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durée : 00:28:49 - Une histoire particulière - par : Camille Desombre - À la veille de la Grande Guerre, une féministe amiénoise fait parler d'elle jusqu'aux États-Unis : après les législatives de 1911, elle annonce par voie de presse sa candidature à la présidentielle de 1913… et fait face aux railleries misogynes. - réalisation : Anne Depelchin

2025-11-13 Homélie du Père Mathieu - Messe pour les malades - Paroisse de la Garde by Radio Maria France

durée : 00:28:49 - Une histoire particulière - par : Camille Desombre - À la veille de la Grande Guerre, une féministe amiénoise fait parler d'elle jusqu'aux États-Unis : après les législatives de 1911, elle annonce par voie de presse sa candidature à la présidentielle de 1913… et fait face aux railleries misogynes. - réalisation : Anne Depelchin

Un tir de mortier d'artifice, lancé en marge d'un tournage d'un clip de rap, a embrasé plusieurs appartements d'un immeuble de Rillieux-la-Pape, samedi 8 novembre. Le rappeur a été interpellé jeudi. Hébergé par Audiomeans. Visitez audiomeans.fr/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

durée : 00:11:53 - Les Midis de Culture - par : Marie Labory - Première femme galeriste à Paris, Berthe Weill a révélé Picasso, Matisse, Modigliani ou encore Van Dongen. Visionnaire et combattive, elle fit de sa galerie un laboratoire de la modernité. Le musée de l'Orangerie rend hommage à cette pionnière restée trop longtemps dans l'ombre. - réalisation : Laurence Malonda - invités : Sally Bonn Maître de conférence en esthétique à l'Université Picardie Jules Verne, auteure, critique d'art et commissaire d'exposition.; Stéphane Corréard Editorialiste au Journal des Arts

durée : 00:27:39 - Les Midis de Culture - par : Marie Labory - Aujourd'hui, au menu de notre débat critique, des expositions avec "Jacques-Louis David" au Musée du Louvre & "Berthe Weill. Galeriste d'avant-garde" à l'Orangerie - réalisation : Laurence Malonda - invités : Sally Bonn Maître de conférence en esthétique à l'Université Picardie Jules Verne, auteure, critique d'art et commissaire d'exposition.; Stéphane Corréard Editorialiste au Journal des Arts

La Cour criminelle spéciale de Libreville n'a pas traîné… Moins de 48 heures après l'ouverture des débats lundi, Sylvia et Noureddin Bongo, épouse et fils du président déchu Ali Bongo, ont été condamnés mardi 11 novembre, au soir, par contumace à vingt ans de prison et à de lourdes amendes. Ils étaient notamment accusés de détournement de fonds publics et d'association de malfaiteurs. La cour a suivi les réquisitions du procureur. « Selon le magistrat, relate le site Gabon Review, Sylvia et Noureddin Bongo ont “travesti le pouvoir présidentiel“ après l'accident vasculaire cérébral du président Ali Bongo Ondimba en 2018. Il a décrit “un duo culturellement éloigné du pays, mais pécuniairement très proche“, estimant que l'ex-première dame aurait perçu 16 milliards de francs CFA du Trésor public pour ses “besoins personnels“. Le procureur a par ailleurs évoqué des preuves présumées de blanchiment d'argent, notamment l'achat de jets privés et de biens immobiliers de prestige à Londres et Marrakech, financés par des fonds publics. » 4 millions d'euros par mois ? Gabon actu, autre site d'information gabonais, met en avant le témoignage de Kim Oum, homme à tout faire de l'ex-Première dame : « “Sylvia Bongo dépensait plus de 4 millions d'euros par mois, soit plus de deux milliards de Francs CFA", a-t-il affirmé. "L'argent venait du Trésor public“. L'homme, d'origine coréenne, précise Gabon actu, arrêté avec des mallettes d'argent estimé à plusieurs milliards de francs CFA le 30 août 2023, le jour de coup d'État, a révélé également que 500 millions de francs CFA avaient été décaissés du Trésor public pour corrompre les membres du Centre gabonais des élections. 80 milliards avaient également été mobilisés pour la campagne du scrutin présidentiel 2023, a-t-il allégué. Autre révélation troublante faite par Kim Oum, lors de l'audience, pointe encore Gabon actu : l'achat de l'actuelle résidence cossue de l'ex-couple présidentiel, dans un des quartiers les plus huppés à Londres, aurait coûté plus de 44 milliards de francs CFA et l'acquisition aurait été faite au nom de Sylvia Bongo. » Une « parodie de justice » ? Sylvia Bongo et son fils étaient donc absents du procès. Ils vivent à Londres depuis le mois de mai, après avoir passé plus de vingt mois en détention. Leurs avocats, qui n'étaient pas présents non plus à l'audience, dénoncent un procès « inéquitable ». « C'est une parodie, affirme l'un d'entre eux cité par Le Monde Afrique, une parodie qui se joue en dehors de tout cadre légal. Le seul but est de les jeter en pâture à l'opinion publique et de permettre au président Brice Oligui Nguema de faire oublier sa trahison. » Le Monde Afrique qui précise aussi que « depuis qu'ils sont à Londres, Sylvia et Noureddin Bongo ont multiplié les opérations médiatiques pour contre-attaquer, dénonçant le sort que le nouveau régime leur a fait subir. Arrêtés dans les heures qui ont suivi le putsch et détenus dans la prison de Libreville puis au sein même du palais présidentiel, ils affirment avoir été torturés par des militaires proches de Brice Oligui Nguema. » Interrogé par Le Point Afrique, Noureddin Bongo affirme : « Je n'ai jamais détourné un centime d'argent public », tout en soutenant qu'il ne « peut pas être tenu responsable des manquements ou de la politique de son père ou de son grand-père », respectivement Ali et Omar Bongo. Ali Bongo épargné ? À noter qu'Ali Bongo ne faisait pas partie des accusés. En raison, vraisemblablement, de son état de santé. Mais au-delà, commente Le Pays au Burkina Faso, « un procès de l'ancien chef de l'État aurait été d'autant plus difficile pour le pouvoir que le Général Brice Clotaire Oligui Nguema est connu pour avoir été un homme de confiance du président déchu, puisqu'il était le commandant de la Garde républicaine. Difficile donc pour l'officier-président de faire le procès de son prédécesseur qu'il a servi pendant des années avant de le renverser dans les conditions que l'on sait, sans paraître se tirer une balle dans le pied. » Vraie rupture ou opération politique ? En tout cas, résume Afrik.com, « pour le régime du général Brice Oligui Nguema, ce procès illustre la volonté de rupture avec l'ère Bongo et la lutte contre la corruption. Les autorités présentent cette procédure comme un acte de justice réparatrice, visant à restituer à l'État les richesses indûment accaparées. Mais pour de nombreux observateurs, cette offensive judiciaire, menée en l'absence des accusés, soulève des doutes sur la sincérité du processus. Certains y voient une opération politique destinée à consolider le nouveau pouvoir tout en discréditant définitivement le clan Bongo. » À lire aussiGabon: Sylvia et Noureddin Bongo condamnés à vingt ans de prison en leur absence pour détournement de fonds publics

The Time Riders: Part 4 A daring attempt to rescue Becky from Cardinal Richelieu. Based on a post by BiscuitHammer, in 16 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels. “Your Becky sounds like a very strong woman." Lady Alexandra reflected when Mark told of their conflicts in the time journey to old France. "Actually," Mark said, blushing again. "She reminds me of you, or you remind me of her. You actually look quite a bit alike." She smiled sweetly and reached forward to touch his knee. "High praise for me indeed, then. Am I right in assuming that she speaks French since you do not?" Mark nodded. "Then she should be safe inside the Louvre, which is where my mistress the queen is currently staying," Alexandra concluded. "So his Eminence is playing another little game, to make my mistress feel bad by bringing beautiful women into her service? We shall see to this, Mark, I promise you." "Thanks," he said. "I really, really appreciate this. You have no idea." "She must be very special to you." Alexandra said slyly. "Well, we're not in love, or anything," he said hastily, wishing he didn't have to keep explaining this. "But yeah, I guess you could say we're fond of one another, and she's the only person I time travel with." "Were I you," Alexandra said, sitting back now and taking another sip of one while crossing one leg over the other. "I would try to keep it that way. It has been explained to me, and it seems perfectly logical, that things just get more complicated when you involve other people or try to do too many things?" "You don't look at all like you're from this time," Mark admitted. "Are you actually from the Sun King's France?" She nodded. "That I am, to a noble family of ancient lineage, going even back to the reign of Charlemagne. But in service to my queen, I take very good care of myself and am in the peak of health." "No kidding," Mark breathed, earning a smirk from Alexandra. "Chester said you're good with a sword?" She shrugged in a non-committal manner. "Suffice to say that I am not afraid to take on Les Troi Inseparables." Mark assumed that she meant Athos, Porthos and Aramis. "D'Artagnan too?" She laughed, a beautiful, crystalline sound. "Aye, even the irascible Gascon. Nor do I cringe before the Duke of Buckingham, who is said to be the greatest swordsman in Christendom, barring possibly my brother." "No recognition for you?" She shook her head. "I dare not, my service to the queen would be compromised. I am not driven by fame, Mark, but devotion and duty. Secrecy is all that allows me to continue in my task." "You're like Wonder Woman." Mark laughed. She looked at him and tilted her head. "Comment?" "A fictional heroine from my own time," he said, waving it off. "She's powerful, she's brilliant, she can fight, she can fly, she's compassionate. They've been writing and drawing stories about her for about seventy years now." "It sounds fun," she sighed. "But I do not wish to be ensnared in these time troubles, and I do everything I can to avoid them. The less I know, the better. Protecting my queen is enough." He nodded. "I promise to try and not add to your troubles in this, and I'm sorry." "You needn't be," she said easily, draining her glass. "The debt I owe Chester for this is many years old, I am surprised that he has not called it in before now, to be honest. How long has Becky been at the Louvre?" Mark thought about that. "Uh; a week to get to the palace from where we were; then three weeks; and then it took me a week to get here, so best guess is four weeks." Alexandra nodded and considered. "The initial intense scrutiny she would have been under will be relaxing after a month. They are no doubt still training her, but she sounds very bright, so they will be eager to move her into the court." Mark nodded. "Alright, what do we do? Run in with pistols blazing and swords unsheathed?" She paused in her ruminations and looked at him for a moment before shaking her head slowly, saying nothing. She poured herself another glass of wine and nocked it back before sighing and returning to her thoughts. "Uh, may I ask a question?" Mark said somewhat meekly. Alexandra looked at him and waited. "If; you're one of the queen's ladies-in-waiting," Mark said somewhat awkwardly. "Shouldn't you have at least seen or have heard of Becky by now? I gotta admit, she's like you, she's really hard to miss." The French woman smiled prettily. "I have been away some two months now on a delicate errand for my queen, one that took me south to Spain." "Pretending I was from Spain got me shot." Mark grumbled. Alexandra raised her eyebrows. "Ah, tu hablas español?" "Nope," Mark said, holding up his hands. "Not goin' through this again. So, what do we do, Miss; uh, Miss;” "Just call me Alexandra, cher," she said easily. "And if we become friends, you may call me Alexa." He nodded. "Okay, Alexandra. What is our plan?" "I shall think on that," she replied. "We will not be doing anything until at least tomorrow, I assure you. I only returned this morning and even the queen does not know I am back yet. That being said, you will be my guest here in my private apartments." "Uh, okay," he said. "That doesn't sound too bad, I guess." "It is convenient, for one thing, but another is perhaps a bit more personal and selfish on my part," Alexandra added. "Be honest with me, Mark." "Okay." "Would your Becky be hurt or jealous if you and I were to fuck?" she asked plainly. Mark thought about that for a moment and then shook his head. "She'd probably think there was something wrong with me if I didn't; to be honest. Besides, if she thinks I'm dead, what's the harm?" "Bien," the woman stated, nodding and standing. "Tonight, you and I shall, oh, what is that English saying; ride below the crupper." "Never heard that, but I'm in," he said, chuckling. "And do not worry, unlike most people of this day and age, I bathe daily, so you should not find my closeness offensive." Alexandra added. "I'm pretty sure you could smell like a federal stimulus pork bill and I wouldn't notice," he laughed. "Don't you have quarters at the Louvre?" She nodded. "Oui, but my mistress allows me to stay here when possible, since I am closer to the people of Paris this way. I can look out my window, see them and remind myself of my duty to them." "You're pretty complicated for a noblewoman." Mark admitted. "History doesn't think much of your class of people." "A deserved indictment, no doubt," she sighed. "Alors, I did not keep you here to bore you with such ephemera, I intend to pleasure you before making you risk your life again in the days ahead." The French Art of Feminine Disrobing. He watched from his chair as she slowly turned around and began the French art of feminine disrobing. She began by removing the rather poufy blouse she was wearing, revealing her shapely back. She was beautiful, but now he could see the lines of athleticism in her shoulders and torso, and still somehow with the affectation of being delicate and womanly. Alexandra then lifted one leg and removed her short boot deftly, then reversed her pose as she removed the other boot. Her feet were surprisingly dainty, but they seemed to be planted firmly on the floor. Undoing the tie of her breeches, she wiggled them down over her lovely hips, exposing her incredible behind. She bent over to push the article of clothing down the rest of her statuesque legs and in spite of the dim light, he could almost see her cunt just below those temping cheeks. She stood up straight and stepped elegantly out of the pool of her breeches, putting her hands over her bust as she turned her head to smile at him coyly. As he watched, she slowly came around so she was facing him now. If Mark's jaw could have literally fallen off, it would have. In the flickering candlelight, she was bewitching to behold. Her skin was creamy and flawless, fair and yearning to be kissed. Her womanly hips carried strength, melting into her glorious legs. Her snatch was hairless, something he didn't associate at all with the period; especially the French. "So, do you like what you see?" she purred, enjoying his reaction. He nodded dumbly and she allowed her hands to fall away from her tits, revealing them. Large and perfectly shaped, sitting high no doubt because of her strong back and shoulders, and crowned with small, pink nipples that made his mouth water. "Now perhaps it is time for you to show me the man I will enjoy?" Alexandra said softly, smiling. "Stand up and let me see you, Mark." He couldn't do a thing about his hard-on, so he didn't even bother trying to conceal it. Still sitting, he removed his boots and socks before standing. Without any of the grace displayed by his anticipated new lover, Mark fumbled off his shirt, revealing his chest. He wasn't overly muscular, of course, but he had more than enough tone and definition because of the sports he'd played. She smiled and just watched quietly. He undid the tie of his breeches and bent over to pull them off. When he stood back up, his cock sprang to full attention, wobbling in front of him slightly. Alexandra nodded, apparently in approval. "Men of days to come seem to be gifted." Alexandra stated in a sultry voice as she stepped forward, moving toward him. “Or, perhaps today, for you; my dear Alexandra?” Mark flirted in a manner even he found uncharacteristically competent. He could feel his heart thundering in his chest as the blonde goddess stepped closer and closer to him. She was then standing directly in front of him, her glorious pelvic mound almost touching the tip of his pulsing erection. He thought he might cum right on the spot. Her elegant hand slowly reached out to take hold of his turgid shaft, the fingers wrapping around gently and giving him the lightest of squeezes. "And now," she said in a whisper. "We shall' The lock on the door clunked before it flew open and in stepped a young woman with wavy dark hair and eyes, apparently not noticing the activity within. "I am back, mistress," the girl chirped as she shut the door and locked it again. She seemed cheerful and energetic, her green dress twirling about her prettily. "I bought some wine and also the soap packets that you; oh! My apologies, mistress, I did not know you were busy!" "Do not worry, Lisette," Alexandra said easily, clearly not at all surprised to see the girl while Mark just gaped. Her hand was still on his cock and stroking gently as she acknowledged the newcomer. "You're just in time to share dessert with me;” Cirrhosis Of The Louvre Mark blinked as he stared at the young woman who had just sauntered in. About his age, she was rather short, but cute in a quirky kind of way, with wavy dark hair that reached her jawline and cheerful brown eyes, over which she wore small round spectacles. Her green dress looked like elegant and well-maintained peasant wear. She seemed rather surprised to see him as well. "A new playmate, mistress?" she asked in French, clearly not surprised to see Lady Alexandra naked on her knees and stroking Mark's cock. "For now," Alexandra said easily, smiling at her servant. "He actually is an associate of Monsieur Edgeworth and needs our help." "Oh, not that pain-in-the-ass again," muttered the girl named Lisette as she walked into the dimly-lit room, clearly put off by the mention of Chester Edgeworth. Her accent was distinctly different from Lady Alexandra's, more coarse and unsophisticated, even to Mark's untrained ears. His translator device was having trouble keeping up. "Like our lives are not difficult enough." "Perhaps, but we have time for some fun, I am happy to say." Alexandra pointed out, not at all bothered by her servant's mutterings. "You will be delighted to know that in helping this young man, we will be putting the spurs to the Red Duke." "Well, there's that at least," Lisette admitted, dropping the linen bags she had been carrying and coming toward them, beginning to shed her dress and underthings without batting an eye. "This one is tall, Mistress. And he has a blank expression about him. English? A colonial?" "Close enough, my love," Alexandra giggled, watching as her beloved servant removed the last vestiges of her modesty, standing naked before them now, except for her spectacles. Her tits were small, her figure trim, but rounded in a youthful way; and devoid of fat excess fat, but not skinny. Living and fighting alongside her Mistress meant Lisette had no time for being indolent. She was probably also the best marksman outside of the Sun King's army with a caliver. "He is indeed from the colonies." "And probably from some other time, if he's involved with Edgeworth, but I have learned not to care," the brunette sighed as she joined Alexandra in kneeling in front of Mark. "Very well, let's fuck this one, before he gets killed, or unavailable like the others." "Wait, what?" Mark asked, his eyes widening and his erection threatening to retreat into his abdomen and his translator bud did its job. "Ignore her," Alexandra said easily, smirking at her companion. "She is just being salty about a boy she liked to fuck down at the market, no longer being available." "He die of dysentery or something?" Mark asked. Alexandra shrugged. "No, he got married." "I'm still going to fuck him the next time I see him;” Lisette said sullenly. "Oh, sorry," Mark said, somewhat embarrassed. "I guess I'm in the habit of assuming that you're the only person in this time I'm ever gonna meet who isn't riddled with a pox or sexual disease." "A fair assumption, my friend;” the blonde woman cooed as she began kissing along the length of his veiny, rippled shaft and making him shiver. The fireplace kept the room warm and also gave it an amber glow that was so comforting and conducive to their current activities. Lisette nestled in closer, smiling and fondling his sac gently while watching her mistress pleasure their new plaything. "He is large, Mistress," she mused, smiling slyly. "Nearly the size of Buckingham, I think." "Umm, the men of days to come do indeed seem to be gifted," Alexandra murmured as she tilted his hard cock up and traced the tip of her tongue along the vein on the underside. "Mark here is no exception, it would seem." Lisette's surprisingly well-kept fingernails grazed along his thighs while she edged inward, wanting to be closer to her mistress. Alexandra now swirled her tongue around his throbbing head before putting it inside her warm, wet mouth. She opened her eyes and looked up at him before slowly sliding in his length in one slow, steady motion. Mark shuddered in pleasure, feeling her tongue swirling around his length, even as she kept her mouth on him. His fingers found their way into her lush, golden hair, kneading at her scalp, and steadying himself while she began to bob back and forth expertly. In the back of his mind, he realized that she was as good as any girl from his own time at sucking cock. He shouldn't have been surprised, but sex seemed to be the one human endeavor that didn't really progress as time moved forward. People were either good at it, or weren't, and the best techniques had probably been around for thousands of years, needing no refinement. Alexandra was living proof of that theory. Lisette moved in and began kissing her mistress' neck and collarbone, her hands now wondering and caressing the noblewoman's body with a practiced ease. Alexandra continued to suck on Mark's cock readily, not at all distracted by her servant's touch, but rather excited by it. She squirmed as her cunt grew moist, yearning to feel this man's tool inside her. Alexandra's strong lips held his glans and her tongue rolled around his purple tip. Lisette's mouth now joined Alexandra's in sliding up and down the sided of his length before they kissed around his cock tip, tongues flickering and sliding wetly as they moaned. His hands were on the back of their heads and he shivered again, lost in the unreal sensations. He felt the brunette girl take over sucking on him, while her blonde mistress nipped at the skin of his waist. "Umm, he has a big tool, mistress," purred Lisette before bobbing along his shaft again. "A pity he will not be available to us regularly." "I think my friend is pleased with you, Mark," Alexandra said, smiling up at him slyly. "Do you wish to fuck us both?" "That; sounds great;” he grunted, closing his eyes and concentrating on not cumming so damn quickly. These two were a wicked tag team. "But what if one of you;” "Fear not, cher, we will not," Alexandra assured him. "I am classically trained, including in Roman medicines and can prevent unexpected complications from arising. Or our bellies." Mark didn't know exactly what 'Roman medicines' had to do with contraception, but she was the expert in this time, so he'd take her word for it. From what he'd read, the alternative in this era was a condom made of linen, which wasn't even meant to prevent pregnancy so much as inhibit pleasure. Hell with that. "Are you any good with that tongue, man of the New World?" she asked now, smiling at him wickedly. "Becky seemed to think so." Mark replied, trembling as he fought to hold on. He would welcome a chance to lick cunt if it would keep him from embarrassing himself before he had properly fucked either of them. "Then Lisette will continue to see you your needs down below, while I become acquainted with your face." Alexandra breathed. Mark sighed as Lisette stopped sucking on his cock long enough to retrieve several large, plush pillows and lay them on the floor near the fireplace. He was almost in a daze as the blonde noblewoman led him to the scarlet and gold oreillers, plump with down and feathers, and then rested him on top of them. Without more ado, she nestled over his face, looking down his body, allowing him to examine her while Lisette knelt between his legs and resumed wrapping her lips around his cock loudly. He marveled at her shining, slippery cunt, so tempting in the flickering orange light of the hearth. He had now fucked a few French girls in this time period, along with Becky, and they were all completely natural, often unusually hairy between their legs. This glorious woman, however, kept her twat completely smooth, a total aberration from the norm. Lisette was almost shaven clean, which he could only assume was at her mistress' behest. He could see Alexandra's tiny, pink clit just peeking out from under its hood, begging for attention. The wet, exquisite heat of Lisette's mouth made his belly groan. He pulled the blonde down onto his waiting mouth, needing to distract himself. His tongue snaked between her wet nether lips and inside her. Alexandra sighed shamelessly and squirmed on his mouth while fondling her opulent tits. His fingers gripped her thighs tightly, flexing into her delicate flesh. She was not kidding about taking care of herself compared to her contemporaries. Her scent and her taste reminded him of Becky more than anything. He pushed his tongue deeper inside her, massaging her walls and core and making her gasp and shudder in delight. She pulled at her nipples as she rocked back on forth on Mark's mouth, enthralled by how skilled he was proving to be at pleasuring her orally. He was quite possibly as good as Lisette, which was no small feat in her opinion. Her calves pressed in around his ears, her pert derriere bumping against his face. Mark's tongue flickered inside her and he buzzed his lips on her, sending jolts through her whole body. "Mistress, he is ready for you," Lisette said, pulling her mouth off his cock and looking up at her lady while pumping her tiny hand along his shaft. "Would you like to fuck him now?" "Non, ma couer," breathed Alexandra, her body now showing a sheen of sweat. "You may fuck him first. I assure you he will bring you bliss. I am fine where I am for now." Lisette nodded and moved to straddle Mark's hips, facing her mistress. She took hold of his cock, biting her lip as she toyed it against her cuntlips and clit. Finally, she pushed down, taking the head inside herself. She sighed while Mark shuddered as he penetrated hervery tight cunt. She then groaned loudly as she sank down, taking him all the way inside herself. She was very tight and Mark made an incoherent sound into Alexandra's twat, making her gasp and shudder violently, cumming suddenly. She leaned forward and grappled onto Lisette, kissing her greedily as she came. Mark could feel her wetness soaking his face, the heady aroma enthralling him. Enveloped in a type of pleasure he had probably never experienced before, even with Becky, he simply fought to control himself, lashing Alexandra's inside with his tongue while Lisette squirmed up and down on his cock, fucking him. Her cunt flexed and clenched expertly around him. He made a guess about the blonde noblewoman above him and took hold of her ass cheeks, pulling them apart before sliding a thumb through her puckered knot. Alexandra wailed in unexpected delight at the intrusion inside her back passage, pressing down and back against his hands and face. She rocked wantonly, genuinely thankful for the meddlesome Chester Edgeworth on this occasion. Mark showed no signs of relenting in his carnal assault. Whatever courtesies men of days to come were taught about a woman's pleasure, she envied the recipients. "Uh, mistress," whimpered Lisette as she squirmed, leaning backward while pumping her cunt on his cock. Alexandra could see the burgeoning shaft splitting her servant-girl's puffy cuntlips wide, glistening now with her wet desire as she squeezed around him. "Mistress, he's going to make me cum!" "Then cum, my dearest," Alexandra cooed, eager to see her beloved Lisette in the throes of unbridled passion. "And then I shall fuck him and we can cum; all of us, non?" The mere mention of cumming with her mistress made Lisette moan loudly, gyrating on Mark's cock with wild abandon. She was fairly bouncing as the liquid heat washed through her, followed by the unreal tingles of la petit mort. She leaned forward and kissed her mistress passionately, her cunt clamping around Mark like a silken vise as she came. "And now you, mistress!" she panted as she regained control of her body, sliding off Mark's throbbing tool to make room for the blonde woman. Somewhat reluctantly, Alexandra pulled her gooey cunt away from Mark's mouth, shivering as his finger popped out of her ass. She leaned down his body sensually, leaning over to take his cock in her mouth, moaning in pleasure as she tasted Lisette's cum on his rigid staff. Her head rose back up and her mouth left his coc,k and she smiled back at him while she stroked his length. "Perhaps you could take me from behind, my friend? It has been some time since I have felt it done properly." Mark nodded and clambered up to his feet, moving around while Alexandra arranged Lisette, lying the brown-haired girl on her back. She then sank down onto her, their arms wrapping around one another and they kissed deeply and passionately, the mere sight of it driving Mark wild. They were so total in their devotion that he wondered if they were in love. Lisette then moved around deftly, so that her mouth was beneath her mistress' dripping cunt, while the blonde woman hovered over her servant, on her hands and knees. Mark stood behind Alexandra and settled onto his knees. Lisette confidently reached up and took hold of Mark's pulsing cock, guiding him closer, until he was holding Alexandra by the hips. She placed the knob of his cock against her mistress' cunt lips, teasing it up and down for a few moments. Alexandra's response was to sigh and kiss her servant's cunt lovingly, making her shiver. Mark pursed his lips as Lisette finally guided him inside the aristocrat's snatch, with a slow, steady push. Already wet and ready, Alexandra's cunt yielded before him easily, but he soon groaned as he realized that further in she was as tight, if not tighter, than her servant, who was considerably smaller in frame. Alexandra moaned into Lisette's cunt while Mark trembled at the exquisite, wet heat. Once he had sunk in right up to the hilt, he paused for several moments, adjusting to the wicked sensation. He already understood he was no match for this woman's sexual prowess, and he was thankful for her indulgence. Once he was inside her, Lisette released him and wrapped her hands around her mistress' thighs, holding them firmly while she began kissing devotedly at her cuntlips, clit. Mark's visible shaft and balls bounced upon her forhead. Clearly she intended to facilitate their mutual climax and make sure they both experienced as much pleasure as they could handle. Knowing not to wait any longer and to simply take cues from Lisette, Mark made sure he had a firm grip and began pushing back and forth inside Alexandra, using long, slow, and deliberate thrusts to begin. The blonde moaned in appreciation of his efforts. "Hmm, you are very skilled with your phallus, my friend," she sighed, smiling back at him before returning to kissing Lisette's cunt and sliding a slender finger inside her. "You do not just fuck, like so many men of this day, but you know how to make love. Your Becky is a lucky girl." "Thanks;” he managed to say, praying for endurance as he felt her rhythmically squeeze herself around him with every thrust, even while she pleasured her servant girl. This woman was a succubus. Hadn't she said she was an agent of Anne of Austria? She'd be formidable indeed. And if she was one tenth as good with a sword or pistol as she was at fucking. Alexandra giggled at his inability to speak in full sentences, resolving to go easy on him and simply enjoy herself. A small allowance, perhaps, since she was obligated to help him. She pushed back slightly until her ass cheeks met his hips and her wet cuntlips pressed against his skin, enveloping his cock entirely. Beneath her, Lisette kissed and slid her tongue all over them, lost in a dutiful reverie. She realized Mark could take guidance and instruction without words, if she made her intentions known. She made him fuck her a little faster now by not only moving back and forth, but by squeezing him inside her more quickly, a technique she had taken years to perfect, but always to advantage. Soon, he was sliding in and out of her rhythmically, almost pulling his cockhead out of her before pushing all the way back in. Given his ample length, this was a wicked delight for her; fucking his cock was even better than sitting on his long eager tongue! Lisette was not only pleasuring them, but helping to regulate their coupling, something she could now do instinctively. Her devotion to her mistress was total. If Alexandra was fucking a man, Lisette was not jealous (usually), but simply played her part in making sure everyone enjoyed the experience as much as possible. They were practiced lovers who knew one another's needs and desires completely, and Lisette now fulfilled her role in the tryst with sublime skill. Mark shuddered as he felt Lisette's fingers massaging beneath him, along his balls and even his taint. To his surprise, it served to help distract him from the unreal pleasure if being deep inside Alexandra, allowing him to last longer than he had any business hoping to. He began pushing in and out a little harder, asserting himself and making the blonde goddess moan in pleasure. Soon, Mark was slapping his hips against her ass cheeks loudly, increasing the tempo to the place where Lisette couldn't readily use her dainty fingers on him. She instead continued lapping at her mistress' clit and massaging the split lips as he fucked her. Lisette trembled as Alexandra pushed two fingers deep inside her now, finding her pleasure points with unfailing skill while she sucked on her servant's clit, moaning around it. Alexandra squirmed back against Mark lustily and onto Lisette's mouth, panting in delight. "Oui!" she gasped, gyrating her pelvis expertly, the rings of her cunt muscles rippling along Mark's throbbing cock. "Right there! So good!" Mark was finding his body trembling, the familiar tingle starting to well up within him. His thrusts were faster but less controlled now, his hips performing an almost shoving and scooping motion as he dug inside the French noblewoman. Lisette was massaging her Mistress' cunt eagerly, delighting in the mingling taste of desire on her two lovers. She watched as Mark's glistening shaft slid back and forth, pulling wetly at Alexandra's nether lips. "Gonna cum!" he grunted, stiffening, trying to hold on while making sure that was what she wanted. "Yes!" Alexandra purred, her body flushing with warmth at his words. She heard him groan and press as hard as he could against her. She obliged by pushed back against him and squeezing for all she was worth. She sighed loudly, sliding her fingers as deeply into Lisette as she could, shivering in pleasure as her orgasm blossomed through her. Her wanton cunt fluttered around Mark's cock as she felt it pulsing and spurting his pearly cum deep inside her. They heaved and ground against one another for nearly a minute until Mark sagged back on his haunches, while Alexandra slowly laid forward, his cock sliding out of her with a wet pop. She rested her tits now on top of Lisette, who busied herself by tilting her head up between her mistress' legs, kissing her cunt and then lapping at it hungrily, her tongue finding the creamy globules of Mark's cum inside her, thrilling to the tangy taste. Alexandra sighed in contentment, her eyes closed, squirming gently. Not long had passed before the dutiful girl had cleaned her mistress thoroughly, ending her task with loving kisses of devotion. Alexandra rolled gently off to the side while Lisette got on her hands and knees, moving over to between Mark's legs, He was serenely staring at the rafters and trying to catch his breath. Without waiting for any particular permission (not that any was forthcoming or needed), she took hold of his still-swollen but softening cock and laved it with her mouth, once again thrilling to the taste of his cum mixed with her mistress'. She cleaned him off readily, loving how responsive he was to her touch. Finally, Alexandra rose to her feet and came to stand beside them. She pulled Lisette to her feet and wrapped her arms around the shorter girl, kissing her deeply and lovingly. Lisette melted into her embrace, submitting completely and with reverence. The kiss finally ended, and the patrician smiled down at Mark before offering her hand to help him up. "I found Lisette in Provence maybe three years ago, trapped in a tiny chapel and being disgraced by a priest. I ran him through with my blade and took her under my wing." "Mistress has had my undying devotion and unconditional love since then." Lisette added in very thick English, the first sounds of it she had offered. The phrase sounded almost practiced or rehearsed to Mark's ears, then he realized it probably was. Alexandra had taught Lisette what to say about herself once she had initiated a beginning statement she'd recognize. It was how they protected her in English, because it demonstrated the depth to which they were devoted to one another; Alexandra would kill a man of God for Lisette, and there was nothing in creation she would not do for her mistress. "I believe it," Mark replied, nodding. "I'm glad she saved you, Lisette, and Alexandra's lucky to have you." Lisette was taken off-guard by what Mark had said once her blonde mistress had translated for her, and she blushed and looked at the floor. It occurred to Mark that she probably wasn't used to anyone aside from Alexandra expressing any concern about her life or safety. She was just another peasant, after all. "Let us clean ourselves lightly and then prepare for a light meal and then bed, shall we?" Lady D'assaut suggested. "Mark, I do not know if you are a man of faith or not, but Lisette and I usually have about an hour of devotional time just before we turn in. You may join us or do as you please, as long as you're respectfully quiet." Mark nodded and joined the pair in going to another room that was clearly dedicated to bathing, something he doubted was all that common in this time and place. Lady Alexandra really was out of the ordinary. He watched with interest as Lisette helped her mistress into the large, round wooden tub, under which a contained fire was glowing. Easily big enough for the three of them (no doubt by design, he thought), he allowed himself to be helped in before the two women began washing him, giggling as they used tiny packets of powdered soap and their bodies to make sure he was clean all over. "Normally, to come across water like this is rare and expensive," Alexandra explained as she knelt patiently and looked at him while Lisette squeezed her tits into her mistress magnificent orbs, lathering her. "But this particular building has an underground stream running below it, so retrieving water from a well in the courtyard is comparatively simple. And I do love to be clean." "I can get behind that." Mark agreed. "Maybe in the morning." Alexandra quipped readily, winking at him. They finished bathing and then Lisette dutifully dried them both off. Linen shifts were provided and then Mark sat with his host in the study while Lisette prepared a light meal for them all. He'd never eaten a pigeon before, but it was surprisingly good. Small nibs of sweetened chocolate comprised dessert, and of course there was the wine. Once they had finished, Alexandra and her companion excused themselves and went into another small room to say their devotionals for maybe an hour. Then they invited Mark to come and sleep with them in Alexandra's massive, plush bed, covered in crimson sheets threaded with gold. Everyone removed their linen shifts and clambered into bed. Alexandra and Lisette kissed one another and then Mark goodnight. In spite of having two naked women nestled into his sides, he slept surprisingly well. A Louvre Incarceration. The moon was a bright white orb overhead as Rebecca looked out the window from her stately bedroom. A tear glistened on her cheek, as it had every night since her abduction and arrival in Paris. Not only was she stuck here, in the Sun King's France, with no method of returning home, but she was the unwilling 'guest' of Cardinal Richelieu, who was seeing her trained to serve Queen Anne. Worse still, and what truly broke her heart, Mark was dead. Killed by the Cardinal's men and no doubt still lying in that fateful field, his body ravaged by scavengers. She bit her lip as tears started to roll down her face, willing herself not to break into sobs that everyone on this floor of the palace would hear. She buried her face in her hands and surrendered to the grief, shuddering as she wept, not caring about the moon framing her in rays of silvery light. She was so alone. Mark had to exercise patience that morning, since they were eating a leisurely breakfast and casually discussing matters. But the matters were nothing of import, at least not from his point of view; they were not improvising plans to save Becky, which was foremost on his mind. Alexandra was well aware of the agitation just under his calm surface and she finally sought to allay it. She smiled and put a hand on top of his as she sat next to him at the table. "My friend," she said gently in her impeccable English. "Worry not for your Rebecca." "How can you say that?" he asked, trying to keep any exasperation out of his voice. "It's all that really matters to me, not that I'm not grateful, of course. But I feel; I feel like we are dawdling." "I understand," she allowed, smiling her beautiful smile that would drive the clouds away. "But I assure you, she is in no immediate danger, now that she is in the Louvre. And as you have already noted, she has been there for a month. We cannot simply rush in and storm the palace, because we would be risking her life, along with many others, not the least of which is my queen, Anne." He sighed and nodded. "But you are helping me rescue her, right? As in, we free her from the palace and she and I can get away, find my time machine and go home?" She smirked and nodded. Maybe she didn't blame him for his suspicions. "Yes, Mark. That is the only end here. I cannot remain indebted to our mutual associate Chester Edgeworth, especially not since this is one of his temporal matters. I want nothing to do with them, so leaving; oh, what is the term; 'loose ends', if you will, does not suit me. It pains me to say so, since I like you, but with any luck, I will never see you again once we have rescued your Rebecca." She smiled and squeezed his hand again. "Please trust me. And exercise patience. I already have a plan in mind, I just need more information from the palace." "Oh, okay," he said finally, hoping he wasn't being unreasonable. "Just out of sorts, I guess. Not a lot of experience with the Baroque Period." She tilted her head slightly and smirked. "Baroque Period? Is that what people in your time refer to this era as?" Mark shrugged. "Yeah, I dunno why." "In my language, baroque refers to an oddly-shaped pearl," she mused. "You might have a better understanding of my time and history than I do, in retrospect." "I doubt it," he chuckled, put at ease once again by her gracious manner. "I never really had much of a head for history. Might actually be pretty skewed, since everything I know comes from movies and novels written by people from your future." "I don't know what a 'movie' is, but I think it's best I not either," she mentioned, stroking his wrist. "Once Lisette has finished serving dejeuner, she will proceed to the palace to see what she can find out. While it is known that I am back in Paris, I do not want to appear just yet for my royal duties. Maybe later today or tomorrow. While the Cardinal cannot absolutely confirm that I am more than a lady-in-waiting for the Queen, I wish to not give him any reason to start looking." "Fair enough," Mark allowed. "So, what'll we do until then?" "While I could indeed provide endless hours of pleasant discourse for you, I think that would not be the best idea, since you are a man of tomorrow." Alexandra pointed out. "And, to be honest, I am rather smitten with your lovely cock at the moment. So, I was thinking that we might continue to fuck one another until it is time for us to undertake your mission." Mark laughed. "Yeah, I'm good with that. "Becky would think I had gone totally stupid if I didn't agree to kill time that way." "I do not know her yet and I think I love her," Alexandra mused, smirking. Her sapphire eyes glittered with delight. "We shall make the most of our time together." They went back to eating their breakfast, prepared by Lisette, and if Mark found the fare unusual, he certainly couldn't complain about the taste. Sausages, hearty bread, along with some vegetables and a broth. A new delicacy to the Sun King's France, Chantilly cream, rounded out the meal, and she promised him that later they would share of bottle of a very special new type of wine, from the region of Champagne. Lisette had dressed and excused herself, heading off to the Louvre to find out information for her Mistress. This left Mark alone with Alexandra, and if he was feeling any awkwardness, she certainly wasn't. She smiled and shed her clothes, exposing her glorious body. She took him by the hand and led him back to her bedroom, smiling at him. "Not to seem indelicate, Mark, but; have you ever fucked a girl in her behind before?" she asked. He nodded. "Done it with Becky more than a few times recently. And yeah, I'd really like to fuck yours." She smiled, pleased with his response. "Excellent, it has been a while for me, at least since a man has done it to me." "Lisette certainly has her uses." Mark chuckled. "More than you can ever know, my friend," she agreed as she stood in front of him and helped remove his clothing. She was close enough that her tits pressed to his chest, her hips touched his and her cunt was nestled against his cock, which was beginning to swell. She looked up into his eyes, her own glinting with desire. "I look forward to feeling you in my ass, Mark." She put her arms around him and pressed her lips to his, kissing him deeply. He was thrilled by her assertiveness, even if she wasn't being dominant. His own hands rested on her hips before starting to wander around her divine form, finally finding her ass cheeks, squeezing and massaging them, making Alexandra moan. "What I am starting to appreciate about you men of the future is that you enjoy lovemaking and carnal activity for its own sake," she purred, one of her hands now sliding down to find his cock and stroking it. "You seem free of the confines of the church's strictures, proscribing pleasure through sexual activity." "Not much point in doing it if you don't enjoy it," he agreed, shivering as her nipples poked against his chest while she squirmed her tits around. She bit his lower lip and tugged back on it, wiggling her ass cheeks against his hands. "And you seem to enjoy it a lot for someone from this time." She broke their kiss to look up at him again, her eyes flashing with her growing to fuck. Her hand was fondling his cock, which was now rigid and pulsing. "In my service to the queen, sex is often a weapon I employ. I am required to be proficient in its use to defend her and the realm." "Lucky me," he breathed as she knelt in front of him, dragging her opulent tits down his torso before arriving at his phallus. He shuddered as she began kissing his cockhead before slowly sliding him into her mouth and down her throat. "Uh, God. Beck; I mean, Alexandra." She giggled and pulled her mouth off his cock to look up at him in amusement, her hands still stroking. "Our techniques are that similar? It took much training for me to be this good, if the women of your time are this competent with ease, then I am jealous." She buried his cock in her mouth again, bobbing back and forth lustily and making him shiver and grasp at her golden locks. Her own hand snaked down between her legs and began playing with her increasingly wet cunt, teasing it. She knew they had at least a few hours before Lisette's return and she intended to make the most of them. Mark groaned and fought to control himself, little or no match for her exquisite technique. He knew he'd have to fuck her soon, or he'd be cumming in her mouth. And he was really looking forward to fucking her ass, as she intended. "Hmm," she purred, popping her mouth off of his cock and smiling slyly while sliding her tongue up the underside as she held it up. "Would you care for a chance to reciprocate, lover?" He nodded, and she stood before pulling him onto the bed. She laid him on his back and then crawled over him, facing down his body. She didn't suck on him again, so much as she toyed with his cock to keep him hard, while allowing him to kiss and lick her slick, pliant snatch. Mark buried his tongue inside her and Alexandra moaned loudly, pumping his cock. Mark slid his tongue in and out of her, marveling at her taste. He also began teasing her little knot, slipping the tip of his finger into her ass, making her groan shamelessly. She wriggled back against him, her glorious behind swaying above his face while her cunt pressed to his mouth. His finger pushed further inside her ass, wiggling about, exploring her. He gently added another and she keen as his fingers stretched her knot, preparing her for his cock. She was gasping now, her body incredibly warm and her skin flush with desire. She lunged his cock back into her mouth again, bobbing up and down hungrily. She pulled herself off his tongue and fingers, squirming down his body until she was straddling his cock. She eagerly slid his throbbing cock inside her cunt, causing him to stiffen and arch his back. She rode up and down lustily on him, while reaching back and pulling her ass cheeks apart. Mark took the hint and began fingering her puckered hole again, making sure it stayed limber and ready to receive him when she was ready. He shuddered as she squeezed herself around him, rippling her cunt wickedly until they were both sweating and shaking. Then she looked back at him and he nodded. She pulled off his cock and spun herself around, now facing him. She put on hand on his chest to steady herself, while the other reached back and took hold of his tool, helping to guide it to her quivering notch. Her felt it press against her ring, slippery with her cunt juices and then popping through readily. Alexandra sighed as she slowly but steadily settled down, taking him inside her back passage. Within seconds, he was buried to the hilt inside her. They both sat still for several seconds, just reveling in the feel of their union. Alexandra began slowly moving up and down, Mark's cock sliding inside her ass. She pulled up until only the head was inside her, then sank back down, taking him all the way back in. Mark's hands moved up to her opulent tits and began caressing and squeezing them. She murmured in pleasure at his touch and clenched her cheeks, squeezing him tightly inside herself. "Yes, I will certainly miss this," she breathed, her eyes closed. "You are so deep inside me." He pushed his hips up and down in rhythm with her movements, his fingers now rolling around her nipples, pinching and tugging on them, the sting sending taboo thrills lancing through her. Her fingernails pressed against the skin of his chest before she leaned down and kissed him heatedly, their tongues tangling. The change in the angle of penetration meant she rocked back and forth along his length now. His hands moved down to cup her ass cheeks again, massaging them in circles and pulling them apart, making her whimper in delight. Their bodies churned and writhed against one another heatedly, mingling in pleasure. Their kissing became more fevered as tingling warmth enveloped them both. Then panted through the kiss, with Mark bracing his legs to thrust himself up deeper inside her while she braced her hands outside his shoulders and pushed back against him, burying his cock deeper in her ass than ever. Sweat shone on their skin as she pulled back from the kiss and started down into his eyes. Mark shook uncontrollably and groaned loudly, pushing up with all his might. Alexandra sighed and sat up tall, sinking onto him as he began pumping his cum into her ass. Her knot clenched greedily, throbbing around him as he filled her tight confines with his essence. She massaged her cunt frantically, her fingers flying over her clit. She bathed his groin with her cum. Colors swirled behind her eyes as the climax permeated her being. She couldn't remember the last time a man had made her cum so hard. Not since; She shuddered and collapsed on top of Mark, trembling. He lay beneath her, his hands tiredly coming to rest on her lower back. They lay in exhausted bliss together, unwilling to move. His cock throbbed in her ass, which gripped him possessively, unwilling to relinquish his prize. He showed no sign of softening, which she was thankful for, since she was deliciously pinned to him. A full hour-hour passed before they stirred. She smiled down at him before kissing him again. She rocked on his stiff cock before slowly pulling off and then laying on her side, pressed to him. She kissed his jaw, whispering words of gratefulness to him. She felt the need to do so, since there was a distinct possibility that these might be his last days alive, given the danger they would face in rescuing Rebecca. Alexandra had sworn to try and help him, and she would do everything she could, so long as it did not compromise her service to the queen. She couldn't tell him exactly how much planning and detail this required as a result, since letting the silly boy know the extreme danger he was about to face might make him balk at a crucial moment and then death was inevitable. She could only hope that his excellent physical health and desperation would see him through. It was all they had. Lisette would be back soon, and it would time to plan their mission. God help us all. Rebecca sat in her chair at the small desk of her bedroom, scowling as she drained her glass of red wine, the fourth she'd had in the past hour. She knew she was drunk, but she was too sullen and angry to feel it. She'd done little except drink since she'd been brought to the Louvre. Except for when she was heading to bed, she was rarely alone, surrounded by women who dressed her as a lady of the court and attempted to train her in her duties. She proved predictably reticent, although she had stopped punching her handlers over the last week or so. It wasn't their fault, after all. A few of them seemed worried about her well-being if she continued to prove so difficult, but Becky was mostly beyond caring. What did she have to look forward to, now? Life amongst these backward, stymphian midgets? She had a distinct feeling she was better off dead. She sighed and opened another bottle, pouring her fifth glass of the evening. Oblivion in wine was all she looked forward to. "Oh, there you are. I was hoping to meet you;” lilted an attractive voice from her door. Facing away from the entrance to her room, Becky looked up into the mirror on the wall, and saw a striking silhouette standing in the entranceway. A tall woman in a burgeoning gown stood there, apparently waiting for permission to enter. Slowly she turned around, hoping her eyes weren't too bleary with wine and grief. She rose from her chair and stood quietly, holding her hands primly in front of herself. She dipped her knees slightly in a curtsey, just in case this was Anne of Austria. The figure came into the room slowly, approaching her. The lamps and candle finally illumined her, and Becky's breath was taken away; the woman was stunning! Golden blonde hair spilled down her back, while her sapphire eyes gleamed with a sensual intelligence. Her face was classically beautiful and her impressive bust sat high inside her dress, the cleavage prominently displayed, as was typical of the court. Becky felt a tingle inside herself as she approached. "You are Rebecca, oui?" the woman asked, her voice glorious in Becky's ears. She stopped in front her and smiled dazzlingly before returning the curtsey. "I am Alexandra D'assaut, one of her majesty's ladies. I am pleased to finally meet you." "I; it is a pleasure to meet you, too, my lady." Becky said falteringly. This woman was more beautiful than she thought possible for someone of this era. "I know you are new to the palace, and it is rumored that the circumstances of your arrival were less than ideal," continued Alexandra. "You are even more beautiful than I have been told, Rebecca, and I sense a great sadness in you." She stepped even closer to Becky, who bit her lip and swallowed slightly. Their tits were almost touching, and she could feel her heart thumping in her chest. "But I say to you now, my friend, despair not and take heart," Alexandra said in a voice barely above a whisper, as if what she was saying was a secret meant only for Rebecca. "The days to come will give you hope." Becky didn't know what this woman meant, but she wanted to believe her. The ache in her heart lessened slightly. They stared into one another's blue eyes quietly, lost in what they saw. And then Alexandra leaned in and pressed her lips to Becky's, kissing her gently. Becky did not retreat from the kiss, although it was a second or two before she could react. She then moaned slightly and returned the kiss. The two women moved closer, tits pressing as they held one another by the arms and continued to kiss. Becky trembled, thrilling to the intimacy they shared. Alexandra pulled back from the kiss, a tempting strand of desire hanging between their lips. They both breathed as they stared, but she finally smiled and delicately used her finger to wipe the strand from their lips. "You will see me again soon, my friend," she cooed, her fingers gently caressing Becky's cheek. "I look forward to our reacquaintance." She backed up two steps and curtseyed gracefully, compelling Becky to hastily do the same, before she turned and glided out of the room, like a vision. Becky unsteadily sat back in her chair and let out a heavy sigh. Her heart was still pounding, and for the first time in weeks, she felt something other than heartache. Becky turned back to her bottle, trying to distract herself from the unexpected throb in her loins. "Your majesty." Alexandra said reverently, her curtsey deep and formal. "I have come to speak with you about a matter of some concern." Sitting in an ornate chair in the lavish boudoir, Anne of Austria, probably the most famous woman in Christendom, smiled at her trusted servant. "You have only just returned from Spain, my dearest Alexandra, and you have yet another matter to bring before me?" Alexandra nodded humbly, her hands in her lap. "Yes, my queen. Though it pains me to do so, I must beg a boon and ask you to trust me." "My trust in you is implicit, Alexandra D'Assaut, and needs no confirmation. Has it ever?" the queen intoned, gesturing for Alexandra to approach her, while waving for her attendants to live them alone. The two women curtseyed and exited quickly. Alexandra knelt in front of Anne and put her hand on the queen's knee in supplication, not looking up. "Your majesty, a beautiful young woman has recently been added to your retinue, and is set to enter your service within the next few weeks." Anne smiled and nodded. "I have not met her, but I am told she is quite possibly the only woman in France who rivals you in beauty. Her name is Rebecca, oui?" "Just so, my queen." Alexandra confirmed. "Do you wish for her to serve directly under you as a lady of the court?" Anne asked, knowing full well that Alexandra also enjoyed the company of woman, not merely men. "She is indeed breathtaking to behold, my queen, but no, that is not my request of you. The girl, Rebecca, do you know how she was brought to Paris?" Anne considered. "The rumor is that she was found by the Cardinal, who was convinced she would make a magnificent addition to my household. She did not come willingly, initially, and has proven somewhat intractable since." Alexandra nodded. "It is as you say, your majesty. But I know something about this woman that not even the Cardinal knows or can begin to guess at." The queen frowned slightly. "She is not a danger to us, is she?" "Not as such, no," Alexandra admitted. "But please accept my word on faith that we have no right to her and must not keep her." Anne tilted her head. "Is she secretly a member of a royal family?"

La Cour criminelle spéciale de Libreville n'a pas traîné… Moins de 48 heures après l'ouverture des débats lundi, Sylvia et Noureddin Bongo, épouse et fils du président déchu Ali Bongo, ont été condamnés mardi 11 novembre, au soir, par contumace à vingt ans de prison et à de lourdes amendes. Ils étaient notamment accusés de détournement de fonds publics et d'association de malfaiteurs. La cour a suivi les réquisitions du procureur. « Selon le magistrat, relate le site Gabon Review, Sylvia et Noureddin Bongo ont “travesti le pouvoir présidentiel“ après l'accident vasculaire cérébral du président Ali Bongo Ondimba en 2018. Il a décrit “un duo culturellement éloigné du pays, mais pécuniairement très proche“, estimant que l'ex-première dame aurait perçu 16 milliards de francs CFA du Trésor public pour ses “besoins personnels“. Le procureur a par ailleurs évoqué des preuves présumées de blanchiment d'argent, notamment l'achat de jets privés et de biens immobiliers de prestige à Londres et Marrakech, financés par des fonds publics. » 4 millions d'euros par mois ? Gabon actu, autre site d'information gabonais, met en avant le témoignage de Kim Oum, homme à tout faire de l'ex-Première dame : « “Sylvia Bongo dépensait plus de 4 millions d'euros par mois, soit plus de deux milliards de Francs CFA", a-t-il affirmé. "L'argent venait du Trésor public“. L'homme, d'origine coréenne, précise Gabon actu, arrêté avec des mallettes d'argent estimé à plusieurs milliards de francs CFA le 30 août 2023, le jour de coup d'État, a révélé également que 500 millions de francs CFA avaient été décaissés du Trésor public pour corrompre les membres du Centre gabonais des élections. 80 milliards avaient également été mobilisés pour la campagne du scrutin présidentiel 2023, a-t-il allégué. Autre révélation troublante faite par Kim Oum, lors de l'audience, pointe encore Gabon actu : l'achat de l'actuelle résidence cossue de l'ex-couple présidentiel, dans un des quartiers les plus huppés à Londres, aurait coûté plus de 44 milliards de francs CFA et l'acquisition aurait été faite au nom de Sylvia Bongo. » Une « parodie de justice » ? Sylvia Bongo et son fils étaient donc absents du procès. Ils vivent à Londres depuis le mois de mai, après avoir passé plus de vingt mois en détention. Leurs avocats, qui n'étaient pas présents non plus à l'audience, dénoncent un procès « inéquitable ». « C'est une parodie, affirme l'un d'entre eux cité par Le Monde Afrique, une parodie qui se joue en dehors de tout cadre légal. Le seul but est de les jeter en pâture à l'opinion publique et de permettre au président Brice Oligui Nguema de faire oublier sa trahison. » Le Monde Afrique qui précise aussi que « depuis qu'ils sont à Londres, Sylvia et Noureddin Bongo ont multiplié les opérations médiatiques pour contre-attaquer, dénonçant le sort que le nouveau régime leur a fait subir. Arrêtés dans les heures qui ont suivi le putsch et détenus dans la prison de Libreville puis au sein même du palais présidentiel, ils affirment avoir été torturés par des militaires proches de Brice Oligui Nguema. » Interrogé par Le Point Afrique, Noureddin Bongo affirme : « Je n'ai jamais détourné un centime d'argent public », tout en soutenant qu'il ne « peut pas être tenu responsable des manquements ou de la politique de son père ou de son grand-père », respectivement Ali et Omar Bongo. Ali Bongo épargné ? À noter qu'Ali Bongo ne faisait pas partie des accusés. En raison, vraisemblablement, de son état de santé. Mais au-delà, commente Le Pays au Burkina Faso, « un procès de l'ancien chef de l'État aurait été d'autant plus difficile pour le pouvoir que le Général Brice Clotaire Oligui Nguema est connu pour avoir été un homme de confiance du président déchu, puisqu'il était le commandant de la Garde républicaine. Difficile donc pour l'officier-président de faire le procès de son prédécesseur qu'il a servi pendant des années avant de le renverser dans les conditions que l'on sait, sans paraître se tirer une balle dans le pied. » Vraie rupture ou opération politique ? En tout cas, résume Afrik.com, « pour le régime du général Brice Oligui Nguema, ce procès illustre la volonté de rupture avec l'ère Bongo et la lutte contre la corruption. Les autorités présentent cette procédure comme un acte de justice réparatrice, visant à restituer à l'État les richesses indûment accaparées. Mais pour de nombreux observateurs, cette offensive judiciaire, menée en l'absence des accusés, soulève des doutes sur la sincérité du processus. Certains y voient une opération politique destinée à consolider le nouveau pouvoir tout en discréditant définitivement le clan Bongo. » À lire aussiGabon: Sylvia et Noureddin Bongo condamnés à vingt ans de prison en leur absence pour détournement de fonds publics

Il ne s'est trouvé parmi eux que cet étranger pour revenir sur ses pas et rendre gloire à Dieu ! » Méditation de l'évangile (Lc 17, 11-19) par le père Sébastien AntoniChant final : "Garde moi" par Communauté du Chemin NeufRetrouvez tous nos contenus, articles et épisodes sur rcf.frSi vous avez apprécié cet épisode, participez à sa production en soutenant RCF.Vous pouvez également laisser un commentaire ou une note afin de nous aider à le faire rayonner sur la plateforme.Retrouvez d'autres contenus de vie spirituelle ci-dessous :Halte spirituelle : https://audmns.com/pMJdJHhB. A. -BA du christianisme : https://audmns.com/oiwPyKoLe Saint du Jour : https://audmns.com/yFRfglMEnfin une Bonne Nouvelle : https://audmns.com/afqCkPVConnaître le judaïsme : https://audmns.com/VTjtdyaEnfin, n'hésitez pas à vous abonner pour ne manquer aucun nouvel épisode.À bientôt à l'écoute de RCF sur les ondes ou sur rcf.fr !Hébergé par Audiomeans. Visitez audiomeans.fr/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

Hilux vs Tacoma : le pickup que Toyota garde pour le reste du mondeTORQ - Épisode 490Le Toyota Hilux 2025 se modernise encore : nouveaux moteurs diesel, version hybride 48V, et même un Hilux 100 % électrique qui arrive.Pendant ce temps, au Canada, on a le Tacoma 2025 – plus gros, plus techno, mais réservé à l'Amérique du Nord.Dans cet épisode TORQ, on compare les deux légendes Toyota :

Tu en as marre de galérer seul·e dans ton coin, de ne pas savoir comment scaler ton activité ou de te sentir perdu·e entre toutes les stratégies que tu vois passer ?Dans cet épisode collector, je t'ouvre les portes de l'Incubateur Solopreneur et te dévoile tout ce qui t'attend en 2026 : les nouveaux formats, les outils concrets, les accompagnements personnalisés, et surtout comment cet incubateur va t'aider à construire ton business pas à pas, sans te cramer.Au programme :

Pour débuter l'émission de ce lundi 10 novembre 2025, les GG : Barbara Lefebvre, prof d'histoire-géo, Laura Warton Martinez, sophrologue, et Charles Consigny, avocat, débattent du sujet du jour : "Déficit, Bruno Le Maire avait mis en garde Emmanuel Macron".

Invité : - Jean-Eudes Gannat, convoqué par la justice après une vidéo évoquant des Afghans errants dans sa ville Chroniqueurs : - Gabrielle Cluzel, journaliste -Sabrina Medjebeur, auteur Hébergé par Audiomeans. Visitez audiomeans.fr/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

Avec notre collègue Lucnise Duquereste du site Ayibopost, nous évoquons la situation de plus en plus difficile à Cap-Haïtien, dans le nord du pays. Face à l'insécurité qui gagne du terrain ailleurs, de nombreux Haïtiens fuient vers Cap-Haïtien, perçue comme une zone plus sûre. Selon la journaliste d'Ayibopost, de nouvelles familles arrivent chaque semaine à Cap Haïtien, mais la ville n'a pas les capacités d'accueillir autant de monde. L'exode fait grimper les prix des loyers qui ont doublé, voire triplé dans certains quartiers. Beaucoup de familles doivent s'installer en périphérie, dans des zones peu équipées, souligne Lucnise Duquereste. Mais ce n'est pas seulement le logement qui devient un luxe : l'eau et la nourriture coûtent désormais beaucoup plus cher. Même les produits de base sont plus difficiles à trouver, les prix augmentent chaque semaine, selon notre confrère d'Ayibopost. Résultat : Cap-Haïtien est en pleine mutation, avec une pression démographique et économique qui bouleverse le quotidien des habitants.   Au Chili, la peur de l'extrême droite À dix jours du premier tour de la présidentielle — prévu le dimanche 16 novembre 2025 —, les familles des victimes de la dictature s'inquiètent. Selon plusieurs analystes, le pays pourrait basculer à droite, voire à l'extrême droite. Certains candidats tiennent, ou ont tenu, des propos négationnistes sur la période de la dictature militaire de Pinochet — un régime qui a fait plus de 3 000 morts et torturé des dizaines de milliers de personnes. Reportage à Santiago, avec notre correspondante Naïla Derroisné.   New York se prépare prépare discrètement à une intervention fédérale de Donald Trump D'après Politico, la gouverneure Kathy Hochul est inquiète des réactions possibles du président à l'élection de Zohran Mamdani comme maire de New York. Elle a donc décidé de mettre en place une cellule de crise virtuelle pour anticiper un éventuel envoi de la Garde nationale ou d'autres forces fédérales à New York. Ces efforts visent à empêcher de donner à Donald Trump un prétexte pour «militariser la ville» comme écrit Politico. La gouverneure a demandé aussi à plusieurs associations — ACLU, syndicats, groupes progressistes — d'éviter toute action qui pourrait servir de justification à une intervention fédérale.   Une plongée dans l'Amérique rurale et précaire C'est un reportage photo publié par le New York Times sur des Américains qui n'arrivent pas à joindre les deux bouts. En 2010, la photographe Maddie McGarvey a documenté la vie de Américains touchés par la crise des opioïdes. C'est dans ce cadre qu'elle rencontre les Casto, une famille des Appalaches, dans l'Ohio. Elle se lie d'amitié à Paige, une fillette de trois ans dont elle suivra le parcours pendant plus d'une décennie. À travers ses visites régulières, la photographe capte un quotidien fait de pauvreté, de débrouille et de solidarité. Et elle prend conscience des mécanismes profonds qui enferment la famille Casto dans la pauvreté. Ce n'est pas seulement le manque de moyens, explique-t-elle, mais aussi «l'épuisement physique et moral» causé par des années de travail pénible, mal payé. Ils luttent chaque jour pour ne pas sombrer, en se posant des questions vitales — où dormir ce soir ? comment aller au travail ? que préparer à manger avec un simple micro-ondes ? — Autant de combats quotidiens pour tenter de rester à flot dans un monde qui semble vouloir les faire couler. Journal de la 1ère Les garagistes en Guadeloupe confrontés à une pénurie de pièces détachées.  

Louise : Regarde ce que j'ai trouvé derrière le canapé : un vieux carnet en cuir qui traîne.Julien : Trop bizarre… On dirait un journal intime… mais c'est à toi ?Louise : Bah non, justement, aucune idée de son propriétaire. Il date de 1998 et il y a des dessins étranges partout.Julien : On dirait le début d'un film d'horreur… Garde-le, mais si les pages commencent à tourner toutes seules, je te préviens, moi je déménage. Hébergé par Acast. Visitez acast.com/privacy pour plus d'informations.

Léa est confrontée à des tensions familiales avec sa mère et son ex-conjoint, qui impactent sa fille de 9 ans ayant des besoins médicaux spécifiques. Elle craint pour la sécurité et le bien-être émotionnel de sa fille en raison des comportements toxiques de ses proches. Léa cherche à protéger sa fille tout en gérant sa propre maladie auto-immune. Chaque soir, en direct, Caroline Dublanche accueille les auditeurs pour 2h30 d'échanges et de confidences. Pour participer, contactez l'émission au 09 69 39 10 11 (prix d'un appel local) ou sur parlonsnous@rtl.frParlons-nous avec Caroline Dublanche du 06 novembre 2025.Hébergé par Audiomeans. Visitez audiomeans.fr/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

Dans sa chronique, Stéphane Ricoul propose une réflexion lucide sur la responsabilité éthique à l'ère de l'intelligence artificielle. Travailler dans l'IA, dit-il, n'est pas un paradoxe, à condition d'être présent “dans les coulisses”, là où se décident les usages, les seuils et les garde-fous. Il plaide pour une éthique vérifiable, fondée sur la transparence, la traçabilité et la réversibilité des décisions.

Ecoutez RTL Midi avec Amandine Bégot du 06 novembre 2025.Hébergé par Audiomeans. Visitez audiomeans.fr/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

Adeline, une auditrice, partage l'histoire de sa fille qui a été victime de harcèlement scolaire à l'âge de 16 ans, entraînant des conséquences physiques et psychologiques graves. Malgré le dépôt d'une plainte, les sanctions infligées aux harceleurs ont été jugées insuffisantes, laissant Adeline déçue par le système éducatif et judiciaire. Aujourd'hui, sa fille travaille dans le commerce et a retrouvé confiance en elle grâce au soutien familial. Chaque soir, en direct, Caroline Dublanche accueille les auditeurs pour 2h30 d'échanges et de confidences. Pour participer, contactez l'émission au 09 69 39 10 11 (prix d'un appel local) ou sur parlonsnous@rtl.fr. Hébergé par Audiomeans. Visitez audiomeans.fr/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

Garde la foi malgré tous tes échecs by Rav David Touitou

At long last, Jennifer and Brandon convinced me to organize a new Edgar Allan Poecast, our third (not second). If you don't know the deal, we take submissions from whoever (mostly noise musicians and those adjacent) to do readings of Edgar Allan Poe stories however they like, with whatever music or noise they can come up with, in whatever language they like.There's not much else to say except a huge thank you to my cohosts for encouraging this and to everyone that submitted or even considered submitting. We'll do this again, so you have an entire year to consider your submission.The line up goes like this:Sara Century - Annabel Lee Jennifer C. Martin w/ VODE (Arvo Zylo & Leslie Keffer) - The Conqueror WormThe Gray Romantics - Buried AliveLaura Squirrel - AloneJust Josh - The Haunted Palace & Doomed CityT. Volpone - The SleeperDame Smile Highlin' with HB(MB) - The RavenIleana - Berenice (in Spanish)It's a great bunch of readings. We hope you enjoy. And if you want more, check out our feed for the previous two volumes or reach out to Brandon, Jennifer, or me on social media to acquire a copy of the tenth anniversary cassette of the Edgar Allan Poecast Vol. 1. You can also order a copy from my bandcamp, https://grayromantics.bandcamp.com/album/edgar-allan-poecastKeep an eye out for cassettes or CDs of Vol. 2 and this year's episode.See y'all next year. Or next month. Whenever we have another episode.

2025-10-30 Homélie du Père Mathieu - Messe pour les malades - Paroisse de la Garde by Radio Maria France

Entre paillettes et adrénaline, Stéphane a vécu dans l'ombre des plus grandes stars : tapis rouges, jets privés, et situations aussi risquées que croustillantes ! Il a veillé sur Leonardo DiCaprio, Cate Blanchett, Bill Gates ou encore des princesses du Moyen-Orient. Ce matin, il nous ouvre les coulisses d'un métier hors du commun.Hébergé par Audiomeans. Visitez audiomeans.fr/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

World War II hero Phil Larimore remains the youngest candidate to ever graduate from Army Officer Training School, which he did at the age of seventeen, on the eve of America's involvement in World War II. Landing on the Anzio beachhead in February 1944, Phil – the youngest commissioned US officer in World War II – was put in charge of an Ammunition Pioneer Platoon of the 3rd Infantry Division. Their job: to deliver ammunition to the frontline foxholes—a dangerous assignment involving regular forays into No Man's Land. As Phil fought his way up the Italian boot, into Southern France and across the Rhine River into Germany, he experienced some of the most intense combat ever. But it was what happened in the final stages of the war, when Phil was sent on a secret mission into Nazi-occupied Czechoslovakia to find the farm where Hitler was hiding his world-famous Lipizzaner stallions that makes his story incredibly special and is  the ultimate expression of Phil Larimore's life-long love of horses. Like so many veterans of that “greatest generation,” Phil didn't talk much about his war experiences until much later in life, and when he did his stories seemed outrageous to his family and his sons. After his death, his son and our guest Dr. Walt Larimore discovered his father's papers in the attic—and learned that his father's stories were all true. In this episode, Dr. Larimore describes his father's remarkable service to his country, including meeting Eisenhower, losing his leg, fighting to stay in the army, and being awarded  the Distinguished Service Cross, two silver stars, two bronze stars, three Purple Hearts, the Medal of France, the Crois du Garde with a palm, and more. All of this and more is described in Dr. Walt Larimore's remarkable book At First Light.Heroes Behind HeadlinesExecutive Producer Ralph PezzulloProduced & Engineered by Mike DawsonMusic provided by ExtremeMusic.com

Nous sommes le 24 octobre 2019 et l'évènement alimente la presse nationale et étrangère pendant de très long mois. Antonio Tejero Molina, ancien colonel de la Garde civile espagnole, nostalgique du régime franquiste, tente d'assister au déplacement du corps de Franco à tout prix…. Cela fait alors 44 ans que Franco est mort. Entre temps, l'Espagne est devenue une démocratie, avec une loi qui impose l'oubli sur les crimes de la guerre civile mais aussi sur ceux de la dictature. Avec également une constitution, mais toujours l'impossibilité d'effacer son passé remuant. Nous retrouvons Sophie Baby, autrice du livre Juger Franco, (Editions La Découverte) et Sébastien Farré, directeur exécutif de la Maison de l'Histoire à Genève et spécialiste de l'Espagne contemporaine. Le livre de Sébastien Farré : La Suisse et l'Espagne de Franco. De la Guerre civile à la mort du dictateur (Lausanne, Antipodes, 2006)

Around the world and throughout our entire written history, humanity has believed that the dead can return to the land of the living, even if only for a short time. Through ancient texts and archaeological research, we can trace how people long ago understood hauntings, feared the unburied, and tried to keep the dead at rest.In this Halloween special, discover just a few of the stories of ghosts, revenants, vampires, and other restless dead from ancient to medieval sources. From the oldest texts in the world in Ancient Mesopotamia that speak of the ghosts that walked among the living, to the first Classical story to identify necromancy in Ancient Greece, to the Norse sagas of heroes defeating terrifyingly strong draugr, and the origins of vampires in Slavic lore. Explore archaeological discoveries of graves referred to as "deviant" or "anti-vampire" burials from Greek and Slavic cemeteries where the dead were physically stopped from rising again.These ancient tales of the dead also reveal what the living feared, what they valued, and how they coped with loss.Offline works cited:D. Karakantza, Efimia, Alexandros Velaoras, and Marion Meyer. 2025. Ancient Necropolitics: Maltreating the Living, Abusing the Dead in Greek Antiquity. BRILL.Gardela, Leszek. Gardeła L. 2015. Vampire Burials in Medieval Poland. An Overview of Past Controversies and Recent Reevaluations, Lund Archaeological Review 21, 107-126.Sulosky Weaver, Carrie Lynn. 2022. Marginalised Populations in the Ancient Greek World: The Bioarchaeology of the Other. Edinburgh University PressWypustek, Andrzej. Sorcery Among Powerless Corpses. An Interpretation of the ‘Restless Dead' in Greek Curses, Imprecations and Verse Inscriptions. The Wisdom of Thoth. Magical Text in Ancient Mediterranean Civilisations, 121-129. Archaeopress.LinksSee photos related to episode topics on InstagramLoving the macabre lore? Treat your host to a coffee!Free English Translation of The Odyssey by Homer - Project GutenbergGreek Phasmata (Ghosts) by Greek Myth ComixVideo: Mesopotamian Ghost Busting with Dr. Irving FinkelOpen Access Article: Apotropaic Practices and the Undead A Biogeochemical Assessment of Deviant Burials in Post-Medieval PolandOpen Access Article: The Living and the Dead in Slavic Folk Culture Modes of Interaction between Two WorldsTranscriptsFor transcripts of this episode head over to: https://archpodnet.com/tpm/25ArchPodNetAPN Website: https://www.archpodnet.comAPN on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/archpodnetAPN on Twitter: https://www.twitter.com/archpodnetAPN on Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/archpodnetAPN ShopAffiliatesMotion Hosted by Simplecast, an AdsWizz company. See pcm.adswizz.com for information about our collection and use of personal data for advertising.

Unser heutiger Gast hat Kommunikationsdesign studiert und war viele Jahre in leitenden Positionen in der Kreativ- und Beratungsbranche tätig , unter anderem in Agenturen, Start-ups und Konzernen auf mehreren Kontinenten. Irgendwann spürte er: Es braucht einen neuen Rahmen für Arbeit und Leben und zwar einen, der über das Gewohnte hinausgeht. Aus dieser Überzeugung entstand die Idee für ein neues Lebens- und Arbeitsmodell, das heute in einem ersten Haus in Hamburg Form angenommen hat: The Embassies. Ein Ort, an dem Co-Living, Co-Working und Community zusammenkommen. Weitere Standorte in Kopenhagen, München, Zürich und anderen Städten sind bereits in Planung. Ziel ist es, Räume zu schaffen, die bewusst soziale Begegnung ermöglichen – für Menschen, die nicht nur zusammen wohnen oder arbeiten, sondern sich gegenseitig inspirieren und unterstützen möchten. Eine Antwort auf die zunehmende Vereinzelung in einer Welt, die technisiert, aber oft nicht wirklich verbunden ist. Seit über acht Jahren beschäftigen wir uns in diesem Podcast mit der Frage, wie Arbeit den Menschen stärkt, statt ihn zu schwächen. In mehr als 500 Gesprächen mit über 600 Persönlichkeiten haben wir darüber gesprochen, was sich für sie verändert hat – und was sich noch verändern muss. Warum wächst in Zeiten von Remote Work und digitaler Flexibilität die Sehnsucht nach physischer Nähe und echter Verbindung? Was braucht es, damit Orte nicht nur funktional sind, sondern Resonanz, Kreativität und Gemeinschaft ermöglichen? Und wie können wir Arbeit, Leben und Lernen wieder stärker zusammen denken – statt sie künstlich zu trennen? Fest steht: Für die Lösung unserer aktuellen Herausforderungen brauchen wir neue Impulse. Daher suchen wir weiter nach Methoden, Vorbildern, Tools und Ideen, die uns dem Kern von New Work näherbringen. Darüber hinaus beschäftigt uns von Anfang an die Frage, ob wirklich alle Menschen das finden und leben können, was sie im Innersten wirklich, wirklich wollen. Ihr seid bei On the Way to New Work – heute mit Jan Garde. [Hier](https://linktr.ee/onthewaytonewwork) findet ihr alle Links zum Podcast und unseren aktuellen Werbepartnern

durée : 00:12:27 - Les Enjeux internationaux - par : Astrid de Villaines - Jeudi 23 octobre, Donald Trump a finalement renoncé à envoyer la Garde nationale à San Francisco. Depuis son retour à la Maison Blanche en janvier, le président américain multiplie les déploiements de militaires réservistes dans de grandes villes dirigées par des démocrates. - réalisation : Félicie Faugère - invités : Olivier Burtin Historien et maître de conférences en civilisation des États-Unis à l'université de Picardie Jules Verne

Tous les matins à 7h15, le parti pris argumenté d'un invité sur un sujet d'actualité, avec les témoignages et les réactions des auditeurs de RMC en direct au 3216.

Garde à vue (ou "hebs", pour les intimes)

Chaque jour, retrouvez le journal de 19h de la rédaction d'Europe 1 pour faire le tour de l'actu.Hébergé par Audiomeans. Visitez audiomeans.fr/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

Chaque jour, retrouvez le journal de 19h de la rédaction d'Europe 1 pour faire le tour de l'actu.Hébergé par Audiomeans. Visitez audiomeans.fr/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

Chroniqueurs : - Gauthier le Bret, journaliste - Fabien Onteniente, réalisateur - Dominique Grimault, journaliste - Georges Fenech, ancien magistrat Hébergé par Audiomeans. Visitez audiomeans.fr/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

Chroniqueurs : - Gauthier le Bret, journaliste - Fabien Onteniente, réalisateur - Dominique Grimault, journaliste - Georges Fenech, ancien magistrat Vous voulez réagir ? Appelez-le 01.80.20.39.21 (numéro non surtaxé) ou rendez-vous sur les réseaux sociaux d'Europe 1 pour livrer votre opinion et débattre sur grandes thématiques développées dans l'émission du jour.Hébergé par Audiomeans. Visitez audiomeans.fr/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

L'émission 28 minutes du 24/10/2025 Ce vendredi, Renaud Dély décrypte l'actualité en compagnie de nos clubistes : Pascal Blanchard, historien, Raphaël Doan, essayiste et ancien haut fonctionnaire, Catherine Tricot, directrice de la revue "Regards" et le dessinateur de presse Éric Truant.L'intelligence artificielle va-t-elle nous mettre au chômage ?Lundi 20 octobre, un programme télévisuel britannique décryptant l'impact de l'IA sur le marché du travail était, en réalité, lui-même présenté par une IA. Les cols blancs sont-ils voués à être remplacés par l'intelligence artificielle, comme le prophétise Sam Altman, le PDG d'OpenAI ? “Ni suspendue, ni abrogée” : à quoi joue Emmanuel Macron sur les retraites ?C'était la promesse qui avait permis d'éviter la censure : la réforme des retraites allait être suspendue. Mais, Emmanuel Macron a laissé planer le doute, évoquant le "décalage d'une échéance" de la réforme qu'il juge "nécessaire". De quoi réactiver le débat et compliquer la tâche du premier ministre. Nous recevons Solrey, directrice musicale et cheffe d'orchestre, qui présente son spectacle "Ciao Casanova" à la Seine musicale à partir du 26 novembre 2025. Dans cet opéra-film, elle tisse une histoire autour de Venise, du cinéma et de Casanova. Mardi 21 octobre, Nicolas Sarkozy a été incarcéré à la suite de sa condamnation pour association de malfaiteurs. Gérald Darmanin, le Garde des Sceaux, a annoncé vouloir lui rendre visite au parloir. Rémy Heitz, procureur de la Cour de cassation, y voit une atteinte à la "sérénité" de la justice, alors que Nicolas Sarkozy a annoncé faire appel de la décision du tribunal. C'est le duel de la semaine de Frédéric Says. Donald Trump a lancé les travaux pour construire une nouvelle salle de bal à la Maison Blanche. Coût estimé : 250 millions de dollars. Et ce alors même que les États-Unis sont en situation de paralysie budgétaire. C'est le Point Com de Natacha Triou. Une femme, séquestrée depuis 5 ans dans des conditions sordides, a réussi à se défaire des griffes de ses géoliers, un couple qui la retenait dans leur garage, la nourrissait à peine et lui imposait un traitement dégradant. C'est l'histoire de la semaine de Frédéric Pommier. Enfin, ne manquez pas notre Une internationale sur la politique migratoire britannique, les photos de la semaine soigneusement sélectionnées par nos invités, ainsi que la remise en question par Aurore Vincenti de la théorie sur les fameuses 8 heures de sommeil par nuit.  28 minutes est le magazine d'actualité d'ARTE, présenté par Élisabeth Quin du lundi au jeudi à 20h05. Renaud Dély est aux commandes de l'émission le vendredi et le samedi. Ce podcast est coproduit par KM et ARTE Radio. Enregistrement 24 octobre 2025 Présentation Renaud Dély Production KM, ARTE Radio

Messe célébrée par le Père Alain Boussand, curé de la paroisse de la Garde

Chaque matin, Vincent Hervouet nous livre son regard sur l'actualité internationale. Ce jeudi, il revient sur les déclarations du chef de l'État major des Armées qui a déclaré que l'armée française doit être "prête à un choc dans 3-4 ans" face à la Russie. Hébergé par Audiomeans. Visitez audiomeans.fr/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

durée : 00:09:36 - L'invité de 7h50 - par : Benjamin Duhamel - Kathryn Bigelow, réalisatrice oscarisée pour "Démineurs" en 2010, voit dans son film “A house of dynamite”, sur Netflix le 24 octobre, une "mise en garde" sur le danger que représente l'arme nucléaire pour le monde. - invités : Kathryn BIGELOW - Kathryn Bigelow : Réalisatrice Vous aimez ce podcast ? Pour écouter tous les autres épisodes sans limite, rendez-vous sur Radio France.

En Tunisie, les femmes ont toujours été majoritaires dans le domaine de la pâtisserie traditionnelle. Mais depuis quelques années, de jeunes pâtissières bouleversent les codes, optant pour une pâtisserie à la française, allégée en sucre et diversifiée. Une manière de revendiquer une créativité et une originalité tout en s'inspirant des recettes des pâtisseries ancestrales. À la pâtisserie Boulevard des Capucines, en banlieue nord de Tunis, Salma Langar, 36 ans, donne ses instructions de la journée pour la conception de ses gâteaux. Depuis onze ans, cette passionnée s'adonne à la pâtisserie haut de gamme. « Je voulais faire ça depuis toute petite, j'ai grandi dans une famille de cuisiniers. Mon père avait un restaurant, donc j'ai ouvert les yeux dans le restaurant de mon père et aussi dans la cuisine de ma grand-mère qui est une grande cuisinière. J'ai grandi en cuisinant les gâteaux traditionnels, avec elle et avec mes tantes. Vraiment chaque Ramadan, chaque Aïd », raconte-t-elle.  Et pourtant, dans les vitrines de sa pâtisserie, les douceurs traditionnelles tunisiennes sont absentes. Salma a misé sur la différence. On trouve des opéras revisités, des tartes aux fruits, des trompe-l'œil, dont le best-seller, un saucisson chocolat noisette... « J'aime bien qu'on s'amuse avec la pâtisserie. Puisque ici les gens ne peuvent pas manger de la charcuterie de porc, on s'est dit ''on va leur faire une charcuterie en chocolat''. Et les gens adorent », s'amuse-t-elle.  Pour cette cheffe, formée entre la Tunisie et la France, notamment chez le chef pâtissier Cyril Lignac, le terrain de la pâtisserie en Tunisie est un tremplin pour les femmes et laisse place à la créativité. « On voit beaucoup de femmes qui sont en train de se lancer, même qui sont en train de faire des reconversions professionnelles, c'est ça qui est beau », s'enthousiasme-t-elle.  À lire aussiLes délices du continent: en Tunisie, le mleoui est une institution de la street food [4/10] Une reconversion qui a fait le succès de sa collègue, Kawther Hattab, à la tête d'une autre pâtisserie, Madeleine et Proust. Dans son enseigne, la précision et le dosage sont les maîtres mots. Kawther, 40 ans, ancienne ingénieure, s'est amourachée de la pâtisserie à travers le jeu sur la matière. « Je me suis inspirée de ce que j'aimais manger : la fleur d'oranger, l'eau de rose, etc. Mais à ma façon et en l'intégrant dans des mousses, des recettes françaises. C'est aussi comme ça que j'ai des combinaisons entre les saveurs tunisiennes, la Méditerranée et la France », détaille-t-elle. Dans un pays qui compte 16% de diabétiques, Kawther a voulu aussi innover en diminuant le sucre. « Je n'ai pas travaillé uniquement sur le sucre, j'ai travaillé également sur le gras, parce que c'est un ratio. Si on diminue seulement le sucre, le taux de gras augmente, donc on n'est pas sur une recette qui est forcément saine ou avec moins de calories », explique-t-elle. La recette fonctionne car la pâtisserie vient d'ouvrir un café dédié au brunch. Salma, elle, a inauguré une boutique de glaces artisanales, nommée Lou, inspirée des recettes italiennes. À lire aussiTunisie: la richesse du patrimoine culinaire encore méconnue

durée : 00:09:36 - L'invité de 7h50 - par : Benjamin Duhamel - Kathryn Bigelow, réalisatrice oscarisée pour "Démineurs" en 2010, voit dans son film “A house of dynamite”, sur Netflix le 24 octobre, une "mise en garde" sur le danger que représente l'arme nucléaire pour le monde. - invités : Kathryn BIGELOW - Kathryn Bigelow : Réalisatrice Vous aimez ce podcast ? Pour écouter tous les autres épisodes sans limite, rendez-vous sur Radio France.

Invitée: Iris Brey. La garde alternée dʹenfants est devenue une réalité pour de nombreuses familles. La peur de ne plus voir son enfant une semaine sur deux peut-elle se transformer en joie? La joie dʹavoir du temps pour soi, mais aussi de passer du temps qualitatif avec sa progéniture? Tribu reçoit Iris Brey, autrice et réalisatrice, qui publie avec lʹillustratrice Anna Wanda Gogusey "Quelle joie!" aux éditions La ville brûle.

durée : 01:57:32 - Les Nuits de France Culture - par : Albane Penaranda - Qu'est-ce que garder le temps ? Dans cet "Atelier de création radiophonique" diffusé en 1987, un horloger s'affaire à réparer des pendules tandis que résonnent les mots de l'auteur visionnaire J. G. Ballard, fasciné par le temps et son dérèglement. - réalisation : Emily Vallat - invités : Robert Louit

C dans l'air du 18 octobre 2025 Le président ukrainien Volodymyr Zelensky repart bredouille de son voyage américain. En visite hier à Washington, il espérait obtenir de Donald Trump des missiles de longue portée Tomahawk pour lutter plus efficacement contre la Russie. Mais le président des Etats-Unis lui a opposé une fin de non-recevoir et a exhorté Kiev et Moscou à trouver un accord pour mettre fin à la guerre.Le locataire de la Maison-Blanche a en effet clairement indiqué que sa priorité était désormais la diplomatie, et craint que la fourniture de Tomahawk ne puisse la compromettre. Auréolé par la réussite de la première phase de son plan à Gaza, Donald Trump ambitionne la réalisation d'un scénario similaire en Ukraine. Cette pause dans son soutien à l'Ukraine représente un revers pour Zelensky, qui espérait des engagements concrets de la première puissance mondiale. Si le président américain souhaite la paix en Ukraine, il mène des opérations militaires dans la mer des Caraïbes. Depuis septembre, plusieurs bateaux sont pris pour cible par l'armée américaine au large du Vénézuela. Pour justifier ces frappes, Washington accuse ces embarcations d'être celles de narcotrafiquants important de la drogue sur le sol américain. Ces opérations ont fait plusieurs dizaines de morts et soulèvent des questions quant à leur légalité.Le président du Vénézuela Nicolas Maduro dénonce le mépris du droit international par les Etats-Unis. Pour Trump, tout semble permis, au nom de la lutte contre le narcotrafic mais aussi de celle contre l'immigration illégale dans son pays.Le locataire de la Maison-Blanche bafoue les règles en vigueur, y compris sur son propre sol. Pour mener à bien sa promesse d'expulsions par millions, les arrestations sont massives dans de nombreuses villes américaines. Les migrants hispaniques sont particulièrement visés. Certains sont interpellés jusque sur leurs lieux de travail.Quand des villes tentent de s'opposer à sa politique, Donald Trump n'hésite pas à envoyer la Garde nationale. Et lorsque la justice le désavoue sur bienfondé juridique de son action, le milliardaire ne baisse pas les bras. Il menace désormais Boston et Los Angeles de se voir retirer l'accueil de la Coupe du Monde de football l'an prochain si ces municipalités faisaient, selon lui, “du mauvais travail”. Les migrants ne sont pas la seule population ciblée par le président américain. Les personnes transgenres sont, elles aussi, dans son viseur. Une équipe de C dans l'air a rencontré Myles et Michaela, un jeune couple du Michigan. Myles était une femme, et a transitionné à l'âge de 23 ans pour devenir un homme. Le couple raconte son quotidien, dans la peur, au fil des attaques répétées depuis le retour de Donald Trump au pouvoir. Myles et Michaela envisagent de quitter le pays si la pression devient trop forte. Pour l'heure, ils essaient de ne pas trop penser au lendemain. LES EXPERTS :Anthony Bellanger - Editorialiste FranceinfoTV - spécialiste des questions internationalesCorentin Sellin - Vous êtes historien, spécialiste des Etats-UnisIsabelle Lasserre - Correspondante diplomatie au FigaroKéthévane Gorjestani - Chroniqueuse internationale à France 24

2025-10-16 Homélie du Père Mathieu - Messe pour les malades - Paroisse de la Garde by Radio Maria France

Une juge fédérale a suspendu ce jeudi 9 octobre pour deux semaines le déploiement de la Garde nationale à Chicago et dans sa région ordonné par le président Donald Trump, moins de 24 heures après l'envoi de centaines de militaires pour y appuyer la police de l'immigration. Il y a un mois, un incident a été largement relayé dans une vidéo sur laquelle on voit des agents fédéraux postés sur le toit d'un centre de la police de l'immigration (ICE) en banlieue de Chicago tirer avec un projectile sur un pasteur parmi un petit groupe de manifestants au pied du bâtiment. C'est à la suite de manifestations devant des bâtiments de la police de l'immigration que Donald Trump a signé la semaine dernière un décret présidentiel pour l'envoi de centaines de gardes nationaux à Chicago afin de "protéger les agents et biens fédéraux". Arnaud Tousch & Cyrielle Stadler font le point sur la situation dans ce nouvel épisode de La lettre d'Amérique.Hébergé par Audiomeans. Visitez audiomeans.fr/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

C dans l'air l'invité du 8 octobre 2025 avec Richard Malka, avocat et ami d'Elisabeth et Robert BadinterRichard Malka est avocat, et ami d'Elisabeth et Robert Badinter. L'ancien Garde des Sceaux, Robert Badinter, entrera au Panthéon demain. Une veillée funèbre est organisée ce soir au Conseil constitutionnel, à la veille de la cérémonie.C'est un hommage de la nation à l'une des dernières grandes consciences de notre époque, Robert Badinter, qui sera rendu demain. 44 ans après l'abolition de la peine de mort en France, dont il est l'artisan, il entrera au Panthéon au nom de l'universalisme républicain, et reposera à coté de Condorcet.Cette cérémonie solennelle a été voulue par le président Emmanuel Macron, qui a fait de l'universalisme le fil conducteur de l'accès au grand temple républicain. C'est une "figure morale", un "énorme personnage" qui va reposer dans l'ancienne église devenue nécropole nationale au début de la Révolution, dit à l'AFP l'historien Denis Peschanski, spécialiste des questions de mémoire. Ce soir, la veillée funèbre, au Conseil constitutionnel, sera ouverte au public, qui pourra se recueillir devant le cercueil portant le nom de celui qui, parmi les nombreux engagements de sa vie, présida la juridiction de 1986 à 1995.Demain, la cérémonie soulignera le combat pour la justice de Robert Badinter, "qui incarne ce qu'est l'Etat de droit", selon la présidence. Et surtout l'abolition de la peine de mort, "un saut civilisationnel majeur dans l'histoire de la justice de notre pays", a estimé un conseiller d'Emmanuel Macron. Il s'agit de la cinquième panthéonisation sous les mandats d'Emmanuel Macron.RichardMalka, avocat, et ami d'Elisabeth et Robert Badinter, est notre invité. Il nous racontera ses souvenirs de Robert Badinter, et nous dira quel est son héritage.

Les journalistes et experts de RFI répondent également à vos questions sur l'exode des habitants de Kidal au Mali, des raids de drones ukrainiens en Russie et le déploiement de la garde nationale dans deux nouvelles villes américaines. Madagascar : un général à la tête du gouvernement   Une semaine après avoir limogé son gouvernement, sous la pression de la jeunesse, le président Andry Rajoelina a nommé le général Ruphin Fortunat Zafisambo au poste de Premier ministre. Pourquoi le choix s'est-il porté sur un militaire ? Que pense le collectif «Gen Z Madagascar» de cette nomination ? Avec Guilhem Fabry, correspondant de RFI à Antananarivo.      Mali : la ville de Kidal se vide de ses habitants   Face aux affrontements entre l'armée malienne et les rebelles du Front de libération de l'Azawad qui ont imposé un blocus à Kidal, de nombreux civils ont fui la ville du Nord. Sait-on où ces personnes ont-elles trouvé refuge ? Comment expliquer ce blocus ?   Avec David Baché, journaliste au service Afrique de RFI.     Guerre en Ukraine : la Russie frappée par des raids massifs de drones ukrainiens    Kiev a rarement lancé autant de drones sur la Russie. Moscou affirme en avoir intercepté 251, dans la nuit de dimanche à lundi, et plus de 200 la nuit suivante. Pourquoi l'Ukraine a-t-elle choisi d'intensifier ses frappes maintenant ? Quelle était la cible principale de ces drones ?  Avec Ulrich Bounat, analyste géopolitique, chercheur-associé chez Euro Créative.       États-Unis : déploiement de soldats dans de nouvelles villes   Après Los Angeles et Washington, Donald Trump a ordonné le déploiement de la Garde nationale à Chicago et à Portland. Ces deux villes représentent-elles une menace pour la sécurité nationale, comme l'affirme la Maison Blanche ?  Avec William Genieys, directeur de recherche au CNRS à Sciences Po. 

J'ouvre un studio de podcast et Vidéo à Paris Montparnasse : https://studiostoriz.com/(20% avec le code WELCOME20 pour notre lancement, offre valable jusqu'au15 Octobre)Dans cet épisode d'Extraterrien, j'ai eu le plaisir d'échanger avec Clémentine Geoffray, championne du monde de trail. On a parlé de confiance en soi, de gestion du mental lors des blessures, de la pression des résultats, mais surtout de l'importance du collectif et de s'entourer des bonnes personnes pour progresser. Clémentine partage ses routines, ses défis, ses moments de doute, mais aussi ses rituels d'écriture et sa passion pour la montagne. Un épisode inspirant pour tous ceux qui veulent performer en restant alignés avec leurs valeurs.Chapitres00:00 Transforme un défi sportif en opportunité malgré les obstacles (comme le pollen)07:39 Apprends à gérer une récupération difficile après la course10:21 Utilise la comparaison comme moteur de motivation19:19 Progresse en observant et en apprenant des autres21:22 Cultive une motivation implacable pour avancer30:30 Mets en place des stratégies nutritionnelles adaptées à l'endurance33:43 Stimule ta créativité avec des méthodes commeThe Artist's Way39:10 Sois résilient face aux blessures et rebondis (exemple en Drôme)43:44 Développe ta tolérance et écoute davantage ton corps52:14 Allège la pression et protège ta santé mentale d'athlète55:37 Sois fier de chaque performance, même d'une 6ᵉ place méritée01:01:45 Garde un rapport sain avec les réseaux sociaux pour protéger ta santé mental

durée : 00:05:06 - La Revue de presse internationale - par : Catherine Duthu - L'administration Trump décrit Chicago et Portland comme une "zone de guerre" pour justifier l'envoi de la Garde nationale dans ces villes démocrates où des manifestations ont eu lieu contre la police de l'immigration. Les raids de l'ICE divisent l'opinion mais font les affaires des prisons privées.