Podcasts about inns

"Coyote Pass has finally sold and it's the final chapter in the family's breakup; Kody, Robyn, Janelle and Meri anxiously prepare to meet on the land to close out the deal; in North Carolina, Maddie has her baby girl."Robyn has Kody all sorts of bothered that he's now pulling out his old wrestling mats and making her put back on her crotchless unitard. Meri has a new special guest staying with her at Lizzie's Hair-itage Inn. Maddie gives birth to Millie... also known as, Millie Billie. David puts the kibosh on Christine's Amazon spending.Follow us on ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠YouTube⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠, ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Instagram⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ and ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Facebook⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠– and while you're at it, feel free to peruse our ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Shit Talk Shop!⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠And if you're the ultimate trash, join us on ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Patreon!

We are excited to head to New York today to speak with Listener Jessica about three trips she took to Walt Disney World with her family this past summer! We hear about why the Disney "bug" bit her so hard and why it is so special to not only her, but her entire family! We spend a good part of the show on her trip to Disney's Boardwalk Inn this past August, discussing the nightlife on the Boardwalk, joys of night swimming, slowing down and enjoying the "small moments", and unexpected adventures with the grandparents! We also discuss a quick trip to Disney's Animal Kingdom Lodge and a fun birthday trip to the Riviera as well! We hope you can continue the conversation with us this week in the Be Our Guest Podcast Clubhouse at www.beourguestpodcast.com/clubhouse! Thank you so much for your support of our podcast! Become a Patron of the show at www.Patreon.com/BeOurGuestPodcast.  Also, please follow the show on Twitter @BeOurGuestMike and on Facebook at www.facebook.com/beourguestpodcast.   Thanks to our friends at The Magic For Less Travel for sponsoring today's podcast!

November 16th, 2025

Chef Patrick O'Connell of the renowned Inn at Little Washington on turning a run-down stretch of rural Virginia into a three-star Michelin destination. Recorded for an audience at the Virginia Museum of History & Culture.

Fitz, the Fool as Lord Golden, Nighteyes, and Laurel wake up and continue tracking Prince Dutiful and the Piebalds. As night nears, they enter a village with an inn, unfortunately named the Piebald Prince. Fitz's mind clouds, and the party discovers the tragedy that befell their quarry. Will they catch up in time, or will they discover that the prejudiced villagers exacted their "justice" against the Prince?  We're reading Fool's Errand by Robin Hobb, book 1 of the Tawny Man Trilogy in The Realm of the Elderlings.

This week on The LA Food Podcast, Luca sits down with Ben Leventhal — the founder of Eater and Resy — to talk about his most ambitious project yet: Blackbird, a next-gen restaurant loyalty and payments app that might reshape how we dine out and how restaurants survive. Recorded at Rustic Canyon in Santa Monica, the conversation breaks down how Blackbird rewards you for actually showing up and paying at your favorite restaurants, why Ben thinks this model could transform the industry's financial future, and how LA's rollout fits into his vision for the app. We also get into Ben's background in food media and reservations, and as a die-hard New Yorker, what he really thinks about Los Angeles as a tier 1 dining city.Before that, Luca and Father Sal kick things off with recent eats — from Atelier Manna to the San Diego Food + Wine Festival — before diving into a rare silver lining for food media. We react to a week of big news:The New York Times naming two new associate food critics, including friend of the pod Ryan SuttonElazar Sontag taking over as restaurant critic at The Washington PostEmily Sundberg's Feed Me launching the podcast Expense AccountAnd rumors of a brand-new food media startup from former Puck staffersIn Chef's Kiss / Big Miss, we tackle:Robot woks and automation at LA spots Tigawok and RobowokThe Infatuation's Best New Restaurants in LA list for 2025Big three-star demotions in the Michelin Guide (Alinea, Masa, The Inn at Little Washington)AI-driven restaurant marketing and fully AI-generated ad campaignsAnd looming tariffs on Italian imports and what that could mean for pasta nightWe close with a Mailbag question on whether it's finally time for us to launch a LA Food Awards of our own.If you care about LA restaurants, restaurant tech, loyalty apps, Blackbird, food media, Michelin stars, and the future of dining, this episode is for you.Powered by Acquired Taste Media.–Go check out The Lonely Oyster in Echo Park! ⁠https://thelonelyoyster.com/⁠–Get 10% off at House of Macadamias using code "LAFOOD" https://www.houseofmacadamias.com/pages/la-foods

Agallaimh le Hugh Ó Caoláin, Tomás Ó hUallacháin agus Aoife Ní Bhriain idir Seomra na Gaeilge agus Teach 6 i gColáiste na Tríonóide ar 11ú Samhain 2025, agus an tUachtarán Cathrine Connolly insealbhaithe mar an 10ú Uachtarán ar Éirinn.

Mike Maloney: Gold, Silver Bull Run in Final Phase, I Expect "Spectacular" Prices Mike Maloney of ‪@Goldsilver explains why this time really is different for gold and silver, pointing to factors including growing mainstream adoption, and noting that much more of the world's population is able to buy precious metals than in previous cycles. "This is just like a whole new world — this to me signals the beginning of the third and final phase of the bull market — and that is where you have the greatest amount of gains in the shortest period of time. So we should be seeing some fireworks coming," he said.   Watch this video at- https://youtu.be/Yl7B9tFCicY?si=JktrazBIo4z-WbCT Investing News 59.9K subscribers 14,720 views Nov 11, 2025 #Investing #Gold #Silver ❓ Is the gold-silver ratio part of your buying strategy? Tell us in the comments! Read free chapters of Mike's book: https://ggsr21.com/ This interview was filmed on November 3, 2025. #Investing #Gold #Silver 0:00 - Intro 1:20 - This time is really different 4:47 - Final phase of bull market 7:49 - "Giant crisis" in the works 11:21 - Trigger for market crash 13:15 - Farmland offers protection 15:25 - Gold-silver ratio strategy 19:47 - Gold, silver price potential 23:11 - Outro ________________________________________________________________ Investing News Network (INN) Find out more about investing by INN @ https://investingnews.com/ Browse our 2025 outlook reports: http://bit.ly/3JHyR1M Follow us on Facebook:   / investing.news.your.trusted.source   Follow us on Twitter: https://x.com/inn_resource

“Er ég sá eini hérna inni sem er orðinn graður?” -#622 Sýningin Fjölástir Hæ Hæ var haldin síðasta föstudag og hér er hún í allri sinni dýrð. Ágústa Kolbrún spáði fyrir framtíð gesta. Helgi sagði frá Norskum tvífara og leiddi okkur í gegnum leyndardóma fjölástarinnar. Hjálmar kitlaði salinn á sinn hátt og potaði í Helga. Eva Ruza kallaði úr sal.IG helgijean & hjalmarorn110Takk fyrir að hlusta - og munið að subscribe´a!Þættina má finna inni í áskrift á pardus.is

IT'S THAT TIME OF YEAR AGAIN! Jeff being the DM and special guest star Leigh-Ann means it's got to be Halloween! https://linktr.ee/AlmostDnD   Our Sponsors:   https://canadiandice.ca Enter "almostdnd" for 15% off!   https://www.chaoticstudios.ca/ Enter "almostdnd" for 15% off!   https://manyworldstavern.com/ALMOSTDND 10% off!   https://mistymountaingaming.com/ALMOSTDANDD10 10% off!   https://fantasy-scents.com/ALMOSTDND 10% off candles!   https://easyrollerdice.com/ Enter "almostdnd" for 20% off!   https://www.etsy.com/shop/Betzbitzbox Enter "almostdnd: for 10% off!   The Theme Song is: The Red Dragon's Inn by Derek and Brandon Fiechter https://dbfiechter.bandcamp.com/   The background and ambient sounds are provided by: Michael Ghelfi Studios https://michaelghelfi.com/

Cuid den dream a bhí ag ócáid i Leitir Meallain inné d'insealbhú an Uachtaráin Catherine Connolly.

This week, Camille and Rich sit down with Victoria Shepherd-Burnett, the founder and executive director of The Inn Recovery Community, for one of the most powerful and emotional conversations we've ever had. Victoria shares how her journey began in 2019, helping young women facing homelessness, and how that mission evolved through unimaginable personal struggle. After nearly losing her life in 2022, she found recovery and purpose in helping others do the same.Today, The Inn has grown into a life-changing organization housing over 120 women, children, and families each year—offering safety, sobriety, and second chances. With a relapse rate of just 5.5%, The Inn stands as proof that healing is possible when compassion meets community.Something truly special is happening there… and this is the story behind it.Connect with us! Instagram - Facebook www.visiteastdallas.comPartner with us! connect@visiteastdallas.com

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I denne episoden av i loopen møter vi Derviş Mansuroğlu, personalleder og kontorsjef for utviklere i NAV IT, Wenche Charlotte Almnes, senior manager og ansvarlig for mangfold og inkludering i Deloitte Norge; og Christoffer Naustdal Hjelm, sosial entreprenør og ansvarlig for forretningsutvikling i Cousins. Sammen utforsker de hvordan flere veier inn i arbeidslivet skaper verdi for både mennesker og organisasjoner – og hva vi alle kan gjøre for å bygge et mer inkluderende samfunn. Episoden som er ledet av Julie McCarthy tar også opp hvordan tillit og støtte fra «allierte» kan gjøre inkluderingsarbeidet enklere og mer effektivt.  Denne episoden ble spilt inn under jobbmessen for kvinnelige talenter med innvandringsbakgrunn, arrangert av IMDI og NAV, som fant sted mandag 3. november. Foto: Martina Caredda

Black Biceps litewski zespół z polskim składem narobił zamieszania w eliminacjach do Eurowizji. Głosujący na nich widzowie zmusili LRT , czyli litewska telewizje publiczną, do ponownego rozparzenia wyników. Chłopaki grają już kilkanaście lat razem. Tworzą w trzech językach, a swoja drogę na scenę zaczęli od parodii światowego hitu "Despacito". Tyle że zamiast tekstu o urokach kobiecego ciała zaśpiewali o urokach zbierania butelek i puszek. W podkaście fragmenty piosenek Black Biceps "Depozito" , "po polsku", "Luba ty moja" "Visaip man reik" oraz utwór "Płynę pod masztem" - kooperacja Bartosz Urbanowicz i Vitalia Walentynowicz.

Astrid ringer coach-venninnen sin Isabelle, mens hun går tur i Central Park. Fin episode for deg som lurer på om du selv vil eller trenger å gå i terapi. 

Whoa-hoa-hoa-hoa-hoa... I dag klart dessverre Daniela å forsov sæ, så da ble det soloshow på Skorge fra start. Når Daniela kommer springende inn i studio står det både sportsquiz, singles day og lillelørdag på programmet. Vi har ledd, skravla og vist frem ekstremt dårlige kunnskapsferdigheter. Kaotisk e vel egentlig eneste måten vi kan beskriv dagens sending på. Inn og nyt

Writer and food expert Matthew Kang (Eater) joins the Big Korean Energy realm to unpack the current Korean food moment, from fine dining in Dallas to gochujang bottles at Ohio motels.We talk about Korea's soft power, the delicious Mash-Ups shaping Korean American cuisine, and how one dish, Pyongyang naengmyeon, connects Matthew to his family's roots and the longing behind every bowl.See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

"Inn i romskipet, vi stikker til Mars!" På tide med en DOS klassiker, og denne gang er det ikke en hvilken som helst klassiker. Vi snakker om spillserien som var med å definere action platform-sjangeren på DOS - Commander Keen. Adrian og Håkon har fått med seg ekspertise fra oljehovedstaden, og det er av ingen ringere enn Ketil Espenæs!     Enjoy!   Gjerne sjekk oss ut på: Discord: https://discord.gg/PZrtNvSmP3 Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/lolbua (For tilgang til bonuspodcasten NachSpæll må du velge "NachSpæll" tieren") Facebook: Spæll (facebook-side) og Spæll Community (facebook-gruppe) Instagram: www.instagram.com/spaell.podcast   Vil du ha litt herlig Spæll merch? Sjekk ut Spreadshirt shoppen vår! https://spaell.myspreadshop.no/    

The Time Riders: Part 2 When you've got a time machine, practice makes perfect. Based on a post by BiscuitHammer, in 16 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels. Always The Student. Mark was lying on his back, panting while Becky squirmed and writhed on top of him, moaning in pleasure. His hands were on her opulent tits, kneading them just how she loved it. The lovers were covered in sweat as she ground her cunt down onto his cock, taking him deep inside. He matched her sensual rhythm, pushing up while she pressed down, squeezing his shaft with each thrust he made. "Yes, Mark;” she gasped, her hands resting on his chest while she writhed on him shamelessly. It didn't matter that she was his former high school Physics teacher, or even that she still was, in a sense, she was committed to fucking him because she'd promised herself she'd enjoy this, and Becky did her damdest to always follow her own advice. "Yes, baby, right there;” Becky now began gyrating her hips in a circle on top of him, interrupting the rhythm that would certainly had led to both of them cumming and she wanted to prolong this session. She felt Mark regain control of himself, adapting to the new pace, although he continued to molest her tits, pinching and tugging on her nipples. Her flawless skin glistened with her exertions, the wonderful scent of a woman making love permeating the air. "Hmm, good boy," she purred, smiling down at him. "You're learning." "I've got the best teacher I could ask for." Mark replied, grinning back. "Forget all the time travel stuff you're helping me figure out, you're amazing in bed, Becky. I've never cum so hard before, not like when I'm with you." "You're so sweet, darling," she cooed, reveling in the feel of his throbbing cock deep inside her. Ever since that night he'd snuck into her home and failed so miserably at trying to seduce her so she would change his Physics grade, they'd become ardent lovers, with her being nearly as addicted to their sex as he was. "You make me cum really hard too, just so you know. And the gift you brought me back from London was so thoughtful. How would you like to fuck me next?" Mark nodded, pondering her question. He had indeed brought her back a gift, from London in the 1880's. He'd come back with a lovely dress from the period and a bottle of Italian wine. Even though she had never accompanied him on a temporal trip (except that very first one, to prove he had a time machine at all), she seemed to have an innate understanding of how to time travel without screwing things up, which was very easy. He took hold of her hips and slowly rolled her onto her stomach. She purred as she pushed her legs together and then knelt over her thighs. She put her chin on her arms and sighed as he pulled her ass cheeks apart and pushed his cock down into her cunt. Her clamped legs made her feel tighter than ever and he groaned in pleasure as he bottomed out. Keeping himself up on his hands, his back arched so that she was pinned beneath him, he began to piston his hips, fucking his teacher. "Oh, Mark;” she murmured. "It's so good this way. Your cock feels so wonderful inside me." "Uh, God;” he breathed, shuddering as she squeezed her cheeks together, clamping her cunt around him as he thrust. "I never wanna stop fucking you." "I don't want you to," she gasped as he hit her sweet spot. "And because you; oh; have your time machine; we can find a way; to fuck forever;” She squirmed and writhed beneath him while he pushed up and down on her, both of them getting slick with sweat. They groaned and panted together. He leaned down and bit her shoulder Becky keened in pleasure. Trembling, she arched her hips, pushing up against him. She could feel his cock twitching and swelling inside her. "Gonna cum;” he breathed, pushing down and straining. "Uh! Yes, cum in me, Mark!" she wailed. She pressed her face into a pillow as she screamed, feeling her student's cum spurting inside and filling her spasming cunt. Mark shook and groaned loudly, so glad they were in her house and could be as loud as they needed to be. Her slammed his hips down onto her, tingling pleasure blossoming through him. Mark collapsed on top of her, both of them limp and breathing heavily. He reached under Becky and put his hands on her tits, squeezing gently. She hummed and undulated her soft cheeks beneath him, milking his cock for all of his cum, her wet cunt wanting every last drop. They said nothing for several minutes, just lying there in bliss. Becky finally slowly turned over, Mark's cock slipping out of her and they wrapped their arms around each other, kissing deeply. He pushed his still-hard cock back in and moved back and forth gently inside her and she squeezed him in rhythm. Tongues tangled and they hummed contentedly into one another's mouths. "God, I want to find a way to have multiples of you fucking me all at once," she purred, smiling into his eyes and caressing his cheek. "One in my cunt, one in my ass, another in my mouth; hmm, that sounds heavenly." "Yeah, but won't I, like, blow up spontaneously, or collapse the universe if I encounter myself?" he asked somewhat warily. He liked the idea of fucking all Becky's holes, but not if it made everything go boom. She giggled and bopped his nose. "Silly. Why are you asking me? You're the one with access to this time-travel police force. What did you say they were called? TEA?" "Yeah, they said they're called the Temporal Enforcement Agency." Mark confirmed. "I called them Teabaggers and they didn't think that was funny." "Oh, be nice to them, darling," she chided gently. "After all, they're protecting the timeline for crazy kids like you." "Yeah, I guess," he admitted, knowing she was infinitely more sensible than him about these things. She was already so much smarter at this temporal stuff than he was. The only reason his little trip to 1800's London went well was because she'd prepped him and made him think it through. "Getting myself killed is apparently pretty easy." "Boo, and then we couldn't fuck anymore," she said, sounding sad. "And even if you stopped time-travelling tomorrow, I'd still want to fuck you. You've unleashed a demon in me." "I know it," he laughed. "I have to rest a few days after our marathon fuck sessions, only to come back in your next day to keep up with your libido. Not that I'm complaining, mind." She giggled. "Well I do love to fuck," she agreed. "Maybe one day, I'll go with you. I'd love to fuck in a harem bath house or a Parisian brothel." Mark rolled off her and lay on his back, staring at the ceiling. He could almost see the steam rising off them. As tricky as time travel was, he never would have ended up in bed with his Physics teacher if it hadn't been for his time machine. "That chronometer the agents gave me comes in really handy," he said, his thoughts drifting. "It actually gives me little warnings if I'm getting too close to another temporal event. It means I can't do some things I'd like to do, but things get complicated." She smiled. "You said they called it 'the Limelight Effect' or getting clock hammered, depending on what you were trying to do." He nodded. "They didn't like it when I called it 'clock-blocking'." "You said they had no sense of humor." Becky mused. "But maybe practicing with your Holmes Field Device in minor ways will help." He turned and looked at her. "How so?" "Well," she began, turning on her side to look at him, her hand propping up her head. Her nipples gently kissed the skin of his arm. "How about you take me out for dinner? We'll pick a low-traffic area, somewhere time travelers don't go. You said that your chronometer dials are difficult to physically turn and the Holmes Field device always skews numbers if you're trying to get anywhere that would prove troublesome." He considered what she was saying. "So, take you to some remote village in the past where no one else is ever interested in going. We can try finessing my control of the device." She nodded. "Precisely. I don't know about you, but I speak flawless French, we could visit a little village in France's past and we could get some dinner. You could learn how to deal with the locals, get a feel for what you'll have to do if you keep travelling the time stream." "It's weird how you can say words like 'time stream' so naturally, like it's normal," he sighed. "Still, you're right, careful practice is probably a good thing." "It'll be fun," she said, reaching over and taking hold of his hip to turn him into her. Her tits were now squashed to his chest, his soft cock against her gooey cunt. "How bad a teacher can I be for this? You made it through my physics class without tearing a hole in reality." "And yet I failed," he sighed. "I doubt I can fuck my way out of every bit of trouble I get myself into." She giggled and took his hand, pulling him off the bed and leading him to the bathroom. She sat down on the toilet to pee while she stroked his cock gently, She shivered as she peed, feeling his cum trickling of her, pulling him closer and taking him in her mouth. She hummed as she bobbed back and forth, enjoying their mingled taste. Mark had to admit that he was enjoying how relaxed she was around him now that they were lovers. "So," she said finally, pulling his cock out of her mouth with a quiet pop. "We'll shower and get cleaned up. Then we'll head to the public library to figure out where and what we're doing. Anybody asks, I'll say I'm helping you with your schoolwork." He smiled slyly, feeling a familiar tingle in his cock at the thought of showering with her. This was going to be a good night. "So here's a question," she remarked as she watched Mark get dressed in the outfit they'd bought for the occasion, hidden from prying eyes in her basement, where he kept the Holmes Field Device. They'd visited a costume shop and found clothing that was a good fit for the period they were visiting, that being France in the 1600's. "Did they ever tell you about any contacts you can make in the time stream? You know, like dealers?" He looked at her quizzically. "Dealers?" "Sure," she said, nodding. "There must be time-travelers who make their living by providing goods and services to other travelers. I mean, you need to be able to get money and supplies somewhere, so that you don't stick out like a sore thumb, right?" "Yeah, that'd make sense," he admitted. "I mean, I got lucky when I tried going to London and got that dress, I managed to pawn off some knick-knacks I'd brought with me, because I didn't know how else to pay for anything. And they thought I was just some ignorant American. I got out a lot quicker than I thought I would." "I think we should find out," she reasoned. "If you're going to do this, you should really learn how to find what you need." "Exactly how much time-travelling do you think I'm gonna be doing?" he asked, giving her a wry look before continuing to put on his new outfit. "Well, we know you have no future as a physicist, maybe you'll find something you're good at in the time stream," she giggled, making him sigh. She moved forward to help him get into his clothes, since he clearly had no idea what he was doing. "And even if you don't know how to find a dealer, I'm willing to bet that they'll know how to find a traveler." He couldn't argue with that logic and stood still while she corrected his attire, kissing his nose as she finished. He then watched as she got into her own period garb, doing so much more efficiently than he had done. She saw him looking at her and winked. "In spite of my physics major, I also did a lot of work in theater," she quipped, holding her top loosely in place over her opulent tits. "I've been in Les Mis a few times, so I know my way around period garb." "I feel bad about you bringing that jewelry to trade for money," he said, wishing he had more to offer. He didn't just yet, however. "Oh, they're nothing, it's just old gold I never wear," she said dismissively. "I'd probably just end up selling them in a pawn shop at some point. This way, at least it's getting some use. I sell these things I never wear, we get the proper currency, then we go and have some fun. I don't see how this can be a bad thing." "I guess I just feel like it should be me paying." Mark murmured, trying not to blush. "Silly," she giggled again. "You're an eighteen year-old boy. What one earth could you possibly have accumulated that the time stream would be interested in?" "Well, you got me there," he sighed, giving up and letting her continue. "Maybe I'll make it big in the time stream and then I can keep you buying you the presents you deserve." "Ooh, you honey-dripper," she cooed, smiling and kissing his nose before stepping back and examining him. "Well, you're starting to look the part. I'll use some gel in your hair to tousle it a little and then I think we're probably as close as we can get, since neither of us has syphilis or tuberculosis." He waited while she fixed his hair and then took care of her own, pulling her golden locks back in a bow. She was wearing a peasant dress, one that accentuated her small waist and large bust. His outfit, was more akin to a gentleman of northern Europe, with a blue vest and white breeches that he found rather tight, especially around the crotch. "So, milord," she lilted, threading her arm through his and smiling at him. "Shall we sally forth?" He nodded and walked over toward the time machine, his chronometer in hand. 17th Century, France. "Combien allez-vous me donner pour ce pendentif?" Becky asked the owner of the dingy little shop they were standing in. Candles flickered on the walls, dimly illuminating the musty room. The shop-owner, a wizened little man wearing crooked spectacles, looked up her with rheumy eyes. He held out a gnarled hand and she gently put the dull gold bangle into it. Her brought it close to his face, examining it intently. He weighed it in his palm and then scratched the inner surface, testing its contents. He licked his lip as he considered her offering. Finally he put it down. "Onze Louis," he declared, nodding. "Onze Louis, quatre livres, douze sous et vingt-et-trois deniers." Mark looked at Becky, who was considering what he had told them. After a few seconds, she seemed to think he was being reasonable. "Bien. Tout en livres et sous, s'il vous plait." The man counted out one hundred and sixty-six sous and pushed them across the counter. His eyes widened slightly as she pushed a gold necklace and two rings to him for appraisal. Half an hour later, they exited the shop with a small purse containing the equivalent of nearly fifty Louis, a small fortune by the standards of the period and their locale. "Here you go, milord," she said sweetly, pressing the purse into his palm. "It's only appropriate that you carry our funds, since you're the one cosplaying as the aristocracy." "Except my French sucks balls." Mark muttered as they walked down the dirt road. It was mid-morning and they'd arrived in a fallow field outside the town. Google maps indicated that it was empty in the modern day and online archive maps from France in 1652 indicated that it was much the same way back then. With careful calculations of time and distance, they'd arrived without incident. "Well, you speak Spanish, so we'll pretend you're from Madrid or something," she said simply, holding his arm again. "And I'll be the lusty French tart from Rouen who travels with you, keeping you enamored with our fair country." "You'd be stupidly good at Larp, you're really getting into this," he sighed. Larp?” Live action role playing. Any other hidden talents I should know about?" Mark inquired. "If I told you then they wouldn't be surprises," she pointed out. "We women love to be mysterious." "Well, at least you're a woman, most of the girls I know who do that stuff are just crazy." "That's because they're teenage girls, who are, by definition, 'bugfuck insane'." Becky added. "A lot of women are too, I suppose, but at least there's a chance our hormones have straightened out. Probably not much different here, except for the mortality rate." They walked down the cobblestone rode, attracting the occasional stare as they walked into the town. They stopped a stout, middle-aged man and asked where they might get some decent food and accommodations. "You are dressed rather unusually to be walking," he said, looking at Mark. "You seem to be a gentleman of quality, sir. I am the town's physician and apothecary, my name is Henri. And yours, monsieur?" Mark stuttered. "Mark, uh; mon nom; es;” "Marco," Becky interjected suddenly, relieving him of the burden of struggling to make his name known in French. "He is Senor Marco Del Strade, and he is a baron from Valencia." "I thought I was from Madrid." Mark whispered out of the side of his mouth. "Shut the fuck up, I'm thinking on the fly here!" she hissed back. "What did the Spaniard say?" asked the portly physician. "That didn't sound Spanish." "A curse of our association," she said sweetly, beaming a radiant smile at him. "The baron speaks no French, and I no Spanish, so we communicate en Anglais, with which we both have some facility." "A rather unusual arrangement," grunted the man. "Nonetheless, it would not do for our humble town to allow a gentleman of quality to not be looked after. I would recommend L'Auberge Des Loups." "The Wolves' Inn?" Mark muttered out loud, knowing enough French to get that translation. "That doesn't sound too safe." "Be at ease, my friends," Henri said, chuckling. "The wolf is on our town coat of arms, and the Inn is our most reputable establishment. If you have the money, they will give you what you need." He turned and pointed down the road. "There, you can see the inn from this spot. The two-story building with the gambrel roof and all the smoke coming out of the chimney. See it?" "Yes, good sir, and we thank you." Becky said, curtseying before smiling at the man and putting his rather fat, gout-ridden hand in hers. "For all of your help." "Ah, well, yes," he said, blushing and withdrawing his hand from hers. "When you go to the inn, tell the proprietor that Henri sent you. This will make things easier for you." And with that, the man waddled off. "He seemed nice, I guess," Mark mused as they resumed their trek into the town. "I mean, I missed a lot of what you two said, but it seemed to agree with you." "We just need to mention his name when we get to the inn and that'll apparently make our lives easier." Becky replied, thinking how quaint everything was. She couldn't believe she was actually in seventeenth century France! But then, she was fucking her former student who was a time-traveler, so clearly anything was possible. She had already promised herself she would enjoy every moment of this experience. She'd chosen the year as carefully as possible, noting that there were no major Plague outbreaks mentioned and she had insisted they bring very discretely concealed medications with them. Ignoring the stares of the townsfolk, they continued down the main street until they reached the inn. They tacitly avoided stepping in the various effluences that trickled between the cobblestones and stepped over the unconscious peasants who were sprawled in the middle of the street before opening the faded green doors and entering. Dark and musty, lit by wall sconces and an ancient wrought-iron chandelier overhead in which guttered many candles, the large common room was like something out of an HBO special, minus the lighting budget. Large, round table dominated the space, while a great hearth and a long counter encompassed most of the back wall. Lots of sun-browned peasant faces turned to look at them while some stringed instrument plunked away from a corner. The place smelled of smoke and what was probably body odor. Still ignoring the stares, Becky led Mark up to the counter, behind which stood a surly-looking man with a black moustache and beard. He observed them with interest as they approached. Mark stood silently while Becky addressed the man in French. "My lord the Baron is looking for clean and welcoming accommodations for the night," she began, indicating Mark. "Henri sent us to you, saying that you were the establishment in this town worthy of his business." "If you can pay, then yes, we will be able to room you comfortably," he answered, looking at Mark. "Our best room is one livre per night. I assume the baron can afford this?" She looked at Mark now. "A single night is one livre. Those'd be the silver coins. Get one out and just give it to him, without showing how much you actually have." Mark nodded and fished out one of the coins indicated, putting it on the counter for the proprietor to inspect. Satisfied, the man nodded. "This will cover the room. If his lordship has need of a bath or food, we can provide these things as well." "Fresh food?" she asked pointedly. "Only the freshest for the lord," laughed the man loudly, causing people nearby to chuckle. "Is he a mute?" "No, he is Spanish and speaks no French," she said flatly, fixing the man with a hard look. "You can speak to me, his servant, if you feel the need to communicate. You can bring him food now, and your finest wine, good sir." She then turned and took Mark's arm, leading him over to an empty table in the corner, once again ignoring the gazes that followed them. She sat down and sighed, nodding. "We'll eat and then see about the room and a bath," she declared, looking around and taking everything in. "If it's big enough, I'm sure we can get into all sorts of trouble in the tub." "I'd like that," he said, finally relaxing. "I'm glad you're taking to this so easily, because I'm way out of my element. London in the 1880's was hard enough, and all I was doing was pretending I was an American traveler. France in the time of the Louis the Sun King, that's a little out of my league." "Don't worry, once you hit your stride, you'll do fine," she said gently, patting his hand. "I've just had more weird experiences over the course of my life than you have and am adapting a little quicker is all." A jug of wine, two goblets, some hearty bread with butter and some onions and cheese was brought over by a wench who looked like John Rhys-Davies in drag. She belched and tottered off, having delivered her goods. "Although I'm not so sure about adapting to that." Becky said, shaking her head to clear it of the image. She unstopped the jug and poured the dark red wine into their goblets while Mark portioned out the bread, butter, cheese and onions. They both dug in, finally realizing how hungry they were. "Oh, wow, that's good," Becky remarked, looking into her goblet, having tried the wine. "Just remember to eat a lot of bread and butter, Mark, or you'll have the hangover from hell." He'd never had a wine quite like this before and they quickly polished off the jug before ordering another. They finished their bread and cheeses before being presented with a roasted suckling pig and two pheasants, stuffed with local herbs. They enjoyed eating, but the wine was strong enough to eventually get through all the food they'd lined their stomachs with. Becky was giggling and tipsy within the hour. "I can't beli; believe we're here in France," she said, her head tilted to one side. "An' we're gonna fuck; in the tub; an' then in our room, because; because; defiling the timeline; sounds like fun. It's fun, you know, to fuck across history;” "It is," Mark agreed, not as drunk as Becky but still feeling rather buzzed. His tongue felt thick from the wine, which she had explained was not treated with any modern pasteurization process and therefore would be full of tannins and sediments they would need to account for or suffer an assured hangover. "And you're the person I'd want to do it with, Becks;” Becky giggled and slid her hand along his leg, finally arriving at his crotch and giving the bulged contained in the tight breeches a squeeze. "You're not; not a time cop; you're a time cock; timeless cock;” Some musicians had come in a few minutes earlier and were sitting in another corner of the common room. They struck up a lively tune on their lutes, fiddles and a small drum. Becky's eyes lit up as the music reached them. "Oh, I love this song!" she said loudly in English before hopping up from the table and dancing her way with abandon into the middle of the room. People watched on and began to clap and cheer as she stood on a table and began capering. "How the hell does she know this song?" Mark wondered, frowning as he watched his Physics teacher begin to dance and sing. Ah! Si mon moine voulait danser! Ah! Si mon moine voulait danser! Un capuchon je lui donnerais Un capuchon je lui donnerais Danse, mon moine, danse! Tu n'entends pas la danse Tu n'entends pas mon moulin, lon la Tu n'entends pas mon moulin marcher. Mark watched in wonder as she tottered back over and flopped onto the bench next to him, breathing heavily and perspiring. She grinned at him lopsidedly and winked, still obviously rather inebriated. "Why did you know the lyrics to that song?" he asked, utterly baffled. She poured herself more wine and drained her goblet in one gulp, with a very loud Gluck! noise. Clearly, she was intent on partying. "Went to; a Catholic school; run by nunsh;” she slurred, trying to fill her cup again. "Lotsh of shingin' to; keep our little teen girl mindsh; off sheksh; Fuckin' love that shong, used to shing that shong; all the' time; fuckin'; great to dansh to;” "Yes, I noticed," he said, nodding and smiling. "You were almost flashing your tits and your cunt at the; the patrons;” "They can peek; but no touchy;” she said, taking another drink. "Thish pushy; only for you; I think; we'll shee;” She turned and looked at him, her eyes glazed and her skin flush from her exertions. "We're here; together, Mark, but; if you; ya' shee a girl ya' wanna fuck; I'm okay with; with that. "Jus' don' get the crabs!" She had broken into a snickering fit, pressing her forehead against the table as she tried to not fall over completely. Mark was chuckling and feeling really good watching how silly his teacher was being. She looked up suddenly, trying to wear a serious expression. "But one thing," she cautioned, holding up a finger and wagging it at one of the Marks she was looking at. There were three of them, so she chose the one in the middle. "No, moren one thing, but th' one thing'sh; important;” She leaned forward to whisper to him. "Keep your dicky in your pantsh unlesh; unlesh you know she'sh eighteen; 'cush the lawsh right now; 'she prolly legal to fuck 'em younger; but; you're from our time; our time;” She glowered at him drunkenly. "An' we don' fuck 'em if they're not eighteen; ya' got it?" He nodded. "Eighteen or older. Got it. And you can; miss, you can' "Not mish," she interrupted, waving away his comment. "Becky. Not fuckin' mish, remember?" "Sorry," he intoned, letting out a belch and patting his chest. The wine and cheese tasted great but were really fucking with him. "I'll be better; remember;” "Well, what wash it I can do?" she asked. "You were gonna; shay; I could do; what wash it?" Mark thought about that for a moment, unable to push through the wine-induced haze in his head. "I don' remember;” They both broke into laughter, much to the amusement of nearby patrons. Becky had her head on the table again, giggling until Mark slammed his palm on it in an expression of entertainment, shocking her and making her yelp. They looked at one another and burst into more fits of laughter. They'd drained another jug and polished off the pig and pheasants. Mark felt incredibly full, and drunk. Becky could barely stand up and she asked Mark to take her arm and lead them over to the proprietor behind the long counter once again. She shook her head a few times to clear it and he waited patiently for her to speak. "Shir, we'll be needing the bath now, and our room," she said slowly, making sure she could be understood. "Would you be so kind ash to show ush the way?" He tilted his head slightly. "Comment?" "You just spoke to him in English, Becks." Mark told her. Her glassy eyes widened and she squeezed her eyes shut, willing herself not to die of embarrassment. "For fuck's sakes;” she muttered. She took a deep breath and repeated herself in labored French. He nodded and led them up the back, away from the common room. It took Becky fifteen minutes to get up the single flight of stairs because it wouldn't stop spinning. Mark sighed as he sat in the large, round wooden tub, his arms resting on the side while his hands gripped the rim. The steaming water splashed over the side as he shuddered and groaned loudly, cumming. Spent, he sank back onto the small ledge and breathed heavily. The water stirred and Becky surfaced, exhaling. Her golden hair clung to her wetly and her glorious tits glistened. She grinned at her student. "See?" she declared, obviously pleased as she pulled her hair over her shoulders. "Told you I could make you cum before having to surface for air." "Jesus, you must've been down there over two minutes," he breathed, never ceasing to be stunned by her carnal skills. "How the hell do you hold your breath that long?" Becky cricked her neck and settled onto Mark's lap, her arms around his neck. She gave him a peck on the nose. "Lots of cardio and physical training." "Obviously." Mark agreed. "Not that I'm complaining, mind." "Hmm, didn't think you would," she purred. "But only half of this equation has been solved, big boy. I haven't cum yet. Since you're friend down there is taking a nap, how good are you at holding your breath?" "Not that good," he chuckled. "I'm happy to lick your cunt, but you'll need to keep it above water." She smiled and rolled her eyes before getting off his lap. He moved aside and allowed her to kneel on the little ledge he'd been sitting on, leaning over the rim of the tub and resting her forearms on it. She looked back at him and winked while wiggling her sexy, toned behind him. Her cuntlips were dripping and looked inviting. Mark knelt in the middle of the tub, behind Becky's ass and took hold of it, kissing the wet cheeks. Becky cooed and squirmed under the attention, one of her hands cupping a tit and squeezing it. She could feel Mark's lips and tongue moving slowly inward toward her core. She bit her lip and sighed. He touched her cunt, kissing it gently and sliding his tongue up and down the twat, which parted easily before him. Her heard her moan and tasted her tang as he pushed inside her while using his thumbs to pull her inner thighs apart so he could get further into his teacher's snatch. She shivered and pushed back against him, eager for more. "Hmm, Mark;” she cooed, her eyes shut as she felt his tongue inside her. "Yes, right there, lover. Oh, you really know how to use your tongue;” He smiled at her compliment and pulled his tongue out to massage her clit with it, rolling around the little bud and making her gasp sharply. He slid a finger inside her, followed by another and she groaned. He could feel her cunt tightening around his digits and began to push them back and forth slowly while he nibbled and sucked her clit. Becky shuddered again and leaned down, biting at her knuckle while squeezing her tit harder, massaging it vigorously. Mark lashed her clit while fingering her tight twat and then slid a single finger into her ass. Her breath caught in her throat and she gripped the ledge of the tub, her fingers raking along the iron-bound wood. "Fuck, Mark," she whimpered. "Yes, make me cum. I want to cum in your mouth!" Mark worked her cunt harder, sliding the fingers back and forth, pushing in deeper each time. His tongue massaged her clit relentlessly or he sucked on it. She was squirming and writhing back against him, groaning unashamedly. He was beyond caring if anyone heard them at this point. Becky was panting heavily now, her eyes glazing over as she ground her ass against Mark's face, feeling his fingers in her cunt and her ass, wiggling and pushing her closer and closer to orgasm. She would miss his cum inside her, but she would surely get it before long, Mark was developing good stamina under her guidance. She arched her back and moaned loudly as she began to cum, pleasure blossoming through her from her cunt and out to her fingers and toes. Her body shook while she climaxed, the wet, gooey ecstasy of colors in her mind letting her; Invasion. There was a smash, like wood splintering, the creak of worn metal. Her eyes snapped open in confusion, the unreal delight of her orgasm draining away as men in masks and dark clothes surged into the room, at least five of them and more shadows in the hallway. Most were holding knives or small clubs, but she saw the one in front carrying a heavy flintlock pistol. Even in the darkness of the room, lit only by candles around the wall, she could see the wicked scar on his cheek. "Arrêtez! Reste tranquille et je ne te tuerai pas!" he rasped, pointing his pistol at her while his comrades moved into the room and began searching for something. "Qui es-tu?" Becky demanded, getting angry not only about the intruders, but the fact that her orgasm was slipping away. She could feel Mark still kneeling behind her, looking on in shock at what was happening. "Tais-toi, salope!" the man barked, moving toward her and drawing a wicked knife from his belt, his men now ransacking the room. He placed the point of the knife at her throat and Mark felt a cold fear run up his spine. "Do not speak to me in that tone if you' He never finished the sentence as Becky grabbed the wrist of the hand holding the knife and twisted, hard. The man with the scar yelped as he lost his grip on the knife and the blonde woman leapt out of the tub, her knee smashing into his face. He staggered backward and then went flying as her foot slammed into his ribcage. He crashed through a table and this got the attention of the thugs he'd brought with him. They all looked in shock at the naked blonde tigress for a moment and then surged in on her, knives and cudgels ready. "A little help here, hero!" Becky shrilled as she scampered away from the incoming bandits. "This isn't sex, don't make me do all the work!" "Hey now!" Mark protested, half-rising out of the relative protection of the tub because of her taunt. "It's not like you do all' "Goddammit, Mark!" Becky shouted as she ducked the swing of a club and punched her attacker in the balls. "You'd better hope they kill us, because if I survive, I'm going to crack open your skull and suck your brain out with a straw! Help me!" Mark came to his senses and vaulted over the side of the tub, trying not to think about the fact that he was buck naked and rushing toward his teacher and her assailants. He crashed into the smallest man, bearing him to the ground and winding him. Not sure what else to do, he began punching the bandit, knocking his cloth mask askew so he could not see. The man struggled wildly to get out from underneath his naked foe. "Huh!" Mark choked out as another thug grabbed him by the throat from behind and started pulling him off the man he was on top of. He could feel his tongue beginning to bulge out of his mouth and was thinking he must look incredibly foolish, like Jabba the Hutt when Princess Leia strangled him with the chain. He couldn't die like that. He couldn't. With a limp dick and a swollen tongue? In front of Becky? He'd taken some karate, although he was no expert. His skin was still wet and he went limp, using sudden deadweight to break his attacker's hold on his throat, although he hissed in pain when he felt the man's ragged nails crease through his skin as he lost his grip. With a thud! Mark hit the floor and did the only thing he could think of doing; he grappled onto the man and took him down in a rough tumble. He desperately rolled until he was on top and rammed his knee into the man's stomach. He heard the man wheeze but then sparks exploded behind his eyes as something cracked across the back of his head. He didn't fall over but scrambled away in a panic, wishing he could see in the darkness or that the room would stop spinning. Becky landed in a heap on top of him, knocking him back to the floor. She was still naked and incredibly angry from the sounds of her. "That's it, buster!" she roared as she surged back to her feet and charged her attacker. Mark dazedly looked over and watched as his teacher sprinted across the room, her foe giving chase. She leapt in the air and to the wall, her foot making contact. Before anyone was ready, she sprang backward, smashing her foot across the man's jaw in a roundhouse kick that they must have heard on the edge of town. The man went down like a sack of flour. "Alright, who's next?" she shouted, standing in the middle of the room, naked and scratched up. She grabbed a pewter jug and slammed it backward into the head of a man coming up behind her. He went down. "I didn't know you did parkour!" Mark called out as he tackled another thug from behind, taking him to the floor. "I do a lot of things to take out my sexual frustrations!" she snapped back, picking up a bench and throwing it at two assailants to keep them off-balance. "Parkour, jiu-jutsu, archery, Krav-Maga. I was kind of hoping that fucking would allow me to vent a little steam!" "I can see why!" Mark said as he smashed the man's face into the floor repeatedly. Even in his weirdest dreams, he'd never imagined fighting French bandits while buck naked. He wondered if the Temporal Enforcement Agency would be up his ass about this incident. "Oh, shut up!" she shrilled, kicking a man between the legs from behind and then suplexing him after he doubled over in pain. The floor splintered with the impact, but Becky rolled to her feet and grabbed his cudgel. "You still owe me an orgasm, mister!" "Okay, okay!" Mark said hastily. A sallow man confronted him, wearing an eye-mask, who brandished a knobbed club. The bandit grinned at him, clearly intent on bashing his head in. Thinking quickly, Mark stood and looked somber, clasping his fist in his hand and bowing, like they did in his mom's tai chi class. The bandit looked confused for a moment before Mark bowed again and then made a motion urging the bandit to do the same. Still not sure what was happening but wanting to get on with things, the bandit bowed at the waist clumsily. Mark broke a chair over his head before grabbing the cudgel and rushing to Becky's side. "So very nice of you to join me," Becky panted as they faced off against the three remaining intruders, who were trying to surround them. Mark and Becky backed up toward the outer wall, the window behind them. The men closed in. There was a groan and a clatter as the man with the scar on his cheek slowly got to his feet from the pile of broken furniture he'd been laying in and approached them, his henchmen parting to make way for him. "Pour votre arrogance, je vous verrai mort." he growled, pointing his pistol at Mark. Trapped, Mark squeezed his eyes shut; click! Mark blinked and opened his eyes. The scar-faced man was scowling at his pistol, which was letting off a small tuft of smoke but had failed to go off. Was the powder wet? With a roar of fury, Becky was on him. "Get the other three!" she yelled as she rearranged his face. "I've got this one!" Too bewildered to be afraid and exhilarated to be alive, Mark charged the remaining three thugs, who were all backing away in confusion. None of this had gone according to plan, the majority of their fellow bandits were strewn around the room, beaten unconscious by a naked man and a crazy blonde hellion with big tits and a shaved cunt. "C'est des conneries!" she raged as she beat the man around the room, showing no mercy. "I came to the Sun King's France to drink wine, have a good time and get laid! And you fuckers just had to try and rob me, didn't you? All sorts of peasants to pick on, but no! You thought you'd get lucky with two strangers! Well va te faire enculer, pal!" Mark lost track of the whirlwind of violence his teacher had become while he ducked the swipe of a knife and then kicked the leg out from under a thug, dislocating his knee and dropping him. He whirled around and got lucky with the cudgel, cracking it across the jaw of another man, who spun like a top and fell to the ground. He was beginning to notice that he was taller than just about all these men, often by a significant margin. Some were barely taller than Becky. Had nutrition really been that bad in this era? The last one got desperate and lunged at him, but Mark twisted and used his foe's momentum to send him sailing past and smashing into the window. The unconscious man slumped halfway through the shutter and the sounds of commotion in the street below reached him. He shouldn't have been surprised that they were causing a stir. He looked around the room to see if any other foes were standing, but saw only sprawled bodies everywhere, some stirring slightly. The only other sound was that of a face being punched. He looked over to see Becky squatting on the scarred man's chest, grappling into his collar and socking him repeatedly in the mouth while swearing in French. "Nique ta mere!" thump! "Oh, you really pissed me off!" she growled as she huiled the man up by the shirt and dragged him stumbling over to the tub, where she pushed his head under the water. He thrashed about in a panic before she let him back up, gasping for air. "You like that?" she shouted, thumping his head off the side of the tub several times for emphasis. "Ya' think it's funny to barge into a girl's room when she's about to get her rocks off? Is that it?" She shoved his head back underwater again, waiting until he was thrashing around in terror again before pulling him back out and dragging him over to the bed. She threw him against it so that he was kneeling, supported by the straw-stuffed mattress as he swooned. "Hold him down, Mark;” she growled. Unsure of what to do aside from comply, Mark got on the bed and pinned the man's arms against the mattress, putting all his weight on them to keep him in place. He watched in growing confusion as Becky knelt behind the man and yanked his breeches down, exposing his pock-marked behind. She found his flintlock pistol and glared at it for a moment before fiddling with the mechanism, cocking it. The man's eye flared wide and he howled in pain and horror as she pushed the barrel inside his ass. "Alright, buttercup," she said with a sweetness that oozed cruelty. "You're going to explain who told you to come and rob us. And if you don't, I pull the trigger and put your brains on the ceiling." Mark warily shuffled aside on the bed, away from the top of the man's skull. "Do you understand me?" Becky asked quietly, giving the pistol a jiggle. "Probably not," Mark said, trying to sound conciliatory. "You're speaking English again." Becky realized he was right and swore under her breath. Rather than say it all again in French, she decided to just get to the point. She pressed the pistol in an inch further, ignoring the resistance she encountered. "Dites-mois qui vous a envoye," she growled. "Tell me or I blow an asshole in the top of your head." "Henri!" the scar-faced man gasped and whimpered. "He told us you would be here and you have much money!" "Oh, did he now?" Becky growled, forgetting to speak French as she glared at the bandit. "I am going to eat that man's children;” She roughly grabbed the man and spun him around to face her, without removing the pistol muzzle from his ass. His face was pale with fright and artfully rearranged by her fist. He was still leaning back against the bed, not daring to move, breathing heavily. "Maintenant," Becky began, still glowering at him. "You're going to tell me where to' She paused as she looked down at the man's crotch and saw that he was sporting a throbbing erection. "Are you fucking kidding me?" she shouted angrily, yanking the pistol out of his ass and then slamming the grip across his head with a loud crack! The bandit's eyes rolled into his head and he slumped to the ground, very unconscious. "Huh," Mark said as he glanced down at the prone villain. "I guess guys really can get erections from that sort of thing. I thought it was bullshit." "It ought to be, under these circumstances," Becky groused, folding her arms and looking pissed off. "You don't spring wood when a girl's got a gun shoved up your ass, especially after you try to rob her! I don't feel the least bit bad about not giving him a reach-around. Fucker;” "Would you really have pulled the trigger and blown his brains out?" he asked somewhat nervously. "Oh, of course, not," she snorted, giving him a wry look. "I'm not a monster." "You sure fight like one." Mark said, using his hand to indicate the carnage around the room. Bad guys were strewn everywhere, and he was pretty sure he couldn't claim most of them. "Well, they had it coming," she sniffed. "They interrupted my orgasm. It's just rude." She then turned and looked at him, her expression much softer. "Thank you, Mark, for all your help. You saved me, I couldn't have done it on my own." "Yeah, well, you wouldn't have been in danger if I hadn't brought you here in that damn time machine." Mark said, a feeling of guilt washing over him. She knelt next to him on the bed and hugged him close, their bodies pressing together. She smiled at him and kissed his nose. "Don't be sad," she cooed. "I haven't had this much adventure in ages." Mark smirked. "If you've got romps in your past that compare to this, I wanna hear about them." "Oh, you'll need to do a lot more fucking to coax those out of me, young man," she whispered, reaching down between them to take gentle hold of his cock and begin stroking. "But maybe I won't make it too difficult for; Mark, it's very rude to stare off into space while a girl is trying to seduce you. Mark?" "I'm not staring off into space, Becks." Mark said, staring past her shoulder. "Oh, really?" she asked, putting her hands on her hips and looking annoyed, still kneeling in front of him. "Then what is so fascinating that even my tits can't distract you?" He indicated a direction behind her with a nod. "Voyeurs." Becky turned her head slowly and looked across the room at the door. Her eyes narrowed as she noticed several dark shapes in the hallway, gazing into the room in astonishment. With a sigh, she got off the bed, grabbed a candle that hadn't been destroyed and walked over to the door, clearly beyond caring that she was still naked. She could see men and women now, backing up uncertainly at her approach. She also spied one particular silhouette, large and with a big beard, lurking near the back and trying to not be seen. "Oh no you don't, pal," she called out, snapping her fingers and then pointing at the man before making a beckoning motion. "Get your sorry ass over here;” Henri, the peasant girls, and hospitality. Mark sighed in pleasure and took another drink from the jug of wine he was holding, trying to not spill any. He pulled his lips away and looked down his body. He was sitting in a large, plush bed, blissfully naked. Between his legs, a local girl with dark brown hair girl was bobbing her mouth up and down on his cock ardently, clearly interested in pleasing him. "This one's the innkeeper's daughter?" he mused, enjoying her mouth. She paused sucking on him for a moment to look up and smile eagerly before returning to her task. "She loves cock for sure." "She's one of his daughters," Becky agreed, propped up beside him, equally naked and holding the head of a girl who was lying between her legs, her face buried in the blonde's cunt, which she was licking hungrily. "This is the other one." "You frightened him so badly that he's letting us fuck his daughters?" Mark laughed. "He's given us his personal quarters, given us all the food and drink we want and we can fuck his daughters?" "What can I say, I'm persuasive." Becky grunted, shivering and grinding herself into the face of the daughter. "He'll let us stay for the week, he doesn't want word getting around that a noble had a fiasco in his inn. He'd probably give us his wife, too, if I demanded it. We're too close to Paris and word would get around and wreck his business." "If trashing that room and leaving bandits everywhere doesn't, nothing would." Mark breathed, holding the girl by the hair. "Seriously, it looks like Metallica stayed in that room now. What'll we do about that Henri asshole?" "I'll think of it later, I'm a little busy." Becky hissed, squirming and knotting her fingers in the peasant girl's hair. "Uh, it's been so long, since a girl ate me." "You had a sexy phase? I didn't know you liked girls." Mark said, smirking at her. "Back in high school, maybe," Becky admitted. "Haven't been with one since then." "But I do have a question," he said, focusing past the daughter's wicked mouth. "In all the hassle and afterward, I never asked the innkeeper how old his daughters were." "So?" Becky gasped, eyes squeezed shut and bucking her hips. "Well, what if they're not eighteen? You said yourself that we have to hold ourselves to the standards of the time we come from, right?" "You're thinking of that now?" she groaned through clenched teeth. "I; fuck; Mark, it's 1640 right now. That means these girls can't be any less than three hundred and ninety-two in our time. Good enough?" "Good enough!" he laughed. Rationalization seemed to be a handy skill when you were time travelling. He looked over and saw Becky pull the girl away from her crotch and rustle over to him. He stayed still while she straddled his lap, facing down his body. With one hand, she took hold of his cock and held it steady while she positioned herself above it. The two sisters, every bit as naked as them, nestled on the bed below his legs, pressing against one another's sides. They grinned at one another and kissed, their tongues tangling as they waited for Becky to continue. With a sigh, his teacher lowered herself onto his cock, the mushroom head splitting her wet lips before sliding inside her. She sunk down with a groan until he was in to the hilt. She then slowly laid herself back against him, allowing Mark fondle her tits while she squirmed and writhed on him. The sisters moved in and began licking at his cock or kissing her cunt lips and clit while the two guests fucked. "Oh, Heaven;” Becky purred as she caressed his cheek, turning her head to kiss him, their tongues slithering around while she undulated slowly on his lap. "This is what time travel's all about;” Mark held her with one hand, fondling her tits and pinching her nipples while his other hand found the wine jug and poised it just over her torso. She hummed in pleasure as he trickled the dark red liquid over her fair skin, letting it cascade down her exquisite form. One of the sisters noticed and knelt up, beginning to lick it off Becky's tits and stomach while the other noisily slurped it from the Mark's cock and Becky's cunt. "God, forget the Sun King's France, we belong in Caligula's Rome," Becky moaned, shivering in delight at how decadent they were being. "We'll need to; hmm; we'll need to find time to attend an orgy, Mark; how's your Latin?" "Not as good as yours, I imagine," he replied, his tongue still swirling around with hers while they fucked. "But I'd be happy to learn it if we can attend a real orgy." He put the jug of wine aside and used both hands to molest her again, squeezing her tits and gripping her skin. Becky writhed and him, pressing down with her hips, shuddering as the two sisters licked her and nipped at her skin. She begged the universe n

Episode 488: I will discuss my memories of The Wonder Woman TV Series that debuted 50 years ago, and I will read a menu from Matty's Wayside Inn in Glenview, IL.

Episode 488: I will discuss my memories of The Wonder Woman TV Series that debuted 50 years ago, and I will read a menu from Matty's Wayside Inn in Glenview, IL.

Text us your movie thoughts! 182:On this week's show we continue our autumn series -- MOVIES ABOUT MOVIES.This week: Goodbye, Dragon Inn (2003)Next episode: Camera Buff (1979) | Movies about MoviesSocials:Cristian on Twitter: @isoCristianCristian on Letterboxd: isoCristianHugo on twitter: @Hugo_PinaiHugo on Letterboxd: Hugo_PHelpful Links Large Popcorn linktree Large Popcorn on Twitter: @ LargePopcornPod Dial-in to the show via SpeakPipe! Keep up with all the films we watch on every show at my letterboxd profile Check out our merch on bonfire!

Lindsay is joined by author D. Paul Fleming to discuss his book, “Mystery's at the Windham Inn: The Feral Feline,” which was released October 1, 2025. On a bitterly cold December morning nearly 280 years ago, a young woman named Elizabeth was executed…twice! With the governor's pardon in hand, her father was within musket shot when the noose finally stopped twitching. Ms. Elizabeth's last breath swept across the hills and hollows, as though the trees themselves carried her immortal curse through every limb, root, and fallen leaf. Her father, frozen by his failure, fell from his horse and swore an unholy promise to avenge his daughter's persecution.  Make no mistake: Ms. Elizabeth's execution was not her end. Not by a long shot. Revenge, karma, reincarnation—and the timeless war between good and evil—are all at play in Windham County's most infamous property. Dark spirits and vengeful forces battle for dominance, seeking to claim the souls that once lived within the brick walls of this historical landmark. Though tales and mystery's often drift into myth, Ms. Elizabeth's story has never truly faded. For centuries, she's been seen walking the family farms, drifting through cornfields, lingering by the roadside, peering through windows—haunting the descendants of those who robbed her of life, justice, and land. Land that now lies beneath a building known as The Windham Inn. Become a member on Buy Me A Coffee for as little as $1/month to support the show.  You can write to us at: Ye Olde Crime Podcast, PO Box 341, Wyoming, MN 55092. Join the conversation over at the Cultiv8 Discord and join the Olde Crimers Cubby to chat with us and other listeners of the show. Leave us a rating and review on Apple Podcasts, Podchaser, Spotify, Podcast Addict, Audible, or Goodpods! Don't forget to follow us on Twitter, Instagram, Threads, Facebook, TikTok, and YouTube. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Paulo Villabona told the SUN-TIMES that "It's been a longtime dream" of his to own a restaurant. When the popular Gale Street Inn closed in June due to staffing issues, Villabona bought the restaurant in Jefferson Park. The sale included the recipe for Gale Street's beloved baby back ribs. Villabona says he plans to reopen the restaurant with those ribs on the menu at 49-14 North Milwaukee Avenue in December.

Shamus Toomey, Editor in Chief and co-founder of Block Club Chicago, joins Bob Sirott to share the latest Chicago neighborhood stories. Shamus has details on: Gale Street Inn Being Revived By New Owners After Abrupt Closure — And The Ribs Will Be Back: A Jefferson Park resident is taking over the 62-year-old restaurant. He plans on […]

Paulo Villabona told the SUN-TIMES that "It's been a longtime dream" of his to own a restaurant. When the popular Gale Street Inn closed in June due to staffing issues, Villabona bought the restaurant in Jefferson Park. The sale included the recipe for Gale Street's beloved baby back ribs. Villabona says he plans to reopen the restaurant with those ribs on the menu at 49-14 North Milwaukee Avenue in December.

Paulo Villabona told the SUN-TIMES that "It's been a longtime dream" of his to own a restaurant. When the popular Gale Street Inn closed in June due to staffing issues, Villabona bought the restaurant in Jefferson Park. The sale included the recipe for Gale Street's beloved baby back ribs. Villabona says he plans to reopen the restaurant with those ribs on the menu at 49-14 North Milwaukee Avenue in December.

What better way to honor and enjoy all the holidays of a year than to toast each one with a fabulous new cocktail - mocktail?"Extremely Happy Holidays: Wildly Creative New Cocktails to Uplift and Enchant Through A Full Year Of Holiday Chaos" is a new book by Devin McEwan features art by (his mother) Sandra Boynton.Joe Donahue will be in conversation with McEwan and Boynton in a special Oblong Books and WAMC On the Road at The White Hart Inn in Salisbury, CT on November 12 at 6:30 p.m.

For a brief moment Aurora glimpsed a moment from her past. The scene viewed through unfamiliar eyes. But the figure unmistakable for one who may be able to help her recover her lost memories. But her time to process this knowledge is cut short as Sir Prescot is apprehended by the Barons guards. What she uncovers during this pursuit will challenge her perceptions and lead her further into a mysterious world. The path to recovering her memories seeming to grow longer and further out of reach each day.A Tale of Remembrance serves as an integral mini-series within the Sword Art Online: AOD campaign, unveiling the enigmatic backstory of a pivotal character. It stands as a compelling prelude to the events of season 4.Contact Us:Email: info@missingrollplayerfound.comFollow Us:Website: https://missingrollplayerfound.com/Linktree: https://linktr.ee/rollfoundSupport Us: Please consider contributing to the production of the podcast.Patreon: https://patreon.com/missingrollplayerfoundDice Envy (affiliate): https://diceenvy.com/?rfsn=2188188.53cb38Battlebards (affiliate): https://battlebards.com/#/register/mrpfpodMusic Attribution: Alexander Nakarada (Wild West Vikings, Tavern Loop, The Vikings)Licensed under Creative Commons BY Attribution 4.0 LicenseDark Fantasy Studio (A Band in the Inn, Dark Echoes)Link: http://darkfantasystudio.com/Michael Ghelfi (Fire Temple, Herbalist's Shop, Crowded Tavern, Medieval Festival)Link: https://www.youtube.com/user/MichaelGhelfiMonument Studios (Astral Observatory, Hybrid Ambience)Link: https://www.monumentstudios.net/Music D20 (The Merriweather Estate)Link: https://www.patreon.com/musicd20Other Music and Sounds by Syrinscape Link: https://syrinscape.com/?att_missing_roll_player_found Because Epic Games Need Epic Sounds If you need music in your games check out our friends over at BattleBards. They provide the most premium audio library with over 3,400+ tracks including Musical Scores, Sound Effects, Soundscapes, and more! Support this podcast at — https://redcircle.com/missing-roll-player-found2852/donations

The I Love CVille Show headlines: Election Day Today In CVille, AlbCo, Central VA Upside/Downside: RT29 Holiday Inn Converting To 191 Apts Fake Threat Terrifies UVA Into 2 Hour Lockdown Youngkin Praises UVA-DOJ Agreement As Fair Deal 303 Alderman Rd Now Pending (Brownstones Location) Vision BBQ Struggling With Doubled Cost Of Beef Ryan Odom Gets 1st Win, Chance Mallory Shines Wake Forest (5-3) at UVA (-6.5), 7 PM, SAT, ESPN If You Need CVille Office Space, Contact Jerry Miller The I Love CVille Show airs live Monday – Friday from 12:30 pm – 1:30 pm on The I Love CVille Network. Watch and listen to The I Love CVille Show on Facebook, Instagram, Twitter, LinkedIn, iTunes, Apple Podcast, YouTube, Spotify, Fountain, Amazon Music, Audible, Rumble and iLoveCVille.com.

London Calling gets ambushed by events – from Dick Cheney's death to a hawk called Breeze patrolling Lincoln's Inn. A day of coincidences, literary echoes and London surprises, wrapped up with Francis Beaumont's poem On the Tombs in Westminster Abbey. Proof, if ever you needed it, that London never stops writing the script.

A lunch and information session for people with Parkinson's in County Clare will take place this coming weekend. The event will be held on Sunday, the 9th of November at the Inn at Dromoland from 1pm. It is being organised by the Midwest branch of Parkinson's Ireland. On the line to chat more about this on Tuesday's Morning Focus with Alan Morrissey was Una Anderson Ryan, PRO Parkinson's Midwest. Photo (c) by pixelshot via Canva

 More of the funniest reviews on the internet! We read reviews for a 600 year old castle, in the UK, where people seem to be very angry at the lack of modern amenities, among other things. A side of the road Florida bar & grill, specializing in "gator bites" & rudeness to non locals. A motel that seems to take great pride in not having what you need & much more!!   Join comedians James Pietragallo & Jimmie Whisman as they explore the most opinionated part of the internet: The Reviews Section!   Subscribe, and we will see you every Monday with Your Stupid Opinions!! Dont forget to rate & review!!   Go to shutupandgivememurder.com for merch & more Check out James & Jimmie's other podcasts, Small Town Murder & Crime In Sports on Apple Podcasts, Spotify, or wherever you listen to podcasts!!

Sincerity, Transience, and the Domestic Focus of Berthe Morisot's Art. Sebastian Smee discusses how the Impressionists' defining characteristic was plein air painting—painting outside directly in front of the subject. Berthe Morisot was highly innovative, concentrating on women at home doing ordinary, domestic activities. Her work was quick, often using only a few brushstrokes, conveying the impression of a moment glimpsed. Morisot was one of the most radical Impressionists in her style, frequently leaving large parts of the canvas bare to emphasize the feeling of something "quickly caught as if on the fly." Smee identifies her as a "real poet" of fugitive effects and threshold states, often painting adolescent girls at the "cusp of adulthood." Her acute awareness of life's transience and fragility was evident in her style.

Welcome to the Fore Golfers Network/Michigan Golf Live Podcast Ep 502 - Mackinac Island's Hidden Gems: Wawashkamo Golf Club and  The Inn at Stonecliffe Our Travel Series continues with a special journey to a truly magical place - Mackinac Island, MI. This special destination features a pair of most unique destinations where history runs very deep through the fabric and guest experiences.  Join us for a tee time on the 2nd oldest continuously operating golf club in Michigan - Wawashkamo Golf Club and then stay a couple nights with us at the spectacular Inn At Stonecliffe. KEY LINKS: Wawashkamo Golf Club Inn at Stonecliffe Voice of Mackinac Island Podcast Series WATCH THE VIDEO FEATURE ---------------- Subscribe to the FGN Podcast Watch FGN videos on YouTube Check out our other sports pod: Church Pew Sports TEXT or CALL (989) 272-2383 to share your thoughts, comments, suggestions, and questions        

Þrátt fyrir að í vopnahléssamkomulaginu sé kveðið á um óhindrað streymi lífsnauðsynlegra hjálpargagna inn á Gaza, þar á meðal grundvallarnæringar fyrir börn sem soltið hafa heilu hungri mánuðum saman, þá er raunveruleikinn annar, segir Birna Þórarinsdóttir framkvæmdastjóri Unicef á Íslandi sem er nýkomin frá Palestínu. Um 100 starfsmenn hjá fimm stærstu sveitarfélögum á höfuðborgarsvæðinu hafa verið áminntir fyrir brot í starfi og 20 hefur verið sagt upp að undangenginni áminningu. frá 2022. Nær 18.000 starfa hjá sveitarfélögunum. Undanfarna mánuði hafa á sjöunda tug manna fallið í árásum bandaríska hersins á báta í Karíba- og Kyrrahafi undan ströndum Mexikó, síðast þrír um helgina. Hernaðarviðbúnaður Bandaríkjanna í og við Karíbahaf hefur stóraukist undanfarna mánuði og hefur aldrei verið meiri, Bandaríkjaforseti talar um stríð við eiturlyfjasmyglara en greinendur telja margir að olía sé rótin.

Prepare for deep, restorative sleep with Rainy Evening at the Cotswolds Stone inn, a calm bedtime story for grown-ups, narrated by a soothing female voice and set to continuous rain sounds. Escape to the cozy, historic English countryside of Chipping Campden, where you find sanctuary from an autumn storm inside a charming stone inn. Drift off to the rhythm of a crackling fire and falling rain, leaving behind worry and insomnia. It's time to dream away.Mentions: History, Rain, Food, NostalgiaOriginal Script, Narration, Sound Design, Sleep Music, & Production by Michelle Hotaling, Dreamaway Visions LLC 2025 All Rights ReservedYOUTUBE: ⁠https://www.youtube.com/michellessanctuary/⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠INSTAGRAM: ⁠https://instagram.com/michellessanctuary/⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠FACEBOOK:⁠https://www.facebook.com/michellessanctuary/⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Email Michelle: ⁠michellessanctuary@gmail.com⁠If you would like to support this channel:⁠https://www.buymeacoffee.com/michsanctuary⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://www.paypal.me/michellessanctuary⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://www.venmo.com/michellehotaling⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Check out my new podcast, Meditation Tides, for guided meditations and let the tides of your breath bring the tranquility you deserve. ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/meditationtides/⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Michelle's Sanctuary is a place where you may enjoy high quality relaxing stories for sleep and guided sleep meditations completely FREE with a focus on mental vacations, sleep hypnosis, manifestations, and using your imagination to enjoy relaxing adventures before bedtime. Grown-ups deserve bedtime stories too!Having firsthand experience with anxiety, insomnia, and a strong desire to connect with my higher self and live my best life, I have tailored these recordings in ways that I have personally found helpful. This channel is not a replacement for consultations with a doctor or medical professional but can help you find more balance and a healing night's sleep. I always welcome comments, feedback & suggestions.

Welcome back to Oddities the podcast where no topic is too *~*StRaNgE*~*!  We're spending the night at the Blackburn Inn, where the sheets are crisp, the drinks are strong, and the ghosts are plenty! Next we'll investigate whether this three-legged apparition is a misunderstood soul or just the result of too many cocktails. Either way she is an interesting one and we love to see it.Support the showFollow along on social media:FacebookInstagramWebsiteEmail: Oddities.talk@gmail.comHuge shout out to Kyle Head for our awesome new intro! Check out his amazing Music! Thank you Mana Peach for our adorable prattling cows! Check out her designs!Check out Lindsey Bidwell's designs (merch and new logo!)Check out the Moose Cottage! Check out our merch!

John Murray, Ian Dennis & Ali Bruce-Ball talk football, travel & language. They look ahead to the Premier League weekend and tell the stories behind the commentaries. Who will lift themselves off the bottom of the table in Clash of the Commentators? Suggestions welcome for our Great Glossary of Football Commentary and unintended pub names from football commentary - WhatsApp voicenotes to 08000 289 369 & emails to TCV@bbc.co.uk00:45 Liverpool lose again 03:15 Ian & John get commentator-spotted! 07:25 5 Live commentaries this weekend 11:35 John on his first visit to Everton's new stadium 15:40 FA Cup first round weekend 19:20 More unintended pub names 26:35 Clash of the Commentators 33:35 How to mention the unmentionables 35:55 Great Glossary of Football Commentary 47:20 Commentators ‘missing a sitter'5 Live / BBC Sounds Premier League commentaries: Sat 1500 Nottingham Forest v Man Utd, Sat 1500 Burnley v Arsenal on Sports Extra, Sat 1730 Tottenham v Chelsea, Sun 1400 West Ham v Newcastle, Sun 1630 Man City v Bournemouth.

With the thinning of the veil comes our annual autumnal offering! Just when you thought you were safe from repulsive repasts, pilfered plates, and things that slither in the night- Hobbitween 6 has arrived! Join Theo Fleetfoot, Ozzie Oiolaire, Finellen Frostbeard, Iadar Listbalarion, Pumpkins Proudfoot, and our fearless Lore Master for another terrifying trip to Middle-earth. Happy Hobbitween!  CitationsThe One Ring role playing game by Free League: https://freeleaguepublishing.com/en/games/the-one-ring/Thank you to our cast:Lore Master: James Kaku Pierson, Bsky @james.athrabeth.comTheo Fleetfoot: Max JiménezOzzie Oiolaire: Zeke Pease, Instagram @ezpease & @greenvillearms Finellen Frostbeard: James Keen, Instagram @james.squatchIadar Listbalarion: Jude Vais, Bsky jude.athrabeth.com Pumpkins Proudfoot: Stef Midlock, Bsky @stef.athrabeth.com & Instagram @thenorthfourTitle music is “Lord of the Devil Rings” by Ponymusic, courtesy of Pond5Soundscapes provided by Tabletop Audio, https://tabletopaudio.comFeatured tracks courtesy of Epidemic Sound:Amber Glow - Waves of TImeBen Elson - Cosmic CountdownBonnie Grace - Only the BraveChristoffer Moe Ditlevsen - TrackerDream Cave - Question MarkFirst Timer - Will You Marry Me (Baby, It's Christmas)Grevens Tid - Cry of the BansheeHampus Naeselius - OverrideHampus Naeselius - ReplicantsHoward Harper-Barnes - Mysterious ForestJonathan Bondesson - Spanish HeatJules Gaia - Hot PursuitsLennon Hutton - The SlasherLupus Nocte - ManiamasterMattie Maguire - Racing HeartsMax Anson - ConclusionRachel Sandy - Machina SoldierRachel Sandy - Shadow of MortusRobert “Robi” Svard - FormenteraRoy Williams - More of the SameScoobadive - Granny DanceViktor Lundberg - Nordic Mountain ReelAdditional Music and sound effects licensed from soundstripe, https://www.soundstripe.com  Support Zeke and check out The Greenville Arms 1889 Inn! https://www.greenvillearms.comFind us on the web at https://www.athrabethnetwork.com/athrabethJoin the conversation on the Athrabeth discord!Athrabeth is a production of the Athrabeth Podcast NetworkAthrabeth is Produced by James Kaku Pierson

We have a big roundup fo new things opening up around Detroit! Jer and Norris get into the latest developments: 01:18 - There are new owners for the Inn on Ferry Street, meaning new amenities and upgrades 04:06 - Ralph C. Wilson Centennial Park opened, reactions from visiting 07:07 - Marrow in the Market opening November 13th 09:10 - Arthur Murray apartments rehab on East Warren 10:45 - Two new businesses opening in the Viillages - Washed Up Coffee (plus Gold and Grit studio) 13:15 - Pingree Detroit opening storefront downtown 14:22 - Frita Batidos expanding to Brooklyn and tips on Metropolitan parking if you're shopping downtown Feedback as always - dailydetroit -at- gmail -dot- com or leave a voicemail 313-789-3211. Follow Daily Detroit on Apple Podcasts: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/daily-detroit/id1220563942 Or sign up for our newsletter: https://www.dailydetroit.com/newsletter/

Our story tonight is called Chef and the Ghost Light, and it's a story in which, fine, I'll admit, something happens. The jig is up. It's even a little spooky friends. So if that isn't your cup of sleepy-time tea, please skip this episode and dive into one of the hundreds of others I've written for you. We'll return to your regular programming next week. This is a story about Halloween Night at the Inn, as party guests dance and cavort. It's also about lightning over the lake, whirring in the walls, a piece of Village lore rediscovered, and a lone light shining in the darkness. Subscribe to our ⁠Premium channel⁠. The first month is on us.

Our 3 brave and wise heroes ask a LOT of questions. Sometimes they don't even wait for answers! Can you believe there is a lot they don't understand?! WE CAN'T! https://linktr.ee/AlmostDnD   Our Sponsors:   https://canadiandice.ca Enter "almostdnd" for 15% off!   https://www.chaoticstudios.ca/ Enter "almostdnd" for 15% off!   https://manyworldstavern.com/ALMOSTDND 10% off!   https://mistymountaingaming.com/ALMOSTDANDD10 10% off!   https://fantasy-scents.com/ALMOSTDND 10% off candles!   https://easyrollerdice.com/ Enter "almostdnd" for 20% off!   https://www.etsy.com/shop/Betzbitzbox Enter "almostdnd: for 10% off!   The Theme Song is: The Red Dragon's Inn by Derek and Brandon Fiechter https://dbfiechter.bandcamp.com/   The background and ambient sounds are provided by: Michael Ghelfi Studios https://michaelghelfi.com/

This is a Grave Talks CLASSIC EPISODE! When Chuck and Joy Hanson set out to buy a quiet country property in Iowa, they never expected to end up as innkeepers to the dead. What they found instead was the Mason House Inn — a historic riverfront hotel built in 1846 for weary steamboat travelers, and one of the most haunted places in the Midwest. From the moment they moved in, the Hansons realized their new home came with some long-term guests — including an elderly woman's ghost who greeted them soon after arrival. But she wasn't alone. Over the years, they've encountered hundreds of spirits, from mischievous children to Civil War soldiers to travelers who simply never checked out. In this spine-tingling episode of The Grave Talks, Chuck and Joy share what it's like to live, work, and sleep among the dead, and how they've come to see their spectral housemates not as intruders, but as part of the family. Get more information at their website, themasonhouseinn.com, or search for them on Facebook. #TheGraveTalks #MasonHouseInn #HauntedIowa #HauntedHotel #TrueGhostStories #RealHauntings #HauntedHistory #ParanormalPodcast #HauntedBedAndBreakfast #Ghosts #GhostStories #Paranormal Love real ghost stories? Don't just listen—join us on YouTube and be part of the largest community of real paranormal encounters anywhere. Subscribe now and never miss a chilling new story:

This is a Grave Talks CLASSIC EPISODE! When Chuck and Joy Hanson set out to buy a quiet country property in Iowa, they never expected to end up as innkeepers to the dead. What they found instead was the Mason House Inn — a historic riverfront hotel built in 1846 for weary steamboat travelers, and one of the most haunted places in the Midwest. From the moment they moved in, the Hansons realized their new home came with some long-term guests — including an elderly woman's ghost who greeted them soon after arrival. But she wasn't alone. Over the years, they've encountered hundreds of spirits, from mischievous children to Civil War soldiers to travelers who simply never checked out. In this spine-tingling episode of The Grave Talks, Chuck and Joy share what it's like to live, work, and sleep among the dead, and how they've come to see their spectral housemates not as intruders, but as part of the family. This is Part Two of our conversation. Get more information at their website, themasonhouseinn.com, or search for them on Facebook. #TheGraveTalks #MasonHouseInn #HauntedIowa #HauntedHotel #TrueGhostStories #RealHauntings #HauntedHistory #ParanormalPodcast #HauntedBedAndBreakfast #Ghosts #GhostStories #Paranormal Love real ghost stories? Don't just listen—join us on YouTube and be part of the largest community of real paranormal encounters anywhere. Subscribe now and never miss a chilling new story:

Fall asleep to a Scooby-Doo style mystery in which a traveler tests the haunted legend of Buckstown Inn and follows a ghost toward a promised treasure, only to expose a very human trick. So snuggle up in your blankets and have sweet dreams. The music in this episode is Two Three on E by Franz Gordon. Text a Story Suggestion (or just say hi!)Need more Dreamful? For more info about the show, episodes, and ways to support; check out our website www.dreamfulstories.com Subscribe on Buzzsprout to get bonus episodes in the regular feed & a shout-out in an upcoming episode! Subscribe on Apple Podcasts for bonus episodes at apple.co/dreamful To get bonus episodes synced to your Spotify app & a shout-out in an upcoming episode, subscribe to dreamful.supercast.com You can also support us with ratings, kind words, & sharing this podcast with loved ones. Find us on Facebook at facebook.com/dreamfulpodcast & Instagram @dreamfulpodcast! Dreamful is produced and hosted by Jordan Blair. Edited by Katie Sokolovska. Theme song by Joshua Snodgrass. Cover art by Jordan Blair. ©️ Dreamful LLC