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Wem gilt meine Dankbarkeit, wenn sich die kleinen und die großen Dinge in meinem Leben manchmal so problemlos fügen?
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Lesart - das Literaturmagazin (ganze Sendung) - Deutschlandfunk Kultur
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Gemäss dem Artikel äussern sich ADHS-Symptome bei Frauen und Männern unterschiedlich. Männer mit ADHS neigen dazu, schnell aggressiv und impulsiv zu reagieren. Frauen mit ADHS sind eher zurückhaltend und unterdrücken ihre Impulsivität. Sie sind sehr empathisch, nehmen ihre Umgebung schnell wahr und entwickeln sich oft zu Helfertypen. Dies kann dazu führen, dass sie sich selbst … Unterschiede in der Ausprägung von ADHS-Symptomen zwischen Frauen und Männern weiterlesen
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Learn Cantonese and Speak on Day 1; Cantonese Language and Cultural Identity
恭喜發財! 祝大家心想事成, 身體健康, 蛇年行大運! Gung hei fat choi! juk daai ga sam seung si sing, san tai gin hong, se nin haang daai wan! Perfect time to brush up on Chinese new year sayings! In the podcast, I mentioned taking on 10 students in Februrary to be part of my case study. If you want to see results in 6-7 months, please register a free account on Poetic Cantonese Academy. This may include politely torturing you to make recordings and before & after videos, in a friendly way ;) You can preview Unit 1: Week 1 & 1.5; Unit 2: Week 3 for both Year 1A & 1B. Once you register, I will reach out to you. Or please send me an email if you are interested to join the case study. https://poeticcantonese.pathwright.com/
Noch im Verlauf dieser Woche, will der Bündner Volkswirtschaftsdirektor und Regierungspräsident entscheiden. Er begründet sein Interesse damit, dass ihn viele Personen auf eine Kandidatur angesprochen hätten und namhafte Favoriten der Mitte nicht zur Verfügung stünden. Weitere Themen: · Langläuferinnen im Oberengadin von Lawine verschüttet. · Kein Naturpark in den Gemeinden Valsot und Scoul. · Davos entscheidet über Erweiterung des Golfplatzes – Pro und Contra. · Vorbereitungen für die Biathlon-WM Lenzerheide laufen nach Plan.
Lorenz Timnik spricht über Genesis 37 (in Auszügen) in der Serie "Zur Hoffnung berufen".
Im sächsischen Riesa hat am Wochenende der Bundesparteitag der AfD stattgefunden. Mehr als 10.000 Menschen sind angereist, um dagegen zu protestieren. Oberbürgermeister Marco Müller von der CDU zieht Bilanz.
Vom "disco"-Star zum Chansonnier - immer auf der Suche nach seiner religiösen Identität "zwischen Kreuz und Davidstern".
Du erfährst: ✅ wie du deine Balance finden kannst ✅ wie du mehr Energie bekommst ✅ und wie Veränderung als berufstätige Mutter leicht gelingt.
Der Nikolaus zog sich mit Dominik in eine stille Ecke zurück und fragte: „Also sag schon, was ist los?“ „Chef, du weißt doch, dass ich Goldlöckchen über alles liebe ...“ „Und sie dich auch, klar weiß ich das, das ist ja nicht zu übersehen ...“ „Na jedenfalls würde ich ihr gern einen Heiratsantrag machen, aber ich trau mich nicht so richtig. Ich glaube, wenn ich vor ihr stehe, kommt keine Silbe über meine Lippen. So gab mir Grünäuglein den Rat, meinen Antrag aufzuschreiben und Goldlöckchen die Karte zusammen mit ein paar frisch gepflückten Erdbeeren, na du weißt schon ...“ ...
Saskia fühlt sich zunehmend verzweifelt. Egal, wie sehr sie sich bemüht, ihr Ex-Mann scheint ihre Bedürfnisse nicht ernst zu nehmen. Sie spricht offen über ihre Wünsche, um die Erziehung der gemeinsamen Kinder nach der Trennung möglichst harmonisch zu gestalten. Doch ihre Worte scheinen ihn nicht zu erreichen. Saskia sucht die Fehler bei sich, grübelt über ihre vermeintlichen Schwächen und fragt sich, ob mit ihr etwas nicht stimmt. Die schwierige Kommunikation mit ihrem Ex-Mann fühlt sich für sie wie ein weiterer Beweis dafür an. Im Coaching mit Jakob wird ihr klar, dass dieses Gefühl, sie schon ihr ganzes Leben begleitet. Es wurzelt tief in ihrer Vergangenheit: Ihre Mutter wollte nur ein Kind, bekam jedoch Zwillinge – und Saskia wuchs in dem schmerzhaften Bewusstsein auf, das „nicht gewollte“ Kind zu sein. Diese Erfahrung hat sie geprägt. Sie fühlt sich seitdem wie gefangen in einem Korsett aus Angst, unfrei und ständig in Gedanken verstrickt, auf der Suche nach Sicherheit und Erklärungen für das, was um sie herum geschieht. Nun steht ein wichtiger Mediationstermin an, bei dem es um die Erziehung ihrer Kinder gehen soll. Saskia wünscht sich nichts sehnlicher, als eine klare Kommunikation und Lösungen im Sinne ihrer Kinder zu finden. Wird Jakob ihr helfen können, aus diesem inneren Kreislauf auszubrechen und gestärkt in die Verhandlungen zu gehen? Du möchtest mehr über unsere Werbepartner erfahren? Hier findest du alle Infos & Rabatte: https://linktr.ee/jakobsweg_podcast
Religion und Leben auf den Punkt gebracht. Mit Denkanstößen zur Alltagslust und zum Alltagsfrust. Von Julia Fischer.
Irgendwas mit Examen, Folge 18 setzt unsere zivilrechtliche Examensreihe fort und vertieft das Erbrecht: Ihr hört alles Examensrelevante zur Zugewinngemeinschaft als gesetzlicher Güterstand und deren Folgen im Falle einer Scheidung oder des Todes eines Ehegatten. Prof. Dauner-Lieb stellt anschaulich dar, wie sich erbrechtliche und familienrechtliche Ansprüche überschneiden, insbesondere wenn der überlebende Ehegatte erbberechtigt ist. Die Ausführungen zur Erbfolge, der Rolle des Ehegatten und sonstiger Verwandten sowie den Pflichtteilsansprüche bieten wichtige Klausurtipps und zahlreiche Beispiele, die das Zusammenspiel der relevanten Normen greifbar machen. Die Diskussion zu den Verfügungsbeschränkungen über das Vermögen im Ganzen (§ 1365 BGB) und über Haushaltsgegenstände (§ 1369 BGB) runden die Inhalte ab und geben wertvolle Hinweise zur Klausurstrategie, etwa auch in Verbindung mit einem möglichen gutgläubigen Erwerb. Viel Spaß mit dieser Folge Eures Jurapodcasts zu allen Karrierethemen!
Monotheismus und Gewalt | oder: Wider die kosmotheistische Ausprägung des Christentums
Paul started training in kung fu at the age of 10 for five years. As a young adult, he discovered Shaolin Qi Shi Kung Fu and achieved a high level within this style.He is now exploring the seven animal styles more deeply and learning internal Nei gong from a style called Yan Shou Gong.We had a great chat about his martial arts journey, I hope you enjoy it as much as I did.Please check out these links for Si-Gung Paul Wilson's classes.Websites : www.shaolinkungfu.co.uk www.yanshougong.uk Shaolin Qi Shi Kung Fu Monday, Hereford 6 pm Tuesday, Stroud 6 pm Wednesday, Gloucester 6 pm Thursday, Lydney 7 pm Yan Shou Gong - Tuesday Stroud 6 pm Sunday, Forest of Dean 5:30I'd be grateful if you could leave a review for the Living Martial Arts podcast using the following links: Apple podcasts - https://podcasts.apple.com/gb/podcast/living-martial-arts/id1558703179Spotify - https://open.spotify.com/show/3MDv2bt1ORsKpD4158cqLA?si=Q9Klv5iQQhOaXiXwhp-OdAPodchaser - https://www.podchaser.com/podcasts/living-martial-arts-1629450https://www.podchaser.com/podcasts/living-martial-arts-1629450Sign up for the newsletter now! at; https://www.livingmartialarts.com
+++ Alle Rabattcodes und Infos zu unseren Werbepartnern findet ihr hier: https://linktr.ee/wunschkind +++In dieser Folge ist Stephanie Volz zu Gast. Sie ist Pädagogin, Elternberaterin und traumasensible Coachin. Mit Danielle und Katja redet sie darüber wie die eigenen Kindheitserfahrungen das Elterndasein prägen. Sie erklärt, wie man den ganzen Herausforderungen, die die heutige Zeit stellt, begegnet und wie man mit seinen eigenen Anteilen gut umgehen kann.Hier geht´s zu Stephanies Seite: http://stephanievolz.de& zu Stephanie auf Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/stephanie.volz_& zur Folge 46 ,,Mental load mit Patricia Cammarata": https://plus.rtl.de/podcast/das-gewuenschteste-wunschkind-3r427sdoc4dw2/mental-load-mit-patricia-cammarata-iqq5yu6umq3a5+++Unsere allgemeinen Datenschutzrichtlinien finden Sie unter https://datenschutz.ad-alliance.de/podcast.html+++Unsere allgemeinen Datenschutzrichtlinien finden Sie unter https://art19.com/privacy. Die Datenschutzrichtlinien für Kalifornien sind unter https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info abrufbar.
In der 260. Episode von IMR spricht Marc Ohrendorf mit Maxi Conze, die in einer mittelständischen Kanzlei tätig ist. Maxi berichtet von ihrem Einstieg ins Berufsleben als Anwältin und gibt wertvolle Einblicke, was bei diesem Übergang besonders wichtig ist. Warum hat sie sich für Jura entschieden? Was waren die entscheidenden Kriterien bei der Wahl des Arbeitgebers? Und warum hat sie sich letztlich für eine mittelständische Kanzlei entschieden, obwohl sie ursprünglich in die Großkanzlei wollte? Darüber hinaus teilt sie ihre Erfahrungen im Bereich des Medizinrechts und betont die Bedeutung von Networking und Selbstorganisation, insbesondere in den ersten Berufsjahren. Antworten auf diese und viele weitere Fragen erhaltet ihr in dieser Folge von IMR. Viel Spaß mit dieser Episode eures Jurapodcasts zu allen Karrierethemen!
Die Betreuungsverfügung ist vielleicht das unbekannteste Dokument zur persönlichen Vorsorge und sorgt gerne mal für Verwirrung. In den Vorträgen zu den vorsorgenden Dokumente wird diese auch vorgestellt. Kathrin Kaiser greift die häufigsten Fragen nochmal auf und stellt dabei das Dokument auch nochmal kurz vor. Also hören Sie hier rein und freuen Sie sich schonmal auf viele weitere spannende Folgen. Wenn Sie Fragen rund das Thema haben, Anregungen für weitere Podcastfolgen oder uns Feedback geben wollen, freuen wir uns auf eine Nachricht an: podcast@skmdivfreiburg.de
Bodo ist Klavierkabarettist, Schauspieler und Liedermacher. Er steht seit mehr als 25 Jahren auf der Bühne und hat vielfältige Lieder, Programme und Theaterstücke kreiert. Seit Mai 2024 kennen Bodo über den ganzen Globus verteilt extrem viele Menschen, weil sein Zungenbrecher-Song “Barbaras Rhabarberbar” viral ging und Abermillionen Klicks generierte. Ich wollte von Bodo wissen, wann er wie seine Liebe für Sprache entdeckt hat, was der Erfolg von “Barbaras Rhabarberbar” mit seinem eigenen Blick auf seine Kunst gemacht hat und wie seine ganz persönliche Geschichte seine Kunst geprägt hat und bis heute prägt. Wir sprechen über die verschiedenen Facetten des “Bodoversums”, es geht um die Musikalisierung von Sprache, um das Willkommenheißen neuer Ideen und die Entstehung von Kunst. Und wir haben über Bodos Kindheit und seinen Umgang mit Schicksalsschlägen gesprochen. WERBEPARTNER & RABATTE: https://linktr.ee/hotelmatze MEIN GAST: https://www.instagram.com/bodowartke/ Zweifel und Zuversicht Musik und Text: Bodo Wartke © Copyright 2020 Reimkultur GmbH & Co. KG, Hamburg Alle Rechte vorbehalten! DINGE: Barbaras Rhabarberbar - https://www.instagram.com/p/C0ywtJcs5Pd/ Bodos Website - https://www.bodowartke.de/ Maximilian Frisch - Produktion Lena Rocholl - Redaktion Mit Vergnügen - Vermarktung und Distribution MEIN ZEUG: Mein neues Fragenset: https://beherzt.net/liebe Mein neues Buch: https://bit.ly/3cDyQ18 Die Hotel Matze Suite bei Apple: https://apple.co/43V3hGq Die Hotel Matze Suite bei Spotify: https://spoti.fi/3U3ZySC Wunschgäste bitte in die Kommentare: https://apple.co/2RgJVH6 Mein Newsletter: https://matzehielscher.substack.com/ TikTok: https://tiktok.com/@matzehielscher Instagram: https://instagram.com/matzehielscher LinkedIn: https://linkedin.com/in/matzehielscher/ YouTube: https://bit.ly/2MXRILN Twitter: https://twitter.com/hotelmatze1 Mein erstes Buch: https://bit.ly/39FtHQy Mein erstes Fragenset: https://beherzt.net/matze
"Lost & Found" - Justin Gung - Sept. 1, 2024 by Sermon
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Ref.: Dr. med. Thomas Sitte, Palliativmediziner, Vorstandsvorsitzender der deutschen Palliativstiftung Auch am Lebensabend so lange wie möglich selbstbestimmt leben - das wünschen sich alle. Seltsamerweise nutzt nicht einmal ein Drittel aller Deutschen dafür ein Werkzeug, mit dem möglichst viel Selbstbestimmung gerade am Lebensende gewährleistet werden soll: die Patientenverfügung. Denn darin kann jeder festlegen, wie er von Ärzten behandelt oder eben nicht behandelt werden möchte, wenn er sich selbst nicht mehr äußern kann. Der erfahrene Palliativmediziner Dr. Thomas Sitte beschreibt in der Lebenshilfe, warum die Patientenverfügung so wichtig ist und worauf man bei ihrer Ausgestaltung achten sollte.
The plot thickness as the group continues their investigation. Be nice, roll dice, and tune in each week. www.livetodiepodcast.com Support us on Patreon: patreon.com/livetodiepod Follow us on social media: Twitter: @LiveToDiePod Facebook: @LiveToDiePod Instagram: livetodiepod Email us at livetodiepodcast@gmail.com Music and Sound by Syrinscape. syrinscape.com/?att_live_to_die Because Epic Games Need Epic Sound Complete list of credits here: https://tinyurl.com/dieonthethronepart1 Themesong by https://soundcloud.com/justin-ghofrani Cover art by @doodleskelly
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Der humanitäre Gefangenenaustausch mit Russland verlangt dem Rechtsstaat viel ab, findet Norbert Röttgen (CDU). Verzicht auf Strafe erfordere einen Konsens. Daher sei es richtig, dass Kanzler Scholz Oppositionsführer Merz vorab informiert hat. Grieß, Thielko www.deutschlandfunk.de, Interviews
Wie begründet Nancy Faeser das Verbot von „Compact“? Epoch Times liegt die Begründung des Verbots vor.
"Messenger" - Justin Gung - July 14, 2024 by Sermon
Klappmaulpuppenspieler, Entertainer, Philosoph, all das ist Detlef Wutschik, den wir alle als Werner Momsen kennen. Hier gibt es mehr Plattdeutsch: Podcast: Die plattdeutsche Morgenplauderei "Hör mal 'n beten to" als kostenloses Audio-Abo für Ihren PC: https://www.ndr.de/wellenord/podcast3096.html Die Welt snackt Platt: Alles rund um das Thema Plattdeutsch: https://www.ndr.de/plattdeutsch
The Bridge - Justin Gung - March 10, 2024 by Sermon
Ob als Schauspieler oder Regisseur – Milan Peschels Herz schlägt fürs Theater, auch wenn ihn viele aus dem Kino kennen. Für seine Rolle in „Halt auf freier Strecke“ bekam er den Deutschen Filmpreis. Jetzt inszeniert er einen Western in Schwerin. Peschel, Milan; Bürger, Brittawww.deutschlandfunkkultur.de, Im Gespräch
Flüchtend vor Strassenkriegen und seltsam gekleideten Gangs in den sozial schwächeren Häuserblöcken, schwimmen wir verborgenen Inseln entgegen, gucken uns unterwegs noch Flieger-Stuntshows an, und warten dort auf einen Restaurantkritiker damit wir zumindest eine Person haben, mit der wir uns vernünftig unterhalten können. Tja Herr Schröckert, den Stil können wir auch!
The Dawn of the New Order, like it or not.By Final Stand. Listen to the full episode at Explicit Novels.This is a recounting of the new dean's attempt to destroy Zane by Zane's own abusive nature.“Earned leadership is a blessing; assigned leadership is a burden”THIS IS HOW IT IS GOING TO BEIt started at 6:45 as we began filing out of the dorm toward the dining hall and breakfast. We received texts, or our dorm mothers received them if we didn’t have that function, assigning us a tribe we belonged to. What was a tribe? No one seemed to have a clue what this entailed for us.“So,” Iona was the first to ask me, “What tribe are you part of?”“My tribe’s called the Mediator tribe,” I responded. “What lame-ass name does your tribe have?” Iona blinked at me, took my phone from my hands, and looked at it while we walked.“Mercy and I are in 17,” Rio sneered. “Why did your group merit a name and ours didn’t?”“Because Zane doesn’t have a tribe,” Iona figured. “He is not of the mediator tribe; he’s a mediator. The real question is, how many mediators are there and what is their responsibility?”“I’m in tribe three,” Vivian volunteered. “I do have a notation but no indication who to see about it.” The conversations around us were going in the same general direction, the girls trying to figure what sort of disruptions this would cause. The teachers put a kibosh on students walking around and finding out where their friends were placed so the text and phone messages being tossed around were obscene.The surprise going to breakfast had saved virtually all of the freshmen from Handmaiden’s Duty but they snapped us up heading for Assembly. I had Frederica Nicholas who decided to make a game of her giving me a word and me having to create a poetic verse. I rapidly learned the more risqué my verse, the more touchy-feely she became. (And she is a Rhaine supporter, huh?) I am a glutton for sexual foreplay no matter where it comes from.Entry into the Assembly Hall brought its own special form of confusion. All the seats had numbers for the tribes that could sit there. I didn’t find my group anywhere but I did catch the fact that Christina’s group had been broken up. I stopped by Heaven to put a comforting hand on her shoulder because she looked terribly unsettled before I approached Ms. Goodswell on the stage.My spiritual advisor stood up, walked to the edge of the stage, and knelt down so we could talk privately.“Hi, Teach. I can’t seem to find my groups/tribe’s area,” I said pleasantly. “Can you help me out? Hell, can you tell me what’s going on?”“Zane, your seat is right over there,” she said, pointing to a chair on the front row – aisle seat. She smiled sadly. “All I can tell you about this program right now is that I trust you.” Oh crap, that didn’t sound good. Sitting on the front row – the region normally reserved for seniors – was just as disturbing. I sensed an epic boning in my future and I was sure I knew who the chick with the strap-on was.Chancellor Bass came to the podium and led us through the first ten minutes of the session. I could tell she was simmering with anger and resentment over whatever the upcoming fiasco was, and she showed it. She introduced Vice Chancellor Scarlett, then sat down abruptly. Her enthusiasm wasn’t muted; it was buried in the core of the earth.“Greetings, students of Freedom Fellowship University; I believe we stand at the first step to a great, glorious, and blessed experiment,” Vice Chancellor Dr. Victoria Scarlett began. Her plan did sound grandiose, was certainly going to be famous (or infamous), and whichever supernatural powers put their mark on this train wreck, I was sure we’d discover the Arch-angel Morningstar also had his sulfuric fingerprints on it when the CSI’s were finally brought in.The basics of the scheme: There would be eighteen tribes of fifty or more members. Each tribe had all four grades in it but was focused on declared majors so that the girls could support one another. Each tribe would internally determine how they would regulate themselves as well. Externally, relations would be overseen by the Mediator – yes, that was in the singular – as in one: me.At this point, I was wondering if jumping up, shooting Scarlett in the heart, and crying ‘Sic semper tyrannis’ was appropriate. I didn’t have a gun and realistically, Victoria didn’t deserve death for what she was putting all of us through. A few days in a pillory would suffice. No, she was making me be the 'Man’ of our academic community, our judge and arbitrator.As for my job qualifications, or lack thereof; I am considered morally loose, if not downright deviant. I’m an eighteen-year-old boy telling twenty-one-year-old women what to do, I have no legal experience – oh, yes, and half the campus hates my guts. I almost missed it when Dr. Scarlett added that Vivian would remain my guardian.Maybe Vivian would throw herself in the path of a sharpened pencil, pen, or stylus aimed at my heart by any number of the young ladies that wanted me dead, just like a Secret Service Agent.“You will be informed of the location of your first meetings. Each tribe will meet at eight o'clock tonight and tomorrow night to create the foundations of your group,” Dr. Scarlett informed us.“Tribes five and seventeen will be meeting in the Solarium of Alan Smithee dorm, if that is okay with Mr. Braxton.” Victoria looked my way. I stood up in case anyone missed my discomfort for being called out and actually asked by a lead educator for anything resembling permission on this campus.“Eight o'clock tonight?” I questioned. “I don’t know if that works for me. I have a Brazilian body wax at eight and have scheduled my eyebrows to be plucked at 8:45, plus there is a new episode of NCIS: Los Angeles at nine.”“How about they promise to keep the noise level down?” Victoria volleyed right back at me without missing a beat.“Very well, Dr. Scarlett, if you personally guarantee their behavior, I’m okay with them using my room,” I allowed. I couldn’t provoke Scarlett and I couldn’t embarrass her, so I was back to facing her rear-bound artificial cock catching up with my behind. I sat back down. Victoria quickly exited center stage and a bitter Chancellor ushered us through the last of the service.I waited outside the Assembly Hall for my friends and my Handmaiden for the moment, Theresa Yates. Christina and Chastity caught up with me first, both giving me a curious look.“Bro,” Rio sneered as she and Mercy joined us, “we need to discuss your future abuse of power, bribes and kick-backs you are going to get. Nice banter with ol’ Scarlett too.”“Yes,” Christina said sarcastically, “being flippant with the Vice Chancellor backfired so spectacularly the first time, it definitely needed repeating.” Her criticism really sucked because I always secretly wanted her to think well of me.“What’s your plan?” Chastity prodded me. She was always helping me out when she got the chance. As she finished, Iona, Hope, Faith, and Heaven showed up.“They split us up,” growled Heaven. “Do something, Zane.”“He just found out about this,” Iona responded before I could. “Give it time and combined, we will come up with a solution together.” I sighed with some relief at her assistance and then I blinked. The powerful kiss I planted on Iona’s lips caught everyone off-guard.“Freaking brilliant!” I complimented her gaily, giddy with glee. I didn’t have an actual plan yet but I had a direction to propel my thought toward. With my mind awhirl, I caught sight of Theresa moving past me on her way to class.“Hey, Theresa,” I called out. “What are you having me do today?” She looked a bit shocked.“Zane, we are no longer allowed to call on you for Handmaiden’s Duty,” she informed me.“Oh, He…ck no,” I choked out. “Who says?”“The Vice-Chancellor declared you to be outside the tradition,” she stated sadly. I wasn’t going to stand for this. Victoria was building a wedge between me and the rest of the student body.“Iona, do that tech-thing that you do and inform the ladies that by the authority vested in me as mediator, I am reinstating myself as part of the Handmaiden’s duty until…over half of the tribal leaders petition that I do otherwise,” I announced.“By tech-thing, do you mean send a text message with an accompanying e-mail to all the students on the school registry?” Iona regarded me quizzically.“Zane,” Chastity worried, “are you sure you have the authority?”“Of course he has the authority,” Rio declared. “He’s the freaking mediator.” Sometimes I would really like to get a word in before the conversation runs away from me.I swatted Iona on the butt – she squawked.“Chastity, this is clearly a game of chicken, so why not see how far Scarlett is willing to go,” I replied. The look Christina gave me restored my faith in me; her eyes beamed at me, alight with an intellectual fire. I had one last thing to do while the chaos boiled one last time before the ebb: I hugged Rio.“I want you to break into Gabrielle’s place,” I whispered in her ear, “wait for her to come get you, and tell her this: There is no Cordelia Dresden.”“Back off, Joker,” Rio punched me. Rio trusted me not to put her in harm’s way if I had another choice and Gabrielle knew that Rio would be the last person any sane individual would trust to do this.She gave no hint of a reply to my request. The assumption was, if Cordelia didn’t know what we were up to, she couldn’t figure out a way to stop us, and right now I wanted a way for us out of her little game here at FFU. My current theory was that the girl I knew as Cordelia didn’t exist before she came here, she was an invented personality, and I wanted to know who the inventor was.Oh yeah, back to my actual life where my academic and social lives were in upheaval because my current nemesis (or one of them anyway) was a crusading idealist. I swear to God, if I survive this place, I will never forgive Aunt Jill for not sending me to the University of Hawaii, which was my first choice for college. All I had to worry about there was hurricanes, tsunamis, volcanoes, and the wrath of the island spirits for despoiling virgins – simple shit.“Zane, you will discuss the merits and sins of the concubines of King Solomon with me,” Theresa said, as she passed me her backpack to carry. Life rolled back to semi-normal and we separated to make our way to our first classes of the day. That illusion took another ill turn when I entered English class with Ms. Goodswell. She gestured for me to come to her desk before the lesson began.“Zane,” she informed me softly, “none of the female teachers or administrators at this school can give you orders, only suggestions. Only Dr. Jennings may truly compel you to do anything.”This bombshell was the reason she said she trusted me back in Assembly. The only one making me do the right thing was me. I had never considered me Mr. Responsibility before so I was in for a crash course in having authority over 900 students and 100 teachers. I told Virginia Goodswell about my decision concerning my Handmaiden’s Duty to get her input, then compelled her to treat me as any other student – because apparently, I’m in charge of students now.“There are old soldiers and there are bold soldiers, but there are very few old, bold soldiers,” she reminded me. “Never forget, no matter how dark it may seem, Zane, you are never alone.”“I could always use a picture of you in a white, low-cut bikini to inspire me,” I hinted.“Mr. Braxton, by the authority vested in me by the mediator, I order you to take your seat so we can begin classes,” she smirked. Oh, the irony: stymied by my own hubris.Celia Wanamaker snapped me up coming out of English class. Vivian was waiting for me and Raven was in tow – right up until Paige snapped her up. Celia had me name a biblical character for each letter of the alphabet. Paige had Raven quote bible verses – backwards. As if there was any doubt my day could get worse, it did so immediately.“Oh, the great Priest-King approaches!” screeched Rio on seeing me. “We all must genuflect – that’s kneel down until your head touches the ground for you stupid bitches – until the Mediator passes.” The horrible, horrible thing was that dozens of confused girls started doing just that.“Hold on,” I held up my hands for attention, “Hold on. Rio is mistaken. Genuflecting is only done during the Holy Days of Christmas, Good Friday, and Easter.”Okay, I made that up off the fly and I figured that I wouldn’t be at school for Christmas, and Good Friday and Easter were next year and I’d worry about that then. For now:“Emily, Rebecca, Henrietta, and Magdalena, please carry Rio to her next class – by the legs and arms,” I instructed some of the closest students. “If a door or other object gets in the way, don’t hesitate to use her head as a battering ram.”“Damn, Bro, that’s harsh,” Rio giggled from the floor. I knelt beside her.“Yeah,” I whispered, “like being man-handled by four girls isn’t going to turn you on.”“Don’t tell them that,” she whispered back. I rose and continued on to class. A wiggling, squirming, cursing, and fighting Rio followed us.I went through the same rigmarole in Biblical Archeology. I told the teacher that using my authority over students, I was instructing her to instruct me as if I was any other student…because I was a student and this was the area of my authority; right? She bought into my reasoning with some relief.“How was it?” I mouthed to Rio once class was well on the way.“Two hands all the way up the thigh – one knows I forgot my undies and was thoroughly soaked – two titties grabbed,” Rio described what she’d been subjected to, “and I got to bite Magdalena’s butt. I love those soccer player asses. You are most likely the best friend I will ever know; thank you.”“Always willing to help a fellow pervert out,” I grinned back. Rio winked, then returned to work. I needed all the humor I could get because it was going to be a long damn day. By the time I made Marksmanship at three o'clock, I was damn happy to shoot something. I got some relief by having my best day ever, scoring a 53 (out of a possible 100) at the range. When I finished, I noticed a large number of my club mates standing close by.WOMEN AND THE WORLD AT LARGE“Yes?” I questioned the ladies clustered behind me at the firing line.“Oh, we are huddling behind your manliness,” Daphne, one of the better shooters, joked.“Manliness? Daphne, you just shot an 87. Hell, if you ladies want to be safe, stand in front of me, because apparently that’s the one place my bullets don’t go,” I chided her.That was a slight exaggeration. I was a pretty good shot out to 50 meters, but when I have to use binoculars to even see the target some of these girls are nailing, I know I have a long way to go.“Zane, police your station,” Hope instructed me. “Everyone, it is time for field training.” This was the other part of marksmanship…sneaking around and spotting targets in the woods. We didn’t use live rounds but it was still fun stuff.“Gung-ho!” I responded to Hope. I’d heard that this was the battle cry of an Asian-American unit in World War II; Japanese I think.“I’m Korean, Zane,” Hope tried not to chuckle. “We are not exactly friends with the Japanese.”“If I stop saying it will you ask your Daddy not to come?” I inquired hopefully.“If you keep saying it, I’ll stop telling my Father I can’t live without you,” she countered.“You can’t live without me?” I questioned.“Of course I can live without you, but I had to think of something to stop him from parachuting here in the dead of night and slitting your throat,” she confided.“You are joking; right?” I worried. Hope was nonresponsive as we got our gear together for the hike. “Hope, tell me that was a joke.” Once we passed into the forest, Hope was quiet, business-like and nothing but. We were a mile into our trek when Hope settled down to study the environs. Per procedure, Hope watched to her front and left; I crouched at her back, facing away, and watched to our rear and Hope’s right.We would stay this way until Hope set up on the target, which was when I became her spotter. Since we weren’t there yet, I scanned my area one more time, then cupped my right hand and reached behind me until I touched Hope’s ass. I waited for a reaction of any kind but none came. Three seconds later I began to gently coast along her posterior, lightly squeezing her buttocks and rubbing along her cleft.With a careful ear, I caught Hope’s breath gaining in intensity. A few seconds later, she reached back and tapped my arm lightly so I stopped. Hope then rose carefully and we continued on our way. During the entire encounter, neither one of us had deviated from our watchfulness, which gave the whole situation a greater erotic appeal for me.“Zane,” Hope caught my attention as the last rifle and bullet was secured away, “I really wasn’t sure how you would deal with me…being better than you. How do you do it?”“All the training and skill in the world isn’t worth a damn if you won’t fight,” I tried to explain. “A willingness to fight without talent is a waste. Hope, you didn’t defeat me; you beat me.”She seemed to be searching for my definition of those two terms.“Let’s walk over to Orienteering before Heaven pops,” I suggested. “We can both pin Heaven down but short of killing her, I’m not sure how to stop her.” Hope chuckled at that assessment and nodded. “Hope, you put me on the mat and made me tap out – you beat me. You haven’t discouraged me from coming at you when I feel I’m more capable – you haven’t defeated me.”“Beating implies physical dominance but defeat is a state of mind,” Hope replied as she stripped my definitions bare. I swung back my hand to spank her ass. Hope flinched slightly as instinct recognized the incoming blow and dictated a menu of responses, most of which involved causing me pain. I spanked her left ass cheek; Hope yelped and glared over her shoulder at me in feigned annoyance.“You are a very verbose wench,” I shook my finger at her.“Do you want them to perform an extensive autopsy to figure out where I stuck that finger or are you going to remove it from my face right now?” she challenged me mirthfully. I stepped to her side, draped an arm around her waist; a second later she hesitantly echoed the gesture.When we got to Orienteering, Hope and I parted company and I joined my fellow students as Heaven stood before us. The silence dragged on…and on until I finally felt compelled to raise my hand.“Yes, Zane?” Heaven asked sweetly. You know; that 'sweetly’ that says, I have an iron skillet to the head in my immediate future.“Class? Are we going to have class today? Please?” I mumbled.“I don’t know, Zane,” Heaven glared at me with a vicious smile stitched to her face. “Do we have your permission to have class today? Apparently we need to.” Oh, fuck-buckets; Hope had probably had the same instructions and blown them off; Heaven was going a different way.“I understand,” I announced with dignity as I stood and walked up beside Heaven before facing the rest of the class. “As your appointed mediator, I think we should come forth and pray on the matter. All of you come to the front and kneel in a semi-circle; you too Heaven.” I put a hand on her shoulder and put pressure on her to kneel beside me – right beside me.The girls gathered around, Heaven was on her knees only inches from my crotch with her eyes flickering from my hard cock (I’m giving strong consideration to slamming that bastard in the middle of the US Tax Code to make it calm down) to my eyes. Soon I was in the center of a waist-level sea of slightly swaying female heads.“Let us pray,” I intoned. “Lord, guide us and give us strength to be true to ourselves, have faith in the gifts of insight, determination, and self-worth you have given us. Also, give us the vision to see what is wrong, the knowledge to understand when we hear things that are nonsense, and the will to forge past those words so that we find our own voice. In Jesus Christ’s name we pray; Amen.”“Amen,” the girls said, at varying volumes and with varying conviction. They were all there, on their knees, staring at me. I swear to God, if one of them had 'Baaa'ed, I’d have died on the spot.“Okay, who believes I’m more qualified to teach this class than Heaven?” I began. Two girls started to raise their hands then self-consciously reversed direction.“You are all correct; I am totally unqualified to teach this class. I am totally unqualified to tell any of you to do virtually anything. I don’t know more about life than any of the rest of you do. At eighteen, I’m younger than most of you. I’m a guy, nothing more. You ladies don’t need me. Really, do any of you have any need of me whatsoever?”“Sex,” blurted out of the mouth of Ruth, one of the senior club members. No one said anything for a few seconds. Okay, I could deal with this.“Fine, sex. With the Purity Pledge here, do any of you think you would need me for sex?” Twelve of the fourteen girls raised their hands; counting Heaven made it thirteen. I wanted to be anywhere else but in the deathtrap of my own creation. Screw that; I wanted to crawl into a deep, dark hole and pull the dirt in behind me.“We hear you are really good at it,” Benios tried to explain things to me.“Brandi told us all about blowjobs. Those seem safe enough with the Pledge,” Michelle added. Heaven started snickering at my expense.“All right, everyone,” Heaven raised her voice as she stood up, accidentally squeezing my dick through my pants as she did so, “let’s get started, and if no one screws up today, we can have Thursday’s class in Zane’s bedroom.”We finished the last class for the day and started leaving our outdoor classroom when Ruth put her hand on my lower arm.“Zane, does a blowjob violate the Purity Pledge?” she asked. That wasn’t really what she was asking. Why would I know the specifics of a pledge that everyone knew I hadn’t taken? No, what she was asking was if she could experiment with oral sex with me.The other girls were not so surreptitiously hanging around for the answer.“Honestly, I don’t believe that fellatio is an acceptable alternative to vaginal sex unless it includes cunnilingus,” I bullshitted. I believed that, but I was hoping the lingo would buy me an exit.“What?” Ruth stammered.“Oh, I know that,” Michelle giggled. “Fellatio is when you take a man’s phallus and put it in your mouth, and cunnilingus is when a man puts his mouth…down there,” she pointed at her crotch.“Zane, do you do that too? Put your mouth – ” Ruth hounded me.“Sure,” I confessed. “Every man should, but in reality, it is more than tongue work” – I wiggled my tongue – “but finger work too. All you have to do is think how your fingers feel down there, except this time they are under someone else’s control and you have a strong, flexible muscle added to the mix.” I instantly knew I was missing something with this audience.“You touch yourself; right?” I questioned. By many of the guilty looks, I could tell that most of the class had, but a surprising number hadn’t, Ruth included.“I never have,” Ruth replied. “I was afraid I’d stop being a virgin.” I nodded, walked over to the closest tree, and banged my head against it.“That’s enough for today,” Heaven intervened. “We can pick up this wonderful, non-orienteering discussion next time.” She ushered me away. I was rather thankful to get away and into the company of someone I trusted. “Are you ready for tonight?”“You mean am I waiting to pack your tight ass and drag my fingernails over your back until I draw blood? Yes,” I grinned down at her.“Evil!” she giggled. “You are sinister, vile, and an aberration to all that is pure in the world.”“Well, you are purely wonderful,” I countered. “So is this a case of opposites attract?”“Do you like to see me that way?” my transvestite lover teased.“Your legs on my shoulders as I drive into you; on your hands and knees; you looking down at me as you slide down that first time, your ass cheeks bouncing, with my hands kneading them as you face away, but most of all…with your head on my chest, asleep, your hair spilling over your eyes as you lay there – that’s the best,” I related.“How can you be lusty and sweet at the same time?” she murmured.“It’s how you make me feel, Heaven,” I explained. “It is no mystery – you are that good to me.”“Best boyfriend ever,” she whispered, as she hugged my arm tight. On the final approach to Heaven’s dorm, she gave me a nudge.“So, how did you beat the ten-second rule?” Heaven prodded me.“We have a ten-second rule?” I questioned.“We don’t, silly; it’s Hope’s rule,” Heaven grinned. “No one holds her for more than ten seconds. She has – had proximity issues.”“We were intimate,” I pointed out. “That probably helps.”“I hope so,” Heaven laughed. “The first time Christina and I barged into her room, we found ourselves staring down the barrel of a gun. Chastity was her roommate and she nearly freaked because she didn’t know Hope had an automatic, much less slept with one under her pillow.”“Note to self: never climb in Hope’s window looking for a midnight hook-up,” I sighed.“Hey,” Heaven playfully grumbled, “if you are crawling in anyone’s window for some late-night booty, it had better be my window and my booty you are after, Mister.”“Or what?” I teased. “Are we back to me being in a deep, dark hole, you with the only key, dressed up for me in black strips of leather?”That description dated back to our first day on campus together when she hated my very existence.“Bitch,” Heaven growled with frustrated desire.“I’ll see you at the car in ten minutes, then.” I gave a double pump of the eyebrows and left. We had been invited by Officer Danica Campbell of the Lancaster PD for a barbeque so we could get reacquainted. It was something Heaven was really looking forward to (not that I minded).Danica’s house needed a little yard work but was otherwise an unremarkable ranch style house with an attached carport. Heaven’s hands kept fluttering at her sides and straightening out her skirt. Me; I was in a long-sleeved pull-over and jeans and was having a much easier time of it emotionally. My only problem was our timetable; I had to be back before nine.We could smell the burning charcoal from the front yard but I indicated to Heaven that we weren’t friends enough to simply walk around back unannounced. We rang the doorbell, then rang it again. Heaven was going for a third, nervous try when Danica opened the door.“Hey, you two, come on in,” she greeted us, and stepped aside so we could enter.The first aura I detected in Danica’s home was of benign neglect; the house was inhabited but no one actually lived here. Everything looked old but not worn, except for one chair and the cabinet around the TV which had VHS tapes (?) and scores of DVDs from the past ten years. Danica was in a lumberjack shirt, jeans, and deck shoes with a noticeable lack of bra, panties, and socks.“I’m glad you two showed up,” Danica said, talking to us as we followed her through the living room to the kitchen. We could see the grill cooking away on a concrete patio through a sliding glass door.“I almost showed up last night,” Heaven blurted out, then looked mortified.“You would have had to wait a while,” Danica joked. “I worked last night.”“I would have put her to sleep on the doorstep, covered her in a blanket, and given her a garden gnome to use as a pillow,” I joked. Heaven blushed furiously and punched me in the arm.“Be careful, Mister Braxton,” Danica threatened me with a wink, “I have handcuffs, pepper spray, and a taser – behave.”I was hoping that comical exchange would have reduced the tension. It almost worked. As Danica opened the sliding glass door, she turned to say something. I have no idea what it was that got into her but at that point, Heaven threw herself at our hostess, wrapped her arms around Danica’s neck, and kissed the lady cop. Danica staggered out the door onto the patio, grabbed the doorsill before they toppled over, and after her obvious moment of panic, put her other arm around Heaven’s waist.Third Wheel Syndrome was kicking in for a while as the two kept tickling each other’s tonsils and rubbing their bodies together.“I, ah…wanted to kiss you since I talked to you on the phone,” Heaven finally said. Danica stroked a finger along Heaven’s left earlobe, wiggling it back and forth.“Mission accomplished,” Danica smiled. “You don’t date much, do you? That’s not a condemnation; it’s just, you have a raw intensity I haven’t seen in a while. I like it.” Heaven looked ready to dive into another lip frenzy when our hostess held her up. “Let’s check on the grill, unless you like your pork chops and chicken burnt as hard as the coals that made 'em.”Heaven gave Danica enough lead to make it to the grill and open it up. My friend coughed and choked as the smoke billowed out; it was Heaven’s first outdoor barbeque, or at least the first that didn’t involve a professional pit master and a whole steer.“Give her some room,” I cautioned Heaven. “I hear those things are hot.” It was my first time too, but they had similar things in Thailand so I wasn’t totally lost.Eventually, I was forced to wrap my arms around Heaven from behind to keep her from bouncing all over the place. Her enthusiasm didn’t bother me; she was fun and felt she had a lot of catching up to do. We chatted about her work and our school machinations. Danica made a crack about me and women putting me on my back – funny like a crutch.We gathered in her living room; it was the only room that had the seats to meet our needs with the meat, coleslaw, hush puppies, and lima beans to eat. There was the promise of sherbet if dinner didn’t fill us up. Things were going so smoothly that I almost missed Danica’s little ploy.“Heaven, since you are getting a beer, would you get me one too,” Danica off-handedly mentioned. We were finishing up the meal and washing it down with the appropriate beverage – lemonade in my case and beer in theirs.“Sure,” Heaven smiled warmly, and off she went. She didn’t hear Danica get up and follow her into the kitchen, though Danica did give me a wink.The moment Heaven pulled the two lagers out of the refrigerator, Danica slipped up behind her and pressed her body into Heaven’s. For a second, Heaven thought it was me and was looking over her shoulder to chastise me. I was following but was hanging back.“Zane – ” then she noticed it was Danica, “Huh?”“Hey, Precious,” Danica purred to her, “it seems your hands are occupied;” gesturing to the beer in each. Danica stretched her arms around and cupped Heaven’s breasts and began massaging them. Heaven tried to twist around but Danica didn’t let her. She bit into Heaven’s neck instead, sucking up and down from ear to shoulder.“The last time you snuck up on me; now it is my turn. How does it feel?” Danica continued. She pressed Heaven up against the refrigerator door, grinding her there for a while before letting Heaven turn and faced her.“It feels good,” Heaven gulped, “but I know some other things I want to do to you that are better.”Danica answered that by sensually sliding down Heaven’s body until she was kneeling. From there she lifted Heaven’s skirt, pulled down her double panties and started making kissing/slurping noises that made Heaven shudder in anticipation. Danica was bobbing in a slow, languid style that was pushing the tranny toward her own internal blaze. I saw the opportunity to come up and relieve Heaven of her beers before she dropped them.Heaven’s hands dropped immediately to Danica’s head and trembled with the desire to push Danica farther and farther down her cock. Danica held her off, having more blowjob experience than Heaven and I combined. I took the time offered to remove all our shirts and Heaven’s bra before alternating kissing Danica’s neck and back while playing with her tits, and going to Heaven and kissing her and teasing her nipples with my teeth.She was over-eager and was tapping Danica’s crown inside a minute, indicating the shortness of her fuse. Heaven gave a muted squeak followed by,“Oh, God, that’s so fucking good – take it – oh, God – take it!” Danica did a masterful job of soaking up everything Heaven had to give and draining her dry afterwards.Danica had to hold Heaven’s hips to stop my lover from sliding to the ground on her ass.“I think we will all be passing on the sherbet,” Danica grinned while licking her lips. Heaven nodded, first shakily but soon with much more assurance. I kicked off my shoes in my own endorsement of this plan and we were soon all migrating to Danica’s bedroom.Heaven, new to the romantic aspects of sexuality, dove straight onto the bed and shimmied out of her skirt. Danica and I stopped at the foot of said bed and shed our pants (and underwear for me). As Heaven looked at us, I pulled Danica’s hair aside and began kissing her from right beneath her ear down to the nape of her neck. Danica responded by pressing her backside into me and gyrating her ass on my crotch.Danica ran her left hand behind her back and began moving it sensually along my stomach to the base of my cock and up again. Her right hand stroked my thigh and hip on the other side. I countered by moving my left to her left breast, mauling it but leaving the nipple unmolested for now. My right hand went in a serpentine fashion to her crotch and hovered right above her clitoris.We played tag with our intimate parts long enough for Danica to start sweating and moaning against me.“Why aren’t you married, again?” she snickered. “Oh, yeah, you being eighteen and all.”“Are you too much woman for one man?” I countered.“Actually, I’ve been looking for someone special,” she confessed, but she wasn’t looking at me when she said it. That wasn’t lost on Heaven either; her jaw dropped. “Don’t freak,” Danica reassured her. “I know we don’t have much in common – I’m a townie and you’re a rich girl from somewhere else – but we have until spring if you want to hang out.”It took Heaven a few moments to digest that.“I’d like that, Danica; I’d like that a lot,” she smiled.“Well, I’d like it if you came over here and kissed me before your boyfriend drives me totally nuts,” Danica teased her. Heaven got on her knees and waddled to the end of the bed to join us.“Wait,” Heaven said at the last second, eyes wide with surprise. “I have a boyfriend and a girlfriend – I rock!” and then she dove into Danica’s lips. Danica was propelled into me by Heaven’s passionate embrace. She reciprocated by moving her hand off my hip and onto Heaven’s semi-rigid cock.Heaven’s phallus hardened quickly enough and she upped the tempo by buoying up her breasts and initiating a nipple fight between her tits and Danica’s – wow, a freaking advantage I hadn’t thought of.“Lets – ” Danica gulped for air “– get on…the bed. I want some…of this…in me,” she pulled on Heaven’s cock.Oh, yeah, this was the Heaven-Danica show and I was second fiddle…and I felt it was glorious. 'You are known not by what you do but by what you leave behind,’ or so yet another saying goes. Danica and Heaven were happy with one another, even if only for a little while. That 'while’ included Heaven retreating up the bed as Danica followed and I pursued her.“Have you been a good girl?” Danica quizzed Heaven. “Do we need a condom?” clarified the issue.“No, no, I’ve only been with Zane,” Heaven answered.“That’s hardly a ringing endorsement for safe sex,” Danica chuckled.“Damn, that’s just cold,” I groaned. “For your information, if my partner wasn’t a virgin, she was someone I know intimately.”“So you are not doing it with that Warlord chick living in your house now?” Danica persisted.“How do you even know about that? It happened Sunday,” I wondered.“Zane,” Danica sighed patiently, “I’m a cop and your house is like two miles away.”“Can we get back to concentrating on the sex?” Heaven grumbled. “I’ll wear a condom if you want. I’ll wear a harem girl outfit if you want, as long as it leads to sex with you.”“That won’t be…necessary,” Danica murmured as she positioned Heaven’s cock between her labia then began to push down.I was working out what my place in this could be when I spotted the bottle of lubricant (generic) boldly sitting on Danica’s nightstand – not very subtle at all. I shifted over, got the bottle, then got around behind them once more.“Can I join in?” I asked.“I trust you,” Danica purred. Silly her; I’m behind her with a source of lube and a passion to use it. I poured some out on Danica’s cleft and let it ooze down toward her pussy. I let it cascade over three fingers before sealing it up again. With my left hand, I began working a finger into Danica’s anus, and with my right, I worked another into Heaven’s.“Oh,” Danica grunted, as I slipped past her sphincter. Heaven’s response was to moan sensually. It took me a little while to not only work a finger in but a second one in as well; then the fun began. With Heaven, I began both pumping and making a series of circular motions; with Danica, though, I pressed down until I was counter-massaging Heaven’s cock through the walls of her rectum and vagina.“Oh, my fucking God!” shouted Danica. “That feels great; she’s really grinding against me.”“Keep that up,” gasped Heaven. “I – I can feel your fingers.” Okay, I got this one right. I could also feel the sympathetic impulses growing between Danica’s vaginal walls and Heaven’s penis; they weren’t going to last long. Drilling Heaven’s butthole in rapid-fire fashion sent her crashing ahead of the wave.“Dan – Dan – Danica – Hell, yeah!” Heaven screamed as she slammed upward into the lady cop. Danica’s back bowed and a low growling noise reverberated through her body. Both tried to use their anal muscles to grind my finger bones together; for the orgasms they were riding through, it was worth it.Danica shivered through one last orgasmic burst then settled gently down on Heaven. Heaven reached around with her arms and ran them up and down Danica’s back. Our hostess pushed off her lover’s body with her elbows on the mattress and kissed her nose.“That felt wonderful,” she smiled down at Heaven. Heaven didn’t immediately respond. “Is something wrong?” Danica worried.“I – um – it was really nice, Danica, but –” Heaven worked through the words.“But?” Danica asked.“But I think I’m into guys,” Heaven gave her worried confession. “I’m sorry; what we did felt good but what sent me over the top was –”“Oh,” Danica seemed to deflate.“Hold on,” I intervened, even as my fingers were still slowly working them both. “Heaven, you liked Danica’s blowjob; right?”“Yes. It was wonderful,” Heaven brightened up. “She’s – you are –” she looked into Danica’s eyes “– the best I’ve ever had.”“Still, you like it up your ass, don’t you?” I prodded. Heaven bit her lip and rolled her head to the side. Danica pushed herself onto all fours and sighed.“Well, damn,” she sighed, “I was sort of hoping –”“Danica, would you consider screwing Heaven’s butt? Giving it a chance?” I hazarded.“I’d give it a shot,” Danica replied after a moment’s hesitation. Being with a girl was new; being with a transgender was new; and now being the driving force in anal sex was going to be new too.“I’ll get dressed and go out to the car,” I winked. “Surprise, surprise; I worried something like this would happen so I brought a few things along.”I was afraid that when I got back from the car with my backpack holding the strap-on, that a chill would have set in. I shouldn’t have worried; Danica was surprisingly passionate and Heaven was sheer surprise itself. They were cuddled face to face exchanging small kisses and stroking each other’s hair.“I just want you both to know,” Danica held up a warding hand, “if that thing is longer than my arm, I’m calling this off.” I presented the device for her approval and while it could be intimidating, it wasn’t scarier than Heaven’s normal equipment. “I’m glad that’s going into you and not me,” Danica ended up teasing Heaven. Not to be outdone, Heaven rolled onto her stomach and wiggled her upraised butt in the air.“Oh, she’s begging for it,” Danica laughed.“Yes, she does, and if you think that’s sweet, imagine how nice it is to wake up with her ramming that pole in while riding you,” I painted the picture.“Is there any position she doesn’t like?” Danica inquired.“I’m right here, my butt up in the air. Please, somebody do something,” Heaven whined.“Not that I know of,” I ignored Heaven’s plea. “You could try it in the shower, bent over the sofa, heels up in the La-Z-boy, or hanging from the pull-up bar – she’s quite strong.”“Oh – mmm, thanks, Zane; I’ll explore those opportunities,” Danica grinned.“Hello – butt here…needs stuffing,” Heaven became more insistent.“She’s shameless,” Danica teased happily.“Absolutely,” I laughed, “but if one of us doesn’t fulfill her needs real soon, violence will ensue.”“Zane, you warm her up and I’ll figure out how to put this thing on,” Danica instructed me as she took hold of her sexual toy.“About damn time,” Heaven panted as I worked my first finger in again. I’d oiled up several fingers before handing the lube to Danica to prepare her artificial cock with. Heaven’s anus was already pliable from our activity so it took only two minutes to work the second and third finger in. By that time, both Danica and Heaven were ready.“This is weird,” Danica mumbled, as she placed her phallic head against Heaven’s sphincter. “Let me know if this – ” she got out before Heaven pushed back and gasped. “Doesn’t that hurt?”“Makes me feel full,” Heaven gasped. “Push.” Danica did indeed push, and spanked Heaven for good measure.Now that I was freed up again, I elected to recline beside Heaven and watch her get fucked by Danica. Heaven and I made eye contact; that totally free, blissful look was exceptionally special for me. I’d seen Heaven afraid far too often. I’d seen her furious far too often as well.“Zane,” Heaven perked up, “get over here. I want your cock. I want it coming and going.”“Revenge,” taunted Danica. Heaven and I had given Officer Campbell simultaneous oral and anal sex, and now Heaven was getting the same treatment. I sat my ass on the pillow in front of Heaven’s face, legs spread wide. She grabbed my cock in both hands (my penis is so massive, its ability to block out the Sun often cows primitive tribes – or maybe Heaven has small hands) and yanked it forward somewhat painfully until she could lick the tip.“Come on, Zane,” Danica egged me on, “take hold of her head and fuck her like a cheap slut.” A shudder passed head to foot through Heaven’s body and she gave out a small sob.“Heaven,” I asked cautiously, “do you want to stop?”“I’m being fucked like a slut, Zane,” she replied tearfully. “I’m being fucked like a slut.”You never know with some people. Danica gave me a worried look so I gave her a quick smile and a nod. Heaven wanted to be a woman, but almost as important was that she wanted to be seen and treated like a woman. It may have played out in Heaven’s imagination that she had gone to some seedy bar looking all hot and sexy, then a couple had picked her up so they could treat her like a bad little girl.I raised my hips, feeding more of my cock into Heaven’s mouth.“Spank your bitch’s ass,” I teased Danica. She responded by alternating noisy but not very painful slaps to our tranny’s buttocks. Heaven wanted the tease, not the real pain, and Danica was right there for her.Once we had a good rhythm going, I could feel Danica’s cock slamming at its deepest impact, Heaven squirming and squealing with the pleasure and her tongue and throat swirling around my oral intrusion. She slurped and sucked desperately while a small amount of drool marked her cheek and jaw. Heaven began making whimpering noises along with the grunts when Danica drove in deeper.All the sizzling sex I’d been forced (yeah, right) to watch sent me over the edge first.“Heaven…babe, here it comes,” I chanted several times before I finally did shoot gobs and gobs – so much it shot out her nose and mouth. Okay, not really that much, but I certainly felt some relief.Heaven swallowed with some degree of urgency because she was at her tipping point as well.“Oh, God; oh, God; oh, God, Danica…FUCK!” she cried out, then bucked up hard against Danica. On the second buck, Danica took hold of Heaven by her elbows. Heaven rocked a few more feeble times onto the strap-on but her energy was temporarily spent.Danica wrapped her right and then her left arm around Heaven, pulling her into an upright, kneeling embrace, her breasts squished against Heaven’s back.“Are you okay, Precious?” Danica panted next to her lover’s ear.“I – oh, yeah – I feel great,” Heaven wheezed. “I also…seem to have…made a mess…on the bed.”“I planned for that,” Danica answered with a kiss to Heaven’s neck. “I was hoping we’d end up here. By the way, do you want me to pull this out now?”“Yeah, my ass is getting a bit sore – muscles stretched,” Heaven shivered. I wiggled forward so that Danica could push Heaven against me as she withdrew the artificial phallus from its resting place up Heaven’s back door.When the last of it slipped free, Heaven gave a brief little hiccup, then melted into my arms.“Damn, I’m so glad I met you,” she murmured.“Thanks,” Danica and I said together, then laughed at the confusion. Heaven gingerly curled into my lap while Danica sat back and worked off the sexual aid that had brought so much pleasure.“Well, that was different,” Danica mused. “I’m not sure how much I enjoyed it but I can’t say it turned me off.”“Mmmm…that was good sex,” Heaven smiled at us both. “I like good sex.” I gave her a little nudge and communicated as best I could by eye contact alone. “Thank you, Danica,” she added. “I really liked that – what you did for me.”“In that case, we really should do it again,” Danica said nonchalantly. Heaven perked up right away.“Right now?” she hoped.“No,” I cut that conversation right off. “I need to get back to campus, and that means you have to get back as well.”“But – ” Heaven sounded hurt “– Danica…that means we can’t…”“I know,” Danica interrupted. “Zane has church work tomorrow and then I’m at work for the next five nights, so…maybe next Tuesday?”“I’d like that,” Heaven became excited once more. She crawled over to Danica and began kissing the cop and running her hands all over her body.“Bathroom, clothes, kisses goodbye, and then we have to go,” I prodded Heaven. She looked over her shoulder at me with deep disappointment. Finally, she sighed and nodded. The rest of our visit passed quickly enough. Heaven behaved, I cleaned up the strap-on and myself, and we left Danica with some thank-you’s and a bemused look on her face. I knew that expression; people had described me as having it after my second date with Heaven too.THE BIRTH OF THE JANISSARIESWhen we returned to campus, I felt my stress level rise once more. This time I was reasonably sure I had a plan but I needed some help. I sent out some messages for people to gather, and for a special few, I sent people to get the girls I wasn’t sure would come otherwise. I barely got back to my dorm room before the fire tribal meetings that had taken place there broke up.I wasn’t there to say much but I did impress upon the students that this was my turf and I wasn’t ceding one inch to Ms. Scarlett’s scheme or to any one tribe.The group that I’d assembled was very eclectic – some by force and a few of them I barely knew at all. Of the staff, I brought in Dana Gorman – because she was the prior Head of Security and our current Physical Education Coach – and Gabrielle Black, because she was the current Head of Security and I didn’t want to build an internal police force without her advice and consent.On the justice side of things, I brought in Dr. Bryce Kennedy [FYI: she is a woman], the head of the Pre-Law program, Ms. Hudson Lane, our school lawyer, and Ms. Virginia Goodswell, because I trusted her judgment where teachers and teaching were involved. Despite the oddity of the situation, they all answered my summons and didn’t look frighteningly pissed at my request.Student-wise, there was a sea of familiar faces, if not friendly ones. Only Mhain Reynard had been brought here under threat of force by Hope and Chastity. When most of the two visiting tribes had cleared out, I began my meeting.“What I have to say may ramble a bit but please be patient; we are creating something new here,” I began. “Has anyone heard of the janissaries?”Iona raised her hand, as did Hope, Christina, and Simone Brady (former Junior Class President).“For the rest of you, there was a Muslim empire of Turks who ruled much of Eastern Europe and the Middle East. They would levy a tax against their Christian subjects of young sons, and they would take these boys, force their conversion to Islam, and then use them as elite soldiers and palace guards for the Sultans.”“No, I’m not asking anyone to convert,” I warded off some of the more hateful looks, “but the principle elements of what I say will make sense, I promise. These Janissaries soon rose up to become the chief officials of the Turkish government, the most loyal and trusted of all the Sultan’s men. They were both the military and the civil authority of the Empire.” I let that sink into the crowd of bright young women I’d assembled.“So you want us as your personal guard?” Kylie Frik, a sophomore candidate for Class President, sneered. Clearly, she was thinking harem, not what I had planned. Hannah Cartwright, her opposite in the sophomore camp, figured it out.“You want us to be a police force and, I’m guessing by the presence of a few Law types, to be judges as well. You want a shield between you and direct involvement of things you might do.”“Close, but no cigar,” I grinned to Hannah. She liked me well enough but she didn’t really know me or the twisted way my mind worked. “You wouldn’t be my shield; I would be yours. The Janissaries get together and decide policy and how to best enact it; I give
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In this compelling episode, I have the privilege of conversing with the founder of the Duo Duo Project, an organization dedicated to eradicating China's Dog and Cat Meat Trade. Andrea's journey began with her deep affection for dogs. A pivotal moment occurred when she received a warning about her own dog potentially falling victim to the illicit dog meat trade. Upon investigating the industry, she was confronted with the harsh reality that surpassed her initial apprehensions. Shockingly, over 10 million dogs are slaughtered for meat in China every year. Throughout this episode, Andrea sheds light on the staggering scale of the issue, delves into the prevailing societal attitudes, and explores actionable steps we can take to contribute to a solution. I challenge her to explore the ethical distinctions, if any, between consuming dogs and other animals such as pigs, chickens, or cows.Get ready, this is a good one. Enjoy the episode. *This Episode is also available on Spotify, Apple, Google Play. Timecodes: 0:00 - 2:00 Introduction 2:00 - 7:19 What is Duo Duo Project?7:20 - 9:20 Scale of the problem 9:21 - 14:40 Stopping the dog slaughter trucks14:41 - 18:30 Inside a dog slaughterhouse 18:31 - 22:00 What is the mindset of people who eat dogs? 22:01 - 23:00 What keeps you motivated? 23:01 - 26:00 Achievements 26:00 - 29:27 Dogs are the gateway animals 29:28 - 34:00 Veganism 34:01 - 37:00 What kinds of dogs do they kill for meat? 37:01 - How are they killed? Follow us: https://www.duoduoproject.org https://www.itsjamiescorner.com
Bei Verena werden diese Woche Träume wahr, denn: Sie wurde einstimmig zur Vorstandsvorsitzenden des deutschen Startup-Verbands gewählt und hat somit wieder einen richtigen Job – inklusive eigenem Pressesprecher. Privat klopfte allerdings mit dem Nikolaus der nächste Weihnachts-Fail an, nachdem Verena aus Versehen ein paar Kinderillusionen nachhaltig zerstört hat. Mit Lea hingegen meint es die Adventszeit besonders gut, wozu auch der ein oder andere Shot auf Weihnachtsfeiern sein Positives beträgt. Einziges Manko: Die Eistonne ist eingefroren. Aber auch hier könnte ein Schuss Wodka Wunder wirken. Und falls das nicht funktioniert, hat Lea eine Liste der besten Hotels parat, die sie auf andere Gedanken bringen werden. Während die Weihnachtszeit natürlich in erster Linie den schönen Dingen gilt, so nutzen sie doch viele Menschen auch dazu, in sich zu gehen und sich über wichtige Entscheidungen Gedanken zu machen. Dazu gehören auch Themen wie Vorsorgevollmacht, Patientenverfügung und Testament. Um genau diese Dinge geht es im heutigen Deep Dive. Zu Gast ist Till Oltmanns – Co-Gründer von Afilio, dem „ADAC für die Familie“ und Deutschlands führendem Anbieter von Patientenverfügungen und Vorsorgevollmachten. Er erklärt, wie sich die einzelnen Dokumente unterscheiden, wann welches zum Einsatz kommt und welcher Zeitpunkt der richtige ist, um sich mit diesen zwar sehr emotionalen, aber mindestens genauso wichtigen Fragen auseinanderzusetzen. Bevor Lea einen Online-Programmierkurs für Mädchen zwischen zwölf und 18 Jahren empfiehlt, erzählt sie stolz von ihren Fortschritten in Sachen Schwimmen lernen: Sie weiß jetzt nämlich, was sie noch nicht kann. Der perfekte Anlass also, um sich direkt mit Weltmeisterin Franziska von Almsick zum Kraulen zu verabreden. Weiter geht es mit dunklen Geheimnissen, deren Fokus zunächst aus unerfindlichen Gründen auf Speichel und Gehgeschwindigkeiten liegt, bevor Verena eine Beichte ablegt, die ihr wohl einen baldigen Anruf ihrer Mutter einhandeln wird.
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"One Thing" - Justin Gung - Nov. 5, 2023 by Sermon
Wurdet ihr schon als Kind im Mutterleib mit Musik beschallt? Seid ihr klassikgeschädigt oder Schwermetall-Liebhaber? Kann man seine musikalische Prägung eigentlich selbst in die Hand nehmen oder ist nach der Pubertät eh Hopfen und Malz verloren? Und was hat eigentlich Bach, Beethoven und Wagner geprägt? Eure Hosts Laury und Uli gehen all diesen Fragen zum Start der neuen Staffel nach und zeigen euch außerdem, was sie seit der Kinderstube prägt. Und natürlich darf auch die wissenschaftliche Expertise dabei nicht fehlen. Deshalb ist Musikwissenschaftlerin Kathrin Schlemmer von der katholischen Uni Eichstätt-Ingolstadt die Stimme der Musikforschung in dieser Folge "Klassik für Klugscheißer”.
Yes, we talk about ALL the 'gung-ho' things! How gung-ho are you for your marriage and family?! We dive into priorities with your family and spouse, picking up the Bible instead of your phone (especially in the bathroom!!) living as if you are roommates with your spouse, how to be 'attractive' for your spouse, what to do when you're being pulled 1000 different ways with your kids activities! Maybe it's a time to re-prioritize some of the things you do. Do you make the MOST of the time you have in the car, at the events, in the in-between times or should you say no for this season so you can focus on what TRULY matters (your family and marriage)!
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So bin ich eben! Stefanie Stahls Psychologie-Podcast für alle "Normalgestörten"
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"A Purpose For All" - Justin Gung - July 30, 2023 by Sermon
The Animal Rescue Podcast: what you always wanted to know but didn’t know who to ask
This week my guest is Andrea Gung of Duo Duo Project. Duo Duo Project focuses on ending the dog and cat meat trade through education. We discuss how the project got started and where they plan to take it. If you don't live in an area that supports the dog and cat meat trade, we also discuss ways you can help spread the word to end these practices. You can learn more about the project on social media @duoduoproject or online at www.duoduoproject.org Thanks for listening! If you liked what you heard, please rate, review, and subscribe. If you have ideas for future guests please email me at theanimalrescuepodcast@gmail.com or follow me @theanimalrescuepod on Instagram. You can also learn more about the organizations I interview and how to listen/watch at www.theanimalrescuepodcast.my.canva.site