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Okay shut up shut up we have to focus!!!We have the INCREDIBLE Franchesca Ramsey in the house, so we can't be distracted by things like 1) what Text Me Back even is? 2) if it is good or bad. Franchesca's presence punctures one of the central tenets of Text Me Back - for SHE has a podcast (Lemme Fix it!) AND she is also the iconic host of Webby nominated series We Were All Rooting for You. We have people looking into this, but initial reporting suggests that there may be other podcasts apart from Text Me Back. Seems suspicious, but we will circle back when we know more.And since Franchesca is the big brain behind Lindy's renewed internet fame, we're talking about our TOP CELEBRITY BEEFS. You'll never guess who we have called out, betrayed, and been blocked by. Thomas Lennon, follow Lindy again if you forgive us!! Sorry we didn't like that one movie you were in, buddy!!! And because we're talking about internet psychos, that naturally brings us to Tyra Banks, America's Next Top Model, and Jake and Logan Paul. PLUS: updates on the tumbleweed situation, stay tuned til the end!!NEVER LISTENED TO THE POD BEFORE? HERE IS YOUR STARTER KIT TO BEING BFFS WITH US!Hear the start of the tumbleweed conversation in Lindy and Meagan Apologize to the DJ DemographicMeet Kevin in: Lindy and Meagan Need to Talk About KevinLearn why they keep saying BBW in Lindy and Meagan Are Officially BBWsDiscover the Kayak Dad Lore in: It's Our First Episode!WE NEED OUR ACCOLADES! It helps people find the show.⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ (5 stars only please) on Spotify⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ (5 stars only please) on Apple PodcastsGive us Rave Reviews and Accolades on Apple Podcasts! REAL LIFE EXAMPLE:Upgrading our morning commute - My Martinelli-loving teenagers and I listen to this podcast together every morning on the way to school (parceled out over the week.) We adore Lindy and Meagan!SFLABRECQ WE ADORE YOU AND YOUR TEENAGERS AND YOUR MARTINELLIS!!!!STUFF TO CHECK OUT:Pre-Order Lindy's book!!!! Adult BracesCareless People book rec from FranchescaWe Were All Rooting For YouLemme Fix It@chescaleigh on YTAdults in the Room with our besties Ella and Isolde!!NEWSLETTER ME BACK (A FREE WAY TO SUPPORT THE SHOW!)Check out SWAMP PERSON Subscribe to Lindy's newsletter butt news!Check out our MERCH so we can make MORE merch!! (Patrons get a discount, so check us out at patreon.com/textmebackpod)Listen Ad-Free by joining our $12 Patreon tier Freakaconda!Subscribe to Lindy's newsletter butt news!Join our Discord! We're obsessed with these people.00:00 Intro02:45 Franchesca Ramsey On Reinventing Herself As A Social Media Consultant06:05 Are Social Media Algorithms Radicalizing Young Men?10:12 Why Powerful Tech CEOs Are Just Insecure Losers14:58 The Rules Of Going Viral Without Losing Your Mind19:07 Celebrity Beefs: LL Cool J, Erika Badu, And Getting Blocked24:52 The Let's Go Brandon Era And Right Wing Message Testing27:05 Jake Paul, Bad Bunny, And The Puerto Rico Tax Escape31:08 The Lace Front Beard Conspiracy After Jake Paul's Surgery38:04 America's Next Top Model And The Race Swapping Challenge44:22 Did Tyra Banks Have Good Intentions — Or Just A Vanity Project?49:12 The Fat Suit Episode And Tyra's Talk Show Delusion54:18 Why Admitting You're Wrong Is A Superpower58:02 We Were All Rooting For You: Behind The Audible Deep Dive01:00:25 Tumbleweeds Are Real And They Will Destroy Your Car01:03:45 Sex Negative, Snakes Positive01:04:28 Preview: Adults In The Room And Our Wild High School Scandal01:07:15 Grooming, Cult Of Personality Teachers, And The Early 2000s⋆｡°✩⋆｡°✩⋆｡°✩⋆｡°If you like this episode and want us to keep making the show forever, please subscribe to our Patreon. This podcast will always be free, but we need your help to produce it -- and if you support our Patreon, you'll get all kinds of goodies in addition to the show itself! Learn more about the different tiers and rewards here: https://www.patreon.com/TextMeBackPodAlso! Please keep in touch with us! You can text OR CALL us at the Best Friend Party Phone: (703) 829-0003.We're on Instagram at @textmebackpod!You can email us at deartextmeback@gmail.com!WE WANT TO HEAR FROM YOU SO BAD!⋆｡°✩⋆｡°✩⋆｡°✩⋆｡°TEXT ME BACK is a production of Lindy West and Meagan Hatcher-Mays, proud members of the BFF Network. Our senior producer is Meagan Hatcher-Mays. Our other senior producer is Lindy West. Our show is produced by Alli Slice.Our music is by Chief Ahamefule J. Oluo. Diana Bowen is our video and creative advisor. Our digital strategist is Chance Nichols.You can also follow the podcast on Instagram and TikTok @textmebackpod. And for even more bestie content, follow Lindy and Meagan on Instagram at @thelindywest and @importantmeagan!⋆｡°✩⋆｡°✩⋆｡°✩⋆｡°See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info. See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

As we wrap up the month, we have time to squeeze in one last love story. A tale packed full of potions, princesses, and even puppies, this one is right up there with Lancelot and Guinevere. It's the story of Tristan and Isolde. This week, Danièle speaks with Thomas H. Crofts about the Middle English Sir Tristrem, how its author adapted the poem for a new audience, and the wild and wonderful story of one of medieval Europe's favourite knights.This podcast is made possible by the generous support of listeners like you! To find out how to help spread the joy of medieval history, please visit patreon.com/themedievalpodcast

"Adults in the Room" is a new limited series on "Focus," KUOW's dedicated documentary podcast feed. In 1998, a popular teacher at Garfield High School in Seattle — named Tom Hudson — falls into a crevasse while mountain-climbing in Olympic National Park with six of his teenage students. The students pull off a daring rescue, saving their mentor with techniques he taught them. Isolde Raftery, a reporter for the school paper, initially plans to write about the rescue as a hero story validating Hudson’s leadership. But she learns he cut corners during the climb... and it wasn't the first time he'd done so. This discovery leads to a confrontation between Isolde and Hudson, and is the first crack in the teacher's legendary reputation at Garfield — which shatters months later.Support the show: https://kuow.org/donateSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Pierre & Galahad proberen heel cool te blijven, maar Daphne Bunskoek werkt niet mee. Direct na de langeafstandstragedie Tristan & Isolde, ontmoeten we elkaar in de kleedkamer. We krijgen flirtles. We leren de kunst van het verleiden. In de orkestbak wordt er collectief getwijfeld aan het tempo en aan ons leven. Verlangen is lijden. Wordt onze emotionele honger gestild? Breaking news of beter gezegd shaking juice: Een orkest flirt wel degelijk door middel van verwachting, aandacht, speelsheid en emotionele nabijheid. Precies zoals mensen dat doen, maar dan via klank. En tussen de noten, zacht en teer.. Flirt het orkest stiekem nog veel meer. Wij hangen aan Daphnes lippen en zij aan onze mooie noten. Muziek is net als het leven. Het is nemen en geven.Wil je meer Daphne horen, dan luister je ook naar haar podcast Daphne's hulptroepen.Abonneer nu snel op onze podcast en volg ons op:FacebookInstagramTikTokYoutubeRotterdams Philharmonisch Orkest Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

OMG. GUSTAV1000. HER. NÅ. I. STUDIO. Isolde, Teo og Eivind har fått den store æren av å få preike med Guvstav og Ulvar hele denne nydelige torsdagmorningen. Vi har snakket om deres nye album "LØRDAGSGUTT" og den kommende konserten deres på Parkteateret. Vi har også fått vite hvem de EGENTLIG er, hva inspirasjonen bak musikken er, og selvfølgelig fisket frem all the tea på hva som skjer videre for duoen.   Dette kan du virkelig ikke gå glipp av. Tusen takk til Ima på teknikk

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Die Musikwelt schaute gespannt auf den 23. Juni 1999. An diesem warmen Sommertag gab Nikolaus Harnoncourt in Graz sein Debüt als Wagner-Dirigent. Konzertant, mit Ausschnitten aus „Tannhäuser“ und „Tristan und Isolde“. Rechtzeitig zum 10. Todestag des Dirigenten Anfang März erscheint nun der bislang unveröffentlichte Mitschnitt dieses Konzerts. Eine Wagner-Revolution?

In ‘De afspraak op vrijdag' van 13 februari heeft Ivan De Vadder minister van Begroting Vincent Van Peteghem (CD&V) te gast, samen met politiek journalist Isolde Van den Eynde (Het Laatste Nieuws) en professor sociaal-economisch beleid Ive Marx (UA). Ze hebben het over de nieuwe Brusselse regering, de btw-hervorming en de bescherming van onze welvaart.

God torsdag kjære lytter! I dagens episode av Skumma Kultur har Isolde og Mikkel hentet eksperthjelp fra Nova FK: vår alles kjære Jacob

Böttiger, Helmut www.deutschlandfunkkultur.de, Lesart

Böttiger, Helmut www.deutschlandfunkkultur.de, Lesart

Böttiger, Helmut www.deutschlandfunkkultur.de, Lesart

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Schweizer, Marina www.deutschlandfunk.de, Sport am Sonntag

Det hjälper att ha sett avsnitt tre och fyra av Shaolin Heroes innan du lyssnar på det här avsnittet.Följ Isolde: https://www.instagram.com/isoldeosbeck/Se Shaolin Heroes: https://www.svtplay.se/shaolin-heroesKlippt av klipparpojken.Allt om och med oss: https://beacons.ai/haveristernaVinjett av Dubmood: https://dubmood.bandcamp.comGrafik av Christoffer Svanströmer: https://www.instagram.com/csvanstromer Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

God tirsdag godtfolk! I dag drømmer Eivind, Sofie og Isolde seg bort til et liv i en sitcom. Kinoen har fått nytt liv og Sofie har sine ferske refleksjoner fra en tur til ekvator. Grammys skjedde, det fikk ikke Eivind med seg. Han har derimot fått med seg Mette Marits Epstein-flørt, han og Isolde slår derfor et slag for avskaffelse, men Sofie er ikke helt enig...Takk til Petter på fette sprut teknikk!!!!Ha en god dag godtfolk! 

KRONPRINSESSA ER I EPSTEIN-LISTA? MIKKEL OLSEN ER TILBAKE!?!? ... med andre ord brenner kulturbildet! Skumpisene tenner lys for alle millioner av KI-kjærester som blir skrudd av, Grammys skjedde og de problematiserer Meta-briller! Lytt da, fordi Mikkel, Mikkel, Isolde og Christian har mye på hjertet!Takk til sistnevt på teknikk

Det hjälper att ha sett avsnitt ett och två av Shaolin Heroes innan du lyssnar på det här avsnittet.Följ Isolde: https://www.instagram.com/isoldeosbeck/Se Shaolin Heroes: https://www.svtplay.se/shaolin-heroesKlippt av klipparpojken.Allt om och med oss: https://beacons.ai/haveristernaVinjett av Dubmood: https://dubmood.bandcamp.comGrafik av Christoffer Svanströmer: https://www.instagram.com/csvanstromer Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

DET ER FREDAG OG HELG!Idag sitter de tre vise young certified hoes i studio AKA Andreas, Isolde og Mikkel! Denne fredagsmorgenen kommer vi med spådommer om Oscar-utdelingen. Vi anbefaler i tillegg "Den stundesløse" på Nationaltheateret, og vi diskuterer Sydney Sweeneys nyeste PR-stunt. Isolde har sett Tabu med Lars Berrum og kan anbefale det. Lurer du på hva som skjer i helga? Åhhh herreguuud vi har svaret!!Tusen takk til AK på teknikk!!!

Aelin is still with Maeve and the cousins are still in Part 1 of Kingdom of Ash, chapters 13 - 24, by Sarah J. Maas, the FINAL book in the Throne of Glass (TOG) series. Did you forget Chaol and Yrene were there? Did Tristan and Isolde's 2006 kiss inspire Manon's heritage? Could you ignore a severed head if one rolled on your toe? Safe if you've read this far in the series, and no cross Sarah J. Maas universe spoilers. Send emails and voice memos to sandtfaemail@gmail.com!   Season 1: A Court of Thorns and Roses (ACOTAR) series Seasons 2: Throne of Glass (TOG) series

GOOOD MANDAG! I dag har bestejentene Isolde, Adina og Mari snakket om Harry Styles comeback, Beckham familiedramaet, og tatt lytteren med på en turbulent reise gjennom hele følelsesregisteret. Send Isolde dm på Instagram om du vil dra på Karpe World sammen med henne

Influencer death match!Den fantastiskt roliga instagram-profilen Isolde Osbeck gästar podden för att utreda sin egen skuggsida förkroppsligad: Saskia Cort. "Skaparen" av "killar tänker på romarriket"-trenden och besökare av Elle-galan. Hur kommer det sig att hon har allt som Isolde vill ha, och kan hon egentligen hantera det? Lyssna nu för svar! ps. Skicka gärna Isolde till valfri gala, det förtjänar hon.

God fredag!! I studio har Teodor, Isolde, Karen og Christian på teknikk prata høl i hue på hverandre. Vi har diskutert krigsangst, revykultur og kulturvåren vi har i vente. Teodor er mega klar for divergenskulturen der alle teknologiske dingsebomser kommer tilbake. Isolde har en spennende kveld i vente, og Karen gir henne tips om og drå på eventyrdate på Sinsens nabolagsbar, langt langt borte. God helg kjære lyttere!!

In ‘De afspraak op vrijdag' van 16 januari heeft Ivan De Vadder minister van Defensie Theo Francken (N-VA) te gast, samen met politiek journalist van Het Laatste Nieuws Isolde Van den Eynde en professor internationale politiek Sven Biscop (UGent). Ze hebben het over de toekomst van Groenland, het protest in Iran en N-VA binnen de regering.

Neli aastat tagasi lavastati Vanemuise teatri ajaloos esimest korda Richard Wagneri ooper, ja mitte lihtsalt Richard Wagneri ooper, vaid „Tristan ja Isolde“! Viimane etendus toimub 25. jaanuaril, selle eel on saates külas Tristani osatäitja Mati Turi, kelle sõnul on tema jaoks olemas Wagneri ooperid ja siis - Wagneri „Tristan ja Isolde“. Saatejuht on Tiiu Rööp.

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Fluent Fiction - Dutch: Unveiling Delphi: A Family Secret Unearthed Find the full episode transcript, vocabulary words, and more:fluentfiction.com/nl/episode/2026-01-12-08-38-20-nl Story Transcript:Nl: De lucht was helder en de geur van versgebakken brood vulde de lucht.En: The sky was clear, and the scent of freshly baked bread filled the air.Nl: Sanne liep voorzichtig over de stenen van de oude ruïnes van Delphi.En: Sanne walked carefully over the stones of the old ruins of Delphi.Nl: Het was winter, en de kou beet zachtjes in haar wangen.En: It was winter, and the cold gently nipped at her cheeks.Nl: Maar dat deerde haar niet.En: But that did not bother her.Nl: Ze was hier met een doel: een geheim oplossen dat haar familie al generaties lang achtervolgde.En: She was here with a purpose: to solve a secret that had haunted her family for generations.Nl: Naast haar stonden Isolde en Bram.En: Beside her stood Isolde and Bram.Nl: Bram, een collega-archeoloog, was sceptisch.En: Bram, a fellow archaeologist, was skeptical.Nl: "Sanne, je theorieën zijn te fantasierijk," zei hij terwijl hij een oude kaart bestudeerde.En: "Sanne, your theories are too imaginative," he said while studying an old map.Nl: Maar Sanne wist wat ze voelde.En: But Sanne knew what she felt.Nl: Er was iets speciaals hier.En: There was something special here.Nl: Iets dat haar riep.En: Something that was calling her.Nl: De stad beneden hield een festival.En: The city below was holding a festival.Nl: Lichten twinkelden tussen de bomen, en je kon de zachte muziek horen tot boven op de heuvel.En: Lights twinkled among the trees, and you could hear the soft music even atop the hill.Nl: Perfecte timing, dacht Sanne.En: Perfect timing, Sanne thought.Nl: Iedereen was afgeleid.En: Everyone was distracted.Nl: Dit was haar kans.En: This was her chance.Nl: Zonder iets te zeggen, glipte Sanne weg van de groep.En: Without saying anything, Sanne slipped away from the group.Nl: Ze volgde een pad dat ze al eerder had onderzocht.En: She followed a path she had investigated before.Nl: Daar was een plek die haar steeds opnieuw aantrok.En: There was a place that kept drawing her back.Nl: Ze ademde diep in en liep verder, haar lampje verlichtte de weg.En: She took a deep breath and walked on, her flashlight illuminating the way.Nl: Binnen de muren van een oud bouwwerk vond ze eindelijk wat ze zocht.En: Within the walls of an old structure, she finally found what she was looking for.Nl: Een kleine opening, bijna verborgen achter een stapel keien.En: A small opening, almost hidden behind a pile of stones.Nl: Ze duwde zich erdoorheen, haar hart bonkend van verwachting.En: She squeezed through it, her heart pounding with expectation.Nl: De kamer voelde oud aan.En: The room felt ancient.Nl: De muren droegen de sporen van de tijd, maar waren sterk.En: The walls bore the marks of time, but were strong.Nl: Sanne gleed bijna uit op de natte stenen vloer, een plotselinge beweging hield haar net op de been.En: Sanne almost slipped on the wet stone floor, a sudden movement just keeping her on her feet.Nl: Ze haalde diep adem, de echo van haar kloppende hart weerkaatste in de ruimte.En: She took a deep breath, the echo of her pounding heart resonating in the space.Nl: Voor haar lag een oude kist.En: In front of her lay an old chest.Nl: Met trillende vingers maakte Sanne het open.En: With trembling fingers, Sanne opened it.Nl: Binnenin lag een scroll, bedekt met symbolen.En: Inside was a scroll, covered with symbols.Nl: Bekende tekens.En: Familiar marks.Nl: Tekens die ze al eerder had gezien in het dagboek van haar oma.En: Marks she had seen before in her grandmother's journal.Nl: Buiten hoorde ze geroezemoes, de stemmen van Bram en Isolde die haar zochten.En: Outside, she heard murmurings, the voices of Bram and Isolde searching for her.Nl: Maar Sanne bleef staan, haar blik gefixeerd op de boodschap voor haar.En: But Sanne stood still, her gaze fixed on the message before her.Nl: Het was een bevestiging.En: It was a confirmation.Nl: Een antwoord dat ze had gehoopt te vinden.En: An answer she had hoped to find.Nl: Met elke tekenset werd haar familieverhaal duidelijker, en Sanne voelde een gevoel van voldoening over zich heen komen.En: With each set of symbols, her family story became clearer, and Sanne felt a sense of fulfillment wash over her.Nl: Ze wist nu dat haar onderzoek niet vergeefs was geweest.En: She knew now that her research had not been in vain.Nl: Toen ze naar buiten liep, straalde ze met een nieuwe zekerheid.En: As she walked outside, she beamed with new certainty.Nl: Sanne wist dat ze nooit alleen was geweest.En: Sanne knew she had never been alone.Nl: De band met haar verleden was sterker dan ooit.En: The bond with her past was stronger than ever.Nl: En terwijl de winterwind haar gezicht kietelde, fluisterde ze zacht: "Dank je, Delphi."En: And as the winter wind tickled her face, she whispered softly, "Thank you, Delphi." Vocabulary Words:scent: geurruins: ruïnesnipped: beetpurpose: doelhaunted: achtervolgdeskeptical: sceptischtheories: theorieënimaginative: fantasierijkinvestigated: onderzochtilluminating: verlichtteancient: oudbore: droegensqueezed: duwdeexpectation: verwachtingtrembling: trillendesymbols: symbolenmurmurings: geroezemoesconfirmation: bevestigingfulfillment: voldoeningsolution: oplossingdistracted: afgeleidpath: padecho: weerspiegeldedrew: trokscroll: scrolljournal: dagboekmarks: sporenchest: kistcertainty: zekerheidbonds: band

NEEIIIIIIIIIIIII, det er tid for årets siste sending; men frykt ikke, den er hvertfall jæææævlig bra. Vi wrapper opp året som har vært, og predicter hva som skal skje i 2026. Isolde forteller om en traumatiserende hendelse på jernbanetorget, Sander snakker om den nye Netflix dokumentaren om Diddy, mens Lotte forteller om sitt cush på en rev, nemlig han digge fra Zootropolis 2. Vi guider deg også selvølfgelig gjennom hva du kan finne på i hovedstaden i jula. Vi vet du nok er svært lei deg for at vi tar en aldri så liten juleferie, men FRYKT IKKE, vi er selvølfgelig fortsatt å se på Instagram, @skummakultur, hvor vi poster helt frem til selveste julaften. Så høres vi igjen på lufta neste år. Tusen takk for i år, kjære lytter. WE LOVE YOU. Tusen takk til stjerna Emma på teknikk

Hold dere fast, for i dagens episode blir dere tatt med på en sinnsyk reise, nemlig promillens reise. Det hele åpnes av en tastetest av diverse drikker som kanskje, eller kanskje ikke, inneholder alkohol. Vi diskuterer sjenking under VM, Hunger Games, but better, hvordan man fortsatt kan være digg, selv om det er kaldt ute og det å dra ut 2. juledag. Vi avslutter det hele med et aldri så lite nach. God advendttid. Stay drunk. I studio har vi Mikkel, Adina og Isolde, i tillegg til verdens beste Quang på teknikk!!!!

This week, Donald Macleod explores Wagner's world of dreams – musical, romantic and revolutionary. Wagner didn't just write operas; he imagined entire worlds, reshaping reality to fit his ideals. His stories blur fact and fantasy, turning myth into truth and politics into drama. From youthful ambitions and radical uprisings to scandal, patronage and the creation of Bayreuth, we follow a composer whose dreams were as grand as his music.Götterdämmerung, Act III: Siegfried's Funeral March Die Feen, Act II: Weh uns, weh!; O musst du, Hoffnung, schwinden Piano Sonata in B-flat Major, WWV 21, Op. 1 (ii. Larghetto) Lohengrin, Act III: Prelude and Bridal Chorus Das Liebesverbot, Act 1: Kennst du das Leid der Elternlosen; Herbei, betrognes Volk The Flying Dutchman, Extract from Act III Rienzi, Overture Das Rheingold, Prelude and Scene 1 Tristan und Isolde, Act 3: Isoldes Liebestod Albumblatt (arr. August Wilhelmj) Huldigungsmarsch Lohengrin, Act III: In fernem Land “Grail Narration” Tristan und Isolde, Extract from Act II Siegfried, Love duet from Act III Scene 3 Parsifal, Act III Suite, ed. Abbado: Good Friday Music Siegfried, extract from Act II Scene 1 Kinder-Katechismus Die Walküre, Act III Scene 3: Wotan's Farewell and Magic Fire MusicPresented by Donald Macleod. Produced by Ellie Ajao for BBC Audio Wales & West.For full track listings, including artist and recording details, and to listen to the pieces featured in full (for 30 days after broadcast) head to the series page for Richard Wagner: https://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/m002m0kk.And you can delve into the A-Z of all the composers we've featured on Composer of the Week here: http://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/articles/3cjHdZlXwL7W41XGB77X3S0/composers-a-to-z.

Thanksgiving shows on a ThursdayFirst, a look at the events of the day.Then, Amos ‘n' Andy, originally broadcast November 20, 1949, 76 years ago,  Thanksgiving Show.   Thanksgiving's approaching, and once again Sapphire's relatives are coming to visit. A turkey falls off a truck right in front of the Kingfish, but his conscience bothers him. Will one turkey lead to a life of crime?Followed by Let George Do It starring Bob Bailey, originally broadcast November 20, 1950, 75 years ago, Cause for Thanksgiving.   A Thanksgiving story about a tough ten-year-old boy who refuses to talk. Is it psychic shock?Then, The Cavalcade of America, originally broadcast November 20, 1951, 74 years ago, The Path of Praise.  The history of Thanksgiving.Followed by Jeff Regan Investigator starring Jack Webb, originally broadcast November 20, 1948, 77 years ago, Pilgrim's Progress.  At a Thanksgiving turkey shoot, Regan gets the bird and it's not the turkey that gets shot, it's Miles Standish!Finally, Claudia, originally broadcast November 20, 1947, 78 years ago, A Night at the Opera.    It's Donald Duck vs. Tristan and Isolde...and no contest. Kathryn Bard and Paul Crabtree star.Thanks to Laurel for supporting our podcast by using the Buy Me a Coffee function at http://classicradio.streamCheck out Professor Bees Digestive Aid at profbees.com and use my promo code WYATT to save 10% when you order! If you like what we do here, visit our friend Jay at http://radio.macinmind.com for great old-time radio shows 24 hours a day

Die Gartensaison neigt sich dem Ende zu. Jetzt ist Pflanzzeit für wurzelnackte Gehölze, empfindliche Pflanzen müssen vor der Kälte geschützt werden. Welche Arbeiten sonst noch so anstehen, erfahren wir von Isolde Keil-Vierheilig. Die Gartenexpertin ist bei Edith Schowalter zu Gast und beantwortet auch Hörerfragen.

Fluent Fiction - French: Mystery Unveiled: The Heist of Carcassonne's Hidden Brooch Find the full episode transcript, vocabulary words, and more:fluentfiction.com/fr/episode/2025-11-03-23-34-02-fr Story Transcript:Fr: Le vent d'automne soufflait doucement dans les rues pavées de Carcassonne, portant avec lui l'odeur enivrante des épices et du pain tout juste sorti du four.En: The autumn wind gently blew through the cobblestone streets of Carcassonne, carrying with it the intoxicating smell of spices and freshly baked bread.Fr: Au cœur du marché animé, Étienne se fraya un chemin parmi la foule.En: At the heart of the bustling market, Étienne made his way through the crowd.Fr: Il était un simple scribe, mais aujourd'hui, il avait une mission bien plus excitante.En: He was a simple scribe, but today, he had a much more exciting mission.Fr: Un jour plus tôt, un héritage précieux avait disparu du stand d'un marchand royal.En: One day earlier, a precious heirloom had disappeared from a royal merchant's stall.Fr: Ce n'était pas n'importe quel objet, c'était une broche en or ornée de pierres précieuses, transmise de génération en génération.En: It was not just any object; it was a golden brooch adorned with gemstones, passed down from generation to generation.Fr: Les rumeurs allaient bon train, et la colère du marchand résonnait à travers le marché.En: Rumors spread like wildfire, and the merchant's anger echoed through the market.Fr: Étienne savait qu'il devait faire quelque chose.En: Étienne knew he had to do something.Fr: Il avait toujours aimé résoudre des mystères.En: He had always loved solving mysteries.Fr: Mais seul, il ne pouvait pas réussir.En: But alone, he couldn't succeed.Fr: Alors, il décida de demander de l'aide à Isolde, la fille du boulanger.En: So, he decided to ask for help from Isolde, the baker's daughter.Fr: Elle était vive et connaissait bien tous les recoins du marché.En: She was sharp and knew all the market's nooks and crannies well.Fr: « Isolde, j'ai besoin de toi », dit-il en lui expliquant la situation.En: "Isolde, I need you," he said, explaining the situation to her.Fr: Elle hocha la tête.En: She nodded.Fr: « Très bien, mais je veux une part de la récompense », répondit-elle avec un sourire malin.En: "Very well, but I want a share of the reward," she replied with a sly smile.Fr: Ils commencèrent leur enquête en observant les stands.En: They began their investigation by observing the stalls.Fr: Le brouhaha du marché rendait la tâche difficile, mais Étienne avait l'œil vif.En: The market's hubbub made the task difficult, but Étienne had a keen eye.Fr: Isolde, quant à elle, prêta attention aux commérages circulant parmi les vendeurs.En: Isolde, on the other hand, paid attention to the gossip circulating among the vendors.Fr: Ensemble, ils formaient une équipe redoutable.En: Together, they formed a formidable team.Fr: Au bout de plusieurs heures, un indice les mena directement au stand d'un marchand rival.En: After several hours, a clue led them directly to the stall of a rival merchant.Fr: Étienne remarqua que le marchand devenait nerveux dès qu'ils s'approchaient de ses affaires.En: Étienne noticed that the merchant became nervous as they approached his goods.Fr: Il échangea un regard avec Isolde.En: He exchanged a glance with Isolde.Fr: Ils savaient qu'ils tenaient quelque chose.En: They knew they were onto something.Fr: Ils attendirent le moment propice.En: They waited for the right moment.Fr: À la tombée de la nuit, alors que la place se vidait, Étienne et Isolde s'approchèrent du stand.En: At nightfall, as the square emptied, Étienne and Isolde approached the stall.Fr: Avec précaution, ils fouillèrent sous le comptoir et trouvèrent la broche, cachée dans un sac de tissu.En: Carefully, they searched under the counter and found the brooch hidden in a cloth bag.Fr: Ils devaient agir vite.En: They had to act quickly.Fr: Le marchand pourrait revenir à tout instant.En: The merchant could return at any moment.Fr: Utilisant son agilité, Étienne grimpa sur une caisse et appela à l'attention des rares passants encore présents.En: Using his agility, Étienne climbed onto a crate and called the attention of the few passersby still present.Fr: « Regardez ce que nous avons trouvé !En: "Look what we've found!"Fr: » annonça-t-il, brandissant la broche à la lumière des torches vacillantes.En: he announced, holding the brooch up to the flickering torchlight.Fr: Le marchand rival, voyant son plan découvert, tenta de s'enfuir mais fut pris par les gardes du marché alertés par le vacarme.En: The rival merchant, seeing his plan uncovered, tried to flee but was caught by the market guards, alerted by the commotion.Fr: Le marchand royal, reconnaissant, remercia Étienne et Isolde pour leur courage et leur ruse.En: The royal merchant, grateful, thanked Étienne and Isolde for their courage and cunning.Fr: Le lendemain, lors du rassemblement du marché, Étienne fut acclamé comme un héros.En: The next day, during the market gathering, Étienne was hailed as a hero.Fr: Il n'était plus juste un scribe, mais un fin détective aux yeux de tous.En: He was no longer just a scribe but a skilled detective in everyone's eyes.Fr: Isolde et lui partagèrent la récompense, heureux et satisfaits.En: Isolde and he shared the reward, happy and satisfied.Fr: Cette aventure avait transformé Étienne.En: This adventure had transformed Étienne.Fr: Il avait prouvé qu'il était bien plus qu'un scribe et gagné le respect de la communauté.En: He had proven that he was much more than a scribe and had gained the community's respect.Fr: En marchant sous les imposantes murailles de Carcassonne, il se sentait plus confiant que jamais, prêt à résoudre d'autres mystères de la ville.En: Walking under the imposing walls of Carcassonne, he felt more confident than ever, ready to solve more of the city's mysteries. Vocabulary Words:the autumn: l'automnegently: doucementthe cobblestones: les pavésthe scribe: le scribethe mission: la missionthe heirloom: l'héritagethe brooch: la brocheadorned: ornéethe gemstones: les pierres précieusesrumors: les rumeursthe anger: la colèreto solve: résoudrethe mysteries: les mystèresthe baker: le boulangerthe nooks and crannies: les recoinsto nod: hocherthe reward: la récompensethe sly smile: le sourire malinthe hubbub: le brouhahato observe: observerthe stalls: les standsthe gossip: les comméragesthe vendor: le vendeurthe clue: l'indicethe goods: les affairesthe glance: le regardto search: fouillerthe torchlight: la lumière des torchesthe commotion: le vacarmethe detective: le détective

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Die Tage werden kürzer, die Nächte kälter. Zeit, sich um nicht winterharte Kübelpflanzen zu kümmern. Herbstzeit ist auch Laubzeit. In "Habe die Ehre!" ist Isolde Keil-Vierheilig von der Bayerischen Gartenakademie bei Edith Schowalter zu Gast. Sie gibt Tipps rund beantwortet Hörerfragen.

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Christian College Sex Comedy: Part 8 Rio & Mercy In 30 parts, By FinalStand. Listen to the podcast at Explicit Novels.             If I love women, I'm straight; and if I love men, I'm confused; does being Bi make me greedy? "You and me, the bitter end," she said softly, then gave me a hug. Then she punched me in the shoulder because she's not the weepy, hug-you kind of girlie-girl,, not at all. When we stepped off the elevator, we spotted Barbie Lynn and Cappadocia standing watch over my door. "Don't be late to your own party," Cappadocia joked. "Iona's been frantic. She keeps calling but neither one of you answer." I pulled out my phone, only to discover it had been muted. I glared at Rio. "That would be because I cut off the ringer on my phone," then Rio looked to me, "and Zane's." "Which reminds me, Cappy; could you manage to give Rio some private Karate lessons?" I inquired. "Hey! Why can't you teach me?" Rio grumbled. "I've never taught a lesson in my life and I only have two years of experience," I answered. "Does Barbie-luscious have to take any? Iona?" Rio snapped. "I took Karate my first three years; I'm just concentrating on Soccer this year is all," Barbie informed Rio. "Iona has already agreed to lessons," I smirked back at Rio. "I'm not going to do it," Rio declared petulantly. "I can't wait for Iona to put her down," Cappadocia told Barbie Lynn. "She'll make me so proud." "Rio, you haven't won a single fight since you came here; it doesn't have to be Karate, or Cappadocia, but learn some way of defending yourself," I pleaded. Rio glared at me. "Fine, I'll think about it, but I make no promises," she muttered. "I'll count that as a partial victory; let's go upstairs and see how crazy Iona has become," I said. As it turned out, Iona wasn't too crazy, had everything in order, and blamed Rio for my delay, life was good. I also discovered there was a new term on campus; girls had been 'zaned,' and 'to be zaned' meant an upperclassman had given you some chore, like singing popular music, reciting poetry, or some other far more romantic/humorous task than previous years had put up with. Freshmen were beginning to recognize hardcore traditionalists and would scurry to a friendly 'neo-Handmaiden' for a duty to avoid the oppressors. Things were getting to the stage where the freshmen began preparing tasks in advance to make them more appealing to the 'good' upperclassmen. They were posting sound tracks, dance tracks, literary and poetry readings, and some even acted like newspapers, doling out the daily news between classes. In a way, we'd remade our world; the onerous burden meant to teach us humility had been transformed into a vehicle that united our class in common cause and presented ourselves as a gift to be sought after, not a lesson to be administered. The best part of this was the minimal role I'd played. What I'd done by accident, they had forged into a strategy. Of course, that meant I gained a chorus of "Zane's" when I reached the top of the stairs, along with a hug-tackle from Iona before things were explained. Even then, freshmen girls would come up and touch me, kiss me, or even hug me. "My sister told me how miserable her first year was," was a common refrain, "but this is turning out to be such fun." I was so important that Iona had to consult with me on what I was supposed to say; I divided the gathering into teams with dedicated tasks, such as pick-up, trash removal, and glass pane replacement. Cordelia and a dozen others (mostly non-freshmen) began working on the electrical systems, bringing them up to code, while a junior named Philadelphia, head of the Botany club, worked wonders on the hydro-works. At eight-thirty, Christina and the Soccer Team showed up and we all began to woman-handle rolls of carpeting into the Solarium, roll it out, cut it to fit the dimensions of the room, and tack it down, carpet and padding both. At the end we had nearly two hundred students up on the roof, helping out and soaking up the accomplishment. I thanked each one as they left, holding only my closest friends behind. Heaven was hanging surreptitiously around my bed but I had a special purpose for Hope and Chastity. "Guys," I whispered to them, "I need something from you but it is secret." They clearly understood who I wanted them to keep the secret from so they thought it over for some time. "Fine," Chastity finally, grudgingly allowed, "you've not steered us wrong so far." "If you are messing with us, you know we will find a way to make you pay where it hurts," Hope made clear. "That's fair. What I want you to do is keep the others occupied all of Saturday. That's when I'm actually moving the furniture in and I think the Chancellor will be keeping a close eye on you five." "Why can't we tell Christina?" Chastity questioned. "I'm not sure Christina would appreciate the risks I'm taking," I lied, "and I'm even more worried about Heaven in case I have trouble with Gorman." They digested that, then nodded. For my part, I was straining the bonds of friendship because I had to secretly test loyalties. With or Without Mercy I had cleared out the place, kissed Barbie Lynn good night, and turned to deal with my last guest of the night when the rough part began. "I have a little problem," I told Heaven as she came into my arms and looked up at me, expecting a kiss. "Yes," she said cautiously. "It seems Rio went a little, okay, a lot crazy this morning and invited a date up to my place," I explained. "I'll kill her," Heaven growled. "Rio or her date?" I wondered. "You are right; I'll kill both of them," she frowned in thought. "Okay, our worst choice, for me, is that you go home," I suggested. Heaven didn't like it but was kind enough to note I declared this was the worse choice. "I could tell Rio to go away," I went on, "or we could settle in and let Rio and her date have the floor and the extra sleeping bags we purchased earlier today." "What? I don't have to share you, again?" she grumbled. "No. I figured that if either of them wanted a piece of me after we were done, they'd be playing with a comatose body," I told her, which slowly drove disappointment and anger from her face and replaced it with a smile. "Fine. So who is Rio with?" Heaven finally asked, in a way accepting the situation. "Mercy Chaplain," I answered. Heaven's eyes grew wide. "Mercy, Rhaine's kick-ass girl Mercy?" Heaven boggled. "The very same. Long story, but apparently Mercy likes, diligent, urgent, and violent attention," I answered. "There is one problem, though." "Just one? What is that?" Heaven questioned. "I had to buy Rio some toys," I confessed. Heaven looked for further explanation. "A strap-on or two, four dildos, two vibrators, a ass pug, and five scented oils." "One or two strap-ons, don't you know how many you brought?" Heaven asked dubiously. Sigh. "She has a 'whoa' strap-on and an 'Oh My Gawd' one," I told her cautiously. "Zane," Heaven sounded exasperated, "what inspired you to this bit of madness? Rio is a complete nutjob." Pointing out that Heaven was pretty insane too didn't seem wise. "She's my friend, and I figured it was better to help her get some stuff she was comfortable using, as opposed to using whatever junk she could find," I reasoned. "Hmm, I hate to admit it but I think you have something there," Heaven sighed. "So, can she and Mercy stay the night?" I managed to say after a minute. "You know what I'm risking; right, Zane?" Heaven urgently warned me. "You are who matters, Heaven. I'll tell Rio to figure out another night," I grinned. I reached for my phone but Heaven covered my hand. "She's your best friend," Heaven stated, "like Christina and I. I won't get between the two of you. And you've always stood by me so if I stay under the covers, we should be good." "I note you didn't offer to go home yourself," I pointed out softly. Heaven huffed and sighed. "Damn it, I'm horny. I've been imagining touching, tasting, and looking at your body all day long," she related, tapping my chest for emphasis. The resultant kissing led to me stripping Heaven's clothes off with exaggerated care and occasionally batting her hands aside as she tried to assist or take off mine. She trembled with excitement as I planted my lips on her neck, breasts, stomach, and hips. Right as I got her to kick the skirt aside, there was a knock at the door. "Get underneath the covers," I told her. I noticed her skip over to her book bag before she hurried to obey. Shoes hit the dresser as I headed down the stairs. "Look what I found," Rio gloated, as she pushed Mercy ahead of her. Mercy looked somewhat traumatized; probably still grappling with where she was and what brought her here. Slap! Mercy yelped and jumped into me. "Up the stairs, my slut," goaded Rio. The three of us proceeded to the Solarium, Mercy, Rio, and me pulling up the rear after putting my 'back stop' in place. No one would be barging in on us. We gathered around the landing with Rio getting ready to push Mercy toward my bed and the sleeping bags rolled out on the floor. "Rio," I cautioned, "you know what not to do; right?" We had discussed that Mercy's virginity was a no-go, period. I didn't care if she begged to have her cunt fucked. If Rio didn't like my rules, she could take Mercy to her own dorm room. Mercy didn't see Heaven until Rio pushed her to the foot of my bed. She looked forward, her eyes met Heaven's, and Mercy's eyes bugged out. "What! Not her! Please!" begged Mercy. Rio grabbed a handful of Mercy's hair as she pressed her body hard against Mercy's back. "No, Bitch!" Rio growled. "We are all going to fuck your ass tonight, and if you backtalk again, I'm going to spank you so hard you'll think your ass is on fire. Hell, I'll probably do that anyway." Rio hauled off and gave one crackling swat to Mercy's ass to drive the point home. "Now, who is in charge?" Mercy's whole body vibrated in anticipation. While there was definitely an element of fear, the lustful needs of her body and psyche were overwhelming for her. That kind of hunger was scary, actually. "You are, Rio," Mercy whispered. "What am I going to do to you?" Rio continued. "I don-, yank, "ah, anything, anything you want, Rio," she gasped in pleasure/pain. "Good Girl," Rio purred into Mercy's ear. "Now strip; I want to stick two fingers deep inside you to see what a fucking slut you are." Rio walked behind my wardrobe to retrieve the secreted goodies Opal had snuck in earlier. While she was busy, I stripped quickly and joined Heaven underneath the sheets. Heaven had her knees up, a pillow in her lap, her arms wrapped around her knees, and her head resting on her arms. As I sidled in next to her and wrapped my arm around her, Heaven rested a hand on my crotch. "Am I hearing what I think I'm hearing?" she whispered, then I nodded. "I don't get it. Mercy can easily take Rio; she's a first team Karate and Rio's, Rio." "Sometimes what you have leaves you empty and what you want sets you on fire," I explained. "Now let's sit back and enjoy the beauty of Mercy stripping down." That was intentionally loud enough for Mercy to hear. She froze up but couldn't meet our gaze, then when she finally started undressing again, Rio came back around with her black bag of toys and her bundle of clothes, Rio was naked. Rio stalked right up to Mercy and spanked her hard yet again: Slap! "Ow!" Mercy choked back a sob. Even Heaven shivered, and she was a past master of the slap. "Why aren't you naked?" Rio snapped with barely contained rage. "I, they were watching and, I, I was afraid," Mercy stammered fearfully. "Feet apart, hands on the bed," Rio seethed, but when Mercy (near tears) leaned forward with Rio at her rear, my friend gave Heaven and I a wink. Heaven nearly lost it. "Damn it, you are one useless piece of tail," Rio grumbled. "I don't know why I even let you come here today. Zane, is it too late to get Brandi to come here instead?" Mercy looked stunned, then ready to burst forth with the tears. "I'm sorry, Rio, but Brandi said she had a ton of Bible Study to catch up on," I shrugged. "Heaven, who was that freshman on the first level that was hitting on Rio Friday?" "I think her name was Naomi," Heaven guessed, getting into our little production. "I'll behave," Mercy desperately told Rio, looking over her shoulder to her mistress. "One more chance, you whore; now finish stripping, then resume the position," Rio demanded. Mercy was up in a flash, quickly pushing her skirt and socks down, shedding her shoes, and finishing up with her bra and panties. She was leaning over my bed looking down. "Head up," Rio demanded, once more pulling on Mercy's hair. When the head came up, "Lock eyes with Heaven. If you break that gaze, I'll make you go around without panties tomorrow, and I'm going to detail ten freshmen to pinch your naked ass before lunch." Rio proceeded to kneel down behind Mercy and start working over her cunt in an interesting teasing/aggressive pattern that Mercy really enjoyed. It didn't take Mercy thirty seconds to break eye contact, her lids closing in intense pleasure. When it hit her what she'd done, she gave Heaven a fearful, pleading look. Now Heaven could be a real bitch, as I could attest, and I could see her making decisions based on her own experiences, wants, and desires at that moment. "Rio, if Mercy keeps eye contact with me, can I get a taste?" Heaven asked. Rio flexed her legs up enough so she could look at Heaven over Mercy's back. "She's my whore, but if she'd good, I guess she deserves a performance bonus," Rio allowed. I responded to Heaven's actions by shifting my pillow behind her, then pushing her back and diving onto her left nipple. Mercy mouthed a quick 'thank you'. Rio suddenly started giggling. "God damn, Heaven, the very thought of being passed around like a Popsicle at a blowjob workshop makes my little girl wet as hell." Mercy flushed with shame. "Rio, you struck gold," I commented between stimulating tickles of Heaven's breast. "Women who are as responsive as Heaven is, and Mercy might be, are treasures." Mercy looked surprised and Heaven breathed heavily in response to my little bit of bedroom prose. Mercy immediately bucked up as Rio added a finger to go along with her tongue wiggling between Mercy's labia. Her finger coaxed her clit and dipped into the top of her cunt as far as it could go. "Zane, Heaven began. I continued to push her onto her back and slipped between her legs. Heaven's eyes lit up as I moved one hand between us and grabbed hold of her cock and began stroking it. She responded by reaching between us and stroking mine. It didn't take us a minute for our grips to be switching back and forth, and sometimes working on the same cock, but always in tandem. At the foot of the bed Mercy's growls became louder and louder until she screamed "Rio!" violently. That really got to Heaven, who picked up her pace, her eyes closed and her legs up so high her calves were resting above my hips. Her eyes flew open and that gaze pierced me and held me in place as she humped me harder, as her strokes became more erratic. "Zane," she whispered, followed a second by, "Oh, Fuck!" and her body pounded up against mine, ropes of semen splashing between us. We kept close, if now sticky, contact for some time. "Oh, Christ," she whispered into my ear as we panted face to face. "Does it keep getting better and better?" "We'll see," I grinned, then started kissing my way down her body. Initially she was totally engrossed in my progress but when I moved between her breasts and licked up some of her seed, Heaven tensed up. "Zane? Zane, Zane," she ended up purring. I didn't actually give her a blowjob, she didn't ask for one but I did clean her up, taking her creamy, slightly chalky seed away with my tongue. When I looked up, Heaven pulled me up and flipped me over so she could return the favor on me, cleaning up her semen off my torso. From there, she descended on my cock and began to suck me off with gusto. Her tongue made crescent licks along the base of my cockhead, then used suction down my shaft until she began pulling her lips along my ball sack. "Someone has been, reading," I moaned. "Someone's shaved down here," she giggled back between slurps. Slap, Slap, Slap, "Ugh, ugh, ugh," Mercy groaned, then whimpered when Rio disappeared behind her. "Eyes forward!" Rio barked. I had become lost in Heaven's, heavenly blowjob but the look Rio shot my way, eyes on fire and eyebrows shooting up with glee, brought me back to earth. Rio settled a hand on Mercy's hip and pushed gently forward, her hand holding something against Mercy's ass crack. I did notice that one of her hands held a tube of lubricant but Mercy couldn't see that. Instead, Mercy's eyes grew wide when Rio thrust forward. "Rio," Mercy said with trembling lips, "are you, then there was silence. "I'll pop your cherry whenever I want to, you cow. I don't give a crap about your precious virginity but I do care about making you scream," Rio taunted her, trying to sound stern and not to snicker, ruining the moment. "What are you going to do, with that, she requested in a frightened whisper. "I'm going to fuck your ass, Mercy. Then I'm going to let Zane fuck your ass, and then I'm going to take you to Church on Sunday and find a guy or three to fuck your ass as well," Rio growled, but her eyes portrayed intense amusement. "You are my whore and I'm going to use you like one, Mercy; do you understand?" "Yes, Rio," she whimpered, but there was an undercurrent of desire as well. "Can I have a go at her too?" Heaven asked eagerly. Rio looked surprised but nodded. "Oh, definitely, Heaven," Rio shrugged playfully, "I want to wear this slut out," then, "Heaven, can I borrow Zane for a bit? I need him to gape her open. I need to use her mouth for stress relief." "Umm, slurp, Umm, slurp, I don't know. I'm enjoying what I'm tasting," Heaven grinned. "Wait. Have Mercy come up here, lie on her back pointed to the foot of the bed," I suggested. "You can straddle her face, I can lube her up, and Heaven can keep working on me." "Get to it!" Rio said with a 'Slap' to Mercy's thigh. Mercy scrambled to do as I instructed, though I had to take some care to ensure Heaven had a pillow once more in her lap until she rolled over onto her stomach. Rio handed off the lube and soon we had Mercy's legs pulled back to the point that Rio held them to her ankles as she lowered her glistening cunt onto Mercy's waiting mouth. Heaven's head was between me and Mercy; she was taking turns sucking me off and ravaging Mercy's cunt. I rested an arm beneath Heaven's chin and lubed up three fingers. I teased the crease of her ass, brushing her anus several times. At the last two contacts, her anus contracted and pulsed beneath my fingers, letting me easily circle it and finally sink a fingertip on the opening. "Ah," Mercy moaned wantonly. "Relax, Mercy," Rio cautioned her mount. "Relax and take it, my little Fuck Bunny." Mercy's chest raised sharply, breasts jiggling like mountains about to unleash an avalanche, and exhaled into Rio's love box; Rio shivered in pleasure. Sure enough, Mercy's butthole relaxed and my finger slipped down to the first digit. The muscles squeezed down to slow my progress but when I wiggled and curled it, she flexed, then relaxed once more. I sank my finger farther and farther in until my fist parted her cheeks down to the bone. I let it settle there a moment, giving time for her to adjust, then began slowly strumming it in and out. I barely touched my second finger to her anus when Mercy screamed into Rio's muff and ejaculated fluids into Heaven's mouth. Heaven took everything Mercy had to offer and drove in with her tongue to harvest even more of her juices. Rio drove her cunt all over Mercy's lips and nose as her own orgasm approached, and Mercy's climax kept coming and coming like some building tidal wave. Mercy gave one last spasm and flopped down, unresponsive and struggling for breath. Rio was coming down from her own excitement but eager for more. She twisted off Mercy's cum-covered lips and knelt down beside Mercy's dream-touched face. For a moment, Heaven and I saw a look of real compassion on the Wild One's countenance. "Zane, keep up your work; Heaven, tear up that cunt, and I'll wake her up with my tongue and fingers," Rio demanded. She swooped down on Mercy's lips and began kissing and licking all over her face while tweaking Mercy's nipples with her free hand. Heaven and I kept up our attentions where we were. "Ah, Rio," Mercy pleaded weakly when she came around, "it hurts, I'm sore." "Oh, shut it; I brought you here to be used and abused, so take it, you little cunt," Rio cooed to her. Rio added a strange counterpoint to her words as she slapped one of Mercy's breasts, causing her to yelp and jolt. Mercy's ass kept contracting and relaxing, making my penetration with my two fingers a bit of an exercise in rhythm-nastic gymnastics, but her gyrations were worth it. My third finger opened her up with a squeal of pain and a sharp push against my penetration, driving me even further in. "Umm, Zane, I can feel you with my tongue. Her cunt is going nuts," Heaven noted playfully. Mercy was whimpering and moaning, one hand clenching the sheets while the other one had reached out to Rio's hair, stroking it gently. Rio was kissing her neck, shoulders, chest, and breasts with speed and tenderness that forged a bond between mistress and the subject of her attentions. "She's as ready as she's going to be," I informed Rio after several minutes as I finally was able to twist three fingers around her distended rectum without a reflexive contraction from the pain. "Okay, Mercy," Rio said, as she poised her eyes right over Mercy's, speaking gingerly, "I'm going to tear your ass up now." "I want you to scream, to cry, to beg, and I know none of it will matter because I'm going to break you in as my bitch," Rio told her, and while her words were terrifying, her voice was passionate and loving. "Rio, I, please," Mercy pleaded. "What did I say I'd do to whiny little sluts?" Rio reminded Mercy with deceptive calm. "Rio, I'm sorry. I'll be good, I promise!" Mercy begged. Rio got up on her knees and picked up the strap-on she'd rested just out of Mercy's sight when they got on the bed. Now she affixed it to her crotch and let the purple cock bob right over Mercy's lips. "Roll your head to the side, Mercy, and suck on it like the good stripper-whore you are. If you do a great job, I'll stuff a ten dollar bill up your cunt," Rio directed. She didn't have to repeat herself; Mercy popped the top inch inside her mouth in one move. It was glaringly obvious to all of us that she'd never given 'head' before. A minute into the process Rio pulled away, the dildo popping out of Mercy's mouth. "I would say you were bad but you're more like pathetic," Rio degraded Mercy. "Zane, I may have to hire you to throat-train this sorry sack of shit; I'd be ashamed to give Mercy to someone I hated, much less someone I liked." "Don't you dare turn your head away," Rio snapped as Mercy tried to hide her tears by burying her head in the folds of the quilt. "Her ass looks a thousand times better," I offered. "And this cunt is one of the sweetest I've ever had," Heaven lauded. "I'd love to take her off your hands and share her with a few of my friends." That was awful nice of Heaven. "Hmm, in that case, maybe I'll give my Fuck Toy another chance," Rio mused. "Do you think I should give you another chance, Mercy? Can you beg me for another chance?" "Please, Rio, give me another chance," Mercy parroted. "Tell me you want me to fuck you up your ass," Rio sneered. "I beg you, take my ass," Mercy tried not to sound too eager. "I want you to beg all of us to fuck you up your ass until your tears dry up, you brazen tramp," Rio pressed on. Mercy looked to Heaven and I even before the words 'brazen tramp' came out of Rio's mouth. "Please, Zane and Heaven, fuck me, fuck me until I cannot stand, rip me up; break me," she exulted. Heaven looked to me with a 'what the fuck' look stamped on her face. I shrugged. "Who goes first?" I smiled at Rio. "That would be me, of course; my slut, so I get all her holes first!" Rio declared. "Mercy, assume the position, knees and elbows; Heaven, give her a pillow. I don't want to be annoyed by her baby-girl moaning and crying," Rio directed. I tossed Mercy a pillow instead of having Heaven risk it. In seconds, Mercy was on her knees and elbows, ass towards us and face in a pillow. Rio settled in behind her, a maniacal explosion of excitement on her face she shared with me. Rio lunged forward and drove a full inch of her artificial cock into Mercy's asshole. "Ah!" Mercy screamed. Her whole body shook and her sobs weren't totally buried by her face pressing into the pillow. "Come on, now," Rio coaxed her. "Push back against me. I'm not going to fuck you because I want you to fuck yourself. Now push back, damn it!" Nothing, then a Slap, and Mercy's body jumped from the impact. She did start backing into Rio, though. "Faster, damn it," Rio growled. "Impale yourself, you know you want to," and sure enough, Mercy kept trembling but she pushed back harder and harder. I knew it had to hurt like hell but she had been stretched well by me and this was Rio's smaller strap-on. "Wow," Rio said softly to Mercy as she leaned over her back, "you shoved that up your tight little ass, you slut." Mercy moaned. "That was, awesome. I've never met an ass as hungry as yours and I've known a few professional whores in my time. Now tell me, 'I'm a great ass-slut and I want the world to know'," Rio teased. "I'm a great ass-slut and I want the world to know it," she gasped. "I need to make you prove it," Rio mused as she established a smooth rhythm with Mercy. "You could advertise her services?" Heaven suggested. "Good idea!" Rio agreed. "We could take photos and make a video or two." "No, please," replied Mercy in a panicked voice. "My parents would die if they ever found out." "Mercy, I'm going to create of a whole gallery of you taking it up the ass, post it on the internet, and e-mail your Dad the link," Rio threatened. Mercy began crying. Rio pushed Mercy forward until her hips were almost on the bed, then pulled her, and the strap-on, back until it was almost out. "Impress me, Mercy, and your Dad may not get a Christmas present to remember," she offered. Mercy stifled a few more sobs, then pushed back up against Rio and her cock. "Fuck, that feels good," Rio exhaled. "How about this, Mercy: I'm going to take a few select pictures of your tits and ass and then send them to your Father anonymously so you know what he's beating off to but he won't it is his little girl. Deal?" Mercy didn't respond verbally but she did keep fucking her ass on all of Rio's eight inches. I detected a certain increase in enthusiasm. I could tack on exhibitionism to the list of Mercy's intriguing quirks. Quickly, Rio began alternating spankings from cheek to cheek as Mercy slammed herself back. "I see your point," Heaven joked as I moved over her. "I can think of a few people I'd like to send a Christmas card to with a picture of her rear end on it." "Let me think about it," Rio pondered. "Mercy, how would you like to be the most popular slut on campus, the one all the girls want a piece of?" "How would you like to be the one all those other members of the Karate team are thinking about when they are rubbing their nipples and their clits in the shower, the one whose name they wished they could call out when they orgasm if only they knew who you were? Could you be that kind of whore for me?" Rio inquired. "Yes," Mercy whispered. When Rio pounded Mercy's ass painfully hard, Mercy began chanting, "Yes, yes, yes!" Heaven looked over her shoulder at me with a 'whoa' expression, then pushed forward, pillow covering her midsection, and grabbed hold of Rio's hip. Rio looked over her shoulder speculatively; Heaven grinned up at her, then kissed the small of Rio's back. With her free hand, Heaven parted Rio's ass cheeks and began darting her tongue lower and lower. I rubbed Heaven's back down to the point I was rubbing against her anal ring. "Later, Zane," Heaven scolded me in a highly pleasurable way. We had all night. "Whoa, Heaven," Rio gasped, "I take back all that wicked stuff I ever said about you," as Heaven's tongue darted over Rio's puckered hole. "I'm doing this because of all the bull you said about me," Heaven teased. "Then I take it all back, but only so I can do it all over again," Rio responded with bated breath. "Umm, I think someone is an anal virgin," Heaven teased right back. Rio laughed at the absurdity. "I'll give you mine if you give me yours," Rio suggested. Whoops. "I am Zane's now," Heaven replied without hesitation, "so if he wants to share me, I'll lie down next to Mercy right now." Rio looked to me somewhat hopefully. "Not right now, Rio; Heaven is the best piece of ass I've ever had so I'm not ready to share, but when we get there, you will know why I was greedy," I evaded. "I think you are in love with that tight little ass squeezing that big cock of yours," Rio laughed. "How about you take my place and let me and Heaven figure out who gets on top?" "How about you give Heaven the strap-on, and you and I FINALLY get a little personal time?" I offered, which I hoped was the best of both worlds. I could tell Heaven's cock was raging hard at the thought of Mercy's inviting ass and that Rio and I had some unresolved sexual tension. "Heaven," Rio questioned, "are you okay with this? I know this is your date night." "Return him in a usable form and I won't mind, too much," Heaven reminded. No one asked Mercy what she wanted but I had a strong feeling she wanted it that way. For Rio's sake, I was glad she didn't just shove Mercy forward and pop her cock out painfully. "I'll get a few washcloths," I offered. Rio slipped to the edge of the bed and took off the strap on while occasionally petting Mercy's back, ass, and thighs. Heaven scooted behind her as well and began rubbing Mercy's cunt and penetrating a single finger into her anus, keeping the submissive sophomore on a razor's edge. Iona had cached a freezer bag full of wet cloths for me so I was able to help us all clean up. I quickly took Rio to the foot of the bed and pulled her down to a mutual kneeling position. "You know this doesn't change anything," Rio whispered to me. "You are still Iona's bitch." "Okay," I whispered in return. I read her emotions by looking into her eyes before lowering my mouth to her left breast. I brought my lips together to pinch her erect nipple, her sloped breasts jiggling as I teased it. "Oh, you are being gentle, you bastard," she moaned. She noticed Mercy looking at her wide-eyed. "This is how you make love," Rio panted to Mercy. "All you are good for is fucking." I gave her some deep suction, absorbing much of her tit into my mouth. "If you are really, really good, I'll show you how this is done someday." I didn't waste time talking; I let Rio's body soak up my attention, drifting to the right breast while slithering a hand around her small but firm and finely proportioned ass to her cunt from behind. "Damn you," Rio choked softly. She began thrusting her body against me, lowering her head to the top of my head, kissing it, and rolling her fingers through my hair. "Ugh," Mercy groaned as Heaven steadily pushed her cock into her ass. Heaven had hidden the strap on somewhere and was taking her second woman in a week. I had little doubt she was experiencing erotic bliss while Mercy had no real clue that the hot piece of meat in her ass wasn't some different technique with the dildo. She'd learn in time, but we would cross that bridge when we came to it, and right now Mercy was grinding into Heaven's pelvis while smiling with lustful fulfillment. I hooked one of Rio's legs, placing it around my side, then did the same with the other, letting me press her down to the ground. I worked up her body until we were face to face once more and my cock rested on her thigh, right below her exceedingly wet cunt. "Are you going to fuck me?" she asked with a foxy grin on her lips. "No," I replied. "I'm not going to blow this chance to feel up every inch of you." "Fuck me, damn it," she growled playfully. I let my weight settle on her body and allowed my hands free range over her body. "Zane," Rio called to me softly, her eyes wide, "fucking use me." I shook my head, managing to take one nipple between my fingers, and started to torture it. "Fuck me," she insisted vigorously, "fuck my ass, let me blow you, but use that magnificent cock on me. Don't just leave it there; it is fucking torture." The hornier Rio got, the more limited her vocabulary became. "Uh-uh," I shook my head, "you don't get off that easy. I want you to wear me out." "Use, uh, that tongue, yeah, on her, Zane," Heaven suggested to me as her thighs slapped loudly against Mercy's ass. "Heaven, Rio, oh, God, damn, harder, Heaven, yes, Heaven!" Mercy went off. Mercy slumped forward, but Heaven clearly wasn't done yet and the slap, slap, slap of flesh continued rapidly. "Can I pick the bitches, or what?" Rio sighed to me. "I trust you, Rio," I responded. There was a moment where we figured out what we really wanted to say. She pushed her head up to kiss me and my response pressed our embrace back down to the sleeping bag. Rio drew her legs outside mine and writhed her body so that my cockhead rested against her cunt lips. "You realize when I get out of here," Rio panted, "I'm going to hunt Iona down and lick her into unconsciousness." "She couldn't ask for a better lover," I stated serenely, which only made Rio give an even throatier growl and look to the glass ceiling. "Oh, God, take it, take it, take it, Mercy, you bitch! Oh, God! You bitch," Heaven went off. "Yeah, ugh, take it, oh, yeah, urgh, bitch, Umm," followed as Heaven pumped load after load of cum into Mercy's bowels. "Christ Almighty," Mercy howled. "That feels, fantastic." She had received her first ever anal injection of semen searing its way into her and she apparently loved it. "Zane," Rio embraced a different approach, "let me stay at your house this weekend." "Sure," I agreed. "I'd love to have someone to hang out with and share my Saturday night addictions on the sofa." "Damn, Mercy, clearly spanking you isn't good enough because Heaven has found your sweet spot without it," Rio told her 'toy'. "Zane, it is a date," she replied to me. "Now get up there and spank my bitch until she cries." I gave Rio one more long kiss, which was both very sweet and allowed Heaven to retreat behind the covers without anyone being wiser. I stood up, brushed Mercy's hair away from her face, and got her attention. "Mercy, are you okay with this?" I asked with the deep sympathy I felt for her. "If you tell him 'No', I'm going to stick a ass plug up your ass and make you walk around with it all day long," Rio threatened. "Please fuck me," Mercy blurted out, "take my ass. I need it." I moved around to her side, went on my knees, before knee-stepping between her legs and lined up with her anus. I could see Heaven's cum seeping out and starting to drool down over her cunt and starting to drip to her thighs. Heaven must have blown a huge load up there and I really had to get off myself to cover the situation. I was thicker than Rio's strap-on or Heaven, so I was afraid I might hurt Mercy, but I shouldn't have bothered worrying. No sooner had I pushed my bulbous cockhead through her abused anal ring and she ridden through the slight pain, Mercy pushed against me with great determination and drive. "Oh, God, Yes," she gasped. "Heaven gets to have that two or three times a week," Rio taunted Mercy as she settled in deceptively beside Heaven. I had the twin duty of keeping an eye on Rio, behind me and to my right, who was nestled with Heaven and yet stay attuned to Mercy who lasted all of fifteen seconds before her first orgasm hit her like a seizure. "Zane!" she screamed, there goes my name again. I wonder if Leigh is having a sympathetic orgasmic vibe because of this. Heaven wiggled her ass and Rio nudged her. "I never thought I'd feel this way but I love the way he works that inside me," Heaven sighed. "I love the feel of it deep inside as he holds me tight and works it in and out." Rio spoke with her lips on Heaven's neck and a hand on her left breast. I admit, I used Mercy harder than I would have liked, thrusting deeper and more violently into her rectum than either woman had done before. Mercy was sobbing and chocking with each stab and I could feel her body cascading toward one more orgasm. I reached forward, grabbed her shoulders, and pulled her up. When her arms swung loose, I worked my hands down her arms until I wrapped my hands and wrists around hers. My stabs took on a new brutality as I pounded her and pulled her up. When I had her high enough, Mercy was struggling for each breath and I felt positioned well enough to free up my left hand to grab hold of her breast. The tit was the right mix of soft yet firm and her nipple was already rubbed raw by her long torture, brought on by lying chest down on my bed's quilt while being fucked hard. "Zane, I can't take it, anymore, Jesus Christ, I'm going to cum, Ah," she pleaded. I pulled her hard to me one last time, then thrust up with my hips with such force, I propelled her knees off the bed. She screamed, I cried out, and we both came. I let go of her wrist and tightly wrapped both arms around her, right below her breasts. I kept thrusting and she kept crying and sobbing, but it was an oddly joyous sound. We were covered in sweat and grinding together in slower and slower gentle cycles. "Rio, Zane, was I good, she rasped, ", good enough?" This was Rio's game so I held my tongue. "What makes you think you are done?" Rio commented. "Clean Zane up." "What, huh?" Mercy stuttered. "What do you mean?" "I mean give him a blowjob," Rio snapped. "But, he's, I, it was in my ass," she whimpered. "It is called Ass-to-Mouth, Slut," Rio explained. "Now get sucking." In desperation, Mercy sent me a pleading look. I gave her a wink but used a stern voice. "On your stomach, Mercy. You have to do this so let's get it over with, and if you use your teeth, Rio's going to slap your tits until they glow bright red," I promised. I slipped off the bed, onto my knees, stealing a wet cloth from the bag and moving rapidly around to the foot of the bed. Mercy collapsed forward, still uncertain until she saw me vigorously cleaning my cock to the point she nodded in satisfaction. I then edged my semi-flaccid rod to her lips and let her have a taste. When she realized it didn't taste horrible, she began licking it and kissing my cock head. I would have been more supportive and attentive if I hadn't noticed Rio, Heaven, and the look of bafflement on Heaven's face. Rio was still nursing on Heaven's nipple, but while Heaven had been distracted by the interchange between Mercy and I, Rio had snuck a hand beneath the covers. My attempt to figure out how to play this out was short-circuited by Rio tucking herself up near the head of the bed, then slipping under the covers. She returned to her previous place snuggled beside Heaven and latched onto her nipple. She also began to rummage Heaven beneath the sheets, riling my tranny lover like few other things could. "Give me that little kitty," Rio teased Heaven as she shifted so that she was between her legs and working her body down Heaven's. I had to gulp down a shout as Mercy scrapped her teeth against my super-sensitive and rebounding head. Rio's kisses brought her to Heaven's waist level. With one hand Rio kept the covers up, and with the other, she spread Heaven's legs wider. "Umm, that looks delicious," Rio continued to confuse Heaven. She pressed Heaven's legs still wider apart and down to the mattress, then used her lips and tongue to trap Heaven's cock and start to suck on it. "I bet Zane loves this cunt," she slurped. With one determined effort, I saw Rio raise her head, then pump down until she pressed her nose against Heaven's pubic hair. Heaven groaned in lust and collapsed against the pillows at the head of the bed. Rio was working Heaven's cock over with what I had to imagine was expert tongue work and throat contractions. A tiny part of me wished I could turn Mercy around so she could see how a blowjob was supposed to work but that wasn't happening, no way, no how. "Umm, Heaven, I'm going to have to steal you away from Zane once in a while," Rio slurped and moaned. "This is one of the tastiest snatches I've ever put my lips to. Do you like my lips and tongue?" "Umm, yeah, it's great," Heaven managed a response. Rio bobbed a few more times, then Heaven asked, "Is your tight ass part of that deal?" Rio decided actions were better than words so, keeping the sheets covering them both, she crawled up Heaven's body until she was over her, tits in Heaven's face. Rio reached between them and undoubtedly spent several seconds rubbing Heaven's cock along her moist labia until she slowly inserted that cock down to the point their crotches ground against one another. Heaven looked like she was about to lose it right there and then. Rio grabbed Heaven's head and rubbed her mouth over her boobs. "Does that answer all your questions?" Rio said in hushed tones. "Yeah, yes," Heaven gasped. Rio dismounted and slid back down Heaven, leaving the transsexual deeply conflicted, cunt or blowjob? I turned my focus back to Mercy, who seemed desperate for some feedback from me and I had been neglecting her. "Take it slow, Mercy. Use your tongue to get a feel for it and use your lips to keep a light touch around the shaft. This isn't a race," I assured her calmly. "You grimaced, earlier," Mercy replied softly. "It was my teeth, wasn't it?" "Mercy, you didn't bite me, you dragged your teeth along my head. It isn't a great sensation but you are doing okay," I answered, "but if I feel those teeth again, I'm going to spank you." Mercy got back to work with some tenderness. "If you don't use those teeth, I'll spank you twice." Mercy kept my cock in her mouth but looked up at me; a tiny smile creased her face and she cupped her tongue more effectively and sucked harder. I shouldn't have been surprised that someone more attuned to pain would be a quicker learner, and Mercy was definitely pushing the curve. What might have been had Heaven not exploded into Rio's mouth, I wouldn't find out until later. "Rio! Take it, you vicious bitch," Heaven gasped. Rio was too busy gulping down Heaven's gift to Rio's gullet (as Heaven held a hand on Rio's hair) to probably thanking the Almighty that this was Heaven's third ejaculation for the night. I had to keep Mercy occupied until those two were done so I ran my hands through her hair, grabbed a handful on each side, and began fucking her face. "Ugh, gurgle, Umm," were the noises Mercy made as she struggled not to gag on my cock as it pushed further down her throat than had previously been attempted. Her eyes watered but she refused to push back, taking this as yet another punishment. We floated there in our own little corner of the world until a light smack to her left ass cheek brought us back to reality. "Damn, Zane, don't break my girl's jaw," Rio joked. "Mumph, I didn't finish," Mercy whined. Heaven intervened before Rio became more vigorous. "He can really work a girl over, Mercy. You can graduate to getting him off with your mouth the next time around," Heaven interjected. "Will there be a next time?" Mercy sought confirmation. "I don't know," Rio started off. "An ass that good is a terrible thing to waste," Heaven suggested. "She learns quickly and I like the way she screams," I added. Rio regarded Mercy haughtily. "Very well; against my better judgment, I'll keep Mercy around a little longer, but only because you guys want to use her slutty body and her ass is so damn spank-worthy," Rio stated with finality. "Mercy, get dressed and I'll take you home." As Mercy tried to get off the bed, her legs trembled and she could barely stand. "I'm not sure I can walk home," Mercy joked with a heavy undercurrent of exhaustion. I was half-tempted to let her spend the night. Rio's response was to grab her hips, pull her in backwards, and take a bite of her ass. "Ow!" Mercy squawked. "Oh," Rio addressed Heaven and I, "remind me to have this ass tattooed with my name." "People will see," Mercy muttered fearfully. "Only me, Sweetheart, and the people I give you to for whatever perverse pleasure they desire," Rio teased. "What would you prefer; Rio's Slut across your ass, or Milk Maid over your breasts?" Mercy remained silent on the matter. "I think she wants them both," I declared. Mercy shot me a surprised look. "Atta boy, Zane; you always figure out what a girl really wants," Rio chortled. "Both it is." "Now that the future of Mercy's tats has been decided, you two get out and let me and Zane have some private time, the way it was supposed to be," Heaven demanded. "I'll walk my delicious fuck toy home and come back for Good Night kisses," Rio laughed. She and Mercy dressed quickly and departed into the lower levels and the campus beyond. When we were alone, Heaven and I curled up next to one another and did some gentle explorations of our bodies. "What happened?" Heaven finally asked. "I haven't a clue," I shrugged. Rio could still be such a mystery to me. "When do you want me to go?" she inquired next. "I have the alarm set for 5:00, which should allow you plenty of time to get back into your dorm and pretend you slept there," I told her. Heaven rested her head on my chest and made some rumbling/purring noises while I stroked her hair. "Spending the night," she mused. "Spending the night at my boyfriend's, I like the sound of that. You know what this means; right?" "Why don't you tell me," I wondered. "It means you like me, Stupid," she griped with a snicker, then lightly punched me. "If I knew this was what it took, I would have tied you up and brought you here that day after Orienteering tryouts and saved me a world of pain," I teased her. "One more dumbass comment like that and no ass or throat for you tonight," Heaven threatened. I stayed tight lipped, beyond kissing Heaven repeatedly, until Rio returned with my key and some explanations. Heaven Gets Expelled "Hey, Love Birds," Rio grinned. "If you try to look any cuter, I swear, I'll vomit." "How did you know?" Heaven blurted out. "Girl's smell a certain way when they are banged, especially by Zane, and from what I heard, there were multiple orgasms in that Kappa Sig closet so I figured something was up," Rio explained. "Then all I had to do was keep my eyes open and observe you. The final piece was when I caught you hiding the strap-on before you mounted Mercy," Rio said. "You covered your equipment very well, I didn't see it until we fucked, but everything came together when you began tearing Mercy up," Rio snickered. "I know the difference between the sound of a cock and a dildo so when you came and she screamed out because you pumped what must have been a gallon of cum up her bum, I was absolutely sure." "What are you going to do?" Heaven asked cautiously. "Do? I'm not going to do anything. You are Zane's fuck-buddy," Rio stated. "I prefer the term 'girlfriend'," Heaven interrupted. Rio's crazy eyes mulled that one over. "Girlfriend, so as long as you keep him happy, I'm happy. If you hurt him, I'm not going to expose the fact that you have balls; I'm going to tear them off and feed them to you. Are we clear on that?" Rio smiled wickedly. "Well, I doubt you can take me but I understand the sentiment," Heaven countered. Rio shrugged, crawled up the bed, and kissed me. "Good night, you two, and Zane, try to keep her cries for mercy and screams to God Almighty to a minimum or I'll be forced to sick Barbie Lynn on both of you," Rio joked. Rio made a hasty exit and Heaven was left nearly as confused as when Rio left the first time. "I don't understand her. I know she hates me; I'm not even going to deny she has cause; so why did she act that way?" Heaven asked me. "That's because you and the others never tried to understand her. Rio hates hypocrisy and lies. I'm not sure why, but she's otherwise just like everyone else," I informed her. "If you can accept she's not going to put up with deceptive bullshit, she's a great friend. Her abrasive exterior is her way of dealing with the people who've been telling her to sit down and shut up all these years," I went on. "Put it this way: imagine what your life would have been like if Christina died your freshman year," I postulated. "That is what Rio is like, friendless, alone, and with a terrible secret." "What is her secret?" Heaven inquired. "Don't know; I've never asked. It is none of my business unless she makes it so," I explained. "You know I am with you for what is in here," I tapped her between her eyes, "and here," I put my hand over her left breast, "and not what is between your legs." "I certainly don't mind what you have but I'm mostly heterosexual," I told her. "I like you because you are fierce and loyal, and you fought against your fear. Cowardice is far too easy and too many people think of themselves first, so when you find someone who doesn't, you should always hold them close." "Is that what you are doing now, holding me close?" Heaven's voice became sultry. "Yes, I confess to an ulterior motive," I smiled. Heaven straddled me, pressing her crotch against my chest while she produced a different squeeze tube of lube and proceeded to coat my shaft with a generous dose. As I held her up by the ass with both hands, she guided my shaft along her crack until she wedged it into her anus. "Down," she whispered in a throaty voice. "Put that Beast in me." "Oh, fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck," Heaven babbled as she engulfed my entire length in one gentle yet persistent ride. "You," she panted, "never asked me, why I am with you." "In my experience, a woman will tell you things about her when she wants you to know them, even if she has to trick you into asking," I replied. "Well, this woman wants you to know that she hasn't a clue, but I feel like I've been looking for you my entire life but never knew it." Heaven breathed deeply as she began to rock back and forth while I lifted her up and re-impaled her time and again. When the alarm went off at 5:00 o'clock, I snapped to a painful awareness, physically and emotionally wasted. Heaven was far grumpier. "My ass hurts," she groaned. "That last round, I felt like you were trying to split me in two." "Excuse me, but wasn't it you who mounted me, at 11:30 and again at 3:00?" I answered groggily. "It is not my fault; at 3:00 o'clock I reached out to comfort you and your cock was as hard as granite. It would have been a sin to let that go to waste," Heaven pouted, and then began to caress my morning wood. "Okay," I admitted, "waking up and finding your ass bouncing up and down on my cock is one of the most pleasurable ways to come forth from a dream, but I like being asked, and I like even more the idea of not having Christina coming over and castrating me for keeping you out late enough to be caught." "At least she would let me keep it," Heaven smiled sweetly. "That works out a whole lot better for you than me," I pointed out. "Now who is being selfish?" she teased, still stroking me. Faster than she could react, I grabbed her wrist and yanked her over my lap, exposing her scrumptious buttocks to my reach. "Hey! Ow, ow, ow, ow," she screamed as I delivered alternating slaps to each ass cheek. "Will you behave now?" I teased her. &qu

Giacomo Puccinis "Manon Lescaut" ist seine erste große Erfolgsoper, die bislang immer etwas im Schatten der ihr folgenden Opern stand. Das hat sich in jüngster Zeit sehr geändert und viele Häuser haben sich dieses französischen Stoffes angenommen, den Puccini in eine von Wagners "Tristan und Isolde“ angeregtes Orchestergewand gekleidet hat. Das Theater Heidelberg hat die Reise einer jungen, der Zwangsunterbringung im Kloster nach Paris entfliehenden Frau in den tödlichen Abgrund der amerikanischen Wüste in einer Neuproduktion von Regisseurin Friederike Blum und unter der Leitung des Generalmusikdirektors Mino Marani zur Spielzeiteröffnung herausgebracht.

joint winner of the PJ O'Connor Radio Drama Awards. Aoife Duffin stars as Cheese in a play about a girl who wanted to be heard, and a boy Chalk who didn't speak.

writer Isolde Fenton, and actors Aoife Duffin, Orla Fitzgerald and Patrick Ryan

Wenn sich im September die Beete im Garten nach der Ernte leeren, ist die Zeit für Herbstsalate und Gründüngung gekommen. Im Gemüsegarten reifen die Kürbisse, Äpfel und Birnen wollen von den Bäumen geerntet werden. Im Ratsch mit Edith Schowalter beantwortet die Gartenexpertin Isolde Keil-Vierheilig auch Hörerfragen.

Ende August dürfte die schönste Zeit im Garten sein, denn jetzt ist Erntezeit: Tomaten, Zucchini, Zwetschgen und auch schon einige Apfel- und Birnensorten sind reif. Die BR Heimat-Gartenexpertin Isolde Keil-Vierheilig ist bei Tom Viewegh zu Gast und beantwortet auch Hörerfragen.

"Die Welt ist ein Dorf", so heißt Isolde Ruhdorfers Newsletter, den sie für die Krautreporter schreibt. Darin fragt sie, was die Geschehnisse im Ausland mit uns zu tun haben und was wir von den Entwicklungen in anderen Ländern lernen können. Mit einem Faktencheck von Nándor Hulverscheidt.

Genießen Sie verschiedene Düfte in Ihrem Garten: Rosmarin, Salbei und Thymian verströmen herbe Noten, während Zitronenverbene erfrischend-zitronig duftet. Zum letzten Mal ist Hubert Siegler bei Edith Schowalter zu Gast. Bevor er sich in den Ruhestand verabschiedet, wird er von seiner Nachfolgerin Isolde Keil-Vierheilig begleitet. Sie beantworten auch Hörerfragen.

Emerging from the ancestral depths of the Fourth House, we enter the vibrant, sun-drenched Fifth—a radiant palace where creativity, pleasure, and passion dance freely. This episode invites you into a profound exploration of the Fifth House not merely as astrological territory, but as the sacred space where your most essential self yearns to play.We uncover the distinction between bios (the linear story of life) and zoe (the indestructible life force) that Carl Kerényi elaborates in his work on Dionysus. This eternal flame resonates at the core of the Fifth House—where your capacity for joy and creation remains undimmed despite life's challenges. Like the sun that rises reliably each morning, this inner light represents the persistent heart of your being.Venus finds her joy here, reveling in pleasure without purpose. The Fifth House invites you to create not for acclaim or outcome, but for the pure delight of creation itself. Through exploring myths like Tristan and Isolde's intoxicating romance and Dionysus's wild revelry, we discover how this house beckons us back to the mystery of our sensuous, animal bodies and the timelessness that flows when we're lost in play.What blocks your access to Fifth House treasures? Perhaps family scripts taught that pleasure is selfish, or heartbreak hardened protective layers around your capacity for joy. Through understanding myths like Narcissus, we glimpse how true self-knowledge becomes the path toward authentic expression.Join us for this illuminating journey into your creative core—where your inner child awaits rediscovery, where romance first sparked your heart, and where the process of becoming truly, uniquely yourself begins. Your Fifth House holds the key to reconnecting with that inextinguishable divine spark within—ready to warm not just yourself, but everyone around you.Artwork: La Belle Dame Sans Merci, Frank Dicksee, 1901Dionysos: Archetypal Image of Indestructible Life, Carl KerenyiPodcast Musician: Marlia CoeurPlease consider becoming a Patron to support the show!Go to OnTheSoulsTerms.com for more.

Ep. 681: Cranford | Chapter 3 Book talk begins at 15:00 A mysterious gentleman caller? A missed dinner invite gone socially sideways? Things are getting awkwardly entertaining in the most delightfully proper way. --------------------------------------------------------------- 00:00 Episode start 03:00 Knitting Comfortably: The ergonomics of knitting by Carson Demers “Wuv. TWOO Wuv…” 04:16 BOOK PARTY WAS Thursday April 24th for The Thin Man by Dashiell Hammett - the Watch party will be may 29th. If you need to level-up to join us 05:00 trailer 05:36 Plum Deluxe Herbal—I found out this was a special blend that might no longer be available but you can ** 07:08 You can call the show from the App or 206-350-1642 or speakpipe.com/craftlit 8:05 and let us know what text you want on the screen during your video (promote your shop!) 10:45 also check out other indie online bookshops and or Powell's. OLD FARLEY'S (with the cat older than I am) Pics of The Salt House 13:28 Heather attempts gardening on a deck without a hose. Sympathy and/or hints are welcomed ;) 15:35 Start of booktalk 19:20 Hortus Siccus - an arranged collection of dried plants 20:19 in the miniseries 21:14 Articles of Engagement - rules for your servants (a contract) 22:00 wine and dessert (really wine and nuts) 22:44 Recondite - something difficult to understand 23:15 23:42 by Charles Perrault (who did NOT write the version of Tristan and Isolde we listened to) Moral: Curiosity, in spite of its appeal, often leads to deep regret. To the displeasure of many a maiden, its enjoyment is short lived. Once satisfied, it ceases to exist, and always costs dearly. Another moral: Apply logic to this grim story, and you will ascertain that it took place many years ago. No husband of our age would be so terrible as to demand the impossible of his wife, nor would he be such a jealous malcontent. For, whatever the color of her husband's beard, the wife of today will let him know who the master is. (Heather's note: I just had to add those here as I found them after I recorded) Andrew Lang, The Blue Fairy Book (London: Longmans, Green, and Company, ca. 1889), pp. 290-295. Lang's source: Charles Perrault, “La Barbe bleüe, “Histoires ou contes du temps passé, avec des moralités: Contes de ma mère l'Oye (Paris, 1697). And just for fun because I've mentioned it before: and - . Another tale by Jacob and Wilhelm Grimm about a sinister bridegroom (Aarne-Thompson type 955).—The is wrapped around the Bluebeard story like a tourniquet! 24:50 “Leave me to repose…” from poem by Thomas Gray (of “ 25:55 “Pride which apes humility” from “The Devil's Thoughts” “The Devil's Thoughts” is a satirical poem in common metre by Samuel Taylor Coleridge, published in 1799, and expanded by Robert Southey in 1827 and retitled “The Devil's Walk” (Heather: AH HA! Now it makes sense). The narrative describes the Devil going walking and enjoying the sight of the various sins of mankind. Originally published: 1799 Authors: , 27:24 Yeoman vs Esquire 29:15 Castle Building (aka, wool-gathering) - 30:17 CHAPTER AUDIO BEGINS - Heather makes wool slippers using from YouMakeItSimple.com 52:46 POST-CHAPTER CHAT 53:45 , from Brenda Dayne 56:25 Serve from the Left details: Serving: - Plates: Plates are served from the left, using your left hand to place the plate, allowing the server to use their right hand to avoid crossing in front of the guest. Beverages: Beverages, such as water and wine, are poured from the right, as glasses are typically placed to the right of the guest's plate. Sides: Sides like bread and vegetables are also served from the left. Clearing: Plates: Plates are cleared from the right, using your right hand to remove the plate.  Exceptions: If a guest is obstructing the way on the right, or if there is an object on the right side, a server may need to serve from the right.  Some restaurants may have their own protocols for serving, whether it's to the right or left.  Why Serve from the Left? 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In this special Boat Night episode of Marriage Therapy Radio, Zach brings listeners into an intimate, long-standing tradition—conversations between close friends about relationships, personal growth, and the realities of marriage. Joined by longtime friends Sean and Greg, the three discuss the importance of having deep, open friendships where men can talk candidly about their relationships, struggles, and personal evolution. The conversation explores whether it's okay to vent about your partner, how relationships evolve through multiple “marriages” within the same partnership, and the role of death and rebirth in love—not just metaphorically, but through real-life transitions. They also reflect on the greatest love stories of all time, challenging traditional narratives and examining what makes a relationship stand the test of time. With humor, vulnerability, and philosophical insight, Zach, Sean, and Greg navigate topics ranging from romantic expectations to identity and care in relationships, offering listeners a rare glimpse into the kinds of conversations that deepen friendships and marriages alike. Key Takeaways The Importance of Male Friendships and Spaces for Honesty Boat Night is a long-standing tradition where male friends gather to talk candidly about their relationships, families, and personal struggles. Having a trusted space to process relationship challenges doesn't mean bashing your partner—it means seeking perspective and growth. Are You Allowed to Vent About Your Partner? The difference between "talking sh*t" about your spouse and "talking honestly" about struggles is intention. Healthy venting involves seeking understanding, not just resentment or validation from others. The Reality of Multiple Marriages Within a Marriage Long-term relationships go through different “marriages”—seasons of deep change where partners must recommit to each other in new ways. “If you've been married four times to the same person, that means three marriages had to die.” The Greatest Love Stories of All Time Aren't What You Think Traditional narratives like Romeo and Juliet or Tristan and Isolde romanticize young, dramatic love, but real love stories are about long-term commitment, sacrifice, and growth. "In any love story, something has to die—fantasies, expectations, or parts of yourself—to make room for real love.” The Fear of Expressing Desire in Relationships Zach reflects on how he encourages couples to be direct about their needs, yet struggles with openly expressing his own. Many people hesitate to voice their desires because it makes them vulnerable to rejection—or because they're unsure what they truly want. Who Cares for the Caregiver? As a therapist, Zach often supports others but wonders where he himself finds care and support. He wrestles with the tension between wanting to be strong for others and needing space to be vulnerable himself. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices