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Quaranteam-Northwest: Part 5 Lab work. Based on a post by Break The Bar. Listen to the ► Podcast at Explicit Novels.   Time went quickly, but also seemed to go nowhere at all; only three days after the final demise of the house we'd moved the RVs four times and I decided we needed to figure out something at least semi-permanent. Even a week in the same spot would be preferable to constant movement. The space where my house had stood was now full of stacks and pallets of supplies, and Vanessa had a crew of almost two dozen of her 'gorillas' working to erect what would become the first of a dozen temporary bunkhouses for the incoming construction workers. She still seemed to be the only foreman on site, so I went looking for Vanessa. I found her at the water truck, splashing some water onto the back of her neck as she took a quick break. It had turned even hotter over the week, spring slipping fully into summer, and we were all starting to boil when we were outside. I'd quickly abandoned the feeling of needing to 'dress up' for everyone and I was down to athletic shorts and one of my sleeveless workout shirts; one of the few that were still 'mine' considering both Erica and Ivy had taken to wearing them as well. Vanessa was the boss however and had to set the example for the rest of the crew, so she was still wearing the jeans, long-sleeved t-shirt and her reflective vest of a dutiful construction foreman. "Hey, got a second?" I asked. "Oh, hey Harrison," she said, looking up as she continued splashing water onto the back of her neck. "Sorry I haven't come to check with you and the girls today, we had three more loads this morning of barracks pilings I had to get sorted, and the fucking surveyors are still bitching about not knowing where the sewage lines are going to come onto the property, as if I can fucking answer that question for them or something." "When's your Dad supposed to finally get on site?" I asked. Her father was supposed to be the General Manager of the entire construction project, but so far I had yet to have seen him. "Fuck, a few days still at least," Vanessa sighed. "I'm getting tired as shit of the phone tag." "Well, sorry if this is a big ask and causes you more headaches; any chance we could project ahead a bit and figure out where we can stash the RVs and everything where we're not going to need to move them for a while? Moving everything around is annoying by itself, but I've also noticed some of your guys are spending a lot of time wandering by the RVs whenever the girls are outside." "Fucking gorillas," Vanessa grunted and grimaced. "I mean, on the one hand, I get it; they are either cooped up in the motel or here working. I'm not exactly thrilled with the situation either. But they could keep it in their fucking pants too, ya know?" "Look, if we can find a spot, the way I see it we can use the RVs and Containers to set up a yard for us that's blocked from view. Then we can have some privacy and not feel cooped up in the RVs, and your guys aren't tempted to let their eyes wander," I said. "I figure it's a win-win." Vanessa smiled and patted my arm. "Harri, as long as you keep the fucking indoors, I'll see what I can do about getting you guys some more privacy." "What do you mean?" I asked, suddenly a little worried that Erica and I might have gotten caught at the Willow tree after all, or that maybe a surveyor had wandered up near the Spring without us hearing. "Nothing, nothing," Vanessa said. "I just; you know we can see the RVs rocking a bit, right? And I don't know who it is, but someone over in your camp is a screamer. We can hear her when she really gets going. Once the guys even gave you a standing ovation." "Fuck," I coughed, shaking my head. "I'm sorry. I think it's something to do with the vaccine. I've had more sex in the last four days than I have in the last four years. Honestly, I don't even know how I'm doing it; I ain't old, but I'm not a teenager either." "Well, god bless the vaccine I guess," Vanessa smirked. "And good for you. Just do me a favor and keep it inside the RVs 'till we can get you that privacy. We don't need the entire site shutting down to listen to you fucking your girlfriends." I shook my head again with a self-deprecating smirk. "Um, deal. I hope." That made Vanessa chuckle, and we parted ways for the afternoon. The next day, she came back in the morning and explained the plan she had worked out with the Surveyors and one of the tree-clearing crews. By mid-afternoon, a new swathe of the back end of the hill was bare of trees, and a bulldozer scooped dirt into the holes left by ripped-up stumps. By the time Vanessa left that evening, two of the storage containers had been shifted around by the 'gorillas' and positioned in an L-shape for us in the new location, and Leo and I moved the RVs to form the other two sides of a square. When Vanessa came by the next morning we'd hung up some old, heavy blankets at the corners to maximize our privacy, busted out the lawn chairs and barbecue, and were on our way to turning the space into an outdoor living room. Leo and I even went so far as to rig up an old bell we'd salvaged from the barn on a wooden post with a metal knocker on a string to serve as a doorbell. Erica was the one to answer Vanessa's ring of the bell, and she swept aside the blanket curtain. "Welcome to Casa de Black," she declared. "Jesus," Vanessa said, walking into our new home base. "You guys didn't want to wait, did you?" "Why would we?" Leo asked. "We don't know how long we're going to be living like this, so might as well make the most of it." Leo had decided to make one last addition to our current set-up, and had pulled a loose slab of wood from the container holding all his tools and was carving 'Speak Friend and Enter' into it the makeshift sign with his handheld angle grinder. He'd already been talking about using his torch to burn the wood before giving it a clear lacquer coat. "What can we do for you, Vanessa?" I asked. "Need some breakfast?" "Actually?" Vanessa chewed on the inside of her cheek for a second and peeked back outside the yard. "Breakfast would be fucking great. They're feeding us at the motel, but it's been the same instant oatmeal every fucking morning." "Well, we've yet to have our egg hookup dry out on us," I said. Old Mrs. Branston lived about fifteen minutes down the highway and had been selling eggs to three generations of my family; through the pandemic and quarantine we'd set up a system where I called ahead and she dropped off two dozen eggs at the end of her driveway, and I left a ten dollar bill in her mailbox. "How do you like them? I think I'm getting pretty good at using the grill with a frying pan." We hosted Vanessa for about fifteen minutes as I fried her up some over-easy eggs and some toast to go with it, and she started devouring the first two so quickly that I put another two in the pan for her immediately. While I cooked, she shared the most recent gossip running through the construction crews. "So the latest group to come in said they got tested four times before even leaving the airport," she said around a mouthful. "They were basically flown into Portland, put in little hygienic pods inside the terminals until they'd tested negative all four times, then escorted to military transports. I guess the army is our taxi service or something, and there are members of the national guard currently standing watch at all of the motels. It's kind of fucked up and feels like a prison, honestly. We're not even supposed to mingle outside with each other, despite the fact that we all work together here all day." "Who's feeding you all?" Danielle asked. "Just the people already working out there seems like a lot." "Some catering service is making these prepackaged meals," Vanessa said. "The breakfasts are shit, and the lunches are whatever. The dinners are Okay though; microwavable, and waiting for us when we get off shift." "Have you heard anything else out there about the vaccine?" I asked. "Hmm-Hmm," Vanessa shook her head. "But I mean, I spend my time working." "I'm still not seeing much online," Leo said. "Little whispers on social media, but then it disappears before it gets going." "That's kinda fucked up," Erica said. "We know it's real. The government must be censoring the information or something. "Well, whenever it happens, I don't know what I'll do," Vanessa sighed. "I like working too much, being my own woman. I bring in more cash in a year than almost every other person I graduated high school with, I've been doing it for years, and I don't have any debts. I can't just get tied down to some guy." "You would be surprised, Vanessa," Ivy spoke up. "I am this way too, no? I left home to make my way, and I am happy doing it. But now I am happy here, and am also safe from the sickness. It is not how I saw my life going, but c'est la vie, non?" Vanessa shrugged, and we moved on to some other topics until her radio squawked and she had to run off back to her work. By lunchtime I'd already done another two quick guides into the hills for the surveyors and Leo had gotten his nerd-sign carved out and torched, and he was spray lacquering it outside the yard with a facemask and safety goggles on to cut the strong fumes. He stopped the sprayer when he saw me approaching and stepped away from the sign. "Hey, you able to help me out with hanging this tonight?" he asked me. "Of course," I said. "I gotta help you fly your nerd flag somehow." "Yeah, says the guy with the Lord of the Rings concept art cycling as his desktop screen," Leo rolled his eyes. "It's for my work," I said. "Top-notch inspiration." And then I realized I hadn't opened my laptop in days; not since I'd finished the questionnaire that had led to Erica choosing me. And Ivy for that matter. I hadn't checked emails, I hadn't reached out to contacts. Fuck, I hadn't even sent in my last work-for-hire backgrounds. "Whatever," Leo laughed and punched me in the arm. "Look, when you go in there, just know it wasn't my idea, Okay? I only helped them move the stuff." "What does that mean?" I asked. "You'll see," Leo said cryptically. I ducked through the blanket door and immediately saw what Leo was talking about. Space had been cleared in the center of our sheltered yard for three of the heavy Adirondack deck chairs, and laying in those chairs were Danielle, Erica and Ivy. Each of them was wearing a bikini and were glistening with sunscreen and sweat from the sun as they tanned. They had a Bluetooth speaker playing songs from their phones; I suspected Erica was trying to convince the younger two women of the virtues of mid-2000s pop punk. "Oh, good," Erica said, grinning as she saw me coming into the yard. She lifted her glass. "Um, excuse me, waiter? We could use a top-up, please." I snorted and shook my head, walking over. All three of the women were in two-piece swimsuits, though I suspected Danielle and Ivy's were possibly part of their stripping gear rather than actual bikinis. Both of their suits were more string than fabric and left little to the imagination. Erica's was a bit more conservative, though really not by that much because of her swathe of cleavage. "What are we drinking today, ladies?" I asked. "I made up a pitcher of sangria," Erica said. "It's in the fridge in our place. You would be the absolute love of my life if you were to go get it for us, please?" "I thought I already was the love of your life?" I asked with a smile. "You are," Erica smiled back. "But this will get you to the front of the line for my next life, too. How about that?" "Does that go for all of you?" I asked. "Absolutely," Ivy grinned. "I think I could definitely do worse," Danielle grinned. "But I think Leo might have something to say about that." "Harri can take my brother," Erica chuckled. "Don't worry, Danni. Just sell your future soul to Harri, what's the worst that could happen?" "Fine. My future love life for a refill of sangria," Danielle giggled. I fetched the pitcher and poured for the three women, unable to wipe the grin from my lips as I watched and listened to them bantering back and forth happily. By mid-afternoon, the tanning was over and after a quick fuck in the RV Erica and I were lounging in the Adirondacks, each of us with a sketchbook in hand. "What are you working on?" I asked. "I know you've been as frustrated as I have over the last month." "A tattoo design for Ivy," Erica said, her brow creased as she tapped her pencil against her lips thoughtfully. "Now that I have a future canvas, I feel like I can concentrate again. Plus the sex helps a lot." You laughed and nodded. "Got your creative juices flowing, huh?" "Got all my juices flowing, baby," she grinned at me. "What about you? I've got Ivy, and Danielle wants me to design something for her now, too. What's got you drawing again?" I smiled a little and shrugged. "Just figured out my muse," I said. "And what's that?" she asked. "Come on, don't be shy." I turned my sketchbook around so that Erica could see the portrait I had been sketching of her. She looked at it and blushed, biting her lower lip. "Just the most beautiful thing in the world," I told her. "You know," Erica said. "It kinda looks like you're drawing me naked." "That's cause I'm drawing you from the shoulders up," I said. "Yeah, but would you?" she asked. "Would I what? Draw you naked?" "Or Ivy?" "Are you asking me to draw you like one of my French girls?" I asked. Erica barked out a laugh at the reference and threw her pencil at me. "Yes, maybe I am," she said. "Now give me back my pencil." "You threw it at me," I said, fetching it off the ground. "Come and get it." We ended up in each other's arms and making out, me halfway to taking her back into the RV for round two, when someone rang the doorbell. "Who is it?" I shouted over the wall. "It's me," Vanessa called and ducked through the blanket door without waiting for a response. "Sorry, but we've got a problem," she said. "I think I'm going to need you down at the road again." "Fuck," I said. "Is it Kara?" "It's a lot more than that bitch," Vanessa said. I changed and this time Vanessa drove us both down in her company-branded pickup truck. Erica, having already staked her claim on me in front of Kara in her eyes, decided to hang back and let Ivy finish what I'd started. I was sure sending me away with that picture in my mind was done on purpose. As we were nearing the bottom of the driveway, I could hear the noise of the protest through the closed windows and over the engine of the truck. "Fuck me," I said. "Yeah," Vanessa nodded. The end of the driveway was packed with people, shoulder to shoulder, blocking traffic. They were three rows deep and singing a protest chant. Every single one of them was dressed in bright colors, showing their allegiance to the Band and proudly shouting for all they were worth. Opposing them, about ten feet up the drive, was a slim, single row of burly construction workers just watching the protest happen. "Those guys really can't let themselves get baited," I said. "If something happens, it doesn't matter who said what or what can hold up in court. There'll be big, scary motherfuckers showing up wanting to do some damage and I don't think your boys are ready for that." "I know, I already told them," Vanessa said. "But I'll tell them again. You'd be surprised how much threatening someone's big, fat bonus checks can keep them calm and focused." We got out of the truck and I walked down to the line of workers, rubbing at the stubble on my chin as I considered the protestors. There were easily fifty of them blocking the driveway, and there was already a backup of two flatbed trucks on the highway, plus a half dozen cars that looked more like they just wanted to get by rather than come in. Another thirty or so protestors were strung out on either side of the highway in both directions, holding up signs and doing the organizational things to keep the protestors going. "Pretty good turnout," I said offhandedly. "A lot bigger than last time." "When was the last time?" Vanessa asked. "Five years ago," I said. "Kara tried to sue for an injunction on my father's Will, and about a dozen protestors showed up to the courthouse the day she got shot down." "Any chance they'll get tired and go home?" Vanessa asked. I scanned the crowd and the vehicles parked up and down the highway. I already knew there were about thirty military-age males in the protest, and I could see people opening the backs of vans where I spotted supply caches of water and food. I could also see the determination on the faces of the crowd, and hear the declarations of a couple of different women holding loudspeakers. The rhetoric, and emotions, were ramped up more than usual. The anti-government hate was high, and now that they knew they weren't fighting Me but rather the Government it seemed to steel their resolve. "Not a shot," I said. I stepped forward and the shouting got louder. Likely every single person in that crowd knew who I was, while I had no idea who most of them were. But with every step I took, they shouted louder. Finally, halfway between the lines, they seemed to be at a fever pitch and I just stopped and waited. They kept going for a good five minutes before Kara pushed her way through and walked up to me, masked behind those bandanas again. "I told you this would happen," Kara said over the shouting and chanting. "You didn't think I could do it, but look at us. Look at us, Harrison! We will not let this happen to our land." "Kara," I said loudly. "How do you think this ends?" "Only one way," Kara shouted. "The Feds surrender to our rightful claim, and stop their colonization efforts, and we take back what's ours." "This is dangerous, Kara," I said, gesturing at the crowd. "What?" she shouted back. "I said this is dangerous, Kara," I shouted. "Every person here is in danger." "Are you threatening us?" Kara shouted, playing it up for the crowd behind her. "Going to kill us, like your family has done for generations?" "Jesus fuck," I said, shaking my head. "Kara, this doesn't end the way you think it does. I'm going to pray for you, honest to God." Kara just held up her middle finger at me, pointed her other at Vanessa behind me, and turned and walked away to the cheers of her people. I shrugged and went back to Vanessa. "Yeah, they aren't leaving," I said. "I already called my Dad," Vanessa said. "He's coming down and will want to meet with you." "Sure," I nodded. "If they let him through." About thirty minutes later the protesters were still going strong, and another three flatbeds with either supplies or heavy machinery were backed up on the highway, along with dozens of cars. Vanessa was doing as much as she could to keep her workers at least a dozen yards away from the crowd of protestors; the last thing she wanted was for them to need to get quarantined waiting on a half dozen new tests. Or worse, actually catch something. I did my best to help her juggle phones, calling various General Foremen to get incoming trucks rerouted to staging areas and to keep those that were stuck in the traffic in their cabs or else they couldn't enter the site. Eventually she got a call, spoke quickly and then hung up. "Harri, this might be a big ask, but could you do me a favor?" she asked. "The government paid me a lot of money for my land and doing favors," I said. "But you've gone out of your way plenty for me and Leo and the girls. Favors come free to you, Vee." She rolled her eyes. "Who told you my brothers call me that?" "No one, just felt natural," I chuckled. "I call Erica 'E' sometimes, and I'm sure I'll end up calling Ivy 'I've' at some point." "Alright, well, 'H,'" she said. "My dad is parked down at the edge of the property on the highway and doesn't want to get too close to the traffic. Could you hike out to him and bring him back?" "Sure," I said. I looked up at the sun and then out at the woods. "Um, from here... it's probably faster if I grab an ATV. Would he be squeamish about riding double with me?" Vanessa snorted. "He probably wouldn't be, but he's also got a gut the size of your ATVs so it would be a tight fit." "Alright, guess we're hiking. I can rough it and reach him in about twenty minutes," I said. "I'll take a smoother way back for him, so we'll get here in under an hour." "Got it, I'll let him know you're on your way. Thanks," she said, patting my arm. "Try to take it easy on him, he growls like a bear but he's still my Dad." "Hey, he's the big man in charge. Gotta keep him happy or else I'll find myself with the worst workers for my house, right?" "Very true," she laughed. I started hiking back up the driveway a little ways, and then diverted into the woods, hoping that the protestors would miss that I was skirting away from them. I was very glad I had changed from my lounging around clothes; rough jeans and my hiking boots were a lot sturdier in the rocky bush than athletic shorts and sandals. The raucousness of the protestors was quickly muffled by the forest to a dull roar, and it felt good to get away from them. It was weird. After spending months in isolation with Leo and Erica, we'd been getting used to so many people around again with the workers and adding Ivy and Danielle to our weird little family dynamic. But a crowd like that, all packed together? That was exactly what the quarantine orders were warning against. "Harrison!" My name cut through the muffle of the trees and shrubs, and I turned and saw Kara quickly jogging through the woods to catch up with me. "Kara, what the fuck are you doing? You're trespassing," I said. "So throw me off your land," Kara said, coming to a stop about ten feet from me and putting her hands on her hips. "Oh wait, that's right, it's not your land anymore." I rolled my eyes. "You can take off the bandanas if you want. We're fine this far apart." She did so, pulling them down to hang around her neck. Kara was still as beautiful as the day we'd broken up, though she'd grown up a lot. Where I was such a mix that it was hard to tell I had any Native American in my bloodstream, she had that classic warm skin tone and thick black hair. She'd been taking care of herself well, fit and a little thinner than Erica was, but with a similar strong jawline to my girlfriend. Her lips were as full as I remembered though, and I could almost feel her kissing me again like all those years ago behind the corner of the biology classroom in high school, or laying out in the back of my old beater pickup under the stars. "What's going on, Harri?" she asked me. "I thought we'd at least hit a status quo or something." "Oh, the one where you file a lawsuit against me every couple of years, and the judge shuts you down, but I keep having to rack up legal fees?" "No," she said. "Well, sort of. I thought we were keeping things above board. No games, no gimmicks. Not getting historical." I grimaced. "Well, we did," I said. "So what the fuck?" she said, throwing her arms wide. "What the fuck is all of this?" "Kara, think about it for one fucking second without your prejudice. Imagine I'm not just doing this as a 'Fuck You' from my family tree to the Band," I said. "A week ago I wouldn't have thought any of this would be happening. A week ago I was happily living my life and would have stayed that way straight through the end of the world if I had to. Do you seriously think I've done this on some whim?" "Why, then? What are they doing? What are they offering you?" she demanded. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you," I said. "And even if you did, I think you're too far into this already to walk it back with your people." "Try me," she said. "If you ever cared about me,” "Stop," I interrupted her. "You've used that line twice on me before, Kara. You used it when you broke up with me, and you used it again right after my father died. That line didn't work when I was at some of the lowest points in my life; do you seriously think I'll respond well to that here?" She grimaced, and I saw the realization in her eyes that I was right. That she had used that line before, and it had been pretty fucked up for her to do that. "I'm sorry," she said, and only partially through gritted teeth. "I shouldn't have done that." "Thank you," I said. My heart was pounding in my chest and I felt like I was in combat, just having this verbal sparring contest with her. I fucking hated her, but I also still knew she was the first girl I'd ever loved. The one that had broken my heart. The one that 'got away.' "Just explain it to me," Kara said, trying to be more even about it. "Please." I took a moment to breathe deeply. I wasn't barred from telling her anything. I'd tried to warn her when she'd shown up at the driveway before, but the thought of all those protestors at risk for the virus pushed me over the edge of trying to warn her again. "Kara, the government gave me the choice of accepting a huge payout for the land, or them kicking me out and taking it by eminent domain. Either way, they were going to take it and take it fast. I could either ride it, or die fighting it." "So what are they doing with it?" she asked. "Building homes," I said. "A whole gated community, it sounds like. Part of my payout was housing for myself, Leo and Valerie." "What the fuck? Why do they want a gated community way out here?" she asked. "Worst-case scenario shit," I said. "You mean the pandemic?" she asked. "Are you for fucking serious?" "Serious enough that my house got bulldozed a couple days ago," I said. "Gone. Like it was never even there." "This can't be real," Kara said. "This is absurd." "I told you that you wouldn't believe me," I said. "Well, if you were too much of a cunt to stop them, we will," Kara said, steeling herself again. "We'll have the local news down here by tomorrow, and if the Feds show up we'll have national news coverage by the end of the week." I had to try one more time. "Kara, this doesn't end the way you want it to. You're a dreamer, and I loved that about you when we were teens, but you know the real world doesn't just work like that." Kara narrowed her eyes. "Where are you going right now?" "What does that matter?" I asked. "Because I just followed you out into the woods after your little construction girlfriend was talking to you," she said. "She's not my girlfriend," I rolled my eyes. "Tell her that. She's flirting with you hard enough," Kara said. "I can see her doing it." "Even if she was, what does that have to do with you?" I asked. I knew I'd landed a blow because she got angry again. "Nothing," she said. "But I still want to know what you're doing." "I don't have to tell you that, Kara," I said. "I don't answer to you, I don't owe you anything, and I don't worship the ground you walk on. All I've got to say now is that you should go send all those people home, and hope that you haven't organized some super-spreader event here. For all the shit you've given me and my family, I don't want to see them all dead. I don't want to see you dead." Kara raised her bandanas again. "We're fighting the good fight. We're on the right side of this, Harrison. You're not." She turned and started walking back towards the road. "Fuck me," I sighed, shaking my head. That woman could still push my buttons almost fifteen years later. I pressed through the forest, making for the edge of the property and then diverting towards the road. When I reached it, I found a white and brown heavy pickup identical to Vanessa's idling on the gravel shoulder. The big guy in the driver's seat rolled down his window a crack. "What's up?" "I'm Harrison Black," I said. Another guy got out of the passenger seat and came around, slapping the hood. "Head on back to the motel," he said to the man in the truck. "I'll catch a ride back with my daughter." The guy in the truck nodded and waited for us both to back away before pulling a U-Turn and taking off down the highway. "So, you're the land guy, eh?" the man said, turning and offering me his hand. He was exactly as Vanessa had described; portly to the point of obese, with a gruff exterior that spoke of years handling his business in a rough industry and getting shit done. "I am," I said, taking his hand and shaking it firmly. "Your daughter has been fantastic to work with. Helpful and on task, and she keeps her guys in line." "I have no doubt," he said. "She grew up bossing her older brothers around and got the best of her mother and me. I'm Brent Peters, by the way. I'm sure we'll be speaking every once in a while through this project." "Good to meet you, sir," I said. "And I'm sure we will." I led Brent into the brush and got us through the roughest part until I could get us to one of the more used trails. It got a lot easier for him there, and once he had a chance to catch his breath he seemed to actually enjoy the chance to stretch his legs. He didn't know, or at least wasn't forthcoming, with any more information than Vanessa had been able to give about what was going on, but he did enjoy hearing about the sordid history of the land, my family and the Band. It took a little longer than I'd thought it would to get back to the driveway, Brent needing a couple of breaks, but we made it eventually. Vanessa grinned when she saw her father in a way that made me think she was going to run to him and hug him, but she never made the move. I had to assume that was a hard-trained response from her years working with the man; hugging your pops on a job site would probably lead to taking a lot of shit from your coworkers. Brent quickly got updated on the last hour of developments from Vanessa, and I saw his managerial side take over. Soon the line of construction workers were twenty yards back from the protestors, and he was stride-waddling forward with a medical mask stretched over his face. Kara met him halfway, and whatever they said seemed to go about as well as the talks I'd had with her myself. Again, she ended it by showing off for the protestors by giving him the double-birds. "Well, that went well," Brent sighed as he came back. "You were right, Harrison. They're stuck in. Wouldn't even help us get those trucks room to move or get out of the way of traffic." "She feels like she's got leverage," I guessed. "And they haven't had that on us for years now." "Well, I've officially done what I can," Brent said. "Time to do what every good GM does when shit like this happens." He took out his phone and started walking up the driveway away from Vanessa and me. "What's that?" I asked. "Call the client and tell them to un-fuck the situation," Vanessa smirked. The rest of the afternoon and evening was a long fucking day. There was no good way to get the workers on site off of it, and no good way to get new ones on, so Leo and I ended up walking several groups through the trails to get to the road in places out of sight of the protestors. And since the big crew vans were parked on site, Brent ended up getting access to school buses to come and pick up his guys. The second to last bus dropped off a dozen men who would take over watching the driveway and the protestors overnight; we'd already seen them breaking out tents and lanterns to hold their vigil; and the last bus out had Brent and Vanessa on board. "Client will be by in the morning," Brent said, and winked at me. "Don't you worry, bucko. You hold down the home front tonight, and the cavalry will be here in no time." "You got it," I said. "But whoever is coming, I suggest you make sure they know to take this seriously. The Band is riled up, and now they smell blood in the water. This isn't going away easily." "I'll pass that on to the Lieutenant Colonel," Brent nodded. He shook my hand again and stepped onto the bus. "See you tomorrow, H," Vanessa grinned at me. "Not if I see you first, Vee," I chuckled. She stepped up into the bus and I heard her voice raise immediately. "Alright, you Gorillas. Grab your fuckin' seats and stay there. I swear to Christ if one of you pisses me off, I'll confiscate your fuckin' dinner, got it?" I laughed, and could see the construction workers grinning in their seats as the bus did a three-point turn and pulled away. The sun was getting low when I finally hiked out of the bush and back into view of our little compound. Erica was waiting for me with a smile and a plate of stir fry. "What's the word, Harri?" "They're still down there," I said. "There are some workers keeping an eye on the driveway. Could you throw on a big pot of coffee for me and dig one of the thermoses out of storage?" "Harri, if they've got some of their workers down there, it's not your job to supervise. I'm sure Vanessa and her Dad left someone in charge." "They did," I said. "And I'm not going down there. I'm staying up here." I shoveled the stir fry down, relishing in the spicy kick Erica liked to cook with. Inside our little compound I gave Ivy a kiss, apologizing that I wouldn't be seeing her in bed for the night. Then I went to the storage container closest to my RV. The one with my gun safe. "What's the word?" Leo asked me when he found me. I had a lantern flashlight on and was loading rounds into my father's Model 700. "Jesus, Harri. What the fuck?" I doubted he was commenting on me loading the Remington hunting rifle. We'd used it plenty when we were hunting during deer season; it was a solid, reliable tool. No, I knew he was reacting to the other firearms I had out. My M9 was already holstered on my hip, a copy of my service sidearm that had served me so well through my tour and as an MP, and my DDM4V1 was laid out, waiting for me to do a quick check it was still in good order. "Just taking precautions," I said. I was already trying to get into the right mindset. "What does that even mean? What are you doing?" "There's about a hundred protesters down there, last I counted. More keep arriving," I told Leo, loading the last round into the 700 and checking the safety before setting it down. I fished a handful more.308's out of the ammo box in the safe and fed them into the bandolier shoulder strap for the hunting rifle. "Problem is, they're pissed off. Not just about the construction, but at all the other shit going on right now. And pissed-off people do dumb shit." "So what, you're going to go all Alamo on us?" Leo asked. "For real, Harri. Nothing's going to happen. They're down there, we're up here." "Leo," I said. "I'm not asking you to do anything you don't want to. The Bear shotgun is in my RV. Do me a favor and keep it handy tonight. If I miss something, I'd rather you have it than not." "Harri,” "Dude, just stop," I said. I'd finished with the.308s and started taking apart the DDM4V1 and giving it a quick clean. It was a budget purchase that I'd made prioritizing reliability over flashy shit, and the 'scary one' in my collection when it came to civilians. Erica hadn't even liked the idea of me owning it when we gave her the tour of my firearms and taught her the safety protocols for them. Leo had only ever fired it once. Both of the siblings had said the same thing; 'If you have the rifles and shotguns and the handgun, why do you need a machine gun?' This sort of thing was why I needed it. And it wasn't a 'machine gun.' "I'm not planning, or hoping, to kill someone tonight. If I have to use the DDM4 or my sidearm, something has gotten really fucked," I said. "But I'm also not taking any chances. Sometime tonight, there's going to be people sneaking up into the construction yard to cause mischief, and they aren't going to know the difference between the construction yard and where we're living. Maybe they hear us and they stay clear, or maybe they don't. I'm not taking that chance." Leo watched me cleaning my rifle, and glanced out at the darkening sky, and then back to me. "What should I do?" he asked. A wave of relief washed over me; it had been years since I'd served, and every instinct I had was telling me to do what I was doing, but that civilian part of my brain was second-guessing everything. Leo agreeing told me I was being logical, even if he didn't like it or I turned out to be wrong. "Just be with the girls tonight," I said. "I can handle the yard, you stay with them. Think of it like a shitty tower defense game. If I do my job, you'll never have to do anything." He nodded and left me to my work. Surprisingly, it was Danielle who came to see me next. "What can I do to help?" she asked. Her Australian accent was sounding stronger, the California valley girl part of it dropping with her serious demeanor. "Nothing, I've got it," I said. She'd caught me as I was strapping on my ghillie suit; another item that Leo and Erica had found silly to own considering we didn't need it for hunting deer. It had honestly been more of a gag item in my collection than anything until tonight. "Harrison, I'll remind you that my Dad was military, yeah?" she said. "I grew up outside the city. I know how to work a firearm." I took a breath and looked at her. Even at night, by the light of a lantern, she looked like an elven beauty despite the cutoff denim shorts and zippered knit sweater. "Can you handle a handgun?" I asked. "I've shot the head of an Eastern Brown from ten paces away when it was threatening to bite my dog," she said. "I assume that's a snake?" "A fucking poisonous one," Danielle said. "Alright," I nodded. "Under the passenger seat of my truck is a gun case with my pop's old 1911 and a couple of magazines. Hang on to it for tonight. Try not to freak out Erica or Ivy, and if you hear shots tonight don't let Leo come looking for me, let alone Erica and Ivy. If they leave the RVs it'll just make things worse." "Okay," she said with a serious nod, then stepped towards me, hugged me and gave me a kiss on the cheek. "Thanks." "For what?" I asked as she stepped back. "For being the man I figured you were," she said. "Leo's all mine and I'm happy with that, but like I told you; you remind me of all the good parts of my Dad. I'm glad I have Leo and you around." She left to fetch the pistol, and I finished strapping on the ghillie suit and slung my two rifles over my shoulders and closed the gun safe. When I was finished slamming the storage container closed, I turned around to find Ivy and Erica both looking at me with their arms crossed. "Both of you, huh?" I asked. "Yes, both of us," Erica said. "United front," Ivy said. "Look,” "Shut up, Harrison," Erica said, and then they were both hugging me while being careful around the firearms. "Just be careful." "Extra careful," Ivy said, burying her face into the strings of the ghillie suit in my chest and then immediately pulling back with a wince. "Ugh, this smells terrible." "Yeah, well it's not exactly the sort of thing you clean very often," I shrugged. "Whatever," Erica said and kissed me. Ivy kissed me as well, looking at me with those big eyes of hers with concern. "So you're not going to try and convince me this isn't necessary?" I asked. "Wouldn't do anything except lead to a fight we couldn't win," Erica said. "You're too stubborn not to do it." "And too brave," Ivy added. "That too," Erica smiled sadly. Then she handed me the big thermos of coffee. "Come back to us in one piece." "I will," I said. "Don't worry. But if you two hear anything tonight, if there's any gunfire, don't come looking for me. Just stay in the RVs and hunker down from the windows. If you come looking for me, you'll add more danger and not take it away, alright?" They both agreed, though I could tell Erica didn't like it. I could only imagine her sprinting across the construction yard, bullets flying everywhere, screaming my name as she worried I'd been shot. Hell, she'd probably pick me up and carry me to safety if it were true, but she'd also likely never get to me in the first place if things were that bad. I kissed them both again, then stalked off into the night. I ended up settling into a nook on the side of the hill to the south of the construction yard, with a clear view of about two-thirds of the yard and most importantly the RV compound. I unslung my rifles and carefully positioned myself in a comfortable prone position I was going to be able to manage for a long time. I'd never gone through Sniper training, but I'd picked up enough from my Bootcamp, talking with other soldiers and from movies to know a thing or two; not to mention years of hunting. So I cracked the thermos and took a sip of the hot, strong coffee, and started my watch. I saw them moving through the trees at around 02:30 in the morning down on the east side of the yard near the driveway. They must have skirted around the construction worker picket line and followed the driveway up, but they were still in the shadows so I couldn't tell how many there were, or what they were carrying. The only reason I spotted them early at all was because someone was flicking a flashlight up occasionally. I had the 700 cradled in my arms, and I slowly rolled into position but didn't sight down the scope yet. I didn't have any night vision gear, and while the simple Leopold scope easily gave me the range to tag anything moving down there, I wouldn't know what I was hitting. They stopped at the edge of the tree line, and I could only imagine the nerves they were feeling looking out over the open area. There were seven portables set up holding various offices now, and half a dozen big crew vans that had been left behind for the night along with some of the company pickup trucks. The pilings and supplies to erect the bigger barracks were also looming in the big, open space. "Just take a look and leave," I muttered quietly to myself, willing whoever was down there to not make this worse than it could be. Five minutes went by before a figure began to creep out of the tree line, crossing the rise of the hill and slipping towards the yard. From the distance I was at, I couldn't see them clearly enough other than to tell they were probably wearing a backpack; not a big deal in and of itself, but my training was screaming at me. 'Anything' meant anything. That backpack could hold weapons, or communications equipment, or even an I E D. I sighted in on the figure. It was a man, military age but young. I couldn't see much of his face between the black bandana over his nose and mouth and a ball cap backwards on his head. My finger tightened just a fraction on the trigger when I saw the flash of metal in his hand, but my hesitation saved his life; he was carrying a can of spray paint. He reached what he thought was the shelter of the first building; and it was shelter if he thought a guard was patrolling inside the yard. But I wasn't inside the yard, and instead I was looking at him dead on along the length of the building as he took off his backpack and then turned, motioning back towards the tree line. A half dozen more figures began quickly creeping across the hillside. I had a choice; if that backpack was full of spray-paint and that was all they were there to do, it would be annoying vandalism at worst as long

Hot outdoor sex with two German girls.By VancouverFun. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. In the last few years, I have started to do short solo backpacking trips around Vancouver. There are so many great spots in the local mountains to hike and camp and recharge.I had always wanted to hike to Rampart Ponds - it's a new backcountry campsite a couple of days walk from the nearest trailhead. Finally in September, I got a nice window of warm fall weather and packed up and headed out to the park. The first day is pretty easy with a short hike into the Elfin Lakes campsites. I got there early in the heat of mid-day and even had time for a very cold dip in one of the Elfin lakes. I lazed away the afternoon in the sun reading my book and taking in the views. I had an early dinner and with the short days of September, I was in my sleeping bag by 8 pm. A few hours later, I was awoken by lots of noise and commotion from a late arriving group. It sounded like they were having trouble setting up their tent in the dark - there was much muttering in German but also some laughing.The next morning I was up early for the walk up to Rampart Ponds. I only met the late arrivals for a few minutes before I headed up the trail. They were 2 young very gorgeous German girls backpacking around Canada for the summer. When I talked with them, I found out that they too were headed to Rampart Ponds today. I set off alone. I made good progress hiking and it looked like I would get to the Ponds just in the early afternoon. I decided to have a long lunch and a bit of a siesta in the warm fall sun lying on a warm flat rock outcrop. I was awoken by the sound of the two girls approaching and talking. As they rounded the corner, I said "hello" and unfortunately startled them a bit.They took their packs off and sat on the rock outcrop with me. They got out their lunches and started eating. They confessed they had been on high alert and were very worried about Canadian bears after hearing one too many bear stories. I tried to reassure them that with some smarts about how you hike and set camp you can make it so bears aren't much of a problem - they were not buying this, they still looked concerned.After a while, I shouldered my pack and set off down the trail calling back, "I will see you at the campsite". It was turning into a hot afternoon as I huffed my way up the final hill to the Ponds. I was setting up my tent, when the girls came around the corner. They asked if they could set their tent up near mine to feel safer. I told them I was fine with that.In a very unembarrassed European way, they dropped their packs, peeled off their clothes and headed straight into the cold alpine lake. It was amazing to see these two very lilith blonde girls with stunning bodies and beautiful pert breasts heading into the lake. Probably to not offend my North American sensibilities they left their bra and panties on. There was much screaming and quick splashing before they quickly re-emerged from the ice cold lake. Their bra and panties were now soaked and transparently stuck to their beautiful lilith bodies. The water must have been very cold as their nipples stuck proudly out through their bras. They sat in their bra and panties in the sun drying off for the next few hours.We cooked dinner together a long ways away from our tents and then we all put our food and cooking gear in the bear lockers. With the short September day's, I headed to my tent soon after the sun went down and the temperature started to drop. I heard the girls head to bed a few minutes later.I was awoken sometime later by someone frantically pulling at my tent door. It was the girls, they were frantic as a bear had come into camp and the bear found a forgotten chocolate bar in the top of one of their packs. The trouble was the pack was in their tent with them at the time. Luckily they exited the tent on one side (the door side) as the bear entered through the other side (not the door side). I guessed the bear was probably long gone with its booty by now. I got up, grabbed my air horn and bear spray, and my headlamp. The first thing I noticed was the girls were just in their panties. They looked a bit embarrassed and told me they normally sleep in the nude but out here slept in their panties. I refocused on the task at hand, first determining that the bear wasn't in camp anymore and then began to survey the damage to their stuff. The bear had totally wrecked their tent - slashing one whole side of their tent and then chewed and slobbered on their clothes and packs, chewed on one of their sleeping bags, and chewed a hole in one of their sleeping pads.I suggested the best we could probably was squeeze into my tent till the morning. They grabbed their remaining sleeping bag and working sleeping pad and came over to my tent. My tent is affectionately called a coffin tent. It is very small and very light and with some effort you can normally cram two people in the tent. Three was going to be interesting.We arranged the remaining sleeping pads and opened up both sleeping bags to put over us. The best arrangement we could come up with to fit was tightly spooning each other. They were still pretty shaken and wanted to be either side of me. We tried to settle in but there was constant movement trying to find somewhere to put your arms and hands.The girls said something to each other in German.Petra was behind me. I could feel her pert little breasts and nipples drilling into my back. With nowhere else to put my hand, I reached over and put my hand on Ingrid's bare stomach.There was another exchange in German.Ingrid grabbed my hand and moved it up to her breasts and pushed her beautiful ass back against my now growing hard-on. Petra could see Ingrid grind her ass against my crotch and reached over and started to massage my stiffening cock through my pants. I was so enjoying all of this, massaging Ingrid's breasts and playing with her nipples while Petra rubbed my cock.This went on for a few wonderful minutes with me massaging Ingrid's breast and Petra massaging my cock through my pants.Finally, Ingrid rolled to face me and asked me to kiss her. We started kissing softly but quickly were kissing each other more deeply. Petra pushed her hand down the front of my pants and grabbed onto my cock and started to jerk on it. Then Petra asked for a kiss, so I rolled towards her and I got to see those beautiful pert breasts for the first time, what a sight - tiny milky white breasts with small dark areolas around beautiful erect eraser-like nipples. We kissed deeply and I began to stroke her breasts and play with her nipples. Ingrid was squirming behind me and somehow had gotten her panties off. She pulled at my pants and got them down to my knees and pulled me onto my back and immediately engulfed my cock with her mouth. Petra broke away from our kiss and moved down and joined Ingrid's sucking my cock - it was magical.Ingrid then climbed up and put her leg over my head and lowered her beautiful - oh so wet - cleanly shaven pussy right onto my face. I nibbled her pussy lips and got to work on her clit. She was quickly grinding away on my face. Petra was still sucking my cock and playing with my balls. Petra stopped and like a good contortionist got her panties off and climbed onto me and lowered her hot pussy onto my waiting throbbing cock. Ingrid was grinding away on my face and very willing tongue while Petra was picking up speed and pounding up and down on my cock. Ingrid started to really squirm and then shuddered into an orgasm, once she recovered a bit she asked Petra if she could fuck me.With lots of awkward moving around in the cramped space of the tent. Finally, I got Ingrid on all fours and entered her from behind. Doggy is my favorite position. There is something so animalistic about it. It even got better when Petra crawled underneath and started licking my balls as I pounded in and out of Ingrid.They had another exchange in German.They asked me to lay on my back and both of them started to suck my cock alternating whose mouth it was in and who was licking my balls. I wasn't going to last long. I announced I was going to cum and they both leaned in and thick ropes of cum erupted across Petra's face and onto her out-stretched tongue and into her waiting mouth. She leaned over and Ingrid licked the cum from her face and then they shared a long deep cum filled kiss - so hot. The three of us felt very spent and quickly got more comfortable and fell asleep.In the morning, once the sun had warmed up the tent we all emerged and cooked breakfast. Later, I came up from washing the dishes in the lake and Ingrid and Petra were again chattering away in German and looking over and smiling at me. They then came over and both began kissing me and started pulling at the drawstring of my pants. Once my pants were around my ankles, Petra kept kissing me and Ingrid dropped to her knees and gave me a long slow sloppy blowjob. After a few minutes of Ingrid's wonderful oral pleasure, I came on Ingrid's face and tongue and into her waiting mouth. Then she leaned up and gave Petra a long beautiful cum filled kiss.They then packed up their remaining gear as they wanted to leave soon so they could get back to the trailhead in one day. A short while later, they shouldered their packs, gave me a quick kiss goodbye, and were gone.I was going to spend another, probably less memorable, night before hiking out.This is why I think backpacking is awesome.By VancouverFun for Literotica  

Hot outdoor sex with two German girls.By VancouverFun. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. In the last few years, I have started to do short solo backpacking trips around Vancouver. There are so many great spots in the local mountains to hike and camp and recharge.I had always wanted to hike to Rampart Ponds - it's a new backcountry campsite a couple of days walk from the nearest trailhead. Finally in September, I got a nice window of warm fall weather and packed up and headed out to the park. The first day is pretty easy with a short hike into the Elfin Lakes campsites. I got there early in the heat of mid-day and even had time for a very cold dip in one of the Elfin lakes. I lazed away the afternoon in the sun reading my book and taking in the views. I had an early dinner and with the short days of September, I was in my sleeping bag by 8 pm. A few hours later, I was awoken by lots of noise and commotion from a late arriving group. It sounded like they were having trouble setting up their tent in the dark - there was much muttering in German but also some laughing.The next morning I was up early for the walk up to Rampart Ponds. I only met the late arrivals for a few minutes before I headed up the trail. They were 2 young very gorgeous German girls backpacking around Canada for the summer. When I talked with them, I found out that they too were headed to Rampart Ponds today. I set off alone. I made good progress hiking and it looked like I would get to the Ponds just in the early afternoon. I decided to have a long lunch and a bit of a siesta in the warm fall sun lying on a warm flat rock outcrop. I was awoken by the sound of the two girls approaching and talking. As they rounded the corner, I said "hello" and unfortunately startled them a bit.They took their packs off and sat on the rock outcrop with me. They got out their lunches and started eating. They confessed they had been on high alert and were very worried about Canadian bears after hearing one too many bear stories. I tried to reassure them that with some smarts about how you hike and set camp you can make it so bears aren't much of a problem - they were not buying this, they still looked concerned.After a while, I shouldered my pack and set off down the trail calling back, "I will see you at the campsite". It was turning into a hot afternoon as I huffed my way up the final hill to the Ponds. I was setting up my tent, when the girls came around the corner. They asked if they could set their tent up near mine to feel safer. I told them I was fine with that.In a very unembarrassed European way, they dropped their packs, peeled off their clothes and headed straight into the cold alpine lake. It was amazing to see these two very lilith blonde girls with stunning bodies and beautiful pert breasts heading into the lake. Probably to not offend my North American sensibilities they left their bra and panties on. There was much screaming and quick splashing before they quickly re-emerged from the ice cold lake. Their bra and panties were now soaked and transparently stuck to their beautiful lilith bodies. The water must have been very cold as their nipples stuck proudly out through their bras. They sat in their bra and panties in the sun drying off for the next few hours.We cooked dinner together a long ways away from our tents and then we all put our food and cooking gear in the bear lockers. With the short September day's, I headed to my tent soon after the sun went down and the temperature started to drop. I heard the girls head to bed a few minutes later.I was awoken sometime later by someone frantically pulling at my tent door. It was the girls, they were frantic as a bear had come into camp and the bear found a forgotten chocolate bar in the top of one of their packs. The trouble was the pack was in their tent with them at the time. Luckily they exited the tent on one side (the door side) as the bear entered through the other side (not the door side). I guessed the bear was probably long gone with its booty by now. I got up, grabbed my air horn and bear spray, and my headlamp. The first thing I noticed was the girls were just in their panties. They looked a bit embarrassed and told me they normally sleep in the nude but out here slept in their panties. I refocused on the task at hand, first determining that the bear wasn't in camp anymore and then began to survey the damage to their stuff. The bear had totally wrecked their tent - slashing one whole side of their tent and then chewed and slobbered on their clothes and packs, chewed on one of their sleeping bags, and chewed a hole in one of their sleeping pads.I suggested the best we could probably was squeeze into my tent till the morning. They grabbed their remaining sleeping bag and working sleeping pad and came over to my tent. My tent is affectionately called a coffin tent. It is very small and very light and with some effort you can normally cram two people in the tent. Three was going to be interesting.We arranged the remaining sleeping pads and opened up both sleeping bags to put over us. The best arrangement we could come up with to fit was tightly spooning each other. They were still pretty shaken and wanted to be either side of me. We tried to settle in but there was constant movement trying to find somewhere to put your arms and hands.The girls said something to each other in German.Petra was behind me. I could feel her pert little breasts and nipples drilling into my back. With nowhere else to put my hand, I reached over and put my hand on Ingrid's bare stomach.There was another exchange in German.Ingrid grabbed my hand and moved it up to her breasts and pushed her beautiful ass back against my now growing hard-on. Petra could see Ingrid grind her ass against my crotch and reached over and started to massage my stiffening cock through my pants. I was so enjoying all of this, massaging Ingrid's breasts and playing with her nipples while Petra rubbed my cock.This went on for a few wonderful minutes with me massaging Ingrid's breast and Petra massaging my cock through my pants.Finally, Ingrid rolled to face me and asked me to kiss her. We started kissing softly but quickly were kissing each other more deeply. Petra pushed her hand down the front of my pants and grabbed onto my cock and started to jerk on it. Then Petra asked for a kiss, so I rolled towards her and I got to see those beautiful pert breasts for the first time, what a sight - tiny milky white breasts with small dark areolas around beautiful erect eraser-like nipples. We kissed deeply and I began to stroke her breasts and play with her nipples. Ingrid was squirming behind me and somehow had gotten her panties off. She pulled at my pants and got them down to my knees and pulled me onto my back and immediately engulfed my cock with her mouth. Petra broke away from our kiss and moved down and joined Ingrid's sucking my cock - it was magical.Ingrid then climbed up and put her leg over my head and lowered her beautiful - oh so wet - cleanly shaven pussy right onto my face. I nibbled her pussy lips and got to work on her clit. She was quickly grinding away on my face. Petra was still sucking my cock and playing with my balls. Petra stopped and like a good contortionist got her panties off and climbed onto me and lowered her hot pussy onto my waiting throbbing cock. Ingrid was grinding away on my face and very willing tongue while Petra was picking up speed and pounding up and down on my cock. Ingrid started to really squirm and then shuddered into an orgasm, once she recovered a bit she asked Petra if she could fuck me.With lots of awkward moving around in the cramped space of the tent. Finally, I got Ingrid on all fours and entered her from behind. Doggy is my favorite position. There is something so animalistic about it. It even got better when Petra crawled underneath and started licking my balls as I pounded in and out of Ingrid.They had another exchange in German.They asked me to lay on my back and both of them started to suck my cock alternating whose mouth it was in and who was licking my balls. I wasn't going to last long. I announced I was going to cum and they both leaned in and thick ropes of cum erupted across Petra's face and onto her out-stretched tongue and into her waiting mouth. She leaned over and Ingrid licked the cum from her face and then they shared a long deep cum filled kiss - so hot. The three of us felt very spent and quickly got more comfortable and fell asleep.In the morning, once the sun had warmed up the tent we all emerged and cooked breakfast. Later, I came up from washing the dishes in the lake and Ingrid and Petra were again chattering away in German and looking over and smiling at me. They then came over and both began kissing me and started pulling at the drawstring of my pants. Once my pants were around my ankles, Petra kept kissing me and Ingrid dropped to her knees and gave me a long slow sloppy blowjob. After a few minutes of Ingrid's wonderful oral pleasure, I came on Ingrid's face and tongue and into her waiting mouth. Then she leaned up and gave Petra a long beautiful cum filled kiss.They then packed up their remaining gear as they wanted to leave soon so they could get back to the trailhead in one day. A short while later, they shouldered their packs, gave me a quick kiss goodbye, and were gone.I was going to spend another, probably less memorable, night before hiking out.This is why I think backpacking is awesome.By VancouverFun for Literotica  

Hour 2 of Jake & Ben on July 22, 2025 Eric Pincus, National NBA Writer for Bleacher Report, joined the show to talk about the biggest NBA moves this offseason.  The WNBA is negotiating a new CBA, but they aren't doing themselves any favors.  If anyone is in Bear Lake this week, let us know if Ben is wearing pants or shorts. 

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Today on Mea Culpa, I'm joined by Vicky Ward, New York Times bestselling author, podcaster, documentary host and producer, and former CNN Senior Reporter, for an unfiltered conversation on Trump's authoritarian grip, Elon Musk's chaotic political ambitions, and the terrifying consequences of unchecked power. We unpack how Trump has surrounded himself with unqualified loyalists, and why Musk's third-party movement could merge tech oligarchy with MAGA populism. From the deadly floods in Texas to America's collapsing global credibility, we expose the cost of cruelty, the silence of Democrats, and what happens when spectacle replaces substance. Plus, Vicky discusses her new book, “The Idaho Four: An American Tragedy,” co-authored with James Patterson. Thanks to our sponsor: IndaCloud: If you're 21 or older, get 25% OFF your first order + free shipping @IndaCloud with code COHEN at https://inda.shop/COHEN! #indacloudpod Subscribe to Michael's NEW YouTube Channel: https://www.youtube.com/@TheMichaelCohenShow Join us on Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/PoliticalBeatdown Add the Mea Culpa podcast feed: https://www.meidastouch.com/tag/mea-culpa-with-michael-cohen Add the Political Beatdown podcast feed: https://www.meidastouch.com/tag/political-beatdown Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

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Beginning with a new mishnah that opens on the bottom of daf 19: One may not make jewelry for an object of idolatry -- but you can be hired to do such things, as an artist. Also, note that Jews may not sell that which is attached to the ground to non-Jews. The Gemara will investigate the source of this prohibition - lo techanem - don't do them any mercy - which demands a great deal of investigation, and several possible meanings. But the meaning of the text and the term itself don't quite line up nicely enough - which gives the Gemara more fodder to interpret. Also, a story in the context of this injunction: about Turnus Rufus and Rabbi Akiva, during the Hadrianic Persecutions. The story includes praising the beauty of a woman who worshipped idols, so isn't that an example of a violation of the prohibition - except that we also appreciate the beauty God brings into the world. But men aren't supposed to be gazing on women and contacting on them, regardless of whether they are beautiful.

What if the culture of our church could usher in an unprecedented outpouring of God's favor? In his compelling sermon, Pastor Jeff takes us on a journey through the essential elements that create a community blessed by God, focusing on the teachings from First Thessalonians. He emphasizes that true spiritual transformation begins with honoring our leaders and protecting the unity of the body of Christ, allowing us to minister to people from all walks of life. With unwavering passion, Pastor Jeff encourages us to embrace love and forgiveness over bitterness and resentment, teaching that our responses to others—especially in the face of conflict—reflect our relationship with Christ. He guides the church to actively participate in building this culture, reminding us of the profound link between unity and spiritual vitality. This message is a call to evaluate our hearts and relationships, fostering an environment where God's presence can thrive. Join us as we commit to cultivating a community that honors God and reflects His love. Experience the full richness of this transformative message by watching or listening to the sermon today—let's embrace the culture God favors! Speaker: Jeff Schwarzentraub

You're a bitch and that's why we lack community. A brutal essay has exposed how we've all become selfish in the name of self-care, and some of us are feeling a little bit attacked. Mia, Jessie and Em Vernem discuss the idea of the small favour economy and why asking your friend for a rise to the airport is more valuable than you realise. Plus, is anyone else feeling increasingly tricked by artificial intelligence? You're not alone. We tell you the sneaky ways even real estate agents are using AI for marketing tactics. And Em Vernem shares her own hilarious experience of being fooled by AI. Also, it's time to 'lock in' and 'crash out'. We explain the new vocab you're about to see everywhere. Support independent women's media Recommendations Mia recommends Ms Rachel on Youtube. Jessie recommends American Manhunt: Osama Bin Laden on Netflix Em recommends TBH skincare body spritz What To Listen To Next: Listen to our latest episode: When Your Family Is The Problem Listen: A Child Care Worker, An Arrest & The Backlash Against Male Educators Listen: The Leaderboard Of Cool Listen: The Bezos Wedding Was A Very Rich Text Listen: Absolutely Everything Is Feminism’s Fault! Listen: An Inheritance Dilemma and A Surprise Third Baby Askers v Guessers: The Bully, The Mum & The Aftermath Of A Viral Video Parenting Out Loud: The Ms Rachel Controversy & The Great Kids Vs Friendships Debate Connect your subscription to Apple Podcasts Watch Mamamia Out Loud: Mamamia Out Loud on YouTube What to read: you’re a bitch, and that’s why we lack community Why Tot Celebrity Ms. Rachel Waded Into the Gaza Debate 'I was raised in a "guess family" then married into an "ask family". It blew my mind.' 'I applied for a rental home as a single parent. The agent's response crushed me.' How to save money while renting, but still have nice things. Flakiness is out of control at the moment. We all have 6 different types of friends in our lives. Which one are you? THE END BITS: Check out our merch at MamamiaOutLoud.com Mamamia studios are styled with furniture from Fenton and Fenton GET IN TOUCH: Feedback? We’re listening. Send us an email at outloud@mamamia.com.au Share your story, feedback, or dilemma! Send us a voice message. Join our Facebook group Mamamia Outlouders to talk about the show. Follow us on Instagram @mamamiaoutloud and on Tiktok @mamamiaoutloud CREDITS: Hosts: Mia Freedman, Jessie Stephens & Emily Vernem Group Executive Producer: Ruth Devine Executive Producer: Emeline Gazilas Audio Producer: Leah Porges Video Producer: Josh Green Junior Content Producers: Coco & Tessa Mamamia acknowledges the Traditional Owners of the Land we have recorded this podcast on, the Gadigal people of the Eora Nation. We pay our respects to their Elders past and present, and extend that respect to all Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander cultures.Become a Mamamia subscriber: https://www.mamamia.com.au/subscribeSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Longtime friends FINNEAS and Ashe have a habit of casual collabs that create hits. Think: “Moral of the Story” (2019) and “Till Forever Falls Apart” (2021). Now they've made it official by adopting a new moniker (The Favors) and hitting us with their golden-age-of-Laurel-Canyon-esque new single “The Little Mess You Made.” And that's not all, The Favors have a debut LP set for release on Sept. 19.

An 85 degree summer day with a sunny, cloudless sky could be used to describe the perfect day to go on the lake, or the ideal growing conditions for a cranberry plant. Cranberry Outreach Extension Specialist Allison Jonjak gave us a look at how the cranberry crop is shaping up.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Frank Sinatra was never just a pop star. In this second chapter of his story, Frank isn't merely brushing shoulders with gangsters—he's one of them. Backed by new research and newly released secret intelligence files, this episode unpacks how the Voice became a mafia asset. When Sinatra's son is kidnapped, before he calls the police—he calls notorious gangster Sam Giancana. And what follows is one of the darkest, bloodiest chapters in music and organized crime history. Is Frank Sinatra the most gangster musician of all time? Tell Jake at 617-906-6638, disgracelandpod@gmail.com, or on socials @disgracelandpod. To see the full list of contributors, see the show notes at ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠www.disgracelandpod.com⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠. To listen to Disgraceland ad free and get access to a monthly exclusive episode, weekly bonus content and more, become a Disgraceland All Access member at ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠disgracelandpod.com/membership⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠. Sign up for our newsletter and get the inside dirt on events, merch and other awesomeness - ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠GET THE NEWSLETTER⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ Follow Jake and DISGRACELAND: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Instagram⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠YouTube⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠X⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ (formerly Twitter)  ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Facebook Fan Group⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠TikTok 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

On this episode Scott and Katherine chat about some song recommendations from our audience including the new band The Favors comprising of Ashe and Finneas and Slam Frank, a new Anne Frank hip hop musical. Then we discuss the passing of music icon Brian Wilson and the new album 'Addison' by Addison Rae!   @gr8songpod on instagram @ScottInterrante on instagram @Katherinethegr8 on instagram Theme music: "Kratos In Love" by Skylar Spence

Carson Brown, Dirt Super Late Model & Pavement Super Late Model Racer; Sean Rayhall, 410 Sprint Car winner; and Adam Favors, Princeton Speedway winner are this week's guests.

In this collection of stories, rules determine your fate. So when a sugar daddy asks a young girl to perform a task. She better make sure she did it right. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

The news of Texas covered today includes:Our Lone Star story of the day: After lifetimes of supporting strong centralized federal power, the confused and angry take to the streets to now tell us they oppose strong centralized federal power.Under Biden and Obama, they were all for a president ignoring immigration law and importing millions into the country without due process and now, they are all against enforcing the laws passed by Congress when it relates to immigration. On this issue, the Austin American-Statesman has a piece that a reasonable person could take as encouraging rioting – or at least planning for such to be a part of one's “protest” actions.Our Lone Star story of the day is sponsored by Allied Compliance Services providing the best service in DOT, business and personal drug and alcohol testing since 1995.Aaron Reitz resigns from top Trump DOJ post to run for Texas Attorney General in the Republican Primary.TX23's Rep. Tony Gonzales draws GOP challenge from Cotulla rancher.The Bernie Sanders leftist clown show is coming to Fort Worth soon.Local sales tax numbers released. Look up your city here.Abilene officials cut voters out of the process, vote to raise property taxes with CO bond debt issue. Note how, once again, the story is written to focus on the cyber attack and mention the tax increase way down in the text.Oil and gas drilling rig count falls.Listen on the radio, or station stream, at 5pm Central. Click for our radio and streaming affiliates.www.PrattonTexas.com

Favors. It hurts my heart having to ask… I don't like having to ask for help…yet here I am again! Could ya? Would ya? Help me… please and thank you. Help me to reach those who think I abandoned my nearly 11-year-old show with no notice … It is truly through the word of mouth that my show has grown over the last almost 11 years. Kicked off FB TWICE & still doing three hours a day, five days a week. For the money? What money? For fame? When have I ever mentioned my own name in just under 11 years of sharing this show? I do this show for the LOVE OF THE MUSIC!  Help get the word out that The Music Authority Podcast is still relevant and continues to grow even without FB! Please repost this on your social media sites!  THANK YOU! The Music Authority Podcast...listen, like, comment, download, share, repeat…heard daily on Belter Radio, Podchaser, Deezer, Amazon Music, Audible, Listen Notes, Mixcloud, Player FM, Tune In, Podcast Addict, Cast Box, Radio Public, Pocket Cast, APPLE iTunes, and direct for the source distribution site: *Podcast - https://themusicauthority.transistor.fm/  AND NOW there is a website! TheMusicAuthority.comThe Music Authority Podcast! Special Recorded Network Shows, too! Different than my daily show! Seeing that I'm gone from FB now…Follow me on “X” Jim Prell@TMusicAuthority*Radio Candy Radio Monday Wednesday, & Friday 7PM ET, 4PM PT*Rockin' The KOR Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday at 7PM UK time, 2PM ET, 11AM PT  www.koradio.rocks*Pop Radio UK Friday, Saturday, & Sunday 6PM UK, 1PM ET, 10AM PT! *The Sole Of Indie https://soleofindie.rocks/ Monday Through Friday 6-7PM EST!*AltPhillie.Rocks Sunday, Thursday, & Saturday At 11:00AM ET!June 13, 2025, Friday, page two…@Raspberries - Let's Pretend@The Zags - Still Life [The Zags]@Dave Cope And The Sass - All Alright [Hidden From The World] (koolkatmusik.com)@The Buckinghams - Kind Of A Drag@Klangstof - Ocean View@Bill Lloyd - Bunny In The High Grass [Look Into It]@Blue - Someone@Bryan Ferry - Baby I Don't Care@Smokie - Don't Play Your Rock And Roll@Tom Shotton - Back Home [Forever Home]@The Mop Tops - When I Was Young [Running Out Of Time] (@Beluga Records)@Fuzzbox Kollective - Restraining Order [Fuzzed Off]@Psychotic Youth - Ten '0 Clock Postman [Scoops] (@Ice Cream Man Power Pop And More)@Luke Fitzpatrick - Through [Sun Songs]@Cheap Star - Lifetime [Wish I Could See] (koolkatmusik.com)@The Newds - Cruel Cold Kiss [Drawing A Line]@Rapid Eye Movement - Femme Fatale [The Velvet Underground & Nico - The TM Collective]@The Connection – In The End [Wish You Success]@Adam Schmitt – Can't Get You On My Mind [World So Bright]@Margaret Airplaneman – Gift Of The Sun [Radio Botanica]

Support #Millennial! Pledge on Patreon and receive lots of perks: https://patreon.com/millennial Visit our merch store: https://shop.millennialshow.com Watch episodes on YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/@millennialpodcast This week we're pouring one out for the Musk/Trump love affair. Yes, Laura was wrong about how that would play out -- but the real drama is unfolding in LA, where the Trump administration is intentionally fueling the fire to justify military overreach. Then we dive into summer movie madness: AMC is adding even more trailers and commercials, so how are we supposed to know when to show up??  Plus, Pam leads a thoughtful convo on transactional friendships and the unwritten rules of modern social favors—like driving a friend to the airport or staying at their place. Are we keeping score, or is it just love? Per usual, we have recommendations on tap for y'all: Nintendo Switch 2 if you've been on the fence (Andrew), 'Andor' on Disney+ (Laura), and 'Overcompensating' on Amazon Prime (Pam). And in this week's installment of After Dark: We have a bone to pick over a few examples of of people who take advantage of favors but never return them. If staying at a someone's home, should guests make an effort to socialize? And how far is too far to ask a friend to allllways drive? Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Favors. It hurts my heart having to ask… I don't like having to ask for help…yet here I am again! Could ya? Would ya? Help me… please and thank you. Help me to reach those who think I abandoned my nearly 11-year-old show with no notice … It is truly through the word of mouth that my show has grown over the last almost 11 years. Kicked off FB TWICE & still doing three hours a day, five days a week. For the money? What money? For fame? When have I ever mentioned my own name in just under 11 years of sharing this show? I do this show for the LOVE OF THE MUSIC!  Help get the word out that The Music Authority Podcast is still relevant and continues to grow even without FB! Please repost this on your social media sites!  THANK YOU!The Music Authority Podcast...listen, like, comment, download, share, repeat…heard daily on Belter Radio, Podchaser, Deezer, Amazon Music, Audible, Listen Notes, Mixcloud, Player FM, Tune In, Podcast Addict, Cast Box, Radio Public, Pocket Cast, APPLE iTunes, and direct for the source distribution site: *Podcast - https://themusicauthority.transistor.fm/  AND NOW there is a website! TheMusicAuthority.comThe Music Authority Podcast! Special Recorded Network Shows, too! Different than my daily show! Seeing that I'm gone from FB now…Follow me on “X” Jim Prell@TMusicAuthority*Radio Candy Radio Monday Wednesday, & Friday 7PM ET, 4PM PT*Rockin' The KOR Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday at 7PM UK time, 2PM ET, 11AM PT  www.koradio.rocks*Pop Radio UK Friday, Saturday, & Sunday 6PM UK, 1PM ET, 10AM PT! *The Sole Of Indie https://soleofindie.rocks/ Monday Through Friday 6-7PM EST!*AltPhillie.Rocks Sunday, Thursday, & Saturday At 11:00AM ET!June 9, 2025, Monday, book two…@Junior Varsity - Where The Groove Is [Where The Groove Is] (@Rum Bar Records)@Italian Driving - Pacific Coast Highway@Italian Driving – Never My Love@Jola Recchioni - Femme Fatale@Cheap Star - Move Away [Wish I Could See] (koolkatmusik.com)@Jesika von Rabbit - Go Back to L.A. (@Dionysus Records)@Jesika von Rabbit – Hurray For Hollywood (@Dionysus Records)@Jesika von Rabbit - Wacko (@Dionysus Records)@Klangstof - Ocean View [Ocean View - EP] (@Velveteen Records)@The Happy Somethings - Lessons In Love@Lost Signal & @The Happy Somethings – Lessons In Love (Remix)@Keith McLoughlin - Jim's Song@Tom Shotton - Kung Hei Fat Choy [Forever Home]@Miss Georgia Peach With @Ruyter Suys - Baby Ride Easy [Class Out The Ass] (@Rum Bar Records)@Motorcycle Display Team - Oh Country My Country@Nelson Bragg – Forever Days [Mélodie de Nelson A Pop Anthology] (@Big Stir Records)@The Hollywood Stars – Am I Right Or Wrong [Starstruck] (@Rum Bar Records)

Jolie Doggett struggles with boundaries. She's a classic 'yes' person – when someone asks her to jump, she says "how high?" She knows this about herself and she wants to change it. But how do you change something like that? Should she just go cold turkey? Spend a month telling everyone 'no'?This week, Mauricio and Jolie explore why we sometimes preference other people's needs and desires over our own.Check out Finding The Right WordsThe Real Question is a Not Sorry ProductionFind us at our website | Follow us on Instagram--This show is completely funded by Patreon, and we are so grateful to our supporters who make it possible. If you can, please considering chipping in! Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Stew Peters Jproof Scamcoin is collapsing, as I predicted 2 months ago when it launched.Palantir considers you a domestic terrorist that needs to be eliminated, is being used to eliminate drone-target victims in GAZA, and has been tasked by Trojan Trump to build a watchlist database on every American Citizen in order to fill those prisons Trump is building for Noticers.Nick Fuentes is recommending jew Kyle Langford for office...Big Beautiful Bill is dystopian AI control grid.Canada's wildfires, are they really wild, or more jew arson against the west?Support for Israel has collapsed across the west - we are winning. The Noticing Will Not Be Stopped.If you appreciate the work we do and wish to support us, you can donate here >>https://theserapeum.com/wp-content/uploads/2024/11/donnate-donorbox-sidebar-img.jpgCarbonShield60 Oil Infusions 15% OFFGo to >> https://www.redpillliving.com/NEMOSCoupon Code: NEMOS(Coupon code good for one time use)✅ https://NemosNewsNetwork.com/sponsorsIf you wish to support our work by donating - Bitcoin Accepted.✅ https://NemosNewsNetwork.com/Donate———————————————————————FALL ASLEEP FAST - Stay Asleep Longer... Without Negative Side Effects.✅ https://redpillliving.com/sleep———————————————————————For breaking news from one of the most over the target and censored names in the world join our 100% Free newsletter at https://NemosNewsNetwork.com/news———————————————————————Follow on Truth Socialhttps://truthsocial.com/@REALDUSTINNEMOSAlso follow us at Gabhttps://gab.com/nemosnewsnetworkJoin our Telegram chat: https://NemosNewsNetwork.com/chat———————————————————————

Join Dr. Terri Levine as she interviews Dr. Michael Favors, founder of the Essential Leaders Institute, who shares powerful insights on blending faith with business, finding your unique purpose, and creating wealth that matters. Learn how self-leadership, value-based pricing, and letting go of limiting beliefs can transform both your business and life. Perfect for professionals seeking balance, purpose, and true fulfillment in their entrepreneurial journey. Join The Live Well Earn Well Mastermind™ Today: https://livewellearnwellmastermind.com/  Let's hop on a quick Zoom call so I can focus on your business and offer my help: https://zoom.us/meeting/register/tJ0tdO2urTooHNLQuGo9wdTbJHJcjXoghF8N#/registration  Oh yeah, and please join free Facebook community here: Heartrepreneurs.com Want More!? Subscribe to this podcast on your favorite podcast platform… Apple: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/live-well-earn-well-for-coaches-consultants/id1585895518  Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/show/5OjsOxN7MqwKio4Ae6vSMQ  Or anywhere else podcasts are found!    Watch all the episodes and more to gain more insight on YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/@coachterri/videos

Bud Elliott sits down with Cats Pause.com's Aaron Gershon to preview Kentucky's 2025 season. (00:00:00) - Intro (00:00:40) - Vibe Heading into 2025 (00:02:00) - Offensive Changes (00:03:58) - Quarterbacks (00:05:50) - Wide Receivers (00:07:06) - Runningbacks (00:08:30) - Offensive Line (00:10:50) - Defensive Front (00:12:20) - Defensive Backs (00:14:40) - 2025 Expectations Cover 3 is available on Apple Podcasts, Spotify and wherever else you listen to podcasts.  Visit the betting arena on CBSSports.com for all the latest in sportsbook reviews and sportsbook promos for betting on college football. Watch Cover 3 on YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/cover3 Follow our hosts on Twitter: @Chip_Patterson, @TomFornelli, @DannyKanell, @BudElliott3 For more college football coverage from CBS Sports, visit https://www.cbssports.com/college-football/ To hear more from the CBS Sports Podcast Network, visit https://www.cbssports.com/podcasts/ 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

Want famous people to do you a favor? Bold move. But guess what—totally doable. This video shows you how to go from “Who dis?” to “Sure, happy to help” without begging, scamming, or offering up a kidney. Watch before everyone else figures this out.#FameHack #CelebConnect #InfluencerTips #GetNoticed #CloutCode #Networking #BoldMoves #WatchThis

It's another current events discussion during evening prep. Think of it as toner, psyops, highlites, active operations, face cleanse and global events. Gossip first. Taking care of what you have. Chyna's new Covid comes with weird timing. The free drones too. Gov Cuomo sent body bags along with the patients. The DEI judge for SCOTUS. We are supposed to be helping humanity move forward. Don't envy anyone. There are a lot of operations still happening. They knew in 2020 that Remdesivir had a 50% mortality rate. People with high IQ's often struggle in life. What does it mean when geniuses tell you something. A 2019 wire tap involving five eyes. The installation of Joe Biden. Accessories make the character. Rigging the election after Ukraine was finalized. There is good and bad Mossad. Same with DARPA. Favors were called in for the country. Ron Klain enters the picture. There was a back up plan for Hunter. People's ego is often their downfall. Dunn, Dunn and Dunn. It will end up with a move to impeach 44. The FBI knew something was in the drawer. Here's how it will go on the auto pen situation. It's a step ladder to Obama and Roberts. Always give people the benefit of the doubt, because it's the righteous thing to do.

In this episode of the Packernet Podcast, Ryan dives deep into Warren Sharp's breakdown of the 2025 NFL schedule, revealing how rest advantages are unevenly distributed across the league. From the Detroit Lions setting a historic record with eight games featuring a rest edge to the Raiders facing a brutal disadvantage, Ryan questions whether the NFL is prioritizing competitive fairness or simply maximizing ratings. Plus, he explores the ongoing stadium drama in Cleveland, touches on the Tush Push debate, and tears into the latest Chicago Bears offseason hype—especially the growing doubts around Caleb Williams. Buckle up for a data-driven rant with plenty of Packers perspective and NFC North smack talk. To advertise on this podcast please email: ad-sales@libsyn.com Or go to: https://advertising.libsyn.com/packernetpodcast

In this episode of the Packernet Podcast, Ryan dives deep into Warren Sharp's breakdown of the 2025 NFL schedule, revealing how rest advantages are unevenly distributed across the league. From the Detroit Lions setting a historic record with eight games featuring a rest edge to the Raiders facing a brutal disadvantage, Ryan questions whether the NFL is prioritizing competitive fairness or simply maximizing ratings. Plus, he explores the ongoing stadium drama in Cleveland, touches on the Tush Push debate, and tears into the latest Chicago Bears offseason hype—especially the growing doubts around Caleb Williams. Buckle up for a data-driven rant with plenty of Packers perspective and NFC North smack talk. To advertise on this podcast please email: ad-sales@libsyn.com Or go to: https://advertising.libsyn.com/packernetpodcast

Mike Johnson, Beau Morgan, and Ali Mac react to the Atlanta Falcons' 2025-26 regular season schedule being released, give their initial thoughts on the schedule, and explain how the NFL didn't do the Falcons any favors with the schedule they gave them.

Why do we view romantic relationships as the end-all be-all of relationships, and how can we take a more positive and holistic view of our relationships? Today, I'm speaking with NPR's Life Kit producer and showrunner Meghan Keane about destigmatizing singleness, making the most of your friendships, and reframing marriage and relationships.  What would a world where romantic relationships weren't seen as the default goal look like? Meghan brings valuable insights on how to live the happiest life you can, regardless of whether or not you meet “the one.” In this episode, we get into: How Is Marriage Reenforced Societally? Are Married People Happier? Is Venting Unhelpful? The Relationship Escalator & Marriage  Awareness & Social Media Building Positivity with ABCs of DBT Making Single Friends When Your Friend Enters a Relationship Living Wider & Deeper For more from Meghan Keane, find her on Instagram @damekeane or online at www.meghanvkeane.com. Buy Meghan's insightful book Party of One or listen to NPR's Life Kit. Ready to uplevel every part of your life? Order Liz's book 100 Ways to Change Your Life: The Science of Leveling Up Health, Happiness, Relationships & Success now!  To join The Liz Moody Podcast Club Facebook group, go to www.facebook.com/groups/thelizmoodypodcast. Connect with Liz on Instagram @lizmoody or online at www.lizmoody.com. Subscribe to the substack by visiting https://lizmoody.substack.com/welcome. Check out the previous episodes of The Liz Moody Podcast discussed today: What Everyone Gets Wrong About Self-Care & Burnout (+ What to Do Instead) with Dr. Pooja Lakshmin How to Figure Out Your Dream Career (And Actually Get It!) with Suzy Welch Science-Backed Secrets For Making Friends: Become Super Likable, Find Your BEST Friend, & Deepen Relationships with Dr. Marisa G. Franco This episode is sponsored by: Seed: Go to seed.com/lizmoody and use code LIZMOODY for 25% off your first month.  Pique: Go to piquelife.com/LIZMOODY for up to 20% off plus a special gift. LMNT: Go to DrinkLMNT.com/LizMoody to get a free LMNT sample pack with any order.  MasterClass: Go to MASTERCLASS.com/LIZMOODY for 15% off an annual membership.  IQ Bar: Text LIZ to 64000 for 20% off all IQBAR products plus FREE shipping. The Liz Moody Podcast cover art by Zack. The Liz Moody Podcast music by Alex Ruimy. Formerly the Healthier Together Podcast.  This podcast and website represents the opinions of Liz Moody and her guests to the show. The content here should not be taken as medical advice. The content here is for information purposes only, and because each person is so unique, please consult your healthcare professional for any medical questions. The Liz Moody Podcast Episode 329.  Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

This show is not a normal studio show, but an excerpt. so please excuse the lack of beginning and ending lol but enjoy the content none the eless

HR3 - Jimmy Lake did Matthew Judon no favors, but Judon's effort wasn't good enough In hour three Ali Mac, Mike Johnson, and Beau Morgan let listeners call in and give their take on if they think the NFL Draft system or NBA Draft lottery system is better, and if they think aliens or dinosaurs came in first in the Wake Up Call! Then, Mike, Beau, and Ali continue to react to former Atlanta Falcons edge rusher/outside linebacker Matthew Judon saying his usage in former Falcons' defensive coordinator Jimmy Lake's system was a key reason for his statistical regression last season. The Morning Shift crew also continues to recap and react to the Atlanta Braves beating the Washington Nationals 5-2 last night, and getting to a .500 record for the first time this season thanks to a big night from Drake Baldwin and a good start from Spencer Schwellenbach. Mike, Beau, and Ali also talk about how the Braves' 0-7 start is fully behind them now after finally reaching the .500 plateau. Finally, The Morning Shift crew closes out hour three by diving into the life of Beau “Squidbilly” Morgan in The Life of Squid.

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Steiny & Guru explain the reality that is the Warriors are fighting an uphill battle. But that doesn't mean they can't win!

Major Garrett of CBS News joins with his usual excellent political insight and analysis, this time talking about Joe Biden jumping into the interview circuit and more controversial decisions coming from President Trump.

Warriors Insider for The Athletic joins The Roast to talk about why prep, not fatigue, is the real concern for the Warriors against the Timberwolves. Plus, why the Warriors could be in a good position if this series goes to 6 or 7 games.

6am- Neighbor Favors, ADD News and MORE full 955 Fri, 02 May 2025 14:47:01 +0000 6lGH0pHF0WcfoOsVPvbrAfmN8JSVygTm society & culture Klein/Ally Show: The Podcast society & culture 6am- Neighbor Favors, ADD News and MORE Klein.Ally.Show on KROQ is more than just a "dynamic, irreverent morning radio show that mixes humor, pop culture, and unpredictable conversation with a heavy dose of realness." (but thanks for that quote anyway). Hosted by Klein, Ally, and a cast of weirdos (both on the team and from their audience), the show is known for its raw, offbeat style, offering a mix of sarcastic banter, candid interviews, and an unfiltered take on everything from culture to the chaos of everyday life. With a loyal, engaged fanbase and an addiction for pushing boundaries, the show delivers the perfect blend of humor and insight, all while keeping things fun, fresh, and sometimes a little bit illegal. 2024 © 2021 Audacy, Inc. Society & Culture False https://player.amperwavepodcasting.com?feed-link=http

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Questions about whether the fact that some people go through intense difficulties and suffering indicates that God hates some and favors others, and whether someone is being abused because God doesn't think she's worshiping him enough.   I constantly feel like God hates me because of a congenital defect that affects my career choices, my self-worth, and my bitterness towards God. Why does it seem like God hates some and favors others? If God lets Satan live to bring God glory and to test us, does that mean my friend is being abused by her mom's boyfriend because God doesn't think she's worshiping him enough?

Trump has tried to claim that he favors "Main Street over Wall Street." Unfortunately, by pushing aggressive low-interest-rate monetary policy, Trump has put himself squarely in the camp of “Wall Street over Main Street.”Be sure to follow the Loot and Lobby podcast at Mises.org/LL

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In a year clouded by economic uncertainty, you'd think investors would be clinging to their cash. But by the looks of things, maybe not? This episode also features an interview with acclaimed Boston-based chefs Jamie Bissonnette and Kenta Katagai as they take us behind the scenes of an unforgettable culinary collaboration. Show notes: 0:45: NYC In Full Effect. $30 Million For Ryl & Pop. Good Eat'n. Hark, I See Sweets! Cologne? I Wasn't Listening. –  The hosts recap the buzz from Taste Radio's high-energy meetup in NYC, where over 100 CPG founders, investors, and industry insiders came together for an evening of networking, innovation, and inspiration. Held at ReThink Food's Community Kitchen, the event spotlighted compelling conversations with brand leaders and featured a showcase of cutting-edge products that had everyone talking — and sampling. They also break down two eye-catching $15 million funding rounds: one for Culture Pop and another for Ryl Tea, reflecting the surging demand for functional, better-for-you beverages. Later in the episode, the hosts dive into a lineup of crave-worthy salty snacks from a brand backed by NBA star Chris Paul and share their take on a bold new line of tonic waters with standout packaging that turns heads. 30:03: Interview: Jamie Bissonnette & Kenta Katagai, Zurito & Sushi @ Temple Records – A celebrated culinary force in Boston and beyond, Jamie is the co-founder of BCB3 Hospitality Group, the team behind four standout restaurants in the city, including Zurito, a Basque-inspired eatery, and Temple Records, a stylish cocktail bar channeling the vibe of 1950s Japanese listening lounges. Nestled beneath Temple Records is Sushi @, an intimate, subterranean sushi bar led by Kenta's meticulous direction. In this interview, Jamie reflects on his journey from a young chef cutting his teeth in the restaurant business to crafting a dynamic, globally inspired dining experience. Kenta shares how his deep respect for heritage and simplicity drives every slice and plate. Together, they dive into the art of educating diners, the power of narrative, and the joy of staying true to their vision – all while delivering unforgettable meals that resonate far beyond the plate. Brands in this episode: GNGR Labs, Oh So Easy, ZenJoy, Avsome, Poppi, Olipop, Culture Pop, Ryl Tea, Just Ice Tea, Saint James, Halfday, Moss, Harken Sweets, Gigantic Candy, Good Eat'n, Jozo, Match Tonic Water, MOSS, Salad Sprinkles, TipTop, Archer Roose, Bake Me Healthy, Zesty Z, Rind Snacks

In this episode, we dive into the awkward, often unspoken world of asking for favors as an adult—especially the ones we shouldn't be asking. From borrowing money to overstepping boundaries with friends or coworkers, we explore why some asks feel off, how to recognize them, and what to do instead. CONQUER SHYNESS

• Plumbing issues and appreciation for working toilets   • Joke about tossing waste off balconies   • Modern Plumbing Industries ad, services, and outdoor shower install   • Praise for Modern PI's reliability and wide service area   • Tom and Dan show intro with Ross McCoy guesting   • Tom fights off a worsening cold, uses vibrating pipe device for lungs   • Gross loogie talk and clearing chest congestion   • BDM Appreciation Week and April 19th Party details   • BDM perks, joke about drunken double sign-ups   • Hollerbach's Chef Pat 20-year event with surprise belt from Adam Pierce   • Tom's awkward speech and surprise-ruining moment   • Surprise party debate and Pat's dislike of surprises   • Praise for pork shank, Tom eats too fast   • Dinner with Norm, Crystal, Simone, Brendan O'Connor, and more   • Tom covers Norm & Crystal's meal, sparking financial tension with Dan   • Argument over voicemail service and walker re-use   • Sword cane debate and long-borrowed item disputes   • Realization that many friends have helped Tom over the years   • Christine praised for event help and gifting   • Tom wonders if he gives enough, Dan prefers self-reliance   • Favors make people feel good—Tom's German restaurant favor test   • Ross takes favors, remembers early BDM sod farm party   • Underage bartender and shirtless Ron at wild first BDM bash   • Dan rides with listener who had full-scale marijuana grow house   • High Times photo ops and weed legality vs. old paranoia   • Dan's electric Vespa project update   • Story of drug dealer with $10k pit bulls   • Ross links dog breeding to party lifestyle   • Ross's dog confused by barking truck   • Tease of “Snow Brown” story   • Wild NJ police chief antics: pranks, harassment, spiked coffee   • Discussion on toxic prank culture in police departments   • Pee pranks, courtrooms reading gross quotes, and Coke pube clarification   • New music from Laura Jane Grace, the Gamblers, Common Saints, Catbite   • Streamline Mortgage ad with Brian ZIMMO's proactive refinance approach   • Ross books comedy show in Bunnell (April 3rd) and Bull & Bush Character Night (April 23rd)   • Ram Davasy and Rue Nafasat to host   • Dan dreams of tiny-town living and Hardy's fried chicken   • Nostalgia for small-town gas stations and authentic Mexican food   • Tom's maskless pandemic visits to rural towns   • Listener voicemail about hazard light etiquette   • Legality of hazard light use while pulling over   • Parking signal confusion and hazard etiquette on modern vehicles   • Tom's parking chaos vs. Crystal's precision   • Ross likens Tom's methods to AI-generated logos   • Tommy inherits Tom's improvisational style, forgets backpack   • Camping trip responsibilities, overcommitting, and scheduling regrets   • Ross's challenge to Tom: pallet truck test with no training   • Dan and Grizz used to ride pallet jacks at Home Depot   • Listener Clark vents about school pickup lines   • Andrea parks and walks, while others arrive hours early   • Ross's pickup line S-curve and blocked traffic complaints   • Schools assign traffic staff due to parental incompetence   • Precision vs. chaos in school release systems   • Tom's mom warned to stay quiet about drug dealer at bus loop   • Listener story bluffing cop out of car search with weed   • Tactics when dealing with police smell-based searches   • Dan's joke about hops as weed smell decoy   • Listener Neal mentions Dan's “Who's the Baddie?” Coco episode   • “Space Pups” vs. “Space Buddies” and fart jokes in dog movies   • Nostalgia for early radio work and morning show indifference   • Dan learns not to over-prepare for radio   • Akeem Woods fired for giving away food and talking too much   • Critique of corporate promotions and performance disconnect   • Mockery of corporate “family” language and blind loyalty   • Daniel enjoys doing quality work for the work's sake   • Biggest raise came during a low-effort year   • Andrea praised for effort vs. reward balance   • Listener calls in about racism at hibachi restaurants   • Cruise ship chefs vs. stereotypical performances   • Satirical take on restaurant stereotypes   • New music: Common Saints – “Firebird”   • Dan's comfort food from Current Seafood Counter   • The Orb: chaotic Van family bad luck   • Jennifer joins to describe I-4 trailer fire during band haul   • Jen extinguishes fire with Sunkist, faces mechanical doubts   • Praise for Jen's competence and responsibility overload   • Jen drops trailer in Daytona, sets up floor solo   • Becca places 6th after only 5 months of training   • Flags possibly burned from Jen's roadside cigarette   • Dan emotional about hardworking kids in extracurriculars   • “Explosion of the Month” segment: 1970 Oregon sperm whale   • Whale explosion aftermath and alternative disposal ideas   • Exploding Whale Day and papier-mâché firework whale plans   • ChatGPT joke frustrates Dan, idea to book it as comic   • Debate on AI-written stand-up vs. original material   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In this inspiring and hilarious episode, the LadyGang welcomes former Hollywood casting executive Tess Sanchez to talk about her debut book, "We've Decided to Go in a Different Direction", and dive into being a boss, reinventing yourself after losing a dream job, and embracing change. She opens up about lessons her father taught her, and the challenges of bouncing back after loss. Plus, Tess shares funny stories about life with her husband, Max Greenfield, who you know from New Girl and The Neighborhood proving he's just as hilarious off-screen as he is on. And, of course, it wouldn't be LadyGang without GWBW fun, where the ladies talk Buccal face massages, Firehouse Fridays, and the latest in paparazzi drama. We have deals for YOU!! OneSkin: Worried about aging skin? Try OneSkin with 15% off using code "Lady" at OneSkin.co Old Navy: Shop Old Navy's StudioSmooth collection in store or online at OldNavy.com Progressive: Wanna save on car insurance? Visit Progressive.com to see how much you can save! Don't miss FX's Dying for Sex! All episodes streaming April 4th on Hulu!