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Machinist and small business owner Paul McCutcheon shares his journey from a junior high metal shop in Fontana, California, to running his own precision machining business in Fallon, Nevada. Through decades of hard work, Paul built a career for himself after being told he wouldn't be hired elsewhere. From aerospace manufacturing to entrepreneurship, he reflects on the challenges of starting out with little more than determination, a supportive partner, and a few savings bonds. His story is a testament to the enduring spirit of American manufacturing. Audio reporting by his daughter April McCutcheon.

Christian College Sex Comedy: Part 30 Time For Celebrating! In 30 parts, By FinalStand. Listen to the podcast at Explicit Novels.   When I fell to Earth I realized perfection; Earth has everything while Heaven has no Evil. "Ask Belle," I replied. "This fight was for me being allowed on the bed. You still need to pay for breaking into her room." "What?" Leigh squeaked. "Come here, Slut," Belle laughed. She hooked an arm around Leigh's waist from behind and began dragging her back into the house. "Zane?" Leigh called out fearfully. "Coming, coming," I groaned. "I feel like someone dropped a cinderblock on my head, and my ribs." I staggered for the door only to be intercepted by Willa. "You are one freaking weird dude," she whispered. "You have no idea," I responded softly. As she came alongside, I put my arm around her waist, then down inside her panties, and cupped her right ass cheek. I gave it a good squeeze. I figure Willa could pull away or punch me in my sore ribs. Instead, she bumped my hip and put her head on my shoulder. "Have you ever been with another woman?" I asked. "No," she regarded me. "Willing to experiment?" I teased her. She smiled, snaked a hand along my back to my neck and finally grabbed a handful of hair. She pulled me down into a kiss and finished with her own devilish grin. I took that to be a yes. We made our way back to Belle's room, where Belle and I stripped out of our wet clothes. "You don't have to handcuff me," Leigh begged of Belle. "I'll behave." "I know you'll be a good girl, but I don't care. I'll do it because I want to," Belle taunted her. Leigh pouted and looked my way. I shrugged helplessly in response. She stripped, crawled to the middle of the bed, rolled onto her back, and put her wrists together just below her breasts. "I'd rather fight than be a victim," Belle mocked her as the bindings clicked shut. "No, that's some cock, you skank," Leigh wound up her courage. Belle's response was to retrieve the vibrator and turn it on. "Calling me a skank makes you feel tough, eh?" Belle closed in. The vibrator began rubbing against Leigh's thighs as I settled into the bed behind Belle. Willa resumed her position on the far side after she stripped down. Belle gave me a curious look over her shoulder before turning back to Leigh. I snuggled into Belle before nibbling and sucking on her neck and shoulder. As Belle pushed the vibrator between Leigh's labia, I ran my left arm down Belle's back and parted her ass cheeks. I could feel Belle look over her shoulder again, my lips were sucking on her shoulder at that moment, and visually question what I thought I was doing. I could sense a struggle going through her mind by the increased tenseness of her shoulders. She had to be deciding if she would let me distract her or not. A moment later she made up her mind; she bent her leg and pulled her knee toward her chest to make my access to her easier. I scooted farther down so I could move my hand below her ass and begin stroking her cunt, back to front. Belle wiggled the vibrator inside Leigh's cunt as my fingers worked her over. She kept it going until she felt my cock pushing past her ass cheeks. Belle didn't caution me about her anus; she didn't have to. When my cockhead touched her cunt, Belle responded by looking back at me, daring me to stick it in. "Do you want me to stop, Belle?" I gazed into her eyes. Belle's response was to suddenly push down on my cock, pushing it half way in with one thrust. "Fuck," she hissed. I grabbed her hip and finished driving my rod all the way in. I quickly withdrew, then slammed it home again. At the same time, I moved my right hand, pinned underneath me, under Belle's body, until I burrowed to her pelvis. Belle began humming as my hand reached her slender landing strip. I also noticed that her activity with Leigh had lightened up. Her cunt walls strongly massaged my cock's passage and the stimulation was soaking up more and more of Belle's attention. The vibrator cut off. Belle had dropped it so she could start pulling and pinching her breasts as my four fingers began to vigorously rub her clit. For five minutes I kept going at her sideways until she grabbed the sheets so she could shove her body into mine and almost pushed me off the bed. Her climax seized her, her breath came in short gasps and tremors passed from her body to mine. "Damn it," Belle cursed. It took me a moment to figure out what she was pissed about. She began thrusting back against me. "Still hard, huh?" she growled. Why, yes I was, but I wasn't going to tease her about it. I missed the visual exchange between Willa and Belle but the end result was Belle giving in, letting Leigh off the hook. "I'm getting on top, Zane," Belle demanded. What proceeded was a bit of bedroom acrobatics but I kept my cock inside as I moved towards the bed's center while Belle swung up to a reverse cowgirl position. I pushed up, palms on the bed behind me, and watched her ass begin to bounce on my lap. At first, Belle rested her hands on my shins and used that to balance her rocking and thrusting of the hips. "Don't, Zane," Belle panted as I pressed my chest against her back. When I wrapped my arms around her, she made one last protest. "Oh, damn you." I hugged Belle tight, my left arm around her stomach and the right around her chest. She slowed down for a few seconds before turning her upper body so that we could kiss. Our tongues flickered against each other, then slowly danced back and forth between our mouths. "I really should bite you right now," Belle sighed. "What the hell for?" I muttered. "I'm going to have to look across the room now and find a reason for not jumping your bones, you idiot," she breathed in short bursts. "Someone likes being 'Zaned'," Leigh teased. Willa slapped her somewhere; I couldn't see where. "Shut up unless you want to be tied up all night," Willa whispered. I was busy letting my hands migrate over Belle's tight body now that I had 'permission' to sex her up. I let Belle lean into me. Her hands cupped her breasts while my hands went from her shoulders to the top of the tits but avoided the nipples. I skated around her upper chest, linking my hands over her pulsing abdomen then lightly traveling down to her thighs. "You are not in a hurry," Belle observed breathlessly. "It is our first time," I reminded her. "Oh," was all she had to say. Her body rubbing against me was her real reply. It was with gradual ease that we upped our tempo until Belle finally 'gave it up' again. This time I came with her, and I completely spaced about a condom, again. Belle writhed her body against mine for almost a minute as we regained our composure and our breaths. "You came in me, didn't you?" Belle said seriously. "Yeah, I screwed up. I'm sorry," I groaned. "What are we going to name our kid?" Belle showed a tiny bit of mirth. "I'm partial to Beausephus if it is a boy," I told her as I kissed her neck, "and Andromeda if it is a girl." "Our kid is going to kick ass," Belle laughed. "Aren't you on the pill?" Leigh wondered. "Listen, you stupid Cunt," Belle twisted on my semi-rigid cock so she could lock eyes with Leigh, "do I look like I can afford Healthcare?" "Answer me, Bitch," Belle began wiggling off my lap and out of my arms. "Let it go," I begged Belle. "Don't think that just because you have my cock in my cunt, that makes me your bitch," Belle growled to me. "As your friend, I'm asking you to drop, 'my cock'?" I hesitated. "Just because MY cock is in your cunt doesn't make it your cock," I teased. "Crap, slip of the tongue," Belle mumbled. "It's okay," both Leigh and I said. "Several of our girls feel that way," Leigh added. "We feel possessive about that cock." "What she said," I finished. "That's why when it is not attached, I keep it in a locked box." Belle snorted and Willa and Leigh laughed. "You went with the detachable cock?" Belle stared at me. "That's so sad." "Hey, now," I blushed. "I have a horny naked biker babe sitting in my lap, with my cock in her cunt. I'm a little shaken up right now." "You can be real trying at times," Belle leaned into me compassionately. "What? You said you wanted me to try your ass?" I joked. "Okay." Belle's vaginal muscles constricted around my cock, exciting me to hardness again. "You rip up my ass and I'm going to rip off your balls," Belle grinned shark-like. "Your? No, I meant Willa's ass," I verbally back-pedaled. "Look, she's sitting there, ass up looking all inviting, lush, and full-formed." "You wouldn't dare," Willa smirked at me. By her own accounts, Willa loved anal sex, but apparently it wasn't something she normally shared. Belle's instincts were leading her past the deception. "Are you freaky, Willa?" Belle mocked her friend. "Hey," Leigh piped up. "Barbie Lynn likes it and she's no freak." I rolled onto my side, trying to let Belle slide off my shaft. "Am I going somewhere?" Belle turned and joked with me. I shrugged, put my left hand on her shoulder and pumped into her hard several times. "Okay, okay," Belle panted. "Go bang Willa. My cunt is still tingling from the last orgasm, Stud." Belle twisted onto her stomach which allowed my cock to pop free. Belle moaned sensually and lay there for a minute with her eyes closed. Dangerously, Leigh crawled over Belle's still form, retrieved something from Belle's nightstand, and handed it to me, lube. Leigh must have seen Belle pull it out and lube up the vibrator before shoving it in. Belle wasn't a total sadist. I slipped beside Willa who kept drinking me in with her eyes. "Where do you think you are going with that?" she said. Willa remained on her stomach, her ass proudly pointing up and proffered. "Would you like to try anal?" I winked. "I'm sure if you try it, you'll like it." "This won't make me your Old Lady," Willa teased back. "I'll try it. Let's see what you've got." "I only want to make you happy," I breathed into her ear. Willa shivered in anticipation. I brushed her hair to the far side of her head then kissed the top of her neck. Willa began to murmur pleasurably as I trailed butterfly kisses down her spine to her tailbone. A single finger stroked farther down to her cunt and down to her pubic mound. Willa was only lightly shaved, keeping her bush full. The return trip lingered around her anus, pushing slightly and making Willa moan. She opened her legs farther and farther apart as I continued to rub her gently. With my free hand, I opened the tube of lubricant and let it pour down her ass cheeks. I teased her sphincter twice but abandoned it to rub the thick liquid all over her cunt and perineum. Recall that Willa was going through a long, dry spell -- being an undercover officer in an outlaw biker gang, so she was bursting at the seams for sexual contact. "Damn it, Zane," she pleaded. "Willa, you are a freak," Belle chuckled. "Watching him work has gotten me so horny," Leigh whined. I ignored the peanut gallery; I was dripping oil on my three middle fingers, pushing my forefinger against Willa's sphincter. Willa must have really liked her experiences with anal sex because she relaxed her sphincter on contact and let me in. Man, her asshole felt hot compared to the slight chill of the room. My finger corkscrewed past the second knuckle when Willa let out another heartfelt moan. I pushed in a little farther while resuming my kisses on her back. Inside a minute, Leigh had sidled up to Willa and me. Belle had propped herself up with her pillow on the headboard but was studying the three of us intently. "You are acting like you've never seen a three-way before," I commented to Belle. "Not from the outside looking in," Belle shrugged. I had no immediate comeback to that. Saying something like 'maybe next time,' or 'enjoy the show' felt inappropriate. I devoted my attentions to Willa once more instead. Speaking of Willa, she was now relaxed enough for me to stick my ring finger into her anus. I noticed Leigh getting terribly interested in Willa's arousal. "Willa, rise up. Push up off the mattress for me, Babe," I coaxed Willa. She looked back at me, smiled lustfully, and began raising her ass. A few more twist and turns with my fingers and Willa was up on all fours, head down, and her face screened from view by her long, black hair. I was about to encourage Leigh but she was already slipping under Willa and putting her lips to Willa's closest tit. Willa's grunt rose over the sound of Leigh's suckling noise. I had to move completely to Willa's rear to allow Leigh more room to maneuver beneath Willa. Leigh's right hand quickly sought out Willa's cunt while her left began caressing Willa's right breast. I had to admire Leigh's enthusiasm as well as her willingness to not hold Belle's rough treatment against Willa. Belle began to rub her cunny as she watched us play. I also caught Willa shake her head ecstatically when I wormed my third finger into her butthole. "Someone's all excited," Leigh giggled, as she lifted up her fingers that had been in Willa's cunt for me to inspect. They weren't just slick; they dripped with her juices. Finally, Willa had enough. "Enough foreplay, Zane," she gasped. "Put that big cock in me. Stick it to me now." "Ask and you shall receive," I replied. With one hand on her hip and the other one on my rod I placed my throbbing cockhead against her mildly gaping sphincter. I could literally feel the breath slowly exhale from Willa's body as my cock first slipped inside her anal cavity. "Zane, Zane, Zane," she exulted softly as I inched my way inside her rectum. I had been wrong all this time; I had thought I'd never find someone who liked anal sex as much as Barbie Lynn, but here she was. She was tight, hot, and damp. By the snug fit I could tell she had abstained for some time but her reactions were pure pleasure, to me and her. I could also feel Leigh's fingers vibrating rapidly within Willa's cunt as well as her vaginal muscles squeezing them back. I let my penis sit there for a moment before withdrawing all but the head. I repeated this three times, with Willa moaning louder each time I thrust my deepest. "Hammer her," Belle demanded. "Her ass, her rules," I chastised the head Warlord Babe. "Hammer me, Zane," Willa virtually screamed. O-kay then, a hammering I will go. I plunged in without mercy. The first thrust nearly toppled her over but on the second one, I held her hips tightly and she pushed back to meet my attack. The loud smacking of skin began to echo throughout the room. "Don't, stop, un, til, you, fill, me, up," Willa gasped between lighting swift penetrations. I felt like my hips were moving in a blur. Willa's whole body was a mass of spasms beneath me. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," Willa gasped, then she squealed. Yes, squealed like a little school girl. I didn't relent, though. She had told me to keep going, so 'hi-ho, hi-ho, it was off to fuck I go'. I caught sight of an exhausted Willa turning her head sideways and mouthing something to Belle through her mass of hair. Belle tilted her head, then shook it in the negative. "No, you can't keep him," she explained to Willa but for my benefit. "Too many people know he's here. Wait until you get Zane alone before you take him." "Hey! That's our line," Leigh spoke up indignantly. "Kappa Sig property." "You had better put those lips back to work on Willa before I put this vibrator back to work on you," Belle threatened. Leigh huffed, then went back to lip-smacking Willa's tit. "Shit, shit, shit," then a squeal from Willa once more. Damn, that had been a fast one. After that, Willa went down to her elbows, smothering Leigh with her tit. Leigh responded by going hog-wild on the whole breast biting and chewing on the whole damn thing. "Jesus Christ!" Willa howled, followed quickly by the loudest squeal of them all. Her body contractions dissipated what remained of my self-control. I began ejaculating, grinding my hips hard into her ass and plunging to the farthest depths yet. Willa collapsed in a state of perpetual groaning. Belle was kind enough to pull Leigh free before I collapsed on Willa. I barely had the strength to prop myself up on my elbows so as not to crush Willa beneath me. "Willa," Belle mused, "you really are full of surprises." If only she knew, or maybe it was better that she didn't know. It took a physically devastated Willa several seconds to reply. "You aren't going to give me shit about this in front of the other girls, are you?" she asked. Willa was a probationary Warlord so her reputation was incredibly vulnerable. "Yeah; let me see," Belle ticked off events; while massaging Leigh's half-raised leg from knee to inner thigh, "From the sounds of it he nailed Fontana Palmer thrice; before coming up here, kicking my ass, then fucking me so good all the lights came on. Then he rolled you over and plowed your ass through three orgasms, no." "They'll strap Zane down to the pool table for one hell of a weekend," Belle pointed out. "All the guys will resent him for that, so they'll bust him up and put him in the hospital where he can't perform for a month. Then the female riot ensues. I don't need that kind of hassle." "Thanks for looking out for me," I mocked. "Eh, you are almost a friend," Belle smiled. "Okay, on that note I'm going to take Leigh and leave," I began getting out of bed. Leigh had enough common sense to look to Belle for permission before climbing over Belle's legs and hopping free. "Try to keep the noise down," Belle teased as I opened the door. "I think Leigh's cunt has been abused enough for one night," I shook my head. "We are going downstairs to cuddle." "Nah-uh," Leigh said as she grabbed my hand. "Penetration, orgasm, cuddle; that's the way it's going to go." "No, wait," Leigh corrected herself. "Penetration, orgasm, orgasm, cuddle is how it's going to go." I'm sure Willa and Belle heard my groan of despair as I shut their door. "Leigh, your cunt looks much abused," I told her. "How about we not have sex tonight?" "After all I went through, please," she begged. "How about we have a sex-date later this week," I suggested. "I want to spend some time with you," Leigh pouted. "Leigh, I have Fall Break this week," I informed her. "We can have as much time as you like." "You do?" Leigh visibly perked up. "Oh, thank God," she then moaned. "I can barely walk, I'm so sore." "Do you still want to cuddle?" I asked. "I'd love to, Zane," she sighed, as she put her arm around my waist. "I want you to know that if it wasn't for Tawny, we really would keep you as our sex slave," she added lovingly. Yay me. "That's it," I snarled. "I'm going to go over there one night, tie all of you up, and butt-fuck the lot of you." "Oh, that sounds like fun," Leigh giggled. "Would we be tied up side by side so we could watch you do it to the sister next to us?" "Are you taking freak lessons from Rio?" I wondered. "Because you are starting to scare me." "Nope. Frankly, with the way she wields that strap-on, she kind of scares us," Leigh confessed. Ah, an unlooked for benefit of my Direct-to-Video lifestyle; I have provided the World with a warning label for Rio. Speaking of Rio, when we arrived at the sofa we discovered that she'd crawled up on it and was fast asleep again. I draped my blanket over her then curled up with Leigh in the quilt I had originally taken out for Rio. I lay down on my back and Leigh curled up on top of me. She started to say something to me but was overtaken by a yawn. She put her ear to my chest, yawned again then started snoring. I must have nodded off right after that because the next thing I knew Jill was shaking us awake gently. "Leigh," she inquired, "are you staying for breakfast?" "Sure, Aunt Jill," she yawned. "Let me get cleaned up and I'll help out in the kitchen." "Thank you, dear," Jill grinned. Leigh scampered off to the bathroom while Jill went to the kitchen. Rio was blissfully asleep still. I followed Jill into the kitchen and leaned against the counter while she soaked a paper towel under the faucet. "Did you sleep well last night?" I questioned. "Oh, Zane," Jill smiled serenely, "I learned to sleep through your antics several weeks ago." She dabbed my cheek, the one Belle had popped last night. It stung but I manned-up and took my mothering like a big boy. I made sure the ladies upstairs were awake before doubling back on my room to get dressed for Church. Fontana and Valarie propped themselves up and took in the show. As I was making sure my tie looked good in the mirror, I caught Fontana smacking her daughter in the forehead. "Sleep with that young man, damn it," she advised forcefully. "Subtle, Mom," Valarie groused back. "I mean, he's standing right there." "What do you think, Zane?" Fontana chuckled. "Do you mind me giving my daughter some helpful advice?" "I'm not going to step into that conversation, Fontana," I evaded, "and Val, that was a mean thing you did to Leigh. Belle was unforgiving." "She should learn to use a door like a normal person," Valarie smirked. "I am just warning you that Belle is particular about her private space," I cautioned her. "Valarie, you should clear the air with Belle," Fontana advised her daughter. "This is her home too and her territory." "I'll take care of it," Valarie yawned then shrugged. I had the feeling she wasn't taking this seriously. "Let's get some food, Mom. I still need to get dressed for Church too." Oh, Valarie didn't know the half of it, but I managed to keep Rio and her from ragging on Belle when they learned that Belle had lost a 'bet' with me and had to wear a dress to church along with the rest of them. Rio turned out to be hangover proof. Jill cooked up a wonderful breakfast and Leigh received her measure of revenge when she, Belle, and I had to go over to the Kappa Sigma house to find a dress that fit. Oh, those sorority girls were walking a thin line between cordiality and an ass-whooping because Belle wasn't in the mood to take shit from anyone. Tawny was a big help and Jersey provided the acceptable black dress for Belle to wear. Ricky provided the stockings and shoes. "The first one to say a damn thing dies," Belle glared at the assembly back at my house when she walked in the door. Jill must have missed that. When she came downstairs and saw Belle, she walked up and hugged her. "You look beautiful, Belle," Jill said while examining her. "Ah, thanks, Jill," Belle looked around evasively. Had anyone else said or done that, we would have died. Jill received a weak smile instead. Belle ended up in Sunday school class with Jill, who introduced her as Belle Kennan -- and no one made the connection despite Belle's constant scowl. Rio bringing Belle around to the Masters clan did something to ameliorate the situation. Suddenly having the young unattached males of the church pay attention to her was something Belle found downright darkly amusing. Rio was running around, introducing Belle as her Aunt from Michigan -- very single and clearly well-connected. Rochelle Wellington was the only one to figure out the ruse and she said nothing. Once we got home, Belle couldn't wait to be shed of those clothes. I took them back to the Kappa Sigmas with my gratitude for helping out yet again. When I came back I found Belle standing alone on the back porch. "Penny for your thoughts," I said. "I really ought to punch your lights out for putting me through that," she opened up. "I fucked three of those guys in high school and they didn't even recognize me now. I was in a pretty dress, a touch of make-up, and hung around with rich friends and; BANG; suddenly I wasn't the poor, dirty tramp in their eyes anymore." "Who gives a crap what they think or remember?" I countered. "You are still the same unique you no matter how you dress." Calling Belle beautiful was pointless, true but pointless, because she would have read that as me trying to get back into her pants. "You've never wanted for anything in your life," she mused. "What the fuck?" I rounded on her. "Bitch, for two years I only got to take showers when it rained; forget having any deodorant, and for amusement we played tag with pythons because we only had electricity when someone was pedaling the bicycle." She rounded on me with an angry rebuttal but immediately burst out laughing. "Yeah," she snickered, "and I finally got it out of Jill what a bad little monkey you were too. She told me you had 30 girlfriends and would screw around behind Tim's back all the time. You were a slut too." "Where? Belle, look around you," I grinned. "I am still a slut and proud of it." "Fuck you," she smiled. "Here I was getting worked up into a true fury and you come along and cheer me up." "That's what friends are for," I quipped. "I should have shoved Rio's head down that toilet," Belle teased. "You really complicate my life. Let's go in and grab a bite before we get all mushy." That First Time Fontana wasn't leaving until the morning so Valarie decided to spend another night at my place. I didn't want another night on the sofa so I opted for Rio and me to crash out in my dorm for the night. Vivian would be gone for the week; I hoped she would be spending quality time with her boyfriend Thomas. Barbie Lynn would be around once she saw her family off, but Opal, Brandi, and Paige, plus Christina and company, were gone for the week. They were all due back Saturday afternoon. The dark lining to this silver cloud was that both Paige and Heaven were; 'needy', and that didn't bode well for my Saturday night upon their return. That left us with twelve other girls on my floor tonight, one of which was Iona. She had decided that her time was better spent keeping Rio and me in line than being bored out of her skull back in her hometown. I was sure the fact that we would have a good deal of unobstructed time together had nothing to do with it. Iona was cuddled up with me on my right side on the large sofa closest to my bedroom screens. On my left, Rio was slouched down, channel surfing. She never stayed on any program long enough to see if it was any good. She was bored and angry. I was peripherally aware of someone activating the door and coming up but I wasn't paying too much attention until I noticed someone standing there and looking around for somebody. It was Mercy. I could hardly believe it. Our eyes met and she shrugged in confusion. She couldn't see Rio because my buddy's head was below the top of the back of the sofa. I surreptitiously moved my left arm over the top and then pointed down to where she was. Mercy's eyes lit up and she skipped on over, her bouncing proving to me she was braless. Rio was in such a foul mood, she didn't notice, so Mercy began leaning over until her shadow interfered with the suspended lighting. Finally, Rio rotated her face up to see what the problem was and looked right into Mercy's eyes. "Hey, you," Rio sounded remarkably nonchalant. "Hello, Rio," Mercy grinned hopefully. "I convinced my parents that I had to stay." "That's nice," Rio shrugged. Considering all the hell Rio had put me through during Homecoming and this weekend about Mercy being gone, I wanted to start punching her. "I wore my collar all weekend," she indicated the collar Rio (me, really) got her that had the school colors but Rio's initials on it. "I expressly forbid you from doing anything that might tip your parents off," Rio shook her head. "Simple fucking instructions and you manage to screw that up," she sighed. "I'm going to have to spank that kitty, aren't I?" Mercy's smile grew absolutely wanton. "I bet you are not wearing underwear, you tramp," Rio looked put out. "I seem to have lost them on the way over here," Mercy beamed. "Really? 'I lost them' is the best you can come up with? Give me some nipple-age, damn it," Rio insisted. Mercy bent over farther while Rio unbuttoned Mercy's shirt. "Remember, I'm only biting and sucking on these bad babies because you've been naughty, not because I enjoy it," Rio informed Mercy as she wiggled up to meet those naked breasts half way. "Okay," Mercy sighed happily as the first dangling breast went into Rio's mouth and her lips sucked the nipple in so her tongue could abuse it. Rio alternated between Mercy's tits, slurping and nibbling but not really biting down, as promised. She also reached up and grabbed her lover's shoulders, pulling her farther and farther. I was sure Mercy's feet had come off the ground. I would have looked but Iona took that moment to begin massaging my thigh. I looked to her; she was looking over at Rio and Mercy when Mercy started tumbling head first onto the sofa. Rio rolled Mercy onto her back, her skirt bunching up around her waist to reveal her baby-smooth cunt. "You are my bitch, Bitch," Rio growled as she pressed down on Mercy and tried to kiss her. "No, no," Mercy giggled as she kicked her heels, shook her head from side to side in an effort to avoid the kiss. "Please, let me go. I don't want to be kissed, or licked, or spanked, or have my body abused all week long. No, that would be horrible. Please, please, please, release me. I'll be good. I won't tell a soul about the terrible things you have planned for me." Rio hovered there, clearly in shock. "Why you rebellious little slut," Rio gasped. "Oh, I'm going to ream your ass for that little outburst." "Eeep!" Mercy squeaked. "Move that butt to the boudoir, you skanky whore," Rio pulled Mercy off the sofa, then spanked her bottom. Mercy looked over her shoulder fearfully and hurried that way with Rio in hot pursuit. Iona stood up, pulled on my arm and led my gaze to their retreating forms. "You want to join them?" I questioned. "I want to watch," Iona clarified. "They are so much in love; it is a beautiful thing to witness." "That it is," I agreed as I stood up as well. I led her toward my bedroom, Iona squeezing my hand tightly. "Also, getting naked under the covers with you has its own appeal," Iona gave me a cute, hopeful look. "What makes you think I'll get naked?" I teased. "Well, Zane, you are my friend, and you're easy," she teased right back. Ouch! "I prefer easily accessible, thank you very much," I stated indignantly. "Have you been taking etiquette lessons from Rio?" "Zane," Iona pouted. "That was unfair. I'd never abuse you the way Rio does, or Barbie Lynn, or Paige, or Heaven." As we rounded the last turn in the Chinese screen maze that separated my sleeping quarters from the rest of the floor, Rio was pushing Mercy face-first onto her (Rio's) side of the bed. Rio squatted behind Mercy. Mercy's torso was on the bed but her legs were still splayed over the edge. Rio probed forward, took a lick of that cunt, then another, before spanking Mercy's right cheek. "Has anybody else been using what is mine?" Rio inquired threateningly. Mercy shook her head violently in the negative. "Are you sure?" Rio persisted. "You are pretty clueless. Someone might have sexed you up while telling you they were doing your taxes, or something stupid like that. Did you let someone do your taxes?" Again Mercy shook her head 'no'. "Well ,  I don't trust you," Rio mused. "Zane, come over here." By this time, I was naked, I take off my clothes really fast because I hang around with some impatient women, and Iona was down to her socks and panties. "Sure," I responded. I walked around the bed until I was looking over Rio's shoulder. "Does this cunt and asshole look used to you?" Rio asked me. I reached out and with my forefinger, rubbed along Mercy's slit, starting with her clit. It was still a small nub but a few circles by my finger brought her out to play. Mercy moaned, wiggling her hips as she did. I scooped up from there, dipping between her labia until her fluids coated my fingers. I brought the finger up for a taste. "Yum," I grinned at Rio, who double-pumped her eyebrows and smiled like the madwoman she was. I stuck my finger back in Mercy's cunt to get it nice and wet again, causing Mercy to moan repeatedly. This time, I placed my finger against her anus. I rubbed it around but didn't try to press it in. The moment Mercy decided I wasn't going to give it to her, she thrust back, trying to drive my probing digit inside of her anyway. Rio smacked Mercy's ass to make her stop. "No, you don't, Wench," Rio threatened. "Rio, your baby-girl is pristine, she's nice and tight," I informed my buddy. "Thanks, Zane," Rio snickered. "I can never tell with this slut, she's always so horny. Or maybe I'm always so horny for her, I get those confused." "How about option three: you both are hot, horny babes addicted to each other's bodies?" I offered. "I really don't care what Mercy feels," Rio lied. "She's only serves as a vessel for my lusts. Don't you exist to be solely a receptacle for my lusts, Slut-Bunny?" Mercy slid down the bed until her knees touched the ground. She turned around to the less than amused Rio, waddled up to her lover and wrapped her arms around Rio's waist, hugging her tight. "Yes, yes, yes," Mercy murmured contentedly. "What the, listen, you sk- --" Rio started out angrily. She never finished calling Mercy a 'skank'. She hesitantly, then gently, ran her fingers through Mercy's hair. "I missed you so much, I was going nuts without you; just ask Zane," Rio gave her heartfelt confession. "Rio," Mercy looked up as Rio petted her head, "I've given this a lot of thought and I want you to be my first, tonight, right now," Mercy pleaded. Rio's eyes shot a panicked look in my direction. 'You can handle this,' I mouthed my assurance to my Best Buddy. Rio returned her gaze to Mercy and tilted her lover's head up until their eyes met. "You know there is no coming back from this," Rio stated. Mercy nodded. "This will make you mine forever," Rio said next. Mercy nodded with greater vigor. "You know I am a complete fucking train-wreck and am more likely to ruin your whole damn life than make you happy." "I am yours and you are mine," Mercy whispered, mimicking the tattoo Rio had placed on Mercy's back. "I can't do this," Rio stroked Mercy's cheek. Mercy looked devastated. "We are both wearing clothes, how can we properly make love if we are both still wearing clothes?" Mercy gawked, then shoved her face into Rio's stomach and bit down, hard, it appeared. "Ow, Bitch!" Rio screamed. "That hurt." "Rio, you nearly scared me to death." Mercy sounded so pitiful as she looked back up at Rio. I really had no idea how Rio's twisted, crazy mind would take that. For a second, I thought she'd explode, Rio didn't take pain like a rational person. "I apologize, Love. I have no excuse," Rio responded softly. She even used the 'L' word. "Really?" Mercy whispered. Rio nodded. "Will you do me one favor?" "Okay," Rio replied cautiously. "Please never apologize to me again, my Love," Mercy pleaded. "It scares me nearly as much as you being mean to me a moment ago." Rio studied Mercy for a few seconds. "Did you use the 'L' word?" Rio glared at Mercy. Mercy's eyes grew wide; she then buried her face back into Rio's stomach and began kissing away. "No, you don't, Wench. I will not be mollified by your sloppy, wet kisses. Strip your ass down and get into bed. Mom is going to go primeval on every inch of your smoking hot Temple of Babylon." Mercy smiled, spun around, and quick-stepped as fast as she could back to the bed while still on her knees. Rio flashed me a look that spoke of a happiness I had never seen in her before. She was slipping out of her skirt as she hopped her way to her dresser, undoubtedly to get some toys. As for me, I crawled past Mercy and slipped under the covers held open by Iona. "Should we leave?" Iona whispered to me. "Mercy is somewhat of an exhibitionist and I doubt Rio cares," I answered quietly. "In that case, let me get close to Mercy in case she needs some comforting," Iona told me under her breath. Before I could reason that out, she snuck her naked, tight little body over mine and slid under the covers to be close to Mercy. Iona reached out a hand tentatively toward Mercy. Mercy regarded it, gave Iona a warm smile, and placed her fingers in Iona's palm. Rio affixed her modest-sized strap-on and lubed it up before walking over to Mercy. Her lover seemed entranced with the way the false phallus bobbed about as it approached her. Rio threw back the blanket roughly so she could gaze down at Mercy's beautiful naked form. Instinctively, Mercy began to move her knees up to her chest. "What's that?" Rio pointed to Mercy's hand being held by Iona. Mercy started to withdraw it when, "Did I tell you to move it?" Mercy stopped. "Put that hand back and put those legs down, you insipid cow." Down came Mercy's legs with a muffled thud. "Now I'm going to fuck you like I own you," Rio growled. "You do own me," Mercy chirped. "I'm yours." "Are you ready for me to pound that cunt?" Rio glared. "Yes," Mercy moaned softly. "Well, tough," Rio smirked. "You don't tell me what to do. I'm going to do this at my own pace, damn it." She sidled down to the foot of the bed while still facing Mercy. With delicate ease, Rio lowered her lips to Mercy's right big toe, kissed it then began sucking on it. Mercy had raised her chin to her chest so she could meet Rio's steady gaze. As Rio began playing with her toes, Mercy shivered and groaned. When Rio switched to the left foot, Mercy whimpered. "Please, Rio," she moaned. "Hush, you," Rio mumbled around the current toe she was sucking on. "You are my plaything and I'll do what I want with you." Mercy's head fell back on the pillow as she clutched Iona's hand tightly. Iona seemed totally taken with events. She had rolled on her side so I cuddled behind her, my cock pressing against the small of her back, and began kissing her shoulder. Iona pushed back into me and wiggled her ass against my thighs. She also reached back, took my free hand in her own then placed them together on her stomach. She matched me as I traced small circles over her torso. "I hope I find someone who makes me that happy," Iona murmured. "You'll find someone worthy of you, Iona," I replied quietly. She tilted her head to give me better access to her neck. "I believe I will, Zane," Iona purred. "Now I know what to look for." Rio was taking her sweet time with Mercy, torturing the poor girl with lust. Iona actually scooted over and gave Mercy a quick peck on the cheek to comfort her. She was back in my arms before Mercy could decide to take shelter in Iona's innocent sexuality. This was Rio and Mercy's moment and we knew she shouldn't forget that. When Rio got to the knees, she pressed Mercy's legs farther apart and rotated the hips so she could access the back of Mercy's knees. She was running the tip of her tongue along the inner joint, driving Mercy nuts. The girl was humping her crotch up in the air and began pinching her right nipple. "None of that, you cougar-wannabe," Rio snapped. "You can't toy with my playground. It's mine." Mercy's face scrunched up in frustration as a single tear escaped her left eye. Mercy's free right arm began to flail about as Rio reluctantly stopped teasing the knees and began nibbling her way up Mercy's thigh. Iona felt the sympathetic energy and began massaging her left breast. "Please don't," she gulped as I moved my hand to her right breast. "I'll lose it and this should be their time, not mine." "Yes, Mistress Iona," I teased quietly. "Whatever you desire." Iona pummeled me with her ass against my thighs. "Behave," she sighed. Rio kept pushing Mercy's legs to the side until she was face (and lips) to Mercy's smooth cunt, letting the breath from her nostrils tickle the surface. "Something's been drooling, all," was all Rio got out before Mercy exploded into orgasm. "MotherfuckingChristGoddamn!" Mercy howled. Her whole body shook like an epileptic seizure had taken over. "Cunt-muncher," Rio sputtered. "Did you just squirt in my face?" Mercy was in no shape for an immediate reply. I didn't help matters when I snickered at Rio as her face rose above Mercy's thighs. Syrupy vaginal fluid was dripping off her nose and chin. Rio glared at me. I had a sinking feeling she was about to exile me from my room. "I'm, I'm sorry," Mercy groaned. "I was thinking weak, pathetic, or nasty," Rio grumbled. She began stalking up Mercy's body on all fours until she was face-to-face with her toy. "Was that the extent of your apology?" Mercy propped herself up feebly and began to lick Rio's face clean. "If I'm not satisfied, no fucking for you tonight," Rio taunted her. That spurred Mercy on. She was sucking Rio's eyelids and eyebrows, licking her cheeks, jaw and neck as if her life depended on it. Mercy ended up trying to French kiss Rio but she was having none of that. "Do you think I've got some of your cunt juice hiding under my tongue?" Rio quizzed her. Mercy gave a short, energetic nod. Rio cracked a smile and her lips and Mercy dove up to literally tongue-fuck Rio's mouth until she was thoroughly satisfied she'd gotten every drop. "No, you don't," Rio chastised her. "I know what you are doing and it is not going to work. I'm going to spank that sopping wet kitty and there's nothing you can do to distract me." "Have mercy," Mercy pleaded convincingly. "Oh, I am going to have Mercy again and again and again," Rio mocked her lover. Rio retreated down Mercy until her false cock slipped past her pubic mound. Rio used her right hand to guide the dildo up and down between her labia. The response was tiny simpering noises from Mercy. When Rio let the tip enter her cunt, Mercy became very still. "Relax, Babe," Rio urged her gently. "It will make it less uncomfortable." Rio avoided using the word pain. "Deep breaths, Babe," Rio soothed her. "Think about how much pleasure you feel when I shove this cock up your ass. It will be the same way with your cunt, but better." I could tell Mercy was really trying and that was the problem; she was trying too hard. Rio had an answer for that though. "I've got a better idea," Rio grinned wickedly. She pulled out of Mercy and waggled her phallus at her mate. "I'm not going to do all the damn work, you perverted minx. Hike up those legs and spread them wide, none of this folding at the knees crap. I'm going to mount you like John Smith ambushed Pocahontas, leaving you stupefied and wondering who the fuck just hammered you through the New World." "I'm going to fuck you harder than the Pilgrims screwed over the Wampanoag, you are going to ride my cock 'til dawn." I image the rest of us clearly showed our amazement that Rio knew so much, well, of anything, much less American History. "What the fuck?" Rio took in our gawking. "I read, things, occasionally. Don't look so shocked." "Iona," Rio added, as she went back to looking down on her woman, "get my camera phone. I want to record this moment for posterity." "Zane?" Iona whispered to me. She didn't want to put either Rio or Mercy at risk of exposure. "Its fine," I petted her shoulder. "You can make sure the file is secure." "I'm okay with it," Mercy assured Iona. "I trust Rio." "Be quiet, Pumpkin," Rio sneered. "This is going up on YouTube fifteen minutes after we are done. I'm going to title it: Lush Virgin Innocent plundered by Psycho Mistress." I groaned as Iona slipped off the bed to get the phone. "What; not descriptive enough?" "Plunder me! Plunder me!" Mercy meeped. Rio slapped both of Mercy's nipples. "Hush, you," Rio glared at Mercy. "The only thing I want coming out of that mouth had better be your tongue in my cunt." Iona walked up and handed the phone to Rio. "You keep it, Iona," Rio told her. "You'll get a girl's point of view. With Zane, it will be nothing but tits and ass." We both knew that wouldn't be the case, most likely wouldn't be the case. Iona returned to my side but was sitting up on her knees. She looked at the image in the phone and edged forward. I moved in behind her so that my stomach was against her buttocks. I remained reclining. Iona reached out and took Mercy's hand once more. "I'm ready," Iona said softly. Mercy paled, biting her lip over her dual anxieties. Rio had let slip a serious yet compassionate facial expression which reaffirmed that her Mistress was about to take her. The other was the originally unlooked for trait of Mercy the Exhibitionist. Oh, it terrified her that her sexuality would be discovered, but that thrill only made her actions that much more vibrant and alive. Rio positioned her fake phallus at the gateway to Mercy's virginity again. She leaned over Mercy, her arms resting on her fists to either side of Mercy's breasts, but her lady was taller and Rio couldn't quite span the gap between their faces. "Get up here and kiss me, Mercy," Rio said, choked with emotion. "Kiss me one more time as my fuck toy. Next time we kiss, you'll be my girlfriend." Mercy used her right elbow to prop herself up until her lips met with Rio's. "Are you going to own me, use me, and protect me forever and ever?" Mercy pleaded. "Baby-cakes, I own you for all time, I am never going to become tired of using you, and if anyone except me lays a finger on you, I'll wipe out their whole fucking family," Rio recited her twisted version of a marital vow with the tenderness of a child addressing a kitten. "Thank you for choosing me," Mercy fought back tears. The kiss she gave Rio was long, passionate, and steeped in familiarity. Mercy was still enraptured with the declaration and kiss when Rio pushed forward. Mercy's hymen tore, completing her evolution from the blindly obedient school girl that had come to my room as one of the Chancellor's enforcers so few weeks ago into the woman who dared to experiment with her deepest erotic desires. Mercy's eyes welled up with tears due to the pain. She trembled and her lips quivered. Rio didn't relent despite her lover's pain. She drove the dildo in relentlessly to the hilt. She ground the strap-on's base against Mercy's clit, withdrew a half inch, then slammed down hard. At the same time, she moved her left hand around to the back of Mercy's head, grabbed a handful of hair and forced Mercy into another kiss. "What are you, my little Orgasmic Bombshell?" Rio demanded. "I'm your girlfriend," Mercy sobbed through the renewing pain. "You don't sound very convinced," Rio insisted. "Am I going to have to put a ring on that clit?" she bumped Mercy's clit again, causing Mercy to gulp and whimper. "Not enough to teach your confused, simple mind who the boss is? Nipple rings it is, then," Rio taunted with all apparent seriousness. "You still don't get it?" Mercy shook her head, tears starting to seep down her cheeks as Rio kept fucking her. "Nose ring?" That suggestion seemed to scare the girl, probably because hiding such a piercing would be difficult. "Oh, sigh," Rio exaggerated. "I guess nothing but putting a ring on that finger will beat the point home." Mercy's eyes grew wide and her mouth gaped open. "Of course, that makes me your husband and Master, none of this wife-shit for me. You'll have to do double duty as wife and sexual gratification machine, available for sex on demand." "Okay," Mercy wept joyously. "I am so annoyed with you right now, Annoyer." Annoy equals love; that pretty much symbolized those two. "Mercy, if you fail me this time, I'm going to clone fifty of me and fuck you until you explode," Rio threated. Damn, Rio was so often unhinged from reality and common sense. I figured the only reason Mercy didn't rebel right then and there was that she knew Rio couldn't really clone herself. Otherwise, death by multiple orgasm was exactly how Mercy would chose to exit her mortal coil, and Rio knew it. She also knew she was hammering Mercy into another orgasm quickly. "Christ-fuck-shit-hell!" Mercy screamed. Her legs vibrated then fell to either side of Rio. She wept, screamed, and convulsed on the bed but her Mistress held her firm by the hips and head. When Mercy finally collapsed, boneless from the exertion, Rio gently withdrew her cock from Mercy's cunt and settled on Mercy's right side, studying her intently. Mercy's chest rose in ragged pulses for over a minute. Her first act was to release Iona's hand and carefully place it on her labia, dabbed it gently, then drew the results up to her face. Vaginal fluid mixed with a trace of blood was what she saw. Mercy's smile returned then. She rolled facing Rio and curled submissively into Rio's body, her head resting between Rio's breasts. The four of us were quiet for some time. It was Mercy who broke the silence. "I'm okay," she murmured into Rio's chest. It took Rio nearly half a minute to respond. "You talk too much," Rio whispered to Mercy as she stroked her hair. "I think you can find something better to do with that mouth, so get to it." Mercy began suckling. "Good girl." By FinalStand for Literotica.

Christian College Sex Comedy: Part 29 Barbie Lynn s Genetics In 30 parts, By FinalStand. Listen to the podcast at Explicit Novels.   Nymphomania, while enticing to consider, is still utter madness when experienced. "Why Mr. Zane, my Barbie Lynn has told us so many wonderful things about you," she sounded so sugary that the honeyed words flowed off her tongue in a manner that was barely coherent. Also, her eyes flickered to the shower where I'd nailed Barbie Lynn repeatedly for forty minutes not all that long ago. Next to me Thomas grunted something that sounded like 'hello'. "I'm sure she's exaggerated to my betterment," I pulled that banter out of my tush, my brain was suffering catastrophic blood loss. "I can't wait to live in this dorm next year," Laramie came across with a nearly a molasses like drawl as well. "Zane, will you let me use this room next year?" "Dude! This is your room?" Jefferson perked up. "Mom, I have to come here next year!" "Um, yes Laramie, I'm going to hold this room open to every girl, and perhaps guy, in the dorm. I don't need much space," I said, "so keep out of the way of housekeeping and we are good. Also, you are immune from Handmaiden's Duty while here." "Oh, I was thinking about the game stations, satellite dishes and cable hook-ups," Jefferson added. Jefferson Davis, that name rang a bell. "Come on now Honey, a man can't go to a women's," Savannah let that sentence die unfinished. For me, it was keep the lone male status quo; or to get a good night's sleep'. "Mrs. Masters, I offer a thin hope for your son; if your daughter could line up some upstanding seniors and juniors, he might slip in under the Zane Exception to the enrollment policy," I told her. "You'd do that for Jeff?" Savannah took off her sunglasses and bit one of its arms. "Ma'am, I'd wrestle an alligator blindfolded for your daughter. I would certainly put in a good word for her brother," I smiled. I had no idea how tough alligators could be but I knew about crocodiles and those were some mean mothers in their own right. Still, faced with alligator wrestling or no anal-sex with Barbie Lynn, I was getting a belt, handbag and new shoes, damn it. The odds of getting Jeff in were long, Victoria barely suffered Heaven being around, and it would take an act of the Southern Baptist Convention to bring in a male to replace me when I was gone. "It would give your Father another option for Jefferson if you could do this Barbie Lynn," Savannah politely replied. "That would be great," the kid rejoiced. Yes, he was a fully functioning teenage male. "Zane can move mountains when he sets his mind to it," Barbie Lynn winked at me. Thomas saw it but was caught off-guard. "Let me show you my bedroom," Barbie offered her kin. They turned and the women sashayed away while Jeff had an almost run-in with Raven and 'company'. Each woman shot a look over their shoulder and smiled at me at some point along their journey which boded trouble. "I apologize, Zane," Thomas mumbled. "I thought, deep down, you were weak for submitting to your lusts. Now, I don't, I don't think that anymore." "Don't sweat it," I smiled. "It is only another day for me ending in y." "And don't you be forgetting about me, and how tough it has been resisting Zane," Vivian warned the man she was hoping to marry. "A wife should obey her husband," he started, "and a husband should know when to shut up." Lunch and what comes after I dropped Ms. Reveal's lunch off with just enough sassiness to make her smile and believe that our bad episode was behind us. She sent me to the Vice Chancellor's office a minute later, and while Doctor Victoria Scarlett was conversing over the phone, I felt comfortable to set her meal up in front of her and mine across her desk. Victoria only had this canned ice tea in her mini-frig so I swiped two and set one before her and opened mine. I wasn't exactly sure what it was, it was pretending to be Southern Ice Tea and I pretended to like it. The best thing I could say about it was it was cold. This was our fourth "working" lunch where she would insidiously fill my head with her philosophy and I'd causally remind her that women ran this government, not me; I was a figurehead. "What are you doing for New Year's Eve?" she inquired as she daintily cleaned off some crouton crumbs on her cheek. Her look was very intense. I wasn't getting 'quite' sexual signs from her but something, somehow this was personal. That could only mean one thing. "I'm spending it with Ms. Rio Talen but no set location has been chosen," I replied. "Oh," she paused then, "There is a Science Fiction convention in Seattle that runs from December 29th to through the 1st. My friends and I are attending and Hical asked about you." "Deal but we have to fit Rio in," I agreed. "I can send some Universe, TV and movie series and well as costuming information for her to look over," Victoria agreed tentatively. "No need, she's a Klingon, a small craft captain whose Father betrayed the Empire and whose survival is a stain on her honor," I told her. "With that barely constrained fury, she's a natural. You teach her how to use that bat-a-rang and," "Batleth," Victoria interjected. "Wicked-curved-bladey thing," I continued, "and you'll see. Oh, I'll need an Orion Slave Girl outfit and some green body paint for Mercy and all of her stuff by October 30th, cost is not an object." "I'll call my outfitter when you leave and I must say you are taking this rather well," Doctor Scarlet noted. "Why? I had a blast in your office that time," I admitted. "As long as I'm not crawling in, screaming fur-balls, I'm okay. I'll be a human Starfleet Doctor Xeno-biologist who has done surgery on multiple species. A "Doctors Without Borders" kind of guy. I'll get Cordelia to build me an actual tricorder, trust me." We ate, she asked for my sizes, I gave her Rio's and Mercy's sizes; at the Con we were all 'Next Gen' except Mercy who would be Old School for Halloween. She offered me a chance to be a Borg but since they all looked to be in desperate need of a sun tan, I declined. All in all, it barely took twenty minutes. "You did a very good job as Mediator this morning," the Vice Chancellor added as I made to leave. "It is not so rough," I grinned. "WWKSD?" "Wha, oh," she smiled warmly. "What would King Solomon do, clever." "Hell, the Bible has a whole book called Judges. This shit ain't so hard," I laughed as I breezed out the door. Ms. Reveal was waiting, as was Heaven. Heaven had to exert some will to not kiss me on the spot. Christina had lectured us on P D A, public displays of affection, during Homecoming. The more people who knew about us, the more the outcry and the stronger Chancellor's radical decision to keep Heaven on as part as the student body, would be challenged. As it was, our hands would casually brush one another until we got inside my dorm where I chased Heaven up the stairs, pinching her ass every time I caught up. After entering my code, I gauged Heaven's mood deciding we needed some quiet time; there would be too much traffic over most of the floor, and Heaven being too vocal, to get away with sex; and cuddling would be fine anyway. I caught sight of Rio with one of my Marksmanship team mates, Genesis. "Hey Zane," Genesis stood up. She was a weird one, going from borderline contempt to grudging respect over the last two weeks. If I didn't know the impossibilities, I'd think she had a boyfriend. "Hope wants everyone at the Amory for an equipment check at seven. We leave at 8:15." Heaven held my hand tightly. "Boudoir occopodo," Rio snickered as Genesis made her exit. Heaven's grip nearly crushed my hand, ouch. "Babe," I whispered to Heaven, "let me check this out." I disentangled myself and went for the wall of screens that separated my bedroom area from the rest of the floor. "Get some popcorn and get ready to sit a spell," Rio joked to Heaven who grumbled. I went around to see who, or whom, were using my room. Inside was not what I expected. Savannah Belafonte Masters had taken off her top (which was peach) and was rummaging with growing frustration through Barbie Lynn's bra drawer. I saw some grape juice splashed on her beige skirt. She saw me, pulled up her shirt to cover her bra-covered assets while looking a bit fearful and upset. "What are you doing in here?" she asked softly. "It is my bedroom," I replied. "What are you doing in my bedroom?" "But, but Barbie Lynn's stuff is in here," she gasped. "That would because it is her room too, we sleep together," I answered. That slowed her up for a second. "Can I help you with something?" "I, I, I spilled juice on my shirt," she began. "And your skirt," I pointed out." "Oh no," she choked back a sob. "What am I going to do? I'm a mess and none of Barbie Lynn's bras, shirts, or skirts are going to fit me." I mused over that for a second. "I've stashed some bra extensions around here somewhere and that should allow for the difference is sizes between you and Barbie," I said. "Now give me your skirt and I'll find a replacement." She hesitated so I added. "I'm not going to molest one of my best friends' mom, Savannah. Give me your skirt and I'll take care of everything." This time she did it, though I had to turn my back. I padded back out to Rio and Heaven who had just returned with the popcorn. "Rio, Heaven, I need you to break into Chancellor Bazz' residence and steal a skirt like this," I offered up Savannah's. "Hell yeah," Rio exulted. "Time for a little Breaking  Entry." "Oh, what the fuck," Heaven shrugged. "Count me in." She gave me a quick kiss and the two miscreants headed out on their nefarious mission. I went back to the bedroom and stumbled into Savannah, now with her bra off, eyeing two of Barbie Lynn's double barreled slingshots. Our eyes locked. "Right," I spun away. "Bra extensions." "Zane, do you think I'm attractive?" Barbie Lynn's Mom asked. When women say that, they can mean three things;          the truth,          the lure, or          the lie. Some women want to know if you find them attractive. Others want you to find them attractive for nefarious means. Lastly, a few woman want to be reminded that they are beautiful. Savannah was the latter. "If you are asking me if you are as good looking as Barbie Lynn, Mrs. Masters, I'll have to say no but that's because you are a lady who is fully a woman and Barbie Lynn is still leaving some of the girl behind. There is no comparison. You are both hot," I affirmed. "I don't know," she sighed. "It is with my husband, then seeing you and Barbie Lynn, in the shower, What's wrong with you and your husband, if I may intrude?" I asked. "He had an accident at work, one of his factories, and he hasn't been the same," she sniffed. "Do you love him?" I questioned. "Honestly." "Yes, yes I do," she sighed. "But he's just not there." "Do me a favor; come over and sit next to me and I promise to be as well behaved as a Montana Miner (hey, it is where my family comes from)," I said as I sat at the foot of the bed. Savannah very, very reluctantly came over and sat at my bed, but I said nothing. "Yes?" she broke down and inquired finally. "I want you to laugh," I related to her softly. "Laugh, laugh like you do with small kids." "But, I'm not sure," she began then I poked her in the ribs. "What?" So I tickled her under her arms. Savannah covered her breasts by mistake so I got some finger in and began making her giggle and squirm. "Stop it," she gasped for breath, so I rolled onto my side and tickled her other underarm until she finally flailed in surrender. "See Savannah, I'm not the bad guy," I grinned. "I'm not seducing you because I think you love Barbie Lynn's Dad and you simple need to worry a little bit less, and love yourself a little bit more." "How do I do that?" she panted. "I want you to try on some of Barbie Lynn's new clothes and see what you like, and what your husband might like," I suggested. "I'm not asking you to dress like a teenager; but not every day is Sunday school either." Oh God, I was talking clothes therapy to someone's Mother. "But," she stammered. "There is a screen right over there," I pointed out, "that you can change behind and the armoire over here has a mirror." "But I'll be parading around here, in my bra and panties," she worried. "Well, that's a bonus for me," I shrugged, "but a lady with a body like yours should be wearing bikini's with less material. Look at it that way." "Well, don't ogle, alright?" "Sure," I lied. What was I going to say? 'I'll pluck out my eyes?' After several tentative steps walking to the dresser and looking over her shoulder at me with real worry that I might find her either too attractive or not attractive enough, I gave up. I covered my eyes because they gravitated toward her backside like a plant seeking the sun. A minute later she finally spoke up. "I can't find anything that I think will fit," she said in desperation. I had the answer to that; I went up and picked out the clothes Barbie Lynn wore to the concert a few weeks back. "I can't wear this," she gasped in fright. "Barbie Lynn wore this to a social function," I assured her. "It is perfectly fine and you aren't going to leave here in it, only try it on." You see, the beauty of this pants/halter top combination was the lacing. I knew it would fit her, but she'd be showing a bit more flesh than Barbie had. She looked mortified when she stepped from behind the screens, and a little better when she saw herself in the mirror. I withheld my comment until she looked at me. "I'm dressed like a hussy," she stated sadly. "No; a hussy dresses like that when she goes to the supermarket. A wife wears that around the house to remind her husband he's a man and that she's his woman," Caveman mentality. Savanna gave her reflection a second, longer glance. This time she took in the sides, and dare I say, her ass. All her curves were smoothed out and pulled tight by the leather. "My ass looks younger," I caught her whispering to herself. "My Boobs appear like they are about to bust free," she addressed me once more. "Yes Ma'am!  Yes ma'am, they do," I smirked. "That is the whole purpose of the design of the shirt but I assure you, Barbie Lynn hasn't had one escape yet." "Oh, that's nice," she went back to looking at herself in the mirror. "Now there are some nice shirts in there, as well as some, short, skirts," I directed Savannah. She came out in the first shirt, trying to make the buttons hook but they wouldn't. I came off the bed and helped her. That is, I left most of them unbuttoned. "But they, my husband can see my bra," she worried. "Mrs. Savannah, that would be the point," I nodded. "Let him get a peek of the bra." We both heard the quiet footfalls and it couldn't be Heaven and Rio back so soon. Savannah froze and I reclined passively on the bed. "Mom, Zane?" Barbie Lynn gazed back and forth. "Baby Child," Savannah blathered. "Wow Mom," Barbie clasped her hands in approval. "The golden shirt with the plum bra is a wonderful combination for you." See, I trusted Barbie Lynn more than her Mother did. "I was trying on some clothes and, um, Zane was helping me," Savannah gulped. "Oh Mom, don't worry about it," Barbie hugged her mother, "Zane sees eight girls getting dressed every morning. He's used to it." "Oh, she trailed off. "So he's safe?" "I'd never say that," Barbie Lynn glanced back my way and licked her lips. "But he's a good friend and I think that's more important. Let's try on this next; the black leather will look good with the knee boots." It continued like this for a while. Rio and Heaven slinked back in with the now rather redundant set of conservative attire. We retreated to the head of the bead with Heaven snuggling next to me and Rio right beside her. Heaven and I shared a pillow, on our laps. "Do you think they have any idea that we're all bi-sexual," Heaven whispered as Barbie Lynn was prying Savannah into a red bustier. "Momma Mia," Rio hissed. "Those are some mounds. Big fluffy mounds." "Seriously," Heaven nudged us both, "I'm going to need a blowjob if this goes on much longer." I moved my hand behind Heaven, worked it up her skirt and up against her panties until I was giving her bunghole quite a workout. "Fine," Heaven ground out. "You can fuck me but I'm coming all over the sheets damn it." "What was that?" Savannah called out. "Do you think this is too much?" "Oh no Mrs. Masters," Heaven gulped. "If I wasn't totally into guys I would think you look, delicious." "Why thank you Ms. Vickers," Savannah smiled. "And if I wasn't totally into guys I'd have you chained to this bed and be ripping your clothes off right now," Rio added gleefully. "Oh, huh, thank you?" Savanna responded more cautiously. When Barbie Lynn, now totally torturing us, convinced her mother to wear a thong and a short skirt something had to be done. I reclined sidewise on the bed while Heaven built a pillow fort behind me and Rio dove under the covers to suck my feisty transvestite off. It was a half-assed endeavor and a minor miracle that nothing went wrong. Finally Heaven yanked my shoulder back and took a big bite out of it. I could hear Rio slurping up Heaven's cum and prayed the others couldn't. Is everything okay?" Barbie Lynn called out. "Heaven's got a muscle cramp but we are working it out," I fibbed. Second later, Rio's tussled head reappeared and she punched Heaven in the ribs. "Shit Bitch," Rio scooped up some errant semen with her finger, "Have you been holding that up all week long. You nearly choked me." "Why don't you come by every morning and we can work out an installment plan?" Heaven shot back quietly. Regrettably, Savannah noticed our, acquisitions and reluctantly put them on but I caught sight of her running her hand over some of the racier things left lying around before she and Barbie Lynn left. I had barely gotten outside with Heaven and Rio, to see if I was needed, when a squeal manifested right behind my ear and a body slammed into me, bowling me over. Paige "Lover!" Paige greeted me. "Mom, Dad, this is my boyfriend Zane." Now, I was on my back, on the floor with Paige in my arms and with her skirt flapping far, far too up her ass when darkness descended on my world. It took me a moment to realize that the two Joten (Norse giants), standing behind the sofa were her parents, they were freaking huge! Her Dad alone looked like he played two simultaneous positions on an NFL team. Paige's Mother was dainty, only in comparison to her husband. Not that she's fat, oh no, this woman was simply big boned and brawny. I had to ask myself: what happened genetically? "Zane, I want you to meet my parents," Paige studied my face. "Sure," my smile wasn't too forced, "but you have to remember to give me a kiss for luck, for tomorrow's match." We rose up and my arm easily wrapped around Paige's waist. Mom and Dad seemed guarded and wary. "What game do you have tomorrow?" the Dad, Roger; finally asked. "Marksmanship Sir. I'm the spotter to the team captain, Hope Song," I smiled. "I'm Zane Braxton, by the way." I can do this. I mean, how many other girls here think they have their hooks in me? "We have the impression that you and our daughter are, romantically involved," her Mom asked me. It was the way she stated it in disbelief that astounded me and pissed me off, as if a big healthy strapping guy like me would choose their 'flawed' daughter. "Paige is an upperclassmen so mainly we hook up for the hours of hot sex," I pulled her close. "Come here, you," I turned and looked down at Paige she pushed up and kissed me deeply. "What are you doing with my daughter?" Roger rumbled. "I'm kissing my lady," I smiled at him, "What does it look like I'm doing Sir?" "I don't know what you think you are going to get out of this," he snarled. "Paige," I addressed the sultry albino who was all but humping my leg at this point, "what do I get out of your relationship?" "Hot steamy White Russian sex," she purred in a Russian accent. Yes, this side of 'poor pitiful Paige' was new to her parents. "But our daughter can't," the Mom stumbled verbally. "Oh yeah, and I'm taking Paige with me on a cross country motorcycle trip this summer," I kept grinning. "I hope you don't mind, she's our computer tech and back-up bar bouncer." Maybe the bar-bouncer bit was too much. "She'll get hurt," Roger sputtered. "Ah, I bleed more than she does and there will be a dozen of us; so if she kicks someone's ass and ends up in jail we'll be able to bail her out," I kissed Paige's forehead. "Baby, Paige," Roger muttered softly. "How about we talk about this?" "Sure thing, Daddy," Paige agreed. "Zane, I'll catch up with you before you head out for the tournament." I swatted her ass, in full view of her parents, which Paige loved. She sauntered off like a woman victorious. "You are such an idiot," Rio snickered in my ear. "That girl is a nut-bag and you are feeding her dynamite." "Speaking of feeding someone some dynamite," Heaven took my hand. "No one seems to need me at the moment," I squeezed her hand back. "Let's run for it!" and we raced for the bedroom like lovers possessed. Heaven I lay between Heaven's legs, her thighs arching up against my own. She wiggled her hips against me and her cock against stomach. I bit down at her nose but she laughed and turned her face away so I nipped her proffered neck instead. "Oh," she gasped. To show me how much she liked it, she rotated her hips, rubbing my cock around inside her. "My Honey likes?" I teased. "You know I do you bastard," she panted. "Nice, slow and hard." I withdrew my cock and then eased it back into her depths. Heaven hisses out her pleasure and with her hands on my shoulders she pulls me in tight. "God, I love you," she whispered to me. "I love the woman grinding up against me too, Heaven," I smiled to her. She hiccupped in passion then began thrusting harder up against me until I could feel her ready to erupt. I took hold of her shoulders and begun pounding her in sympathetic penetrations. "God Damn!" she seethed into my collarbone. Dampness flushed up my stomach and onto my chest to the very edge of my neck. Face to face sex really appealed to Heaven and she was really shooting off hard because of it. I slowed down; I hadn't ejaculated yet but I didn't want to wear her down while I worked up to it. "Oh no you don't," Heaven gasped. "I, I know what you want," she giggled weakly. Heaven struggled against my hold. "You don't have to," I said softly. "I want to you dummy," she kissed me. "Now let go and I'll roll over." "No, let me," I related before I leaned in for a French Kiss full of need. She gave one more surge of defiance then relaxed. Then I shifted my arm down until I reached the back of her left knee. I pushed it up until she passed my hip. Heaven was glowing with anticipation. I was folding her up and then I was going to pound her thoroughly and fully. Heaven brought up her right leg all on her own but the real gift was the way she arched her back in ecstasy when I bottomed out in her with all the muscle power I could muster. We held eye contact as I drove into her time and time again. A tear escaped her eye and scarred her cheek. "Babe?" I worried and slowed down. "I'm happy Zane," she breathed deeply. "Happy." I resumed my energy and the very essence she was lending me set me off by surprise. "Oh God," I gasped and gave her my seed. Heaven bit her lower lip as I sizzled up her rectum with my hot semen. A smile must have etched my features because Heaven became quizzical. "What are you thinking about, Lover?" she asked softly. "I think I've had the best homecoming ever," I answered. It took her a second to get it. "You can keep coming home as often as you want," Heaven licked her lips and bucked her luscious ass against my still rigid rod. Brandi Hand in hand, Heaven and I had barely exited my bedroom when Brandi came rushing up with a girl in hand. "Hey!" she beamed. "This is my sister, March; and she's coming here next year. I wanted her to meet you, Zane." How bad could this be? I squeezed Heaven's hand. "Hello March, this is Heaven Vickers, my girlfriend," I shook March's hand with my free limb. "Hey Zane," March said shyly then, "Brandi says you do things, with lots of girls here?" "See how Heaven is smiling," Brandi whispered to her sister like some conspirator. "He makes me smile just like she is." Well, I had to think, not exactly like I do with you. "Brandi, what did you tell her?" Heaven intervened. "I told her," the two giggled, "that he's magic with his fingers and tongue; and he'll do all the things, to her." "You pimped Zane out?" Heaven snickered. "It, it isn't like that," Brandi back-pedaled. "I sent her a link to his website and told her to hide it from Mom and Dad." "And Brandi says we can have sex here with you, and God won't hold it against us," March piped up. I had to go 'What the Hell?' I give out dispensations from God? He really ought to tell me these things. "I wouldn't go that far," I got out. "Oh, being with Zane is a spiritual experience," Heaven snickered. "Ten minutes ago I swear I was seeing Angels." I wanted to stomp on her toes because March seemed to be buying it. "Are you a virgin?" March whispered to Heaven. "I swear on the Bible that Zane's never penetrated my cunt," Heaven raised up her hand to God. "Did he, you know, the other way?" Brandi leaned in expectantly. "Until I cried tears of joy," Heaven teased her right back. I really wanted to stomp on Heaven's foot. "What other way?" March joined the conversation. "You know, like Barbie Lynn," Brandi giggled to her sister. Oh fuck. "Didn't it hurt?" March sounded concerned. "Oh no," Heaven stroked March's arm. "He's slow and gentle." "Okay; fun conversation!" I declared. "I see someone who wants to kill me. March, you are a beautiful young lady with an exceptional sister and I'll see you next year." I stormed deeper into my apartment only to hear. "Look at that ass go," Heaven sighed. "Yeah," Brandi murmured. "Those pants are so tight. They are hot! Cappadocia Rio was getting downright mopey when we headed for dinner. As we were going in, I spotted Cappadocia and what had to be her little brother, mother and father. I wasn't sure if she wanted to have me meet the folks so I tried to quietly move passed. "Zane," she turned and called out. I deviated my path and went over. Rio tagged along. "Hello Cappadocia, Mr. and Mrs. Davis and, um, young man," I greeted them. "Tobias," the young guy offered his hand and I shook it. "This is my good friend Rio Talon," I brought her forward. Mr. Davis stepped up and shook my hand next. His grip was stronger than needed in that alpha male style. "It is good to meet you Mr. Braxton. My little girl says you are a promising candidate on the new to the first squad," he grinned smugly. "Well, Cappy would know, she's Team Captain and I'm sure she'll be Captain next year when she'll get to decide if I stay on First Team," I tried to be nice. "So does it feel bad to be beaten up by girls?" he joked. "Well, if I ever get beaten up by a girl I'll let you know," I gave him my best steely grin. "Here I get beaten up by women, really tough women." That brought the big guy up short. "Oh well, my daughters a real fighter alright," he stammered. "I believe you, she's knocked me unconscious once, in a practice session. She laid me out cold for about a minute," I enlightened him. "Zane knocked Coach Gorman down Father," Cappy came to my defense, "and took down three men who threatened some girls once." "You girls shouldn't be leaving campus," her mother chimed in. "Mother, we go out in groups and we are just fine," Cappy insisted. "Are you responsible for this new attitude?" the Dad asked. "Sir, I'm one freshmen in a school of 900 women," I shrugged. "The fearlessness was here before I ever arrived. It will be here long after I'm gone. I belief the unofficial motto for the Karate program is 'I kick ass for the Lord'," I sort of lied. Cappy said it and she smiled slightly the hear me repeat it. "Yes," he muttered, "we want our girls to be strong in their faith for the Lord. It is good to see Cappadocia having a vibrant faith." "Oh, I've seen Cappadocia vibrant," I smirked her way. She restrained herself from hauling me off and punching me because our act of vibrancy had everything to do with sex and nothing that she wanted to tell her parents. Her dad missed it, her young brother wasn't even paying attention but her mother caught our undercurrent. A smirk creased her face as she looked the two of us over. "Cappy dear, you to practice safety when you spar, don't you?" she cautioned her daughter. "Yes Momma," Cappy gave a sly smile of her own, "I'm always careful, even when I have Zane down on the mat." "As long as you keep control of the situation," the Mother nodded. "You keep winning Girl," the Dad rejoined the conversation, "because you have one more year of playing around then you need to find a job and let God give you a husband." Cappy didn't flinch but I knew how hard she struggled for the team and having it disregarded by someone who meant so much to her. "Maybe Cappadocia can either compete on a National level or train students when she goes home," I offered. "She's real hardcore," Rio added. "No one trains as hard as she does and the other girls know it. Hell, when I first met her I thought she was some Inner City Gangsta Chick, she was such a bad ass." There was my girl Rio, the Conversation Killer. Sure, Cappy was African-American but that never came up with us. As I recalled, she came from a moderately-sized town outside Atlanta Georgia. "What?" the father darkened. "Rio," I tried to pull her away. "No," Rio growled. "Listen buddy," she poked the man in the chest. "Your daughter is an athlete and a damn fine one. If she was a he and in football you'd want him to try for the NFL so why are you treating your daughter any different?" "I don't think you know what you are saying young lady," Cappy's father stated angrily. "Maybe I should have a word or two with your father." "My father is a self-righteous self-serving asshole," Rio began before I started dragging her away, "and he knows I'd kick his ass if he treated me this way!" she finished screaming at him. "Whoa Rio," I calmed her. "The truth is only going to rub that situation raw." "Cappy deserves more than that," Rio spat. "Face it, you are channeling some Mercy into this Bro," I said. "She'll be okay and back in your arms come Sunday. Cappy is tougher than her father knows." "You hope so!" she groused. "I swear, with some of these bitches, they are perfect bright and confident then you roll a man around and out go the lights, nobody's home." "Then we'll have to find a way to set them on fire so the light never goes out," I suggested. "Face it, you are the schools premier pyromaniac." "That I am," Rio grumbled. "I'll find a way to burn this shit up." Opal "Hey you two," Opal greeted Rio and I as we started eating diner. "What's wrong, Rio?" "Plotting the end of male domination of the Western World," Rio grinned wickedly. "Is there something I need to know," Opal looked from one of us to the other as she sat at my side. "Are we mounting a rescue mission for Mercy?" "Mercy?" Rio said suspiciously. "Sure," Opal sampled her fare, "give the word and I'll get six or seven girls together for a run at her family if you need it." Rio stared at her for a second. "Why would you?" Rio asked suspiciously. "A lot of us like her since she came over to our side," Opal grinned, "and she keeps you in line, most of the time." "Just to keep things straight," Rio sneered. "I keep her in line damn it." "Oh please," Opal rolled her eyes, "one little whimper and a look from those soulful eyes and off to the bedroom you two go." "Gurrr, as long as everyone knows that she's mine," Rio was now embarrassed. "And that's why we would come to help you, Rio," Opal gobbled a quick bite. I tried not to laugh. "Zane," Rio pointed her fork at me, "if you are trying to tell me I have friends, I'll bleed you like a little bitch." "Who me?" I grinned. "Perish the thought that anyone likes you or considers you 'user-friendly'." "I'm the soul of friendliness, fuck you," she snipped then smirked at me. "Opal, Rio met Cappy's dad and that didn't go well," I enlightened my shower buddy. "What went wrong?" Opal sighed. With Rio, you never knew. "It is the whole bullshit of get your degree, go home, get married and start pumping out babies because that's some twisted vision of God's will," Rio stated angrily. "Most of the girls here are like that Rio," Opal responded. "Now hold on, they want to get married but we can certainly help them find the right guy and not some bum foisted on them by their families." "Opal, that's positively human of you," Rio wondered. "I was the bad girl before you two arrived," Opal snickered. "I wasn't in your league but I had radical thoughts." "The first day in the shower showed me as much," I confessed. "Well, that first body wash confirmed you weren't a girl," Opal bumped my hip with hers. "With Rio, well, it took us a while to figure out she wasn't a guy with a really small cock." Rio reached across me and smacked Opal. "My desire to be in the driver's seat doesn't make me a guy," Rio griped. "You are only the second person on this campus to have a girlfriend Rio," Opal rubbed her shoulder. "Give us a chance to adjust." "Adjust? I'm hoping for some conversions," Rio quipped. "Okay then, what are you doing tonight? Brigit and I are at loose ends," Opal offered. Rio stopped eating and looked over at Opal. "Sure, but the first one to suggest a pillow fight or that we paint our nails gets an attitude adjustment," Rio demanded. "I can hear Brigit's quim quivering already," Opal leered. "It's a date." Raven, and Paige again We had packed the last of our firearms away in the van modified to be a secure courier when the families in attendance and some of the other students gather around the bus. I spotted Raven hanging back with an older woman who was a bit heavier than she was. I walked over to make sure she was okay. "Hey Raven," I slipped past her guard and gave her a hug. She tensed up and muttered something. "What?" I wondered. "This is my mother, Carol," Raven said softly. She kept looking down at the ground. "It is nice to meet you Mr. Braxton," Carol greeted me. She seemed to be studying me intently as if she was expecting something from me. "It is nice to meet you to Ma'am," I grinned. "Raven is a really good friend to me and I couldn't be doing as well in English without her." "Do you and my daughter have a close relationship?" she pried. I could feel Raven start to fold up next to me in embarrassment. "I don't know what you mean?" I inquired. "Mom, we are just friends," Raven said sadly. Oh, now I thought I understood. "Mrs., Raven's Mom, Carol, please understand that being the only male in such a large female student body, several girls put all kinds of pressures on me," I began. "Your daughter is unique in that she treats me like a student first and that she truly helps me get by. If I couldn't touch base with her from time to time I might go nuts." "Oh," the Mom sounded somewhat disappointed. "Raven, how many girls have you helped me get away from?" I tried a different angle. "I, Paige, oh God Paige," Raven rumbled then, "and Barbie Lynn, and Rio and that girl Iona." "You really do help him with other girls?" Carol sounded surprised. "Yes Mom," Raven perked up. "Girls are always swarming around Zane, they won't let him study unless I'm around." Not totally the truth but hey. "I hope you understand that my daughter thinks a great deal of you," Carol drilled me with her over-productive Momma eyes. "The feeling is mutual," I nodded. The bus's horn beeped, it was time for us to board. "Raven, give me a kiss for luck at the meet?" Raven looked shocked but reached up on her tip-toes and kissed me on the cheek. I reciprocated the gesture and turned to leave. I had made it half way when I got blindsided and staggered. Several kisses smothered my face. "Hey Lover," Paige panted. "Good luck shooting shit and taking names." "I'm a spotter Paige. I don't actually shoot things," I clarified. "Good," she purred then stroked my cock. "Save more of that for me." "Who is that?" I heard Carol ask her daughter. "That's Paige," Raven growled with menace. Yeah, lots of love there. "Zane," Hope said evenly. We were ready to go. I gave Paige one more kiss and a squeeze on her ass then slipped passed Hope and got on the bus. Hope got on after me and Gorman started up the bus. "Well, that's not a send-off I'm used to," Genesis chuckled over Paige and I. "If it breaks his concentration, it won't be the only thing I'm sending off," Hope informed the bus to even more chuckles. Hell, it's a gun club; a bit of bloodthirstiness was to be expected. Working Past Homecoming. As Rio and I pulled into the driveway of my house, I noted both the progress Aunt Jill's contractors were making on the extension being built to shelter the motorcycles that were now hanging out at the place and their number. I also saw a bike that I didn't recognize with a brazen gang emblem on the saddle bags, Stormrider's, not Valarie's. Rio was still sulking over Mercy being with her parents. It was Saturday night so she had less than a day to go before Homecoming ended and Fall Break began. The hope was that Mercy could convince her parents she was required to stay on campus for the week school was out. Considering what her family patriarch thought of women's opinions, we didn't think she had a prayer. "A lot of bikes," Rio noted. "I don't care what Jill says, I'm grabbing a few beers." "Don't run around the front yard naked or swing from the rafters and we'll do fine," I joked. I wasn't going to fight Rio on this, I was preparing for a hung-over Rio at Church in the morning. We heard laughter as we stepped onto the porch. I swung the door open and announced us. "Jill, it's me and Rio," I said. The laughter died down and I heard footsteps coming my way. Jill and I met at the entry to the living room. We hugged, kissed and then she showed us in. Belle and Willa were regulars and Valarie was expected. The ginger-haired woman with a beer and a smile was unknown to me, though. "Zane, Rio, this is Fontana Palmer, Valarie's mother," Jill introduced us. "How's the leg, Old Lady?" Rio grinned. That's Rio for you. Fontana turned to Valarie. "You were right, you can't go ten minutes without wanting to punch her," she chuckled. "I got it for you," Belle hopped up. Rio, in her foul mood, was ready to get in a scrap right then and there but I knew that was plain stupid. "Come on, Belle," I intervened. "GF problems." "Yours or hers?" Belle hesitated. "Hers," I answered. Belle leaned past me and looked seriously at Rio. "Mercy's in trouble?" Belle sounded concerned. Willa half-turned on the sofa to get a better view of things. "She's with her," Rio bit down on the expletive for Jill's sake, "parents." "Ah, what a bitch," Belle moved past me and led Rio to the sofa. "Isn't it great when the folks decide that you aren't good enough for their little pride and joy? Been there, done that." Belle handed Rio her beer then looked back at me. "Zane, two more beers," she ordered. "Hi, Zane," I mocked myself, "Glad to have you back. How did the match go?" "It is good to have you back, Zane," Jill touched my arm. "How did the match go?" "What was the match in?" Fontana inquired. "Oh, hi, Mrs. Palmer," I corrected my rudeness. "He was in a marksmanship competition," Valarie jumped in. "How did you and Hope do?" "Hope took top spot but it was close," I informed them. "The number two guy came in .02 points behind and third was .08. The team took third place." All I have to say is those two guys scared the crap out of me. Apparently they shoot moose with .22's in their spare time or some shit like that. "Congratulations, Zane," Willa grinned. The room followed suit, except for Rio. I motioned Jill to return to her chair and made for the stairs. "Beers, bitch," Belle teased me. "Sorry, Jill, beers, Punk." I opted to not make a scene so I dropped my bag, went to the fridge, and got two beers. By the time I got back, Rio had buried her first beer and grabbed for her second. Belle took hers and winked. "What? No tip?" I wondered. "Oh, what were you expecting?" Belle tilted back her head. I ran a hand through her hair, leaned in and kissed her on the lips. Our tongues darted forth, then danced back and forth within our mouths. I put a hand on her shoulder then let it migrate down to her breast. I squeezed it gently and Belle moaned. I broke the kiss and smiled at her. "That'll do," I chuckled. Belle's eyes were alight and she was smiling as well. Jill was looking into the fireplace and blushing, Rio was blas , working through her beer, but the other three women were staring at me. "Beer, Zane," Valarie leered. Fontana, far from being protective, patted her daughter on the shoulder. "Oh, hell no," I waved off. "I was crawling through the woods all morning then spent the rest of the day riding in a bus with other smelly athletes. I'm putting my bag in my room and taking a shower." "Are you sure you know what to do showering alone?" Valarie called after me. Bitch. The first thing I noted was that someone had been sleeping in my bed. My money was on Fontana. I'd deal with that later but at the moment, all I wanted to do was get clean. As the hot water scalded away the grime and sweat I thought happy thoughts about Hope. She hadn't complimented me but she hadn't a bad thing to say about my performance either. In a way I felt 'in the zone'. I caught the range, slope and wind changes like a pro and I thought her score showed it. I knew she wanted the team to do better but with the youth of the squad, coming in third out of a field of twelve felt good to me. For Hope, nothing short of first would do. By the time I got downstairs, I was shirtless, wearing gym shorts, and drying my hair with a towel. The group had migrated to the den, the TV was on, and the conversation was muted. Jill's look told me I should have put on more clothes. I only wanted to unwind. The looks the other women were giving me were far less motherly. I groaned, shook my head and went to the kitchen for some OJ. When I returned, I looked around for a seat and decided to sit down at Jill's feet. She leaned forward and patted my shoulder. That was fine. Valarie and her mother constantly stealing my glances my way was less so. Rio was nursing a beer and her hurt feelings, Belle was running her hand through Rio's hair in a strangely comforting gesture, and Willa seemed amused by the whole affair. At the commercial break, Fontana stood up. "Zane, can I talk to you alone for a minute, outside," she requested. "Sure," I half stood then, "Wait, does this involve me and pain?" She snorted mirthfully. "No," she smirked. "If you behave I won't hurt you too much." "Go on, you wuss," Rio teased. "It isn't like you've despoiled her daughter or anything." "But I didn't," I explained desperately. "That's right," Willa joked. "It isn't like you two have rolled around in that, it's not a bed. What is it?" "It is a sleeping platform," I mumbled. "I got tired of girls taking a header off my bed." "That's awful considerate of you," Fontana smiled warmly. "A moment, please." I followed her into the hall, then reluctantly outside to the porch. I was wearing shorts and it was cold so I folded my arms to conserve some warmth. Fontana moved a few more steps down the porch, turned, and looked me over. "Zane, thank you for being a good friend to Valarie," Fontana began. That wasn't what I was expecting to hear. "Umm, okay," I responded. "See," Fontana went on, "when her father forced this on her to make her into his mold of what a good Christian woman should be, I was afraid the experience would leave her bitter." "Why is she doing this anyway?" I asked. "She's eighteen and can make her own choices." "Oh," Fontana mused thoughtfully. She paced back and forth once. "She likes you so much I assumed she told you." She paused for a moment. "After my problem with the law, my ex threatened to keep my other two daughters from me unless Valarie came to FFU." "Oh, the fuck you say," I growled. My arms came down and I balled up my fists. "Listen, I know a pretty good lawyer if you want someone to have another go at your case, or I can shove his head down a toilet until he changes his mind." Fontana laughed. "No, you are doing enough. Stormriders take care of themselves most of the time but it's good to have friends too," Fontana smiled. "Valarie is having a great time at school. She likes the girls she's met, well, some of them, and she's happy that so many are heading out our way over the summer," Fontana went on. "She's very proud." "I would have never guessed," I replied sarcastically. "No, really," Fontana faked her surprise well. "I know she hides it well but she's really proud of where she comes from. Honest." She paused again. "Can I ask you a personal question?" "Sure," I shrugged. "Why haven't you and my daughter hooked up? She won't tell me," Fontana questioned. "I'm not sure," I worked out. "I've never pressed her. She may not like having sex with the eternal audience that hovers around me. Maybe she's respectful of all the other women in my life right now. All those answers sound plausible." "Ha," Fontana laughed. "Stormriders aren't exactly bashful. She says your girlfriend, Heaven, shares but I think she really likes you because you aren't hitting on her." "She likes me because I respect her boundaries? Oh, Gawd," I groaned. "At times I really wish I was an asshole. As it is, I'm afraid that one day my cock is going to fall off." Fontana walked up, patted my crotch. "That would be a pity," she whispered into my ear before heading inside. Because I Must Secretly Abhor a Good Night's Sleep Later that evening At school, I slept on a contraption that easily slept twelve and was often occupied by eight. I go home so I can sleep, on the sofa? See, Valarie and her mom were in my room, they were guests after all. In the prepared guest room, now Belle's room, Willa and Belle had crashed out. We had three other rooms upstairs but Jill hadn't gotten around into making anything of them. Rio was supposed to join Valarie and Fontana in my bed but somewhere between the 12 and 20 beers she and Belle were sharing; Rio decided to grab a throw pillow, curl up on the floor and pass out/go to sleep. An effort to rouse her failed so I put a quilt over her and let her sleep it off. After 11:00 Jill went upstairs and the rest followed her to bed. I put a few logs on the fire and laid down to sleep on the sofa. I couldn't have been asleep more than an hour when I felt something nudge my hip. I looked up to see Fontana's ass pressed against my side, her looking down into my eyes. Fontana was beautiful but in a hard, flinty way. She was mature but compact, like a she-wolf with little padding or softness to her. Her long ginger hair was pulled back in a ponytail though her bangs were hanging loose. She wore a tight grey t-shirt that said 'Eyes Up!' that highlighted her breasts. Sure, a bit of a sag in her 36C's but very nice. The shirt only came halfway down her belly, fully exposing her bright red bikini brief panties to my gaze. Her eyes were the same blue as Valarie's and danced in the fading fire's light. There were lines around her eyes and her face was weathered but strong. I could have stupidly asked what she wanted but, hey, she was sitting next to me, dressed like that after 'lights out'. I propped my upper body with my right elbow while reaching out with my left and cupping her right cheek. As I drew her to me, Fontana twisted her body around so that she straddled me. I had to scoot my body toward the edge to give her knee room to settle down. She kissed me with a steady intensity that slowly pushed my head back to my pillow. "Man, you are easy," she breathed playfully after we broke a long embrace. "I thought I'd have to explain myself or some other shit like that," she added. "If there's anything else I need to know, you'll tell me," I said softly as I brushed her bangs aside. "I fig

Jeff welcomes restaurateur Robert Maynard, and Chef Scott Liebfried - the team behind Fontana de Vino in downtown Davidson.Scott shares how his experience with the Four Seasons and California cuisine shaped his approach to hospitality and concept creation.Robert and Scott unveil Fontana de Vino - an Italian-forward, steak-friendly concept blending “old world meets new” with an approachable vibe. Expect hand-cut, house-made pastas, prime steaks, and lively table-side activations - including a communal polenta pour inspired by Tuscan family gatherings. The wine program is rooted in Italy's regions.They also discuss affordability by design, staff comfort and service, and why they prefer a buzzing dining room to hushed “fine dining.” Set inside Davidson's historic former ice house at 416 S. Main Street, the build-out journey was long - and full of lessons - but the mission is simple: create a place where families and friends gather, feel seen, and leave happier than when they arrived.Listeners will hear candid talk on reviews, margins, and resilience - and why community sits at the heart of hospitality. Fontana de Vino is aiming to open by the end of November.Fontana Di Vino---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Lake Norman's #1 Podcast & Email NewsletterThe Best of LKNhttps://thebestoflkn.com/Hosted by:Jeff Hammwww.lknreal.comSupport the show

Fontana High School principal Joe Malatesta, AVID co-coordinator Kevin Escobar and AVID teacher Mario Echeverria discuss the school's award-winning AVID program, the importance of being an AVID Showcase and National Demonstration School, FOHI's AVID-inspired, Golden Bell Award-winning College Application Day, how AVID culture has spread throughout the campus, and how AVID changed the lives of FOHI graduates and former AVID students Escobar and Echeverria, who returned to the school to help teach the next generation of AVID scholars.

Before he was Prince Hans in "Frozen," Santino Fontana performed at the Guthrie Theater in Minneapolis. Now the Minnesota-trained actor stars alongside Martin Sheen in "Lost and Found in Cleveland," opening in theaters Friday.Fontana spoke with MPR's Jacob Aloi about his path from the Guthrie to Hollywood — and his new film.

Parece que no habrá nada más tierno que este volver a Honduras: llegar con el amor iluminado por años y distancias, decir: «Esta es la tierra, este es el aire y este el río del cuento», recuperar las voces salpicadas de burlas familiares, reasumir la niñez en el dormido sabor de esta naranja y en este olor —que es casi de muchacha— de savia y de panales que sólo dan los árboles autores de nuestro propio canto. Porque volver a Honduras es ir de madrugada a los maizales para espantar los pájaros bisnietos de aquellos que espantamos, vivir en un mugido, en un relincho, que vienen de la noche, los sueños, alegrías y peligros de los antiguos campos. Parece que tendrá mucho de triste nuestro volver a Honduras: hallar que el calendario no era broma leyendo algunos rostros, saber que algo no vuelve en estas naves aunque el viajero vuelva y besar en la frente lo que un día besamos en la boca. Parece que también será de lágrimas este volver a Honduras: preguntar por hermanos, por amigos, que no nos esperaron y el horror de buscar en una tarde de cal y de cipreses unos nombres: Julián o Federico, Carlos, Daniel o Marcos. Parece que será feliz y trémulo nuestro volver a Honduras: vagar por los caminos que asolearon el verso de la infancia, llevar hasta una loma coronada de flores amarillas, de la mano, a los hijos que fundamos sobre lejanas playas —más allá de las nieves absolutas, de selvas y de mares— y decirles al fin: «Esta es la cuna y este el peñón exacto; esta es la tierra nuestra, la amorosa, la que espera a sus niños. Aquí esparcen su calcio generoso los huesos de mis padres, y el calcio va a la hierba y hace al pino más jubiloso y alto: Así trabajan todavía quienes nos prestaron la sangre.» Todo será feliz y doloroso, será trémulo y tierno porque volver a Honduras... me parece que es retomar el canto.1 ¡Qué recuerdos nostálgicos los que evoca el poeta hondureño Víctor Eugenio Castañeda, que escribió bajo el seudónimo de Jaime Fontana, en estos versos que forman parte de la obra titulada 100 poesías famosas del mundo y Honduras! «Este volver a Honduras», como lleva por título el poema, bien pudiera también recordarnos la famosa historia del regreso de Noemí a Belén de Judá, su pueblo de origen. Durante una época de hambre, Noemí había emigrado a la tierra de Moab junto con su esposo y sus dos hijos; pero allí, en el transcurso de unos diez años, habían muerto tanto su esposo como ambos hijos. Ahora viuda y sin hijos, Noemí vuelve a Belén con una de sus nueras, Rut la moabita, que había insistido en acompañarla hasta que la muerte misma las separara a pesar de no conocer allí a nadie más que a su suegra.2 Resulta que para Noemí «ese volver a Belén» si bien tiene mucho de triste y es de lágrimas,3 es a la postre feliz, trémulo y tierno, tal como pronostica el poeta Fontana con relación a volver a Honduras. Porque su nuera Rut se vuelve a casar y da a luz un hijo, del que con razón le dicen las mujeres a Noemí: «Este niño renovará tu vida y te sustentará en la vejez, porque lo ha dado a luz tu nuera, que te ama y es para ti mejor que siete hijos.»4 Carlos ReyUn Mensaje a la Concienciawww.conciencia.net 1 Jaime Fontana, «Este volver a Honduras», 100 poesías famosas del mundo y Honduras (Tegucigalpa: Graficentro Editores, 1998), pp. 50-51. 2 Rt 1:1-18 3 Rt 1:19-21 4 Rt 4:13-15

Apoie o UP no Orelo: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠clique aqui!⁠⁠⁠Um episódio definitivo sobre o Nintendo 64, saudades e despedidas.O nosso muito obrigado a: Guilherme Serravalle, Diego Almeida, Vitor Ludwig, João Sousa, Breno Bezerra Bluhm, Jéssica Macedo, Lucas Eid, Naga, Gabriel Dias, Matheus Henrique, Victor Toffano, Guilherme Magalhães, Rafael Ramalli da Silva, Lucas Carvalho, Renato Martins, Bruno Luiz Korckievicz, Marcelo Junior, Vitor Araujo, Anderson Lister, Lucas Brum, Rodrigo Souza, Rodrigo Taira, Paulo Piazza, Victor “VicGurg” Gurgel, Moisés Resende, Caio Barcelos, Renato Bena, Daniel Labres, Gabriel Bisuli, Renan Ferraz, Davi, Gustavo Garcia, Pedro Vital Brazil, Eric Quarterolli, Sergie Arruda, Bruno Correia Milani, Venigma, João Cassorielo, Yan Queiroz, Vivian, Henrique Fernandes Veri Marques, Gabriel Bittencourt Borowski, REGIS F G FREITAS, Rafael Valim, Anderson Barbosa, Felipe Dal Molin, Luan Germano, Andre Jarenkow, Guilherme Rodrigues, Érica Fontana, Giancarlo, Marcus Buzette, Arthur Luiz, Isadora Marques, Daniel Baumgratz, Caio Cardoso, Giovanne, Daniel Ferreira de Camargo, Ananias Júnior, Rebeca Moura, Clarissa Farias, Daniel Bandoni, Thiago Yakomizo Buainain, Pedro C., Rafael Silva, Luiz Gustavo, Matheus Vasques, Moisés Pacheco de Souza, João Henrique, Bruno Hatto, Marquinhos Maia, Carlos Bonomi, Joao, Akemi Nakamura, Wellington Oliveira, Luiz Fernando Moratelli, Francisco Campos, Fernando Gusman, Ednardo M.Toledo, Cicero Ruschel, Arthur Valladão, dudu pansica, Anne Verrino, Paulo Felisbino, Felipe Gil, Mariana Janoti, Carlos Jefferson, Leonardo Azzi Martins, Arthur Goulart, Rafael Yabiku, MARCELO CARLOS DOS SANTOS JÚNIOR, Gabriel Barros, Júlia Paterniani, Renan Felipe Silva, Guilherme Shuto, Area Zero Podcast, Marcel Kuhne, Filipovisky De La Fuente, Ruan, Helio Cannone, Agmar, andre juck, Andre Benia, André Luís Teixeira, Suellen Amorim!Siga o UP:Orelo | Twitter | Twitch | Instagram | DiscordContato comercial: contato@somosup.com

Apoie o UP no Orelo: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠clique aqui!⁠⁠⁠Neste episódio, Dan e Cardoso dividem suas primeiras impressões sobre Pokémon Legends: Z-A, Marcellus comenta sobre seu jeito ninja e seus sentimentos em relação ao novo Ninja Gaiden e falamos também sobre: Final Fantasy Tactics: The Ivalice Chronicles, novidades no skate. e mais!O nosso muito obrigado a: Guilherme Serravalle, Diego Almeida, Vitor Ludwig, João Sousa, Breno Bezerra Bluhm, Jéssica Macedo, Lucas Eid, Naga, Gabriel Dias, Matheus Henrique, Victor Toffano, Guilherme Magalhães, Rafael Ramalli da Silva, Lucas Carvalho, Renato Martins, Bruno Luiz Korckievicz, Marcelo Junior, Vitor Araujo, Anderson Lister, Lucas Brum, Rodrigo Souza, Rodrigo Taira, Paulo Piazza, Victor “VicGurg” Gurgel, Moisés Resende, Caio Barcelos, Renato Bena, Daniel Labres, Gabriel Bisuli, Renan Ferraz, Davi, Gustavo Garcia, Pedro Vital Brazil, Eric Quarterolli, Sergie Arruda, Bruno Correia Milani, Venigma, João Cassorielo, Yan Queiroz, Vivian, Henrique Fernandes Veri Marques, Gabriel Bittencourt Borowski, REGIS F G FREITAS, Rafael Valim, Anderson Barbosa, Felipe Dal Molin, Luan Germano, Andre Jarenkow, Guilherme Rodrigues, Érica Fontana, Giancarlo, Marcus Buzette, Arthur Luiz, Isadora Marques, Daniel Baumgratz, Caio Cardoso, Giovanne, Daniel Ferreira de Camargo, Ananias Júnior, Rebeca Moura, Clarissa Farias, Daniel Bandoni, Thiago Yakomizo Buainain, Pedro C., Rafael Silva, Luiz Gustavo, Matheus Vasques, Moisés Pacheco de Souza, João Henrique, Bruno Hatto, Marquinhos Maia, Carlos Bonomi, Joao, Akemi Nakamura, Wellington Oliveira, Luiz Fernando Moratelli, Francisco Campos, Fernando Gusman, Ednardo M.Toledo, Cicero Ruschel, Arthur Valladão, dudu pansica, Anne Verrino, Paulo Felisbino, Felipe Gil, Mariana Janoti, Carlos Jefferson, Leonardo Azzi Martins, Arthur Goulart, Rafael Yabiku, MARCELO CARLOS DOS SANTOS JÚNIOR, Gabriel Barros, Júlia Paterniani, Renan Felipe Silva, Guilherme Shuto, Area Zero Podcast, Marcel Kuhne, Filipovisky De La Fuente, Ruan, Helio Cannone, Agmar, andre juck, Andre Benia, André Luís Teixeira, Suellen Amorim!Siga o UP:Orelo | Twitter | Twitch | Instagram | DiscordContato comercial: contato@somosup.com

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This week on the final P&P film reviews of the 2025 season, we begin with the Peanuts as we lament the losses of the Tigers and Cubs in the post-season. In Popcorn, we have two excellent movies to review, The Killing of a Chinese Bookie (1976), by John Cassavetes, and the retelling of the Greek myth, Orpheus and Eurydice, Black Orpheus (1959). We will also recap the list of films we've reviewed this year ahead of the third Annual “Poppie” awards next week to close out the 2025 season.  

This week we sit down with sixth year senior at UC Berkeley, Mia Fontana! Mia has defied the odds of injury and returned to play in her final season at Cal, having overcome multiple injuries. This episode is a great reminder that if you have a dream, you shouldn't let anything stop you! Enjoy!

Apoie o UP no Orelo: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠clique aqui!⁠⁠⁠Eventos de games, Sonic de carrinho, guerra virtual e tropeços. Nesse episódio, Cardoso e Marcellus Vinícius recebem mais uma vez o hauntológico Henrique do Nautilus para comentar as aventuras de Kojima no Brasil, além de compartilhar nossas impressões sobre o novo Battlefield 6, o peculiar Baby Steps e a estreia de um novo quadro comentando o novo Sonic Racing: Crossworlds.O nosso muito obrigado a: Guilherme Serravalle, Diego Almeida, Vitor Ludwig, João Sousa, Breno Bezerra Bluhm, Jéssica Macedo, Lucas Eid, Naga, Gabriel Dias, Matheus Henrique, Victor Toffano, Guilherme Magalhães, Rafael Ramalli da Silva, Lucas Carvalho, Renato Martins, Bruno Luiz Korckievicz, Marcelo Junior, Vitor Araujo, Anderson Lister, Lucas Brum, Rodrigo Souza, Rodrigo Taira, Paulo Piazza, Victor “VicGurg” Gurgel, Moisés Resende, Caio Barcelos, Renato Bena, Daniel Labres, Gabriel Bisuli, Renan Ferraz, Davi, Gustavo Garcia, Pedro Vital Brazil, Eric Quarterolli, Sergie Arruda, Bruno Correia Milani, Venigma, João Cassorielo, Yan Queiroz, Vivian, Henrique Fernandes Veri Marques, Gabriel Bittencourt Borowski, REGIS F G FREITAS, Rafael Valim, Anderson Barbosa, Felipe Dal Molin, Luan Germano, Andre Jarenkow, Guilherme Rodrigues, Érica Fontana, Giancarlo, Marcus Buzette, Arthur Luiz, Isadora Marques, Daniel Baumgratz, Caio Cardoso, Giovanne, Daniel Ferreira de Camargo, Ananias Júnior, Rebeca Moura, Clarissa Farias, Daniel Bandoni, Thiago Yakomizo Buainain, Pedro C., Rafael Silva, Luiz Gustavo, Matheus Vasques, Moisés Pacheco de Souza, João Henrique, Bruno Hatto, Marquinhos Maia, Carlos Bonomi, Joao, Akemi Nakamura, Wellington Oliveira, Luiz Fernando Moratelli, Francisco Campos, Fernando Gusman, Ednardo M.Toledo, Cicero Ruschel, Arthur Valladão, dudu pansica, Anne Verrino, Paulo Felisbino, Felipe Gil, Mariana Janoti, Carlos Jefferson, Leonardo Azzi Martins, Arthur Goulart, Rafael Yabiku, MARCELO CARLOS DOS SANTOS JÚNIOR, Gabriel Barros, Júlia Paterniani, Renan Felipe Silva, Guilherme Shuto, Area Zero Podcast, Marcel Kuhne, Filipovisky De La Fuente, Ruan, Helio Cannone, Agmar, andre juck, Andre Benia, André Luís Teixeira, Suellen Amorim!Siga o UP:Orelo | Twitter | Twitch | Instagram | DiscordContato comercial: contato@somosup.com

The first season of Star Trek: The Next Generation was famously turbulent, but behind the scenes, it was also a hive of creative experimentation and open doors for new voices. This week, we welcome veteran writer/producer Cash Edwards, whose original story pitch “The True One” caught the attention of Gene Roddenberry, D.C. Fontana, and his longtime friend, producer Herb Wright. Though the script wasn't produced, it sparked genuine enthusiasm, and Herb's memo to Gene is our document of the week. Cash joins Larry to share memories from TNG's earliest days: working closely with the producers, meeting the cast, and witnessing the scramble for scripts that defined Season One. He also reveals some, let's say colorful, ideas he contributed to the development of the Ferengi's first appearance (laser bolos, anyone? leech grenades?). It's a window into a time when Star Trek was still figuring itself out and welcoming new creatives into the mix who helped shape the journey.

The first season of Star Trek: The Next Generation was famously turbulent, but behind the scenes, it was also a hive of creative experimentation and open doors for new voices. This week, we welcome veteran writer/producer Cash Edwards, whose original story pitch "The True One" caught the attention of Gene Roddenberry, D.C. Fontana, and his longtime friend, producer Herb Wright. Though the script wasn't produced, it sparked genuine enthusiasm, and Herb's memo to Gene is our document of the week. Cash joins Larry to share memories from TNG's earliest days: working closely with the producers, meeting the cast, and witnessing the scramble for scripts that defined Season One. He also reveals some, let's say colorful, ideas he contributed to the development of the Ferengi's first appearance (laser bolos, anyone? leech grenades?). It's a window into a time when Star Trek was still figuring itself out and welcoming new creatives into the mix who helped shape the journey.

The first season of Star Trek: The Next Generation was famously turbulent, but behind the scenes, it was also a hive of creative experimentation and open doors for new voices. This week, we welcome veteran writer/producer Cash Edwards, whose original story pitch "The True One" caught the attention of Gene Roddenberry, D.C. Fontana, and his longtime friend, producer Herb Wright. Though the script wasn't produced, it sparked genuine enthusiasm, and Herb's memo to Gene is our document of the week. Cash joins Larry to share memories from TNG's earliest days: working closely with the producers, meeting the cast, and witnessing the scramble for scripts that defined Season One. He also reveals some, let's say colorful, ideas he contributed to the development of the Ferengi's first appearance (laser bolos, anyone? leech grenades?). It's a window into a time when Star Trek was still figuring itself out and welcoming new creatives into the mix who helped shape the journey.

Asiago si è svegliata avvolta nel dolore. Un silenzio irreale ha preso il posto del consueto vociare del mattino, mentre l'intero altopiano piange la scomparsa di tre giovanissimi. Una tragedia che ha spezzato vite, sogni e famiglie, e che lascia una ferita profonda nel cuore della comunità.

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Apoie o UP no Orelo: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠clique aqui!⁠⁠⁠Outubro é um mês que sempre evoca o imaginário popular para histórias macabras, ou pelo menos intrigantes. Nesse episódio, Tayná Garcia e Marcellus Vinícius recebem o sempre bem-vindo Henrique do Nautilus para compartilhar algumas das histórias surreais e lendas urbanas que fizeram parte da história dos videogames.O nosso muito obrigado a: Guilherme Serravalle, Diego Almeida, Vitor Ludwig, João Sousa, Breno Bezerra Bluhm, Jéssica Macedo, Lucas Eid, Naga, Gabriel Dias, Matheus Henrique, Victor Toffano, Guilherme Magalhães, Rafael Ramalli da Silva, Lucas Carvalho, Renato Martins, Bruno Luiz Korckievicz, Marcelo Junior, Vitor Araujo, Anderson Lister, Lucas Brum, Rodrigo Souza, Rodrigo Taira, Paulo Piazza, Victor “VicGurg” Gurgel, Moisés Resende, Caio Barcelos, Renato Bena, Daniel Labres, Gabriel Bisuli, Renan Ferraz, Davi, Gustavo Garcia, Pedro Vital Brazil, Eric Quarterolli, Sergie Arruda, Bruno Correia Milani, Venigma, João Cassorielo, Yan Queiroz, Vivian, Henrique Fernandes Veri Marques, Gabriel Bittencourt Borowski, REGIS F G FREITAS, Rafael Valim, Anderson Barbosa, Felipe Dal Molin, Luan Germano, Andre Jarenkow, Guilherme Rodrigues, Érica Fontana, Giancarlo, Marcus Buzette, Arthur Luiz, Isadora Marques, Daniel Baumgratz, Caio Cardoso, Giovanne, Daniel Ferreira de Camargo, Ananias Júnior, Rebeca Moura, Clarissa Farias, Daniel Bandoni, Thiago Yakomizo Buainain, Pedro C., Rafael Silva, Luiz Gustavo, Matheus Vasques, Moisés Pacheco de Souza, João Henrique, Bruno Hatto, Marquinhos Maia, Carlos Bonomi, Joao, Akemi Nakamura, Wellington Oliveira, Luiz Fernando Moratelli, Francisco Campos, Fernando Gusman, Ednardo M.Toledo, Cicero Ruschel, Arthur Valladão, dudu pansica, Anne Verrino, Paulo Felisbino, Felipe Gil, Mariana Janoti, Carlos Jefferson, Leonardo Azzi Martins, Arthur Goulart, Rafael Yabiku, MARCELO CARLOS DOS SANTOS JÚNIOR, Gabriel Barros, Júlia Paterniani, Renan Felipe Silva, Guilherme Shuto, Area Zero Podcast, Marcel Kuhne, Filipovisky De La Fuente, Ruan, Helio Cannone, Agmar, andre juck, Andre Benia, André Luís Teixeira, Suellen Amorim!Siga o UP:Orelo | Twitter | Twitch | Instagram | DiscordContato comercial: contato@somosup.com

Fluent Fiction - Italian: Love and Wishes at the Fontana di Trevi Find the full episode transcript, vocabulary words, and more:fluentfiction.com/it/episode/2025-10-13-07-38-20-it Story Transcript:It: Nella luce morbida dell'autunno, la Fontana di Trevi brillava con un incanto speciale.En: In the gentle autumn light, the Fontana di Trevi shone with a special enchantment.It: Un vento leggero sollevava le foglie dorate lungo il marciapiede, mentre turisti lanciavano monetine nella fontana, ognuno con un desiderio nel cuore.En: A light breeze lifted the golden leaves along the sidewalk, while tourists tossed coins into the fountain, each with a wish in their heart.It: Tra la folla, Marco aspettava nervosamente, i suoi occhi fissi sull'acqua scintillante.En: Among the crowd, Marco waited nervously, his eyes fixed on the shimmering water.It: Pensava alla proposta che aveva fatto a Chiara proprio lì, anni fa.En: He thought about the proposal he had made to Chiara right there, years ago.It: Chiara arrivò poco dopo.En: Chiara arrived shortly after.It: Il suo sorriso era incerto, i suoi occhi riflettevano la bellezza del luogo e la gravità della situazione.En: Her smile was uncertain, her eyes reflecting the beauty of the place and the gravity of the situation.It: La loro relazione a distanza aveva perso la sua magia, complici le migliaia di chilometri tra loro.En: Their long-distance relationship had lost its magic, aided by the thousands of kilometers between them.It: Marco voleva fare qualcosa per cambiarlo.En: Marco wanted to do something to change that.It: "Chiara," iniziò Marco con voce tremante, "questo posto è speciale per noi.En: "Chiara," began Marco with a trembling voice, "this place is special for us.It: Voglio ricordarti quanto ci amiamo."En: I want to remind you how much we love each other."It: Chiara ascoltava in silenzio, il suono della fontana e la voce di Marco mescolavano i suoi pensieri.En: Chiara listened silently, the sound of the fountain and Marco's voice blending her thoughts.It: Elena, la sorella di Marco, si avvicinò.En: Elena, Marco's sister, approached.It: Era venuta per sostenere entrambi.En: She had come to support them both.It: "Chiara, Marco è stato qui tutto il giorno a preparare questo momento.En: "Chiara, Marco has been here all day preparing for this moment.It: Vuole che tu sappia quanto tieni a lui," disse, sperando di fare da ponte tra i desideri di Marco e i dubbi di Chiara.En: He wants you to know how much you mean to him," she said, hoping to bridge the gap between Marco's desires and Chiara's doubts.It: "Marco," rispose Chiara, "non sono sicura.En: "Marco," replied Chiara, "I'm not sure.It: La distanza è difficile.En: The distance is difficult.It: Non è semplice lasciare tutto alle spalle."En: It's not easy to leave everything behind."It: Marco guardò Chiara negli occhi.En: Marco looked into Chiara's eyes.It: "Non voglio perderti.En: "I don't want to lose you.It: Credo che possiamo farcela, insieme, con pazienza e amore."En: I believe we can make it, together, with patience and love."It: Poi Marco fece un passo avanti, prese una moneta e la lanciò nella fontana con un sorriso speranzoso.En: Then Marco took a step forward, picked up a coin, and tossed it into the fountain with a hopeful smile.It: "Ho fatto un desiderio.En: "I made a wish.It: E spero che lo farai anche tu."En: And I hope you will too."It: Chiara sospirò, guardò la fontana e poi Marco.En: Chiara sighed, looked at the fountain, and then at Marco.It: In quel momento, ricordò tutte le risate, le avventure e i sogni che avevano condiviso.En: At that moment, she remembered all the laughter, adventures, and dreams they had shared.It: Senza una parola, prese una moneta dalla tasca.En: Without a word, she took a coin from her pocket.It: Guardò Marco, poi il cielo rossastro dell'autunno.En: She looked at Marco, then at the reddish autumn sky.It: Chiara chiuse gli occhi e lanciò la moneta nell'acqua.En: Chiara closed her eyes and tossed the coin into the water.It: Un sorriso leggero apparve sul viso di Marco mentre Chiara lo abbracciava lentamente.En: A light smile appeared on Marco's face as Chiara slowly embraced him.It: "Lo farò.En: "I will.It: Voglio provare ancora," disse lei, le emozioni che le rigavano il volto.En: I want to try again," she said, emotions streaming down her face.It: La Fontana di Trevi continuava a brillare, testimone di un nuovo inizio.En: The Fontana di Trevi continued to shine, witnessing a new beginning.It: Entrambi sentivano che mentre l'amore poteva sfidare la distanza, erano la comprensione e l'ascolto a mantenerlo vivo.En: Both felt that while love could challenge distance, it was understanding and listening that kept it alive.It: Mentre si allontanavano tenendosi per mano, Elena li guardò andare via, contenta del loro ritrovato passo avanti.En: As they walked away holding hands, Elena watched them go, happy for their newfound step forward.It: E così, l'autunno alla Fontana di Trevi diventò il simbolo di speranza e ricordi riaccesi, promettendo che l'amore, con la sua forza, può superare qualsiasi distanza.En: And so, autumn at the Fontana di Trevi became a symbol of hope and rekindled memories, promising that love, with its strength, can overcome any distance. Vocabulary Words:gentle: morbidafountain: la fontanaenchanted: incantobreeze: vento leggerotourists: i turistiproposal: la propostasmile: il sorrisogravity: la gravitàrelationship: la relazionemagic: la magialong-distance: a distanzasister: la sorellabridge: fare da ponteshake: tremantegap: il divariopatience: la pazienzaforward: avanticoin: la monetahopeful: speranzososigh: sospirolaughter: le risateadventures: le avventureembrace: abbracciareto witness: essere testimonebeginning: il nuovo iniziounderstanding: la comprensionedistance: la distanzato walk away: allontanarsihope: la speranzamemories: i ricordi

Apoie o UP no Orelo: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠clique aqui!⁠⁠⁠Seguimos na busca infinita de jogar absolutamente todos os jogos que a humanidade produziu em 2025 – isso se Rematch nos permitir ter tempo. Neste episódio, falamos sobre a polêmica venda da EA, damos nossas impressões do novo skate. e comentamos sobre o EA FC 26. O nosso muito obrigado a: Guilherme Serravalle, Diego Almeida, Vitor Ludwig, João Sousa, Breno Bezerra Bluhm, Jéssica Macedo, Lucas Eid, Naga, Gabriel Dias, Matheus Henrique, Victor Toffano, Guilherme Magalhães, Rafael Ramalli da Silva, Lucas Carvalho, Renato Martins, Bruno Luiz Korckievicz, Marcelo Junior, Vitor Araujo, Anderson Lister, Lucas Brum, Rodrigo Souza, Rodrigo Taira, Paulo Piazza, Victor “VicGurg” Gurgel, Moisés Resende, Caio Barcelos, Renato Bena, Daniel Labres, Gabriel Bisuli, Renan Ferraz, Davi, Gustavo Garcia, Pedro Vital Brazil, Eric Quarterolli, Sergie Arruda, Bruno Correia Milani, Venigma, João Cassorielo, Yan Queiroz, Vivian, Henrique Fernandes Veri Marques, Gabriel Bittencourt Borowski, REGIS F G FREITAS, Rafael Valim, Anderson Barbosa, Felipe Dal Molin, Luan Germano, Andre Jarenkow, Guilherme Rodrigues, Érica Fontana, Giancarlo, Marcus Buzette, Arthur Luiz, Isadora Marques, Daniel Baumgratz, Caio Cardoso, Giovanne, Daniel Ferreira de Camargo, Ananias Júnior, Rebeca Moura, Clarissa Farias, Daniel Bandoni, Thiago Yakomizo Buainain, Pedro C., Rafael Silva, Luiz Gustavo, Matheus Vasques, Moisés Pacheco de Souza, João Henrique, Bruno Hatto, Marquinhos Maia, Carlos Bonomi, Joao, Akemi Nakamura, Wellington Oliveira, Luiz Fernando Moratelli, Francisco Campos, Fernando Gusman, Ednardo M.Toledo, Cicero Ruschel, Arthur Valladão, dudu pansica, Anne Verrino, Paulo Felisbino, Felipe Gil, Mariana Janoti, Carlos Jefferson, Leonardo Azzi Martins, Arthur Goulart, Rafael Yabiku, MARCELO CARLOS DOS SANTOS JÚNIOR, Gabriel Barros, Júlia Paterniani, Renan Felipe Silva, Guilherme Shuto, Area Zero Podcast, Marcel Kuhne, Filipovisky De La Fuente, Ruan, Helio Cannone, Agmar, andre juck, Andre Benia, André Luís Teixeira, Suellen Amorim!Siga o UP:Orelo | Twitter | Twitch | Instagram | DiscordContato comercial: contato@somosup.com

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This week on the penultimate episode of this season'sPeanuts and Popcorn, both the Cubs and Tigers win their respective wild card series, as both Tom and I squeal with delight. In Popcorn, we have two excellent movies to break down. We begin with a Gurinder Chadra-directedmusical interpretation of the Jane Austen novel, Bride & Prejudice, we then turn to Tom's selection, a French film noir classic directed by Louie Malle from 1958, Elevator to the Gallows. Next Show's Films:Leo's Pick: The Killing of a Chinese Bookie (1976)Tom's Pick:  Black Orpheus (1959)

This week on the penultimate episode of this season's Peanutsand Popcorn, both the Cubs and Tigers win their respective wild card series, as both Tom and I squeal with delight. In Popcorn, we have two excellent movies tobreak down. We begin with a Gurinder Chadra-directed musical interpretation of the Jane Austen novel, Bride and Prejudice, we then turn to Tom's selection, a French film noir classic directed by Louie Malle from 1958, Elevatorto the Gallows. Next Show:Tom Choice: Black Orpheus (1959)Leo's Choice: The Killing of a Chinese Bookie (1976)

Story 1: The Alperts vs. “Elizabeth” — After buying a Fontana, CA home at foreclosure, Tracie and Myles Alpert couldn't move in for 15 months as the former owner refused to leave. Evictions, unlawful detainer battles, media coverage (KTLA 5), and finally a Sheriff-led removal in April 2021. Story 2: The “Nanny Nightmare” — Diane Stretton vs. the Bracamontes in Upland, CA. Hired for room and board, stopped working, refused to leave, won tenant protections in court, and only left after intense national coverage (ABC, CNN, Fox). Listed as a vexatious litigant, according to ABC. What you'll learn: Squatter vs. unauthorized occupant vs. holdover tenant vs. trespasser When police can remove someone—and when you need a forcible detainer How to secure vacant properties and prevent unauthorized occupancy A practical prevention playbook: leases, inspections, notices, and fast action  

Apoie o UP no Orelo: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠clique aqui!⁠⁠⁠Em tempos de muitos lançamentos e a correria do dia-a-dia, há momentos em que nos perguntamos se estamos curtindo de verdade os videogames como um passatempo ou se estamos apenas correndo atrás de tentar aproveitar essas experiências da melhor forma possível. Neste episódio, travamos um debate sobre o tema e deciframos até onde vai a linha do divertimento.O nosso muito obrigado a: Guilherme Serravalle, Diego Almeida, Vitor Ludwig, João Sousa, Breno Bezerra Bluhm, Jéssica Macedo, Lucas Eid, Naga, Gabriel Dias, Matheus Henrique, Victor Toffano, Guilherme Magalhães, Rafael Ramalli da Silva, Lucas Carvalho, Renato Martins, Bruno Luiz Korckievicz, Marcelo Junior, Vitor Araujo, Anderson Lister, Lucas Brum, Rodrigo Souza, Rodrigo Taira, Paulo Piazza, Victor “VicGurg” Gurgel, Moisés Resende, Caio Barcelos, Renato Bena, Daniel Labres, Gabriel Bisuli, Renan Ferraz, Davi, Gustavo Garcia, Pedro Vital Brazil, Eric Quarterolli, Sergie Arruda, Bruno Correia Milani, Venigma, João Cassorielo, Yan Queiroz, Vivian, Henrique Fernandes Veri Marques, Gabriel Bittencourt Borowski, REGIS F G FREITAS, Rafael Valim, Anderson Barbosa, Felipe Dal Molin, Luan Germano, Andre Jarenkow, Guilherme Rodrigues, Érica Fontana, Giancarlo, Marcus Buzette, Arthur Luiz, Isadora Marques, Daniel Baumgratz, Caio Cardoso, Giovanne, Daniel Ferreira de Camargo, Ananias Júnior, Rebeca Moura, Clarissa Farias, Daniel Bandoni, Thiago Yakomizo Buainain, Pedro C., Rafael Silva, Luiz Gustavo, Matheus Vasques, Moisés Pacheco de Souza, João Henrique, Bruno Hatto, Marquinhos Maia, Carlos Bonomi, Joao, Akemi Nakamura, Wellington Oliveira, Luiz Fernando Moratelli, Francisco Campos, Fernando Gusman, Ednardo M.Toledo, Cicero Ruschel, Arthur Valladão, dudu pansica, Anne Verrino, Paulo Felisbino, Felipe Gil, Mariana Janoti, Carlos Jefferson, Leonardo Azzi Martins, Arthur Goulart, Rafael Yabiku, MARCELO CARLOS DOS SANTOS JÚNIOR, Gabriel Barros, Júlia Paterniani, Renan Felipe Silva, Guilherme Shuto, Area Zero Podcast, Marcel Kuhne, Filipovisky De La Fuente, Ruan, Helio Cannone, Agmar, andre juck, Andre Benia, André Luís Teixeira, Suellen Amorim!Siga o UP:Orelo | Twitter | Twitch | Instagram | DiscordContato comercial: contato@somosup.com

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This week's SGV Connect features a pair of interviews by Damien Newton. Don't worry Chris fans, the next podcast has already been recorded and it has a pair conducted by Chris Greenspon. The first interview this week is with Felicial Friesema about the big changes that have occurred in September with Foothill Transit Coverage. Of course, the SGV's bus agency had to create new routes for the A-Line stations that opened in Glendora, San Dimas, La Verne, and Pomona; but the transit agency also opened a new bus line, Line 295, to serve Cal Poly Pomona and Mt. San Antonio College (Mt. Sac). A transcript of that interview can be found below the podcast embed. Our second interview is a rebroadcast of last week's StreetSmart podcast from Streetsblog California. The episode features Transform CA's Zack Deutsch-Gross and we break down the recently concluded legislative session. To listen to that episode by itself, or for a transcript of the interview, click here.   SGV Connect is supported by Foothill Transit, offering car-free travel throughout the San Gabriel Valley with connections to the new Gold Line Stations across the Foothills and Commuter Express lines traveling into the heart of downtown L.A. To plan your trip, visit Foothill Transit. “Foothill Transit. Going Good Places.” Sign-up for our SGV Connect Newsletter, coming to your inbox on Fridays!       Damien We're here with Felicia Friesema from Foothill Transit. There have been a few big changes since the last time we talked—outside of the regular route adjustments—especially with the… I was going to say Gold Line. Am I allowed to say “Gold Line” here?  Felicia Friesema Not anymore, dude. It's the A Line. Damien When I'm with the Construction Authority, they still let me call it the Gold Line. Felicia Well, because “Gold Line” is still in their name. But yeah, it's the A Line now. Damien Fine. The new “A Line” stations opened, and you also launched a new bus route. Let's start there. What can you tell us about the 295? It opened last week. And while it serves a Gold Line—uh, A Line—station… I'm going to let people in on something Chris Greenspawn knows well: I mess this up in our ad copy at least once a month and we have to re-shoot it. Felicia (laughs) Damien So if you ever hear Chris say, “Why don't you read that ad copy, Damien?” It's usually because I've already messed it up. Anyway, you launched a new bus line serving an A Line station, but you opened it before the A Line station opened. Tell us about Route 295. Felicia Yes! Congratulations to us. I'm really happy about it. Line 295 is one of our shorter lines—it only serves three stops. It runs between San Dimas Station, Cal Poly Pomona at Temple, and the Mt. SAC Transit Center. Service is Monday through Friday, 6 a.m. to 7 p.m., with 20-minute intervals. We opened on the 15th to introduce people to the new line. We honestly didn't expect much ridership at first—and we were proved wrong very quickly. On the first day alone, we had over 200 rides. We weren't expecting that at all, which means we've got a lot of non–light rail-oriented riders on that line. Damien Just to be clear: you weren't expecting ridership on day one until the rail station opened, right? Felicia Correct—thank you for clarifying that, Damien. We weren't expecting ridership to really kick in until the A Line opened on the 19th. We started the service early to get a sense of traffic patterns, especially on Temple between Cal Poly and Mt. SAC. That area can get pretty hairy at certain times of day when school's in session. We wanted to see how the schedule would run. Little did we know it would become really useful to a lot of people right away. And then, of course, ridership picked up again when the Gold Line—see, I just did it— Damien (laughs) Felicia —when the A Line opened on Friday. Damien This line mostly serves the college campuses. You're expecting students, professors, and people accessing the campus from farther away. It's not quite a first-mile/last-mile connection—it's a bit longer than that—but it's both a rail connector and a local route now. Felicia Exactly. Cal Poly Pomona and Mt. SAC have long been commuter campuses. Cal Poly does have dorms, but a significant number of students drive or take transit from far away—some from downtown L.A., some from Fontana. Having a smooth, easy transit option is definitely a plus for them. Damien As my kids get older, we're starting to look at colleges for my son, who's a sophomore. We've heard: don't sleep on local schools. People undervalue them—especially if they're used to traveling for college. I live in West L.A. and have heard plenty about people commuting to Cal Poly Pomona. I'm not as familiar with Mt. SAC—my kids' interests don't line up with their specialties—but I've already noticed the rail connection. My kid (or I) would only have to transfer twice to get there by train instead of driving. Felicia Exactly. Damien The big transportation story in the San Gabriel Valley right now is the four new A Line stations that opened on Friday. Joe did a Streetsblog story about it. We're going to go out and ride it together soon. How does this impact what you do? It's not just providing connections to stations—you've probably got some bus lines that can be almost replaced by rail. I imagine it's a lot of work every time a new station opens. Felicia It is, but it's good work. When the A Line—then the Gold Line—first started opening in the San Gabriel Valley, we had one line across the Foothill corridor called the 187. We've since split that into the 187 and 188, with Azusa as the midpoint. We thought we'd lose significant ridership along that corridor when the A Line opened… And—see, I'm going back and forth, too. Damien Yeah, it's not easy. Felicia Gold Line for history's sake; A Line for now. Anyway, we found that while travel patterns changed, our ridership wasn't heavily impacted by the opening of the Gold/A Line. Splitting the 187 into two lines also improved schedule adherence. We learned some people needed to get into Pasadena and others into Claremont, so having a transfer in the middle made the line more efficient. We still watch the area very closely. That earlier experience became our blueprint for how service might be affected by these new stations. We're not anticipating major shifts, but we're keeping a close eye on it. We've also worked to get our service closer to the stations for first-mile/last-mile connectivity. For the most part, it's just another great way to make sure people are getting on transit. Damien There's a post on your website—we've been linking to it in the SGV Connect newsletter. It's literally foothilltransit.org/article/foothilltransit-and-metrorail. It shows all the connections to the various stations for people who want to access them. And your website always does a little extra—like highlighting local businesses around the stations. I always appreciate that. Felicia Yes. Damien So it's probably too early to see how 295 has been impacted by the station opening. Friday was a special day, then you had a weekend. We're recording this Monday the 22nd—the second weekday the line and station are both open. Any interesting early observations from the A Line stations and your transit service? Felicia Yes, actually. We're very excited about this and keeping track of where ridership is growing. Fridays are usually low ridership days—people take off early or make it a three-day weekend. But we had really solid ridership on the 295 out of San Dimas Station the first day the A Line was open. We expect that number to grow. We're partnering heavily with the schools and relying on a lot of word of mouth. We're also looking at how other lines are impacted. It's hard to tell exactly how much ridership is shifting because you can't always tell if a boarding is from the street or a transfer from the A Line. We're sending people out to make sure connections are smooth and to help riders with questions. These are still early days, but we're keeping close tabs. Damien I was talking to a friend over the weekend—he's in the industry—and he suggested I ask: Do you think these new stations will mean more overall ridership, or less on the bus lines? I always assumed people would ride the train instead of the bus. His hypothesis is that you'll more than make up for that with people who weren't riding transit at all but will now ride the train and need the bus for the last leg. Felicia I think in the short term, yes. With something like this, you have to take a long view. Our surveys consistently show: the more transit service is available and frequent, the more people ride—period. Any new transit service—more connectivity, more frequency, more access—is good for all transit. In the short term, there may be some shifts as travel patterns change. But long term, anything that makes transit more familiar, accessible, and easy to use is good across the board. Damien All right. Any closing thoughts, or anything I didn't ask that you think listeners should know? Felicia Just one thing about the La Verne Station. We've seen a lot of chatter about accessibility—specifically about having a stop closer to the station or buses going directly into the station. Unfortunately, they weren't able to make the adjustments needed for a proper bus turnaround. We were hoping they could. The Construction Authority is turning the project over to Metro, so it'll be in Metro's hands going forward. We'll partner with them to make it more accessible. For now, bus service will be across the street rather than directly in the station. Damien I did notice on the map that there's a new stop on the 197 significantly closer than the previous ones. Felicia Correct. Damien But the hope is you'll be able to go directly into the station in the medium-term future? Felicia Correct. We'll say the “hopeful” future. Damien Obviously it's not happening next month, but hopefully Metro can make that fix reasonably soon. Felicia We hope. We hope, we hope. But yes, we've adjusted the line as much as possible to make it more accessible. Damien All right. Thank you so much for your time. We usually do an end-of-year check-in around November or December—let's plan on that. Felicia Those are fun. Let's make it an AMA. Damien Oh, we could do that. That'd be fun. Felicia Yeah, let's do an AMA. I loved the last one we did. Damien I always like when people send me questions anonymously, even though you and I can almost immediately guess who sent them. Felicia For sure. We know you guys. We do. Damien Anyway, thank you so much for this. We'll check in again. I've gotten more interested in how bus and rail work together—after watching the last Gold Line extensions and even locally with the Expo (excuse me, E Line) here—how that impacted Big Blue Bus and Metro Bus service. I started as a bike guy, but this has become fascinating to me. Felicia Yes, come to the dark side, Damien.      

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Apoie o UP no Orelo: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠clique aqui!⁠⁠⁠É quase impossível falar sobre a histórias dos videogames e não falar sobre Super Mario Bros. Um dos personagens mais importantes da cultura pop, o encanador bigodudo da Nintendo chegou a quatro décadas muito bem vividas e, pensando nisso, nos reunimos para relembrar essa trajetória, comentar os festejos de 40 anos do personagem e fazer uma pequena viagem no tempo enquanto compartilhamos nossas experiências favoritas com o personagem. O nosso muito obrigado a: Guilherme Serravalle, Diego Almeida, Vitor Ludwig, João Sousa, Breno Bezerra Bluhm, Jéssica Macedo, Lucas Eid, Naga, Gabriel Dias, Matheus Henrique, Victor Toffano, Guilherme Magalhães, Rafael Ramalli da Silva, Lucas Carvalho, Renato Martins, Bruno Luiz Korckievicz, Marcelo Junior, Vitor Araujo, Anderson Lister, Lucas Brum, Rodrigo Souza, Rodrigo Taira, Paulo Piazza, Victor “VicGurg” Gurgel, Moisés Resende, Caio Barcelos, Renato Bena, Daniel Labres, Gabriel Bisuli, Renan Ferraz, Davi, Gustavo Garcia, Pedro Vital Brazil, Eric Quarterolli, Sergie Arruda, Bruno Correia Milani, Venigma, João Cassorielo, Yan Queiroz, Vivian, Henrique Fernandes Veri Marques, Gabriel Bittencourt Borowski, REGIS F G FREITAS, Rafael Valim, Anderson Barbosa, Felipe Dal Molin, Luan Germano, Andre Jarenkow, Guilherme Rodrigues, Érica Fontana, Giancarlo, Marcus Buzette, Arthur Luiz, Isadora Marques, Daniel Baumgratz, Caio Cardoso, Giovanne, Daniel Ferreira de Camargo, Ananias Júnior, Rebeca Moura, Clarissa Farias, Daniel Bandoni, Thiago Yakomizo Buainain, Pedro C., Rafael Silva, Luiz Gustavo, Matheus Vasques, Moisés Pacheco de Souza, João Henrique, Bruno Hatto, Marquinhos Maia, Carlos Bonomi, Joao, Akemi Nakamura, Wellington Oliveira, Luiz Fernando Moratelli, Francisco Campos, Fernando Gusman, Ednardo M.Toledo, Cicero Ruschel, Arthur Valladão, dudu pansica, Anne Verrino, Paulo Felisbino, Felipe Gil, Mariana Janoti, Carlos Jefferson, Leonardo Azzi Martins, Arthur Goulart, Rafael Yabiku, MARCELO CARLOS DOS SANTOS JÚNIOR, Gabriel Barros, Júlia Paterniani, Renan Felipe Silva, Guilherme Shuto, Area Zero Podcast, Marcel Kuhne, Filipovisky De La Fuente, Ruan, Helio Cannone, Agmar, andre juck, Andre Benia, André Luís Teixeira, Suellen Amorim!Siga o UP:Orelo | Twitter | Twitch | Instagram | DiscordContato comercial: contato@somosup.com

This week on Peanuts and Popcorn, we start with Peanuts, the last week has been an eventful one for the Chicago Cubs, starting with Anthony Rizzo Day at Wrigley followed by a playoff clinching win. Detroit's AL Central lead is inperil.In Popcorn, we'll start with Leo's choice, A Matter of Life and Death (1946) from, Michael Powell and Emeric Pressburger. Tommy opted for Nashville (1975), directed by the great Robert Altman.  Next Show's Films:Leo's Pick: Bride & Prejudice (2004)Tom's Pick:  Elevator to the Gallows (1958) 

We begin with a newly-recorded interview with Adam Nimoy, talking about his memoir "The Most Human: Reconciling with my Father, Leonard Nimoy," which has just been re-released in paperback. We follow that up with excerpts from several Star Trek-related interviews from the Morning Show Archives. Those conversations feature story editor and writer D.C. Fontana as well as cast members William Shatner (James T. Kirk) and Walter Koenig (Pavel Chekov.)

No Café PT,  o secretário Geral do Partido dos Trabalhadores e das Trabalhadoras, Henrique Fontana, falou sobre a defesa da democracia contra pautas antidemocráticas que avançaram na Câmara dos Deputados nesta semana .

Apoie o UP no Orelo: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠clique aqui!⁠⁠⁠Isso não é uma simulação! Sim, Silksong está entre nós! Neste episódio, o UP se reúne para relembrar o impacto de Hollow Knight, debater as novidades da sequência e aproveitamos para responder a grande pergunta: valeu à pena esperar?O nosso muito obrigado a: Guilherme Serravalle, Diego Almeida, Vitor Ludwig, João Sousa, Breno Bezerra Bluhm, Jéssica Macedo, Lucas Eid, Naga, Gabriel Dias, Matheus Henrique, Victor Toffano, Guilherme Magalhães, Rafael Ramalli da Silva, Lucas Carvalho, Renato Martins, Bruno Luiz Korckievicz, Marcelo Junior, Vitor Araujo, Anderson Lister, Lucas Brum, Rodrigo Souza, Rodrigo Taira, Paulo Piazza, Victor “VicGurg” Gurgel, Moisés Resende, Caio Barcelos, Renato Bena, Daniel Labres, Gabriel Bisuli, Renan Ferraz, Davi, Gustavo Garcia, Pedro Vital Brazil, Eric Quarterolli, Sergie Arruda, Bruno Correia Milani, Venigma, João Cassorielo, Yan Queiroz, Vivian, Henrique Fernandes Veri Marques, Gabriel Bittencourt Borowski, REGIS F G FREITAS, Rafael Valim, Anderson Barbosa, Felipe Dal Molin, Luan Germano, Andre Jarenkow, Guilherme Rodrigues, Érica Fontana, Giancarlo, Marcus Buzette, Arthur Luiz, Isadora Marques, Daniel Baumgratz, Caio Cardoso, Giovanne, Daniel Ferreira de Camargo, Ananias Júnior, Rebeca Moura, Clarissa Farias, Daniel Bandoni, Thiago Yakomizo Buainain, Pedro C., Rafael Silva, Luiz Gustavo, Matheus Vasques, Moisés Pacheco de Souza, João Henrique, Bruno Hatto, Marquinhos Maia, Carlos Bonomi, Joao, Akemi Nakamura, Wellington Oliveira, Luiz Fernando Moratelli, Francisco Campos, Fernando Gusman, Ednardo M.Toledo, Cicero Ruschel, Arthur Valladão, dudu pansica, Anne Verrino, Paulo Felisbino, Felipe Gil, Mariana Janoti, Carlos Jefferson, Leonardo Azzi Martins, Arthur Goulart, Rafael Yabiku, MARCELO CARLOS DOS SANTOS JÚNIOR, Gabriel Barros, Júlia Paterniani, Renan Felipe Silva, Guilherme Shuto, Area Zero Podcast, Marcel Kuhne, Filipovisky De La Fuente, Ruan, Helio Cannone, Agmar, andre juck, Andre Benia, André Luís Teixeira, Suellen Amorim!Siga o UP:Orelo | Twitter | Twitch | Instagram | DiscordContato comercial: contato@somosup.com

By Any Other Name (Star Trek: The Original Series (TOS), S2 E22) was recommended by Toledo (toe-LEE-dough), he/him, who said: I first encountered this episode, as I did many TOS episodes, in elementary school while I read collections of James Blish's novelizations from the 70s. Even in text, there were elements I found to be genuinely horrifying: super-powerful aliens that apparently are normally giant, tentacled Lovecraftian creatures; they're coming to conquer the galaxy; machines give them the power to immobilize people and to transform them into helpless, easily- and callously-destroyed polyhedra.It give us a rare example of intergalactic travel in Star Trek: the Kelvans are from Andromeda, arrived in a generation ship, and wish to return.It offers a very clever narrative use of aliens looking exactly human: it's a necessary shapeshifting adaptation for the Kelvans to use the Enterprise, but it's also the key to their demise.I think this episode offers some early vocal callbacks to previous episodes, demonstrating how TOS sometimes handled continuity -- and foreshadowing later Trek. Examples include callouts to "Where No Man Has Gone Before" (galactic barrier) and "A Taste of Armageddon" _Vulcan mind tricks).Tons of genuine silliness: the Kelvans' reactions to humans, Scotty's iconic "it is green."By Any Other Name first aired on February 9, 1968, written by story by Jerome Bixby, teleplay by D. C. Fontana and Jerome Bixby, and directed by Marc DanielsTelepathic aliens take control of Kirk and Spock's bodies with the intention to build new, mechanized bodies for themselves. After receiving a distress signal from a planet deep in the galaxy and far from the last charted area, the Enterprise is contacted by a life form of pure energy that wishes Kirk, Spock, Dr. Mulhall and Bones to beam down. They meet Sargon, a conscious mind trapped in a machine. Sargon explains that their civilization travelled space just like Kirk centuries ago and left people in various star systems to colonize. But this planet suffered a war where all but a few people destroyed themselves. Sargon, his wife and another remain alive like this and wish to take control of Kirk, Spock and Dr. Mulhall's bodies to make android bodies for themselves. The Enterprise accepts their offer after deliberation and Sargon begins work. To allow the body to sustain this transformation, Henock, the third alien, makes a potion to help but has other plans. Sargon devizes a plan to destroy him, apologizes to the Enterprise and accepts their fate thereby ceasing to exist.[2]The Joy of Trek is hosted by Khaki & Kay, with editing & production by Chief Engineer Greg and music by Fox Amoore (Bandcamp | Bluesky)Send us your recommendations, or support us on Patreon.Find us at joyoftrek.com · Twitter · Facebook

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Apoie o UP no Orelo: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠clique aqui!⁠⁠⁠Neste quase-episódio, gravamos um comunicado importante em que comunicamos coisas importantes.O nosso muito obrigado a: Guilherme Serravalle, Diego Almeida, Vitor Ludwig, João Sousa, Breno Bezerra Bluhm, Jéssica Macedo, Lucas Eid, Naga, Gabriel Dias, Matheus Henrique, Victor Toffano, Guilherme Magalhães, Rafael Ramalli da Silva, Lucas Carvalho, Renato Martins, Bruno Luiz Korckievicz, Marcelo Junior, Vitor Araujo, Anderson Lister, Lucas Brum, Rodrigo Souza, Rodrigo Taira, Paulo Piazza, Victor “VicGurg” Gurgel, Moisés Resende, Caio Barcelos, Renato Bena, Daniel Labres, Gabriel Bisuli, Renan Ferraz, Davi, Gustavo Garcia, Pedro Vital Brazil, Eric Quarterolli, Sergie Arruda, Bruno Correia Milani, Venigma, João Cassorielo, Yan Queiroz, Vivian, Henrique Fernandes Veri Marques, Gabriel Bittencourt Borowski, REGIS F G FREITAS, Rafael Valim, Anderson Barbosa, Felipe Dal Molin, Luan Germano, Andre Jarenkow, Guilherme Rodrigues, Érica Fontana, Giancarlo, Marcus Buzette, Arthur Luiz, Isadora Marques, Daniel Baumgratz, Caio Cardoso, Giovanne, Daniel Ferreira de Camargo, Ananias Júnior, Rebeca Moura, Clarissa Farias, Daniel Bandoni, Thiago Yakomizo Buainain, Pedro C., Rafael Silva, Luiz Gustavo, Matheus Vasques, Moisés Pacheco de Souza, João Henrique, Bruno Hatto, Marquinhos Maia, Carlos Bonomi, Joao, Akemi Nakamura, Wellington Oliveira, Luiz Fernando Moratelli, Francisco Campos, Fernando Gusman, Ednardo M.Toledo, Cicero Ruschel, Arthur Valladão, dudu pansica, Anne Verrino, Paulo Felisbino, Felipe Gil, Mariana Janoti, Carlos Jefferson, Leonardo Azzi Martins, Arthur Goulart, Rafael Yabiku, MARCELO CARLOS DOS SANTOS JÚNIOR, Gabriel Barros, Júlia Paterniani, Renan Felipe Silva, Guilherme Shuto, Area Zero Podcast, Marcel Kuhne, Filipovisky De La Fuente, Ruan, Helio Cannone, Agmar, andre juck, Andre Benia, André Luís Teixeira, Suellen Amorim!Siga o UP:Orelo | Twitter | Twitch | Instagram | DiscordContato comercial: contato@somosup.com

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This week on Peanuts and Popcorn, we are one week into the last month of the MLB season, AJ Hinch and Craig Counsell are getting the Tigers and Cubs ready for the playoffs. In Popcorn, we start with a forgotten Charlie Bronson classic, Hard Times (1972), then we pivot to Stanley Kubrick epic, Barry Lyndon (1975).  Next Show's Films:Leo's Pick: Stairway to Heaven (1946)Tom's Pick:  Nashville (1975)

On Episode 321 of the Tailgate Guys BBQ Podcast, we talk it over with one of the nation's hottest competition pit masters. Gabe Trevino and Smokin' Volts BBQ of Fontana, California is coming off a Grand Championship over Labor Day Weekend at the star-studded Meat & Tater BBQ Fest in Boise, Idaho. Gabe scored a 707.9 total, edging out Gettin' Basted and one of his mentors, Brad Leighninger, for top honors. It was Smokin' Volts' second straight GC and fifth in seven events since June 1. Gabe reviews his BBQ background and what it feels like to be on a roll - especially in the Brisket category in which he's won six times in 2025.   Charlie Wallace joins us from Grill Guys of Missouri to review the big 4th anniversary celebration last weekend and other happenings at the standout store in Republic. Co-hosts Steve and Lyndal also talk about their latest cooking adventures and touch on the start of the NFL season. Check out the show in the link below or on your favorite #podcast platform. A big thanks to our show sponsors and marketing partners. Please support them: Blues Hog #blueshognation Royal Oak Charcoal #charcoalofchampions  The Butcher Shoppe #alwayshandpicked  The Grill Guys of Missouri #grillguys417 Marty "Sign Man" Prather  Domino's #pizza Clark Crew BBQ #clarkcrewbbq  Mister Brisket #thighlife Have a great week! #SmokeEmIfYouGotEm

Apoie o UP no Orelo: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠clique aqui!⁠⁠⁠Em uma época em que remake de jogo nasce até em árvore, o UP se une a Bruno Silva para um papo sobre jogos intocáveis, remakes desnecessários e até mesmo um mergulho profundo no puro conceito de se refazer um jogo nos tempos de hoje.O nosso muito obrigado a: Guilherme Serravalle, Diego Almeida, Vitor Ludwig, João Sousa, Breno Bezerra Bluhm, Jéssica Macedo, Lucas Eid, Naga, Gabriel Dias, Matheus Henrique, Victor Toffano, Guilherme Magalhães, Rafael Ramalli da Silva, Lucas Carvalho, Renato Martins, Bruno Luiz Korckievicz, Marcelo Junior, Vitor Araujo, Anderson Lister, Lucas Brum, Rodrigo Souza, Rodrigo Taira, Paulo Piazza, Victor “VicGurg” Gurgel, Moisés Resende, Caio Barcelos, Renato Bena, Daniel Labres, Gabriel Bisuli, Renan Ferraz, Davi, Gustavo Garcia, Pedro Vital Brazil, Eric Quarterolli, Sergie Arruda, Bruno Correia Milani, Venigma, João Cassorielo, Yan Queiroz, Vivian, Henrique Fernandes Veri Marques, Gabriel Bittencourt Borowski, REGIS F G FREITAS, Rafael Valim, Anderson Barbosa, Felipe Dal Molin, Luan Germano, Andre Jarenkow, Guilherme Rodrigues, Érica Fontana, Giancarlo, Marcus Buzette, Arthur Luiz, Isadora Marques, Daniel Baumgratz, Caio Cardoso, Giovanne, Daniel Ferreira de Camargo, Ananias Júnior, Rebeca Moura, Clarissa Farias, Daniel Bandoni, Thiago Yakomizo Buainain, Pedro C., Rafael Silva, Luiz Gustavo, Matheus Vasques, Moisés Pacheco de Souza, João Henrique, Bruno Hatto, Marquinhos Maia, Carlos Bonomi, Joao, Akemi Nakamura, Wellington Oliveira, Luiz Fernando Moratelli, Francisco Campos, Fernando Gusman, Ednardo M.Toledo, Cicero Ruschel, Arthur Valladão, dudu pansica, Anne Verrino, Paulo Felisbino, Felipe Gil, Mariana Janoti, Carlos Jefferson, Leonardo Azzi Martins, Arthur Goulart, Rafael Yabiku, MARCELO CARLOS DOS SANTOS JÚNIOR, Gabriel Barros, Júlia Paterniani, Renan Felipe Silva, Guilherme Shuto, Area Zero Podcast, Marcel Kuhne, Filipovisky De La Fuente, Ruan, Helio Cannone, Agmar, andre juck, Andre Benia, André Luís Teixeira, Suellen Amorim!Siga o UP:Orelo | Twitter | Twitch | Instagram | DiscordContato comercial: contato@somosup.com

Salami, pistachios and cheese, an odd combination for success, but it's working in Fontana, CA as Mayor Acquanetta Warren explains. GoodGovernmentShow.com Thanks to our sponsors: The Royal Cousins: How Three Cousins Could Have Stopped A World War by Jim Ludlow Ourco Good News For Lefties (and America!) - Daily News for Democracy (Apple Podcasts | Spotify) How to Really Run a City Executive Producers: David Martin, David Snyder, Jim Ludlow Host/Reporter: David Martin Producers: David Martin, Jason Stershic Editor: Jason Stershic

This week on P&P we open the bag of Peanuts, as MLB Commissioner Rob Manfred, suggests a new alignment that would add 2 new teams, and create 4- four-team divisions in each league. In Popcorn, we review Leo's pick from 2011, Pina. We then pivot to Tom's selection, The Exterminating Angel (1962)Next Show's Films:Leo's Pick: Hard Times (1972)Tom's Pick:  Barry Lyndon (1975)

Assembly Member Ramos: ‘paternalistic approach should no longer be tolerated by the state and this Legislature' Ramos describes colleague's remarks as odious and cynical *The following is the text of an August 21, 2025, news release* SACRAMENTO — Assemblymember James C. Ramos (D-San Bernardino) today expressed his disgust at the offensive use of California's First People during an Assembly Floor discussion of AB 604, regarding proposed California voter redistricting maps. The remarks were made by a San Diego-area Assembly member. "A few days ago, the Assembly acknowledged the long history of horrific atrocities committed against Native Americans living in California, including the War of Extermination, called for by the state's first governor. Therefore, it was particularly odious to have California's First People used so cynically today. "Redistricting does not erase tribal sovereignty, reservations, citizenship rights or power. As the Legislature's first California Native American elected to the State Legislature, I found it offensive and hypocritical to bring the tribes into a highly contentious fight without seeking their input and assuming that this one colleague would know best what would serve Native Americans. This paternalistic approach toward Native Americans should no longer be tolerated by the state and this Legislature." ### Assemblymember James C. Ramos proudly represents the 45th Assembly district that includes the Cities of Fontana, Highland, Mentone, Redlands, Rialto and San Bernardino. He is the first and only California Native American serving in the state's legislature. Ramos chairs the Assembly Budget Subcommittee No. 6 on Public Safety and the Assembly Select Committee on Native American Affairs.

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There's a murderer on board, So Spock might pull the chord! You'll hear Sarek say “My Wife! Attend!” while a Tellarite meets his end! A killer runs amok while Spock's parents finger fuuh, oh -- uh, how about... D.C. Fontana brings more world-building to this intergalactic fable as we're settling in for a Journey to Babel! It got dicey there for a minute, maman!Episode Reviewed:Star Trek 2x14 - "Journey to Babel"Hosts:David C. RobersonEffie OpheldersNote: This episode of Star Trek Universe continues young Effie's first watch of Star Trek in production order. Guiding her on this journey: Dave, a stalwart fan of almost four decades who rewatches along with her, provides trivia, insights and the occasional excitement-stoking minor spoiler. Join Us:Site: http://startrekucast.comApple: http://bit.ly/StuCastSpotify: http://bit.ly/StarTrekUCastSpreaker: http://bit.ly/StuCastSpreaker