Podcasts about Jeans

An 84-year-old man fought a robber off at the laundromat with his JEANS.  

It's a common habit to toss our jeans into the laundry after a single wear, but is that really necessary? Turns out, giving your denim a break from frequent washes might be a smarter move. Well, according to Medisite, washing isn't always kind to your beloved blues. The key to maintaining your denim's durability is a cooler, gentler approach: wash them inside out, at a low temperature, and with a soft spin cycle. As for drying, skip the tumble dryer to prevent shrinking and warping—air drying on a rack, upside down, is the way to go. And ironing? Best to avoid it to keep those fibres intact. Does this mean you should never wash your jeans? But really, how practical is this advice? In under 3 minutes, we answer your questions! To listen to the last episodes, you can click here: ⁠Can you eat eggs everyday?⁠ ⁠What is Lucky Girl syndrome, this new method that is all the rage on Tik Tok?⁠ ⁠Which type of wine is best for your health?⁠ A podcast written and realised by Amber Minogue. First Broadcast: 30/5/2024 Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Invités : - Louis de Raguenel, journaliste politique Europe 1 - Catherine Nay, éditorialiste politique - Gauthier Le Bret, journaliste politique CNEWS - Eric Naulleau, journaliste sportif - Jean-Sébastien Ferjou, journaliste  Distribué par Audiomeans. Visitez audiomeans.fr/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

Invités : - Louis de Raguenel, journaliste politique Europe 1 - Catherine Nay, éditorialiste politique - Gauthier Le Bret, journaliste politique CNEWS - Eric Naulleau, journaliste sportif - Jean-Sébastien Ferjou, journaliste  Distribué par Audiomeans. Visitez audiomeans.fr/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

Invités : - Louis de Raguenel, journaliste politique Europe 1 - Catherine Nay, éditorialiste politique - Gauthier Le Bret, journaliste politique CNEWS - Eric Naulleau, journaliste sportif - Jean-Sébastien Ferjou, journaliste  - Camille Pascal, ancien conseiller de Nicolas Sarkozy Distribué par Audiomeans. Visitez audiomeans.fr/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

Invités : - Louis de Raguenel, journaliste politique Europe 1 - Catherine Nay, éditorialiste politique - Gauthier Le Bret, journaliste politique CNEWS - Eric Naulleau, journaliste sportif - Jean-Sébastien Ferjou, journaliste  - Camille Pascal, ancien conseiller de Nicolas Sarkozy Distribué par Audiomeans. Visitez audiomeans.fr/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

Ecoutez La recette de Jean-Sébastien Petitdemange du 15 juin 2025.Distribué par Audiomeans. Visitez audiomeans.fr/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

durée : 00:04:03 - Les P'tits Bateaux - par : Camille Crosnier - Aujourd'hui, Stella, quatorze ans, se demande est-ce que les aliens pourraient exister dans la vraie vie. Le paléontologue Jean-Sébastien Steyer lui répond. - invités : Jean-Sébastien STEYER - Jean-Sébastien Steyer : Paléontologue au Muséum national d'histoire naturelle de Paris et au CNRS - réalisé par : Stéphanie TEXIER

Recorded on Saturday June 14th, 2025 at around 2:47 PM Pacific Time.

Ecoutez La recette de Jean-Sébastien Petitdemange du 14 juin 2025.Distribué par Audiomeans. Visitez audiomeans.fr/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

►Notre commanditaire : Jean Sébastien Lebrun, Avocat / Lawyer, Associé / Partner T: 514-866-9842Dans cet épisode 177 du Trio Économique, nous explorons le lien entre les grands plans de relance économique et les intérêts politiques, à travers un exemple concret : une étude de cas du plan de relance post-COVID-19 du Québec, soit le projet de loi 66. Ce plan visait à accélérer les projets d'infrastructure.Un article publié dans la Revue américaine d'études canadiennes examine les dépenses en infrastructures au Québec afin de mettre en lumière le rôle des considérations électorales dans l'attribution des projets pendant la pandémie de COVID-19.0:00 — Commanditaire0:49 — Introduction et présentation du livre d'Antoine Bernier2:11 — Plan de relance et enjeux politiques8:00 — L'idée de « faire du bien à la société »12:38 — Relance post-COVID du Québec (PL66)17:50 — Extrait du projet de loi et effet "cliquet" (ratchet effect)26:03 — La théorie des choix publics : exemple SJB vs Youri33:31 — Vidéo : Youri Chassin vs SJB37:26 — Le budget discrétionnaire des élus45:34 — Conclusion

Nous avons parfois l'impression que le climat actuel est anxiogène. Les crises se succèdent et nous ne savons plus comment y répondre. Dans cette épisode, Joan et Stéphane prennent le temps de réfléchisse sur l'état de notre monde et explorent différentes avenues qui nous sont offertes pour demeurer sain d'esprit.   Site internet: https://questiondecroire.podbean.com/ ApplePodcast: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/question-de-croire/id1646685250  Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/show/4Xurt2du9A576owf0mIFSj    Contactez-nous: questiondecroire@gmail.com   Notre commanditaire: L'Église Unie du Canada  Moncredo.org   * Musique de Lesfm, pixabay.com. Utilisée avec permission.  * Photo de Sander Sammy, unsplash.com. Utilisée avec permission.     Bonjour, bienvenue à Question de croire, un podcast qui aborde la foi et la spiritualité, une question à la fois. Cette semaine, comment survivre dans le climat actuel?   La tentation d'offrir des trucs pour survivre aux crises actuelles   Un jour, quand mes trois enfants étaient toutes petites, la période la plus épuisante de ma vie, (et d'ailleurs je fais un clin d'œil à toutes celles et ceux qui se retrouvent dans cette situation maintenant), je m'en étais ouverte à un prof de la fac de théologie que je connaissais. Il était du côté catholique, mais on était ensemble dans plusieurs projets de réflexion théologique œcuménique. Il m'avait donné un précieux conseil. Écoute bien Stéphane, ça peut te servir. Il était allé en retraite spirituelle dans je ne sais quel monastère formidable, sûrement avec une très belle vue et puis régulièrement des offices. Il m'avait expliqué qu'il était un peu pressé par les différentes tâches académiques et les problèmes liés à sa paroisse, parce qu'il était aussi prêtre en paroisse. Et puis, tiens-toi bien, une de ces personnes consacrées dans la vie du monastère lui avait donné le truc et astuce suivant : « quand je mange, je mange, quand je marche, je marche, quand je lis, je lis ». Il lui avait donc conseillé de ne faire qu'une chose à la fois et de la faire bien et en pleine conscience. Alors, un peu épatée, j'avais regardé ce monsieur de plus de 45 ans, célibataire, prêtre, prof de fac, qui me disait ça à moi. Et j'avais dit, écoute : quand je mange, je donne à manger à quelqu'un. Quand je marche, je pousse une poussette et je tiens quelqu'un d'autre par la main. Quand je parle au téléphone, une autre personne m'interrompt tout le temps et me parle constamment. Et quand je dors, quelqu'un décide de ne pas dormir et donc je ne dors plus. C'est un petit peu la même chose maintenant; il y a un climat particulièrement difficile et des fois quand je scrolle sur Instagram ou autre et que je vois des tas d'astuces : mettre les jambes contre le mur, faire de la méditation et tout, je repense à ces bons conseils qu'on peut donner aux gens pour aller bien, alors que c'est le chaos total autour d'eux.   Les crises qui prennent trop de place dans nos vies   Oui, je trouve qu'il y a une certaine sagesse dans le conseil que tu as donné dans le sens d'essayer de ne pas trop se faire envahir et que le contexte actuel prenne toute la place dans nos vies. Mais en réalité, c'est difficile parce que le climat actuel a des répercussions partout dans tout ce qu'on fait. Au moment où on enregistre cet épisode, nous sommes au Canada dans cette crise avec les tarifs d'importation exportation avec les États-Unis. Les États-Unis sont quand même le premier partenaire commercial du Canada. On peut dire, bon, c'est une crise, les marchés fluctuent et tout et tout, mais ça a des répercussions à l'épicerie. Il y a des gens qui sont soit à la retraite ou qui planifient leur retraite. Toutes ces variations de marché, ça a un impact réel. Il y a des gens qui perdent leur emploi. Donc, c'est facile de dire ah, j'élimine ça dans ma tête, je me concentre sur moi-même et ma petite chose. Mais c'est difficile de dire ça à quelqu'un qui a peur de perdre son emploi, qui se demande comment il-elle va faire pour nourrir ses trois enfants. Ça peut être très envahissant, ça peut être très angoissant. Et on en parle un peu, mais on a très peu de choses à offrir pour aider ces personnes-là.   Que peut faire l'Église dans le climat actuel   Finalement, nous, d'un point de vue de l'Église, d'un point de vue des religions, comme tu dis, qu'est-ce qu'on a à offrir ? C'est vrai que j'étais assez surprise la première fois qu'une stagiaire avec laquelle j'ai parlé il y a quelques années, une stagiaire que j'avais dans mon staff dans une Église à Strasbourg, m'a parlé très franchement de ses problèmes de santé mentale. Et c'était un peu la première fois dans un contexte d'Église en France; elle venait un petit peu de l'extérieur puisqu'elle faisait un stage plutôt orienté, je ne me rappelle plus très bien, mais c'était un peu secrétariat ou quelque chose comme ça. Elle en parlait super librement, là où finalement c'était très, très, très rare dans mon milieu d'Église d'origine qu'on parle de santé mentale. D'ailleurs, on a consacré tout un épisode avec l'ami Olivier sur ces questions-là. D'un autre côté, ces derniers temps, je me suis rendu compte qu'il y a beaucoup de bon dans le fait de pouvoir poser des diagnostics, quelque chose qui permet aux gens de comprendre certaines de leurs réactions, certaines de leurs pseudo-inadéquations avec les situations. En même temps, je me demande si, par certains aspects, ça ne nous rajoute pas un poids supplémentaire, dans le sens où on se dit « bon, moi j'ai eu le diagnostic de ci ou ça, ou bien moi je me sens comme ceci, et donc je n'arriverai pas à faire ça, ou ce n'est pas pour les gens comme moi, ou alors si on aménage, je ne sais pas, je n'y arriverai pas ». Avant, on avait un peu cette espèce d'utopie qu'avec un peu de bonne volonté, on arrivait à tout faire. Et maintenant, on est presque parti dans l'autre sens, on se dit que tout est devenu si compliqué qu'on ne va probablement pas réussir à le faire. Et ça, c'est quelque chose qui m'inquiète aussi par bout. Du coup, en Église, je trouve que ce qui pourrait devenir de plus en plus notre force, c'est d'être accessible à tous et à toutes, d'avoir des activités qui peuvent parler à un maximum de personnes, avoir des lieux où tu peux choisir ou de parler ou de te taire, de t'asseoir sur un banc ou de t'allonger sur un banc. On pourrait finalement développer encore plus le fait qu'on peut être des lieux de refuge, qu'on peut être des sanctuaires dans lesquels peuvent se vivre un certain nombre de choses et d'interactions, peu importe finalement nos besoins, nos spécificités, nos diagnostics. J'espère que comme ça, on arrivera à contribuer à quelque chose d'un peu plus sain dans le climat actuel. Je me rappelle que finalement, Jésus avait des fois un petit comportement autistique, si on y pense un peu. Après, je ne veux pas faire un diagnostic sauvage sur Jésus, mais quand d'un seul coup il disait aux uns et aux autres « j'en peux plus, je suis sursaturé d'informations, je vais me mettre là-bas, là-bas, où on me fout la paix ». Quand il prend cette décision ultra radicale d'aller au désert, on sent vraiment qu'il est en surstimulation et qu'il a besoin qu'on lui foute la paix, qu'on lui laisse un grand espace devant lui. Dans nos sociétés, on a de plus en plus de mal à couper. Je suis la première à être sur les réseaux sociaux, je suis la première à m'intéresser à plein de choses. Récemment, j'ai vu un documentaire qui rapportait que certains jeunes passent jusqu'à 12 heures par jour sur les réseaux sociaux; 12 heures ! Peut-être que mes filles en font un peu partie, j'espère que non. Alors bien sûr, il y a aussi les gamers qui font quand même aussi des trucs d'interaction sociale. Ce n'est pas juste scroller. Il y a toutes sortes de façons d'être sur Internet ou les réseaux sociaux. Il n'y en a pas qui sont meilleures ou moins bonnes, il y a juste différentes façons d'y être. Et quelles sont nos possibilités de nous couper un peu de toute cette agitation du monde? Moi, j'ai tendance à espérer que dans les Églises, on cultive ce genre de choses. J'ai beaucoup d'admiration pour mes collègues qui partent trois, quatre, dix heures en forêt avec des enfants, avec des jeunes, avec des adultes et qui leur proposent de couper. Il me semble que c'est ce qu'on a à offrir.   Prendre soin de soi   Certaines personnes s'attendent à ce que les Églises soient ce lieu de résistance au climat actuel. Oui, peut-être. Mais en même temps, un peu comme tu l'as soulevé, il faut prendre soin de soi. L'exemple que j'utilise souvent, c'est ce qu'on appelle ici les aidants naturels; ces personnes qui prennent soin de parents âgés ou d'enfants qui ont des problèmes spécifiques, ce qu'ils font par amour, mais ça demande beaucoup de temps, ça demande beaucoup d'énergie. Et on leur dit : si vous vous épuisez, on n'aura pas seulement entre guillemets un problème, mais deux problèmes. On va avoir une personne en perte d'autonomie et une autre personne en épuisement. Donc, il faut faire attention à soi pour ne pas se brûler. Et c'est vrai qu'on est constamment confronté à des problèmes qui semblent immenses, qui semblent trop gros pour nous, ça peut être décourageant. On peut se demander, mais moi, je ne suis qu'une seule personne. Comment puis-je changer la façon dont les systèmes internationaux fonctionnent? Peut-être une façon, c'est de revenir à soi, un peu comme tu dis. J'ai arrêté d'écouter les téléjournaux parce que c'était trop difficile émotivement, et arrêté d'avoir des conversations avec des gens qui ne sont pas là pour échanger, mais pour débattre et gagner un argument, des gens, ce que j'appelle, endoctrinés. Souvent on dit, ah, il faut garder les canaux de communication ouverts avec les gens différents. Peut-être, mais est-ce qu'on est vraiment obligé d'être en contact avec des gens nocifs, des gens toxiques, des gens qui ne veulent rien savoir de nos points de vue qui sont juste là pour régurgiter la propagande, régurgiter ce qu'ils croient être parole d'évangile et qu'il ne l'est pas? Donc, il faut prendre soin de soi, il faut faire attention à soi et ce n'est pas se désengager, c'est juste de dire : il y a des moments où il faut être dans la bataille et il y a des moments où il faut se protéger.   Connaître ses limites   Il n'y a pas longtemps, l'une de mes filles a vécu un événement un peu fort dans sa vie. Elle m'appelle et me dit « Maman, je ne vais vraiment pas bien, je ne sais pas quoi faire aujourd'hui pour aller bien ». Je lui ai dit « Écoute, je te suggère de faire une liste de choses qui te font du bien, des choses qui sont réalistes, que tu peux faire là tout de suite, des choses pour lesquelles il faut que tu t'organises un petit peu.» C'est toujours pareil, le court, le moyen, le long terme. Et puis des listes de choses qu'on pourrait imaginer ensemble, où il faut un peu de budget, un peu de temps, un peu d'organisation. Alors elle a fait cette liste, et de temps en autre, je lui rappelle de se référer à cette liste. Je me fais aussi cette liste mentale. Par exemple j'ai besoin d'aller régulièrement au spa. J'adore les bains, les bulles, le hammam, le sauna, mes copines… passer du temps avec mes copines, elles me racontent leurs histoires, du temps dans le jardin avec mon mari, la louange et la prière. Clairement, ce sont des moments où j'oublie un peu tout ce qui m'habite et où je vis cet instant présent, où je me marre, où je profite, où j'admire la nature. D'un seul coup, je suis juste dans ce moment-là qui me rend heureuse et en vie. Et parfois aussi, je m'autorise à regarder en face les pressions. Voilà, les pressions, soit que j'assume, soit que je subis. Et parfois aussi, je le dis aux gens. D'ailleurs, je le dis ces derniers temps, je le dis un peu plus aux gens. Je leur dis, écoutez, je suis au maximum de mes compétences. J'ai changé de pays, j'ai changé d'Église, j'ai changé un peu de métier, parce que je ne suis plus pasteur de paroisse, je ne suis plus ministre en paroisse. Et je suis arrivée au maximum de mes possibilités de surcompensation, d'adaptation. Je déçois probablement, on estime que je devrais faire plus, et ça je l'entends, mais je n'y arrive pas. Si je vais plus loin, c'est ma santé mentale qui va devoir prendre le relais, ou en tout cas je vais devoir chercher quelque part où ce n'est pas bon d'aller chercher. Donc je regrette de décevoir, moi je ne peux pas en faire plus parce que je connais mes limites. Les gens sont souvent frappés que l'on connaisse ses limites, ça c'est quelque chose qui me saute aux yeux quand je dis aux gens, par exemple, écoutez, moi je fais toujours une sieste au milieu du jour et c'est comme ça que je m'en sors. Je fais toujours un goûter vers 4-5 heures et c'est comme ça que je peux bosser le soir. J'explique un peu que j'ai mis en place une certaine hygiène de vie pour pouvoir continuer à travailler dans l'Église, à bosser le soir, le week-end, les jours fériés. Ça m'a demandé de mettre en place une hygiène de vie particulière, adaptée à ce que ma vocation demande en termes d'emploi du temps. Et j'encourage chacun et chacune à oser dire ce genre de choses, non pas pour dire « je suis plus spéciale que toi, j'ai tel ou tel besoin », mais pour dire en fait « je sais que pour pouvoir mener à bien le moins imparfaitement possible ma mission, je mets en place un certain nombre de choses et ça m'amène des fois à dire non ou ce n'est pas possible ou à dire plus tard, et c'est comme ça que je m'en sors.   Remettre les crises dans le long terme   Une autre chose qu'on peut faire, c'est prendre un pas de recul et retourner dans notre tradition en tant que croyante, en tant que croyant. Par exemple, dans la première lettre de Jean, chapitre 2, verset 17, on dit « Et le monde passe, et sa convoitise aussi, mais celui qui fait la volonté de Dieu demeure éternellement. » Les choses passent et Dieu demeure. On a cette chance, en tant que chrétien, d'avoir une histoire sur le long terme. Dans le Premier Testament, on a tous ces prophètes qui font face à des crises terribles et quelque part, le peuple de Dieu continue à survivre. Ce n'est pas facile, ce n'est pas plaisant, mais d'être capable de mettre ça dans du long terme, de dire que ça fait partie de l'expérience humaine, ça fait partie de l'expérience du peuple de Dieu, de faire face à de grands défis. Les gens ont su conserver une certaine forme d'espoir. Les croyants ont conservé la foi malgré toutes les épreuves. Malgré tout, on n'est pas seul dans tout ça. Ce n'est pas juste notre génération qui est attaquée. On a toute cette communion des saints, si je peux utiliser du langage théologique, toutes ces personnes-là qui sont avec nous. Tous les croyants à travers le monde sont avec nous et Dieu demeure avec nous. Ça peut aider, pendant quelques secondes, de se rappeler de tout ça et de se dire que peut-être ça va bien aller dans le fond, sur le long terme.   Se souvenir de ceux et celles qui nous ont précédés   Pour moi, c'est vraiment exactement ça, c'est totalement réconfortant de penser à la nuée des témoins. Certains vont associer la nuée des témoins à nos contemporains, d'autres vont partir dans des choses un peu plus mémorielles. Du côté réformé, on est moins à l'aise sur des questions comme ça, mémorielles. Du côté luthérien, on pratique plutôt une forme de tolérance ou de compréhension. Du côté catholique on est totalement à l'aise, décomplexé, pas de problème. Mais néanmoins, moi, c'est le souvenir de ce pour quoi une grande partie de mes ancêtres proches, les générations les plus proches ont lutté. Je me rappelle quand même cette grand-mère, grand-mère Madeleine, qui a perdu une jambe dans la Résistance, dans la Deuxième Guerre mondiale. Je l'ai toujours connue unijambiste, alors qu'en fait, c'était une gamine qui ne savait pas trop où aller et qui a vu un endroit où il y avait de la soupe si on filait un coup de main. Maintenant, on appelle ça de la grande résistance. Mais enfin, quand même, elle était résistante. Elle a résisté. Et bien sûr, penser aussi au côté espagnol, celles et ceux qui ont voulu résister à la dictature avec plus ou moins de succès. Se rappeler qu'en fait, ils ont lutté, ils ont eu des vicissitudes. Il ne faut pas comparer, chaque génération est différente. Des choses ont quand même touché leur chair. Mais ils ont lutté pour que moi, je puisse continuer à exercer une forme de liberté d'expression, d'autodétermination. Le soin des plus vulnérables, c'est quelque chose qui est très présent dans mes lignées paternelles et maternelles. Je me rappelle ma grand-mère qui me parlait de son grand-père, donc ça fait loin en arrière, et qui disait, tu sais, mon grand-père, c'était celui du village qui ne battait pas les enfants. Et ça, ça l'a guidée toute sa vie, d'avoir un grand-père qui pensait que ce n'était pas normal de battre les enfants, en tout cas qui ne battait pas les chiens, ni ses petits-enfants. Parfois, on a des ancêtres dont on peut être à la fois fière et puis aussi dont on se dit, j'ai une parole à porter et j'ai une spécificité à apporter et je peux m'appuyer là-dessus, sur cet héritage. Ensuite, il y a des héritages symboliques. Quand on n'est pas tout à fait à l'aise avec son arbre généalogique, ça peut arriver aussi, on n'en est pas responsable. On peut aussi s'inscrire dans des lignées symboliques, des courants de pensée forts qui nous structurent et qui nous permettent de trouver là des idées saines. Ça, c'est quand les idées sont saines. C'est vrai qu'il y a aussi tout plein d'idées malsaines et on ne peut pas toujours évacuer le fait qu'elles aient parfois de la popularité.   Conserver sa dignité pendant les crises   Tu parles de la Deuxième Guerre mondiale. Mon premier diplôme universitaire, c'est en histoire. Et je me souviens, j'ai lu des trucs sur la Shoah, sur l'Holocauste. Encore une fois, je ne compare pas ce qui s'est passé là avec notre climat actuel. Le lien que je fais, c'est une des grandes questions, pourquoi les Juifs n'ont pas résisté à la solution finale? Et bon, il y a eu des actes de résistance. Oh oui. Dans les forêts polonaises, il y a eu plein de petits îlots, mais pas quelque chose de généralisé, quoi. Un des arguments que je n'avais pas vu venir, c'était que peut-être une des grandes résistances, c'est la survie. C'est vrai. Et je fais toujours aussi le lien avec la bande dessinée Maus, une très grande bande dessinée où l'auteur raconte l'histoire de l'Holocauste à travers son père. Et cette scène que j'ai trouvée troublante et puissante à la fois où son père est dans les camps de la mort et il va se laver dans la rivière. Les autres disent « Mais qu'est-ce que tu fais là? » Et moi, j'ai vu ça comme un acte de dignité. « Je suis un être humain, j'ai le droit d'être propre. » Ça n'a rien changé, malheureusement, dans le grand ordre des choses. Mais cette résistance-là, dans un mouvement qui essaie de déshumaniser des êtres humains, de dire « Je suis un être humain, et rien de ce que vous pouvez faire va changer le fait que je suis un être humain tant ou si longtemps que je vais vivre. C'est d'une puissance magistrale et ça inspire.   Ne pas se couper des réalités actuelles   Avant, on parlait de rester déconnecté à certains moments, d'essayer de se protéger aussi de tout ça. Mais c'est compliqué parce qu'une partie de la vie sociale se passe maintenant sur les réseaux sociaux. Et donc, du coup, on est tous et toutes en train d'essayer de gérer notre lien aux réseaux sociaux, d'y être quand même assez pour être informé. Moi, par exemple, je travaille beaucoup avec la jeunesse, donc je ne voudrais pas me couper d'un certain nombre de choses. En même temps de ne pas y être trop, pour ne pas d'abord s'épuiser les yeux, la tête, puis pour ne pas voir trop de choses terribles. Mais par contre, ce qui nous prend par le revers, et je crois que tu as vu toi aussi les chiffres, c'est ce regain de religiosité auprès des jeunes. Des jeunes qui finalement trouvent sur les réseaux sociaux un certain nombre de choses qui les attirent concernant la religion, et qui finissent dans leur vingtaine par retourner à l'Église, tant et si bien qu'il y a plus de pratiques auprès des vingtenaires qu'auprès de leurs parents. C'est épatant, hein? Oui, j'ai vu il y a quelques jours. Vous qui écoutez, ce sera peut-être de vieilles nouvelles, mais c'est la société biblique en Grande-Bretagne qui publie un article expliquant une augmentation de la présence au culte de 50% au cours des six dernières années. Certaines gens ont dit : est-ce que ce sont des gens qui déclarent aller à l'Église ou des gens qui sont vraiment à l'Église? Parce qu'il y a toujours cette nuance-là dans les enquêtes. Lorsqu'on creuse un peu, c'est une augmentation réelle, surtout chez les jeunes hommes de moins de 35 ans. Et lorsqu'on est sur les médias sociaux, on comprend aussi ce que ça veut dire. Parfois, on peut faire des liens. Ces jeunes hommes sont souvent beaucoup plus conservateurs moralement. Ils sont souvent adeptes d'une certaine masculinité toxique, à la Andrew Tate, ce qu'on appelle ici « bro » masculinistes. Si on regarde ça statistiquement, on se dit « Ah, c'est merveilleux, on a enfin des jeunes qui viennent à l'Église, enfin de jeunes hommes qui viennent à l'Église ». Mais si on comprend ce qui se passe sur ces médias sociaux là, comment ce sont des vecteurs de radicalisation, de masculinité toxique, et que ces jeunes hommes-là viennent à l'Église pour une espèce de modèle d'homme qui domine la famille, une espèce d'image d'un patriarcat d'une autre époque, on se pose des questions. Et c'est ça que je disais plus tôt : il faut se protéger, mais il faut rester aussi informé. Moi j'ai un fils de 15 ans, je ne suis pas au-dessus de son épaule, mais plusieurs fois je lui demande ce qu'il consomme sur Internet. C'est vrai. Parce que je sais que ça existe. Je ne veux pas nier cette existence-là. Je ne veux pas dire, moi, je n'aime pas ça, ça n'existe pas. Non, il faut être au courant pour justement dire aux personnes autour de nous, il y a un problème là. Ce n'est pas banal, mais encore une fois, on s'expose à du contenu toxique et comment peut-on s'informer sans se laisser affecter? C'est toujours un jeu d'équilibre très difficile.   Prendre le temps de se poser   Comme on a dit que c'était trop facile, les petits trucs et astuces, je vais terminer avec un truc et astuce. On a dit en début d'émission que c'était vraiment la voie de la facilité, donc il y aura un peu d'autodérision. La première astuce : j'ai lu quelque part que Jean-Sébastien Bach, avant de commencer toute chose, toute partition, toute création, commençait par dire « Jésus vient-moi en aide ». Et il écrivait en haut de sa partition « Jésus sauve ». Donc se poser, se dire « Jésus viens-moi en aide », et puis « Jésus sauve ». Se rappeler qu'en fait, on a été sauvés. On a été sauvés par grâce, on vit de la grâce. C'est vrai qu'on aimerait faire de grandes œuvres. On aimerait que nos projets réussissent, on aimerait bien que les gens nous aiment bien en plus. Plein de trucs compliqués à la fois. Que notre podcast soit très populaire. Puis gagner un peu de sous de temps en temps aussi. Bon bref, pour pouvoir aller au spa justement. Bref. Et puis, à la fin, quand Bach avait terminé, il ne savait jamais trop, finalement, si ça allait plaire. On ne sait pas trop, je n'en sais rien, moi je n'ai jamais composé d'œuvres, mais il doit y avoir un énorme moment de doute, terrible. Il notait aussi Solo dei gloria, SDG. Ça, c'est une discipline que je commence à m'appliquer un peu, parce que ça me permet de me poser et de me rappeler ce pourquoi je suis là. Deuxième astuce : j'ai un collègue qui travaille dans le milieu des aumôneries, qui aussi est manager d'équipe. Il nous a expliqué en réunion de managers d'Église que trois fois par jour, il fait de la cohérence cardiaque, et que depuis qu'il fait ça, il se sent beaucoup plus relax. Avant, il sentait sa tension monter. Maintenant, trois fois par jour, il fait de la cohérence cardiaque. Je me dis : finalement, les pressions ne vont pas baisser, en tout cas pour la plupart d'entre nous. Les pressions mondiales non plus. Comme tu dis, il y a le climat politique, il y a les masculinistes, l'inflation, que sais-je encore. Mais nous, notre corps, la façon dont on traite notre corps, les respirations qu'on prend, la façon dont on regarde vers Jésus dans les moments de notre journée. On a ça pour le moment, on en a encore le contrôle. C'est un recentrage qui permet ensuite de donner au reste du monde. Alors voilà, j'ai terminé sur une note d'autodérision avec deux astuces. Et toi, est-ce que tu as des trucs et astuces ? Tout simplement, ne rien faire. Parfois, c'est un acte de résistance parce qu'il faut être productif, il faut faire plus, et tout, et tout, et tout… Parfois, ouvrir la télévision. Oui, je sais, je suis de ma génération, j'écoute encore la télévision. Et écouter un film stupide, et ne rien en tirer, mais juste être là et ne pas trop penser et accepter que je viens de perdre deux heures d'un point de vue productif, mais j'ai peut-être gagné deux heures de santé mentale quelque part. Ouais, c'est excellent. J'adore.   Conclusion   Merci, Joan. J'espère que ce podcast a été un moment où vous avez pu décrocher un peu. Merci pour la conversation, Joan. Merci, Stéphane. Et on vous rappelle que vous pouvez nous écrire si jamais vous avez le goût d'entrer en communication avec nous pour échanger, pour des sujets, pour des suggestions, parce que vous n'êtes pas d'accord, surtout si vous n'êtes pas d'accord, on veut vous entendre : questiondecroire@gmail.com Merci à l'Église Unie du Canada, notre commanditaire, qui a un site Internet moncredo.org, qui explore aussi des questions de foi et de spiritualité. À très bientôt, Joan. À très bientôt.    

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durée : 00:06:14 - Le Bach du matin du mardi 10 juin 2025 - Notre Bach du matin est un Bach gai. Rien à voir avec ce mois de juin des fiertés dans le monde entier qui célèbre le droit à la différence et l'indifférence. En 1724, Jean Sébastien Bach écrit à Leipzig pour la Trinité cette cantate "Schmücke dich, o liebe Seele", "Orne-toi, ô chère âme."

durée : 00:06:14 - Le Bach du matin du mardi 10 juin 2025 - Notre Bach du matin est un Bach gai. Rien à voir avec ce mois de juin des fiertés dans le monde entier qui célèbre le droit à la différence et l'indifférence. En 1724, Jean Sébastien Bach écrit à Leipzig pour la Trinité cette cantate "Schmücke dich, o liebe Seele", "Orne-toi, ô chère âme."

Mia recenserar Håkankonserten där 13-åriga Nisse sjunger och öppnar känslofönster man vill ha för sig själv. Hampus kan ev veva sig ner till Sveriges bästa stad för att även han drabbas av Hellström-myset. Jeans går sönder och hatet för buffé är igång igen. Engelskan som ett tag flöt på fritt stöter på förhinder i Skåne och Slussen är sannerligen avtäckt.Medverkande: Mia Skäringer & Hampus NessvoldSkäringer & Nessvold klipps av: Micke Solkulle & Anna SpolanderProduktionsbolag: Polpo Playwww.polpoplay.com Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

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Quand Jules rentre de lʹécole avec son nouveau jeans tout sale et tout troué, ses parents ne sont pas enchantés. Mais cʹest surtout son jeans qui est fâché et il a deux mots à dire à Jules ! Avec tout ce quʹil a traversé, il a envie dʹêtre bien traité. Nom dʹun jeans !   Mes histoires sont écrites par Christine Pompéï.  Anouck Merz me prête sa voix.  Cet épisode a été réalisé par Sandro Lisci et produit par Anouck Merz. 

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Lo bueno del trabajo en equipo es que cuando uno no hace la tarea, el otro puede hacer la exposición en la clase y pasar la materia."Sirenas" de Netflix se estrenó. Muy buena Mini Serie que muy probablemente vaya al Emmy y que una vez más trae un retrato de la clase alta americana, como ultimamente marca la tendencia ("Little Fires Everywhere", "Sharp Objets", "Big Little Lies", "The Undoing", "White Lotus", "Succesion", "Pretty Little Liers", "Revenge" y largo etcetera). Este Drammedy, está divertido y es muy adictivo.Reclu tiene una pelicula de off season favorita y es "Twinless" la nueva película escrita, dirigida, producida y protagonizada por James Sweeney.Hay dos recomendaciones de documentales sobre skateboarding que ponemos en la mesa. Puede no interesarte o gustarte el mundo de la patineta, pero hay muchisimo mas detrás de la tabla con ruedas y es justo lo que exponemos, algunas lagrimas reflexivas incluidas. "Stocked: The Rise and Fall of Gator" y por el otro "Bones Brigade" dirigido por Stacey Peralta. Ambos estan en YouTube abiertos y gratuitos. Si necesitan los enlaces, pÍdanlos por nuestra cuenta de Instagram.Además Karlita Diaz, o como cariñosamente la llamamos "Karlita de Jeans" nos tira 4 recomendaciones que ella ama. Sí, son bastante rosas por supuesto.

Face To FaceA 7-part series by Member389. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Stories. My heart was pounding in my chest. She had sounded conflicted, like she wanted to see me, but had reservations. I forced myself to take slow deep breaths before I ducked into my room and got my jacket. I tried to calm down, and keep from speeding there but I also knew I'd need to find the place. I followed the directions and found it easily. I was about twenty minutes early. I asked for a booth in a quiet area, and let the hostess know a friend was meeting me.The waitress asked what I was having, and since it was my birthday I decided to have a drink. Hopefully I wasn't going to need it. She carded me and wished me a happy birthday. She returned with my drink and set it down with a smile."This one's on me."I smiled back thanking her. I started twirling the cold glass in my hands looking into the amber liquid. I was lost in thought until I heard a familiar voice say thank you. I looked up to see Summer walking towards me. I slid out of the booth and she kept walking, a smile spreading across her face as she got closer. She didn't stop, hitting me in the chest full force as she wrapped her arms around my neck pulling me into a fierce hug. My arms resumed their position as if she'd always been there."I almost didn't believe it when I saw the note. It was a bit of a shock after all this time." She said softly into my ear."I don't know why I didn't come right away."She didn't let go of me, and I didn't let go of her either. She just smiled as she looked at my face. I noticed her hair was darker than I remembered, summer had long since passed. Her eyes were bright, even in the dim light of the room. She flicked her eyes over my shoulder."Sorry." She blushed."Oh don't be." The waitress said with a sly grin. "Let me know when you're ready and I'll grab your drink order.""What are you having?" Summer asked me."In honor of our last day together I got a cider."She smiled and told the waitress she'd have what I was having. We finally separated and sat down."What are you doing here?" She asked, more curious than concerned.I gave her a smirk and shrug. "I've missed you.""That's sweet, but why now? I honestly thought if you were going to chase me down you would have done it right away."The waitress set down her drink, and asked if we wanted to order any food. Summer ordered us a couple appetizers."The truth is I've missed you ever since the day you left. I knew it wouldn't do me any good to chase after you. The last thing you needed was a puppy following you home. So I moved on, or so I convinced myself. I went to see Davy, and he'd already given my summer job to somebody else. You saved me from a summer of boredom pumping fuel, and hauling ice.""What did you do?""I caught a break, and went to school on the city's dime." I lifted my jacket from beside me showing the logo I'm sure she would recognize. Rockland FD,"You're a fireman?" She asked, her eyes widened. "That explains that.""Explains what?" I asked.She just grinned. "Have you looked in a mirror lately?"I rubbed my chin. "I did shave before coming, so yea."Summer rolled her eyes. "You can't tell me that you haven't noticed that you've filled out a little. You still look like a young 'un. You must have to beat the girls off with a stick.""What girls?" I asked.She looked at me for a moment, a look of shock crept across her face. "Pete, don't tell me you haven't moved on. Tell me you've been out with girls your own age since I left." She said the last part softly, but insistently."I've been on dates since you left." I said chuckling. "I missed you, and I sought solace in the arms of other women. I'm such a cad."She let out a sigh of relief. "So why here? Why now? It's not that I'm not happy to see you, honestly it isn't, but I'm getting the feeling there's something more going on here.""I've been out with a few girls, but I've only ever been in love with one." I looked her in the eyes. I didn't need to tell her who I meant. It was plain on her face that she realized it as soon as I said it.She looked at me her head tilting slightly, and reached over and took my hands in hers. She took a deep breath."What we shared was amazing, but you need to move on and live your life. You can't be in love with me. You're not even old enough..."I looked at her for a moment, and purposely raised an eyebrow and lifted my glass and took a long pull off my cider."Okay, you're old enough to drink, but you're still so young. What do you want with an old lady like me?""Whoa, hang on a minute. You're old? I wish you'd told me when we were rolling around in the sheets like a couple of horny teenagers.""You WERE a horny teenager!" She growled at me."That hasn't been the case now for two years, to the day." I replied. "I'd like to think I've had time to work it out, think on it, and grow up a little."She looked at me for a moment. "To the day? Your birthday is today?"I nodded."What about you? Have you been dating, are you in a relationship?" I asked. I felt my heart sink as I waited for the blow."Happy Birthday." She said and lifted herself up leaned across the table and kissed me.The shock lasted a split second, her lips lingered in front of mine. I didn't hesitate and leaned in and I closed the gap, this time unhurried. Her kiss was soft and warm as her tongue brushed my lip tentatively asking for permission to enter.There was a soft shuffling noise and the close clink of a plate. I was loath to part from her. Summer's eyes popped open looking into mine shocked as she pulled back and sat down, her cheeks bright pink. I just grinned. She peeked up at the waitress, who had a huge grin on her face as she set the plates down on the edge of the table, rather than between us."You two lovebirds want another round?""Not just yet." I replied looking at our half-filled glasses. As soon as the waitress walked away Summer started giggling, and I quickly joined her."Oh those smell so good." She reached for a plate and scooped a couple little dumplings onto it. She broke one in half and steam rose out of it, after dousing it with mustard she blew on half of it, then rather than eat it, she leaned over the table and offered it to me."Careful it's hot." She said stabbing the other and popping into her mouth, chewing carefully.It was hot, I gasped some air trying to cool it off as I bit down. "What is this?" I asked tasting onion and bacon."Deep fried pierogis. They're so bad for you, but they taste so good." Her eyes rolled up as chewed.I hadn't let the fact that she didn't respond to my question slip past."They are good," and I paused a moment to see if she'd respond.She let out a small sigh. "After a while... one of my friends kept prodding me to get out of my funk. Trust me when I say, I was in a bad way when I got home. I cried my eyes out for a week. There was a new doctor that worked on C South. She kept pushing me at him, I guess because he'd been asking about me. He asked me out, and after a couple invitations I finally accepted."She shrugged and made a grimace."So...""So? So what you want to know is whether or not I'm still seeing him, or if things got more serious. Is that right?" She said, a little smirk tugged at the corner of her mouth.I just raised my eyebrows, in imitation of her expression, which made her chuckle."If I were, would I be here feeding you, and swapping' spit?" She said with a sharp twang.I nearly choked on the bite she'd just fed me."Well I know you as the type who would let someone down easily. You don't like to hurt people, least of all those you care about." I said.She nodded slowly. "How long did it take you to figure out Emily hadn't broken her arm?"I just grinned at her attempt to change the subject. "So what happened with doctor wonderful?" At this point it wasn't just an assumption that the doctor was history, it was more a matter of how. She poked at the last bit on her plate with a fork before answering."It didn't work out. Once we'd done the deed, he seemed to lose interest. Come to find out, he's got a reputation of burning through coworkers. The reason he was new here was because he was asked to leave his old hospital because of a harassment lawsuit brought by several women that he worked with.""So you dumped him?""Like a hot potato." She grinned. "Besides Emmy hated him from day one. I should have taken her appraisal to heart."The grip in my chest relaxed. "Was he..."She raised her eyebrows at me this time, causing us to both laugh at the mirrored expression."What? Was he the only one? Yes. I haven't been playing bedroom bingo since I got home Pete. There, are you happy?"I just smiled at her."You smug little shit." She said laughing. "You are happy aren't you?"I just nodded."You think I'm just going to fall into your bed like nothing has changed? Is that it?" She said, still smiling.I stopped smiling and shook my head gently. "No, and technically, it was never my bed we fell into."She got a shrewd look. "What then?"I wasn't prepared for her to ask outright what it was that I expected, but I didn't hesitate with my response."I'm in love with you, and I have been for over a year, and I want to know how you feel about me."She sat there wide eyed for a moment, her mouth hanging open."Are you trying to catch flies?" I asked with a smirk."You're serious?" She said softly.I just nodded. "I'd move here, find a place, get a job and hopefully start my training to become a paramedic. I can get into the university as a resident, cheaper tuition, but mostly I just want to be with you.""You're crazy." She said softly."I've heard love does that to people.""Hon, there's so much more to consider than just that." She said, reaching across the table laying her hand on mine."I know, that's why I'm here now." I waited, looked away from her for a moment and took a deep breath. "If it was just... a summer fling. I'm okay with that, really I am. That doesn't mean I don't want us to be friends."Her hand gripped mine. "It wasn't like that at all. You have to understand what was going on in my life at the time. You showed up at a time when my self-esteem was crushed. I needed to feel loved, even wanted again. You did that in a single afternoon. Sure at first I was upset with you for being a peeping tom, but then I kind of liked the idea of a young guy getting excited seeing me in all my glory. I felt desired. When you brought my sorry, broken ass inside and made me lunch, got me the lotion for my sunburn, and ice for my ankle. You cared about me, and you didn't even know me. I didn't prompt you, you did it out of compassion, and that's something I needed right then.""And now?" I interjected.She tightened her jaw as she thought about her response. "It's different now. I'm different now. I came home and began rebuilding. I like being self-sufficient for the first time in my life, I like knowing that I can stand on my own two feet. I can be a good mother, make sure that dinner gets on the table and the bills get paid. It's empowering." She looked into my eyes. "I have you to thank for that.""Me?""Yes, you. You picked me up and dusted me off, figuratively and literally." She said, a tear slipped down her face.I reached up and brushed it away, and she grinned. "See? That's exactly what I'm talking about. You care about me, and it scared the hell out of me when I realized I felt the same way about you. That last night you nearly crushed my rib cage while we talked, but I didn't want to say anything because I was more afraid you'd let go, and I didn't want you to ever let go.""I was scared. Here I am a grown woman and I fell for a teenager because he was infatuated with me after I took his virginity." She said softly. "You were 19 for crying out loud, I should never have let it happen."I forced myself not to smile at that last statement. "Do you think that if I can carry you across a lawn and through a house, that I couldn't have stopped you? We didn't do anything that I didn't want to do. We were both consenting adults, you didn't take advantage of me."Summer just blinked her eyes and gave her head a little shake. "I just want to make sure I'm understanding all of this. You want to know if there's a chance for you and I to have a relationship, and you're willing to uproot and move here. You want to know if I'm okay with that, is that what you're really asking?""In short, yes." I said.It took her a while to respond. "What if I said no?""I could hope we'd remain friends. Maybe with a little communication once in a while. Who knows, you might even want to come back to Maine and visit, bring Emmy. There's a big summer camp just north of Camden. Just as friends." I said, waving off the shrewd look that she gave me, as if I were saying that we'd hustle Emmy off and get back to old times."What would happen if I said yes, and after you get settled in, you get tired of hanging out with an old lady? Where does that leave us then?" She countered. "You're a thousand miles from friends and family, resenting my very existence."I just smiled. "If I were worried about that, I wouldn't be here right now."I had the feeling her resolve was weakening when the corner of her mouth turned upward. "You know, the real test isn't me, it's Emmy. She knew Phil, the doctor I told you about, was a loser almost immediately. If you don't make the cut with her..." She just shook her head."So I must win over the princess to have the hand of the queen. It's a little backwards, but I like it. When can I set up my interview?" I said laughing.A sly smile crept across her face. "How long are you here for?""Forever, starting after Christmas. I have to work a full year at RFD or I'll have to pay back the tuition for school. I can be back just after the holidays." I said. "I'm on two weeks' vacation so I don't really need to head back until the end of next week.""I think I have just the thing then. Emily and I often go down to the firehouse on Fridays where they have a fish fry. You can meet my uncle while you're there, he's a fireman too.""That would be fine. What about us?""What about us?" She mimicked, not understanding my question."Would you do me the honor of going out on a date with me?" I asked formally.Her face lit up. "I'd love that. I'll find someone to watch Emmy on Saturday. If Saturday is okay with you.""Saturday will be fine." I said. The grin on my face mirrored hers. Just then I realized that this meeting couldn't have gone any better if I'd planned it this way.Summer looked at her phone to check the time and said she had to go pick up Emily at her mom's and get her home to bed. She insisted on picking up the tab because it was my birthday."We'll make Saturday your real birthday dinner." She winked as she set down the pen."C'mon walk me to my car." She said."Still have the Jeep?""Yup, not many warm days now, so I can't run around topless." She said.I chuckled, and got a punch in the arm before she joined in. She tossed her handbag across to the passenger seat, as I watched her jeans hugging that beautiful backside. I wanted to take things slow, but the overwhelming sensation of everything going so well came over me. When she turned back to face me I took her in my arms and kissed her like I hadn't in years. Our lips met, her arms slipped around my neck pulling me deeper into her as our tongues danced a familiar dance. My hands crept up the back of her pullover, pulling us tighter together."I've been wanting to do that since you walked in the door." I gasped."Pete?" She asked softly."Yea?" I tilted my head, wondering at her questioning tone."Is this..." She stuttered. "I don't..." She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She slipped a hand off my shoulder and reached down between us grabbing the front of my jeans in a soft grip."Is this why your here?" She asked, her eyes bright in the dim light of the street lamp. The look on her face told me that this was a very important question, and nothing short of the truth would be accepted.I reached down between us taking her hand in mine and brought it up and laid it on my chest. "This is why I'm here. It's been empty for over a year, and I want to fill it again."Without moving her hand she leaned in and kissed me again. "Right answer." She whispered."I'll call you tomorrow. Happy birthday." She leaned out and we kissed again.She gave me a little wave as she drove off. I returned it. I just looked down the road for a minute before I drove back to my motel.I woke the next morning squeezing the pillow against my chest tightly. I immediately sat up knowing there was a reason I woke this fast, and the ringer went off again. I dove for my phone to answer it."Good morning sleepy head." Came the soft sweet voice."Good morning sweets." I replied."I'm sorry, I know it's early and you're on vacation, but I wanted to know what you had planned today."I yawned. "Well I was going to go to the city and pick up an application for the fire department for one. I might take a look at what kind of apartments there are around. Get to know the place a little. Why, did you have something in mind?""Well I was wondering if you'd like to come join me for lunch. It'll have to be at the hospital cafeteria. I won't have time to go far. Don't worry the food's not bad." She said with a chuckle."I'd love to." I said, and she gave me directions on how to find her once I got there.I got ready for the day, and headed into the city to get things rolling. I found a realty office that handled rentals, and picked up a business card letting them know what I was looking for and when. I found a small florist shop and stopped in to get Summer some flowers before meeting her for lunch.I made my way into the hospital and up one floor following the signs through the labyrinth of hallways. I pushed through a set of doors into a small ward of a dozen rooms set up in a semi-circle around a large nursing station. I peeked around looking for Summer and didn't see her."Thanks honey, you can set them on the counter there." I heard from behind me. I turned to find a nurse coming from one of the rooms rubbing her hands."What room?" She asked, with a slight drawl in her voice."Christa." I said smiling.The nurses eyes went wide, and her mouth formed a surprised O-shape. "You're him, the guy she's been going on about all morning! Pete, right?"I nodded, grinning bigger. "I certainly hope so.""Just a minute and I'll get her, I think she's down the hall here." She trotted off, more excited than I thought she had reason to be. She returned a couple minutes later saying Summer would be right there after she was done with her patient. A minute later I noticed a head peek out of the room down the hall, but the hair was dark, not Summer's blond mane. I nearly bust out laughing, instead I just winked, turned slightly and leaned on the counter.She slid her hand along my back above my belt. I turned and kissed her without even a hello."Hi! That was mean. Sandy is going to have inappropriate thoughts about you for the rest of the day now." She kissed me again."Don't you know that can spread infection and disease, take that somewhere else." The first nurse said."This stick in the mud is Sam, a complete pain in the ass, and good friend. This is Pete, the friend I told you about." Summer said." Hmm, the hot fireman that rescued your clumsy ass from nearly drowning, you mean." Sam held out her hand. "Don't you make any mistake Pete. You hurt this girl and I'll find you, then nobody will find you. You got that?"I chuckled. "Deal."Summer just rolled her eyes at us both."Come on, let's go spread some germs away from prying eyes." Summer winked at Sam and took my hand leading me down the hallway. She turned before we made it to the main hallway and led me down a side hall. She tapped a code into the door lock and pulled me in flipping on the light. The racks of linens, and supplies lined shelves. She turned and wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me into her kiss. After a few minutes of oral calisthenics I came up for air."Are you what I'm having for lunch?" I asked, grinning."Just the appetizer, I'm actually kind of hungry for food too." She replied reaching for the front of my jeans."Wow, what happened to dating a while, you know, getting to know each other." I chuckled.We eventually walked into the cafeteria and hopped into line with everyone else, then made our way to a table in the back."Funny thing happened last night after I got home I called a friend of mine who has a daughter in Emily's class, and she invited Emily to a sleep over on Saturday." She said."What a stroke of luck. What did you have to promise her for that?" I grinned."She had some sordid request involving you that I won't even entertain. I told her she'd have to settle for a similar return favor in the future. She threw in that she wanted to meet you. The only way I'll allow that is supervised. You're not safe with her."I laughed aloud, causing a few people to look over at us."You know, I've noticed no shortage of guys around here. What gives?" I asked."Nothing, it's just a matter of quality over quantity." She said giving me a wink. "As I remember it, I was far from the only girl in Maine, though calling myself a girl is a bit of a stretch.""No. There were plenty of girls around, and you shouldn't hesitate at all. After a complete and thorough examination, on more than one occasion, I can verify that you have all the requisite parts to be a girl." I returned her wink."Smart ass." She said."Actually, though nice as it is, that wasn't one of the parts in question." I said, just before getting a swift kick in the shin.The leaves had turned and were falling, the breeze lifting them up in swirls of gold, orange and red. It may be autumn, but it felt like spring to me. This is going to happen, I thought, and my excitement began to build anew. I'm sure that when I stopped for a coffee, the girl behind the counter thought I was crazy because of the silly grin on my face.I found myself killing time the best I could. Before I knew it I was scoping out dinner before I headed back to the motel. I stopped into a little café and had something light. I did a little research online, found a nice place with good reviews and called and made reservations for Saturday. I flipped on the TV and surfed around aimlessly for a while. I must have nodded off because I was startled awake by the room phone. I answered a little groggily."Did I wake you? I'm sorry hon." She said."No no, I just dozed off watching a little TV that's all." I paused, not wanting to ask why she called, because the truth was, I was just glad she had."So." She said drawing it out a bit. "Are you stretched out on that big old bed?" She giggled, and it sounded like she was nervous."Yup, I didn't go off and find another girl after lunch. I did expect to have them throwing themselves at me, but it just didn't happen. Odd huh?"She laughed genuinely at that. "You know how independent and head-strong West Virginia girls can be.""Do I ever. Wild and wonderful, I wouldn't have it any other way." I added quickly."Uh huh." She replied, not buying my bullshit. "What are you watching, some cheesy motel porno?""No! Some cheesy mystery movie.""Don't act like you didn't check it out. I bet you at least looked at the titles."I blushed, and even though she couldn't see, I knew that she was aware of my reaction."What are you wearing?" She said, her voice deep and husky.I paused before replying. "Jeans and a t-shirt. Why?""Take them off." She said.Without thought I reached for my belt. "What are you wearing?" I asked."I was wearing an over-sized t-shirt and a cute blue thong with polka dots.""You were?" I gulped."Uh huh." She said the smile in her voice came through loud and clear."So you're...""As the day I was born." She said cutting me off.I suddenly found myself with an obstacle to getting my boxers off quickly."When I got out of my bath I used this lotion I have, and it smells so nice, and my skin is so soft I can't help but stroke it."I dropped the phone and yanked the t-shirt off, nearly tearing it in the process."What are you stroking?" I asked, flipping off the TV."What would you like me to?" Came her cheeky reply."Start at the top, those cheeks, how I'd love to be kissing my way back to your ear to nibble on it and kiss my way down your neck.""Sounds nice. I absolutely love having my neck kissed."The vision of her naked body lying on rumpled sheets came back to me as if it were yesterday. "I'd take my time working my way along your collarbone and kiss those beautiful freckles on your shoulder.""You're going the wrong way.""Patience." I said. "I'd kiss my way down the faint little tan line, tracing it with the tip of my tongue. Follow along with your fingertips.""Sorry I was getting ahead of you.""I had a feeling. I can't wait until I can take those stiff pink nipples into my mouth again and taste you. They're hard, aren't they.""Hmm.""Pinch them, tug on them like you know I will.""Yes!" She hissed into the phone."Let go, and trace the soft skin down your stomach. Go slowly. I'd tickle my way down your tummy laying a trail of soft kisses down to your little strip.""Oh, it's gone.""Oh? Why did you do that?""Shaving accident. It's not as easy as you'd think to shave a straight line." She giggled."Smooth is nice too. Spread your legs." I said."You think I'm that easy do you?""No, not easy, just horny.""You know me so well." She said."Are you wet?" I asked."Are you hard?" She tossed back."Touché. Slip your finger in, get it good and wet." I replied."You don't know how much I wish it was something else that was getting slipped in.""What would you rather have in there right now?""Your hard cock, which I'm hoping is in your hand right now."She was right, my cock was hard as an iron pipe and I was stroking it slowly."Slip another finger in, imagine I was there to slip my hard cock into you ever so slowly.""Yea." She gasped."Slow down, what's your hurry?" I asked.Her breathing was fast and ragged."Please.""Please what, Summer?""Hurry!" She pleaded."You want me to drive my cock into you hard, filling you up with every stroke? Is that what you want?" I was working my cock quickly, my breath coming in short gasps."Yes, yes, yes!" She said as she began panting.I couldn't hold back any longer myself.I heard Summer say, "Hon are you there?"I shook my head and grabbed the phone. "Sorry I dropped the phone.""Oh, were you busy doing something?" She giggled."I'm going to need a shower now.""Need a hand with that?""Yes please! Would you come over and wash my back?" I asked."I'd love to, but I can't tonight." I heard her sigh."Let me grab a towel, I made a bit of a mess over here." I said. Summer just chuckled.I grabbed the phone again, the question forming in my mind. "Does Emily know that you're going to have company tomorrow night?""Uh huh. I told her my knight in shining armor made a road trip to come see me."I chuckled. "So the same story you told Sam? I'm the fireman who rescued you when you took a spill on the rocks?""If all it takes is a little white lie to protect my reputation then I'll take it." She said."What sort of reputation would you have without it?" I asked."Oh, please. If anybody knew the real story, let's just say it would be unpleasant. Besides you did come to my rescue, even if you didn't have the uniform yet.""I can go along with that. So do I get any info about my interview tomorrow? You know, what she likes, interests, hobbies, what to expect."Summer laughed. "Nope. I want first impressions from both of you. Come to the house around 5 and we'll go from here.""Okay sweets, get some sleep. I love you." I said.,"Goodnight hon, and I love you more." She said hanging up quickly, getting the last word.A night out on the town.The next morning I grabbed breakfast at a local coffee shop, and called home. Mom asked how things were going, and I said that they were going better than expected and I'd catch her up when I got back. I didn't tell her any more than that, but it was the complete truth. I still couldn't believe that things had gone so well.I looked into some after dinner entertainment four my date with Summer on Saturday, and realized I didn't have anything appropriate to wear. I decided to go shopping and find something worthy of a night to remember.I was in town and not far from the hospital from what I could tell so I gave Summer a call and asked if she wanted to have lunch again. I walked into the wing where she worked and leaned against the nurse's station looking up and down each hall to see if I could spot her. A woman behind a short partition looked up hearing me moving around."Hi. Can I help you?" She asked."I'm looking for Christa." I said."Oh, you must be Pete." She stood and walked over to the counter holding out her hand. "I'm Joan. She mentioned you'd be by.""I was hoping to sneak her away for a few minutes for lunch." I smiled."It's going to probably be another fifteen before she'll be able to. I have to wait for one of the other nurses to come back before I can release her into your care." She smiled."Okay well I can just grab a coffee in the cafeteria for a few to keep out of the way. Thanks." I said and turned to walk down the hallway and saw her in a room through a crack in the door. She was bent over a patient talking to them with a smile on her face. I looked at my watch and headed to the cafeteria to wait.I watched the coming and going of people through the windows for a while when I felt arms wrap around my neck and hands cover my eyes."Guess who?" She asked."Bob, is that you? Your hands are so soft." I replied.She buried her face in my hair and gave me a kiss on the top of the head before pulling my head back against her chest."Does Bob have these?" She said softly, and gave a subtle rub of her chest against my head."Well he has put on some weight so yea I'm guessing he does."She bent down and kissed my cheek. "Come on you clown, I'm hungry."I stood wrapping my arms around her waist and drew her tight against me giving her a long kiss. "Me too, but I'll have to settle for food."Her eyes flashed at me and her grin widened. "For now." Her cheeks turned pink at the sound of several muffled giggles. "Come on let's eat before you get me in trouble for sexually harassing a visitor.""I won't be the one filing a complaint. In fact I was just wondering in a place this size how many available beds there might be." I said, as I walked with her to the line. We settled in at the table and Summer attacked the giant salad she had in front of her."So no hints, nothing to go on tonight? I'm kind of nervous." I said."That's normal, weren't you nervous when you interviewed for your job at the fire department?""No, not really. It was more like signing up for a class than a job interview. He asked me some questions, I asked him a few, and before I knew it he was shaking my hand and welcoming me aboard.""It's not going to be like that, I assure you. She's pretty much your standard 12 year old girl." Summer just froze, the fork half way to her mouth and looked at me."What?" I asked worried."I just did the math." She looked around to see who was within earshot. "You're closer to her age than mine." She set down her fork and looked out the window for a minute.I reached out and took her hand. "Don't let it bother you. It sure as hell doesn't bother me."She snorted. "You'll still be in your twenties when I'm forty.""Don't worry, I'm a firefighter. I can put the candles out before the house burns down." I chuckled. Summer tried hard to look unamused and failed."I can imagine the news now. 'Aging spinster in torrid affair with young stud, more at 11.' My friends are going to think I'm trying to recapture lost youth. Let alone what my family...""Stop." I said sharply but softly. "You're worried about ten years from now more than you're worried about ten hours from now. Relax, there are only three people that have any input in this, and two of them are right here. I'm going to be interviewed by the other in just a few short hours."Summer looked at me seriously for a moment then burst out laughing."What?" I asked."The look on your face. You'd think you were facing a firing squad at sundown. I can assure you that you have nothing to worry about."We finished and Summer had to rush to get back, she tugged me along back as far as the nurses station. She turned and looked at me for a moment then gave me a quick wink."So you'll meet us at the house around 5? We can just take one car that way."I nodded. "Sounds good. I'll see you then."I began to lean in for a quick kiss when Summer snaked her arm around my neck and practically gave me a tonsillectomy with her tongue.I just chuckled and smiled, and let her get back to work.I spent a little time wandering around downtown window shopping before I went back to the motel. I took a little time to reflect on everything that had happened in just a few short days, and I realized I couldn't be luckier if I won the lottery. My only hurdle left is tonight. How would Emily see me, as someone invading their lives, as someone trying to fill her dad's shoes. I let out a sigh and decided that the best thing I could do is to set all of that aside and get to know her and let the chips fall where they may. Summer didn't seem overly concerned. Why should I?I grabbed a quick shower, dressed and grabbed my jacket before I headed up to Summer's house in the hills.To be continued in part 5, by Member389 for Literotica

(HR.1) Leroy BLUE Our mind with his new look We spend an extended period of time Shaming Leroy and his Blue Dyed beard Ole Captain Blue Beard walks the plank after being painted by His Wife Marlins manage to lose the Worst team in the Modern Era We briefly discuss notable Jeans and Genies Miami Hurricanes are 2 Wins away from their first College World Series since 2016 Cats in Edmonton for Media day We waste a few IQ points discussing time zones We get an update on Jonnu Smith trade talks Would you trade Jonnu for Kyle Pitts? Leroy argues Kyle Pitts is not as talented as advertised We dive deeper into the Jonnu Smith conundrum Leroy advises the front office to sign Jonnu at whatever rate he requests Tobin argues that Stephen Ross has literally paid his dues in the past and understands why he wouldn't want to do that anymore (HR.2) Cats in 5? Tobin predicts a Beat Down of the Oilers Tobin finds himself attempting to Hate Listen on the way to work today Tobin then predicts "Cats in 5" as he calls for a beat down of the Oilers We take a second to reacknowledge Leroy's Bizarrely Blue Beard The guys preview the Stanley Cup Finals NBA trade Fodder! Kevin Durant to the Rockets? Suns Prioritizing a Center in trades involving Kevin Durant Would you be willing to trade Kel'El Ware Kevin Durant? The guys attempt to put trade packages together to acquire Durant without giving up Ware Damage is Done! Tobin rips Lebron's new podcast to shreds Our Boy Blue blames his wife for his new look Tyrese Haliburton revenge tour carries on (HR.3) Tobin's unexpected Beef with this NFL superstar Mike McDaniel Addresses the media! He speaks on a few hot topics In regards to Jonnu Smith, Mike McDaniel stays out of it as claims to want the Tight end to return We take more time to Clown Leroy's beard Tobin thinks Joe Burrow should have more haters He thinks Burrow gets praise for doing normal things that every quarterback already does Tobin calls everyone sea lions for clapping along to his every move We Spend another few minutes clowning Leroy's Beard Marcos Mixed Bag! Deion Sanders says Draft fall gave his sons an edge Paul Maurice talks about his opponents We give up on Russell Wilson (HR.4) Jaime Jaquez Jr. is named a NBA Player Correspondent for the NBA Finals Frog Boy's Draft Big Board! Marcos lists 5 players that the Miami Heat could potentially draft. We get ready for Game 1 of the Florida Panthers rematch as they arrive to Edmonton just in time for media day. We end the show on a good high with more laugh surrounding Leroy's blue chin hairs... Should he shave it off?

We spend an extended period of time Shaming Leroy and his Blue Dyed beard Ole Captain Blue Beard walks the plank after being painted by His Wife Marlins manage to lose the Worst team in the Modern Era We briefly discuss notable Jeans and Genies Miami Hurricanes are 2 Wins away from their first College World Series since 2016 Cats in Edmonton for Media day We waste a few IQ points discussing time zones We get an update on Jonnu Smith trade talks Would you trade Jonnu for Kyle Pitts? Leroy argues Kyle Pitts is not as talented as advertised We dive deeper into the Jonnu Smith conundrum Leroy advises the front office to sign Jonnu at whatever rate he requests Tobin argues that Stephen Ross has literally paid his dues in the past and understands why he wouldn't want to do that anymore

durée : 00:25:04 - Beatrice Rana, pianiste (3/5) - par : Judith Chaine - Dans ce troisième épisode de notre grand entretien, la pianiste partage son amour pour Jean-Sébastien Bach, rend hommage aux grands pianistes italiens, revient sur sa rencontre décisive avec Arie Vardi et sur sa victoire au Concours musical international de Montréal. - réalisé par : Arnaud Chappatte

Summer Arrives on the Atlantic Coast of Maine, in time for his first time.A 7-part series by Member389. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Stories. I was finally glad to be out of school. My buddy Jeff got out last year. He went off and joined the military and left our little town. I figured I'd work the summer here and see what was what after the tourists left. It was still early yet, they hadn't started arriving yet, clogging the roads with their luxury cars, acting as if they owned the place. Truth be told, they did. If it weren't for them, the rest of us wouldn't have a living. Fishing wasn't cutting it anymore, and the old quarries down coast were barely running now. Luckily we had the tourists.I walked down into the village near the docks, and popped into the little corner store."Hey Peter." I heard as I walked in. Paula nodded at me and smiled. She and her husband ran this little place, and did well by the locals and tourists alike. I waved and smiled at her as I headed to the back and grabbed a soda from the cooler."You headed over to see Davy about work?" She asked."Yea, I figure I gotta do something before mom tosses me out of the house." I chuckled."Would you do me a favor? Chip is out on a delivery and we're short-handed. Is there any chance you could make a delivery for me, it's on your way. The lady has an account so you don't need to collect any money. It's just, I heard she twisted her ankle on the beach and I told her that if she needed anything to call us and I'd get it over to her.""Sure, where is it going?" I said.She handed me two canvas sacks from the cooler, and gave me the address. It was just a couple blocks over from where I was headed. Paula refused to let me pay for my soda before leaving. I walked the few blocks turning up onto the driveway that led to a house facing the water. I walked around the house looking for the kitchen door. As I turned the corner I saw a woman lying on a towel on the lawn. She lay there basking in the morning sun completely naked. A small pile of fabric beside her looked like a swimsuit she may have been wearing. I stopped and looked around, the spot was well sheltered on the curve in the road. Her long blonde hair trailed out above her on her towel, her arms down at her sides, her deep pink nipples pointing up to the sun. Her stomach was flat and a little glint of something shiny hinted at a belly button ring. From this distance I couldn't be sure. A small strip of hair dipped down between her thighs. Her legs were long toned and pale, but getting red. She had just started tanning by the color she'd turned already. She was going to look like a freshly boiled lobster in a very short time.I realized she hadn't heard or seen me, so I turned and cleared my throat loudly. I looked over my shoulder, and she hadn't moved. I decided I'd just put the groceries in the house for her. I set the bags on the kitchen table and peeked to make sure nothing needed to be put in the icebox. Thankfully I did or the cold stuff would have spoiled. I put them away and left the rest. I walked towards the back door again and looked out the screen at her. She was beautiful, like she'd just stepped out of a magazine centerfold. She still hadn't moved, and it wouldn't be long before she burned badly. So I took it upon myself to rescue her, that's just the kind of guy I am. I opened the back door and pushed it open as far as possible and let it swing shut. The loud rap of the wood on the frame did the trick. She jumped, then the realization that somebody was near and she was naked came on her and she rolled onto the grass pulling the towel over her covering up. I saw why she hadn't heard me as an earbud fell out onto the grass.She peeked over the top of her big sunglasses, and in an accent I hadn't heard around here, she asked. "Can I help you?" The scolding tone of her voice saying that she didn't appreciate being peeked at while she was sunbathing.I scrunched up my face. "Where are you from?" I asked, curious about her accent."Right here buster, I'm renting this place. Where in hell did you come from?" She replied."Oh! Paula down at the market asked me to deliver your groceries. They were shorthanded and I was headed this way."She just stared at me for a moment, and I returned the stare taking in the scene with a dumb-founded look."Would you be a gentleman and please turn around?" She said a little testily. I did as she asked. Unfortunately for her I'd turned and was looking directly at her reflection in the kitchen window. She stood up cursing quietly, putting her weight on one foot, and wrapped the towel around her and tucked it in above her breasts. She was tall, and though her breasts weren't large they were nicely shaped, and red. The little stripe of hair ended neatly where I thought. The towel was just long enough to cover her modestly. She hobbled over to the little pile of cloth and swept up her bikini and started hobbling towards the house like a wounded animal. She passed me and got to the step and hobbled up the half step, and opened the door using it for stability and hopped up the step into the kitchen.She hobbled back to the screen door and said. "Well come on in."I walked over and stepped into the kitchen. She was sitting down on one of the chairs one leg splayed out in front of her the other tucked under the chair. The smooth skin was kissed with a flush of pink. I knew she was going to regret falling asleep out there later, but I'm glad I happened to wake her up so she didn't get severely burned. She was fumbling with her towel to keep it up, and digging through a big pocket book."Paula said that you have an account." I held up my hand. "I'm not going back to the store anyhow."She peeked up at me from her purse through a tangle of long blonde hair. "Thank you, but I was going to give you something for the trouble. She mentioned that you wouldn't be here until afternoon because it was busy today." A pink nipple peaked over the top of the polka dot beach towel. She caught me staring. "Though it could be surmised that you already got your tip." She said an eyebrow going up, and a small grin turning the corners of her mouth up. She shook her head as she pulled the towel back into place and tossed the purse onto the table. She held her arm out straight with a folded bill in it. I just shook my head once and waved it off."Thanks, but you don't need to do that." I said."Don't make me get up, my ankle hurts like hell, and I'm in no shape to use it to kick your ass for being a peeping tom." She replied grinning. She waved the money again. I shrugged and took it slipped into my jeans pocket. I was hoping she hadn't noticed they were tighter in front than a moment before."Thanks." I nodded."No, thank you Chip, I would have come into town to get them later but she insisted on having you deliver them."I smiled. "I'm not Chip. He was doing another delivery. I'm Pete.""Nice to meet you." She said holding out a hand. "I'm Summer."I shook her hand. She had a firm grip and didn't let up until I did. I just stood there for a moment looking at her. She had mesmerizing blue eyes and a crooked little smile. I realized I was staring when her brow went up. I felt myself blush."Are you thirsty? I could use something cold." Summer asked. I nodded."If you don't mind, there's a pitcher of iced tea in the fridge. I'm going to go put something on besides a towel.""Not on my account I hope?" Why not, I figured, she seemed to have a sense of humor about getting caught. I smiled over my shoulder at her as I reached for the cupboard door. She laughed aloud at that.She stood again, wobbling, and took her bikini in hand and walked towards the living room and gasped grabbing for the door jamb. In the process the towel let go and she stood there grasping the towel in one hand the door in the other. Her long smooth back tapered to a narrow waist and flared back out to beautifully curved hips. On her back was a pretty sunflower tattoo with vines around it. There looked to be a figure in the center of it."Oh to hell with it. I don't think I've got anything left to hide at this point." She muttered and hobbled out of the room. I opened up the freezer and got a tray of ice out, and filled the glasses. I heard her fumbling around a bit and she started to hobble back out. She'd pulled a light blue flowered sundress on, and taken a minute to brush out her hair. She hobbled over to an easy chair in the living room and sat down. "Would you be a doll and bring that in here?"I walked into the living room and she was gingerly setting her foot on the coffee table. I handed her a glass and set the other down. I took the towel she'd tossed on the sofa and folded it up into a little bundle and went to take her leg. I stopped myself and looked up at her, from under fallen bangs."May I?" I asked. She held her glass with both hands, licking tea from her upper lip, and nodded. I lifted her calf, the skin smooth and warm in my hand, and slipped the folded towel under her ankle to pad it from the table. I set it down carefully and she let out a sigh. I sat down on the sofa and took up my glass. I was looking into the glass at the ice cubes floating around. I set it back down and went to the kitchen, found a plastic bag and filled it with the rest of the ice. I looked down at her, she sat there wide eyed as I reached to carefully set it on her ankle."Thank you," She said softly, with a smile "again.""You slammed the door on purpose didn't you?" She asked."Well you were beginning to look like a lobster out there, fresh from the pot. I wasn't sure if you were asleep and I didn't want you to burn, or worse." I said.She smiled. "Thank you." She said, and after a moment she added, "West Virginia.""Rockport here, welcome to Maine." I toasted her with my tea, and we clinked glasses. Neither of us said anything we just sat there enjoying our tea."You said this was on your way? Where were you going?" Summer asked."I was headed down to Davy's marina down the road." I said. Then pointed. "If you go down Sea Road and bear right. He runs a couple of boats for fishing, sightseeing and whale watching. I was going to see if he needed any help this summer."She nodded, and looked down at her ankle. Water running down her leg from the condensation on the bag."If he doesn't give you a job on a boat, you might want to consider going to medical school." She chuckled. "You're a quick thinker and have a gentle touch. I don't mean to keep you from where you were headed but since this is really feeling like hell." She pointed at her foot. "I was wondering if you could do me another favor before you leave.""Sure, what else do you need, lunch?" I asked.She laughed. "Well that would be nice, but I was just going to ask you to go into the bathroom and grab the ace bandage that's rolled up on the counter and the bottle of pain killers for me. I want to get this wrapped again, now that I'm not worried I'll look like a cat with one white paw."I set my glass down, and went to the bath and found the items. I found a bottle of sunburn lotion on the counter and brought that too."I see you came prepared to burn." I looked at the bottle."Well when you're as white as I am, it happens often, especially this early in the season." Summer said as she reached up for the items. She reached down and took the ice off, and dried her foot off on the towel. She crossed her legs, her dress riding up high as she reached to start unrolling the bandage.I laughed. "That looks more awkward than a lobster trying to climb a tree." I reached out for the bandage and took it from her. "Let me show you how it's done." I sat on the edge of the coffee table and laid her leg across mine. I wrapped her ankle neatly slipping the clips on at the end with a flourish. I looked at her toes peeking up, the nails a sparkly pink color. A small throat clear broke me out of my reverie, only to notice that I'd been absently stroking her shin and calf. I snatched my hand away, and felt my face turn bright red again. I looked down at the rug and apologized."For what? Doing a better job than I would wrapping my ankle? Or maybe the lame lobster jokes." She flipped a hand at me and took the bottle and popped it open. She poured out her dose and knocked them back with a swallow of her tea."I should take these with food." She took her foot off my lap and set it gingerly on the floor, grabbing the arms of the chair preparing to get up."Whoa! Where are you going?" I asked."I was going to go see what was in those bags to eat." She said."Sit down. I'll get you something." I answered quickly.She rolled her eyes at me. "You've done far more than you should have for a tired, broken down old lady." She rolled forward again, and I put my hand on her shoulder to keep her balance back."I'll get it." I said firmly. "What would you like?""You are too sweet." She said, relaxing back into the chair. "What did you bring?"I went into the kitchen to rummage through the bags. Given a little creativity and a few minutes time I whipped up a sandwich and chips. I peeked around the door jamb to ask if she wanted mustard or mayo on her turkey. The sight that greeted me stopped me in my tracks. Summer had sat forward on the chair, and slipped the straps off the sundress pushing it down to her waist. She sat there slowly rubbing in the sunburn cream into her skin. She finished her arms and began working on her chest rubbing slowly giving each nipple a pinch and tug. My jeans felt about ready to explode at the sight of her. I popped my head back around the door and called out asking my question. She replied, mustard. I responded that it was ready then, to give her time to cover up.I walked into the room with the plate in front of me and the bag of chips dangling beneath to try and hide my arousal. I sat quickly as I handed her the plate, hoping I'd covered myself well enough."Ooh thanks!" She said setting the plate down and reaching for half the sandwich. She just stopped and looked at me. "You didn't make one for yourself?" I shook my head. "Here," she handed me the other half, "I hate eating alone."I shrugged and took the other half, and we ate quietly. I asked her how she twisted her ankle. Exploring wet rocks on the outbound tide, she'd slipped and thought she'd broken it. She had gotten an X-ray and it was only a bad sprain."Ironic. I ended up having to postpone starting work at the very hospital that I was going to be starting at next week." She said."Oh? You a doctor?" I asked."RN, and I was serious earlier, you have a gentle touch, and you wrap a mean ankle." She followed with a smile."Sports." I said by way of explanation. She nodded.She opened her mouth laying a chip on her tongue and took it in whole giving it a crunch. I didn't know why, but she fascinated me on an entirely new level. I'd seen naked girls before, well in magazines and movies, anyway. Here sat a woman who, unlike those from around here, wasn't scandalized by having her body admired. This isn't the end of the world, but not far from it."How old are you Pete." She asked. I told her the truth, that I was nineteen, and I'd just graduated last month. She offered me the chips, and I took a few."What are your plans from here?" She asked."I honestly don't know. I have no idea what I want to be when I grow up." I said chuckling.She set the chips aside and wiped her hands on the towel. She took up the bottle of cream and popped the cap up. She nonchalantly pulled up the hem on her dress to a nearly indecent level and leaned forward and began rubbing the cream into her leg. She continued to ask me about the area, what there was to do after school got out. She worked her hand further up her thigh, the warm pink flesh supple under her fingers. She pulled back again, the hem of the dress slid up, and a peek of pink lace appeared. She asked if I had a girlfriend. Which made me pause. She started on the other leg working from the ankle up to the knee. She stopped and looked at me when I didn't reply."No?" She asked, no doubt noticing that I'd been watching every movement she made.I just shook my head looking down at the floor. "No. I've gone out a few times, but never really had a girlfriend."She looked down her leg again, massaging her up her thigh slowly. Watching her was not helping the situation in my jeans one bit."That's too bad. Seems an awful waste of resources if you ask me." She smirked."Huh?" I said looking up at her with a quizzical look.She bit her lower lip and looked me in the eye for a moment, then down at my lap, and nodded.I must have turned deep red, she looked up at me and smiled, then busted out laughing."Oh my God! You're as innocent as the day you were born, aren't you?" She asked grinning ear to ear.I stammered."Oh hell." She waved her hand. "Don't be embarrassed hon. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to get you a hard time." She reached over and gave my wrist a quick squeeze. The feel of her warm hand sent a shock up my arm. She leaned back in the chair, not bothering to adjust her dress. The little pink lace peeking out kept drawing my eye. I could feel her eyes studying me as I tried not to look.She started softly. "Am I the first woman you've ever seen naked?" She followed with, "in person?"I cleared my throat. "Well, that close, yea." I said softly. "Last summer, my friend and I found a cove where some girls go to tan in the summer, but we stay well back. They mostly only took their tops off. Jeff had binoculars." I felt my ears turn red.Summer smiled again biting her lip. "So, the peeping tom thing isn't new." She giggled. She was enjoying teasing me. A moment of silence passed while I looked anywhere but at her. "Stand up Pete, and come here." I looked at her and did as she asked. She slowly reached up, and tugged the straps of her dress to the side, and looped her arms up through, pushing it down her torso. Her breasts popped free, the cherry red nipples stiff in the cool breeze coming through the house. She looked up at me from under a lock of hair, still biting her lip. Time seemed to stop, and I wasn't sure what to do next, but instinct pushed me to reach out and cup her breast. It was warm and soft in my hand, and I stroked it gently. I reached up with my thumb and rubbed the nipple. A sigh as she inhaled deeply, her eyes were closed while I explored. I rolled it between my thumb and finger it was as hard as a pencil eraser."That feels nice." She said softly. I stroked the curve up to her chest, and back down between them following it around.Time started again when I jumped back startled. I hadn't expected it when her hand reached up and pressed against the front of my jeans."Oh!" She giggled. "I didn't mean to scare you. I just thought you might enjoy a little rub too." She nodded at my jeans. "Let me see it."I went wide eyed like a deer in caught in headlights."Come on. It's only fair, you saw mine." She urged. Her hand slid down raising the hem of her dress showing off the pink lace panties with black lace trim. She circled the front with her finger, pressing as she did. She reached over and took the last swallow of her tea and caught an ice cube from the glass. Swirling it around her mouth. She opened her mouth showing me that she was rolling the cube around with her tongue.Without conscious thought my hands reached for my zipper to release the pressure built up behind it. I pulled it down as she watched intently. I unbuttoned the fly of my boxers and the pressure was gone as my hard cock pushed its way out seeking relief.Summer made an approving sound deep in her throat at the sight of it. "Ooh that's nice." The ice cube clicked on her teeth and she crushed it quickly, chewing the bits of ice. She looked up at me and made a come hither motion with her free hand, the other still working on the pink lace. I stepped forward as if she were drawing me towards her with an invisible tether. She reached up slowly this time and took me gently into her hand. Stroking the shaft and rubbing the tip with her thumb. I gasped, my breath coming in short panting breaths. "That's it, easy now." She said in a soothing voice, as if calming a frantic animal. "You aren't going to last very long."My body was humming like a taut wire as she gently stroked me. In a move that surprised me, she leaned forward and took me into her mouth. The cold sensation from her chewing the ice nearly pushed me over the top. I gasped. She licked my cock like a kid with an ice cream cone, her icy tongue dragging away at me. I knew I was about to cum, and she did too. She stepped up the pace of her licking, and took me into her mouth once more sliding down further until I lost it. I felt my hips jerk forward and she put her hand on my thigh to keep me from choking her. I grabbed for the first thing at hand, and it happened to be the back of her head, and I erupted. My body stiffened as I gasped for air. I felt as if she was drawing me inside out. I exploded in her mouth, her tongue cleaning up the mess I'd made."Is that the first time a girl has done that to you?" She asked softly, lapping my still hard cock. I nodded between gasping breaths."You poor thing. Have you ever thought of what it would be like to lick a girl down there?" She asked innocently. I looked down to find her fingers had slipped into the panties and were making deep circular motions. I had to think, because if I hadn't before now, I certainly was beginning to. She kept darting her tongue out, giving me soft licks and quick flicks with her tongue and thought I could do that.She stood up awkwardly not putting her weight on her bad ankle, and reached up beneath her sundress tugging at the fabric. Soon her panties were around her knees. She turned and tossed the towel onto the chair and spread it out."Oh screw it." She said pushed down the fabric of her sundress as it slid over her hips. She sat down pushing her dress and panties off and tossed them on the couch. She leaned back on the chair as I watched her chest rise and fall with her slow deep breathing. My eyes followed down her taut stomach, a small silver heart dangled from her belly button on a chain. My eyes scanned further down and found the top of her little narrow strip, the soft tuft of dark blonde hair leading to deep pink lips. I stood there with my mouth hanging open as she set her leg back up on the coffee table, opening up a little more for me. I licked my dry lips, which must have been a sign."That's what I like to see. A willing student." She smiled and winked at me. "Grab a pillow and kneel down. I'll give you a quick lesson on the special anatomy of a girl." She chuckled. I did as she asked and knelt before her. She proceeded to point out the highlights softly, in an encouraging voice. Explaining how best to please a woman down there.I leaned forward, my nose filling with the scent of her. I reached forward licking upward between her spread fingers. She let out a deep sigh and I began licking and nibbling. I tilted my head up and began swirling her clit with my tongue like she'd done to my cock. She threw her head back and her jaw dropped as a low moan escaped her lips.She panted quickly. "Slip your finger inside me, and make a come here motion." She mimed it with one finger.I did as she asked, slipping my middle finger into her as far as I could. It was wet, and warm and I could feel her tighten down on me. I started off slowly stroking in and out of her, then remembered how she'd shown me and I rubbed up and forward and back again. I had forgotten what I was doing and noticed she'd reached down to start stroking her clit with incredible speed. I leaned down putting my tongue to it again, and began flicking it with my tongue as fast as I could. Summer arched up off the chair and began yelling, 'Oh my God.' She stayed that way for nearly a minute before collapsing back into the chair gasping for air. My hand was soaked with her juices. I wasn't sure, but I figured I'd done well. I used the corner of the towel to wipe my hand. I looked at her swollen, wet and deep pink lips and just leaned forward and began lapping up the mess she'd made, slowly with the tip of my tongue. She inhaled sharply and her legs came together quickly."Easy there." She said pushing my head away gently. "It's very sensitive after." She released the grip she had of my hair and ran her fingers through it. She was just looking at me smiling while I licked my lips."So how did I do teach?" I asked.She chuckled. "I'd say you did pretty damn well for a first-timer. I'll give you an A plus for effort and an A for technique." She smiled. I was hard as a rock, and wondered if I was going to be allowed to follow through with the next thing that came to my mind."Are you a typical young guy with a raincoat in your wallet?" She asked, reading my mind. I looked at her with my quizzical look again. She just rolled her eyes and shook her head. I sighed looking down, and shook my head slowly. I got a slightly scolding look in reply. I wasn't sure if it was because I didn't have one, or that she was unhappy about it as well."Get up." She said giving a slight push to my forehead. I leaned back and stood in a single motion. I nearly fell over backwards when I realized I still had both legs caught with my jeans around my knees. Summer leaned forward to grab my arm and help me balance. She nodded down at them and without saying a word let me know that I should get them off. She gripped my hand solidly and pulled herself carefully out of the chair and hobbled a step aside. She reached down taking the rumpled beach towel off the chair and flipped it in half and lay it on the center cushion of the sofa. She turned me back to and gave me a push so I fell back onto it."Don't move." She said leveling a serious gaze at me. She hobbled back off to the bedroom. A little rustling later she came back with something closed in her fist. She pulled the coffee table up close and sat gently on the edge of it facing me."First things first. It's never her responsibility to make sure you're prepared." She said holding up a little foil packet. "If you aren't prepared, then keep it in your pants, or her hand if you're lucky enough." She smiled. "The only time it'll be up to her to help is now. If she'd like to." She reached forward and began slowly stroking me, her fingers firm and soft at the same time. "You see, you can't wrap the rascal unless he's primed and ready." She smiled. "I'll show you how best to use this so you don't end up a daddy too soon, or worse."I smiled and rolled my eyes."Hey, we can stop right now if you like." She said levelly at me. The shock on my face must have been plain as day. "That's what I thought." She smiled and looked down at my hard cock. "I'd hate to stop now myself." She peeled the wrapper down the side pulling out the little ring. She held it close for me to see. "See how it's rolled up? Place it with the rolled side up over the tip like this." She reached holding my cock in one hand and setting the condom on the tip. "Unroll gently down the shaft like this." She said sliding her fingers down my shaft unrolling it fully. "All the way down. That's important since she's not going to want to fish the thing out of her if it comes off in the middle of your good time. It also makes it pretty useless if that happens." She gave the base of my cock a little squeeze. She pulled my knees together, and stood up kneeling on the sofa straddling me."This is a good position for us to start with. It gives a woman the ability to control the depth and speed with which you entering her. Missionary isn't bad, but if you get a little over zealous it can end up hurting her. If you want to her to ever want you back in her again then it's best to make sure she has a good time too." She said reaching down between us she ran her finger up and down her swollen lips."Remember to open her gently beforehand, the more care you take with her, the more likely she'll be calling you for more." She sat up, and lined herself up over my cock and took my shoulders as I took her by the hips. She looked down at me for a moment, one eyebrow going up."Oh." I said reaching between us and stroking her still wet lips placing fingers on either side and gently opening her up. As I did she lowered herself on me. The sigh that escaped my lips was loud. I nearly passed out from the feeling of the warmth and tightness, as she slowly rode the entire way down my length. A soft purr came from her throat.She sat there for a moment and proceeded to just tighten herself around me and relax. I started pushing urgently with my hips."Easy does it." She whispered into my ear then licked her way down nibbling the lobe and kissing my neck. "A woman's nipples are very sensitive, and shouldn't be neglected." She took my hand and ran it up to her small breast. Lifting it away slightly and rubbing her nipple with my fingers. She bit her lower lip as I took the hint and stroked her breasts and rolled the nipples between my fingers. I leaned forward taking it in my mouth rolling it around, lashing it with my tongue. Summer sighed deeply and rolled her hips forward and started rising up and lowering herself on me. My other hand found its way behind her gripping her ass and pulling her down onto me with each stroke. She started a long deep stroking rhythm that I thought was going to drive me over the top again. She must have noticed my urgency as my hips rose to meet her down stroke hard. She stopped on an upstroke and let me slip out of her and I thought I was going to die when my eyes popped open pleading with her. She smiled at me."What's your hurry? Aren't you enjoying yourself?" She said sweetly.I nodded furiously. "Yes I am." I gasped."Good. The journey can be as much fun as the destination, so take your time." She got off the couch. I looked at her pleading with her not to stop now. "Let's see how well you improvise." She said.She turned around and knelt down on the pillow that was on the floor, and leaned forward setting her elbows on the chair she was sitting in before. Her beautiful ass, up in the air her lips open and pouting in invitation. I scrambled off the couch and knelt behind her, nearly ready to drive my cock into her when I paused and opened her up slipping back into herShe whipped her hair over one shoulder and looked at me over the other. "You're in the drivers' seat now. It's going to be up to you to be aware of the clues a girl is giving you. If she's pulling away from you, you're fucking her to hard. If she's pushing against you, well she wants you to put the pedal to the metal, so to speak." I pushed forward feeling myself fall into her and never wanting to leave. I began pushing and she met me stroke for stroke as I sped up. I couldn't take it any longer. Summer let out several long high pitched moans followed by a gasping, 'Harder!' and I went into overdrive. Plunging her depths with abandon I finally drove her forward hard, pushing her hips against the chair as I exploded. I stiffened as I felt every ounce of strength drain from my body. Summer shuddered hard in my hands bringing me out of my daze."Are you okay?" I gasped between breaths.She rose up slightly, hair a complete mess covering her face. She started to laugh, gasping for air. "I was just thinking, this vacation started off lousy, but it's improving nicely."I chuckled. "Welcome to Maine, Vacationland." She busted out laughing at that. I backed away falling free of her, the cool breeze came in from the screen, cooling the sweat on my skin."Let's get cleaned up." She stood shakily, with the help of the arms of the chair. I stood as well. She turned and slipped an arm around my shoulders. "Help me to the bathroom, would you please?" I looked at her, and turned slightly and reached down picking her up off the floor. She let out a whoop of surprise. "I only needed a shoulder to lean on honestly." She said smiling."So lean on it." I said smiling. I negotiated the narrow path to the bathroom and brought her in careful not to bang her against the doorjamb. I set her on a little stool next to a big claw foot bathtub."Let me get that." Summer reached over and popped up a tissue and reached up sliding the condom off of me and wrapping it and tossing it in the trash. She looked up at me, her hair still a mess. I reached down pushing it off her forehead. She smiled. "Grab a washcloth for me, would you please?" She nodded at a small shelf, and I took one down and handed it to her. She reached over to the bath running water onto it and a little squirt of her bath gel. She frothed it up and began washing herself off. She rinsed and repeated. She dried herself with another towel hanging from the bar. She looked up at me from under her bangs, scanning down. "Really?" She said in a resigned voice as she saw that I was once again ready.I shrugged. "The benefit of youth?"She laughed. "I guess!"She rinsed the cloth again and began gently washing me with it. The cool water and warm hands were soothing but not doing a thing for the fact that it was loaded and ready to go yet again."Would you hand me that light blue bottle there." She asked. She poured a small amount into her palm and set the bottle aside. She rubbed the oil between her hands and rubbed it between her legs oiling herself up. The sight of this was not doing me any good either. A crooked smirk spread across her face as she watched me watching her in fascination.She reached up with her oily hand and began stroking my shaft. The hardness slipping through her firm grip with little friction. The other hand began fondling my balls. They were already tight, and ready to go again. She slid her hand further under and began massaging me underneath in a tight circle. The feeling blew my mind as I couldn't contain myself and came hard, with a loud splatter, on Summer's chest."Not sure if it's good for burns, but I've heard it does wonders for the skin." She said, leaning forward cleaning the last few drops off with her tongue. She then used her cloth to wipe up the cum I'd splashed on her chest.. I just watched her, her movements so graceful and efficient.She looked up at me with a smirk. "Pete, how would you like to give me a hand for a couple weeks while this ankle heals?"My eyebrows went up. "How?" I asked."The usual mow the lawn, grocery runs, cleaning, maybe even an occasional turkey sandwich. It'll allow me to keep off this as much as possible and not feel like I'm an invalid. I'll warn you now though it's not only doctors that make lousy patients."It was my turn to smirk. "What's it pay?" I asked wiggling my eyebrows.Her mouth dropped open. "You little shit! I'm not hiring you to be a gigolo!" She laughed. "But there's always the possibility of a bonus. I could continue your lessons. Practice makes perfect they say." She smiled at that."I don't know." I said, my spent cock hanging inches from her lips. Oh I knew alright, but I played along. "I'll have to see what Davy has to offer this year. Those rich folks that come in to fill up can be pretty good tippers too."She raised an eyebrow at me again. "Okay if you'd rather work for him I'll understand." She said in mock resignation. She stood on her good foot, testing the floor with her bad. I instinctively wrapped my arm around her waist."You drive a hard bargain." I said pulling her to my side so she could put her arm over my shoulder.She looked me up and down me and smiled. "This vacation isn't turning out bad at all."To be continued in part 2, by Member389 for LiteroticaSummer In Maine: Part 2Lesson Two, and Two and a half.A 7-part series by Member389. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Stories.This summer job wasn't turning out the way I'd thought. So far I'd mowed the lawn, done the dishes, (thankfully there's a dishwasher) hauled trash, done laundry, dusted and vacuumed. When Summer asked if I wanted to help her out for a few weeks I sort of expected there would be fringe benefits to go with, or instead of, getting paid. Instead it was actual work. She wasn't shy, about her body or mine, she often would wrap her arm around my waist to help with her balance. She occasionally stroked my ass through my jeans. I didn't hesitate to return the favor but I always ended up with only a smile in return. I figured after that first day when I took the job I might get some more personal time with her. The other night I helped her to run a bath, and she shooed me out of the bathroom. One night we watched a late movie I slept over, and ended up on the couch. Something didn't seem right about all of this. Nearly a week had gone by, and it was as if that first day hadn't even happened, and I was too shy to say anything. I hitched the grocery bag I was carrying a little higher, tonight, I'd say something tonight.I walked up to the kitchen stoop and pulled open the screen door and I heard a gasping cry. I dropped the bags on the table and darted into the living room, she wasn't there. Another cry, and I looked to the right and saw the bedroom door was open. I walked quietly towards the door, and Summer was laying back on the bed naked except for her bandaged ankle. She was sliding a pink vibrator up and down between her thighs. She tilted it slightly and slid it into her, her other hand pulling on her nipple. I was instantly hard watching her pleasure herself. She let go of the nipple and slid her hand down and began flicking her clit, rubbing it fast. She arched her back crying out "Yes!" She pulled the vibrator out slipping her fingers in as she came. She continued rubbing her clit slowly and stroked her fingers in and out for a few before falling flat to the sheets like a deflated balloon. Her breathing was fast and shallow."How long have you been watching?" She asked, not looking up. She looked absolutely radiant, her skin flushed pink through her tan. Her hair was a tangled mess of sun streaked gold, she looked fantastic."Just a couple minutes." I said quietly looking down at the floor. I heard the old brass headboard creak and I peeked up. She had raised her head and was looking at me."What's the matter?" She asked gently. I shrugged and walked out to the kitchen, and started putting away the groceries."I picked up some local shrimp for lunch. I'll put them on ice in the fridge." I said loudly from the kitchen. I turned and Summer was leaning against the doorway to the kitchen watching me with her arms crossed in front of her, buck naked. She gave me a shrewd glance."Please tell me what's bothering you."I looked at her for a moment, then turned away and put a couple other items in the fridge."Nothing." I said, unconvincingly."It's just..." I started. I looked over at her and said."Never mind." I walked out to the yard looking around to see if I should mow the lawn again already or not. I heard the screen door bang shut behind me. I felt her hand on my shoulder as she stepped up beside me."I love it here. The salty sea air, the big sky, everything seems so much simpler." She said softly. I instinctively wrapped my arm around her waist, her skin was warm and damp."Why?" I asked softly."Why what, Pete?" She asked with surprising sincerity. "Why haven't we had sex since Monday? Is that what you want to know? Are you asking me if you were a one afternoon-stand? What Pete? Ask me." She urged.Her words inflamed me and my frustration flared. "Yes!" I turned to face her, her arm sliding down from my shoulder. "Was I just a one shot deal? Screw me, then have me cook and clean for you?" I immediately sensed I'd gone too far and full well expected a slap. I'd deserve it if she did. I opened my eyes wide.She stood there looking at me, her eyes smoldering. She coolly pointed out. "Which one of us is the one standing here naked?" I stood there a moment longer, every muscle in my body taut like a drawn bow. I snapped and took hold of her and kissing her hard as our lips parted, tongues lashing out at each other like sparring fencers. Her arms wrapped around my waist pulling us together."Damn, I thought I you'd never come around." She said between kisses. I leaned back and gave her a queer look."What?" I asked, completely confused. She grinned ear to ear."Lesson number 2, confidence is sexy. Hell it took me walking around naked to get your damned attention. What the hell is wrong with you?" She bopped me on the forehead. I shrugged, feeling completely confused. I had no idea what she was talking about."This exercise, which you nearly failed miserably I might add, was to see if you would take the lead. I personally tend to be a bit passive. Therefore, as the guy, you need to learn to take the lead, just like dancing." She held my hand up and snugged her hand around my back and gave a little sway."The other night when you fell asleep on the couch I laid awake waiting for you for nearly an hour. I finally took matters into my own hands, maybe I should have made more noise.""I knew girls were crazy. I honestly was hoping to get more insight from you, not more confused." I said smiling. "You were waiting for me?""You haven't seen crazy yet, give me a week." She winked.I groaned, then kissed her again, holding her against me, my hands stroking down her back to her ass massaging it as I pulled her to me. Holding her was like holding a flame, seductive, hypnotizing and hot, and I didn't care if I got burned."Tell me you've had the good sense to pick up some protection." Summer mumbled between kisses. Without breaking our kiss I reached back for my wallet and held it up."Please tell me you bought more than one." She growled. I felt her hands come between us resting on the waist of my jeans unbuttoning them and grabbing for the zipper. She pushed my jeans and boxers down far enough for me to escape captivity. She let out an appreciative hum as she ran her hand up and down my hardened length. She broke our kiss long enough to grab the hem of my polo shirt and drag it up pulling it over my head. She leaned down and took one of my nipples into her mouth. I gasped out loud at how the sensation shot through me. It felt as if my cock was getting even harder and I didn't think that was possible."Holy shit! Does it feel this way when I do this to you?" I gasped.She hummed an agreement as she switched to the other side, then stepped back and looked at me smiling.I stood dumb-founded for a moment. I quickly realized she was waiting for me to do something. She placed her hands on her hips and gave them a slight tilt. "I'm all yours, all you need do is tell me how you'd like me, or better yet, show me." She winked. I kicked off my shoes and pushed my pants the rest of the way off and looked at her for a moment. The sun kissed her body so exquisitely, her pink nipples hard and pointing straight at me. Her hair was blowing in the breeze surrounding angelic face like a golden halo. I stepped forward, wrapped her up in my arms again and kissed her deeply. I ran my hand up between us taking her breast in my hand cupping it twirling the nipple in my fingers. I work my mouth down her jaw, kissing her neck and I feel her shudder and gasp. I moved down the center of her chest trailing kisses to the other nipple and teased it with my tongue before taking into my mouth suckling it gently. A moan escaped her lips. Her hand was pulling me towards her, fingers running through my hair. I wanted her so badly but I didn't want this to end. I pulled away looking up at her face, her mouth hung open her eyes half closed."Your ankle has to be killing you right now." I said, noting she'd been standing for a while now. I walked over and brought one of the Adirondack chairs over and set it behind her and she smiled. I laid my clothes on it to keep her from burning her ass on the sun heated wood. She just looked at me without sitting. "Sit down." I told her, and she tilted her head in assent and sat. I knelt down in front of her and kissed her nipple again and began trailing kisses down her stomach. She took the cue and leaned back on the chair. I flicked her little belly button ring aside and licked her belly button. She let out a whoop and jumped, chuckling."Ticklish?" I chuckled. She grasped a handful of my hair and gave me a little push further down, but I was going at my own pace and I made my way down nuzzling her little blond stripe. I kissed my way around her pouting lips, my tongue darting out giving little licks. She tasted sweet, the scent of her was driving me mad, I couldn't take it any longer and slipped my tongue into her as I massaged her clit.She arched her back and moaned. "Yes!" I lapped up to her clit taking it in my lips and giving it due attention. Her cries got louder and I stepped up the assault on her. Her leg came up over my shoulder and she pulled me hard into her with her heel. I let up a bit, I didn't want this to end too soon, it seemed that I wasn't the only one enjoying it. I slipped my middle finger into her, and felt her grip it tightly. Her hips started rocking forward. I was pretty sure I could finish her off quickly if I had a mind to, but I didn't. I continued bathing her clit, varying the pressure on it. She let out a few short gasps. "Please?!" She begged. I knew then I had to finish her and slipped another finger in to join the first and intensified my tongue lashing. Her hips lifted off the chair as she climaxed. She held on to me, still moaning, finally collapsing back into the chair panting."You sir, are a natural." She gasped. I returned her smile and licked my fingers."Am I mistaken, or is there a very hard cock in my immediate future?" I grinned even wider and nodded. "How would you like me?""Over hard." I said smiling. Her eyes lit up like a fire had been kindled."Well then, dig that little party hat out and show me how easy it is to put on."I chuckled and dove for my wallet lying on the grass a few feet away. I dug out the foil wrapper and crawled back. I tore open the packet holding the ring carefully and reaching down, putting in place and unrolled it carefully."Very good." She said her eyes flashing. She stood up and knelt down on the grass facing the chair. "Over like this? I'm sure you'll supply the 'hard' part." She added with a wink."Yes." I said, my breath shallow. I had to have her and scooted up behind her and lined up pushing the head in. I took her hips and pushed forward in a single motion burying myself in her.We both gasped loudly. In moments she started moving her hips back and forth and I pulled out and began taking slow strokes at first, but I knew I wasn't going to last. She leaned back pushing hard against me and I responded in kind driving forward, the sound of our bodies coming together pushed me into a frenzy. Her gasps were coming in short cries of, "Yes!" She began shaking in my hands, her moans coming from deep in her throat as she arched back into me and climaxed again pushing me over the edge. I drove her forward nearly knocking her and the chair over as I stiffened arching my back. I froze in place for what seemed an eternity, and not long enough both at the same time as I came deep in her.She leaned back against my chest, the heat of her skin against me was incredible, she reached behind us grasping my ass pulling our hips tight together. "I love how you feel inside me." She whispered. I leaned down and began kissing her shoulder, working my way up to her neck and nibbled on her ear."I love how you feel too." I said, my voice a little weak.She breathed a deep contented sigh. "What now?" A small smirk spread across her lips."I don't know about you but I worked up an appetite." I said. "Those shrimp sound good about now.""All this and you cook too. You're not going to be single long." She chuckled and reached up behind her and stroked my cheek. "I think we may need to move for that though." She said lightly, reminding me that I still had her pinned against the chair. I leaned back, pulling free of her. I stood stepping back, I gathered up my clothing. Summer put her good foot down and stood, steadying herself on the arms of the chair. "Let's go clean up and have lunch." She smiled slipping an arm around my waist and we went into the house.I started a pan for the shrimp, a little olive oil, some garlic and some red pepper flakes tossed on top of fresh spinach. My killer homemade vinaigrette to top and she would be mine. Well she already seemed to be. I stopped and stared out the little window above the sink out over the water. That thought caught me by surprise. What exactly was going on here? An hour ago I was pissed off for being shunned, now I was making her lunch with a silly, satisfied grin on my face.Summer hobbled into the kitchen wearing a pale blue tank top and panties with little pink hearts on them."Don't you own pants?" I asked smiling."Sure, would you rather I be fully dressed, or comfortable?" She asked."Oh I don't mind your outfit, as long as you don't mind your lunch burnt to a crisp." I laughed."What are you making?" She replied chuckling."I'm going to woo you with my culinary skills. My own special shrimp and spinach salad with homemade vinaigrette." I said."Wow, sounds awesome. You're a man of many talents. I think you're a little late in the wooing department though." She said smiling.My chest tightened at that. Nobody ever thought of me as a man before. Everybody has always treated me as a kid until now. The shock of it must have been evident in my expression."What?" She asked, her eyes widening. I didn't answer her, I just leaned forward and kissed her softly, she responded in turn."Nothing." I said, my grin returning."Need a hand?" I handed her two lemons with directions to squeeze the hell out of them then juice them for me into a bowl. I diced up the shallot, and garlic tossing them into the big bowl, salt and pepper followed. In went a huge dollop of spicy mustard, I looked at how much juice Summer had squeezed out of the lemons and eyeballed it pouring it into the bowl, straining out the seeds. I dug a whisk out of the drawer and started whisking in olive oil."Most vinaigrette recipes ask for vinegar, obviously. I like mine with lemon juice, especially with seafood." I said. I stopped whisking dribbling a little onto my finger to try it. "That's the ticket." I said offering a taste to Summer who agreed with a little sound. I set the big bowl aside and had her start splitting the cherry tomatoes. The shrimp were rinsed and patted dry on a towel, and I threw some garlic into the pan starting it with some of the olive oil. I salted and peppered the shrimp and in they went tossing them around to coat them all with the hot oil. They were ready in a couple minutes and the kitchen smelled terrific. I stacked the plates with spinach and started building the salads with the tomatoes, red onions, shrimp and as a topper sliced almonds."If this tastes like it looks, you're staying on as cook after this heals." She said lifting her foot behind her."Prepare to have your mind blown." I said handing her a plate and a fork. I had brought a small baguette with me which I'd sliced up and we ate."A girl could get used to this." She smiled popping a shrimp into her mouth. Cooking for a girl is a sure way into her panties."I laughed. "Even if she wasn't wearing any?""Well she's wearing some now." Her eyes flashed."But for how long?" I said playing along."You have your driver's license don't you?" She asked, changing the subject."Yea, I just don't have a car of my own yet." I said, wondering why she asked."Do you know of anybody that would loan you one, like your folks?""Yea I'm sure I can get one. Why, do you want to do it in the backseat?" I wiggled my eyebrows at her."Hell yea, but I'd also like to get a ride to go get my Jeep. It's been down at the clinic for a week now. They told me it would be safe but I'm getting a little stir crazy stuck here in the house." She replied.I looked out the window. "I can ride down and bring it back, it's only about four or five miles." I said."Ride?" She asked."I have a bike, I can put it in the back and haul it back if you don't mind.""Not at all." She smiled.I did the dishes and cleaned up after lunch, and Summer kicked back on the sofa folding a load of laundry I'd done earlier. I took a look at the grass, yea the lawn could wait a couple more days. "What else needs to be done?" I asked from the kitchen. I got no answer. I walked into the living room and she was bobbing her head as I walked around the edge of the couch I noticed she'd put in earbuds and was listening to her mp3 player. She was lip syncing some unknown song. She looked up at me and grinned, pulling one of the buds loose."I couldn't live without my music." She threw a towel at me to fold."Listening to anything good?" She mentioned a band I'd never heard of, and moved the folded stuff from beside her and patted the seat beside her. I sat and she handed me the ear bud."Check it out, you might like it." I put it in my ear and listened for a song or two, folding another towel. A hard rock song started and she turned it up a bit and started singing along. She got to the chorus and really joined in full blast. The lyrics were pretty explicit. I was thinking you wouldn't hear music like that on the radio around here. There was a pause, then a soft intro began. The ballad was soft and low, and Summer stopped and closed her eyes, her lips barely moving with the lyrics. When I noticed I stopped and listened intently to the lyrics, it was about intense, heart-felt, you are my world, kind of love. The kind of love that lasts longer than a lifetime. When it ended she reached down and stopped the playback. She looked straight out the window for a moment and turned to me, a shy sweet smile on her lips."Do you believe in love Pete?" She asked me. I stared at her in wide-eyed amazement for a minute, and began slowly nodding."I do now." I said, my voice barely above a whisper. I wanted to kiss her so badly, but something in her eyes made me hesitate. There was sadness there, and they welled up as if she were doing her best to hold back tears. A wash of emotion swept over me like a storm driven wave, and I leaned forward lifted her chin and kissed her softly. Our lips brushed, our tongues sought out one another, delicately probing. Something wet touched my cheek making me break the kiss long before I wanted to. I pulled back and a tear streamed down Summer's cheek. I reached for one of the towels and daubed it. I took a deep breath and was about to ask why she was crying when a curt little head shake waved off the question."Please don't ask, not yet anyway." She said, her voice thick with emotion. "I'm sorry." She said wiping the remaining tear with the heel of her hand."You don't have anything to be sorry about." I replied softly.She inhaled deeply and let it out slowly. She turned to me with a smile on her mouth but sadness in her eyes."I saw there's a free concert in the park tonight. Want to go? A rock blues cover band is playing. Sounds like they might be good."I knew they were good, my friends brother was in the band, and I'd heard them before. I smiled and nodded. "Sounds like fun, and they are good, I've heard them before.""I should ride down and get the Jeep. There's no way you're walking that far." I said sternly."Yes dear." Summer rolled her eyes at me. She giggled, and got up hobbling off to the bedroom and came back with a set of keys handing them to me."It's black, and I'm guessing the only one with West Virginia plates. It's at the walk-in clinic on Route 12."I nodded. "I know exactly where you mean. I'll go get it. You relax, take a nap if you want. I should be back in an hour or so." I smiled. I kissed her again, the underlying want in our embrace was nearly too much. She placed her hand on my chest, with the barest hint of pressure. She was right, if I kept it up we weren't going anywhere. I reluctantly stepped back, picked up the folded towels and put them away. I walked back out and she had laid down on the couch with her foot up on a pillow. I smiled that she'd taken my suggestion."Can I get you anything before I go?" I said softly leaning over the arm of the couch. She just smiled and gave her head a little shake. She reached up pulling me down closer for a quick upside-down kiss. I headed for the kitchen door, pausing as I closed it quietly, looking back into the house. I turned and started walking home.I walked, lost in thought. This week had been a week of firsts for me. I grinned at the thought of the first day when I lost my virginity to an amazing woman. The aggravation of the following days of not knowing exactly what was happening. If I had just opened my eyes I would have noticed she was waiting for me. Then today when she all but pushed me into making love to her again. I wondered why, well why me anyway. I knew so little about her. What was going on here. We'd known each other about a week, what was that question about believing in love. I could easily fall in love with her, I had to admit. Was I doing just that? So many questions came to mind as I walked up my driveway, I grabbed my bike out of the garage and hopped on. I made my way down to the coast road and started pedaling in earnest up the first rise. The traffic drifted past me as I sought answers to my questions. I pedaled harder nearly coasting up the next rise. Why was I over analyzing this? I was living out a fantasy any red-blooded male would die for. A beautiful, sexy woman wanted to have sex with me, repeatedly. Isn't that enough for me? I laughed out loud at that thought because I realized, it isn't.I rolled down the long slope of the hill seeing the clinic up ahead. I pulled into the parking lot and rode around looking for the Jeep and found it near the side of the building. I checked the plate and got off my bike, took out the keys and opened up the driver's side door. The heat billowed out of it from being parked in the sun so long. The smell of a roasted sweet smelling air freshener poured out and nearly gagged me. I walked to the back and looked at how I was going to get my bike in there and noticed there was a folding bike rack on the spare tire mount. I figured it out in a few minutes an

This is probably one of the biggest struggles tall women face: finding jeans.And not just any pair of jeans, but jeans that are flattering AND long enough. If you just had flashbacks or cringed or agreed or had any type of reaction to what I just said, I'm sure you understand the struggle. It's not uncommon for a tall woman to walk into a store, bright and eager to buy a pair of jeans, pick a few of them off the rack, try them on, and they fit like capris. Oh dear, I'm having some bad memories right now. And online, it's even worse because you can't try them on. It's easy to get excited when you see “tall sections”, purchase a pair of jeans from there, get them in the mail, only to try them on and find out they're a 32-inch inseam. How is that considered tall??Honestly, who knows, but why is this jean struggle so bad for tall women? And how does this affect our relationship with jeans, clothes, and fashion overall? I answer that and more in today's episode, so tune in! Buy Me A Coffee: https://buymeacoffee.com/atallgirlspodcast Subscribe to A Tall Girl's Newsletter: https://atallgirlspodcast.beehiiv.com/subscribeLet's stay connected: https://beacons.ai/atallgirlspodcast Leave a review and let me know how tall you are: https://atallgirlspodcast.com/reviews 

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In Reading, Gender and Identity in Seventeenth-Century England (University of London Press, 2025), Hannah Jeans explores the reading habits of early modern women and the ways in which their reading became a site of identity formation and promotion. Jeans studies both contemporary prescriptions around women's reading, particularly their consumption of religious and romance texts, as well the actual activity of women. Additionally, Reading, Gender and Identity covers some less-well known genres with which women engaged, such as news media and scientific texts. Drawing on a range of sources, like annotations, inscriptions, commonplace books, and self-writing, Jeans presents a fascinating account of the broad range of readings that early modern women participated in, and the multifaceted identities they crafted from these activities. It is an excellent read for anyone interested in the history of reading, print and manuscript culture, self-fashioning, or gender in early modern England. Elspeth Currie is a PhD Candidate in the Department of History at Boston College where she studies women's intellectual history in early modern Europe. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

In Reading, Gender and Identity in Seventeenth-Century England (University of London Press, 2025), Hannah Jeans explores the reading habits of early modern women and the ways in which their reading became a site of identity formation and promotion. Jeans studies both contemporary prescriptions around women's reading, particularly their consumption of religious and romance texts, as well the actual activity of women. Additionally, Reading, Gender and Identity covers some less-well known genres with which women engaged, such as news media and scientific texts. Drawing on a range of sources, like annotations, inscriptions, commonplace books, and self-writing, Jeans presents a fascinating account of the broad range of readings that early modern women participated in, and the multifaceted identities they crafted from these activities. It is an excellent read for anyone interested in the history of reading, print and manuscript culture, self-fashioning, or gender in early modern England. Elspeth Currie is a PhD Candidate in the Department of History at Boston College where she studies women's intellectual history in early modern Europe. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices Support our show by becoming a premium member! https://newbooksnetwork.supportingcast.fm/gender-studies

In Reading, Gender and Identity in Seventeenth-Century England (University of London Press, 2025), Hannah Jeans explores the reading habits of early modern women and the ways in which their reading became a site of identity formation and promotion. Jeans studies both contemporary prescriptions around women's reading, particularly their consumption of religious and romance texts, as well the actual activity of women. Additionally, Reading, Gender and Identity covers some less-well known genres with which women engaged, such as news media and scientific texts. Drawing on a range of sources, like annotations, inscriptions, commonplace books, and self-writing, Jeans presents a fascinating account of the broad range of readings that early modern women participated in, and the multifaceted identities they crafted from these activities. It is an excellent read for anyone interested in the history of reading, print and manuscript culture, self-fashioning, or gender in early modern England. Elspeth Currie is a PhD Candidate in the Department of History at Boston College where she studies women's intellectual history in early modern Europe. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices Support our show by becoming a premium member! https://newbooksnetwork.supportingcast.fm/british-studies

In Reading, Gender and Identity in Seventeenth-Century England (University of London Press, 2025), Hannah Jeans explores the reading habits of early modern women and the ways in which their reading became a site of identity formation and promotion. Jeans studies both contemporary prescriptions around women's reading, particularly their consumption of religious and romance texts, as well the actual activity of women. Additionally, Reading, Gender and Identity covers some less-well known genres with which women engaged, such as news media and scientific texts. Drawing on a range of sources, like annotations, inscriptions, commonplace books, and self-writing, Jeans presents a fascinating account of the broad range of readings that early modern women participated in, and the multifaceted identities they crafted from these activities. It is an excellent read for anyone interested in the history of reading, print and manuscript culture, self-fashioning, or gender in early modern England. Elspeth Currie is a PhD Candidate in the Department of History at Boston College where she studies women's intellectual history in early modern Europe. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices Support our show by becoming a premium member! https://newbooksnetwork.supportingcast.fm/literary-studies

Economists have long analyzed data to predict the next recession. They've also turned to more offbeat economic gauges like underwear sales and skirt lengths. But now, the TikTok generation is seeing recession indicators everywhere. WSJ's Hannah Erin Lang explains what Gen Z's fascination with harbingers of economic doom might actually mean for the economy. Jessica Mendoza hosts.  Further Listening: - Is the Economy… OK?  - Trump 2.0: Where Is The Economy Headed?  Sign up for WSJ's free What's News newsletter. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

In Reading, Gender and Identity in Seventeenth-Century England (University of London Press, 2025), Hannah Jeans explores the reading habits of early modern women and the ways in which their reading became a site of identity formation and promotion. Jeans studies both contemporary prescriptions around women's reading, particularly their consumption of religious and romance texts, as well the actual activity of women. Additionally, Reading, Gender and Identity covers some less-well known genres with which women engaged, such as news media and scientific texts. Drawing on a range of sources, like annotations, inscriptions, commonplace books, and self-writing, Jeans presents a fascinating account of the broad range of readings that early modern women participated in, and the multifaceted identities they crafted from these activities. It is an excellent read for anyone interested in the history of reading, print and manuscript culture, self-fashioning, or gender in early modern England. Elspeth Currie is a PhD Candidate in the Department of History at Boston College where she studies women's intellectual history in early modern Europe. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices Support our show by becoming a premium member! https://newbooksnetwork.supportingcast.fm/new-books-network

In Reading, Gender and Identity in Seventeenth-Century England (University of London Press, 2025), Hannah Jeans explores the reading habits of early modern women and the ways in which their reading became a site of identity formation and promotion. Jeans studies both contemporary prescriptions around women's reading, particularly their consumption of religious and romance texts, as well the actual activity of women. Additionally, Reading, Gender and Identity covers some less-well known genres with which women engaged, such as news media and scientific texts. Drawing on a range of sources, like annotations, inscriptions, commonplace books, and self-writing, Jeans presents a fascinating account of the broad range of readings that early modern women participated in, and the multifaceted identities they crafted from these activities. It is an excellent read for anyone interested in the history of reading, print and manuscript culture, self-fashioning, or gender in early modern England. Elspeth Currie is a PhD Candidate in the Department of History at Boston College where she studies women's intellectual history in early modern Europe. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

In questa puntata di Ravenous Fashion Podcast esploriamo l'universo del denim Made in Italy con Letizia Palchetti, proprietaria insieme alla sua famiglia di Shaft Jeans. Parleremo del valore dell'artigianalità italiana e le sfide di un settore come il denim. Tra storytelling, identità di marca e innovazione di prodotto, Letizia ci guiderà infatti dietro le quinte di un'azienda che ha fatto del jeans una questione di stile e cultura.Le risorse citate da Letizia durante la puntataIl libro L'investitore intelligenteLa biografia Prada Il podcast La via per l'imperoDove puoi trovare Shaft Jeans:Il sito web: www.shaftjeans.itNegozi monobrand a Milano e a Forte dei MarmiInstagramFacebookTikTokNel caso non ci conoscessimo piacere, mi chiamo Beatrice e e mi trovi su Instagram a: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠@ravenousfashionpodcast⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Infine, se ti è piaciuta questa puntata, ti invito a iscriverti al canale e, se stai ascoltando l'episodio su Spotify o Apple Podcast, a lasciare una recensione a cinque stelline :)

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The season is over! Join Yael Tygiel and Taylor Gates as they reflect on season 26, the promotion (before he leaves) of #Velasco, and the attack on therapists, in Law & Order: Special Victims Unit, season 26 episode 22 "Post-Rage" on the Law & Order: S-Re-View podcast. #SVU Join the "Thick Ass Fire Booty Bridesmaids" and get a "Be True To Yourself" t-shirt or "Slammin' Pair of Jeans" onesie (As well as other SVU inspired swag) from S-Re-View here: https://www.redbubble.com/people/ottees/shopRAINN Hotline 1-800-656-4673In the digital world, lack of a podcast about Law and Order SVU is considered especially heinous. On the internet, the dedicated people who discuss these unforgettable episodes are members of an elite squad known as the Law & Order: S-Re-View podcast! These are their stories. DUN DUN.Join the conversation LIVE every Sunday at 2p PT/ 5p ET, here on FANVERSATION.Follow Felicia Michelle on IG at https://instagram.com/itsFeliciaMichelleFollow Taylor Gates on https://twitter.com/Elphaba_Anne​​​​​​Follow Yael Tygiel on https://instagram.com/yaeltygiel​​​​​​​Previous SVU after-show recap discussions: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL-Bpw0GYygGPRv_A4CEyyOZlZNeCQ2Ih_S-Re-View is ONLY video SVU aftershow recap & review podcast

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The best (and cheapest) therapy for those small things that get under your skin is sometimes a good venting session so you can get it off your chest and move on with your life! And if you're not privy to the first-hand vent-a-thon, then being a fly on the wall listening is hopefully equally therapeutic and also maybe entertaining.     Welcome to Rant Therapy, a podcast short powered by the hosts of the Happy Eating podcast, Brierley Horton and Carolyn Williams, where we periodically share our real-life venting sessions with each other—AKA what we're “so over”.     Rant Therapy - Button-Fly Jeans   Thank you for listening to Rant Therapy on the Happy Eating Podcast. Tune in weekly on Thursdays for new episodes and new rants on Tuesdays. For even more Happy Eating, head to our website! https://www.happyeatingpodcast.com Learn More About Our Hosts: Carolyn Williams PhD, RD: Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/realfoodreallife_rd/ Website: https://www.carolynwilliamsrd.com Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/RealFoodRealLifeRD/ Brierley Horton, MS, RD Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/brierleyhorton/ Got a question or comment for the pod? Please shoot us a message! happyeatingpodcast@gmail.com Produced by Lester Nuby OE Productions   To contact Lester -  olelegante@gmail.com

Woof! What an episode! Yael Tygiel and Taylor Gates talk about Law & Order: Special Victims Unit, season 26 episode 20 "Shock Collar" on the Law & Order: S-Re-View podcast. #SVU Join the "Thick Ass Fire Booty Bridesmaids" and get a "Be True To Yourself" t-shirt or "Slammin' Pair of Jeans" onesie (As well as other SVU inspired swag) from S-Re-View here: https://www.redbubble.com/people/ottees/shopRAINN Hotline 1-800-656-4673In the digital world, lack of a podcast about Law and Order SVU is considered especially heinous. On the internet, the dedicated people who discuss these unforgettable episodes are members of an elite squad known as the Law & Order: S-Re-View podcast! These are their stories. DUN DUN.Join the conversation LIVE every Sunday at 2p PT/ 5p ET, here on FANVERSATION.Follow Felicia Michelle on IG at https://instagram.com/itsFeliciaMichelleFollow Taylor Gates on https://twitter.com/Elphaba_Anne​​​​​​Follow Yael Tygiel on https://instagram.com/yaeltygiel​​​​​​​Previous SVU after-show recap discussions: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL-Bpw0GYygGPRv_A4CEyyOZlZNeCQ2Ih_S-Re-View is ONLY video SVU aftershow recap & review podcast

Karen Read Trial Day 12 Recap: Taillight Fragments, Black Straws & Bloody Jeans Today's courtroom drama in the Karen Read trial was nothing short of explosive. In this episode, we break down the full testimony of Massachusetts State Police Sgt. Yuri Bukhenik as he's grilled by defense attorney Alan Jackson in a cross-examination that left the jury visibly shaken. From accusations of bias to disturbing revelations about former Trooper Michael Proctor's involvement—and his now-infamous text messages—this trial is heating up fast. We walk you through the moment Bukhenik refused to call Proctor the “lead investigator,” the implications of that refusal, and how the defense is building a case that the entire investigation may have been corrupted from within. You'll also hear about key pieces of physical evidence introduced today: taillight fragments, a broken cocktail glass, and John O'Keefe's frozen baseball cap found buried in snow. And if that weren't enough, the prosecution had to deal with a labeling error on O'Keefe's sneaker evidence mid-trial—prompting a recess to verify what went wrong. This episode dives deep into everything revealed on May 8, 2025, from both legal and psychological angles. If you're following the Karen Read trial, you can't afford to miss this. #KarenRead #MichaelProctor #TrueCrimePodcast #KarenReadTrial #JohnOKeefe #PoliceCoverup #CourtroomDrama #TaillightEvidence #ProctorTexts #HiddenKillers Want to comment and watch this podcast as a video? Check out our YouTube Channel. https://www.youtube.com/@hiddenkillerspod Instagram https://www.instagram.com/hiddenkillerspod/ Facebook https://www.facebook.com/hiddenkillerspod/ Tik-Tok https://www.tiktok.com/@hiddenkillerspod X Twitter https://x.com/tonybpod Listen Ad-Free On Apple Podcasts Here: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/true-crime-today-premium-plus-ad-free-advance-episode/id1705422872 

Karen Read Trial Day 12 Recap: Tail Light Fragments, Black Straws & Bloody Jeans Today's courtroom drama in the Karen Read trial was nothing short of explosive. In this episode, we break down the full testimony of Massachusetts State Police Sgt. Yuri Bukhenik as he's grilled by defense attorney Alan Jackson in a cross-examination that left the jury visibly shaken. From accusations of bias to disturbing revelations about former Trooper Michael Proctor's involvement—and his now-infamous text messages—this trial is heating up fast. We walk you through the moment Bukhenik refused to call Proctor the “lead investigator,” the implications of that refusal, and how the defense is building a case that the entire investigation may have been corrupted from within. You'll also hear about key pieces of physical evidence introduced today: taillight fragments, a broken cocktail glass, and John O'Keefe's frozen baseball cap found buried in snow. And if that weren't enough, the prosecution had to deal with a labeling error on O'Keefe's sneaker evidence mid-trial—prompting a recess to verify what went wrong. This episode dives deep into everything revealed on May 8, 2025, from both legal and psychological angles. If you're following the Karen Read trial, you can't afford to miss this. #KarenRead #MichaelProctor #TrueCrimePodcast #KarenReadTrial #JohnOKeefe #PoliceCoverup #CourtroomDrama #TaillightEvidence #ProctorTexts #HiddenKillers Want to comment and watch this podcast as a video? Check out our YouTube Channel. https://www.youtube.com/@hiddenkillerspod Instagram https://www.instagram.com/hiddenkillerspod/ Facebook https://www.facebook.com/hiddenkillerspod/ Tik-Tok https://www.tiktok.com/@hiddenkillerspod X Twitter https://x.com/tonybpod Listen Ad-Free On Apple Podcasts Here: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/true-crime-today-premium-plus-ad-free-advance-episode/id1705422872

What Up Youtube Peeps! I'm BACK with that Verbal Cardio! This episode is about my run in with a "gym talker", my thoughts on moving in with someone, how orb spiders are artists, Met Gala fashions, equality & normalcy, movie parts I would or would not play, Tony's Block Party lineup, and how I'd like to be a clone. 

In this episode, we talk with Rachelle Bergstein about:Her book The Genius of Judy and the legacy of Judy BlumeLife in Brooklyn and the rhythms of everyday city livingDate nights, and a family night out that will inspire the foodies in all of usHer favorite recent vintage find (spoiler: they're jeans and they're perfect)Writing, motherhood, marriage and how she makes it all workThe mix of style, culture, and real life she brings to her writing Pop Culture, Relationships, Relationship Communication, Marriage Communication, Dating, Podcast Couple #RomComLife #Communicating #Communication #Marriage #ThisRomComLife #RelationshipPodcast #ConnectionMatters #LimorAndDan #SpotifyPodcasts #ApplePodcasts #LifeAndLove #MenandWomen dating advice for Gen Z, Modern dating tips, Limor and Dan, real talk relationships, dating in your 20s, communication in relationships, cross-generational love advice,

Wir springen in dieser Folge ins 19. Jahrhundert. Schauplatz ist Kalifornien, wo nicht nur der Goldrausch die Nachfrage nach widerstandsfähiger Bekleidung in die Höhe schnellen lässt. Wir sprechen darüber, wie ein eigentlich nach europäischen Städten benanntes Material in den USA zu jenem Stoff wurde, der nicht nur die Arbeiterschaft einkleidete, sondern bald zum Symbol für Freiheit, Unangepasstheit und Individualität wurde. // Erwähnte Folgen - GAG475: Eine kleine Geschichte des Anzugs – https://gadg.fm/475 - GAG455: Das Unternehmen Pastorius – https://gadg.fm/455 - GAG228: Berliner Blau – die Erfindung einer Farbe – https://gadg.fm/228 - GAG437: Die holprige Karriere des Reißverschlusses – https://gadg.fm/437 - GAG420: Harry Anslinger und der erste "War on Drugs" – https://gadg.fm/420 // Literatur - Daniel Miller und Sophie Woodward. Blue Jeans: The Art of the Ordinary. University of California Press, 2012. - Downey, Lynn. Levi Strauss: The Man Who Gave Blue Jeans to the World. Illustrated Edition. University of Massachusetts Press, 2017. - Gerd Horten. Don't Need No Thought Control: Western Culture in East Germany and the Fall of the Berlin Wall. Berghahn Books, 2020. - Improvement in fastening pocket-openings. United States US139121A, issued 20. Mai 1873. https://patents.google.com/patent/US139121A/en. - Katherine Pence und Paul Betts. Socialist Modern: East German Everyday Culture and Politics. University of Michigan Press, 2008. - Menzel, Rebecca. „Jeans und Pop in der DDR“, 2006. https://zeitgeschichte-online.de/themen/jeans-und-pop-der-ddr - Plenzdorf, Ulrich. Die Neuen Leiden Des Jungen W. Suhrkamp Verlag, 2015. - Sullivan, James. Jeans: A Cultural History of an American Icon. New York, NY: Gotham Books, 2007. Das Episodenbild zeigt einen Ausschnitt der Patentzeichnung für die mit Nieten versehenen Taschen. //Aus unserer Werbung Du möchtest mehr über unsere Werbepartner erfahren? Hier findest du alle Infos & Rabatte: https://linktr.ee/GeschichtenausderGeschichte //Wir haben auch ein Buch geschrieben: Wer es erwerben will, es ist überall im Handel, aber auch direkt über den Verlag zu erwerben: https://www.piper.de/buecher/geschichten-aus-der-geschichte-isbn-978-3-492-06363-0 Wer Becher, T-Shirts oder Hoodies erwerben will: Die gibt's unter https://geschichte.shop Wer unsere Folgen lieber ohne Werbung anhören will, kann das über eine kleine Unterstützung auf Steady oder ein Abo des GeschichteFM-Plus Kanals auf Apple Podcasts tun. Wir freuen uns, wenn ihr den Podcast bei Apple Podcasts oder wo auch immer dies möglich ist rezensiert oder bewertet. Wir freuen uns auch immer, wenn ihr euren Freundinnen und Freunden, Kolleginnen und Kollegen oder sogar Nachbarinnen und Nachbarn von uns erzählt! Du möchtest Werbung in diesem Podcast schalten? Dann erfahre hier mehr über die Werbemöglichkeiten bei Seven.One Audio: https://www.seven.one/portfolio/sevenone-audio

You may know Caroline Baudino as the Cali-blonde, Gen X influencer with all of the jewelry stacks on TikTok. Caroline has built a devoted community based on one simple daily ritual: getting dressed to feel your best. This week, we sit down with “Shop With Caroline,” as she's known to her more than one million followers, who tune in for her motivational “coffee chats,” affordable Amazon finds and the realities of being of the “sandwich generation,” caring for kids and elderly parents at the same time. Listen in to hear about: How Caroline was able to build a six-figure per month style business with her husband – one DM at a timeThe beloved jewelry brands that she thinks everyone should know about, including lab grown diamonds Advice for buying great swimwear online, at a great priceBeauty finds: The one concealer she cannot be without, the bronzing drops that she swears by, her Augustinus Bader moisturizer dupe and moreHow to get “unstuck” when you feel like you want to make a pivot in your life Watch this episode – and subscribe - to our YouTube channel.