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LaLiga picks show previewing the matchday 35 games.The biggest Clasico of the season is here! Fresh off a grueling elimination at the hands of Inter, Barcelona will try and recompose and put an end to the title race at the Bernabeu. Invigorated by their rival's fall from grace, Real Madrid knows the only way to redeem the season and give their record-breaking manager, Carlo Ancelotti a proper goodbye is by defeating Barca and getting serious about winning LaLiga. Besides the biggest game in the world, other transcendent games in relegation and UCL battles on matchday 35 include: Las Palmas vs Rayo, Girona vs Villarreal, Leganes vs Espanyol, Athletic vs Alaves and Betis vs Osasuna. Join our BetUSTV host, Gordon “Flash” Watson, who'll be joined by our soccer experts Paco Polit and Pavlos Laguretos to discuss the best LaLiga odds available, and to share with you their hottest soccer predictions, free tips, and best soccer picks for this Matchday 35.Join this channel to get access to perks:   / @soccerpicksandpredictions  #LaLigapicks #BetUSTV #Sportsbetting In this video:LaLiga Matchday 35 Preview 0:00Valencia vs Getafe Match Prediction 6:21Celta Vigo vs Sevilla Match Prediction 17:09Girona vs Villarreal Match Prediction 24:00Atletico vs Sociedad Match Prediction 32:28Barcelona vs Real Madrid Match Prediction LaLiga Q&A 38:59LaLiga Betting Record 49:15LaLiga Best Bets 49:30

This week's episode is a special one - Paul & Megan are joined by four ESPC solicitor estate agent member firms to discuss the current property market. From the properties that are in high demand to the best places for first-time buyer as well as the current climate for landlords and the issue with conveyancing - they leave no stone unturned. If you enjoyed this episode, please leave us a comment below and remember to subscribe to our channel.  Skip to the part that's relevant to you:0:00-1:08 Introductions1:08-3:47 Have there been any surprises in the recent property market?3:47-5:28 One word to describe the property market right now5:28-8:20 What properties are in high demand?8:20-11:20 Sales volumes are high, but closing dates are getting rarer11:20-15:18 Managing sellers expectations 15:18-15:30 Are properties selling for over Home Report valuation?15:30-17:30 Hotspots for properties right now17:30-22:03 Biggest concerns for first-time buyers22:03-23:08 First-time buyer friendly areas in Edinburgh23:08-25:44 Are we seeing landlords return to the market?25:44-29:09 Best places to invest £250k in a property29:09-33:10 One change that's needed in the property market33:10-36:21 Predictions for the rest of 2025's property marketGot a question for us? Send us a text message! Enjoy the episode? We'd love to hear from you! Send your questions and comments to us directly on marketing@espc.com or via our social media channels. You can also help other people find us by sharing the episode or leaving us a review and rating from wherever you're listening!To find out more about ESPC and our solicitor estate agent member firms, you can head to our website.You can read our most recent house reports here: http://bit.ly/3CQlEQwRead the latest news from the property market in Edinburgh, the Lothians, Fife and the Scottish Borders here: http://bit.ly/3IPOR1TESPC is more than just a market leading property website. We are the home of property and are here to help you at every stage of your property journey.

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

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Every 6 months we transform into, whether it feels like it or not, a different version of ourselves. Life experiences shape us into the people we are for one moment to the next. Shifting perspectives, changing circumstances, and growth are the lifeline to our journey through our everyday. Sometimes, you read through it, think through it, or talk through it. On the eve of sleepless nights... I've written through it. In this episode I'm discussing the creation of the books I've written on Amazon, my website, blog columns, and a day at the beach where igniting that flame of ideas heated up. --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/evelyn-kish/message

Stephanie wants answers By LiminallySpaced. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels. As the get together wound down, I hung back and helped clean up. Denny attempted to do the same, but was finally hustled out of the house by Roberto, who needed a ride home. It was Just Christine and I now, and as we finished tidying up, we sat alone by the shallow end of the pool as the sun got low in the sky. "They're a nice group of kids," I said, kicking my feet in the water, "that Denny guy really has the hots for you, huh?" [[MORE]] She smiled an embarrassed smile and swiped her long hair back behind her ear. "He's harmless. He has the hots for everyone. He and Talia dated for a hot second, but I think she might have been too much bite for his bark." "Yeah, she's something else," I said with a chuckle, "really nice, she cornered me over by the pizza and wouldn't let me leave till we exchanged screen names." Christine laughed, but there was a hesitation to her laugh; a reticence. Had that cold pang of jealousy possibly hit her deep inside like it had me? "So what's going on, Tim, you clearly have something on your mind," she said with a kind timber to her smoky voice. "I did, I do. It's, Stephanie." "The girl from the limo?" she said, shifting her hips as one long leg dangled down in the water. Christine knew Stephanie as my prom date. As "the girl from the limo" ;  the girl she saw passionately sucking my cock that night. "Yeah," I said. I swear I saw her lightly lick her lips. From there, I just vented fully. I told her everything. The whole story, from the first time I heard Stephanie's orgasmic moans to the night in the limo, to my fracture with Tara, to the first time we had sex, all the way through to the events of last night, Christine listened to it all closely and intently. "I'm sorry, that was, a lot," I said timidly once I finished. "No, no, don't apologize," she said as she scooted herself closer to me. She placed her hand on my hand. "This is all really emotionally complex, I totally get how much it's been weighing on you. It sounds to me like you were willing to let Stephanie play some games with you, maybe you even enjoyed it, but once she started affecting other people you cared about it became too much, which is all totally understandable." I felt the soft waves made by her dangling leg against my calf. "It sounds to me like she's a very self conscious person, Tim; she wants to protect herself from getting hurt, but she took it too far. I've always thought honesty was the best option. You need to tell Stephanie how you feel, because right now it's up to her to make it right." "Yeah, I don't know, I'm not really interested in talking to her right now." I said, feeling Christine's thumb stroking the back of my hand. "When you're ready, of course. Just try not to live with regret, whatever you do." "Thanks, Christine, you're a great friend," I said, pulling her hand up to my mouth to kiss it. "My pleasure. You've listened to my struggles enough times, I'm happy to listen to yours for once." Her struggles. I suddenly remembered her struggles. That internal conflict between the godly and the carnal that caused her to break up with her boyfriend in an attempt to stay pure, and led her to the front seat of my car, a spasming cunt, and a mouthful of my cock. "And how is 'your struggle,'" I floated. I felt her wading foot brushing my leg as it glided back and forth in the water. "I'm, losing," she said, looking up at me with an unmistakable look in her eyes: lust. "But I think I've found a new approach." This time there was no missing her tongue sneaking out to moisten her lips. Her loose button down had fallen off one shoulder, giving me a tantalizing peak at her bikini top. "I have desires, needs," she began as she started to run her hand up and down my forearm very suggestively, "I know I can't deny them, but I think I can at least deal with them responsibly, if I have someone responsible who can help me." My cock surged to life. "Are you a responsible person, Tim?" she said as her eyes bore a hole through me. My friend, the pastor's daughter, the churchiest girl I knew, was asking me something very, very sinful. And it was hot as fuck. "Extremely." I croaked out. "There are just certain, rules, we have to abide by, ok?" She said, her breath getting slightly ragged. "Ok, Like what kind of rules?" I said, pulse quickening. "We can't have sex, in fact I can't let you touch my body at all,” she said, dropping her head. My enthusiasm dropped. I wanted nothing but to run my hands all over her gorgeous body, feel how wet she undoubtedly was. Her eyes slowly lifted to meet mine as she finished her statement. “ but everything from the neck up is fair game." My eyebrows shot up as quickly as my cock. "Does that work for you? Are you willing to help me get through the summer?" she said, running her hands over my arm faster, practically jerking it off. "Why me?" I asked dumbly. She was my friend, I knew how difficult this all had been for her, and I didn't want my cock to do the thinking for me here. "Because I trust you," she said in that smoky, erotic voice of hers, "I know you won't cross any line I don't want to cross. I know you'll be, respectful." That last line had enough syrup on it for a whole stack of pancakes. "The neck up is fair game?" I said, hardly believing the offer in front of me. All thoughts of Stephanie were gone from my head as I took in the sight of this wanton, lusty church girl dying for release. Her small bosom rose and fell heavily as she looked me in the eyes and slowly nodded. I decided to put things to the test. My eyes never leaving hers, I slowly reached over with my free hand and softly caressed the curve of her face. Her eyes shut. She exhaled a heavy sigh. I gently ran my thumb over her glistening lips, feeling how soft they were. I felt Christine shake as a chill ran through her. I circled them slowly, as if asking a question. Christine's eyes opened slowly. She looked at me, and as if answering that question, parted her lips and took my entire thumb into her wet mouth with a low moan. Now it was my turn to shudder as a chill ran through my body. Christine's hands slid up and held my wrist steady as she worked my thumb in and out of her mouth slowly. Eyes closed as if in rapture, she lolled my thumb around in her mouth, teasing me with her tongue, savoring every inch that she dragged her lips along. My pulse was racing, my breath was shallow, and my cock was rock hard, desperately fighting to get out of my swim trunks. The light of the low sun behind her framed her in a golden glow, her lovely hair bouncing ever so slightly in the warm summer breeze. Her exposed shoulder rocked forward as she sucked, daring me to touch her perfect skin. Her rigid nipples protruded sharply against the fabric of her bathing suit. Looking at this wanton beauty in front of me, this creature of goodness, haunted by repressed lust, I had had enough. I didn't want to take advantage, but she had rationalized it enough in her own head. This is what she wanted. And she wanted me, trusted me, to be the one to help her. How could I ever refuse? My thumb slipped out of her wet mouth with a slight slurp, I reached my fingers back along her face to the back of her neck, and pulled her gently, but firmly, into a hot kiss. A sigh of relief leapt out of her body excitedly as our lips touched, and almost instantly I felt the warm wriggle of her tongue plunge into my mouth. It was neeful. It was aggressive. I felt her hand grip the inside of my thigh. I groaned in pleasure, and my hand slipped down onto the flat of her upper chest. Christine immediately pulled away from our kiss. "I'm serious, Tim, really, neck up only." She said assertively, but not angrily. "I'm sorry, it was an accident, really," I stammered. She understood my dilemma. This was new to both of us, and there was going to be a bit of an adjustment period. "But I mean, at the same time,” I said, gesturing down to her hand gripping my inner thigh mere inches below my balls. She smiled a coy, sexy smile, and leaned in close enough to whisper "The rules are You can't touch Me below the neck." I felt her hand start to slide up my thigh. "Is that going to be ok with you?" My cock surged at the double standard. The church had taught her well. I slowly slipped my hand up the back of her neck, and lightly grasped a hand full of her long, brown hair right at the root. "So this is ok?" I said, pulling slightly. Christine's mouth hung open as she gasped. "Yes," she said through ragged breath, "very ok." I matched her smile with my own and pulled her back in for another kiss. Our tongues sparred breathlessly again, and her hand slipped closer to my balls. Gripping her hair tighter, I tipped her head back, revealing her long, elegant neck. A devilish smile broke out on her lips with an accompanying gasp. I leaned in and began peppering my lips and tongue all over the soft exposed flesh of her neck. From the hollow above her collar bone up to the tip of her chin, I treated her entire neck the same way I treated Stephanie's cunt, and by the sounds Christine was making, it was having a similar effect. Her hand finally gripped my balls through my trunks. She squeezed. I moaned. I felt her throat shuffle beneath my lips as she swallowed some air in near rapture. Suddenly Christine pushed me back, and in a flash she was on top of me. Straddling my hips, our lips met again, but this time there was a new sensation: pressed tight against my cock, gyrating, grinding, was Christine's hot cunt, covered only by the thin material of bathing suit bottoms and short shorts. My hands still tight in her hair, I tipped her head back again, redoubling my efforts on her neck with my lips and tongue as the preacher's daughter rubbed her cunt against my iron-hard cock. I could tell from the way her hands gripped and grabbed at me that pleasure was shooting through her young body. This was going to be tougher than she thought to play by her rules, I think. This girl clearly wanted to fuck. As if she read my mind, Christine all of a sudden rolled herself off of me, and each sucked in air catching our breath. We chuckled at what was transpiring between us, two friends from church, and I watched as Christine ran a cleansing hand around her face, down her neck, over her breasts, across her flat stomach, and down between her legs before quickly pulling away. It made me a little bit sad to see how quickly she removed her hand from between her legs. Christine was clearly a very sexual girl, but her upbringing and religion made her push that part of her so far down. I wondered if she had ever even masturbated before. Wanting nothing more than to make her feel good now, I leaned back in toward her, but her hand on my chest stopped my advancement. She gently pushed me back to my seated position, legs dangling in the water. Dipping in to kiss me once, that devilish smile returned to the church girl's face, and in one smooth motion she slipped her lithe body into the water of the pool. Being in the shallow end, the water barely came up to the crotch of her pants. As she waded her way over to me, the waves lapped at her ass deliciously. There was a fire in her eyes now of pure want. Running her hands impatiently up my thighs, she grasped onto the waistband of my swim trunks and began to pull. Not wanting to stand in the way of what this girl needed, I lifted my hips and shimmied slightly as Christine removed my pants completely, freeing my hard, straining cock to the warm evening air. Never taking my eyes off my proud, erect cock, Christine pushed my legs apart, and sank to her knees between them. A single step ran along the bottom edge of the pool, and when on her knees, this brought the warm, lapping water right up to the bottom of her small breasts, and put her in perfect cocksucking position. But there was something else as well. Before she even touched me, Christine's eyes closed breathlessly, and a pleasurable grin pulled at her lips. Her hands rubbed up and down my bare thighs, and I watched her shift and gyrate as if searching for the perfect position. When her eyes shot open with a gasp and I felt her nails dig into my thighs I knew she had found it: Christine had positioned herself perfectly so the pulsing spray of the pool jet hit her directly on the clit. Invigorated by the new source of pleasure, her hands closed in on me from either side, and I finally felt Christine's fingers wrap around the length of my dick. Now it was my turn to moan. Her hands played with me gently, stroking my shaft, squeezing my big, full balls, all while the pool jets peppered her cunt with a constant stream of pressurized water. She giggled, she smiled. She shook with small euphoric shocks. My cock still in her hands, she leaned up and kissed me on the lips. Almost like a signal that things were about to really heat up, she pulled away from our kiss, licked her lips wet, dropped her head down and took the tip of my cock into her salivating mouth. I gasped loudly. Holding my shaft and balls firmly, not stroking, not squeezing, Christine suckled at the head of my cock with delight. Pressure built in my tip, flaring it out purple and desperate. Her lips and tongue danced around it like she was desperately trying to save a melting ice cream. The entire universe was in the swollen end of my cock, and Christine made a meal out of it. Wet tongue sliding in circles around it, teasing the underside, closed lips sucking in short bursts like I was her own personal lollipop; it felt amazing. I was squirming with each suckle, with each lash of her tongue, and the building pressure made my tip extremely sensitive. It wasn't going to make me cum, but it was an overwhelming sensation of acute pleasure I had never quite experienced before. As Christine sucked, she let out soft moans and squeals and her hips continued to shift and roll. She was riding that jet stream toward a big orgasm, and for the first time in my life I felt jealousy toward an inanimate object. I wished that jet stream was my tongue, my fingers, my cock. I wanted to taste her cunt, I wanted to feel her spasm around me when she came, but I was respectful. I had to be respectful. The pressure in my cock throbbed. A long, low cry leapt from Christine's throat, and all at once her hands released me. The relief shot through my body in a rush of endorphins, but it was quickly replaced by more mounting pleasure as Christine snaked down lower and the length of my cock plunged into the warm bath of her salivating mouth. Waves of sensation crashed over me as she began to bob her head up and down my shaft, lips sliding smoothly over my slick skin. My cock never fully exited her mouth as she worked, and we became a singular pleasure machine as her steadily bobbing, sucking mouth worked in deliberate time with the thrust of her hips against the jet stream. Her squeaks and moans were getting longer and more desperate. Her hands frantically ran over my body as she lavished wet penetration on my cock. My balls were starting to churn and boil, and I felt that delicious spring starting to coil in my loins. "Fuck, Christine," I practically shouted "Um Hmm" she cried in affirmation and encouragement "fuck!"" "Um Hmm!" I felt her body shake and vibrate, and suddenly her mouth pulled off my cock with a wet pop! Her hands quickly took over, stroking me, frantically gasping for air. "I'm gonna cum!" she cried, lost in the sensation of the jet stream between her legs. "Oh, God, I'm gonna cum!" Hearing the pastor's daughter, this paragon of virtue, cry out in wanton lust that she was about to cum while stroking my big, hard cock was the last straw. "Fuck, me too, Christine," I bellowed along with her "I'm gonna fucking cum!" Still lost in her cresting orgasm, she pressed the flaring head of my cock to her cheek as she continued to stroke me. "My face," She gasped, "PLEASE!" Then her orgasm hit her. Hard. She stopped stroking and her whole body froze as waves of pleasure passed over her, but it didn't matter; The image of the pastor's daughter hugging my throbbing cock against her cheek begging me to cover her face in semen was to much to resist, and I erupted in streams of hot, white joy. I cried out in a long moan as the first rope of cum leapt out of my cock, leaving a thick, white ribbon up the side of Christine's flushed cheeks, and into her hair. My cock spasmed hard again, arching a second thick rope across the bridge of her nose and forehead. Christine's mouth hung open in pleasure, but she must have registered what was happening, as her hands began squeezing and stroking again, desperate to pull more cum out of my spasming balls. My body tensed in pleasure again, and two more hot ropes streaked across her cheek and nose in quick succession. As I continued to spurt and pulse, my cum began to slip down Christine's face. Sliding down, a load of it caught the lip of her open mouth, and hung there momentarily, dangling, before Christine's mouth closed around it, and her tongue snuck out to lick her lips clean. Here in the moment, both lost in orgasm and release, there was nothing on our minds but pleasure. I could tell by the way Christine's brow scrunched as she painted her face with my seed that any conflicted thoughts, any worry about the "right" thing to do, any concern about her eternal soul, or the opinions of fellow church goers, or even the opinion of her father, were gone from her mind. I knew this because my mind was in an identical place. Christine and I had taken each other's hand and traveled together to this wonderful place where white hot release was the only priority. Gone were the struggles with Stephanie, the conflict with Tara, the heartbreak with my step mom Kelly. Only our pleasure. Only our cum. Only us. And as quickly as it started, it was over. The white light behind my eyes faded, and suddenly we weren't the center of the universe anymore. Christine continued to slowly and lovingly stroke my cock as we made our descent, and for a moment I felt bad. Freed from the mind-bending need to cum, all the horniness of the moment was gone. Looking down, here was my friend, this lovely young woman just trying to do the right thing, and her beautiful face was covered in my semen. What had I just done? But then a smile formed on Christine's lips. Again, almost as though she could read my mind, she took my softening cock back into her mouth, and looked me straight in the eyes as she gently suckled me. Those eyes. Serious. Purposeful. Smoldering. They told me this is what she wanted. This is what she needed. Suddenly those doubts and worries vanished, and the cum-splattered visage of my angelic friend became nothing but highly erotic. I felt the chemicals boil in my brain; I wanted this too, and I couldn't wait to do it again. Sensing we had an agreement, Christine slowly slipped her lips off me for a final time. She reveled in the mess we had made. A long, slow, satisfied sigh streamed out of her, and she began to giggle. So did I. "Was that respectful enough for you?" I said through a thick chuckle. I could see her cheeks begin to flush red beneath the cum lashed about her face. She swiped her tongue across her lips again, tasting more of my seed and giggled again, nodding her head. We both broke out in a fit of laughter. This had been quite the evening. Then, pushing away from me, Christine waded out into the water of the pool. She shot me one more naughty smile that said "take a last look," and then dunked herself completely. When she reemerged, her hair was slicked back and wet, and all traces of the sin we shared had been washed away. "Good as new," she said with another knowing giggle. I just smiled, took off my shirt, and slipped naked into the warm pool water to join her. I drove home with the warm night breeze pouring in through the open windows of my car. I thought about what we had just experienced. Specifically I thought about the conversation we had afterward. We sat close on the steps of the pool, the water lazily lapping against our half-submerged bodies. "Why do you, like that?" I said kindly, looking over at my beautiful friend. "Why do I like what, oral sex?" She said, clearly dodging the question. "No," I chuckled, "you know what I mean." She smiled that knowing, half-embarassed smile. "Why do I like, cum on my face?" She said in a low, dusky tone. Even after all this it sent a tingle to my balls when this good church girl used naughty words. I nodded "Why, do you think it's something bad?" She said in a syrupy reply. "No, no, not at all," I stammered, making sure to not fuck up my chances for a repeat, "It's just, with everything you Will do, and everything you, won't,” I followed up, diplomatically, “ I'm just a little surprised you're into something so,” I searched for the word. "Dirty?" She volunteered. "Yeah," I responded back softly. Her gaze got distant for a moment, and a soft smile pulled at her lips. "I think," she began, pausing, "I'm just so turned around when it comes to sex, that I think part of me might need something taboo to take the place of going all the way." She shifted closer to me now, and I could feel her hard nipple pressing into my arm. "And I mean, it's exciting. Very rewarding. I'm very task-oriented, and I like the feeling of a job well done." We both laughed "Did you used to do it with Eric?" I inquired, not knowing if she wanted to broach that subject She nodded. "Sometimes. If we hadn't seen each other in a while, or if things were just extra hot and heavy sometimes he'd ask for it." She said, wistfully, "I don't think he even knew how much I enjoyed it though." "You never asked for it?" She shook her head and I asked why. "I was worried it was a slippery slope; that if I let my, desires, become too open that we'd just keep going, and not be able to stop ourselves." "But we can stop ourselves?" I said, practically whispering. "We have rules. Rules that we'll follow." She leaned in close, our cheeks practically touching "Unless you want to put an end to this right now" she breathed. "No," I breathed back, "absolutely not." "Good," she said, and pressed her lips to mine in a passionate kiss. Our tongues pitched and rolled together, and my hand caressed her, from the neck up only. "Fuck, Christine, I'm gonna cum; should I stand up, or,” I looked down at her hand that had been stroking my renewed erection through this whole relaxed conversation, the erection whose thick head reached out an inch or so from the water. I made a motion to get into position, if she wanted me to spurt on her face once more, but she stopped me. "No, that's ok, Tim," she said, dipping her head down towards my cock as my body began to tremble, "I want to swallow you this time." I felt those tender lips envelope the head of my cock once more, joining her stroking hands, and I clasped a hand gently onto the back of her neck as my riotous balls gave Christine's sweet mouth exactly what she wanted. "Could we stop ourselves?" I thought as I parked the car in my usual spot at home. I think that we could. We were becoming extremely intimate extremely fast, it was true, but ultimately I think we both knew we were just using each other as a means to an end. Not in a bad, untoward way, but in a "two friends helping each other out" kind of way. And if helping my friend meant occasionally letting her suck my cock and stroke my cum onto her face, then who was I to complain? Only after I entered the house did I realize I hadn't even looked up at Stephanie's unit when I got home. She wasn't on my mind at all. Mission accomplished. Walking past the kitchen, I heard my Step mom Kelly laughing and giggling as she finished up a phone call. She was in a great mood. "What's the good news?" I said, cruising in to get a glass of water. The light beaming from Kelly's face was blinding. "That was Brian," she said through a poorly-stifled smile, "we're getting back together!" My eyes shot wide. I needed to talk to Alexa. Chapter 17: Christine provides relief, and Kerri has a proposition. Walking through the local big-box department store on Wednesday afternoon, I lazily gazed at shelves full of stuff I didn't need as I thought back to the conversation I had had with my step sister Alexa. Her mom Kelly, my step-mom, had just gotten back together with her boyfriend, a guy named Brian. They had broken up for reasons that were as yet unknown, but most likely had to do with the fact that Brian, completely coincidentally and before he had even met Kelly, had taken Alexa's virginity while she was at college. And that's not even speaking of the fact that I had secretly seen Brian in a threeway fuck fest with Kelly's best friend and her husband (also before he met Kelly). A sticky situation to be sure. Alexa and I should have been happy the relationship ended, but the truth was that neither of us had seen Kelly this happy since when my dad was still alive. It was weird, it felt kinda wrong, but honestly we wanted what was best for our mom, full stop. So I tasked Alexa with finding a way to make it right, and it seems like she had. I cornered her the following morning and demanded to know what had happened. No matter how I poked and prodded, "I took care of it," was all she would volunteer. What did that mean? Did she chew him out for breaking her mom's heart? Did she make an honest plea to maintain her mom's happiness? She couldn't have, there's no way she fucked him again, right? That would be, no way. I still couldn't believe she had fucked him the FIRST time. Not even counting the insane unfortunate coincidence we were currently dealing with, I had seen that guy's cock, and it was noT small. And it was her first! Wandering over to the bed and bath section, I perused the hand towels. I still hadn't spoken to Steph; I was still too mad; but then yesterday, just after dinner, my phone buzzed and there it was, the first salvo of trying to re-establish contact. "Hi." I ignored it. Twenty minutes later my phone buzzed again. "Please" I ignored it. Deep down I didn't want to, but I couldn't talk to her yet. I wasn't ready. Stephanie wasn't normally one to plead for anything, but I knew this was a special occasion: this was her last week at home. Next Monday she was off to college early so she could get a jump on her credits. Clearly she didn't want to leave on bad terms. Neither did I, but I just wasn't ready. I had to resist. That's why as soon as I saw Stephanie's text, I texted Christine. The other night in the pool, after she swallowed my second cum load of the evening, I asked her about how often she thought we might have these rendezvous. The prospect of limiting it to Sundays after church made my cock twitch with devilish irony, but I was hoping she'd suggest something more frequent. "I think 'as-needed' is the best prescription here, don't you?" she said, and I agreed. If one of us needed the support or the distraction, the other was just a short text message away. This was one of those times. My phone buzzed as I browsed, and I quickly checked the message. "Ok, room 3" It read. I grabbed the cheapest hand towel I could find, and walked quickly over to the fitting rooms. Seeing no one around, I walked down to room number three and tapped lightly. The door flung open, and Christine grabbed me by the shirt, pulling me inside. It was barely a moment before her lips were on mine, and our tongues writhed around in each other's mouths. Obeying the "neck-up only" rules, I gripped her hair at the root, and pulled her head back so I could kiss and nibble at her neck. Her hand instantly dropped to my cock, which had been brought erect by her erotic, smokey moans and squeaks as I lavished her neck. Pulling away, she sat down on the bench in front of the mirror, made quick work of my belt, button, and zipper, and yanked my pants down my legs. My cock bounced free as it strained upwards and outwards. Christine sighed pleasantly and licked her lips. I sighed myself as her hands gripped my shaft, and then again when she leaned forward and took me into her hot, wet mouth. Her quick pace slowed as I touched down between her lips. She moaned loudly and stopped for a moment to enjoy the feeling of my thickness filling her mouth. There was no head bobbing, no stroking, just slowly sucking on me like a naughty candy cane. Snapping out of her apparent lusty trance, she pulled off me with a loud pop, and sat back. "We've gotta be quick about this, ok?" She said, pulling her red employee polo up and over her head. I nodded, staring down at her lovely modest tits held together deliciously in a hot pink bra. I had never seen her naked tits. I wanted to see them very badly, but we were in a rush. Besides, the perfect round cleavage formed by her bra was making me very horny, and I wanted to ride that wave. Smiling that devilish smile of hers at me, she put her hair up in a messy bun and dipped forward, taking my cock between her lips once more. She sucked with purpose, squeezing my balls, stroking my shaft in time with her bobbing head. Good lord I loved how this girl sucked cock. You could tell she truly enjoyed it, truly enjoyed giving pleasure. This was not going to take long at all. As the pleasure started to build inside me, one hand grabbed the back of her head lightly, guiding her up and down as she blew me. "Is this ok?" I said, and felt an affirmative moan vibrate my shaft. Her mouth and hands were a machine, and with each suck and stroke, thoughts of Stephanie were pushed further and further from my mind. There were only Christine's hands and mouth; those hands I had seen so many times clasped together in prayer, that mouth I had heard singing hymns of worship now worshiping my cock. "Oh, oh, oh,” I started to choke out, balls coiling tightly as I repeatedly penetrated her mouth, "Oh..oh..fuck, Christine, I'm gonna cum!" I bellowed in a whisper. I raced right up to the edge, and then Christine slid forward off the bench, dropping down onto her knees in front of me. She didn't say anything; she didn't need to; I knew exactly what she wanted. Her hands sped frantically up and down my wet cock, and for a split second I couldn't believe where I was. Just a few weeks ago Christine was nothing more than my friend from church, the girl I got milkshakes and french fries with, the one who would commiserate with me about relationship problems, and now there I was sneaking into a changing room at her work so we could, I looked down at Christine's wanton face, eyes closed, head tipped back, mouth open, nipples hard, and then suddenly a thick white lash streaked across the bridge of her nose. An open-mouthed moan welcomed this first salvo. My balls squeezed hard, and four more hot ropes leapt out my cock, each one accompanied by a deep grunt from me. The first drew a thick, white line up across her cheeks, practically reaching her ear; the second whipped wildly to the side, splashing over her jawline and neck; the next two arched into her open mouth, barely making it in, leaving a thick train of jizz hooking onto her bottom lip and running down to the tip of her chin. Her hands never left my cock. She pumped me rhythmically as pure pleasure rushed out of my body. The corners of her open mouth pulled up into a wide smile as she stroked the last weak dribbles out over her knuckles. I always worried that cumming on a girls' face would be too dirty, too degrading, that it would be something better left to the fantasy of porn, but that smile on her splattered face told me the truth. She liked it. She was having fun. This repressed church girl was something else. Both of us relaxed backward, breathing heavy, as the intensity of the moment faded. Looking over at Christine, I could see the extent of my art as she leaned back against the bench. The bright lights of the fitting room made the streaks on her face sparkle, highlighting the dollop hanging from her chin, and the long strand that stretched thinly down her neck and onto her collar bone. I watched her neck pulse as she closed her sticky mouth and swallowed the pool of my load that made it into her mouth. The dollop on her chin dropped down and splattered squarely in her cute cleavage. My spent cock twitched. God, I wanted to see those tits. I leaned my head back and closed my eyes. My mind was blank. It was glorious. "Oh, wow," I heard meekly. Opening my eyes, I saw that Christine had turned around. Still on her knees, she was looking at herself in the mirror. She was transfixed by what she saw. "Everything ok?" I asked. "Yeah, it's just,” she began, as one hand drifted up to delicately touch the white streak gripping her neck, “ I've never actually seen it, never seen myself, I mean, like this." "Never?" "No, I never wanted to," she continued, as her fingers danced over her neck, "I was ashamed. I never wanted to admit I enjoyed it." "And now?" I asked in a low tone. Her eyes clicked up to meet mine in the mirror, and I saw the unmistakable pressure of lust behind them. She said nothing; that look spoke volumes. And then suddenly it was gone. As if a wave crashed over her, the lust was gone, and Christine looked away from the mirror as she began to nervously shuffle. She was trying to forget the feeling. There was still some shame there. "We need to get going," She said, fumbling past her discarded top, looking for the towel I brought. I don't know if it was the endorphin hangover, or the rush of seeing the pastor's daughter silently admit that she liked the way she looked covered in cum, but there was something intensely erotic about watching this half naked girl, on her knees, at her place of work, wiping my semen from her face and body. "Do you need this?" she said, handing me the towel. I gave my cock a quick wipe, and began to pack it away. I watched her slip her red polo back on, the fabric not thick enough to hide how hard her nipples still were. I took a step toward her, trying to diffuse her nervous energy. "Thank you; I needed that. It was really fun." I said sincerely. Christine smiled and relaxed a bit. "Yeah, it was," she beamed. "But what about you?" I asked, my fingers mischievously running along the waist of her pants. Smiling an embarrassed smile, she playfully pushed my hand away "I'll be fine, we can deal with me next time," she chuckled. Reaching up, I held the side of her face lovingly. Our smiles faded, and our eyes connected. We kissed. It was comfortable and safe. As I drew back my hand, I felt a wetness on my thumb; a thick, white wetness. Christine had missed a spot. We both looked down at my thumb, then back up at each other. That lusty look returned to Christine's eyes just for a moment, and without saying anything she leaned forward and took my entire thumb into her mouth. She drew her lips off it agonizingly slowly. When she was done, the dollop of cum was gone. I didn't know how to react. Christine just smiled again, tossed me the towel, and said "I gotta go. Don't forget to use the self-checkout when you leave with this, noT the regular check out!" I got one more peck on the cheek, and then she was gone, back to work. As I made my way through the self checkout, I thought about how efficient this system of hooking up at work was. I wondered how many towels I'd end up purchasing this summer. I wondered how many towels Eric had bought over the years. Thursday morning I awoke refreshed, but no clearer in my head about what had been going on. Two messages on my phone from Stephanie, both left unanswered by me. In the bathroom, I glanced out the window across the way to Sarah's room. She was in there. Despite how angry I was at her and Stephanie, I couldn't deny how amazing her body was. Black spandex over sultry hips, orange sports bra holding up her amazing breasts; she was going for a run. I saw an opportunity. Catching her outside as she was stretching, I asked if I could join her. She smiled and said of course. We chatted and stretched, and then headed off on our route. As we ran, my mind raced, turning over and over trying to figure out what I was going to say to her. There were lots of things she didn't know. She didn't know Tara and I watched her take her then-boyfriend's cock deep in her cunt and get showered in his cum; She didn't know I had seen her and Tara fuck at the party; that I had seen their naked bodies press and writhe against each other; that I had seen her orgasm against my best friend's tongue. Most of all however, she didn't know that I knew that her relationship with Tara was a sham; that she was put up to it by Stephanie to take Tara away from me. That was about to change. We stopped, breathless, at our halfway point. We stretched and bent, and the heaving of her ample chest as she breathed almost took my eyes off my mission. Almost. "So, you and Tara, huh?" I began, finally, through heavy breaths. "I was wondering when you were going to bring that up," she said with a smile, "surprised?" "I didn't even know you liked girls!" I lied. "I'm full of surprises," she said with a sly wink. Ugh, she is so hot. no; FOCUS! "So how's that going?" I said, lining up my shot. "It's going really well, actually," she said with enthusiasm, "We're having a lot of fun." I'll say. I had seen that fun first hand. It was hot. "That's great," I said casually before dropping the hammer: "Does she know your relationship is bullshit?" Sarah froze mid-stretch. I watched her contemplate her next move. "What are you talking about?" She said, unconvincingly "Come on, don't bullshit me," I said incredulously, "Stephanie told me everything." Sarah stopped stretching and sat on a nearby rock, visibly upset. "What was your plan, fuck around with the easy goth girl until Stephanie left for school and then dump her cold turkey?" I practically barked, "How could you do that to a person? How could you do that to her?" "No, that's not it at all, I,” Sarah fumbled for an explanation. "She really likes you, you know," I said with bile. Sarah hung her head momentarily then looked up at me. "I really like her too, Tim," She said quietly, "I like her a lot. I'll admit, yes, I asked her out as a favor to Stephanie, and as a favor to you too" "What?" I scoffed, "how was it a favor to me?" "I knew how mixed up you were about Stephanie, and how hard she can be to pin down, and I thought that maybe if you guys had time to just focus on each other that you could actually make something of it together." I started to pace slightly. "Why does everyone keep saying that Tara is a distraction for me?" Sarah gave me a look that said "are you serious?" It didn't land with me. "Regardless," she continued, "it may have started out, less than honestly, but I'm not lying to you; I really do like her." "What the fuck is wrong with Stephanie?" I fumed, "why would she do something like this? On what planet, " "Because she's afraid," Sarah said. It stopped my pacing, but didn't lessen my anger. "She really likes you, Tim, and she, doesn't know how to handle it. She doesn't get attached to people. She's attached to you. She talks a big game when it comes to flings and affairs, but feelings, are a new territory for her. She's afraid she's going to lose you." I took it all in. Stephanie was cocky, but she had finally met her romantic match it seems, in me. Yeesh. It was a lot to process. "I don't know, Sarah, she may have already lost me with all this." "At least talk to her, Tim," Sarah said compassionately, "if she leaves on Monday and you two haven't worked things out, I don't think it'll be good for either of you." She was probably right. I don't know if we could fix things, but we couldn't leave things as awkward as they were. "I gotta go," I said quietly and Started to make my way back toward the trail. "Are you going to tell Tara?" Sarah said after me. I paused. What do I do? Do I tell my best friend the truth and break her heart? Or do I lie to her? "No," I said finally, "but if you break her heart, " Neither of us needed me to finish that sentence. I ran off alone, leaving Sarah with her thoughts. That night, hanging out with Mike, Kerri, Tara, and a couple others, I had other things on my mind. We were watching a movie and having some drinks at Kerri's house, but I barely even registered what was happening on the screen. I remember it was a horror movie, based on the way Tara would jump and squirm against me at the scary parts. Despite her cool, gothy exterior, Tara got scared pretty easily at movies, each shriek or squeak followed by a delighted giggle of release. She gripped my arm tightly, but between the booze and my troubled mind, I hardly noticed. Milling around and talking after the movie, what I Did register was that Kerri was paying a lot more attention to me than usual. We were friends by proxy of her relationship with Mike, but there was still some distance between us; if they ever broke up, I doubt we'd continue to hang out. I hadn't seen Kerri since the graduation party, and to say that night we crossed a threshold would be an understatement. I had stumbled upon her, tits out, riding Mike's cock in the backseat of my car. There had been no embarrassment there, no shame, in fact it almost seemed like she got a thrill out of it. I didn't know exactly how she felt about it, but I did know she didn't tell Mike it was happening. My phone had buzzed, and I opened it to find yet another text from Stephanie. I needed some air. I looked at Tara, thinking maybe she'd join me, but her head was buried in her own phone, typing away with a smile on her face. No doubt texting with Sarah, she seemed happy, and I didn't want to bother her. I went out onto the porch alone. After a minute or so I heard the door creak open, and out walked Kerri. "Hey," She said in a soft, kind tone, "you ok?" Kerri and I had never really talked. We had shared that moment at the party, but had never discussed it. In fact, we had never really discussed much of anything. We were friendly and polite, but we never had a real conversation outside of casual group hang outs. That's why it surprised me a bit when she followed me outside. "Yeah I'm ok," I lied, "just a lot on my mind." "Yeah, Mike told me things were rocky with Stephanie, I'm sorry to hear that," she said, leaning her hip against the railing. Her hips. My god, this girl had a body on her. Thick and strong from years of playing soccer, but still curvy in all the right places. I thought back to that night at the graduation party, back to the image of her big breasts bouncing deliciously as she rode Mike's cock. "Thanks," I managed to eke out. "Are you guys, still together?" She asked, shifting herself beneath her crop top sweater. It hung off the tips of her breasts, the hem stopping just shy of her waist line, a sliver of stomach peeking out beneath it. "I don't know," I said. I was being honest. I had no idea where we were. "All I know is she's leaving for school on Monday." "Well there's still time to fix things, then," she said hopefully, "but don't wait too long, I know you're angry now, but trust me, you'll be angrier later if you start living with regret." I smiled. She wasn't wrong. She was a good friend. "Hey, I wanted to talk to you about something," she continued, running a hand through her long, curly hair. I think I knew where this was going. "It's about, the other night." Bingo. "Yeah, I'm sorry about that, I was a little drunk and I should have; " "No, no, don't apologize," she said, stopping me, "I actually, um, well I was wondering if you might be willing to help me with something." My eyebrow popped up, interest piqued. "Like, what?" "Well," she began, tapping her tongue against her teeth, "I mean, I really like Mike, and sex with him has been really fun, but,” she trailed off. "He,” she paused as she considered decency, then chose to ignore it. "I'm not cumming when we have sex." I shifted in my seat, a tingle growing in my balls. "Oh?" I responded "Like, the sex is good, but he always cums before I do, and he doesn't exactly finish the job." "Well that's no good - have you tried to talk to him about it?" "I tried, but he got really huffy about it. I think he's embarrassed. I know I'm his first, and he hasn't quite figured it out yet." The phrasing of that statement implied that Mike was not her first. I instantly found myself wondering who else had fucked her. "So you want me to talk to him?" I said, not sure where this was going. "No, not exactly," she said, her tone getting lower, "the other night, in the car, it was fun, but I was nowhere close to cumming,” she took a step toward me “ until I saw you watching us." "Oh?" I gulped again. My pants were getting tight. "Yeah," she said with a wry smile, "the rush of someone watching, of you watching, it was so hot. It turned me on so much, and I was getting so close, but Mike was too far gone and I couldn't get there." "Kerri, you're my friend's girlfriend, I don't think we should,” I began, but she cut me off "No, no, no, I don't want to sleep with you," she said, "I just want you to, watch." "What?" I said in disbelief, "does Mike know about this?" "No, and he CAN'T know about it. It'd crush his ego. I just need you, I need you to watch us fuck so I can cum. Please." "I don't know, Kerri," I said, my cock like iron in my pants "You don't even have to do anything!" she said excitedly, "I just need to know you're there." Her tone dropped again as she continued. "It was so hot when you were watching us. It turned me on so much, " I could see her nipples pushing through her crop top. "You'd be doing it for him as much as me," she said, shifting her legs together nervously, "he's gonna feel like the king of the world." I thought about it. It wouldn't be the first time I watched my friends fuck with only one of them knowing, but MIke was my buddy, I didn't want to lie to him! But also, she's right, if he makes her cum he's going to feel like a million dollars. And selfishly I would like to see the rest of her body, to see what she looks like when she orgasms. "When?" I said finally, the silence between us palpable. "I was thinking, tonight?" She said, practically a whisper. I looked her over. Took her in. she was fidgeting, her tongue was nervously playing with her bottom lip, she was horny. Fuck it. "Ok," I said, and she silently celebrated. "Ok, so here's the plan. When everyone leaves, you come around the back and wait for me to text you 'thanks for coming'. Then, come in through the backdoor and stand in the shadows behind the split bookcase. There's a blindspot there; I'll make sure we're on the couch, and you'll be able to see us, but we won't be able to see you. When you're in position, respond to my text with "thanks for having me.' got it?" "Got it," I said. Wow; she had planned this whole thing out. It was impressive. She was practically buzzing with energy now, excited about the night ahead of her. Excited at the exhibition she was about to put on. I'm not sure why, maybe it was my current state of mind, maybe it was the hardness in my pants, but I decided to push the boundaries. "But," I said calmly, "you have to do something for me in return." Kerri began to vibrate. At first I thought it was nervousness, maybe thinking she had gotten in over her head, but then I realized it wasn't nervousness, it was exhilaration. "What?" She said in a low tone, her big doe eyes never leaving mine. "When he cums," I said, drawing my eyes down to her hard nipples and back up again, "I want you to tell him to cum on your tits." Those tits rose high and heavy as her breaths grew deeper. "And I want to see it. Sound good?" I saw a smile tug briefly at one corner of her lips, quickly gone. A head nod was all she could muster as a response. I don't know where this sudden inclination of domination came from, but it was definitely turning both of us on. Kerri regained her composure and made her way back toward the door, stopping before she left. "Oh also, Tim," She said, looking back at me, "feel free to, take care of yourself, while you're watching." Now it was my turn to blush. "In fact," she continued, "I'll be insulted if you don't." That sexy smile that faintly tugged at her lips returned with full force, and with a wink she popped back into the house. This was going to be interesting. The rest of the evening passed unremarkably. It was tough to really focus on much, as I had something new and exciting to occupy my thoughts. I kept looking over at Mike and Kerri, and started to notice how touchy-feely Kerri was getting. Little grabs, touches, rubs; she was priming him for the show later on. We all filed out and said our goodbyes, and while everyone else headed home, I sat silently in my car, waiting for everyone else to shove off so I could get in position. As I watched the last of them leave, I got ready to make my way to the back of the house, when there was a knock at my window. I turned, surprised, and saw Tara smiling and waving. Shit. I rolled down my window to greet her. "Hey, what's up?" "Nothing," she said, leaning on the doorframe. This caused a boost in visible cleavage of her perfect tits, and was entrancing. "You weren't very talkative tonight - I just wanted to make sure everything was ok." "Yeah I'm ok," I said back with a smile, "just a lot on my mind lately." My phone buzzed. It was Kerri's "that's for coming" message. Shit. "Do you wanna talk about it?" Tara asked. She was being a good friend, and I was trying to figure out how to get rid of her. Unless I let her in on what was going on, No, that wouldn't be fair to Kerri or Mike, or to Tara and her relationship. Can't do it. Not this time. Also, I think I wanted this one to myself for some reason. "Nah, it's ok, I'll be ok." She wasn't budging yet. "Why don't we get lunch tomorrow and we can talk then?" She gave me a suspicious glare, like she knew I was trying to get rid of her, agreed, and said good night. I'd be lying if I said I didn't watch her ass sashay back and forth as she left, but I was hard as a rock and had hormones racing through me before she even showed up, so who could blame me. I looked at my phone - Kerri's text had come five minutes ago - shit, I needed to get over there. As I hustled toward the back door, it occurred to me that maybe I didn't even have to go in; she said they wouldn't be able to see me anyway, what if I just texted her back as instructed but never went in? She'd never know I wasn't actually there, right? The hard-on in my pants directing me to the back door of the house told me to shut up, and I made my way inside the house. The house was dark, but I could hear the familiar grunts and wet smacks of love. I followed the sound, quietly moving through the rooms toward my position behind the split bookcase. I felt a surge in my pants as I looked toward the living room couch. Mike was reclined in the corner, his head thrown back in ecstasy. Kerri was on her knees on the floor between his legs. Her plump ass flared out in her jeans by her folded knees, she was topless, save for her bra. Her thick mane of curly black hair bobbed and swayed against the smooth, olive skin of her back, accented by faint, wet slurps. She was sucking his cock. My cock throbbed as I watched for a moment. Mike reached down and held her hair up in a makeshift ponytail and moaned again as he guided her head up and down his length. Not wanting to ruin her plan by having him pop off in her mouth, I reached for my phone and texted "That's for having me" back to Kerri. I heard the buzz of her phone on the floor. Pulling her mouth of Mike's hard cock she said "take your shirt off, baby," He obliged, and as he pulled the shirt up over his head, Kerri snuck a quick look at her, smiled, and typed something short in return. My phone buzzed, and I was greeted by a simple " :) " Turning my eyes back to the show in front of me, Kerri made a show of getting up off her knees. Bending at the hips, sticking her ass out, shimmying as she stood, Mike began lazily stroking his cock while he watched, a big smile on his face. I didn't really know much about cock sizes besides my own, but I'd say Mike's was average, with a strong, firm erection. Kerri began gyrating her hips and ass in a very erotic way. Leaning slightly forward her plump ass jutted out back toward me, and she swirled it and moved it as she worked her tight jeans down over her firm thighs, again bending at the waist for full effect. It didn't give MIke much of a view, but I sure was getting an eyeful of two thick cheeks split by the fabric of a thong. Turning her back to him, she began moving her hips again, running her hands all over her taut body. They sailed over her stomach and up under her big, thick breasts, where they stopped to squeeze and massage for a moment. My God, those breasts. Thick and full, each squeeze pushed her cleavage up enticingly high. In my mind I pictured squeezing them. Sucking them. Putting my cock between them. Painting them with cum I slowly and quietly reached for my belt and pants. It was what she wanted, after all. As I began to fish my hard cock out of my pants, my eyes followed her hands as they continued up her chest and neck, and when they got to her face, I froze. Kerri had lied to me; she absolutely could see me. I knew this because she was staring directly at me. A smile spread across her lips as she noted my awareness, and without ever taking her eyes off mine, she reached behind her back to undo the clasp of her bra. Never turning to look at Mike, she shimmied and teased as she slowly revealed her luscious tits. To me. It was then that I realized Kerri didn't just want me to watch, she wanted to perform. For me. My hand gripped my hard cock, and slowly began stroking. She squeezed and kneaded those heavenly bodies together as she stared at me, rubbing them, pinching the nipples slightly, all while Mike stroked lazily away while zeroing in on her swaying backside. I couldn't blame the guy. Her tits jiggled slightly as her hands left them, sliding down her body and hooking into the band of her panties. She wasted no time with this task, and bent at the waist as she stripped them down off and over her legs, giving me a show of her hanging bosom, and Mike a show of her ass and cunt. Standing back up straight, she dropped a hand between her legs. "Oh my God, I'm So wet," she said. Mike moaned in approval, but I knew she was saying it to me. Turning around finally to face Mike in all her breasty, dripping glory, I heard the tear of a condom wrapper, and in short succession that hard cock was ready for her. Straddling him, Kerri leaned in for a deep kiss, reached back to position him against her wet cunt, and slowly brought her hips down, taking his entire length easily inside her on the first try. She was wet. She was also in charge. Kerri Needs a voyeur to satisfy her They took a moment to get used to the feeling of each other's bodies, and then Kerri's hips began to slide and grind on Mike's lap. I began to slowly stroke my cock. Kerri's moans came quickly. She was already very excited before they even started, and now, grinding her clit and riding his cock, she was on her way to that goal she desired. Mike grabbed and squeezed her big tits, making her moan louder. He humped his cock deeper into her with each thrust. Kerri's breath was already becoming ragged. Leaning forward, she placed both hands on Mike's chest, hanging her tits into his face. He pulled them close to his lips and began to suck, a loud gasp escaping Kerri's lips. My cock throbbed as I stroked. Lucky guy. Hunched over, Kerri was lost in the sensation of Mike's sucking lips on her nipple, and his cock pistoning and out of her juicy cunt. With the angle she was at, her ass rose up and down, giving me a perfectly clear view of her body sliding along his pole like a well oiled machine. And I could see how well oiled it was. I could see the full length of Mike's cock slipping in and out of Kerri, and as I watched, stroking myself firmly now, I saw viscous streaks of white start to appear on his shaft on each out stroke. Kerri was so turned on her cunt was drooling all down her boyfriend's hard cock as he fucked her. Seeing such a stark visualization of Kerri's pleasu

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

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In this episode Andrew Limouris shares his personal journey and the joy he finds in giving back through his work. Listen in as Deborah and Andrew discuss inflection points in Andrew's career, particularly during the financial crisis in 2009, and how his company navigated through challenges. Andrew emphasizes the importance of transparency, focus, and accountability. They also discuss Andrew's books and his admiration for organizations that support children of fallen soldiers and disabled veterans. Andrew credits his positivity to seeking inspiration, finding motivation from others, and being grateful for his family's support.   Andrew Limouris is the President and CEO of Medix and Talentoday, a family of companies specializing in connecting talent to the right career opportunities and supporting employers with the right workforce solutions.Limouris founded Medix in 2001 based on the mission and purpose of positively impacting lives and strives to recruit others who live the company's core values.Medix has been featured on such prestigious lists as Staffing Industry Analysts (SIA) Largest and Fastest Growing Staffing Companies in the United States, Inc. 5000, Best and Brightest Companies to Work for in the Nation, and Clearly Rated's Best of Staffing Client, Talent & Employee Awards. Limouris won EY's Midwest Entrepreneur Of The Year® in 2017 and the Hellenic Bar Association Foundation's Hellene of the Year award in 2021. Limouris released his first book, “Won with Purpose,” in 2017 and his second book, “Culture through Crisis,” in 2023.Invigorated by Medix's and Talentoday's purposes, both teams have worked together to launch Talentomorrow, a foundation to impact students, job seekers, and those looking to further their careers to achieve their true potential.Limouris believes that finding purpose helps build a team culture of unity and engagement, and now helps others identify their purpose. Outside of Medix, he mentors a child at the Raining Season Orphanage in Freetown, Sierra Leone, is a youth football coach, and is a board member of Camp Hometown Heroes and Jared Allen's Homes for Wounded Warriors.   You can connect with Andrew in the following ways: Website: www.medixteam.com Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/medixteam/   Whether you are a C-Suite Leader of today or tomorrow, take charge of your career with confidence and leverage the insights of The CEO's Compass: Your Guide to Get Back on Track.  To learn more about The CEO's Compass, you can get your copy here: https://amzn.to/3AKiflR    Other episodes you'll enjoy: C-Suite Goal Setting: How To Create A Roadmap For Your Career Success - http://bit.ly/3XwI55n Natalya Berdikyan: Investing in Yourself to Serve Others on Apple Podcasts -http://bit.ly/3ZMx8yw Questions to Guarantee You Accomplish Your Goals - http://bit.ly/3QASvymSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

We had the pleasure of interviewing AZRA over Zoom video!Keeping in line with the status quo has never been something of priority to pop-rock goddess AZRA. Invigorated by an unshakeable boldness, empowering angst, and life-long affinity for performance, AZRA has learned the importance of never backing down regardless of what society deems acceptable. Breaking through the barriers of complacency and uniformity has allowed this powerhouse to embrace her crown, unapologetically. She immigrated to San Jose, CA with her family at 9 years old, and did whatever it took to overcome the hardships that came with having to rediscover oneself after a life-altering change. AZRA now seeks to empower others to fearlessly follow their dreams in spite of their hardships.The South Korean-born, Bay area-raised, now multidisciplinary Los Angeles based independent artist is making waves with more than just her music. As an accomplished author (The Cupcake Theory), motivational speaker, dancer, model, and musician, AZRA has effectively established herself as a formidable force in the entertainment industry with a promise that any artistic expression she shares with the world will have substance, depth, and purpose behind them to uplift others along their life's journey.She shares her story through her signature Substance Pop sound - an entirely new genre of music that channels cathartic power pop, rock, dance, and metal influences with heavy 808 beats to electrify your entire body. AZRA was diagnosed with glaucoma and temporarily lost sight in her right eye at age 19; she found herself face to face with a life-changing illness that led her to begin a journey of self-acceptance and finding the deeper meanings of life, thus inspiring the Substance Pop genre. Expect to be bewitched by epic, soulful vocals, contagiously empowering lyrics, and insane hooks that will move you to strut through life with unapologetic confidence. This whirlwind of a feeling is AZRA telling you to follow your passion and create your own show. She believes that “the world is your stage for anything you can imagine is possible.”Suddenly, you have been transported to the 6th Dimension, an uninhibited paradise for misfits where anything is possible, where you can be whoever you want to be, and go after whatever dreams you have; a world of AZRA's own creation. During all of AZRA's live performances, fans are brought along to the 6th Dimension where they can live up to their innermost desires, become the hero or goddess of their dreams, and channel invaluable feelings of freedom and positivity unscathed by the world's projections of self-doubt. Dive head first into the confidence boost and hold onto it, you will become the best and most real version of yourself because of it. Through her music and work with AAPI and women-focused cause organizations such as AAPI Youth Rising and Project Glimmer, AZRA's mission is clear: empower and uplift others, grasp the premonition given, and live your life to the fullest to fulfill the prophecy set forward by AZRA and the 6th dimension. Listeners got a taste of the 6th Dimension on AZRA's first release of 2023, “ALL OUT,” that has since found itself on the renowned LA based alternative radio station, The World Famous KROQ, or her most recent singles “i wish you would cry” and “Bring Me The Crown.” "ALL OUT" was also featured in the prominent Korean American Newspaper - Korea Daily. We want to hear from you! Please email Hello@BringinitBackwards.comwww.BringinitBackwards.com#podcast #interview #bringinbackpod #AZRA #NewMusic #ZoomListen & Subscribe to BiBhttps://www.bringinitbackwards.com/followFollow our podcast on Instagram and Twitter!https://www.facebook.com/groups/bringinbackpodThis show is part of the Spreaker Prime Network, if you are interested in advertising on this podcast, contact us at https://www.spreaker.com/show/4972373/advertisement

Imagine that there is a bridge between you and a state of health, well-being, vitality, creativity, and empathy for yourself and the world around you. That bridge exists and is accessible to anyone for free—and that bridge is forest therapy. Spending time in nature, disconnected from the hustle and bustle of everyday life, is a relaxing, restorative, health-enhancing experience. In this episode, I discuss forest therapy and how it can improve your overall well-being, creativity, and connection to the world around you. I reveal how nature inspired me to write my book, The Vitality Mark. I explain how spending time in natural environments can help you lower your stress response, increase your relaxation response, and become more compassionate to yourself and the world around you. I also highlight how you can make the most out of your time being in nature to maximize its benefits. “Forest therapy, or shinrin-yoku, can become that bridge to more well-being and vitality; it can take you home not just to nature, but to your true nature.” – Dr. Mark Rowe This week on In the Doctor's Chair: Nature as a creative laboratory How time in nature can reduce the voice of the inner-critic and increase self-compassion The ‘Green Exercise' prescription The history of forest bathing or shinrin-yoku Improving your relaxation response through forest therapy How time spent in nature can reduce stress and chronic health conditions How being in nature produces a flow state and triggers the “small self” effect Forest therapy and raising awareness of the importance of the natural world Ralph Waldo Emerson on adopting the pace of nature What you should do before ending your time in nature Hellen Keller on spending time in nature Resources Mentioned: Book: The Vitality Mark: Your Prescription for Feeling Energised, Invigorated, Enthusiastic and Optimistic Each Day by Dr. Mark Rowe   In the Doctor's Chair Thanks for listening to In the Doctor's Chair, the show where you'll hear conversations that share life lessons, health habits, and leadership practices that focus on positive psychology, lifestyle medicine, and ways for you to live with more vitality. If you enjoyed this episode, please subscribe to the show and leave a comment wherever you listen to your podcasts. For more resources to help you to live with more vitality, please visit my website. Apple Podcasts I TuneIn I Google Play I Stitcher I Spotify The post #131 Forest Therapy appeared first on Mark Rowe.

Part Two of the Good Morning Football Podcast begins with how the Dolphins will fare in the AFC East. Hosts Jane Slater, Cam Wolfe, Ryan Leaf, and Falcons DE Grady Jarrett examine Miami's possible interest in Dalvin Cook.   The table debates the odds of the Broncos bouncing back from a disappointing season last year.  Aaron Rodgers seems invigorated after his move to the Jets.  Plus, Ryan gives his thoughts on the 3 hometown QB's of our hosts.   The Good Morning Football Podcast is part of the NFL Podcast Network.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

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Italy legend Mirco Bergamasco joins us to discuss his new life coaching in France, the good old days of the golden generation of Italian rugby and what we can expect from an invigorated Italy in this year's Six Nations. We talk Lamaro's leadership, Capuozzo's colossal potential and whether Sergio Parisse will get a swansong at the 2023 World Cup, as well as looking at this weekend's game between Italy and France in Rome. Plus, we run the rule over France's chances of defending their title or even winning back-to-back Grand Slams, discuss Fabien Galthie's selection issues and we pick our MEATER Moment of the Week...Use the code FRENCHPOD10 at checkout for 10% off any full price item at Meater.com Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

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Bobby talks to GP Dr. Mark Rowe about his book ‘The Vitality Mark: Your Prescription for Feeling Energised, Invigorated, Enthusiastic and Optimistic Each Day'.

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The book of 1 Peter is about hope-filled suffering. He wanted his readers to happily, holily, and hopefully do the will of God in the face of persecution. In the text before us, we see that Peter expected his believing readers to live as testimonies of the power and grace of God, who transforms spiritually dead and sinfully enslaved sinners into Christlike saints. That is, he expected his readers to live as those who love doing the will of God. In this study, we will look at what it means to live for the will of God, what this requires, and what is its result. We do so under three headings: 1. The Christian is Intentional about Doing the Will of God (vv. 1–2) 2. The Christian is Insulted for Doing the Will of God (vv. 3–4) 3. The Christian is Invigorated for Doing the Will of God (vv. 5–6)

A veteran hospitality operator and entrepreneur, Kevin Cox has opened more than seventy restaurants within the urban and suburban markets of New York, Los Angeles, and New Jersey. After a short stint in commercial real estate, Kevin found his home in the hospitality industry with Umami Burger. In less than three years, Kevin wore many hats as Umami grew into one of the most popular restaurant groups in Southern California with ten locations, as well as launching; LA's first nouveau “Food Hall” Umamicatessen, multiple CPG SKUs under the Umami brand, 800 Degrees Pizza (now a nationwide chain), and the infamous Red Medicine in Beverly Hills. Invigorated by the opportunity to recreate Umami's success, Kevin partnered with The Clarke's Group in NYC, to expand the footprint of their flagship brand PJ Clarke's and launch a QSR off-shoot. He led the acquisition and repositioning of the Goodburger chain into Clarke's Standard. In recent years, Kevin has focused on his consulting business 310hospitality, working with a robust roster of clients both regionally and nationally, including Brother Jimmy's BBQ Group, Plan Check Restaurants, The Wine Bar Group, and Atlantic Stars Hospitality. With Montclair Hospitality Group, he led the development and acquisitions of numerous brands: pastaRAMEN, Kai Yang, Mochinut, a multi-unit partnership with Sushi by Bou, and eight Ani Ramen locations in the Tri-State. Currently, Kevin is heading the roll-out and expansion of an institutionally-backed hospitality group out of Europe. Kevin is originally from Wilbraham, Massachusetts. He has a bachelor's degree from Hobart College where he majored in economics and played defense for the lacrosse team. He currently resides in Manhattan. Exclusive Sponsor PopMenu - Save $100 off you first month of PopMenu Answering by clicking here.

Russia's invasion of Ukraine has solidified the resolve of NATO member states after the destabilising period of the Trump presidency.

Fiona Brennan is an acclaimed clinical hypnotherapist, two-time best selling author, mental health expert, and ambassador for positivity and wellbeing. Today, Fiona joins me to talk about her work. She shares where her love of it came from and talks about the power of “allowing”. She notes that a wish to take care of yourself is a good enough reason to do a thing, and we discuss the four A's of self-care. She notes the power of being comfortable with suffering and talks about why drinking your problems away isn't doing you any favors. She talks about why you should honor your commitments to yourself just as you would your commitments to another person, and she discusses the power of a journal. She discusses compassion-based resilience, notes the need to slow your mind down to create space between thoughts, and emphasises the power of non-attachment and non-judgment. She explains the difference between compassion and empathy, and she notes that purpose is everywhere. “If we can allow ourselves to be as we are, allow ourselves to feel something, then that is what actually transforms [us].” - Fiona Brennan This week on In the Doctor's Chair: The power of “allow” Why you can't give what you don't have The four A's of self-care Why happiness and suffering are both parts of the same story Being comfortable with suffering Finding what works for you Compassion-based resilience Slowing your mind down Why you don't need to be striving into the future The power of non-attachment The power of non-judgment The meaning of compassion Resources Mentioned: New online course: Light Up Your World Retreat in Greece on the island of Crete The Vitality Mark: Your Prescription for Feeling Energised, Invigorated, Enthusiastic and Optimistic Each Day by Dr Mark Rowe In the Doctor's Chair Thanks for listening to In the Doctor's Chair, the show where you'll hear conversations that share life lessons, health habits, and leadership practices that focus on positive psychology, lifestyle medicine, and ways for you to live with more vitality. If you enjoyed this episode, please subscribe to the show and leave a comment wherever you listen to your podcasts. For more resources to help you to live with more vitality, please visit my website. Apple Podcasts I TuneIn I Google Play I Stitcher I Spotify

Fiona Brennan is an acclaimed clinical hypnotherapist, two-time best-selling author, mental health expert, and ambassador for positivity and wellbeing. Today, Fiona joins me to talk about her work. She shares where her love of it came from and talks about the power of “allowing”. She notes that a wish to take care of yourself is a good enough reason to do a thing, and we discuss the four A's of self-care. She notes the power of being comfortable with suffering and talks about why drinking your problems away isn't doing you any favors. She talks about why you should honor your commitments to yourself just as you would your commitments to another person, and she discusses the power of a journal. She discusses compassion-based resilience, notes the need to slow your mind down to create space between thoughts, and emphasises the power of non-attachment and non-judgment. She explains the difference between compassion and empathy, and she notes that purpose is everywhere. “If we can allow ourselves to be as we are, allow ourselves to feel something, then that is what actually transforms [us].”– Fiona Brennan This week on In the Doctor's Chair: The power of “allow” Why you can't give what you don't have The four A's of self-care Why happiness and suffering are both parts of the same story Being comfortable with suffering Finding what works for you Compassion-based resilience Slowing your mind down Why you don't need to be striving into the future The power of non-attachment The power of non-judgment The meaning of compassion Resources Mentioned: New online course: Light Up Your World Retreat in Greece on the island of Crete The Vitality Mark: Your Prescription for Feeling Energised, Invigorated, Enthusiastic and Optimistic Each Day by Dr Mark Rowe https://thepositivehabit.com/   In the Doctor's Chair Thanks for listening to In the Doctor's Chair, the show where you'll hear conversations that share life lessons, health habits, and leadership practices that focus on positive psychology, lifestyle medicine, and ways for you to live with more vitality. If you enjoyed this episode, please subscribe to the show and leave a comment wherever you listen to your podcasts. For more resources to help you to live with more vitality, please visit my website. Apple Podcasts I TuneIn I Google Play I Stitcher I Spotify The post #66 Fostering Compassion-Based Resilience with Fiona Brennan appeared first on Mark Rowe.

This episode will open your heart, settle your mind, and charge your spirit with excitement. Join Grayson Pruett as she welcomes her dear friend, and Villanova commencement speaker, Daniel Gorman. This episode begins with a brief commencement speech followed by a JAM-PACKED discussion on living fearlessly, peaking, life paths, failure, love, new experiences, and more. If you are looking to “fill yourself up” today with something profound, look no further than this episode. 

No one is bulletproof. Eventually, everyone will need to confront burnout. The question is, then, how do you do so productively and healthily? Today, I talk about recovering from burnout. I note the power of small steps and explain why keeping a journal is so helpful. I emphasize the importance of keeping good habits, perhaps especially when you don't think you need to. I talk about the power of micro-moments of self-care, and I call on you to treat yourself as you would your best friend. I explain how to react to negative emotions, I note that you're not the only one who struggles, and I discuss the twofold power of staying connected to others and taking personal time. I note the importance of avoiding toxic negativity, and I explain why you should let yourself say no. “No one is bulletproof. No one is immune to the flames of burnout.” - Dr Mark Rowe “Burnout is not final or fatal.” - Dr Mark Rowe This week on In the Doctor's Chair: Recovering from burnout The power of small steps The power of a journal The importance of good habits The power of micro-moments of self-care How to be an encourager Avoiding toxic negativity Resources Mentioned: The Vitality Mark: Your Prescription for Feeling Energised, Invigorated, Enthusiastic and Optimistic Each Day by Dr Mark Rowe In the Doctor's Chair  Thanks for listening to In the Doctor's Chair, the show where you'll hear conversations that share life lessons, health habits, and leadership practices that focus on positive psychology, lifestyle medicine, and ways for you to live with more vitality. If you enjoyed this episode, please subscribe to the show and leave a comment wherever you listen to your podcasts. For more resources to help you to live with more vitality, please visit my website. Apple Podcasts I TuneIn I Google Play I Stitcher I Spotify  

No one is bulletproof. Eventually, everyone will need to confront burnout. The question is, then, how do you do so productively and healthily? Today, I talk about recovering from burnout. I note the power of small steps and explain why keeping a journal is so helpful. I emphasise the importance of keeping good habits, perhaps especially when you don't think you need to. I talk about the power of micro-moments of self-care, and I call on you to treat yourself as you would your best friend. I explain how to react to negative emotions, I note that you're not the only one who struggles, and I discuss the twofold power of staying connected to others and taking personal time. I note the importance of avoiding toxic negativity, and I explain why you should let yourself say no. “No one is bulletproof. No one is immune to the flames of burnout.”– Dr Mark Rowe “Burnout is not final or fatal.”– Dr Mark Rowe This week on In the Doctor's Chair: Recovering from burnout The power of small steps The power of a journal The importance of good habits The power of micro-moments of self-care How to be an encourager Avoiding toxic negativity   Resources Mentioned: The Vitality Mark: Your Prescription for Feeling Energised, Invigorated, Enthusiastic and Optimistic Each Day by Dr Mark Rowe   In the Doctor's Chair Thanks for listening to In the Doctor's Chair, the show where you'll hear conversations that share life lessons, health habits, and leadership practices that focus on positive psychology, lifestyle medicine, and ways for you to live with more vitality. If you enjoyed this episode, please subscribe to the show and leave a comment wherever you listen to your podcasts. For more resources to help you to live with more vitality, please visit my website. Apple Podcasts I TuneIn I Google Play I Stitcher I Spotify   The post #65 Burnout: The Recovery (Part 2 of 2) appeared first on Mark Rowe.

LOVE LIVE RUACH REMNANT RADIO's 3 Part PUBLIC Celebration of Our Messiah's Commands to KEEP the Seventh Day Qodesh or Set A Part, adds a deeper level of Mishpacha to what's usually just a "Sit & Listen" experience!! Prayer & Meditation Food Fellowship With a SOMBER NOTE, but not SAD, in FACT, inspire & Invigorated by the RUACH ha Qodesh as means of community evangelism spreading the AHABAH of YAH to the Community!! --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/love-live/message

Online bulk-products retailer Boxed Inc., which went public in December, is taking a two-pronged approach to growth, covering both retail and technology. New York-based Boxed provides warehouse club-style shopping — including groceries, pantry items, household staples, HBA, office supplies, and organic and green products — through its website and mobile app. Consumers and businesses can buy club-sized packages with free two-day delivery in the continental U.S. on purchases of over $49, without the membership fees of traditional warehouse clubs. Members of the BoxedUp loyalty program get free shipping for a $19.98 order minimum. The company also offers Boxed Express, an on-demand delivery service for perishables, and in late 2021, entered the rapid grocery delivery arena via its first acquisition: New York City e-grocer MaxDelivery. “Boxed was private for almost nine years. So now, as we go public in a great way, I’m invigorated and recharged because I’m learning something new every single day now,” Boxed CEO Chieh Huang told Supermarket News in a podcast interview at the recent FMI Midwinter Conference in Orlando, Fla. “For the growth prospects of the company, it’s really impactful. As of our last earnings call at the end of last year, we had $105 million in cash. So being able to invest in growth, not only on the e-commerce side but also on the software side, I think is the biggest impact of the IPO. As part of its plan to go public, Boxed has launched a new income stream by licensing its end-to-end e-commerce platform as a software-as-a-service (SaaS) offering. The technology includes customer-facing front-end and back-end operational software plus homegrown automation robotics for fulfillment. In reporting fiscal 2021 results in mid-March, Boxed said it tallied $20.3 million in software and services revenue — an income source not present in 2020. “We now have two sides of the house: One is the e-commerce business, and one is the software business,” Huang said. “One thing that we’re really excited about is the B2B growth prospects,” he added. “Most people don’t know, but 25% of our business was B2B pre-COVID. And that just almost went away at COVID hit the United States. So seeing that bounce back is something that we’re really looking forward to.”

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Today we spoke with Dr Mark Rowe - MD, Expert in Positive Health & Lifestyle Medicine. Dr. Mark Rowe is a medical doctor empowering people to live their lives with vitality on purpose. Mark has been a practicing family physician for over 20 years. He is the founder of the Waterford Health Park, the base for Dr. Rowe's medical practice as well as the ‘Lifestyle Medicine Be Well Clinic'. The Healthcare Facility was a shortlisted finalist for World Building of the year at the World Architecture festival awards in 2010. Dr. Rowe has written books including ‘A Prescription for Happiness: The Ten Commitments to a Happier, Healthier Life', ‘The Men's Health Book' and his newest release, 'The Vitality Mark: Your Prescription for Feeling Energised, Invigorated, Enthusiastic and Optimistic Each Day', from Gill Books. As a life strategist and Keynote speaker, Mark regularly delivers events and workshops for organisations around the world, including his TEDx talk ‘The Doctor of the Future: Prescribing Lifestyle as Medicine', in 2017. Today we defined vitality, and elaborated on its place in the leadership triangle with vision and values. We unpacked why being an active participant in your own self care is crucial - and how a lifestyle-first approach to treat and prevent chronic disease and burnout is necessary. Mark dived into happiness, his self-development club, stoic philosophy, and key behaviours for us to be more vital each day. We are huge fans of Marks' podcast 'In The Doctor's Chair'; it was fun having him in 'In The Physios Chair' today with us. ___________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Key Timestamps (4:09) - The meaning of vitality (6:04)  - Living a person centred life and purpose (8:34) - Studying stoic philosophy (9:16) - Aligning your actions to your words (10:04) - Miracles are made in the clay, not in the stars (11:27) - Self-compassion and being kind to yourself (14:21) - Understanding happiness versus material comforts (15:21) - The importance of healthy habits (16:35) - Balancing positive and negative thoughts (17:44) -The best possible future-self exercise (19:14) - Connecting everyday activities to values (21:54) - Getting the process of sleep right (23:36) - Making movement a priority (24:18) - Dissolving feelings of anxiety by being more present (27:14) - Experiencing burnout and its consequences (30:34) - Distinguishing burnout from depression (33:00) - Stoic philosophy and applying it in life (36:30) - What does high performance mean to you?

Invigorated after some time off from the pod (and one another) the Kids have laid out the landscape for the 2022 election cycle from local to state and back. Plus, some insight on how szn 2 is panning out!

On this episode of The Federalist Radio Hour, Senior Editor Christopher Bedford joins Culture Editor Emily Jashinsky to discuss if the post-Trump GOP will have the stamina to survive another leftist push to turn once-Republican strongholds blue.

On this episode of The Federalist Radio Hour, Senior Editor Christopher Bedford joins Culture Editor Emily Jashinsky to discuss if the post-Trump GOP will have the stamina to survive another leftist push to turn once-Republican strongholds blue.

This, is summer island time. Sizzled by crickets, gusted to and fro by hot marshy breezes, a distant marine vessel softly thrums the air with a low soporific hum. Occasional planes pass lazily over. This is Allfleet Marsh on Wallasea island in Essex. East is Foulness and then the North Sea.    Down a steep bank from the trail that leads from the car park to School House viewpoint where the River Roach flows into the Crouch, a swath of warm grassland basks under the hot August sun. Sheltered below the ridge, it's quiet, perfect for a doze. A few yards away from the microphones, behind the waist-deep sedge, a tepid inlet reflects glints of the summer sun.   It's hot here. Dazzling bright. Invigorated, the bees and hoverflies and countless other insects are hurrying skilfully by. The gusting winds don't affect them. Being early in the afternoon, nothing much is about, except for the sparse calls of a marshland bird. A tumbling chirruping song, fleeting, with a bright yellow timbre. Hidden, but only a little way off, somewhere amongst the tall grass. 

After such a climactic end to the gospel accounts, you might wonder “what could possibly be next?” In other words, to the early disciples, how could life be anything but mundane after such a phenomenal experience? But that was hardly the case! Invigorated by Jesus’ defeat of death itself, the disciples spent their lives obeying … Continue reading "What Next?!"

如果你在中國生活，可能會聽到有人說「打雞血」 打雞血的意思，是指一個人特別有精神、幹勁，跟動力地去做一件事情。 這個俗語的來源，其實真的跟把雞血注射到血管中有關係。在中國文化大革命時期，確實流行過把公雞的血，注射到人的血管中來幫助治病的民俗療法。流行一陣子之後，有人因為真的注射了雞血而引起嚴重的不良反應，導致死亡，這個民俗療法也慢慢的被人遺忘。現在呢，只留下一句俗语「像打了雞血一樣」流傳了下来，形容一種特别亢奮的反常狀態。 Transcript:https://freshjulie.medium.com

The devil is in the details.Invigorated by thrilling television shows such as How to Get Away with Murder and Dexter, some people believe they can concoct the perfect plan to conceal a murder.  Throughout this season, we've asked our audience to send us their ideas of ways to hide a homicide.  Listen as our doctors examine and evaluate the most popular submissions on the basis of plausibility, materials needed, ease or difficulty of execution, and the autopsy findings.  Find out why a thorough medicolegal death investigation makes it very difficult to get away with murder.As a bonus, we invite Allison Arnold, a senior trial attorney with the Monroe County Prosecutor's Office, on the show.  She will help us better understand the corpus delicti rule, or "body of the crime", and how it pertains to prosecutions where no dead body can be examined.

This is Episode 2 (video and audio) of our podcast. We are still eyeing out some kinks, but we are doing our best to get better. In this episode, Rob and I chat about the moments we were reborn, and the greatest fears we face being parents. We appreciate you taking the time and checking our videos out; if you don't mind, please subscribe and like the video. Also, follow us on all of our social media platforms.   TikTok - @dadaandboy  & The_rob_03  IG- dadaandboypod --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/dada-and-boy-pod/support

The lakes, ponds, and rivers are cleansed and invigorated by the downpour of new rainwater and thus become most beautiful. Similarly, a devotee of the Supreme Lord who takes advantage of the beautiful and invigorating downpour of the transcendental descriptions of God found in Vedic literature finds his spiritual consciousness invigorated and refreshed. In this way his spiritualized body becomes very beautiful. [..] One, however, who is still immature in the cultivation of spiritual knowledge may be attracted at any moment by the illusion of temporary happiness, just as the ocean is agitated by the rushing rivers and blowing wind that occur during the rainy season. [..] The mountains, although being struck by torrents of rain during the rainy season, are not shaken, just as those whose hearts are dedicated to the transcendental Personality of Godhead are never disturbed, even when harassed by great misfortune. ••• links where to read the book: biglink.to/lightofthebhagavata & photos of all the illustrations are here www.sravanamdiaries.com/light-of-the-bhagavata/ & check our FB and IG pages for paintings per episode

Together with American Songwriter, we had the pleasure of interviewing Soft Glas over Zoom video! Cuban-born singer/songwriter/multi-instrumentalist Soft Glas shares his new single “Prudence and Poise" and the title of his forthcoming LP How Strange due out on March 19th. On “Prudence and Poise,” Soft Glas takes his wide-ranging musical influences that includes Cuban rhythms and styles and combines it with his own dynamic resonance. With stark, lightly poetic lyricism and drifting beats, Soft Glas delivers something relatable and cathartic. Thematically, the song explores how things are often beyond our control and that finding a sense of direction comes with many unexpected turns along the way.Soft Glas says this of his new single:“From a production perspective, it’s special to me because it’s a clear example of how I’ve internalized my roots without necessarily being conscious of it. Growing up in a Cuban household, I was very familiar with traditional Cuban rhythms and styles (though I wasn’t necessarily aware of their distinctions, names, or history). I produced the song instinctively, drawing from some of those rhythms I grew up listening to.A year after I finished this song, I helped my dad (Gonzalo Rubalcaba) produce/engineer his album ‘Viento Y Tiempo,’ a live album with Aymée Nuviola, comprising of new arrangements of traditional Cuban songs. Through working on this project, I learned about those rhythms I had internalized, and realized that I was using a variation of the Danzòn in ‘Prudence & Poise’. It wasn’t completely faithful to the traditional rhythm, but it was clear that the Danzòn had snuck into my subconscious at some point.”In December, Soft Glas shared “Cyclones,” the first single off his forthcoming LP. The track sits on the fringe of the bedroom-pop genre, with wistful, hazy instrumentals and jazz-infused guitar lines. Invigorated by vibrant yet serene melodies, the song is guided along with warm, yearning vocals. Narratively, “Cyclones” echoes the concerns of spending a lifetime in the mirror trying to pick apart all the things you couldn’t change about yourself. The song was accompanied by a day in the life music video featuring photo stills.Joao Gonzalez, who is behind the Soft Glas moniker, is credited as the mixing engineer, post-production editor, and keyboard programmer on the 2021 Grammy nominated 'Best Latin Jazz Album' Viento Y Tiempo - Live at Blue Note Tokyo from Gonzalo Rubalcaba and Aymée Nuviola.Pre-order Soft Glas’ How Strange vinyl due out March 19th here.More info:Growing up Joao idolized his father, renowned jazz-pianist Gonzalo Rubalcaba, and dreamt of becoming a jazz musician himself. While music was ingrained in his DNA, Joao’s own journey wasn’t all that easy as he was denied acceptance to Florida State University’s College of Music. Disenchanted by this news, he shifted his attention in college to Psychology. Joao dealt with imposter syndrome while attempting to keep the dream alive of becoming a full-time musician.After graduation, a spark ignited within. Joao picked up drumming again, relocated to NYC, and stepped into the role of music director and touring musician (Overcoats, Stalking Gia). Inspired by these experiences of working and touring with other artists, Soft Glas’ music explores everyday anxieties all of us tend to deal with. Soft Glas released his debut EP Dos in 2016 and since has released 2016’s Late Bloom, 2017’s Orange Earth, and 2020’s Stunned. He’s been featured on Spotify’s Bedroom Pop and undercurrents playlists and has garnered 9M+ streams across ~100K monthly listeners.We want to hear from you! Please email Tera@BringinitBackwards.com.www.BringinitBackwards.com #podcast #interview #bringinbackpod  #foryou #foryoupage #stayhome #togetherathome #zoom #aspn #americansongwriter #americansongwriterpodcastnetwork Listen & Subscribe to BiBFollow our podcast on Instagram and Twitter! 

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Pastor Gerald leads us through Ephesians 4

While on a red-eye flight to Washington, DC, opinion writer Arthur Brooks overheard an elderly woman whisper to her husband, “It’s not true that no one needs you anymore.” The man murmured something about wishing he were dead, and his wife replied, “Oh, stop saying that.” When the flight ended, Brooks turned around and immediately recognized the man. He was a world-famous hero. Other passengers shook his hand, and the pilot thanked him for the courage he displayed decades ago. How had this giant sunk into despair? Elijah bravely and single-handedly defeated 450 prophets of Baal. That was the problem. He hadn’t really done it alone; God was there all along! But later, feeling all alone, he asked God to take his life. God lifted Elijah’s spirits by bringing him into His presence and giving him new people to serve. He must go and “anoint Hazael king over Aram,” Jehu “king over Israel,” and Elisha “to succeed you as prophet” (1 Kings 19:15–16). Invigorated with renewed purpose, Elijah found and mentored his successor. Your great victories may lie in the rearview mirror. You may feel your life has peaked, or that it never did. No matter. Look around. The battles may seem smaller, the stakes less profound, but there are still others who need you. Serve them well for Jesus’ sake, and it will count. They are your purpose—the reason you’re still here.

Susan Smith Jones has made extraordinary contributions in the fields of well-being, anti-aging, optimum nutrition and balanced living the founder and president of Health Unlimited, a Los Angeles-based consulting firm dedicated to high-level wellness and human potential. A frequent radio/TV talk show guest a regular guest here on twia aso an international motivational speaker, Susan is also the author of many books on holistic health and lifestyle, including her latest celebrated book available worldwide entitled WIRED FOR HIGH-LEVEL WELLNESS: with us today to share simple effective tips to keep your mind and body invigorated thru the holidays and 2021 www.SusanSmithJones.mp http://www.bluefunkbroadcasting.com/root/twia/ssjholiday20201.mp3

Invigorated by discovering the identity of the monster, the party begins searching for help enacting their strategy. As the pieces come together, the final confrontation looms ever closer. Chip attempts to recruit a new ally. Isa comes on a little strong. Clay makes a trade. Come into the server and scream at us about DAQ: Unity! https://discord.gg/TAuSNEThe intro and outro music was Worlds Apart by The Nice Music Wizard: https://soundcloud.com/nicewizard/worlds-apartThe other music and effects found in this episode are as follows:https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RI0EGg-ikd0&ab_channel=EpicJourney-RoyaltyFreeZone

Invigorated by discovering the identity of the monster, the party begins searching for help enacting their strategy. As the pieces come together, the final confrontation looms ever closer. Chip attempts to recruit a new ally. Isa comes on a little strong. Clay makes a trade. Come into the server and scream at us about DAQ: Unity! https://discord.gg/TAuSNEThe intro and outro music was Worlds Apart by The Nice Music Wizard: https://soundcloud.com/nicewizard/worlds-apartThe other music and effects found in this episode are as follows:https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RI0EGg-ikd0&ab_channel=EpicJourney-RoyaltyFreeZone

While much of recent American history has been shaped by incremental change, the ongoing protests that have gripped the hearts and minds of a nation demonstrate that the time for deliberation has passed. Dr. Melina Abdullah, co-founder of the Black Lives Matter LA Chapter, has worked tirelessly to catalyze change both for those that rely on her most and in society at large, and expands on her perspective in this engaging conversation. TIMESTAMPS 3:34 Women of the Future As chair of the Cal State LA Pan-African Studies department, Dr. Abdullah has persisted as an agent of change for her entire adult life. She reflects on how her motherhood and advocacy have shaped one another, particularly as it relates to raising her two teenage daughters as a single mother. Her passion for a better world is fueled by a desire to enhance their inheritance, and create a society more geared toward their complete humanity.   4:52 Service through Self-Actualization  Raising three children alone is a daunting proposition under any circumstances, and the demands of serving as a high-ranking educator as well as a social activist make her a truly indispensable element of her community. Dr. Abdullah credits her work with Black Lives Matter with energizing her to express the fullest version of herself. She also takes pride in incorporating her various worlds, with her children frequently accompanying her to demonstrations and her oldest daughter ever taking an interest in community organization.   5:13 The Nuclear Family as a Limiting Construct For its traditional centering of white men and erasure of female voices and same-sex partnerships, Dr. Abdullah regards the nuclear family as a construct of white supremacy. As the ancient wisdom informs, ¨it takes a village to raise a child,¨ and Dr. Abdullah takes time to acknowledge the many members of the BLM movement who have taken an active interest in the development of her children. By drawing on the specialized skills and inclinations of each community member, the collective becomes stronger and more well-rounded.     7:26 Echoes of the Motherland Although the pictures were certainly stunning, Dr. Abdullah´s trip to Ghana was far more than a well-earned sabbatical. She describes her trip to the West African nation as a profound experience, detailing her palpable perception of her ancestors that called the region home centuries ago. Invigorated by the visit, she turns the conversation to the ways in which the COVID-19 crisis and the travel restrictions that essentially confine Americans to within their own borders have had an unexpected effect on her family traditions.   11:51 The Making of a Leader While her modern advocacy enjoys a larger platform than ever, Dr. Abdullah´s roots in the fight for racial justice in America are anchored deeply. She speaks on her formative years in 1970s Oakland, where her parents´ active participation with civil rights and community defense groups made an early and enduring impression on her. She also reveals how her years of study in the CSU system strengthened her commitment to the cause and the role the 2008 murder of Trayvon Martin played in putting her on her current path.   14:13 Confronting the Crimes In Dr. Abdullah´s view, one of the driving forces behind the minimization of violence against black Americans is the narrative that is formed through use of language. For example, where incidents of murder are reported as simply ¨deaths,¨ there is a failure to acknowledge the true extent of the harm done or the culpability of the killer.   39:44 A Decentralized Movement One of the biggest misconceptions about Black Lives Matter is that the organization is a monolith. Dr. Abdullah takes time at the end of the conversation to point out that BLM is a collaborative movement that centers groups instead of individual leaders, and emphasizes the role everyone has to play in ensuring black lives matter, and in ture, that all lives do.   Connect with Dr. Melina Abdullah: Twitter: http://www.calstatela.edu/academic/pas/Abdullah.php Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/docmellymel/ YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC5DX4wh-zu1HhTEKUAIk6yg  

Danny and George talk with Kat Mosley about what makes them feel invigorated. Follow us on social media: Twitter, Instagram, Facebook Follow Kat on social media: Instagram, Listen to The Leak, check out SUCS to be Quarantined Follow Danny on social media: Twitter, Instagram Follow George on social media: Twitter, Instagram For Black Lives Matter resources... https://blacklivesmatters.carrd.co/ National suicide hotline number: 1-800-273-8255 Elle by El - The Chris Cotton Shirt You can find other Wasted Robot Network shows here --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/feelfeelings/message

Romans 8:11 declares, " But if the Spirit of him that raised up Jesus from the dead dwell in you, he that raised up Christ from the dead shall also quicken your mortal bodies by his Spirit that dwelleth in you." This is no longer a promise but a present-hour reality because the same Spirit dwells in us. Glory to God!

Spending time in nature is a forgotten remedy to many modern-life issues. Let our guest Rachel Strivelli, life and business coach, guide you through easy ways to reconnect with nature and improve your general well-being GUEST GIVEAWAY: rebrand.ly/NatureGuide ====================== Connect with Rachel: FB: https://www.facebook.com/SoulPioneer/ YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCxWvOZKQ3PUdP7hbasX4PHg/ Pinterest: https://www.pinterest.com/thesoulpioneer/ LinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/in/rachelstrivelli/ ====================== Connect with Us:

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Juan C. Baret, a disabled veteran, is a former Staff Sergeant in the US Air Force and the founder of  Baret’s Bats. In Juan’s words “Baret Bats is the result of a transformative journey, which turned a challenge into an opportunity.”  Juan was inspired to start Baret Bats™ because as a disabled veteran, it became harder to keep up his active baseball lifestyle. In 2012, he made a last attempt in playing in a local wood bat amateur baseball league. As the season went on, it was apparent that he was not going to finish the season. But rather than focusing on the things he could no longer do, Juan chose to cultivate other interests such as: woodworking and design. And he discovered that for more than 100 years, baseball bats were hand turned using traditional lathe and chisels. In fact, the majority of players in the baseball hall of fame used hand turned bats and as we can attest, they made baseball history along with the bat makers that crafted their bats. Invigorated with this renewed outlook, he saw an opportunity to get back in the game by dedicating himself to the art and science of handcrafting baseball bats.  In this episode Juan: Talked about his humble beginnings growing up in the Dominican Republic and the things he learned from his mom who was a community activist. Juan moved to the United States at age 9 and grew up  in south Bronx next to Yankee Stadium Discussed his path to the US Airforce which saw him serve 9 years including a deployment to Afghanistan in 2011.  Shares how his life changed when he came back. He found himself in pain, struggling to play baseball and was also the parent of 2 young children.  Explains why he decided to start Baret bat’s Spoke glowingly about Warrior’s Rising, an organization we learned about in an earlier Episode  with Jason Van Camp Went deep on the challenges he’s faced in starting and scaling his business And called out people who think that money is a sauce that will lead to happiness. In Juan’s word you need to have a purpose Get ready to be inspired by a humble, hard working, military veteran and also get a glimpse of entrepreneurial life. Enjoy… You can reach Juan  at: Website: http://www.baretbats.com/  Please do not hesitate to reach out to me. I’d love to hear your thoughts, comments, and stories, or just make a connection. Facebook- https://www.facebook.com/stnwithtimalison/Instagram- https://www.instagram.com/screwthenaysayers/LinkedIn- https://www.linkedin.com/in/tim-alison/Screw The Naysayers- www.screwthenaysayers.com  Full Episode iTunes: https://apple.co/2LkWSPVScrew the Naysayers Episode Page: https://screwthenaysayers.com/podcastGoogle Play Music: https://bit.ly/2NBgqMvSpotify: https://spoti.fi/2MF5T6gStitcher: https://bit.ly/2uYCsRCPodbean: https://screwthenaysayers.podbean.com/e/205-Juan-Baret/

Invigorated by a implausible victory, the heroes stumble upon an unusual chapel.Become a supporter of the podcast at our Patreon page: http://www.patreon.com/glasscannon You can help us unlock goals for the future while unlocking fun GCP exclusive rewards for yourself!

Invigorated by a implausible victory, the heroes stumble upon an unusual chapel. Become a supporter of the podcast at our Patreon page: http://www.patreon.com/glasscannon You can help us unlock goals for the future while unlocking fun GCP exclusive rewards for yourself!

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We did some serious talking over 1986's Top Gun. Invigorated by the recently released Top Gun: Maverick trailer (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qSqVVswa420&t=5s), we decided to take a long look at the movie that made us all want to fly jets and unearthed some interesting thoughts and theories about this 80's classic... Like what is the reason why Goose is called Goose? Is Iceman the other half of Maverick's psyche? Is Top Gun also a coming of age movie? Listen in and find out. Watch the movie with us or listen to us on the go! You can sync up with us by pausing just after the Paramount logo fades to black.  If you like us, please take a moment to rate us and give us a comment. email us - soullessminions@gmail.com 

Hey hey!! We're back again and we're feeling great!! This is the sequel episode to Grumpy & Tired so be sure to check that one out. This week, we talk fierce friendships, the function of ego in comedy, & OJ's Twitter!

Mary Anne Hilliard currently serves as Executive Vice President, Chief Legal Officer at Children’s National Medical Center in Washington DC. Committed to the concept that the best way to manage risk is to prevent it, she has led local and national grant funded initiatives to share risk data and advance “high reliability principles” in order to reduce serious adverse events and associated malpractice harm. Rahul Shah is Chief Counsel and Vice President for Medical Affairs at Children’s National Hospital, Washington DC. He is recognized as a leader in patient safety and quality improvement and has chaired and serves on myriad national committees related to patient safety and quality improvement. Under his leadership, Children’s National has received numerous safety and quality distinctions.

Episode 32: Adult Child of an Alcoholic with Carly's Confessions Carly is a transformational health coach, trained chef and most of all, a fun-loving single Mom. Where she is today is a direct reflection of her health journey and now is on a mission to help other women change their lives.  She is a former party animal and recovering people pleaser until she realized she needed to make a change. That change came when she took a leap of faith and decided and to leave the corporate world. A scary situation that included leaving a steady salary with benefits and a baby on the way Carly then motivated herself to build her business from scratch while overhauling her entire lifestyle. This included the people she surrounded herself with, foods she ate, and most importantly, her mindset and spiritual practices. Invigorated by doing whatever it takes to be the best she can be for her daughter Ava, Carly uses her passion, care, and relatability to influence others to make the same positive choices. Carly is now a 4-star diamond coach in the ever so competitive BeachBody world as well as a food stylist. She resides in the Greater Chicago area with her daughter Ava and dog Tyson. When she is not helping people get better, she enjoys traveling, staying fit, cooking, gardening, and spending time with her friends and her boyfriend.   Topics Discussed... Child of an Alcoholic HOME(Family Dynamics) ~What was it like growing up in an alcoholic home? ~What's one word that would describe that environment? ~Can you see now as an adult the dynamics of the family more? ~Being a parent now, are you more aware of the damage addiction plays into the development of a child's upbringing? ~How are you Healing with this as an adult? ~Top 3 practices you use for your healing journey   To join our 30-Day Sober Lifestyle Club Follow us on Instagram Join our weekly Newsletter The Shame Campaign   Than you for listening, we appreciate you! Please rate and review our podcast.

WOW!! Don’t miss this crazy energized and motivational podcast with health and fitness Coach Carly. Her transformational story going from career women to successful entrepreneur will encourage you to live outside your comfort zone and accomplish your dreams. Her Bio and contact information is below. . Carly Orbon is a transformational health coach, trained chef and most of all a fun loving single Mom. Where she is today is a direct reflection of her own health journey and now is on a mission to help other women change their lives.  She is a former party animal and recovering people pleaser who realized she needed to make a change. That change came when she turned to fitness and decided to take a leap of faith and decided and to leave the corporate world. A scary situation that included leaving a strong salary with benefits and a baby on the way Carly then motivated herself to build her business from scratch while overhauling her entire lifestyle. This included the people she surrounded herself with, foods she ate and most importantly, her mindset and spiritual practices.. Invigorated by doing whatever it takes to be the best she can be for her daughter Ava, Carly uses her passion, care and relatability to influence others to make the same positive choices. . Follow Carly on Instagram https://instagram.com/carlys_confessions?igshid=2qyusyjmwsn5 Carly is now a 4 star diamond coach in the ever so competitive BeachBody world as well as a food stylist. She resides in the Greater Chicago area with her daughter Ava and dog Tyson. When she is not helping people get better, she enjoys traveling, staying fit, studying anything she can about the brain, having faith, cooking, gardening and spending time with her boyfriend. . . Divine Coaching Concepts – Coaching Spirit, Soul and Body/Inspiring Greatness. Equipping and inspiring clients to focus on their strengths resulting in profound achievements in both mind and body. . Want to work with Jen? She has a unique ability to simplify the overwhelming amount of information the health and fitness industry has to offer. Email her at lifebyjmar@gmail.com to schedule your first consult. . Direct Message Jennifer on Instagram at @jmarfit http://www.instagram.com/jmarfit FB Page - Life By JMAR Divine Coaching Concepts by Jennifer Martinez lifebyjmar@gmail.com

Block and Lot with Brian Meier. The Spring Market, does all this rain bring bidding wars?Tips on how to handle a listing agent who blows you off.Fresh perspective from our invigorated guest Juan Barreneche, the CEO of the Gold Bar Team at EXP Realty.

Cam Houser built an organization that transforms students into entrepreneurs in 30 countries. Invigorated by the challenges students face along the entrepreneurial journey, Cam has led 3 Day Startup from a student organization at the University of Texas to a global force for activating student entrepreneurs.

Quality Sleep may be more important than just feeling awake in the morning. Your body uses this time to do amazing things. Tune in to find out!

Red Stuff started out as an instrumental 2 piece in the winter of 2007 comprised of Kelly Wanderer on electrified autoharp and Tom Wanderer on electric guitar. This duo released a 4 song 7” in the summer of 2008, but were eager to expand the group and the sound. An early stint with drummer Peterson Kyuk-White got things off the ground, and his contributions to the Best Of Hot Rod Love LP and a handful of shows turned an esoteric musical project into a rock band. Joe Scheltema took over on drums for a memorable summer that culminated in the Pagan Rock 10”. After working with two drummers as many years, the current lineup was cemented in late 2011 with the addition of full time member Steve Tiber. After almost 5 years of playing shows but failing to capture new material in a satisfactory recording, a spontaneous night of improvisation was released as the Woodfaces album. Invigorated by this new approach, a long stalled record called Saccharine Underground was revived and completed. More than a decade in, 2018 finds Red Stuff working more than ever. The instrumentation often changes, and a song can come out of thin air or go nowhere at all, but the thread that brings it all together is the simple joy of playing in a band. Tune into WMSE’s Local/Live on Tuesday, November 6th for a very special fall membership drive edition and hear the newest from Milwaukee’s Red Stuff. WMSE.org to stream live or in the archives or simply tune your radio to 91.7 FM at the 6 o’clock hour. Local/Live on WMSE is sponsored by Club Garibaldi’s.

Kick It With Donna episode 50 – Freedom from Judgement Do you ever tire of feeling judged?  Susan Johnson is my guest today. She talks about her journey of freeing herself from judgment. Show Notes: My guest today is Susan Johnson. She is a health coach for her business called Invigorated. She also works for the Thermography Center of Dallas. Susan’s son Josh was born weighing 3lbs. 4 oz. Susan breastfed him for fourteen months. When she stopped, he had digestive issues that her pediatrician insisted was due to Josh’s low birth weight.  Susan was not happy with this explanation and became an advocate for her sons health. She discovered that Josh was intolerant of milk and soy.  Finding things her son could eat without becoming sick was her new norm. Sending Josh to school didn’t work out well because he was sick all the time.  Anyone with small children knows that kids get every bug known to mankind at school and then come home to give it to mom and dad.  This made play dates and extra curricular activities impossible.  Home schooling was the only option Susan had. She eventually found out through an allergist/immunologist that Josh had X-Linked agammaglobulinemia.  Yes, that’s a long name.  This is an inherited disorder in which a person has low levels of protective immune system proteins called immunoglobulins.  Immunoglobulins are a type of antibody.  Low levels of these antibodies make you more likely to get infections. There is always something good to be had in bad situations.  Josh is now 20 years old and has completed three years of college.  Life goes on for him albeit a little different from everyone else.

Wow, wow, wow!!! I can't believe this is Episode 300 of One Awesome Community!  Thank you for your ongoing listening!  If not for you, there would be no Episode 300 :-) I hope you are feeling the energy of starting a new year brings!  It's time to reflect and make some real decisions around your dreams and goals. I started my Podcast to bring awareness to my passion of Send Out Cards.  I've been a marketing representative and now an Appreciation Consultant with them for 12 years.  However, I've somehow missed the mark on that... So I began thinking what else I could do, maybe an Online TV show? So I started my research.  Picked out the website program, the best video system, outlined the sponsorship package, etc.  And was very 'invigorated' at the thought of a new project. Thankfully, a couple of  simple events re-directed my attention. And what transpired from those events will be revealed when you listen to today's show!  I can't divulge it all in the notes, why would you ever listen??? However, I will share with you here a quote that I share with you on the show.   "When you put together deep knowledge about a subject that intensely matters to you, charisma happens.  You gain courage to share your passion, and when you do that, folks follow." --Jerry Porras I talk about this quote in terms of the title.  Being invigorated and why I am sooooo excited. Part of that is that a lot of people start podcasts, but don't stick with it.  I feel really good about still being passionate when I put on my headphones and start talking into my mic! My plans for 2018 are to bring you more ways to hear my podcast and the platform where you can listen will be an awesome change...like I said, I AM INVIGORATED!!!!  ARE YOU???  Passing On A Smile, Gail   

David Baddiel investigates Bitcoin. What is it, and how does it work? Bitcoin is often in the news, but David has always been confused about what, exactly, it is. And with the help of two experts in the field David sets out to find out. He starts by speaking to Nathaniel Popper, whose best-selling book Digital Gold tells the history of how Bitcoin was invented. Invigorated by his new-found knowledge, his second interview heads in a more practical direction. Producer: Giles Edwards.

Welcome back to another scintillating episode of Danish and O'Neill. On our 87th edition, we kick things off by talking about a new study about swimming pools and hot tubs (propaganda!). Invigorated and motivated by the pool talk, Danish is compelled to unleash a Y update. After that, we need to cleanse our palettes with something fresh yet spicy. How do you do that? By returning to your roots. Horse talk. Yup, it's back! Then, we hop on the ol' Danish and O'Neill jet and fly to Ireland to talk about a mailman who got into some serious shenanigans. Cue some light air raid sirens...cause a story about a movie trailer gets O'Neill a lil' hot and bothered (just bothered, but it doesn't sound as good without the "hot" before it). When that concludes, we honor Scottie Maples by talking a little 60 Days In. Don't put those sirens away just yet! Cause a story from North of the border bothers O'Neill. More frequent flyer miles are coming our way cause we're off to Taiwan to talk about a special group who's spreading love with their hands. We stay in Asia for a much needed camel toe fashion update. To wrap up the show, we delve deep into Goonies and ask questions that no one has ever had the courage to ask! HEY YOU GUYS!

We're featuring an interview with bassist Larry Gray on this week's episode.  Larry's multi-instrumental path has taken him through performance on guitar, flute, cello, and piano in addition to bass.  Larry is in high demand as a jazz bassist in Chicago, performing regularly for decades at Joe Segal's Jazz Showcase, and he teaches at the University of Illinois at Urbana-Champaign.  Enjoy! About Larry Born on Chicago’s south side, Larry Gray is considered by many to be one of jazz music’s finest double bassists. His impressive versatility and uncommon musical curiosity keep him in demand as both a leader and sideman. Larry began his musical studies at the age of five when his father brought home an accordion and introduced him to his first teacher. Invigorated by this study, Larry added the guitar to his arsenal and studied piano seriously for many years thereafter. It was not until he was in his twenties that he decided to switch to the double bass. Larry went on to study classical music extensively, eventually adding the cello to his long list of loved instruments. His principal teachers were Joseph Guastafeste, longtime principal bassist of the Chicago Symphony Orchestra, and cellist Karl Fruh, a highly regarded soloist and teacher. Under Mr. Fruh's guidance, he received bachelors and masters degrees in cello performance from the Chicago Musical College of Roosevelt University. Throughout his long and varied career, Larry has worked with numerous exceptional artists and jazz legends, including McCoy Tyner, Jack DeJohnette, Danilo Perez, Branford Marsalis, Benny Green, Freddy Cole, Benny Golson, Steve Turre, George Coleman, Lee Konitz, Bobby Hutcherson, Sonny Fortune, Ira Sullivan, Junior Mance, David "Fathead" Newman, Willie Pickens, Ann Hampton Callaway, Charles McPherson, Antonio Hart, Jackie McLean, Sonny Stitt, Eddie "Lockjaw" Davis, Al Cohn, Randy Brecker, Nicholas Payton, Kurt Elling, Eric Alexander, Phil Woods, Jon Faddis, Roscoe Mitchell, Von Freeman, Wilbur Campbell, Eddie Harris, and Les McCann. In addition, he has collaborated with guitarists Kenny Burrell, Joe Pass, and Tal Farlow, as well trumpeters Donald Byrd, Harry "Sweets" Edison, and Tom Harrell, among others. Larry continues to tour extensively, performing at jazz festivals and clubs around the globe, including the Umbria Jazz Festival, the Havana Jazz Festival, Rio Sao Paulo Festival, North Sea Jazz Festival, the Montreal International Jazz Festival, ECM Festival in Bielsko-Biala, Poland, the Poznan Jazz Festival, Monterey Jazz Festival, the Montreaux Detroit Festival, the Chicago Jazz Festival, Carnegie Hall, Lincoln Center, the Hollywood Bowl, Village Vanguard, Blue Note (New York and Tokyo), Kennedy Center, and the Ravinia Festival, with such jazz luminaries as Marian McPartland, Clark Terry, Nancy Wilson, Frank Morgan, James Moody, Larry Coryell, Louis Bellson, Barry Harris, Dorothy Donegan, Monty Alexander, Frank Wess, Joe Williams, Doc Severinsen and the Tonight Show Band, Kenny Drew Jr., and most recently, Ramsey Lewis. As a classical musician, Larry played several seasons with the Civic Orchestra of Chicago, including a year as principal bass. He worked on many occasions with the Chicago Symphony Orchestra under master conductors Erich Leinsdorf, Rafeal Kubelik, Carlo Maria Guilini, and Sir George Solti. He also was the featured double bassist with Lyric Opera for the world premiere of the opera Amistad. Larry is an arranger and composer whose work has been widely recognized as uniquely melodic and exceptionally refined. His discography includes 1,2, 3,..., on Chicago Sessions, the solo bass record, Gravity, One Look, and Solo + Quartet, all on Graywater Records, as well as the Ramsey Lewis and Nancy Wilson collaborations Meant to Be and Simple Pleasures. He can also be heard on the Ramsey Lewis recordings Appassionata, Time Flies, and With One Voice, and the latest release, Songs From the Heart. Larry also arranged and produced the critically acclaimed CD, Django by Ferro. Furthermore, Larry has recorded with Chet Baker, Curtis Fuller, Ira Sullivan, Lin Halliday, Willie Pickens, Nicholas Payton, Randy Brecker, Bunky Green, Bob Moses, Irish flute-whistle virtuoso Laurence Nugent, pop sensations Linda Eder, Dennis DeYoung, and Peter Cetera, and songwriter Michael Smith, among others. In addition, Larry is a first-call studio musician, and his playing can be heard on many commercial radio and television jingles and studio projects as well as the PBS television series, Legends of Jazz, where he can be seen performing alongside Jim Hall, Benny Golson, Chris Potter, Phil Woods, David Sanborn, Chris Botti, Clark Terry, and Roy Hargrove. In addition, Larry's original composition for double bass and guitar, Five Movements, was commissioned and performed by the Chicago Symphony Orchestra Chamber Ensemble at Symphony Center in Chicago. Most recently, Larry has composed two commissioned works for the Jazz Institute of Chicago. Tribute to the Bass Masters Suite was premiered at the Poznan Festival in Poland in 2008 to much acclaim. A second work, String Thing, was first presented in Chicago in October 2010 as part of the Jazz Institute of Chicago Jazz in Chicago series. Larry also completed a collaborative project with bassists Rufus Reid and Joseph Guastafeste that was premiered in March of 2011 in Chicago. Larry Gray is also a dedicated teacher and is Assistant Professor of Jazz Studies at the University of Illinois at Urbana-Champaign. He also served for many years on the faculties at DePaul University and Northern Illinois University. Active as a clinician at high school and colleges and festivals thought North America, he also coaches various instrumentalists in jazz techniques as well as music theory, sight-singing, and composition. Subscribe to the podcast – follow on Twitter – Like on Facebook

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