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From Philadelphia roots to Louisiana leaps, and now leading at Lithia Springs High School, Coach Jones' journey is one of mentorship, simplicity, and culture-building. Guided by the lessons of Coach Al, Kyle has poured his life into developing athletes while keeping the focus on what truly matters — relationships, culture, and grace.In this episode:

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In this episode of Fresh Text, host John Drury and guest Bailey Sonnenberg delve into Colossians 1:11-20, exploring the cosmic and personal dimensions of Christ's role in creation and redemption. They discuss the significance of Christ as the firstborn of all creation and the firstborn from the dead, emphasizing the reconciliation and inheritance believers have through Him.Hosted by: John DruryProduced by:Tyler Sanders (@tylerwsanders) and The Called Collective (@thecalledcollective) Edited by:Ian HinesFacilities Provided by:Indiana Wesleyan UniversityThe Called Collective seeks to equip the next generation of ministry leaders. We accomplish this by resourcing teens and pastors for the work of ministry. The Called Collective Social Network is designed for High School teens called to ministry in order for them to learn ministry skills, share in community with students across the world, and develop their call. Please check out the Called Collective.Podcasts:Fresh Text - A weekly podcast where two pastor-scholars come up with sermon ideas . Every Monday, 1 hr typically.Listen now on Apple Podcasts or Spotify: https://linktr.ee/freshtextpodcastModern Parables - A weekly podcast where four pastors create sermon illustrations from cultural topics. Every Tuesday, 30-1hr typically.Listen now on Apple Podcasts or Spotify: https://linktr.ee/modernparablesGood Days with Eddy Shigley and Charlie Alcock - A weekly podcast where they will share a Ministry Principle and how it has played out in their years of ministry. Every Wednesday, 20-25 minutes typically.Listen now on Apple Podcasts or Spotify: https://linktr.ee/GoodDayswithEddyandCharlieHe Calls Her Shepherd - A Women in Ministry Podcast - A weekly podcast where women called into ministry share their stories. Every Thursday, 30 minutes typically.Listen now on Apple Podcasts or Spotify: https://linktr.ee/thedefiningyesCoffee and Calling - A weekly podcast where a pastor, missionary, professor, or student shares their calling story. Every Friday, 30-35 minutes typically.Listen now on Apple Podcasts or Spotify: https://linktr.ee/coffeeandcallingThe Called Collective is a ministry sponsored by The School of Theology & Ministry (STM) at Indiana Wesleyan University. The School of Theology & Ministry has been equipping pastors, missionaries, and ministry leaders at the undergraduate level for over 100 years. We are relentless in our mission to advance the Kingdom by equipping women and men for a lifetime of transformation service.

In this episode of Alliance Insights, Jack Elliott, Regional VP of Operations with Alera Group and Risk & Insurance Research Academy Board Chair, shares how a high school internship changed the course of his life. The Academy's Sharla Floyd talks with Jack about his path from the classroom to the C-suite and why he is so passionate about creating opportunities for today's students through initiatives like the CISR High School Program. Jack's story is a powerful reminder of how early exposure and industry engagement can truly change lives, and why giving back to the next generation matters now more than ever. Watch now and be inspired to help build the future of our industry. Focusing exclusively on risk management and insurance professional development, the Risk & Insurance Education Alliance provides a practical advantage at every career stage, positioning our participants and their clients for confidence and success.

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Logan Holloman  |  Next Gen Pastor  |  November 16, 2025   Referenced Scripture: Romans 8:26–27, 2 Corinthians 12:8–10,  John 6:38–40, Matthew 6:10, Romans 8:34   Reflection Questions: 1. What does it mean that “the Spirit helps us in our weakness”? What kinds of weakness might Paul be referring to here?   2. Why do you think Paul includes himself when he says “helps us” instead of “helps you”? What does that reveal about humility and dependence?   3. In what areas of life do you feel your weakness most — physically, emotionally, spiritually, relationally?   4. How do you usually respond when you feel weak — do you hide it, push through, or bring it before God?   5. Have you ever had a time when you didn't know what to pray for? How did God meet you in that moment?   6. What comfort does it bring to know that both Jesus and the Holy Spirit are interceding for you?   7. Who might God be prompting you to intercede for right now — to pray for, reach out to, or stand beside?   8. “Prayer isn't performance — it's participation.” How can you practice that kind of prayer this week?   What's your next step? * Connect: We'd love to connect with you! Fill out our Connect Card to receive more information, have us pray for you, or to ask us any questions: http://journeybozeman.com/connectcard * Connect: Get your children connected to our children's ministry, Base Camp: https://journeybozeman.com/children * Connect: Our Student Ministry is for High School and Middle School students: https://journeybozeman.com/students * Give: Want to worship through giving and support the ministry of Journey Church: https://journeybozeman.com/give * Gather: Subscribe to our YouTube Channel: https://www.youtube.com/c/JourneyChurchBozeman * Gather: Download our app: https://journeybozeman.com/app * Gather: Join our Facebook Group to stay connected throughout the week: https://facebook.com/groups/JourneyChurchBozeman

Send us a textThe Back in Time Brothers: High School Hits of the 70sGet ready to jump, get ready to sway! Join DJ Paulie and his brother Lou—The Back in Time Brothers—as heard on URL radio for a wild trip back to the 70s. We're diving deep into the High School Hits of the 70s, the tracks that became the soundtrack to growing up in the decade of lava lamps and Letterman jackets. Lace up your sneakers and crank the volume as we revisit the rock anthems that blasted out of Trans Ams, including Ted Nugent's guitar-fueled "Strangle Hold", Deep Purple's "Highway Star" (a badge of cool for teens who loved cars and guitars), and Head East's "Never Been Any Reason," often nicknamed the rock and roll national anthem.We've got the full rock spectrum, from the raw blues-driven rocker "Tush" by ZZ Top, to the ultimate cruising music, Fog Hat's "Slow Ride", all the way up to Edgar Winter Group's feel-good classic, "Free Ride". And when the lights dimmed at the gym? We've got the ultimate teenage heartbreak ballad, Nazareth's "Love Hurts," which filled high school proms.But we're more than just classic rock! The Back in Time Brothers bring the laughs with their infamous segments:Rock Talk: 70s Fads: Expert Todd Snyder deep-dives into the wonderfully weird world of 70s culture. We explore everything from the infamous Pet Rock (which sold over 1.5 million units for $3.95 a piece), to the mystical and pseudoscientific mood ring, and the bizarre cultural juggernaut of streaking (a competitive sport on college campuses). We'll also look at how Happy Days gave us the phrase “jump the shark” when The Fonz water-skied over one!Stupid Criminals: Tune in for a weekly lineup of losers, dimwitted schemes, and laughable mistakes. Hear about the woman busted for dressing in a hot dog costume and covering her neighbor's car in toilet paper, or the man who decided to sell marijuana to raise money to afford police academy.Random Facts: Lou and Paul share bizarre scientific and animal tidbits, like how one teaspoon of neutron star material would weigh billions of tons and why a bearcat smells like hot buttered popcorn!Bad Dates: Listen to real-life dating disasters, including a guy who threw the ends of French fries on the floor, another who immediately called his blind date "average looking", and a disastrous encounter involving a Bills-themed man cave and a perplexing "mommy kink".So, slip on those bell bottoms, adjust the leisure suit lapels, and get ready to be taken on a free ride. The Back in Time Brothers are bringing the sound and the laughs!Support the showThanks for listening. Join us each Monday at 1pm Central at www.urlradio.net and follow us on Facebook!

Greg Pogue and Bubba Spears talk with Page High School head coach Charles Ratbone on Prep Football Talk.

Anderson launched the Ely ski program from scratch back in the 1990s and guided the Timberwolves to prominence over the next two decades. She coached the boys to a state title in 2010, countless section championships and runner up finishes going against section 7 rival Duluth East, and guided Erin Bianco — a current BSF World Cup skier — to the individual title in 2017.We reached out to hear her ski story, how she built such a successful program, and her advice to coaches trying to do the same. Ely has one of the smallest student populations for schools with cross-country skiing, yet she continues to attract a team that makes up almost 10% of enrollment at the high school. The Ely ski team is a club team that is funded only from community supported fundraisers. Paula is involved with the yearly acquisition of funds to secure that another ski season will take place in Ely. She not only works to make sure the funds are developing, but that the skiers are developing as well by leading a summer workout program. Her ability to individualize the training for her athletes is a unique skill. 

The Time Riders: Part 7 Becoming A Slave Owner. Based on a post by BiscuitHammer, in 16 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels. Cast of Characters: Mark Simmons: 18 year old High School grad, enamored with Miss Becky Fischer. He finds the time machine and builds a new life. Uses various aliases in traveling. Rebecca 'Becky' Fischer: Mark's Physics teacher. Very intelligent, in her later twenties, Shapely Tall Blonde, lusty bisexual, D Cup tits. Martial arts expert, Uses various aliases in traveling. Henri: Claims to be a French physician and Apothicary. Chester Edgerton: Time traveling mentor, living in 17th Century French village. Cardinal Richelieu: ‘The Red Duke'. Statesman and Roman Catholic Cardinal. Dispises Queen Anne. Alexandra D'Assaut ('Alexa', or 'Lexi': Lady in waiting (and trusted advisor) to Queen Anne of France, Lusty bisexual, Very Tall, Busty DD tits, long golden blonde hair, Blue eyed. Lisette: servant (and lover) of Lady Alexandra, young, bespeckled brown eyes. Short, shapely, with wavy dark hair, bisexual. Dhallyla: Mark's mother. Roxy: Mark's sister. Nanu: An Egyptian slave of Pompeneia Flavius, purchased by Becky, dark complexion. Pompeneia: Roman hostess of Orgies. Lusty wife of Flavius, Mother of Domitia, bisexual, tall and shapely. Flavius: Roman aristocrat, husband of Pompeneia, protective father of Dometia, Domitia: Lusty young daughter of Pompeneia and Flavius. A pledged Vestal Virgin, Escapes to Sumeria when sentenced to death by starvation by Roman court. Pompeneia looked at Nanu and spoke to her somewhat tersely. "You are now owned by the Lady Aurora Horatia, who has purchased you at a fair price from me. Such belongings as you might have, girl, will be leaving with you when the Lady departs. Understood?" Nanu's eyes widened and she felt her heart suddenly pounding in her chest in shock and delight. Unable to contain her smile, she nodded eagerly. Pompeneia looked back at her guest and smiled. "She is all yours, my lady." Becky looked at Nanu and smirked, making a shooing motion with her hand. "Well, what are you waiting for, girl? Go find that lazybones Bonosus and tell him." Nanu was gone in a flash. Becky turned to look at Pompeneia and smiled wickedly as she leaned her back down on the couch and wiggled her way between Pompeneia's hips, so that her mouth was at her hostess' cunt. "Now, how about I find another way to thank you for your generosity?" she purred as she began sliding her tongue along those sticky lips; Mark was wandering through the darkened rooms of the parts of the house not currently being used by the orgy, still looking for a damn lavatory. Why the Hell did the Romans have such fucked-up house layouts? He'd passed about ten servants' bedrooms already; was he just supposed to piss on one of them? He paused as he heard a quiet noise, one he recognized quickly as sighing. It had been coming from a room nearby, and it was definitely a girl's sigh. Or a really femmy boy slave. You couldn't guess in ancient Rome. Either way, he decided to investigate. He tiptoed forward, looking into various dark rooms he'd passed. He heard another sigh, and then something more akin to a moan. He smiled slyly, identifying the room it had finally come from. He crept up and peered around the open wooden doors to look inside; She had her back to him, but inside the dark chamber, which was obviously a bedroom, was a young woman, with her face seemingly pressed to the far wall, and squirming her hips beneath her expensive clothing and beginning to pant. She had voluminous brown hair worn up on her head, exposing a shapely neck, and her stola dress had ridden up high enough to expose her lush ass cheeks, which were quivering and squeezing while she fingered herself. Grinning, Mark leaned against the door frame and just watched quietly. He wasn't beyond a good show. A tiny point of light near her head finally showed Mark what she was doing; there was a small hole in the wall, big enough for her to see through, and she was clearly watching the orgy happening on the other side. She was also clearly having a great time getting off to it. He liked the sight of her, at least, what he could readily see; she had a great ass, a slender back and shapely legs. Her dark brown hair, worn in several braids, was just begging to be pulled on. He couldn't see her cunt from here, but he could definitely hear how wet she was. He quietly entered the room and glided up behind her. She smelled of iris and roses, a perfume he found thrilling, especially here in this dark room, both of them unseen by the scores of others in the villa. His cock, still hard and throbbing, couldn't wait to be buried deep inside her. He moved in close and pressed up against her, his rigid shaft sliding between her legs. She shuddered in shock and drew in a breath, as if she was about to scream; but he quickly and gently clamped his hand over her mouth and wrapped his other hand around her waist. Her moved his head next to her ear. "You don't need to scream or be frightened," he whispered, feeling her still shaking. "I am the Lady Aurora's servant Bonosus, and I just want to be with you this day;” She turned her head, her eyes wide, as she tried to see him, his hand still loosely over her mouth. Her body was still stiff in possible panic, but she hadn't cried out yet. He smiled at her, trying to assure her he meant no harm. "If I let go of your mouth, will you scream?" he asked. The girl shook her head. For whatever reason, Mark believed her, and removed his hand from her mouth, and his arm from around her waist. She didn't run, but she threw herself against the wall she was standing next to, almost clutching at it as she turned around to face him. Her eyes were still wide, and he could see she was breathing heavily. "See? I'm not gonna hurt you," Mark said, smiling cheerfully. Staying pressed against the wall for safety, she looked him up and down slowly, noticing now that he was quite naked. Her eyes lingered on his erect cock for several seconds, as if captivated by it. He could now see her from the front, and what he was looking at pleased him; she had a pretty face, certainly. Not exotic, like Nanu, nor was she as striking and just plain gorgeous as Becky, but it was a pretty face nonetheless. Her eyes were brown, her cheekbones high, and her mouth sensual and full. The face; he knew it. Lady Pompeneia and Master Flavius! This must be their daughter. He continued looking at her body, noting now that her entire outfit was askew; not only had her dress been pushed up around her hips in front, to allow her to finger herself, but the top of her dress was pulled down, no doubt so that she could play with her pert tits. They were not large, but looked perfectly full on her slender frame, capped with brown aureoles and nipples, which were still hard. She had a tiny waist and womanly hips. He was going to enjoy fucking her. "My name is Bonosus, like I said," he repeated, moving in a tiny bit closer to her. She didn't try to escape, but perhaps flattened herself a little more against the wall. He tried not to seem so forceful. And odd thing, since he was at an orgy, and was already used to just fucking whomever he liked. "Would you tell me your name?" She finally spoke, her voice low and quiet. "My name is Domitia. I am the daughter of your hosts, the Master and Mistress Flavius." "I am very happy to meet you, Domitia," he said, smiling and nodding. In his ear, he could hear the implant translate her name as 'she who is tamed'. He suddenly had a very good feeling about this encounter. "In the name of my mistress' goddess, Feronia, I would ask you to join me in making love." "You; you are kind, Bonosus," she stammered, her face pale, but a flush in her cheeks. Her eyes were no longer wide, but turning glassy. "But I must; I shouldn't;” "I thought today was a day where all people cast aside their inhibitions, and did exactly as they pleased," he reasoned, stepping a little closer, noticing that she did not attempt to move away from him. "I already saw you looking through that hole there;” Now Domitia blushed furiously, turning her head to look at the ground. "I am ashamed; I should not; I shouldn't have been;” "What were you looking at, anyway?" he queried, pressing himself against her, his cock now flat against her belly, separated from her skin only by the fine material of her stola. She shivered as she felt his cock press to her, and her hands reached up and flexed, without touching him. Leaning over her shoulder, her wondrous scent in his nostrils, he closed one eye and peered through the tiny hole in the ochre-painted wall. He smiled slyly as he could see that the hole looked out on the palaestra, the courtyard in which he and Becky (and several others) had been fucking earlier. Even now, he could see a man bending a slave girl over in the shallow pool and fucking her from behind, while two women beyond the pool were lying opposite each other, legs scissored and slithering their pussies together. One of them was sucking on the cock of a slave who leaned over her, moaning and fondling her tits. "Well, you were enjoying yourself, clearly," Mark mused, turning and smirking at her. She looked at him, trying to smile back, but then just blushing and looking at the ground again. At least she wasn't trying to leave anymore. "Would you like to watch through the hole again while I fuck you from behind?" Something in his suggestion made her tense very suddenly, and she looked at him again, her eyes now wide. "I; shouldn't; no, my parents must not know I'm here, they; I should return to my domicile." "Are you married?" he asked, thinking that even if she was, she had showed up at her parents' orgy and was making herself cum, even if she'd been hiding. Marriage didn't seem to be a barrier during an orgy, near as he could tell. By his count, he'd already fucked at least four married patrician women and three plebeian women today. "Yes! No! I;” she stammered, blushing again and closing her eyes. Against her will, she inhaled deeply, taking in his raw, animal scent. Gods, he smelled divinely of sexuality, of carnality, of; heated fucking. It made her instantly wet, and her body trembled in need. "I cannot;” He smiled slyly and could tell that she wanted to stay. Even though she was protesting, he could already feel her hips pressing forward, squirming against him, desperate to finish what she was started when she was alone. She wanted to cum with him. "Then don't say anything," he whispered to her, his hands on her hips now. She shuddered again, her eyes wide and glassy as she gazed up at him. "Let me take care of this for you, Domitia;” He couldn't be sure, but the thought she nodded almost imperceptibly. Her felt her tits press forward against him. Her name means 'She who is tamed'; He took both her wrists in one hand and lifted them, pinning them against the wall over her head. She gasped and shivered, seemingly cowed by his superior strength. Her hips squirmed against him again, her tits heaving as she almost began to pant. Her eyes were flashing now, and he could see lust in them, almost as if it was forbidden and impure. He would give her what she wanted, that was certain. Domitia sucked in her breath as he put his free hand on her tit and fondled her, the soft skin yielding before his touch, his palm brushing over the hard nipple. Domitia bit her lip as she tried to remain quiet, her whole body trembling with a need for release. Mark caressed her other tit as well, pinching the nipple and pulling on it gently, making the brown-haired girl whimper and squeeze her eyes shut. "No; uh;” she gasped. His hand now found her waist and undid the cotton strip that belted the stola, letting it fall away. Domitia was breathing heavily now, especially when he began to pull her dress down, revealing more and more of her body. She gasped loudly as she felt his hard cock pressed against her belly now. She pushed her tits against his chest, squirming with urgency. Her protests made less and less sense by the moment, although he surmised it was just for show. Girls did that sometimes. At least, that's what Becky and other girls he'd fucked had told him. Domitia seemed to be no exception. Her stola now pooled around her ankles, revealing her body. The one flickering brazier in the corner of the room revealed that he had seen correctly; she had a lovely body. Not an erotic fantasy like Becky's, which was the product of the modern era of vitamins, yogurt, quinoa, hemp seeds and CrossFit, but still lush and attractive, and currently given to a deep-seated lust he wanted to fulfill. Her eyes were flashing as they stared up into his, her tits heaving. She bared her teeth as he reached down and cupped her cunt, which was now dripping wet. His finger slid up and down her length, finding her clit and eliciting a gasp. Her hands, still pinned above her head, flexed compulsively. She was breathing heavily now. "Keep your arms above your head," Mark said firmly as he released them and brought his hand down, both of them reaching behind her and taking hold of her ass cheeks. Domitia almost hissed as he lifted her up, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. She had readily obeyed, and kept her arms over her head, as if they were still pinned there. Her submission to him seemed very real and complete. Looking into her eyes, he held her steady, leaning her back against the wall while one of his hands guided his cock to her wet entrance. One he felt the engorged tip nestle against her lips, he placed his hand back on her ass cheek and began to push; Domitia breathed deeply as he penetrated, but then shook and whimpered as he encountered a barrier. Mark paused, but then felt her push her hips against him, and proceeded to lean forward against the wall. She shook and cried out, and Mark suddenly slipped deep inside her warmth easily. Holy shit, she'd been a virgin; awesome! She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and buried her face against his neck, trembling almost uncontrollably. Seconds later, she lifted her face and look up at him, her eyes glassy. Whatever pain she'd been feeling was clearly gone, now. He could, on the other hand, feel a single, warm trickle of a fluid down the underside of his cock, and the air smelled slightly of pennies now. "You have made me a woman," she murmured, still staring at him. "Let us finish this wondrous coupling now. Fuck me, Bonosus, servant of Lady Horatia;” She put her arms back above her head again, her wrists crossed, as a sign of his power over her. Mark nodded and began pumping slowly, sliding his cock in and out of her. Domitia trembled again, at the feel of him inside her, hard and throbbing, her cunt squeezing around him. She sighed loudly, eyes still locked with his. "A girl could die this way, and happily;” she breathed, squirming her tits against his chest. It was a bit of a strange thing to say, he thought, maybe a little morbid, but teen girls were like that sometimes, with the weird, poetic drama. He'd fucked a goth chick once, and she was; Domitia grunted and began pumping back against him lustily, all her fears of their fucking obviously gone. She was hissing through her teeth, grinding her hips against him as he made a sawing motion with his, pushing deep inside her wanton cunt. He could feel her cunt tightening around him as she found their rhythm, slippery and getting wetter by the moment. She jammed her lips against his and kissed him feverishly, their tongues wrestling between their mouths. He held her tighter, thumping her against the wall each time he thrust his cock deep inside her. She moaned into his mouth, and her warm skin was getting damp with sweat as he took her. She might have been a virgin mere moments ago, but her carnal desires would not be denied anymore. Domitia pushed back for all she was worth, her arms finally coming down and gripping his back. They were still kissing in a frenzy, and Mark was breathing through his nose, his hips smacking against hers. Domitia panted and moaned into his mouth with each thrust, her fingernails raking his back as she fought to get him ever deeper inside her. Her need almost baffled him, because he could feel the head of his cock battering her cervix each time he drove home. The wet sucking sounds her cunt made filled the room, even over the sounds of their groans. Mark was growing warm now, and he could feel that the sex tabs he'd used had already replenished his cum, deep inside his balls. When he did bust, this girl's first experience would see her overflowing with cum, his cum, and it would be glorious. He wanted to bring her out of hiding and over to the orgy. He wanted to fuck her at the same time as he fucked Becky and Nanu. Domitia seized up suddenly, shaking around him and screaming into his mouth while her cunt clenched him ferociously. He kissed her hard, making sure she didn't alert the whole house, and fucked her harder than ever, making her wail into his mouth again. He could feel his own body heating up rapidly, the distinct, tingling boiling in his balls letting him now that orgasm was now unstoppable. Mark pulled her hard against him, pressing into her as far as he could, straining and arching his back. The floodgates burst and he began filling Domitia with his pearly cum, and she panted and almost growled at the release. She churned and writhed on his cock, her frothy essence smearing his entire groin. He felt the peristaltic motions of his inner muscles, spurting his cum up his cock and deep inside his lover, a glorious, blessed release. Best. Orgy. Ever. He sagged against her, breathing heavily, while Domitia went limp in his grip, sighing in deep pleasure. She was no longer raking her fingernails over his back but caressing it gently, almost reverently. It was kind of backwards, since he was supposedly a slave and she was a patrician's daughter, but what the hey, she was a total subbie, right? She purred as she kissed his damp skin, still undulating her hips against him and squeezing his cock gently with her gooey cunt. He held her close, his forehead against her neck while he tried to regain his breath. This orgy was barely half over. There was so much to; The screech from behind them froze his blood instantly. He went rigid for several moments, before his head snapped around and he looked to see who was in the doorway. Gazing at the entwined pair in astonishment, bordering on horror, was Nanu. Still quite naked, her face was frozen in shock, her mouth working soundlessly. Confusion engulfed him, wondering what had caused the slave-girl to have such a caustic reaction to what she'd seen. Was it jealousy? It couldn't be that; she'd watched him fuck plenty of other women today. He looked back at Domitia, and saw that she had frozen as well, pale with what could only be described as terror about their discovery. That confused him too. What the Hell was happening here? Endless feet seemed to come stampeding toward them, and cries of shock now echoed through the house. Master Flavius surged through the door and stopped dead, his eyes wide as dinner plates. "Domitia!" he said in a quavering voice, pointing a trembling finger at the duo. "What are you;" Lady Pompeneia, accompanied by Becky, now bustled into the room. The matron stopped dead upon seeing them, her body shaking. Becky's eyes went wide. "Oh, shit;” she muttered in English. "Father!" Domitia called out, still impaled on Mark's cock, but looking over his shoulder at her parents. "Mother, I;” She made to move, but Mark's tool shifted inside her, and she gasped in pleasure and began wriggling furiously, fucking him again despite their ever-growing audience. People cried out in shock, and Lady Pompeneia's eyes rolled into her head before she fell to the floor in a dead faint. The cacophony grew, with Mark staring in confusion and Domitia grunting like an animal as she fucked her way to ecstasy again, seemingly unable to stop. A patrician woman entered and shrieked, scandalized by what she saw. "The slave!" she called out, aghast. "He has defiled one of Vesta's Virgins!" As if in response, Domitia shook and arched her back, wailing loudly as she came. "Seize that man!" shouted Flavius, his face purple with fury. Free men and slaves both surged forward, grappling onto Mark and trying to yank him away. But Domitia would not be pried off him, howling in protest and still grinding herself madly on his cock, squealing through another orgasm, even as they led the pair away. Most of the crowd followed them out, still clamoring loudly. Some women helped the swooning Pompeneia to her feet, and led her out of the room. Soon, the only people left were Becky and Nanu, who stood in the doorway. The slave-girl stared at her new mistress, who shrugged rather helplessly. Nanu turned and followed the crowd, leaving Becky alone in the room. It was eerily quiet now, the noise of the crazed crowd getting increasingly distant; people yelling in outrage, punctuated by the distinct sounds of Domitia cumming yet again, loudly. Becky finally hung her head for a moment, shaking it and smiling. "Oh, I can't wait to see how this turns out;” she said to herself as she walked out the door. The Wrath of Rome The mightiest city in the world, lord of Europa, teeming with untold citizens, slaves and foreigners. Blessed by Jupiter, greatest of the gods, and fed by the ancient Tiber River, Rome stood glorious and invincible, crowned with seven hills like jewels. Not that Mark could see any of that from his tiny, stinky little prison cell. He sat on the dirty floor, sighing despondently as he looked through the iron bars that separated him from the rest of the world. He'd found a corner that was not sticky with the effluences of previous inhabitants of the cell, crouching up with his knees to his chest. He suspected that the tab he was wearing would protect him from disease and sickness, but he'd be damned if he was taking any chances. He heard grunting and groaning from the cells behind him, then an absolutely disgusting series of splattering noises as someone began crapping themselves messily. He wrinkled his nose in revulsion and stared along the bottom of the wall, making sure nothing was likely to seep through. He turned his head and stared blankly across the small hallway at the cell opposite. Out of the darkness, a deranged, naked man appeared, his wild, scraggly beard greying and caked with God-knows-what. He cackled at Mark and helicoptered his cock at the new prisoner, all the while trying to shake the bars of his cell. Mark shook his head and looked away, finding a spot on the wall to stare at. He noted some graffiti, in Latin, brown with age; it was either dried blood or shit, but he decided he didn't care enough about what it said to get closer. He'd taken off the ratty tunic they'd given him, because it stank and had things crawling in it. Since he'd been arrested and dragged off naked from the Flavius villa, with Domitia still impaled on him, they'd eventually attempted to cover him up; somewhat difficult, since he was suffering from what was essentially medically induced priapism. Even now, he gazed down between his legs, noticing that his cock was still rock-hard. Had the tab malfunctioned? Was he supposed to stay erect this long? What the Hell kind of sex were they having in the twenty-eighth century that a guy needed to stay hard for a day and a night? He closed his eyes and pressed his head against his forearms, trying to figure out how it had all gone wrong; how the Hell was he supposed to know that there was a Vestal Virgin hiding in the damn house and masturbating? He'd heard of Vestal Virgins, of course, but he knew nothing about them. He'd paid attention in History class only moderately more than he had in Physics. Seemingly, he'd done an incredibly bad thing. Like 'fucking a pastor's blind virgin daughter on the altar' kind of bad. As decadent as Rome might have been, you didn't mess with their Vestals. He wished Becky was here. He hadn't seen her since he'd been dragged away from the villa, and he hoped she was okay. He had no idea if she was going to be in trouble or not, since she was supposed to be his owner. He groaned and shook his head, wishing he'd just wake up and this was all a dream; “Damn!” "Shut up in there!" said one guard harshly as he walked by. "Gonna make me, tough guy?" Mark grumbled, once the chip in his head had translated what the guard said, even though he could've probably figured it out on his own. The guard whirled around and stuck his arm through the bars, trying to hit Mark with the cudgel he was carrying. Mark hurriedly dodged out of the way and grabbed the club from the man's hand; the guard's eyes widened as Mark glared down at him, much taller than his would-be assailant. Mark was just over six feet, while the Roman was maybe five-three. The man's gaze dropped to Mark's erection, which pointed at him angrily. "Listen, pal," Mark growled, beyond caring about his hard-on at this point. "Try that again, and I'll shove this club of yours so far up your ass that you'll have splinters in your tongue for a month. Got it?" The man nodded hastily, his face pale. "Good," Mark grunted, shoving the cudgel bac through the bars at him. "Now fuck off and leave me alone." The guard hurried away while the crazy guy across from Mark cackled again and babbled incoherently at his retreating form. Mark slumped back down and continued moping. He'd been in this little crap-hole for the best part of a day now, without food or a chance to relieve himself, unless he chose to piss on the floor. He felt rather justified in sulking. Several minutes passed before he was interrupted once again. "Well, you look pretty grumpy for someone who spent most of yesterday getting laid;” chimed a sweet voice. Mark's eyes flicked open and he stood up hastily, gawking at his Physics teacher, who stood outside his cell, smiling at him in amusement. "Becks!" he said hastily, wiping at himself as if he had clothes on, forgetting that he was naked. "Hi! Uh; I'm glad you're okay!" "It's good to see you too, handsome," she replied, her eyes trailing down to his erection. She was wearing the elegant stola and accoutrements of a patrician woman now, much more modest than her attire just the day before. "Guess your hormones haven't worn off yet, hmm?" "Oh, he's got a mind of his own," Mark muttered, blushing slightly. "Trust me, the lynch mob was quite a libidoectomy. Where've you been?" "Well, once you got carted off, I thought I'd better take a look into what was likely to happen to everyone involved," she stated, seemingly not that concerned. "Roman litigation is a weird thing. They have trials, and you'll have a lawyer appointed to you, but the court of public opinion really counts as well, it seems." "So, I really screwed up when I fucked one of their Vestal Virgins?" Mark asked, trying not to sweat. Becky smiled. "Mark, you had no way of knowing, because she never should have been there to begin with. Vestal Virgins don't, in theory, belong to their parents any more, after they're selected for the honor. For her to be hiding in a room in her parents' house, jilling off, is a huge breach of her vows already, never mind getting caught with you bruising her brainstem." Mark thought about that for a moment. "So; Domitia's in trouble too?" "She's in even more trouble than you, to be honest," replied the teacher, shrugging. "You, you're some shmuck slave who got lucky. Her, she broke Rome's most sacred vows. She might as well have squatted over and peed on the Sacred Flame they protect, to extinguish it. Everyone associates the Vestals with the spiritual well-being of Rome itself. If one of the Virgins is impure, it's bad for Rome." "Damn;” he said under his breath, frowning at the floor. "Well, what about you? Are you in shit at all, because you're my owner?" "Well, not so far," Becky mused. "I'm sure that can change at a moment's notice, if anything goes really wrong." "Really wrong?" Mark exclaimed, gesturing to the cell around him in exasperation. "If this is only moderately wrong, I'd hate to see what's really wrong you're going on about!" "Oh, don't be such a drama llama," she cooed, waving dismissively. "We'll figure this out." "Are you okay, Becks?" he asked, making a wry face as he looked at her. "Last time we were in trouble like this, you kinda She-Hulked out on everyone, remember? You kicked at least five people in the crotch, one of whom was Cardinal Richelieu." "Yeah," she said almost wistfully. "I think my system is flooded with hormones from those tabs, and they're making me pretty mellow. I'm still in love with you right now, for instance." "Well, not to exploit your chemical imbalance here, but what are the chances of you doing something to make sure the man you're in love with doesn't die in this cell?" Mark said rather insistently. "Oh, you won't die in this cell," Becky pointed out. "The Romans weren't big on imprisonment at this point in their history. They're probably either gonna behead you or crucify you." "Becks!" Mark said loudly, going pale and beginning to panic. "You can't let them behead me, I like my head where it is!" "Yes, you are rather attached to it," she giggled. "And don't worry about getting crucified, only I'm allowed to nail you, after all. And speaking of;” She slinked forward, smiling saucily at him, lifting the hem of her long stola, revealing her wet cunt beneath. She turned around, presenting her shapely ass to him and swaying it back and forth while looking over her shoulder at him. "How about you put that stout nail of yours in my tool box?" she purred. "Now?" he exclaimed. "Not like you have anything else to do at the moment, Mark," she pointed out, still wiggling at him. "Move up to the bars and stick it out here;” Ignoring his exasperation, Mark sighed and pressed himself up against the bards, his rigid cock sticking out the other side. Becky lined up her sticky cunt with the head and pushed herself back on it, sighing in bliss as she did. Mark trembled as he penetrated her, having to admit to himself that it felt good to be inside his teacher. Becky closed her eyes as began squirming back against him, sliding his hardness in and out of her cunt. Eighteen hours without sex had felt like eighteen years, no doubt due to the hormones from the tabs. She guessed that their bodies, new to these stimulants from the far future, were not acclimated to the effects just yet; not that she was complaining, mind. She groped and massaged her tits as they spilled out of the top of her stola, reveling in the feel of Mark's lovely cock splitting her wide and touching deep inside. She stood up and pressed back against the bars, keeping his manhood firmly locked inside herself, wiggling and swaying, but also bringing his hands around to her tits, which he now squeezed and massaged in circles, making her groan loudly. The bars kept them apart somewhat, but he was still deep inside her, and that was what counted. Until she opened her eyes and saw the crazy guy in the cell across from them, looking at her with wild eyes, his tongue lolling out of his head, and jerking his filthy cock madly. "I miss seeing your face, Mark," she decided, turning around suddenly and pressing close to him again. She made him hold the bars, steadying his throbbing cock while she sidled forward, taking him inside her cunt again, sucking in her breath. She held onto the bars as well, squirming her hips. The bars were too closely spaced together to fit her legs through and wrap them around his hips, but he was still deep enough inside her to fuck her properly. "Hmm, baby;” If any guards knew what was happening, they chose to not interfere or even be nearby. They left the wealthy patrician woman alone. Of all the places Mark had expected to fuck Becky during their temporal travels, this would have been one of the last, he had to admit. Becky pushed her lips against his, kissing him deeply and lovingly. Their tongues tangled as she fucked him, exhilarating in the feel of his hard shaft in her and knowing she was going to cum quickly, and hard. She broke the kiss and stared into his eyes, her own flashing with lust. "You gonna cum in me, Mark?" she breathed, grinding on him hard, biting her bottom lip. "I want your cum in me, baby." He nodded, breathing heavily. He'd practically forgotten about his predicament, lost in the delirium of fucking his teacher. He pumped his hips back and forth in time with her movements, her cunt tightening around him and getting wetter with every second. He felt his cock throbbing and swelling inside her. "Yes, baby," she gasped, her skin flushed pink, her body trembling as she fought to hold on a few moments longer. "Cum deep inside me, Mark; oh God;” Becky clenched her teeth and arched her back as she pushed forward with her hips, straining hard; she felt Mark push against her as hard as he could, touching her cervix, and she shuddered and moaned loudly. The dam burst and he began cumming inside her, flooding her cunt with his desire. Becky shivered in pleasure, squeezing around him. They both sighed as the orgasm finally passed, leaning forward and pressing their foreheads together. Her fingers knotted with his and she gave him a peck on the lips before smiling. "Feel better?" she asked. "Oddly enough, yeah," he admitted, nodding. "So what do we do now? I don't wanna die here, Becks." "I know, don't worry, we'll figure it out," she replied, caressing his face with one hand while lowering the skirt of her stola with the other. "I've just gotta find out some things." "Can't we just bust me outta here and get out of Dodge?" he asked, not sure what the delay was. She gave him a quirky look. "Are we just supposed to leave Domitia to her fate? It's your fault she's doomed to death, you know. And there's also the matter of Nanu and what to do with her. We can't just prance around the timeline and mess up things with peoples' lives, Mark. I know you do it because you want to get laid, but there's still real consequences. You're living one of them." He sighed: "Yeah, you're right. I'm just worried." "I know you are, my love," she said gently, smiling warmly. "Just let me see what I can find out. Hang tight and stay out of trouble, okay?" She kissed him again lovingly and whispered something in his ear before sauntering out. He watched her leave and then sat back down, trying to ignore the fact that his hard-on was now sticky, on top of everything else. Getting shot by Richelieu may be have been ultimately worse, but this predicament was certainly less convenient. Some hours passed, and his mood decidedly did not improve. "Hello, my name is Faustus, and I am your legal representation during your trial," said a dull voice from beyond his cell. Mark's eyes drifted over to lay on a short, pudgy, balding man draped in a rather worn toga. He had some scrolls in a satchel he wore over his shoulder. He assessed Mark somewhat disinterestedly. "You are the slave Bonosus, yes?" Mark nodded. "And you are aware of the charges against you?" "Yup, I unknowingly boned a Vestal Virgin," Mark sighed, standing up, figuring he probably shouldn't be showing anyone any disrespect at this point. "What can I do for you, sir?" "Well, ignorance of the law is not likely to work as a defense in this particular instance, given the charge," Faustus said, tapping his satchel with his fingers. "Normally it might mitigate charges, but not where the Virgins are involved. At this point, I'm trying to spare you a cruel and painful death." "Swell," Mark said, his voice laden with apathy. "So, like, beheading instead of crucifixion sort of thing?" "Unless crucifixion is your preference, for some strange reason," replied the lawyer. "There is also the matter of your fee for my services in defending you?" Mark frowned: "I'm a slave, what am I supposed to be able to give you? Shouldn't you be talking to my owner, the Lady Aurora?" "The lady is proving difficult to contact, what with the entire city being in an uproar about you and all," Faustus reasoned, shrugging. "It may be up to you to see that my fees are met." "I don't have anything!" Mark protested somewhat angrily. Faustus trailed his gaze down Mark's well-built body, finally fixating on his erect cock and smiling lewdly. "Oh, I wouldn't say that;” Mark groaned and thunked his head against the iron bar that prevented his escape. He was wrong. This was worse than getting killed by Richelieu's men. Trial of Mark. Mark now found himself going through downtown Rome, but once again spending little time looking at the city; he was being hauled inside a cage on wheels along the Via Aurelia, with untold thousands of people lining the road, shouting, screaming and hissing at him. Rotten vegetables and rock-hard bread pelted his mobile prison, most of the projectiles not getting through to touch him. Mark didn't care. He stared out dully at the cacophony and churning masses of humanity, fully aware that his erect cock was pointing at them. He looked at the famed Palatine Hill and saw a large, rotund temple there, along with a vast manor. Outside the manor, standing on those distant steps, he saw many women dressed as Domitia had been, with their hair worn in the same style, staring down at him impassively. He almost laughed bitterly, knowing exactly who they are. No young person, ever, understood better than Mark now how important it was to pay attention to your studies. After all, it was about to cost him his head. His eyes widened when he saw Domitia dragged out the front doors of the manor by several servants and forced to look down at him. She seemed none the worse for wear, except for looking rather distraught and haggard. He saw, but could not hear her cry out at the sight of him, before being yanked back inside roughly, resisting the whole way. His lawyer, Faustus, had informed him that he'd be tried in a public court, his sentence determined there as well. If all went well, he wouldn't be made to wait long before his sentence was carried out. The waiting was the worst part, the lawyer assured him. The procession took forever, at least in his estimation. He was covered in tomato pulp and seeds, and bits of lettuce and other debris were sticking to him. "Will they at least allow me to bathe or clean up before my trial?" he'd complained to Faustus. He stank and he didn't like it. The lawyer said he'd see what he could do. On and on, his mobile prison rumbled slowly. They entered a crowded forum, surrounded by the white buildings Rome was renowned for. He saw several landmarks, but barely noted them. The presence of soldiers became heavier now, guarding against disturbances from the famously fickle and moody population of the city. They arrived at the courthouse, and he was hauled out of his cage by the chains his wrists were bound in. He ignored the cries and vitriol of the crowd, who had stopped throwing things, for fear of hitting a soldier or important person. At least there was that. He was brought into a small anteroom, where a pool sat in the center. He was unchained and shoved into it, allowed to bathe. Several Roman legionaries stood over him, one holding a whip in case Mark dawdled for any reason. Careful not to anger them, Mark cleaned himself diligently, but also as quickly as possible. When he got out of the pool, they dressed him in a plain but fresh tunic made of low-grade linen. There was one rather prominent problem, however, and the commander of the squad guarding him looked at Mark's crotch and scowled. "Does that thing ever go down?" he snapped. "Look, you're not as unhappy as I am about it," Mark shot back, exasperated about his condition. "Believe me! I had too many oysters at the orgy and now it won't go away." The commander thought about the predicament for a moment. He couldn't bring his prisoner into the courtroom sporting an erection. He finally ordered one of his men to tie a strap of linen around Mark's hips, keeping the obscene erection fixed flat against his belly. The legionaries chuckled as he was trussed, but then became serious as they prepared to lead him into the courtroom. Mark took a deep breath as he was led into the chamber that would determine his doom. Becky was squatting in a hallway, humming quietly as she sucked on the cock of a young lad who was running documents back and forth within the courthouse. He was pressed back against the wall, his eyes closed and moaning in pleasure as he let her work her magic. He didn't know exactly who this patrician woman was, but he wasn't about to stop her, either. Becky bobbed back and forth, swirling her tongue around his hardness and gently caressing his balls. She couldn't believe how horny she was! It had been more than twenty-four hours since the orgy and these sex stimulants were still wreaking havoc with her libido. If this kid lasted, maybe she could fuck him? She needed a good orgasm. A horn sounded outside the courthouse, and Becky paused mid-suck, opening her eyes and turning her head slightly to look in the direction of the noise, her cheek bulging comically as his cockhead pushed into it. The young man was still trembling and almost whimpering, even though she was distracted. "Damn, is it time for the trial already?" she exclaimed to herself before she stood up, straightened out her elegant stola and hurried down the hallway. The young paralegal gaped at her retreating form, his body trembling and his cock throbbing. "But I; I;” he protested, even though she was gone. He couldn't stop it. He whimpered and danced about on his toes, cum spurting from his aching cock. He grabbed his crotch and sighed deeply, doubling over at the release. Too late, he opened his eyes and noticed he'd spattered his jizz all over the documents he'd been bringing for the trial; "The accused is named Bonosus, a slave owned by Lady Aurora Horatia," announced one of the scribes in the room, a rotund chamber that had benches lining most of the walls, allowing for spectators. Today it was crowded, because the charges were so extraordinary. "Prior to this trial, the lady Horatia has been determined free of all guilt, with no investigation or charges needing to be brought forward." Becky, sitting near the trial stand, smiled and winked at the presiding praetor judge, an older, distinguished man, who subtly winked back at her before turning his attention back to Mark, staring sternly. Mark stood alone in the center of the rotunda, his hands and feet manacled, a single beam of wan light shining down on him from a hole in the center of the domed ceiling. He looked back at the judge blankly. "The accused is charged with disgracing a sacred virgin of the goddess, potentially putting great Rome in her disfavor, and such charges warrant only the ultimate of punishments, your honor!" declared a man in a well-embroidered toga made of exquisite fabric and trimmed in yellow. Mark assumed this was the lawyer meant to prosecute him. "For this heinous crime, Rome must be cleansed, to appear cleansed in the eyes of Vesta! We demand this Bonosus be burned at the stake!" Mark swallowed and looked at Faustus, who was sweating and wiping at his collarbone, trying not to fidget. People around the room were talking and whispering to one another. The judge looked down at the pudgy lawyer. "What say you on behalf of the accused, man?" "I;” he began, already faltering. "Your Honor, we feel that the defendant, being a mere slave ignorant of all law and education, had no way of knowing that he was indeed in contact with one of Rome's sacred girls. In that light, while we do not protest his guilt, we ask for clemency; lashes, if possible, or exile beyond the Empire's borders; but if he must die for this crime, let Great Rome show its much-famed mercy and give my client a swift beheading." People in the gallery began shouting angrily in protest at his words, while many of the advocates and adjudicates involved in the case began laughing derisively. Nobody seemed to be in Faustus' corner about this. Mark flicked his eyes up at Becky, and she was simply looking in impassively. A sinking feeling in his stomach took over his senses. Despite his fear, his cock throbbed in yearning at the sight of her. "Faustus, Faustus," chided the lawyer representing the city of Rome, shaking his head almost ruefully. "My dear Faustus, you are so good-hearted, but this defendant of yours did not simply assault one of the Sacred Virgins, he did not merely violate her chaste body, he sublimated her. He changed her! He has corrupted her! Bring in the girl!" Mark's eyes widened as Domitia was dragged into the chamber, clad in her sacred robes, but with strips of red fabric bound to her arms and around her forehead. She looked terrified, but then she saw Mark and her eyes widened. Before anyone could stop her, she broke free of the servants holding her and dashed forward, howling loudly and falling to her knees at his feet. Everyone gaped in astonishment as she lifted his tunic, releasing his cock from its confinement against his stomach, kissing and then sucking on it hungrily, plunging it all the way down her throat in crazed need. People howled in shock and outrage at the scene. Mark, who hadn't had any sex in over twenty-four hours and was in horny agony, groaned loudly despite himself and gripped her head, pumping his hips against her face desperately as people rushed toward him and tried to pull them apart. Someone finally managed to pry Domitia's mouth away from his cock, but when spectators tried to drag her away, she wildly latched her legs around his waist, grinding and humping at him in a desperate frenzy of lust, the skirt of her stola giving way and allowing her to spike herself onto him. The judge and other officials watched in bewilderment as the fracas stumbled around the rotunda, with people trying desperately to pull them apart. They were yanking at Domitia, who was panting and crying out in ecstasy, while Mark groaned in relief and need, despite the people clawing at him and punching him. One enterprising and rather stout legionary knelt beside the fornicators and grabbed hold of them, straining to separate them. Domitia's yelps and Mark's moans became desperate grunts to hold one to one another for several seconds. Eventually, though, Domitia's legs gave out and she was dragged back from him. Mark roared in protest as he shivered and came a split-second after she had been pulled off him. His cock, now released from its warm, wet confines, smacked the legionary across his nose and spat ropes of cum in his eye and across his face. He wailed at the sting and fell on the floor, kicking in panic and trying to wipe the spume out of his eyes. Domitia was finally restrained, and her mouth gagged to stop her howling. She continued to struggle, but it was no use. At last she sagged, seemingly exhausted. Mark looked around, finally noticing Lord Flavius and Lady Pompeneia in the crowd, looking on in horror and mortification. He glanced up at Becky, but she was looking at the ceiling and covering her mouth, trying not to laugh. "This!" said the prosecutor angrily, jabbing his finger first toward Mark and then at Domitia. "This is what the accused has done to one of the sacred Virgins! Turned her into an uncontrollable harlot! She is so completely undone that she cannot think of anything except quenching the fire between her wanton loins!" Many women gasped or cried out at his unprecedented words, while men muttered to one another. Lady Pompeneia looked like she was ready to faint again. "This is an outrage!" Lord Flavius shouted furiously. "We gave our daughter to the state willingly, to fulfill her destiny as a priestess of the goddess, and now we see ourselves unfairly shamed! And this; this; slave; endangers the safety of us all, calling our favor with Vesta into question!" "Do you call charges against the Lady Horatia to ruin your good name?" asked the prosecutor coolly. "Oh, no, no, of course not," Lord Flavius said hastily, shaking his head and looking over at Lady Aurora. "She remains blameless in all of this, assuredly." Becky winked at Lord Flavius, and then subtly at the prosecutor, who smiled and winked back. "Jesus, Becks;” Mark muttered, scowling at the ground. "You've been around the pool more times than Katie Ledecky since we got here;” "Silence!" boomed the judge angrily, his face still rather purple from witnessing the lewd chaos wreaked in his court. "Centurion, strike that man if he won't show respect!" Mark grunted and staggered as the centurion standing close to him cuffed him across the ear. He stayed upright, but glowered at the man. "Wanna try that while my hands aren't cuffed, asshole?" "Silence!" roared the judge, turning purple again as other guards kept Mark from jumping on his assailant. "You are a creature of vile sin!" shouted Lord Flavius from the benches, pointing a trembling finger at Mark. "Yeah? Who cares?" Mark shot back, glaring at his host. "Your wife wasn't complaining yesterday when she rode my hog to the Promised Land, was she? No complaints from your daughter, either!" Lord Flavius howled in fury as he tried to rush the floor but was restrained. Lady Pompeneia fainted again. Another guard cuffed Mark on the back of the head, staggering him again, but this time he didn't have a snappy comeback. He looked angry, but his face had a tic suddenly. People were shouting and crying out in horror at the chaos the proceedings had become. "What manner of devil are you, boy?" the judge hissed at Mark. "Oh, I'm here to fuck every woman in Rome," Mark said sarcastically, tired of this bullshit. "I meant for a Vestal Virgin to be last, ya' know, sort of the proverbial cum icing on the titty cake. But the opportunity came up, and wham, bam, thank you, Vesta;” People shrieked in outrage, and Faustus pissed himself, staring at Mark in dumbfounded horror. "That's right, gents, line 'em up!" Mark said angrily, his face still twitching. Why was he saying these things? Was the chip in his head giving him Tourette's? He wiggled his erection before the entire room, since his tunic had got caught on it when he was separated from Domitia and it was still in plain view, glistening with her spittle and cunt juice. "Bring your uppity wives and daughters to me, I'll make 'em behave!" Faustus just threw his legal scrolls in the air and stormed off. Another legionary tried to punch Mark, but he dodged the punch and rammed his forehead into the man's nose, just avoiding his helmet. The man fell backwards, holding his face. Mark might have tried to kick him, but there were suddenly ten legionaries surrounding him, their swords pointed at his throat. Mark held very still, glowering. The judged barked for the legal scrolls he was meant to consult during this trial, but they were not to be found. He yelled for them again, and a young man barged in hastily from the back door to the rotunda, and the chamber beyond, carrying armfuls of scrolls. He dumped them on the judge's stone table and scurried off without another word. The judge made to pick up one of the documents, but paused; it was sticking to another scroll. He frowned and pulled them apart, noticing that a pearly residue was the source of the problem. Worse, the scroll pages became slippery as he tried to pry them apart. The sticky substance was all over them. And his fingers now. He quietly put the parchments down and shoved them aside. Once the judge had composed himself, clearly livid about the circus his courtroom had become, and once Mark was facing him again, he leaned in and asked a question. "Do you have anything to say before your sentence is pronounced?" "Don't you think this is enough of a sham that we should just get it over with?" Mark grumbled. "What?" the judge asked, confused. "I said, how about you get this show on the road, because thousands of my potential children have a date with your mom's face tonight!" Mark snapped, jerking slightly. What the absolute fuck was happening? He wasn't speaking Latin anymore, he was speaking Greek! "You mock us by speaking Greek?" demanded the judge, rising from his chair. "Do you seek to invalidate this court?" "This court is full of invalids already!" Mark raged, the chip inside his head sputtering. Apparently one of the blows to his head had made it misfire. "Get your mother out here already! And your daughter too!" The judge slumped back on his stone chair, as if stunned by what Mark was saying. Everyone in the court was silent, waiting to see what happened next. He turned to Domitia, who was restrained nearby. "Domitia, former daughter of the Flavian household

In this FYF episode, Lesley Logan celebrates what happens when preparation meets opportunity—and how readiness creates freedom when life speeds up. From a pianist who mastered the wrong concerto onstage to community wins that prove preparation meets courage, this week's stories are all about trusting your instincts and believing you've got what it takes. Lesley also shares how being proactive in your goals can help you find freedom and peace when life speeds up.If you have any questions about this episode or want to get some of the resources we mentioned, head over to LesleyLogan.co/podcast https://lesleylogan.co/podcast/. If you have any comments or questions about the Be It pod shoot us a message at beit@lesleylogan.co mailto:beit@lesleylogan.co. And as always, if you're enjoying the show please share it with someone who you think would enjoy it as well. It is your continued support that will help us continue to help others. Thank you so much! 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Welcome to the Be It Till You See It podcast where we talk about taking messy action, knowing that perfect is boring. I'm Lesley Logan, Pilates instructor and fitness business coach. I've trained thousands of people around the world and the number one thing I see stopping people from achieving anything is self-doubt. My friends, action brings clarity and it's the antidote to fear. Each week, my guest will bring bold, executable, intrinsic and targeted steps that you can use to put yourself first and Be It Till You See It. It's a practice, not a perfect. Let's get started. Lesley Logan 0:48  Hey, Be It babe. How are you? Happy Friday. Happy November 14th. Now we're midway through the month, just like that. You know, a few weeks ago, I told you about the 13th month, and I'm just telling you right now, the more I think about how, like, we used to run the calendar off of 28 days in the moon cycle. Like, doesn't it just make sense? Every FYF, I'm like, oh, look at that. Now it's halfway through. Like, yeah, kind of, right? So I'm just saying, like, the more I do this and, like, wait, especially this month, because we end on the Friday was the seventh of 14th. It's just like, like, easy math. And I'm like, yeah, it should just end on the 28th then we start a new month. But anyways, we're, you know, not on that calendar. And I would love to vote that in, but the whole world has to, I guess. So, anyways, this is the episodes where we share some inspiration. Share wins of yours. Share a win of mine. Realize that we are doing a freaking great job, or doing better than we thought. And a little affirmation to kick your weekend off. And if you haven't yet listened to the interview and recap this week, go do it just right below this. You can start with the recap first, Brad and I have a lot of fun bantering, then we answer a question of yours, then we talk about what we liked. And if you are like, oh, that's interesting, I want to hear it from the horse's mouth, you can listen to the interview, and I highly recommend it, because we have some really cool guests. Lesley Logan 1:59  Okay, so I this came across my feed, and this is what I, okay, I don't play instruments. I did play for share like tenor sax. I had a retainer and braces when I learned and then when I took them out, I couldn't play anymore, and so I just stopped playing. It's not funny, but at any rate, since I have been a musician, I have prepared music I have, like had to memorize, and so I know the effort, but this is how the reel goes. And there's a link in the show notes you can, like, go watch it. Okay? When they told you it's Mozart's Piano Concerto number 20 instead of number 23. So she had one minute of the orchestra playing before she had to step in and play the piano, okay? And so here's the thing. The caption says it's probably every music's worst nightmare. Imagine you're sitting here sitting on stage, ready to play your concerto, and the orchestra begins to perform a completely different piece. That's exactly what happened to the great Maria João Pires, or Pires in 1999 when she stepped in to replace another pianist on short notice. In a formidable tour de force performance, Pire's charge changed course and miraculously didn't miss a beat of Mozart's Piano Concerto Number 20 and not 20, 20 not 23 like she had been expecting. This stood out to me, because as a recovering perfectionist and overachiever like I imagine how much time she probably, like, prepped herself for the piece that she has to play, because it's not like they have the music in front of you guys. They just play like they are supposed to just play like it's coming out of them, and there's no music in front of them. And you know, she had one minute to, like, just feel her feelings, and then step in and be it till she sees it. And it is just so beautiful, because imagine, had she found out before the concert started, then she probably could have told herself a million different things and like, even, like, freak herself out a different way, because she didn't have that opportunity. She had to, like, be it till she sees it as, like the other performance, and she didn't miss a beat. And it's worth watching, just to go through the emotions with her and realize, like, this is what you're watching someone step into their power and believe in themselves in such an awesome way. And ladies, we can do this right? We can do these things. And I think we're like, Oh, my God. I like, prepare for my meeting to be on this date, and then something happens, and the meeting doesn't happen, then you're like, oh, but I'm ready for it. I'm frustrated. My love, like, your you will be more authentic the moment it happens. You might be too prepared. You might like, so I would just say, like, anytime an opportunity comes up, you're like, Oh, I'm not ready for this. What if you were? What if you were ready? She was. It's beautiful. I'm like, obsessed with it. I've watched it several times. I'm so into it. Lesley Logan 4:56  All right. Time for wins of yours. Got really fired up. Okay, these are from Instagram. Thanks for sending it in. You can send your wins in to beitpod.com/questions and you can send longer wins in because Instagram does, like, make them super short. So again, like, the longer ones that I've read in the past, you can send those into beitpod.com/questions plus any questions you want me to answer, like, it's a great way to get answers out of me. So, lynneconnolly36 says, covered six back to back classes this week, 5 am wake and clients love them. Holy freaking moly. Lynn, you are a badass, getting up at 5am and then covering six back to back classes. Oh, you are phenomenal. You like, I don't even know how you did it, but way to go. And, of course, the clients love them, because you're authentically you, and you're amazing. Way to go. Lesley Logan 5:39  hli_pilates great private session yesterday. Thank you. Body feels so much better. It is a win when our bodies feel better. I love that you're celebrating that, hli, I just absolutely love it, because it's so easy for us to focus on when our bodies don't feel good, and that you're celebrating your body feels better today is humongous. Way to be it till you see it. julia_reddout, I subbed a level two class in the studio where I take classes. They loved it, and it made my day.Lesley Logan 6:06  Yeah, because those are your people. You know them. You know what they need. You know, I'm so proud of you. I'm so happy for you. What a win, guys. Thank you for sending these in. I just I want more women to share things that they are doing, because the dudes certainly do it. And I was raised like, don't brag, be humble and you want to know something, it didn't get me anywhere. In fact, the more people knew what I was capable of, the more opportunities came to my place. Fun story, I have been teaching for a long time. There was an the big conference that was going on. It was 2019 I think it might have been 28 might have been 2018, 2018, fall of 2018 and I was doing a photo shoot at a big conference, and this woman who hires teachers for another conference saw me, and she had hired me for the next year's conference of her, but her company does, and she'd hired me for some business coaching stuff that I'd applied for, and she saw me doing some exercises on the equipment. She's like, oh, do you teach? Can you teach some classes? And of course, I was like, fuck. Of course, I teach. What the fuck? But then I was like, Oh, she doesn't know who I as a me, as a teacher. She's only seen my application for the business things. I'm not doing a good enough job making sure people know what I do and know what I'm good at. So we gotta start bragging more, babes, and that's why we have to start making Fridays at least Fridays, but if not every day, a day where you celebrate what you fucking slay, what you did, and if it was I just actually did my full schedule and didn't cancel anything, that's a fucking win. In high school, there was a sign that said every class every day, and I'm telling you that wasn't always what happened in my life, but every time I did every class in a day, I was like, Yes, I did it. I know that surprises you as recovering perfectionist, that I would cut classes, but I really thought High School was, like, beneath me, and I just couldn't wait to get out. And I was like, I've got a 4.2 like, this is not gonna take it away from me. I probably could leave. So anyways, that's my rebellious stage. Okay, I gotta share a win of mine, a win of mine. Lesley Logan 8:04  Here we go. So here's what I'm super proud of. Last year, around this time, I was cramming to get everything done before we left for winter tour, and I got sick, and we had to, like, look at everything that didn't get done yet and go, Okay, which of these things can we not do? And for the first time ever, we missed YouTube releases. We did because I could not possibly film YouTube and podcasts and classes for OPC, and so the podcast and class of OPC won and YouTube lost. And from that moment, I had my team, and I had to, like, look at the next year and change how we got things done, so that I was well ahead of schedule, that by the middle of November, I would be done filming things, not just for the end of this year, but the beginning of next year, so that we are not scrambling in case I get sick in the fall, right? And so I'm proud to say that right now, the newsletters through beginning of next year are written, classes are recorded, and podcast recaps are almost done, but we're not scrambling. I don't feel like I'm in a rush, and I'm really excited to go on tour, knowing that when I come back, like, I'm just back in my regular schedule and not like scrambling. So my win is, is that a year ago, I had a vision, and always that was the year before, that was a different was, like, similar vision, but we just keep getting better at it. And why can't I have a win on something that was already a win? Because I'm just getting better at it. And you reflect, you refine, and you continue. And that's how it goes. You're not ever gonna do anything perfectly the first time. And thank God, because then you go, Oh, I didn't like that part actually, I'm glad I didn't do that. So I'm just saying, My win is I'm ahead. I'm on track. I did what I said I wanted to do, and I, you know, I started this project a year ago. So slay the year. What a win for the year, not just the week, okay, but I like those small wins. I like the small wins. Lesley Logan 10:04  Okay. Your affirmation over the weekend. I practice gratitude for all that I have and all that is yet to come. I practice gratitude for all that I have and all that is yet to come. Do you have a gratitude practice? Do you know what the easiest thing is to do? Take a piece of paper and just write down. I'm grateful for the air around me. I'm grateful that I'm listening to this podcast right now. I'm grateful that I got up this morning. All of a sudden, you'll start behind gratitude for other things. It's kind of fun. It's kind of unique. I know some people poo poo a gratitude, but like my therapist said to me, gratitude and judgment can't live in the same space, and that changed everything for me. So whenever I feel judgey about myself, I just start listing off things I'm grateful for. Sometimes, like, I'm grateful that my bed is made. I'm grateful I took a shower today. I'm grateful that last week I got my nails done when I had some time, right? Like, those are wins. They gave me gratitude as well. All right, babe, you know what to do. Until next time, Be It Till You See It. Lesley Logan 10:59  That's all I got for this episode of the Be It Till You See It Podcast. One thing that would help both myself and future listeners is for you to rate the show and leave a review and follow or subscribe for free wherever you listen to your podcast. Also, make sure to introduce yourself over at the Be It Pod on Instagram. I would love to know more about you. Share this episode with whoever you think needs to hear it. Help us and others Be It Till You See It. Have an awesome day. Be It Till You See It is a production of The Bloom Podcast Network. If you want to leave us a message or a question that we might read on another episode, you can text us at +1-310-905-5534 or send a DM on Instagram @BeItPod. Brad Crowell 11:40  It's written, filmed, and recorded by your host, Lesley Logan, and me, Brad Crowell. Lesley Logan 11:45  Lesley Logan It is transcribed, produced and edited by the epic team at Disenyo.co.is transcribed, produced and edited by the epic team@desenho.coSpeaker 1 11:50  our theme music is by Ali at Apex. Production Music and our branding by designer and artist Gianfranco ciofe.Lesley Logan 11:57  Special thanks to Melissa Solomon for creating our visuals.Brad Crowell 12:01  Also to Angelina Herico for adding all of our content to our website. And finally to Meridith Root for keeping us all on point and on time.Support this podcast at — https://redcircle.com/be-it-till-you-see-it/donationsAdvertising Inquiries: https://redcircle.com/brandsPrivacy & Opt-Out: https://redcircle.com/privacy

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Teen Mom star Farrah Abraham sits down with Ian Bick for an unfiltered and emotional conversation about her life in the spotlight. From her early days on MTV's Teen Mom to the pressures of fame, her public arrests, and the story behind her infamous sex tape, Farrah opens up about everything the world thinks it knows — and the truth that most people never hear. She talks about the cost of growing up on reality TV, dealing with judgment from millions, and what it's really like trying to rebuild your life when the internet won't let you move on. #FarrahAbraham #TeenMom #LockedInWithIanBick #RealityTV #CelebrityInterview #ScandalToRedemption #RealStories #popculture Thank you to EXPRESSVPN & PRIZEPICKS for sponsoring this episode: ExpressVPN: Secure your online data TODAY by visiting https://www.expressvpn.com/lockedin to find out how you can get up to four extra months. Prizepicks: Visit https://prizepicks.onelink.me/LME0/IANBICK and use code IANBICK and get $50 in lineups when you play your first $5 lineup! Connect with Farrah Abraham: https://www.instagram.com/farrahabraham/?hl=en Hosted, Executive Produced & Edited By Ian Bick: https://www.instagram.com/ian_bick/?hl=en https://ianbick.com/ Shop Locked In Merch: http://www.ianbick.com/shop Timestamps: 00:00 From Teen Mom to Infamy — Life After the Sex Tape 02:21 Farrah's Early Life & The Family That Shaped Her 03:36 Becoming a Mom as a Teen & Raising Herself 04:46 Surviving Loss, Abuse & Fighting Back 05:50 The Moment Fame Hit — Labels, Judgments & Reality TV 07:01 High School, Pain & Growing Up in the Spotlight 09:12 Depression, Court Battles & Learning to Cope 12:42 How 16 & Pregnant Changed Everything 15:11 Becoming the Face of Teen Mom — The Real Story 20:01 Reality TV, Identity & Breaking Away From MTV 24:01 Life After Fame — Finding Herself Again 29:40 Misconceptions, Public Image & the Price of Fame 34:45 Getting Fired From Teen Mom — What Really Happened 38:42 The Fallout — Sex Tape, Mental Health & Starting Over 41:12 Turning Scandal Into Business & Motherhood Lessons 44:29 Dealing With Haters, Bullying & Fame's Dark Side 47:28 What Viewers Didn't See: Teen Mom, Alcohol & Pressure 52:53 Arrests, Legal Fights & the Cost of Being Farrah Abraham 01:03:00 Trauma Recovery, Healing & Growth 01:10:03 Her Latest Arrest — The Truth Behind It 01:14:49 Creepy Fans, Stalkers & Staying Safe 01:17:07 What She'd Tell Her Teenage Self 01:19:15 Biggest Life Lessons Learned 01:25:39 Closing Thoughts & Farrah's Next Chapter Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

For the Top 5 at 5, Fritz shares the best moments from the show's meeting with high school students this afternoon.

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New segment, good vs bad automotive ideas. Good: Lexus ditching spindle grille. Bad: Ford dumping BEV F-150.Adams spots a classic 280SL "Pagoda" Mercedes sports car. Our trauma surgeon Dr Stephan Moran says put in more roundabouts because they save lives.The three of us each list three vehicles we'd take to our 30th High School reunion. Steve-0 rants about how he's no longer excited about new cars and he misses new car introductions that used to happen every October. #carsoncallpodcast #automobile #traumasurgeonsafety #hsreunioncars #Iwanttogoback #luxurycarbrands #280sl

It is a long-time tradition at Valley High School thanks to the hard work and dedication of two incredible teachers. On this episode of the Supercast, we take you to Valley High's Day of the Dead or Dia de los Muertos celebration, a touching and colorful commemoration, remembering lost loved ones though family photos, favorite ...continue reading "Episode 323: Valley High School's Long Time Tradition of Celebrating Day of the Dead"

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From indie rock band to HVAC software startup—how's that for a pivot?In today's episode of Bricks and Bytes, we had Davis Muxlow and Andrew Krippner from HVAKR and we got to learn about building construction tech from the ground up, the innovator's dilemma killing legacy software companies, and why making products faster might actually hurt your revenue... and many more!Tune in to find out about:✅ How a church worship team "audition" turned into a college band and eventually a software company✅ Why legacy HVAC programs are making engineers slower despite new updates✅ The double-edged sword of efficiency: one engineer now doing the work of three✅ How AI is forcing SaaS companies to rethink their entire pricing modelThese guys went from mechanical engineering students with a Slack channel full of startup ideas to building a product that's actually making their customers more productive.The kicker? Their product works so well that customers need fewer seats. That's the kind of problem you want to have.Our Sponsor: Archdesk - “The #1 Construction Management Software for Growing Companies - Manage your projects from Tender to Handover” check archdesk.comBuildVision - streamlining the construction supply chain with a unified platform - www.buildvision.ioAphex is the multiplayer planning platform where construction teams plan together, stay aligned, and deliver projects faster – check out aphex.coChapters00:00 Intro03:19 The Musical Beginnings 05:20 From Bandmates to Entrepreneurs 09:13 The Path to HVACR 15:07 Building the Foundation of HVACR 19:02 The Accelerator Journey 25:10 The Product Unveiled 31:15 The Importance of Design in HVACR 35:18 Streamlining HVAC Design Processes 40:43 Design as a Differentiator 41:38 Innovative Pricing Models 44:35 Streamlining Sales Processes 48:12 Effective Trial Management 54:40 Customer-Centric Product Development 57:10 Building a Personal Brand 1:03:02 The Value of Transparency 1:04:13 Avoiding Common Mistakes in Product Design 1:09:25 Metrics of Success in Software Usage

Shane and the Howler talk about the passing of Shane's uncle Wes. The Howler discusses what be haunting a St.Louis high school supposedly built over a cemetery.The Midweek Howl Disclaimer: We break up the week on Wednesdays with an episode we call “The Midweek Howl" that brings a little midweek humor or guests from different walks of life to discuss various topics. Just a little midweek episode brighten your day. Enjoy!From The Shadows Podcast is a program where we seriously discuss the supernatural, the paranormal, cryptozoology as well as ufology. Anything that cannot be rationally explained has a platform for discussion here on the From The Shadows Podcast.https://www.fromtheshadowspodcast.comhttps://www.facebook.com/fromtheshadowspodcasthttps://www.instagram.com/shanegroveauthorhttps://www.instagram.com/fromtheshadowspodcast#VeteransDay #IceCream #Haunted #WorldRecord #Podcast #Comedy

College can feel overwhelming for students with ADHD, but support exists. In this episode, I talk with Hannah Choi—executive function coach and communications specialist at Beyond Booksmart. Hannah shares her personal ADHD story and practical tools to help college students build independence, manage their time, and advocate for what they need. From study strategies that actually work to understanding accommodations, we unpack how to set students up for a smoother transition into college.Whether you're a student, parent, or educator, you'll walk away with actionable strategies. We also explore gap years, what colleges are required to provide under ADA, and how executive function coaching builds confidence beyond academics.Meet Hannah Choi Hannah Choi, MA, is an executive function coach and Communications and Engagement Specialist at Beyond Booksmart. She helps college students and adults strengthen time management, task initiation, and self-advocacy skills. Hannah hosts the Focus Forward podcast, leads webinars, and facilitates motivation and accountability programs. She holds degrees in Psychology and American Sign Language from the University of Rochester and a Master's in Education from UC Santa Barbara. Hannah lives in Connecticut with her family. Episode Highlights [0:00] What studying really looks like with ADHD [2:26] Hannah's ADHD discovery and coaching path [11:09] Study strategies that build self-regulation [13:37] How to start practicing self-advocacy [15:52] Accommodations: from 504 to college [21:06] Top executive function skills before college [23:38] Managing all that “free time” [26:33] Building independence (without overparenting) [29:55] The case for gap years and transition programs [35:41] How EF skills impact life after graduation [38:50] Getting unstuck: motivation + task initiation [46:35] Final takeaway: it's never too late to change Connect with Hannah Choi:Instagram: @beyondbooksmartcoaching Website: https://www.beyondbooksmart.com/ Focus Forward Podcast: https://www.beyondbooksmart.com/podcast Thank you for tuning into "SuccessFULL with ADHD." If this episode has impacted you, remember to rate, follow, share, and review our podcast. Your support helps us reach and help more individuals navigating their journeys with ADHD.

Today we're sitting down with the Flory family — Kevin, his wife, and their kids, Grant and Lauren — who've made an exciting return to the show ring with their  Belgian horses. For the Florys, this isn't just about competition, it's a family affair built on hard work, teamwork, and a lifelong passion for draft horses.Kevin's story is impressive in its own right — as a high school student, he was already running his own business with employees on the payroll. That same drive and determination shows up today in how his family works together to build and grow their Belgian program and maintain their family business.We'll talk about what brought them back to the show ring, the lessons they've learned along the way, and how they balance business, family, and a whole lot of horsepower.Thank you to our sponsors of Episode #137!Shipshewana Harness & Supplies Glenwood Snacks Pennwoods Equine Products INC. The Draft Horse Journal Saginaw Valley Equine ClinicSummit Professional ServicesDo you have suggestions for future episodes? Do you have ideas of someone we should have join us? Please send us any comments or questions to the Rinehold Tack & Western Wear mailbag at podcast@naclassicseries.com!

On this episode of Finding Something Real, we are joined with a returning guest, Jason Schmidt. Jason's parents were Janell's Youth Pastor's. They had a tremendous impact on her life and now has the privilege of sharing that with their son, Jason. We are also joined with one of our co-host, Ana.   Jason is a High School and Young Adult Pastor in Albuquerque, New Mexico. He is currently in seminary, coaches boys soccer, and loves investing in this next generation.    In this conversation we unravel grief. Both and Ana and Jason lost their dad at an early age. Ana asks questions about how Jason handle his grief, if he felt any pressure to step into ministry because of his dad, and some disappointments they experience in the church.    We hope you enjoy this week's conversation!   - -- -- -- --    LINKS   Can Doubt and Faith Coexist with Jason Schmidt   How to Love People in Truth and Love with Drew Berryessa   The Difference Jesus Makes - Frankie's Story   Season 8 - First Episode       Listen on: Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/show/2MuVWFbZzue3ZLgCtIJGzB Apple Podcast: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/finding-something-real-podcast/id1481017856     Follow us on:  Instagram: finding_something_real Facebook: Finding Something REAL with Janell Wood Tiktok: @findingsomethingreal Youtube: Finding Something REAL with Janell Wood      

| S03 E11 | In this Thinking Faith Q&A episode, Deacon Eric Gurash and Dr. Brett Salkeld answer questions from grade nine and ten students at Miller Catholic High School in Regina about faith, Scripture, and salvation. This week, they explore how to discern when Jesus speaks literally or symbolically, and whether anyone can be certain of heaven, offering a hopeful perspective on faith, mercy, and trust in God. This podcast is made possible by your generous donations to our Archbishop's Appeal: https://bit.ly/ArchReginaGiving2025 00:00 Introduction and Overview 05:08 Classroom Questions 06:33 Literal vs. Symbolic Interpretation 11:35 The Bread of Life Discourse 18:58 Trust and Understanding 22:30 How can we know we're going to heaven? 25:16 Understanding God's Mercy and Judgment 26:59 The Concept of Final Judgment 27:33 Particular vs. Final Judgment 28:36 Hope and Confidence in Salvation 30:35 The Question of Hell 31:55 Rationalizing Evil Deeds 36:10 Faith and Science: Creation and the Big Bang 37:19 Interpreting Genesis and Scientific Theories 46:52 The Role of Faith and Science in Understanding Creation 48:54 Conclusion and Future Discussions

Bill Demaree and Aaron Blount join us to share how Tom Wood University brings high school students into the dealership for hands-on automotive learning. They discuss the “why” behind the program, the importance of ownership support in building a marketplace of future technicians, and how they structure the curriculum to prepare students for real-world success in the industry.Check out the full video version of the podcast on YouTube!About the EpisodeHost: Jay Goninen, WrenchWay, jayg@wrenchway.comGuests: Bill Demaree & Aaron Blount, Tom Wood Auto GroupLinks & ResourcesGet notified of new episodes --> Join our email listAbout WrenchWay:For Technicians & Students: wrenchway.com/solutions/technicians/For Shops & Dealerships: wrenchway.com/solutions/shops/For Instructors: wrenchway.com/solutions/schools/Connect with us on social: Facebook Instagram X LinkedIn YouTube TikTok

Pella Christian sophomore Emily Zylstra and junior Bella De Haan discuss being selected for the 2025 All-State Music Festival and the opportunity to represent Pella Christian at the November 20-22 festival.

Andre Fernandez joins Larry Blustein as they talk all things High School football as the playoffs are around the corner.

Craig Damon from the FHSAA joins Larry Blustein to discuss the South Florida high school football scene as the playoffs are just around the corner. Jazz Santana from the Sixth Ring Canees podcast joins Larry Blustein to talk about the University of Miami Hurricanes football as they take on NC State this weekend. Jasen Lopez a Hollywood Chaminade-Madonna football and basketball standout, joins Larry Blustein to talk about his football this year and why he's going to Florida State for college. Andre Fernandez joins Larry Blustein as they talk all things High School football as the playoffs are around the corner. George Stubbs of Miami Carol City joins Larry Blustein as they talk about making the playoffs for the first time in 6 years and so much more. Rocco Casullo of Coral Glades joins Larry Blustein to talk about his team making the playoffs.

The Mr. Mac Utah County Player of the Week for Week 13 of the 2025 Utah High School football season featured Lone Peak High School's Kingston Stroshine.

Tuesday Hour 1: Lockers in high school, UNI Coach Ben Jacobson & Iowa State's win over Mississippi State

Garth Heckman The David Alliance TDAgiantSlayer@Gmail.com    Psalm 139:7 Where can I go to escape Your Spirit? Where can I flee from Your presence?  8 If I ascend to the heavens, You are there; if I make my bed in Sheol- the grave, You are there. 9 If I rise on the wings of the dawn, if I settle by the farthest sea, 10 even there Your hand will guide me; Your right hand will hold me fast.…   No matter what gets thrown at us.  No matter where we end up in life. No matter the ups and the downs the ins and the outs. No matter how backwards things end up or how the ending greatly and vastly is different from the beginning… He is always there.   If we end up as far from home as we could possibly be, if we are hopelessly alone, separated from family, friends, loved ones… if our job ends up being the worst thing in our life, or our marriage or our health. If everything we dreamed of, expected and even put our time and energy into… if it all blows up in our face and actually goes completely backwards from what we had planned… God is there.  You know what happens sometimes in life is that life happens sometimes. It happens to all of us. We tend to think that if bad things happen it was God who let it happen and if he let it happen then he surely can't be there with us… right? He is punishing us so why would he stick around to comfort us - what a terrible lie to believe in.  God took the punishment of sin and shame on the cross and he took it so that not only do we not need to take the brunt of it, but he took it so that he could comfort us during those times. I love this Psalm - much like I love Romans 8:35-39. Nothing can separate us from the love of God. But Psalm 139 says it like this - surprise im here. You find yourself in your bosses office losing your job and God says - hey Im here. You hear the dread words You have cancer… God says Im here! God is already there -  more than you might realize. I remember (and I'll admit this probably a terrible example) but an old corny horror flick when I was in High School where this woman kept seeing the eyes of a demon everywhere she went. Her day job, her car, her kitchen, her kids soccer game… they were everywhere… I know stupid, but thats God. He is actually waiting on you in your bosses office when you lose your job. The worst thing going on in your life…he is waiting there for you… he knows when it will take place and he is there just waiting. So don't forget to reach out to him. He is there! 

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Welcome back to the Working Perspectives Podcast for another round of our popular segment, "Guess The News!"

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Eric Shaw in Southern California is an educator (Elementary School PE and High School basketball coach), adopted at birth by same race and adopted siblings with Koko, @TheBlackAdoptea on IG.Resource: https://adoptionmosaic.com/adoptee-beaconMusic by Corey Quinn

In this episode of the Coffee and Calling podcast, Emily Kaufman shares her journey from being called to ministry to navigating challenges in Colorado and finding her place in South Dakota. She discusses the importance of community, the struggles of ministry, and the lessons learned along the way.See Emily's First Episode:https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/coffee-and-calling/id1587653002?i=1000544551459Hosted by: Anna Vie and Tyler SandersProduced by:Tyler Sanders (@tylerwsanders) and The Called Collective (@thecalledcollective) Edited by:Ian HinesFacilities Provided by:Indiana Wesleyan UniversityThe Called Collective seeks to equip the next generation of ministry leaders. We accomplish this by resourcing teens and pastors for the work of ministry. The Called Collective Social Network is designed for High School teens called to ministry in order for them to learn ministry skills, share in community with students across the world, and develop their call. Please check out the Called Collective.Podcasts:Fresh Text - A weekly podcast where two pastor-scholars come up with sermon ideas . Every Monday, 1 hr typically.Listen now on Apple Podcasts or Spotify: https://linktr.ee/freshtextpodcastModern Parables - A weekly podcast where four pastors create sermon illustrations from cultural topics. Every Tuesday, 30-1hr typically.Listen now on Apple Podcasts or Spotify: https://linktr.ee/modernparablesGood Days with Eddy Shigley and Charlie Alcock - A weekly podcast where they will share a Ministry Principle and how it has played out in their years of ministry. Every Wednesday, 20-25 minutes typically.Listen now on Apple Podcasts or Spotify: https://linktr.ee/GoodDayswithEddyandCharlieHe Calls Her Shepherd - A Women in Ministry Podcast - A weekly podcast where women called into ministry share their stories. Every Thursday, 30 minutes typically.Listen now on Apple Podcasts or Spotify: https://linktr.ee/thedefiningyesCoffee and Calling - A weekly podcast where a pastor, missionary, professor, or student shares their calling story. Every Friday, 30-35 minutes typically.Listen now on Apple Podcasts or Spotify: https://linktr.ee/coffeeandcallingThe Called Collective is a ministry sponsored by The School of Theology & Ministry (STM) at Indiana Wesleyan University. The School of Theology & Ministry has been equipping pastors, missionaries, and ministry leaders at the undergraduate level for over 100 years. We are relentless in our mission to advance the Kingdom by equipping women and men for a lifetime of transformation service.

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As parents and area schools look ahead to next fall, BizTalks caught up with Kaitlin Karpinski, executive director of Rooted School New Orleans. Located on the campus of Southern University at New Orleans (SUNO), this two-time “Most Innovative Charter School” winner allows students to start taking college courses on day one, as well as offers 15 different industry-based certifications. Karpinski shares all the details on this unique school, including how its success has led to nationwide expansion.For more information, visit https://www.rootedschool.org/

Jeremy Wendt talks with Gary Tinsley about the great things happening at Clay County High School. From dedicated teachers to strong community support, Gary highlights what makes the school special and how students are being prepared for success both in and out of the classroom. He also shares how the school continues to grow while keeping that close-knit, small-town spirit Clay County is known for. Listen To The Local Matters Podcast Today! News Talk 94.1

In this raw episode of The Unapologetic Man Podcast, host Mark Sing opens up about his personal journey — from struggling with panic attacks and agoraphobia to becoming a confident, high-value man and the top NLP-based dating coach in the world. Mark reveals the painful mistakes that shaped his transformation, the key mindset shifts that changed everything, and how any man can reprogram his thoughts and behavior to become the strongest version of himself.    Key Takeaways: - The rock-bottom moment that triggered Mark's personal transformation. - The brutal breakup that pushed Mark to confront his own weakness. - How NLP (Neuro-Linguistic Programming) helped rewire his thoughts to completely eliminate his struggles. - How Mark built The Unapologetic Man Podcast to help other men become absolute masters with women.   Key Timestamps: [00:00:00] – Episode intro and preview [00:00:35] – What inspired Mark to share his full story [00:02:30] – Highschool, dating Crystal, and Mark's epiphany about being needy [00:09:17] – Client testimonial: John [00:10:14] – Living in Japan as an English teacher and wedding announcer [00:11:33] – Mark's experience with panic attacks and agoraphobia [00:13:07] – Being deported from Japan, discovering NLP and living in Hawaii [00:15:42] – Moving to California and getting stabbed in the back [00:16:53] – 2 years of non-stop seduction practice [00:17:49] – Moving to Colorado and pursuing a career as a seduction coach [00:22:02] – Starting The Unapologetic Man Podcast with John Anthony [00:25:09] – Email from Thomas [00:25:55] – Final thoughts and next episode preview Connect With Mark: Apply for Mark's 3-Month Coaching Program: https://coachmarksing.com/coaching/ Check Out The Perks Program: https://coachmarksing.com/perks/ Email: CoachMarkSing@Gmail.com Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/coachmarksing/ Grab Mark's Free Program: The Approach Formula - https://www.CoachMarkSing.com/The-Approach-Formula   About The Unapologetic Man Podcast The Unapologetic Man Podcast is your resource for mastering dating, attraction, and relationships from a confident, masculine perspective. Hosted by Mark Sing, this podcast gives men the tools and mindset shifts needed to succeed in their dating lives and build lasting, high-value relationships. #DatingAdviceForMen #NLPForMen #MasculineTransformation #ConfidenceWithWomen #HighValueMan #MasculineEnergy #SelfImprovement #TheUnapologeticMan

From real-estate rehabs to record-setting relays, Cjay Brown has taken an unconventional road to the oval—and now he's launching the brand-new Gene Tomas High School (TX) program. We dig into how a coach who never ran track became a sprint specialist, won titles in Houston private schools, built a summer club that broke national records, and is now crafting culture from day one.In this episode:

People were created by God to do life together in highly meaningful ways. But since the beginning, mankind has been more afraid of what happens between us than we are excited about what can happen between us. Mark shares about his experience in Junior High and High School where he felt disconnected from people, and meaning, and identity. We can create meaningful lives by doing simple things consistently. small meaningful thingssmall fun thingssmall invitations to connect togetherSmall things we do with others will lead to bigger things we can do with others. Support the show