenely.'.Her bare rump was pressed against his groin and his dick grew hard. She fidgeted and he had to adjust his grip on her nude body. A hand cupped her right breast. Her head turned to him and he expected the worst.“I’m dirty. I ma need a shower,” she said with the simplicity of a six-year-old.Her words stunned him. It took a moment for him to respond. “Aunt Meadow, I’m worried you’ll fall if I let go of you.”She looked down at the arms around her as if just noticing them; then looked back at him. He had vomit on him. She wrinkled her nose and said, “You smell bad.”She turned around and luxuriated in the spray and let the water beat down on her foggy skull. Arlo used this time to study and marvel at her body. This was the first nude woman he’d ever seen. His dick tented his wet shorts.She rinsed all traces of the vomit off her body. Arlo stood behind her. He kept his hands on her to make sure she didn’t fall.What he saw astounded him. “She beautiful,” he thought as he gazed at her. He loved everything about her. Her long, slender neck leading to her bare back fascinated him. He studied the soft curve of her shoulders and the indentation in the center of her back where her spinal column was.He loved how her broad shoulders swept down to a narrow waist and delightfully flared out at the hips. She had a plump womanly ass.Her back was tanned. Surprisingly, her bottom was too. ‘She suntans in the nude. Cool,' Arlo thought.He stepped back to get a complete view. She had firm thighs, slender calves, and small feet. Her dainty toenails were painted fire engine red. Beautiful.Meadow grabbed the shampoo, squeezed some into her hand and turned about as she worked it into her hair.“Oh!” Arlo gasped.She kept her eyes closed while she worked the shampoo through her hair and thoroughly scrubbed. She didn’t seem to care that he was seeing her naked. Arlo studied her front quickly in case this was his only chance. He checked her face to be sure her eyes were still closed. He noticed she had a round face, a thin nose, and full lips. Quickly his eyes stared at her breasts. They sagged. The nipples faced East and West, but he didn’t care. They looked wonderful to him.‘Fuck! This is unbelievable.' Arlo thought. ‘Look at her big tits bounce and shake. She has huge, hard nipples'.His internal conversation continued, ‘God! Look at her cunt. That hair is jet black. The hair on her head is brown. I can see her vulva!'Streams of water ran down her fully tanned, fit body. The water cascaded over her breasts, across her stomach and flattened and separated her pubic hair as it ran down her body. Arlo could see her thick vaginal lips through the soaked, parted hair.Arlo kept his hands on her hips as his eyes devoured her body. It was the first naked woman he’d seen in the flesh and it was as hot and exciting as he’d imagine.Meadow washed and rinsed her hair and then casually washed her body. Arlo hard cock lurched when she soaped her breasts. He almost came when she touched her ass and cunt thoroughly swabbed her most intimate parts.Meadow was in her own world as she scrubbed her body. After she rinsed off, she opened her eyes. They brightened in recognition that Arlo was in the shower too. She wasn’t self-conscious about her nudity. In a matter of fact way, she said,“Let’s gets y'all cleaned too.”She reached out and began washing his upper body. She smirked when she noticed he was in the shower with his underwear on.“This won’t do,” she said.She pulled his shorts off and giggled when his erection popped into view. She grabbed it and began washing it.“Someone’s grown up,” she purred.“Ah. Ah,” Arlo stammered. “You don’t have to do that,” he said embarrassed.She grasped his dick, stroked him and asked, “Are you sure you want me to stop?”Arlo was too scared and nervous to speak, but he prayed she’d ignore his protestations. She looked into his eyes and saw a pleading look.“I thought not,” she said with a knowing smile.“Oh. Oh,” Arlo moaned as she jacked him off.He almost cried when she stopped. She handed him the soap and said, “Clean up.”He hurriedly washed the vomit off his body. She stood and smiled watching his erection bounce around.When he was done, she held her hand out and said, “Give me the soap. Your back needs to get washed.”He did, then turned his back to her. Then, she soaped up his shoulders, back and under his arms. She set the soap on the dish and wrapped her sudsy hands around both sides of him, then back down to his stiff cock and said, “This needs a little more attention.”She soaped up his cock, dropped the soap and resumed beating him off. She pressed her tits into his back and breathed lustily into his ear as she stroked him. His eyes rolled back into his head and she held him steady as he moaned loudly, “Oh!”He came. She held his cock like a hose and directed the blasts of cum against the tile walls of the shower. Meadow laughed and milked his cock until he’d finished.“I gawda fire hose! Where's the fire! Gawd I love my fire hose.” She giggled . “ Hey, who turned my hose off?” She stroked his some more, but then gave up a few seconds later. Then she got quiet and looked around. She turned them both around and rinsed Arlo off as if nothing unusual had happened.Arlo stared at her plump rump and enjoyed the wonderful sensation of his very first handjob as he gasped for air.Meadow, now clean, pushed open the shower door and stepped out. She immediately slipped and fell hard on her ass.“Oh, my God! Are you okay?” Arlo called out. He was worried that she’d hurt herself. He quickly exited and went to her side.She was still inebriated. She said simply, “My bum hurts.”To be continued.By regularguy13 for Literotica

Valentines Day LetdownsBy regularguy13 – listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.Aunt regrets stealing his virginity. She makes it rightThursday night, Feb 13thHarvey Fielding, the aged patriarch of the family stood and looked out with pride at the group sitting around the dinner table. Three generations were present. With him, were his daughter, daughter-In-law, and their remaining families. Harvey’s wife was not with them. Unfortunately, she had passed away. So had his son, Harvey junior.They were at his daughter-in-law's house in Richmond, Virginia. Meadow was a widowed woman with a single child. Her daughter, Wendy, was twenty and a sophomore at Randolph-Macon College. Meadow was an only child of two deceased parents. She was raising Wendy, the patriarch's beloved granddaughter.Sitting across from them was his daughter, Breeze, and her family: her husband, Bill and their son, Arlo.The group had enjoyed a good meal.Harvey Fielding said, “I stand here a proud and happy man. These get-togethers are too short and too infrequent.”His family murmured their agreement.He continued, “Congratulations Meadow, on being recognized by the National Association of Women Lawyers for the mentoring program you run for high school girls.” My departed wife and son, God rest their souls; would be so proud, as would your own departed parents.  You are truly a daughter to me.Everyone raised their glass and congratulated her. Then Harvey said, “Congratulations to Arlo for his scholarship to my favorite school, Randolph-Macon College. If I say so myself, it is an excellent institution of higher learning. I am pleased that you’re planning to major in my favorite field; Philosophy and Ethics.”Breeze laughed and said good-naturedly, “Father, it looks like you won. Arlo has your temperament. I tried to develop his artistic side, but he has not found his creative art talents yet.”  With a mentor like you, he will go far in his studies.“Wendy caught that bug,” Meadow said with a laugh. “Maybe you and I were supposed to trade kids.”Breeze was a talented artist. She inherited that skill from her mother & father. Like her mother, Breeze could draw, paint and sculpt. She and Bill earned their living selling the art they produced.Harvey dramatically lowered his voice and said, “Arlo, happy as I am that you’ll be joining your cousin Wendy at R-MC, unfortunately, I have to report that the quality of the teaching staff there has diminished significantly recently.”He was kidding and everyone knew it. They all laughed. He had retired from the college last year after thirty years of teaching philosophy and ethics. Meadow met Harvey junior as college students. Meadow had been a great student in Professor Fielding's classes. She still credit's her philosophy & ethics training for making her a more forceful and persuasive courtroom litigator.He waited for the laughter to die and then said, “And lastly, let us say bon voyage to our travelers. Breeze and Bill are off tomorrow for a well-deserved, ten-day vacation to St. Bart’s. While they are having fun in the sun, the rest of us will be suffering through a cold and dreary Virginia February.”Breeze said, “I’ll send you all photos from the warm and sunny Caribbean.”“No thanks,” Harvey chirped. “I don’t need to see pictures of you two, naked.”The family laughed. Bill and Breeze were artists, but they weren’t free spirits. Everyone knew them to be serious, shy, quiet souls. They would never frolic naked on a beach or anywhere else for that matter.Harvey waited until he had everyone’s attention and then he said, “I will close the night with a quote from a brilliant philosopher.” He raised his glass and said, “To alcohol: the cause of, and solution to all the world’s problems. At least so says Homer Simpson.”Cheers and laughter broke out. Everyone raised their glass and drank.After the meal, Bill and Breeze said their goodbyes. They had to catch an early flight out of Baltimore-Washington Airport and they were spending the night at a hotel near the airport.Breeze hugged her boy and said, “Enjoy the tour of the campus and sitting in on some classes. Promise me you will talk to the other students.” She looked concerned.“Ah Mom,” Arlo whined.Arlo took after his parents. He too was a shy person. He was naturally quiet, but it was more than that, he was awkward around people and uncomfortable to engage with them. He was not a “people person” and had never had a lot of friends.His behavior was partly due to his timid nature. His upbringing also contributed to his demeanor. When he was young, he only had limited opportunities to interact with other children. He hadn’t attended regular school. He was home schooled.His parents taught him what they thought was necessary, and let classic books supplement their efforts. He became a big reader and gravitated to ethics because it was a field of study that suited his nature. He could read and think and pursue it alone.Arlo’s opportunity to connect with other kids was hurt by his family’s nomadic lifestyle. The family was forced to move to follow artistic projects. He was always the new kid in town and he often moved before anyone got to know him or he got to know them.His parents prayed he would outgrow his shyness. They hoped that college would be that time.Wendy was the next person to say her goodbyes. She was returning to school.“Bye Mom,” Wendy said. “My sorority is having an event.”Meadow knew that was code for ‘I have a party to go to'. She was fine with that. Wendy was a good girl and she kept her grades up. However, she felt they should give her nephew an opportunity to attend the party.She said, “Wendy, why don’t you take Arlo with you?”Wendy was planning to hook up with her boyfriend. She didn’t want to be stuck with her nerdy cousin. However, she knew she couldn’t object outright. She decided to roll the dice and invite him. She was betting his shy nature would cause him to decline.“Arlo,” Wendy asked brightly. “Would you like to go? There’s a party tonight. Lots of people will be there.”Arlo started to sweat. Crowds and parties scared him. He stammered as he responded, “Ah. Ah. No, thank you. Gramps and I were planning to discuss ethics.”Wendy smiled. She was happy her plan had worked and she when off to the party unencumbered.Meadow cleaned up and headed off to bed. It had been a long day for her.Harvey and Arlo had an enjoyable time discussing philosophy and ethics. Harvey played the role of Socratic professor. During their conversation, he asked,“Arlo, what does it mean to be good.”Arlo spoke clearly. “First one must settle his convictions of what ‘good' is.” He was comfortable talking to his grandfather and very comfort talking about ethics. He gave the textbook answer. “To be honest, courageous, respectful and concerned about others. To be a good citizen. Obey just laws, protect what is under your care, be informed and be involved with society.”“Why should we strive to live by these standards?” the old professor asked.“Our world would be unpleasant and chaotic if we didn’t. We’d be miserable if everyone lied and cheated and was mean to each another. If people acted on their baser instincts of greed and self-interest, we couldn’t build a functioning society. It is noble to sacrifice for the greater good of others”“Do you believe the goals of humans are joy, happiness, and contentment and the best way to achieve these goals is ethical behavior?”Arlo nodded.“I agree also,” Harvey said. “Now, how do we get there?”They discussed different versions of ethical theory. Arlo was a proponent of one theory. His Grandfather favored another.Harvey summed up his argument this way. He said, “As you know, in consequential ethics, the outcome determines the morality of the act.”Arlo interjected, “For you, the end justifies the mean. Do you really believe there are no standards of behavior that should be upheld?”“Yes and no,” Harvey conceded. “The thing that makes an action right or wrong is the consequences of the action. Being truthful is a noble goal, but I believe it is okay to lie sometimes.”“But a lie is a lie,” Arlo stated. For him, everything was black or white; idealistic.“Yes, a lie is a lie,” Harvey agreed. “But a lie can be a good thing. Consider this scenario, an overweight wife asks her husband if her butt is too big. Which is the better choice? If he’s truthful and says "Yes, dear. You’re fat.” He hurt her feelings. If he lies and says, “No. You look fine.” She is happy and believe me, it increases the husband’s happiness too.“"That’s an innocent lie,” Arlo pointed out. “You need to be truthful about significant things.”“Like life or death issues?”“Certainly.”Harvey said, “What would you do in this circumstance? A criminal breaks into your home. He demands to know if anyone else in the house?. You know your mother is upstairs. Do you tell him? Or do you attempt to protect her and say ‘I’m the only one here.’”“I lie to protect my mother,” Arlo answered.“Exactly,” Harvey said. “It is acceptable, I would argue necessary at times, to break the moral code to be moral. The essence of morality is determined by the outcome of the act. One cannot blindly follow a set of precepts and expect to achieve good results.”Arlo said, “You make a good argument for your system, but I still have problems with it. Many people believe in God and follow the Ten Commandments. That is a good thing for them and society. They would say you are replacing God’s law with man’s judgment. Religious people won’t like that. And considering the nature of man, won’t a man always find a way to justify his behavior?"And isn’t it a better, simpler and faster method of moral behavior to have standards and to live by them? I can see the world grinding to a halt as we all say 'Time out. I need to do a moral calculation of all my possible actions to see which is best for the greatest number of people.’”Harvey laughed and said, “This is exactly why I find ethics so fascinating. Lying is bad. You should strive to always tell the truth unless the situation dictates that a lie is the better choice. You should follow God’s laws except when you know better. The end justifies the mean except when it causes you to break some moral code.”Harvey smiled good-naturedly and said, “Another reason I find Ethics so fascinating is because it is the perfect excuse to argue and drink; two of my favorite things.”Harvey stood and finished his drink. He was impressed with his grandson’s grasp of the subject and his intellect. He leaned in close so Meadow couldn't hear from the other room. “Arlo, I’ll leave you with one more question that may push you to my side. If the tip of your dick is resting on the labia of a beautiful and willing female, would you lie to her so both of you could enjoy out of this world sex?"Let’s say she pauses and asks if you love her. What are you going to say?"In my scenario, you like her, but you aren’t in love with her. If you are completely honest, you and she miss out on a wonderful experience. You deny each other the joy of great sex.” Arlo said with confidence. "Ethics is about good and evil, right and wrong. If the goal of your actions is the greatest good for the greatest number, then you must lie and fuck her. To needlessly uphold a rigid, abstract standard in this situation serves no purpose, correct?”Harvey walked away. He grabbed his coat and returned to his house. Arlo went to bed. He laid on the floral sheets and pondered the last question his grandfather put to him. His dick was hard and thought the answer was obvious.Friday, February 14thAunt Meadow and Arlo had breakfast together. She said, “Today’s the big day. So, you’re going to sit in on some classes?”He nodded to avoid speaking.They left at the same time. He went to the college to tour the campus and she went to prosecute a child molester.Arlo returned to this Aunt’s house late-afternoon. No one was there. He watched television.“Indiana Jones, you rock,” Arlo said.He had just watched the movie “Raiders of the Lost Ark”. It was his favorite movie. In his dreams, he was the handsome, swashbuckling hero. He won the girl and saved the day. In real life, he was a shy eighteen-year-old who was awkward around people and especially timid and nervous around females. Needless to say, he didn’t date and he was a virgin.He walked into the bathroom and said, “I love indoor plumbing.”He peed in the toilet, flushed and said, “Why do my parents put up with a smelly, camper toilet when if we lived like normal people we could all use this wonderful, hygienic device?”Since his parents moved frequently to work on commissioned art project, they lived in a camper that they pulled by an SUV.“How about a shower?” he asked rhetorically.He answered himself continuing to talk out loud. “That sounds good. A nice, long, hot shower. Another marvelous experience denied to trailer people.”Arlo undressed. He dropped his clothes in a pile on the floor.He said, “Oh. They have a hamper.”He left his clothes on the floor and went to the wicker container. He flipped open the top. He saw a sexy black, lacy bra and a pair of panties.“Whoa!”He picked up the bra. He had never seen something so beautiful, so sexy, and certainly never on a live girl. He was not the kind of guy who could seduce a woman.None of his mother’s bras were like this one. She was a petite woman with small breasts. She usually didn’t bother with one because she didn’t need to. If she wore one, they were soft, stretchy bandeau tube style bras. Functional. Not sexy.“36C,” he snickered as he read the label. “She certainly is the big aunt.”He examined the cups and fingered the lace. His dick got hard thinking about the soft flesh that filled them. Next, he picked up the underwear. It also had lace and was alluring. He studied it and did the unthinkable. He brought the crotch to his nose and sniffed.“Oh! Um.”He was overwhelmed with the acrid, musky odor of a woman. His dick twitched and grew hard. He said, “Aunt Meadow wore these! This is her scent.”He held the panties to his nose with his left hand and stroked his dick with his right.“Umm,” he groaned breathing deeply.He looked around for something to use as a lubricant. He spied hand lotion on the counter by the sink. He pumped a large amount on his hand and masturbated. He sniffed the panties, stroked his cock and kept thinking about how this article of clothing had been pressed up against a woman’s cunt.“Oh! Oh! God!” he called out as he came in the sink. He dropped the panties and gripped the counter for support as he jacked off into the basin.“Oh! Fuck,” he cried as the last of his spunk landed in the sink. His heart was pounding and his breathing was ragged. He rested a bit and then turned on the tap and cleaned up. He sent his cum down the drain.He returned the sexy underwear to the dirty clothes hamper and hopped in the shower. He shampooed his hair and scrubbed his body hard. He was trying to wash away the sin of masturbation made worse by sniffing his Aunt’s soiled underwear.Hours later, Meadow shouted, “Hello, Arlo” as she entered her home.Arlo had been reading a book. He stood and silently greeted his Aunt.She came into the family room and asked, “Did you have a good day? Did you find a way to amuse yourself?” she asked with a warm smile.Arlo blushed. Immediately, he thought, “Oh God! It’s like she knows I beat off while sniffing her panties”. He was embarrassed and stuttered as he answered her, “Ah. Ah. Yes.”He held up his book and said, “Um. I find a good book is always good company.”“Yes. We all would be better off if we read more.”She looked at her watch and said, “Oh. I have to hurry. I have a date tonight. It’s Valentine’s Day, but of course, you know that. Will you be okay on your own?”“Yes. I’ll order a pizza.”Meadow dashed off to shower and changed.Meadow stood in front of the mirror and debated whether she should put on a bra. She wasn’t wearing one under her favorite red slinky dress. Her hard nipples pressed obscenely against the clingy fabric. The contours of her areolas and her tight peaks were visible. She decided to be risqué tonight and let the girls be free.“Good thing I have my cashmere wrap,” she chuckled. She didn’t mean her bare shoulders would need to be covered. She knew that without a bra and wearing this slinky dress, her nipples would be visible to everyone all night. She brought the warp in case she lost her nerve.She slipped on her highest heels, threw the wrap over her arm and walked out of her bedroom. She encountered Arlo. His eyes grew wide as he viewed her. The dress was hot. Her braless breasts were lewd. The way her nipples were visible through the dress was scandalous. His eyes were riveted to her chest.“Wow! That’s some dress,” he said.“Too much?” she asked. Seeing his expression caused her to re-think her decision to forego the bra.“No. Gorgeous. Beautiful. I was just thinking if you are going to wear that dress you should come with a warning label.”“Ahem,” he cleared his throat and then did his best Bette Davis imitation, “Fasten your seatbelts. It’s going to be a bumpy night.”Meadow laughed and said, “Good. It’s Valentine’s Day. A time to be flirty and sexy. I loved your impression of Bette Davis! I’m surprised you’d know a line from a movie made before you were born.”“Um,” he shyly admitted, “I don’t have many friends. I spend a lot of time with classic movies and books.”“Oh.” She felt sorry for him. The clock on the mantel chimed. She said, “I need to go.”She draped the wrap over her shoulders. Arlo helped her put on her coat and she left to meet her boyfriend for dinner.She drove to the fancy restaurant where she and Ted had agreed to meet. She had a drink and then another while she waited. She called him numerous times and got no answered. She became worried. Ted was a responsible person, a wealthy, well-respected attorney. It was out of character for him to stand her up.“Maybe some thing’s happened,” she told herself after waiting an hour.She decided to go to his home. She pulled up to his house and walked to the front door.“That’s odd. The door is open,” she said.She let herself in. She heard noises coming from the den and headed that way. She entered the room and was shocked by what she saw. Her boyfriend was naked and stretched out on the sofa. There were two naked women in the room with him. Their appearance screamed crack whore.The women were gaunt, bags of bones. Their sorry, empty tits sagged down their chest. Meadow looked at their unkempt hair and the dark circles under their eyes and wondered when was the last time they had combed their hair or slept.One woman was snorting cocaine off the glass coffee table and the other was sucking on her boyfriend’s dick.“Ted!” Meadow shouted. “What’s going on?”“We, we’re having a party,” he slurred. “Help yourself to some blow.”“What?” Meadow screamed. She’d never seen her boyfriend do drugs and certainly not behave like this.Ted laughed. “I got fired today. They discovered I was embezzling money from the firm. I bought some cocaine and decided to get high. I met these two ladies and we’ve been fucking and snorting for hours. Join us.”Meadow was shocked and disgusted. She turned around without saying another word and drove home.The Refuge“Keep the change,” Arlo mumbled to the pizza delivery guy. He watched television as he ate his dinner. “9:00, let's see if we can find a good movie, other than sappy chick-flicks”Meadow burst through the door. Arlo went to investigate because he wasn’t expecting anyone to come home at this hour.“Oh. It’s you, Aunt Meadow,” he said. He saw that she’d been crying. A normal person would have asked, “Is everything okay?”. Arlo wasn’t normal. He didn’t ask.She ripped her coat off. The shawl came off with it. She said angrily, “Worse Valentine’s Day ever.”She kicked off her shoes and bent over at the hips to pick them up. She leaned over so far that Arlo saw her big brown nipples. She showed no hint of caring that she’d flashed her tits to her nephew. She had too many other things on her mind. She marched off quickly to her bedroom.“Whoa. Nipples,” Arlo said to himself. That was a first for him. He’d seen pictures of women’s breasts but never had he seen an actual one. It gave him a chubby.When she returned. Meadow had a royal blue robe on over her flannel sleeping gown. Her feet were covered by slipper socks. The terry cloth material kept her feet warm and it had a rubber sole.Her faced was scrubbed clean of makeup and her hair tied back into a ponytail. She ignored Arlo and headed straight to the kitchen. She mumbled, “I need a drink.”She fixed herself a stiff drink. She downed half of it and refilled her glass. She sat at the kitchen table and brooded about the evening. Arlo could see she was upset. He stayed away giving her a wide berth. Occasionally, he’d turn his head and check on her. When he glanced her way, he saw her sitting at the kitchen table talking to herself and drinking.“Cocaine?” Meadow said. She was appalled by her boyfriend’s drug use. Ex-boyfriend. She took a drink.“I’ve never seen him take drugs,” she mused and tossed down the glass and then re-filled it.“Whores? Two prostitutes!” Meadow said. She was disgusted. She guzzled more alcohol.“I gave him my body. I sucked his cock and he cheats on me with two crack whores,” she lamented.“He never called to cancel our date. Bastard.” Meadow finished her drink and got another.“The bum kept me sitting in the restaurant.” She gulped a large amount.“Everyone there knew I had been stood up.” She sipped heartily on the whiskey.“I felt like a fool.” She drained the glass and got another.“I cared for him!” she wailed.She swallowed her drink. The alcohol burned her throat as it went down. Tears fell from her eyes.Arlo heard his Aunt crying. He ignored her for a long time, but even he was moved by her sobbing. Finally, he went to her and asked, “Wha, what’s the matter?”“You mean besides wasting six months of my life dating an embezzler and drug user?” She reached for the bottle to top off her drink and knocked it over.“Fuck!” she cried out and reached for the bottle. Arlo picked up the bottle. She wrenched it out of his hand. When she did, the bottle flew up and hit Arlo in the face.“Ouch,” he cried out.He wrestled the bottle away from her. He set the bottle on the counter out of his Aunt’s reach. His eye hurt. He rubbed it gently.He said, “Aunt Meadow, don’t you think you’ve had enough?”“I’ll be the judge of that,” she slurred.She stood and tried to go through Arlo to get to the liquor. She pummeled and scratched him. Arlo was only an average size guy, but he easily stopped her. She was drunk, unsteady and uncoordinated.“Let me by!” she demanded.Arlo stood his ground. Meadow tried to pass him on one side than the other. Then, she stopped. Arlo had been sliding left and right to block her. He hoped her lack of movement meant she’d given up.Meadow looked up at him. She didn’t look well. She wasn’t well. She hurled. Vomit poured out of her. It splattered on Arlo’s face and chest. Some went down his shirt and on his pants.“Oh God!” Arlo cried as he was hit with puke.The sight and putrid smell made him throw up. He raised his hands to block it. His vomit hit his hands and ricocheted onto his arms and shirt. It then dripped down on his pants and the floor. He was a smelly mess. He wanted to leave. He wanted to scream at his aunt, but just  then his own words, “It's noble to sacrifice for the good of others” came back to him, along with the mental image of his grandfather's approving, proud smile.Miraculously, Aunt Meadow was unsoiled.However, she was still drunk and still unsteady. She lost her balance and fell into Arlo. She hugged him to keep from falling over. It didn’t work. They both ended up on the floor, rolling around and getting covered in the smelly, slimy puke.Meadow freaked out. She shouted, “Take me to the bathroom! I have to get this off me!”Arlo led the filthy, unsteady woman to the bathroom.“Oh God! The smell!” Meadow complained.She ripped off her robe. She stood there in her nightgown and slurred, “Ya. Y'alls a mess, too. We need tah get them dirty clothes offa ya.”She began undressing her nephew. Arlo agreed. The smell was sickening. She helped him remove his shirt and pants. They both tossed their stinky clothing into a the open hamper. He stripped until he was down to his underwear.“Eya stinks. Eyes needs a shaw were,” Meadow said.She went to the shower and turned the water on. While she waited for the warm water, she pulled her gown over her head. She was too drunk to do this safely. The gown got stuck when it was half way off. She wasn’t wearing anything underneath. Arlo stared at her bare ass.She swayed as she struggled to escape the nightgown. Arlo moved in closed and held her hips. As he feared, she toppled over. He caught her and took a hard elbow to the body.“Pull it off,” Meadow demanded.Arlo steadied her with one hand around her waist and used his other hand to pull the nightgown off. He tossed it aside. Meadow cared not a whit that she was naked. Her focus was on getting clean. She stepped into the shower, turning the water on and adjusted the water’s temperature. Arlo was right behind her keeping her from falling.Arlo said to himself, ‘Wow. She’s naked. Her skin is so soft. I didn’t expect a woman in her forties to be this attractive.Meadow lost her balance again and Arlo had to catch her. He wrapped both arms around her to keep her upright. One arm met her breasts. She didn’t notice or care. She said nothing about it.Arlo was nervous and scared. He expected to be berated at any moment for touching her boobs. His face blushed bright red. His mind screamed, ‘You’re so dead for touching her boobs. She’s going to scream at you and tell Mom'.She stood in the stream of warm water.When she didn’t say anything, Arlo allowed himself to think about her breasts. He thought, ‘Her boobs are awesome. So big. So soft. Her nipples are sticking out obscenely.'.Her bare rump was pressed against his groin and his dick grew hard. She fidgeted and he had to adjust his grip on her nude body. A hand cupped her right breast. Her head turned to him and he expected the worst.“I’m dirty. I ma need a shower,” she said with the simplicity of a six-year-old.Her words stunned him. It took a moment for him to respond. “Aunt Meadow, I’m worried you’ll fall if I let go of you.”She looked down at the arms around her as if just noticing them; then looked back at him. He had vomit on him. She wrinkled her nose and said, “You smell bad.”She turned around and luxuriated in the spray and let the water beat down on her foggy skull. Arlo used this time to study and marvel at her body. This was the first nude woman he’d ever seen. His dick tented his wet shorts.She rinsed all traces of the vomit off her body. Arlo stood behind her. He kept his hands on her to make sure she didn’t fall.What he saw astounded him. “She beautiful,” he thought as he gazed at her. He loved everything about her. Her long, slender neck leading to her bare back fascinated him. He studied the soft curve of her shoulders and the indentation in the center of her back where her spinal column was.He loved how her broad shoulders swept down to a narrow waist and delightfully flared out at the hips. She had a plump womanly ass.Her back was tanned. Surprisingly, her bottom was too. ‘She suntans in the nude. Cool,' Arlo thought.He stepped back to get a complete view. She had firm thighs, slender calves, and small feet. Her dainty toenails were painted fire engine red. Beautiful.Meadow grabbed the shampoo, squeezed some into her hand and turned about as she worked it into her hair.“Oh!” Arlo gasped.She kept her eyes closed while she worked the shampoo through her hair and thoroughly scrubbed. She didn’t seem to care that he was seeing her naked. Arlo studied her front quickly in case this was his only chance. He checked her face to be sure her eyes were still closed. He noticed she had a round face, a thin nose, and full lips. Quickly his eyes stared at her breasts. They sagged. The nipples faced East and West, but he didn’t care. They looked wonderful to him.‘Fuck! This is unbelievable.' Arlo thought. ‘Look at her big tits bounce and shake. She has huge, hard nipples'.His internal conversation continued, ‘God! Look at her cunt. That hair is jet black. The hair on her head is brown. I can see her vulva!'Streams of water ran down her fully tanned, fit body. The water cascaded over her breasts, across her stomach and flattened and separated her pubic hair as it ran down her body. Arlo could see her thick vaginal lips through the soaked, parted hair.Arlo kept his hands on her hips as his eyes devoured her body. It was the first naked woman he’d seen in the flesh and it was as hot and exciting as he’d imagine.Meadow washed and rinsed her hair and then casually washed her body. Arlo hard cock lurched when she soaped her breasts. He almost came when she touched her ass and cunt thoroughly swabbed her most intimate parts.Meadow was in her own world as she scrubbed her body. After she rinsed off, she opened her eyes. They brightened in recognition that Arlo was in the shower too. She wasn’t self-conscious about her nudity. In a matter of fact way, she said,“Let’s gets y'all cleaned too.”She reached out and began washing his upper body. She smirked when she noticed he was in the shower with his underwear on.“This won’t do,” she said.She pulled his shorts off and giggled when his erection popped into view. She grabbed it and began washing it.“Someone’s grown up,” she purred.“Ah. Ah,” Arlo stammered. “You don’t have to do that,” he said embarrassed.She grasped his dick, stroked him and asked, “Are you sure you want me to stop?”Arlo was too scared and nervous to speak, but he prayed she’d ignore his protestations. She looked into his eyes and saw a pleading look.“I thought not,” she said with a knowing smile.“Oh. Oh,” Arlo moaned as she jacked him off.He almost cried when she stopped. She handed him the soap and said, “Clean up.”He hurriedly washed the vomit off his body. She stood and smiled watching his erection bounce around.When he was done, she held her hand out and said, “Give me the soap. Your back needs to get washed.”He did, then turned his back to her. Then, she soaped up his shoulders, back and under his arms. She set the soap on the dish and wrapped her sudsy hands around both sides of him, then back down to his stiff cock and said, “This needs a little more attention.”She soaped up his cock, dropped the soap and resumed beating him off. She pressed her tits into his back and breathed lustily into his ear as she stroked him. His eyes rolled back into his head and she held him steady as he moaned loudly, “Oh!”He came. She held his cock like a hose and directed the blasts of cum against the tile walls of the shower. Meadow laughed and milked his cock until he’d finished.“I gawda fire hose! Where's the fire! Gawd I love my fire hose.” She giggled . “ Hey, who turned my hose off?” She stroked his some more, but then gave up a few seconds later. Then she got quiet and looked around. She turned them both around and rinsed Arlo off as if nothing unusual had happened.Arlo stared at her plump rump and enjoyed the wonderful sensation of his very first handjob as he gasped for air.Meadow, now clean, pushed open the shower door and stepped out. She immediately slipped and fell hard on her ass.“Oh, my God! Are you okay?” Arlo called out. He was worried that she’d hurt herself. He quickly exited and went to her side.She was still inebriated. She said simply, “My bum hurts.”To be continued.By regularguy13 for Literotica

Valentines Day LetdownsBy regularguy13 – listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.Aunt regrets stealing his virginity. She makes it rightThursday night, Feb 13thHarvey Fielding, the aged patriarch of the family stood and looked out with pride at the group sitting around the dinner table. Three generations were present. With him, were his daughter, daughter-In-law, and their remaining families. Harvey’s wife was not with them. Unfortunately, she had passed away. So had his son, Harvey junior.They were at his daughter-in-law's house in Richmond, Virginia. Meadow was a widowed woman with a single child. Her daughter, Wendy, was twenty and a sophomore at Randolph-Macon College. Meadow was an only child of two deceased parents. She was raising Wendy, the patriarch's beloved granddaughter.Sitting across from them was his daughter, Breeze, and her family: her husband, Bill and their son, Arlo.The group had enjoyed a good meal.Harvey Fielding said, “I stand here a proud and happy man. These get-togethers are too short and too infrequent.”His family murmured their agreement.He continued, “Congratulations Meadow, on being recognized by the National Association of Women Lawyers for the mentoring program you run for high school girls.” My departed wife and son, God rest their souls; would be so proud, as would your own departed parents.  You are truly a daughter to me.Everyone raised their glass and congratulated her. Then Harvey said, “Congratulations to Arlo for his scholarship to my favorite school, Randolph-Macon College. If I say so myself, it is an excellent institution of higher learning. I am pleased that you’re planning to major in my favorite field; Philosophy and Ethics.”Breeze laughed and said good-naturedly, “Father, it looks like you won. Arlo has your temperament. I tried to develop his artistic side, but he has not found his creative art talents yet.”  With a mentor like you, he will go far in his studies.“Wendy caught that bug,” Meadow said with a laugh. “Maybe you and I were supposed to trade kids.”Breeze was a talented artist. She inherited that skill from her mother & father. Like her mother, Breeze could draw, paint and sculpt. She and Bill earned their living selling the art they produced.Harvey dramatically lowered his voice and said, “Arlo, happy as I am that you’ll be joining your cousin Wendy at R-MC, unfortunately, I have to report that the quality of the teaching staff there has diminished significantly recently.”He was kidding and everyone knew it. They all laughed. He had retired from the college last year after thirty years of teaching philosophy and ethics. Meadow met Harvey junior as college students. Meadow had been a great student in Professor Fielding's classes. She still credit's her philosophy & ethics training for making her a more forceful and persuasive courtroom litigator.He waited for the laughter to die and then said, “And lastly, let us say bon voyage to our travelers. Breeze and Bill are off tomorrow for a well-deserved, ten-day vacation to St. Bart’s. While they are having fun in the sun, the rest of us will be suffering through a cold and dreary Virginia February.”Breeze said, “I’ll send you all photos from the warm and sunny Caribbean.”“No thanks,” Harvey chirped. “I don’t need to see pictures of you two, naked.”The family laughed. Bill and Breeze were artists, but they weren’t free spirits. Everyone knew them to be serious, shy, quiet souls. They would never frolic naked on a beach or anywhere else for that matter.Harvey waited until he had everyone’s attention and then he said, “I will close the night with a quote from a brilliant philosopher.” He raised his glass and said, “To alcohol: the cause of, and solution to all the world’s problems. At least so says Homer Simpson.”Cheers and laughter broke out. Everyone raised their glass and drank.After the meal, Bill and Breeze said their goodbyes. They had to catch an early flight out of Baltimore-Washington Airport and they were spending the night at a hotel near the airport.Breeze hugged her boy and said, “Enjoy the tour of the campus and sitting in on some classes. Promise me you will talk to the other students.” She looked concerned.“Ah Mom,” Arlo whined.Arlo took after his parents. He too was a shy person. He was naturally quiet, but it was more than that, he was awkward around people and uncomfortable to engage with them. He was not a “people person” and had never had a lot of friends.His behavior was partly due to his timid nature. His upbringing also contributed to his demeanor. When he was young, he only had limited opportunities to interact with other children. He hadn’t attended regular school. He was home schooled.His parents taught him what they thought was necessary, and let classic books supplement their efforts. He became a big reader and gravitated to ethics because it was a field of study that suited his nature. He could read and think and pursue it alone.Arlo’s opportunity to connect with other kids was hurt by his family’s nomadic lifestyle. The family was forced to move to follow artistic projects. He was always the new kid in town and he often moved before anyone got to know him or he got to know them.His parents prayed he would outgrow his shyness. They hoped that college would be that time.Wendy was the next person to say her goodbyes. She was returning to school.“Bye Mom,” Wendy said. “My sorority is having an event.”Meadow knew that was code for ‘I have a party to go to'. She was fine with that. Wendy was a good girl and she kept her grades up. However, she felt they should give her nephew an opportunity to attend the party.She said, “Wendy, why don’t you take Arlo with you?”Wendy was planning to hook up with her boyfriend. She didn’t want to be stuck with her nerdy cousin. However, she knew she couldn’t object outright. She decided to roll the dice and invite him. She was betting his shy nature would cause him to decline.“Arlo,” Wendy asked brightly. “Would you like to go? There’s a party tonight. Lots of people will be there.”Arlo started to sweat. Crowds and parties scared him. He stammered as he responded, “Ah. Ah. No, thank you. Gramps and I were planning to discuss ethics.”Wendy smiled. She was happy her plan had worked and she when off to the party unencumbered.Meadow cleaned up and headed off to bed. It had been a long day for her.Harvey and Arlo had an enjoyable time discussing philosophy and ethics. Harvey played the role of Socratic professor. During their conversation, he asked,“Arlo, what does it mean to be good.”Arlo spoke clearly. “First one must settle his convictions of what ‘good' is.” He was comfortable talking to his grandfather and very comfort talking about ethics. He gave the textbook answer. “To be honest, courageous, respectful and concerned about others. To be a good citizen. Obey just laws, protect what is under your care, be informed and be involved with society.”“Why should we strive to live by these standards?” the old professor asked.“Our world would be unpleasant and chaotic if we didn’t. We’d be miserable if everyone lied and cheated and was mean to each another. If people acted on their baser instincts of greed and self-interest, we couldn’t build a functioning society. It is noble to sacrifice for the greater good of others”“Do you believe the goals of humans are joy, happiness, and contentment and the best way to achieve these goals is ethical behavior?”Arlo nodded.“I agree also,” Harvey said. “Now, how do we get there?”They discussed different versions of ethical theory. Arlo was a proponent of one theory. His Grandfather favored another.Harvey summed up his argument this way. He said, “As you know, in consequential ethics, the outcome determines the morality of the act.”Arlo interjected, “For you, the end justifies the mean. Do you really believe there are no standards of behavior that should be upheld?”“Yes and no,” Harvey conceded. “The thing that makes an action right or wrong is the consequences of the action. Being truthful is a noble goal, but I believe it is okay to lie sometimes.”“But a lie is a lie,” Arlo stated. For him, everything was black or white; idealistic.“Yes, a lie is a lie,” Harvey agreed. “But a lie can be a good thing. Consider this scenario, an overweight wife asks her husband if her butt is too big. Which is the better choice? If he’s truthful and says "Yes, dear. You’re fat.” He hurt her feelings. If he lies and says, “No. You look fine.” She is happy and believe me, it increases the husband’s happiness too.“"That’s an innocent lie,” Arlo pointed out. “You need to be truthful about significant things.”“Like life or death issues?”“Certainly.”Harvey said, “What would you do in this circumstance? A criminal breaks into your home. He demands to know if anyone else in the house?. You know your mother is upstairs. Do you tell him? Or do you attempt to protect her and say ‘I’m the only one here.’”“I lie to protect my mother,” Arlo answered.“Exactly,” Harvey said. “It is acceptable, I would argue necessary at times, to break the moral code to be moral. The essence of morality is determined by the outcome of the act. One cannot blindly follow a set of precepts and expect to achieve good results.”Arlo said, “You make a good argument for your system, but I still have problems with it. Many people believe in God and follow the Ten Commandments. That is a good thing for them and society. They would say you are replacing God’s law with man’s judgment. Religious people won’t like that. And considering the nature of man, won’t a man always find a way to justify his behavior?"And isn’t it a better, simpler and faster method of moral behavior to have standards and to live by them? I can see the world grinding to a halt as we all say 'Time out. I need to do a moral calculation of all my possible actions to see which is best for the greatest number of people.’”Harvey laughed and said, “This is exactly why I find ethics so fascinating. Lying is bad. You should strive to always tell the truth unless the situation dictates that a lie is the better choice. You should follow God’s laws except when you know better. The end justifies the mean except when it causes you to break some moral code.”Harvey smiled good-naturedly and said, “Another reason I find Ethics so fascinating is because it is the perfect excuse to argue and drink; two of my favorite things.”Harvey stood and finished his drink. He was impressed with his grandson’s grasp of the subject and his intellect. He leaned in close so Meadow couldn't hear from the other room. “Arlo, I’ll leave you with one more question that may push you to my side. If the tip of your dick is resting on the labia of a beautiful and willing female, would you lie to her so both of you could enjoy out of this world sex?"Let’s say she pauses and asks if you love her. What are you going to say?"In my scenario, you like her, but you aren’t in love with her. If you are completely honest, you and she miss out on a wonderful experience. You deny each other the joy of great sex.” Arlo said with confidence. "Ethics is about good and evil, right and wrong. If the goal of your actions is the greatest good for the greatest number, then you must lie and fuck her. To needlessly uphold a rigid, abstract standard in this situation serves no purpose, correct?”Harvey walked away. He grabbed his coat and returned to his house. Arlo went to bed. He laid on the floral sheets and pondered the last question his grandfather put to him. His dick was hard and thought the answer was obvious.Friday, February 14thAunt Meadow and Arlo had breakfast together. She said, “Today’s the big day. So, you’re going to sit in on some classes?”He nodded to avoid speaking.They left at the same time. He went to the college to tour the campus and she went to prosecute a child molester.Arlo returned to this Aunt’s house late-afternoon. No one was there. He watched television.“Indiana Jones, you rock,” Arlo said.He had just watched the movie “Raiders of the Lost Ark”. It was his favorite movie. In his dreams, he was the handsome, swashbuckling hero. He won the girl and saved the day. In real life, he was a shy eighteen-year-old who was awkward around people and especially timid and nervous around females. Needless to say, he didn’t date and he was a virgin.He walked into the bathroom and said, “I love indoor plumbing.”He peed in the toilet, flushed and said, “Why do my parents put up with a smelly, camper toilet when if we lived like normal people we could all use this wonderful, hygienic device?”Since his parents moved frequently to work on commissioned art project, they lived in a camper that they pulled by an SUV.“How about a shower?” he asked rhetorically.He answered himself continuing to talk out loud. “That sounds good. A nice, long, hot shower. Another marvelous experience denied to trailer people.”Arlo undressed. He dropped his clothes in a pile on the floor.He said, “Oh. They have a hamper.”He left his clothes on the floor and went to the wicker container. He flipped open the top. He saw a sexy black, lacy bra and a pair of panties.“Whoa!”He picked up the bra. He had never seen something so beautiful, so sexy, and certainly never on a live girl. He was not the kind of guy who could seduce a woman.None of his mother’s bras were like this one. She was a petite woman with small breasts. She usually didn’t bother with one because she didn’t need to. If she wore one, they were soft, stretchy bandeau tube style bras. Functional. Not sexy.“36C,” he snickered as he read the label. “She certainly is the big aunt.”He examined the cups and fingered the lace. His dick got hard thinking about the soft flesh that filled them. Next, he picked up the underwear. It also had lace and was alluring. He studied it and did the unthinkable. He brought the crotch to his nose and sniffed.“Oh! Um.”He was overwhelmed with the acrid, musky odor of a woman. His dick twitched and grew hard. He said, “Aunt Meadow wore these! This is her scent.”He held the panties to his nose with his left hand and stroked his dick with his right.“Umm,” he groaned breathing deeply.He looked around for something to use as a lubricant. He spied hand lotion on the counter by the sink. He pumped a large amount on his hand and masturbated. He sniffed the panties, stroked his cock and kept thinking about how this article of clothing had been pressed up against a woman’s cunt.“Oh! Oh! God!” he called out as he came in the sink. He dropped the panties and gripped the counter for support as he jacked off into the basin.“Oh! Fuck,” he cried as the last of his spunk landed in the sink. His heart was pounding and his breathing was ragged. He rested a bit and then turned on the tap and cleaned up. He sent his cum down the drain.He returned the sexy underwear to the dirty clothes hamper and hopped in the shower. He shampooed his hair and scrubbed his body hard. He was trying to wash away the sin of masturbation made worse by sniffing his Aunt’s soiled underwear.Hours later, Meadow shouted, “Hello, Arlo” as she entered her home.Arlo had been reading a book. He stood and silently greeted his Aunt.She came into the family room and asked, “Did you have a good day? Did you find a way to amuse yourself?” she asked with a warm smile.Arlo blushed. Immediately, he thought, “Oh God! It’s like she knows I beat off while sniffing her panties”. He was embarrassed and stuttered as he answered her, “Ah. Ah. Yes.”He held up his book and said, “Um. I find a good book is always good company.”“Yes. We all would be better off if we read more.”She looked at her watch and said, “Oh. I have to hurry. I have a date tonight. It’s Valentine’s Day, but of course, you know that. Will you be okay on your own?”“Yes. I’ll order a pizza.”Meadow dashed off to shower and changed.Meadow stood in front of the mirror and debated whether she should put on a bra. She wasn’t wearing one under her favorite red slinky dress. Her hard nipples pressed obscenely against the clingy fabric. The contours of her areolas and her tight peaks were visible. She decided to be risqué tonight and let the girls be free.“Good thing I have my cashmere wrap,” she chuckled. She didn’t mean her bare shoulders would need to be covered. She knew that without a bra and wearing this slinky dress, her nipples would be visible to everyone all night. She brought the warp in case she lost her nerve.She slipped on her highest heels, threw the wrap over her arm and walked out of her bedroom. She encountered Arlo. His eyes grew wide as he viewed her. The dress was hot. Her braless breasts were lewd. The way her nipples were visible through the dress was scandalous. His eyes were riveted to her chest.“Wow! That’s some dress,” he said.“Too much?” she asked. Seeing his expression caused her to re-think her decision to forego the bra.“No. Gorgeous. Beautiful. I was just thinking if you are going to wear that dress you should come with a warning label.”“Ahem,” he cleared his throat and then did his best Bette Davis imitation, “Fasten your seatbelts. It’s going to be a bumpy night.”Meadow laughed and said, “Good. It’s Valentine’s Day. A time to be flirty and sexy. I loved your impression of Bette Davis! I’m surprised you’d know a line from a movie made before you were born.”“Um,” he shyly admitted, “I don’t have many friends. I spend a lot of time with classic movies and books.”“Oh.” She felt sorry for him. The clock on the mantel chimed. She said, “I need to go.”She draped the wrap over her shoulders. Arlo helped her put on her coat and she left to meet her boyfriend for dinner.She drove to the fancy restaurant where she and Ted had agreed to meet. She had a drink and then another while she waited. She called him numerous times and got no answered. She became worried. Ted was a responsible person, a wealthy, well-respected attorney. It was out of character for him to stand her up.“Maybe some thing’s happened,” she told herself after waiting an hour.She decided to go to his home. She pulled up to his house and walked to the front door.“That’s odd. The door is open,” she said.She let herself in. She heard noises coming from the den and headed that way. She entered the room and was shocked by what she saw. Her boyfriend was naked and stretched out on the sofa. There were two naked women in the room with him. Their appearance screamed crack whore.The women were gaunt, bags of bones. Their sorry, empty tits sagged down their chest. Meadow looked at their unkempt hair and the dark circles under their eyes and wondered when was the last time they had combed their hair or slept.One woman was snorting cocaine off the glass coffee table and the other was sucking on her boyfriend’s dick.“Ted!” Meadow shouted. “What’s going on?”“We, we’re having a party,” he slurred. “Help yourself to some blow.”“What?” Meadow screamed. She’d never seen her boyfriend do drugs and certainly not behave like this.Ted laughed. “I got fired today. They discovered I was embezzling money from the firm. I bought some cocaine and decided to get high. I met these two ladies and we’ve been fucking and snorting for hours. Join us.”Meadow was shocked and disgusted. She turned around without saying another word and drove home.The Refuge“Keep the change,” Arlo mumbled to the pizza delivery guy. He watched television as he ate his dinner. “9:00, let's see if we can find a good movie, other than sappy chick-flicks”Meadow burst through the door. Arlo went to investigate because he wasn’t expecting anyone to come home at this hour.“Oh. It’s you, Aunt Meadow,” he said. He saw that she’d been crying. A normal person would have asked, “Is everything okay?”. Arlo wasn’t normal. He didn’t ask.She ripped her coat off. The shawl came off with it. She said angrily, “Worse Valentine’s Day ever.”She kicked off her shoes and bent over at the hips to pick them up. She leaned over so far that Arlo saw her big brown nipples. She showed no hint of caring that she’d flashed her tits to her nephew. She had too many other things on her mind. She marched off quickly to her bedroom.“Whoa. Nipples,” Arlo said to himself. That was a first for him. He’d seen pictures of women’s breasts but never had he seen an actual one. It gave him a chubby.When she returned. Meadow had a royal blue robe on over her flannel sleeping gown. Her feet were covered by slipper socks. The terry cloth material kept her feet warm and it had a rubber sole.Her faced was scrubbed clean of makeup and her hair tied back into a ponytail. She ignored Arlo and headed straight to the kitchen. She mumbled, “I need a drink.”She fixed herself a stiff drink. She downed half of it and refilled her glass. She sat at the kitchen table and brooded about the evening. Arlo could see she was upset. He stayed away giving her a wide berth. Occasionally, he’d turn his head and check on her. When he glanced her way, he saw her sitting at the kitchen table talking to herself and drinking.“Cocaine?” Meadow said. She was appalled by her boyfriend’s drug use. Ex-boyfriend. She took a drink.“I’ve never seen him take drugs,” she mused and tossed down the glass and then re-filled it.“Whores? Two prostitutes!” Meadow said. She was disgusted. She guzzled more alcohol.“I gave him my body. I sucked his cock and he cheats on me with two crack whores,” she lamented.“He never called to cancel our date. Bastard.” Meadow finished her drink and got another.“The bum kept me sitting in the restaurant.” She gulped a large amount.“Everyone there knew I had been stood up.” She sipped heartily on the whiskey.“I felt like a fool.” She drained the glass and got another.“I cared for him!” she wailed.She swallowed her drink. The alcohol burned her throat as it went down. Tears fell from her eyes.Arlo heard his Aunt crying. He ignored her for a long time, but even he was moved by her sobbing. Finally, he went to her and asked, “Wha, what’s the matter?”“You mean besides wasting six months of my life dating an embezzler and drug user?” She reached for the bottle to top off her drink and knocked it over.“Fuck!” she cried out and reached for the bottle. Arlo picked up the bottle. She wrenched it out of his hand. When she did, the bottle flew up and hit Arlo in the face.“Ouch,” he cried out.He wrestled the bottle away from her. He set the bottle on the counter out of his Aunt’s reach. His eye hurt. He rubbed it gently.He said, “Aunt Meadow, don’t you think you’ve had enough?”“I’ll be the judge of that,” she slurred.She stood and tried to go through Arlo to get to the liquor. She pummeled and scratched him. Arlo was only an average size guy, but he easily stopped her. She was drunk, unsteady and uncoordinated.“Let me by!” she demanded.Arlo stood his ground. Meadow tried to pass him on one side than the other. Then, she stopped. Arlo had been sliding left and right to block her. He hoped her lack of movement meant she’d given up.Meadow looked up at him. She didn’t look well. She wasn’t well. She hurled. Vomit poured out of her. It splattered on Arlo’s face and chest. Some went down his shirt and on his pants.“Oh God!” Arlo cried as he was hit with puke.The sight and putrid smell made him throw up. He raised his hands to block it. His vomit hit his hands and ricocheted onto his arms and shirt. It then dripped down on his pants and the floor. He was a smelly mess. He wanted to leave. He wanted to scream at his aunt, but just  then his own words, “It's noble to sacrifice for the good of others” came back to him, along with the mental image of his grandfather's approving, proud smile.Miraculously, Aunt Meadow was unsoiled.However, she was still drunk and still unsteady. She lost her balance and fell into Arlo. She hugged him to keep from falling over. It didn’t work. They both ended up on the floor, rolling around and getting covered in the smelly, slimy puke.Meadow freaked out. She shouted, “Take me to the bathroom! I have to get this off me!”Arlo led the filthy, unsteady woman to the bathroom.“Oh God! The smell!” Meadow complained.She ripped off her robe. She stood there in her nightgown and slurred, “Ya. Y'alls a mess, too. We need tah get them dirty clothes offa ya.”She began undressing her nephew. Arlo agreed. The smell was sickening. She helped him remove his shirt and pants. They both tossed their stinky clothing into a the open hamper. He stripped until he was down to his underwear.“Eya stinks. Eyes needs a shaw were,” Meadow said.She went to the shower and turned the water on. While she waited for the warm water, she pulled her gown over her head. She was too drunk to do this safely. The gown got stuck when it was half way off. She wasn’t wearing anything underneath. Arlo stared at her bare ass.She swayed as she struggled to escape the nightgown. Arlo moved in closed and held her hips. As he feared, she toppled over. He caught her and took a hard elbow to the body.“Pull it off,” Meadow demanded.Arlo steadied her with one hand around her waist and used his other hand to pull the nightgown off. He tossed it aside. Meadow cared not a whit that she was naked. Her focus was on getting clean. She stepped into the shower, turning the water on and adjusted the water’s temperature. Arlo was right behind her keeping her from falling.Arlo said to himself, ‘Wow. She’s naked. Her skin is so soft. I didn’t expect a woman in her forties to be this attractive.Meadow lost her balance again and Arlo had to catch her. He wrapped both arms around her to keep her upright. One arm met her breasts. She didn’t notice or care. She said nothing about it.Arlo was nervous and scared. He expected to be berated at any moment for touching her boobs. His face blushed bright red. His mind screamed, ‘You’re so dead for touching her boobs. She’s going to scream at you and tell Mom'.She stood in the stream of warm water.When she didn’t say anything, Arlo allowed himself to think about her breasts. He thought, ‘Her boobs are awesome. So big. So soft. Her nipples are sticking out obscenely.'.Her bare rump was pressed against his groin and his dick grew hard. She fidgeted and he had to adjust his grip on her nude body. A hand cupped her right breast. Her head turned to him and he expected the worst.“I’m dirty. I ma need a shower,” she said with the simplicity of a six-year-old.Her words stunned him. It took a moment for him to respond. “Aunt Meadow, I’m worried you’ll fall if I let go of you.”She looked down at the arms around her as if just noticing them; then looked back at him. He had vomit on him. She wrinkled her nose and said, “You smell bad.”She turned around and luxuriated in the spray and let the water beat down on her foggy skull. Arlo used this time to study and marvel at her body. This was the first nude woman he’d ever seen. His dick tented his wet shorts.She rinsed all traces of the vomit off her body. Arlo stood behind her. He kept his hands on her to make sure she didn’t fall.What he saw astounded him. “She beautiful,” he thought as he gazed at her. He loved everything about her. Her long, slender neck leading to her bare back fascinated him. He studied the soft curve of her shoulders and the indentation in the center of her back where her spinal column was.He loved how her broad shoulders swept down to a narrow waist and delightfully flared out at the hips. She had a plump womanly ass.Her back was tanned. Surprisingly, her bottom was too. ‘She suntans in the nude. Cool,' Arlo thought.He stepped back to get a complete view. She had firm thighs, slender calves, and small feet. Her dainty toenails were painted fire engine red. Beautiful.Meadow grabbed the shampoo, squeezed some into her hand and turned about as she worked it into her hair.“Oh!” Arlo gasped.She kept her eyes closed while she worked the shampoo through her hair and thoroughly scrubbed. She didn’t seem to care that he was seeing her naked. Arlo studied her front quickly in case this was his only chance. He checked her face to be sure her eyes were still closed. He noticed she had a round face, a thin nose, and full lips. Quickly his eyes stared at her breasts. They sagged. The nipples faced East and West, but he didn’t care. They looked wonderful to him.‘Fuck! This is unbelievable.' Arlo thought. ‘Look at her big tits bounce and shake. She has huge, hard nipples'.His internal conversation continued, ‘God! Look at her cunt. That hair is jet black. The hair on her head is brown. I can see her vulva!'Streams of water ran down her fully tanned, fit body. The water cascaded over her breasts, across her stomach and flattened and separated her pubic hair as it ran down her body. Arlo could see her thick vaginal lips through the soaked, parted hair.Arlo kept his hands on her hips as his eyes devoured her body. It was the first naked woman he’d seen in the flesh and it was as hot and exciting as he’d imagine.Meadow washed and rinsed her hair and then casually washed her body. Arlo hard cock lurched when she soaped her breasts. He almost came when she touched her ass and cunt thoroughly swabbed her most intimate parts.Meadow was in her own world as she scrubbed her body. After she rinsed off, she opened her eyes. They brightened in recognition that Arlo was in the shower too. She wasn’t self-conscious about her nudity. In a matter of fact way, she said,“Let’s gets y'all cleaned too.”She reached out and began washing his upper body. She smirked when she noticed he was in the shower with his underwear on.“This won’t do,” she said.She pulled his shorts off and giggled when his erection popped into view. She grabbed it and began washing it.“Someone’s grown up,” she purred.“Ah. Ah,” Arlo stammered. “You don’t have to do that,” he said embarrassed.She grasped his dick, stroked him and asked, “Are you sure you want me to stop?”Arlo was too scared and nervous to speak, but he prayed she’d ignore his protestations. She looked into his eyes and saw a pleading look.“I thought not,” she said with a knowing smile.“Oh. Oh,” Arlo moaned as she jacked him off.He almost cried when she stopped. She handed him the soap and said, “Clean up.”He hurriedly washed the vomit off his body. She stood and smiled watching his erection bounce around.When he was done, she held her hand out and said, “Give me the soap. Your back needs to get washed.”He did, then turned his back to her. Then, she soaped up his shoulders, back and under his arms. She set the soap on the dish and wrapped her sudsy hands around both sides of him, then back down to his stiff cock and said, “This needs a little more attention.”She soaped up his cock, dropped the soap and resumed beating him off. She pressed her tits into his back and breathed lustily into his ear as she stroked him. His eyes rolled back into his head and she held him steady as he moaned loudly, “Oh!”He came. She held his cock like a hose and directed the blasts of cum against the tile walls of the shower. Meadow laughed and milked his cock until he’d finished.“I gawda fire hose! Where's the fire! Gawd I love my fire hose.” She giggled . “ Hey, who turned my hose off?” She stroked his some more, but then gave up a few seconds later. Then she got quiet and looked around. She turned them both around and rinsed Arlo off as if nothing unusual had happened.Arlo stared at her plump rump and enjoyed the wonderful sensation of his very first handjob as he gasped for air.Meadow, now clean, pushed open the shower door and stepped out. She immediately slipped and fell hard on her ass.“Oh, my God! Are you okay?” Arlo called out. He was worried that she’d hurt herself. He quickly exited and went to her side.She was still inebriated. She said simply, “My bum hurts.”To be continued.By regularguy13 for Literotica

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On this episode of Online People Talking, Jen Barkan takes us back to a previously aired episode with Tara Barlia! Tara is an Online Sales Specialist at EYA, LLC and sat down with Jen to give some expert advice on having a backup plan. Tara shares that the most important way to avoid burnout is finding a backup person to handle leads over the weekend or during your vacation time so you're not coming back to a flood of emails. Together, Jen and Tara share all the tips and tricks to making your backup plan go seamlessly! Show Notes:Word On The Street: What People Are Thankful For! (01:56)Jen is thankful that we get to work from home!Jessie is seeing that a lot of people are thankful for the little things.Topic Of Today: Creating Your Backup Plan (06:55)Tara urges us, especially solo OSC's, to find someone who can manage your e-leads especially on your off time.They share tips of setting up training and expectations with your backup.For ease of confusion, Tara's backup was trained to communicate to leads as Tara herself and sign as such.They give some pro-tips including starting that transition period a day early, doing trial runs with your backup and making sure your leads are forwarded to your teammate and not being sent an automatic response.Skills Check! (36:29)Go figure out what your backup plan is!Try and figure out what your backup call flow will be when you're gone.Remember that you're human and to be vulnerable with your leadership group.

Market Proof Marketing · Ep 305: Creating Your Backup Plan with Tara BarliaDue to recent Summit events, we are releasing a special Online People Talking episode! In this episode, Jen Barkan is joined by Tara Barlia! Tara is an Online Sales Specialist at EYA, LLC and sat down with Jen to give some expert advice on having a backup plan. Tara shares that the most important way to avoid burnout is finding a backup person to handle leads over the weekend or during your vacation time so you're not coming back to a flood of emails. Together, Jen and Tara share all the tips and tricks to making your backup plan go seamlessly! Questions? Comments? Email show@doyouconvert.com or call 404-369-2595 and we'll address them on the next episode. More insights, discussions, and opportunities can be found at Do You Convert All Access or on the Market Proof Marketing Facebook group.Subscribe on iTunesFollow on SpotifyListen On StitcherA weekly new home marketing podcast for home builders and developers. Each week Kevin Oakley, Andrew Peek, Jackie Lipinski, Julie Jarnagin, and other team members from Do You Convert will break down the headlines, share best practices and stories from the front line, and perform a deep dive on a relevant marketing topic. We're here to help you – not to sell you!Transcript:JenHello everybody. My name is Jan Barkan, online sales coach at Do you convert and welcome to online people talking or opt as we like to call it this series is dedicated to you the new home online sales specialist all about enhancing your lives and careers. We'll talk about real life scenarios is dedicated just for you. I am so excited to talk about this topic today.JenI think mainly because when I was an online sales specialist, I did not have a really good backup plan. Partly because I was stubborn and wanted to do everything myself and nobody could do it as good as me, and I quickly learned that was a mistake. Totally regretted that because having a true backup plan to give you that piece in mind so that you can take breaks is so important.JenSo I'm excited to introduce our special guests today. Welcome, everybody.TaraTara Barley Hello, everyone.JenHello. We are so excited to have you, Tara. Tara is the online sales specialist, senior online sales specialist now at the neighborhoods of EIA. So welcome to.TaraApsara. Thank you. Thank you for having me.JenYeah, absolutely. So before we kind of get into our topic today, talking about backup plans, tell us a little bit about EIA for us. Like where in the world are you located? Tell us a little bit about yourself.TaraYeah. So we EIA has been around for about 30 years, mainly townhomes for new construction. We are located in the DMV area, so we have community throughout the D.C. district, Maryland and Virginia. As I say, the DMV, the head of motor vehicle. I know we do get that a lot. But so it's interesting to have, you know, at the same time might have different types of sales going through anywhere from, I guess price range from 600,000 to a mid million.TaraSo big range there. And the market can be different between DC, Maryland and Virginia at the same time. So it keeps it keeps it exciting.JenYeah. And how long have you been in the role of online?TaraIt will be about two and a half years I've been with EIA like.JenLike almost O.G. status.TaraI know through COVID that CRE probably feel longer and then into now. Yep.JenAnd what and what did you tell everybody what you did prior to that? Because I think it's interesting.TaraYeah. So prior I worked with the Washington Nationals baseball team here in DC. I was part of their ticket sales and service. So. So a lot of sales, a lot of customer service, just a very different product that we were selling.JenYeah. So Haaz, if you, if we have any baseball fans watching this. Yeah. If you're joining us, definitely. Chad and tell us hello that you're here, we want to say hi to you. A special shout out to the Chesapeake home team who told me that they were logging in and watching today. So hello, Chesapeake Homes here in Virginia Beach.JenLet me ask you, Tara, really quick, because I think as an online sales specialist out there watching, they can probably join in and answer this question, too, with you. So if your online sales and you're listening, chat this out, what what's the biggest challenge that you're dealing with right now?TaraBiggest challenge, I think just you don't have control of the market, of course. So just going through the ups and downs of that summer months can be a little bit slower when people are on vacation and trying to still find what that urgency is for for our homes. So I think that that's been the biggest challenge. But before we know it, it's going to be fall and it'll pick back up.TaraSo just trying to get people in before that craziness and find a home for everyone.JenSo, so true market fluctuating is one of the the hardest or most opportune time to be an online sales specialist. Right? Because as things fluctuate, we have to continue to evolve. However, what we do is the it's the constant, it's the constant and the variable of the new home industry. So I'm sure everybody can share in that with you that there's a lot changing.JenWe've had a pretty great year so far, right. And we'll see what the second half of the year brings for sure. So guys, I wanted to bring Tara on to talk to you today about having a backup plan. This is something that we see is still sometimes a challenge to figure out. And there's certain there's lots of different scenarios when you would need a backup plan.JenSo you could be a solo online sales specialist like Tara was before today.TaraYeah, literally today.JenLiterally today. Do you have a special shout out to.TaraShout out to Simone? First day today? She's joining me. Very excited.JenYes. Shout out to Simona. We're so excited to have you join the team. Hey, Jessie. Hey, Sam. Sam barking shout out to you, son. Okay, so there's several different scenarios. You might be a solo Aussie and as a solo Aussie, if you're working, if you're on demand seven days a week, you need to have a break, right? So who is going to be in the fort while you're off?JenYou have, of course, vacation. We do want you to take vacations, right? I know, Tara, you like to travel. So figuring out like you love to travel. So taking those vacations, sometimes there are emergencies you need to have. Like who is going to take the leads? And then there's like, overflow situations where maybe you have a lot of leads and you want to have that overflow person that can kind of be your support and backup.JenAnd then you have the long term leave type of situation, which is like a maternity or paternity leave. And for example, and you've got to figure out who is going to cover for you. So there's lots of different scenarios. The one that I want to talk about with Tara that she has recent experience with is having being that solo Aussie.JenSo, Tara, when did you like talk a little bit about when you realized like, okay, like we got to figure this out?TaraYes. So as many of you guys know, leads continue to come in. It doesn't matter if it's a weekend week day holiday. Everyone's continuing to look for for home. So weekends were technically my days off, but people are still coming in, asking for questions, asking for appointments. And like Jen said in the beginning, too, you don't want to miss out on something and you want to be there.TaraBut it's also important to not get overwhelmed and take that break and it'll make you better when you come back and get back on the job. So when I really notice that something might be needed, I'd come in on Monday morning and my inbox would be filled with leads coming in and you wanted to get to the ones that looked like they were the most important or how to prioritize that.TaraReally, You still wanted to get back to everyone. So that's when I really realized that something might need a backup plan. Someone else might need to come help and cover because it is. I think we've all heard Jen say that if you the sooner you get to someone, the more likely they'll still be interested. Haven't shopped around yet, but more likely to get that appointment.TaraSo the sooner the better. And as I realized when I was trying to catch up from all the weekends, my Monday was gone. I didn't even get to my Monday people. And then all of a sudden it's Wednesday, Thursday and I'm still maybe playing catch up. So really important to try and get that backup plan.JenWell, I want to go back to something you said really quick before we move forward. And you're in the way that you're structured before having a teammate as a solo. I see you were working five days a week and on two days that you were off, What was happening on those two days that you were off.TaraTo the leads online, Any form still went to my inbox now.JenAnd then. They were just getting it. Okay, So they were sitting waiting for you? Yeah.TaraMonday the phone calls, the phone inbound, the phone call did go to these sales reps on site, which is great. You know, someone's still answering. However, if they're on an appointment, the phone will ring. There's a voicemail maybe going on, then I never get to them since they might have just called in to the sales rep and hopefully, you know, you booked a lot of appointments for the weekend and they're full are open houses.TaraBut yes, the phones were going to the sales reps to see if they could answer any initial questions.JenSo a little bit of a it was kind of like a like halfway kind of a backup plan, Right. Like the the on her days off the sales reps were taking the calls. So in your call tracking system, you were forwarding those calls to their sales team. But the E leads, Internet leads that were coming in. We're just sitting there in her CRM.JenAnd so what she was saying, guys, and if you're a solo LC, we want to hear from you like solo or team like chat it out. I want to see who's on if you if they're sitting in your inbox and you wait until Monday like you're trying to catch up and they need your new leads that are coming in on Monday are not you're not getting to them, right?JenIt's like you're playing catch up, right?TaraYes.JenAnd then it's like, you know, hey, Steven, how are you? You're playing catch up. And so it's just like a domino effect and you never feel caught up, right? So I finally said how.TaraI admitted it. I did it. I needed help. Yes.JenI said, okay, okay. I given help. Okay. So where did you guys go to look like who? When you're thinking like, okay, who's this person going to be that's going to manage the elites? Who did you work for?TaraSo initially we had luckily we had a community that closed out. Okay. So we had a sales rep that had kind of waiting for the next community to open, had some more free time. So she filled in on just Saturdays and Sundays and would get the leads. We knew this was kind of in the short term.JenOkay.TaraDecision right then since we thought, you know, down the road we may hire another one if this ends up working out. And we would look at the answer how many people are answering and seeing if that number, the percentage goes up, which it did since I think people were getting we were getting back to people quicker. So that's why we ended up hiring another one.TaraBut Tammy was our sales rep who would help me out on the weekends. Okay. Actually log into my email and get all of the leads and be able to respond to everyone throughout the weekend. And just coming in on a monday the first week I came in on Monday had only eight in my inbox, and just like that, I was so relieved.TaraI felt like I can get to those people right away starting Monday fresh as opposed to dread. You know, people dread Mondays already. You don't want to try them.JenMore like, Oh, my inbox is going to have.TaraExactly. So even week one just just for myself to see that was was huge and we'll get it right. We trained it.JenSo why do we need a backup as a solo O.C. To prevent burnout, first and foremost, right To handle our leads better. I mean, if you are if your leads are sitting untouched for two days, you're missing opportunity, right? So there you go. And leads. Right now, somebody has a lead that's like golden butter role, right? I mean, that's a big deal.JenSo that's why we need to look at having a backup in that situation. Who you have like Tara close out community, a sales rep could come over and assist in that way. You might look at a sales assistant or marketing somebody on the marketing team possibly that could do that. Let's see what else? A design assistant I've seen.JenI've even seen managers. Yes, managers fill in right. And learn how to just be in reactive mode, how to enter the leads in CRM, how to what to do on the phone call, just basic hey online sales specialist, your D convert coach Jen Barkan here. Are you looking for guidance structure and proven methods to help you set more appointments and create more sales?JenThen join online sales coach Jesse Suggs and myself. We are offering an intense two day virtual training experience, followed by eight weeks of training and coaching through our online sales academy. This fall. Jesse and I have been in your shoes and we teach from our direct experience and years of coaching online sales specialists just like you. This will be hands on and real world.JenNo theory here. If you're interested, don't miss this incredible opportunity. Reserve your spot today by visiting. Do you convert dot.com? So let's kind of get into that segue by now, as you have, Tammy. Yes, thank goodness for Tammy. MAN Hey, Tammy, what did the like what type of training or what were the expectations set for your backup?TaraSo it was, of course, great that she already had a sales background, knew, you know, with our company a while, she knew a little bit about each community. Of course she knew about hers the most. But I made sure that she had all of our pricing and floor plans. That was simple. As far as other training walked her through sequences.TaraSo she actually would, if she did not get in touch with anyone just like us, she would set up a sequence and it actually, if they didn't answer the sequence would then turn into me. So would be like, Hi, I know we didn't catch up over the weekend and then if they did answer now it's a weekday, I'm back, it comes to me, they call me, they email me so we don't have to worry of losing a lead or anything like that.TaraAnd then I just pick back up where Tammy left off, and it was pretty much it was a pretty good smooth transition from there. And just the beginning of teaching the sequences, sales on site, as we know, may not know all the sequences and all of that, but just teaching that and taking the time to do that was, yeah, it definitely paid off.JenSo yeah, you definitely didn't need to teach her, you know, internal backup, right? They're going to know your going and they're going to know the homes and the communities and things like that. But you, you needed to take some time to teach them, okay, When you get a new lead, this is what you need to do in the CRM, Right?JenSo it's it's very minimal, though. We don't need to put our part time backups through for like online sales training necessarily. Right. In certain situations, we're just kind of teaching them the basics and how to be reactive. And something that Tara said that was really important is that when you have your backup that's filling in for you, it's not necessarily like you don't need to assign like they're not taking ownership of those leads, right?JenIf somebody calls in and she's helping them and she sets the appointment, great, But she's not carrying them through the 30 day follow up process as her own. You know, she's just starting them on the follow up process. And then when you came back, you're picking that back up. So we get a lot of questions about that. You know, as far as like do does does the backup like hold on to all the leads?JenIs the backup doing the the process prospecting? Well, thank you. Stephen. Yeah. I mean, in a perfect world I think everybody should be trained in online sales. But, you know, that's just me. Now, listen, the devil is in the details. And what I mean by that is it's one thing to go, yes, I've got a backup. We you know, Mike is stepping up.JenHe's going to be my backup. But now what? Like, you've got to take some time to figure out the logistics. And we actually have Amanda martin from our team is getting ready to release a playbook for online sales on the logistics and setup for how to do your backup. So I'm not going to go into too much detail here.JenBut Tara, talk a little bit about the logistics as far as like in your call tracking in your like what did you guys do for like email and CRM and call tracking?TaraSo a lot of it we use HubSpot at, at our company here. So a lot of it was training through there. And again, luckily the sales rep has already has an account with HubSpot, but she actually would log in as me too. So it was fully taking on my role just for Saturday and Sunday That way no confusion on the client since that's kind of the most important.TaraAnd if we if they didn't connect, it's, you know, they might have thought it was just me all along. But she did sign her name, you know, in regards to Tara, just so people knew something like that. But again, as far as the sequences would go, it would then go straight straight to me for phone calls. All of our communities then got switched off.TaraI think it was Saturday morning at 10 a.m., got switched to her so that she can get started and do Saturday and Sunday and then it automatically for call will automatically switch back to me on Monday morning. So. Okay. Okay. So let's work on our end all computer and it again it was very smooth transition.JenSo that's the beauty of having a call tracking system and being able to set up like a workflow and schedule. So what I'm hearing you say is like this schedule wise, when this time hit, calls are flipped over to Tammy, and when the shift ends, the calls are flipped back over to Yep, right? Yes. And that's the beauty of automation and setting all of that stuff up.JenSo that's great. The other thing to think about too, I don't know that you guys did this, but you know, if you have a let's talk a little bit about like a longer extended stay. You're taking a vacation and you're going to be gone for more than just a couple of days. Really thinking about don't just set up an auto responder that says, hey, I'm out on vacation, contact my teammate, Symon.JenYou know, really look at having those work emails forwarded to your teammate so that it's a seamless process. We always want to keep the customer in mind here. So if the customer then has to go do another step to contact now. Symon that's not as that's not the best experience possible. So we want that to be seamless as set up filters in your inbox that forwards your emails over to your teammate.JenDon't just rely on the auto responder and then definitely have some time to do some lightweight CRM training, lightweight call tracking training just so they have the basics and understand all of those things. Anything else to add there, Tara, that I'm thinking about? Logistical, logistically.TaraLogistically, I think, yeah, that that was it. And then also the big thing to still still try and get them to know most of the basic qualifying questions just so that they're making good appointments. And it was fun to kind of do that with her since she was an onsite sales rep. So she got to see the side of of seeing how we qualify them for appointments for her.TaraSo that was fun too, to kind of do with her.JenI just saw this out of the corner of my eye here and give your backup, you know, make them a prospecting sheet that has the things that you want to make sure get asked and get entered into the CRM on your behalf. Like these things need to be asked. They need to go in the CRM. This is really important and this gives them a guide to make sure that they they do that.JenNow, a couple of other things to think about. Here's some pro tips for if you're going on vacation. Okay, So we are going to be out. You have found your backup. You have figured out all the logistical things that you need to the first thing you want to do, too, is test it out. Test your backup plan out.JenOkay. Meaning while you are still working and on, you know, you go ahead and you turn everything over and you make sure technically that it's working, that they're getting the leads that they know how to while you're still there and you can answer questions, so do a practice run. The other thing is give yourself a ramp down period and a ramp up period.JenHere's what I mean by that. So if you know, you're going to be going out for the weekend or going on vacation or going on maternity or paternity leave to start your time a little bit earlier so that you're not getting new leads right up until the time you go on vacation. Go ahead and turn things over to your backup either a half day or a day before you are going to be out.JenAnd then also when you come back, you're going to have some catch up to do right, Tara? Yes, you're buoyant. You're having you come back. You know, even Tara just being out for the weekend, right, as a solo or C you're going to have stuff too. So when you come back in and give yourself a ramp up period, don't have you keep your backup on until half day or even a full day.00:24:17:25 - 00:24:44:21JenIf you've been out a while, you have have that person stay on until you can get caught up. So just a couple of things to think about. And then my advice and this is definitely for Martha, who's watching, Don't sweat. Don't sweat the small stuff, right. The the benefit of taking the time off are going to outweigh it not being perfect.JenWhat do you think about that, Tara?TaraYou burnout is real. You you deserve a break and that's why we have these backup plans. So so definitely enjoy that break. And you come back, you feel revamped, re-energized and maybe better for the clients in the long run and your success. So totally agree.JenHey, listen, this is something small. I just did this on vacation, like actually take the time to go in and turn your notifications off, like turn your email notifications off, turn your internal slack off, you know, and just really have a break. You know, sometimes when we it's called a fake break, when we when we're like, yeah, like we're off you know.JenBut what happens is you're anticipating that you might have to do some work, like I might have to go in and respond to that person. I might have to answer that lead really quickly or whatever. It's not a big deal. But what happens is you never fully relax, you never fully recharge. And so what we know, Tara, right, is that if you're not happy, neither are your customers either.JenIf your burnout, neither are your customers. So were you feeling that way? Like, where are you starting to feel like, Oh.TaraIt was just the dreading of Monday more than it should have been? It's probably how I felt. And then, you know, you have your phone on you, even if you're like, I will not answer it. It's the weekend. But you see it and you see it going, Yeah, it's oh gosh. And then you think, All right, if I answer a few now, maybe Monday won't be so bad.TaraAnd yeah, you know, it can cycle. So that's I think when I realized Yeah.JenAnd now you have a, you have a team, right. And, and this is a big leap that you're taking.TaraI and.JenThat's the reason.TaraI will be going on maternity leave at the end of August. So the timing for this.JenSo this is, this is a big leave. This is a big backup situation which now is a teammate. But I just want to also caution everybody that even if you have a team and you're watching this stuff happens, like on teams where you need a backup, you need to have somebody on the bench that's ready. So don't wait.JenI guess I'm saying is don't wait to maybe cross train or get somebody in the know on what it is that you're doing, how your systems work. Take some time to create some you know that you have ready and available that if there was an emergency, if somebody needed to step in, you would have some documentation and be able to help.JenSo flip the switch is what you guys need to be thinking. Hey, I have an emergency, but that's okay. I've got a backup plan that I can just switch on right and execute right away. Okay, fine. Rapid fire fun questions.TaraOkay.JenYour favorite thing about being an online sales specialist?TaraFavorite thing? I mean, there's so many, but I think it's fun to be that first voice or face that they see and really represent the company. So I think it's just fun to set the expectation high of what they'll experience throughout their new homebuying experience. And it's fun to be that that person. Oh.JenI love that answer. What do you do now? What do you do to recharge your battery when you are off?TaraI exercise. I know it's kind of funny, but, you know, let out that steam not get that. I used to run a little bit. Now it's been a little bit more weight lifting. Lightweight.JenOkay Momma.TaraBut getting still getting that hour in for exercise. It's super important.JenOh, okay, guys. She said she used to run a little bit. Oh, what did you just do?TaraI did do the New York City marathon last year.JenAny other New York City marathon runners out there? Shout it out. You're this. You're a whole group of people. What any current books that you're reading.TaraSo I literally just start I think I'm late to this trend but lessons in chemistry I'm two chapters in so do not know much about it but I just finished Verity two, which was.JenOh, very good. That was really good. I literally was I was reading it and I went, Oh my gosh, yeah. My husband's like, What are you reading over there? I was like, Oh, don't.TaraWorry about it. She added a chapter too. So I don't know if you read the the add on chapter. It's very interesting.JenTo her fans out there.TaraYes.JenLet's one thing that most people don't know about you.TaraI'm I was a division one gymnast in college.JenMartha.TaraSo. Yeah.JenHave you met Martha?TaraI have not know.JenOh, my gosh. Any other gymnasts out there? I mean, Martha, I'm pretty sure was like a Division one gymnast, too. But you guys are like.TaraWe have a lot to talk about then. Yeah.JenYeah. Okay, last question, because I'm always looking for something great to watch on TV. Are you watching anything good on TV? Like, what's the latest thing?TaraThe latest? We just finished The Bear on Hulu and it's very good. It's about kind of starting a restaurant in Chicago and how crazy that industry is. Speaking of different industries, it is wild to see see the food and restaurant industry.JenDoes it make you not want to eat out?TaraNo, that's fine. It just intends to start at your own restaurant. It's a big challenge, but it's very, very good. Yes. Okay.JenWell, okay. I'm going to have to check it out. It's very fair. Thank you so much.TaraYes, thank you for having me. This is so fun.JenOh, my gosh. You are just fantastic. I'm so excited that you took the leap to have a backup. It also just validated the fact that you needed a teammate, your company supported you, got you a teammate, and we're just looking forward to that. So much. So thank you so much. And thank you, guys.TaraThank you. And we might have to do an update when I get back from maternity leave. Yes. Yes. Okay.JenOkay. We are we're going to do an update. Thanks for watching.TaraThank you.JenThanks for watching. Opt in. Hey, guys, Make sure you check out D convert dot com. Sign up for our newsletter if you haven't because we are constantly sending out great content and be sure to watch out for Amanda's playbook on backup plans and how to set those up. And we will see you next time.TaraThank you. The post Ep 305: Creating Your Backup Plan with Tara Barlia appeared first on Online Sales and Marketing for Home Builders - DYC.

We were really excited to speak to Alison  who is the Early Years Development Manager at the Early Years Alliance  (EYA) we discover what her role is all about and why understanding  Early Years is so crucial. Alison shares with us her journey through the early years arena and we learn how the EYA works to support families and educators with everything early years. The EYA are striving to raise the profile of early years and are working hard to ensure that early years are recognised by the Government and society for its importance and value. Supporting children and families now enables future generations to thrive. Head to the EYA website find brilliant family and educators resources and ‘Join the fight for fair early years funding'   www.eyalliance.org.uk  Email: connect@eyalliance.org.uk    Twitter/X: @EYAlliance Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/EYAllianceLinkedIn: www.linkedin.com/company/early-years-alliance/Head to www.thrivinglanguage.co.uk In-house training for educators, key note speakers and workshops, one to one sessions for speech language and communication and play sessions for children and families. Publications Routledge: Speech Language and Communication in the Early Years Speech Language and Communication for Healthy Little Minds Email Rebecca@thrivinglanguage.co.uk Thank you for listening and being part of this awesome Thriving community who empower all children to be understood.   Love  The Beckies

Marcus experienced a dramatic wake-up call when driving back from Memphis, TN with three other friends. They were in a terrible car accident and should have died upon impact, yet miraculously, everyone survived. This was the start of a challenging and often confusing journey that God used to ultimately bring Marcus into the plan and purpose he was designed for: bring hope and healing to others around the world. Special Guest: Marcus Black.

C'est un fait divers qui a défrayé la chronique en Tunisie en 2015 : le départ de Tunisie de deux adolescentes ayant rejoint Daech pour faire le jihad. Leur mère, Olfa Hamrouni, avait remué ciel et terre et mobilisé les médias pour retrouver ses deux filles aînées. La réalisatrice tunisienne Kaouther Ben Hania a vu dans cette histoire plus qu'un fait divers : l'histoire d'une malédiction, ou la reproduction de la violence, du patriarcat, de génération en génération. Elle a convaincu Olfa et ses deux filles cadettes, Eya et Tayssir, de participer à un film en compagnie d'actrices : deux jeunes jouant les filles aînées disparues, « dévorées par le loup », et la star Hend Sabri interprétant Olfa.« Les filles d'Olfa » est sans doute l'œuvre la plus impressionnante de la compétition du dernier festival de Cannes, impressionnante par son ampleur, son ambition et son dispositif qui mêle fiction et documentaire, analyse très fine et profonde de la reproduction de la violence, et déconstruction politique et sociale. À l'affiche de notre cinéma ce samedi, le journal du cinéma et la correspondance de Romain Chanson en Afrique du Sud sur la 3ème saison de la série « Shuga ».

Before Ashlee's mom died of cancer, she made her promise two things: always remember you were meant for more and always have faith. But she wound up living with a victim mindset surviving on a day-to-day basis for years. Then one day with the checkbook showing a negative $54 balance something broke inside. She started crying and fell on her knees in prayer saying, “I know I've been gone but I'm here now. What do I do? Because I can't live this way anymore.” In that moment of desperation God gave her an answer that would turn into a business and result in her speaking truth into the lives of thousands of people. Special Guest: Ashlee Branstetter.

Eya, pá... 54 minutos. Certo, este ficou grande, mas vale a pena porque conseguimos resumir 15 dias no Japão numa hora. Falámos de jactos de água no rabo, de sushi, de vénias, de dar comida a veados, de cantar Taylor Swift num karaoke e da Rita andar em montanhas russas. Tudo isto gravado sob ataque do Risotto, que conseguiu parar o episódio a meio com o rabo. Esperemos que gostem e que se tiverem mais questões, dúvidas ou problemas, que enviem para terapiadecasalpodcast@gmail.com. Arigato gozaimasu. *Vénia* ________________ Terapia de Casal é o podcast que pode acabar com o casamento do Guilherme Fonseca e da Rita da Nova. Enviem as vossas questões/inquietações/dúvidas amorosas para terapiadecasalpodcast@gmail.com que nós respondemos. Sigam-nos nas redes: @guilhermefon @ritadanova Música de Vitor Carraca Teixeira. Imagem de Carolina Costa. Fotografia de Inês Costa Monteiro. Obrigado por ouvirem.

As projects that are building "under the radar" on Cardano are concerned, Kemiland is definitely one of the more interesting ones. We speak to Eya, who explains that"Kemi" is what Egypt used to be called in ancient times. The Kemiland metaverse aims to be an pretty accurate representation. One the one hand it will be possible to visit the sites as if one were in Egypt. On the other hand Kemiland is in the process of being gamified and promises to be lots of fun. You can find Kemiland at www.kemiland.io and their Twitter handle is  @KemiMeta  Click "Show More", The Cardano Hotel Podcast produces videos of interviews about people in the Cardano blockchain ecosystem. #Cardano #cardanohotelpodcast If you would like to be our next guest feel free to contact us at: hotelcardano@gmail.com We welcome Cardano fans around the world to share your Cardano related story in an interview supported by your home-made videos. Please Subscribe to our channel and remember to give the video a "Thumbs Up". Channel Link: https://www.youtube.com/@CardanoHotelPodcast/ The Cardano Hotel Podcast is supported by a Stakepool. To support the channel please delegate to Stakepool "HOTEL” or https://adapools.org/pool/pool17pv7m8h5dxsyt55upay8n8ake2cgcz4mcr737um2tl8d2wthzqr or stakepool ALKUL PLEASE JOIN OUR SOCIAL MEDIA https://www.facebook.com/cardanohotelpodcast Twitter: https://twitter.com/chotelpodcast Gmail: cardanohotelpodcast@gmail.com This channel is sponsored by “The CardanoVerse” https://cardanoverse.app a Metaverse dedicated to growing the Cardano community & ecosystem. Post Production & Editing by http://metavurtu.com

Link to bioRxiv paper: http://biorxiv.org/cgi/content/short/2022.10.27.514061v1?rss=1 Authors: Hidalgo, S., Anguiano, M., Tabuloc, C. A., Chiu, J. C. C. Abstract: Organisms adapt to seasonal changes in photoperiod and temperature to survive; however, the mechanisms by which these signals are integrated in the brain are poorly understood. We previously reported that EYES ABSENT (EYA) in Drosophila shows higher levels in cold temperature or short photoperiod, and genetic ablation of eya in the fly brain inhibits reproductive dormancy, suggesting that EYA promotes winter physiology. Nevertheless, the mechanisms by which EYA senses seasonal cues are unclear. Pigment-Dispersing Factor (PDF) is a neuropeptide important for photoentrainment and regulation of circadian output rhythms. Interestingly, PDF also regulates reproductive dormancy, suggesting that it may mediate the function of the circadian clock in modulating seasonal physiology. In this study, we investigated the role of PDF signaling in mediating the impact of EYA on seasonal biology. First, we subjected flies to different photoperiodic and temperature regimes and observed that PDF abundance is lower in cold and short days, compared to warm and long days. Interestingly, the response of PDF to seasonal cues is opposite of what was observed for EYA. We then determined the potential for PDF to convey seasonal cues and modulate EYA function in seasonality by assessing coexpression of EYA and PDF receptor. Our results indicated that PDF receptor (PDFR) is indeed coexpressed with EYA in the fly brain, including in the circadian clock neuronal network and neurons in the pars intercerebralis. We then manipulated PDF signaling in eya+ cells to show that PDF modulates seasonal adaptations in daily activity rhythm and ovary development via EYA-dependent and independent mechanisms. At the molecular level, manipulating PDF signaling impacted EYA protein abundance. Specifically, we showed that protein kinase A (PKA), an effector of PDF signaling, phosphorylates EYA and promotes its degradation. This explains the opposite responses of PDF and EYA abundance to changes in seasonal cues. In summary, our results support a model in which PDF signaling negatively modulates EYA levels to regulate seasonal physiology, linking the circadian clock to the modulation of seasonal adaptations. Copy rights belong to original authors. Visit the link for more info Podcast created by Paper Player, LLC

In aflevering vijf horen we het verhaal van Enya, CEO van ‘HorizonYou' en Innovation manager van ‘WONDR Care' en ‘Planet B'. Enya is een vrouw en voelt al 27 jaar een enorme passie voor het menselijk bestaan. Ze wilt graag iets wonderbaarlijk humanitair betekenen in en voor deze wereld. En daarin slaagt ze ook. Wil je Eya's visie op het leven leren kennen? Wil je weten hoe ze omgaat met het in transitie zijn naar zichzelf?Luister nu! Het is het wondrwaard! PS: Wij geven 15 procent korting cadeau op alle WONDR producten. CHECK TABOEBS.BE of ga nu naar de website. #podcast #taboe #taboedoorbreken #taboedoorbrekend #gender #genderfluid #love #kwetsbaarheid #jezelf #samen #luisteren #ikbenopen #ikbenhier #minderschaamte #meerkwetsbaarheid #♥

From Gravitas Ventures, Smallbox Entertainment Group, Eating You Alive, and The Purjes Foundation, a new feature-length documentary film to be released on August 30, 2022, in select theaters and streaming platforms. Pre-sale orders start on August 1, 2022, here DRH AppleTV/ITunes Official Trailer https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k_PGg... DISEASE REVERSAL HOPE! The Film is an inspiring, gripping, and enlightening documentary featuring people who suffered from debilitating, often fatal, chronic diseases: heart disease, cancer, diabetes, kidney disease, liver disease, rheumatoid arthritis, multiple sclerosis, depression, anxiety, obesity, and many other diseases. They share raw, vulnerable, and remarkable transitions from suffering to health. Today they live vibrant lives, symptom-free, with little or no medication. https://diseasereversalhope.org/ All of the sm links are on the website where people can also find cooking demos of each of the cast favorite recipe, (Clean Eats), a clip from their story (Quick Cuts and and interview with Dr. Scott Stoll (House Calls). These are also posted on social media for Eating You Alive. https://www.eatingyoualive.com/ Eating You Alive is now available to watch for free on Youtube https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gMdSU... DiseaseReversalHope.org is a non-profit established by Executive Producer Dan Purjes, who with Dr. Scott Stoll, a pioneer in lifestyle medicine, wrote the book DISEASE REVERSAL HOPE! Real People, Real Stories, available on Amazon. This intense film brings the book to life. Theatrical release on August 30, 2022, in select theaters, TBA. CAST - The film's cast features some familiar faces who have not only maintained the lifestyle, but look better than ever! Their stories feature new faces as significant members of their journey, (spouses) share their perspective as well. New cast members tell stories of reversing chronic diseases including Multiple Sclerosis, Anxiety/Depression and Addictions And Rheumatoid arthritis. These are just a few select stories from the book co-written by Dr. Scott Stoll and Dan Purjes. Smallbox Entertainment Group is our production company founded by Paul David Kennamer, (Director of EYA, PlantWise and Disease Reversal Hope!) He's been in the production industry for over 40 years. We are a turn-key company providing all services from Concept through post production with exception of original composition for score. We work with grammy award winning producer/composers for that. Michael Omartian was the composer for the EYA score. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Michael... Merrilee Jacobs, Producer has a background by education and in experience in healthcare administration, and in the food industry by entrepreneurial venture which brought a unique perspective to the subject of food and health. Growing up, my family was not vegetarian, however after my maternal grandmother died of colon cancer, my mother began to investigate how to prevent. This was in the early 70's. Through seminar given by a panel of physicians, one in particular promoted the idea of vegetarianism - so she came home and stopped preparing meat at home- although we ate it when we went out to eat. I had bouts of vegetarianism personally in my younger years and finally gave it up with exception of fish when I had my first child. but I loved dairy - didn't give that up until our production team made the switch to a WFPB diet. ...and the rest is history!

When you're in a season full of disappointment, unmet expectations, or waiting, one of the best things you can do is to look for ways to use this time, and this season, to grow and make the most of where you are.You can volunteer, learn something new, find a hobby, or finish a project you've been putting off.In this episode, Jordan explores one way you can make the most of where you are right now: by decorating your home.In a conversation with Re-Fabbed blogger and design enthusiast, Brooke Riley, they explore how you can be inspired to look at the season you're in and the space you live in and make it more beautiful.This is the seventh and last episode in a series that goes along with Jordan's new book, Embrace Your Almost.With content that complements chapter 12 of the book, this episode will help you get creative in the space and season you're in, and figure out how to decorate your home while honoring your budget.Tune in to learn:Easy ways to decorate each room of your houseWhere to find inexpensive home decorHow to mix and match pieces, textures, and materialsThe key decor elements that can change a roomDiscussion questions to help you make the most of the season you're inWant to dig deeper?Hear more from Brooke Riley: https://www.re-fabbed.com/Get a copy of Embrace Your Almost: https://www.re-fabbed.com/Download the free EYA book guide: https://jlmedia.lpages.co/eya-book-study-guide/ Start the EYA Bible study plan: https://www.bible.com/reading-plans/30872 

Have you ever heard "start with the end in mind"? It works for so many things, including IEPs! In this episode, we will walk through why a vision statement may be helpful for a variety of reasons! Then I'll walk you through the process of writing one (in 30 minutes or less!) AND, of course, I have a free handout to walk you through it, too! You can get that handout at www.parentfriendlyot.com/guide  shownotes:  www.parentfriendlyot.com/episode41  EYA facebook group (to share your statement and get feedback): https://www.facebook.com/groups/365033878323074/   

Have you ever heard "start with the end in mind"? It works for so many things, including IEPs! In this episode, we will walk through why a vision statement may be helpful for a variety of reasons! Then I'll walk you through the process of writing one (in 30 minutes or less!) AND, of course, I have a free handout to walk you through it, too! You can get that handout at www.parentfriendlyot.com/guide  shownotes:  www.parentfriendlyot.com/episode41  EYA facebook group (to share your statement and get feedback): https://www.facebook.com/groups/365033878323074/   

When is the last time you had fun just to have fun - when you actually scheduled time to enjoy your hobby?Maybe you've got a never-ending to-do list and a hobby seems like a luxury you don't have time for.Or maybe you find it difficult to pick up new things because you hate the feeling of being an amateur.In this episode, Jordan chats with podcast host and author Annie F. Downs about the importance of having fun and how to integrate fun into your life even in the midst of a difficult or busy season.As part of a series about unmet expectations, this conversation will bring you encouragement about the importance of finding a hobby, especially as adults, and especially when life isn't going according to your expectations.If you're ready to have some fun, then tune in to this episode to learn:Why it's so important to have fun and make space for hobbiesReasons why we tend to abandon fun as we grow upHow to choose a hobby that's right for youThe importance of being an amateur at somethingHow to prioritize fun in your lifeWhy it's important to hold joy and pain at the same timeWant to dig deeper?Hear more from Annie Downs: https://www.anniefdowns.com/Get a copy of Embrace Your Almost: https://jordanleedooley.com/eyaDownload the free EYA book guide: https://jlmedia.lpages.co/eya-book-study-guide/ Start the EYA Bible study plan: https://www.bible.com/reading-plans/30872

Bob Youngentob shares his story of his passion for photography leading eventually to starting a very successful development company in EYA

Bob Youngentob shares his story of his passion for photography leading eventually to starting a very successful development company in EYA

Bob Youngentob shares his story of his passion for photography leading eventually to starting a very successful development company in EYA

Depuis près de 20 ans, l'African Business club promeut les initiatives en faveur de l'Afrique en France, mais aussi les entreprises qui se positionnent comme des acteurs majeurs du développement économique du continent africain. Ce crédo nous a poussé à nouer ce beau partenariat avec Deloitte Afrique Francophone qui se positionne comme un cabinet de conseil leader dans l'accompagnement des gouvernements et entreprises africaines pour atteindre leurs objectifs de développement économique et le bien-être de leurs parties prenantes. Nous vous proposons tout au long des semaines qui vont suivre, une suite d'entretien avec des membres de Deloitte Afrique francophone, partenaire, manager, avocat, consultant de divers secteurs, pays et practice. Tous reviendront sur leurs parcours, riches, en Afrique mais aussi à l'extérieur du continent, les missions qu'ils ont l'occasion de réaliser, leurs visions du conseil en Afrique, pourquoi Deloitte est le meilleur choix pour eux si vous avez des projets d'installation en Afrique dans l'écosystème consulting. Loin d'être une campagne publicitaire ces échanges sont un moment de sincérité et d'ouverture sur des parcours variés et une réelle source d'apprentissage pour chacun d'entre nous. Nous avons eu toute liberté pour mener des échanges que nous avons voulu drôles, léger et édifiants. Pour ce 3èmee épisode, nous recevons EYA CHEMLI, Manager stratégie et opérations dans les équipes de Deloitte Tunis. Eya travaille sur les sujets d'innovation et de développement de l'écosystème des startups. Après des études en Tunisie et une participation à un programme de leadership aux USA, Atlas Corp, Eya décide de rentrer à Tunis dans les équipes de Deloitte. Eya nous parle de sa passion de la musique qui lui permet de prendre de la hauteur sur ses tâches du quotidien et du challenge qu'elle a eu à prendre la position de manager. Je ne vous en dis pas plus, et je vous laisse découvrir EYA Chemli et son parcours au sein de Deloitte. Je vous dis à la semaine prochaine pour le dernier épisode de la série Deloitte par l'African Business Club Paris.

S01 E07 Tenses Gii, Wii, Da, DaaTo change the time an event takes place with VIIs (and all other verb groups) add prefixes to the verb. Gii-, Wii-, da-, daa-.Gii- is the past tense prefix. Ate (it is in a certain place) becomes Gii-ate (It was in a certain place)Wii- is the desiritive future tense, translated as will or want to, so:Waaseyaamagad (it is sunny) becomes Wii-waaseyaamagad (it will be sunny)Da- is the future tense marker in the even is certain to happen so:Gisinaamagad (it is cold) becomes Da-gisinaamagad (it shall be cold)Daa- is the tense marker for future things that could would or should happen so:Gimiwan (it is raining) becomes Daa-gimiwan (It could rain).Initial Consonant Change Chart from Gii- and Wii-b | —> | pd | —> | tg | —> | kj | —> | chz | —> | sB→P so: Gii-piinad from Biinad: vii it is clean to It was clean.D→T so: Wii-tazhishin from dazhishin: vii it is in a certain place to it will be in a certain placeG→K so: Wii-kikendaagwad From Gikendaagwad (it is known) to It will be known.J→ Ch so: Gii-chaagide from jaagide: vii It is burned up. Into Wit was burned up.Z→S So: Gii-sogipo from Zoogipo: vii it is snowing to it snowed.VIIs this episode:Refresher words:Gisinaa vii: It is coldAte vii: It is in a certain placeNoondaagwad vii it is heardGimiwan vii it is rainingAwanibiisaa vii It is SprinklingAgoode vii: It is hangingWaaseyaa: vii It is sunnyMichaa: vii It is big.Giizhiitaa: vii it is done, it is readyOnzhishin: vii it is niceWese'an: vii There is a tornadoNoodin: vii It is windyGashkawan: vii there is a thick fogBiinad: vii it is cleanNiiskaadad: vii there is bad weatherMinose: vii it goes well, it is good luckBaswewe: vii it echoesMinopogwad: vii it tastes goodGikendaagwad: vii it is knownMinomaagwad: vii It smells GoodAanakwad: vii it is cloudyNew Words this week:Zoogipo: vii it is snowingMizhawkad: vii the sky is clearAabawaa: vii it is warm weatherExamples in the text:Da-zoogipo waabang. It shall snow tomorrow.Wii-mizhakwad awaswaabang. It will be clear the day after tomorrow.Gaawiin gii-aabawaasinoon bijiinaago. It wasn't wasn't warm yesterday.Additional Example: Daa-gimiwan waabang. It could rain tomorrow. Quiz:Conversations: Q: Gii-aabawaa ina noongom?A: Eya, gii-aabawaa noongom/ eya, gii-aabawaamagad noongom. (yes it was warm today)A: Gaawiin gii-aabawaasinoon noongom/ Gaawiin gii-aabawaamagasinoon noongom. (No it was not warm today.Q: Daa-gimiwan ina waabang? (Could it rain tomorrow?)A: Eya, daa-gimiwan waabang. (yes it could rain tomorrow)A: eya, da-gimiwan waabang. (yes it shall rain tomorrow)A: Gaawiin da-gimiwanzinoon waabang, da-zoogipon! (no it shall not rain tomorrow, it shall snow)Q: Wii-kiizhiitaamagad ina waabang enokiiyan? Will it be finished tomorrow the thing you are working on?A: Eya, wii-kiizhiitaamagad waabang! (Yes it will be finished tomorrow)A: Gaawiin wii-kiizhiitaamagasinoon waabang. (no it will not be finished tomorrow) Aaniin ekidong Daa-gimiwan waabang Zhaaganashiimowin? (It could rain Tomorrow)Aaniin ekidong It shall rain tomorrow Ojibwemowin? (da-gimiwan waabang)Aaniin ekidong Gii-kimiwan bijiinaago Zhaaganashiimowin? (it did rain yesterday)Aaniin ekidong It will rain tomorrow Ojibwemowin? (Wii-kimiwan waabang)Aaniin ekidong Gii-piinadoon ina bijiinaago Zhaaganashiimowin? (were they clean yesterday?)Aaniin ekidong They were not hanging yesterday Ojibwemowin? (Gaawiin gii-agoodesinoonin bijiinaago)Aaniin ekidong Zhaaganashiimowin?Aaniin ekidong Ojibwemowin?If you want to get in touch withAaniin ekidong Eya' Zhaaganashiimowin?Aaniin ekidong Ojibwemowin?Aaniin ekidong Zhaaganashiimowin?Aaniin ekidong Ojibwemowin?Feel free to email me at ojibwemodaapodcast@gmail.com Some Great Online Resources for Learning Minnesota Ojibwe:https://ojibwe.lib.umn.edu/ I highly recommend Wendy Makoons Genius's Ojibwe classes at UW Eau Claire, which she makes available online to everyone:https://www.uwec.edu/academics/college-arts-sciences/departments-programs/languages/academic-offerings/online-ojibwe-language-program/ I'll be reading from and referring back to the Oshkaabewis Native Journal Volume 4 No. 1. The article about VIIs begins on page 121. You can download a PDF here:https://www.bemidjistate.edu/airc/wp-content/uploads/sites/85/2016/03/onj-vol4-num1.pdf To attend the Language table: The White Earth Tribal and Community College Ojibwe Language Table meets every Tuesday and Thursday starting around 7 and ending between 8 and 9. Zoom Meeting ID: 945 8146 7003Password: 749886

Friends, all the things are possible in business. Today, on the podcast, I have a fantastic conversation with 6 figure earner, Ashlee Fay. Ashlee built a very successful biz with a negative bank account and has a true testimony to how hard work and perseverance pays off. God will absolutely make something out of nothing when you put it in His hands...this episode is a must-listen! Hit the Highlights (03:03) Meet Ashlee Fay (07:05) You don't need permission (08:30) Building a biz from a negative account (10:25) Leveling up when things get hard (12:50) How tumblers turned to teaching (16:00) Sharing real struggle has power (17:00) Overcoming self-doubt (21:30) Involving our kids in the business process All About Ashlee Ashlee Fay Branstetter is the creator of, Ashlee Fay Designs, The Purpose Journal, the Embrace Your Ambition podcast & Conference, The Ashlee Fay App (for live sales and all of your DIY supplies), and Ashlee Fay Academy. With a humbling -$54 in her bank account, she courageously decided to go all-in on Ashlee Fay Designs, which was then just a small side-hustle designing tumblers, shirts, and bows. In only three years, that humble side hustle has evolved into a thriving, multiple six-figure shopping network. All of her entrepreneurial accomplishments she has achieved while remaining a dedicated mother to three young daughters and managing the challenges that come with having a husband in the Special Forces. Knowing what it was like to feel stuck, broken, and at rock-bottom, Ashlee made it her mission to inspire women to courageously step into the plan that God has for each of them. Ashlee strives to help female entrepreneurs start and evolve their business so they can find purpose, passion, and profits. And add GOD into businesses. She loves sharing her story as guest to bring hope and courage to women on other podcasts and platforms. She is a motivational speaker and available for events. Ashlee's current focus is on the Embrace Your Ambition movement with partner Marcus black. EYA is a faith based personal development experience traveling the US to bring hope and faith to people and businesses. Visit Ashlee Fay Designs Visit Embrace Your Ambition     JOIN ME in The Creators' Inner Circle! This is my monthly group where I teach you exactly what you need each month to grow your following on social media AND grow your email list! Not only do you get training each and every week, but you also get to be part of one of the best, most supportive communities online! Get on the waitlist for the next opening >> The Creators' Inner Circle   Subscribe and Review I am honored to show up each week on The Jennifer Allwood Show and bring you inspiring and actionable content. I hope it is truly helpful for you. One of the best ways you can bless me in return is to subscribe to the show and leave a review. By subscribing, you allow each episode to be downloaded straight to your phone which helps our download numbers and makes sure you never miss an episode. And when you leave a review, you help show others the value of what we provide! You can GO HERE to subscribe and review!  

S01 E06 Yes or No Questions Na InaTo make a yes or no question add na or ina as the second word in your sentence. I tend to use ina if the proceeding word ended in a consonant, and na if it ended in a vowel, but you don't have to worry about that. Some speakers only ever say na, and some always say ina. So: Gimiwan ina? Is it raining?Noodin ina? Is it windy?Waaseayaa na? Is it sunny?You can respond with Eya' or enh to say yes, and Gaawiin (followed by our conjugations for negative statements).VIIs this episode:Refresher words:Gisinaa vii: It is coldAte vii: It is in a certain placeNoondaagwad vii it is heardGimiwan vii it is rainingAwanibiisaa vii It is SprinklingAgoode vii: It is hangingWaaseyaa: vii It is sunnyMichaa: vii It is big.Giizhiitaa: vii it is done, it is readyOnzhishin: vii it is niceWese'an: vii There is a tornadoNoodin: vii It is windyGashkawan: vii there is a thick fogBiinad: vii it is cleanNiiskaadad: vii there is bad weatherMinose: vii it goes well, it is good luckBaswewe: vii it echoesMinopogwad: vii it tastes goodGikendaagwad: vii it is knownNew words this week:Minomaagwad: vii It smells GoodAanakwad: vii it is cloudyExamples:Minomaagwad ina i'iw miijim? Does that food smell good? Enh. Minomaagwad o'ow miijim. Yes. this food smells good.Gaawiin ina aanakwasinoon imaa? Isn't it cloudy there?Conversation:Question: Aanakwad ina? (Is it cloudy?)Answer: Eya' Anakwad agwajiing. (Yes it is cloudy out.)Answer: Gaawiin Anakwasinoon agwajiing. (No it is not cloudy out)Question: Onizhishinoon ina gibiizikiganan? (Are your clothes pretty?)Answer: Eya' onizhishinoon nibiizikiganan. (Yes, my clothes are pretty)Answer: Gaawiin onizhishinzinoonin nibiizikiganan. (No, My clothes are not pretty.)Quiz:Aaniin ekidong it is not raining outside Ojibwemowin? Gaawiin gimiwanzinoon agwajiingAaniin ekidong Gaawiin ina waaseyaamagasinoon Zhaaganashiimowin? Is it not sunny out?Aaniin ekidong they are clean Ojibwemowin? BiinadoonAaniin ekidong Gaawiin gikendaagwasinoonin Zhaaganashiimowin? They are not known.Aaniin ekidong is it a thick fog outside Ojibwemowin? Gashkawan ina agwajiing?Aaniin ekidong Minomaagwad ina Zhaaganashiimowin? Does it smell good?Aaniin ekidong Are there tornadoes in Bemidji Ojibwemowin? Wese'anoon ina bimijigamaag?Aaniin ekidong Eya' Zhaaganashiimowin?Aaniin ekidong Ojibwemowin?Aaniin ekidong Zhaaganashiimowin?If you want to get in touch with me feel free to email me at ojibwemodaapodcast@gmail.com Some Great Online Resources for Learning Minnesota Ojibwe:https://ojibwe.lib.umn.edu/ I highly recommend Wendy Makoons Genius's Ojibwe classes at UW Eau Claire, which she makes available online to everyone:https://www.uwec.edu/academics/college-arts-sciences/departments-programs/languages/academic-offerings/online-ojibwe-language-program/ I'll be reading from and referring back to the Oshkaabewis Native Journal Volume 4 No. 1. The article about VIIs begins on page 121. You can download a PDF here:https://www.bemidjistate.edu/airc/wp-content/uploads/sites/85/2016/03/onj-vol4-num1.pdf To attend the Language table: The White Earth Tribal and Community College Ojibwe Language Table meets every Tuesday and Thursday starting around 7 and ending between 8 and 9. Zoom Meeting ID: 945 8146 7003Password: 749886

Market Proof Marketing · Managing The Digital Experience with Ananth Rao Kevin Oakley is joined by Ananth Rao, Senior Director of Marketing at EYA Marketing, LLC. They discuss Ananth's continued success with virtual Presale Without Fail community launch events during the pandemic, the process behind rolling out a brand new Hubspot CRM program, what the future of marketing automation looks like, and more! EYA Marketing LLC focuses on highly walkable neighborhoods that feature innovative architecture. They have sold over 5,000 new homes in more than 40 neighborhoods located across Maryland, Virginia, and Washington DC. Kevin and Ananth discuss:Ananth's significant success rate with virtual community launches and how he has now proven himself as one of the best New Home Marketers when it comes to virtually launching communities.Hubspot tools that he sees value in and uses on a regular basis, including the Work Flow, Marketing Automation, the Meeting schedule tool.The benefits of Hubspot integrating with Zoom and Calendly and how to use them when launching a new community.What marketing automation can do currently and may be able to accomplish in the future. Ananth shares which companies have helped EYA with their Digital Presale Community Launch Process, including Earnnest and Focus360.Questions? Comments? Email show@doyouconvert.com or call 404-369-2595 and we'll address them on the next episode. More insights, discussions, and opportunities in the Market Proof Marketing Facebook group.Subscribe on iTunes > https://now.doyouconvert.com/mpm-itunesFollow on Spotify > https://now.doyouconvert.com/mpm-spotifyListen On Stitcher > https://now.doyouconvert.com/mpm-stitcherA weekly new home marketing podcast for home builders and developers. Each week Kevin Oakley, Andrew Peek, Jackie Lipinski, Julie Jarnagin, and other team members from Do You Convert will break down the headlines, share best practices and stories from the front line, and perform a deep dive on a relevant marketing topic. We're here to help you – not to sell you! The post Ep 184: Managing The Digital Experience with Ananth Rao appeared first on Online Sales and Marketing for Home Builders - DYC.

The Covid-19 pandemic has shown the value of the Early Childhood Education and Care (ECEC) sector as part of the country's infrastructure, yet ECEC workers remain undervalued. Drs Helen Norman and Nathan Archer talk to Neil Leitch, Chief Executive at the Early Years Alliance, about how the pandemic has affected the Early Years sector and what the priorities for change are.   This episode is part of a https://childcare-during-covid.org/ (research project exploring the impact of the coronavirus pandemic on early years education and childcare across England and Wales), led by Professors Kate Hardy and Jennifer Tomlinson at the University of Leeds. The project is funded by the Economic and Social Research Council as part of the UK Research & Innovation's rapid response to COVID-19.  This podcast episode was recorded remotely in August 2021. If you would like to get in touch regarding this podcast, please contact research.lubs@leeds.ac.uk. A https://business.leeds.ac.uk/downloads/download/240/podcast_episode_34_-_transcript (transcript of this episode) is available.    About the speakers:   https://business.leeds.ac.uk/faculty/staff/1010/dr-helen-norman (Helen Norman) is a Senior Research Fellow in the Centre for Employment Relations, Innovation and Change at Leeds University Business School. Her research focuses on fathers and fatherhood, the gendered division of labour and gender inequalities in work, employment and family life. Helen is also interested in mothers' and their work-care trajectories after having children, as well as cross-national variations of work, employment and care practices.   https://www.linkedin.com/in/dr-nathan-archer-459b3b15/ (Nathan Archer) is a Post Doctoral Researcher in the Centre for Employment Relations, Innovation and Change at Leeds University Business School. His research focusses on the professional identities of early childhood educators and how these are constructed in workforce reform policy and in practice.    https://www.linkedin.com/in/neil-leitch-5690819/ (Neil Leitch) is head of the largest voluntary sector childcare operator in the UK, representing 14,000 nurseries, pre-schools, and childminders. The https://www.eyalliance.org.uk/ (Early Years Alliance (EYA)) also supports more than 800,000 families. Before joining the EYA, Neil held several senior posts within the financial and commercial environment including chair of the Finance Industry Standards Association.  

As Imani explores a creepy hospital with her tormenter, Eya and Cyphira race to find her. Woke Mental Wellness Presents: Windy City Demons, A XII Inner Demons Actual Play and Mental Health Conversation.We  are playing XII Inner Demons, a new TTRPG from Witch & Craft  Games.  Our game is set in a Chicago that is a few years in the future  after the pandemic. The game sees our group of 3 trying to save their  world from the coming Archdemon. Problem is that they only have 12  days...Please be aware that this series will contain and discuss  heavy and possibly triggering content that includes: Strong Language,  Violence, Various Mental Health Symptoms, Abuse, and Abandonment. Please  take care of yourself.New episodes will be posted every Saturday. Support us on Patreon to see episodes early on Fridays: https://www.patreon.com/wokementalwellnessIf you would like to buy the game: https://www.drivethrurpg.com/product/337095/XII-INNER-DEMONSBiosCassie  is a Black Queer Licensed Clinical Social Worker and the founder of  Intersections Center for Complex Healing. They have been playing TTRPGs  for 10 years. They are devoted to Liberation, Decolonization and  Healing. Their clinical work focuses on the intersections of trauma,  identity, and mental wellness. They also do training, supervision, and  consultations for providers and businesses. -Twitter: @MentalWoke -Instagram: @intersectionsllc -FB: https://www.facebook.com/IntersectionsCCHCuyana  is a Black, queer, non-binary graduate of the Clinical Mental Health  Counseling program at Adler University and currently works in a private  practice setting as a Licensed Clinical Professional Counselor. In  addition to consulting work, conducting groups, and facilitating  workshops, they primarily work with individuals in the LGBTQ+ community,  BIPOC folks, and those who fall within those intersections. Cuyana  hopes to continue to provide therapeutic space through a liberatory  framework for folks who are often pushed to the margins of society. They  enjoy anything that involves a good bike ride, listening to late  90s/early 00s hip-hop and R&B that is apparently old school now,  & coming up with alternative names for their 11 year old cat - Ruth  Oprah Bader Ginsberg.Originally from Cleveland, OH., Vita E. has  been surrounded by the power of art since childhood. From then on, they  made a pledge to use the art that inspired them to influence thought,  change, and freedom to exist without apology. Vita's passion as a Black  Trans Femme artist has led to many milestones. She's recently finished a  summer role as percussionist and mentor for Creede Repertory Theatre,  and drummer for the hip-hop musical, Once Upon a Rhyme. She recently  made her Off-Broadway debut as Violet in the world premiere musical, The  Secret Life of Bees. Their response track to Janelle Monae, Hell Y'all  Ain't Talmbout, was included in Source Magazines, "10 Song Soundtracking  the Black Lives Matter Movement." -Instagram: vitae19892015 -Twitter: vitae4lifeJaye is a 31 year old woman who lives in Chicago. Her hobbies consist of games of all kinds, reading, and baking.

Eya, Imani, Cyphira, and a dubious new addition to the group make their way to the Darling Drifter in search of the next Seal. But what sort of trouble will they find when they get there? Woke Mental Wellness Presents: Windy City Demons, A XII Inner Demons Actual Play and Mental Health Conversation.We are playing XII Inner Demons, a new TTRPG from Witch & Craft Games.  Our game is set in a Chicago that is a few years in the future after the pandemic. The game sees our group of 3 trying to save their world from the coming Archdemon. Problem is that they only have 12 days...Please be aware that this series will contain and discuss heavy and possibly triggering content that includes: Strong Language, Violence, Various Mental Health Symptoms, Abuse, and Abandonment. Please take care of yourself.New episodes will be posted every Saturday. Support us on Patreon to see episodes early on Fridays: https://www.patreon.com/wokementalwellnessIf you would like to buy the game: https://www.drivethrurpg.com/product/337095/XII-INNER-DEMONSBiosCassie is a Black Queer Licensed Clinical Social Worker and the founder of Intersections Center for Complex Healing. They have been playing TTRPGs for 10 years. They are devoted to Liberation, Decolonization and Healing. Their clinical work focuses on the intersections of trauma, identity, and mental wellness. They also do training, supervision, and consultations for providers and businesses.-Upcoming Training on Decolonizing Trauma Work. (You do not need to be licensed.) https://chicagominds.co/events/decolonizing-trauma-work-part2/-Twitter: @MentalWoke-Instagram: @intersectionsllc-FB: https://www.facebook.com/IntersectionsCCHCuyana is a Black, queer, non-binary graduate of the Clinical Mental Health Counseling program at Adler University and currently works in a private practice setting as a Licensed Clinical Professional Counselor. In addition to consulting work, conducting groups, and facilitating workshops, they primarily work with individuals in the LGBTQ+ community, BIPOC folks, and those who fall within those intersections. Cuyana hopes to continue to provide therapeutic space through a liberatory framework for folks who are often pushed to the margins of society. They enjoy anything that involves a good bike ride, listening to late 90s/early 00s hip-hop and R&B that is apparently old school now, & coming up with alternative names for their 11 year old cat - Ruth Oprah Bader Ginsberg.Originally from Cleveland, OH., Vita E. has been surrounded by the power of art since childhood. From then on, they made a pledge to use the art that inspired them to influence thought, change, and freedom to exist without apology. Vita's passion as a Black Trans Femme artist has led to many milestones. She's recently finished a summer role as percussionist and mentor for Creede Repertory Theatre, and drummer for the hip-hop musical, Once Upon a Rhyme. She recently made her Off-Broadway debut as Violet in the world premiere musical, The Secret Life of Bees. Their response track to Janelle Monae, Hell Y'all Ain't Talmbout, was included in Source Magazines, "10 Song Soundtracking the Black Lives Matter Movement."-Instagram: vitae19892015-Twitter: vitae4lifeJaye is a 31 year old woman who lives in Chicago. Her hobbies consist of games of all kinds, reading, and baking.

Hello this is Eya, this was the time recording something and I know it didn't come out that well but I will try harder next time. Anyways it's my first podcast about teens and what us go through all the time.

This week I am joined by Rachelle Houston, the owner and founder of Excel Youth Academy! Tune in to hear her amazing story, as well as what EYA is all about!

Notations -> http://www.shivkumar.org/music/#s SriKantha nIyeda Ragam: Bhavapriya (44thMelakartha Raga) https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bhavapriya ARO: S R₁ G₂ M₂ P D₁ N₂ Ṡ || AVA: Ṡ N₂ D₁ P M₂ G₂ R₁ S || Talam: Adi (Deshadi) Composer: Tyagaraja Version: Semmangudi Srinivasa Iyer (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JFpZbOXLLMI) Lyrics / Meaning Courtesy: Mrs. Jayasri Akella and https://thyagaraja-vaibhavam.blogspot.com/2008/08/thyagaraja-kriti-sri-kantha-neeyeda.html Youtube Class: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kHi_mNYsXk8 Audio MP3 Class: http://www.shivkumar.org/music/srikantha-class.mp3 Meaning Courtesy: https://thyagaraja-vaibhavam.blogspot.com/2008/08/thyagaraja-kriti-sri-kantha-neeyeda.html Sahityam: SrI kAnta nI(y)eDa bal(A)tibala celanga lEdA vAdA Meaning: O Beloved (kAnta) of lakshmI (SrI)! Aren't (lEdA) the two mantras – bala and atibala (balAtibala) shining (celanga) with You (nIyeDa)? Is there any dispute (vAdA)? Sahityam: pAk(A)ri nuta nIvAri bal(A)blamunu teliyaga lEdA (SrI) Meaning: O Lord praised (nuta) by indra – enemy (ari) of demon pAka (pAkAri)! Don't You know (teliyaga lEdA) the strength (bala) and weaknesses (abalamu) (balAbalamu) of Your (nI) people (vAri) (nIvAri)? O Beloved of lakshmI! Aren't the two mantras – bala and atibala shining with You? Is there any dispute? Sahityam: kAka daityun(E)ka Saramunan(E)ya kanjaj(A)stramai paraga lEdA Meaning: When You discharged (Eya) (literally throw) a (Eka) blade of grass (Saramunanu) (SaramunanEya) against crow (kAka) demon (daityunu) (daityunEka), didn't (lEdA) it blaze forth (paraga) as brahmAstra – missile (astramai) of brahmA – born of Lotus (kanjaja) (kanjajAstramai)? Sahityam: SrI kara dvijulai dArin(e)ruga lEni cinta nIku tOcad(E)mi tyAgarAja nuta (SrI) Meaning: O Lord who causes (kara) of Prosperity (SrI)! Why (Emi) worry (cinta) about people, though being brAhmaNas (dvijulai), not (lEni) knowing (eruga) the (right) path (dArini) (dArineruga), wouldn't occur (tOcadu) (tOcadEmi) to You (nIku)? O Lord praised (nuta) by this tyAgarAja! O Beloved of lakshmI! Aren't the two mantras – bala and atibala shining with You? Is there any dispute?

Dans cet épisode, nahkiw avec Eya et Sarra aala le sujet de l'amitié et les limites de el so7ba. On joue aussi à un tour de F, Marry, Kill (revisité).

Full Notations / Meanings -> http://www.shivkumar.org/music/#v Ragam: Kaikavaasi (60th Melakartha (Neethmathi) janyam) ARO: S R2 G2 M2 P D3 N3 S || AVA: S N3 P M2 G2 R2 S || Talam: Deshadi Composer: Tyagaraja Version: MS Subbalakshmi Lyrics Courtesy: Lakshman Ragde Meanings Courtesy: T K Govinda Rao Book & Thyagaraja Vaibhavam Pallavi: vAcAma gOcaramE manasA varNimpa taramE rAma mahima Anupallavi: rEcAri mArIcuni baDaga goTTi reNDO vAni shikhi kosagEne Charanam: mAnavatI maderingi cAmara mauTa kastramu nEya gani mAnambukai mEDadAcaga mAdhavuNDu gani karagi vEgamE dInArti bhanjanuDai prANa dAnambosaga munanu canina bANambu naTu cEdara sEya lEdA gAnalOla tyAgarAjanutu mahima Meaning: From TK Govinda Rao's Book (and Tyagaraja Vaibhavam) P: O My Mind (manasA)! Is it possible (taramE) to describe (varNimpa) the greatness (mahima) of SrI rAma? It is indeed beyond (agOcaramE) (literally unreachable) words (vAcAM) (vAcAm-agOcaramE). A: While He thrashed (padaga koTTi) demon mArica (mArIcuni) – the night (rE) prowler (cAri), didn't He slay (Sikhiki osagenE) (SikhikosagenE) (literally offered to the fire) subAhu - the second (reNDO) one (vAni) (by discharging AgnEyAstra – Fire Missile)? O My Mind! Is it possible to describe the greatness of SrI rAma? It is indeed beyond words. C: Understanding (erigi) the mind (madini) (madinerigi) of His Consort (mAnavatI) (literally woman) to make (auTaku) a chowrie (of animal tail) (cAmaramu), when Lord mAdhava (mAdhavuNDu) discharged (Eya) a missile (astramunu) (cAramauTakastramunEya) to sever the tail of the animal, as the animal, seeing (kani) the missile, projected (dAcagA) its neck (meDa) (in front of the missile) in order to die and save its honour (mAnambukai) rather than losing its hair, seeing (kani) this, the Lord taking pity (karagi) (literally melt), by becoming the reliever (bhanjanuDai) of the distress (Arti) of the humble (dIna) (dInArti) animal, in order to grant (dAnambu osaga) (dAnambosaga) (literally give charity) its life (prANa) back, did He not (lEdA) quickly (vEgamE) destroy (cedara jEya) (literally scatter) the missile (bANambunu) then and there (aTu) (bANambunaTu) which was already (munu) on its way (canina) to the target? O My Mind! Is it possible to describe the greatness (mahima) of SrI rAma – Enjoyer (lOla) of music (gAna) - praised (nuta) (nutu) by this tyAgarAja? It is indeed beyond words

La música de este albúm fue tomada de un manuscrito originalmente ubicado en la basílica del Santo Sepulcro. Fue utilizado por la Orden del Templo de Salomón (Los Caballeros Templarios). La secuencia de apertura fue grabada en la Catedral de Canterbury. La efigie de bronce es la tumba de Eduardo el Príncipe Negro (1330-1376). La tumba está situada en la catedral de Canterbury. El Doom Painting está situado en la Iglesia de la Santísima Trinidad, Coventry. La Mesa Redonda, está situada en el Gran Salón del Castillo de Winchester. La Orden Más Noble de la Liga se filmó en la Capilla de San Jorge, Castillo de Windsor. La 'Corona de una reina inglesa' está encerrada en una bóveda en el Palacio Residenz en Munich. La corona es el único objeto en el inventario de Ricardo II que sobrevive hoy y es la corona sobreviviente más antigua de Inglaterra c. 1380. El 'díptico de Wilton' fue pintado como un retablo portátil para la devoción privada del rey Ricardo II que gobernó Inglaterra desde 1377 hasta 1399. Ahora se exhibe en la Galería Nacional de Londres. Ricardo II es presentado por tres santos ante la Virgen y el Niño y una compañía de once ángeles. El más cercano a Richard es su patrón, San Juan Bautista. Detrás están San Eduardo el Confesor y San Edmund, reyes ingleses anteriores que fueron venerados como santos. Del latin: Salve regina misericordie Vita dulcedo et spes nostra salve. Ad te clamamus exules filii Eve. Ad te suspiramus gementes et flentes in hac lacrimarum valle. Eya ergo advocata nostra, illos tuos misericordes oculos ad nos convente Et ihesum benedictum fructus ventris tui nobis post hoc exilium ostende. O clemens, o pia, o dulcis Maria. Alpha et omega misit de superis gloriosum solamen miseris, cum Gabriel a summa gerarchia paranimphus dicit in armonia: Ave Virgo Maria. O clemens, o pia, o dulcis Maria. O pastores pro Deu surgite, quid vidistis de Christo dicite. Reges Tharsis de stella visione sint testes in apparitione: Ave Virgo Maria. O clemens, o pia, o dulcis Maria. Fons humilis, aquarum puteus, rosa mundi, splendor sydereus, amigdalus Aaron fructuosa, precantibus esto lux gloriosa: Ave virgo Maria. Traducción: Dios te salve, reina de la misericordia. ¡Nuestra vida, nuestro consuelo y nuestra esperanza, salve! A ti lloramos, los desterrados hijos de Eva. A ti suspiramos, gimiendo y llorando, En este valle de lágrimas. Oh tú, nuestro abogado, enciéndenos tus ojos misericordiosos y Jesús, el bendito fruto de tu vientre, muéstranos después de esto nuestro exilio. Oh clemente, oh pío, oh gentil María. El Alfa y Omega enviados desde lo alto un glorioso consuelo para el sufrimiento cuando del rango más alto de ángeles la paraninfa * Gabriel declaró armoniosamente: Dios te salve, Virgen María. Oh clemente, oh pío, oh gentil María. Oh pastores, levántate delante de tu Dios, Relata lo que has visto de Cristo. Que los reyes de Tharsis den testimonio que vieron aparecer la estrella: Dios te salve, Virgen María. Oh clemente, oh pío, oh gentil María. Fuente humilde, bien dando aguas, rosa del mundo, divina esplendor, vara fértil de Aarón, Sé la luz gloriosa de los que te cazan: Dios te salve, Virgen María. Oh clemente, oh pío, oh gentil María.

In this episode Pro Psychic Medium Ferny (Fernando Marron) www.fernandomarron.com interviews the granddaughter of the legendary World Renowned Psychic Medium Sylvia Browne. They discuss Eya's art as a Singer, Actress, Model & Director as well as what it was like growing up with her Bagdah Sylvia Browne. Love her or hate her, Sylvia has been trending all over Social Media because of one of many mind blowing predictions in her book "End of Days: Predictions and Prophecies about the End of the World." by Sylvia Browne published on June 2, 2009. Prediction from book passage in chapter seven titled "The End of Days Through My Eyes: "In around 2020 a severe pneumonia-like illness will spread throughout the globe, attacking the lungs and the bronchial tubes and resisting all known treatments. Almost more baffling than the illness itself will be the fact that it will suddenly vanish as quickly as it arrived, attack again ten years later, and then disappear completely." People are mistakenly attaching her prediction to the Dean Koontz book "The Eyes of Darkness" which also discusses a scenario about a virus named "Wuhan-400". Though it is not the same book. The rest of the book is fascinating read and eerily depicts the year 2020 with strikingly poignant predictions. You can find it on amazon in the kindle version only as the paperbacks are all sold out. https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0011UGM6Y/ref=cm_sw_em_r_mt_dp_U_PMYAEbCR4X347 For more on Eya and her work, you can follow her on YouTube Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/eya.winters Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/everythingeya/ & follow her Music and Vlog on YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCmpPWk07-QN-JhqoThxWRrQ We'll be getting together soon to discuss more about the prophecies and what Sylvia Browne saw coming our way. For more on Sylvia and her son Chris who carries on her psychic legacy go to: www.SylviaBrowne.com For more about me: WEBSITE:http://www.fernandomarron.com INSTAGRAM: https://www.instagram.com/fernyesp/ TWITTER: https://twitter.com/fernyesp FACEBOOK: https://www.facebook.com/psychicmediumfernandomarron Subscribe to my NEW VLOG CHANNEL here: https://www.youtube.com/c/fernandomarronpsychic

In this podcast, Amy Panetta has a conversation with Allison Mondel about the life, music, and legacy of Hildegard von Bingen, a powerful female spiritual figure of the middle ages! Allison Mondel is a highly versatile performing artist and visionary voice coach. She has been lauded by The Washington Post for her "ethereal soprano" and "spare, otherworldly radiance... a performance from across the centuries, full of distant and irresistible beauties.”​ She received her M.M. in Early Music Vocal Performance from the Longy School of Music where she discovered a new love and inspiration: medieval music. Allison has directed Eya since its inception in 2010, crafting programs representative of her artistic vision: to marry art (old and new) with spirituality. She is a notation and performance specialist of the chants of Hildegard von Bingen, and had the honor of singing Hildegard's music at President Obama's second Inaugural Prayer Service at Washington National Cathedral. She has offered workshops, classes, and lectures on Hildegard's unique body of work and other diverse early music repertories throughout the east coast, midwest, and Ireland. In addition to her medieval performance and scholarship, she has also performed at the Boston Early Music Festival, Washington National Cathedral, Dumbarton Oaks, Irish World Academy at the University of Limerick, American University, Georgetown University, Harvard University, Manassas Ballet Theater, and others. Some of her most meaningful work has been in the teaching studio. She has taught singing for over 15 years, including Washington National Cathedral, Georgetown University, and her own private studio. A Transformational Voice Coach, Allison founded Sacred Voice Studios, a holistic teaching and coaching practice which reaches around the world, helping singers transform their relationship with their voice. Links: Sacred Voice Studios - Transformational vocal coaching by Allison Mondel. Intro Music from the album, "A Year In Ireland" by New Time Ensemble, Used with Permission. Outro Music performed by Eya Medieval Ensemble, of which Allison Mondel is the director. They perform O rubor sanguinis, which is an antiphon to St. Ursula. Please go here for more information about the Eya Medieval Ensemble. --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/amy-panetta/message Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/amy-panetta/support

ORDINARY LIFE - Thoughts and Ideas to Help You Live a Happier Life* * *Summary for March 1, 2020* * *Dear Folks -For those of you in the Houston area, I want to call to your attention that this Thursday evening, as part of St. Paul’s Chamber Music Society’s Lenten series, the award winning ensemble, “Eya,” will be presenting a program of music that follows the routes of the Camino de Santiago. This will be at 7:30 in the sanctuary. At 6:30 in the chapel I will be presenting a preconcert lecture, “On Being a Pilgrim.” I hope you can attend both of these.This week in Ordinary Life I began what will be a series of talks. I titled this introductory one -Learning to Pray the Four Immeasurables of LoveIt is an urgent matter that we each become what is right about the world. The test of true spirituality is compassion. We are immersed in a culture of such dualism and individualism that compassion is being pushed aside. G. K. Chesterton was once asked to write for the newspaper where he worked in London an essay about “what is wrong with the world?” His essay consisted of two words - “I am.” In this talk I read the entirety of “The Charter for Compassion”. Compassion is the path of enlightenment and is indispensable to the creation of a just economy and a peaceful global community. We can live into this life by learning to pray the four immeasurables of love. I first learned of these in 1973 from psychologist and Buddhist monk, Jack Kornfield. Though they are all listed in this talk, the focus is on the first - loving-kindness. I give what I believe is some specific and practical advice about how to take this teaching into your daily life.That is a brief summary of the talk offered in Ordinary Life. The audio version contains all the asides and ad libs.You can read or download the text from which I spoke, view the presentation slides, listen to the audio of the talk and/or watch the video of the talk using the links below.If you are reading this, I want you to know how grateful I am for and to you.Be well and much love,Bill KerleyIn order to read or download the text of the talk, click here.In order to view or download the presentation slides, click here.In order to listen to or download the audio version of the talk, use the link below.

Each day we walk down streets and interact with others. But rarely do we think about the way which the streets, the sidewalks, or the trees change our interactions. This week on Sweat The Details, we focus on the planning of new residential development and how design can impact our daily lives. We talk with Bob Youngentob, CEO of EYA, a developer outside of Washington, D.C. who seamlessly blends his neighborhoods with some of the most historic areas in our nation.EYA’s Website: https://www.eya.com/

Танцевальное радио-шоу для всех, кто говорит и думает по-русски Эфир на Matryoshka Radio (London / Glasgow) DAB Пятница 7 pm GMT (повтор в субботу в 10 pm GMT) Автор и ведущий Dj Николай Крупатин 1. CYGO - Больной На Голову (DJ Prezzplay Remix) 2. Дима Билан - Молния (Rakurs & Ramirez Remix) 3. Джиган - Дни и Ночи (D. Anuchin Radio Edit) 4. Анна Седокова & Лёша Свик - Шантарам (Kolya Funk & Shnaps Remix) 5. Ганвест - Девочка Ночь (Lavrushkin Remix) 6. ЧИЛИ - Моя Гитара (Vincent & Diaz Remix) 7. EYA - Вспоминай (Anton Liss Extended Mix) 8. KRUPATIN - Я Дико Скучаю (Extended Mix) 9. HammAli & Navai - Запах Снов (Rakurs & Ramirez Remix) 10. Звонкий - Голоса (Denis First & Reznikov Remix) 11. Pakalena - Двери (Geonis Remix) 12. RASA - Эликсир (Naypse Remix) 13. Лёша Свик - #Неодета (O'Neill & Ramirez Official Remix) 14. Мохито - Прости, Малая (Kapral Remix) 15. Loboda - Superstar (Lavrushkin & Eddie G Remix) 16. MONATIK - Зашивает душу (Eugene Star Remix) 17. Мари Краймбрери - Пьяную (Deep Hunter Remix) 18. Doni Feat. Natan - Моя (Mikis Remix) 19. Макс Барских - Странная (RICH-MAX & Alexander Holsten Radio Remix ) 20. Artik feat. Asti — Кто Я Тебе? (Favenda Edit)

Танцевальное радио-шоу для всех, кто говорит и думает по-русски Эфир на Matryoshka Radio (London / Glasgow) DAB Пятница 7 pm GMT (повтор в субботу в 10 pm GMT) Автор и ведущий Dj Николай Крупатин 1. CYGO - Больной На Голову (DJ Prezzplay Remix) 2. Дима Билан - Молния (Rakurs & Ramirez Remix) 3. Джиган - Дни и Ночи (D. Anuchin Radio Edit) 4. Анна Седокова & Лёша Свик - Шантарам (Kolya Funk & Shnaps Remix) 5. Ганвест - Девочка Ночь (Lavrushkin Remix) 6. ЧИЛИ - Моя Гитара (Vincent & Diaz Remix) 7. EYA - Вспоминай (Anton Liss Extended Mix) 8. KRUPATIN - Я Дико Скучаю (Extended Mix) 9. HammAli & Navai - Запах Снов (Rakurs & Ramirez Remix) 10. Звонкий - Голоса (Denis First & Reznikov Remix) 11. Pakalena - Двери (Geonis Remix) 12. RASA - Эликсир (Naypse Remix) 13. Лёша Свик - #Неодета (O'Neill & Ramirez Official Remix) 14. Мохито - Прости, Малая (Kapral Remix) 15. Loboda - Superstar (Lavrushkin & Eddie G Remix) 16. MONATIK - Зашивает душу (Eugene Star Remix) 17. Мари Краймбрери - Пьяную (Deep Hunter Remix) 18. Doni Feat. Natan - Моя (Mikis Remix) 19. Макс Барских - Странная (RICH-MAX & Alexander Holsten Radio Remix ) 20. Artik feat. Asti — Кто Я Тебе? (Favenda Edit)

Ottawa choral music fans are in for a real treat June 2nd. Pierre Massie and his award-winning choir The Stairwell Carollers will be celebrating the finale of their 40th anniversary season with a diverse program of six centuries of music sung in six languages. 2018 Spring concert Programme - Eya Eya The concert will feature a number of Renaissance gems from England, Spain, France and Germany, 19th century gems like Abendlied by Josef Rheinberger, and modern masterpieces by Lauridsen, Stroope and Gjeilo. In addition, Pierre has programmed his award-winning “Eya eya gaudeamus” – the title track for the concert – as well as a brand-new arrangement of a medieval song – “In natali Domini” – by fellow Caroller David Rain. Throughout their 40 years, the Stairwell Carollers have been singing in a humanitarian key. Net proceeds from concerts and CD sales have allowed the Carollers to present donations to dozens of local charities and music scholarships to local high school students totalling over $140,000. The Carollers are delighted to announce that this year's $1000 music scholarship will be presented at their June 2 concert to Rayna Crandlemire, a talented singer, who also plays violin, clarinet and piano. Rayna attended De La Salle High School and will be continuing her music education at the University of Toronto this fall, where she has also been awarded a music scholarship. Congratulations Rayna! In addition, on June 2 a donation of $2000 will be presented to the Galilee Centre. The Stairwell Carollers have a soft spot in their hearts for Arnprior's Galilee Centre, as their special 40th anniversary workshop was just held there in May, led by the inspiring Gabriel Lewis-O'Connor, a former member of the renowned male chorus Chanticleer, who will be singing in Ottawa in July. The Carollers will make an official presentation of the donation and scholarship grants at their spring concert “Eya eya gaudeamus” at Saint Barnabas Church (corner of James St & Kent St) on June 2nd, 7:30pm. Hope to see you there! Tickets are available at the door for $20, or in advance for $15 from The Leading Note, 370 Elgin St; Compact Music, 190 & 785 1/2 Bank St; Books on Beechwood, 35 Beechwood Ave, or online at http://www.stairwellcarollers.com/Concerts.html. David Rain, who sings tenor with the Carollers, has been taking his musical cues from the back of Pierre Massie's head for 25 years. About our A cappella Choir: Pierre Massie started The Stairwell Carollers in 1977 while studying music at Ottawa University. We are ranked with the best of Ontario choirs, winning both the 2010 and 2013 Ontario Music Festival Association competitions. A registered Canadian charity, Net proceeds of our concert, CD and cookbook sales are gifted to local charities.

3 tjejer vid namn Vanessa,Eya och Merve gör ett podcast avsnitt där de dissar Hov1 och gymnasieskolor. Kul!

Interview with barefoot couple Eya and Dil about the good, the bad, and the ugly of barefooting