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Hadrat Abu Zharr (ra). Session 51 The Ascetic The Messenger ﷺ spends 20 days in Tabook. The Romans had bottled it! Discussions are made whether to move onto Syria or return to Al Madeenah. The 3 Fateful non forceful Migrations of Abu Zharr (ra).

The Cinemania Society's 16th Conclave begins with a peek into the deliberations of the Cinemania High Council, who call upon the unthinkable to implement the ultimate sanction...

Alice was laying in bed one night, dreaming of the life set before her when her entire world changed. All it took were the words of someone else. Things slid downhill drastically from there, but Alice knew there was a happy ending in store eventually. She'd have to fight for her life to get there. Get this author's book: https://a.co/d/8o56yWG Find this guest online:  https://a.co/d/8o56yWG https://travelwithalice.com/ https://travelwithalice.com/pages/podcast https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100094254355452 https://www.instagram.com/travelwith_alice https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCGgcFKkj5cqYm3zOgZNV58w TRIGGER WARNING: In this episode I'm talking with a trauma survivor about their history and recovery. Suicide, child abuse, and PTSD are common themes. I do NOT get paid for the podcast. As always you can support the podcast through a variety of ways:  - [ ] PayPal ⁠authoramandablackwood@gmail.com⁠  - [ ] Venmo @DetailedPieces - [ ] Purchase my books at Barnes and Noble Online - [ ] Shop my Etsy for books, art, cards and more! ⁠https://www.etsy.com/shop/LadyBlackwoodShop⁠ - [ ] Become a podcast subscriber! - [ ] Check out ALL of the books written by the podcast guests this season and grab one as a gift for someone you love.  https://www.amazon.com/shop/detailedpieces (as an Amazon Influencer, I receive pennies on purchases) Pairing of guest and podcast provided by #PodMatch. To book yourself as a guest on thousands of podcasts through Podmatch sign up using this link: ⁠https://www.joinpodmatch.com/amanda⁠

Jaylon Johnson wishes the Bears had used a timeout before fateful Hail Mary full 816 Tue, 29 Oct 2024 16:48:17 +0000 Hw5yzMVXXqFwl39VvEKKnJULbiNGtbkL nfl,chicago bears,sports Bernstein & Harris nfl,chicago bears,sports Jaylon Johnson wishes the Bears had used a timeout before fateful Hail Mary Dan Bernstein and Marshall Harris bring you fun, smart and compelling Chicago sports talk with great listener interaction. The show features discussion of the Bears, Blackhawks, Bulls, Cubs and White Sox as well as the biggest sports headlines beyond Chicago. Leila Rahimi joins the show as a co-host on Wednesdays. Recurring guests include Bears linebacker T.J. Edwards, Pro Football Talk founder Mike Florio, Cubs outfielder Ian Happ and Cubs president of baseball operations Jed Hoyer. Catch the show live Monday through Friday (10 a.m.- 2 p.m. CT) on 670 The Score, the exclusive audio home of the Cubs and the Bulls, or on the Audacy app. 2024 © 2021 Audacy, Inc. Sports False https://player.amperwavepodcasting.com?feed-link=https%3A%2F%2Frss.amperwave.net%2Fv2

Pick 6: Tyrique Stevenson takes accountability for losing focus on fateful Hail Mary full 1690 Tue, 29 Oct 2024 12:14:11 +0000 PjFUXi1Ml4qcISzErdh2wHMjuHvfDUAf sports Mully & Haugh Show sports Pick 6: Tyrique Stevenson takes accountability for losing focus on fateful Hail Mary Mike Mulligan and David Haugh lead you into your work day by discussing the biggest sports storylines in Chicago and beyond. Along with breaking down the latest on the Bears, Blackhawks, Bulls, Cubs and White Sox, Mully & Haugh routinely interview the top beat writers in the city as well as team executives, coaches and players. Recurring guests include Bears receiver DJ Moore, Tribune reporter Brad Biggs, former Bears coach Dave Wannstedt, Pro Football Talk founder Mike Florio, Cubs president of baseball operations Jed Hoyer and Cubs pitching coach Tommy Hottovy.Catch the Mully & Haugh Show live Monday through Friday (5 a.m.- 10 a.m. CT) on 670 The Score, the exclusive audio home of the Cubs and the Bulls, or on the Audacy app. For more, follow the show on X @mullyhaugh. 2024 © 2021 Audacy, Inc. Sports False https://

From 'Take The North' (subscribe here): We're getting all the information we can on how the Bears gave up a Hail Mary touchdown to the Commanders. Dan Weiderer and Mark Grote dive into the details, which starts with multiple players not doing their job properly on the play. That includes cornerback Tyrique Stevenson, who apologized to the team on Monday. Also, why is head coach Matt Eberflus seemingly downplaying how soul crushing this loss was? Could he be taking more accountability? Is he the right person to lead this team to the next level? To learn more about listener data and our privacy practices visit: https://www.audacyinc.com/privacy-policy Learn more about your ad choices. Visit https://podcastchoices.com/adchoices

We're getting all the information we can on how the Bears gave up a last-second Hail Mary touchdown in a heartbreaking loss to the Commanders on Sunday. Dan Wiederer and Mark Grote dive into the details, which starts with multiple players not doing their job properly on the play. That includes cornerback Tyrique Stevenson, who apologized to the team Monday for his lack of focus on the final play. Also, why is head coach Matt Eberflus seemingly downplaying how soul-crushing this loss was? Could he be taking more accountability? Is he the right person to lead this Bears team to the next level? To learn more about listener data and our privacy practices visit: https://www.audacyinc.com/privacy-policy Learn more about your ad choices. Visit https://podcastchoices.com/adchoices

Jaylon Johnson breaks down fateful Hail Mary in painstaking detail & Tony Romo tries to put himself into a 'That's Montez' episode (Hour 4) full 2225 Mon, 28 Oct 2024 23:05:02 +0000 giOSSLQLkPTm5CV0NA6v5uYVG0mcYcsj sports Spiegel & Holmes Show sports Jaylon Johnson breaks down fateful Hail Mary in painstaking detail & Tony Romo tries to put himself into a 'That's Montez' episode (Hour 4) Matt Spiegel and Laurence Holmes bring you Chicago sports talk with great opinions, guests and fun. Join Spiegel and Holmes as they discuss the Bears, Blackhawks, Bulls, Cubs and White Sox and delve into the biggest sports storylines of the day. Recurring guests include Bears cornerback Jaylon Johnson, former Bears coach Dave Wannstedt, former Bears center Olin Kreutz, Cubs manager Craig Counsell, Cubs second baseman Nico Hoerner and MLB Network personality Jon Morosi. Catch the show live Monday through Friday (2 p.m. - 6 p.m. CT) on 670 The Score, the exclusive audio home of the Cubs and the Bulls, or on the Audacy app. 2024 © 2021 Audacy, Inc. Sports

Send us a textEver wondered what really happens when history and myth collide under the cloak of night? Journey with us into the mystical and eerie realm of Sleepy Hollow, where ghostly specters and Revolutionary War heroes share the same haunted paths. We uncover the thrilling tales of the infamous Headless Horseman, a ghastly rider said to roam the countryside, and recount the harrowing encounters of Old Brower and Brom Bones. From secluded churches to shadowy bridges, Sleepy Hollow's landscape is more than just picturesque—it's a living tapestry woven with threads of legend and history that captivates and chills in equal measure.But who is Ichabod, and why does his night turn so disastrous? Within the whispering shadows of Sleepy Hollow, Ichabod finds himself tangled in a web of eerie tales and unrequited love. As he attempts to win the heart of a local heiress, his night spirals into a poignant narrative of romantic misadventure and human complexity. Listen as we unravel Ichabod's story and explore the unpredictable nature of romance against a backdrop of chilling folklore. This episode promises a captivating blend of supernatural intrigue and the raw, relatable threads of human aspiration and disappointment.Support the showThe American Soul Podcasthttps://www.buzzsprout.com/1791934/subscribe

“his attitude and manner told their own story” [SCAN]    The tragedies on September 11 ensured that it is a date that will forever be stamped in the history books. What to do when it coincides with an episode drop date for Trifles on our monthly travel series?     As we glanced through the Sherlock Holmes canon, we found that a number of trips and voyages were associated with tragic outcomes. Part of it was a matter of the times and the risks of traveling; others seemed to be associated with karma. Together, they're just a Trifle.   Do you have a topic you'd like to recommend? Email us at trifles@ihearofsherlock.com and if we use your idea on the air, we'll send you a thank-you gift.   All of our supporters are eligible for our monthly drawings for Baker Street Journals and certain tiers receive thank you gifts. Join our community on Patreon or Substack today.       Leave Trifles a five-star rating and listen to us wherever you listen to podcasts.   Links / Notes All of our social links: https://linktr.ee/ihearofsherlock Email us at trifles @ ihearofsherlock.com Join our community on Patreon or Substack to hear bonus material and be eligible for drawings.    Music credits Performers: Uncredited violinist, US Marine Chamber Orchestra  Publisher Info.: Washington, DC: United States Marine Band  Copyright: Creative Commons Attribution 3.0    

On July 12, 1776, James Cook set sail aboard the HMS Resolution. It was Cook's third voyage, and this time, he wouldn't come home again.

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On the 24th of July 1914, in London, the Liberal British Cabinet met to hear the Foreign Secretary, Sir Edward Grey, read them the Ultimatum handed to Serbia by the Austro-Hungarian Empire the day before. The world held its breath, awaiting Serbia's response. With Germany determined to stand by Austria, and the French against them, focus now turned turned to Britain. Historically a German ally despite their naval race in 1913, it had recently adopted a policy of “splendid isolation”, its enormous empire having in some ways been something of a millstone, forcing them into protective alliances with other powers with which they may not otherwise have aligned. Regardless, the cabinet's response to the Ultimatum was one of unanimous shock, with Sir Grey himself - a man of languid superiority - especially worried by the situation simmering in Europe. How, then, would Britain and the other great powers of Europe respond to the Ultimatum? And graver still, what would Serbia do? Join Tom and Dominic as they discuss the entangled web of European diplomacy in 1914, the British reaction to Austria's Ultimatum, and the fascinating, comical and often deeply impressive cast of characters operating matters behind the scenes, as the countdown to war begun. _______ *The Rest Is History LIVE in the U.S.A.* If you live in the States, we've got some great news: Tom and Dominic will be performing throughout America in November, with shows in San Francisco, L.A., Chicago, Philadelphia, Washington D.C., Boston and New York. *The Rest Is History LIVE at the Royal Albert Hall* Tom and Dominic, accompanied by a live orchestra, take a deep dive into the lives and times of two of history's greatest composers: Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart and Ludwig van Beethoven. Tickets on sale now at TheRestIsHistory.com _______ Twitter: @TheRestHistory @holland_tom @dcsandbrook Producer: Theo Young-Smith Assistant Producer: Tabby Syrett Executive Producers: Jack Davenport + Tony Pastor Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

5/8: The Wide Wide Sea: Imperial Ambition, First Contact and the Fateful Final Voyage of Captain James Cook Hardcover – April 9, 2024 by  Hampton Sides  (Author) https://www.amazon.com/Wide-Sea-Imperial-Ambition-Contact/dp/0385544766/ref=tmm_hrd_swatch_0?_encoding=UTF8&dib_tag=se&dib=eyJ2IjoiMSJ9.xvSnWMwZwkRk3nB_oha-u7YL0k9kTC4voIQCoSWDz75eZXBRk_ZvRqUZ_P6pMaemKHJ8AhEdiyCpLrikQsp9iSIHNpX0v0n71kJqmCUW1VujrRMuDnenOyoWd5NtaDroImV4hSJ-hXf41L0HQmBS2q4Ws_PUqdVAXpvxskDgbzkPGE54c4xCqXxznyoRsahmmC7zXsNKkmipQCOKWZt728zHdG1ntVV4xSjkKJdX0v4.qQvWTGgLh4U5mw9t7ELNeecNVMkHQl35VNFyULPNX4g&qid=1720822146&sr=8-1 On July 12th, 1776, Captain James Cook, already lionized as the greatest explorer in British history, set off on his third voyage in his ship the HMS Resolution. Two-and-a-half years later, on a beach on the island of Hawaii, Cook was killed in a conflict with native Hawaiians. How did Cook, who was unique among captains for his respect for Indigenous peoples and cultures, come to that fatal moment? Hampton Sides' bravura account of Cook's last journey both wrestles with Cook's legacy and provides a thrilling narrative of the titanic efforts and continual danger that characterized exploration in the 1700s. Cook was renowned for his peerless seamanship, his humane leadership, and his dedication to science-–the famed naturalist Joseph Banks accompanied him on his first voyage, and Cook has been called one of the most important figures of the Age of Enlightenment. He was also deeply interested in the native people he encountered. In fact, his stated mission was to return a Tahitian man, Mai, who had become the toast of London, to his home islands. On previous expeditions, Cook mapped huge swaths of the Pacific, including the east coast of Australia, and initiated first European contact with numerous peoples. He treated his crew well, and endeavored to learn about the societies he encountered with curiosity and without judgment. Yet something was different on this last voyage. Cook became mercurial, resorting to the lash to enforce discipline, and led his two vessels into danger time and again. Uncharacteristically, he ordered violent retaliation for perceived theft on the part of native peoples. This may have had something to do with his secret orders, which were to chart and claim lands before Britain's imperial rivals could, and to discover the fabled Northwest Passage. Whatever Cook's intentions, his scientific efforts were the sharp edge of the colonial sword, and the ultimate effects of first contact were catastrophic for Indigenous people around the world. The tensions between Cook's overt and covert missions came to a head on the shores of Hawaii. His first landing there was harmonious, but when Cook returned after mapping the coast of the Pacific Northwest and Alaska, his exploitative treatment of the Hawaiians led to the fatal encounter. At once a ferociously-paced story of adventure on the high seas and a searching examination of the complexities and consequences of the Age of Exploration, THE WIDE WIDE SEA is a major work from one of our finest narrative nonfiction writers. 1781 Death of Cook

6/8: The Wide Wide Sea: Imperial Ambition, First Contact and the Fateful Final Voyage of Captain James Cook Hardcover – April 9, 2024 by  Hampton Sides  (Author) https://www.amazon.com/Wide-Sea-Imperial-Ambition-Contact/dp/0385544766/ref=tmm_hrd_swatch_0?_encoding=UTF8&dib_tag=se&dib=eyJ2IjoiMSJ9.xvSnWMwZwkRk3nB_oha-u7YL0k9kTC4voIQCoSWDz75eZXBRk_ZvRqUZ_P6pMaemKHJ8AhEdiyCpLrikQsp9iSIHNpX0v0n71kJqmCUW1VujrRMuDnenOyoWd5NtaDroImV4hSJ-hXf41L0HQmBS2q4Ws_PUqdVAXpvxskDgbzkPGE54c4xCqXxznyoRsahmmC7zXsNKkmipQCOKWZt728zHdG1ntVV4xSjkKJdX0v4.qQvWTGgLh4U5mw9t7ELNeecNVMkHQl35VNFyULPNX4g&qid=1720822146&sr=8-1 On July 12th, 1776, Captain James Cook, already lionized as the greatest explorer in British history, set off on his third voyage in his ship the HMS Resolution. Two-and-a-half years later, on a beach on the island of Hawaii, Cook was killed in a conflict with native Hawaiians. How did Cook, who was unique among captains for his respect for Indigenous peoples and cultures, come to that fatal moment? Hampton Sides' bravura account of Cook's last journey both wrestles with Cook's legacy and provides a thrilling narrative of the titanic efforts and continual danger that characterized exploration in the 1700s. Cook was renowned for his peerless seamanship, his humane leadership, and his dedication to science-–the famed naturalist Joseph Banks accompanied him on his first voyage, and Cook has been called one of the most important figures of the Age of Enlightenment. He was also deeply interested in the native people he encountered. In fact, his stated mission was to return a Tahitian man, Mai, who had become the toast of London, to his home islands. On previous expeditions, Cook mapped huge swaths of the Pacific, including the east coast of Australia, and initiated first European contact with numerous peoples. He treated his crew well, and endeavored to learn about the societies he encountered with curiosity and without judgment. Yet something was different on this last voyage. Cook became mercurial, resorting to the lash to enforce discipline, and led his two vessels into danger time and again. Uncharacteristically, he ordered violent retaliation for perceived theft on the part of native peoples. This may have had something to do with his secret orders, which were to chart and claim lands before Britain's imperial rivals could, and to discover the fabled Northwest Passage. Whatever Cook's intentions, his scientific efforts were the sharp edge of the colonial sword, and the ultimate effects of first contact were catastrophic for Indigenous people around the world. The tensions between Cook's overt and covert missions came to a head on the shores of Hawaii. His first landing there was harmonious, but when Cook returned after mapping the coast of the Pacific Northwest and Alaska, his exploitative treatment of the Hawaiians led to the fatal encounter. At once a ferociously-paced story of adventure on the high seas and a searching examination of the complexities and consequences of the Age of Exploration, THE WIDE WIDE SEA is a major work from one of our finest narrative nonfiction writers. 1785 Death of Captain Cook

7/8: The Wide Wide Sea: Imperial Ambition, First Contact and the Fateful Final Voyage of Captain James Cook Hardcover – April 9, 2024 by  Hampton Sides  (Author) https://www.amazon.com/Wide-Sea-Imperial-Ambition-Contact/dp/0385544766/ref=tmm_hrd_swatch_0?_encoding=UTF8&dib_tag=se&dib=eyJ2IjoiMSJ9.xvSnWMwZwkRk3nB_oha-u7YL0k9kTC4voIQCoSWDz75eZXBRk_ZvRqUZ_P6pMaemKHJ8AhEdiyCpLrikQsp9iSIHNpX0v0n71kJqmCUW1VujrRMuDnenOyoWd5NtaDroImV4hSJ-hXf41L0HQmBS2q4Ws_PUqdVAXpvxskDgbzkPGE54c4xCqXxznyoRsahmmC7zXsNKkmipQCOKWZt728zHdG1ntVV4xSjkKJdX0v4.qQvWTGgLh4U5mw9t7ELNeecNVMkHQl35VNFyULPNX4g&qid=1720822146&sr=8-1 On July 12th, 1776, Captain James Cook, already lionized as the greatest explorer in British history, set off on his third voyage in his ship the HMS Resolution. Two-and-a-half years later, on a beach on the island of Hawaii, Cook was killed in a conflict with native Hawaiians. How did Cook, who was unique among captains for his respect for Indigenous peoples and cultures, come to that fatal moment? Hampton Sides' bravura account of Cook's last journey both wrestles with Cook's legacy and provides a thrilling narrative of the titanic efforts and continual danger that characterized exploration in the 1700s. Cook was renowned for his peerless seamanship, his humane leadership, and his dedication to science-–the famed naturalist Joseph Banks accompanied him on his first voyage, and Cook has been called one of the most important figures of the Age of Enlightenment. He was also deeply interested in the native people he encountered. In fact, his stated mission was to return a Tahitian man, Mai, who had become the toast of London, to his home islands. On previous expeditions, Cook mapped huge swaths of the Pacific, including the east coast of Australia, and initiated first European contact with numerous peoples. He treated his crew well, and endeavored to learn about the societies he encountered with curiosity and without judgment. Yet something was different on this last voyage. Cook became mercurial, resorting to the lash to enforce discipline, and led his two vessels into danger time and again. Uncharacteristically, he ordered violent retaliation for perceived theft on the part of native peoples. This may have had something to do with his secret orders, which were to chart and claim lands before Britain's imperial rivals could, and to discover the fabled Northwest Passage. Whatever Cook's intentions, his scientific efforts were the sharp edge of the colonial sword, and the ultimate effects of first contact were catastrophic for Indigenous people around the world. The tensions between Cook's overt and covert missions came to a head on the shores of Hawaii. His first landing there was harmonious, but when Cook returned after mapping the coast of the Pacific Northwest and Alaska, his exploitative treatment of the Hawaiians led to the fatal encounter. At once a ferociously-paced story of adventure on the high seas and a searching examination of the complexities and consequences of the Age of Exploration, THE WIDE WIDE SEA is a major work from one of our finest narrative nonfiction writers. 1888 Monument to Cook

8/8: The Wide Wide Sea: Imperial Ambition, First Contact and the Fateful Final Voyage of Captain James Cook Hardcover – April 9, 2024 by  Hampton Sides  (Author) https://www.amazon.com/Wide-Sea-Imperial-Ambition-Contact/dp/0385544766/ref=tmm_hrd_swatch_0?_encoding=UTF8&dib_tag=se&dib=eyJ2IjoiMSJ9.xvSnWMwZwkRk3nB_oha-u7YL0k9kTC4voIQCoSWDz75eZXBRk_ZvRqUZ_P6pMaemKHJ8AhEdiyCpLrikQsp9iSIHNpX0v0n71kJqmCUW1VujrRMuDnenOyoWd5NtaDroImV4hSJ-hXf41L0HQmBS2q4Ws_PUqdVAXpvxskDgbzkPGE54c4xCqXxznyoRsahmmC7zXsNKkmipQCOKWZt728zHdG1ntVV4xSjkKJdX0v4.qQvWTGgLh4U5mw9t7ELNeecNVMkHQl35VNFyULPNX4g&qid=1720822146&sr=8-1 On July 12th, 1776, Captain James Cook, already lionized as the greatest explorer in British history, set off on his third voyage in his ship the HMS Resolution. Two-and-a-half years later, on a beach on the island of Hawaii, Cook was killed in a conflict with native Hawaiians. How did Cook, who was unique among captains for his respect for Indigenous peoples and cultures, come to that fatal moment? Hampton Sides' bravura account of Cook's last journey both wrestles with Cook's legacy and provides a thrilling narrative of the titanic efforts and continual danger that characterized exploration in the 1700s. Cook was renowned for his peerless seamanship, his humane leadership, and his dedication to science-–the famed naturalist Joseph Banks accompanied him on his first voyage, and Cook has been called one of the most important figures of the Age of Enlightenment. He was also deeply interested in the native people he encountered. In fact, his stated mission was to return a Tahitian man, Mai, who had become the toast of London, to his home islands. On previous expeditions, Cook mapped huge swaths of the Pacific, including the east coast of Australia, and initiated first European contact with numerous peoples. He treated his crew well, and endeavored to learn about the societies he encountered with curiosity and without judgment. Yet something was different on this last voyage. Cook became mercurial, resorting to the lash to enforce discipline, and led his two vessels into danger time and again. Uncharacteristically, he ordered violent retaliation for perceived theft on the part of native peoples. This may have had something to do with his secret orders, which were to chart and claim lands before Britain's imperial rivals could, and to discover the fabled Northwest Passage. Whatever Cook's intentions, his scientific efforts were the sharp edge of the colonial sword, and the ultimate effects of first contact were catastrophic for Indigenous people around the world. The tensions between Cook's overt and covert missions came to a head on the shores of Hawaii. His first landing there was harmonious, but when Cook returned after mapping the coast of the Pacific Northwest and Alaska, his exploitative treatment of the Hawaiians led to the fatal encounter. At once a ferociously-paced story of adventure on the high seas and a searching examination of the complexities and consequences of the Age of Exploration, THE WIDE WIDE SEA is a major work from one of our finest narrative nonfiction writers. 1870 Monument to Cook

2/8: The Wide Wide Sea: Imperial Ambition, First Contact and the Fateful Final Voyage of Captain James Cook Hardcover – April 9, 2024 by  Hampton Sides  (Author) https://www.amazon.com/Wide-Sea-Imperial-Ambition-Contact/dp/0385544766/ref=tmm_hrd_swatch_0?_encoding=UTF8&dib_tag=se&dib=eyJ2IjoiMSJ9.xvSnWMwZwkRk3nB_oha-u7YL0k9kTC4voIQCoSWDz75eZXBRk_ZvRqUZ_P6pMaemKHJ8AhEdiyCpLrikQsp9iSIHNpX0v0n71kJqmCUW1VujrRMuDnenOyoWd5NtaDroImV4hSJ-hXf41L0HQmBS2q4Ws_PUqdVAXpvxskDgbzkPGE54c4xCqXxznyoRsahmmC7zXsNKkmipQCOKWZt728zHdG1ntVV4xSjkKJdX0v4.qQvWTGgLh4U5mw9t7ELNeecNVMkHQl35VNFyULPNX4g&qid=1720822146&sr=8-1 1898 Hawaii

1/8: The Wide Wide Sea: Imperial Ambition, First Contact and the Fateful Final Voyage of Captain James Cook Hardcover – April 9, 2024 by  Hampton Sides  (Author) https://www.amazon.com/Wide-Sea-Imperial-Ambition-Contact/dp/0385544766/ref=tmm_hrd_swatch_0?_encoding=UTF8&dib_tag=se&dib=eyJ2IjoiMSJ9.xvSnWMwZwkRk3nB_oha-u7YL0k9kTC4voIQCoSWDz75eZXBRk_ZvRqUZ_P6pMaemKHJ8AhEdiyCpLrikQsp9iSIHNpX0v0n71kJqmCUW1VujrRMuDnenOyoWd5NtaDroImV4hSJ-hXf41L0HQmBS2q4Ws_PUqdVAXpvxskDgbzkPGE54c4xCqXxznyoRsahmmC7zXsNKkmipQCOKWZt728zHdG1ntVV4xSjkKJdX0v4.qQvWTGgLh4U5mw9t7ELNeecNVMkHQl35VNFyULPNX4g&qid=1720822146&sr=8-1 1890 Greenwich Hospital

3/8: The Wide Wide Sea: Imperial Ambition, First Contact and the Fateful Final Voyage of Captain James Cook Hardcover – April 9, 2024 by  Hampton Sides  (Author) https://www.amazon.com/Wide-Sea-Imperial-Ambition-Contact/dp/0385544766/ref=tmm_hrd_swatch_0?_encoding=UTF8&dib_tag=se&dib=eyJ2IjoiMSJ9.xvSnWMwZwkRk3nB_oha-u7YL0k9kTC4voIQCoSWDz75eZXBRk_ZvRqUZ_P6pMaemKHJ8AhEdiyCpLrikQsp9iSIHNpX0v0n71kJqmCUW1VujrRMuDnenOyoWd5NtaDroImV4hSJ-hXf41L0HQmBS2q4Ws_PUqdVAXpvxskDgbzkPGE54c4xCqXxznyoRsahmmC7zXsNKkmipQCOKWZt728zHdG1ntVV4xSjkKJdX0v4.qQvWTGgLh4U5mw9t7ELNeecNVMkHQl35VNFyULPNX4g&qid=1720822146&sr=8-1 1930 Hawaii

4/8: The Wide Wide Sea: Imperial Ambition, First Contact and the Fateful Final Voyage of Captain James Cook Hardcover – April 9, 2024 by  Hampton Sides  (Author) https://www.amazon.com/Wide-Sea-Imperial-Ambition-Contact/dp/0385544766/ref=tmm_hrd_swatch_0?_encoding=UTF8&dib_tag=se&dib=eyJ2IjoiMSJ9.xvSnWMwZwkRk3nB_oha-u7YL0k9kTC4voIQCoSWDz75eZXBRk_ZvRqUZ_P6pMaemKHJ8AhEdiyCpLrikQsp9iSIHNpX0v0n71kJqmCUW1VujrRMuDnenOyoWd5NtaDroImV4hSJ-hXf41L0HQmBS2q4Ws_PUqdVAXpvxskDgbzkPGE54c4xCqXxznyoRsahmmC7zXsNKkmipQCOKWZt728zHdG1ntVV4xSjkKJdX0v4.qQvWTGgLh4U5mw9t7ELNeecNVMkHQl35VNFyULPNX4g&qid=1720822146&sr=8-1 1900 New Zealand

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The Motion Picture Men return for the final half of Neil Breen's masterpiece hit Fateful Findings, and one might say it's fate that you're hear listening right now...At the end of Part 1 we found out that Dylan, the magical man who is not at all writing his second hit novel and is instead working on stealing secret government and corporate secrets. Unfortunatly for him it seems like everyone in his life is currently having personal problems. Amy and Jim, the best friends, are busy hating each other in a loveless marriage, and Emily his girlfriend is stuck with a terrible pill addiction!It's up to Dylan to solve all of these issues, or what actually happens which is he ignores them as everything crumbles around him. But don't worry, here's his old love interest! Just in time to replace his dead girlfriend! Seriously, listen to this episode because this movie is WILD

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Two pedestrians collide fatefully. by maxicue. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories. Joe slid through the crowd on the street, not in a hurry, just enjoying it, like it was some kind of game, call it Body Avoidance, a challenge of finding the gaps just large enough to pass through untouched while the bodies continued moving in somewhat predictable ways, though the unpredictable could always happen, adding to the challenge and the fun, that quick burst bypassing the unexpected shift. He loved this game ever since moving to New York, at first when he worked at a copy place in Grand Central Station (nearby where he happened to be sliding through at the moment), especially busy streets around there, especially at rush hours and lunch, and further challenged when he carried heavy packages of copies destined for publishing houses, often pocketing the cab money given to him to walk even farther through more busy streets carrying those burdens. And then when he became busboy and then waiter at the restaurant at Max's Kansas City, a punk club with the music upstairs and the restaurant where he worked downstairs, sliding through crowds of kids his age on weekend nights. It felt like a kind of dance, especially at the club, even with his own special tempo. This time though, for the first time ever as far as he could recall, he collided with someone who seemed to appear out of nowhere, his height of six and a half feet always helping his vision and his traversing perhaps missing her much smaller frame, at least a foot shorter, probably closer to a foot and a half, but more it seemed like she stepped into the narrow passage he'd found as if on purpose, finding the perfect moment for collision. But of course that would have been impossible, her knowing when to get in his way, when he'd happen to be sliding through at that very moment, unless fate could be considered purposeful. “Asshole,” the young woman growled from the concrete in which his impact sent her, landing on her ass and a hand that prevented something worse like concussion and scraping it for the trouble. With him stopped standing over her, the crowd flowed around the sudden impediment like cattle somehow avoiding stampeding, though less animal and more human since the flow went both ways. He looked down at a blonde waif, skinny and frail, her t shirt and jeans too big for her and looking well past new, the t shirt white with a band logo he was unfamiliar with showing every stain, and there were many, the jeans showing a small right kneecap where the cloth had frayed. The navy peacoat, too warm for the balmy, almost summerlike weather unusual this early in the year, splayed open. “I'm so sorry,” Joe exclaimed, and when his stretched out hand was avoided by her, he insisted, “Let me help you up.” She finally allowed his large hand to take hold of her small slim one aiding her to standing. “I didn't see you,” he added. “Obviously,” she smirked, adjusting her stuffed and scuffed red backpack on her shoulders. “Hungry?” he asked. “I could eat,” she half smiled. He guided her across the street and to the end of the block where one of the last of the Horn and Hardarts automats existed and put coins into the slots for her tuna sandwich and chips and for his egg salad. He bought her a Coke and he got coffee. She used the toilet there to clean her scrape amongst other things since she took a while, which worried him, thinking she might have run off, but of course she didn't, having food waiting for her. “I'm Joe,” he told her. “Jenny,” she replied before filling her mouth with a bite of sandwich. They said nothing for a while since she devoured her food, obviously needing it. “Anything else?” he asked. “Maybe a pie? The lemon meringue looked tempting.” “Okay if we share?” he asked. “That's fine.” “Uhm, are you going to stay?” He looked at her, saw her eyes pooling and she sniffled. “Please?” Her smile nearly broke his heart when she replied, “Nowhere better to be.” “Good. After we eat, let's get that scrape taken care of.” “Okay.” They stayed, talking over the small empty plate. “Where are you from?” he asked. “The Twin Cities. Minneapolis.” “No shit! Me too!” “No shit!” “No shit. Where?” “Robbinsdale.” “Golden Valley.” “No shit?” “No shit.” The two suburbs were neighbors, Robbinsdale more middle class than Golden Valley, which tended to be more upper middle class, a lot of professionals, doctors, lawyers and professors, his dad being of the latter type. Fate. “You work around here?” she asked, since Joe had dressed up in a jacket and tie, the tie loose around his neck. “I used to,” he told her. “I'm actually applying for jobs presently.” “Presently,” she giggled. “Sorry. I tend to talk like I have a stick up my butt.” “No, it's cute.” “Glad you think so,” he chuckled. “How's the job search going?” she asked. “Not great unfortunately. My uncle's an executive at the William Morris Agency, and I hoped that might help, but I guess he's against nepotism. It's possible I'll get a job in their mail room. I applied at other offices, but I'm making a career change, or hoping to, and have got little experience.” “From what?” she asked. “I used to be a waiter at Max's Kansas City.” “No shit!” “No shit.” “Why not stay there?” “I needed a change,” he murmured, unconsciously stroking his arm. Jenny sensing Joe's discomfort regarding the subject wisely ended that line of inquiry. “What's the William Morris Agency?” she asked instead. “It's one of the largest talent agencies in America,” he told her. “Cool.” “Yeah. It's had its perks. Getting turned on to Bowie early because my uncle wrote the contract that signed him. Meeting cool stars at a party at his house upstate. Going to openings like the movie Hair and Apocalypse Now, the last a brand new print and sitting close.” “Is that cool?” she asked. “Pretty cool,” he chuckled. When they left the automat, he told her, “Let's get you some anti-bacteria for your scrape and Band-Aids. I know a drugstore nearby.” “You don't have anything at home?” she asked, surprising him. “Um…you sure?” “I'm sure,” she smiled, and he could see those pretty blue eyes pool again. “I can get something on the way,” he decided. “Great!” Since the drugstore was close by, he went there anyway, and while getting the first aid stuff, she waited for him near the counter. “Need any of these?” she blushed, pointing to the rack of condoms. His cock stiffened in his pants while he grabbed a sixpack of lubricated Trojans. She stayed his hand and grabbed a twelve pack instead. “Holy shit,” he thought. Both were blushing while he made the purchase. They walked over to Grand Central and took the subway south to Fourteenth Street close to where he lived. They entered a door between a couple non-descript store fronts and climbed the stairs three floors, Joe unlocking a door on the left at the top. Fortunately none of his roommates were around in the shared area, probably sleeping since they tended to keep vampire hours, and Joe guided Jenny down a hallway, taking a sharp right and, pushing aside a beaded curtain, gestured her through. He had by far the largest bedroom in the three bedroom apartment, a couple large windows unfortunately facing the wall of another building. Unfortunate not for the view, but for the easy access from the roof to the room, the probable path taken when someone broke in and stole his record collection and his typewriter not long before. Or they could have just walked in, because he knew the probable culprit, since he'd seen the junkie just off St. Marks selling his records, a regular at Max's. “Sorry for the mess,” he apologized, and Joe was a definite slob. “No problem,” she responded. “Beggars can't be choosers.” “Jenny?” “Mind if I take a shower?” she sniffled. “Not at all. Just a second.” He knelt in front of a small cabinet and grabbed a towel for her. “The red door on the right,” he told her. For some reason they'd painted the bathroom a deep red, including the door, the rest of the apartment with white walls. He cleaned up his place while she showered, neatening the books and papers on the coffee table, the table on which he used to type before losing his typewriter, and tossing clothes into a gunny sack he used to tote down to go to the nearest laundromat a block or so away. She returned carrying her clothes and her bag, wearing the towel with it tucked between her cleavage, more of it than he expected, and when she unceremoniously dropped the towel, she sported perky b cup breasts, all the more substantial looking on her petite frame. She was skinny but fortunately not completely starved, no bones jutting out, her belly youthfully firm with just a hint of convexity, and her full bush, being blonde, seemed less substantial than if it were dark. Her waist curved subtly, neither what some would call child bearing hips, but not boyish either. This was definitely a woman. “Like what you see?” she smiled, turning, and showing him a perfect firm round ass. He also noticed muscled thighs and her arms even had some definition. “Wow,” he said. “You're definitely in shape.” “Dreams of being a prima ballerina,” she sniffled. He sat on the bed and patted his lap. “Come here.” “You have way too many clothes on,” she sniffled and giggled. “Come here, Jenny,” he said more forcefully. She sat on his lap sideways. He reluctantly kept his hands off her. “Tell me,” he said. “You don't want to fuck me?” “Of course I do. Tell me.” She sobbed. Only then did he embrace her across her middle, her face ending up against his chest. He could feel the tears wet his shirt. “Tell me,” he repeated. “I…had to,” she choked out. “Had to?” “Your shirt,” she murmured, pulling her head away. “It's okay,” he insisted, gently pulling her head back. “I auditioned over the years to get into ballet school here, but no takers,” she managed to say. “I wanted to be a ballerina but I guess I'm not good enough.” “Best to know I guess,” Joe tried. “It's not that. Oh, okay that kind of sucked, but mostly I wanted to get away.” “From?” “Everything!” “Including?” “My mother's cruel disappointment. She'd been a ballerina until she had me. My boyfriend turning out to be gay. Another boy practically raping me instead making sure I was ready. My father…” “Did he…?” “No, but he was working up to it. Probably looked at me like I was my mom when I was her age or younger I guess. He'd be affectionate, too affectionate as it turned out. He touched me where he shouldn't, not directly but close, you know. I guess I didn't believe it, but it turned out he was actually being shy, and eventually brought my hand to his crotch which got me off him immediately. The last straw…I woke up with him in my bed. I screamed and punched like in his diaphragm which took his wind. Maybe I should have punched lower, but I wanted to be nowhere near that, and when I raced out the room, my mother plods over and my dad says some bullshit about me seducing him, and since it was all about jealousy, him being more affectionate to me, and disappointment, she fucking believed him. “I'm of course freaking out, everything…and then this…but I managed to take some breaths, calming down, and told my mom if she wanted rid of me I needed money. They only had a couple hundred around but my mom takes me to her bank, gets me another five hundred, drives me to the bus station, buys me a ticket to New York, my demand, with her credit card. She actually offered one to me, but I told her she'd probably close it and have me arrested or something, and the bitch shrugged. And I'm like, ‘You're a fucking cunt.' And she's saying I'm a useless slut.” “Sorry,” Joe apologized. “I'm the sorry one,” Jenny actually chuckled. “But…it doesn't sound like sex…” Jenny shifted around so that she faced him, straddling his lap. “I got hit on by fucking pimps, Joe, as soon as I got off the fucking bus at Penn station. I'm not as naïve as I look.” “But you don't know me.” “Like you're a psycho? You don't seem the type and in a way I don't fucking care. A rapist probably wouldn't have brought me home. The hotel I stayed at this creepy guy kept staring at me in the lobby and ended up following me to my fucking floor, so I like got out quick out of there, practically running. And I didn't even dare shower there since the shower room was fucking shared and fucking groady. I was actually headed to Grand Central when we collided, thinking I'd try taking a train down to twenty-third, staying at the Chelsea or something, just to do something cool while I was here and still alive. So Joe, I guess you're the best choice I've had so far.” She kissed him, pulling off the jacket he still wore and unbuttoning his shirt. He broke the kiss when he tossed aside the tie, then lifted her and set her on her back on the bed. He finished the unbuttoning and tossed aside his shirt. “Nice,” she smiled, stroking his chest. Joe didn't work out, but being young, just twenty-one, and working hard at his job as a waiter, kept him slim and slimly muscled. He kept his pants on when he made love to her lying beside her on his side. Kisses continued for a while, both enjoying it especially when tongues were involved, her breath tasting of toothpaste and his presumably not offensive, while his hand began exploring the rest of her. The hand took the weight of her breasts, teasingly moving on before a direct attack on her small nipples to linger on her taut belly and moving teasing across her pudendum, through her soft patch of blond hair, before feeling the smoothness of her thighs and the firmness of muscles, and then under her, lifting her slightly by her firm ass, followed by sliding along her back, across her shoulder and returning to her breasts, fingers moving in on her nipples, caressing and tugging gently at each one, making her gasp into his mouth. Only then did he end the kiss, bringing his mouth to the exploration, finding thrills for her at her ear and neck before moving to her breasts and nipples. Once each one had been appreciated for a while, the second sending his hand down slowly, eventually fingers discovering the dampness of her labia, rimming the edges, his mouth followed the same trail as his hand, and when it reached where she wanted it, he shifted his body between her widened legs and his tongue lapped across her clit, the first touch of it, and she lifted her middle and moaned. Both fingers and mouth remained there, working her gradually to her first climax via a man, especially intense when he stroked her g spot, his other hand tugging at her nipples, measuring the squeeze and building on it since she seemed to handle ever more pressure there. “Joe,” she murmured once she recovered, and smiled when he got up and got naked for her. “Oh my,” she commented at his length, on the thicker side, and definitely longer than the two she'd seen by at least a couple inches. “I'll be gentle,” he promised, opening a condom and rolling it on and moving between her thighs. He brought her hand to his cock to guide him, and she brought it where she wanted it and he slowly pushed in. “Oh fuck!” she moaned. “Too much?” he asked reluctantly. “Don't you fucking stop!” she declared. He pushed into one of the tightest sheathes he'd ever felt and realized he wouldn't last and told her. “Just fuck me,” she insisted, her legs wrapping his thighs as emphasis. Going slow probably helped delay the inevitable, seeming to open her up with each deeper stroke. In the end, he nudged at her cervix, thankfully with his cock completely inside her. He'd known girls her size, even taller, where he had to be careful about the impact there, usually no more than an inch to spare, but enough to cause pain. Not this time. Touching it made her growl, but in a good way. He decided to exploit that, grinding into her, pubic bone against pubic bone which affected her clit too, and just pulling out a couple inches before thrusting in. She seemed fine with that, even enjoying it, so he kept it up while his hands drew in to work fingers and thumbs on her nipples. She began meeting his thrusts with lifts, and her hands grabbed his ass cheeks, and she began pulling on his flesh there, wanting longer strokes it seemed, but he waited until she grabbed hard, closing on being painful, her nails thankfully short, he'd learn later she tended to nibble on them when nervous, and he'd actually seen a little of that in the automat, and she pressed against him one more time before announcing her climax with, “Oh my fucking God!” rather loudly at a high growl. And when she loosened her grip, only then did he abandon himself to fully fucking her, long, ever faster strokes for only seconds before he pressed deep, pushing against her cervix, and cumming. “Joe,” she murmured, her hands pushing his chest. “Sorry,” he responded, hugging her to him and turning them over. He'd reached the last of his ejaculations, every one intense, and reached down to hold the condom to his penis while shifting her higher with his legs. “Mmm,” she responded when it slid out. She shivered a little too as if feeling a last echo of her orgasm. “It'll be better next time,” he promised. She chuckled weakly. “What?” he asked. She shifted forward. Since both of their bodies had fairly equal proportions of legs to torsos, she had to scoot up a bit, her legs straddling his abdomen, her damp pussy pressing into it, for her to look eye to eye with him. Her hands pressed his shoulders to put her face above his. “That was several magnitudes better than the last and only fuck I've had,” she explained. “I thought it was making love,” he argued. “Don't be pedantic, Joe,” she smirked, surprising him. “Pedantic?” “You know what I mean.” “Of course, but…” “I'm smarter than I look.” “I don't believe in the dumb blonde myth.” “I've met several, and not all blondes.” “School?” “And fellow dancers, although most were dedicated enough to be smart too I suppose. Learning to put the time in to do the best you can both in dancing and studying.” “Makes sense. So school…?” “I would have graduated this spring if I hadn't had to run away.” “GED?” he asked. “Probably. I don't imagine going to school for one quarter. You?” “School?” “Yeah.” “I went to Bard in upstate New York for a couple years, but quit because it was ridiculous having parents spend that much money for me to study to be a poet.” “You're a poet?” “Not much recently. I thought New York would be inspiring, but mostly it's been distracting. I'm also interested in filmmaking, like the experimental kind, so no more lucrative. I still have a Bolex sixteen millimeter camera which fortunately the thieves never found.” “Thieves?” “The problem with living amongst junkies. Let me show you something.” He lifted his left arm and she caressed a line of marks near his inner elbow area. “Are those…?” “Tracks. Only one is fairly fresh. It's why I quit Max's: too much temptation. Living here too, but right now I can't afford to move. A friend of mine OD'd and died, and another almost did and I ended up keeping him alive. It was the last straw, and I realized that'd be me, or it'd just be a spiral of inertia, all about the next fix and nothing else, so I quit. Luckily I wasn't too strung out and basically hung with my folks for a week when my dad had his sabbatical in DC this past winter. I drank a bit there, but my parents seemed none the wiser. Anyway, when I came back to work planning to keep my tips instead of spending them all, I did okay until I didn't one day, succumbing to temptation, and quit after that.” “When was that?” “A week ago. I've been job hunting ever since.” “Lucky for me,” she grinned and shifted around, pulling off the used condom and handing it to him carefully and he managed to toss it atop his underpants while she enveloped his penis in her mouth. He worried about her lack of experience, mostly worried about her teeth, but she proved quite capable. He nudged her to straddle his face and had to bend his back a little, supported by his arms so fingers weren't available, and mostly kept her pleasure at a quiet purr, not distracting her from her surprisingly effective endeavors. Once she'd got him hard, she bounced off the bed, found a condom and rolled it on with some study and climbed on and guided him back inside her, carefully, stroke by stroke, sending him deep. Once there, she began her ride, this time having the full effect of his entire cock, to the point she needed to bring it back to her slit when it slipped out a couple times, but seemed to get the length of him soon enough and began riding him at a medium fast clip. He watched the roll and bounce of her perky tits before stilling them with his hands, one letting go to guide her hand to her clit. From that she worked herself into a frenzy, finally shifting down and rolling atop him to achieve her orgasm. Fortunately it always took longer for Joe to cum when a woman took the cowgirl position. After, she somehow turned around while he remained inside and moved her body down, and he realized what she wanted, moving from beneath her, clutching her hips, and pulling her into him in a doggy style position. He shifted, letting go of the hips and bringing one hand to her hanging tits and the other to her clit, practically holding her up with the latter hand, and like he had before, let himself go fucking her hard and fast until he came, happily not long after she did. “Fuck Joe,” she commented softly after. “Yeah,” Joe agreed. She did the securing of the condom to his penis and they soon took the same position as they had before, her head resting on his chest. “Can I stay?” she asked quietly and shyly. “As long as you want.” “Thanks.” by maxicue for Literotica. This is the first chapter of a novel. The rest of the published chapters are found at the maxicue library of Literotica. Fate's Embrace: 6 Part Series

Two pedestrians collide fatefully. by maxicue. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories. Joe slid through the crowd on the street, not in a hurry, just enjoying it, like it was some kind of game, call it Body Avoidance, a challenge of finding the gaps just large enough to pass through untouched while the bodies continued moving in somewhat predictable ways, though the unpredictable could always happen, adding to the challenge and the fun, that quick burst bypassing the unexpected shift. He loved this game ever since moving to New York, at first when he worked at a copy place in Grand Central Station (nearby where he happened to be sliding through at the moment), especially busy streets around there, especially at rush hours and lunch, and further challenged when he carried heavy packages of copies destined for publishing houses, often pocketing the cab money given to him to walk even farther through more busy streets carrying those burdens. And then when he became busboy and then waiter at the restaurant at Max's Kansas City, a punk club with the music upstairs and the restaurant where he worked downstairs, sliding through crowds of kids his age on weekend nights. It felt like a kind of dance, especially at the club, even with his own special tempo. This time though, for the first time ever as far as he could recall, he collided with someone who seemed to appear out of nowhere, his height of six and a half feet always helping his vision and his traversing perhaps missing her much smaller frame, at least a foot shorter, probably closer to a foot and a half, but more it seemed like she stepped into the narrow passage he'd found as if on purpose, finding the perfect moment for collision. But of course that would have been impossible, her knowing when to get in his way, when he'd happen to be sliding through at that very moment, unless fate could be considered purposeful. “Asshole,” the young woman growled from the concrete in which his impact sent her, landing on her ass and a hand that prevented something worse like concussion and scraping it for the trouble. With him stopped standing over her, the crowd flowed around the sudden impediment like cattle somehow avoiding stampeding, though less animal and more human since the flow went both ways. He looked down at a blonde waif, skinny and frail, her t shirt and jeans too big for her and looking well past new, the t shirt white with a band logo he was unfamiliar with showing every stain, and there were many, the jeans showing a small right kneecap where the cloth had frayed. The navy peacoat, too warm for the balmy, almost summerlike weather unusual this early in the year, splayed open. “I'm so sorry,” Joe exclaimed, and when his stretched out hand was avoided by her, he insisted, “Let me help you up.” She finally allowed his large hand to take hold of her small slim one aiding her to standing. “I didn't see you,” he added. “Obviously,” she smirked, adjusting her stuffed and scuffed red backpack on her shoulders. “Hungry?” he asked. “I could eat,” she half smiled. He guided her across the street and to the end of the block where one of the last of the Horn and Hardarts automats existed and put coins into the slots for her tuna sandwich and chips and for his egg salad. He bought her a Coke and he got coffee. She used the toilet there to clean her scrape amongst other things since she took a while, which worried him, thinking she might have run off, but of course she didn't, having food waiting for her. “I'm Joe,” he told her. “Jenny,” she replied before filling her mouth with a bite of sandwich. They said nothing for a while since she devoured her food, obviously needing it. “Anything else?” he asked. “Maybe a pie? The lemon meringue looked tempting.” “Okay if we share?” he asked. “That's fine.” “Uhm, are you going to stay?” He looked at her, saw her eyes pooling and she sniffled. “Please?” Her smile nearly broke his heart when she replied, “Nowhere better to be.” “Good. After we eat, let's get that scrape taken care of.” “Okay.” They stayed, talking over the small empty plate. “Where are you from?” he asked. “The Twin Cities. Minneapolis.” “No shit! Me too!” “No shit!” “No shit. Where?” “Robbinsdale.” “Golden Valley.” “No shit?” “No shit.” The two suburbs were neighbors, Robbinsdale more middle class than Golden Valley, which tended to be more upper middle class, a lot of professionals, doctors, lawyers and professors, his dad being of the latter type. Fate. “You work around here?” she asked, since Joe had dressed up in a jacket and tie, the tie loose around his neck. “I used to,” he told her. “I'm actually applying for jobs presently.” “Presently,” she giggled. “Sorry. I tend to talk like I have a stick up my butt.” “No, it's cute.” “Glad you think so,” he chuckled. “How's the job search going?” she asked. “Not great unfortunately. My uncle's an executive at the William Morris Agency, and I hoped that might help, but I guess he's against nepotism. It's possible I'll get a job in their mail room. I applied at other offices, but I'm making a career change, or hoping to, and have got little experience.” “From what?” she asked. “I used to be a waiter at Max's Kansas City.” “No shit!” “No shit.” “Why not stay there?” “I needed a change,” he murmured, unconsciously stroking his arm. Jenny sensing Joe's discomfort regarding the subject wisely ended that line of inquiry. “What's the William Morris Agency?” she asked instead. “It's one of the largest talent agencies in America,” he told her. “Cool.” “Yeah. It's had its perks. Getting turned on to Bowie early because my uncle wrote the contract that signed him. Meeting cool stars at a party at his house upstate. Going to openings like the movie Hair and Apocalypse Now, the last a brand new print and sitting close.” “Is that cool?” she asked. “Pretty cool,” he chuckled. When they left the automat, he told her, “Let's get you some anti-bacteria for your scrape and Band-Aids. I know a drugstore nearby.” “You don't have anything at home?” she asked, surprising him. “Um…you sure?” “I'm sure,” she smiled, and he could see those pretty blue eyes pool again. “I can get something on the way,” he decided. “Great!” Since the drugstore was close by, he went there anyway, and while getting the first aid stuff, she waited for him near the counter. “Need any of these?” she blushed, pointing to the rack of condoms. His cock stiffened in his pants while he grabbed a sixpack of lubricated Trojans. She stayed his hand and grabbed a twelve pack instead. “Holy shit,” he thought. Both were blushing while he made the purchase. They walked over to Grand Central and took the subway south to Fourteenth Street close to where he lived. They entered a door between a couple non-descript store fronts and climbed the stairs three floors, Joe unlocking a door on the left at the top. Fortunately none of his roommates were around in the shared area, probably sleeping since they tended to keep vampire hours, and Joe guided Jenny down a hallway, taking a sharp right and, pushing aside a beaded curtain, gestured her through. He had by far the largest bedroom in the three bedroom apartment, a couple large windows unfortunately facing the wall of another building. Unfortunate not for the view, but for the easy access from the roof to the room, the probable path taken when someone broke in and stole his record collection and his typewriter not long before. Or they could have just walked in, because he knew the probable culprit, since he'd seen the junkie just off St. Marks selling his records, a regular at Max's. “Sorry for the mess,” he apologized, and Joe was a definite slob. “No problem,” she responded. “Beggars can't be choosers.” “Jenny?” “Mind if I take a shower?” she sniffled. “Not at all. Just a second.” He knelt in front of a small cabinet and grabbed a towel for her. “The red door on the right,” he told her. For some reason they'd painted the bathroom a deep red, including the door, the rest of the apartment with white walls. He cleaned up his place while she showered, neatening the books and papers on the coffee table, the table on which he used to type before losing his typewriter, and tossing clothes into a gunny sack he used to tote down to go to the nearest laundromat a block or so away. She returned carrying her clothes and her bag, wearing the towel with it tucked between her cleavage, more of it than he expected, and when she unceremoniously dropped the towel, she sported perky b cup breasts, all the more substantial looking on her petite frame. She was skinny but fortunately not completely starved, no bones jutting out, her belly youthfully firm with just a hint of convexity, and her full bush, being blonde, seemed less substantial than if it were dark. Her waist curved subtly, neither what some would call child bearing hips, but not boyish either. This was definitely a woman. “Like what you see?” she smiled, turning, and showing him a perfect firm round ass. He also noticed muscled thighs and her arms even had some definition. “Wow,” he said. “You're definitely in shape.” “Dreams of being a prima ballerina,” she sniffled. He sat on the bed and patted his lap. “Come here.” “You have way too many clothes on,” she sniffled and giggled. “Come here, Jenny,” he said more forcefully. She sat on his lap sideways. He reluctantly kept his hands off her. “Tell me,” he said. “You don't want to fuck me?” “Of course I do. Tell me.” She sobbed. Only then did he embrace her across her middle, her face ending up against his chest. He could feel the tears wet his shirt. “Tell me,” he repeated. “I…had to,” she choked out. “Had to?” “Your shirt,” she murmured, pulling her head away. “It's okay,” he insisted, gently pulling her head back. “I auditioned over the years to get into ballet school here, but no takers,” she managed to say. “I wanted to be a ballerina but I guess I'm not good enough.” “Best to know I guess,” Joe tried. “It's not that. Oh, okay that kind of sucked, but mostly I wanted to get away.” “From?” “Everything!” “Including?” “My mother's cruel disappointment. She'd been a ballerina until she had me. My boyfriend turning out to be gay. Another boy practically raping me instead making sure I was ready. My father…” “Did he…?” “No, but he was working up to it. Probably looked at me like I was my mom when I was her age or younger I guess. He'd be affectionate, too affectionate as it turned out. He touched me where he shouldn't, not directly but close, you know. I guess I didn't believe it, but it turned out he was actually being shy, and eventually brought my hand to his crotch which got me off him immediately. The last straw…I woke up with him in my bed. I screamed and punched like in his diaphragm which took his wind. Maybe I should have punched lower, but I wanted to be nowhere near that, and when I raced out the room, my mother plods over and my dad says some bullshit about me seducing him, and since it was all about jealousy, him being more affectionate to me, and disappointment, she fucking believed him. “I'm of course freaking out, everything…and then this…but I managed to take some breaths, calming down, and told my mom if she wanted rid of me I needed money. They only had a couple hundred around but my mom takes me to her bank, gets me another five hundred, drives me to the bus station, buys me a ticket to New York, my demand, with her credit card. She actually offered one to me, but I told her she'd probably close it and have me arrested or something, and the bitch shrugged. And I'm like, ‘You're a fucking cunt.' And she's saying I'm a useless slut.” “Sorry,” Joe apologized. “I'm the sorry one,” Jenny actually chuckled. “But…it doesn't sound like sex…” Jenny shifted around so that she faced him, straddling his lap. “I got hit on by fucking pimps, Joe, as soon as I got off the fucking bus at Penn station. I'm not as naïve as I look.” “But you don't know me.” “Like you're a psycho? You don't seem the type and in a way I don't fucking care. A rapist probably wouldn't have brought me home. The hotel I stayed at this creepy guy kept staring at me in the lobby and ended up following me to my fucking floor, so I like got out quick out of there, practically running. And I didn't even dare shower there since the shower room was fucking shared and fucking groady. I was actually headed to Grand Central when we collided, thinking I'd try taking a train down to twenty-third, staying at the Chelsea or something, just to do something cool while I was here and still alive. So Joe, I guess you're the best choice I've had so far.” She kissed him, pulling off the jacket he still wore and unbuttoning his shirt. He broke the kiss when he tossed aside the tie, then lifted her and set her on her back on the bed. He finished the unbuttoning and tossed aside his shirt. “Nice,” she smiled, stroking his chest. Joe didn't work out, but being young, just twenty-one, and working hard at his job as a waiter, kept him slim and slimly muscled. He kept his pants on when he made love to her lying beside her on his side. Kisses continued for a while, both enjoying it especially when tongues were involved, her breath tasting of toothpaste and his presumably not offensive, while his hand began exploring the rest of her. The hand took the weight of her breasts, teasingly moving on before a direct attack on her small nipples to linger on her taut belly and moving teasing across her pudendum, through her soft patch of blond hair, before feeling the smoothness of her thighs and the firmness of muscles, and then under her, lifting her slightly by her firm ass, followed by sliding along her back, across her shoulder and returning to her breasts, fingers moving in on her nipples, caressing and tugging gently at each one, making her gasp into his mouth. Only then did he end the kiss, bringing his mouth to the exploration, finding thrills for her at her ear and neck before moving to her breasts and nipples. Once each one had been appreciated for a while, the second sending his hand down slowly, eventually fingers discovering the dampness of her labia, rimming the edges, his mouth followed the same trail as his hand, and when it reached where she wanted it, he shifted his body between her widened legs and his tongue lapped across her clit, the first touch of it, and she lifted her middle and moaned. Both fingers and mouth remained there, working her gradually to her first climax via a man, especially intense when he stroked her g spot, his other hand tugging at her nipples, measuring the squeeze and building on it since she seemed to handle ever more pressure there. “Joe,” she murmured once she recovered, and smiled when he got up and got naked for her. “Oh my,” she commented at his length, on the thicker side, and definitely longer than the two she'd seen by at least a couple inches. “I'll be gentle,” he promised, opening a condom and rolling it on and moving between her thighs. He brought her hand to his cock to guide him, and she brought it where she wanted it and he slowly pushed in. “Oh fuck!” she moaned. “Too much?” he asked reluctantly. “Don't you fucking stop!” she declared. He pushed into one of the tightest sheathes he'd ever felt and realized he wouldn't last and told her. “Just fuck me,” she insisted, her legs wrapping his thighs as emphasis. Going slow probably helped delay the inevitable, seeming to open her up with each deeper stroke. In the end, he nudged at her cervix, thankfully with his cock completely inside her. He'd known girls her size, even taller, where he had to be careful about the impact there, usually no more than an inch to spare, but enough to cause pain. Not this time. Touching it made her growl, but in a good way. He decided to exploit that, grinding into her, pubic bone against pubic bone which affected her clit too, and just pulling out a couple inches before thrusting in. She seemed fine with that, even enjoying it, so he kept it up while his hands drew in to work fingers and thumbs on her nipples. She began meeting his thrusts with lifts, and her hands grabbed his ass cheeks, and she began pulling on his flesh there, wanting longer strokes it seemed, but he waited until she grabbed hard, closing on being painful, her nails thankfully short, he'd learn later she tended to nibble on them when nervous, and he'd actually seen a little of that in the automat, and she pressed against him one more time before announcing her climax with, “Oh my fucking God!” rather loudly at a high growl. And when she loosened her grip, only then did he abandon himself to fully fucking her, long, ever faster strokes for only seconds before he pressed deep, pushing against her cervix, and cumming. “Joe,” she murmured, her hands pushing his chest. “Sorry,” he responded, hugging her to him and turning them over. He'd reached the last of his ejaculations, every one intense, and reached down to hold the condom to his penis while shifting her higher with his legs. “Mmm,” she responded when it slid out. She shivered a little too as if feeling a last echo of her orgasm. “It'll be better next time,” he promised. She chuckled weakly. “What?” he asked. She shifted forward. Since both of their bodies had fairly equal proportions of legs to torsos, she had to scoot up a bit, her legs straddling his abdomen, her damp pussy pressing into it, for her to look eye to eye with him. Her hands pressed his shoulders to put her face above his. “That was several magnitudes better than the last and only fuck I've had,” she explained. “I thought it was making love,” he argued. “Don't be pedantic, Joe,” she smirked, surprising him. “Pedantic?” “You know what I mean.” “Of course, but…” “I'm smarter than I look.” “I don't believe in the dumb blonde myth.” “I've met several, and not all blondes.” “School?” “And fellow dancers, although most were dedicated enough to be smart too I suppose. Learning to put the time in to do the best you can both in dancing and studying.” “Makes sense. So school…?” “I would have graduated this spring if I hadn't had to run away.” “GED?” he asked. “Probably. I don't imagine going to school for one quarter. You?” “School?” “Yeah.” “I went to Bard in upstate New York for a couple years, but quit because it was ridiculous having parents spend that much money for me to study to be a poet.” “You're a poet?” “Not much recently. I thought New York would be inspiring, but mostly it's been distracting. I'm also interested in filmmaking, like the experimental kind, so no more lucrative. I still have a Bolex sixteen millimeter camera which fortunately the thieves never found.” “Thieves?” “The problem with living amongst junkies. Let me show you something.” He lifted his left arm and she caressed a line of marks near his inner elbow area. “Are those…?” “Tracks. Only one is fairly fresh. It's why I quit Max's: too much temptation. Living here too, but right now I can't afford to move. A friend of mine OD'd and died, and another almost did and I ended up keeping him alive. It was the last straw, and I realized that'd be me, or it'd just be a spiral of inertia, all about the next fix and nothing else, so I quit. Luckily I wasn't too strung out and basically hung with my folks for a week when my dad had his sabbatical in DC this past winter. I drank a bit there, but my parents seemed none the wiser. Anyway, when I came back to work planning to keep my tips instead of spending them all, I did okay until I didn't one day, succumbing to temptation, and quit after that.” “When was that?” “A week ago. I've been job hunting ever since.” “Lucky for me,” she grinned and shifted around, pulling off the used condom and handing it to him carefully and he managed to toss it atop his underpants while she enveloped his penis in her mouth. He worried about her lack of experience, mostly worried about her teeth, but she proved quite capable. He nudged her to straddle his face and had to bend his back a little, supported by his arms so fingers weren't available, and mostly kept her pleasure at a quiet purr, not distracting her from her surprisingly effective endeavors. Once she'd got him hard, she bounced off the bed, found a condom and rolled it on with some study and climbed on and guided him back inside her, carefully, stroke by stroke, sending him deep. Once there, she began her ride, this time having the full effect of his entire cock, to the point she needed to bring it back to her slit when it slipped out a couple times, but seemed to get the length of him soon enough and began riding him at a medium fast clip. He watched the roll and bounce of her perky tits before stilling them with his hands, one letting go to guide her hand to her clit. From that she worked herself into a frenzy, finally shifting down and rolling atop him to achieve her orgasm. Fortunately it always took longer for Joe to cum when a woman took the cowgirl position. After, she somehow turned around while he remained inside and moved her body down, and he realized what she wanted, moving from beneath her, clutching her hips, and pulling her into him in a doggy style position. He shifted, letting go of the hips and bringing one hand to her hanging tits and the other to her clit, practically holding her up with the latter hand, and like he had before, let himself go fucking her hard and fast until he came, happily not long after she did. “Fuck Joe,” she commented softly after. “Yeah,” Joe agreed. She did the securing of the condom to his penis and they soon took the same position as they had before, her head resting on his chest. “Can I stay?” she asked quietly and shyly. “As long as you want.” “Thanks.” by maxicue for Literotica. This is the first chapter of a novel. The rest of the published chapters are found at the maxicue library of Literotica. Fate's Embrace: 6 Part Series

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