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Quaranteam - Dave In Dallas: Part 8 Intruders! Based on a post by RonanJWilkerson, in 12 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels. October 26, 2020. Monday afternoon, Reena took lunch duties. Lunch was often individual or in small groups, but she really wanted a crack at cooking for everyone. She said it could be 'come and go' to still facilitate varied schedules around the house. Her idea was ramen. But, it wasn't just basic out of the package. Well, it was, but with a variety of add-ons. You could pick your flavor of ramen, then she'd prepared chopped carrots, nori, sesame oil, diced onion, spam, eggs (fried up for each bowl individually) and Korean red pepper powder that Jan had gotten added to the spice rack. Oh, Reena still cooked it up, but each bowl was individual, and made on request. When Jan came in for lunch, she laughed warmly. Beaming, Reena asked hopefully, "Just like mom would make?" Jan placed a reassuring hand on the girl's shoulder. "Not exactly dear. This is ore like what my Caucasian aunt would make when she tried to be authentic." Reena's face and shoulders seemed to suddenly melt. Jan stepped in beside the teen, wrapping her arms around her. "And the one time I made fun of my aunt for it in my mother's hearing was the last. She pulled me aside and scolded me for being insensitive, and ungrateful. Mom said that ramen was always about making something tasty, with love and what ever ingredients were available." Jan made a point of looking over the prepped ingredients arrayed on the counter. "And this is exactly what you have done." She kissed Reena on her cheek. "Thank you. Thank you for the meal, and thank you for reminding me of two lovely, caring women in my life." Reena hugged her. Then she got the specifics of what Jan wanted and got busy making it. Dave stepped out of his office and got two steps down the hallway when Lupie found him. "Dave, could I use your office and computer for a bit? It's kind of urgent. I was in the middle of some trades and my laptop died." "Again?" Dave chuckled. Lupie looked chagrined and rolled her eyes. "Good thing you have your software installed in there already. Just log me off and do what you gotta do. How long do you need me to stay out?" "Rest of the afternoon?" "Okay." Dave started to walk away but Lupie snagged him by the shirtfront and tugged him towards her. They kissed softly. They didn't hear the small footsteps approaching. "Oh gag me with a tamale." Both adults laughed too hard to maintain the kiss. "I do need to get in there," Lupie said. A quick peck and she scampered into the office. Dave knelt down and wrapped Esme in a hug. "And you, rascal, need to give it a rest. We keep a lot out of your sight because; well because it should be out of your viewing. So give us a break on the kissing once in a while, huh?" "Yessir" her tone sounded reluctant, but the grin was hard to suppress. She took four quick steps away from him before turning. "Dave?" "Yes, sweetie?" "Thanks for making mom happy." "Never have I ever; used a pay phone," Reena said with a wicked grin. Shawna and all the ladies over thirty took a drink. Dave first reached into his pocket, pulled his hand back out, and tossed a quarter at Reena. Then he took a drink. Liv busted out laughing. "One of Dad's favorite songs!" she cried as she cackled loudly and leaned a bit too far over into Mel. They'd been going for over half an hour. And she and Mel had pre-gamed. "Song?" Reena asked. "Pay phones used to cost a quarter to make a call. Early nineties, there was a country breakup song called 'Here's a Quarter, Call Someone Who Cares'," Dave filled in. Reena pouted, then stuck out her tongue. "Okay, Lupie, your turn," Jan prompted. 'Never have I ever; done the splits." Reena threw one back. Liv joined her, while Dave laughed. "That laugh suggests a story," Nessa observed. "Yeah, yeah," Liv replied. "I was; oh, about ten or so?" "Eleven," Dave corrected. "Right. Anyway, the girlie girl types were saying I was not really a girl if I couldn't do the splits. So I did." Dave cleared his throat. Liv blushed. "On top of the monkey bars." All the older ladies burst out laughing. "Well, that showed them!" Shawna rejoined. "And I believe it's Dave's turn now." "Alright, never have I ever; taken a nude or semi-nude selfie." Reena's eyes bugged out. She reached for her drink, threw back a slug, then covered her face with her hand. Mel, Liv, and Nessa followed suit. That was no shock to anyone. Jan doing so caught a few looks. "Nope, not gonna talk about it." Jan's face was as red as Melanie's hair. "Okay, moving on; " "Not yet. Someone hasn't drunk." Dave said. He looked at Becca, clearing his throat. "What?! I've never sent nude selfies. You're the first guy I ever got naked for!" "I believe you." Then Dave held up his phone and waggled it. Becca's eyes got wide. "Oh, crap, I forgot about that!" The young blonde blushed about six shades of red before reaching for her drink. "Oh, this I gotta hear." Melanie breathed. Becca hid her face in her hands, peeking between two fingers. Lupie laughed loudly. "Okay, you busted me out, so spill." Becca looked pleadingly at Dave, then shrugged her shoulders, giving him a nod. "Loops, you remember that very first day, when the vax guy came around?" Lupie nodded in reply. "And you wondered why Becca was acting all embarrassed after I told you I'd accepted you both?" "Yes?; oh!" "I told you she'd be the one to say it was okay to tell you what happened? She just did." Lupie just nodded in reply. "Uh, care to fill the rest of us in?" Mel asked. "So the CDC guy came around mid-September. He got to Lupie's house first. She sent him over here with a letter asking that I request her and Becca, giving her reasons why I should say yes. After setting things up with Arthur, I texted both of them that I would make the request. Becca replied with a selfie. With her shirt and bra pulled up. Still have it by the way." Dave winked at Becca. "Shit, we shoulda thought of that! Right after the video call!" Liv groused, nudging Mel. "Another missed first." "Becca was weeks before that call, so still first. Well, first amongst this group, not first ever." "Oh, yeah?" Dave dodged. "Old girlfriend, long time ago. So, who's turn is it next?" Thankfully, they let it slide. October 27, 2020. Dave descended the stairs to see Olivia, Becca and Reena watching a 90's movie. The two teens were making a concerted effort to take in as much of the movies and songs that Dave had grown up with, particularly the ones he had physical copies of. Reena had taken some adjusting to the idea of watching without streaming. Not that they didn't stream at all. Last night, Dave had discovered several of his partners, including Reena, hadn't yet seen Hamilton. That required immediate correction. "Wow, really? It's a great story, well executed, and it's historical. I mean, yeah, they take some liberties, but Miranda was pretty true to the essence of the characters." "But history?" Reena whined. "It's just a bunch of old white guys." Dave looked askance at her. "You're sleeping with an old white guy." Reena's face fell, and Dave's heart with it. In a soft voice, she said, "You're not just an old white guy to me." Her head wasn't exactly hanging, but she didn't meet his eyes. Fuck, emotional landmine triggered. Splash damage accumulating. Dave got up swiftly, without rushing, to stand in front of her and take her in his arms. He kissed the crown of her head as her face nestled in his chest. "I'm sorry honey, I didn't mean to sound so disparaging." Reena slipped her arms around Dave and took him in a hug. Several others joined in, circling the pair in their arms. "Reena, honey?" Shawna prompted. "The guy who wrote it had a vision to make the story more interesting than 'just a bunch of old white guys. Give it a try. I think you'll like it." As often happened, Shawna was spot-on. This morning though, the trio were watching Dave's blu-ray of Twister. "You know, we'll have to watch this in April. Before or during the first severe thunderstorm warning." Dave said as he rounded the back corner to pass them without blocking their view. All three girls chuckled lightly and accepted the kisses Dave planted on them as he passed behind them on his way to the library. Entering, he found Vanessa lounging with a book. He took a seat in easy speaking distance without crowding her. "So, how are you settling in?" "Pretty well. It's; so peaceful here. I really expected a house with this many people in it to be more chaotic. I mean, there's a fun energy here, and a lot of life, but it's; so soothing here. Thank you, David. For accepting me, for just; being here to match with." "I'm enjoying having you here. Beyond the obvious, I mean." Nessa snickered at that. "You've slipped rather smoothly into the family and already I couldn't imagine this place, or us, without you." "That's so sweet, thank you." "Maybe once the whole state's vaccinated, we'll get some normalcy and get out to do the usual family things together." "When we get some normalcy again, you ought to marry Lupie." "I should marry all of you." "No. No, I don't feel that way. Lupie does. Olivia does. And maybe Janice. Shawna too, she has it bad for you. Becca is still young and sorting it all out. Same goes for Reena and Mel. I don't share that depth of bond. I wouldn't want to cheapen what they have with you by sharing a marriage ceremony when I don't have that connection. I damn well better be one of the bridesmaids though" A wry smile crossed Vanessa's face. "I care for you. I love you. I love this family. I am not in love with you." "If it weren't for this damn serum, you would be free to find someone to have that bond with." Vanessa's eyes watered. "Don't ever say that again." There was steel in every syllable. "I may not be in love with you, but this is one of the best relationships I've ever had. I have more joy; not mere happiness; joy in my life now than I have had in a very long time. If the serum caused this, then Thank God and bring it on. I wouldn't change what I have right now for anything. I know you care for me. I can feel it. I feel it from each of the others. What we have is special and I don't ever want to let it go." Dave stood and walked towards Vanessa. From one eye, a tear rolled down her cheek. "I haven't felt this safe and accepted since I was a little girl that didn't know what emotional pain was." She closed her eyes, surrendering, hopeful, to what he might do next. Dave bent down, bringing his face to hers. He kissed each eye gently. He kissed each tear streak. He kissed her gently on the nose, eliciting a small giggle. He kissed her lips, softly at first, growing firmer as she responded. She broke the kiss and opened her eyes in time to see his eyes opening. She could see the tears watering them. "You're going to make me fall in love with you aren't you?" "No. I'm going to give you every reason to, and let you decide." Dave reached underneath Vanessa and lifted her. She wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him as he carried her. Olivia noticed them coming out of the library. With a small grin she began singing in a soft voice "Who; knows what to-morrow brings; in a world; few hearts survive ;” Dave tried scowling at her, but he couldn't get the grin off his face. As they neared the base of the stairs, Vanessa ceased her slow circuit of kissing Dave's cheek, neck and lips. "I think you better let me walk from here stud." Dave chuckled and lowered her feet to the floor. They rose up the stairs, side-by-side joined at the hips, shoulders, and lips. From below, they heard Olivia mutter "God that's hot." Reena Umm-hmmed her agreement. "My nipples are freaking diamonds right now." Entering the bedroom, Dave and Vanessa began removing each other's clothes, quickly, but without frenzy. They stood naked, at the end of the bed, kissing, holding and softly groping each other. Dave pressed in close and gripped Vanessa under the curve of her ass. He lifted her and tossed her into the middle of the bed. She squealed happily as she flew. Dave slowly crawled up the bed, kissing Vanessa as he went. He started by kissing the big toe of her left foot and proceeded down the top of her foot to her ankle. Then he switched to her right foot. When he reached her ankle, he continued laying soft, gentle kisses up her shin. Then again up her left shin. He avoided the backs of her calves, her kneecap and the inside of her knee. These spots were very ticklish for Vanessa. Becca loved the loss of control when Dave tickled her. Becca and Janice loved the counter play of tickling and sexual stimulation. Vanessa would mule-kick him through a wall if he tickled her. And be out of the mood. And be pissed for a few days. So no tickle-y He kissed his way up the tops and outsides of each leg. He kissed a wandering path around her abdomen, taking time at her belly button like a caravan merchant at an oasis. Vanessa moaned. Her belly button was one of her favorite places for Dave to play with. Dave began working his way upward again, kissing in a straight line that ran up from her navel between her tits. He looked up as he rose, seeing her eyes locked on him, hungry and happy. Pure joy radiated from her face. He reached the hollow of her neck and alternated kissing with light nibbling. Vanessa moaned again and shifted beneath him. This was another of her favorite spots. He kissed up to her jaw, across her jawline, to her lips. "Umm" Vanessa hummed as Dave settled in, his body pressing firmly against hers. He rested his weight on his elbows and knees (outside of hers) and took her hands in his, out to the sides of her head, their fingers interlaced. It was more sensual than sexual. After several minutes, Dave slipped his hands loose and moved lower for the next step. He broke the kiss. Vanessa whimpered and opened her eyes. She bit back a complaint about the end of the kiss, because she knew what was coming would be better. Dave kissed her chin, then her shoulder. He stroked the outside of each tit with his fingertips. He kissed from her shoulder down to the top of her tit. He kissed around her tit, never touching the areola. Then he placed tiny, soft kisses just at the border of her areola without brushing her nipple. Vanessa whimpered. His hand played with her other tit, likewise avoiding the areola. Vanessa squeaked as he took her nipple and areola in his mouth and suckled, flicking his tongue against her nipple. "Yes; ;” she clutched the sheets and writhed beneath him. It was delicious torture. He had her worked up and ready, but kept the foreplay going rather than enter her. One finger of his hand lightly brushed across her other nipple. Back and forth. Back and forth. Light pinch. "Oh, David, please baby." Dave chuckled. He met her eyes as he descended down her body again, taking less time than when he rose. He kissed her hip, then across her pelvis and down. He kissed her mound of Venus and descended with his mouth hovering over her labia, but not touching. He let his breath brush over her entrance. Then he pulled back further and kissed her inner thigh. He heard a strangled whine from above. He nibbled. He switched thighs. More shifting and squirming. Dave latched his mouth onto Vanessa's labia and suckled like a newborn. "Yes!" Her body lifted off the bed for several seconds. He flicked his tongue against her entrance before easing it inside of her. She let out a contented moan. He slid his hands along her sides and thighs. Dave lifted his eyes to look at Vanessa. Her eyes were closed in bliss. He moved marginally forward and took her clitoris into his mouth, massaging it with his lips and tongue. "Oh God!" her eyes flew open. Hands gripped sheets and pulled hard. Her feet lifted. Dave backed off, giving her a moment. He started crawling up the bed, over top of her. Vanessa pouted and locked eyes with him. Desire and need echoed back and forth between their eyes. Dave inserted himself into her wet, relaxed passage and slid forward purposefully. Vanessa issued a sound that was both a sigh and a moan signaling her satisfaction. Once again, Dave interlaced his fingers with hers. With his hands on top of hers, and all four hands beside Nessa's ears, Dave began to rock his body overtop of her. He held himself just low enough that his chest and ribs softly grazed over her erect nipples. With slow, gentle strokes, he raised the two of them towards ecstasy. Kissing softly, they communicated without words, just sighs, moans, and hums. Time stopped and the world fell away. Just two lovers wrapped in gauzy layers of lovemaking. Nessa's body trembled with anticipation for what felt like an eternity as Dave caressed and stimulated her, hitting all her pleasure spots just so, raising her gently to one delicious climax. He buried himself to the root within her as the dam burst forth. Her erotic writhing alternatively pushed him away and strove to swallow him within her. The oscillations of her wet passage seized his organ and sent him cascading over the cliff with her. Struck by the serum induced orgasm, Nessa clutched him tightly and howled her pleasure. When Nessa's grasp loosened, Dave slipped to lie beside her, holding her close. Drifting back into the conscious world, Nessa snuggled in close, draping an arm over him. "Hmm, so that's what the girls have been calling 'the full Dave', huh? I like it." Shawna's rotating early shift was today, allowing all of us to sit down as a family and finish discussing housing preferences. Mel came in from the kitchen once Shawna arrived. "We didn't quite get there last time, but with 12 or more people, we need a bigger kitchen." Lupie said emphatically. "Preferably with a double oven and a cooktop with five burners and a grill. Four burners and no grill is still okay. And gas, not electric." "Anything else for the kitchen?" "Well, an island, preferably with power to it, but with a cutting board top, and large enough for rolling out dough." Lupie paused, looking pensive. "Did I go too far?" "Not at all, that sounds great. Especially if I actually get to use it." Dave grinned back. Lupie smirked and rolled her eyes. "Oh, and one other condition; a nice big batch of tamales after we move in." Lupie's eyes danced. "Absolutely." "I was thinking," Reena said, "how about a backyard deck?" Dave interjected "Not really necessary. It would be good to have, but I can build a reliable deck. Especially with Livy involved. You can help too if you want." "If you can do renno, I may have work for you." Vanessa smirked. Dave laughed. "I still have a day job. Our house sure, but I'm not looking to make it a job. Oh, and what ever we get needs plenty of electrical outlets. If it's really necessary, I could run a few new breakers and circuits, but seriously, I'd rather stay away from that." Shawna looked alarmed. "Baby, I believe you when you say you've got skills, but I don't want you around one-ten, or worse, two-twenty." Dave returned with a scowling laugh, "That's why you turn it off at the box, dear." "Just be careful honey." "Yes, Peaches." That earned a laugh all around, as Shawna blew a kiss at him. Nessa looked at her. "Are you from Georgia?" "No, but my parents met there in college. Mom's from Georgia, Dad was just there for school. They raised me and my brother in St. Louis." "And you went there for your degree?" "Oh no. I knew I wanted to be a meteorologist since I was a young teen. I went to O U. With the National Weather Service center right there, I got experiences I could never have gotten elsewhere. Spent a good chunk of my upper-class and grad years chasing storms." "Sounds like a lot of fun." "Oh yeah." Nessa grinned with Shawna, then turned to Dave. "I have been asked to press the idea of the towers one more time. Not so much our immediate supervisor here, but the folks back in DC. Their argument is that it's more efficient." "Unbelievable." Dave managed to avoid grumbling. "You do realize that the same people that want to shove us into a shoebox are the same little hypocrites that scream their heads off when a CEO lays off workers to make his company more efficient. Both of them are promoting the math of what they want, ignoring what they don't, and neither actually gives a shit about the people they are using like pawns." Shawna, seated beside him, stroked his arm, a slight grin on her face. "Yeah, okay, I'll climb down off my soap box. But no, I do not want to live in an apartment tower. A neighborhood, sure. A diverse neighborhood sounds great. I'm not a fan of monochrome anyway." "Clearly," Nessa said. "Just looking around the room proves that." "I'm sorry, but the whole 'I know better than you' crowd pisses me off, whether it's the church variety, the lefty variety, or the old money variety." "Okay, okay," Nessa replied light heartedly. "I had to bring it up again. I've done so, and you've been quite clear. I'll get on the search tomorrow. It may take a bit, but I'm sure we can find something that meets our requirements." The conversation turned to other subjects, and the family splintered into little knots of discussions. Mel slipped back out to check on the meal she was making. Dave didn't know what it was, but it smelled really good. Well, he knew it was something with chicken. He decided to join Mel in the kitchen. "Hey, Mel, how's it goin'?" "Almost done." Mel turned her face to his and received the offered kiss. "Smells really good. Chicken soup?" "Chicken and dumplings. From scratch. I boiled the chicken earlier this afternoon. It's about time for me to mix the dumplings. After that, it'll be ready to eat in twenty minutes." Dave wrapped his arms around her, holding her close from behind as she watched the pot. "Perfect choice for a dreary day like today. And, I haven't had chicken and dumplings in a long time." "Well, I hope you like mine." "Oh, Mel," Dave said as he nuzzled his head against hers, "you know I like your dumplings." He traced the middle finger of each hand up her sides, pulling away before reaching her tits. She cackled, turning to face him. With a light smack on his shoulder she said, "You're an old lech," she stepped in for a kiss. "But you're my old lech." She waggled her eyebrows. Dave chuckled, resting his forehead against hers. Then the doorbell rang. "Go, I need to get on the dumplings anyway." Mel swatted him on the ass as he walked away. Jan was already at the door when Dave arrived. The soldier was just handing over the clipboard. Beside her stood a young black woman with her hair in several tight braids. She stood about 5'6", with eyes that appeared to prefer laughing, but bore the potential to penetrate obfuscation, a cute button nose and a bright red lipstick on her perfectly sized mouth. Large golden hoop earrings in her ears and tight black jeans on her legs were the only attire visible other than her thick coat. Given the near-freezing temperatures and drizzle that had gone on all day long, Dave could hardly blame her. The black handle and ribbing stood out starkly from the vivid, deep pink of her umbrella canopy. It looked thoroughly functional, and infinitely girlie; maybe a bit more Wednesday Addams than cheerleader, but that didn't bother Dave in the slightest. Jan handed the clipboard back to the soldier, who departed immediately. "Hello, my name is Janice, though I prefer Jan." She held out her hand, which was taken without trepidation. "And this is Dave." He likewise reached out and shook the lady's hand. "Come on inside. We were just about to sit down for dinner." "About twenty minutes," Dave supplied. "Mel; Melanie; is making chicken and dumplings." "Oh, that sounds really good. Especially with this weather." She pulled her roller case through the foyer and parked it just inside the living room. The ladies approached her, no more than three at once, and the early few drew her towards the center of the room as they greeted her and introduced themselves. Mel, having not taken a seat yet, exited to the kitchen again, reappearing barely a minute later. "It'll be about ten more minutes," she replied to the expectant faces that turned her way. Becca and Olivia immediately stood, heading to the kitchen. Apparently, it was their turn to set the table. The light conversations and sharing continued through the meal, interrupted only by nearly everyone asking for a second bowl (Dave had four, but made sure everyone else was done eating before the last two.) Of course, each family member took multiple opportunities to praise Mel for the quality of the meal, and the excellent choice for the dreary conditions. Dave listened in on the conversations around him, paying special attention to the ones involving the new arrival, Niki. Between his own conversations with her, he learned her full name was Nicole Lassiter, and she worked as the network administrator and network security administrator for a bank headquartered in Dallas. With all the losses, she was now over all computer issues that were not customer facing. Her little brother was still in college, hunkering down in the UGA dorms. Niki, her mom, and her dad each called him at least once a week both for their own peace of mind and to keep his spirits up. Niki's parents were recently vaccinated. Her mother had styled her hair before 'her baby girl' left for the Vax Center. The tight braids she wore were called a Senegalese twist. Since her mother was a hairdresser (not that she was seeing customers at the moment) she had extensions on hand to do her daughter up right. Niki's dad had just retired from road construction work, looking to open up a barbecue restaurant; right before the lockdowns hit. Dave also noticed a slight unsteadiness on occasion when Niki walked. It made him concerned for her well-being, but he wasn't sure how to bring it up without being rude. As the evening wore on, he noticed Niki making furtive glances his way. The next time she did, he made eye contact, lifting one eyebrow. She bit her lip and nodded. Dave rose from his seat and strode to her side. A few eyes followed them as he took her hand and led her upstairs. Dave guided her to the master bedroom. Niki quickly took a seat on the bed. "You know, I didn't ask you earlier: do you want to do this here, or in a separate room? Here, you're going to wind up with several other women in the bed as well. We still have a room you could wake up in with some privacy. Shawna and I use it sometimes to spend time together when she gets home from work, and she stores clothes in there so she can dress and not disturb anyone when she has an early morning shift, but nobody uses the bed in there." "No, here's fine, thank you." Looked pensive for a moment. And a little pained. "Are you okay? If you don't want to do this; " "No, no I'm fine, really. Well, I'm not fine, but you aren't the problem, not by a long shot. I pushed myself too hard this evening. I should have spent less time standing." Dave waited while she ordered her thoughts. "I haven't been completely honest with you, Dave. I only recently got to a point where I can walk without a cane. Over a year ago, I was t-boned by a drunk driver. Shattered my legs. It'd be a good bet that half the metal in this room, is in my bones right now." She let out an annoyed snort. "I used to run track. Even got a partial scholarship that helped me get my degree. I spent months in a wheelchair, and then a walker. After that, I moved up to those forearm crutches. During lockdown, I couldn't go to the doctor, so when I felt annoyed enough with the crutches I shifted to a simple cane. And now I've been walking without any aid for over a month, but it hurts like hell; and it's tiring." "You are one tough cookie." Dave said from the spot he'd taken beside her as she spoke. "I don't feel so tough. I feel beat up and worn out." Dave hugged her. "You want me to tuck you in and let you rest? We could do the imprinting tomorrow." "No, no I want to do this with you Dave. I just may need you to go easy. And probably help me undress." "Just to be clear, you're asking me to strip your clothes off, handle your body gently, and blow a load inside you?" Dave said with a hint of sarcasm. Niki giggled. "You seem man enough to handle the job." Dave answered her with a kiss, full on the lips, pressing firmly but with moderation. His hands drifted behind her shoulder blades. Niki responded, humming into the kiss and parting her lips. When Dave's tongue probed undemandingly, hers welcomed the visitor. Dave's hands roamed slowly, taking the first steps in learning the body of his newest lover. He enjoyed the feel of her in his hands. There was a looseness, as would be expected for an athlete that had been benched. Beneath that slight layer, there was a firm core. She was; exciting. And excited. Whatever she wanted in a man, she seemed to think Dave had it. Well, that and the serum had her amped up. Dave was finally getting past feeling guilty about that. Mostly. Dave started consciously directing his hands, seeking the buttons or clasps or zipper to loosen the neck of the tight black top she was wearing. Solid black panels with a black lace overlay stitched in at regular intervals. Finding the short zipper took no time at all. He next dropped his hands, seeking the hem of her shirt under her jeans waist. There was no hem. As his hands quested, he found bare hip, with cloth from the top still diving down her front and back. Just like a swimsuit. Then it struck him. He came up for air and play scowled at her. "You could have just said it was a bodysuit." She snickered. "Aw, where's the fun in that?" Dave kissed her. Then he gently shoved her backwards onto the bed. Her torso lay flat on the bed, her legs dangling off. Dave stood and faced her. Reaching down, he unbuttoned her jeans and lowered her zipper. Niki's eyes twinkled as Dave took hold of the cuff of her jeans and pulled them off. He missed the worried look in her eyes as the scars on her legs were exposed. That's because his eyes were locked on her trim brown legs. They stayed fixated on those lovely legs as he kneeled between them and began kissing her legs, first one then the other. All over her thighs, then, gently lifting, careful not to lift too high, he kissed her calves and shins. He lavished every inch of her legs with his lips and tongue. Niki moaned. Then she sniffled. Alerted, Dave brought his head up, locking his eyes on hers. Tears watered the bottom of her almond shaped sockets. "You make me feel beautiful again." "You always were." He kept his eyes on her as he kissed the inside of her knee. The kiss extended into suckling. He gave the spot a little nip, then moved his position by a few inches and giving the same attention, adding in a few strokes of his tongue tip. Niki's chest heaved. Dave could hear sobs amongst the moans as he switched to her other knee. He would have been alarmed except for the clearly cathartic tone. "Umm, David, please, I need you up here." With a grin, Dave worked his way, unhurried but not dawdling, up her leg, kissing and huffing hot breath on her exposed skin as he went. Reaching her fragrant core, Dave brought his fingers softly to the three little snaps holding the gusset of her bodysuit together. A gentle flick separated the two soaked flaps of cloth and revealed that Niki wore nothing underneath. The engorged, richly black outer labia of her nethers drenched in her arousal. Her inner labia petaled outward, yielding a peek at the pink interior. Dave blew one long, slow hot breath over her bare, quivering sex before latching his mouth on her. He suckled her lower lips as her back arched. Niki keened her pleasure while her arms beat a tattoo on the bed. "David, now, please, now." Dave shucked his shoes and quickly slipped his cargo shorts and boxers to the floor. In a flash, Dave was over top of her, dragging her up the bed like a leopard securing his prey in a tree. Niki's breath caught as he took charge of her body. The fire in her eyes was unmistakable. He kissed her deeply, then pulled away. With his eyes locked on hers, he moved himself to her entrance and pressed his cockhead just barely inside. The fluids leaked all over his throbbing cock touched her most sensitive places and set off a riot only attributable to the serum. Dave anchored her motions with his knees, pressed against her rear, but not enough to force her legs too far apart. "Fuck that was good." She paused for a deep breath. "Hmm, I'm all yours now Dave. Send me off to neverland, lover." Dave worked within her, slowly and gently at first, picking up pace slightly and a little more force when she signaled it was needed and acceptable. Her hums and moans continuously reminding him his actions were still mutually desired. His peak arrived and he shot hot ropes of cum with his cock buried deep in her, his cockhead brushing her cervix. Immediately, she shuddered, racked with the serum induced pleasure that forever locked her life with his. Dave held her in her throes until she went limp muttering "Imprinting; imprinting; imprinting ;” He rose, going to the bathroom to clean himself before returning with a wet washcloth and a hand towel to clean Niki. Once she was cleaned and dry, he snapped her body suit closed again and arranged her comfortably on the bed, beneath the covers. He placed a soft kiss on her forehead before heading downstairs to spend social time with the rest of his family. As he descended the staircase into the mild buzz of the other eight women happily sharing his life, his home, and his bed, Dave marveled at how amazing his life was. Chapter 10; Storm Winds. October 28, 2020 4:18am David's hand was halfway to the palmprint secured gun safe on the back side of his headboard before he realized he was even awake. With the vertical placement, and the; activity frequently occurring in the bed, he'd installed two Velcro loops to hold the pistol and magazine inside. He released the pistol and placed it on his chest before reaching back for the clip. Fortunately, only two hands and a part of one leg were draped over him at the moment. The four younger girls were in their rooms, leaving Lupie, Jan, Shawna, Vanessa, and his newest partner Nicole to share his bed. Nicole was one of the hands, and the partial leg. By consensus, the ladies decided she should get to curl up next to Dave for her imprinting sleep. Gingerly, Dave slipped free of his partners' limbs and slid down the bed onto the floor. Only then did he insert the magazine and work the slide. Flipping the safety on, he padded softly but quickly to the closet to grab a pair of shorts. He decided not to wear slippers this time. He might need the extra footing. Keeping close to the wall, he approached the bedroom door. With the door still shut, he took the safety off, but kept his finger out of the trigger well for the moment. Slowly, Dave eased the door open. Slipping through, he noticed a shape in the hallway, against the wall, at the top of the stairs. Too dark to identify an individual, the figure made the 'Join Me' signal his friend Carter had taught him long ago. He did not raise his weapon. Sliding along the wall silently, just the way he'd practiced at least once every year, Dave approached. Proximity gave the reassurance the lighting denied at a distance. Liv crouched in the hallway, pistol in hand, wearing only a light nightgown that reached most of the way to her knees. With a quick series of hand signals, Dave told Liv to follow at a distance as he prepared to descend the stairs as quietly as possible. Liv signaled back that she should lead, but apparently had no signal for why. Dave negated the suggestion, and started down the stairs. He reached the lower landing with no incident. His nerves had been raw as he got halfway down and the solid wall gave way to railing. Now he crouched on one knee, Liv a few steps up from the landing, but with good vision on the living room area, both of them listening. The nighttime chirping of mockingbirds was absent. No flutter of wings or rustle of raccoons, possums, or skunks. Out here on the wild edge of the metroplex, there was always something moving at night. Dave signaled for Liv to post up on the landing and then moved along the wall of the stairs, in front of the media center to the corner of the living room where the downstairs hallway started. He was now directly below the spot Liv had occupied when he first emerged from the bedroom. And just two steps from his secured gun closet recessed under the stairs and hidden behind a normal looking panel. Dave had only one twelve round magazine. Liv had purchased a larger safe and had a spare ten round magazine in addition to the one in her weapon. It was a bit awkward carrying it since she had no pockets, but Carter had taught a variety of firing stances, one of which allowed carrying something in the non-dominant hand. By the absence of natural sounds, somebody was outside. He did not know how many, or how they were armed, but he was sure they weren't here in the oh-my-god-it's-early hours for a friendly visit. He slid the cover for the pin pad open so he could punch in the unlock code. Dave heard a crashing thump at the door followed by cursing. The security door worked just fine. He didn't get a chance to smile though. The glass door at the back of the living room shattered from several rounds. Dave squared his body with the opening just as two men stepped through. The first man fell as Dave brought his weapon up. The second went down just as his head turned to his right to see Liv's position flanking their breach. Dave heard a tinkling sound from the entry. Someone was breaking the window in the front parlor. Now he was worried. The thick pillar at the free corner of the landing would give Liv scant protection against a firearm. Dave stayed low, stepping away from his corner. It gave him protection against someone firing from the sliding door breach, but he had no angle to fire into the entryway. With the furniture screening him from the glass door breach, he approached the arch between the entry and living room. Loud whispers drifted in from his right. The remaining attackers on the deck seemed to be hesitant about testing themselves against the defenses. He was straining to pick out words when a head began to resolve itself in the entry. Dave fired two rounds. The body fell. He held his position, weapon ready. Out back he heard an angry growl, "Hey, one of those women is my sister!" The reply was too low to understand the words, but the snideness came through clearly. As did the answering gunshot. What the hell is going on? They're shooting each other now? Hey, they don't need to be on my property for that! The fallen body in front of Dave slid backwards. Hands appeared from the foyer and the broken glass door, but they were empty. The hands gripped a pair of ankles of one downed man each and yanked them back to where the hands came from. This repeated for the second body near the glass door. Wet sickening sounds ensued, backed up by an occasional retching noise. Murmurs were heard. Someone said something about a marker and a bag. "David?!" Shawna's voice called from up the stairs. That wasn't the only sound from upstairs. Roscoe was barking his head off. Furtive whispers indicated some of his family were at the top of the stairs with Shawna. "Keep everyone up there. Open up the armory in the main closet and distribute weapons to the adults. Everything Lt. Malcolm Reed gave us is in there. Arm up and take defensive positions upstairs." That was a bluff. Hopefully enough of one to drive the attackers away. Dave was sure Shawna would recognize the name of the armory officer from Enterprise and catch on. The sounds from the foyer and back deck took on a hurried pace before Dave heard footsteps rushing away. Dave and Olivia exchanged glances, and then immediately darted their eyes back to the penetration points. This happened a few more times over the next several minutes. "Looks like we're clear." "Yeah, just stay on your toes." "I know. I grew up under the same guy that trained you, remember?" "Vividly." Cautious footsteps descended the stairs. "David, Olivia, it's Shawna. I'm coming down." Slowly, Shawna came into view, feet first on the exposed portion of the staircase. Her pink satin nightgown falling just past her knees gave her some coverage, but made Dave aware of the cold, damp air pouring in from both breaches. "Are you two okay? Is it safe?" "For now. We've got two big holes in the house, so maybe keep everybody up there where it's warm unless they're needed down here." Dave paused for a second. "Ask Nessa and Mel to look out the upstairs windows. See if they can spot these guys leaving, or lying in wait." Shawna disappeared upstairs, then came back down after a brief verbal exchange. Shawna came down to the lower landing and spoke briefly with Livy, giving her a hug. Then she came to Dave. She hugged him fiercely. Her voice shook as she said thickly, "For a little bit there, I thought I was going to lose you." "We held." Dave managed to keep most of the nervous tension and post-adrenaline shake out of his voice. By the look in her eye, Shawna wasn't fooled a bit. Dave led her to the beginning of the hallway, the cubby under the stairs. He whispered the passcode in her ear so she could unlock it. That had been the galling thing during the attack. His full stash of weapons had been right beside his shoulder, but he couldn't spare the attention to unlock it. Clearly, he needed to rethink his arrangements. Shawna handed out a thigh holster for him, which he only saw peripherally as he kept watch. The weight told him immediately she'd placed two pre-filled magazines in there for him. He pulled one out for a quick check. No use him having Livy's mags. "I go to the pistol range about every other month. Nothing fancy, but I'm a decent shot and I know the difference between ten mil and nine mil. What? It's a very satisfying skill to have, and a great way to blow off some stress." Dave chuckled and turned his head, with a quick lean to her and gave her a peck on the cheek. Then he stepped back out to his post. He felt Shawna walking out, so he moved to the other side of the hallway so she could make her way to Livy with the other thigh holster without crossing Dave's line of sight. She paused at his shoulder. "Dave, do you want the other weapons in there?" Dave thought for a minute. He knew which ones Shawna had to mean. He sighed, "Yeah. A tac vest and one of the MP5's. Tac vests should already have six loaded magazines in the pockets. Get two and give the other vest and weapon to Liv. Then find out if anyone upstairs has any weapons training. You said you shoot, how good are you?" Shawna handed out a vest first, which Dave quickly donned. "With silhouette targets, I can put four out of five rounds through the heart. Now, I haven't gotten to shoot since the lockdowns, but I was pretty regular before." She handed him one of the MP5's which Dave quickly slung over his head and shoulder, inserted a magazine he'd pulled from the vest and chambered a round, then safed the weapon. "Are those; ?" "Semiauto. Carter went to a lot of work to make sure we had everything we could legally have, but never anything illegal. They do have the integral noise suppressor. It was expensive as hell and took forever plus a mountain of paperwork, but it's all legal. At least in Texas." "God Bless Texas," she said with a gleam in her eye. Shawna gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before sauntering over to Livy, a thigh holster clutched in one hand, a tac vest in the other, and an MP5 slung over her neck. A second thigh holster, with a nine millimeter and magazines was strapped to her sleek, powerful thigh. Shawna handed off the gear to Olivia, then swiftly moved back to the concealed weapons closet. She was in there for quite a while before emerging. "There was only one more pre-loaded nine mil mag, so I had to load a few or just walk around with one. The second choice didn't sound viable." "Agreed." Dave grasped Shawna's bicep and pulled her in for a quick kiss on the cheek. She beamed at him after returning the kiss, then headed upstairs. Dave heard Liv saying something to Shawna as she passed by. An eternity and a short time later, two sets of footsteps descended the staircase. Melanie followed behind Shawna. "Carter and Liv both took me to the range several times. I even went to a tactical course once my aim was; acceptable. But only with pistol. I've never shot anything else." "Good enough. There's another thigh holster and pistol inside. What did Carter train you on? "Nine millimeter. He said it was so common it made a good starting point. Once with Liv, we rented shotguns at an outdoor range and I was decent with it." "Pistol will do fine. Shawna, help her get some magazines loaded. Has anyone called for police?" Mel swallowed nervously. "I didn't see anyone waiting in the back yard, but the deck;” "Yes?" "It's; disturbing. Dave, be careful." Dave nodded, as did Liv. Shawna spoke up as she followed Mel in. It was tight with two adults in there, but doable. At three it would have been cramped. "Lupie called. They didn't know how long before someone responds. They're stretched thin and the night shift is the least staffed." Wordlessly, she handed over a t-shirt she'd grabbed while she was upstairs. Dave slipped the tac vest off, donned the shirt, then the tac vest again. While he dressed, he spoke with his partners. "Fuck. Okay, here's what's gonna happen. You two take defensive positions on the stairs. One of you take the lower landing, one further up, just below the ceiling line. Then Liv and I will go out through the deck, and check the exterior all the way around." "I'll take the landing," Mel said. "I've had training with Carter, I should be the one exposed." "You sure?" Shawna prodded. "Yeah." "Okay, take your positions then." Dave kissed each one on the cheek before they walked away. When both had taken their places, Liv came over to him. Dave had one more instruction for Shawna. "Oh, and tell Lupie to call the police again, let them know we are clearing the grounds so they don't just shoot us on sight." Shawna nodded and crept upwards. Jan came down the stairs, bearing a pair of shoes for Dave and Liv, a pair of socks stuck into one shoe for each of them. After handing over the shoes, Jan headed back upstairs. They shod themselves quietly. "So, me on point?" Liv asked as she finished. "No, I'll take point, you cover me." "Dave, if anything happens to you, we're all in big trouble." "That's why you're watching my back. Otherwise, I'd go out there solo and leave you in charge here." "Like hell you would. I ain't some; " "I know you are capable, but I'm still going to shield you from as much risk as I can." Liv rolled her eyes. "Gee, I feel safe and offended all at once." Dave stared at her stony. "Are we done here? Ready to go?" "Shit, Dad really rubbed off on you. Yeah, let's do this." Olivia fell in behind Dave as he headed straight for the glass door breach. Both held their weapons ready, jutting forward with the strap taut around their necks and backs. Dave paused at the breach. "Off safe." "Roger." Dave examined the scene visible through the broken glass and the flapping curtain. Blood trails led out the breach from the various points where the bodies of the invaders had landed. He could see the legs of a few of them still on the deck. He turned his head to catch first Shawna's then Mel's eyes, nodded, and proceeded cautiously but swiftly out the breach. He swiveled right going out, knowing Liv would go left, just as her father had taught them for years. Each stopped at the furthest extension of the deck in their direction, scanning the deck and yard in a full semicircle, their backs to the house. There was no damage to the fence, and no apparent damage to the greenhouse or anything else in the backyard. The deck however; well, it wasn't damaged. The bodies on it were. Each had the pants and underwear pulled down and a huge bloody mess where the genitals once were. Blood continued to ooze out of the wounds, though clearly it had poured out initially. Dave signaled his intent to clear the greenhouse. Liv followed him. It didn't take long to clear. They emerged quickly, rescanning the backyard as they did. With Liv trailing, Dave exited the backyard through the side gate. The side yard showed no disturbance. In the front yard, they found the same gruesome sight as the back deck. Here though, they found an empty plastic baggie with blood spatter. And a few bloody fingerprints. The bag snagged under the heel of the corpse, ensuring the light wind was insufficient to blow it away. Dave and Liv finished the sweep, checking the other side yard, which showed no signs of disturbance. "I think we're safe, for now. These guys bugged out." "Yeah, but why did they cut their buddies' junk off?" Dave shivered, and not from the crummy weather. Well, maybe a little from the weather. He was barely dressed after all. "Let's get inside." Since the front door was still locked, they traipsed back through the side yard to the gate and came in through the broken glass door. "Coming in." Dave called before entering. "No sign of anyone out there." The relief on Mel and Shawna's faces was evident. Their shoulders relaxed slightly. "Can you two keep watch here? I'm gonna talk to the others, then we'll both get dressed, and then I'll call the police again." At the top of the stairs, four of Dave's partners wrapped him in hugs muttering their relief that he was still in one piece. He could see Lupie gazing at him, beseechingly as she held Esme close, soothing her. A loud bang against a door at the end of the hall reminded Dave of other necessities. "You better go let Roscoe out so he can see that we're all intact," Dave chuckled. As Olivia opened the door, Roscoe bolted from the room, turning only when she bellowed "Roscoe, Heel." That cut through his canine brain fog of 'defense mode'. He turned to her, sniffing as if checking on her condition. Liv knelt in front of him. She placed her hands on either side of his face and began stroking his neck and back while speaking softly, in calm tones. After a few whimpers, he started aggressively licking her face and putting his paws on her shoulders. Addressing his family, Dave said, "Liv and I need to get dressed. We need to call the police again, and we need to get those holes sealed." "Holes?" Jan asked. "Yeah, they busted in the sliding door and a window in the parlor. It's not quite as cold and miserable downstairs as it is outside, but it's close enough. For now, stay upstairs unless you have something you need to do down there. You can still run down to grab a book, or make meals or snacks. For tv, use the spare room that Shawna uses when she has morning shifts." "We could just use our laptops for streaming, Dave. We'll be fine." Reena added. She looked a bit bleary. To be fair, everyone seemed caught in some whipsaw state of alert and drowsy. Not surprising, given what they'd just been through. Dave patted her on the shoulder and kissed the crown of her head in appreciation. Releasing Reena, Dave knelt in front of Esme, who was showing clear signs of worry and strain. He enveloped her in his arms and held her close. "It's okay now, baby girl. We're all okay now." He held her, stroking her hair and back soothingly. After several minutes had passed, he loosened his grip and began to stand. Esme's arms immediately came up, wrapping Dave in a vise-grip hug. She didn't say anything, she didn't cry or whimper. She just clutched him tightly. Dave eyed Lupie, but she just looked back at him imploringly. He reached a hand out to her and she grabbed on immediately. He looked around at the others and saw the need for reassurance was still there. Olivia had already slipped into her room with Roscoe to get dressed. Becca, Reena, Jan, Nessa and Lupie all rushed to surround him the moment he waved his hand to 'bring it in'. Esme was wedged between Dave and Lupie. She finally relaxed her grip on Dave, and switched over to her mother. With a silent chuckle, Dave kissed Lupie on the cheek and slipped off to the master bedroom. Jan followed after him. "I thought I'd call the police and put it on speaker so you could talk to them while getting dressed." Dave nodded, then wrapped her in a hug and gave her a closed mouth kiss that was no less affectionate for its chasteness. Reluctantly, he released her and headed into the closet to collect some clothes. Jan dialed 911 as soon as Dave emerged. Police staffing was so low, all calls went through the emergency center. Long held habits are hard to break, though. Especially when those habits are codified in a manual. That's what they call 'procedure'. "911, what's your emergency?" "We called earlier about a break in. The people trying to break in have left, except the ones we shot," Dave called out in clear, even tones for the speaker. "Is anyone injured?" The operator droned, as if she been on duty too long, too many days in a row. "No, ma'am," Dave said. "No one in my family was hit, and the ones we shot are dead." "Are you sure they're dead?" "Yes ma'am. The guy that taught me how to shoot didn't teach me to miss. Besides, before they left, the invaders; mutilated the bodies. If they hadn't died from the gunshots, they'd have died from the blood loss." Dave was watching Jan's face when he mentioned the mutilation. Not the best choice, since he nearly fell over pulling on his cargo pants. It did allow him to see the flinch that briefly flitted across her face before she reasserted control. "Did you say mutilated, sir?" The tones were even, obviously someone that had worked 911 for years. Still, there were notes of 'oh shit' blended with 'what fucking else?' "I did." "Would you please specify the nature of the mutilation?" "The genitals of the deceased were removed." A short silence reigned on the line. "Could you repeat that sir?" The operator's voice sounded slightly more alert. Dave pulled his pre-tied sneakers on as he said, "the scrotum was removed from each of the corpses." This conversation was now added to the thick stack of reasons to be very glad of the distance between the master bedroom and Esme's bedroom. Lupie and the others had taken her there when Dave walked away. Between the walk-in closet and Dave's office, there was little chance sounds from the bedroom penetrated that far. "Are you certain the perpetrators have left?" "Yes ma'am, one of my partners and I swept the area; our yard anyway; and found no one remaining. All we found were the bodies that the survivors had drug back out of the house and carved up." "So the shooting happened inside the house?" "Correct." "I'm noting all this in the file sir. I'm appending this report to the prior calls your partner made requesting assistance. Since you are no longer in immediate danger, I am diverting the patrol response. They will get to you to you after attending to higher level calls." Even as she spoke, the woman's voice grew more exhausted, like a Walmart employee on Black Friday at about 3pm. "It's been almost an hour since the initial break in. Why has it taken so long?" "Sir, I'm not at liberty to discuss that, but I do apologize. I have no control over response times. I will dispatch a detective to investigate as well. Until then, please leave the scene undisturbed." "How long will that take? Can you give me an estimate?" "Probably a few hours, sir. There are very few detectives working night shift, so they'll likely hand this over to the dayshift investigators." "Hours? These guys busted in my sliding door and broke a large window in the parlor. It's making for quite a chilly cross breeze. And that's not even counting the blood stains and blood trails in my living room and entryway." Dave's voice had begun to rise. "Sorry, I'm trying to maintain a level tone here, but that's a bit difficult given what's happened and what you're telling me." The voice on the other end reached its most hollow state. "I'm sorry sir, I can't change those realities. Please understand that it will be three hours minimum before a detective would reach you. More likely it will be three hours before a detective is assigned to your case. Patrol won't take that long, but it won't be immediate." Dave took a deep, cleansing breath. It was only marginally useful, but it helped him keep his tone level. "And what is the longest likely time before a detective gets out here?" "Possibly six to eight hours sir." "That's; " Dave caught himself. And formed a plan immediately. "Fine. We'll be ready when the detective arrives." He hung up. Dave took a deep breath, staring intently at the far wall, fully aware of Jan quietly and patiently waiting off to his right. He rubbed his face, then snatched up his t-shirt and pulled it on. "Okay, let's meet with everyone else. I have a plan, and we can deal with this." Dave said as he stood. With a concerned look to Niki's slumbering form, he strapped the thigh holster in place and fastened the tac vest as he walked. The MP5 he slung over his neck and shoulder, then pulled around to his back. To be continued in part 9, Based on a post by RonanJWilkerson, in 12 parts, for Literotica.

Special K is back with a new phrase "God Bless Texas" and things get a little heated. Website

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Ever found yourself chuckling at the chaos of a fresh city start or facing the drama of a public upchuck with the poise of a Shakespearean actor? Buckle in, Discombobulators, as I, Bobby Jaycox – or if you're feeling fancy, Boobie J Dix – whisk you away on an audio escapade through the weird and wonderful streets of Austin, Texas. Imagine yourself skateboarding past the city's quirks, diving fork-first into the comedy of culinary mishaps, and nodding along as we jam out to a spicy rendition of a 90's hit sprinkled with a dash of Tourette's insight. Picture this: you're navigating the tech distractions of the modern age, all while trying to keep your lunch down as your body decides it's audition time. I've got stories that'll have long-haired listeners unfurling their tales of tress-related tragedies and the rest of us pondering the mysterious acoustics of hurling. Share in the camaraderie of our communal gag reflex as we explore the soundscape of sickness with humor and a bit of empathy for the clean-up crew. Now, let's get real – we've all spotted that outlandish hairdo that screams confidence or lost something precious under the haze of a good time. I'm bringing you snapshots of sobriety humor, the thrill of unexpected reunions, and the irrational fears of turtle nibbles all served on a platter of Austin's finest eccentricities. Join me as we navigate the city's surprises with gut-driven wisdom and a laugh at the quirks of outdoor podcast recording. Tune in, turn up, and let's get discombobulated together.

MAGA shows up hard at the polls for Trump in Iowa and New Hampshire. Nikki Haley is basically just hanging around for cash at this point, but one of her biggest donors just bailed. Will she primary Trump? Or will she back out at the behest of...just about everyone? Kari Lake is bribed by the GOP in Arizona to get her "on the team." Are people ever going to wake up the the massive widespread levels of corruption worldwide? God Bless Texas and the rest of the states backing their stand at the border. This is shaping up to be a good 'ol fashioned Mexican standoff. What will Bidan do? Is civil war on the horizon? Alex Soros sounds like Biden...and his dad, George, who may or may not have had a stroke during his remarks at the World Economic Forum in Davos.Follow us on Social Media! Like/Subscribe/Share!MerchandiseSponsor: Warriors for Freedom[INTRO/OUTRO]“Stomp It Away” by Silent Partner is licensed under CC-BY-NC 2.5“Ever Felt pt 2” by Otis McDonald is licensed under CC-BY-NC 2.5

God bless Texas for the first time in awhile. The Pentagon says attacks on U.S. troops are no big deal. Attacks on gas stoves are a big deal. The Heritage Foundation president spits in the face of the WEF's elites. And Yuval Noah Harari cannot win.

In Episode 13 of the Texas Legislative Update, David Blackmon and Texas Alliance of Energy Producers President Jason Modglin cover the key energy-related events in Austin for the week ended 4.21.2023.Run of Show:- Today is San Jacinto Day! God Bless Texas!- Ted Cruz picks up a “very likely” challenger in State Sen. Roland Gutierrez, from District 19 in San Antonio. Should Cruz be worried?- The Senate passed its $308 billion budget plan, which is somewhat less than the plan passed by the House. What are the big differences between the two houses?- Both the GROW and STRONG Bills pass out of committee in the House.- House State Affairs: Long hearing on PCM guardrails. Power generators now appear to oppose the same language on the matter they supported in the Senate. Go figure.- Grid Reform: Both SB 6 and 7 were referred on Monday to State Affairs.- Rhetoric over property tax cuts heated up this week. Is compromise coming?- HB 2127 passed the House. Would limit the ability of cities to regulate business, something the industry has generally supported in the past.EndSponsorships are available or get your own corporate brand produced by Sandstone Media. David Blackmon LinkedInDB Energy Questions Energy Transition Absurdities SubstackThe Crude Truth with Rey TrevinoRey Trevino LinkedInEnergy Transition Weekly ConversationIrina Slav LinkedInArmando Cavanha LinkedIn ENB Top NewsENBEnergy DashboardENB PodcastENB Substack

The God Bless Texas Festival is this weekend to celebrate the anniversary of the Texas Declaration Of Independece....and a kid (and adult!) favorite - Dinos Alive: An Immersive Experience is coming to Houston next week!

A new Season of the #HEARTHEHUNT Podcast is officially here! 2023 brings along new stories from the field and we wanted to kickstart things with the TETRA Team, as we sit campfire-side in the Lonestar State!!  A target-rich environment with good folks is hard to beat and you'll be excited to learn more about what's in store for 2023!!Thanks for Listening to #HEARTHEHUNT Podcast presented by TETRA Hearing™.

God bless you Uvalde, Texas and every heartbeat Heaven gained from you this week. whew. a heavy and layered world. grieving, learning, rerouting, grieving some more. learning to navigate, oh and then learning to navigate the navigation. are. we. tired. or. what. grab every single one of your feelings, come in and curl up. let's just sit. it's ok to not be ok. and even if that's as much as we know, we have a place to start. stay safe. stay compassionate. stay connected. pinky swear ok? ok.  i love you. too much. xoxo.

MLBPA Rejects MLB Proposal, Regular Season MLB Games Cancelled, NFL Mock Draft, Mo Bamba, God Bless Texas

NFL Mock Draft, MLBPA Rejects MLB Proposal, God Bless Texas

Join us as we talk with Vince Krans from Executive Image in Texas and Chris Card from _ichigan. We go over how they have navigated through a life of carpentry and all the trials and tribulations they have faced coming up in the biz and working in such a fast paced industry!

Kapela Little Texas byla fenoménem začátku 90. let a jejich pecku God Bless Texas zná snad každý. Vydrželi spolu jen 4 roky, ale o to bouřlivější to byla jízda. O muzice ani nemluvě… Ale ještě před velkým profilem zázračných vlasáčů zahrají v pravidelném přehledu nashvillských novinek a drbů Alan Jackson, Reba McEntire či Rascal Flatts.

We go over the new laws in our beautiful home state (that the lefties are absolutely spazzing about), some current events, weird and wonderful news, a surprise Interview on the Phrytz, and we even have a new sponsor!

Thank you for joining this week's edition of the Albany Update. God bless, Texas! A new law in that state outlawed abortion after a baby's beating heart can be detected. As the left loses its collective mind over the matter, the politics of abortion has moved front and center again. Then, last week Albany held an extraordinary session of the State Legislature, that is a session of the Legislature called by the Governor that falls outside of the Legislature's regularly scheduled legislative session. We'll tell you what happened. Following that, we need to speak of the many new vaccine mandates that have arisen over the last several days and a few bills that have dramatically different approaches to personal liberty when it comes to vaccination. Next, it's September—which means the kids are back to school. For many, it's the first time they've been back in the classroom in a year and a half. Let's remember to pray for our students and their schools, as well as several other requests we'll share in today's program. For us, a limited number of in-person events resume this month. We'll be in Buffalo, Rochester, and Oneonta. In today's program, we'll tell you how you can reserve a seat. Let's get started. --- Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/albanyupdate/support

God Bless Texas. That's what millions of babies will be thinking when they're born now that a Texas law banning abortion after 6 weeks went into effect at midnight this morning. Charlie walks through the law, the reaction to it, and the stunning implications it will have on national abortion policy. For the first time in months, a tangible shift in momentum is being felt across the movement. This episode should give you hope for the future and motivation to keep fighting until the horrors of abortion are permanently outlawed in America.  Support the show: http://www.charliekirk.com/support See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

The boys recap the Olympics, WGC Golf Tournament, NBA Summer League, NFL Hall of Fame Ceremony, Wyndham Golf Tournament, NFL Training Camp, Top 3 Texas Athletes Ever, NCAA Moves, MLB Action and they are joined by a special Texas guest!

God Bless Texas! Music and motorcycles go together so well. Zach plays “thrash ass pedal steel” for Mike and the Moonpies and rides a badass custom sporty. We recorded this at my shop in Texas a couple weeks ago while he was in town playin music. Check out their schedule here to catch him in concert at a venue near you!Click Here to Become a Patron Keep fuelin my fire!!!^^^^^^^^^^^^ Patreon! Giveaways from LowbrowCustoms HeavyClothing Chemical Candy CustomsMCshopTs.com Your T-shirt of the month club. OLD SHOPS, NEW ART, and FRESH T's EVERY MONTH!!!! Only 25$ a month, sign up at MCshopTs.com Don't miss another month!!!SUPPORT EVERY LOCAL MOTORCYCLE SHOPGo to DangerDansTalkShop.com and become a Patreon Supporter for your chance to win!!! DangerDansTalkShop.comPatreonMCshopTs.comLowbrow CustomsKniveMadeByNickChemical Candy CustomsBrown's CycleHEAVY Permalink

"Remember the Alamo" For Texans, the Battle of the Alamo became a symbol of heroic resistance and a rallying cry in their struggle for independence.  On February 23, a Mexican force numbering in the 1000s, and led by General Antonio Lopez de Santa Anna began a siege of the fort.  Though vastly outnumbered, the Alamo's 200 defenders–commanded by James Bowie and William Travis and including the famed frontiersman Davy Crockett—held out for 13 days before the Mexican forces finally overpowered them.  For Texans, the Battle of the Alamo became an enduring symbol of their resistance to oppression and their struggle for independence, which they won later that year. Flash forward to June 17, 2021...This was the perfect setting for Texas Governor Abbott to sign 7 laws which built a barrier around gun rights in the state of Texas to protect Second Amendment rights in Texas.Hear a brief summary of each of the new bills which will go into effect September 1, 2021.God Bless Texas!  

Pastor Sean secures a breaking news interview with Texas Senator Donna Campbell, M.D. with the announcement that Gov. Greg Abbott signed into law The Heartbeat Bill that bans abortions if a heartbeat is detected which may be as soon as six weeks into a pregnancy. Other important passing legislation include SB 9 - The Abortion Trigger Bill and the HB 1239 Freedom To Worship Act. God Bless Texas.

In this episode of the Podcast Blondefighter and Cerm praise Texas for all its glory, Blondefighter give an in depth breakdown of her fight round by round and Cerm enlightens listens on just how impressive Blondefighter's career has been.  BF and Cerm give pay their respects to Tony Ferguson and acknowledge how impressive Charles Oliveira's career turn around has been. Does BF have a Porn addiction or was her Twitter hacked??? Why are people so mean and stupid?? BF gets right back to work finishing up an Airbnb to be ready for MDW!!Please Rank and Review us on Apple Podcast! If you have any questions or feedback, reach out to us on Instagram at @blondefigher and @kycerm.

FROM THE MEMOIRS OF DILUE ROSE HARRIS (The Runaway Scrape, the Great Runaway or the Sabine Shoot) Creative nonfiction has become the most popular genre in our literary communities. Recent creative nonfiction titles on the best-seller lists include Laura Hillenbrand's Unbroken or Dave Egger's Zeitoun and, of course, Sidney St. James' The ROSE of Brays Bayou - God Bless Texas Women. James discusses the early stages of writing this creative nonfiction novel and does so in writing scenes throughout the pages which represents the difference between showing and telling. Many books on memoirs will tell the reader about a subject or a place, but Sidney St. James, a teller of stories and writer of novels, shows the subject and place vividly and memorably... in action scenes. In this podcast, The Making of The ROSE of Brays Bayou, James discusses the early stages of happenings that led to the writing of this novel. These happenings are a "True" account of actual ghosts from the Smithson family and others interrupting the contractors on multiple occasions. One such happening was a ghost, her name was "Annie" who wrote her name on the top of a paint can lid in front of the contractor while the room dropped twenty degrees... scout's honor. Sidney St. James was given in 2005 a typewritten manuscript from William Kell who received it from a Harris family member. Kell, in turn, gave it to the author and his wife for their successful completion of restoration of the Smithson-Struss home in Eagle Lake, Texas where Dilue Rose Harris wrote her memoirs of that fearful time in Texas history, The Runaway Scrape. Follow my Podcasts on Spotify, Anchor, Pocket Casts, RadioPublic or at www.sidneystjames.com or on www.instagram.com/sidneyst.james. Tags: #scifi #fantasy #romance #texashistory #writing #authors #publishing #creativenonfiction #memoirs #christianity #religion #alamo #ACFW #RWA #sidneystjames #memoirs #podcast #beeboppublishinggroup #eaglelake #columbus #runawayscrape #dilueroseharris #eaglelakeheadlight --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/sidneystjames/message

Hace medio siglo que el mítico Gilley's Club abría sus puertas en Pasadena, Texas. Se convertiría en la casa del toro mecánico y, sobre todo, en la inspiración de la película de 1980 Urban Cowboy. Hoy el estado de Texas no está pasando por sus mejores momentos y las últimas tormentas, especialmente severas, ha afectado a sus pobladores con unos efectos desastrosos. Siendo su música muy habitual en el tiempo de TOMA UNO, hemos querido enviarles nuestro apoyo con canciones sobre el Lone Star State. Si buscas canciones sobre Texas puedes encontrarlas en casi todos los géneros de música, pero si te calzas tus botas y tu sombrero favorito es evidente que el country va a ser tu mejor banda sonora. La cantidad de canciones de country que hablan de Texas es impresionante. Abarca numerosas décadas y tiene algo más que evidente: nunca es aburrida. Casi siempre vas a encontrar un cierto tono de… ¿arrogancia?. Al fin y al cabo, son americanos de nacimiento, pero, sean creyentes o no, tejanos por la gracia de Dios. Para ello hemos comenzado por “T For Texas”, aquel mito hecho canción que Jimmie Rodgers grabó en Camdem, Nueva Jersey, tras ser uno de los elegidos en las audiciones de Ralph Peer. Luego han llegado Little Texas con su "God Bless Texas", la Gibson-Miller Band retándote a ver el tatuaje tejano de una dama, como Charlie Daniels, junto a Ray Benson y Lee Roy Parnell, recuerda los límites geográficos del estado. Mark Chesnutt encuentra siempre una excusa para librarse las culpas mientras Radney Foster es mucho más directo y atrevido al enorgullecerse de su origen tejano y la Steve Helms Band pone banda sonora a buena parte de los eventos deportivos de la zona. Y Willie Nelson. Siempre Willie. También con su amigo Waylon Jennings y la herencia de Shooter Jennings, sin olvidar la importancia de George Strait y, por supuesto, la personalidad arrolladora de Tanya Tucker. Escuchar audio

Texas reopened and mask mandates lifted. Derek Chauvin trial starting soon. Deaths of elderly seem to be linked with covid vaccine. Three dads, throuple, raising kids! --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/lauren-smart3/support

Following my recent appeal for our international listeners to contact me, I was delighted to get the chance to speak with Texas based Millwall supporter Darb Lockridge. How did she come to follow the Lions? Tune in to find out ...If you're interested in letting us know how you came to follow Millwall, please do get in touch via Twitter @AchtungMillwall or email us @achtungmillwallgmail.com - we'd love to hear from you.Please do leave us voicemails on 0208 144 0232 - or send us an mp3 file to achtungmillwall@gmail.com - it's great to hear from you.ACHTUNG! ACHTUNG! Achtung! Millwall is backing the @lionsfoodhub - the more you listen to our show, the more help can be given to families in SE16. I call that a win-win deal.Tinned food, toiletries, household goods are all needed urgently - please DM us or @lionsfoodhub if you can help.To donate visit - https://www.bankuet.co.uk/lionsfoodhubBased at the Manor & Rennie Estate hall, Galleywall Rd and run by our own Kelly WebsterArrivederci MillwallNickachtungmillwall@gmail.com0208 144 0232@AchtungMillwall Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Following my recent appeal for our international listeners to contact me, I was delighted to get the chance to speak with Texas based Millwall supporter Darb Lockridge. How did she come to follow the Lions? Tune in to find out ...If you're interested in letting us know how you came to follow Millwall, please do get in touch via Twitter @AchtungMillwall or email us @achtungmillwallgmail.com - we'd love to hear from you.Please do leave us voicemails on 0208 144 0232 - or send us an mp3 file to achtungmillwall@gmail.com - it’s great to hear from you.ACHTUNG! ACHTUNG! Achtung! Millwall is backing the @lionsfoodhub - the more you listen to our show, the more help can be given to families in SE16. I call that a win-win deal.Tinned food, toiletries, household goods are all needed urgently - please DM us or @lionsfoodhub if you can help.To donate visit - https://www.bankuet.co.uk/lionsfoodhubBased at the Manor & Rennie Estate hall, Galleywall Rd and run by our own Kelly WebsterArrivederci MillwallNickachtungmillwall@gmail.com0208 144 0232@AchtungMillwall See acast.com/privacy for privacy and opt-out information.

RHONJ & Salt Lake Recap as Housewives come to D'Andra's rescue!And, Happy birthday Momma Dee. America’s favorite Momma turns 80.Also. there’s an after party and you’re invited! Check us out on STEREO!Stereo.com/dandrasimmons & Stereo.com/theamyv

The ladies discuss the cold front sweeping middle America, the brilliance that is Ava DuVernay, questionable habits of octopi, and Shante tells the story of the mysterious death of Sam Cooke.

Welcome back to The Neon Eon. On Episode 004, we're joined by Porter Howell of Little Texas. Howell was one of the founding members of the '90s country outfit starting out as the outfit's lead guitarist and one of their chief songwriters. During this episode, we talk about moving from Texas to Nashville, attending Belmont University during the '80s, how their label pushed them to write early on, the band's dynamics and chemistry as performers & songwriters, and some of the stories behind some of their biggest hits like "What Might Have Been," "God Bless Texas," and "Some Guys Have All the Fun."Like and Follow The Neon Eon on Facebook, Instagram, Twitter, and Patreon. Today's theme music is "Rollin'" by Lauren Duski.

We had a great conversation with Brady Seals on The Chris & Sandy Show. We talked about God, family, music, sacrifices, his book, he told some amazing stories to a whole lot more. Brady was awesome! If you don't know who he is, you know his song "God Bless Texas"!!

It's up to 17 states supporting and 6 states signing on to the Texas lawsuit against Michigan, Pennsylvania, Wisconsin, and Georgia for allowing the stealing of the ballot box. Now it's up to SCOTUS to do the right thing...We discuss this, how the AP is a propaganda mouthpiece for the Left and more on The Captain's America: Third Watch with Matt Bruce.Please subscribe to our podcast at iHeart Radio, Pandora, Spotify, and anywhere podcasts are heard.And sign-up for our occasional mailout before social media makes that an impossibility: https://www.undergroundusa.com/

Texas sues MI, WI, PA and GA in the SCOTUS. It's growing into a wow-factor, potential game-changer law suit. God bless Texas! That plus intergalactic news from the nation of Israel and more.

On this week's episode of the Shareholders the guys are Junior free, they discuss the current state of the election, the stock, take a mail question, and give out the picks!

BREAKING NEWS: Texas brings lawsuit against four key states. Will that be enough to change the election results? Tune in to find out! Link to articles: https://amp.cnn.com/cnn/2020/12/02/health/covid-19-vaccination-kit-record-card/index.html https://www.nytimes.com/2020/12/07/business/visa-mastercard-pornhub.html https://www.nytimes.com/2020/12/04/opinion/sunday/pornhub-rape-trafficking.html ttps://www.theblaze.com/news/restaurant-owner-reduced-to-tears-blasts-dem-leaders-for-shutting-her-restaurant-giving-hollywood-pass https://www.breitbart.com/politics/2020/12/07/kobach-texas-case-challenges-election-directly-at-supreme-court/ --- Social media: IG: @lalaramii Twitter: @conservlala --- Don't forget to subscribe and leave a 5-star rating! --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app

Don't mess with Texas takes on new meaning for the 4 swing states now being sued by the state for neglecting Constitutional duties where elections are concerned. Vaccine makers are asking Congress for a hard pass on culpability where COVID vaccines are concerned. Still excited about lining up for one? There's a lot coming in the next few weeks, have some words for you.

Matt discusses the election lawsuit that Texas filed yesterday. Eric Swalwell is in bed with the Chinese and the FBI interrogates messenger and not the crime.

Despite election drama lows and new spikes in COVID, Religious Freedom and Liberty score a big win in the Supreme Court. Pastor Sean talks about the Roman Catholic Diocese of Brooklyn vs. Andrew Cuomo case, plus how blessed we are to live in Texas. And oh by the way, in the midst of all this...unto us a Child is given...who is Christ the Lord. And listen to end on how you can win an autographed copy of A Pilgrims Guide To The Spirit Filled Life by Sean Azzaro.

Texas files a lawsuit today with SCOTUS against four battleground States. Also SCOTUS should be ruling on the big case out of PA and China has its grip in deeper than we knew.

On todays episode of The Marty Ray Project: Chats we have Brady Seals from the legendary band Little Texas and from the legendary Seals & Croft family. He had the ASCAP triple threat in songwriting, three number hit songs in a row, not many get that honor. He also has a book coming out about his life in, and out, of the band Little Texas called, "God Bless Texas, and Me Too". Look for Brady Seals on all social media platforms and look for his book on Amazon. Thanks so much to our loyal listeners! We're truly grateful! We have a new format coming soon that will include video as well as audio. It's gonna be a blast. Please, Rate & Review, Subscribe, Download, & Share! We love y'all dearly!     https://www.bradyseals.com/   

Season 4, Episode 91.Mike Slater joins the show. The new unemployment numbers are not good, the growing debt crisis, Bill De Blasio says you cannot protest, Joe Biden is a hypocrite and where is the praise for Florida?Please subscribe to the podcast! And get more exclusive content from Buck at BuckSexton.com.Subscribe to Buck on YouTube: https://bit.ly/2UNT1OrFind Buck on:Twitter @BuckSexton  Facebook @BuckSexton Instagram @BuckSexton Email the show: TeamBuck@IHeartMedia.com Learn more about your ad-choices at https://www.iheartpodcastnetwork.comFollow Clay & Buck on YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/c/clayandbuckSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Season 4, Episode 91. Mike Slater joins the show. The new unemployment numbers are not good, the growing debt crisis, Bill De Blasio says you cannot protest, Joe Biden is a hypocrite and where is the praise for Florida? Please subscribe to the podcast! And get more exclusive content from Buck at BuckSexton.com. Subscribe to Buck on YouTube: https://bit.ly/2UNT1Or Find Buck on: Twitter @BuckSexton   Facebook @BuckSexton  Instagram @BuckSexton  Email the show: TeamBuck@IHeartMedia.com Learn more about your ad-choices at https://www.iheartpodcastnetwork.com

Just a friendly reminder that if you're sheltering in place, you've got to turn that car on once in a while so it doesn't end up dead. Oregon strip club creates a drive-thru during Shelter in Place, says people are "stoked." Exclusive to the Afternoon Drive, "The Rodney Costco Report." Restaurants in Texas may not have to stop selling booze to go after shelter in place orders are lifted. According to the Governor, it may go on "forever." This just in, emergency Fresno City Council meeting is in closed session regarding Shelter in Place. Expect an announcement tomorrow.  Good night! Thurs 4/30: Hour 4 Photo by Matthew T Rader (https://unsplash.com/@matthew_t_rader?utm_source=unsplash&utm_medium=referral&utm_content=creditCopyText) on Unsplash (https://unsplash.com/s/photos/texas?utm_source=unsplash&utm_medium=referral&utm_content=creditCopyText)

Welcome to another hoot-and-a-holler of an episode from Headlock Talk where we start by talking about Wrestle Kingdom 14, go on a tangent about Texas and Texas Wrestling for a bit, and then we decide the Finals of the 2019 Fantasy Warfare tournament! Who will make it??? Tune in and find out!Be kind, hit that Subscribe button! You know you wanna... ;)Also, if you enjoy today's episode please leave a rating and review wherever you listen to podcasts. Follow Headlock Talk on Twitter: @HeadlockTalkFor Business Inquires: HeadlockTalk@gmail.comMusic by: akoahimusic Licensed through: Audio Jungle (Envato)

This week's episode of 'Supernatural' brings back Castiel, who's acting more Russian, according to Sergei who thankfully keeps Sam from leaving all of us, including a little flirtation with Eileen who is ready to kill for her man! Dean takes on a case, in God Bless Texas and comes across a friend of his and even sings on-stage with him! We find out for sure that Chuck is connected to Sam and is it possible to defeat God? Stay tuned for Supernatural Thursdays and keep in touch with Hosts Lyndsey & Cherry throughout the week and make sure to Subscribe! Happy Hunting! ABOUT SUPERNATURAL: Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki star as Dean and Sam Winchester, two brothers searching for the meaning behind their mother's death at the hand of a demon, and their father's mysterious disappearance. Two brothers follow their father's footsteps as "hunters" fighting evil supernatural beings of many kinds including monsters, demons, and gods that roam the earth. This haunting series follows the thrilling yet terrifying journeys of Sam and Dean Winchester, two brothers who face an increasingly sinister landscape as they hunt monsters. After losing their mother to a supernatural force, the brothers were raised by their father as soldiers who track mysterious and demonic creatures. Violent memories and relationship-threatening secrets add additional burdens on Sam and Dean as they investigate all things that go bump in the night. As old tricks and tools are rendered useless and friends betray them, the brothers must rely on each other as they encounter new enemies. Follow us on http://www.Twitter.com/AfterBuzzTV "Like" Us on http://www.Facebook.com/AfterBuzzTV Buy Merch at http://shop.spreadshirt.com/AfterbuzzTV/ --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app

We've all heard of FOMO, but JOMO is the JOY of missing out...especially when it comes to social media. And a newly divorced woman has a party to blow up her wedding dress (God Bless Texas)

This week on the podcast Bobby and Donovan remember the greatness that was Anthony Bourdain.  They discuss the sincere outpouring of grief that seemed to grip so many across the country.  Bobby recommends a new book, "God Bless Texas - An Intimate Journey Through the Lone Star State".  The director of the Texas Music Office drops in for a discussion on his office, what he sees for the future of the Texas music scene, and how he's helping cities across the state view their music industries as the economic drivers they can be & he cleans up some of the mess that was our discussion on Music Modernization Act.   Download, Subscribe & Enjoy!  Find Us www.thecowrite.com Twitter @thecowrite @bobbyduncan @donovandodd FACEBOOK Instagram @thecowrite

Welcome to the show where Craig & Jeremy talk about absolutely nothing at all, but spend a considerable amount of time doing so. There's simply too much to recap in one paragraph, so here's the Cliff's Notes:  Arrested Development, Avengers: Infinity Wars (hardly any spoilers), Solo, Deadpool, Salt 'n Peppa's Shoop video, Remax, Coldwell Banker, Childish Gambino, SNL, God Bless Texas, hiding a pint of eaten ice cream, the god damn neighbors, Am I a Jerk, nice people are assholes, AND SO MUCH MORE! You can shoot an email or a voice memo to: eurekapodcast@gmail.com Or you can even leave us a voicemail at 620-270-1378. Eureka's Twitter: Show: @eurekapodcast Jeremy: @aintnoswayze Craig: @anaveragegatsby   Facebook: www.facebook.com/eurekapodcast   The closing song is "This is America" by Childish Gambino.

December 12 Jesse Gets A New JobAt the end of a not so productive (boo-koo rock-n-roll tunes to due to some spectators) practice, Jesse announces that he has a new job at Western Auto. This is good as his second child should be born in a few months. He will be making more money. Unfortunately, he will also be working nights. He addressed this very lightly, but the band seemed to become very anxious about this latest turn of events. How can you play out at night, and work at the auto store? The other thing bothering some of the band was Jesse's attitude about the songs. It appears that he hates playing anything that is slower than a heart attack. Dave and Kevin elect John to find out the scoop and make sure Jesse is in for the long haul. Some announcements were made: Kevin announces that he has decided to take a break from his current girlfriend (Kim), and Jesse announces the Kickin' Country is booking for July. We need to work on a demo tape as soon as this gig is behind us.December 15 Kevin books a PAYING GigKevin gets our first paying job by singing “Anymore” completely by himself in a bar to a bar owner. It's at the Louisville VFW It's in a week (Friday 12/22/95). We are not ready, but decide to do it anyway (it's only the Louisville VFW). We should get paid around 200-250. The band must squeeze in a Saturday practice. We also decide to throw in a few Christmas tunes to fill in the time.After talking with Jesse, John concludes that Jesse is fine. Everything will work out fine. This practice marks the first successful attempt of John singing backup on the song “Good-Bye Says It All.” The band actually produces three-part harmony for the first time (successfully).December 19 - The BlizzardIn Ohio parts of the state receive 14 inches of snow. It snows and rains ice all day. This also happens to be the only day all band members could get together to practice before the VFW gig. Bummer. Practice is canceled due to the weather. John, Dave, and Kevin will try to hook up later in the month. Many of the roadways are averaging around 15-20 mph. It's very bad. By the mid-evening, it is illegal to drive in Medina unless it is an emergency.December 22 -The Louisville V.F.W.Well, John, Kevin, and Dave tried to practice the day before the gig, but it wasn't very productive. The band is kind of pushed for time to be ready to play by 8:00. Bernie the owner lets us know we can start at 8:30. It's still snowing, but the roads are clear. The band is greeted by a Christmas decoration on the door that plays (and sings) “We wish you a Merry Christmas”. It's cute. Also on the door is a sign that reads:December 228-12Six ShootersOur first gig, and already the band's name has been hacked.The band sets a record-setting up their stuff. The bar is small, but not to the point of being uncomfortable. Many trips are made to unload two pick-up trucks and a car full of equipment. The patrons get nervous as the group drags in two eight foot tall stacks of P.A. speakers. Each time hearing the door decoration sing “We wish you a Merry Christmas.” It's getting a little annoying. The group is warned to keep the volume low.After setting things up, the band opens the set without an official sound check. Dave starts the set with “The star spangled banner” that leads into God Bless Texas. Due to the size and layout of the bar, it takes the majority of the first set to get the sound right. The set included Dave going into the audience to play an extended solo. This seemed to thrill the crowd as they probably had not seen a wireless system before. The set ended with some not very planned improvisation of “Born to Boogie” where Dave explained how all of us were born (Kevin began singing, Jesse was pounding in his mother to get out, John's fingers were going, and Dave was born with a guitar in his hand -a very painful labor). This is the bands first use of dynamics in a song. It turns out to be pretty good. The band followed Kevin back into the last verse and ended the song.The band starts the second set with Christmas Carols (an idea that was put in place the night before). Dave and Kevin do this “unplugged” with two acoustic guitars. In between five Christmas songs, Dave and Kevin ask trivia questions such as “What is the name of the horse in the song Jingle Bells (bobtail). The person with the correct answer got to reach in a bag of “gifts” that the band brought. The gifts included a 10 pack of pens, an ice scraper, a box of crunch and munch, and a box of candy canes. While the Christmas song idea sounded great, it took an immediate nosedive when Dave opened the set with an instrumental version of “What Child is This.” It seemed Jingle bells was the only song the group was familiar with. Even Kevin and Dave imitating characters from the holiday classic “Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeer” dropped like a lead balloon. The band had their first “guest appearance” by Opel the drunken wench. She insisted that we sing Blue Christmas again (We had just finished singing it). We let her take on the lead vocals. Opel heard her own music as she basically ignored Kevin and Dave's strumming. Kevin passed her a lyric sheet, but apparently, Opel couldn't read. We cut her off after the first verse (NEXT!). The duo decided to cut Silent Night from the set and move on to brighter pastures.. In the process of moving the microphones around to do the unplugged set, the band had slightly damaged the sound they perfected during the first set. It was about this time a drunk shouted out “QUIT STALLING!!” (now there's the Christmas spirit!)The second set had the band slowing things down as they went into “Anymore, What Might've Been, And If Tomorrow Never Comes.” We did find out the vocals were a little muddy, and Dave's guitar needed to be louder. Jesse had not been feeling well before we even started, at this point, he's starting to cough, and not looking too well. The band takes a quick 10-minute break and gets ready for the third set.The third set had Jesse ready to pass out at any minute. By this time many of the people we thought were into us had left. Just losers trying to pump enough booze into women to get some Christmas nooky. The third set had Jim Ries (a buddy from work, and part of the reason we got the gig) and his ex-girlfriend's Aunt (Fay) high steppin' on the dance floor. It also had John drawing blanks in the middle of “Good-Bye Says It All.” This was added to nights previous mistakes like Dave cutting “Mercury Blues” in half by going to the ending two solos too soon, and Kevin flubbing a lyric here and there, as well as Jesse, providing some interesting drum parts to “Lifestyles Of The Not So Rich And Famous.” Luckily, all flubs are covered pretty smoothly (technical difficulties left Dave singing back-up alone on Bubba Hyde was pretty noticeable). Kevin goes mobile as he takes the mic on the dance floor and sings “So help me girl.” The band does the mosh version of “Sticks and Stones.” The band closes the night by repeating Watermelon Crawl, and Fast as You. The last song had all members on the dance floor along with the crowd. Another extended solo from Dave helps the band fill the time to 12:00. The band loads up the equipment and takes it back to Kevin's basement, it was all done at 1:00. We made $200. (of which we all got $50). We decided to let Jesse keep his $50 instead of putting it towards the drum set since it was Christmas and all.All in all a much better gig than expected. The band learns that we need to get rid of all the songs that weren't quite ready (Nothing Wrong With The Radio)by LEARNING THEM. This would eliminate last second set changes. It was much better than the biker benefit, but we now a good idea of what needs fine-tuning

James Comey’s monster best-seller, A Higher Loyalty, is “a plea for exculpation,” says Jonathan Friedland, but its self-justifications are “not good enough.” Jonathan is a columnist for The Guardian and a best-selling author. Also: How long will Texas remain a red state? Lawrence Wright says demographic and political change is underway, and that Betto O’Rourke’s campaign for the senate, challenging Ted Cruz, is a crucial one. Wright’s new book is God Bless Texas. Plus: The Handmaid’s Tale, that feminist dystopian novel, is beginning its second season as a TV series on Hulu this week. Margaret Atwood talks about the significance of The Handmaid’s Tale in the Age of Trump (recorded a year ago, just before the first season’s premiere).

It's almost time for the Royal Rumble!!  But first, WWE celebrates Raw's 25th Anniversary, and it's a bit of a mess.  The guys get you hyped up for NXT TakeOver: Philadelphia as well.  But before that, Michael recaps his time at IWR's "God Bless Texas" event, the fellas process the fallout from Enzo Amore being fired while under investigation for sexual assault, and they randomly venture off into a deep discussion about heavy metal and being the old guys at a rock concert.  It's absolute madness! #WWE #NXT #RAW #Smackdown #ROH #Wrestling

You say that but I bet you’re going to take it any way you can get it, just sayin’…. On this episode of In Your Face 09/19/2017 the crazy train stops at What’s been up and All booked up,A pause there. You rock it baby. Spank it anyway! No bout a doubt it! Making time. Priority. Rebel talks about Talk4Media. Talk about the U2 concert in New Orleans. Take time to do stuff. Happy B Day Andy. Rebel needs to edit videos. Life happens. Talk about the Melvins concert in New Orleans. Halloween. Multi-tasking. What are the plans for the weekend. Louder than Life 2017. Hurricane Harvey talk. God bless Texas, Louisiana, Florida, and all other states affected by Hurricanes. Shout out to fellow Radio Personalities. Home Free Band. Rebel was told to behave with Corey. Things to do. Rebels intentions. Wizard World Comic Con 2018. WWE Wrestle Mania 2018. Haunted Trail. All booked up.

North Dakota State is in the FCS semifinals for a seventh straight year with a trip back to Frisco on the line against Sam Houston State this Friday at the Fargodome. Swany and Joe dissect the matchup of two of the best FCS programs in the last decade. The Bearkats come to Fargo with last year's Walter Payton award winner Jeremiah Briscoe facing off against Easton Stick, who's been operating the Bison offense with the precision of a maestro in NDSU's first two playoff victories. The guys go through the key matchups to watch, and also preview this weekend's other semifinal matchup between James Madison and South Dakota State. Will Bison fans be singing the familiar sweet refrains of "God Bless Texas" and "If You're Gonna Play In Texas," as the fourth quarter winds down during Friday Night Lights at the Dome? The Road to Frisco goes through Fargo, this week, on the Bison Illustrated Podcast!

God Bless Texas. As our thoughts and prayers turn to those that endured Hurricane Harvey, and those that are helping, we also need to learn a few things from this disaster. Listen in!!

Tyler Overstreet guest hosts with Taylor Zarzour and Kelsey Tucker, while Mike Davis is out hunting with Dale Jr. The infamous Sloppy Yellow is back this week with more interviews from the infield, this time from Texas Motor Speedway. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices