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From fiction to true crime, Dawn M. Barclay knows how to keep an audience hooked. What makes a story impossible to put down? Whether you're a writer or just love a gripping read, today's episode has something for you. Award-winning author Dawn M. Barclay knows how to craft suspense that keeps readers hooked—and she's sharing her secrets. Writing fiction and nonfiction, she's mastered the art of storytelling, marketing, and staying true to her creative vision. In this episode, we talk about what makes a book unforgettable, the biggest mistakes writers make when promoting their work, and how to build a successful writing career without selling out. If you want to write with confidence, market without feeling pushy, and create stories that stick, this conversation is for you. Tune in and learn how to bring your creative vision to life in a way that truly resonates. dmbarr.com https://Facebook.com/authordmbarr https://Tiktok.com/authordmbarr https://Instagram.com/authordmbarr Connect with Izolda Website: https://IzoldaT.com BlueSky: https://bsky.app/profile/izoldat.bsky.social. Book Your Discovery Call: https://calendly.com/izoldat/discovery-call New Play Exchange: https://newplayexchange.org/users/90481/izolda-trakhtenberg Submit a Play to the Your Creative Table Read Podcast Series One Minute Movies A Close Shave Career Suicide Diz Wit   Flip Your Inner Script to Stop Negative Thoughts From Ruining Your Day.   This episode is brought to you by Brain.fm. I love and use brain.fm! It combines music and neuroscience to help me focus, meditate, and even sleep! Because you listen to this show, you can get a free trial and 20% off with this exclusive coupon code: innovativemindset. (affiliate link) URL: https://brain.fm/innovativemindset It's also brought to you by my podcast host, Podbean! I love how simple Podbean is to use. If you've been thinking of starting your own podcast, Podbean is the way to go!** Are you getting anything out of the show? I'd love it if you would buy me a coffee.   Listen on These Channels Apple Podcasts | Spotify | Stitcher | Podbean | MyTuner | iHeart Radio | TuneIn | Deezer | Overcast | PodChaser | Listen Notes | Player FM | Podcast Addict | Podcast Republic |    

Letty has a BDSM kink.By LiminallySpaced. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.Chapter 29: Gina led us through the warehouse, down a dark corridor I had never been down, to a door that read "Emergency Only." Pushing the door open, we walked into a dimly-lit room filled with boxes stacked high. I followed the two women down around the corner of the box maze, and was presented with a shock: before me was a queen sized bed nicely made, as well as a nearby-positioned, big, comfy chair and a similarly laid out chez lounge."What the fuck?" I whispered.Gina stopped just before the bed and turned to Letty, who was in the process of removing the last of her clothes.Flat, tight stomach, perky breasts, round, supple ass, long, toned legs. Letty's body was immaculate. She stood before me fully nude, save for her stiletto boots, and the collar and leash around her neck."Tell him," Gina said, giving the leash a very slight yank.Letty turned toward me."Please make yourself comfortable, Tim, and enjoy what follows however you'd like. When you feel so inclined, know that my body is yours to use freely, in whatever manner you want."Instinctively I began to respond with a "Yes, Mistress," but Gina stopped me before I could finish the word."No. There'll be no more of that. Not tonight.My cock lurched inside my pants. I smiled.A jerk of the leash sent Letty's attention back to Gina, who was reclining into the thicket of pillows on the bed. Her breasts were shiny from the remnants of my cum and Letty's saliva. Her panties were gone, and her legs butterflied open. Her cunt was wet and waiting.Letty joined her."Please me with your mouth, slut," she said with relish, and gave the leash a yank. Letty fell forward face first between her legs. I saw Gina's expression soften, a smirk pulling at her lips as Letty began to lick her cunt.I settled myself into the big comfy chair nearby and began to watch.Gina's eyes drifted closed. She squeezed her breasts, teasing her nipples as Letty began to feast on her.I couldn't take my eyes off her tits, off the way she pinched the nipples, how she pushed them together and moaned in delight.Despite having just launched a sizable load onto Gina's face, I felt my cock stir; god bless 18 year old constitution.I became mesmerized by the two women, my co-worker and our boss, and I mindlessly began rubbing my thickening cock through my pants. I couldn't help but think back to the night I watched Tara and Sarah make love. But this wasn't making love; this was fucking."Show Tim your cunt, slut," she moaned at our boss, "show him how wet it makes you to eat me."Without removing her mouth from Gina's lips, Letty repositioned, sending her tight, perfect ass straight up into the air. I could see plain as day already that her lips were swollen and wide, slick with arousal. I didn't even need her to reach her hand down and spread them with her fingers the way she did.I rubbed my cock more forcefully. My full hardness returned.Gina caught me staring and smiled through her pleasure."Make me cum, slut," Gina moaned between quickening breaths, "make me cum right now or you'll be punished!"Letty's fingers left her wetness, and I saw them dip back to join her mouth between Gina's legs. From the way Gina gasped, I could tell those fingers went directly into her cunt."Yes, yes,” Gina began to moan. She wrapped her fist around Letty's leash, gripping the back of Letty's head. Her hips rocked and thrust against Letty's face, mouth agape, her breath almost imperceptible. Her free hand shot up and grabbed on to the iron headboard behind her, her eyes closed, lost in the sensation of Letty's licking tongue and penetrating fingers. Her body started to vibrate and shake.My mouth was dry and my cock was hard.Gina had been silent, focused on the mounting pleasure, and then her quiet breath turned suddenly to deep, sucking gasps, and with a loud, sharp ejaculation of sound from her mouth, Gina began to cum.In all my experiences so far, my favorite thing ever was to see a beautiful woman lost in orgasm, and Gina was no exception. Chin tucked deep into her bulging breasts, she held Letty's face tight to her cunt, rolling her hips hard into a slurping tongue and thrusting fingers. I could hear how wet she was.But more than just the eroticism of Gina's orgasm, seeing my dominant boss Letty, my Mistress, get turned into a subservient slut was conflicting, yet extremely intoxicating. Watching Gina's body explode and writhe as she used Letty's face for her own pleasure, I immediately got envious. I wanted to be a part of it.I stood up, almost instinctively, just as Gina's orgasm subsided. A satisfied smirk on her face, Gina pulled Letty's face off her cunt by her hair. Letty's face was shimmering with Gina's cum, her breath heavy."What do you say, slut?" Gina asked."Thank you, Madam." Letty gasped.Gina looked over at me, standing at the foot of the bed, dumbfounded, not sure what my next move should be, and made the decision for me by tossing Letty's leash in my direction.I picked it up, felt it in my hand. I followed its length up to the woman on the other end of it.Letty sat back on her heels, her posture straight and tall, waiting. Her tits were perfect, her nipples hard as diamonds, Gina's cum streaking down her chin and neck. Her icy blue eyes stared directly at me as they had many times before, but now there was something different behind them: desire.I thought about everything Letty had put me through this summer, at work or after work. I wrapped the lead in my hand."On your knees on the floor, slut."Letty let out a breath as though she had been holding it. There was a twinkle behind her eyes, and then she offered back a breathy "Yes, sir" and slipped down to the floor in front of me.I looked down at her. Her eyes pierced through me with anticipation. My cock pushed lewdly against the fabric of my pants."Take my cock out, and suck it."That chill of excitement ran through her again. Her hands made quick work of my pants, and soon my hard cock was free to the night air once more. She grasped my thick length in her delicate fingers and stared at the big, flared head. She looked up at me; she wanted me to say it again, I could tell."Suck my cock," I obliged.Letty let out another breathy, sexy, "Yes, Sir," and then her lips, lips that I had only known to be tight and pursed, opened up, wetted by a quick flash of her tongue, and closed around the head of my dick.I moaned. Letty leaned forward, more of my cock pushing into her mouth. She pulled back to the tip, regrouped, and went down my shaft again.My boss was on her knees, sucking my cock.Letty's head began to bob and find a rhythm. My body was overwhelmed with the sensations, maybe more so with the situation, but something wasn't right. Letty was giving me perfectly good head, that tight purse of her lips normally reserved for disapproval now forming a deliciously tight ring around my cock, but I think that was the problem. It was too efficient.On her next slip to the tip I pulled my cock away from her. She looked up at me confused."No," I said, watching my boss daintily wipe the edge of her mouth, "I want you to suck my cock like you mean it. I want it wet. I want it, messy.""Yes, Sir," she responded dutifully. Before she could resume, however, something came over me. I had never had this much unbridled sexual power before. It was exhilarating. I began to give in to the game."Open your mouth, slut," I said, tentatively adopting the degrading language Gina had used, giving my cock a couple languid pumps.Letty did as she was told.I grabbed her by the back of the head and pulled her toward me, forcefully guiding my cock back into her mouth."Now suck it."I held on to Letty's head and began to thrust. I saw that chill of excitement pass through her body again. This time her lips were looser, juicier. Slurping sounds began to slip from her lips on each outward thrust along with moans and squeaks.I looked over at Gina. She was lounging on the bed, idly playing with her nipple, a broad smile on her face.My boss' mouth felt so good. This clearly wasn't the first cock Letty had sucked. It probably wasn't the first time someone had fucked her face. She slurped and slobbered on me like I was her last meal. I thrust faster. Spit and drool started to slip from Letty's mouth, sliding down my cock and dripping to the floor. Her moans increased. Her body started to fidget and squirm."You like it when I fuck your face?" I grunted through gritted teeth."Um Hmm" she moaned on my cock."Huh?" I barked, wanting more."Umm hmm!" she moaned loudly"I think that little slut is gonna cum, Tim," Gina called from the bed"Is that true? Huh? Are you gonna cum from me fucking your face?""Um Hmm!" Letty squealed.I gripped her hair tightly and pulled her backward off my cock mid suck, loose spit slapping down between her tits with a splat."Not yet you're not," I said with an authority I didn't know I possessed, "not fucking yet. Not until I say you can. You hear me?""Yes, Sir," Letty gasped, her face a spit-covered mess. As she said the words, her mouth hung open, and I swear I saw the corners of her lips arc up into a smile."Get on the fucking bed, slut," I barked, this time much more confidently. In retrospect it's amazing how quickly I fell down the dominance rabbit hole. Letty had oppressed me for so long, I felt my agency exploding out of me.Letty shakily got to her feet and stumbled toward the bed, dazed from her face fucking. Gina made some room, watching intently, tickled with my assertiveness. I followed close behind, shedding the last of my clothes."Face down, ass up. Show me how wet you are."Letty did as she was told, her face in the sheets, arching her tight ass up into the air. I walked up close behind her and admired what she presented to me. I ran my hand over her flared backside, feeling her smooth skin. My hand came down hard on one pale cheek with a loud crack.Letty gasped.I brought my hand down on the other cheek, and an equally loud smack echoed off the contact."You like that?" I growled, but Letty only gasped and moaned with each swat of my hand."Oh she likes it alright," Gina said, smiling, "trust me."I looked over at her, relaxing, gently running hands over her own silky skin. She looked delicious. I angled toward her, but she stopped me before I could make any movement."Ah-ah-ah," she said with a finger wag, "not tonight. Tonight isn't about you and me, it's about you and her." Gina got up off the bed, and glided over behind me, bringing her lips right up to my ear. "Look at that tight cunt. Touch it Tim, feel how wet she is."I reached out toward Letty's steaming center. From the way her lips were flushed and wide, and the glisten that covered them, I didn't need to touch her to know. But still, I reached out and ran the tips of my fingers through."Oh my God," I whispered."See?" Gina dripped into my ear, her hands stroking the sides of my body. "Wetter than you've ever felt her, isn't she?""Yes," I croaked. I could feel her thick tits pressing into my back."That's why we needed to take the edge off you in the other room," she said. Her hands rolled over my hips. I felt her grasp my hard, straining cock. "So you'd be ready to give that tight, controlling cunt exactly what it deserves." She began to pump me. I groaned. "So what do you say Tim? Are you ready?"A shiver ran through my body.My cock was like iron, still slick with Letty's saliva. Her cunt was in front of me, wet, waiting, wanting. I was ready. Ready to unleash a summer's worth of frustration on her.Almost in a trance, I broke free from Gina's siren song and climbed up on the mattress. I gripped Letty's hips with both hands. I thought I heard her whisper a faint "yes." Her breath was increasing. Little moans and coos were escaping in anticipation as I got into position. Gripping my cock in one hand and her ass in the other, I lined up my screaming tip with her boiling opening.

Chapter 29: Letty gives Tim his final lesson.By LiminallySpaced. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.After our first tryst, it had been me that had tried to initiate a repeat, succumbing to my own lust and frustration, but Kerri had turned me away, always citing spending the evening with Mike as the reason why, but also always providing me with photographic aftermath to tide me over. But now Kerri was reaching out to me, and her pictures were implying that she was definitely not getting what she needed from Mike. I wasn't sure what that meant for them and their relationship, but at that moment my mind was on the good news this was for my balls, and not the potential bad news it was for them."Show me how bad you want it" I wrote back. I needed a quick solution to my problem, and Kerri was offering it, but that didn't mean I couldn't tease her a bit.What came back shortly after was a second series of photos, a wanton expression of Kerri's arousal.The first was a high, downward angle shot capturing Kerri, on her knees, tits out, looking up at the lens. The point of view was clearly meant to mimic me looking down at her, and by the way her mouth hung open, it was clear what she wanted. My cock surged as I thought back to our first encounter when she greeted me that exact same way, and I crossed the distance between us to slip my cock between her lips.The second was a shot of Kerri from behind, up on her bed. She was on her hands and elbows, her back arched in a severe swoop. Her toned, perfect ass was angled toward the camera, her legs spread wide, giving me a full, delicious view of her cunt. A cunt that was already swollen and wide, and already glistening with moisture.My cock was rock hard now, imagining tasting that wet cunt, of sliding myself into her from behind, but still I wanted to tease more yet."You look delicious," I wrote back, "but I want to see more. I want to watch you cum."I idly pawed at my erection through my pants as I waited for a response. As minutes ticked by, I got momentarily worried that maybe I had asked for too much, but at the same time I recognized that we had gone so far past any lines of decency or respectability at this point that surely I had nothing to worry about.Kerri very quickly assuaged any concerns with her newest message finally came through attached with a video file.The video began with Kerri in nothing but a thin, sheer robe adjusting her camera into the perfect position. Stepping back from the camera, she did a quick pose, ruffling her big mane of curly, black hair, then set down in a comfortable-looking lounge chair directly in front of it.I made a note to myself to fuck her in that chair at some point.Staring deeply into the lens, Kerri ran her hands over her body seductively, teasing me by gently butterflying her thighs in and out, giving me a peek, but never enough to see everything.Hard nipples pushing through the thin fabric of her robe, her hands slowly slid up and opened the folds of the garment, giving me a full view of her thick, olive breasts. She smiled and sighed as she caressed them, squeezed them and kneaded them.Her hands dripped down the front of her body until they came to rest on the insides of her thighs, still gently butterflying in excitement. Then, like the parting of the Red Sea, she pushed her thighs wide, and finally gave me an unobscured look at her perfect, swollen lips.One hand jumped back up to her mouth where she took two fingers between her lips, suckling them like they were my cock in order to wet them. Then the two juicy fingers traveled back down between her legs and began exploring her cunt.Gasps and moans accompanied her swirling fingers as they danced around her clit and dipped deep into her tight canal, and soon I watched her body start to focus on the sensations as she settled into a rhythm. Her brow scrunched up, her eyes closed, her mouth began to hang open, and I watched as the world around her fell away. The only thing that existed for her in that moment was her pleasure.I squeezed my cock through my pants again. I was as desperate for release as she was, entranced by the only sounds coming through my speakers, the slight, wet sloshing sounds of a cunt being pleasured. The short gasps and squeaks of a girl about to cum.And cum she did. Kerri's moans ramped up in pace and volume. Her body stiffened, and her thighs clamped shut around her thrusting fingers. She gripped the armrest of the chair as she rode out her pleasure, only loosening their clamp on the fabric when her moans faded and her breath settledKerri took a moment to bask in the afterglow of her orgasm, smiling to herself, but soon her eyes found the lens of the camera again. Smile melting into lusty desire, she slipped off the chair and crawled towards me until her face was the only thing in frame."I need your cock," she said, through still-settling breaths, "so get the fuck over here. Now."Who was I to refuse?I made my way to her house in record time, and took the stairs two at a time to get to her room. My hands were already working on my belt as I passed into her room, and upon my arrival she met me halfway, on her knees, adding her hands to the desperate freeing of my cock.We both gasped as my erection sprang into view, and Kerri wasted no time taking me into her mouth. She gripped my pants tight as she sucked, speeding her lips and tongue up and down my shaft. Pleasure ripped through my body as she devoured my cock, and my hands gripped her hair tight as she enthusiastically fellated me.My hips began to buck and thrust as I matched her slippery lips, meeting each slide downward with a forward thrust of my own. One of her hands left their grip on my pants and joined her mouth on my cock. The driving of my hips was getting harder, deeper, and the extra distance my cock had to travel through her fingers ensured I wasn't in danger of choking her as she took my thick erection into her warm mouth."Fuck, fuck, I'm gonna cum!" I bellowed, but Kerri made no attempt to slow her sweet suction. I cried out one more time as my balls lurched toward her chin. My cock flared and pulsed, and Kerri's body held still as my cum pulsed hard and deep into her mouth. Gripping her hair tight, I felt her swallow once, twice, three times. I filled her mouth as this Greek goddess pulled every drop of pleasure out of my aching balls and sent it down her throat.Pulsing subsided, and breath returning to normal, Kerri gently slipped backward, drawing my cock out from between her lips agonizingly slow."There, we're even," she said with a smile, a small trickle of my escaped semen clinging to her chin, "now we can focus on round two."I smiled back, hardly believing the eroticism exuding off the girl kneeling in front of me. I took off the rest of my clothes.Round two was left us both breathless again, and the night ended with her thick thighs squeezing me tight, her cunt orgasming around my newly hard cock. Soon her body set me off too, my balls sending a second load careening into her body as I fucked her from behind in the very position she had taken in that picture.It was lovely. She was lovely. And it was the beginning of a series of trysts that kept my cock hard, my balls empty, and my mind off of Christine.We didn't talk about the why of it, or really talk that much at all; I think it made it easier for us that way. There would just generally be a message, an expression of want and need from one to the other, and if the timing was right I'd soon find myself balls-deep in Kerri's mouth or cunt, filling her to the brim with every drop I had.The way Kerri took my cock was absolutely sublime. Her body needed my cock; needed my cum; and I was more than happy to give it to her. Her thick athletic body pitched and rolled with me perfectly, and was cushioned in just the right places to take even the hardest strokes. Sex with Stephanie had been amazing, but the excitement of experiencing a woman sexually for the first time always seemed to give our lovemaking a certain teacher-and-student vibe. With Kerri I felt like we were equals. We had a sexual chemistry that made us feel like teammates working together for the same goal, and the forbidden, fleeting nature of our arrangement allowed us the freedom to play and explore in ways I don't think either of us really had with any partner up to that point."No one's ever done that to me before, you know," she said one evening as we laid together on the thick shag of the area rug in her living room, cooling down from a raucous first round. We hadn't even made it entirely out of our clothes before I had bent her over her parents' coffee table and hurriedly pushed into her from behind.Shirt off, bra on, skirt bunched around her waist above the delicious flair of her sweet apple, we both gasped at the air in lusty need as I quickly found a rhythm for my thrusts. A loud, breathy moan welcomed me each time I bottomed out deep in her soaked center, and I could feel the tension rise inside her as her orgasm fast approached. The pleasure was mounting, overtaking both of us, and without warning I raised one hand and brought it down hard on the meat of her ass.This wasn't unusual, as I had spanked her ass before, and her cries of affirmative pleasure were just as loud this time as they had been in previous encounters. What was different this time was what I had done next.Feeling both our orgasms nearing their eruption, spurred on by the abandon of the wild spanking, when my hand came down on her cheek the final time, I repositioned my grip to stabilize myself, and in doing so pressed the meat of my thumb gently against Kerri's puckered asshole."Oh yes!" she cried, loud and long, at just the merest pressure on her rear. The pressure was building, I could feel her beginning to tremble around me as my cock surged forward harder than ever. Sweat rolled down my wrist and over my thumb. I felt the liquid pool at the entrance to her exit, and in the heat of the moment I slowly applied more pressure, and felt the very tip of my thumb slip past her sphincter."fuck!" she bellowed and shook, her body almost immediately exploding in orgasm. "Fuck, oh, fuck, Yes!" she cried. It wasn't the first time I had felt her cunt spasm around my cock, but what was new for me was the feeling of her asshole spasming around my thumb, and it sent me rocketing over the edge.My cries joined hers and I pushed into her deep and long one last time, and held myself there tight against her as I pumped her orgasming body full of hot jizz."Never with Mike?" I asked, idly stroking the top of her bra-covered cleavage as we lounged and recharged."No, not even with Mike." She paused for a moment, deciding whether or not to continue to open up. "I've only had sex with one other guy besides Mike, and, there's actually quite a few things I've done for the first time thanks to you. Things I am absolutely fucking LOVING, by the way." She laughed"Oh, yeah? Like what?" I said, intrigued to learn more about her."Well obviously your finger in my ass was a first," she said in a syrupy tone, "and I didn't know I liked being watched, and I had never had a guy cum on me until you wanted to see Mike finish on my tits that first time""Didn't have much sex with the first guy?""No, no, we had sex all the time, but it was just, it was all new, you know? We fucked to fuck, not to find out what we really liked. That's all it really is at first. The experience itself is the high; it feels good, but neither of you really know why or how yet.""Yeah, I know what you mean." I said solemnly, remembering my nights with Stephanie. "That's why we're doing this, isn't it?" I said after a moment"I think so," she said quietly, "Mike's a great guy, but, I'm his first. And he's excited, he's eager, and we have lots of fun, but I just think we're looking for different things right now, physically.""So why go behind his back?" I asked as non-judgmentally as possible, "why not just break up with him?""Because I like having a boyfriend. It's fun." she said, shifting her weight so her hips flared out even more, "And because the sneaking turns me on. And right now I'm very interested in exploring what turns me on."It made sense in the moment, and her honesty was refreshing. I was interested in turn ons too, and the thought of Kerri with another man, exploring her newfound sexuality was quite a turn on.I wanted to know more."Your first was Bill Dorsett, right?" I asked, remembering the guy Kerri dated right before Mike."No, Bill and I never had sex.""Never? I find that hard to believe, knowing you the way I do now" I said with a slight chuckle."Oh, I wanted to, but he had this weird hang up about it. I probably swallowed a gallon of his cum though," she laughed."Oh yeah?" I said, feeling my cock begin to thicken"Yeah, he was a total fiend for head. He tried to return the favor plenty, too, but the boy was, not talented. Which is why we didn't go out that long.""And in all that time sucking his cock, he never wanted to cum on your tits, or your face or anything?"No, he was very, particular," she said with another chuckle, "the only thing he wanted on his cock was my mouth, and when he came he liked to hold my head, which I hated.""Oh, really? I'm sorry, I know I; " I started, realizing I had done that to her a number of times, not even thinking to ask if it was ok"No, no, don't apologize," she said, cutting me off, "I like it when you do it."My cock twitched."How was his cock?""It was fine, average. Good size for sucking."My cock twitched again."So who was your first, then?""This kid named Matt who went to Belmont. The girls and boys soccer teams would always travel together and share game days, and I kept seeing this guy from their boys team watching me when we played. He was hot, too. Made it hard to focus on the game.""Umm, tell me more," I said. The story was beginning to stoke the heat inside me, and I slowly slid my hand down Kerri's body seductively."Well, after one of my games, the boys game had started and I noticed he wasn't playing. The girls had snuck some booze in water bottles so I was a little buzzed, and decided it was time to talk to him. He had been injured and was out for a couple weeks, which was pretty good timing."My hand started softly stroking the tops of her thighs. She shifted slightly beneath my touch, and her breath got deeper."We talked, and hit it off, and so when his team hit the field for the second half, he and I snuck off to my team's bus, and I,” she stopped and sucked in a breath as my fingers danced around her small strip of pubic hair."Yes?" I said softly."And I sucked his dick." she breathed. "And then, like a week later, we met up and he, he fucked me in his car.""Did you swallow when you sucked him off?""Yes," she breathed again as I tickled her thighs."Did he return the favor?""With, with his fingers.""I see," I said, dipping my own fingers down over her pubic bone and between her already soaked cunt lips. "Like this?""Yes," Kerri moaned as my fingers slipped inside her."Was he the first cock you sucked?"

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Cummings and goings at the campBy LiminallySpaced. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.After what felt like an endless ride, we finally made it to our destination. The campsite was remote, but had easy access to a big, beautiful lake. Our group occupied two sections of a fairly sparsely-populated camping area. Down the path past the office and the general store, around a couple turns past the public bathrooms, we stopped and unloaded. Our youth pastor gave us a rundown of the amenities we could expect, and seemed to derive a certain amount of glee from how short the list was. Her husband just laughed and assured us it wasn't going to be nearly as bad as we thought.Our youth pastor Ginny and her husband Todd always came alive when we did outdoorsy stuff. There was always a certain extra pep in their step, as though there was a certain amount of freedom in getting so far away from society for a few days. Normally they were polite and proper as could be, but I couldn't help but notice that once we hit the woods their extremely chaste exterior cracked ever so slightly with an increase of winks, pinches, and the occasional clandestine ass smack.They were an attractive couple, and it was difficult not to notice that for Ginny especially, her change in attire, from conservative blouses and floor-length skirts to partially unbuttoned over shirts and leg-baring short shorts, seemed to signal some relief; an exhale of expression. Normally completely hidden from view, I could tell she was hiding nice breasts under her usual attire, and her legs were long and smooth.Watching her give her husband a smile and a swat on the behind as she passed by, I couldn't help but wonder what it looked like when they fucked. Ginny had been one of my early crushes, and I had always been extremely jealous of her husband. But now, I had learned multiple times over that a demure, church-going exterior was very possibly just a cover for a voracious sexual appetite, and I was dying to know if the same was true for Ginny. What her favorite position was. How nasty they got behind closed doors. What she sounded like when she orgasmed. Did she like sucking his dick? Did they roleplay? Did he like to cum on her face?Christine and I passed each other a few times while we unloaded the vans and began setting up the site, but few words were said. I found a shady spot at the edge of the tree line to stake my tent, and I couldn't help but notice that Christine chose hers about as far to the other side of the site as you could get. She was sharing the tent with a younger girl, which meant that even under the best of circumstances there'd be no hanky panky at her place.I, on the other hand, had a tent all to myself. The younger kid I was supposed to share with backed out at the last minute, and so, with an even number of tents for an odd number of people, I lucked out."Hey, Tim," I heard a voice call from behind me, and turned to see Rachel walking over with Devon. She smiled and waved, and approached with no hesitation. We used to converse fairly regularly, especially online, but ever since prom night we hadn't said much to each other. "How's it going?" Her casual tone seemed to be trying to ignore any awkwardness we might have had between us."Hey Rachel," I said as cordially as possible. I couldn't quite muster excitement, but produced enough forced enthusiasm as to not be rude. "It's good to see you!"It honestly wasn't a lie. Before the awkwardness I really did enjoy talking and hanging out with Rachel, and I had been crazy for those massive breasts of hers as soon as my burgeoning libido developed.And boy did she look good today. A totally different body type than Christine, she was generously thick in all the right places. Places that were testing the limits of what her clothing could handle. She wore straight-cut jeans that didn't accent features, but hung off her curvy hips in a way that was impossible to hide what was inside them. A thin button down blouse hung open off her shoulders, tied up beneath her bust, showing some stomach, and giving me a great look at the shirt she wore underneath; a shirt that stopped me in my tracks when I clocked it.Tightly hugging her midsection, and wrapped like a second skin around those glorious globes of hers was a green, spaghetti-strapped tank top; the same tank top she wore, hard-nippled and braless, in the pictures she sent the night she asked me to the prom. This couldn't be a coincidence, could it?"This is Devon," she said. He put his hand out and I shook it, and we made pleasant small talk, but I couldn't hope to tell you what either of us said, as my mind was totally on that green shirt doing its best to contain Rachel's tits."Where are you guys set up?" I finally said, coming back to earth."Well obviously we won't be staying in the same tent," she said with a playful chuckle that jiggled her breasts delightfully, "Devon's staying with Peter over that way," she said, pointing across the camp, "and I'm set up right over here." she turned and pointed back behind her.I followed her pointing fingers, the same fingers that had been wrapped around my cock only months ago, and once again felt like she was playing a trick on me. Maybe I shouldn't have read into it too much, like how many tents do people really own, but adding in the green shirt, I found it very significant that the tent she pointed to was the very tent she and I had spent our prom night encounter in."It's a pretty rad tent," Devon started, "really well made, and has a nice comfortable flooring on the inside.""Yeah I know," I said without thinking, "my, friend has one just like it."I looked at Rachel. She looked away, but I swear I saw the pale skin around her chest flush a knowing pink.Devon was then called away to help move something over by his tent, leaving me alone with Rachel."I'm surprised to see you here; I thought you hated camping?" I said as I went back to setting up."Well, you guys always made it sound so fun, and this being the last chance and all,” She trailed off slightly."Devon seems nice," I said, changing the subject, but definitely still probing, "are you guys going out?""I don't know what I'd call it," she said, idly fidgeting with the tie of her shirt, "but yeah, he is nice." There was a slight pause before she added "maybe a little Too nice."I chuckled. "How are the back rubs?" My gaze examined her for a reply"This is a nice spot you got here," she said, changing the subject, "very, secluded.""Yeah, it is," I responded, "and it's just me.""Just you?" she said, her interest piqued."Yeah, lucked out.""I'll say."There was an awkward pause. I tried to think of something else to say, something smart, something adult, something that would maybe get down to the bottom of what was going on here, but I couldn't focus. Couldn't stop thinking about those tits pressing out from behind that tight, green shirt.A wave from Devon caught her attention, and she used it as an excuse to bail from our awkward silence. She made a cordial exit, but then turned back for a moment with a question. "I think a bunch of us are going swimming later, are you going to go?" She asked in a tone no less awkward than the pause that preceded it."Yeah, probably, if I have all my stuff set up." The truth was, I wasn't that interested in swimming with a bunch of younger kids, I was focused on Christine, and figuring out what was going on with us. At least I had been, before Rachel's tits entered the equation."Maybe I'll see you down there."She bounced off, leaving me with a view from behind that was no less alluring than the one from the front. What a body. I knew this "good Christian girl" was as horny as anyone else at her age, and I wondered how much of that body Devon had gotten to enjoy. I wondered if she had jerked him off, or maybe even sucked his dick; if he had felt her slick, wet cunt, or maybe even tasted it; if he had gotten to fuck her two massive tits; if he had cum on them; if she thought it was gross.My cock twitched hard.Shaking the thoughts from my head, I scanned the camp, looking for Christine, but she was nowhere to be found. Disappointed, I went back to setting up my tent.Lunchtime came, and we all gathered around as Ginny, her husband, and the other couple of adult chaperones cooked up burgers and hot dogs, and other campsite favorites. There was no skimping, and the food was great, supplied by the parents who were no doubt happy to schlep their kids off to the middle of the woods for a couple of days.We lined up to get our food, and I ended up a few people behind Christine. We still hadn't talked at all, and I was hoping to use lunchtime to break the ice. I just needed to figure out what I was going to say. I watched her as she left the line, and rejoiced a little internally when she chose a place to sit that had open space around her.I quickly grabbed some food and followed after her. I hadn't been nervous around Christine hardly ever, but my stomach was in my throat as I crossed the distance toward her. Her head was down, so she didn't seem coming, but when she looked up at me with those big brown eyes and a lock of her long hair fell across her angelic face, she stopped me right in my tracks."Do you uh,” I stammered, taken aback by her beauty, “ do you mind if I join you?"She took a moment. I don't know if she was as nervous as I was, but finally she responded with "it's a free country."I sat, and we sat there both in silence. She shifted her potato salad around with her fork, idly, and I wracked my brain for something smart to say."Listen, I wanted to; " but before I could go any further, Rachel's bright, peppy voice came at me loudly from the side."Hey guys!" She and Devon came strolling over with full plates, and both plopped down in front of us on nearby chairs. "Not so hungry today, huh, Tim?" Rachel said with a chuckle, pointing toward my plate. Looking down, it was only then that I realized all I had grabbed from the lunch buffet was a hot dog roll and a fork."Don't wanna swim on a full stomach!" I joked back.After a polite chuckle, Rachel introduced Christine to Devon, and the four of us began chatting about fairly mundane, late teenage stuff; colleges, summer jobs, graduation. As conversations tend to do, Rachel and Christine began to pair off, leaving me to talk with Devon. He was a good guy with a dry sense of humor, and I honestly felt that if we had more time to spend together, we would be friends. He seemed a bit uncomfortable, but it was in a way I could sympathize with. It was the discomfort of being the only new person in the group, and it was the same feeling I had when I went to Rachel's prom. I wondered if she made a habit of bringing guys to events they were guaranteed to feel awkward at.I was happy to be his lifeline and make the trip easier, but truth be told I never expected to see him again after this weekend."Did you ask Tim? He's an artist, right Tim?" Rachel's voice snapped me back to whatever it was she and Christine were talking about."Huh?" I said, having no idea what Rachel was getting at."Christine was just saying she was having trouble picking out colors for her dorm room, and I thought she should ask you; you're a painter, right?"My stomach dropped and I started to feel my cheeks flush a bit. Staring back at Rachel, her expression gave no indication that she was toying with me, but there was no other possible way for me to interpret that. When Tara and I had run into Rachel at the cafe, Tara's quip about me painting her was dripping with entendre that I was sure none of us had missed, and Rachel's flirty follow up online shortly after confirmed it. But now, had she forgotten? Or was she just playing a game with me?My mouth moved, but couldn't come up with a response. Luckily at that moment I was saved by the announcement that we'd be heading down to the lake to go swimming shortly, setting off a clean up of all the lunch stuffs. Christine popped up quite quickly, and I lamented watching her leave, but then I turned my eyes back to Rachel, once again searching for what her angle was, and once again finding nothing.Devon and she began to get up, and as she turned away I could have sworn I saw her hard nipples pushing through her tight green shirt.It was nice to take a dip in the lake. It was going to be a hot weekend, and the cool water felt refreshing and helped clear my head. I waded around and played games with the other kids, managing to keep my thoughts off the two women currently fighting for real estate in my mind.One of these women was currently making it very difficult. Rachel and Devon had entered into a diving contest with one of the younger kids, which meant that every couple minutes or so I got to watch Rachel's fairly modest one-piece swimsuit do its best to contain her bouncing breasts as she made her dive approach. This was followed shortly after by her pulling herself up out of the water, back on to the dock, sending water cascading down her long hair and ramping in spurts and sprays off her considerable backside.It might just have been this wild conspiracy my mind was brewing, but I thought it quite a coincidence that she always made sure to pull herself up on the same side, in full view of me, should I want to look.More than once out of the corner of my eye I caught Ginny and Todd horsing around in a way I didn't expect from a youth minister and her husband. Maybe I was more attuned to it now that my sexual antennae were constantly at full mast, but I could swear they were flirting with each other. I couldn't blame them, especially Todd. He was a handsome guy, but not a supermodel by any means, and he had managed to land himself a gorgeous, playful wife. The way she bit her lip at him when she smiled told me what was on her mind, even if her words were about something else entirely.Taking a break, I sat in a nearby beach chair, and tried not to stare when Ginny dove into the water. She too wore a one piece bathing suit underneath khaki shorts that left her long, umber legs on full display. I tried not to stare, but couldn't help grabbing a glimpse from time to time, and more than once I caught Dean, one of the other chaperones, doing the same when his wife wasn't looking.Trying to focus on something more wholesome, my plans were dashed when Christine made her way down from the campsite. Long, smooth legs ascending up into deep blue bikini bottoms were the first thing I saw, followed by the thin, flowing button down she wore semi-buttoned on top of the matching bikini top that hugged her small breasts.I made a move to engage her as she made her way down, but she blew right past me and headed to the edge of the dock. The light caught her perfectly as she removed her overshirt, casting her tight body into gauzy shadow as it diffused through the thin fabric.That body. Jesus, I missed it. I missed seeing her ass rise up in a lewd heart shape behind her head as she leaned in to suck my cock. I missed feeling her hard nipples press into me when we kissed. I missed the way she writhed and shook when she orgasmed. I missed seeing her deep collarbones, and that sweet dip where they meet the neck, draped with my cum.I shifted in my seat as my cock surged with the thought, and I watched as Christine dove into the water and swam out to the floating dock; the furthest point away from me she could get."Everything ok with you two?" I heard a voice say from beside me. I was so caught up in Christine that I didn't even notice that Ginny had pulled herself up out of the lake and made her way over to the seat beside me."Yeah, it's fine," I lied with a weak smile."Well it's just that you guys are usually thick as thieves, but things seem kinda chilly so far this weekend." She watched me for a reaction, trying to read me. I was doing my best to give her nothing to grasp on to."It's nothing. College, stress,” I said, grasping, "it manifests itself in weird ways, you know?""Um Hmm" she responded, clearly humoring my attempt. "You know, it reminds me of a story," She began, a faraway smile pulling at her lips."Old Testament or New?" I joked."No, no, not that kind of story" She chuckled. "Back when I was your age, I had a, friend." Her pause was deliciously implicit coming from someone like her. "Things got chilly between us too, and my mom gave me some good advice; she said 'Gin, it's really easy to break someone's heart, if you don't know you're holding it."I suddenly felt something pull at the back of my throat, choking me up slightly."Not that that's relevant here," Ginny said, respecting my cover story, "I just thought it was good advice."She tapped my thigh lightly with her fist, and then got up to leave."What was his name?" I finally managed to get out. She stopped and turned back toward me."Todd."She smiled a knowing smile, and headed off, leaving me with her wisdom.That night, after an uneventful, yet delicious dinner, followed by some scary stories around the campfire that all seemed to have a rather biblical moral point at their center, we piled into our tents to sleep. But all I did was toss and turn.

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Chapter 18: Stephanie says good byeBy LiminallySpaced. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.Hot, wet lips raced up and down the length of my cock. Hands stroked me rhythmically and squeezed my churning balls."Yeah, baby, fuck, yes," I chanted, the hot boil of explosive love building inside me.Wet, wanton slurps came in time as her lips slipped off my cock on each stroke. Her eyes never left mine. "Um Hmm, umm hmm" she moaned into my rod, her head bobbing deliciously and with purpose, summoning the pleasure out of my body."Fuck, I'm gonna cum, baby, I'm gonna cum!" I bellowed, my body beginning to buzz.Pulling her lips off me she never broke eye contact, and never stopped stroking. Licking her lips, with a smile she moaned out "Do it, baby, cum for me ;  I want it all over me!"Eight hours earlier I was having lunch with Tara, my cock securely in my pants, when my stomach dropped like a rock."Am I what?" I croaked out.I had come to this get-together specifically because I needed someone to talk to about the text message I received last night, and my response to it, but Tara had prepared other things on the menu, things I was not expecting."Are you having an affair with Kerri?" She said bluntly. There was no judgment in her eyes that I could see, but I think she was waiting for my reply, ready to size me up. I was bad at lying in general, and terrible at lying to Tara, but I wasn't sure I was ready to spill the details on something even I wasn't totally sure of."What would make you even ask that?" I said, trying to match her cool."I thought it was weird that you were just hanging around her house after everyone left," she began, an interrogative glint in her eye, "so after we talked I hung around too, and I watched you sneak around the back and go in through the back door.""I'm not having an affair with Kerri," I said truthfully, but also feeling my skin get hot as she had me dead to rights."Then what? Were you robbing her? I didn't see Mike leave, did you have a three way with them or something?" Tara's smooth, pale leg bounced and crossed over her knee as she chipped away at me."Ok, ok, enough," I sighed in defeat. It was no use, she was going to get it out of me eventually. I looked at Tara. She had an eyebrow cocked that combined with her bouncing leg I couldn't tell if it was impatience, or excitement. Either way I had to fess up. I took a deep breath. "I was helping Kerri with a, problem.""A problem?" Tara repeated, intrigued by my vagueness."Yes," I continued. "So the night of the graduation party, after I saw, you know, "The corner of her lip crested up briefly into a smile as she remembered how I secretly watched her and my next door neighbor Sarah have hot sex mere feet from my face.“ well when I got back to my car, I caught Mike and Kerri fucking in my back seat." I said quietly."Ooh, good for them," Tara said with a smile, leaning in to hear more."Yeah, well, Kerri caught me peeping, and at the party last night she pulled me aside to tell me that it really turned her on.""So what's the problem?" Tara said, not seeing the full picture."Well apparently Mike hasn't been getting the job done; he cums too fast. So since me watching them turned her on so much,” I paused not for effect, but a little hesitant to tell this to anyone, even Tara, “ she asked me if I'd secretly watch them have sex so she could finally get to cum."Tara took it all in for a minute."Wow, Tim, that's pretty wild," she said with a chuckle, "I wish you had just told me, I would have loved to have joined you; just like old times!" She winked at me, and my cock twitched as I thought about the voyeuristic experience we shared, watching Sarah get fucked. "So what did you do, just stand there? Or did you, you know,” she said, making a sly jerk off motion with her hand."She told me she'd be insulted if I didn't, so I stood there in the shadows behind a book case and jerked off while I watched them fuck. But I,” I caught myself before I got really into the weeds about my request of Kerri, and the photo she sent me. "Nevermind.""Well, did it work?" She said, all in on this story, "did she cum?""Oh yeah, big time," I said with a slight chuckle. Tara matched it."And, did you?" She said, dipping down into a syrupy sultry tone."No," I said, "they finished before I did, and I felt weird about just standing there jerking off in the shadows, so I bailed.""Aww," Tara said in a disappointed tone. She seemed legitimately sad to hear I didn't cum. "So what's Kerri's body like?""Fantastic. She's got that athletic thickness, and her tits, oh my god.""Really?" Tara said, eyes going wide"Yeah," I continued, "big, juicy, amazing tits." I pictured those amazing tits in my mind's eye, splattered in cum."Are you gonna do it again, or was it a one time thing?""I honestly don't know. I'm not sure I want to do it again." My first lie. I did want to do it again. I wanted to see those tits painted in cum for real."Uh huh,” Tara said skeptically. Like I said, I was terrible at lying to her. "Mike and Kerri,” she said wistfully, “ can't say I wouldn't like to see that."I chuckled nervously, not quite sure how to respond to that statement. Regaining my composure, I tried to start in on what I really wanted to talk about, but I watched Tara's gaze leave my own and follow someone's movement behind me."Speaking of tits," she said in amazement, "that girl who just came in behind us is STACKED."The drop in my stomach returned. The previous two times Tara and I had come here for lunch, my path had crossed with Rachel, the big-titted church girl who I hooked up with after her prom. I turned as slyly as I could to see the object of Tara's ogling eyes, and sure enough, sitting down for lunch with the same male friend as before was Rachel. And boy was Tara right.Beneath the low neckline of her summer sundress her large tits were held up high and proud, a tasteful amount of deep cleavage presented to the world. My cock surged momentarily as I looked at her exposed collar bone and flat of her chest, and remembered that streak of my cum that had clung to it."That's Rachel," I said, turning back toward Tara before being spotted, "the girl I went to prom with.""The church girl who was grossed out by your cum?""Yeah," I said bashfully."I see," she said mischievously, taking a sip of her drink, "so what was it you wanted to talk about, anyway?"I had wanted to talk about the text message I got last night, and what I should do about it, but I was so all over the place at this point between admitting my voyeuristic fling with Kerri, and seeing Rachel again that I just bailed."Eh, nevermind, it's not a big deal," I lied, and brushed it off. Truth was it was a big deal, but one I was going to have to handle myself. Tara sensed I wasn't being entirely truthful, but she didn't press the issue. We just went back to our food and enjoyed our time together.After paying the check, Tara went off to the bathroom, and I looked over at Rachel. Her companion had also gotten up for the moment, and she was alone. I couldn't hide this time, and our eyes met. This was silly. We had shared an awkward sexual moment, sure, but that didn't mean we couldn't ever talk to each other again!Steeling myself for the worst, I walked over to say hi. She met me with a polite smile, but I think she was as nervous about this as I was."Hey!" I opened with, trying to keep it casual, "long time no see!" We both chuckled nervously. "This was the third time I had seen you here, so..I figured it would be impolite to say hi.""Yeah, it's crazy we keep crossing paths like this. How've you been?"I had just begun to continue our small talk when I felt a hand slither across my shoulders, and another across my stomach."Tim, can we go now? You promised me some more after lunch!" Tara said as she wriggled her body close to mine. I tensed up. What was she doing?"I..uh.." I had no idea what to do, so I continued to be polite. "Rachel, this is Tara, Tara, this is Rachel."Tara reached out her hand, and Rachel reluctantly met it to shake."Pleasure to meet you," Tara said, before laying it on extra thick "Oh my god, you've got such amazing breasts!"I went beet red"Um..thanks?" Rachel said, starting to flush herself."I'm so jealous, seriously," Tara continued ridiculously, "but then again I've never had any complaints, and I guess I've still got plenty of canvas for my little artist here, don't I?"Now Tara and I had shared some intense experiences, but there was always still a distance maintained between us. A tension. When Tara pulled herself back into me, all of a sudden that distance was gone, and for the very first time, in service of a crass joke, we kissed. It was a thick, over the top, sloppy kiss at first, but then there was an electricity that passed between us. The world fell away, and there we were, Tim and Tara, tasting each others' lips for the first time.It was a good kiss.When the kiss finally broke, it took a moment for each of us to come back to earth, and then breathlessly, Tara launched back into her schtick."It was lovely to meet you, Rachel," she said, looking back at Rachel, whose chest and neck had flushed fully red at our display, "But we have to go - he promised he'd paint me again after lunch." Tara's hand snaked down to the front of my pants. "I just love it when he paints me," she said with a wink as she squeezed my cock. My hard cock. Feeling the bar in my pants, she broke character for a minute, shooting me a surprised look.Like I said, it was a good kiss.I gave an embarrassed wave to Rachel, and headed off, the level of mortification I felt matched only by the amount of arousal."You are fucking insane," I said to Tara as we left the cafe."I know, but she deserved it," Tara said with a smile. "Hey what are you up to tonight?" She said after an awkward moment of silence."I've got plans, unfortunately" I said back. It was true. I was meeting the sender of that text message, but suddenly, suddenly I felt the urge to cancel. "Why, you have some, painting, that needs to be done?" I said with a wink.Tara chuckled, a broad smile spreading across her lips. I saw the faintest flush of red surge into her cheeks."Just call me soon then, ok?" She said, punching me in the arm. She pulled me in for a hug, holding me tight. I felt her breasts push against my chest. Her nipples were hard.She waved at me, and sauntered off.Back home I headed to my computer. A surge of excitement pulsed through me as I thought about the email I had received last night from Kerri, and more so the email I had sent in return. I had pushed the envelope, and I had no idea how it would be received, so when I saw I had an email from her waiting, my stomach dropped. Would it be the next ante up in this game we were playing? Or would it be a scathing indictment of my perviness, with a firm "fuck off" as a sign off?Before I could click to find out, my attention was grabbed by another alert; a new instant message. From Rachel.The excitement returned, and I opened it."I didn't know you were an artist!" it read. I smiled."Haha I dabble." I returned."I bet!"I sent back a winking emoji, and decided to leave it at that. Feeling a renewed sense of power, and a familiar tingle in my balls, I opened Kerri's email. I smiled at what I read."The face, huh? HUmm I don't know if we're ready for that," I read, my excitement beginning to wane, until I read the second line. "But that doesn't mean we can't work up to it ;)"There was an image attached. My balls began to tingle. I opened it.It was another selfie, but cropped much closer than the one before. A hint of a red blouse framed what little of her shoulders could be seen, as the majority of the frame was taken up by a direct shot into Kerri's open mouth. Inside her mouth, draped across her tongue and displayed for the lens of her camera, and for my enjoyment, was a thick pool of white.My cock grew rock hard.Kerri was clearly ready to continue playing this game, and as I stared into the cum-filled mouth of my friend's girlfriend, my mind raced, picturing her on her knees with his cock in her mouth, feeling it pulse and twitch as his balls emptied into her mouth, and then slipping away to document it just for me.I reached for my zipper.KnoCK KnoCK KnoCK - a sudden loud rapping at my door broke my trance and I frantically covered up the window with the explicit image."Hello?" I said not realizing anyone else was in the house.&

Stephanie wants answersBy LiminallySpaced. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.As the get together wound down, I hung back and helped clean up. Denny attempted to do the same, but was finally hustled out of the house by Roberto, who needed a ride home. It was Just Christine and I now, and as we finished tidying up, we sat alone by the shallow end of the pool as the sun got low in the sky."They're a nice group of kids," I said, kicking my feet in the water, "that Denny guy really has the hots for you, huh?"She smiled an embarrassed smile and swiped her long hair back behind her ear."He's harmless. He has the hots for everyone. He and Talia dated for a hot second, but I think she might have been too much bite for his bark.""Yeah, she's something else," I said with a chuckle, "really nice, she cornered me over by the pizza and wouldn't let me leave till we exchanged screen names."Christine laughed, but there was a hesitation to her laugh; a reticence. Had that cold pang of jealousy possibly hit her deep inside like it had me?"So what's going on, Tim, you clearly have something on your mind," she said with a kind timber to her smoky voice."I did, I do. It's, Stephanie.""The girl from the limo?" she said, shifting her hips as one long leg dangled down in the water. Christine knew Stephanie as my prom date. As "the girl from the limo" ;  the girl she saw passionately sucking my cock that night."Yeah," I said.I swear I saw her lightly lick her lips.From there, I just vented fully. I told her everything. The whole story, from the first time I heard Stephanie's orgasmic moans to the night in the limo, to my fracture with Tara, to the first time we had sex, all the way through to the events of last night, Christine listened to it all closely and intently."I'm sorry, that was, a lot," I said timidly once I finished."No, no, don't apologize," she said as she scooted herself closer to me. She placed her hand on my hand. "This is all really emotionally complex, I totally get how much it's been weighing on you. It sounds to me like you were willing to let Stephanie play some games with you, maybe you even enjoyed it, but once she started affecting other people you cared about it became too much, which is all totally understandable." I felt the soft waves made by her dangling leg against my calf. "It sounds to me like she's a very self conscious person, Tim; she wants to protect herself from getting hurt, but she took it too far. I've always thought honesty was the best option. You need to tell Stephanie how you feel, because right now it's up to her to make it right.""Yeah, I don't know, I'm not really interested in talking to her right now." I said, feeling Christine's thumb stroking the back of my hand."When you're ready, of course. Just try not to live with regret, whatever you do.""Thanks, Christine, you're a great friend," I said, pulling her hand up to my mouth to kiss it."My pleasure. You've listened to my struggles enough times, I'm happy to listen to yours for once."Her struggles. I suddenly remembered her struggles. That internal conflict between the godly and the carnal that caused her to break up with her boyfriend in an attempt to stay pure, and led her to the front seat of my car, a spasming cunt, and a mouthful of my cock."And how is 'your struggle,'" I floated.I felt her wading foot brushing my leg as it glided back and forth in the water."I'm, losing," she said, looking up at me with an unmistakable look in her eyes: lust. "But I think I've found a new approach."This time there was no missing her tongue sneaking out to moisten her lips. Her loose button down had fallen off one shoulder, giving me a tantalizing peak at her bikini top."I have desires, needs," she began as she started to run her hand up and down my forearm very suggestively, "I know I can't deny them, but I think I can at least deal with them responsibly, if I have someone responsible who can help me."My cock surged to life."Are you a responsible person, Tim?" she said as her eyes bore a hole through me. My friend, the pastor's daughter, the churchiest girl I knew, was asking me something very, very sinful. And it was hot as fuck."Extremely." I croaked out."There are just certain, rules, we have to abide by, ok?" She said, her breath getting slightly ragged."Ok, Like what kind of rules?" I said, pulse quickening."We can't have sex, in fact I can't let you touch my body at all,” she said, dropping her head. My enthusiasm dropped. I wanted nothing but to run my hands all over her gorgeous body, feel how wet she undoubtedly was.Her eyes slowly lifted to meet mine as she finished her statement.“ but everything from the neck up is fair game."My eyebrows shot up as quickly as my cock."Does that work for you? Are you willing to help me get through the summer?" she said, running her hands over my arm faster, practically jerking it off."Why me?" I asked dumbly. She was my friend, I knew how difficult this all had been for her, and I didn't want my cock to do the thinking for me here."Because I trust you," she said in that smoky, erotic voice of hers, "I know you won't cross any line I don't want to cross. I know you'll be, respectful." That last line had enough syrup on it for a whole stack of pancakes."The neck up is fair game?" I said, hardly believing the offer in front of me. All thoughts of Stephanie were gone from my head as I took in the sight of this wanton, lusty church girl dying for release.Her small bosom rose and fell heavily as she looked me in the eyes and slowly nodded.I decided to put things to the test. My eyes never leaving hers, I slowly reached over with my free hand and softly caressed the curve of her face. Her eyes shut. She exhaled a heavy sigh.I gently ran my thumb over her glistening lips, feeling how soft they were. I felt Christine shake as a chill ran through her. I circled them slowly, as if asking a question.Christine's eyes opened slowly. She looked at me, and as if answering that question, parted her lips and took my entire thumb into her wet mouth with a low moan.Now it was my turn to shudder as a chill ran through my body.Christine's hands slid up and held my wrist steady as she worked my thumb in and out of her mouth slowly. Eyes closed as if in rapture, she lolled my thumb around in her mouth, teasing me with her tongue, savoring every inch that she dragged her lips along.My pulse was racing, my breath was shallow, and my cock was rock hard, desperately fighting to get out of my swim trunks.The light of the low sun behind her framed her in a golden glow, her lovely hair bouncing ever so slightly in the warm summer breeze. Her exposed shoulder rocked forward as she sucked, daring me to touch her perfect skin. Her rigid nipples protruded sharply against the fabric of her bathing suit.Looking at this wanton beauty in front of me, this creature of goodness, haunted by repressed lust, I had had enough. I didn't want to take advantage, but she had rationalized it enough in her own head. This is what she wanted. And she wanted me, trusted me, to be the one to help her.How could I ever refuse?My thumb slipped out of her wet mouth with a slight slurp, I reached my fingers back along her face to the back of her neck, and pulled her gently, but firmly, into a hot kiss.A sigh of relief leapt out of her body excitedly as our lips touched, and almost instantly I felt the warm wriggle of her tongue plunge into my mouth. It was neeful. It was aggressive.I felt her hand grip the inside of my thigh. I groaned in pleasure, and my hand slipped down onto the flat of her upper chest.Christine immediately pulled away from our kiss."I'm serious, Tim, really, neck up only." She said assertively, but not angrily."I'm sorry, it was an accident, really," I stammered. She understood my dilemma. This was new to both of us, and there was going to be a bit of an adjustment period. "But I mean, at the same time,” I said, gesturing down to her hand gripping my inner thigh mere inches below my balls.She smiled a coy, sexy smile, and leaned in close enough to whisper "The rules are You can't touch Me below the neck." I felt her hand start to slide up my thigh. "Is that going to be ok with you?"My cock surged at the double standard. The church had taught her well.I slowly slipped my hand up the back of her neck, and lightly grasped a hand full of her long, brown hair right at the root."So this is ok?" I said, pulling slightly.Christine's mouth hung open as she gasped."Yes," she said through ragged breath, "very ok."I matched her smile with my own and pulled her back in for another kiss.Our tongues sparred breathlessly again, and her hand slipped closer to my balls.Gripping her hair tighter, I tipped her head back, revealing her long, elegant neck. A devilish smile broke out on her lips with an accompanying gasp.I leaned in and began peppering my lips and tongue all over the soft exposed flesh of her neck. From the hollow above her collar bone up to the tip of her chin, I treated her entire neck the same way I treated Stephanie's cunt, and by the sounds Christine was making, it was having a similar effect.Her hand finally gripped my balls through my trunks. She squeezed. I moaned. I felt her throat shuffle beneath my lips as she swallowed some air in near rapture.Suddenly Christine pushed me back, and in a flash she was on top of me. Straddling my hips, our lips met again, but this time there was a new sensation: pressed tight against my cock, gyrating, grinding, was Christine's hot cunt, covered only by the thin material of bathing suit bottoms and short shorts.My hands still tight in her hair, I tipped her head back again, redoubling my efforts on her neck with my lips and tongue as the preacher's daughter rubbed her cunt against my iron-hard cock. I could tell from the way her hands gripped and grabbed at me that pleasure was shooting through her young body.This was going to be tougher than she thought to play by her rules, I think. This girl clearly wanted to fuck.As if she read my mind, Christine all of a sudden rolled herself off of me, and each sucked in air catching our breath. We chuckled at what was transpiring between us, two friends from church, and I watched as Christine ran a cleansing hand around her face, down her neck, over her breasts, across her flat stomach, and down between her legs before quickly pulling away. It made me a little bit sad to see how quickly she removed her hand from between her legs. Christine was clearly a very sexual girl, but her upbringing and religion made her push that part of her so far down. I wondered if she had ever even masturbated before.Wanting nothing more than to make her feel good now, I leaned back in toward her, but her hand on my chest stopped my advancement. She gently pushed me back to my seated position, legs dangling in the water.Dipping in to kiss me once, that devilish smile returned to the church girl's face, and in one smooth motion she slipped her lithe body into the water of the pool.Being in the shallow end, the water barely came up to the crotch of her pants. As she waded her way over to me, the waves lapped at her ass deliciously.There was a fire in her eyes now of pure want. Running her hands impatiently up my thighs, she grasped onto the waistband of my swim trunks and began to pull. Not wanting to stand in the way of what this girl needed, I lifted my hips and shimmied slightly as Christine removed my pants completely, freeing my hard, straining cock to the warm evening air.Never taking my eyes off my proud, erect cock, Christine pushed my legs apart, and sank to her knees between them. A single step ran along the bottom edge of the pool, and when on her knees, this brought the warm, lapping water right up to the bottom of her small breasts, and put her in perfect cocksucking position.But there was something else as well. Before she even touched me, Christine's eyes closed breathlessly, and a pleasurable grin pulled at her lips. Her hands rubbed up and down my bare thighs, and I watched her shift and gyrate as if searching for the perfect position. When her eyes shot open with a gasp and I felt her nails dig into my thighs I knew she had found it: Christine had positioned herself perfectly so the pulsing spray of the pool jet hit her directly on the clit.Invigorated by the new source of pleasure, her hands closed in on me from either side, and I finally felt Christine's fingers wrap around the length of my dick.Now it was my turn to moan.Her hands played with me gently, stroking my shaft, squeezing my big, full balls, all while the pool jets peppered her cunt with a constant stream of pressurized water. She giggled, she smiled. She shook with small euphoric shocks.My cock still in her hands, she leaned up and kissed me on the lips. Almost like a signal that things were about to really heat up, she pulled away from our kiss, licked her lips wet, dropped her head down and took the tip of my cock into her salivating mouth.I gasped loudly.Holding my shaft and balls firmly, not stroking, not squeezing, Christine suckled at the head of my cock with delight. Pressure built in my tip, flaring it out purple and desperate. Her lips and tongue danced around it like she was desperately trying to save a melting ice cream.The entire universe was in the swollen end of my cock, and Christine made a meal out of it. Wet tongue sliding in circles around it, teasing the underside, closed lips sucking in short bursts like I was her own personal lollipop; it felt amazing.I was squirming with each suckle, with each lash of her tongue, and the building pressure made my tip extremely sensitive. It wasn't going to make me cum, but it was an overwhelming sensation of acute pleasure I had never quite experienced before.

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The wealth gap between America's 1% and all the rest of us is wide and getting wider. But it didn't start with us. At least, not all of us.In this 1989 interview author and political activist Barbara Ehrenreich maps out how the rpofessional middle class is shrinking.Get your copy of Fear of Falling by Barbara EhrenreichAs an Amazon Associate, Now I've Heard Everything earns from qualifying purchases.You may also enjoy my interviews with Annabelle Gurwitch and PJ O'Rourke For more vintage interviews with celebrities, leaders, and influencers, subscribe to Now I've Heard Everything on Spotify, Apple Podcasts. and now on YouTubePhoto by David Shankbon#Economy #economics #middleclass #wealth

Broadcaster, author, and mental health advocate Chris Sherlock joins us to discuss Adolescence, a compelling new four-part Netflix drama. The series follows 13-year-old Jamie Miller, arrested for the shocking murder of his classmate, and explores the devastating impact on his school, community, and family. We'll delve into the themes of youth pressures, mental health, and the realities behind this gripping story.

Gripping testimony from the Harlequins dressing-room as Tom Williams persuades club doctor Wendy Chapman to help cover up his act of cheating.But when new footage emerges of Tom appearing to chew on a fake blood capsule, European Rugby prosecutors decide to press charges against the player, his coach and the club.Quins agree a cover story - but will it hold water when matters come to a head at a Bloodgate hearing in central London?Narrator: Ross Kemp Reporter/Interviewer: Chris Jones Writer/Producer: Sam Sheringham Story editor: Tom Fuller Sound design/production: Jesse Howard Digital Producers: Sam Huxley and Stephen Trenchard Assistant producers: Metin Yilmaz, Jack Wood, Mujtaba Ali and Victoria Turner BBC 5 Live Sport podcast editor: Matt Smith Commissioner: Stevie Middleton

FMM bonus episode! Video version available on Spotify!In this episode of Filmmaker Mixer, we sit down with director Robert Rippberger to discuss his latest film, Renner, starring Frankie Muniz, , Violett Beane, and Marcia Gay Harden.Renner is a thrilling psychological drama about a computer genius who develops an AI life coach to guide him in love—only to discover, too late, there is a bug in the system.Rippberger shares insights into the film's unique narrative, his collaboration with the cast, and the creative process behind crafting a gripping psychological experience.Tune in as we explore the inspirations behind Renner, the challenges of indie filmmaking, and what's next for this talented director.

Mental Health, mansions, mysteries and... Mark. That's the mixture of mentions here in this melodrama that takes place in a Las Vegas town. And in the happy ending, we have a toddler who kicks it up a notch when mommy takes something that wasn't theirs.Ad-free episodes, hours of extra 911 Calls content each week, exclusive merch, and early access to all of the 11:59 Media podcasts. Start accessing hundreds of additional hours! Visit 11:59 PLUS or https://www.patreon.com/1159media

Police work is more than just a job — it's a reality that shapes those who serve. And when crime fiction is penned by someone who's lived the job, walked the beat and investigated cases, it carries a different weight. In this episode of the Policing Matters podcast, host Jim Dudley sits down with Dave Case, a retired Chicago Police Department lieutenant who now serves as a police commander in Bridgeview, Illinois. Dave has taken his decades of real-world experience and turned it into compelling crime fiction, with his novel “Out of Cabrini” earning critical acclaim. From his time working in some of Chicago's toughest neighborhoods to his transition into writing, Dave shares an inside look at the realities of policing and how storytelling can capture the complexities of the job. Dave's journey from the frontlines of law enforcement to the pages of crime novels offers a unique and insightful perspective into both the realities of policing and the power of storytelling. About our sponsor This episode of the Policing Matters Podcast is brought to you by Lexipol, the experts in policy, training, wellness support and grants assistance for first responders and government leaders. To learn more, visit lexipol.com.

On this episode, The Operator covers a case of a trial by fire that spanned more than 14 years - a case of mishaps, missed evidence, and miserable legal work. In the Happy Ending, we see how many times the police will tolerate a small bladder. Hugs. ❤️Ad-free episodes, hours of extra 911 Calls content each week, exclusive merch, and early access to all of the 11:59 Media podcasts. Start accessing hundreds of additional hours! Visit 11:59 PLUS or https://www.patreon.com/1159media

Get ready for a thrilling ride into the world of Murderbot Diaries! In this episode, we're diving into 3 shocking short stories that will blow your mind. From sci-fi to mystery, these tales will keep you on the edge of your seat. Join us as we explore the darker side of artificial intelligence and uncover the secrets of Murderbot. What secrets will we uncover? You'll have to listen to find out!#FantasyForTheAges #MurderbotDiaries #Murderbot #scifi #sciencefiction #shortstories #SFF #booktube #booktuberWays to connect with us:Support us on Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/FantasyForTheAges Follow Jim/Father on Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/user/show/13848336-jim-scriven Join us on Discord: https://discord.gg/jMWyVJ6qKk Follow us on "X": @Fantasy4theAges Follow us on Blue Sky: @fantasy4theages.bsky.socialFollow us on Instagram: fantasy_for_the_ages Follow us on Mastodon: @FantasyForTheAges@nerdculture.de Email us: FantasyForTheAges@gmail.com Check out our merch: https://www.newcreationsbyjen.com/collections/fantasyfortheagesJim's Microphone: Blue Yeti https://tinyurl.com/3shpvhb4 ————————————————————————————Music and video elements licensed under Envato Elements:https://elements.envato.com/

The term "pantser" has been used to describe writing a book without an outline. At writers conferences, outlining and "pantsing" (also known as discovery writing) are often framed as rivals. However, most writers fall between the two extremes.I've seen successful authors across that spectrum. What truly matters is finding the method that works best for you.While there are countless books on outlining, there are very few on discovery writing. So how do you learn to "write by the seat of your pants"?In this month's episode, I interviewed bestselling author Steven James, who shared his secrets for discovery writing—the art of writing "by the seat of your pants" while creating gripping stories.He shared✔️ Four questions that can solve any plot problem✔️ What truly drives a great story to a satisfying ending✔️ How to use pivots to surprise and satisfy your readersIf you've ever struggled with outlining or wondered if  "pantsing" could work for you, this episode will give you the guidance and courage to give it a try. Listen in or read the blog version to learn more.Support the show

PopaHALLics #138 "I'm Still Standing"As the Who said: "People try to put us d-down" ... whether the "us" is Elton John, British gangsters, or a smartypants movie critic. But guess what: We're still standing, yeah, yeah, yeah!Streaming:"Elton John: Never Too Late," Disney +. As his final American concert approaches at Dodger Stadium, Elton John looks back at his meteoric rise to success in the 1970s and his 50-year career in this warts-and-all documentary."A Thousand Blows," Hulu. Two best friends from Jamaica (Malachi Kirby and Francis Lovehall) fight for survival in the melting pot of Victorian London. This crime drama series comes from the creator of "Peaky Blinders." "Freud's Last Session," Netflix. On the eve of World War II, Sigmund Freud (Anthony Hopkins) and C.S. Lewis (Matthew Goode) have a charged conversation about family, love and God. Based on a stage play.Books:The David Blake crime fiction series, by Howard Linskey. Blake, a smooth, intelligent white-collar criminal working for a British gangster, tells himself he's not really a bad guy. Until he is. Gripping crime fiction."Movie Freak: My Life Watching Movies," by Owen Gleiberman. The longtime movie critic for Entertainment Weekly explores the movies that shaped him and the ups and downs of his personal and professional lives."Blood in the Tracks: The Minnesota Musicians Behind Dylan's Masterpiece," by Paul Metsa and Rick Shefchik. Dissatisfied with the New York session recordings of five songs on his "Blood on the Tracks" album, Bob Dylan went back to Minnesota to have local musicians re-record them."I'm Mostly Here to Enjoy Myself: One Woman's Pursuit of Pleasure in Paris," by Glynnis MacNicol. After a hermit-like existence in NYC during the pandemic, MacNicol journeys to Paris for friendship, sex, food, sex, etc.Music:Our PopaHALLics #138 Playlist includes Elton John, Bob Dylan's "Blood on the Tracks" songs recorded in Minnesota, and "Vegetable Soul," catchy, soulful songs about produce by Louie Zong.

One hundred years ago, Gabriel Wells, a New York bookseller, committed a crime against history. He broke up the world's greatest book, the Gutenberg Bible, and sold it off in individual pages. In 1921, Wells' audacity scandalized the rare-book world. The Gutenberg was the first substantial book in Europe to have been printed on a printing press. It represented the democratization of knowledge and was the Holy Grail of rare books. In Noble Fragments: The Gripping Story of the Antiquarian Bookseller Who Broke Up a Gutenberg Bible (Scribe, 2024), Michael Visontay describes how Wells's gamble set off a chain of events that changed his family's destiny. Interviewee: Michael Visontay is the Commissioning Editor of The Jewish Independent, and has worked as a journalist and senior editor at The Sydney Morning Herald and The Australian. Host: Schneur Zalman Newfield is an Associate Professor of Sociology and Jewish Studies at Hunter College, City University of New York, and the author of Degrees of Separation: Identity Formation While Leaving Ultra-Orthodox Judaism (Temple University Press). Visit him online at ZalmanNewfield.com. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices Support our show by becoming a premium member! https://newbooksnetwork.supportingcast.fm/new-books-network

One hundred years ago, Gabriel Wells, a New York bookseller, committed a crime against history. He broke up the world's greatest book, the Gutenberg Bible, and sold it off in individual pages. In 1921, Wells' audacity scandalized the rare-book world. The Gutenberg was the first substantial book in Europe to have been printed on a printing press. It represented the democratization of knowledge and was the Holy Grail of rare books. In Noble Fragments: The Gripping Story of the Antiquarian Bookseller Who Broke Up a Gutenberg Bible (Scribe, 2024), Michael Visontay describes how Wells's gamble set off a chain of events that changed his family's destiny. Interviewee: Michael Visontay is the Commissioning Editor of The Jewish Independent, and has worked as a journalist and senior editor at The Sydney Morning Herald and The Australian. Host: Schneur Zalman Newfield is an Associate Professor of Sociology and Jewish Studies at Hunter College, City University of New York, and the author of Degrees of Separation: Identity Formation While Leaving Ultra-Orthodox Judaism (Temple University Press). Visit him online at ZalmanNewfield.com. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices Support our show by becoming a premium member! https://newbooksnetwork.supportingcast.fm/history

One hundred years ago, Gabriel Wells, a New York bookseller, committed a crime against history. He broke up the world's greatest book, the Gutenberg Bible, and sold it off in individual pages. In 1921, Wells' audacity scandalized the rare-book world. The Gutenberg was the first substantial book in Europe to have been printed on a printing press. It represented the democratization of knowledge and was the Holy Grail of rare books. In Noble Fragments: The Gripping Story of the Antiquarian Bookseller Who Broke Up a Gutenberg Bible (Scribe, 2024), Michael Visontay describes how Wells's gamble set off a chain of events that changed his family's destiny. Interviewee: Michael Visontay is the Commissioning Editor of The Jewish Independent, and has worked as a journalist and senior editor at The Sydney Morning Herald and The Australian. Host: Schneur Zalman Newfield is an Associate Professor of Sociology and Jewish Studies at Hunter College, City University of New York, and the author of Degrees of Separation: Identity Formation While Leaving Ultra-Orthodox Judaism (Temple University Press). Visit him online at ZalmanNewfield.com. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices Support our show by becoming a premium member! https://newbooksnetwork.supportingcast.fm/literary-studies

One hundred years ago, Gabriel Wells, a New York bookseller, committed a crime against history. He broke up the world's greatest book, the Gutenberg Bible, and sold it off in individual pages. In 1921, Wells' audacity scandalized the rare-book world. The Gutenberg was the first substantial book in Europe to have been printed on a printing press. It represented the democratization of knowledge and was the Holy Grail of rare books. In Noble Fragments: The Gripping Story of the Antiquarian Bookseller Who Broke Up a Gutenberg Bible (Scribe, 2024), Michael Visontay describes how Wells's gamble set off a chain of events that changed his family's destiny. Interviewee: Michael Visontay is the Commissioning Editor of The Jewish Independent, and has worked as a journalist and senior editor at The Sydney Morning Herald and The Australian. Host: Schneur Zalman Newfield is an Associate Professor of Sociology and Jewish Studies at Hunter College, City University of New York, and the author of Degrees of Separation: Identity Formation While Leaving Ultra-Orthodox Judaism (Temple University Press). Visit him online at ZalmanNewfield.com. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices Support our show by becoming a premium member! https://newbooksnetwork.supportingcast.fm/biography

One hundred years ago, Gabriel Wells, a New York bookseller, committed a crime against history. He broke up the world's greatest book, the Gutenberg Bible, and sold it off in individual pages. In 1921, Wells' audacity scandalized the rare-book world. The Gutenberg was the first substantial book in Europe to have been printed on a printing press. It represented the democratization of knowledge and was the Holy Grail of rare books. In Noble Fragments: The Gripping Story of the Antiquarian Bookseller Who Broke Up a Gutenberg Bible (Scribe, 2024), Michael Visontay describes how Wells's gamble set off a chain of events that changed his family's destiny. Interviewee: Michael Visontay is the Commissioning Editor of The Jewish Independent, and has worked as a journalist and senior editor at The Sydney Morning Herald and The Australian. Host: Schneur Zalman Newfield is an Associate Professor of Sociology and Jewish Studies at Hunter College, City University of New York, and the author of Degrees of Separation: Identity Formation While Leaving Ultra-Orthodox Judaism (Temple University Press). Visit him online at ZalmanNewfield.com. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices Support our show by becoming a premium member! https://newbooksnetwork.supportingcast.fm/american-studies

One hundred years ago, Gabriel Wells, a New York bookseller, committed a crime against history. He broke up the world's greatest book, the Gutenberg Bible, and sold it off in individual pages. In 1921, Wells' audacity scandalized the rare-book world. The Gutenberg was the first substantial book in Europe to have been printed on a printing press. It represented the democratization of knowledge and was the Holy Grail of rare books. In Noble Fragments: The Gripping Story of the Antiquarian Bookseller Who Broke Up a Gutenberg Bible (Scribe, 2024), Michael Visontay describes how Wells's gamble set off a chain of events that changed his family's destiny. Interviewee: Michael Visontay is the Commissioning Editor of The Jewish Independent, and has worked as a journalist and senior editor at The Sydney Morning Herald and The Australian. Host: Schneur Zalman Newfield is an Associate Professor of Sociology and Jewish Studies at Hunter College, City University of New York, and the author of Degrees of Separation: Identity Formation While Leaving Ultra-Orthodox Judaism (Temple University Press). Visit him online at ZalmanNewfield.com. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices Support our show by becoming a premium member! https://newbooksnetwork.supportingcast.fm/biblical-studies

Even the most glamorous stately homes hide secrets and lies from the past... When Flora receives a shocking telegram about her father's sudden death in a riding accident, she rushes back to her chi... Uitgegeven door SAGA Egmont Spreker: Jane McDowell

One hundred years ago, Gabriel Wells, a New York bookseller, committed a crime against history. He broke up the world's greatest book, the Gutenberg Bible, and sold it off in individual pages. In 1921, Wells' audacity scandalized the rare-book world. The Gutenberg was the first substantial book in Europe to have been printed on a printing press. It represented the democratization of knowledge and was the Holy Grail of rare books. In Noble Fragments: The Gripping Story of the Antiquarian Bookseller Who Broke Up a Gutenberg Bible (Scribe, 2024), Michael Visontay describes how Wells's gamble set off a chain of events that changed his family's destiny. Interviewee: Michael Visontay is the Commissioning Editor of The Jewish Independent, and has worked as a journalist and senior editor at The Sydney Morning Herald and The Australian. Host: Schneur Zalman Newfield is an Associate Professor of Sociology and Jewish Studies at Hunter College, City University of New York, and the author of Degrees of Separation: Identity Formation While Leaving Ultra-Orthodox Judaism (Temple University Press). Visit him online at ZalmanNewfield.com. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices Support our show by becoming a premium member! https://newbooksnetwork.supportingcast.fm/book-of-the-day

182 - Boo-Dreaux • AligetterIn this episode, The Operator heads to Vegas - a town near Pahrump, Nevada. He covers the call and case of a man and his unwanted, wanted lover, guest, and trespasser… all in one fateful night. And on the Happy Ending, alligators and wrestlers. Who will win? Hugs. ❤️Ad-free episodes, and hours of extra 911 Calls content each week, exclusive merch, and early access to all of the 11:59 Media podcasts. Start accessing hundreds of additional hours! Visit 11:59 PLUS or https://www.patreon.com/1159media

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On a Bench, Waiting for the TrainAt the village station, under a long wooden canopy, steel tracks ran on both sides, allowing trains to speed past in a blur. But every now and then, some would stop, only for a moment, before continuing their journey after passengers had disembarked and boarded.Grandfather had promised many times to take his grandson to visit the train station near their home, and now they were finally there. Standing on the platform, the boy waited with eager anticipation—his first time seeing a train arrive.After a few minutes, a bell rang, followed by an announcement:"Train number 75265 arriving on Track 2. Coming from here, going there. Please pay attention and board if it's yours. It won't wait long—it's running late, as usual…"Soon, the locomotive appeared in the distance, approaching rapidly before slowing to a stop in front of them.The boy had never seen anything so overwhelming. Gripping his grandfather's trousers, he shrank back and cried out:"Help, help, help!"To his eyes, the train was a towering iron giant, covered in strange designs, exuding mystery. A moving machine on rails. A long, mechanical serpent, fast as lightning—imposing, unfamiliar, and yet… fascinating.Passengers stepped out of the open carriage doors, while others hurried aboard. Some people rushed back and forth, luggage in hand, checking schedules on glowing boards before boarding their trains to destinations unknown."Maybe it's not a monster after all. The grown-ups aren't scared like I am."The boy tried to be brave, glancing up at his grandfather, who smiled and took his hand. They lingered at the station for a while, sitting on a bench, watching trains come and go, the stationmaster blowing his whistle, the endless movement of travelers.As the sun dipped below the horizon, Grandfather bought two ice creams—strawberry and pistachio—from the station café. Enjoying their sweet treats, they strolled home, hearts light with happiness. A few days later, it was the boy's birthday. Grandfather never had any doubt about what to give him. They returned to the station, and after purchasing two tickets, he said:"Now you're old enough to travel. So today, we set off on your first adventure. And just wait—when you grow up, you'll have so many more!"But these were no ordinary tickets.When the station clerk heard it was the boy's first train journey, he called over the Stationmaster. With a knowing smile, the Stationmaster reached into his pocket and handed them two colorful tickets that read:Destination: End of the Line StationTrain Number: 18674Valid for: Round TripPlatform: 2 and 1/2, almost 3Valid in: Sun, rain, snow, or windIncludes: Popcorn and souvenir"Huh, how odd," Grandfather thought, scratching his head beneath his hat."But everyone knows you can always trust the Stationmaster."And so, hand in hand, they made their way to Platform 2 and 1/2, almost 3.A few benches were occupied by waiting passengers, but one was free. They sat side by side. Excitement buzzed in the air like migrating birds, their imaginations already soaring as a soft breeze brushed their faces.The train was arriving!A whistle. The screech of brakes. The hum of engines. The overhead speakers announced:"Attention, attention! Train Number 18674 is now at the station. Departure imminent for the End of the Line Station. The weather is uncertain, but that's fine—nothing to be done about it anyway. Fresh, crunchy popcorn will be served throughout the journey."The train slowed to a full stop, and with a gentle creak, its doors swung open. No one got off, but many climbed aboard, quickly filling the seats—except for one at the back of the carriage.Grandfather settled into it, placing his grandson on his lap. The boy felt safe there.With wide eyes, he took in the strange world around him. Some seats faced forward, others backward."Which ones were pointing the right way?"He wondered for a moment, then, with a spark of imagination, transformed the passengers into pieces on a grand chessboard, ready for a fantastic game.A tall, broad-shouldered man with a long beard stood at the front."Aha! An ogre!"Beside him, a plump woman with strong features."Definitely the ogress!"At the center, a blonde girl with blue eyes, absorbed in her phone."A princess!"A heavily tattooed man with multiple earrings and a face full of stories."An explorer!"Further back, a young woman in a wide-brimmed straw hat, wearing flowing clothes and bracelets that jingled softly."A traveler!""How could all these different characters fit into the same story?"As he pondered, the train whistled louder, gliding through plains, tunnels, and hills until the voice overhead declared:"Attention, attention! The train is arriving at End of the Line Station. All passengers, prepare to disembark."A gentle deceleration. A smooth stop."Wow! Amazing!"Instead of opening, the train's side panels lowered to the ground, forming ramps leading directly onto the platform.A light mist veiled the station, but an irresistible scent of roasted treats and cotton candy filled the air. Following the sweet aroma, the passengers arrived at a vast square where a statue in the center spouted water from its enormous mouth, surrounded by a fantastic garden.As the mist lifted, a flock of brightly colored, chattering parrots burst into view, circling above.Then, suddenly—"Look, look! What a surprise!"They all exclaimed in unison.Mary Poppins, on a bicycle, umbrella in hand, was pedaling through the garden."Why are you here?" the parrots asked, curious and mischievous."I'm collecting children's wishes in my upturned umbrella," she replied. "My chimney sweep friends will carry them home, transforming them into dreams ready to come true.""Craa, craa! We have a wish too! To fly around the world, with no destination, no hurry!""Very well," Mary Poppins smiled. "And what's your address for the dream delivery?"The parrots twirled in the air, singing:"Craa, craa! The street that isn't there, in the invisible house at number no-number! Bye-bye, Mary Poppins! We're free—craa, craa—we're off to dream!"She waved farewell and pedaled away.In the enchanted garden, stalls overflowed with sweets, magical rides spun, enchanted toys lay scattered, and a marvelous cart brimmed with books that turned their pages with a mere thought. An ancient talking tree told fairy tales, offering juicy, special fruits to those who listened.The parrots, flitting here and there, served as slightly distracted guides, leading the travelers left and right. A small group was following the man who looked like an ogre.He walked with determination, carrying a large suitcase, and was followed by his wife, who held a half-open bag overflowing with all sorts of trinkets. Behind them came the explorer, the blue-eyed princess, and finally, the tourist with the straw hat.Guided by the parrots, they made their way toward a strange building at the edge of the square. As they got closer, they realized it was an old, neglected theater—worn with time but still holding a certain architectural charm. The scent of dust and aged wood drifted from the slightly open door, adding to the place's mysterious atmosphere.The five peculiar characters were none other than actors, ready to perform a show filled with surprises, illusions, and wonders. Entry was free.Inside the theater, soft music played in the background, audible even from outside, leading them toward the stage.The enchantment of the place and sheer curiosity drew in all the other travelers as well, including the grandfather and grandson, who stepped inside to witness an unexpected spectacle.They had barely found their seats—worn and faded with age—when suddenly, white doves appeared, fluttering above their heads.The ogre revealed himself to be, in fact, a magician. With a swift motion, a breath, and—pluff!—his costume changed in an instant. Then again. And again.At the sides of the stage, a hall of mirrors distorted objects into strange shapes, while hidden playing cards appeared and vanished within the audience's seats, mixing together as if by magic. Yet, no matter what, the magician always seemed to guess the chosen card correctly.Suddenly, as if by enchantment, the princess and the explorer appeared. Behind them, sparks of fire shaped like stars filled the theater."What a show, what a marvel!"The entire stage lit up as the magician, waving his wand in the air like a conductor, brought forth a waltz. At its rhythm, the two actors, now transformed into dancers, moved gracefully to the music. Under the magician's guidance, they floated into the air, performing acrobatics.Meanwhile, the magician's wife—who was a bit of a sorceress herself—stepped onto the stage, opened her bag of trinkets, and out came balls, rings, and juggling pins. The tourist in the straw hat appeared beside her, and together, they began a dazzling juggling act, perfectly in sync with the music.As the waltz neared its end, both the dancers and the jugglers vanished in a cloud of smoke and lights. Incredibly, even the stage itself disappeared.The audience held their breath, stunned and enchanted, before bursting into applause, smiling in amazement as the Ogre Magician bowed deeply in gratitude.The show had come to an end.Still astonished, the travelers left the theater, but the magic followed them as they made their way back toward the station.The whole town felt like an enchantment, and at the heart of it were the grandson and his grandfather—unexpected protagonists of a timeless adventure. So great was their wonder that they had lost track of how long they had been there.Guided once again by the flitting parrots, they returned to the main square along with all the other passengers. From the nearby station, glowing signs signaled the imminent departure of Train 18674."Attention, attention! Train Number 18674 has arrived at the station. Departure imminent for destination: Return Station. Weather still uncertain, but no need to worry. Hot popcorn, souvenir postcards, and an almost-magic wand included in the ticket price."As the travelers boarded, the parrots fluttered in farewell, then soared toward the horizon, disappearing alongside Mary Poppins.The train pulled away slowly, smoothly. From the windows, passengers watched as the enchanted town faded into the mist once more.In the blink of an eye, they were back where they had started: the small village station.As the train glided through the mist, the village slowly reappeared.In the warm light of a summer evening, the passengers stepped off one by one, still in awe of the unexpected journey. They whispered among themselves, exchanging impressions of what they had just experienced.Grandfather and grandson decided to stop for an ice cream before heading home. They walked over to the station café and, without hesitation, ordered two cones with their favorite flavors: strawberry and pistachio.Just as they took their first bites, they turned toward the tracks—and froze.The train that had taken them on their journey was gone.Not only that—the other passengers had vanished too, without leaving a trace.From behind the station clock's column, the Stationmaster appeared, his satchel slung across his shoulder and his signal paddle in hand. He raised his head, tipped his hat with a smile, and then, whistling softly, strolled down the empty platform.Grandfather and the boy waved enthusiastically before taking each other's hand. As they walked home, savoring their strawberry and pistachio ice creams, they talked happily about their extraordinary adventure.It almost felt like a dream.But, as everyone knows, reality and fantasy often walk hand in hand.Just like the grandfather and the child, making their way home, bathed in the golden hues of sunset.

On a Bench, Waiting for the TrainAt the village station, under a long wooden canopy, steel tracks ran on both sides, allowing trains to speed past in a blur. But every now and then, some would stop, only for a moment, before continuing their journey after passengers had disembarked and boarded.Grandfather had promised many times to take his grandson to visit the train station near their home, and now they were finally there. Standing on the platform, the boy waited with eager anticipation—his first time seeing a train arrive.After a few minutes, a bell rang, followed by an announcement:"Train number 75265 arriving on Track 2. Coming from here, going there. Please pay attention and board if it's yours. It won't wait long—it's running late, as usual…"Soon, the locomotive appeared in the distance, approaching rapidly before slowing to a stop in front of them.The boy had never seen anything so overwhelming. Gripping his grandfather's trousers, he shrank back and cried out:"Help, help, help!"To his eyes, the train was a towering iron giant, covered in strange designs, exuding mystery. A moving machine on rails. A long, mechanical serpent, fast as lightning—imposing, unfamiliar, and yet… fascinating.Passengers stepped out of the open carriage doors, while others hurried aboard. Some people rushed back and forth, luggage in hand, checking schedules on glowing boards before boarding their trains to destinations unknown."Maybe it's not a monster after all. The grown-ups aren't scared like I am."The boy tried to be brave, glancing up at his grandfather, who smiled and took his hand. They lingered at the station for a while, sitting on a bench, watching trains come and go, the stationmaster blowing his whistle, the endless movement of travelers.As the sun dipped below the horizon, Grandfather bought two ice creams—strawberry and pistachio—from the station café. Enjoying their sweet treats, they strolled home, hearts light with happiness. A few days later, it was the boy's birthday. Grandfather never had any doubt about what to give him. They returned to the station, and after purchasing two tickets, he said:"Now you're old enough to travel. So today, we set off on your first adventure. And just wait—when you grow up, you'll have so many more!"But these were no ordinary tickets.When the station clerk heard it was the boy's first train journey, he called over the Stationmaster. With a knowing smile, the Stationmaster reached into his pocket and handed them two colorful tickets that read:Destination: End of the Line StationTrain Number: 18674Valid for: Round TripPlatform: 2 and 1/2, almost 3Valid in: Sun, rain, snow, or windIncludes: Popcorn and souvenir"Huh, how odd," Grandfather thought, scratching his head beneath his hat."But everyone knows you can always trust the Stationmaster."And so, hand in hand, they made their way to Platform 2 and 1/2, almost 3.A few benches were occupied by waiting passengers, but one was free. They sat side by side. Excitement buzzed in the air like migrating birds, their imaginations already soaring as a soft breeze brushed their faces.The train was arriving!A whistle. The screech of brakes. The hum of engines. The overhead speakers announced:"Attention, attention! Train Number 18674 is now at the station. Departure imminent for the End of the Line Station. The weather is uncertain, but that's fine—nothing to be done about it anyway. Fresh, crunchy popcorn will be served throughout the journey."The train slowed to a full stop, and with a gentle creak, its doors swung open. No one got off, but many climbed aboard, quickly filling the seats—except for one at the back of the carriage.Grandfather settled into it, placing his grandson on his lap. The boy felt safe there.With wide eyes, he took in the strange world around him. Some seats faced forward, others backward."Which ones were pointing the right way?"He wondered for a moment, then, with a spark of imagination, transformed the passengers into pieces on a grand chessboard, ready for a fantastic game.A tall, broad-shouldered man with a long beard stood at the front."Aha! An ogre!"Beside him, a plump woman with strong features."Definitely the ogress!"At the center, a blonde girl with blue eyes, absorbed in her phone."A princess!"A heavily tattooed man with multiple earrings and a face full of stories."An explorer!"Further back, a young woman in a wide-brimmed straw hat, wearing flowing clothes and bracelets that jingled softly."A traveler!""How could all these different characters fit into the same story?"As he pondered, the train whistled louder, gliding through plains, tunnels, and hills until the voice overhead declared:"Attention, attention! The train is arriving at End of the Line Station. All passengers, prepare to disembark."A gentle deceleration. A smooth stop."Wow! Amazing!"Instead of opening, the train's side panels lowered to the ground, forming ramps leading directly onto the platform.A light mist veiled the station, but an irresistible scent of roasted treats and cotton candy filled the air. Following the sweet aroma, the passengers arrived at a vast square where a statue in the center spouted water from its enormous mouth, surrounded by a fantastic garden.As the mist lifted, a flock of brightly colored, chattering parrots burst into view, circling above.Then, suddenly—"Look, look! What a surprise!"They all exclaimed in unison.Mary Poppins, on a bicycle, umbrella in hand, was pedaling through the garden."Why are you here?" the parrots asked, curious and mischievous."I'm collecting children's wishes in my upturned umbrella," she replied. "My chimney sweep friends will carry them home, transforming them into dreams ready to come true.""Craa, craa! We have a wish too! To fly around the world, with no destination, no hurry!""Very well," Mary Poppins smiled. "And what's your address for the dream delivery?"The parrots twirled in the air, singing:"Craa, craa! The street that isn't there, in the invisible house at number no-number! Bye-bye, Mary Poppins! We're free—craa, craa—we're off to dream!"She waved farewell and pedaled away.In the enchanted garden, stalls overflowed with sweets, magical rides spun, enchanted toys lay scattered, and a marvelous cart brimmed with books that turned their pages with a mere thought. An ancient talking tree told fairy tales, offering juicy, special fruits to those who listened.The parrots, flitting here and there, served as slightly distracted guides, leading the travelers left and right. A small group was following the man who looked like an ogre.He walked with determination, carrying a large suitcase, and was followed by his wife, who held a half-open bag overflowing with all sorts of trinkets. Behind them came the explorer, the blue-eyed princess, and finally, the tourist with the straw hat.Guided by the parrots, they made their way toward a strange building at the edge of the square. As they got closer, they realized it was an old, neglected theater—worn with time but still holding a certain architectural charm. The scent of dust and aged wood drifted from the slightly open door, adding to the place's mysterious atmosphere.The five peculiar characters were none other than actors, ready to perform a show filled with surprises, illusions, and wonders. Entry was free.Inside the theater, soft music played in the background, audible even from outside, leading them toward the stage.The enchantment of the place and sheer curiosity drew in all the other travelers as well, including the grandfather and grandson, who stepped inside to witness an unexpected spectacle.They had barely found their seats—worn and faded with age—when suddenly, white doves appeared, fluttering above their heads.The ogre revealed himself to be, in fact, a magician. With a swift motion, a breath, and—pluff!—his costume changed in an instant. Then again. And again.At the sides of the stage, a hall of mirrors distorted objects into strange shapes, while hidden playing cards appeared and vanished within the audience's seats, mixing together as if by magic. Yet, no matter what, the magician always seemed to guess the chosen card correctly.Suddenly, as if by enchantment, the princess and the explorer appeared. Behind them, sparks of fire shaped like stars filled the theater."What a show, what a marvel!"The entire stage lit up as the magician, waving his wand in the air like a conductor, brought forth a waltz. At its rhythm, the two actors, now transformed into dancers, moved gracefully to the music. Under the magician's guidance, they floated into the air, performing acrobatics.Meanwhile, the magician's wife—who was a bit of a sorceress herself—stepped onto the stage, opened her bag of trinkets, and out came balls, rings, and juggling pins. The tourist in the straw hat appeared beside her, and together, they began a dazzling juggling act, perfectly in sync with the music.As the waltz neared its end, both the dancers and the jugglers vanished in a cloud of smoke and lights. Incredibly, even the stage itself disappeared.The audience held their breath, stunned and enchanted, before bursting into applause, smiling in amazement as the Ogre Magician bowed deeply in gratitude.The show had come to an end.Still astonished, the travelers left the theater, but the magic followed them as they made their way back toward the station.The whole town felt like an enchantment, and at the heart of it were the grandson and his grandfather—unexpected protagonists of a timeless adventure. So great was their wonder that they had lost track of how long they had been there.Guided once again by the flitting parrots, they returned to the main square along with all the other passengers. From the nearby station, glowing signs signaled the imminent departure of Train 18674."Attention, attention! Train Number 18674 has arrived at the station. Departure imminent for destination: Return Station. Weather still uncertain, but no need to worry. Hot popcorn, souvenir postcards, and an almost-magic wand included in the ticket price."As the travelers boarded, the parrots fluttered in farewell, then soared toward the horizon, disappearing alongside Mary Poppins.The train pulled away slowly, smoothly. From the windows, passengers watched as the enchanted town faded into the mist once more.In the blink of an eye, they were back where they had started: the small village station.As the train glided through the mist, the village slowly reappeared.In the warm light of a summer evening, the passengers stepped off one by one, still in awe of the unexpected journey. They whispered among themselves, exchanging impressions of what they had just experienced.Grandfather and grandson decided to stop for an ice cream before heading home. They walked over to the station café and, without hesitation, ordered two cones with their favorite flavors: strawberry and pistachio.Just as they took their first bites, they turned toward the tracks—and froze.The train that had taken them on their journey was gone.Not only that—the other passengers had vanished too, without leaving a trace.From behind the station clock's column, the Stationmaster appeared, his satchel slung across his shoulder and his signal paddle in hand. He raised his head, tipped his hat with a smile, and then, whistling softly, strolled down the empty platform.Grandfather and the boy waved enthusiastically before taking each other's hand. As they walked home, savoring their strawberry and pistachio ice creams, they talked happily about their extraordinary adventure.It almost felt like a dream.But, as everyone knows, reality and fantasy often walk hand in hand.Just like the grandfather and the child, making their way home, bathed in the golden hues of sunset. Each story is currently written and narrated in both Italian and English.The translation from Italian (the original language) to English and the reading of the stories are performed using Generative Artificial Intelligence — which perhaps has a touch of magic... We hope it has done a good job!If you like it, make sure to tell your friends, family, and teachers, and subscribe to this podcast to stay updated. You'll be able to read or listen to new stories as soon as they become available. Visit us On The Official Website https://www.storiesottolestelle.com/

Chapter 1 What's Billion Dollar Whale by Tom Wright"Billion Dollar Whale: The Man Who Fooled Wall Street, Hollywood, and the World" is a nonfiction book co-authored by Tom Wright and Bradley Hope, detailing the infamous 1MDB scandal. The book chronicles the rise and fall of Malaysian financier Jho Low, who allegedly masterminded a massive embezzlement scheme involving the Malaysian government, diverting billions of dollars from a state investment fund, 1MDB. Wright and Hope expose how Low manipulated influential figures across finance and entertainment, including Hollywood stars and major banks, to cement his lavish lifestyle fueled by the stolen funds. Through meticulous investigative reporting, the authors reveal the intricate web of deceit that captivated global attention, showcasing the impact of greed and corruption at the highest levels of power. The book is an engaging read that highlights the lavish spending sprees, extravagant parties, and the eventual unraveling of the scheme leading to international investigations.Chapter 2 Billion Dollar Whale by Tom Wright Summary"Billion Dollar Whale: The Man Who Fooled Wall Street, Hollywood, and the World" is a non-fiction book co-authored by Tom Wright and Bradley Hope that tells the fascinating and shocking true story of the 1MDB scandal, a massive financial fraud in Malaysia that involved billions of dollars. Overview:The book centers around Jho Low, a Malaysian financier who masterminded the largest theft in the history of finance, stealing an estimated $4.5 billion from the 1Malaysia Development Berhad (1MDB), a state investment fund. Low's operation involved a complex series of financial maneuvers that fooled governments, banks, and high-profile celebrities. Key Themes:Fraud and Deception: The book delves into how Low used deception and manipulation to create an elaborate scheme that defrauded investors and institutions worldwide.Corruption and Power: Wright and Hope examine the interconnectedness of power and money, detailing how Low cultivated relationships with influential figures including politicians, celebrities, and business tycoons to further his schemes.Global Finance and Regulation: The story reveals the weaknesses in global financial systems that allowed such a massive fraud to go undetected for years, raising questions about the effectiveness of regulatory bodies and financial institutions.Political Ramifications: The book illustrates how the scandal affected Malaysian politics, contributing to the downfall of then-Prime Minister Najib Razak and sparking a global investigation into corruption. Structure:The narrative is structured chronologically, tracing the rise of Jho Low from a wealthy Malaysian family to an international financier who lived a life of luxury. It includes gripping anecdotes about extravagant parties, high-profile investments, and the eventual fallout as the scheme unraveled. Impact:"Billion Dollar Whale" not only tells the story of an audacious fraud but also serves as a cautionary tale about greed and the fragility of the financial system. It highlights the need for greater oversight and accountability in international finance, illustrating how easily trust can be exploited. Conclusion:The book concludes with the ongoing repercussions of the 1MDB scandal and the ongoing efforts to recover the stolen funds, emphasizing the complexity and global nature of financial crimes in the modern world.Chapter 3 Billion Dollar Whale AuthorTom Wright is an investigative journalist known for his work with prominent publications such as The Wall Street Journal and The New York Times. He co-authored the book "Billion Dollar Whale: The Man Who Fooled Wall Street, Hollywood, and the World" with fellow journalist Bradley Hope. The book was published on August 13, 2018, and it details the elaborate fraud involving...

All 30 NBA teams are ranked by tier in this episode of the Kevin O'Connor Show. Heading into All-Star Weekend, which FOUR teams are "The Favorites" according to Kevin (and who's #1)? Which 3 teams does KOC view as "Contender...ish?" Next up, there's the "RESPECT YOUR ELDERS" category, the "SOMETHING IS MISSING" bucket, and then the dreaded "GRIPPING THE ELECTRICAL CORD" tier. Rounding out the rest of the league: the "League Pass Darlings" and unfortunately, the bottom tier: "POOP FOR COOPER" Flagg. All 30 teams fit into one of those categories, and KOC ranks them ALL here.Plus Tom Haberstroh stops by for an unexpectedly HEATED debate about "Old Man Chris Paul!" Why KOC thinks the San Antonio Spurs are tanking in broad daylight, why the Philadelphia 76ers' Paul George looks like "Khris Middleton but with $100 Million owed to him" and how Jamal Murray and Nikola Jokic are playing some of the best 2-man basketball the NBA has EVER SEEN.(00:35) - Poop for Cooper tier(9:00) - League Pass darlings tier(15:05) - Gripping the electrical cord tier(18:30) - Something's missing tier(23:35) - Respect your elders tier(26:20) - Contender-ish tier(30:55) - The favorites tier(38:20) - Buy Denver as a legit contender?(49:55) - Donovan Clingan sleeper for ROTY?(52:20) - Are the Spurs quiet tanking?(57:20) - Concern for Los Angeles Lakers in loss to Utah?(1:04:30) - Bol Bol surging(1:06:50) - Any hope left for the 76ers?

In this episode of The Manifested Podcast, Kathleen Cameron discusses the nuanced yet profound differences of manifesting vs. needing, and how these states influence the outcomes of our desires. By exploring her philosophy that intertwines spirituality with personal development, Kathleen provides valuable insights into how being in a detached state is crucial when manifesting. She emphasizes the importance of aligning with a higher spiritual power and personal growth to create desired experiences. Through a blend of personal anecdotes and insightful teachings, Kathleen highlights the journey from needing to wanting, believing, and finally knowing—a process she calls the "ladder of belief." With captivating stories, including her own success as a millionaire and the transformative journeys of her clients, Kathleen provides concrete evidence of how mindset shifts can unlock new realities.   Also in this episode: Moving from needing to wanting, believing, and ultimately knowing can accelerate your manifesting process. Gripping desires too tightly can block manifestations. Being in a detached state, where you prefer but don't require outcomes, enhances manifestation.   Shop Iylia Premium Non Alcoholics: https://iylia.com/   Subscribe To The Manifested Podcast With Kathleen Cameron: Apple Podcast | YouTube | Spotify Connect With The Kathleen Cameron: Facebook | Instagram | LinkedIn | Youtube | TikTok | Kathleencameronofficial.com   Unlock Your Dreams with House of ManifestationA community where you take control of your destiny, manifest your desires, and create a life filled with abundance and purpose? Look no further than the House of Manifestation, where your transformation begins: https://houseofmanifestation.com/   About Kathleen Cameron: Kathleen Cameron, Chief Wealth Creator, 8-figure entrepreneur, and record-breaking author. In just 2 years, she built a 10 Million dollar business and continues to share her knowledge and expertise with all of whom she connects with.  With her determination, unwavering faith, and powers of manifestation, she has helped over 100,000 people attract more love, money, and success into their lives. Her innovative approaches to Manifestation and utilizing the Laws of Attraction have led to the creation of one of the top global success networks, Diamond Academy Coaching, thousands of students have been able to experience quantum growth. The force behind her magnetic field has catapulted many students into a life beyond their wildest dreams and she is just getting started. Kathleen helps others step into their true potential and become the best version of themselves with their goals met. Kathleen graduated with two undergraduate degrees from the University of Windsor and the University of Toronto with a master's degree in nursing leadership. Her book, “Becoming The One", published by Hasmark Publishing, launched in August 2021 became an International Best Seller in five countries on the first day.    This Podcast Is Produced, Engineered & Edited By: Simplified Impact

In this episode of The Compendium, we're telling you guys about the The Harrowing Tale of the Trashman Yacht Sinking. What began as a routine yacht delivery across the Atlantic turned into an unthinkable nightmare. Today you'll hear about the incredible true story of Deborah Scaling Kiley and her crewmates as they face starvation, brutal storms, and relentless shark attacks. With nothing but sheer willpower and a fragile lifeboat, this is a tale of survival against all odds. Gripping, heart-stopping, and haunting—this story will leave you questioning just how far you'd go to stay alive.We give you just the Compendium, but if you want more, here are our resources:Albatross: The True Story of a Woman's Survival at Sea - by Deborah Scaling KileyTwo Came Back (1997) - IMDbI Shouldn't Be Alive: Shark Survivor - Discovery ChannelThe True Story of the Trashman Yacht Sinking - Survival StoriesMessage Kyle and AdamConnect with Us:

Luis Rubiales, the former president of Spain's football federation, is on trial accused of sexual assault for kissing the player Jenni Hermoso at the 2023 World Cup medal ceremony.Hermoso told the trial last week that the incident "stained one of the happiest days of my life". Rubiales, who has denied any wrongdoing, is expected to give evidence in the coming days.Host Lucy Hockings speaks to The Global Story's very own Sergi Forcada Freixas about how the incident stole headlines from the World Cup win. And our gender and identity correspondent Sofia Bettiza explains how the case has fuelled a conversation on sexual assault and consent that has been simmering in Spain for years. The Global Story brings you trusted insights from BBC journalists worldwide. We want your ideas, stories and experiences to help us understand and tell #TheGlobalStory. Email us at theglobalstory@bbc.com You can also message us or leave a voice note via WhatsApp on +44 330 123 9480.Producers: Richard Moran and Beth TimminsSound engineers: Stephen BaileyAssistant editor: Sergi Forcada FreixasSenior news editor: China Collins

In this episode, The Operator shares the tragic tale of a couple who found love in a van, who lived in a van, and who had it all fall apart… in a van. From skin-piercing to heart-piercing, this tragic story of life on the road comes to a screeching halt. Hugs. ❤️Ad-free episodes, and hours of extra 911 Calls content each week, exclusive merch, and early access to all of the 11:59 Media podcasts. Start accessing hundreds of additional hours! Visit 11:59 PLUS or https://www.patreon.com/1159media

Send us a textJaime Mendez says fear of mass deportations promised by the Trump Administration has the Spanish speaking immigrant community on edge in Washington state. Mendez hosts a nightly online Spanish language newscast where talk of ICE (Immigration and Customs Enforcement) sightings are the main topic of his coverage these days. He joins Chino Y Chicano host Enrique Cerna to talk about the impact and the information he shares with his Spanish speaking viewers. Mendez and his wife Diana Oliveros are the founders of Se Habla Media. Along with the nightly newscast, they produce and host Spanish language podcasts.Find their content here:https://sehablamedia.com/Read: https://www.mapresearch.org/2024-dei-report "Dismantling DEI: A Coordinated Attack on American Values"https://www.forbes.com/sites/conormurray/2025/01/07/these-companies-have-rolled-back-dei-policies-mcdonalds-is-latest-to-abandon-diversity-standards/https://www.chronicle.com/package/the-assault-on-dei Chronicle of Higher Education https://www.courts.wa.gov/appellate_trial_courts/supreme/bios/?fa=scbios.display_file&fileID=gonzalezRead: https://www.seattletimes.com/seattle-news/obituaries/chinatown-international-district-activist-matt-chan-dead-at-71/Hear Rick Shenkman on the BBC Radio Program Sideways:https://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/m001xdg0Read: https://www.thedailybeast.com/i-stuck-with-nixon-heres-why-science-said-i-did-itRead: https://www.washcog.org/in-the-news/your-right-to-knowRead: https://www.seattletimes.com/opinion/the-legislatures-sunshine-committee-has-fallen-into-darkness/Read: https://www.cascadiadaily.com/2024/feb/29/weakening-of-state-public-records-act-affects-your-right-to-know-every-day/Read: https://www.futuromediagroup.org/suave-pulitzer-prize/Read: https://pulitzercenter.org/people/maria-hinojosaRead: https://murrow.wsu.edu/symposium/the-edward-r-murrow-achievement-award/Read: https://www.seattletimes.com/seattle-news/sinclair-nixes-univision-affiliation-ending-local-spanish-broadcasts/...

Send us a textOut Of Darkness: A Gripping Tale of Survival And Resilience In The Face Of Anti-Semitism#author #antisemitism #jewish #history #historicalfiction #inspiration Nautilus Book Award, National Indie Excellence Award, Living Now Book Award, and Readers' Favorite Book Award winning “Not a Real Enemy: The True Story of a Hungarian Jewish Man's Fight for Freedom” is gaining strong support and recognition! Buy the book: https://mybook.to/I3hEA5Website: https://robertjwolfmd.com/Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/notarealenemyInstagram: https://www.instagram.com/RobertJWolfMDX: https://x.com/RobertJWolfMDLinkedin: https://www.linkedin.com/in/robert-j-wolf-md/Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/robertjwolfmdThanks for tuning in, please be sure to click that subscribe button and give this a thumbs up!!Email: thevibesbroadcast@gmail.comInstagram: https://www.instagram.com/listen_to_the_vibes_/Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/thevibesbroadcastnetworkLinktree: https://linktr.ee/the_vibes_broadcastTikTok: https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMeuTVRv2/Twitter: https://twitter.com/TheVibesBrdcstTruth: https://truthsocial.com/@KoyoteFor all our social media and other links, go to: Linktree: https://linktr.ee/the_vibes_broadcastPlease subscribe, like, and share!

911 EP 179 - Nick of Crime • Deaf ReckoningIn this episode, The Operator shares the case of a man who wrote a check his ego couldn't cash. And he saw only one way out. And on the Happy Ending, we hear what the 911 caller couldn't even hear!This episode could not have happened without the use of Newspapers.com it was a valuable tool in bringing the heart of this episode to life. And for our Hug Dealers, Newspapers.com is offering a special discount of 20%. Just use the code '911PodcastCalls' at checkout. The clues to history's mysteries are waiting for you on Newspapers.com

Dune: Prophecy delves into the past, 10,000 years prior to the original Dune series and the latest films by Denis Villeneuve. HBO Max's new series clearly apes the political intrigue of their previous shows like Game of Thrones and House of the Dragon, ultimately Dune: Prophecy fails in getting the audience emotionally invested in the characters. While beautifully shot and designed in the vein of Villeneuve's Dune aesthetic, the plot feels rushed and unresolved, leading to an emotionally unsatisfying conclusion in spite of strong acting. Control Body Odor ANYWHERE with Mando and get $5 off off your Starter Pack (that's over 40% off) with promo code NERD at https://www.shopmando.com! Get the ultimate immersive gaming experience with Turtle Beach today! For a limited time only, head to https://TurtleBeach.com and use Code NL for 10% off your entire order. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

Dorcas Hoover. The Victor's Crown of Glory takes the reader to the frontlines of the battle in the Middle East where God's miraculous power is displayed in the midst of evil. Stories of God at work in the 21st Century feel as if they come straight from the book of Acts. Gripping accounts showcase daring, modern day heroes of the faith risking all to follow Jesus in the face of radical ISIS terrorism, kidnappings, bombs, secret police, and imprisonment. The book is filled with heartwarming eyewitness accounts of miracles of God at work in the midst of the darkest, most dangerous of circumstances.

The Momperator, and a whole legion of Hug Dealers, join us for a LIVE UNCUT episode. We gave away two free years of our PLATINUM tier! Everyone gets in an answer or two during the AMA (ask me anything), and The Momperator clowns around about death, The Operator assesses her readiness for intruder attacks, and the 911 case hits home geographically. This episode has swearing, old ladies (not The Momperator), and military vets (not Kent). Hugs. ❤️Ad-free episodes, and hours of extra 911 Calls content each week, exclusive merch, and early access to all of the 11:59 Media podcasts. Start accessing hundreds of additional hours! Visit 11:59 PLUS or https://www.patreon.com/1159media

Info on the next LIVE SCREAM event. https://weirddarkness.com/LiveScreamDarkness Syndicate members get the ad-free version. https://weirddarkness.com/syndicateIN THIS EPISODE: While the rest of Americans are at home with their families, eating turkey and enjoying annual celebrations-- Thanksgiving has a darker side. We may often overlook this truth because it is rarely discussed at the Thanksgiving table. Every Thanksgiving Day there are some tragic and mysterious incidents. Many of these unfathomably awful things are never explained. Whether it is murders, gory accidents or strange vanishings during the night–these true-life unexplained mysteries and horrendous crimes might make excellent dinner-table conversation… assuming you're dining with other Weirdos like yourself.SOURCES, CITATIONS, AND REFERENCES FROM THE EPISODE…D.B. Cooper: https://citizensleuths.com/db-cooper-what-you-need-to-know.htmlKelsey Berreth: https://people.com/crime/colo-man-found-guilty-of-murdering-fiancee-kelsey-berrethPaul Knockel sources: https://charleyproject.org/case/paul-joseph-knockel, https://who13.com/news/eastern-iowa-mans-car-found-over-30-years-after-disappearance, https://iowacoldcases.org/case-summaries/paul-knockelNancy Bergeson: https://www.koin.com/news/man-arrested-in-2009-killing-of-nancy-bergeson,https://www.osbar.org/publications/bulletin/10augsep/evidence.html, https://patch.com/oregon/portland/nancy-bergeson-murder-arrest-made-nine-years-after-she-was-killed, https://www.koin.com/news/crime/nancy-bergesons-family-supportive-of-killers-sentence, https://www.kgw.com/article/news/crime/arrest-made-in-2009-killing-of-prominent-portland-public-defender/283-f3cecc16-0f80-4774-b7a4-000c99d156d0Maria Elizalde: https://charleyproject.org/case/maria-isabel-elizalde, https://www.fox4news.com/news/dallas-police-looking-into-cold-case-of-missing-teen-from-2015, https://people.com/crime/dallas-teenage-girl-missing-thanksgiving-mom-searches, https://www.missingkids.org/poster/NCMC/1258708/1Shane Montgomery: https://thought.is/the-grisly-smiley-face-killer-theory-that-connects-40-college-students-deaths/,https://www.phillymag.com/news/2014/12/08/shane-montgomery-victim-smiley-face-killers/Murders In Miramar: https://wsvn.com/news/angelita-gauntlett-courtney-lindsay/Beth Barr Case: https://patch.com/pennsylvania/foresthills-regentsquare/kidnap-murder-case-still-not-a-lost-cause-34-years-laterBlount Family: https://www.law.umich.edu/special/exoneration/Pages/casedetail.aspx?caseid=3692Cynthia Alonzo: https://abc7news.com/cynthia-linda-alonzo-murder-2014-oakland-body-of-woman-killed-in-bay-area-found-eric-mora/11865891, https://www.cbsnews.com/sanfrancisco/news/cynthia-linda-alonzo-oakland-woman-murdered-body-found-eric-mora, https://www.sfgate.com/news/bayarea/article/Man-Gets-11-Years-For-Killing-Woman-Whose-Body-11259713.phpTacoma's Thanksgiving Shooting: https://truecrimediva.com/kimberly-riley-jeremy-britt-bayinthavong,https://www.king5.com/article/news/crime/unsolved/thanksgiving-day-shooting-tacoma-2002/281-756c467c-11c0-4b61-9cca-7e701b66c13eRapper Soulja Slim: https://www.billboard.com/music/music-news/rapper-soulja-slim-murdered-67970/Neshaminy Creek John Doe: https://listverse.com/2016/10/21/10-unsolved-thanksgiving-mysteries,https://patch.com/pennsylvania/bensalem/man-identified-after-vehicle-submerged-neshaminy-creek-coroner,https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Neshaminy_CreekKaren Marie Mitchel: https://www.ranker.com/list/creepy-thanksgiving-incidents/robert-f-masonThe Game Warden Murder: https://www.odmp.org/officer/14473-game-protector-john-h-woodruff,https://schenectadyhistorical.org/wp-content/uploads/2022/05/2022-02-compressed.pdf,https://dec.ny.gov/environmental-protection/public-safety/environmental-conservation-police/historyThe Skelton Brothers: https://www.clickondetroit.com/news/local/2024/11/26/mother-of-missing-skelton-brothers-asks-court-to-declare-them-legally-dead, https://www.news.com.au/travel/travel-updates/incidents/shot-australian-brothers-killed-in-robbery-according-to-authorities/news-story/7f2ff57d256878afe8ddf3fd236c9272Owens and Hawley: https://www.cbsnews.com/news/clarence-owens-everette-hawley-chevy-impala-1976-cold-case-recovered-river-illinois, https://www.cbsnews.com/news/remains-car-illinois-river-clarence-owens-everett-hawley-missing-1976, https://www.the-sun.com/news/12453314/major-breakthrough-case-missing-men-vanished-auction,https://people.com/remains-found-in-ill-river-belong-to-two-men-who-vanished-in-1976-8710859Weird Darkness theme by Alibi Music Library. = = = = =(Over time links seen above may become invalid, disappear, or have different content. 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The Op tells the tale of love, and loss, and… blood loss. Plus, Jesus shows up at the end - for pizza and Mtn Dew. Hugs. ❤️Ad-free episodes, and hours of extra 911 Calls content each week, exclusive merch, and early access to all of the 11:59 Media podcasts. Start accessing hundreds of additional hours! Visit 11:59 PLUS or https://www.patreon.com/1159media

On this episode, The Operator is out running on the highways in the middle of the night again. The case of Reice Brown takes a fork in the road, and you're along for the ride. Hugs. ❤️Ad-free episodes, and hours of extra 911 Calls content each week, exclusive merch, and early access to all of the 11:59 Media podcasts. Start accessing hundreds of additional hours! Visit 11:59 PLUS or https://www.patreon.com/1159media

On this episode, The Operator banks on the fact that you'll be a little cautious cashing checks in downtown Louisville, Kentucky next time. The story of a portfolio manager popping off is enough to make anyone withdraw. Followed by an f'ing Happy Ending that's sure to derail you. Hugs. ❤️Ad-free episodes, and hours of extra 911 Calls content each week, exclusive merch, and early access to all of the 11:59 Media podcasts. Start accessing hundreds of additional hours! Visit 11:59 PLUS or https://www.patreon.com/1159media