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Blending Our Lives.by T. Foxal. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected.Chapter 20.The next morning I was awakened by a beautiful sensation on my hardened shaft. Carrie was licking and sucking me. When my hand caressed her face, she popped off of it and looked at me. “I couldn't help it Babe. It was so hard and wanting attention. Lay back and enjoy.”I smiled at her and said, “You know, if you are quiet, I too, could be licking and sucking something as you do that.” She smiled and moved so we could 69. As her damp panty clad cunt came down to me, my fingers moved the fabric to the side and I began enjoying her sexy slit.It wasn't long before Carrie's body stiffened and she began to cum. I have no idea how she kept from yelling out, like she usually does, but she managed. I was already close when she started cumming, and that just helped me along, because about a minute later I was ejaculating into her mouth, which she somehow kept in and swallowed. After taking one last lick, she came off of me and moved so we could kiss. It was a very passionate kiss, that we both could taste our handy work. After kissing, she looked at me and said, “Good Morning Honey. I like this new mouthwash we use.”, then giggled softly.After resting a bit, I had to get up and pee. Carrie just snuggled back under the covers and smiled at me. It was only 6:30 in the morning, but I was up now. I told her I needed some coffee. She said that I should make two cups and bring one back for her. I looked down at her and said, “You getting used to this morning service young lady?” “You betcha Baby.” then directed me to where the coffee pods were for her Keurig.As I entered the kitchen, lo and behold, Chief was sitting at the table, drinking coffee and reading the newspaper. I didn't even think that the paper was even delivered anymore. I red the news online. “Morning Chief” He looked up and said, “Morning Mark.” Good sign I thought. At least he didn't call me Shitbird, or any other name.I got my coffee and started to get Carrie her's. John cleared his throat and told me to take a seat. “So Mark. Tell me what's up with my little girl. I know they found some spot on one of her ovaries.”“Trust me John. That's about all I know. It took some prying to get that out of her. Hell, she was going to send me packing because of this. No way would I walk away from her, especially with something like that. But, I think it is just a cyst, that time and some meds will take care of.”He just stared then said, “Mark. Honestly, I am an overprotective father, and grandfather. I just want only the best for my two girls. I know you and I like you. You have always been a man about things and someone I can trust, unlike that fuck knuckle she was married too. I never trusted that guy from the first day I met him. I know from just looking at Carrie, she is in love with you, and judging how you look at her, the same is true for you. All I ask, is don't play games with her. Either be all in, or all out. I don't want her hurt again. As for her cyst, or whatever it is, I'm sure it is nothing. Connie has had those in the past.”“Sir. And I mean sir as respect as her father. We both know that we had to call officers sir, but we both know they couldn't fight their way out of a paper bag, with a knife and directions on where to cut. But John, truthfully, this is the real deal for us and me. I have never let a woman into my life before. I saw too much when I was in. How they were in love but deployment after deployment, took a toll on those marriages and most ended in divorce, so I never got into that situation. But your daughter has my heart and soul now and I will do anything for her.”He chuckled then said, “Well, I am not complaining. I've seen the same as you. I got real lucky with Connie. We have been together almost 43 years now, married 42 of them. She is the love of my life. Best thing that ever happened to me. How she endured all of my deployments, I'll never know. But I never took her for granted. Every time I was gone, I hurt inside, but I'd never show you assholes that side of me. I made sure when I was home, that she, and Carrie were the only things important to me. And I always acted like we were dating. We had date night a couple times a week. I don't mean sex either. Taking her to dinner, or a movie, or anything that she had an interest in. You do that, and you'll have a very happy home life. And, the sex is great too, even to this day.”“Yeah Chief, Really? Last night?” I said and laughed. He just chuckled and told me “Hey. When she wants it, who am I to deny her”, then laughed again.“Deny Who?” we both heard, and there, standing near us was Carrie. She walked over and behind her dad. Put her arms around him and kissed his head. “Morning Daddy. So who weren't you denying.”“Nothing Princess. Some things you don't need to know.” then laughed. She looked at me and said, “Glad I wasn't dying of thirst Honey” then shot me a glare. “Sorry Babe. But your dad wanted to speak with me. Here, let me get yours now.”, then laughed. Her dad then chimed in, “Christ Carrie, you broke him already. 20 years in the Marines and never broke the man, and you do it in two weeks.”“Mwah? Not me. But you know those Gyrene's, they sometimes need direction. They're not as cool as us Navy people.” then laughed, which made us all laugh. I was glad to see her sense of humor back, and the twinkle in her eye.We were gone most of the day. There was a huge craft show at this one park they we stayed at for most of the afternoon. I did learn that John got into woodworking as a hobby now. He said he always wanted to do that, but being away so long, he never found the time. At one point, I found myself with Connie, while Carrie was with her dad, looking at something a few booths down from us.“Mark. I am so happy you came into Carrie's life. I have never seen her this alive before, except when she took in Jenny. I know that you are worried about her, with whatever this growth is. As I told her last night, it is probably nothing, but a simple cyst. I have had 4 in my lifetime, and they always go away. The specialist will know better on Tuesday. I bet they don't even do an exploratory on her. Her lab results will tell the tale. Her doctor should have eased her mind some, but some reason didn't. Just be there for her, no matter what. That's all I ask.”I told her I would. After a bit we headed to this little Italian place her parents knew of, for dinner. John picked up this tab, although I was willing too, but he told me my money was no good tonight. I did invite them to join us the next day at my sister's, but Connie said they already had made plans to spend the day with Jenny and Alan.After dinner we headed back to Carrie's. I stated I needed to go home and get some clothes. Carrie offered to go with me. But I told her stay and enjoy her time with her parents. I wouldn't be long. Just needed to shave and shower and get some more clothes. I was back within an hour. We stayed up some and chatted more, then we all retired to bed. After the I love you's, Carrie said she wished we were alone right now, and that she needed me inside her. I just held her close and told her soon Baby, soon.Chapter 21.We left for my sister's around noon. The get together was to start at 1pm, but I wanted to see Ann before any others arrived. I knew she would just love Carrie, there was no question in my mind. She'd probably love any woman who could tie me down. Ann and my brother in law have been married 18 years. They have two kids, Kyle, who will turn 16 in November, and Katie, who turned 14 yesterday. They have a very nice and modern house, which they moved into a few years back.Ann met us at the door, when we pulled into the drive. She is 41, same as Carrie, and stands 5'6, 130 pounds. She has dirty blond hair, and blue eyes. She is a spit fire too. Never afraid to speak her mind and tell you like it is. She has tried, unsuccessfully, to fix me up with a multitude of her friends or single neighbors. Nothing ever came to pass with them. A few became sex buddy's, but that was it. None ever made my heart beat fast, or my stomach tighten up in a knot, like Carrie does.After the introductions were made, and a few cracks about how Carrie somehow managed to corral me in, the girls went off to the kitchen, while Brad, Kyle and I went to the family room to watch some football. Eventually, my uncle and aunt showed up, along with 2 of their kids and grandkids. Also was some of my sister's neighbors and friends too. Two of which I had dated, but nothing was ever said around Carrie. At one point, Ann got me alone and said, “I love that woman. She is so right for you. You better not fuck this up little brother.”We stayed until after eating and cake was served, and presents opened. I did not what to get a 14 year old, so I went the safe way and got her a card with $100 visa gift card. She loved that. I signed the card from Uncle Mark and Carrie. When she gave me a hug and a kiss, she whispered in my ear, “I like her Unc. I hope she will be my aunt one day.” I just smiled at her, knowing full well that was my plan too.Carrie's parents left Tuesday morning, to visit, and stay with Connie's sister Bev. Connie did tell me to call her if there was anything wrong, after the doctor visit. I did not stay Monday night at Carrie's. I figure they all needed a break from me. Of course Carrie really did not like that, but I thought it best. We've laid a lot on her parents by being together as a couple and actually sleeping together.I went with Carrie to the doctor's office and sat with her in the waiting room. The whole time, I held her hand and at times, felt as though she was crushing mine, because she was so nervous. Once she was called, I stayed in the waiting room. About forty minutes later, a nurse called for me to come with her. She led me to an office that had Carrie and the doctor.I looked at Carrie and she was smiling. The doctor introduced himself to me, and I did the same. He then looked over some papers, then looked at Carrie.“Ms. Reynolds, you can rest assured that you do not have any tumor, benign, or cancerous. It is what we call a functional cyst. It is a sack that usually contains an egg, then releases that egg during your monthly cycle. The sack normally then goes away. Well this one did not, as of yet. They sometimes don't, which is what has happened to you. It may take a few weeks, but it will go away, and when you come back in three weeks, if it hasn't, we'll give you some medication that will help with that process. Otherwise, you are very healthy. If you have stopped having intimate relations, like many women do at this time, you are very safe to resume, and did not need to stop in the first place. I only say this, because that is the first question I am usually asked.” he said with a slight chuckle.As we were driving home, Carrie was all smiles. This was a huge relief for her, and me too. Maybe our lives could get back on track, after this slight derailment. I asked her if she was hungry, but she said no. She just wanted to get home.After arriving, she excused herself and went upstairs. Lord knows what she was doing, but I finally heard heard coming down the stairs. When I looked up, there she stood, with this white lace Baby doll outfit on. You talk about sexy looking. “Oh My Sweetie. You look absolutely beautiful and very sexy”“Thank you Honey. I feel absolutely sexy right now and I need you to make love to me all afternoon.”She grabbed my hand and led me upstairs to her bed. I did not waste any time in disrobing. My cock was as hard as a rock, before my boxers hit the floor. As I stripped, Carrie got on the bed and lay there, with her legs spread wide, inviting me to take her. Her white thong barely covered her moist sex, and the top did not hide the excitement she felt , with her nipples already hard as pebbles on her beautiful tits.I kneeled between her legs and slipped my fingers under her thongs waistband and gently tugged them down and off of her body. Her labia was glistening in the afternoon sunlight, filtering through the window. I leaned in and blew on her sex, which elicited a moan from her. Then lightly licked her swollen lips. “Later Baby. I need you inside me now” she softly said.I rubbed my head all over her soaking wet slit and then slowly inserted the head. “Oh Gawd” she moaned out. I slowly inched my way into her inner being, which was so soft, and so hot. “God. You feel so good Carrie.”My mouth lowered to her chest, as I sucked in one fabric cover tit. She arched her back some, like she was giving me her tit. I then sucked the other one, which made her moan so loud. Then I moved up and started kissing her. Her legs wrapped around me and we made slow, and very passionate love to one another. Neither of could hold back though. We were like teenagers doing it for the first time, and erupted in orgasm. I shot first. As I was shooting my love juice deep inside her, Carrie crushed me with her legs as this set her off on her own orgasm. Her nails dug into my back, but neither of us cared. My grip around her neck was tight as well. I felt like I hadn't cum in ages. As we settled down, we lay in each other's arms, panting from our euphoric bliss.I was still inside her, and surprisingly, still hard as well. I gently rolled us over, so she was now on top. Our lips still together. Our tongues exploring every inch of tongue. I loved her kisses, but best of all, I loved her more than ever. She sat up on me and looked down at me, smiling. Then slowly removed her teddy from her body, exposing her beautiful tits to me.“My God. You are so beautiful Carrie. You can stay her all day like this.” I told her. She smiled then said, “I had all intentions of doing this all day.” then she started to giggle. I asked what was so funny.“Last night, after we went to bed, I was laying here missing the hell out of you by the way, but I had to endure another night of my parents going at it. You have no idea how horny that made me.” she exclaimed. I asked, “Did you take care of that?”She sort of blushed, then laughed and said, “Yeah. I did. All I could think of was you, making love to me. This sure beats my fingers, or any toy I have.”I chuckled and said, “Wish I could have watched that. That would be so sexy to see.”“Maybe one day I will let you watch. But right now, Fuck me Babe. Fuck me so good”Later that evening, after napping and then showering together, we headed out to dinner at a local bar and grill. Afterwards, I brought her over to my house for the first time.She was in awe of it, just coming down the driveway. The house is big. It is 4 bedroom, Victorian style farm house. It was, at one time, 5 bedrooms. But my grandfather combined two bedrooms into one and made a new master bath in one portion of it. Otherwise, it only had one bathroom.When we entered the house and I turned on the lights, Carrie sort of gasped. I asked what was wrong, but she just smiled and said, “I'm waiting for June Cleaver to come out of the kitchen with her pearls and high heels on. God Mark, this is so 60's looking.”“I know, but it serves it purpose for me, at this time. I do plan on buying furniture, just never got around to doing it. Ann bitches at me all the time. Come on with me, while I gather some clothes for the morning.”We went upstairs to the master bedroom. When she saw the furniture up there, she really gasped. “Oh My Mark. This stuff is gorgeous. Please don't replace this. This stuff has to be from the 20's. I just love the bed.”“Yeah. Gramps said his father built it.” The bed was a big four poster and had matching dressers and nightstands. It was old, but finely built and well maintained.As I was gathering things, she laid out on the bed. “You know, maybe this weekend, we stay here and let the kids have the condo. I'd love to make love to you right here. Also, pack up some underwear and some shirts and pants, so you can leave them at my place.”“Sounds like a plan to me. Where does Alan live anyways?” I asked“He actually lives with his mom. Close by campus. She is divorced for years now. I am actually pretty friends with her. We have gone out for drinks a few times and have had dinners at each other's places. She just adores Jenny, which makes it a whole lot nicer.”After a few more minutes, we left and went back to Carrie's. Of course we made love again that night, and early the next morning, before she had to leave for work. This arrangement worked out quite well for us.Chapter 22.By Thanksgiving time, we were comfortably into our relationship. Most nights were spent at her place, and most weekends were spent at mine. There wasn't a night we did not spend together. I was hooked on her. I never, in a million years, could believe I could wake up every morning with someone. This felt awesome to me and so special. I loved looking at her while she slept. I also enjoyed just sitting with her at night reading, or just watching TV, then retire to bed. The best part is when she folds herself into me and falls asleep. I love that most.Thanksgiving is time for family. This year though, I was spending dinner with Carrie, Jenny and Alan, and Alan's mom, Brenda. I usually would be at Ann's, but she understood. I did tell Ann we would be over after dinner to visit.Carrie and Brenda did all the cooking. Alan and I set the table, but then retired to the couch to watch some football. Jenny was out with the ladies, so this left only Alan and I alone. As we watched, Alan and I would talk some. He was a nice young man and had his head together. He told he would be graduating in the spring and already had a job lined up. He wanted to work a while before he went for his Masters.Then he looked around to see where the ladies were, and saw they were still very busy in the kitchen. “Mr. Roberts, Mark. I… I want to ask Jenny to marry me this Christmas. Do I ask her mom beforehand?”“Well Alan. To be honest, I think that would be a great idea. Are you absolutely sure of this? This is a huge step in your life?” He smiled and said, “Oh yeah. I have never been sure of anything like this. I love her so much and can't wait to start our lives together.”“Tell you what. You get Carrie alone one day soon and ask her. I'm sure she will give her blessing. But, she's not the one you need the blessing from. You know who that belongs to.” I told him.He chuckled, then said, “Yeah. I kind of had a feeling you would say that. But I don't know when I will ever see them before Christmas. That's not something you ask over the phone.”I laughed, then said back to him. “Oh you are so right there. That old bastard would kill you if you did it like that. When can you get a Friday off in the next couple of weeks?”He shrugged his shoulders, “I guess any Friday. I usually have labs on those days, so no biggie, why?”I shook my head. “Between you and I, and I mean this, you don't say a word to Jenny. I too, plan on asking Carrie to marry me. So pick a Friday. We'll tell our fine ladies we are doing a guy thing that day, which we are. But we'll fly down to Florida, and ask the Chief and Connie in person.”“Oh wow Mark. But I can't afford that. Heck, the ring I want to get is a bit over my budget.”“Don't worry about the flight, I'll handle that. Where did you get the ring, or see it?He smiled and said, “Over at the mall, at Kay Jewelers. It's only a half carat, but one day, I'll get her a bigger one.”“Look, tomorrow, the girls are going shopping with my sister, god help me. So why don't you come with me. A friend of mine is a jeweler and has a lot of nice rings. We'll figure it out from there.” He just nodded, and as he was about to speak Jenny popped in.“What are you two talking about. It looks like a very deep conversation.” We both laughed and said football.Dinner was excellent, but the people really made it nice. By the end of the meal, we were all tired. I helped, as did Alan, wish dishes. We figured the girls spent all morning in there fixing it, it's the least we could do. Thank God for dishwashers.That night and Ann's, Carrie and Ann talked nonstop. Jenny and Alan had also come along, but weren't staying long. I was very happy that Carrie and her family were so accepted by my family. Ann and Brad made them feel right at home. I announced that Christmas Eve dinner was at my house this year. Ann, of course, had to bust my balls and ask what take out I was using.“I'll have you know, I am a pretty damn good cook, huh Honey?” Carrie smiled, “Oh Yeah. He actually is. I was very surprised. Jarheads usually know only a couple of things. Walk, March, shoot guns and eat.” then laughed. “Nice Squid. Real Nice”Katie then asked, “Mom? What's a Jarhead?” which made us all start busting out in laughter.“Well Pumpkin, it's like this. See a Marine is a very special person. He, or she, is the very best and people in the other services are very jealous of us. So they call us very derogatory names, to make them feel better about the lowly service they belong too, like the Navy. Squids are so jealous.” then laughed.Carrie was rolling her eyes, then said “Dream on Jarhead. We are just smart enough to stay on a boat, while you get all the crap jobs on land. But, I still love ya.”Once home and lying in bed, Carrie told what a great day she had. She just loves my sister and feels rather close to her. She also said she was so glad that they even accepted Jenny and Alan. I told her that I was glad that they have accepted her as well, and that spending the day with her and Jenny, and Alan's family made this pretty special to me.“Carrie. I don't want any secrets between us, so I need to tell you this.” “Uh Oh” was her response. “It's not bad, not bad at all. Alan is going to come ask you for permission to marry Jenny”Carrie got to her knees, “Really? When? Oh my God. I knew that they would do this.”“Not sure when he is going to ask you, but I do know it is Christmas time he asking her. He's pretty much laid out his life and how he sees it, and he does have a good head on his shoulders. He said they would wait until Jenny graduates in a year and a half.”Carrie was still on her knees, but crying now. “I am so happy for them. Jenny wants to marry him, that I am sure of. She loves him as much as I love you. I just told her when the time comes, be smart, and wait on having kids. Enjoy being a couple, because once kids come, it's whole new ballgame.”“Now you better act surprised about this. He is so scared of what you may say.”“I will. I promise. He has nothing to fear from me, it's gonna be a YES”, then leaned down and kissed me. That kiss turn into a hot, passionate kiss, which led to a love making session. Can't wait to see what she is like when I ask her the same thing.Chapter 23.The next morning Carrie was up and out the door by 7am. I knew I had most of the day to myself, so I got dressed and headed over to my place. Alan and I were to meet at the jewelers around noon.Alan was right on time as we entered the building, which was in one of those strip style shopping centers. My friend, John, was behind the counter when he saw me walk in. After a few good minutes of catching up he directed us to the engagement ring area . Alan stated he had $1200 to spend. John showed him quite a few rings in that price range. He was looking for a pear shaped style. I saw one that was one carat and asked the price. John said he could let that one go for $1800. Alan said it looked great, but he couldn't afford it.“Do you think Jenny would like it?” “Yeah. She's love that.” he said. “Well then, get it. I'll make up the difference. My future stepdaughter should have the best.” “Mark. I promise to repay you as quick as I can.” “You pay me when you can afford too, and nothing sooner. We'll be family for many years to come.”Then John directed me to this one ring. It was marquis shaped with 6 small diamonds around it. It just screamed Carrie to me. It was set in a platinum band, which I already knew she liked. It wasn't to pretentious, or gaudy. John said I could have that one for five grand , normally $6500 for it. He said it was a size 8, but I am not sure of her size. He said, no matter, just bring it in after I give it to her and he would resize it, unless I could find out her size. I chuckled to myself, and thought, I should call her ex and ask.After leaving there, we grabbed a sandwich and beer at this one bar and grill I knew. Then headed over to my house to see about flights to Florida. Alan was so excited, and kept thanking me over and over. I knew now the kid's father had very little to do with him, since the divorce. He's been gone from their lives for almost 12 years now. So this felt pretty good, acting like a father figure to him. Kids coming out of boot camp are kind of like this. They look up to the sergeants when you get them in your platoon. So I know the look all too well, except I'm not going to yell at this one.Once at my house, we went online and found a flight, non-stop to Pensacola, that got us there by 10am, and then one returning at 2:30, arriving back here at 5pm. Before I made the purchase, I called Connie. She had given me her cell number before they left back in October.After the obligatory how are you's and how's Carrie. I told her my plan. I really wanted to surprise them both, but had to make sure they would be home that day. It would have sucked to fly down and find they were gone.“Oh Mark. You are such a good man. John will be so happy you did this. I know he likes and respects you. He has been hoping you would do something like this, marrying his little girl. But to fly all the way down here to ask his permission, well, you'll be at the top of his list. You already are on mine. I promise I won't say a word either.”We hung up after that, and I hit the button to buy the tickets. I didn't tell Connie about Alan coming or his question too. That should make the old man really feel good. Tickets for both of us, just set me back a grand, but it was worth it. I told Alan this one is on me, which he protested too, but I told him tough, get over it.Later that night, while in my bed, Carrie told me about her day with Ann, and shopping. She said she thinks this will be the best Christmas ever for her. Ann told her what she thought I needed and clothes sizes and such. I can just imagine what Ann helped her pick out. I got to admit, when it comes to clothes for me, Ann knew what I liked.Since that few days back in October, when I thought she wanted to call this whole thing off, we have grown closer. Although we are not in our early twenties, we still made love quite a bit. Four or five times a week. But just going to bed with her and waking in the morning and see her next to me, was like heaven. I could care less about the sex actually. That was the bonus. Great thing too, is that she loves sex and on the weekends, it was two or three times a day, unless her monthly friend showed up, but even then, when it first starts, she isn't opposed to doing it in the shower. That has happened twice since we started.Weekends too, was when naughty Carrie comes to play. She is very boisterous, and loves talking dirty. She is always a lady outside of the home, but inside, she gets down right slutty. One evening I let her tie me up to the post of my bed. She teased quite a bit that night. 69ing with me, but having her sex hover above my face, where I couldn't reach it. While she played with my cock. Then she'd lower herself down to let me lick her for about thirty seconds, then pull away again. It drove me insane with lust. When she finally turned around and lowered herself onto me, she rode me like a bull. The whole time asking me how her cunt felt and did I want to cum, and things like that. It was fun and adventurous for us, and we both love it. I really think she has a Domme side to her, deep down.Chapter 24.A few nights before Alan and I took off to Florida, I fibbed a bit and told Carrie that on Friday I was going to help Brad close up their cabin, that he and Ann have by a lake near us. Ann knew of my plans and was willing to go along with it. I told her that Alan was going to help too and that we should be back by 6 that evening. Since the cabin is only 20 minutes from the airport, I was going to swing by before our flight, and move a few chairs on the porch, to a shed he had. That way, I really didn't lie. I hate lying to her.We arrived in Florida about ten minutes early, which was good. I rented a car and was at John and Connie's in no time, thanks to GPS. The look on John's face was priceless when he opened the door and saw both of us standing there. Of course, he thought something was wrong.“What in the world are you two doing down here? Are the girls  okay?”I laughed and said all is fine with them. He let us in and we took a seat on the couch. “Well? What's up. You didn't fly down here for your health.”“John. Connie. I came down here to ask permission to marry your daughter.”“You flew down here just to ask that? What the hell, you could have called on the phone and saved time and money Shitbird.”“No John. You deserve more respect than that. If I am doing this, I want to do it right. So, do I have your permission?”He looked at Connie, who shook her head yes, then said, “Mark. I would be proud to call you my son in law. I may seem gruff at times, but I do like you and respect you, and I know you will treat my daughter good, which is all I can ask for. Connie and I want only the best for her, and Jenny too. So yes, you have our permission.”We shook hands and he actually gave me a hug, and of course Connie did too. Then John asked,“Did you need a wingman, bringing Alan down with you?”“No sir”, Alan said. “I would like permission too, to ask your granddaughter to be my wife.”“Jesus H. Christ. Both of you? Well son, are you sure you are ready for a step like this. That is one person I never want to see hurt, besides my wife and daughter.”“Sir. I have never been so sure of anything in my life. I graduate in May and have a job already lined up and Jenny graduates the following year, and then we would marry.”After looking at his wife again, who stood there smiling, he spoke, “Then I guess I see no point in denying you her hand. Promise me you will always take care of her and love her with all your heart, like we do.”“I promise Mr. Reynolds, I swear.” He chuckled, “I bet you were as nervous as a cat in a room full of rocking chairs to ask me this. Both of you clowns, so help me God, if you ever hurt those girls, I will hunt you down and hurt you real bad, and if I am too old, I still know people who can do it. You know the last one Carrie was with, the asshole, the best I could do is have him shipped to San Diego. I wanted to have him put on that team in the Aleutians (Alaska), but the CO thought that would not be a good fit for that team.”We stayed and had lunch with them, then got back to the airport with plenty of time. We did ask if they could come up for Christmas. They had plans for a few days later that week, but said they would be up on Christmas Eve, which I thought was perfect. We also planned on surprising the girls with their presence , that evening at my house since I was cooking dinner that night. John did make a crack about eating before he got there, in case my meal sucked.I got to Carrie's around 6:30, and we went to eat, then to my place. We just cuddled on the couch that night, then went to bed. I was pretty tired, and she completely understood, so we just fell asleep in each other's arms.The next day, we met Jenny and Alan back at Carrie's and headed over to this tree farm to cut down two Christmas tree's They take you out on a wagon, then when you find and cut it down, pick you up and bring you back to the Chalet, where you pay. The four of us had a great time and Carrie, and Jenny were giddy most of the day. I dropped the kids off at Carrie's and helped put the tree in its stand. Jenny was going to start decorating it, while Carrie and I did the same at my place. This is the first tree I have decorated in over twenty years. I was usually never home for the holidays, or if I was, it was for a few days and it was spent with mom and Ann.It took most of the afternoon and part of the evening to string lights and attach the antique ornaments my grandmother had at the house. Carrie did run out to the store and bought ribbon and bows, and some garland too. While we did this, she had Christmas music playing in the background and I had a fire lit in the fireplace. What was real nice, was that it was now snowing some. Not heavy, but a nice downfall, just like you would see in any Christmas movie.We were both dressed in jeans and sweaters, but she looks a lot cuter than I do, in hers. After we finished and ate delivered pizza, we retired to the couch, which faces the fireplace, and the tree, all lit up, standing in the corner by it. Carrie sat next to me, sipping wine, with her legs curled under her. We talked about what we needed to get for people. I had told her I wasn't sure what to get Ann and Brad, or even Jenny and Alan. I did buy the kids laptops for each of them. Ann had only one computer, which they all shared, so this would help out in that department. I know Ann and Brad were going to buy Kyle a used truck, for when he passed his driver's license test. He was taking the driver's ed course now.Carrie said she would help with Ann and Brad, but I didn't need to get Jenny anything. I told her to stop there. She is part of you and she deserves presents as well. Carrie did tell me she is going to get Jenny a car, after the first of the year. Right now, she didn't have one, but she was taking an internship at this one accounting agency, and needed one for that. Then we started kissing, which led to more kissing. I stopped, and got up.“Hold that thought”, I said. Then went to the back closet and pulled out my sleeping bag. I came back in and unrolled it, and unzipped it. I laid it out over the oval rug in front of the fireplace and went and took her by the hand and had her stand up.“Umm, I like how you think Mr. Roberts.” I slowly removed her sweater, then her bra. Of course I had to suck her tits a few times, before unbuttoning her jeans and slowly peeled them down, exposing her black thong. With me now on my knees, I used my teeth to pull her thongs down, and when they hit the floor, she stepped out of them. I didn't even bother with her socks. Now naked, I leaned in and lightly licked her sex, tasting her juices that she was already emitting. God, I love how she taste.She pulled me up then and pulled my sweater over my head and then my t-shirt. She now got on her knees and removed my jeans and then my boxers. When my engorged member sprung free, she licked it a few times, especially on the tip. “Yummy” she said.I had her lay on the sleeping bag, and she readily spread her legs for me, letting me gaze at her beauty. The Christmas lights, and the glow of the fire made her especially beautiful. I wasted little time in going down on her. I wanted her to orgasm in my mouth. I needed to taste her. I stayed down there for a long while. Bringing her off two times, before I kissed my way back up to her mouth, stopping along the way to such each tit into my mouth, which I knew she loved having done.As I kissed her passionately, I made sure my weight was not fully on her, and my hardened member lay at her opening, ready to enter paradise. Her hips gyrated below me, trying hard to have me enter her.“Baby. Please put it in. I need you so bad. I love you”I too, couldn't wait any longer and slid in. Once I was fully in, we both moaned out. We then proceeded to make slow love to one another. We had no rush to this, just two people, deeply in love, joined together, making us one. I have no idea how long we made love for, but it had to have lasted at least a good fifteen minutes. We were lost in each other, until Carrie finally moaned out “Oh God, I'm cumming Baby.” I didn't last too much longer and started shooting my seed deep within her. “I love you baby.” I said as I was cumming.After we calmed a bit, I noticed I was still hard and rolled us over so she was on top. I looked at her, as she sat up. The firelight danced over her skin. She looked incredible to me. “My God Baby, you look so beautiful” I said. “You are beautiful Mark. I love you so much. This is going to be the best holiday ever.” I smiled, and thought, “If you only knew my Love”Chapter 25.The next two weeks flew by. I had talked with Connie a couple of times. She said she told Carrie that they were going to New Orleans to visit with friends down there, from their Navy days. Carrie was a little bummed, but understood. Connie said their flight got in at 4pm that day. Jenny was going to pick them up and bring them over a little past 7, on that evening, along with Alan's mom. Ann was going to meet them out front, so they could follow her up the drive, without lights on. Very clandestine like. I had told Ann to wait until I turned the kitchen and dining room lights out, before sneaking in the back door, and to stay in the dining room until I actually proposed to Carrie. God I was nervous now. This to me, was the biggest leap of faith I would ever take in my life.Carrie came over around 5, on Christmas Eve. She was wearing this beautiful red dress that made her look like a Goddess. Had no one been coming over, I would have taken her then and there.“My God. You are more beautiful than I have ever seen you Ms. Reynolds.” I told her. She smiled and said, “You are just biased, and you want to get into my panties JH. Thank You though. Compliments are always welcome. I love you.”She helped me prepare the rest of dinner. We were having Standing Prime Rib, mashed potatoes, rolls, gravy, and a bean casserole that Carrie prepared. We then set the table for 8, on the dining room table. This table was big enough to feed a platoon on. Everything was almost ready.It was now just coming on 7pm. The roast was done and I removed it from the oven, to let it sit a while before carving. Carrie was standing near me, sipping a glass of wine. I reached the light switch and turned it off, and then walked into the dining room and did the same there. The only light was from the tree and fireplace.I went to the stereo and put on Carrie's favorite artist, Shania Twain. I took Carrie's hand and led her to the middle of the living room, as the music started. I took her glass and set it down, then pulled her into my arms and started to dance to “From This Moment On”As we danced, I made sure her head was not turned so she could see into the dining room. Towards the end of the dance I softly sang the lyrics to her.You're the reason I believe in loveAnd you're the answer to my prayers from up aboveAll we need is just the two of usMy dreams came true because of youFrom this moment as long as I liveI will love you, I promise you thisThere is nothing I wouldn't giveFrom this momentI will love you as long as I liveFrom this moment on.As the music started to end, I looked into her eyes, which were now glazed over with tears, and got to my knee. With her one hand in my, I looked up at her, then reached into my sport coat, and pulled out the ring.“Carolyn Ann. I love you more than life itself, and like the lyrics said, I can't wait to start living my life with you. Would you do me the honor and be my wife, and I your husband?”Her whole body tremble as I awaited her answer. “Oh My God Sweetheart, Yes”I stood and pulled her into me and we kissed a long and very passionate kiss. Just then, our combined family's started clapping and cheering. Carrie broke the kiss and saw her mom and dad coming towards us, with Jenny and Alan, then Ann and her family.Carrie broke from me and ran to her mom and hugged her tight, then her dad. She was now full out crying, and since she yes, it must be from joy. Connie then hugged me and told me how beautiful that scene just was. Jenny and Carrie were hugging and crying together now. Brad and Alan both shook my hand. Ann went up and hugged Carrie and welcomed her to the family, then she came to me.“Brother. You sometimes shock the hell out of me. I never knew you could be this romantic” Then kissed me and told me she loves me and I better take care of that woman, always.John finally came over to me, “Mark. Never in a million years would I have thought I'd be calling you son. But you know what, I am glad I am. You are the type of man I would want for a son. Welcome aboard to our family Son.” then hugged me. I could have sworn I saw a tear in his eye.Dinner was excellent and everyone was in a very festive mood. Carrie made a toast, after saying grace before dinner. “To the best Christmas ever. To Ann and Brad, and the kids, I am so grateful to be part of your lives now. You have made me feel part of your family since the day I met you. To you, mom and dad, and you Jenny, for always being there for me and teaching what love really is, so I can now share that with my future husband Mark, who I plan on growing very old with. I love you all”After dinner, the girls shooed us away and told us to relax while they did the dishes. Connie said it was only fair, since I did the cooking. It was well past 9pm when we were all together in the living room. Carrie and I already decided we would open our gifts the next morning, at her place with Jenny and Alan, and now her dad and mom. But we still had to exchange gifts with Ann and the family.Carrie handed out our gifts to them. To Ann, Carrie picked out a couple of sweaters and we got her a $200 visa gift card, so she could buy what she wanted for herself. We got Brad a new fishing reel and a $200 visa gift card. The gift cards were in a Christmas card signed Mark and Carrie. The kids each got a laptop and $100 gift cards. When they opened the cards, their mom asked what was written. Of course they could care less about what was written but said it was from “Uncle Mark and Aunt Carrie” I had signed all of the cards, but Carrie had no idea I wrote that. She squeezed my hand tightly then.Alan and Jenny were sitting by the tree and had opened their presents from my sister. Then Alan reached around the tree and produced a box, and handed it to Jenny. “Please open this Honey.”Jenny was now sort of kneeling and slowly opened the box. Inside was a figurine of a bride. Around the head and neck, was the ring he bought a few weeks back. Jenny just Gasped. Alan was kneeling now too and took her hand.“I was going to wait until the morning, but I just can't. I want everyone to see and hear this. Jennifer Lynn, would you marry me and become my wife and the mother, someday, to our children”Jenny broke down and started crying, but finally said “Yes”, then actually tackled him and started kissing him. Jenny was over the moon now, as was Carrie and Connie, and Alan's mom. Lots of excitement this night, that's for sure. I went out to the fridge and took out 2 bottles of champagne that I had snuck in the back and opened them. With John's help, we gave everyone a glass, including the kids and toasted to a merry Christmas.Katie made me chuckle when she asked if Jenny was now their cousin. I said officially, no, not until Carrie and I marry, but yeah, she is. “Oh Cool. I don't have any girl cousins”, which made us all laugh.I was sitting in the one arm chair, and Carrie in my lap. Of course she had to wiggle her ass a few times, which wasn't the best thing to do, because Mr. happy liked the attention and started to rise. I whispered in her ear, “Keep it up and I'll take you upstairs and take care of this problem I am having.” She giggled and said, “Promises. Promises”Then Carrie asked, “Mark. Did you ask my dad for permission?” I just smiled and said, “Oh Yeah. I'm not that dumb. Actually. Remember two weeks ago when I was helping Brad at the cabin?” she nodded, “Well, Alan and I did go there at 5:30am. I can see Alan is not the type that likes getting up at Oh Dark Thirty either, but, we did go over there. Moved three things to the shed, then left for the airport. We flew down to Florida, got to your parents by 11, had lunch, asked Chief and your mom for their blessings, then back up here by 5 that evening, and you two fine ladies weren't the wiser. So before you say anything, we did not lie, but did not disclose our whole agenda. No way could I lie to you Babe.”John was laughing as I was recounting that day. “Oh yeah, I open the door to find these two Shitbirds. My first thought was something happened to one of you, but then Mark sorted it out for me. Connie already knew he was coming. But I'll tell you. I couldn't ask for two finer men to take care of my girls, than these two.After that, everyone started to leave. We told them we'd be over in the morning, and to not open stuff without us there. As soon as we saw the lights of their cars fade away, Carrie turned off the lights and pulled me upstairs.Carrie turned on the lamp, next to the bed, then turned off the overhead lights. She seductively stripped down for me, and I just stood there in amazement. Once naked, she stood there. So I stripped as well. Not as seductive as she had done, but still slow. I stood a foot away from here and she took both of my hands in hers.She smiled at me, “Baby, you have no idea how lucky I feel and so loved right now. What you see in front of you, is yours, until the day we die. I am all yours.”I smiled at her then, and said, “Babe. For the life of me, I don't know how I ever got as lucky to be with a beautiful person, as you are. I don't mean just in looks, but the whole essence of you. You are my life, and no one will ever come between us. I Love you Carrie”She led me to the bed and we lay beside each other. Her newly ringed hand reached around the shaft of my member and held it gently. “I love this ring Baby. And, quite frankly, it looks really good right now. When did you know you wanted to marry me?”My eyes looked into hers, “Honestly, I wish I could say that first kiss on Whiteface Mountain. But it wasn't then. I knew at that point I had a shot with you though. But, it was the night I made you dinner and drew your bath. I knew then, when you said I love you back to me, that this was it. And, it's gotten better every day since.”She crawled up on top of me, and without any help from our hands, slipped my hard member into her waiting sex. Looking up at her, after we both moaned, “When did you know this was real for us?”“When we kissed on that rock. There was just something about it. But when we made love that Saturday night in the cabin and professed our love to each other. I knew in my heart then. But finally, when you stuck by me, with that stupid ordeal back in October, I knew this man was it.”“Baby, there was no way I was walking away from you. Not then , not ever. Were you surprised this happened tonight?” I asked.She grinned, “Yes and no. I thought maybe tomorrow, and if not then, then Valentine's Day. But tonight threw me. But picking one of my favorite songs to dance too, then asking me then, well it made me speechless. Then to have our whole family here too. You made this the best Christmas I have ever had.”Carrie started pumping up and down on me now. She didn't want to talk anymore. She wanted to complete our love making. It really did not take us long either. Throughout the whole time, our lips were locked together, until we were both ready to cum.“Oh God Baby. I have to cum” I spoke out loudly. “Cum Baby. Give me it all. I Love You Mark”I started cumming deep inside her, and about half way through, she started cumming. My hands were holding her ass as she did. I could feel goosebumps on her cheeks, as she let loose with her orgasm. It was very powerful too. Her whole body was wiggling around as our orgasms continued.We kissed one last time, then both told each other I love you. I wouldn't let her leave me though and she settled in on top of me and we both fell asleep.Chapter 26.Christmas Day saw us going all over the place. First, I took Carrie out to the barn out back. Inside was my old 93 Ford Mustang Boss. I bought this right after boot camp. It was rarity that I got to drive it much. Sometimes, six months would elapse before it got driven. The most use I got out of it was when I was stationed at Quantico. When I moved back here, after getting out, I bought my truck. So this car just sits, except for an occasional spin. It's silver with black interior, and has the 5 liter engine, which is a small V8. The only enhancement it has, is a new radio that has Bluetooth for the phone. It is in mint condition and only has 22,000 miles on it.Carrie asked where did I get this. So I told her about its history. Then I told her I was going to give this to Jenny. “Oh My God Mark. You can't do that. This is an antique, isn't it?”“No. Not yet. Couple of more years. But she needs a car and I never use it. So why not let someone, who I happen to like and is going to be my daughter one day, have it.”“You amaze me JH. You don't have a selfish bone in your body. And you are right, she is going to have you for a father one day. I know she likes that idea too. The ex was never really close with her in the first place, and when I kicked him out, he has never even tried to contact her. Just be patient with her and love her Mark. That's all I ask.”I knew I was going to do this too, after Carrie said she had to buy a car for her. So I had it checked out at the garage I go too, and had new tires put on it. So it was good to go. She'll just have to watch driving in snow. Rear wheel drive and snow don't always mix well.When we arrived that morning, everyone was up. Connie had made cinnamon buns and coffee, which we all enjoyed, while opening presents. After all the presents were opened, I handed Jenny a small gift bag. “From us” I said. Her eyes got real big when she saw they keys. Then ran to the front door and opened it. When she saw the car, she squealed with excitement. This girl was in a fuzzy robe and put on sneakers and ran out to it. Then came back inside and ran up to me and hugged me.“Thank You so much Mark” then planted kisses all over my cheeks. Then she thanked her mom. I told her it was hers to use and to be careful with it. I then told her we would help with insurance and stuff like that. But it is her responsibility to maintain it. “You guys are the best. Come Papa. let me show you my new car.” she said. Jenny, Alan, and John trudged out into the cold. I told Connie that the car is old, but nowhere near the mileage that the old Seadog has on him. Connie winked at me and said, “You know Mark. I think you are going to make one great father.”That New Year's Eve, we were invited to a couple of parties, but we begged off and stayed home. We made dinner together. Watched some movies, then made love at midnight. We did talk about Carrie moving in here, with me. She readily agreed, and two weeks later, she moved in. Jenny and Alan moved into her condo. All Carrie asked of them was to make sure no babies were produced yet. At some point, once the kids were established, and found their own place after they were married, she would sell the condo. Luckily for us, this was not a drain on finances. She made almost $100 grand a year at her job and mine was bringing in almost double that, and this house was paid for.We did settle down and bought new furniture for all over. I let that up to her, and Ann helped out. Those two become thick as thieves. If I was to ever argue with Carrie, I'd never win, but we never argue. We do discuss stuff and come to common ground. One thing was constant though, and that was our love making. I made sure we had at least one date night a week, and I always try to be romantic.The first weekend in October, Carrie and I married. When Carrie got married the first time, it was in front of a judge. So she never had a real wedding, and, her parents weren't there for it, depriving her dad the chance to give her away.The one thing she did ask me to wear was my dress blues. I had to check to make sure that I was still allowed, and found out that it was  okay for that. I had to bring that out of mothballs. I even had the sword. MY uni had 5 gold service stripes indicating 20 years, plus a lot of ribbons and medals on the pocket area.John too, wore his dress blues, or winter uniform. Now he had 9 gold sleeve stripes, since he was just shy of 40 years in. His front pocket area had to weigh a ton with all the service ribbons and medals. He wore blue, so he wouldn't upstage his daughter, in her white dress.Seeing her come down the aisle, with her father, was one of the best days of my life. She was radiant and so beautiful. She picked From This Moment On as her entrance song, instead of the traditional wedding march. Jenny served as her maid of honor, and Brad served as my best man. Alan and Ann were in it as well, as was Kyle and Katie. We both have a small circle of friends, and limited family, so the reception wasn't really big, maybe 50 people in all, but we all had a great time. We spent our first night of the honeymoon, in my uncle's cabin, after climbing up Whiteface Mountain and kissed on that very same rock, where we did the first time.I do remember, as I stood there, at the altar, holding Carrie's hands and was reciting her vows to me, all I thought was,“All this, because I bumped into a this beautiful woman at the ranger's station, who just happened to be a bit clumsy and sprain her ankle later, on a path near the cabin I was staying at. Life is good.”by T. Foxal.

Blending Our Lives.by T. Foxal. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected.Chapter 20.The next morning I was awakened by a beautiful sensation on my hardened shaft. Carrie was licking and sucking me. When my hand caressed her face, she popped off of it and looked at me. “I couldn't help it Babe. It was so hard and wanting attention. Lay back and enjoy.”I smiled at her and said, “You know, if you are quiet, I too, could be licking and sucking something as you do that.” She smiled and moved so we could 69. As her damp panty clad cunt came down to me, my fingers moved the fabric to the side and I began enjoying her sexy slit.It wasn't long before Carrie's body stiffened and she began to cum. I have no idea how she kept from yelling out, like she usually does, but she managed. I was already close when she started cumming, and that just helped me along, because about a minute later I was ejaculating into her mouth, which she somehow kept in and swallowed. After taking one last lick, she came off of me and moved so we could kiss. It was a very passionate kiss, that we both could taste our handy work. After kissing, she looked at me and said, “Good Morning Honey. I like this new mouthwash we use.”, then giggled softly.After resting a bit, I had to get up and pee. Carrie just snuggled back under the covers and smiled at me. It was only 6:30 in the morning, but I was up now. I told her I needed some coffee. She said that I should make two cups and bring one back for her. I looked down at her and said, “You getting used to this morning service young lady?” “You betcha Baby.” then directed me to where the coffee pods were for her Keurig.As I entered the kitchen, lo and behold, Chief was sitting at the table, drinking coffee and reading the newspaper. I didn't even think that the paper was even delivered anymore. I red the news online. “Morning Chief” He looked up and said, “Morning Mark.” Good sign I thought. At least he didn't call me Shitbird, or any other name.I got my coffee and started to get Carrie her's. John cleared his throat and told me to take a seat. “So Mark. Tell me what's up with my little girl. I know they found some spot on one of her ovaries.”“Trust me John. That's about all I know. It took some prying to get that out of her. Hell, she was going to send me packing because of this. No way would I walk away from her, especially with something like that. But, I think it is just a cyst, that time and some meds will take care of.”He just stared then said, “Mark. Honestly, I am an overprotective father, and grandfather. I just want only the best for my two girls. I know you and I like you. You have always been a man about things and someone I can trust, unlike that fuck knuckle she was married too. I never trusted that guy from the first day I met him. I know from just looking at Carrie, she is in love with you, and judging how you look at her, the same is true for you. All I ask, is don't play games with her. Either be all in, or all out. I don't want her hurt again. As for her cyst, or whatever it is, I'm sure it is nothing. Connie has had those in the past.”“Sir. And I mean sir as respect as her father. We both know that we had to call officers sir, but we both know they couldn't fight their way out of a paper bag, with a knife and directions on where to cut. But John, truthfully, this is the real deal for us and me. I have never let a woman into my life before. I saw too much when I was in. How they were in love but deployment after deployment, took a toll on those marriages and most ended in divorce, so I never got into that situation. But your daughter has my heart and soul now and I will do anything for her.”He chuckled then said, “Well, I am not complaining. I've seen the same as you. I got real lucky with Connie. We have been together almost 43 years now, married 42 of them. She is the love of my life. Best thing that ever happened to me. How she endured all of my deployments, I'll never know. But I never took her for granted. Every time I was gone, I hurt inside, but I'd never show you assholes that side of me. I made sure when I was home, that she, and Carrie were the only things important to me. And I always acted like we were dating. We had date night a couple times a week. I don't mean sex either. Taking her to dinner, or a movie, or anything that she had an interest in. You do that, and you'll have a very happy home life. And, the sex is great too, even to this day.”“Yeah Chief, Really? Last night?” I said and laughed. He just chuckled and told me “Hey. When she wants it, who am I to deny her”, then laughed again.“Deny Who?” we both heard, and there, standing near us was Carrie. She walked over and behind her dad. Put her arms around him and kissed his head. “Morning Daddy. So who weren't you denying.”“Nothing Princess. Some things you don't need to know.” then laughed. She looked at me and said, “Glad I wasn't dying of thirst Honey” then shot me a glare. “Sorry Babe. But your dad wanted to speak with me. Here, let me get yours now.”, then laughed. Her dad then chimed in, “Christ Carrie, you broke him already. 20 years in the Marines and never broke the man, and you do it in two weeks.”“Mwah? Not me. But you know those Gyrene's, they sometimes need direction. They're not as cool as us Navy people.” then laughed, which made us all laugh. I was glad to see her sense of humor back, and the twinkle in her eye.We were gone most of the day. There was a huge craft show at this one park they we stayed at for most of the afternoon. I did learn that John got into woodworking as a hobby now. He said he always wanted to do that, but being away so long, he never found the time. At one point, I found myself with Connie, while Carrie was with her dad, looking at something a few booths down from us.“Mark. I am so happy you came into Carrie's life. I have never seen her this alive before, except when she took in Jenny. I know that you are worried about her, with whatever this growth is. As I told her last night, it is probably nothing, but a simple cyst. I have had 4 in my lifetime, and they always go away. The specialist will know better on Tuesday. I bet they don't even do an exploratory on her. Her lab results will tell the tale. Her doctor should have eased her mind some, but some reason didn't. Just be there for her, no matter what. That's all I ask.”I told her I would. After a bit we headed to this little Italian place her parents knew of, for dinner. John picked up this tab, although I was willing too, but he told me my money was no good tonight. I did invite them to join us the next day at my sister's, but Connie said they already had made plans to spend the day with Jenny and Alan.After dinner we headed back to Carrie's. I stated I needed to go home and get some clothes. Carrie offered to go with me. But I told her stay and enjoy her time with her parents. I wouldn't be long. Just needed to shave and shower and get some more clothes. I was back within an hour. We stayed up some and chatted more, then we all retired to bed. After the I love you's, Carrie said she wished we were alone right now, and that she needed me inside her. I just held her close and told her soon Baby, soon.Chapter 21.We left for my sister's around noon. The get together was to start at 1pm, but I wanted to see Ann before any others arrived. I knew she would just love Carrie, there was no question in my mind. She'd probably love any woman who could tie me down. Ann and my brother in law have been married 18 years. They have two kids, Kyle, who will turn 16 in November, and Katie, who turned 14 yesterday. They have a very nice and modern house, which they moved into a few years back.Ann met us at the door, when we pulled into the drive. She is 41, same as Carrie, and stands 5'6, 130 pounds. She has dirty blond hair, and blue eyes. She is a spit fire too. Never afraid to speak her mind and tell you like it is. She has tried, unsuccessfully, to fix me up with a multitude of her friends or single neighbors. Nothing ever came to pass with them. A few became sex buddy's, but that was it. None ever made my heart beat fast, or my stomach tighten up in a knot, like Carrie does.After the introductions were made, and a few cracks about how Carrie somehow managed to corral me in, the girls went off to the kitchen, while Brad, Kyle and I went to the family room to watch some football. Eventually, my uncle and aunt showed up, along with 2 of their kids and grandkids. Also was some of my sister's neighbors and friends too. Two of which I had dated, but nothing was ever said around Carrie. At one point, Ann got me alone and said, “I love that woman. She is so right for you. You better not fuck this up little brother.”We stayed until after eating and cake was served, and presents opened. I did not what to get a 14 year old, so I went the safe way and got her a card with $100 visa gift card. She loved that. I signed the card from Uncle Mark and Carrie. When she gave me a hug and a kiss, she whispered in my ear, “I like her Unc. I hope she will be my aunt one day.” I just smiled at her, knowing full well that was my plan too.Carrie's parents left Tuesday morning, to visit, and stay with Connie's sister Bev. Connie did tell me to call her if there was anything wrong, after the doctor visit. I did not stay Monday night at Carrie's. I figure they all needed a break from me. Of course Carrie really did not like that, but I thought it best. We've laid a lot on her parents by being together as a couple and actually sleeping together.I went with Carrie to the doctor's office and sat with her in the waiting room. The whole time, I held her hand and at times, felt as though she was crushing mine, because she was so nervous. Once she was called, I stayed in the waiting room. About forty minutes later, a nurse called for me to come with her. She led me to an office that had Carrie and the doctor.I looked at Carrie and she was smiling. The doctor introduced himself to me, and I did the same. He then looked over some papers, then looked at Carrie.“Ms. Reynolds, you can rest assured that you do not have any tumor, benign, or cancerous. It is what we call a functional cyst. It is a sack that usually contains an egg, then releases that egg during your monthly cycle. The sack normally then goes away. Well this one did not, as of yet. They sometimes don't, which is what has happened to you. It may take a few weeks, but it will go away, and when you come back in three weeks, if it hasn't, we'll give you some medication that will help with that process. Otherwise, you are very healthy. If you have stopped having intimate relations, like many women do at this time, you are very safe to resume, and did not need to stop in the first place. I only say this, because that is the first question I am usually asked.” he said with a slight chuckle.As we were driving home, Carrie was all smiles. This was a huge relief for her, and me too. Maybe our lives could get back on track, after this slight derailment. I asked her if she was hungry, but she said no. She just wanted to get home.After arriving, she excused herself and went upstairs. Lord knows what she was doing, but I finally heard heard coming down the stairs. When I looked up, there she stood, with this white lace Baby doll outfit on. You talk about sexy looking. “Oh My Sweetie. You look absolutely beautiful and very sexy”“Thank you Honey. I feel absolutely sexy right now and I need you to make love to me all afternoon.”She grabbed my hand and led me upstairs to her bed. I did not waste any time in disrobing. My cock was as hard as a rock, before my boxers hit the floor. As I stripped, Carrie got on the bed and lay there, with her legs spread wide, inviting me to take her. Her white thong barely covered her moist sex, and the top did not hide the excitement she felt , with her nipples already hard as pebbles on her beautiful tits.I kneeled between her legs and slipped my fingers under her thongs waistband and gently tugged them down and off of her body. Her labia was glistening in the afternoon sunlight, filtering through the window. I leaned in and blew on her sex, which elicited a moan from her. Then lightly licked her swollen lips. “Later Baby. I need you inside me now” she softly said.I rubbed my head all over her soaking wet slit and then slowly inserted the head. “Oh Gawd” she moaned out. I slowly inched my way into her inner being, which was so soft, and so hot. “God. You feel so good Carrie.”My mouth lowered to her chest, as I sucked in one fabric cover tit. She arched her back some, like she was giving me her tit. I then sucked the other one, which made her moan so loud. Then I moved up and started kissing her. Her legs wrapped around me and we made slow, and very passionate love to one another. Neither of could hold back though. We were like teenagers doing it for the first time, and erupted in orgasm. I shot first. As I was shooting my love juice deep inside her, Carrie crushed me with her legs as this set her off on her own orgasm. Her nails dug into my back, but neither of us cared. My grip around her neck was tight as well. I felt like I hadn't cum in ages. As we settled down, we lay in each other's arms, panting from our euphoric bliss.I was still inside her, and surprisingly, still hard as well. I gently rolled us over, so she was now on top. Our lips still together. Our tongues exploring every inch of tongue. I loved her kisses, but best of all, I loved her more than ever. She sat up on me and looked down at me, smiling. Then slowly removed her teddy from her body, exposing her beautiful tits to me.“My God. You are so beautiful Carrie. You can stay her all day like this.” I told her. She smiled then said, “I had all intentions of doing this all day.” then she started to giggle. I asked what was so funny.“Last night, after we went to bed, I was laying here missing the hell out of you by the way, but I had to endure another night of my parents going at it. You have no idea how horny that made me.” she exclaimed. I asked, “Did you take care of that?”She sort of blushed, then laughed and said, “Yeah. I did. All I could think of was you, making love to me. This sure beats my fingers, or any toy I have.”I chuckled and said, “Wish I could have watched that. That would be so sexy to see.”“Maybe one day I will let you watch. But right now, Fuck me Babe. Fuck me so good”Later that evening, after napping and then showering together, we headed out to dinner at a local bar and grill. Afterwards, I brought her over to my house for the first time.She was in awe of it, just coming down the driveway. The house is big. It is 4 bedroom, Victorian style farm house. It was, at one time, 5 bedrooms. But my grandfather combined two bedrooms into one and made a new master bath in one portion of it. Otherwise, it only had one bathroom.When we entered the house and I turned on the lights, Carrie sort of gasped. I asked what was wrong, but she just smiled and said, “I'm waiting for June Cleaver to come out of the kitchen with her pearls and high heels on. God Mark, this is so 60's looking.”“I know, but it serves it purpose for me, at this time. I do plan on buying furniture, just never got around to doing it. Ann bitches at me all the time. Come on with me, while I gather some clothes for the morning.”We went upstairs to the master bedroom. When she saw the furniture up there, she really gasped. “Oh My Mark. This stuff is gorgeous. Please don't replace this. This stuff has to be from the 20's. I just love the bed.”“Yeah. Gramps said his father built it.” The bed was a big four poster and had matching dressers and nightstands. It was old, but finely built and well maintained.As I was gathering things, she laid out on the bed. “You know, maybe this weekend, we stay here and let the kids have the condo. I'd love to make love to you right here. Also, pack up some underwear and some shirts and pants, so you can leave them at my place.”“Sounds like a plan to me. Where does Alan live anyways?” I asked“He actually lives with his mom. Close by campus. She is divorced for years now. I am actually pretty friends with her. We have gone out for drinks a few times and have had dinners at each other's places. She just adores Jenny, which makes it a whole lot nicer.”After a few more minutes, we left and went back to Carrie's. Of course we made love again that night, and early the next morning, before she had to leave for work. This arrangement worked out quite well for us.Chapter 22.By Thanksgiving time, we were comfortably into our relationship. Most nights were spent at her place, and most weekends were spent at mine. There wasn't a night we did not spend together. I was hooked on her. I never, in a million years, could believe I could wake up every morning with someone. This felt awesome to me and so special. I loved looking at her while she slept. I also enjoyed just sitting with her at night reading, or just watching TV, then retire to bed. The best part is when she folds herself into me and falls asleep. I love that most.Thanksgiving is time for family. This year though, I was spending dinner with Carrie, Jenny and Alan, and Alan's mom, Brenda. I usually would be at Ann's, but she understood. I did tell Ann we would be over after dinner to visit.Carrie and Brenda did all the cooking. Alan and I set the table, but then retired to the couch to watch some football. Jenny was out with the ladies, so this left only Alan and I alone. As we watched, Alan and I would talk some. He was a nice young man and had his head together. He told he would be graduating in the spring and already had a job lined up. He wanted to work a while before he went for his Masters.Then he looked around to see where the ladies were, and saw they were still very busy in the kitchen. “Mr. Roberts, Mark. I… I want to ask Jenny to marry me this Christmas. Do I ask her mom beforehand?”“Well Alan. To be honest, I think that would be a great idea. Are you absolutely sure of this? This is a huge step in your life?” He smiled and said, “Oh yeah. I have never been sure of anything like this. I love her so much and can't wait to start our lives together.”“Tell you what. You get Carrie alone one day soon and ask her. I'm sure she will give her blessing. But, she's not the one you need the blessing from. You know who that belongs to.” I told him.He chuckled, then said, “Yeah. I kind of had a feeling you would say that. But I don't know when I will ever see them before Christmas. That's not something you ask over the phone.”I laughed, then said back to him. “Oh you are so right there. That old bastard would kill you if you did it like that. When can you get a Friday off in the next couple of weeks?”He shrugged his shoulders, “I guess any Friday. I usually have labs on those days, so no biggie, why?”I shook my head. “Between you and I, and I mean this, you don't say a word to Jenny. I too, plan on asking Carrie to marry me. So pick a Friday. We'll tell our fine ladies we are doing a guy thing that day, which we are. But we'll fly down to Florida, and ask the Chief and Connie in person.”“Oh wow Mark. But I can't afford that. Heck, the ring I want to get is a bit over my budget.”“Don't worry about the flight, I'll handle that. Where did you get the ring, or see it?He smiled and said, “Over at the mall, at Kay Jewelers. It's only a half carat, but one day, I'll get her a bigger one.”“Look, tomorrow, the girls are going shopping with my sister, god help me. So why don't you come with me. A friend of mine is a jeweler and has a lot of nice rings. We'll figure it out from there.” He just nodded, and as he was about to speak Jenny popped in.“What are you two talking about. It looks like a very deep conversation.” We both laughed and said football.Dinner was excellent, but the people really made it nice. By the end of the meal, we were all tired. I helped, as did Alan, wish dishes. We figured the girls spent all morning in there fixing it, it's the least we could do. Thank God for dishwashers.That night and Ann's, Carrie and Ann talked nonstop. Jenny and Alan had also come along, but weren't staying long. I was very happy that Carrie and her family were so accepted by my family. Ann and Brad made them feel right at home. I announced that Christmas Eve dinner was at my house this year. Ann, of course, had to bust my balls and ask what take out I was using.“I'll have you know, I am a pretty damn good cook, huh Honey?” Carrie smiled, “Oh Yeah. He actually is. I was very surprised. Jarheads usually know only a couple of things. Walk, March, shoot guns and eat.” then laughed. “Nice Squid. Real Nice”Katie then asked, “Mom? What's a Jarhead?” which made us all start busting out in laughter.“Well Pumpkin, it's like this. See a Marine is a very special person. He, or she, is the very best and people in the other services are very jealous of us. So they call us very derogatory names, to make them feel better about the lowly service they belong too, like the Navy. Squids are so jealous.” then laughed.Carrie was rolling her eyes, then said “Dream on Jarhead. We are just smart enough to stay on a boat, while you get all the crap jobs on land. But, I still love ya.”Once home and lying in bed, Carrie told what a great day she had. She just loves my sister and feels rather close to her. She also said she was so glad that they even accepted Jenny and Alan. I told her that I was glad that they have accepted her as well, and that spending the day with her and Jenny, and Alan's family made this pretty special to me.“Carrie. I don't want any secrets between us, so I need to tell you this.” “Uh Oh” was her response. “It's not bad, not bad at all. Alan is going to come ask you for permission to marry Jenny”Carrie got to her knees, “Really? When? Oh my God. I knew that they would do this.”“Not sure when he is going to ask you, but I do know it is Christmas time he asking her. He's pretty much laid out his life and how he sees it, and he does have a good head on his shoulders. He said they would wait until Jenny graduates in a year and a half.”Carrie was still on her knees, but crying now. “I am so happy for them. Jenny wants to marry him, that I am sure of. She loves him as much as I love you. I just told her when the time comes, be smart, and wait on having kids. Enjoy being a couple, because once kids come, it's whole new ballgame.”“Now you better act surprised about this. He is so scared of what you may say.”“I will. I promise. He has nothing to fear from me, it's gonna be a YES”, then leaned down and kissed me. That kiss turn into a hot, passionate kiss, which led to a love making session. Can't wait to see what she is like when I ask her the same thing.Chapter 23.The next morning Carrie was up and out the door by 7am. I knew I had most of the day to myself, so I got dressed and headed over to my place. Alan and I were to meet at the jewelers around noon.Alan was right on time as we entered the building, which was in one of those strip style shopping centers. My friend, John, was behind the counter when he saw me walk in. After a few good minutes of catching up he directed us to the engagement ring area . Alan stated he had $1200 to spend. John showed him quite a few rings in that price range. He was looking for a pear shaped style. I saw one that was one carat and asked the price. John said he could let that one go for $1800. Alan said it looked great, but he couldn't afford it.“Do you think Jenny would like it?” “Yeah. She's love that.” he said. “Well then, get it. I'll make up the difference. My future stepdaughter should have the best.” “Mark. I promise to repay you as quick as I can.” “You pay me when you can afford too, and nothing sooner. We'll be family for many years to come.”Then John directed me to this one ring. It was marquis shaped with 6 small diamonds around it. It just screamed Carrie to me. It was set in a platinum band, which I already knew she liked. It wasn't to pretentious, or gaudy. John said I could have that one for five grand , normally $6500 for it. He said it was a size 8, but I am not sure of her size. He said, no matter, just bring it in after I give it to her and he would resize it, unless I could find out her size. I chuckled to myself, and thought, I should call her ex and ask.After leaving there, we grabbed a sandwich and beer at this one bar and grill I knew. Then headed over to my house to see about flights to Florida. Alan was so excited, and kept thanking me over and over. I knew now the kid's father had very little to do with him, since the divorce. He's been gone from their lives for almost 12 years now. So this felt pretty good, acting like a father figure to him. Kids coming out of boot camp are kind of like this. They look up to the sergeants when you get them in your platoon. So I know the look all too well, except I'm not going to yell at this one.Once at my house, we went online and found a flight, non-stop to Pensacola, that got us there by 10am, and then one returning at 2:30, arriving back here at 5pm. Before I made the purchase, I called Connie. She had given me her cell number before they left back in October.After the obligatory how are you's and how's Carrie. I told her my plan. I really wanted to surprise them both, but had to make sure they would be home that day. It would have sucked to fly down and find they were gone.“Oh Mark. You are such a good man. John will be so happy you did this. I know he likes and respects you. He has been hoping you would do something like this, marrying his little girl. But to fly all the way down here to ask his permission, well, you'll be at the top of his list. You already are on mine. I promise I won't say a word either.”We hung up after that, and I hit the button to buy the tickets. I didn't tell Connie about Alan coming or his question too. That should make the old man really feel good. Tickets for both of us, just set me back a grand, but it was worth it. I told Alan this one is on me, which he protested too, but I told him tough, get over it.Later that night, while in my bed, Carrie told me about her day with Ann, and shopping. She said she thinks this will be the best Christmas ever for her. Ann told her what she thought I needed and clothes sizes and such. I can just imagine what Ann helped her pick out. I got to admit, when it comes to clothes for me, Ann knew what I liked.Since that few days back in October, when I thought she wanted to call this whole thing off, we have grown closer. Although we are not in our early twenties, we still made love quite a bit. Four or five times a week. But just going to bed with her and waking in the morning and see her next to me, was like heaven. I could care less about the sex actually. That was the bonus. Great thing too, is that she loves sex and on the weekends, it was two or three times a day, unless her monthly friend showed up, but even then, when it first starts, she isn't opposed to doing it in the shower. That has happened twice since we started.Weekends too, was when naughty Carrie comes to play. She is very boisterous, and loves talking dirty. She is always a lady outside of the home, but inside, she gets down right slutty. One evening I let her tie me up to the post of my bed. She teased quite a bit that night. 69ing with me, but having her sex hover above my face, where I couldn't reach it. While she played with my cock. Then she'd lower herself down to let me lick her for about thirty seconds, then pull away again. It drove me insane with lust. When she finally turned around and lowered herself onto me, she rode me like a bull. The whole time asking me how her cunt felt and did I want to cum, and things like that. It was fun and adventurous for us, and we both love it. I really think she has a Domme side to her, deep down.Chapter 24.A few nights before Alan and I took off to Florida, I fibbed a bit and told Carrie that on Friday I was going to help Brad close up their cabin, that he and Ann have by a lake near us. Ann knew of my plans and was willing to go along with it. I told her that Alan was going to help too and that we should be back by 6 that evening. Since the cabin is only 20 minutes from the airport, I was going to swing by before our flight, and move a few chairs on the porch, to a shed he had. That way, I really didn't lie. I hate lying to her.We arrived in Florida about ten minutes early, which was good. I rented a car and was at John and Connie's in no time, thanks to GPS. The look on John's face was priceless when he opened the door and saw both of us standing there. Of course, he thought something was wrong.“What in the world are you two doing down here? Are the girls  okay?”I laughed and said all is fine with them. He let us in and we took a seat on the couch. “Well? What's up. You didn't fly down here for your health.”“John. Connie. I came down here to ask permission to marry your daughter.”“You flew down here just to ask that? What the hell, you could have called on the phone and saved time and money Shitbird.”“No John. You deserve more respect than that. If I am doing this, I want to do it right. So, do I have your permission?”He looked at Connie, who shook her head yes, then said, “Mark. I would be proud to call you my son in law. I may seem gruff at times, but I do like you and respect you, and I know you will treat my daughter good, which is all I can ask for. Connie and I want only the best for her, and Jenny too. So yes, you have our permission.”We shook hands and he actually gave me a hug, and of course Connie did too. Then John asked,“Did you need a wingman, bringing Alan down with you?”“No sir”, Alan said. “I would like permission too, to ask your granddaughter to be my wife.”“Jesus H. Christ. Both of you? Well son, are you sure you are ready for a step like this. That is one person I never want to see hurt, besides my wife and daughter.”“Sir. I have never been so sure of anything in my life. I graduate in May and have a job already lined up and Jenny graduates the following year, and then we would marry.”After looking at his wife again, who stood there smiling, he spoke, “Then I guess I see no point in denying you her hand. Promise me you will always take care of her and love her with all your heart, like we do.”“I promise Mr. Reynolds, I swear.” He chuckled, “I bet you were as nervous as a cat in a room full of rocking chairs to ask me this. Both of you clowns, so help me God, if you ever hurt those girls, I will hunt you down and hurt you real bad, and if I am too old, I still know people who can do it. You know the last one Carrie was with, the asshole, the best I could do is have him shipped to San Diego. I wanted to have him put on that team in the Aleutians (Alaska), but the CO thought that would not be a good fit for that team.”We stayed and had lunch with them, then got back to the airport with plenty of time. We did ask if they could come up for Christmas. They had plans for a few days later that week, but said they would be up on Christmas Eve, which I thought was perfect. We also planned on surprising the girls with their presence , that evening at my house since I was cooking dinner that night. John did make a crack about eating before he got there, in case my meal sucked.I got to Carrie's around 6:30, and we went to eat, then to my place. We just cuddled on the couch that night, then went to bed. I was pretty tired, and she completely understood, so we just fell asleep in each other's arms.The next day, we met Jenny and Alan back at Carrie's and headed over to this tree farm to cut down two Christmas tree's They take you out on a wagon, then when you find and cut it down, pick you up and bring you back to the Chalet, where you pay. The four of us had a great time and Carrie, and Jenny were giddy most of the day. I dropped the kids off at Carrie's and helped put the tree in its stand. Jenny was going to start decorating it, while Carrie and I did the same at my place. This is the first tree I have decorated in over twenty years. I was usually never home for the holidays, or if I was, it was for a few days and it was spent with mom and Ann.It took most of the afternoon and part of the evening to string lights and attach the antique ornaments my grandmother had at the house. Carrie did run out to the store and bought ribbon and bows, and some garland too. While we did this, she had Christmas music playing in the background and I had a fire lit in the fireplace. What was real nice, was that it was now snowing some. Not heavy, but a nice downfall, just like you would see in any Christmas movie.We were both dressed in jeans and sweaters, but she looks a lot cuter than I do, in hers. After we finished and ate delivered pizza, we retired to the couch, which faces the fireplace, and the tree, all lit up, standing in the corner by it. Carrie sat next to me, sipping wine, with her legs curled under her. We talked about what we needed to get for people. I had told her I wasn't sure what to get Ann and Brad, or even Jenny and Alan. I did buy the kids laptops for each of them. Ann had only one computer, which they all shared, so this would help out in that department. I know Ann and Brad were going to buy Kyle a used truck, for when he passed his driver's license test. He was taking the driver's ed course now.Carrie said she would help with Ann and Brad, but I didn't need to get Jenny anything. I told her to stop there. She is part of you and she deserves presents as well. Carrie did tell me she is going to get Jenny a car, after the first of the year. Right now, she didn't have one, but she was taking an internship at this one accounting agency, and needed one for that. Then we started kissing, which led to more kissing. I stopped, and got up.“Hold that thought”, I said. Then went to the back closet and pulled out my sleeping bag. I came back in and unrolled it, and unzipped it. I laid it out over the oval rug in front of the fireplace and went and took her by the hand and had her stand up.“Umm, I like how you think Mr. Roberts.” I slowly removed her sweater, then her bra. Of course I had to suck her tits a few times, before unbuttoning her jeans and slowly peeled them down, exposing her black thong. With me now on my knees, I used my teeth to pull her thongs down, and when they hit the floor, she stepped out of them. I didn't even bother with her socks. Now naked, I leaned in and lightly licked her sex, tasting her juices that she was already emitting. God, I love how she taste.She pulled me up then and pulled my sweater over my head and then my t-shirt. She now got on her knees and removed my jeans and then my boxers. When my engorged member sprung free, she licked it a few times, especially on the tip. “Yummy” she said.I had her lay on the sleeping bag, and she readily spread her legs for me, letting me gaze at her beauty. The Christmas lights, and the glow of the fire made her especially beautiful. I wasted little time in going down on her. I wanted her to orgasm in my mouth. I needed to taste her. I stayed down there for a long while. Bringing her off two times, before I kissed my way back up to her mouth, stopping along the way to such each tit into my mouth, which I knew she loved having done.As I kissed her passionately, I made sure my weight was not fully on her, and my hardened member lay at her opening, ready to enter paradise. Her hips gyrated below me, trying hard to have me enter her.“Baby. Please put it in. I need you so bad. I love you”I too, couldn't wait any longer and slid in. Once I was fully in, we both moaned out. We then proceeded to make slow love to one another. We had no rush to this, just two people, deeply in love, joined together, making us one. I have no idea how long we made love for, but it had to have lasted at least a good fifteen minutes. We were lost in each other, until Carrie finally moaned out “Oh God, I'm cumming Baby.” I didn't last too much longer and started shooting my seed deep within her. “I love you baby.” I said as I was cumming.After we calmed a bit, I noticed I was still hard and rolled us over so she was on top. I looked at her, as she sat up. The firelight danced over her skin. She looked incredible to me. “My God Baby, you look so beautiful” I said. “You are beautiful Mark. I love you so much. This is going to be the best holiday ever.” I smiled, and thought, “If you only knew my Love”Chapter 25.The next two weeks flew by. I had talked with Connie a couple of times. She said she told Carrie that they were going to New Orleans to visit with friends down there, from their Navy days. Carrie was a little bummed, but understood. Connie said their flight got in at 4pm that day. Jenny was going to pick them up and bring them over a little past 7, on that evening, along with Alan's mom. Ann was going to meet them out front, so they could follow her up the drive, without lights on. Very clandestine like. I had told Ann to wait until I turned the kitchen and dining room lights out, before sneaking in the back door, and to stay in the dining room until I actually proposed to Carrie. God I was nervous now. This to me, was the biggest leap of faith I would ever take in my life.Carrie came over around 5, on Christmas Eve. She was wearing this beautiful red dress that made her look like a Goddess. Had no one been coming over, I would have taken her then and there.“My God. You are more beautiful than I have ever seen you Ms. Reynolds.” I told her. She smiled and said, “You are just biased, and you want to get into my panties JH. Thank You though. Compliments are always welcome. I love you.”She helped me prepare the rest of dinner. We were having Standing Prime Rib, mashed potatoes, rolls, gravy, and a bean casserole that Carrie prepared. We then set the table for 8, on the dining room table. This table was big enough to feed a platoon on. Everything was almost ready.It was now just coming on 7pm. The roast was done and I removed it from the oven, to let it sit a while before carving. Carrie was standing near me, sipping a glass of wine. I reached the light switch and turned it off, and then walked into the dining room and did the same there. The only light was from the tree and fireplace.I went to the stereo and put on Carrie's favorite artist, Shania Twain. I took Carrie's hand and led her to the middle of the living room, as the music started. I took her glass and set it down, then pulled her into my arms and started to dance to “From This Moment On”As we danced, I made sure her head was not turned so she could see into the dining room. Towards the end of the dance I softly sang the lyrics to her.You're the reason I believe in loveAnd you're the answer to my prayers from up aboveAll we need is just the two of usMy dreams came true because of youFrom this moment as long as I liveI will love you, I promise you thisThere is nothing I wouldn't giveFrom this momentI will love you as long as I liveFrom this moment on.As the music started to end, I looked into her eyes, which were now glazed over with tears, and got to my knee. With her one hand in my, I looked up at her, then reached into my sport coat, and pulled out the ring.“Carolyn Ann. I love you more than life itself, and like the lyrics said, I can't wait to start living my life with you. Would you do me the honor and be my wife, and I your husband?”Her whole body tremble as I awaited her answer. “Oh My God Sweetheart, Yes”I stood and pulled her into me and we kissed a long and very passionate kiss. Just then, our combined family's started clapping and cheering. Carrie broke the kiss and saw her mom and dad coming towards us, with Jenny and Alan, then Ann and her family.Carrie broke from me and ran to her mom and hugged her tight, then her dad. She was now full out crying, and since she yes, it must be from joy. Connie then hugged me and told me how beautiful that scene just was. Jenny and Carrie were hugging and crying together now. Brad and Alan both shook my hand. Ann went up and hugged Carrie and welcomed her to the family, then she came to me.“Brother. You sometimes shock the hell out of me. I never knew you could be this romantic” Then kissed me and told me she loves me and I better take care of that woman, always.John finally came over to me, “Mark. Never in a million years would I have thought I'd be calling you son. But you know what, I am glad I am. You are the type of man I would want for a son. Welcome aboard to our family Son.” then hugged me. I could have sworn I saw a tear in his eye.Dinner was excellent and everyone was in a very festive mood. Carrie made a toast, after saying grace before dinner. “To the best Christmas ever. To Ann and Brad, and the kids, I am so grateful to be part of your lives now. You have made me feel part of your family since the day I met you. To you, mom and dad, and you Jenny, for always being there for me and teaching what love really is, so I can now share that with my future husband Mark, who I plan on growing very old with. I love you all”After dinner, the girls shooed us away and told us to relax while they did the dishes. Connie said it was only fair, since I did the cooking. It was well past 9pm when we were all together in the living room. Carrie and I already decided we would open our gifts the next morning, at her place with Jenny and Alan, and now her dad and mom. But we still had to exchange gifts with Ann and the family.Carrie handed out our gifts to them. To Ann, Carrie picked out a couple of sweaters and we got her a $200 visa gift card, so she could buy what she wanted for herself. We got Brad a new fishing reel and a $200 visa gift card. The gift cards were in a Christmas card signed Mark and Carrie. The kids each got a laptop and $100 gift cards. When they opened the cards, their mom asked what was written. Of course they could care less about what was written but said it was from “Uncle Mark and Aunt Carrie” I had signed all of the cards, but Carrie had no idea I wrote that. She squeezed my hand tightly then.Alan and Jenny were sitting by the tree and had opened their presents from my sister. Then Alan reached around the tree and produced a box, and handed it to Jenny. “Please open this Honey.”Jenny was now sort of kneeling and slowly opened the box. Inside was a figurine of a bride. Around the head and neck, was the ring he bought a few weeks back. Jenny just Gasped. Alan was kneeling now too and took her hand.“I was going to wait until the morning, but I just can't. I want everyone to see and hear this. Jennifer Lynn, would you marry me and become my wife and the mother, someday, to our children”Jenny broke down and started crying, but finally said “Yes”, then actually tackled him and started kissing him. Jenny was over the moon now, as was Carrie and Connie, and Alan's mom. Lots of excitement this night, that's for sure. I went out to the fridge and took out 2 bottles of champagne that I had snuck in the back and opened them. With John's help, we gave everyone a glass, including the kids and toasted to a merry Christmas.Katie made me chuckle when she asked if Jenny was now their cousin. I said officially, no, not until Carrie and I marry, but yeah, she is. “Oh Cool. I don't have any girl cousins”, which made us all laugh.I was sitting in the one arm chair, and Carrie in my lap. Of course she had to wiggle her ass a few times, which wasn't the best thing to do, because Mr. happy liked the attention and started to rise. I whispered in her ear, “Keep it up and I'll take you upstairs and take care of this problem I am having.” She giggled and said, “Promises. Promises”Then Carrie asked, “Mark. Did you ask my dad for permission?” I just smiled and said, “Oh Yeah. I'm not that dumb. Actually. Remember two weeks ago when I was helping Brad at the cabin?” she nodded, “Well, Alan and I did go there at 5:30am. I can see Alan is not the type that likes getting up at Oh Dark Thirty either, but, we did go over there. Moved three things to the shed, then left for the airport. We flew down to Florida, got to your parents by 11, had lunch, asked Chief and your mom for their blessings, then back up here by 5 that evening, and you two fine ladies weren't the wiser. So before you say anything, we did not lie, but did not disclose our whole agenda. No way could I lie to you Babe.”John was laughing as I was recounting that day. “Oh yeah, I open the door to find these two Shitbirds. My first thought was something happened to one of you, but then Mark sorted it out for me. Connie already knew he was coming. But I'll tell you. I couldn't ask for two finer men to take care of my girls, than these two.After that, everyone started to leave. We told them we'd be over in the morning, and to not open stuff without us there. As soon as we saw the lights of their cars fade away, Carrie turned off the lights and pulled me upstairs.Carrie turned on the lamp, next to the bed, then turned off the overhead lights. She seductively stripped down for me, and I just stood there in amazement. Once naked, she stood there. So I stripped as well. Not as seductive as she had done, but still slow. I stood a foot away from here and she took both of my hands in hers.She smiled at me, “Baby, you have no idea how lucky I feel and so loved right now. What you see in front of you, is yours, until the day we die. I am all yours.”I smiled at her then, and said, “Babe. For the life of me, I don't know how I ever got as lucky to be with a beautiful person, as you are. I don't mean just in looks, but the whole essence of you. You are my life, and no one will ever come between us. I Love you Carrie”She led me to the bed and we lay beside each other. Her newly ringed hand reached around the shaft of my member and held it gently. “I love this ring Baby. And, quite frankly, it looks really good right now. When did you know you wanted to marry me?”My eyes looked into hers, “Honestly, I wish I could say that first kiss on Whiteface Mountain. But it wasn't then. I knew at that point I had a shot with you though. But, it was the night I made you dinner and drew your bath. I knew then, when you said I love you back to me, that this was it. And, it's gotten better every day since.”She crawled up on top of me, and without any help from our hands, slipped my hard member into her waiting sex. Looking up at her, after we both moaned, “When did you know this was real for us?”“When we kissed on that rock. There was just something about it. But when we made love that Saturday night in the cabin and professed our love to each other. I knew in my heart then. But finally, when you stuck by me, with that stupid ordeal back in October, I knew this man was it.”“Baby, there was no way I was walking away from you. Not then , not ever. Were you surprised this happened tonight?” I asked.She grinned, “Yes and no. I thought maybe tomorrow, and if not then, then Valentine's Day. But tonight threw me. But picking one of my favorite songs to dance too, then asking me then, well it made me speechless. Then to have our whole family here too. You made this the best Christmas I have ever had.”Carrie started pumping up and down on me now. She didn't want to talk anymore. She wanted to complete our love making. It really did not take us long either. Throughout the whole time, our lips were locked together, until we were both ready to cum.“Oh God Baby. I have to cum” I spoke out loudly. “Cum Baby. Give me it all. I Love You Mark”I started cumming deep inside her, and about half way through, she started cumming. My hands were holding her ass as she did. I could feel goosebumps on her cheeks, as she let loose with her orgasm. It was very powerful too. Her whole body was wiggling around as our orgasms continued.We kissed one last time, then both told each other I love you. I wouldn't let her leave me though and she settled in on top of me and we both fell asleep.Chapter 26.Christmas Day saw us going all over the place. First, I took Carrie out to the barn out back. Inside was my old 93 Ford Mustang Boss. I bought this right after boot camp. It was rarity that I got to drive it much. Sometimes, six months would elapse before it got driven. The most use I got out of it was when I was stationed at Quantico. When I moved back here, after getting out, I bought my truck. So this car just sits, except for an occasional spin. It's silver with black interior, and has the 5 liter engine, which is a small V8. The only enhancement it has, is a new radio that has Bluetooth for the phone. It is in mint condition and only has 22,000 miles on it.Carrie asked where did I get this. So I told her about its history. Then I told her I was going to give this to Jenny. “Oh My God Mark. You can't do that. This is an antique, isn't it?”“No. Not yet. Couple of more years. But she needs a car and I never use it. So why not let someone, who I happen to like and is going to be my daughter one day, have it.”“You amaze me JH. You don't have a selfish bone in your body. And you are right, she is going to have you for a father one day. I know she likes that idea too. The ex was never really close with her in the first place, and when I kicked him out, he has never even tried to contact her. Just be patient with her and love her Mark. That's all I ask.”I knew I was going to do this too, after Carrie said she had to buy a car for her. So I had it checked out at the garage I go too, and had new tires put on it. So it was good to go. She'll just have to watch driving in snow. Rear wheel drive and snow don't always mix well.When we arrived that morning, everyone was up. Connie had made cinnamon buns and coffee, which we all enjoyed, while opening presents. After all the presents were opened, I handed Jenny a small gift bag. “From us” I said. Her eyes got real big when she saw they keys. Then ran to the front door and opened it. When she saw the car, she squealed with excitement. This girl was in a fuzzy robe and put on sneakers and ran out to it. Then came back inside and ran up to me and hugged me.“Thank You so much Mark” then planted kisses all over my cheeks. Then she thanked her mom. I told her it was hers to use and to be careful with it. I then told her we would help with insurance and stuff like that. But it is her responsibility to maintain it. “You guys are the best. Come Papa. let me show you my new car.” she said. Jenny, Alan, and John trudged out into the cold. I told Connie that the car is old, but nowhere near the mileage that the old Seadog has on him. Connie winked at me and said, “You know Mark. I think you are going to make one great father.”That New Year's Eve, we were invited to a couple of parties, but we begged off and stayed home. We made dinner together. Watched some movies, then made love at midnight. We did talk about Carrie moving in here, with me. She readily agreed, and two weeks later, she moved in. Jenny and Alan moved into her condo. All Carrie asked of them was to make sure no babies were produced yet. At some point, once the kids were established, and found their own place after they were married, she would sell the condo. Luckily for us, this was not a drain on finances. She made almost $100 grand a year at her job and mine was bringing in almost double that, and this house was paid for.We did settle down and bought new furniture for all over. I let that up to her, and Ann helped out. Those two become thick as thieves. If I was to ever argue with Carrie, I'd never win, but we never argue. We do discuss stuff and come to common ground. One thing was constant though, and that was our love making. I made sure we had at least one date night a week, and I always try to be romantic.The first weekend in October, Carrie and I married. When Carrie got married the first time, it was in front of a judge. So she never had a real wedding, and, her parents weren't there for it, depriving her dad the chance to give her away.The one thing she did ask me to wear was my dress blues. I had to check to make sure that I was still allowed, and found out that it was  okay for that. I had to bring that out of mothballs. I even had the sword. MY uni had 5 gold service stripes indicating 20 years, plus a lot of ribbons and medals on the pocket area.John too, wore his dress blues, or winter uniform. Now he had 9 gold sleeve stripes, since he was just shy of 40 years in. His front pocket area had to weigh a ton with all the service ribbons and medals. He wore blue, so he wouldn't upstage his daughter, in her white dress.Seeing her come down the aisle, with her father, was one of the best days of my life. She was radiant and so beautiful. She picked From This Moment On as her entrance song, instead of the traditional wedding march. Jenny served as her maid of honor, and Brad served as my best man. Alan and Ann were in it as well, as was Kyle and Katie. We both have a small circle of friends, and limited family, so the reception wasn't really big, maybe 50 people in all, but we all had a great time. We spent our first night of the honeymoon, in my uncle's cabin, after climbing up Whiteface Mountain and kissed on that very same rock, where we did the first time.I do remember, as I stood there, at the altar, holding Carrie's hands and was reciting her vows to me, all I thought was,“All this, because I bumped into a this beautiful woman at the ranger's station, who just happened to be a bit clumsy and sprain her ankle later, on a path near the cabin I was staying at. Life is good.”by T. Foxal.

Passions flare between an older woman and her summer hire.Based on a post by dark overlord 6, in 4 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected. David's Disrupted LifeBeing awoken by his alarm clock was usually bad enough. When his mother got in on the act it was often decidedly worse. On this particular morning, David Cross enjoyed the distinct displeasure of both things happening. The first, because even though he had graduated the night prior, he had forgotten to switch the alarm off and it did its duty by trying to wake him for a non-existent school day. The latter, because he had left his cell phone sitting on the kitchen counter after staggering in from a graduation party at four a.m."David! This silly thing has rung at least four times in the last hour. Why don't you try answering it!" snapped his annoyed mother after she burst into his room unannounced."Jesus, Mom! What time is it?" he grumbled from beneath the covers."11:00 A.M., and high time you got up," she replied, tossing the phone onto his bed and going over to raise his blinds."Holy crap!" moaned David, who caught a burst of sunlight even through the sheet covering his eyes."David! Language!""Sorry; "His mother moved off, muttering to herself what sounded like a list of grocery items.David stayed in his bed and slowly lowered the covers. He drew in a breath as his eyes adjusted to the light feeling the urge to continue sleeping drain away. The phone on the bed seemed heavier than usual, as he lifted it in one hand just in time for it to ring loudly, nearly startling him into dropping it. The name flashing on the display said "Christopher Michaels," and David answered the call with a sigh."Good news travels fast," said David in a voice still tinged with exhaustion."So it's true," came the voice from the other side of the call.The voice belonged to one of his best friends, and the only one not to attend the party the previous night."How are you taking it?" Chris asked."How am I taking my girlfriend of almost three years, dumping me on graduation night, for the guy I hate the most on the planet? Gosh, I don't know, Chris, how do you think?""I know, that was seriously cold. She could have at least waited until after the party."David's heart, already seeming like a led weight in his chest, gained a few more ounces, sinking toward his feet."Yeah, I had to stand there and pretend like it wasn't bothering me while she and Alex hung all over each other."His mind drifted back to the festivities he had attended after graduation. Everything had started wonderfully. The party had been thrown at his friend Stacie's house. Her parents had a gigantic, multi-story dwelling just outside the city, and after the usual dull high school graduation ceremony at Randolph High, seemingly everyone he knew had gathered there to celebrate. It should have been the pinnacle of his young life, but within a short time of his arrival, the whole thing had gone down the tubes in a big way.He had been standing in Stacie's large backyard, talking to her about her plans for the summer, when his girlfriend, Heather Andrews, arrived. She was looking beautiful as always, her curly blond hair falling around a small, round face highlighted by a cute upturned nose, and brilliant blue eyes. They had been dating ever since hooking up for the first time the summer before their sophomore year."Excuse me, Stacie." he had said, politely stepping away from her and going over to join Heather on the back porch. Stacie's parents had set up several tables covered with snacks, and Heather stood by the bean dip, looking at him nervously as he approached."Hey, Gorgeous. Where have you been all my life?"This ridiculous come on would ordinarily have rated at least a small giggle from his usually gregarious girlfriend, but tonight she only frowned."David; I wanted to talk to you before the party, but you left the graduation so fast.""Sorry about that. Kevin needed a ride and wanted to stop by his parents so he could change before we came over here," he explained while moving closer, trying to get his arms around his girlfriend's waist even as she slipped back a step, avoiding his move."Is there something wrong?" he asked, not understanding her sudden skittishness around him."David, I wanted to tell you this in private, before the party. You know; I care a lot about you.""You love me. That's what you've always said," cut in David."I do love you, but.""But?" said David raising an eyebrow while a feeling of dread started to spread through his body."I; We; didn't mean for it to happen, but we got put on this project for Economics, and we started to spend so much time together. One thing led to another.""Wait! Who are we talking about? Did you meet someone else? What's going on here?""David; I."Before Heather could explain further, a third person joined them on the porch. He was taller than David by a couple of inches, which was saying something because David himself was six-foot-one. The other boy had tight, curly black hair with a dark complexion, consistent with his Italian heritage; and an arrogant smile that David had considered knocking off his face more than once."I hope I'm not interrupting anything?""This is a private conversation, Alex," snapped David before Heather could answer.Alex Romero had been a teammate of David's on the Randolph High School swim team, but the two had never become friends. They had been rivals for years, competing for team captain, and for medals at events around the state. David had gotten the upper hand more often than not; much to Alex's displeasure. It didn't help matters that Alex came from a wealthy family and wasn't above flaunting his privilege. For his eighteenth birthday, his parents had bought him a Porsche. It was used, but still, it annoyed David that he had been forced to work to afford his clunker of a car, while Alex had his handed to him on a platter."Alex, would you give us a minute," said Heather in a placating tone."Sure, I'll be over here," he said with a grin.David's eyes grew wider as the other boy moved off."No! Please, for the love of God, Heather, tell me it's not Alex!""I'm sorry, David, like I said it just happened. You know, you've been so busy lately with your job and clubs and stuff. We've hardly seen each other for the past four months.""So this is all my fault? I told you I wasn't going to work this summer so we could spend more time together, but I needed to save money before then. Jesus, Heather! How come you didn't come to me before this and tell me you weren't happy?""I tried, but you always brushed me off with some excuse about how you would make more time for us, but then you never did.""So you jump into Alex's arms? We've been together for almost three years!""I know. I'm sorry, David. I don't know what to say. The heart wants what it wants.""Are you fucking kidding me! I can't believe you're falling back on the most cliché line in the book!"Alex was suddenly back at Heather's side, glaring at David."You need to stay cool, Cross. I don't want to see you yelling at Heather," he said menacingly."Oh! This is so classic. You can't beat me in the pool, so you snake my girlfriend behind my back," shouted David.The two boys glowered at each other while Heather looked around uncomfortably not sure how to diffuse the situation she had sparked."If you had been treating her right, she would still be your girlfriend," growled Alex."Fuck you, Romero.""I may not have beaten you in the pool, but I'm about to beat your ass on this porch!" said Alex tightly."Guys! Can't we discuss this inside." said Heather quietly with fear in her eyes.It looked as if the two young men were going to come to blows, but the crisis was averted when Stacie's father appeared on the porch alerted by some of the other kids that trouble was brewing."Everything okay out here?" asked the older man looking down at the two boys. Stacie's dad was a former Marine and very intimidating. David looked away, barely concealing his anger."Fine; just fine; " he grumbled."Heather and I were just going inside to try some of that delicious-looking cake your wife made," answered Alex slipping his arm around Heather's waist and guiding her toward the back door. All David could do was watch them go feeling helpless his fun graduation night sinking like the Titanic."It's a good thing Stacie's dad showed up. I can only imagine the carnage that was about to ensue," came Chris's voice jerking David back to the present."Yeah, I was so ready to knock that moron on his ass.""Well; Look at it this way you guys were probably going to break up by the end of the summer anyway. Heather is going out of state to college, and you're still planning on attending city college, right?""We could have made a long-distance thing work," offered David."Said every jilted college freshman ever; " replied Chris."Thanks for trying to make me feel better. I hope you don't plan to become a therapist because you suck at it.""I hear you, Man. I know you're hurting right now, but think about how much fun it could be to be a free agent this summer. We could hit Wave World and check out the babes!"David grimaced at the name. Wave World was about the only attraction worth attending in their small town, a local run water park that featured numerous slides and a lazy river as well as the wave pool that gave the park its name. David had worked there two previous summers. It was also the place he and Heather had hooked up for the first time, so it now held a bittersweet spot in his heart."You do know Wave World is where Heather and I met, right?""I was there, of course I know that, but it's also the best place to meet someone new.""I don't know, Chris. Let's see how the summer goes, and we'll fall off that bridge when we get there.""Don't let this thing with Heather taint things for you, David," cautioned his friend."I hear ya.""I have to go. Chin up, Buddy!""Right; " said David cutting the connection.He sighed tossing the phone aside, staring up at the ceiling."What a shitty way to start the summer," he grumbled under his breath.He got out of bed a short time later conscious of the fact that if he didn't, his mom was going to come looking for him again. A quick shower chased out some of the cobwebs, and he managed to force a smile onto his face as he joined his family for lunch.David's mom and dad were already at the table. His father, William Cross, Bill to his friends, was an accountant who worked at the High Rock nuclear plant outside of town. A tall man with thinning hair and a face that always seemed to be on the verge of a frown, David's dad watched his son pull up a chair while stirring the steaming bowl of stew in front of him."Got in kind of late last night," noted Bill Cross as his son settled himself."It was graduation night," replied David as if that summed up everything."Yeah; How was the party at Stacie's?""Fine," said David shoveling a large bite of stew into his mouth to preclude any follow-up questions about it."I thought you looked so handsome in your cap and gown last night. I can't wait to post the pictures," said David's mom, Joyce, as she joined them at the table.David winced at the thought. He had felt he looked particularly dorky in the outfit himself."Are you off today?" asked David not used to his dad home on a Friday."Doctors appointment this morning, but I'll probably take the rest of the day off and get the oil changed in the car. It's too far to drive into work this late."David nodded, knowing that the plant lay forty miles outside of town for safety reasons. It made for a long commute for his Dad, who usually left for work at the crack of dawn."Who was calling you all morning?" asked his mom."Chris; He didn't make the party last night, but wanted to hang out this weekend.""Best get some fun in this weekend before work starts up for you on Monday," said his dad as he lifted a glass of water to his lips."Right; I thought next week I might hit Wave World; Wait; What did you say? What work?""I have good news for you, Son. I got you a summer job, working as a paid intern in the Office Services department at the plant."David slowly lowered his spoon, "You did what? This is my last summer to hang out with my friends! How am I going to do that if I'm working forty miles out in the middle of nowhere?""It's time to grow up, David. You're eighteen and graduated from school. It's high time you got a taste of working a real job; not lounging in a chair watching girls in bikini's stroll by," said Bill Cross referring to David's usual summer employment as a lifeguard at Wave World."Dad! Come on! This isn't fair. You could have at least asked me what I wanted to do!""Like you would have said, 'Yes,' to working ten hours shifts from six a.m. to five p.m. all week for the summer? Not to mention you

Passions flare between an older woman and her summer hire.Based on a post by dark overlord 6, in 4 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected. David's Disrupted LifeBeing awoken by his alarm clock was usually bad enough. When his mother got in on the act it was often decidedly worse. On this particular morning, David Cross enjoyed the distinct displeasure of both things happening. The first, because even though he had graduated the night prior, he had forgotten to switch the alarm off and it did its duty by trying to wake him for a non-existent school day. The latter, because he had left his cell phone sitting on the kitchen counter after staggering in from a graduation party at four a.m."David! This silly thing has rung at least four times in the last hour. Why don't you try answering it!" snapped his annoyed mother after she burst into his room unannounced."Jesus, Mom! What time is it?" he grumbled from beneath the covers."11:00 A.M., and high time you got up," she replied, tossing the phone onto his bed and going over to raise his blinds."Holy crap!" moaned David, who caught a burst of sunlight even through the sheet covering his eyes."David! Language!""Sorry; "His mother moved off, muttering to herself what sounded like a list of grocery items.David stayed in his bed and slowly lowered the covers. He drew in a breath as his eyes adjusted to the light feeling the urge to continue sleeping drain away. The phone on the bed seemed heavier than usual, as he lifted it in one hand just in time for it to ring loudly, nearly startling him into dropping it. The name flashing on the display said "Christopher Michaels," and David answered the call with a sigh."Good news travels fast," said David in a voice still tinged with exhaustion."So it's true," came the voice from the other side of the call.The voice belonged to one of his best friends, and the only one not to attend the party the previous night."How are you taking it?" Chris asked."How am I taking my girlfriend of almost three years, dumping me on graduation night, for the guy I hate the most on the planet? Gosh, I don't know, Chris, how do you think?""I know, that was seriously cold. She could have at least waited until after the party."David's heart, already seeming like a led weight in his chest, gained a few more ounces, sinking toward his feet."Yeah, I had to stand there and pretend like it wasn't bothering me while she and Alex hung all over each other."His mind drifted back to the festivities he had attended after graduation. Everything had started wonderfully. The party had been thrown at his friend Stacie's house. Her parents had a gigantic, multi-story dwelling just outside the city, and after the usual dull high school graduation ceremony at Randolph High, seemingly everyone he knew had gathered there to celebrate. It should have been the pinnacle of his young life, but within a short time of his arrival, the whole thing had gone down the tubes in a big way.He had been standing in Stacie's large backyard, talking to her about her plans for the summer, when his girlfriend, Heather Andrews, arrived. She was looking beautiful as always, her curly blond hair falling around a small, round face highlighted by a cute upturned nose, and brilliant blue eyes. They had been dating ever since hooking up for the first time the summer before their sophomore year."Excuse me, Stacie." he had said, politely stepping away from her and going over to join Heather on the back porch. Stacie's parents had set up several tables covered with snacks, and Heather stood by the bean dip, looking at him nervously as he approached."Hey, Gorgeous. Where have you been all my life?"This ridiculous come on would ordinarily have rated at least a small giggle from his usually gregarious girlfriend, but tonight she only frowned."David; I wanted to talk to you before the party, but you left the graduation so fast.""Sorry about that. Kevin needed a ride and wanted to stop by his parents so he could change before we came over here," he explained while moving closer, trying to get his arms around his girlfriend's waist even as she slipped back a step, avoiding his move."Is there something wrong?" he asked, not understanding her sudden skittishness around him."David, I wanted to tell you this in private, before the party. You know; I care a lot about you.""You love me. That's what you've always said," cut in David."I do love you, but.""But?" said David raising an eyebrow while a feeling of dread started to spread through his body."I; We; didn't mean for it to happen, but we got put on this project for Economics, and we started to spend so much time together. One thing led to another.""Wait! Who are we talking about? Did you meet someone else? What's going on here?""David; I."Before Heather could explain further, a third person joined them on the porch. He was taller than David by a couple of inches, which was saying something because David himself was six-foot-one. The other boy had tight, curly black hair with a dark complexion, consistent with his Italian heritage; and an arrogant smile that David had considered knocking off his face more than once."I hope I'm not interrupting anything?""This is a private conversation, Alex," snapped David before Heather could answer.Alex Romero had been a teammate of David's on the Randolph High School swim team, but the two had never become friends. They had been rivals for years, competing for team captain, and for medals at events around the state. David had gotten the upper hand more often than not; much to Alex's displeasure. It didn't help matters that Alex came from a wealthy family and wasn't above flaunting his privilege. For his eighteenth birthday, his parents had bought him a Porsche. It was used, but still, it annoyed David that he had been forced to work to afford his clunker of a car, while Alex had his handed to him on a platter."Alex, would you give us a minute," said Heather in a placating tone."Sure, I'll be over here," he said with a grin.David's eyes grew wider as the other boy moved off."No! Please, for the love of God, Heather, tell me it's not Alex!""I'm sorry, David, like I said it just happened. You know, you've been so busy lately with your job and clubs and stuff. We've hardly seen each other for the past four months.""So this is all my fault? I told you I wasn't going to work this summer so we could spend more time together, but I needed to save money before then. Jesus, Heather! How come you didn't come to me before this and tell me you weren't happy?""I tried, but you always brushed me off with some excuse about how you would make more time for us, but then you never did.""So you jump into Alex's arms? We've been together for almost three years!""I know. I'm sorry, David. I don't know what to say. The heart wants what it wants.""Are you fucking kidding me! I can't believe you're falling back on the most cliché line in the book!"Alex was suddenly back at Heather's side, glaring at David."You need to stay cool, Cross. I don't want to see you yelling at Heather," he said menacingly."Oh! This is so classic. You can't beat me in the pool, so you snake my girlfriend behind my back," shouted David.The two boys glowered at each other while Heather looked around uncomfortably not sure how to diffuse the situation she had sparked."If you had been treating her right, she would still be your girlfriend," growled Alex."Fuck you, Romero.""I may not have beaten you in the pool, but I'm about to beat your ass on this porch!" said Alex tightly."Guys! Can't we discuss this inside." said Heather quietly with fear in her eyes.It looked as if the two young men were going to come to blows, but the crisis was averted when Stacie's father appeared on the porch alerted by some of the other kids that trouble was brewing."Everything okay out here?" asked the older man looking down at the two boys. Stacie's dad was a former Marine and very intimidating. David looked away, barely concealing his anger."Fine; just fine; " he grumbled."Heather and I were just going inside to try some of that delicious-looking cake your wife made," answered Alex slipping his arm around Heather's waist and guiding her toward the back door. All David could do was watch them go feeling helpless his fun graduation night sinking like the Titanic."It's a good thing Stacie's dad showed up. I can only imagine the carnage that was about to ensue," came Chris's voice jerking David back to the present."Yeah, I was so ready to knock that moron on his ass.""Well; Look at it this way you guys were probably going to break up by the end of the summer anyway. Heather is going out of state to college, and you're still planning on attending city college, right?""We could have made a long-distance thing work," offered David."Said every jilted college freshman ever; " replied Chris."Thanks for trying to make me feel better. I hope you don't plan to become a therapist because you suck at it.""I hear you, Man. I know you're hurting right now, but think about how much fun it could be to be a free agent this summer. We could hit Wave World and check out the babes!"David grimaced at the name. Wave World was about the only attraction worth attending in their small town, a local run water park that featured numerous slides and a lazy river as well as the wave pool that gave the park its name. David had worked there two previous summers. It was also the place he and Heather had hooked up for the first time, so it now held a bittersweet spot in his heart."You do know Wave World is where Heather and I met, right?""I was there, of course I know that, but it's also the best place to meet someone new.""I don't know, Chris. Let's see how the summer goes, and we'll fall off that bridge when we get there.""Don't let this thing with Heather taint things for you, David," cautioned his friend."I hear ya.""I have to go. Chin up, Buddy!""Right; " said David cutting the connection.He sighed tossing the phone aside, staring up at the ceiling."What a shitty way to start the summer," he grumbled under his breath.He got out of bed a short time later conscious of the fact that if he didn't, his mom was going to come looking for him again. A quick shower chased out some of the cobwebs, and he managed to force a smile onto his face as he joined his family for lunch.David's mom and dad were already at the table. His father, William Cross, Bill to his friends, was an accountant who worked at the High Rock nuclear plant outside of town. A tall man with thinning hair and a face that always seemed to be on the verge of a frown, David's dad watched his son pull up a chair while stirring the steaming bowl of stew in front of him."Got in kind of late last night," noted Bill Cross as his son settled himself."It was graduation night," replied David as if that summed up everything."Yeah; How was the party at Stacie's?""Fine," said David shoveling a large bite of stew into his mouth to preclude any follow-up questions about it."I thought you looked so handsome in your cap and gown last night. I can't wait to post the pictures," said David's mom, Joyce, as she joined them at the table.David winced at the thought. He had felt he looked particularly dorky in the outfit himself."Are you off today?" asked David not used to his dad home on a Friday."Doctors appointment this morning, but I'll probably take the rest of the day off and get the oil changed in the car. It's too far to drive into work this late."David nodded, knowing that the plant lay forty miles outside of town for safety reasons. It made for a long commute for his Dad, who usually left for work at the crack of dawn."Who was calling you all morning?" asked his mom."Chris; He didn't make the party last night, but wanted to hang out this weekend.""Best get some fun in this weekend before work starts up for you on Monday," said his dad as he lifted a glass of water to his lips."Right; I thought next week I might hit Wave World; Wait; What did you say? What work?""I have good news for you, Son. I got you a summer job, working as a paid intern in the Office Services department at the plant."David slowly lowered his spoon, "You did what? This is my last summer to hang out with my friends! How am I going to do that if I'm working forty miles out in the middle of nowhere?""It's time to grow up, David. You're eighteen and graduated from school. It's high time you got a taste of working a real job; not lounging in a chair watching girls in bikini's stroll by," said Bill Cross referring to David's usual summer employment as a lifeguard at Wave World."Dad! Come on! This isn't fair. You could have at least asked me what I wanted to do!""Like you would have said, 'Yes,' to working ten hours shifts from six a.m. to five p.m. all week for the summer? Not to mention you

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We are only here to serve you truth and vulnerability. Listen to us get sappy about how far we've come, and how much further we have to go. Being in your early 20's is tough as it is, but trying to pursue your art? We wouldn't wish that on anybody. This episode is resonant as fuck! We love you, mean it! And for the love of Jesus H. Christ, follow us on Instagram and Tiktok @theyoulookgoodpodcast !!

SERIES 2 EPISODE 1XX: COUNTDOWN WITH KEITH OLBERMANN A-Block (1:44) SPECIAL COMMENT: I would've expected Trump to mispronounce "Melania" as "Melanoma" before he garbled Putin's name. Whether Putin is his blackmailer, his benefactor or just his idol, if he called him "Poten," Donald Trump is a desperately sick man. I mean, Jesus H. Christ in a Hatbox. The evidence continues to mount for either the thesis that he has Fluent Aphasia or what veteran Trump health analyst Dr. John Gartner has identified as Phonemic Paraphasias (an Alzheimer's symptom in what regular words are replaced by nonsense that rhymes with them).  This could also explains Trump, a day after posting his latest bond for the latest money he owes E. Jean Carroll after her latest lawsuit, insisting again that he never met her, and two days after that going live on national television and insisting - as if he has never mentioned before - that he never met her. If his brain is dissolving, he might really have no idea that he met her or raped her or anything else. The bond in the Carroll case (one of them, I forget the number) brings us back to the other question. It was a bond posted by Chubb insurance (irony unbound) and neither Trump nor Chubb will confirm or deny the 91 million was co-signed by anybody else. Chubb has outlets in Russia, Turkey, UAE, Brasil. Trump met with right-winger Jeff Yass (who owns part of TikTok and now Trump DOESN'T want to ban TikTok) and Elon Musk. Did either of them buy Trump? And: today's House Judiciary Committee comedy show with Special Counsel Robert Hur hits differently now that Biden put a dagger in the heart of the MAGA Biden Age Plot during The State of the Union, and that Hur has "left" the Justice Department and is testifying as just a corrupt citizen Trump Stooge (which he was all along). If the Democrats begin to set him on fire, the GOP will turn on him on a dime. B-BLOCK (23:13) POSTSCRIPTS TO THE NEWS: England's Kate is bad at photoshop and worse at apologizing. Pope Francis just echoed the wartime popes who appeased Hitler, and Marjorie Taylor Greene appears to have given away her plot to sabotage Biden into calling the murder victim "Laken Riley." (28:06) THE WORST PERSONS IN THE WORLD: Funny that Politico, The Washington Post, CNN, the broadcast networks, the AP, New York Times and everybody rushed to the Katie Britt disaster story but almost none of them gave any credit to the independent reporter Jonathan Katz who beat them to it by two days. WaPo actually pretended their guy broke it, and Politico amplified that. It's shameful, and another symptom of broken media. Speaking of broken, there's Mitt Romney, and Bill Maher. We have an explanation for why he turned into an idiot: he reads only the most idiotic political columnists (George Will? Really? I mean other than for baseball?) C-BLOCK (36:35) THINGS I PROMISED NOT TO TELL: After the audience for our SOTU special was exceeded by only eight television news operations (each of which has, you know, a news operation) a prominent non-news TV executive asked me why I wasn't back on MSNBC. So I had to tell the Maddow story again. Including the part about the $437 with which I hired her for the network out of my own pocket.  See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

"Jesus H. Christ on a Popsicle stick."   In this episode of Fictional Hangover, Amanda and Claire talk about satanic panic, cocaine and absinthe, book snobbery, advising you not to snort dead peoples ashes, and how we are Intern! because ALL VAMPIRES ALL THE TIME in our discussion of Secret Santa by Andrew Shaffer, featuring the author and Superfan Lyndsey for Would You Rather.

Episode 2416- On this Wednesday's show Vinnie Tortorich and Gina Grad talk about comments on X, Vinnie's newly-opened VIP Group, the Trojan Horse of labels, and more. [libsyn_podcast id=28828263] PLEASE SUPPORT OUR SPONSORS   YOU CAN WATCH THIS EPISODE ON YOUTUBE - The Trojan Horse of Labels Gina asks why "Jesus Christ Superstar" is the intro song. (2:45) Vinnie explains his use of the phrase "Jesus H Christ" on X (Twitter). He doesn't use it to offend or degrade anyone's religion. Vinnie believes in making the world better—and that's what he tries to live by. He had a religious upbringing, however, it was a negative experience; as a result, he doesn't follow any religion. Vinnie's VIP Accountability group opens up on Nov 29th—keep an eye on his social media to learn more. (16:00) He'll be adding more value and content as the group goes along. He'll be launching a special during December for Pure Coffee Club. (20:15) He never tells people they are required to buy his products to have success on NSNG®. He appreciates that people are willing to support his products. Gina loves how supportive Vinnie is—he never shames or judges. (21:00) Processed foods are starting to go through FDA review and are being considered for warning labels on the packaging. (23:30) Vinnie wonders if it's a Trojan horse, like the Nutrition Panels on labels. Nutrition panels on labels can be manipulated; that's why you should ignore them and only go by the ingredients list. They chat about what calories really are, and why they don't matter much overall. Gina just discovered Dr. Cate Shanahan, who has been on the podcast several times. (30:00) Don't forget about Vinnie's new subscription community. You can find out more by going to . Gina has a new Instagram . Check out Gina's book . She also co-hosts with Bryan Bishop for @LAmag on the Bryan & Gina Show, which you can find on any podcast platform and . [the_ad id="20253"] PURCHASE BEYOND IMPOSSIBLE (2022) The documentary launched on January 11! Order it TODAY! This is Vinnie's third documentary in just over three years. Get it now on Apple TV (iTunes) and/or Amazon Video! Link to the film on Apple TV (iTunes):  Then, Share this link with friends, too! It's also now available on Amazon (the USA only for now)!  Visit my new Documentaries HQ to find my films everywhere: REVIEWS: Please submit your REVIEW after you watch my films. Your positive REVIEW does matter! FAT: A DOCUMENTARY 2 (2021) Visit my new Documentaries HQ to find my films everywhere: Then, please share my fact-based, health-focused documentary series with your friends and family. The more views, the better it ranks, so please watch it again with a new friend! REVIEWS: Please submit your REVIEW after you watch my films. Your positive REVIEW does matter! FAT: A DOCUMENTARY (2019) Visit my new Documentaries HQ to find my films everywhere: Then, please share my fact-based, health-focused documentary series with your friends and family. The more views, the better it ranks, so please watch it again with a new friend! REVIEWS: Please submit your REVIEW after you watch my films. Your positive REVIEW does matter!  

https://rtd.rt.com/films/akhal-teke/ Luke 22:44 - Jesus H. Christ was a horse... The Akhal-Teke, the closest descendant of wild horses, is the world's most expensive and popular breed. They are characterised by remarkable speed, endurance and rapid recovery. Orazguly Babalyev, an honoured horse breeder from Turkmenistan, comes from a family deeply involved with racehorses for generations. "My father at one time - back in the Soviet era - in 1956, took a trip to England, where he presented the Queen with an Akhal-Teke horse called 'Melegush.' I also travel to different countries, on behalf of the Esteemed Arkadag, taking along with me Turkmen racehorses as a gift," says Orazguly. His family follows the old belief that such a horse is the wings of a Turkmen, and they treat the Akhal-Teke as members of their families. In this new documentary, discover how these precious horses are bred and why genetic tests are performed on each newborn. Learn more about how they are trained to become race winners, capable of covering a distance of 100 metres in just 4 seconds. #2023 #art #music #movies #poetry #poem #photooftheday #volcano #news #weather #climate #horse #monkeys #puppy #fyp #love #instagood #onelove #eyes #getyoked #horsie #gotmilk #book #shecomin #getready

https://soundandsilence.wordpress.com/2008/01/16/the-shamanic-shadow-in-the-old-testament/ the bible is about shamans...Jesus H. Christ was a horse... #2023 #art #music #movies #poetry #poem #photooftheday #volcano #news #money #food #weather #climate #monkeys #horse #puppy #fyp #love #instagood #onelove #eyes #getyoked #horsie #gotmilk #book #shecomin #getready

https://chs.harvard.edu/chapter/2-horses-heroes-and-sacrifice/ Jesus H. Christ was a horse... #2023 #art #music #movies #poetry #poem #photooftheday #volcano #news #money #food #weather #climate #monkeys #horse #puppy #fyp #love #instagood #onelove #eyes #getyoked #horsie #gotmilk #book #shecomin #getready

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Merry Chrysler and Happy Ho Days! As we continue our Christmas tradition of weaving the full story of Jesus together, Jesus and his disciples pass some deep philosophy around (always to the left) as they ponder some of life's greatest lessons. They also seem to notice Jesus has a growing amount of magical powers. It's almost like he can... walk on water?Music credits: Track 1 - Bensounds.comTrack 2 - Piano by the beautiful and talented Colette, Lily's Mom!!! We'll be taking a  break from new shows in January, so keep your eyes peeled for possible relaunch content and join us on Patreon for the latest news while we're away!Support the showSUPPORT THE SHOW ONPatreonInstagramFacebook

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Camp Diogenes Staff Handbook, Rule #101: Attack the hardest thing you have to do in a day first thing in the morning. As Mark Twain said, “If it's your job to eat a frog, it's best to do it first thing in the morning. Wait… your job really eating frogs? Jesus H Christ, really? This was metaphorical advice about being productive!”   Sponsors - Quest Friends. Find more info at at questfriendspodcast.com/jointheparty or listen right now by searching “Quest Friends!” (with the exclamation point) in your podcatcher - Backblaze. You can get a free, fully-featured, no-credit-card-required trial at backblaze.com/jtp! - BetterHelp, a secure online therapy service. Get 10% off your first month at betterhelp.com/jointheparty   Find Us Online - website: jointhepartypod.com - patreon: patreon.com/jointhepartypod - twitch: twitch.tv/jtpsidequests - youtube: youtube.com/c/jointhepartypodcast - twitter: twitter.com/jointhepartypod - instagram: instagram.com/jointhepartypod - tumblr: jointhepartypod.tumblr.com - merch & music: jointhepartypod.com/merch   Cast & Crew - Co-Host, Co-Producer, GM: Eric Silver - Co-Host (Les Proenneke), Co-Producer, Sound Designer, Composer: Brandon Grugle - Co-Host (Carrie-Ann Price), Co-Producer: Amanda McLoughlin - Co-Host (Phoebe Cooper), Co-Producer: Julia Schifini - Multitude: multitude.productions   About Us Join the Party is an actual play podcast with tangible worlds, genre-pushing storytelling, and collaborators who make each other laugh each week. We welcome everyone to the table, from longtime players to folks who've never touched a roleplaying game before. Hop into the Camp-Paign, our Monster of the Week story set in a weird and wild summer camp, or marathon our D&D games with Campaign 2 for a modern, sci-fi superhero game and Campaign 1 for a high fantasy story. And once a month we release the Afterparty, where we answer your questions about the show and how we play the game. New episodes every Tuesday.

When you're at your job do you feel held against your will? If that's the case you need to hear the story of Bennelong, the first Aboriginal person who was  "appointed" ambassador to England after he was kidnapped by the Brits. Also on this episode Kyle and Jheisson dive into the origins of Rome, learn what the "H' stands for in Jesus H. Christ, and discover the ins and outs of ocean travel in the 1700's.  

Mark Sitko (Barker Room Rep) burns one down with Mike and Mary Jane to talk about making theater, why we need to get weird (and sometimes walk out), how weed can make art better, being humble, failing well, and what he looks for when casting a role. Plus we hear about his upcoming show Moniece Clark by LaShea Delaney — an exploration of what makes one woman more valuable than another in our true crime-obsessed times. LEAVE A REVIEW / GIVE US 5 ⭐️/ JESUS H CHRIST, MOM Music by Jesse Case Weed + Grub IG Weed + Grub YT Buy tix to Moniece Clark Barker Room Rep IG America doesn't have 40,000 cannabis prisoners - WeedWeek TSUMo Snacks BOTW: @boxbrown, @thefake_jaredhazen  & @alfredslaundry 

We've all heard someone exclaim "Jesus H. Christ!" But what does the H even stand for? Come join this frustrating journey with Rachel Teichman, LMSW and Victor Varnado, KSN as they seek The Truth. Produced and hosted by Victor Varnado & Rachel Teichman Full Wikipedia article here:https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jesus_H._Christ WE APPRECIATE YOUR SUPPORT ON PATREON!https://www.patreon.com/wikilistenpodcast Find us on social media! https://www.facebook.com/WikiListen Instagram @WikiListen Twitter @Wiki_Listen Get bonus content on Patreon Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Battle Pope is a comedy comic book series by Robert Kirkman and Tony Moore that follows a drinking pope who works with Jesus H. Christ to save Saint Michael. If you didn't think that last sentence was wild enough, buckle up and listen to this episode hosted by Victor Varnado, KSN and Rachel Teichman, LMSW. Produced and hosted by Victor Varnado & Rachel Teichman Full Wikipedia article here:https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Battle_Pope WE APPRECIATE YOUR SUPPORT ON PATREON!https://www.patreon.com/wikilistenpodcast Find us on social media! https://www.facebook.com/WikiListen Instagram @WikiListen Twitter @Wiki_Listen Get bonus content on Patreon Get bonus content on Patreon See acast.com/privacy for privacy and opt-out information. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

In the second of our DNQ Files this week we take a look at the songs that failed to qualify from Semi Final 2 of Eurovision 2022. Matti has been drinking Sadbois, Kris wants Michael Ben David to respect people's personal space and Chrissy continues to make this an educational podcast with information about The Achille Lauro! Dry communities in America Netta - Toy Michael Ben David not respecting personal space Michael Ben David not respecting personal space again Once again, I am asking Michael Ben David to respect people's personal space Jesus H Christ, Michael Ben David, do I need to say it again!? Respect people's personal space *sigh*... am... am I talking to myself, Michael Ben David? What is it about respecting people's personal space and boundaries you don't get? Georgia's Master of Ceremonies Eleni Foureira - Fuego Chanel - Slo Mo Gloria Gaynor - I Am What I Am Gina G - Ooh Aah, Just A Little Bit Emma Muscat - Out Of Sight Emma Muscat - I Am What I Am Official Video Bilal Hassani - Roi The Story Of The Achille Lauro Southern Comfort - Whatever's Comfortable Advert Why Germans love naturism Ryan O'Shaughnessy - Together That Fucking Turkey Ryan Dolan - Only Love Survives Brooke, The Kremlin and The Roop Moe rescues Homer Exit Eden - Total Eclipse Of The Heart Exit Eden - Frozen The last ever Castrato (he wasn't very good) Katerine Duska - Better Love

Of adult nudity I knew nothing at first hand. At my grandparents' house, I had studied, very carefully, the nude photographs of May Castle that I had found in a desk drawer in the bedroom that had once been my father's. I had seen, briefly, usually looking over another boy's shoulder, in a book that sometimes materialized in the boys' room, photographs of nude men and women with black rectangles over their eyes, but these photographs were more puzzling than revealing. The people were always facing not quite the right way, or the photographs had been cropped just a fraction of an inch before the point at which they would have provided the curious viewer with some real information. The pictures implied a great deal, but without the experience that would have helped me to interpret them, with only my imagination to complete a curve, extend a line, illuminate a shadow, or sharpen the fuzzy focus, the possibilities multiplied so quickly and assumed such grotesque forms and enormous proportions that my head began to reel.     The second floor of Veronica's house was an attic, expanded and made suitable for bedrooms by dormers that ran the length of the house at the front and rear. The stairs led to a small landing, off which there were two doors. One led to Veronica's parents' bedroom. The other led to Veronica's bedroom. Under the eaves, there was space for storage. This arrangement was typical of the houses built in Babbington during the postwar population boom. My house, and the houses of most of the other boys and girls I knew, at least in Babbington Heights, resembled Veronica's, differing only in rotation and scale.     Access to the storage space under the eaves was provided by sliding doors crudely constructed of thin sheets of pressed wood fibers that were sold under the trade name Masonite, with a simple finger hole drilled through each door to allow one to get a grip on it and slide it in its track to one side.     Slowly and silently, Veronica slid the door in her room open enough so that we could squeeze through. She got down on her hands and knees and crawled in. I followed her.     The floor of the storage area was simply a few pine boards nailed to the joists. To our left as we crawled along, there was no floor at all; the joists were exposed, and below them was the plasterboard of the ceiling below. I knew this because as soon as I put my hand out in the darkness of this tunnel, I missed the boards and felt my hand slip into dark nothingness, but then my hand struck the plasterboard, and I recognized it for what it was from familiarity with the attic at home, where I slept.    Very slowly, Veronica crawled along toward the light that we could see ahead of us, coming from the finger holes in the doors to the eaves storage in Veronica's parents' bedroom, from which the voices of Jack and Mrs. McCall came now in low rhythmical waves, sometimes resembling the involuntary grunting sounds one makes when one has been rowing a boat for quite a while and has to put a strong effort into each stroke, at other times more like the startled exclamation one makes when one is taken by surprise by some physical contact, at first frightened and then relieved, as when one feels the impact of a Ping-Pong ball on the back of one's neck and realizes an instant later that it was only a Ping-Pong ball, nothing more.     After what seemed a very long time, Veronica stopped behind the door, where she could see into her parents' bedroom through the finger hole. Light fell on her face through the hole. She wore a rapt, curious expression, but there was also in it a trace of anger—no, more than anger. It was a trace, apparent in a certain steadiness in her eyes, a twist in her upper lip, of hatred.    A car door, muffled but unmistakably a car door. The front door. No doubt about it, the front door. “Hello-wo! Hey, where's my honey?” It was Mr. McCall.     “Oh, my God,” said Mrs. McCall, quite softly, and apparently quite calmly.     “Jesus H. Christ!” said Jack, and I could tell that he said it through clenched teeth.     Veronica turned toward me. I couldn't see her face at all, but the light behind her lit her dark hair with a thin, golden aureole.     “Quick! Grab your clothes,” said Mrs. McCall. “You hide under the eaves. I'll get him out of the house, and you slip away.”     I backed up as quickly as I could, and Veronica scrambled toward me. We had barely managed to crouch behind a cardboard carton marked ORNAMENTS, when the door at the other end of the closet slid open, and Jack crawled in, carrying his shoes and socks and pants.     Mrs. McCall called out, “Hi, Honey. I was taking a nap. I'll be right there.” A couple of minutes later she went downstairs. We heard muffled voices from downstairs, then the front door opened and closed, and the car started and drove off.     Jack slid the door open. Light flooded into the closet. Veronica and I shrank behind the carton and waited. He closed the door. We heard his footsteps on the stairs, rapid footsteps. We heard him open and close the front door. We waited for a minute or so and then slid the door open and crawled out into Veronica's bedroom.     “I'd better get home,” I said. I started for the door at once. Veronica didn't say a thing. When I reached the front door, I turned and looked back upstairs. Veronica was standing at the door to her parents' bedroom, looking in. She turned toward me.     “Come on back, Peter,” she said.     “I really better get home, Veronica,” I said.     “They're probably not going to be back for a while,” she said.     “I can't, Veronica,” I said. I was trying not to whine, trying to keep myself from saying, in whatever way, “I'm still a little boy, Veronica.” I said, “I have to go home and study for the social studies test.”     I ran all the way home. In my mind was a burning question, and it was probably the same burning question that was in Jack's mind while he hid under the eaves: “How am I going to get out of this?”Have you missed an episode or two or several?You can begin reading at the beginning or you can catch up by visiting the archive or consulting the index to the Topical Guide.You can listen to the episodes on the Personal History podcast. Begin at the beginning or scroll through the episodes to find what you've missed.You can ensure that you never miss a future issue by getting a free subscription. 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Heute begrüßt euch Jesus H. Christ zu einer neuen Folge Jackass und feuert mal ordentlich eine Kanone ins Wohnzimmer. Während alle dem laden Ricky und Rapha zu einer neuen Ausgabe von Familie Business und bequatschen eine Folge, die sie so beide überhaupt nicht leiden können. Links: Rabbit Rabbit Grußkarten, FCK YOU Grußkarten Kommt auf unseren Discord-Server Facebook WenigOriginell Instagram WenigOriginell Twitter WenigOriginell E-Mail kontakt@Wenig-Originell.de Wir freuen uns über jedes Lebenszeichen von euch und vielen Dank an alle, die schon Kontakt mit uns aufgenommen haben. Timecodes: 00:03:04 Roadnews 00:05:36 Zur Folge 00:11:41 Eckdaten 00:16:16 In die Folge 00:24:21 Sequenz 2 00:43:19 Sequenz 3 01:07:08 Sequenz 4 01:19:45 Sequenz 5 01:35:52 Sequenz 6 01:47:29 Sequenz 7 01:50:03 Sequenz 8 01:55:01 ENDE & Fazit 01:56:00 Zitat der Woche

It's called pregnant Jesus the hidden ancient archaic esoteric story of the Essene lover. Add the main guy who they call ENKI AKA LUCIFER the one and only Erik Geoffrey von Leonardo Plott here https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100072161828536 for more follow the channel and listen to the latest new song next called MASQUERADE MATRIX https://anchor.fm/eric-plott/episodes/SONG--MASQUERADE-MATRIX--TheKazweh-e1emkjk. Like what if the world is trying to say they want to save the planet and they are doing this merely to distract themselves from themselves Now in the reverse spectrum Let's let at the other extreme You are distracting yourself feom your self by pretending you don't care Is that a possibility to consider or could I be COMPLETEY wrong That maybe you want to come off the wrong way so you don't attract the wrong people because you are used to the people pulling you under Using you and taking advantage of you anyways Part of you loves this but still somethinr a part of you that is long gone or perhaps missing is gone and potentially never come back So what is it you desire or does that matter . Hope again I didn't strike a chord. However I can keep going deeper. But I probably shouldn't ~E.G.Plott~

Hello Truth-Seekers and welcome to another episode of Truth Wanted. This week Objectively Dan is joined once again by the USA's favorite deity, Jesus H Christ!Barrie the Kiwi is first up, he's got an alien abduction/medical emergency metaphor for us. JC suggests that traumatic experiences could lead to false memories, and Dan probes Barrie for details. Verbally, of course. JC admits to an odd fetish, you'll have to listen to find out, no spoilers! Barrie's also got a UFO story, but sadly, is interrupted before he can finish (probably by aliens).Steve is next, who has a new philosophical argument for… rabbits? I'm as confused as Dan. It takes a lot to bewilder a deity, but Jesus Christ! Is. We're gonna move along, thanks for the call Steve!Marcus is a new atheist who's received a letter from his mother, claiming that she's had a revelation from God. Jesus has no record of this intervention, and tells us that heaven has a “no indirect revelation” policy. Good to know, Lord. Marcus thinks there's a chance this could be for real, and Dan has a tarot card analogy that seems more likely than miracles. Many of us have been there too, remember that we humans are pattern seekers, and coincidences are just that, and nothing more.Our final two callers have crawled out from beneath a bridge, taken a break from extorting billy-goats, and graced us with their nonsense. Strap in!Douglas in Canada thinks that the McCarthy era addition of In God We Trust to American currency is proof of God. Douglas is also unaware that this is a recent addition. He throws some childish insults at Jesus, which is entirely un-Christian, and our hosts play with their food for a brief moment before Douglas runs away. This man does not represent Canada.Alex in Cali is off the road, and off the rails. We begin with the accusation that our guest is not the REAL Jesus… pretty sure we all knew that. Alex coins the term “self-exist,” presents a few ridiculous false dichotomies, is thoroughly owned by our hosts, and runs back beneath his bridge. Stick to goats dude.Well that was fun! Tune in next week, when two lowly mortals will continue their side-quest for the truth! The main quest is donuts.

Our trio shares their thoughts on national treasure Jennifer Coolidge, the magic of New Hampshire, and Jesus H. Christ in this modern, breath of fresh air holiday romcom by Netflix.

This week on Every Rom Com join us for some holiday cheer as we wrap up the Christmas Rom Com series with Netflix’s new gay Christmas rom com “Single All the Way.” We’ll do an overview of other gay Christmas rom coms, discuss Christmas rom com tropes, and Jen gives a fast and furious ranking of the many Netflix Christmas rom coms she’s seen. Mostly, however, we’ll discuss what melted our hearts, and what failed to light our holiday fires, in this newest addition to the Christmas rom com canon. 0:00-6:39 Introduction, Sophia’s Christmas Movie Picks 6:39-17:00 Trailer, Basic Info, Interesting Facts, Other Gay and Lesbian Christmas Rom Coms, Single All The Way As An Angst-Free Gay Rom Com Other Gay & Lesbian Christmas Rom Coms: https://www.pastemagazine.com/movies/lgbtq-christmas-movies/ On the Importance of “Single All The Way” https://www.pinknews.co.uk/2021/11/29/single-all-the-way-michael-urie-philemon-chambers-netflix/ 17:00-26:17 Cast & Crew In-Depth Interview with Writer, Chad Hodge: https://thequeerreview.com/2021/11/29/exclusive-interview-chad-hodge-on-writing-netflixs-first-gay-holiday-rom-com-single-all-the-way/ Glaad Interview with Philemon Chambers: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1movFztgkQQ 26:17-33:36 General Opinion, Jen Rates Netflix Christmas Rom Coms 33:36-46:05 Tropes!, Intro To The Characters and Premise 46:05-56:23 Arrival At Peter’s House, Family Setups/Family Pressure, Introducing The Rest Of The Family, Introducing Aunt Sandy 56:23-1:17:37 The Setup Date, The Wrapping Party, Peter and Nick’s (Lack Of) Chemistry, Nick And Peter’s Dad, Peter and James’s Second Date, Sophia And Her Husband’s Friends To Lovers Story, The Christmas Pageant In Case You Want To Know Why People Say “Jesus H. Christ” https://www.mentalfloss.com/article/571516/why-do-people-say-jesus-h-christ-and-where-did-h-come 1:17:37 SPOILERS BEGIN 1:17:37-1:41:04 James And Peter Kiss, Photoshoot, James And Peter Third Date, Forced To Share A Bed Trope, Britney Dance Scene, The Pageant, Nick Reveals His Feelings, Kevin The Snowplow Guy, Peter And Nick’s First Kiss, The Resolution &n

Grumpy Guerillas *expecting* little from England's Ashes squad, *birth* of the Boringest Cricket Tweet Of The Week, and Jesus H Christ (where H = hash).

Jesus H Christ we can not be stopped! The boys put up a weekend for the books both going 11-5 in week 3 picks. The team is getting hot as h=just the right time as the NFL landscape starts to take picture. We do out very best to provide you all consistency and with a winning record through the first month of the season, you cant do much better than that! Stay tuned for special promos and giveaways on the show! send us your betting slips and questions on the @hammertime_podcast Instagram page! Good luck this week everyone and bet responsibly! Follow our partners @mostvaluedpicks Listen to 'Lets just talk about' another great show under the Stadium Junkies Media label Shoutout to our sponsors over at Wild Acer Brewing Co!

Eric & Joe respectfully discuss a question about the origin of the term Jesus H. Christ. It might surprise you to learn it began in churches.

In this week's podcast, the almighty, Jesus H. Christ, rises from his tomb to promote his favorite clothing brand, Supreme. Later, Juan talks about his to-be-watched movie list, while Devin and Will argue whether they are Antz or A Bug's Life kind of guys. Socials: Twitter, Instagram: @cosmic_canoe

Straight Outta Kanto butts (metal) heads with fellow nerdually inclined creatives Carl King (On The Slab Podcast) and Shannon Bowman (Aborted Earth band). Together the trio attempt to answer the hard-hitting scientific ground-breaking taboo question that has plagued humanity since before our Lord and Saviour Jesus H. Christ ate some chocolate eggs up on the cross there: ARE ALL METALLERS NERDS!? Why don't you join us and see if you can figure out the answer to this science-defying mystery!

A knock at the lead developers' office door, a soft rap on sandalwood inlaid with carvings so intricate it would have caused Michelangelo to weep, and it had. Twice. “Come.” said a voice from inside. Throughout human history, many claimed to have heard that voice: comforting them, guiding them from the depths of their sorry souls, but only a few of them ever truly had. It was the kind of voice that people wrote books about, started wars about, several in fact. It was the voice of Jesus H. Christ: Son of God and Lead Developer. The door opened and in glided a Seraphim, a being of pure light. As it crossed the threshold the Seraphim dimmed respectfully for a few seconds, before flaring back to brilliance. Christ sat reclined in his chair with his feet propped up on the grand African Blackwood desk before him. He gave a short nod in greeting. “My Lord,” came the Seraphims voice, a gender-less timbre which echoed as though it came from the bottom of a deep well. “The miseries division has finished designing the new vexations. We request your permission to begin QA testing.” “Granted,” said Christ who sat up in his chair and leaned over his desk with fingers steepled. Light from the Seraphim and the room passed through the holes in his wrists making twin pinpricks of gold in his hunched shadow. “Thank you, sir,” replied the Seraphim who dimmed a second time before coming back to full brightness. “We need a new soul object to test this batch of vexations on, as you've sent the last one to Live.” Jesus was wrong. Quite wrong, the Jack Allison object was very much on Live meaning that it was very much, a-live. The tests would have an irreversible impact on its reality, but the Seraphim wasn't about to tell the Son of God and Lead Developer that he was wrong. Was it? The truth was that the Seraphims' confidence had been building bit-by-bit, every second since it crossed the threshold and hadn't been reduced to a pile of unmade ash, the fate of the previous project manager. Feeling positively buoyed, quite invincible really, by its continued existence the Seraphim's light flickered rapidly for a quarter of a second, to indicate its intention to speak truths. “Yes?” Jesus, Son of God and Lead Developer affixed his gaze on the Seraphim. “Nothing sir, right away sir,” said the Seraphim, struck with a sudden wave of terrible vincibility and dimness of form that would remain so until it later exited the office. “We'll start our QA testing on the Jack Allison object, immediately sir.” “See to it.” Topics Discussed in Today's episode include: Universal Recap, Bugcon, Starwars and more! Air Date: 06/28/21 - https://www.twitch.tv/videos/1070244946

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Alemayu and Bat talk invasive chastity belts, missing chunks, and LA's Indian agriculture protests | Thanks for listening! | Subscribe on Apple Podcasts, follow on Spotify/Socials: https://linktr.ee/mekassa --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app

Isabella & Corbin discuss the family's they don't have, the appreciation for the family they do have, and Jesus H. Christ. I also overuse the word ej&*culate because I had too many cosmos prior to recording. Strap in...here we gooooo!!

Good evening Truth Seekers! After all this time Jesus Christ makes an appearance tonight on our show, apparently ObjectivelyDan needs a good ol’ talking-to. Jesus has over 1 million followers on YouTube.First caller tonight, Alexiel from Canada claims to be able to channel the goddess Isis, even saying she may channel Isis talking with us today. If anyone can do this, how do we know this isn’t a feeling we have? She claims to be able to channel Isis over the air, Dan wants her to call back when ready.Oriax in PA asks if blasphemy laws are too strict in a monotheistic religion. Dan thinks cultures use blasphemy differently. You should be wary of who you can’t criticize in any culture, for example authoritarian regimes. Jesus sees blasphemy as a control mechanism.Aegir in Iceland asks how people justify seizing land using religious texts. Ooh, tough question. It is not a justified reason to take land on religious grounds. Jesus talks about the ludicrous amounts of land the LDS church owns, it can be seen as modern colonization. Corey in SC said the claim of Jesus is more absurd than the claim of bigfoot, despite Jesus on the show tonight. The Jesus claim is less than anecdotal and there is more biology in a bigfoot blame, but Jesus admits bigfoot is more likely than Jesus. Chris in MO wonders why his political views shifted with losing his beliefs and asks if he has good reasons. Sure social media algorithms do play a role but it’s just mainly exposure to other viewpoints, just be wary not to fall into an echo chamber. Last Caller tonight! Bob in OR thinks it’s not in our ability to own things, claiming we can’t have relationships to objects. Ownership does seem kind of arbitrary but we have evidence of humans and other animals demonstrating connection to objects, a type of relationship.That's all the Truth for this week! Check out more from Jesus Christ at www.youtube.com/c/thejesuschrist Thanks for watching! Continue to wear a mask and make sure to vote!

Hey, look, we know it’s Friday night, but time is fake so it might still be Wednesday somewhere, right? Take this Chumbology and quit your belly achin’! | Black Hills Bail & Legal Defense Fund: https://bhlegalfund.org/Support the show (https://www.patreon.com/chumbology)

Fourth of July is canceled, happy Hamilton weekend instead! We take a deep dive into our criticisms and praises of the musical, its impact in 2020, our favorite songs and themes, and how gay we are for Phillipa Soo. Featuring: All Countries Matter, Kayaking Betrayals, I'm in Too Deep Now!, A Weak-Ass Baby, Scenic Artist Talk, Love You Dad!, Speaking of Bodily Fluids, Jesus H Christ, Sam HAS To Demonstrate It, SHE AIN'T REAL, “Fuck, Wait, Cut This Out, Wait,” and Our Recommendation to Support Theater & Other Unemployed Workers!

The boi's talk what would their K-pop band be called, the Pope's rock album and the big man himself Jesus H Christ. Patreon ► https://www.patreon.com/boysoninternet Discord ► http://www.discord.gg/HearwUw Our socials are @boysoninternet on instagram and twitter. Scottscy Twitter ► @ScottscyYT Instagram ► scottscy Blairlex Twitter ► @blairlexmydude Instagram ► blairlexmydude Channel art by @LemonyFreshTwit

Apparently people are looking for something to read. We have been getting a number of inquiries asking for recommendations. So, Björ6n Oranj is offering up some of his latest finds. You'll get a variety: paranormal action-adventure, inspirational biography, community drama, experimental fiction and quirky non-fiction. Featured music in this episode includes: Not This by Mint Machete Orchid by The Halcyon Brothers from Set Upon by Satellites Jesus H. Christ on Dramamine by This Isn't Just a Cult from Shake Hands with Danger She's Just Like You by Björ6n Oranj Betty by The Creeping Man from Nothing to Be Afraid Of and You Make Me the Professor by Sean McNamee from Long Live the Gold Rush This episode was produced and narrated by Björ6n Oranj. Are you a Prince fan? We are. If you are not, there is clearly something wrong with you. Check out The Mountains and the Sea to get your Prince podcast fix. If you prefer, you can also find our podcast episodes and other videos on YouTube. Learn more about the art collective that is This Isn't Just a Cult at our website. AND... find us on Facebook, Instagram & Twitter writing / fiction / parody / books / book reviews --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app

Bill and Jason are graced with a call from The Lamb of God, The Prince of Peace, He Who Is Called I Am - the One and Only Jumping Jesus H. Christ. --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app

Enjoy the latest in excuses as to why this episode is so late! Marvel at talk about heroin and feces (poop)! Hear his amazing impersonations of Billy Dee Williams and Jesus H. Christ! Listen as he laughs at his own silly jokes. Catch hepatitis A from his toothbrush! Originally published 3.6.18 --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/jeff-sanguis-show/message Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/jeff-sanguis-show/support

Enjoy the latest in excuses as to why this episode is so late! Marvel at talk about heroin and feces (poop)! Hear his amazing impersonations of Billy Dee Williams and Jesus H. Christ! Listen as he laughs at his own silly jokes. Catch hepatitis A from his toothbrush! Originally published 3.6.18 --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/jeff-sanguis-show/message Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/jeff-sanguis-show/support

Hey Guys! Hope everyone is staying safe right now. This new episode is now available to stream during our quarantine. :) Remember to leave a review on Apple Podcasts and Subscribe to My Crunchy Podcast on all your favorite platform shoes. Hahaha Follow the podcast and our crunchy team on Instagram @ MyCrunchyPodcast ! --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/eddie-avila1/support

Youtube: notfunnyfunnyguyInstagram: @stupidsoundinglaughTwitter: @ntfunnyfunnyguyIn this, the ninth of (hopefully) many episodes, he talks about Todd Phillips' JOKER and the similarities between the struggles of Arthur Fleck and many modern day youths lost in their 20s.Hopefully something in this podcast inspires you to act with a little more empathy today, or a bit more courage. Or, at the very least, makes you feel a little bit less alone in your confusion.1:23 Joaquin is JUST the BEST, man1:54 The false BILL OF GOODS we have been sold!!!2:40 Where do we fit in society?3:30 How our society treats mental illness5:06 The rich getting richer, the poor getting poorer6:29 Has Joaquin ever NOT been phenomenal?7:53 WHAT was up with his back?!8:00 What does the H stand for in Jesus H Christ?!9: 52 It’s his DREAM ROLE now, baby!10:39 I’ll watch Joker and Jack Sparrow in a HUNDRED MOVIES!!11:26 I thought the script was dope12:00 THE EMOTIONALLLL JOURNEYYYY13:00 I’m here for an EMOTIONAL. EXPERIENCE.13:30 BUNCH OF SPOILERS…FROM HERE ON OUT!13:40 - Train Scene/First Murders14:38 They were NOT sympathetic dudes hahaha15:25 THAT CLIMAX THOUGH16:05 Kanye on Kimmel18:30 Who did he smother with the pillow?!?!19:50 The Deaf People Sticker Salesmen23:39 Strangers have NO regard for him. So real! 24:45 WAS THE MURRAY PRAISE REAL?!27:30 Why’d he even get broken out of the cop car?!28 Killing got SUPER flippant and non-sensical29:55 The lessons for your TWENTIES

Two guests, Jesus H. Christ, what will we come up with next. (probably three guests)

Heeeeellllloooooooo, and welcome back to #themix, your weekly fix of half decent music (insert thumbs up emoji). matt hibbert presents: #themix: 016 baa bar live A bumper 3 HOUR edition FULL of groovy feel good house music. So yeah, we're back and the mixes and podcasts will be coming every single week I swear to Jesus H Christ himself, starting with these baa bar live mixes recorded live over the summer and freshers. A brand new mix every single week, 52 weeks a year (well 50 weeks, cut me some slack over Christmas & New Year come on), absolutely fucking free of charge, gratis, on the house etc etc blah blah blah… (swear to god I'm back to doing these every week hahaha) Listen/download/stream on Soundcloud, iTunes & the Apple podcast app. Twitter - MattHibbert Insta - MattHibbert17 Snap - MattHibbert17 Facebook - DJ Matt Hibbert (shite) Wazzzzaaapppp!!! Don't forget, you can now download the podcast from iTunes or the apple podcast app straight to your iPhone/iPad/iPod, just search 'Matt Hibbert' on iTunes or the apple podcast app, or just follow this link... itunes.apple.com/gb/podcast/matt-…id952909066?mt=2 Don't forget to subscribe, leave a 5 star rating and write a little review, there's a Diet Dr Pepper in it for you. Is Right.

Pete calls Pat from . . . Jesus H Christ . . . Montana this time?  Well, the Timbers beat the holy hell out of LA Galaxy. Email morrisonicpod@gmail.com with your size and address if you want a rainbow Iron Front Morrisonic t-shirt.  I'll tell you later if you owe me any money.

Heeeeellllloooooooo, and welcome back to #themix, your weekly fix of half decent music (insert thumbs up emoji). matt hibbert presents: #themix: 015 summer sessions An hour of groovy feel good summer house music. So yeah, we're back and the mixes and podcasts will be coming every single week I swear to Jesus H Christ himself, starting with these throughout June, July & August, the summer sessions. Get yourself a Red Stripe and sit in your garden annoying your neighbours with this on your impossibly loud Bluetooth speaker. A brand new mix every single week, 52 weeks a year (well 50 weeks, cut me some slack over Christmas & New Year come on), absolutely fucking free of charge, gratis, on the house etc etc blah blah blah...(swear to god I'm back to doing these every week hahaha) Listen/download/stream on Soundcloud, iTunes & the Apple podcast app. Twitter - MattHibbert Insta - MattHibbert17 Snap - MattHibbert17 Facebook - DJ Matt Hibbert (shite) Wazzzzaaapppp!!! Don't forget, you can now download the podcast from iTunes or the apple podcast app straight to your iPhone/iPad/iPod, just search 'Matt Hibbert' on iTunes or the apple podcast app, or just follow this link... itunes.apple.com/gb/podcast/matt-…id952909066?mt=2 Don't forget to subscribe, leave a 5 star rating and write a little review, there's a Diet Dr Pepper in it for you. Is Right.

Heeeeellllloooooooo, and welcome back to #themix, your weekly fix of half decent music (insert thumbs up emoji). matt hibbert presents: #themix: 014 summer sessions An hour of groovy feel good summer house music. So yeah, we're back and the mixes and podcasts will be coming every single week I swear to Jesus H Christ himself, starting with these throughout June, July & August, the summer sessions. Get yourself a Red Stripe and sit in your garden annoying your neighbours with this on your impossibly loud Bluetooth speaker. A brand new mix every single week, 52 weeks a year (well 50 weeks, cut me some slack over Christmas & New Year come on), absolutely fucking free of charge, gratis, on the house etc etc blah blah blah...(swear to god I'm back to doing these every week hahaha) Listen/download/stream on Soundcloud, iTunes & the Apple podcast app. Twitter - MattHibbert Insta - MattHibbert17 Snap - MattHibbert17 Facebook - DJ Matt Hibbert (shite) Wazzzzaaapppp!!! Don't forget, you can now download the podcast from iTunes or the apple podcast app straight to your iPhone/iPad/iPod, just search 'Matt Hibbert' on iTunes or the apple podcast app, or just follow this link... itunes.apple.com/gb/podcast/matt-…id952909066?mt=2 Don't forget to subscribe, leave a 5 star rating and write a little review, there's a Diet Dr Pepper in it for you. Is Right.

Heeeeellllloooooooo, and welcome back to #themix, your weekly fix of half decent music (insert thumbs up emoji). matt hibbert presents: #themix: 013 summer sessions An hour of groovy feel good summer house music. So yeah, we're back and the mixes and podcasts will be coming every single week I swear to Jesus H Christ himself, starting with these throughout June, July & August, the summer sessions. Get yourself a Red Stripe and sit in your garden annoying your neighbours with this on your impossibly loud Bluetooth speaker. A brand new mix every single week, 52 weeks a year (well 50 weeks, cut me some slack over Christmas & New Year come on), absolutely fucking free of charge, gratis, on the house etc etc blah blah blah...(swear to god I'm back to doing these every week hahaha) Listen/download/stream on Soundcloud, iTunes & the Apple podcast app. Twitter - MattHibbert Insta - MattHibbert17 Snap - MattHibbert17 Facebook - DJ Matt Hibbert (shite) Wazzzzaaapppp!!! Don't forget, you can now download the podcast from iTunes or the apple podcast app straight to your iPhone/iPad/iPod, just search 'Matt Hibbert' on iTunes or the apple podcast app, or just follow this link... itunes.apple.com/gb/podcast/matt-…id952909066?mt=2 Don't forget to subscribe, leave a 5 star rating and write a little review, there's a Diet Dr Pepper in it for you. Is Right.

Heeeeellllloooooooo, and welcome back to #themix, your weekly fix of half decent music (insert thumbs up emoji). matt hibbert presents: #themix: 012 summer sessions 2 hours of groovy feel good summer house music recorded live at Baa Bar Fleet St on May Bank Holiday Sunday. Music from the likes of Rebuke, Camelphat, Green Velvet, Patrick Topping, Purple Disco Machine and loads loads more. So yeah, it's been a while hasn't it, humble apols, life kind of got in the way, but we're back and the mixes and podcasts will be coming every single week I swear to Jesus H Christ himself, starting with these throughout June, July & August, the summer sessions. Get yourself a Red Stripe and sit in your garden annoying your neighbours with this on your impossibly loud Bluetooth speaker. A brand new mix every single week, 52 weeks a year (well 50 weeks, cut me some slack over Christmas & New Year come on), absolutely fucking free of charge, gratis, on the house etc etc blah blah blah...(swear to god I'm back to doing these every week hahaha) Listen/download/stream on Soundcloud, iTunes & the Apple podcast app. Twitter - MattHibbert Insta - MattHibbert17 Snap - MattHibbert17 Facebook - DJ Matt Hibbert (shite) Wazzzzaaapppp!!! Don't forget, you can now download the podcast from iTunes or the apple podcast app straight to your iPhone/iPad/iPod, just search 'Matt Hibbert' on iTunes or the apple podcast app, or just follow this link... itunes.apple.com/gb/podcast/matt-…id952909066?mt=2 Don't forget to subscribe, leave a 5 star rating and write a little review, there's a Diet Dr Pepper in it for you. Is Right.

For episode 251.... Quack Tract A "Down Under" chiropractor is fined $30k for claims he made of his profession curing cancer. Not enough, I say, but still good news. What about up here in the Great White North? Hundreds protest in Washington for the "right" to not vaccinate their children.  Organizers of an upcoming "natural health" (as if there's an "unnatural health"...) conference on Toronto have canceled the appearance of prominent anti-vaxxer Del Bigtree. Sentencing hearings have concluded for Jennifer and Jeromie Clark, found guilty of criminal negligence causing death and failing to provide the necessaries of life in the death of their 14-month old son John. During the trial, jurors were shown online searches for natural remedies for gangrene, which included cabbage leaves and cayenne. Jesus H. Christ on a Popsicle stick... Eye on Islam Canadians fighting for ISIS in Syria want to come home. One says that it's okay because he hasn't broken any laws here. Wrong, buddy. To paraphrase Batman, we won't kill you. But we don't have to save you, either. Apple and Google offer an app which here in the West would be deemed creepy-stalky by normal people. What does it do? It tracks the movements of women. I wonder what Gillette would say? Catholic Watch Nun abuse - the latest scandal to come out of Catholicism - is coming to the fore.  Miscellaneous This is an election year in Alberta. Anti-choice groups have been busy pushing their candidates in the Ultra-conservative Party. Despite assurances from UCP leader Jason Kenney that he will not open the abortion "debate", we should not be sanguine about this.

In this episode, we reveal who we are: REALLY BIG CELEBRITIES. Or perhaps we discuss some real ones who are showing up as trendy Christians on social media—Chris Pratt, Justin Bieber, Sherilyn Fenn, Kendall Kardashian. We kick off the show by telling you about a great podcast that takes on the more serious issues of deconverting from religion: Out of the Fold. They aim to unite all apostates in a supportive atmosphere. Check them out. *Plus, we just opened a Facebook Page and Facebook discussion group. Please like, join, share. There’s a meme contest going on right now. If we choose yours, you get a podcast shout-out and a heathen prophecy. Our discussion group is private, so your mom won’t know a thing! Karen gives a shout out to her soulmate David Spade before we introduce our new segment, “Quest to Not Be a Whiny Asshole.” Basically, it is something that made us happy from the previous week. Bonnie proves nicer and more intelligent than Karen by bringing up Maslow’s Hierarchy of Needs diagram and brags that she’s NOT severely lactose intolerant like Karen but still is in love with a creamer called Nut Pods (which Karen says reminds her of gonads). Bonnie also brings back the convo to tennis and Rafa Nadal as she talks about her friend Brewster asking her about a perfect day and recounts enjoying the US Open tennis Fan Week. Karen reads a letter from listener Eloise talking about how she, like Karen, was a tiny Bible scholar of the Bible. So much so that 7 or 8-year-old Eloise corrected her pastor during a sermon! She wishes her head had been filled with helpful information like the periodic table of contents. Me, too, child. Me, too. Yet, it was that study of the Bible that led me, Karen, right out the ass end of Christianity. Karen’s QN2BWA (Quest Not to be a Whiny Asshole) was about schooling a super Christian on the fact that Paul never met Jesus. Again, Bonnie is the nicer of us, obviously. Bonnie paraphrases an article from VOX about the new wave of Christianity being popularized by celebs like Chris Pratt, Justin Bieber, etc. The spin is about how the “new” church like Zoe, Hillsong, and whatnot. But Ellen Page slaps back on social media and talk shows that Chris Pratt’s church is anti-LGBT and how it leads to self-hate and worse among youth. We give free publicity to more celebs when Bonnie reveals she might be the same person as Sherilyn Fenn from Twin Peaks. And a story where Burt Reynolds would rather drown than be witnessed to. (Also in this episode: Eckhart Tolle, Russell Brand, Blair from Facts of Life, and Farrah Fawcett).      

Marty Solomon and Brent Billings look at the story of a paralyzed man and his faithfully determined friends who inspire his healing.Addendum to BEMA 102 — Marty Solomon, YouTubeBEMA 80: Silent Years — PhariseesJesus H. Christ, Part 11: And Now the H — The RobCast, Episode 221BEMA 62: Daniel — Son of Man

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This Week:  We begin our month of Robert Kirkman Books with Battle Pope. It's the end of the world and few are worthy of passage to heaven, not even the Pope. God leaves behind Saint Michael, the leader of his army, to act as a guardian for the humans. He fails, and is held captive by Luicfer. God then enlists the aide of the Pope to rescue Michael, and leaves his son Jesus H. Christ to assist him in his quest. Next Week: Mark Grayson is just like most everyone else his age. He's a senior at a normal American high School. He has a crappy part time job after school and on weekends. He likes girls quite a bit... but doesn't quite understand them. He enjoys hanging out with his friends, and sleeping late on Saturdays... at least until the good cartoons come on. The only difference between Mark and everyone else is that his father is the most powerful superhero on the planet, and as of late, he seems to be inheriting his father's powers. Which sounds okay at first, but how do you follow in your father's footsteps when you know you will never live up to his standards? THIS ISSUE: Get in on the ground floor, because it all starts here! Strange things begin to happen to Mark Grayson as he begins to develop superpowers. Luckily, his dad is around to show him the ropes, at least he WOULD be if he weren't so busy saving the world all the time. Mark is forced to go out on his own, and try and figure out how all this superheroing business works. The results are a monumental disaster, at least until he gets the hang of it. Watch Mark thwart thieving super-villains, alien invasions and all sorts of craziness. Episode 134 - Battle Pope Out Now! On: ITUNES, STITCHER, GOOGLEPLAY, PODBEAN, YouTube, and TUNEIN

This Week: Jughead Jones has always had an insatiable appetite... but what if his hunger came from a sinister place? When a murderous menace is on the prowl, taking the lives of some of the most well-known and esteemed inhabitants of Riverdale, Jughead and his family's dark legacy comes to light. Join writer Frank Tieri (Wolverine) and artists Michael Walsh (Secret Avengers) and Pat & Tim Kennedy (Death of Archie) for this horrifying collection. Next Week:  We begin our month of Robert Kirkman Books with Battle Pope. It's the end of the world and few are worthy of passage to heaven, not even the Pope. God leaves behind Saint Michael, the leader of his army, to act as a guardian for the humans. He fails, and is held captive by Luicfer. God then enlists the aide of the Pope to rescue Michael, and leaves his son Jesus H. Christ to assist him in his quest. Episode 133- Jughead: The Hungar Out Now! On: ITUNES, STITCHER, GOOGLEPLAY, PODBEAN, YouTube, and TUNEIN

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Jesus H. Christ do we have a show for you this week! Brennan battles with the social etiquette of dealing with a stranger’s b.o. Gabe faceplants into the Hell of legal system bureaucracy. Alex Jones gets kicked off of YouPorn and some New Jersey dumbdick proves that no man knows the combination to Davey Jones’ locker. More fun than a post-gaming bout of PTSD, IT’S REVENGE OF THE WORLD!!! Listen on itunes, soundcloud, and wherever fineass podcasts are heard! Host: Gabriel Dieter Co-host: Bitchin' Brennan Burch Sponsor: www.lonestarbuttons.com Network: www.mockingbirdnetwork.com #art, #aliens #area51, #coldcase, #comedy #conspiracy, #dating, #diy, #entertainment #film, #horror #killer, #movies #news, #philosophy #podcast, #politics #popculture #propaganda #punk, #scary #ufo, #ufos #variety, #xfiles

Hello and welcome back to Meta Station, where the takes are HOT and the zombie supersoldiers are COLD, and the jokes are weird because we’re both on book deadlines and slowly losing our minds. Erin unfortunately cannot be with us today, as she is dead, on account of what a motherfucking drama queen Bellamy Blake was when he strode dramatically into the spotlight holding his dad mug aloft to rescue Clarke from death at the hands of Claire’s new MILF crush Diyoza. But prior to her untimely demise from FEELS ATTACKS we had tons of shit to say about everything from the increasingly chilling Season 1 Grounder parallels (somewhere in the afterlife, Anya is genuinely touched that Clarke was paying such close attention), to Zeke Shaw as the show’s second and FAR more successful attempt at the Finn Collins character template, to what in the wide wide world of sports “don’t let Diyoza weaponize the cargo” could mean, to how hard Emori is winning this breakup. Our first two fairly modest nitpicks of the season came into play this week – we’re not wild about the narrative failing to pick a lane with Becho, and Claire would like to see Harper with a little more plot agency – but everything else is still so fantastic that we’re perfectly willing to give those cakes a little more time in the oven and we still have faith they’ll be satisfying in the end. For those of you who like it when we get existential, we spent about twenty minutes talking about religion; for those of you who like it when we’re complete garbage, stand by later this week for an outtake where we lose our shit over William Miller tweeting at Claire that he refers to that gun as “the strap-on.” Okay team, let’s do this thing. ACTIVATE KODIAK! --------------------------------------------------- 0:00 – Hello and Welcome, ERIN IS LOOPY AS HELL 0:02 – We Already Love the Structure of This Season 0:07 – Grounder!Clarke Takes Us Back to Season One While Reminding Us Why the Term “Mama Bear” Is Not Always a Cute Compliment 0:19 – Jesus H. Christ We’re Gay for Diyoza 0:24 – Introducing Paxton “Graveyard” McCreary, Actual Worst Person on This Show 0:33 – R.I.P. Detroit 0:39 – McCreary vs. Shaw: Chaotic Evil vs. Neutral Good 0:44 – So They DID Solve a Problem Like Finn Collins 0:46 – It’s Ben Franklin with the Key and the Kite (You See It, Right?) 0:50 – “Two Suns, No Sunscreen”: Our Nightblood Eligius Theories Just Took a Sharp Right Turn 0:55 – Hytholodium, Raven, and Order Eleven: Is Kodiak an ALIE-Chipped Super Soldier? 1:03 – “First We Pray”: Diyoza, Gaia, the Bible, and a Lengthy Digression on Religion as Story 1:22 – Abby and McCreary: Lots of Plot Options, None of Them Good 1:27 – Emori Is Really Winning This Breakup 1:35 – When Does Harper Get to Do Something That Isn’t Just Motivating Another Character’s Plot? 1:41 – In Which We Side-Eye the Noteworthy Absence of Becho In This Episode, and Hope the Show Did Not Destroy Tasya’s Twitter Mentions in Exchange for One Kiss and Nothing Else 1:54 – “Murder, Murder, Murder . . .”: GOD THE BRAVEN IN THIS EPISODE WAS LIIIIIIIIIIT 1:58 – Saginaw, Grandpappy Blake and Arthur C. Clarke: Characters Who Know Pre-Praimfaya Earth As a Myth Finally Meet People Who Lived It 2:05 – Sorry, HOW Many People Does Bellamy Have to Decide Whether or Not to Kill, Again? 2:10 – This Episode Was a Masterclass in Dramatic Irony 2:14 – This Bellamy/Madi Team-Up Gives Us LIFE 2:29 – “She Is” 2:41 – We Feel Bad That We Didn’t Get to Talk More About Raven But We’ll Save It For Next Time

Join us as we take a trip to The (New) Outer Limits and discuss the utterly ridiculous season three episode, "The Revelations of 'Becka Paulson," directed by Steven Weber and based on the little known Stephen King short story. Starring Catherine O'Hara as a woman with a bullet in her brain and Weber himself as the 8x10 Man (formerly Jesus H. Christ)! If you dig the show, please support us on Patreon at www.patreon.com/PMMPUBLISHING. 

This Wednesday we’re exploring the Oak Island in Nova Scotia Canada, where there’s said to be a number of mysterious things buried, anywhere from money, to jewels, to pirates treasure, to even the bones of Jesus H. Christ. Who knows?! We sure dont, but listen to what we think happened, and what we think could … Continue reading The Oak Island Money Pit →

Hey everyone! Welcome to my first pilot episode of Here Is The Problem on TalkShoe.com. A lot has happened within the last 24 hours, and man, it's all fucking crazy! Anyway, here are some of the topics we'll be getting into: 1. The 75th Golden Globes. This awards show airing on NBC was fucking awful and distasteful. The anti-male bias and hate against men in Hollywood and males across the U.S. at large are horrific. These award shows are no longer about congratulating nominated candidates receiving their awards for the once-perceived incredible work they do. It's all about hash-tagging memes and themes and "speaking out against abuse, sexual harassment, and rape." And what's more pathetic? The Hollywood male actors were kowtowing to that bullshit idea by wearing black suits and tuxedos, wearing pins, and wearing buttons saying #TimesUp. And, dammit, stop saying time is up! That time ended a long time ago! These celebs could've done something about this years ago but they didn't. Why now? Why now? It's all about making themselves feel and look good and making money for their so-called "Legal Defense Fund" (which is a joke in itself).* Oh, yeah, stop this "equality" bullshit. Life isn't about "equality," but rather opportunity. It should be about opportunity, not "equality." Jesus H. Christ, man! 2. Steve Bannon does a complete 180 on his comments against Trump which have been given to leftist writer Michael Wolff for his anti-Trump book "Fire and Fury." Wow! Imagine that! The left's narrative that Trump is "unstable" is unconvincing and pathetic. There's no hard evidence, despite the fact that all of the claims are circumstantial at best. More of this to follow today and later in the week and weeks to come. and 3. The madness of the #MeToo movement and what it's saying to men and what it's done to our culture and to society at large. It's so sad, yet it is highly predictable. *Note: The Left's most sacred crown jewel of the #MeToo established - "The Legal Defense Fund" - is said to be for "victims of sexual harassment, sexual assault, etc." Really? Really now? No, it isn't. It's a money-making scam for the Left, including the actresses who scream "We're underpaid; therefore, there is no equal pay for equal worth." Give me a fuckin' break! Comments? Send them my way to my Twitter account at @ToddABarnett and my email address ToddAndrewBarnett@gmail.com.

What's that you hear? Is it the sound of your favourite sonic Santas tiptoeing across the rooftop? IT IS!! Fox and Jase are heading down your digital chimney, brimming with Christmas cheer in this tinsel laden episode. Well it’s Christmas cheer or Duffy’s infectious armpit rash but either way it’s too late to change course. We chat about our sonic Jesus Christs whatever the hell that means. Join the online discussion with fellow persons of minterest by visiting our Facebook page If you like any of the music we discuss on the show, support the artist!Buy music. Buy merch. It's not a bloody library! Music discussed this week includes:   Paul Kelly & The Messengers - Sweet GuyFrom: So Much Water So Close to Home (1989) The Four Horsemen - Rockin' Is Ma BusinessFrom: Nobody Said It Was Easy (1991)

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Steve and Chris welcomes Roger Weaver with Hot Takes. Darin Martinez with Moose Dumps. Wrapping up the Matarese jazz, we think. And we hear TDtF's Jesus H. Christ. The single thread holding together the tapestry of humanity.

Heeeeeelllllooooooooo, we are back with Med Mix 126, the 126th (!!!)in a weekly series of mixes from our resident DJ @MattHibbert. Every Wednesday we'll be uploading a brand new mix for you, perfect for your pre drinks while your getting ready for Med on the Friday! Presented by main room dj @MattHibbert, it's all the biggest tunes from the Med main room along with the standard bad banter. We are back for 2017/2018 at out new home The Arts Club on Seel St, 2 mins from Cream/Nation, next door to Heebies, and home to Circus & Chibuku, so we're in good company! Same door price, same cheap drinks, same DJ's! Ello ello ello, welcome back after a belter summer full of holidays and fezzys, but now it's time, MED is back for 2017/2018, and it's gonna silly! Fuck me how heavy was our opening party, JESUS H CHRIST! Well well well, here we are, Med Mix 126, blimey, I didn't think this would ever make it to 10 episodes let alone over 100, funny how things work out sometimes isn't it. Listen, download, like, share, repost, do whatever you do. If you want a shout or have a tune request for next week's Med Mix then tweet us, 'medicationclub' and 'matthibbert' on Twitter. Tweet me the answer to the question to win free entry (at)matthibbert using the hashtag #MedFriday Who might show up at Med tonight??? Get your bets in now. (Chris Tarrant down from 20/1 to 16/1) Is Right! Don't forget, you can now download the podcast from iTunes straight to your phone/tablet/ipod, just search 'Matt Hibbert' on iTunes or your podcast app, or just follow this link... itunes.apple.com/gb/podcast/matt-…id952909066?mt=2

Happy Easter! Sir Mel Gibson's 2004 box office smash "The Passion of the Christ" is in a genre of movie we have yet to cover on the show: torture porn. It's a movie about suffering—specifically, the audience's. Jimmy "JC" Caviezel plays the son of the one true God, Jesus H. Christ. It's a tall tale about a child born after a ghost impregnated his mommy without her consent. He then went around showing off a bunch of magic tricks until it landed him in hot soup with some powerful Jews and Romans. The famed anti-Semite and misogynist star of "What Women Want" directed this slow-motion snuff film that used more blood than 10,000 elevator scenes from "The Shining" and had more Gore in it than Tipper's vagina in the entire 1980s. Join us two lapsed Catholics as we discuss this prolapsed anus of a movie. Tell us what you think by chatting with us (@filmsnuff) on Twitter, Facebook and Instagram, or by shooting us an email over at mailbag@filmsnuff.com. This episode is sponsored by The Noose. Visit our website at https://www.filmsnuff.com.

Welcome back to Part 2 of our recap of "Gimme Shelter," already one of our faves of the season! Part 1, all about the lady BAMFs of Science Island and their snartastic "ramsi" Murphy, can be found here - https://soundcloud.com/meta-station/episode-4x07-gimme-shelter-part-i-science-island Also don't miss the outtake from that section where we learned some hard truths about our very different priorities on postapocalyptic house tours - https://soundcloud.com/meta-station/clairin-outtakes-beccas-house And now, please join as we plummet into the depths of emotional despair as Harper, Kane and the Blakes get trapped by the black rain in a crucible of dark and terrible pain from which most of them do not emerge by the end of the episode, DOES ANYONE ELSE SOMETIMES JUST WANT TO THROW IN THE TOWEL AND SWITCH TO "PARKS AND REC" OR SOMETHING BECAUSE JESUS H. CHRIST THIS ONE GOT GRIM --------------------------------------- 0:00 – Story Craft 101: Raise the Stakes By Making Them Smaller 0:08 – This Is Not a Drill: Black Rain Moves the Apocalypse from Abstraction to Reality 0:15 – From the Ashes They Will Rise: Octavia, Bellamy and Kane Hit Rock Bottom 0:21 – If Bellamy Can’t Protect Everyone All the Time, Does He Even Know Who He Is? 0:34 – Fire and Water Imagery in That Octilian Scene 0:46 – Gradually Moving From “IF THIS EPISODE HAS OCTILIAN HATE SEX I QUIT ” to “. . . Okay I Can See It” 0:51 – We’re at Record-High Levels of Optimism About the Show Finally Reckoning With Octavia's Treatment of Bellamy 1:00 – LOL If You Didn’t Think We’d Spend a Full Hour on Kellamy You Must Be New Here 1:16 – Kane’s Season Arc Finally Starts to Emerge 1:22 – “My Sister My Responsibility” and Love Are Not the Same Thing 1:39 – Today On “Erin and Claire Get Super Real About Their Personal Lives”: Purging the False Narratives About Who You Are, Even When It’s Excruciating, Is Progress 1:54 – Next Week, We Have Special Guests! @hawthornewhisperer and @knowlesian on Tumblr Will Be Joining Us For 408 Before We Go Back On Hiatus!

Playing for Team Human is Jonathan Larsen. Larsen is a journalist, comedy writer, and TV producer who has worked on the Daily Show w/ Jon Stewart, Up w/ Chris Hayes, and Countdown w/ Keith Olbermann. Larsen recently launched TheFingNews.com, a news digest that brings context, analysis, and humor to the daily news.Jonathan joins Douglas Rushkoff to talk about the Fucking News and the new Indivertible Guide. In a wide-ranging conversation, Larsen and Rushkoff look behind the scenes of reporting and discuss propaganda, fake news, and strategies for resisting the reality TV show era of the Trump presidency.From the Indivertible Guide:“We believe that the next four—Jesus H. Christ—years depend on citizens across the country standing indivertible against the mainstream media bullshit agenda. Our premise is that even evil Trump supporters and craven TV news people are good at heart. We believe that buying into TV news’ false crises and speculative narratives will only further empower Trump to victimize our fellow citizens or, even worse, us (the specific, actual humans writing this). We hope that this guide will provide those who share these beliefs with useful tools to transform TV news.”Photo credit: Vin Crosbie via Visualhunt.com / CC BY-ND Get bonus content on Patreon See acast.com/privacy for privacy and opt-out information.

Playing for Team Human is Jonathan Larsen. Larsen is a journalist, comedy writer, and TV producer who has worked on the Daily Show w/ Jon Stewart, Up w/ Chris Hayes, and Countdown w/ Keith Olbermann. Larsen recently launched TheFingNews.com, a news digest that brings context, analysis, and humor to the daily news.Jonathan joins Douglas Rushkoff to talk about the Fucking News and the new Indivertible Guide. In a wide-ranging conversation, Larsen and Rushkoff look behind the scenes of reporting and discuss propaganda, fake news, and strategies for resisting the reality TV show era of the Trump presidency.From the Indivertible Guide:“We believe that the next four—Jesus H. Christ—years depend on citizens across the country standing indivertible against the mainstream media bullshit agenda. Our premise is that even evil Trump supporters and craven TV news people are good at heart. We believe that buying into TV news’ false crises and speculative narratives will only further empower Trump to victimize our fellow citizens or, even worse, us (the specific, actual humans writing this). We hope that this guide will provide those who share these beliefs with useful tools to transform TV news.”Photo credit: Vin Crosbie via Visualhunt.com / CC BY-ND See acast.com/privacy for privacy and opt-out information.

Welcome to the first episode of Totally Made Up Tales, an experiment in improvised storytelling in the digital age. We hope you enjoy our tales of wonder and mystery. Let us know what you think! Music: Creepy – Bensound.com. Transcript:   Andrew: These are some stories which we made up brought to you by the magic of the internet.     Once upon a time Jesus H. Christ set out from his home to the marketplace. He stood among the market traders on an old box preaching to the crowds. "Blessed are the cheese makers," he'd acclaimed and a passing cheese maker so delighted in hearing his words that he gave him a shiny silver coin.     "Uh huh," thought Jesus to himself. "I bet I can take this coin, multiply it into many more using one simple trick." "Blessed are the rich," said Jesus.     The end.     This is the story of the witch and the turning sickness.     Once upon a time, in a relatively far away place, there was a deep dark forest.   James: Almost no one ever went into the forest. For the first mile or so round the edge, you can sometimes snare rabbits or maybe go logging, but further in if men ventured they did not return.   Andrew: There were no ponds in the heart of this forest. Only huge, nulled tree trunks growing up the bushy leaves of the canopy obscuring the sky in all but the very depths of winter. But still in this heart, there dwelled one person.   James: An old and wise woman. She had lived there, some say for centuries.   Andrew: There were many things ... it was said ... that she understood. How to control the seasons and the weather ...   James: How to talk to animals and smaller creatures.   Andrew: How to raise the dead from their graves.   James: How to blend and choose the herbs and spices of the forest to counteract illness and drive away evil spirits.   Andrew: But whatever favor she did for you, if you made your way into the heart of the forest and found her cottage and begged for her help, she would ask for a price.   James: The price would always be high. Perhaps the highest you could possibly pay but it would also always be appropriate to you, to the illness she was curing or the misdeeds she was covering over.   Andrew: Those who failed to pay would suffer a terrible punishment as all of the power that she had used to help was unleashed on creating suffering.   James: In another part of the country, far far away from the black forest there sat a village of great renown.   Andrew: The people of this village were famed for miles around ... all of the other towns and villages of the plain knew that these people were good and chaste and virtuous and pure of heart.   James: It was winter. The end of Christmas tide and the villagers were bringing in their livestock to the great communal barn to shelter them there through the bitterous nights of darkness ...   Andrew: ... and after their mid-winter festival which they always held when the great herding of animals had been completed, they all returned to their homes. The next day they woke and to their horror, they found that the barn had been raided over night and six chickens had been taken away.   James: The village elders questioned everyone but nobody had heard or seen anything and nobody confessed to the crime. No remnants of the chickens were found and the village was forced to go to sleep once more aware now that there might be a thief amongst them.   Andrew: In deed the very next day dawn bright and early and they found that this time two pigs had been taken and again nobody had seen anything, nobody had heard anything, the village elders questioned everybody. There was no evidence.   James: One more night, the villagers slept worried now about what would be stolen overnight and sure enough, as the weak raise of the winter sun touched the steeple of the village church, they woke to discover the great cow had been stolen.   Andrew: The village elders met in councils to discuss the situation. "How can it be that we, people known to be pure of heart, people known to be good and true should have to suffer this terrible plague of theft upon our houses."   James: "It cannot be one of us," they agreed. "We are too good. We are too pure. It must be the work of the devil."   Andrew: "Yes. The devil who brings with him the turning sickness," said one of the elders from the back of the room. They turned to look at him. "Yes. I recall a tale from my childhood of an entire village wiped out. A village who had been pure of heart but were corrupted by the taint of sin in the cool clear air."   James: On hearing this, the other elders were much afraid and they turned to their leader. "What should we do? What can we do to protect ourselves from the devil himself?"   Andrew: "We must barricade ourselves within our homes and barricade our livestock into the barn. We must pray that it is not too late and that we are still able to escape the sickness."   James: That night the villagers barricaded themselves into their homes, having previously boarded up the barn with the livestock inside it. No more theft that night but the following morning they discovered that they were already too late.     Every house had at least one person fall to the turning sickness.   Andrew: "What shall we do now?" said the council of elders. "We have waited too long. We have let the situation go too far and the devil already has hold of us." There is only one thing we can do. You must send for the witch.   James: So their fastest messenger was sent on their fastest horse speeding through the winter nights towards the dark forest and the witch's house within.   Andrew: He tethered his horse at the edge of the forest and set out through the dense network of trees. It seemed like he had trekked for days when at last he came across a tiny crooked cottage in a tiny clearing.   James: "I know why you are here," said the witch. "You have succumbed to the devil and the turning sickness."     "Yes," said the messenger. "Will you help us?"     "I will help you," said the witch "but there shall be a price."   Andrew: "Name your price," said the messenger. "We will pay anything. Our people are sick and  must be saved."     "Yes," said the witch. "I will save them. I will save them all but then I shall return in ten summers time and I shall take from the village to be my slaves and minions all of your virgins."   James: So saying, she cracked up her herbs and spices into her bag, leapt upon her broomstick and vanished. Appearing moments later at the village where the elders were waiting anxiously for word.   Andrew: "Almighty and powerful witch," they said as she appeared before them, "We thank you for being merciful and coming to our aid in our hour of need."   James: "Of course," said the witch. "But heed my price and pay it in full," and so saying she unpacked her herbs and spices and made a bitter brew which every villager drank down and in the morning the turning sickness was gone. "Remember the price," said the witch before leaving the village alone.   Andrew: There was great celebration in the village that people had been cured and spared and that they were able to go on living their lives. What joy there was in their hearts until they remembered the price that they were going to have to pay. How would it be that in ten years time, all of the young and the purest of the pure of heart to be snatched away.   James: ... and so the council of elders met and decided a terrible fate for the village. For the next ten years, no children were to be born. No children were to be allowed. If any were conceived and carried to term, they would be without mercy killed that they might not become the slaves of the witch.   Andrew: ... and so it was that this cruel policy was enacted and for ten years the villagers kept their word and though they may have sorrow in their hearts, they brought no children into the world. So it was that ten summers had passed and the witch returned on her broomstick and called to the village that they come and meet her and pay her price.   James: When the witch found out that they had no virgins to give, she burned the village down with all the villagers inside it.     The end.     A long time ago, before mankind came on the scene, the northern hemisphere was ruled by dinosaurs using a democratic system of government. One day at the meeting of the senate, their chief scientific advisor made a great announcement. "We have discovered," he said " a large expanse of water on the moon. Should we go there?"     "Yes." They said and did.     The end.     Now the tale of the talking horse of Baghdad.   Andrew: Once upon a time in a far away land, there lived a horse. This horse was no ordinary horse. He had a magical power.   James: Every morning he would get up, stretch and in front of the villagers and anyone who had gathered he would declaim a story.   Andrew: This was a talking horse. A horse with a gift of speech, an eloquent horse, a great orator some say that people would travel miles to hear.   James: One day after giving his oration, he noticed a small man at the edge of the paddock.   Andrew: He went up to the man and said, "You seem like a stranger. You're not from these parts. I haven't seen your face before."     "That's right," said the man, "I have traveled from far off Baghdad.   James: ... and I noticed as I watched you  after your oration, you seem troubled, you seem alone. "   Andrew: "Yes," said the horse, "It is true. For although I have many admirers and people come from far and wide to hear me speak, in my heart I have a great loneliness ...   James: ... for I am the only talking horse that I have ever encountered and without others of my kind, how could I possibly be other than alone."   Andrew: "Well," said the man, "In that case, you must travel for in Baghdad there is a talking horse of great repute that people come from even further to see."   James: "If this is so," said the horse, "then I shall journey there at once" and so saying, he packed up his few belongings.   Andrew: He had some strips of wood, some coal ore and a woolen fleece from a mighty sheep.   James: Packing them away, he trotted south. South through the hills and valleys. South towards the unknown.   Andrew: At the top of the highest hill, he stopped and turned and looked back at the way he had come, at the land that he had called home for so many years and thought to himself ...   James: "Will I ever come this way again? Perhaps this is the last few I will have of this home." So saying, he turned and proceeded south.   Andrew: Beyond the hills laid the great dusty desert plain filed with dunes and sand.   James: He traveled through it for many days, gradually feeling weaker and weaker until he reached an oasis in the desert where he was able to quench his thirst.   Andrew: At the desert oasis, he met with a nomadic tribe and asked them, "Which is the best route from here to Baghdad?"   James: ... and they turned and pointed east. East towards the jewel of the Caliphate. He thanked them with a story and continued on.   Andrew: He trekked for many days and many nights and finally was clear of the desert and standing before the towering great gate of the city wall of Baghdad.   James: Minarets twisted high above him and mighty stone randalls beneath.   Andrew: The gate of the wall was closed and by it, a sleeping century stood in his box. "Hello," cried the horse, "Hello."   James: The soldier woke with a stat. "Who is it? Who is it who seeks passage into Baghdad?" he asked.     "It's just me," said the horse, "Just me."   Andrew: "I have come for I hear there is a great talking horse in the city and I wish to speak with him."     "Very well, " said the soldier, "but there is a price."   James: "You must pay the tax of the Caliph."     "Well, what is this tax," said the horse, "I don't have many possessions. I have wood, ore and the ewe skin."     "Ah," said the soldier, "Well it just so happens that as the winter nights draw in, I have a longing for warmth. I will take your wood and let you pass into the city of Baghdad," and so as the soldier built himself a fire, the horse trotted in.   Andrew: All roads in Baghdad lead to one mighty central square. It is said to be the largest square in the whole of the world.   James: The horse looked around seeking from corner to corner, anyone who could help him in his quest for the talking horse of Baghdad. A small voice appeared at his side.   Andrew: It was a little girl.  "Excuse me," she said to him, "Are you lost? You look lost. Can I help you?"   James: "I am looking," said the horse, "for the talking horse of Baghdad."     "I can help you," said the girl, "but there is a price."   Andrew: "Well," said the horse, " I have in my saddle bag my coal ore or a mighty sheep skin."     "Oh," said the girl, "Yes. A sheep skin...   James: That will keep me warm during the bitter winter nights as the cold winds blow across the plains," and so she took him to the stables.   Andrew: ... and there he encountered a small man with a large key standing outside a locked door. "Excuse me,"   James: ... said the horse, "Can you let me in to see the talking horse of Baghdad?"     "I can," said the man, "but there will be a price."   Andrew: "The only thing I have for you," said the horse, "is this coal ore."     "Aha," said the man, "This is perfect for firing my brassier." "Yes," he said and took his mighty key ...   James: ... and unlocked the stable door and the horse trotted inside but within was not a talking horse of Baghdad ...   Andrew: ... but a whole crowd of horses. Hundred upon hundreds of them chattering in the many languages of the world.     "What?" thought the horse to himself, "Can there be?"   James: "What is this?" and he nudged the closest horse to him and said, "What is going on?"     "This," said the horse...   Andrew: "... is the parliament of all horses. Delegations from around the world have been sent so that we may decide who we crown as our new king."   James: This is the talking horse of Baghdad.   Andrew: "Stranger, you are welcome. Tell us your tale."     Peter ...   James: ... went ...   Andrew: ... to ...   James: ... the ...   Andrew: ... shops ...   James: ... to ...   Andrew: ... buy ...   James: ... some ...   Andrew: ... bread.   James: He ...   Andrew: ... forgot ...   James: ... to ...   Andrew: ... bring ...   James: ... his ...   Andrew: ... plastic ...   James: ... bag ...   Andrew: ... so ...   James: ... was ...   Andrew: ... wasteful ...   James: ... and ...   Andrew: ... lost ...   James: ... five ...   Andrew: ... pea ...   James: ... the ...   Andrew: ... end.   James: Jeremy ...   Andrew: ... played ...   James: ... cards ...   Andrew: ... against ...   James: ... his ...   Andrew: ... mother ...   James: ... and ...   Andrew: ... won.   James: She ...   Andrew: ... never ...   James: ... spoke ...   Andrew: ... to ...   James: ... him ...   Andrew: ... again.   James: The ...   Andrew: ... end.     Harold ...   James: ... went ...   Andrew: ... upstairs ...   James: ... and ...   Andrew: ... fell ...   James: ... downstairs ...   Andrew: ... the ...   James: end.   Andrew: I've been Andrew and I'm here with James. Join us next time for more made up tales.   James: Clive ...   Andrew: ... met ...   James: ... a ...   Andrew: ... sticky ...   James: ... end ...   Andrew: ... when ...   James: ... he ...   Andrew: ... reversed ...   James: ... into ...   Andrew: ... a ...   James: ... beehive.   Andrew: The ...   James: ... end.   Andrew: That will do nicely, I think.  

Topics for Episode 003: 1). We’re talking about the big new player on the prestige TV landscape, HBO’s THE NIGHT OF, 2). The strange developments with Mr. Sulu in the new STAR TREK movie and 3). The latest installment of YOU’RE DEAD TO ME, Chris talks about the movie he hates most of all.   Our Favorite Headline Headlines Captain Kirk almost fought Jesus Christ in STAR TREK: THE MOTION PICTURE Pixar getting out of the sequel business? Kind of... Pixar president talks about getting studio out of it’s run of sequels   Topic 1: THE NIGHT OF, and the state of prestige TV HBO’s new drama, The Night Of   Topic 2: Studios spoiling their own movies Studios spoiling their own movies now: Sulu is gay. See it when STAR TREK: BEYOND opens in two weeks Batman v Superman - most of their marketing Ghostbusters trailer - Possess Chris Hemsworth, Stay Pufft Marshmellow Man   Topic 3 - Segment - You’re Dead to Me: Chris bashes BATMAN AND ROBIN Chris lays out why 1998’s BATMAN AND ROBIN is the worst studio movie of his life.   Find The Dorking Out Show here... Dorking Out Show Blog - Twitter - SoundCloud - Facebook - Patreon   Find Sonia here... Twitter - The Sonia Show Blog - The Sonia Show Facebook Page   Find Chris here... Twitter - The Jett Jergens Blog - The Jett Jergens Facebook Page

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If you listen very carefully you may also hear me say something about ripping CDs, Google Play Music, The Philadelphia train wreck, the World Trade Center, Hiroshima, Jesus H. Christ, Antonio Villaraigosa, death, The American Journal of Psychiatry, communism, chicken pot pies (oh wait, I didn’t talk about that, I’m just really hungry right now), religion, watermelons, the 1%, Vinnie Barbarino and some other things that don’t have anything to do with anything.

Let's get ready to ruuuuuummmmbllllleeeee!  In this episode, TW Doane pits Jesus H. Christ up against the Hindu god Krishna to see who ripped off whom!  Can Jesus beat Krishna?  Should Jesus have given Krishna that 500 year head start?  Its a titanic struggle, with mortal souls in the balance!  Who will win?  Jesus?  Krishna?  Or will some other god sneak in and kill them both?  Tune in and find out!  Who will be triumphant?  Only god (or historians) can say.  Its a tough battle, folks, but you owe it to yourself to stay to the end.

Heeeeeelllllooooooooo, we are back with Med Mix 52, the 52nd in a weekly series of mixes from our resident DJ's, @MattHibbert and @Tom_Williams. WE MADE IT TOO AN ENTIRE CALANDER YEAR! Jesus H Christ on a popsicle stick, I didn't think we'd get to to 2 episodes to be honest! Every Friday afternoon/evening we'll be uploading a brand new mix for you, perfect for your Med pre drinks and while your getting ready to hit Med! Presented by main room dj @MattHibbert, it's 1 big mash up of all your favourite tunes from the main room at Med. As usual an hour of the biggest tunes in dance music right now along with all the standard bad banter, shout out's and competitions. You can win free entry for you and a mate to Med tonight (6th March) so listen in for the question and tweet my your answer before 10pm ('at' matthibbert)using the hashtag #MedMix. Tonight... it's the continuation of a new era ,#MedFriday, as Med moves to Friday nights, no more missing lectures, no more excuses, it's going to be biblical! The RnB room has gone sadly, replaced in the annexe with a deep house/tech/bass room, featuring the best in local talent and some big name guests! The boys from Lost are back in the Annexe so expect their unique brand of house, tech, disco & garage all night long! Full Cream production in all rooms don't forget, did someone say Cream CO2 Cannons? Oh yes oh yes oh yes! Last week was ridiculous yet again, even better than the first 8 weeks, long may it continue! Doors are at 11, and we go til 4, so just get down, get in, and get a bevy, get me one whilst you're at the bar actually. Listen, download, like, share, repost, do whatever you do, but blast it out and GET ON THE BEVYS! If you want a shout or have a tune request for next week's Med Mix then tweet us, 'medicationclub' and 'matthibbert' on Twitter. Tweet me the answer to the question to win free entry (at)matthibbert using the hashtag #MedFriday Who might show up at Med tonight??? Get your bets in now. (Chris Tarrant down from 20/1 to 16/1) Is Right! Don't forget, you can now download the podcast from iTunes straight to your phone/tablet/ipod, just search 'Matt Hibbert' on iTunes or your podcast app, or just follow this link... https://itunes.apple.com/gb/podcast/matt-hibbert/id952909066?mt=2

Heeeeeelllllooooooooo, we are back with Med Mix 51, the 51st in a weekly series of mixes from our resident DJ's, @MattHibbert and @Tom_Williams. WE MADE IT PAST 50! Jesus H Christ on a popsicle stick, I didn't think we'd get to 2 episodes to be honest! Every Friday afternoon/evening we'll be uploading a brand new mix for you, perfect for your Med pre drinks and while your getting ready to hit Med! Presented by main room dj @MattHibbert, it's 1 big mash up of all your favourite tunes from the main room at Med. As usual an hour of the biggest tunes in dance music right now along with all the standard bad banter, shout out's and competitions. You can win free entry for you and a mate to Med tonight (27th Feb) so listen in for the question and tweet my your answer before 10pm ('at' matthibbert)using the hashtag #MedMix. Tonight... it's the continuation of a new era ,#MedFriday, as Med moves to Friday nights, no more missing lectures, no more excuses, it's going to be biblical! The pop room is back! Yes, that's right, you lot asked for it, so tonight the legendary Courtyard is open for all you cheesey pop heads! The RnB room has gone sadly, replaced in the annexe with a deep house/tech/bass room, featuring the best in local talent and some big name guests! Cream Residents Andy Mac & Rob Harnetty are back in the Annexe so expect their unique brand of house & tech all night long! Full Cream production in all rooms don't forget, did someone say Cream CO2 Cannons? Oh yes oh yes oh yes! Last week was ridiculous yet again, even better than the first 7 weeks, long may it continue! Doors are at 11, and we go til 4, so just get down, get in, and get a bevy, get me one whilst you're at the bar actually. Listen, download, like, share, repost, do whatever you do, but blast it out and GET ON THE BEVYS! If you want a shout or have a tune request for next week's Med Mix then tweet us, 'medicationclub' and 'matthibbert' on Twitter. Tweet me the answer to the question to win free entry (at)matthibbert using the hashtag #MedFriday Who might show up at Med tonight??? Get your bets in now. (Chris Tarrant down from 20/1 to 16/1) Is Right! Don't forget, you can now download the podcast from iTunes straight to your phone/tablet/ipod, just search 'Matt Hibbert' on iTunes or your podcast app, or just follow this link... https://itunes.apple.com/gb/podcast/matt-hibbert/id952909066?mt=2

Heeeeeelllllooooooooo, we are back with Med Mix 50, the 50th in a weekly series of mixes from our resident DJ's, @MattHibbert and @Tom_Williams. WE MADE IT TO 50! Jesus H Christ on a popsicle stick, I didn't think we'd get to 2 episodes to be honest! Every Friday afternoon/evening we'll be uploading a brand new mix for you, perfect for your Med pre drinks and while your getting ready to hit Med! Presented by main room dj @MattHibbert, it's 1 big mash up of all your favourite tunes from the main room at Med. As usual an hour of the biggest tunes in dance music right now along with all the standard bad banter, shout out's and competitions. You can win free entry for you and a mate to Med tonight (20th Feb) so listen in for the question and tweet my your answer before 10pm ('at' matthibbert)using the hashtag #MedMix. As it's the 50th Episode, I've made this a very speicla one, I've mixed 50 of the biggest tunes in Med Mix and Med history over the past 1 months into 1 giant MedMix megamix, chronologically aswell because i'm so sound! Also, listen out for the compilation of my own 'best bits' (ie:me talking absolute shite), along with every single 'Helloooooo' from all 49 previous episodes. Tonight... it's the continuation of a new era ,#MedFriday, as Med moves to Friday nights, no more missing lectures, no more excuses, it's going to be biblical! The RnB room has gone sadly, replaced in the annexe with a deep house/tech/bass room, featuring the best in local talent and some big name guests! The Breesbox boys are back in the Annexe so expect their unique brand of house & tech all night long! Full Cream production in all rooms don't forget, did someone say Cream CO2 Cannons? Oh yes oh yes oh yes! Last week was ridiculous yet again, even better than the first 6 weeks, long may it continue! Doors are at 11, and we go til 4, so just get down, get in, and get a bevy, get me one whilst you're at the bar actually. Listen, download, like, share, repost, do whatever you do, but blast it out and GET ON THE BEVYS! If you want a shout or have a tune request for next week's Med Mix then tweet us, 'medicationclub' and 'matthibbert' on Twitter. Tweet me the answer to the question to win free entry (at)matthibbert using the hashtag #MedFriday Who might show up at Med tonight??? Get your bets in now. (Chris Tarrant down from 20/1 to 16/1) Is Right! Don't forget, you can now download the podcast from iTunes straight to your phone/tablet/ipod, just search 'Matt Hibbert' on iTunes or your podcast app, or just follow this link... itunes.apple.com/gb/podcast/matt-…id952909066?mt=2

WE’RE YOUR MESSIAH, NO-okay, j/k!. That’s just a grabby headline we’re using instead of saying this episode is basically about all the the things you guys have ever suggested to Laser Time and/or questions you’ve answered. This episode’s success or... Read more