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Technology and faith often seem like opposing forces, but what happens when a Christian innovator steps into the artificial intelligence space with a mission to transform education? In this episode of Thinking Christian, Dr. James Spencer sits down with Mark Naufel, CEO and founder of Axio, an AI company dedicated to reshaping how people learn, grow, and engage with knowledge. Mark shares his personal faith journey, growing up in a Lebanese Christian family and later transitioning into a Protestant, non-denominational context. His passion for faith and technology led him to found Axio, a platform designed to personalize education through AI while preserving the values and beliefs of individual users. Together, they explore how AI can be leveraged for good—enhancing education, mentorship, and personal growth—without replacing the irreplaceable: human connection and community. They discuss AI’s role in addressing gaps in education, from personalized tutoring to career mentoring, and how Axio ensures that faith-based learning remains accessible and engaging. Mark also shares insights on the broader implications of AI, the future of work, and why the Church must engage with technological advancements rather than retreat from them. He highlights the importance of Christian communities being active participants in shaping AI’s future, ensuring that it serves as a tool for discipleship rather than detachment. Key Topics Discussed: Mark’s journey from a Catholic upbringing in Lebanon to a Protestant faith in the U.S. The role of AI in education, mentorship, and faith-based learning How Axio personalizes learning while maintaining biblical values The importance of maintaining real-world community in an increasingly digital age The future of work and the ethical considerations of AI How churches can embrace technology for discipleship and community building

In this episode of Truth Tribe, Dr. Groothuis examines a haunting question from Charles Malik in 1982: "What does Jesus Christ Think of the University?" Charles Malik was a Lebanese Christian who was very involved with the United Nations and an educator. Today's episode features a reading from his book, A Christian Critique of the University. In this episode, we cover: Christian Worldview and Teaching Content and Character The Role of Jesus Christ in Higher Education Teaching from a Christian Worldview Developing a Christian Mind Character and Humility in Teaching Douglas Groothuis, Ph.D., is Distinguished University Research Professor of Apologetics and Christian Worldview at Cornerstone University and the author of twenty books, including Beyond the Wager: The Christian Brilliance of Blaise Pascal (InterVarsity, 2024). Discover more Christian podcasts at lifeaudio.com and inquire about advertising opportunities at lifeaudio.com/contact-us.

Dr. Michael Tobin grew up on Long Island, in New York, a big baseball fan who looked up to Willie Mays more than anyone else. Suffice it to say, Israel was not on his radar screen at all. But Jewish and Israel-focused messages were reaching him whether he liked it or not (Wait until you hear about his 20-mile run on Yom Kippur in the 70s), and things reached a crescendo when Michael and his Lebanese Christian girlfriend – and eventual wife, Deborah, decided to bike around the world, including stops in both Lebanon and Israel. Buckle up. This is a wild story told by a wonderful storyteller. --- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/return-again/support

Will this election cycle begin the judgments upon America?  Why have western leaders, including our own, behaved in such a irresponsible manner on the world stage?  Why are they bringing such shame and derision upon America? Does America have enough weapons remaining to fight in her own defense? Iran's 2-day NOTAM begins Sunday afternoon - will they do what they want before the US election? As we enter political unrest, please keep all God's people in prayer, especially Brother Judah in Israel and Yeshua/Jesus believers worldwide. 5G controlled next scamdemic, dates might be wrong, but basic info not: https://rumble.com/v3lvg88-on-oct.-4th-and-oct.-11th-2023...-dont-use-your-cell-phone....html FEMA broke after spending millions on migrants and abroad: https://www.zerohedge.com/political/america-last-after-spending-640-million-migrants-and-billions-abroad-fema-suddenly-broke FEMA didn't BILLIONS in migrants: https://substack.com/redirect/9431eab9-a4c8-45c7-8983-8749cf8b9fc5?j=eyJ1IjoiMTJnNTllIn0.50OdU814PlM1pwLviBlX0_MsfKi5-DzlOnf9cqAggaA UN thinks it will rule the world: https://www.allnewspipeline.com/UNs_Pathetic_Pact_For_The_Future.php Next plandemic already in bodies of the vaxxed, triggered by 5G waves: https://rumble.com/v5hsswr-pfizer-insider-reveals-vaccinated-people-will-soon-start-bleeding-from-ever.html?e9s=src_v1_ucp Hurricane Milton and WWIII: https://youtube.com/shorts/_OHAHpFKs7M?si=CD8Ymu_RKWxXsthx Pope Francis does complete betrayal of gospel: https://rumble.com/v5ii7lp-pope-francis-declares-jesus-is-a-liar-and-lucifer-is-son-of-god.html Rare earth super magnetic materials in C19 injections cause humans to have properties of iPhones, Tesla vehicles, nuclear reactors: https://open.substack.com/pub/karenkingston/p/rare-magnetic-earth-metals-in-covid?r=12g59e&utm_medium=ios https://gregreese.substack.com/p/optogenetics-and-the-secret-worldwide?r=12g59e&utm_medium=ios&utm_campaign=audio-player Israeli strike in northern Lebanese Christian village kills 22: https://news.antiwar.com/2024/10/14/israeli-strike-on-northern-lebanon-christian-village-kills-at-least-21/#gsc.tab=0 Solar system changes - Planet X coming through?: https://open.substack.com/pub/strangesounds/p/our-solar-system-is-changing-rapidly?r=12g59e&utm_medium=ios FEMA camps disguised as ”housing for volunteers”?: https://gregreese.substack.com/p/multiple-fema-camps-being-built-around?r=12g59e&utm_medium=ios&utm_campaign=audio-player Declassified FBI doc's re “aliens”: https://youtu.be/crdF1vhqKRU?si=p13TtBRmrByTiDMl Globalists set up BRICS to unify against west: https://redefininggod.com/the-rockefeller-plan-for-the-brics-new-world-order-in-their-own-words/ Professor points out recent USA leadership responsible for Ukraine: https://halturnerradioshow.com/index.php/news-selections/world-news/professor-lays-waste-to-ukraine-narrative-says-this-war-was-solely-of-u-s-making CFR tab re aid to Ukraine: https://www.cfr.org/article/how-much-us-aid-going-ukraine Is USA arsenal being drained?: https://www.csis.org/analysis/united-states-running-out-weapons-send-ukraine Austin orders ships/bombers, etc., to Middle East: https://halturnerradioshow.com/index.php/news-selections/world-news/defense-secretary-orders-more-firepower-to-protect-israel Judaism's Strange Gods, by Michael Hoffman (banned on Amazon, youtube): https://www.unz.com/book/michael_a_hoffman_ii__judaisms-strange-gods-revised-and-expanded/ Iran issues NOTAM: https://halturnerradioshow.com/index.php/news-selections/world-news/iran-issues-notam-november-4-thru-6

Dr. Accad shares insights from his own experience as a Lebanese Christian, offering a historical overview of the Lebanon-Israel conflict and the ongoing tensions shaping the region. We also explore the implications of Christian Zionism in Lebanon, its effect on Christian-Muslim relations, and how Middle Eastern Christians navigate the challenges of their existence in the face of apocalyptic prophecies. With his global perspective, Dr. Accad reflects on the global Christian response to the crisis and provides thoughtful reflections on justice, peacemaking, and the hope for reconciliation in Israel, Palestine, and Lebanon.Thanks for listening!Follow us on Facebook, Instagram, and Youtube.To learn more about our summer programs visit:https://www.regent-college.edu/summerSubscribe to our newsletter to hear all about Regent College:https://www.regent-college.edu/about-us/subscribe

What happens when a Lebanese Christian teenager survives the Beirut War and embarks on a journey to achieve the American dream? Join me, David Craig Utz, as I sit down with Guy Nora, an inspiring entrepreneur, venture capitalist, and former GOP gubernatorial candidate for Nevada, to uncover his extraordinary story. Guy shares how his resilience and experiences have shaped his commitment to fostering environments where the human spirit can truly thrive. Together, we explore the upcoming US presidential election, the evolving American identity, and the power of open dialogue in bridging the chasms of differing perceptions.In our conversation, Guy and I delve into the intricacies of American politics, state governance, and the delicate balance between individual freedom and public service. We touch on pressing issues such as border security, foreign policy, and the fiscal policies that are shaping our nation's future. From the challenges of immigration to the impact of government spending on inflation, Guy offers insightful perspectives, emphasizing the need for inspiring leadership and humane responses in the political landscape. We also highlight the vital role of state governance, using Nevada's response to COVID-19 as a case study for the importance of localized decision-making.Listeners will also gain valuable insights into the world of venture capital and entrepreneurship, as well as the personal journeys that can influence a successful career. Guy shares his experiences from the medical equipment industry to founding his venture capital firm, underscoring the serendipitous nature of career paths and the importance of seizing opportunities. Our discussion wraps up with a focus on leadership and inspiration in American politics, featuring stories of resilience and the pursuit of the American dream.  We zero in on the true choice in the 2024 presidential election and examine the stark choice between the two major candidates.   Whether you're an executive navigating complex political terrains or simply interested in learning what it takes to lead with integrity, this episode promises to inform and inspire.Connecting with Guy: https://www.linkedin.com/in/guypaulnohra/Unfazed Under Fire Podcast - Host: David Craig Utts, Leadership Alchemist

Discount Expat Money Summit VIP Ticket: https://2024.expatmoneysummit.com/checkout/select-tickets/?coupon=ANTIWARFollow us on Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/antiwarcom/Phone bank for Defend the Guard: https://defendtheguard.us/phonebankChapters00:00 - Intro05:10 - Israel Plans To Strike Iran Before US Election05:11 - Iran Says It Halted Indirect Talks With the US in Oman08:26 - Israeli Strike on Lebanon Christian Village Kills 2210:36 - UN Won't Withdraw Peacekeepers From Southern Lebanon12:09 - Israeli Forces Kill 62 Palestinians in Gaza15:17 - Israel Intensifies Assault on Northern Gaza17:58 - US Officials Attend Meetings at Sde Teiman Torture Facility20:02 - Nobel Winning Hiroshima Survivor's Gaza Comparison Angers Israel22:26 - Ukraine Considers Ceding Territory To End War24:52 - China Conducts Blockade Drills Around Taiwan27:52 - US OKs $2.2 Billion in Arms Sales for Saudi Arabia, UAE29:58 - North Korea Threatens War With South Over Drone Flights31:56 - Viewpoints/Outro

In this special episode, I interviewed my good friend Yair Levi, a veteran of Israel's most elite and secretive Navel Commando unit Shayetet 13 (SEAL) as we commemorate a year since October 7th.  Yair Levi is a Jewish Israeli singer, songwriter, and musical producer based in Tel Aviv, Israel.  Yair, a Jewish Levite (descendants of the Tribe of Levi) who served as a Captain in the Israeli Navy SEALs for 8 years, creates a unique mixture of Jewish soul music with his faith and Biblical values. Through his songs, Yair is able to revive ancient music and bring it to today's world. Yair's Music and personal journey led him to various musical cooperations with Israel's leading musicians. In the last two years, his journey has taken him across the borders of Israel. Yair's connection to scriptures created one of his most powerful songs, ‘Refa Na' (‘please heal her', Numbers 12:13), which he wrote in 2020 to his ill grandmother. The song has reached millions of views on YouTube and was translated to a variety of languages (Chinese, German, Spanish and more). The success of ‘Refa Na' made him one of the most surprising and diverse singers in the international faith music arena. One of the most interesting cover versions for ‘Refa Na' was of the Lebanese Christian singer Carine Basilli, who asked Yair to sing the song with her in Arabic, as a prayer for peace in the Middle East. https://www.yairlevimusic.com/ instagram.com/yairlevimusic Spotify open.spotify.com/artist/4fQ4siC5ZqG5vInJSzdQ40 REFA NA FAMELY facebook.com/groups/RefaNaFamily Facebook facebook.com/yairleviofficial Apple Music music.apple.com/us/artist/yair-levi/1137809875 Bandcamp yairlevi.bandcamp.com I AM Israel sequel  https://iamisraelfilm.com/pages/i-am-israel-movie-sequel Yair Levi & Shai Sol- REFA NA יאיר לוי ושי סול- רפא נא Healing prayer song https://youtu.be/xaDC9jp7jbk?si=gU0w5FziDlxjf3Hc God Of Israel - Sean Feucht, Carine Bassili, Yair Levi | قدوس إسرائيل | קדוש ישראל https://youtu.be/bEUxyLYA-Ck?si=R4ETG1kVc-ICRkGm Yair Levi - Halleluhu (Psalms 150) | יאיר לוי - הללוהו (תהילים ק"נ) | The Levite׳s song https://youtu.be/4kbKRhpQ5uk?si=Mjv-yoF0eY1RlTTw *** Support Us on Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/cryforzion #podcast #breakingnews #israel #specialforces #usforeignaid #usa #doronkeidar #thedoronkeidarpodcast #Israel #HamasISIS #israelatwar #BringThemHomeNOW #music #yairlevimusic #seal #navelcommando 

Israel has killed Hezbollah leader Hassan Nasrallah, who defended Lebanon's sovereignty, helped to defeat ISIS and Al-Qaeda, protected Christians, and fought against Israeli colonialism and military occupation. Ben Norton explains. VIDEO: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sxYAn-Ci4jE Topics 0:00 Israeli colonialism in Lebanon & Palestine 1:10 Diplomats walk out of UN to protest Netanyahu speech 1:35 Few countries claim Hezbollah is "terrorist" org 2:07 Hezbollah's political arm is in Lebanon's parliament 2:25 Lebanese Christian leaders mourn Nasrallah's death 3:38 "Terrorism" claims 4:24 Hezbollah's alliance with Christians 4:41 US/Israeli links to ISIS & Al-Qaeda 7:24 Nasrallah condemned Al-Qaeda, Bin Laden, 9/11 attacks 10:21 USA supported Osama Bin Laden in Afghanistan 11:38 Not anti-Semitic: distinguishing Zionism from Judaism 12:57 Zionism: Western colonialism in Palestine 15:16 Hezbollah formed to fight Israeli occupation of Lebanon 16:29 Israel assassinates political leaders, but resistance continues 18:35 Outro

Dr. Michael Tobin grew up on Long Island, in New York, a big baseball fan who looked up to Willie Mays more than anyone else. Suffice it to say, Israel was not on his radar screen at all. But Jewish and Israel-focused messages were reaching him whether he liked it or not (Wait until you hear about his 20-mile run on Yom Kippur in the 70s), and things reached a crescendo when Michael and his Lebanese Christian girlfriend – and eventual wife, Deborah, decided to bike around the world, including stops in both Lebanon and Israel. Buckle up. This is a wild story told by a wonderful storyteller.

#LEBANON: Human shields. Jonathan Nizar Elkhoury is an Israeli Lebanese Christian, LGBTQ+ activist, public diplomacy adviser, commentator, and advocate for Israel. He founded and coordinated the Minorities Project, which features Israeli minorities presenting their perspectives about life in the democratic Jewish state and their contributions to its current success. Elkhoury is the former spokesman for the Christian Empowerment Council 1956 BEIRUT

On this episode of The Alex Pierson Podcast, our host Alex Pierson first gets into the nitty gritty and complicated story of "Safe Supply" as it turns out the London Police Service was underreporting just how problematic organized crime has become in this program. Adam Zivo is the Director of the Canadian Centre for Responsible Drug Policy and also wrote this piece in the National Post, and questions the role of Police in this program. Next, Alex speaks with Brad Hunter with the Toronto Sun about yet another spat of shootings in a remote Airbnb which is known as the "party villa". Brad and Alex talk about how this problematic property is still able to be booked, what's believed happened at this party and if organized crime could be at all involved. And finally, with the likelihood that war between Hezbollah and Israel may break out any day now, Alex is joined by a Lebanese-Christian living in Israel, Jonathan Elkhoury. Jonathan lived in Hezbollah-controlled Lebanon with his family until he was able to escape into Israel, and he talks about just how dangerous this group of extremists really are. GUEST: Adam Zivo, Director of the Canadian Centre for Responsible Drug Policy GUEST: Brad Hunter, National Crime Columnist for the Toronto Sun GUEST: Jonathan Elkhoury - Lebanese-Christian Peace Activist living in Israel Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

With the likelihood that war between Hezbollah and Israel may break out any day now, Alex is joined by a Lebanese-Christian living in Israel, Jonathan Elkhoury. Jonathan lived in Hezbollah-controlled Lebanon with his family until he was able to escape into Israel, and he talks about just how dangerous this group of extremists really are. GUEST: Jonathan Elkhoury - Lebanese-Christian Peace Activist living in Israel Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Shownotes and Transcript We are delighted to welcome Jacki Deason, who is the host of The Jacki Daily Show on blaze.com to help Peter delve into the recent presidential debate.  They begin by critiquing candidate performances and discussing political strategies before touching on cultural Marxism's impact on institutions, advocating for balanced history education, and prioritizing national interests in industries like energy.  The conversation extends to renewable energy challenges, highlighting the need for informed decision-making, stressing the importance of nuanced understanding and thoughtful discourse on complex societal issues. Jacki Deason hosts The Jacki Daily Show, a weekly show and podcast airing on BlazeMedia, on the dial in Texas, and podcast on iHeartRadio, iTunes, Spotify, and Stitcher. Previously, Jacki worked for an engineering firm specializing in energy production, national security, and environmental cleanup.  She served as legal counsel on Capitol Hill to the Chairman of the Subcommittee on the Constitution and the former Ranking Member of the Commercial and Administrative Law Subcommittee, advising on the oversight of federal agencies.  Prior to her career in Washington, she worked as a corporate litigator, and as an Assistant Vice President for a national bank. Jacki studied Economics, Spanish, and World History at Marshall University (U.S. Society of Yeager Scholars), Oxford University (U.K.), and the University of Zaragoza (Spain).  She is an alum of the Vanderbilt University Law School, where she served as the President of the law school's Federalist Society chapter. Jacki has an extensive network from which the show draws its guests—including industry leaders representing all parts of the energy sector, government officials, journalists, and political insiders.  Often, Jacki will know the day's most-wanted guest and be able to secure the guest with a personal call. Jacki is from the Ohio River Valley, where the shale runs deep. She descends from a long line of energy workers, including roughnecks, railroaders, coal miners, and nuclear energy specialists. Connect with Jacki... WEBSITE                jackidaily.com/ X/TWITTER            x.com/JackiDailyHost TRUTH                   truthsocial.com/@jackidaily INSTAGRAM           instagram.com/jackidaily/ Interview recorded  28.6.24 Connect with Hearts of Oak... X/TWITTER        x.com/HeartsofOakUK WEBSITE            heartsofoak.org/ PODCASTS        heartsofoak.podbean.com/ SOCIAL MEDIA  heartsofoak.org/connect/ SHOP                  heartsofoak.org/shop/ TRANSCRIPT (Hearts of Oak) It's wonderful to have a guest on, first time, who I met over when I was stateside last time, Jacki Deason. Jacki, thank you so much for your time today. (Jacki Deason) Thank you so much, Peter, for the opportunity. I'm looking forward to this. Not at all. I know you've got a lot happening in everything, in media world, and everything else, so it is great to have you on. And, of course, you host the Jacki Daily Show, a weekly show airing on Blaze Media. And I had the privilege of actually getting a tour of the fantastic Blaze Studios, which made me feel a little bit jealous as a Brit. But great. And I know on your tagline, it says, entertains and educates a worldwide audience, dispels fear with facts and all things energy, freedom, happiness and prosperity. And I love that uplifting message. And your background you worked in energy and then before that legal counsel on Capitol Hill and then before that you worked as a corporate litigator and assistant at the president for a national bank. So, a lot in there in your background a lot of experience you bring and I love talking to those in the media who actually have a wealth of background experience they bring to that and it's It's not just another podcast. So, great to have you with us. And obviously, people can find you @JackiDailyHost on Twitter or X. And JackiDaily.com is the website. And all the links for your Facebook and Instagram are all up there on the website and on Twitter. Now, the first thing I need to ask you, of course, Jacki, is the presidential debate last night. And I didn't subject myself to the whole two hours. I watched snippets of it, maybe snippets more on the Trump side, because you get what feed Twitter gives you. But what were your thoughts on that? And I've read a lot of newspaper headlines, but what were your thoughts? So, I watched it from start to finish and I went and got a massage and took a nap before the debate just to get rested up for it. Like everyone here was so jacked up, amped up for it. You know, I mean, we couldn't wait, because we actually thought this moment might never come, either because Biden would just refuse to debate, which is the new thing, or because, you know, Trump could be in jail. Literally, it's possible. So, we didn't know what was going to happen. Out of nowhere came this early debate, which is weird. I'm telling you, the Democrats are doing that strategically, agreeing to that so that they can show the world why they have no choice but to replace him at the convention. Probably with Michelle Obama, could be Gavin Newsom. But it's Michelle Obama who, who, you know, they put these books out for her, book tours all over the place. She's all over these shows that are, you know, supposedly mainstream culture shows, but they're really run by Democrat loyalists at the top. She's the one that's being traipsed out all the time, not Gavin Newsom. They did have a debate with Gavin Newsom and DeSantis earlier in the year. So, some people thought they were, like, trying him out. But, I really think that's the whole purpose of this debate. I think it came from the Democrat side. They know the problem they have. I mean, there's no way that Biden can not have major gaps showing that he's cognitively not there anymore. He wasn't in 2016 either, really, but they could hide it well enough. People scorned me for saying that he was being drugged up in advance of national media appearances. But you know what? Like about 95 percent of conservatives believe that. And now probably 90 percent of liberals would believe that. I don't know. But anyway, you heard Biden say that there were a thousand trillionaires in America. I mean, whoa, that people were being raped by their in-laws and their brothers and sisters, that he beat Medicare, that Democrats are against late-term abortion. Abortion, I'm sure that disgusted and shocked his base, who think therefore, or at least if they actually correct that, most Democrats are not, but the party apparatus, the people at the highest levels most certainly are. So anyway, those were all major flaws in his performance, I thought, aside from the obvious the name calling and moodiness and all that. Trump actually, I thought, performed just like last time, which is that, you know, I watched and he is, he missed a lot of opportunities to lay out. Well, there were a lot of opportunities, I agree. I mean, I think it's just that he refuses to prepare, right? So because, like you said, He said, I saw the quote, he says, I've been preparing for this debate all of my life. He is off the cuff because he is, in fact, a performer. He is an entertainer. And that works to his benefit a lot. People don't know, if you haven't been to a Trump rally, he's a completely different person. He is like a stand-up comedian. He is very relaxed. He's having a great time. He's witty and clever. Last night, he was agitated. You know, it wasn't, it's a very different Trump. And so, you know, I heard a lot of repetition in there. And, you know, John McCain did the same thing. They're two very different people, two very different people. But, you know, I thought Trump was passable. I don't think it changed really anyone's minds. Campaigns, the only person who changed minds was Biden, because now he did his job, which was to convince the Democrats that they don't want him on the ticket, even though they voted for him in the primary. That's the issue. And he has to want to step down. I mean, I actually thought that maybe going after his son criminally was about coercing him to step down. They did the same thing to General Flynn on the Republican side, you might remember. So, that either didn't work or he didn't get it. He really cognitively might not even understand threats at this point. So, it's very interesting. But there's a total meltdown this morning on the Democrat side, which I think is orchestrated, foreseeable. I try to not get too political on my, X account. You know, I actually try to avoid the words Democrat or Republican. It's not a partisan show. It's a policy show. So, I don't, but I don't mind when I go into other people's shows. It's your show. So, you can ask anything you want. And the truth is I love talking politics. I don't get to do it very often on my show. So, this is a real treat for me. Good. Well, I want to ask you everything. And I've had the privilege of being at three Trump rallies, including my picture with the man himself, so it's it's phenomenal and from someone who's been at steeped in U.K politics nothing beats a trump rally. So, anyone watching this you have to get out to a trump rally before November, because nothing beats that atmosphere the excitement the the electric environment that is. But I was kind of thinking, and I agree with your assessment fully. I'm glad I'm not more down the rabbit hole than you are; Michelle Obama: I agree it ticks those boxes. I wonder why kind of you the trump team would want to debate Biden, because you don't want him to look too decrepit because then it plays into the hands of those who want to remove him, but the media have portrayed him as mentally unable over the last maybe one, two, three, months and it of seems to be playing up and this seems to be the the culmination in that. So, maybe the Trump team couldn't actually do anything about it that they had to push for the debate, agree, and then whatever happens-happens. So, what... Yeah, what were your I thought why would he want to debate debate Biden, because he seems to be winning on immigration on the border and economy, so why go into that. You know, I don't communicate with the Trump team, so I don't have any special insight into that decision making process. But I will tell you, I do believe what they should have done is waited until after the Democratic convention, which is the normal course of things. I mean, that's the way it normally works. I mean, the fact that they would agree to this should have tipped off some alarm bells. So, I do think that was a tactical mistake myself. I think I think that part of what they must have been thinking is literally it's possible Trump will be in jail between now and the election. What the debates represent, and few people appreciate this, even in the States, is it is the one event where you have both sides watching, listening, meaning President Trump can get through to even the Democrat supporters of Biden with zero media filter. And that almost never happens. It almost doesn't exist. Everything we get is filtered through our media source of choice. And so it's really scary that we live in these echo chambers and now you have social media so you can cultivate your own reality and universe and friend set. So, I love debates because it's the one opportunity we get to really speak directly to the other side. We have to find all of those opportunities we can. And even people like you and me, who we might not be running for president, but we do have a platform and a voice. And I try very hard to find those opportunities to speak directly to people on the other side, especially at the highest levels. Levels because once you spend time around them, which is so rare these days, unfortunately, you realize something. Many of them are just human beings. They really do believe in what they're doing sometimes. Some of them do. And so I've spent a lot of time lately trying to hack the filter that they're seeing through and figure out how do we get to them? Because here's what I come away with every single time. Every single time I spend time with a high profile liberal, like having drinks or spending social time, you know, just really downtime. It's that both sides maybe are being deceived. What the really bad guys, the really bad guys don't want is for us to communicate directly and get around the filters that are put on us. By both sides of the corporate media. So... I just, we have to remain humanized to each other. We become objectified as some big, horrible, awful other out there. And they believe the worst things imaginable about us. And it has to be shocking for them to be around us and find out that we're just normal, decent, caring, respectful human beings. And so I just come away with this. I'm not going to give you the names, but it was just a couple of months ago. I was out in Palo Alto, California with two extremely high profile liberals. You would know their names right away in the UK too. And so we were meeting for this kind of side reason. It's not the core of what I do at all. I just happened to be there. In fact, I wasn't really an invitee and clearly they had no idea who I was, because I walk in and spend half an hour talking to one of them before this thing gets started. And she's like, so what do you do? And I'm like, well, I do energy and environment research. And she goes, oh, how lovely. She has no idea who I am, which is great. So, we have this amazing conversation. And here's the bottom line. At the end of this long event, we then go have drinks. And it's just a few of us, like less than five. And these two to say to me, every day, we were on the phone this morning and we said, every day we become more conservative, because they're like, you know what? Pro-Hamas protests, we're out. This business of, you know, operating on children, removing their genitals, so they can't reproduce before they're even old enough to know, you know, you're four years old. Every other day you think you're a dinosaur, much less the opposite sex. They're like, we're out. We're having no part of that. We cannot be a part of that. It's a violation of our conscience. And then, you know, men in our transition, men in women's sports, we're out. We can't be a part of that. And even one of them was in a gay marriage and said that the other one, the spouse, had just been let go from a job for refusing to identify pronouns, because that person objected. You know, there are actually people on the other side who are reasonable. They know what's happening is not the truth. They know they're being asked to be part of something that cannot be right. And so, I really just came away with a lot of hope after speaking with them. Like I said, they'd been drinking. I feel like they were like loosened up and it was like a truth serum coming out. And it was really very reassuring. And then they said to me, they said, you know, people just believe that Republicans don't care about people. I said, that is just emphatically false. It is emphatically false. I feel like most of my day is filled with trying to figure out how to protect people. And so anyway, what I'm saying to you is that conversation was so valuable. It was so valuable because that's a humanizing conversation. I think it's exactly the conversation that the really bad guys don't want us to have. hey don't want us to figure out that the people on the other side are probably actually decent human beings who just, that what's happened is we, we all have, different information sets, different life experiences, different, friend sets. And so that's probably the biggest difference between the average liberal and average conservative. It's different. You've been exposed to different information. And so, but you're not that different. So, I just want this unifying message. I had a separate conversation with a guy who was the founder of the Bloods street gang here in Dallas. There's the Bloods and the Crips in LA, very famous. There've been films made about it. There are rap songs about it. These are very violent criminal gangs, but they are a family to the people who join them, because often they don't have family. Anyway, I was speaking with him him. And I could tell you other things about him that make him different from me. We're racially different. We're at this point, socioeconomically different, but I just, we had this amazing conversation and I just thought this is exactly, again, I came away thinking, this is the conversation that the people who work to divide us don't want us to have. We have to force those conversations in those social settings where it's not a debate. You're not at a panel, right? You know, where it's scripted in front of a lot of people. You're just talking one-on-one. I want to pick up, because that's a really interesting line, because often we see the other side as the enemy, or we see them as actually as maybe evil in what they push forward and forget that they are probably misinformed. And that may be a better place to start. I want to pick up on that, but I wanted to ask you one more question on the debate, because some of the headlines, I mean, even CNN talked about 67% thought that Trump won. From their viewers and 33% thought the Biden one, I don't know where how those 33% were watching; maybe they were sleeping, I don't know. You were pulling The White House staff. They could have been but and then a lot of the headlines. I mean, New York post: this debate was a blowout for Trump, political Democrats really have no way to spin this. And New York Times piece: Joe Biden is a good man a good president, but he must buy out of the race. And then CNN did that fact check and and showed a lot of the stuff was incorrect. Independent in the U.K: I really didn't know what he said and I think, I don't think he does either, which was a quote from Trump. That was the headline of the article. Trump pulls no punches as Biden struggles in debate Sky News an unmitigating disaster for Biden and tv debate with Trump as he faces calls from democrats to step aside which is what you touched on. Then The Guardian, who will replace Joe Biden, and a lot of other publications beginning to talk about who will replace for the first time ever, actually. It's been more the conservative side, but actually seeing the left. And it seemed as though simply on the end with Joe Biden taking him by the hand and leading the poor guy off stage where Trump just walks off. All of that. Seem to be put out to say, actually, he's not able to continue. And I'm firmly of the view, not that I would put money on it, even after our conversation, but actually, Michelle Obama seems to tick all the boxes the Democrats want. So they think. I'll tell you what, here's my thought about it. And maybe I'm totally wrong, not like I had my finger on the pulse of the average Democrat voter. But she seems to me to check the boxes for the elite Democrat set. The elites, they're the ones that you the only ones you're allowed to hear from, really, on cable news. So, Michelle Obama, she is, I think I was saying I grew up beneath the poverty line. I'm now very much not. The liberals in the suburbs and the really nice neighbourhoods think she's the greatest thing since sliced bread. I'll tell you who I don't think thinks that. Union Democrats, people working with their hands, which historically was a huge voting bloc for Democrats. And they've already been peeling off a lot long before she came along. Then Hispanics. I mean, again, Hispanics are very practical people. There's no cocktail circuit that they're going to care about as much. These are like, some of them are new Americans, but a lot of them are not. People forget. We have a very large Hispanic community that's Cuban in South Florida and Venezuelan from the central and South America. You've got the Puerto Ricans in New York. [20:39] You've got Mexicans in Texas. [20:42] And we we have in this southwestern part of the country, Hispanics who were here long before we were, like literally, they didn't immigrate anywhere in the last probably thousand years. So, they're a huge demographic that's now flipping Republican. And people marvelled at this last election. These were once Native American tribes. Then they were conquered by the Mexicans, specifically the Spanish government when they were still in control of Mexico. Then they were Texians because they'd won their independence from Mexico. Then they joined the United States. So, the borders just keep running over top of these folks. That's a huge demographic. What is it about Michelle Obama that appeals to them at all? I can't think of really one reason why. What has she accomplished, really? They don't care about checking boxes and woke politics. These are people who care about inflation and crime and immigration, obviously, for where they live is going to be the big issue for them. I'm just not at all sure. Then how about all of the new immigrants who come from countries? Where women don't have the status that they have here? How about countries where, you know, if women testify in court, their testimony is worth half of a man's? We're importing immigrants from countries where that is the practice. That is the belief system. Why are they going to go for Michelle Obama? I just don't, I don't see it. Okay, well, we'll watch it and see if her surname carries her forward or whether they choose someone else. But I 100% agree, that everything was played out to show that Biden is not able to stand us, whether Jill Biden accepts us, maybe that could be the sticking point. I'm sure she's enjoying that position in the White House. Jacki, I'm interested in your thoughts on the whole march of cultural Marxism, which you've seen over the past couple of decades, really, through every institution, not only in the US, but here in the UK and across Europe. And during this election, immigration and the economy are the two big issues, whether it's in the European elections just passed or the French elections just happening, the UK elections coming up in days or the US election in November. It's actually interesting the same issues which is border control, immigration, and the economy, but the whole issue of cultural Marxism and how it's torn up a lot of our institutions and I'm wondering how that kind of fits in in regards to rewriting American history, and then we'll get on to kind of education, the whole gender debate, but where does that fit into this, presidential election? So, I mean, we now have reached, the Marxists have now reached a critical mass of young people. So, let's say people under the age of maybe who genuinely are buying into what they're. Which is that there's an us versus the oppressor. So they're permitting the people teaching them to divide us. That's the first issue. And it's just a modern application. And because they don't have enough evidence, I mean, they tried earlier in American history in the last 100 years to divide us, lower income bracket, upper income bracket. They introduced the words class. That's why I try so hard to avoid using the words working class, upper middle class. The word class itself is dividing. It just means, you know, let's call them upper income, lower income. It didn't work in America because frankly, I mean, I grew up in a lower income family. Our lives were not that bad. You know, I don't recall ever going hungry, ever going homeless. We were free. We could say what we wanted, do what we wanted. It wasn't like Europe where only the elite could hunt. We could hunt, we could fish and feed ourselves and grow our own crops. We all had gardens growing up. Our lives were pretty good. The socioeconomic Marxism really never caught on here. gear. So, they shifted gears. And now it's all about your immutable characteristics, race, sex, or now they'll fluid it with gender. Race and sex, you inherited those completely beyond any control of your own from the moment of your conception, not the moment of your birth, the moment of your conception. You were encoded with your DNA as male or female, black, white, whatever. And so this has been success. What's amazing is they had to do the bag of checks and go back 400 years to the 1619 Project to be able to find sins big enough to cause people to begin to question whether or not America was good, whether or not they are good, whether or not their parents are any good and their grandparents. And so what I see happening, and it's the critical theory school, the Frankfurt School and all that, you're seeing them use critical theory, which in my mind is the cheapest theory. Easiest, lowest bar school. And all it does is say, all right, let's take whatever it is we want to destroy, zoom in on the worst moments in the history, moments in a person's life, blow them up out of all proportion and pretend they're representative. And by all means, what you will never want to do is actually show the other side of that person or that country. Here's the truth, right? You can destroy any country or people or person with that approach. There is no people group that didn't practice slavery. And in fact, Americans were one of the first to abolish it. I mean, slavery is going on right now all over the world. There are more people enslaved right now than in any other time in history. Do people even know that? They don't, because if they did, the fault wouldn't break down along racial lines that the Marxists need to get what they want politically in this country. It's just a matter of changing the perspective of the kids they're brainwashing and saying, just a minute, let me ask you one question. What country would you rather live in, the United States or pick a Marxist country? Pick one. Cuba, Russia, some of the middle America countries have hard left governments. Some of the South American countries, you know, I don't see you rushing their border the way the people from those countries are rushing our border. Why is that? Why do they want to be here? We must be doing something right. Would you like to talk about what we're doing right? You know, would Would you like to talk about what's so great about America or the West or Christendom as it was once known? Countries that have a Christian background? I mean, one of the things I thank God for is that I was born in this country and I wasn't born an Iraqi Christian in the last 30 years. Or a Syrian Christian or a Lebanese Christian. The war on Christians and the genocide that's happened against Christians around the world, not just in the Middle East and North Africa, but all over the place, is an outrage. And no one seems too concerned about that. Why? Why aren't Americans under the age of 40 taught about that? Why not? Instead of learning about the genocide that's happening today. They're learning about something that happened 400 years ago. They have to reach back 400 years. And still, if I were born, you know, check their boxes. If I were a young, black, female, bisexual, I'd far rather live in the United States than live in any other country. Period. Period. And so what are we doing right? Why is that true? And why is nobody asking these questions? So, I guess what I'm saying is it's a critical theory. [29:50] And you can get people to understand this by applying it to one human being, rather than looking at countries, rather than needing a command of world history, which most people don't have, because the Department of Education scrubbed that out of the curriculum a long time ago to make sure you can't do this analysis I'm asking you to do. Let's look at one person. Let's take the Christian view of this, which is you can take any human being and, and take the worst moments of their lives where they behave the worst, they did the worst thing that they're most ashamed of, that they most regret. You can zoom in on that and put it up on a big, you know, overhead projector. Let me show you how old I am and overhead projector and, or put it up on your social media and pay for it to go viral and show the world that one worst moment in that human being's life and pretend like that represents their life. There's nothing else to know, right? They've never done anything good in their life. There's no redeeming anything about that person. This is it. That's what the Marxists do. That's what the politics is about today. And it's about dehumanizing and demonizing that person or that country or that culture or that faith off the very worst moments in history three with the very worst people who ever phony put on the mantra and that, that label. So, I guess it's just, it's the critical thinking that we have to teach to the younger people so they don't fall victim to this warring against their own people, their own family, you know, people who won't even speak to their parents anymore because they, they believe something different about supply side economics or taxation or something. It's ridiculous. And that's brainwashing. And it's what What brainwashers do, they isolate you from everyone who ever loved you. So, they can have their way with you in your brain. And so it's not that the kids are bad, and it's not that they're stupid. It's none of those things. And you have to refrain from getting angry about it and calling people names, because it's actually that nobody has ever taught them real history. No one has ever taught them how to think critically, because that's the last thing that the Marxists want. I was talking to a lady yesterday in Texas who is doing education reform. Now, she said, this is in Texas now, they don't even want to give the kindergartners pencils or crayons. God forbid they might learn how to read and write. You know, it was illegal in slave-holding countries to teach the slaves how to read. You know why? They might actually advance in society. They're harder to subdue. And now they're doing the exact same thing in Texas schools or someone's trying to make that the policy. This is an outrage. And they do it on the basis of not every kid can read and write. Not every kid can succeed. We need to care about the people at the lower end who can't succeed. And that is a thinly veiled excuse for keeping them down. We got to call this what it is. That is victimization. That's a predator trying to keep those kids down. It's really disgusting. And there are very few people who are truly the bad people. Again, it's only the operatives who want to keep us divided and want to keep people ignorant. We have to recognize this is so important. It's a teeny little sliver of the population. It's not the Democrat party. Most Democrats don't feel that way. It's some of the people at the top of the apparatus who are funding things, who run the media. And we all need to kind of get together against that teeny little sliver of bad people trying. And why do they do it? You know, it's about power and money. It's about separating people from their rights and their money and their autonomy and their self-determination. Anyway, I could go on for a long time. As you can see, I'm very passionate about this and reframing the debate so that people aren't having their heritage stripped from them. Americans should be very proud to be Americans. There's a lot we do right. And that's why there are millions of people flooding our border to get in here. And nowhere else in the world do you see that. Yeah, I agree. We're seeing British history rewritten where the British Empire is now something awful instead of looking at how William Wilberforce was the forefront of actually freeing, stopping slavery and then looking at the educational side, the health side, transport, all those things that were provided and history is rewritten. And it kind of fits into in the US where Make America Great Again is an uplifting message of hope, of actually bringing the country to where it should be. And that's now degraded as evil and hateful. It's curious where making a country great is regarded as awful. It's, yeah, a curious mix. It's a very difficult mantra to try to demonize, but people have certainly tried. And so, you know, they're like, what he's trying to say, they make this up. Okay. They're saying what Trump is trying to say is that somehow we were great when we were less diverse. It's like, actually, this country has always been diverse. Always. There's never been a day, a day since America existed from the 1700s that we didn't have have. Native Americans, especially all over the frontier, wherever that was, we have, you know, always had, at least since the 1700s, a hefty percentage of Black Americans. We had, as you know, the Spanish were in Florida, the French were in the North, the Dutch, you know, it used to be Dutch in New York before it was English, before we renamed it York. Yeah. But anyway, and of course, as I told you, the people in the Southwest, they were always tribal and they're still there. They're not on reservations. They live in Laredo. They live in El Paso. So anyway, it's always been a diverse country. Therefore, the slogan, Make America Great Again, in, does not hearken back to some, this is what they, his enemies want you to believe, like it harkens back to some time when America was all white. When was that? But because their sense of history is about as deep as their lifetime, or maybe not even that long, they became politically conscious five years ago. So, nothing existed before five years ago. And so anyway, I mean, sometimes I make fun of the the people on the other side just because you have to laugh or cry. You got to have some fun sometime. But really, there's a great mission in front of us to educate people about real history and some of it is dark, some of it is bad, and then we have to own it. When you were in Texas, for example. My studio, part of the studio is a museum. It's called the American Journey Experience. And the museum highlights all kinds of things from Hollywood and its history to, you know, to the Geneva Bible, to crime and punishment. There's an electric chair in there showing you some of the really dark stuff. And Glenn Beck is, you know, running that project. And he's like the the lead host at the Blaze Media. He thought it was important to take all the horrible things in history and showcase them accurately, which sometimes it's actually worse than you think. Sometimes it's better than you think. But also there's American greatness in the museum. You can also see a whole library of burned books that the Nazis burned in World War II. So, you know, it's just a lot of great stuff that you can't really get anywhere else. And so that's the importance of history. We have to tell it all. The good and the bad. Concede the bad points. But make sure the good points are taught. And you're making me jealous again and I did see some of that. I thought it's so essential that that story, that history is preserved because there seems to be an onslaught everywhere. One of the other tidelines is America first. First and this is something that actually Europe are struggling with actually nations being the priority for the government which should be the first duty of any government putting the country and citizens first and we've ended up a duty of the government seems to be putting the citizens last. I mean when Trump was in the White House he there were many things that he wanted to do with manufacturing, with energy, and I know your background in energy, and he always talked about being energy independent. And we've moved away, not only in America, but in Britain, we've got gas in the North Sea, and we were energy independent for decades. But we've moved away from that to shipping LPG from foreign countries, and that seems better than actually producing it under our own feet. But that must be another part of Trump's call for November to actually put America first and to use the resources that America has instead of relying on other countries. Right. So, you know, COVID should have taught us about strategic commodities. There were all kinds of things that we needed and we weren't sure that we would have them, whether it's pharmaceuticals like antibiotics or whether it's PPE is what we call it. But that's basically during COVID, it's all the sterile stuff, the masks, you know, the gloves, the simple stuff, plastic barriers. America doesn't manufacture anything anymore. Well, take that problem and put it on steroids when you're talking about oil and gas. Oil and gas run the world, even now and even for the foreseeable future, at least 20 years from now. Anything to the contrary is just a lie. It's just a lie. Imagine this in in the first two world wars the united states supplied about 70 percent of the oil and gas or the fuel to the allies that was needed to win those wars if it weren't for American oil and gas and American steel as well those wars would have gone the other direction, understand it. So, that's why you know Hitler was trying so hard to get Baku Azerbaijan on. That's the oldest oil field in the world. It's huge. And he really needed that to continue the war. That's a lot of what went wrong for him. And thank God it went wrong for him. And so it was us storming the beaches of Europe at this time with oil and natural gas. And it's one reason why the pipeline that the Russians lost was such a big deal too. Because everyone knows fossil fuels are still what run the world. It's the reason why China's building all these coal plants, because they're smart. They have to somehow take care of 1.3 or more billion people. You can't do that without fossil fuels. We are watching this bizarre suicide that our federal government is trying to impose upon us. Right now, the U.S. is the number one oil producer on Earth. We're the number one natural gas producer on Earth. That wasn't true before the fracking revolution. So first you saw the attack on fracking. It supposedly is destroying groundwater. It's destroying the air and all that proved false. It was debunked. Then it was methane. Then it's attack pipelines. Suddenly pipelines are evil, even though they're obviously the most green way of moving the hydrocarbon because the alternatives are rail and truck. When you stop the pipeline, all you're doing is moving it to rail and truck, which has like 20 times the carbon footprint of a pipeline. So anyway, back to what Trump needs to do is make clear to people, number one, face the reality. With math and with physics, it is not possible to run this country on wind and solar, nor is it green, by the way, but that's a much longer conversation. But when you watch people make really bad decisions like like RFK Jr. And Governor Cuomo, who banned fracking in New York, an outrage. New York is rich in shale. It has one of the most monstrous shale plays in the country. Pennsylvania chose to develop it. So, you have like a lot of wealth in Pennsylvania. These poor farmers up in New York, they can't have any of that money and the New Yorkers can't have any of the gas. So guess what? The result is that the Russians are pulling their tankers into the Northeast to give New York its natural gas. And the New Yorkers are paying the Russians and therefore or have been since over the time when they did the ban, which I think was 2014. Russians are a little more suppressed at this point. But for a long, long, long time, that's what happened. Now you're paying Russia for your fuel. Congratulations. You didn't change one thing about the amount of fossil fuels you're burning. All you're doing is giving Putin money to fuel a war. And so this is what happens. But the New Yorkers really believed that if they voted for the fracking ban, they were all going to just magically hop over to wind and solar, which can't even fuel that state. Apparently, all the battery storage in the country right now could run New York City for an hour. So, yeah, but they were lied to. They were lied to. And so they didn't know that. hey would never have made that choice if they'd had the real facts that people like Governor Cuomo and RFK Jr. Miseducated them because they were miseducated themselves. Yeah, not huge. I think energy needs to be; without energy actually economy collapses nothing works and energy is is absolutely central and forefront to to anything.. Jacki, I really do appreciate your time covering obviously the debate that we've just had and touching on some of those key issues which I think will be front and foremost in this election campaign. So, thank you so much for giving us your time today. Thank you, Peter. And thank you for the opportunity. It's really fun to connect across the ocean here, have this conversation. I really appreciate everything you do. Oh, thank you. You keep up the great work.

I welcome my new friend Lina Abujamra who invites us on a compelling journey through the ups and downs of faith, the role of suffering, and the unfathomable depths of God's grace. One of my favorite quotes from her book exemplifies this. She says, “mercy is never deserved, but always desired, and the key to unlocking it is simply to receive it.” Amen! She also adds, “God loves us not because we believe it, but despite the fact that we don't.” Amen again!! As I reflect on our conversation, here's the main takeaway: Lina reminded me of the unfathomable-but-so-true depth of grace amidst the chaos of life. Her Christ-centered transformation, her candidness in sharing her struggles, and the indescribable nature of God's grace left me with a very real hope in the grace I have received in Christ alone. May we embrace grace in all its messy, beautiful, and transformative glory, knowing that God's love extends far beyond our moments of weakness and failure. Allow me to tell you a little more. And remember - Lina goes a hundred miles an hour, and our conversation reflects every bit of her 100% passion for Christ! So, as soon as we get started, she dives headfirst into the turbulent waters of suffering, highlighting her experience of God's grace amid hardship. From Lina's childhood in war-torn Lebanon to her struggles with church hurt and not one, but two broken engagements, she reminds us that grace isn't just a feel-good notion; it's a lifeline we cling to in the stormiest of seas. Through Lina's story, we see the transformative power of grace as God teaches her to turn her pain and disappointment into a purposeful journey of healing and growth. Lina transparently shares her experience of church hurt and the rollercoaster of emotions and doubt it triggered. Her raw honesty about the struggle of leaving her church and the subsequent crisis of faith will speak straight to the hearts of many who have found themselves on a similar rocky road. Lina's openness about embracing weakness and the need for humility in allowing God to become our strength is a reality check in the best way possible, resonating with anyone wrestling with their own spiritual journey amidst the messiness of life. Lina's insights from her book, "Don't Tell Anyone You're Reading This," shed light on the relentless struggle to understand and receive grace. Her own dance with legalism and the expectation of earning God's favor will strike a chord with those of us who have felt the inescapable weight of our very real imperfections. Through Lina's journey of grappling with the depth of God's unconditional love, I feel challenged to ponder anew my understanding of grace, and to embrace the sheer magnificence of experiencing God's love in my many failures and corresponding messiness. We do also talk about her latest Bible Study, “A table in the wilderness,” which I devoured. Stories of God's tables of blessing are woven throughout Scripture. In addition to an introduction about why God chooses to feed us in order to teach us about His goodness, A Table in the Wilderness offers in-depth Bible study on five tables that God offers as physical and spiritual reminders of His love, mercy, and overflowing kindness: -       Salvation (Passover)—when you need to be rescued -       Unexpected belonging (King David's table)—when you deserve to be punished -       Overflowing satisfaction (the wedding at Cana)—when you feel empty -       Remembrance (the Lord's Supper)—when you're likely to forget -       Eternal celebration (the marriage supper of the Lamb)—when life is hard This substantive, applicable, and richly spiritual study includes a QR code for quick access to streaming videos, spiritual exercises for contemplation and prayer, a self-reflection tool, and a leader's guide for small group study. Even in the most unexpected places—our weaknesses, our sins, our doubts—God loves to invite us into His presence. You are invited! 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Jonathan Elkhoury, Lebanese-Israeli Christian, LGBTQ+ activist, public diplomacy adviser and commentator on Middle East affairs. Today we discuss the history, motives and power of Hezbollah and its puppet-master, Iran. Jonathan shares his escape story from Lebanon, his experiences as a gay, Christian, Lebanese Israeli and his hopes for peace between Israel and Lebanon.Stay up to date:www.stateofanationpodcast.comX: https://twitter.com/stateofapodInstagram: https://www.instagram.com/stateofapodFacebook: https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=61556030695001 LinkedIn: www.linkedin.com/company/state-of-a-nationFollow Jonathan at: https://twitter.com/Jonathan_Elk

Originally from a small Christian community in Lebanon, Jonathan El Khoury is now a prominent Israeli activist, working tirelessly to promote ties between Israel and the minority communities in them. His Reservists on Duty project has defended Israel from its detractors on college campuses across the United States, and El Khoury himself has supported the empowering of Israeli Christians and Muslims to enlist in the IDF. Host Steven Shalowitz sits down with El Khoury to discuss growing up in and being forced to leave Lebanon, adjusting to life in Israel, and his thoughts on the October 7 attacks.

Lebanese Christian Shocked the Nation with his Conversion to Islam!

Kahlil Gibran, a Lebanese Christian from a predominantly Muslim country, wrote "The Prophet" using Christian and Islamic elements to, ironically, discourage rigid religious teachings that lead to conflict. Guest: Gus Mitchell, Freelance Writer and Contributor for JSTOR Daily Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Seg 1: Kahlil Gibran, a Lebanese Christian from a predominantly Muslim country, wrote "The Prophet" using Christian and Islamic elements to, ironically, discourage rigid religious teachings that lead to conflict. Guest: Gus Mitchell, Freelance Writer and Contributor for JSTOR Daily Seg 2: There are some common household food staples that are costing you more than the gas in your car! Guest: Scott Shantz, Contributor for Mornings with Simi Seg 3: View From Victoria: Looking at the legislation today to fast track the recognition of credentials for international professionals, and it's not just doctors and nurses. We get a local look at the top political stories with the help of Vancouver Sun columnist Vaughn Palmer. Seg 4: On October 6, it was revealed that 23andMe, a company collecting genetic data for ancestry and health tests, experienced a significant data breach. Guest: Ignacio Cofone, Associate Professor and Canada Research Chair in Artificial Intelligence Law & Data Governance at McGill University Seg 5: Israel says its soldiers carried out a limited raid inside Gaza overnight to find out more about where hostages are being held by Hamas. The Israeli airstrikes on Gaza continued too, as reports say a third aid convoy has entered the besieged Palestinian enclave. Guest: Redmond Shannon, European Correspondent for Global News Seg 6: Let's talk Seasonal affective Disorder, or SAD! Guest: Dr Michael Mak, psychiatrist and sleep disorder specialist at the Centre for Addiction and Mental Health. Seg 7: Opposition parties are demanding the resignation of Minister of Child and Family Development, Mitzi Dean, following a damning audit that exposed consistent failures in protecting children in foster care.  Guest: Adam Olsen, BC Green Party MLA for Saanich North Seg 8: The archaeological work in the fire-ravaged Village of Lytton faces criticism from frustrated residents who feel the reconstruction process is moving too slowly. Guest: Peter Martell, Executive Director of Operations at AEW Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

In our latest episode, episode 85, titled "Living Six Miles From Lebanon," we were graced by the unexpected but deeply enriching presence of Efraim Goldstein, a missionary with Chosen People Ministries. What started as a prayer night in our community turned into an eye-opening conversation when Efraim walked in and we decided to hit the record button. Efraim has been in ministry with his wife, Jeannie, since 1975. They've spent the last few decades in Israel, serving communities and sharing the love of Yeshua. Currently, Efraim pastors the Light of Galilee Congregation in Nahariyya, a city that lies just six miles from the Lebanese border. His congregation is unique as it consists of both Jews and Arabs, and he even co-pastors with a Lebanese Christian. His early years in a Conservative Jewish home in the Bronx instilled in him a deep love for his Jewish heritage. However, it was in college, amidst the turbulence of the 1960s counter-culture, where he discovered Yeshua as the promised Messiah. Ever since, he's carried a burden to share this life-changing message, especially within Israel. According to Efraim, "Israel is one of the most open places to share the message of Yeshua with other Jewish people. All you need is some courage, and the willingness to share your faith." As if the night couldn't get any more remarkable, a Jordanian Christian friend of ours joined us toward the end. We seized the opportunity to capture her perspective on how the current events in Israel and Gaza are affecting the Jordanian Arab community. Right now, Efraim is heading back to Israel, to a community on edge as tensions with Hezbollah escalate. We invite you to keep him, his family, and his congregation in your prayers. This episode provides firsthand insights into what life really is like so close to conflict and how faith plays a pivotal role in navigating these uncertain times. 

NOTE: This episode amplifies lessons from The Blue Cord Group Study Session 3.Ever grappled with doubts that hinder you from being a true witness of your faith?Join Karen and Mirielle in this thought-provoking episode as they delve into the doubts and assumptions that often restrain Christians from being authentic witnesses. From assumptions about people from different faiths to the fear of judgment, they share personal stories and profound insights.So, how can we break free from these limitations? Mireille passionately underscores the importance of pressing forward, fearlessly sharing the love of Jesus even when faced with potential persecution or rejection. It's about overcoming these barriers and embracing the authentic call to be a light in this world.Tune in to unravel the stories and wisdom shared, and let's challenge ourselves to shed our doubts, dismiss assumptions, and boldly be the authentic witnesses our faith calls us to be. Ready to make that commitment? Join us, and let's shine our light in a world that needs it more than ever.About The Guest(s):Mireille is a Lebanese Christian who grew up in a Catholic school but didn't truly experience the love of Jesus until she encountered God in 2015. Since then, she has dedicated her life to serving the Lord and sharing the gospel with others.Summary:In this episode, Karen and Mirielle discuss doubts and assumptions that can hold Christians back from being authentic witnesses. They share personal stories and insights on topics such as assumptions about people from other faiths, the fear of judgment, and the importance of cultivating a healthy fear of the Lord. Mirielle emphasizes the need to press forward in sharing the love of Jesus, even in the face of potential persecution or rejection.Key Takeaways:Fear of judgment can hinder Christians from sharing their faith.Cultivating a healthy fear of the Lord gives moral courage to share the gospel.Doubts and assumptions can be overcome through prayer and seeking God's guidance.Having a strong community of like-minded believers can encourage and uplift in times of doubt or fear.Quotes:"If I have the life in me, I can't keep silent." - Mireille"This book changed my life. I pray that you will read it." - Mireille"The more I can discover who He is, the more the fear of the Lord grows." - MireilleChapters:00:01:00 - Mirielle shares her background and how she met God00:03:00 - Karen's assumption that people from other faiths already know about Jesus00:04:00 - Mireille's fear of sharing her faith due to diversity in Lebanon00:05:00 - Opportunities and threats for sharing the gospel in Lebanon and North America00:08:00 - The majority of people in Lebanon have heard of Jesus but lack understanding00:10:00 - Why Mirielle presses forward to share the light of Christ00:12:00 - Mireille's recent experiences of sharing the gospel with strangers00:15:00 - Reflection on the joy of sharing the gospel

Episode 179 Notes and Links to Sarah Cypher's Work         On Episode 179 of The Chills at Will Podcast, Pete welcomes Sarah Cypher, and the two discuss, among other things, Sarah's early reading and writing and the artistic gene she inherited, finding herself (or not) in her adolescent and college reading, the research needed for her book, Palestine as a muse, and motifs and themes of identity, the pull of home, exile, familial strife from her wonderful debut novel.      Sarah Cypher is a freelance book editor and author of The Skin and Its Girl. She has an MFA from the Program for Writers at Warren Wilson College, where she was a Rona Jaffe Graduate Creative Writing Fellow in fiction. Her writing has appeared in the Washington Post, New Ohio Review, Majuscule, North American Review, LEON Literary Review, Crab Orchard Review, and others. She grew up in a Lebanese Christian family near Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, and lives in Washington, D.C., with her wife.   Buy The Skin and its Girl   Sarah Cypher's Website   Sarah's Substack   Kirkus Reviews for The Skin and its Girl       At about 2:20, Sarah talks about her mindset as the book comes out this week and her love for those helping with the cover (check out her Substack article about the cover process), editing, and promotion    At about 4:20, Sarah points to an artistic strain in her family and connects her writing and the book's art   At about 5:20, Sarah gives background on her love of reading and writing and relationship with language growing up   At about 7:30, Sarah speaks about queerness as often treated as “unspeakable” when she was growing up and how she “found herself”   At about 9:30, Sarah discusses “resistance” in this time of banning books and censorship and homophobia     At about 11:30, Pete and Sarah get very grammary as Pete points out some subtleties that make Sarah's book so good    At about 13:15, Sarah reflects on “exploring voices outside of [her] own”   At about 15:00, Sarah shouts out Patricia Engel, Rachel Cusk, and Katie Kitamura, among others, as some of her favorite and inspiring contemporary writers   At about 17:40, Sarah responds to Pete's question about muse(s) for her project and research and seeds for the book by giving background on the book's history and her own life experiences as a second-generation Arab-American (“before 9/11 and after 9/11”)   At about 22:00, Sarah details her connection to the famous soap from Nablus in Palestine   At about 24:15, Pete quotes the book's epigraph and asks Sarah about its significance to “return” and home   At about 26:10, Sarah speaks to the book as “epistolary/” “direct address” and muses on how queer literature often uses direct address structures   At about 28:25, Sarah reflects on the connections between the Tower of Babel story and Nuha Rummani's take on the story's morals and buildings/towers as motifs   At about 31:10, Pete details the book's opening sequences and discusses Betty's dramatic birth   At about 32:50, Pete and Sarah discuss Tashi and her traumas and her background    At about 36:15, Sarah talks about how Tashi and her life are burdens/gifts from the family's history and lineage   At about 37:40, The two discuss coincidences and meanings with Betty being born the day that the family soap factory was destroyed; Sarah connects to The Battle of Nablus in 2022   At about 41:20, Sarah speaks to ideas of “aftermath” in her work   At about 42:10, Pete outlines Nuha's stories and their morals and her rationale; some of these stories include the parallel storylines between Alissabat and Betty    At about 44:10, Sarah is asked about Nuha's character with regards to ideas of openness and living her truths    At about 47:30, Pete relates the saga of Betty's schooling   At about 49:10, The two discuss ideas of difference in its many iterations and assimilation   At about 50:00, Sarah talks about those who “bullied” their way into the story in response to Pete's compliments about strong women   At about 53:00, Pete and Sarah reflect on ideas of “long memories” and history's long reach   At about 57:10, The two meditate on the “pull of home” and shifting concepts of “home”    You can now subscribe to the podcast on Apple Podcasts, and leave me a five-star review. You can also ask for the podcast by name using Alexa, and find the pod on Stitcher, Spotify, and on Amazon Music. Follow me on IG, where I'm @chillsatwillpodcast, or on Twitter, where I'm @chillsatwillpo1. You can watch other episodes on YouTube-watch and subscribe to The Chills at Will Podcast Channel. Please subscribe to both my YouTube Channel and my podcast while you're checking out this episode.    Sign up now for The Chills at Will Podcast Patreon: it can be found at patreon.com/chillsatwillpodcastpeterriehl     Check out the page that describes the benefits of a Patreon membership, including cool swag and bonus episodes. Thanks in advance for supporting my one-man show, my DIY podcast and my extensive reading, research, editing, and promoting to keep this independent podcast pumping out high-quality content!    NEW MERCH! You can browse and buy here: https://www.etsy.com/shop/ChillsatWillPodcast    This is a passion project of mine, a DIY operation, and I'd love for your help in promoting what I'm convinced is a unique and spirited look at an often-ignored art form.    The intro song for The Chills at Will Podcast is “Wind Down” (Instrumental Version), and the other song played on this episode was “Hoops” (Instrumental)” by Matt Weidauer, and both songs are used through ArchesAudio.com.   Please tune in for Episode 180 with Jennifer Dawn Carlson. She is author of  Merchants of the Right: Gun Sellers and the Crisis of American Democracy, and Associate Professor of Sociology and Government & Public Policy at the University of Arizona, and a 2022 MacArthur Fellow.     The episode will air on May 2, the Pub Day for her book!

OK, it's our stupid fault for crossing the ditch to New Zealand without taking even our basic recording gear. We could have just about coped and recorded it on our return but our flight was delayed by an hour and a half and that mean that not only would we be later than planned in getting back to Sydney but we'd be tired and grumpy too. Then I discovered my phone has an “interview” setting in its voice recorder app and all we had to do was talk into opposite ends of the Samsung to get a reasonably clear recording. So, we recorded this week's podcast in Auckland Airport's departure lounge and, with most of the airport sounds edited out, and living with the occasional “plosive” pop and puff from using this basic equipment, we present it for your enjoyment. In it we discuss the new build-to-rent development controversially planned for an historic area of Sydney. And we chat about the dramatic drop in apartment approvals – down 40-plus per cent according to the latest Australian Bureau of Statistics figures – and ask if David Chandler is doing too good a job of driving away dodgy developers (as if such a thing were possible). Finally we dip into the Forum to ask if you can pass a by-law forcing landlords to evict bad tenants who constantly breach by-laws. That's all in this week's podcast and if you can't bear to listen to a recording that's not up to your usual high standards, you can read the transcript right here. TRANSCRIPT IN FULL Jimmy  00:00 If you can hear strange background noises in this recording, it's because we're doing our podcast in Auckland Airport, where Sue and I are about to get on a plane (we hope), back to Sydney. But there's a lot to talk about. I'm Jimmy Thomson, I write the Flat Chat column for the Australian Financial Review. Sue  00:19 And I'm Sue Williams and I write about property for Domain. Jimmy  00:21 And this is the Flat Chat Wrap. [MUSIC] Jimmy Okay Sue, there was some alarming news in the papers last week? Sue  00:42 That's right. There's been a bit of controversy about this. Over in Harris Park, in the west of Sydney, there's been an application for 483 apartments. A series of five blocks, I think, of four, six and eight storeys high and they're all going to be build-to-rent apartments and I think a lot of people feel that it shouldn't really happen, because it's in a very historic part of Harris Park, which is very close to Elizabeth Farm, where Elizabeth MacArthur and her husband, John MacArthur, started the Australian wool industry. Jimmy  01:14 That you wrote all about in your book, 'Elizabeth & Elizabeth.' Sue  01:18 Yes, absolutely. I went over there quite a bit. It's a beautiful place. It's kind of in the middle of nowhere, in lots of ways.  I haven't looked very closely at the plans for this development, but if you actually built nice -looking, affordable build-to-rent housing in the area and linked in  Elizabeth Farm, with the other historic places nearby... It's very close to Experiment Farm as well, which was the first European colonial farm that was set up in about 1834. Then there's also Dumbledore Cottage just nearby. Jimmy  01:57 Dumbledore, isn't that from Harry Potter? Sue  02:00 Same name! Jimmy  02:02 Oh, is that where she got it, do you think? Sue  02:03 Quite possibly, yes. Jimmy  02:05 So, Dumbledore Cottage, and there's a Maronite Christian Church; a Lebanese Christian church nearby, as well. Sue  02:12 A cathedral. That's just next door, as well. I guess it's got lots of esteemed neighbours and many of them are actually protesting about these plans. Jimmy  02:23 Are they just NIMBYs? Sue  02:25 Well, it's hard to know, isn't it really? The build-to-rent sector is a really important part (and becoming an even more important part) of the Australian housing sector. To recap on build-to-rent; they are apartments which the developer retains ownership off,

 A Biker Chick Becomes An FFU Student (part 13.5)By FinalStand. Listen to the complete episode, at Steamy Stories.“That is Vivian Phillips,” Iona announced my visitor. I had no doubt she had a dozen useful facts on my latest guest too.For her part, Vivian looked almost overwhelmed with the ‘improvements’ I’d made to the place.“Mr. Braxton,” Vivian said to me as she came to a stop before my sofa. I stood up and offered my hand. Rio stood and regarded Mercy. I guess I had to be happy they didn’t fall over the sofa in a fit of sexual wrestling.“So, Vivian, how do you want to handle this?” I inquired.“You will stay in your room until I pick you up and you will stay in each class until I take you to your next class or activity,” she strictly informed me.“We’ll see how that works out,” I joked.“No, Zane, that is how it is going to be,” Vivian explained.“Okay. What is going to happen if we miss one another?” I inquired.“How can you miss me if you stay where I tell you to wait for me?” she stated firmly.“No, I want to know what the repercussions are going to be after I’ve successfully avoided you,” I asked pleasantly.“Zane, the Board of Directors has directed the University to do this and if you dodge my duty, you will be expelled,” Vivian responded patiently.“So you don’t know,” I winked. “In that case, you can count on it that the next few months are going to be interesting for you.”“Mercy, you are going to have to sleep in my room if you hope to keep up with me,” Rio taunted her guardian.“If that is what it takes,” Mercy shot right back.“You still can’t be there every second of the day,” Rio bantered.“If I have to keep a hand on you for the rest of the semester, I will,” Mercy countered. I’d have been happy for both her and Rio if Mercy hadn’t sounded so eager.“Damn it,” Rio snapped to me. “Mercy’s got me so stymied and pissed off that I’m going to be up half the night working off my aggression.” I rolled my eyes and Iona blushed as Paige and Valerie came up into the room.“What’s going on?” both Val and Paige asked.“Mercy doesn’t trust me so she’s going to be with me every night from here on out,” Rio pseudo-sulked. Valerie’s groan was a lot more real and justified. I should have sensed the psychic chemistry going on around me; I could have used that bit of insight to run.“You two…” Paige directed to Vivian and Mercy, “…should keep these two together as much as possible to minimize the damage they can do.”“Well they can’t stay in my dorm room,” Valerie sounded disappointed, “so they’ll have to use Zane’s bedroom. It is the only safe place to store them.”“I’m not going to spend time in Zane Braxton’s bedroom,” Vivian shook her head.“Perhaps if you took a look at Zane’s room before passing judgment,” Iona offered. Vivian was about to make a rebuttal, then took another look around the room.“Okay,” she allowed.Our little troop made our way to my screened-off area of the floor.“Where are you going with this, Paige?” I asked my albino sexual siren quietly.“Around the third time I drug Vivian to unconsciousness, she’s going to figure out what’s going on so a long-term solution suggests that your current girlfriends put you and Vivian together so that you can convert her to your side,” Paige outlined with newfound tolerance.“I’m too damn experienced with you to argue, Paige,” I confessed.“Your ability to be smarter than a hamster on a wheel is refreshing,” Paige rewarded me with a stroke on the cheek. We stumbled at the entrance to my boudoir as Vivian had to take it in. She was so 'enraptured’ with my extravagance that she missed Rio sneak up on Mercy from behind.Rio put both hands under Mercy’s skirt. One clearly coaxed along her buttocks while the left move around and began to gently caress her pubic area from the front.“Someone’s not wearing their underwear,” I barely heard Rio whisper in Mercy’s ear. “For being such a good girl, I’m going to do something special to you tonight; Zane’s room at 10:00 o'clock.”Mercy obviously tingled all over at the news.“Don’t plan on getting any sleep,” Rio teased softly, “I want the taste of hot little bitch-flesh on my tongue all night long, and since I can’t have anyone worthwhile, I’ll have…fuck it; I want you tonight, Mercy. Don’t think for a minute that I care about you, though.”“Okay,” Mercy turned halfway to Rio’s lips, “I understand.” Mercy did have this contented ephemeral smile on her face that I was hoping Rio didn’t catch. If Rio did, she didn’t show it, but then Rio hated to acknowledge that anyone cared for her.“Thank Cordelia for me,” I turned to Paige. I figured the only way Rio ended up with Mercy was someone rigged the process in her favor.“That was me,” Paige confessed. “I tried to stack the odds in your favor with Joy Jefferson but that didn’t work out so well."Thank you,” I expressed appreciatively.“Thank me by hooking my legs over your elbows and fuck me standing up,” Paige beamed raw sexual hunger my way. “I want to go bouncy, bouncy, bouncy on my personal pleasure toy.” She finished by licking her lips. I wish she wouldn’t refer to my cock as her toy or look at me the way a starving dog looks at a fresh pork chop.Valerie motioned me forward now that Vivian had started walking around my bedroom.“What is that platform for?” Vivian muttered to me once she realized I’d come to her side.“It is my bed,” I informed her. “Now do you see why you could sleep with me and we would both be okay?”“I am not sleeping with you,” Vivian insisted.“I could sleep on one side and you could be on the other and we couldn’t even touch fingers,” I insisted.“No,” Vivian announced.“I’ll fight you for it,” I gambled.“What?” Vivian stared my way. Clearly, my move caught my friends off guard as well.“You take me and I’ll behave for a month. If I beat you, then you move into – my floor – for a month, and you still get to keep an eye on me,” I offered.“I am not staying in your room no matter what,” Vivian declared indignantly.“All the sofas are sleepers,” I explained. “You wouldn’t be in my room, plus you have your own shower and bathroom as well as the other amenities that have been put in.”“That is not going to happen,” she insisted.“Oh, my apology; I didn’t know you were afraid of me,” I shrugged.“I’m not afraid of you, and I’m not going to be baited by you either,” she shot back.“Then fight me, pin me to the ground, and have things your way,” I challenged her.“Coach Gorman told us not to fight him alone if we could avoid it,” Mercy jumped in. “If the Coach couldn’t put him down quickly, you don’t have a chance, Vivian.”That was so cold, and I’d have never thought Mercy could have pulled it off, luring Vivian in the way she did.“Fine, let’s go to the gym and settle this,” Vivian growled her acceptance of my dare.“Let’s fight here,” I countered.“In your room?” she worried.“In life, the arena you find yourself fighting in rarely presents itself as an even surface,” I pointed out.“That would be true, Ms. Phillips,” Dana Gorman confirmed from the entrance.“Dana,” I exhaled with some relief.“That would be Coach Gorman to you, delinquent,” Dana smiled at me.“Coach!” Mercy squealed, hugging the only real adult in the room. I was pleased to note that Vivian seemed genuinely happy at the news of Dana being back on the job too.“Cool it, Mercy,” Dana chuckled. “Technically, I’m still Ms. Gorman until 6:00 a.m. tomorrow morning when my re-instatement goes into effect.” She patted Mercy on the back before they separated. “I am mildly curious as to what you are doing here in Zane’s room, Vivian. I normally credit you with better sense.”“Are you saying I’m senseless, Coach Hot-cheeks?” Rio snickered at Dana.“Rio, my understanding of you begins with your friendship with Zane, which pretty much explains every other insane stunt you two have been involved with since your arrival,” Dana smiled back.“Coach, I can explain,” Vivian finally got out. “I was assigned to Zane as his guardian by the Board of Directors and they said…um…”“That you should go to Zane’s bedroom and get into a fight?” Dana concluded. Vivian gulped, nodded and then shook her head.“Get used to it, Vivian,” Coach nodded knowingly. “If you are going to be hanging around with Zane, you need to get used to things like this happening. These inexplicable events occur on a regular basis. By the way, Zane: Thank you.”“No problem, Coach,” I grinned.“What was that for?” Vivian asked.“Zane fought to get my job back,” Dana Gorman nodded.“Why would he do that?” Vivian wondered. “You put him through hell.”“Yeah, I was asking myself the same question,” Rio chimed in.“She’s good for the university,” I answered, “and they were going to cancel the athletics program.”“Vivian, you should be more concerned how you are going to beat Zane,” Dana stated.“Valerie, could you get Vivian one of your sports bras and a pair of Rio’s shorts?” I requested.“I’m not going to strip in front of you,” Vivian said indignantly as Valerie left to do as I asked.“I’ll leave the room if you like,” I shrugged.“I’ll take video evidence,” Rio leered at Vivian.“Rio, I’ll slam you inside one of Zane’s wardrobes if you don’t behave,” Dana warned.“Zane will stick up for me,” Rio puffed out her chest defiantly.“Yeah, I was considering that,” Dana laughed. “That turns a six-second fight into a sixty-second fight, but you are still ending up in the closet.”“And to think Rio spent so many of her formative years coming out of the closet,” Paige jabbed.“Paige, I’d slap you for that but I know Zane doesn’t want a bruise on that swank body of yours.” Rio taunted the tender-fleshed albino Paige.“I keep begging him to trade you to me for a night but Zane insists that you two are exclusive for now,” Rio kept at it despite Paige’s arousal. “I’m holding out for you, though.”“I’m confident that Zane will keep making the right decisions,” Paige rose to the challenge.“Wait,” Vivian waved her hands sideways, “Zane is really sleeping with a bunch of women? I thought that was an exaggeration.”“Did I come at a bad time?” Barbie Lynn spoke up. She was holding a suitcase and a carry-on bag. Behind her was Millicent with one suitcase and Raven with a dress bag. I was reminded that Barbie Lynn would be moving back into the dorm as dorm mother in the morning, but she was currently between places and clearly expected to spend the night here, in my room, with me.“Come on in,” I offered Barbie Lynn as I crossed over to get her bag. Vivian stepped up and put a hand on my arm to stop me.“Barbie Lynn will not be staying in your room tonight!” Vivian laid down the law.“Vivian, you always ranked higher than me in the club hierarchy and I have a bad knee, but if you have a problem with me, face me, not Zane,” Barbie Lynn growled.“Don’t worry, Babe,” I soothed Barbie, “I’m working on a solution right now.”“Zane, slap this skank” (referring to Vivian), Rio snarled. “She put her hand on you so defend yourself all over her punk ass.”“Vivian is only doing her job,” I addressed Rio. “I’m not going to hold that against her.”“Zane, is this another one?” Raven inquired about Vivian’s sexual status with me.“No. She’s my official guardian, and as soon as I kick her ass, she’s going to sleep on one of the main room’s sofas for a month,” I explained.“No, when I win, I will exclude everyone from this floor except you, me and the dorm mother,” Vivian countered.Valerie came bolting into the room with the clothes, Opal, and Cappadocia.“I will go change into shorts outside. Vivian, you change here. Coach, can you referee the match?” I tried to bring some order to the chaos. Vivian ground her teeth but took the clothes and started to strip before I got my own clothes.“Zane, stay on - change in the corner. There are too many freshmen girls out there,” Vivian conceded.“You two should decide if you want to stick to Zane’s bedroom or cover the entire floor,” Dana stated.“I leave that to Vivian,” I allowed. Vivian chose the full floor and Dana decided that things would remain cluttered – the students would remain on the floor as obstacles to fight around, believing we were good enough to not smack a civilian.“Good job, Vivian,” Dana congratulated her senior student. “Use the terrain to counter his reach advantage."Any advice for me?” I asked.“Yes. Don’t get that pretty face beaten up,” she smiled snidely at me.“That will teach Zane to take your side on anything,” Rio sneered.“I’m not on your faction’s side, Rio,” Dana confirmed, “but it doesn’t mean Zane and I aren’t friends.”“I’m fine,” I assured Rio. “Tell us when, Coach.” Dana looked Vivian and I over.“Go!” she snapped.Vivian caught me off guard by running away but I quickly gave chase. She compounded the situation by scrambling across a pool table in play then kicking at me when I came around the side. She followed up on that advantage with a series of punches that drove me over the back of a chair. Girls were screaming, squealing, and running all around us.She advanced around the chair so I bolted over the closest sofa. Now Vivian pursued. She launched a flying kick over the sofa. I folded under it and was a millisecond faster on the recovery. My punch hit her in the ribs and pushed her back. A flurry of blows rained down on me. I tried to drive her back but Vivian’s technique was too close to perfect for me to beat through.Vivian switched up with a series of swift front kicks to buy some room, then started maneuvering again.“She’s a righty,” Valerie told me. That meant she was right-handed, thus she made most of her attacks and blocks from the right, covering the left instinctively. Since the right was not significantly stronger in most athletes, you could wear down an opponent by concentrating your attacks on the over-extended right, or so the theory went.Even then, it took two minutes to catch her calf with a kick and put her down. She rolled out of my attempted hold but ended up on her ass, back to a chair.“Five-minute break,” I offered. Vivian blinked but took the hand I offered to help her stand up. “Drink,” I motioned to the juice dispenser. She looked at me funny, then went to get one.“Be careful, Vivian; he’s trying to get inside your head, convince you he’s not such a bad guy,” Dana counseled her female student.“No kind words for me?” I joked.“I already know you are a good guy, Zane. The only reason you cut Vivian some slack was that you would rather have her friendship than the win, which is far more dangerous to Vivian,” Dana winked at me.I took a Grapefruit juice while Vivian drank some Gatorade, both with our backs to the sink. I caught her stealing some looks my way.“Next time I’ll pin you,” she told me while looking away.“We both have to be thinking that or we wouldn’t be fighting,” I responded.“The difference is that I am right,” she said as we made eye to eye contact.“FFU doesn’t teach you to be second best,” I nodded, which brought a smile to her face.“Thirty seconds,” Iona warned us. We picked spots ten feet apart and were ready when Dana gave the word.Since my previous strategy had relied on attrition, Vivian went for a quick, lightning series of attacks. She rebounded off sofas, tables, and chairs as she drove me about the room. At a crucial moment she drove her foot into my thigh above the knee and sent me sprawling into a crowd of observers. As Vivian closed in for the kill, I spilled a startled freshman into her.By the time she disentangled herself from my distraction, I was on my feet. Her glare told me she didn’t approve of my move. We crashed together; she leveraged me over and threw me onto a sofa. We grappled and rolled off the sofa and onto the floor. Vivian rammed an elbow into my throat but I wedged a knee under her hips and propelled her over my head.“You’ve done a good job, Coach Gorman,” Valerie lauded Dana on Vivian’s performance.“She’s either three or four on the team,” Dana informed the group. “It is her or Evangeline fighting for third, with Cappadocia and Wilhelmina being second and first.”“You have some weird damn names at this school,” Valerie commented.“This from an outlaw biker chick with the handle of Valkyrie?” Dana teased. “Of course, I’m also still trying to figure out how a guy who is knocking boots with Barbie Lynn Masters is giving the time of day to Paige here.”“Hey!” Paige squawked. “Zane thinks I am very good at sex, I’ll have you know.”“Trouble,” Barbie Lynn moaned. Vivian had faked me out and put a foot into my stomach that sent me cartwheeling. Me, I’d have kicked me in the calves and thighs to weaken me up but Vivian went for a stomp to my diaphragm. I rolled away, then kicked out. This is where my greater reach came into play; Vivian couldn’t fall back fast enough and I put my heel into her hip.I was up a hair before Vivian could make a counterstrike. I rolled her thrust under my arm, caught the limb and rolled the two of us onto the ground. She placed a hand underneath her and tried to shake free of me. I locked her arm, twisted, and leaned into her body.“Do you give?” I asked softly. I had her pinned and I doubted anyone here besides Dana could have escaped.“No,” she hissed. I could sense people gathering around.“Time for another five-minute break?” I inquired a little louder. Vivian gave one last surge of resistance, then relaxed.“Fine,” she grumbled, “five minutes.” I rolled off and offered her a hand.Vivian ignored it, choosing to get on all fours, then stand. She was about to walk way when she turned and extended her hand to me. She shook and headed back to the closest bar.“Zane?” at least five different girls asked me at once. I wasn’t sure why I’d let Vivian up either.“Dude, if you lose this, I am personally going to use my strap-on on your ass,” Rio growled.“I’m going to go home and start researching the most painful applications of acupuncture possible,” Paige enlightened us all.“I’ll take care of your hurts,” Barbie Lynn sympathized.“You are such a slut,” growled Rio.“No,” Opal interceded. “I think that Brandi, Barbie Lynn and I are going to be taking comfort with Zane when the rest of you bimbos have lost faith in him, leaving him lost and forlorn.”“How many of you am I going to have to fight off?” Vivian sounded worried. It was beautiful music to my ears, not to be blamed for once.“There is me,” Iona chirped, “and wait until Heaven shows up. Forty-eight hours without her Zane-fix and she’s going to look forward to dismembering someone,” she added with a pleasant sincerity. Vivian looked to me skeptically.“It is entirely my fault,” I confessed with upraised hands, “I should learn to say 'no’ from time to time. I keep leading these fine young ladies on.”“Do you see why you need to win now?” Dana asked Vivian, who looked uncertain. “You are Zane’s only hope of surviving the school year. You are a lifesaver.”“Oh, okay; let’s get back to it then,” Vivian sighed. I rolled my shoulders and followed. The second Dana gave us the nod, we attacked one another. I had hoped to catch Vivian off-guard and clearly Vivian thought the same thing.In close, Vivian had the advantage. She got several blows into my right side and I never fully recovered. Vivian got a foot behind my left leg and tumbled me down as I grabbed her shirt. Her shirt tore, we rolled – first her on top, then me before we broke up. I jabbed, she tumbled back and regained her feet, I backed up and did the same.Vivian tossed her ruined shirt aside and readied herself. Maybe a half dozen people in the room followed the next exchange of blocks and blows, Vivian hammering away at my right while I clipped her left shoulder and stomach. I saw an opening, tried to flip her but she pulled me down and ended up on top. She cocked back her fist to strike with her right while pinning my shoulder with her left.I had a hand poised at her armpit and the other half-raised to block. Vivian realized she was about to clock me in the head hard; my block wouldn’t be fast enough. Something passed between us at that moment. I hooked her under the arm, flipped us over, and landed on top. Vivian twisted her arms but I twisted my block into a wrist hold and pinned the other when she attempted to break the hold.For that second, I had her pressed to the ground, our breasts heaving from the exertion.“Okay,” she said softly. I immediately let go of her wrists and got off of her in all haste. I offered to help her up and this time she took it without hesitation. We stood there, clasped hands held at her chest level, facing and studying the other’s features.The cheering broke out the moment the freshmen student body realized the fight was finally over and that I had somehow come out on top. I tilted my head slightly because I really had to know why she let me win but I never got the words out.“I really don’t know,” Vivian whispered.My well-wishers pulled us apart and I was getting slapped on the back and kissed. I noted that Dana, Barbie Lynn, Valerie, and Mercy stood around Vivian. Valerie must have seen what really happened and wanted to know why. Mercy had probably been reminded of whose side she theoretically belonged to. Barbie Lynn would be Dorm Mother again, making Vivian her charge, and Dana was her instructor after, which explained everyone’s presence.“So, can we have our own little celebration?” Paige requested, her pale eyes burning bright.“I have a church meeting in an hour,” I frowned. Rio and Iona were in the room with us but were close to the screen entrance, giving Paige and I some space.“We could sneak something in,” Paige winked hopefully.“You are many things to me, Paige, but you are not someone I want to leave after only a quickie,” I looked down at Paige as I wrapped my arms around her. She pouted but clearly wasn’t too angry with my decision. Outside her odd fascination with me, Paige was a clever, logical girl.“I believe Heaven is going to be all over you this evening,” Paige sighed. “Friday is for your Aunt Jill and Saturday is the Block Party, so what are my chances for Thursday or Sunday?”“I was hoping to make Thursday night a sleep-over sort of thing and I’d like it if you were here,” I asked. “I really don’t want to commit my Sunday until I’m sure Heaven is okay. You have to admit she’s had a really lousy week.”“I don’t have to admit anything, Zane, but I make allowances because you mean well,” Paige smiled. “I chose to accept that your loyalty to Heaven is a mirror of the loyalty you show me.”“It has nothing to do with bouncy, bouncy, bouncy?” I teased.“No,” Paige wiggled tightly against me. “That would be an irrational decision based on memories of deep sexual pleasure and I’d never confess to that.” I felt her place a gentle kiss on my chest. I answered with a kiss to the top of her head.“Now scoot,” I commanded. “You are far too distracting and I do have to get going.”Paige rubbed her body against me as she moved past to the entrance; Iona and Rio came my way as I got dressed.“I should have Mercy tied down, gagged, and blindfolded by the time you get back,” Rio grinned.That was her way of asking my permission to use my room without actually asking.“I’ll make sure Vivian is set up before you get back,” Iona informed me with upbeat energy.“Iona, since I hate Mercy Chaplain, why don’t you spend the weekend with me?” I asked. The implication was that Rio would be tearing Mercy up all weekend long.“I’d love to,” Iona hugged me.“Sleep in his bed,” Rio chuckled.“I plan to,” Iona boasted.“Lose your virginity,” Rio teased.“No,” Iona gave Rio a raspberry. “Zane loves me the way I am.”“Are we going to cuddle?” I smiled warmly down at her.“Damn Skippy!” she chirped. “I’ll even sleep in the nude because I trust you so much.”“Busted!” Rio laughed at me. I groaned, finished getting dressed, and made my own way out.Before I could make my escape from the main area, Vivian flagged me down.“Vivian, I’m going to…” I started to say. She lifted up her phone in response.“Your schedule is online,” Vivian pointed out. “What I was wondering was why you are still using the fifth floor showers when you have showers in the Solarium now?”“Wow, are you offering to shower with me?” I faux-gasped. “That didn’t take you long.”“No!!” Vivian glared with some exasperation. “I’m trying to limit your contact with naked women.”No one within earshot was rude enough to laugh out loud.“I could say something like 'shower with me and I’ll respect your virginity,’ but I’ll respect your virginity no matter what,” I gazed upon Vivian. “I do formally request that you allow me to continue to shower on the fifth floor. I hope you don’t disregard my request out of hand.”Vivian levelly met my gaze, then nodded.“I’ll think about it,” she allowed.“Holy Smokes,” Brandi whispered from nearby, “he’s broken down the wall.” Vivian flinched.“No,” Opal whispered back, “but she’s no longer ready to castrate him in the next fifteen seconds either.” That observation made Vivian crack a glimmer of a grin. I took it as my cue to run for it.*Being dead is wonderful; you never get tired and you have all the time in the world to regret how you ended up this way*Thank you Frontma for inspiring me to keep writing so she can polish off the rough edges.(Yes, this tale is supposed to be somewhat humorous and outrageous too. While not always comedic, I’d like to think it is mostly a good-natured romp.)OFFICIALLY AN AFFAIROnce they got over me 'borrowing’ certain gear from some of the male committee rooms, the Festivities Committee fell in line with Rochelle Wellington’s agenda. I sat back as normal while they hashed out how best to use the new imagery that I’d provided courtesy of the girls at FFU. At this, my second meeting, I chose to sit behind Sahara Penny, Pastor Bill’s wife.I learned she was Lebanese Christian and she’d married William Penny when he was in the US Navy, before he became a priest. There were a ton of things left unsaid about her opinion of his ministry and I got the definite opinion that Bill had left his last post because everyone thought Sahara had an indiscretion with a young male parishioner. My guess was that if a young male parishioner was involved, the cheater was that bastard Bill.As an added insult, Sahara’s name wasn’t even Sahara; that was the name Bill had listed on their marriage certificate because he found her Lebanese name difficult to pronounce. Her minority background, coupled with her husband, the pastor, letting everyone think she was a cheating whore, made Sahara the pariah of this little community.Because I had absolutely nothing going on in my life, I had to avenge Sahara. Being dumber than a box of rocks certainly didn’t hurt my determination. By the end of the session I had managed to accomplish four things. I’d helped Sahara feel better about herself and know she had a friend in me. If you have ever felt alone and isolated in the world you know how good that can feel.I had confused Mrs. Bainbridge as to my actual intentions; she thought I was cozying up to Sahara instead of Rochelle. The committee was mildly impressed that I had both shown back up and had appeared to bust my hump in contributing to their efforts at what their menfolk thought was a joke.Most importantly to me, I had gotten a few covert smiles from Rochelle Wellington for both my help to the other members and to my efforts with Sahara. As wife of the mayor, she wasn’t supposed to make waves, which included things like befriending someone the men had designated to be on the 'Shunned’ list. I was forgiven for my transgression because I clearly didn’t give a fuck about what any of them cared.When the meeting broke up Kendra Bainbridge, Sahara, Rochelle and I were quickly the last ones left. I hovered close to Sahara as we made our way to the door.“Zane, you need to return this equipment to the proper room,” Rochelle reminded me.“Sahara, why don’t we walk to our cars together?” Kendra suggested sweetly.This was the most I had heard Kendra address Sahara in the short time I had known them.It was clearly also her attempt of a cock-block on Sahara and I, which was a fortunate misread on the situation between myself and the Pastor’s wife.“That would be nice, Kendra,” Sahara replied. She reached out and stroked my elbow. “Thank you, Zane,” she added with a smile.Kendra departed, smug in her victory, leaving Rochelle and I alone.“I’ll get this equipment put away and be right back,” I told Rochelle. “Could you make sure all the new files are backed up to my account?”“Of course, Zane,” she smiled warmly, and set to work. I raced to get things squared away and hurried back. She remained at the table completing her work, coat off, when I moved in behind her.“Are we still friends?” I asked softly as I leaned in next to her ear.“Of course,” she turned her head so our gazes were only inches apart. I made to kiss her on the lips; she recoiled so I waited. I wasn’t afraid I’d spooked her; she wanted passion and the sense of freedom that came for embracing a choice all her own.The fear drained away and she completed our encounter. She was tentative at first and I mostly let her take the lead for the first two minutes until she became more confident. When the time was right I turned her in the chair and pulled her up by each hand. My hands went to her neck while hers settled on my hips.“We have our boundaries?” Rochelle questioned me.“Absolutely,” I confirmed. “Your neck,” I kissed her neck, “ear,” I kissed her ear, “and cheek are all on my side of the boundaries.” I had gotten as far as fondling the breasts last time around but I had time to coax her that way and was in no hurry.“Where are your boundaries?” I inquired of Rochelle as I lowered my hands around her hips.“I definitely think we should keep the boundaries at the waistline,” she suggested.“So you want my waistline, but was that up or down?” I smiled.“What?” she blushed.“Do you want to keep your hands above my waist – say to the stomach and chest, or you could go down below the belt?” I teased. “Just kidding,” I let her off the hook. Instead, I moved my lips to her face and came to a stop there.“We shouldn’t be doing this,” Rochelle sighed.“Okay,” I was disappointed, “but you will have to tell me to let go of you first.”“That isn’t fair,” she moaned, as she pressed her body against me and rested her forehead on my shoulder. I doubted it helped her resistance when her stomach pressed against my highly aroused cock.“Zane,” Rochelle choked out, “I’ve been a good wife for thirty years. I’m a pillar of the community and a loyal member of this congregation. What am I doing with a man younger than my youngest baby?”“Rochelle, I don’t want you to do anything you don’t want to do, but I’m not going to lie about wanting you.”“I don’t think you are running away from your husband and family; I think they have moved on without you, despite all you’ve done to make them a part of your life. If you end up alone three or more times a week, give us a shot; if not, you are doing okay and should stay where you are,” I advised.“I don’t want to lose you,” Rochelle worried.“You are not going to lose me, Rochelle. You are beautiful and that is not going to change; even if you are unattainable and I have to watch you from afar,” I soothed her. She seemed to swell up with happiness in my arms.“That isn’t fair one bit,” she moaned.“Fine. I don’t find you attractive; I am going to forget you the moment I walk out this door and I’ll never look at you again,” I taunted her. “Happy? You are off the hook.”“Maybe if you were a better liar,” Rochelle looked up at me smiling, “Remember that I am married to a politician.”“Oh, then tell me if I’m lying: I want to pick you up, press you onto this table and make love to you until you scream with pleasure,” I challenged.“What about our boundaries?” she panted.“I’m trying really, really hard to honor them but you aren’t making it easy,” I confided in her. Rochelle decided to change tacks. She backed away and leaned against the table, facing me, with her arms supporting her upper body as she reclined.“We shouldn’t do this,” she told me, but even as she shook her head, she smiled and bit her lower lip provocatively.I pursued her, Rochelle spreading her legs to allow my body to better press down on her. I kissed her fervently several times before she spoke.“Stop,” she whispered. “I can’t.” I began working open the buttons on her blouse. Rochelle rolled her head back so that my lips and tongue played along her throat.“Ah, Zane, you should stop that,” she exhaled as she gently held one hand to the back of my head as I kissed her breasts through her bra. “There are three hooks,” she added as I started slipping her bra off. She pushed away from the table so I could slip her shirt and bra down. Since I had her off the table temporarily, I elected to unzip her skirt from the side and drop that and her slip to the carpet.She was looking horribly vulnerable being so nearly naked, down to white panties, thigh high white stockings, and black shoes. Sure, she was plump in the middle and her rich, swelling breasts sagged, but they were gorgeous to hold and behold. I more than evened the playing field, stripping completely naked. Rochelle moaned when she saw me exposed and she trembled with lust. I was sure she thought about running away or running at me, but she chose something in between.Rochelle reached forward and tenderly grabbed my penis in one hand.“Oh, my,” she gasped. I moved closer, brushed her hair aside and put my hand to the back of her head. I brought her into yet another kiss, this one longer and more passionate than the rest.“I am going to move one step at a time,” I told her softly, our faces barely an inch apart, “but I am going to take you tonight.”Rochelle’s first nod was timid, but they became very enthusiastic. I rested my hands on the lush flesh just below the hips and lifted her halfway onto the table.“I think I’m violating your boundaries,” I grinned wickedly. First her eyes flared, she looked surprised, and finally she let her giggle turn into a laugh.She gave my cock a delicious twist.“I think we are way beyond that,” she panted happily. I pressed into her, bobbing in for a kiss, withdrawing for her smile, and going in again. It took over a minute for Rochelle eventually to feel comfortable and self-assured enough to kiss me on the neck. I thrust my pelvis into her as a response.That appeared to be what it took for Rochelle’s emotional dam to burst. She wrapped her stocking clad calves around each thigh and began kissing my shoulder and chest with hungry little pecks.“Zane,” she panted as she yanked on my cock, “I haven’t had sexual intercourse in twenty years.”My first thought was 'Crap, someone else trying to squeeze my cock off,’ but I realized that was unfair, plus she had delivered five children.“Rochelle, can I be crass and crude with you?” I said softly. That clearly wasn’t what she expected to hear; still she consented.“Rochelle, I know it has been a long time since you’ve had sex, and it has probably been very vanilla. Have you ever had sex bent over a table?” I wondered.“No,” she blushed. “I’ve only had sex on a bed…on my back. Isn’t that normal?”“Um, okay. I’m going to fuck you, Rochelle; I am going to nail you, make you scream and cry and beat your fists in ecstasy,” I threatened her. “How does that make you feel?”“I…” she gulped, “that scares me but…” nothing was said for several seconds.“Damn it,” I hissed, “your body is tormenting me.” Rochelle gasped and trembled once more. I dove into her left breast and bit down. She pulsed against me; then I started pressing her down on the table. Removing her panties was remarkably easy after that.I let my cock, still in her hand, rub against her slit. When her labia parted her fluids quickly coated the tip. I moved it up and down while we kissed, and I mean kissed. Rochelle kept stroking my cheek and hairline. I began pulling and teasing her nipples. A moment later I hooked her legs up until she instinctively wrapped around my waist.When I was rubbing my member along her cunt lips we kissed. When I feasted on her nipples she moaned like a slut and arched her back to entice me further.“Put it in me,” she begged, overwhelmed with desire, “Put it in me now, please.”“Whatever you want,” I whispered in her ear. Using both our hands (I got the feeling she wasn’t sure what she was doing) I wedged my cockhead in between her labia and pushed.Rochelle was snug, not tight, and certainly wasn’t trying to tear the skin off my penis going in. For her part, my partner was going off beneath me chanting 'yes, yes, yes’ and rubbing her body against mine. By the way she was sparking against me, I knew she was close to orgasm.“Ugh – ugh – ugh,” Rochelle squirmed, “Oh, God! Yes!” she exulted beneath my body.She thrust rhythmically multiple times before gracefully resting against the wooden surface.“Oh, my God,” she gasped. “I’ve never had an orgasm that intense before, or had it happen so fast.”“That was all you, Elle,” I grinned. “You have built up a great deal of sexual energy over the years and I had better be careful with you or you’ll tear me up.”“Oh – wait, that is a good thing, isn’t it?” she asked from deep within her heaving bosom.“What did I tell you? The bodies of true women are dynamite and need to be handled with care. My main concern is that I can satisfy you,” I confided in her. She had no initial words in response, instead relying on an intense stare.“Elle?” she panted. “No one has called me Elle since my father died.”“Would you prefer I call you something else?” I replied.“No. It was a surprise, that’s all,” she told me. I pushed a little farther into Rochelle as she finished speaking. “Ooohhh,” she murmured.I let Rochelle’s legs fall to the side as I gently coasted in and out of her. I gave her a few minutes of tender sex before pulling out and kneeling between her legs.“What?” she started to mumble before my lips settled onto her cunt and my tongue rolled through her folds. “Oh, wow,” she moaned.Her clitoris was already evident so after a few generous strokes of the tongue, I tilted up and encased her clit in my lips and sucked. Rochelle bucked her hips in reaction and started up a deeply passionate groan. To add to life’s injustices, I was sure no one had ever gone down on Rochelle’s love box before.Despite having already cum once, Rochelle climaxed again inside five minutes.“Oh, God!” was her guttural gasp. Her body jerked, trembled, and stiffened before going still once more. I licked my way up her body, teasing both sides of her belly button, slobbering over her right breast, and ending up driving my tongue into a muscular dance with hers.“Mmmm, is that what I taste like?” she panted, with thankfully a good deal of pleasure.“Now you know one of the reasons I’ll be coming back for more,” I teased.“One; what is the other one?” she grinned wearily.“No, you don’t,” I responded with a kiss to her nose. “You don’t get to have that kind of fantastic reaction to me then act like it was nothing.”“Oh, don’t say that,” Rochelle scolded me, “I know I’m not very good.”“Are you dumping me?” I asked.“No,” she exclaimed anxiously, and clutched me with her hands on my upper arms and thighs pressing on my hips.“Why are you acting as if I didn’t enjoy myself?” I questioned. “You climaxed twice and guys love that kind of thing. My only problem is that we can’t keep giving you the screwing you so richly deserve. If we are missing much longer, they are going to send out search parties.” Rochelle continued to hold me tight but had calmed down a lot. It did take me a moment to figure out that I needed to carry the conversation.“How soon can we get together again?” I asked softly, which was precisely what she wanted to hear.“Maybe we shouldn’t,” she hesitated, but from my experience she was playing with me.“I know I’ve pushed this, Elle, but you are worth every effort. I see a sensual, mature woman abandoned by some guy who clearly didn’t appreciate her finer qualities,” I pledged.“Zane, the risks are so great,” she worried intently. “We could really suffer over this…affair.”“Fine,” I sat up, “I’ll give you up for your sake but you have to promise to do one thing for me.”“What is it?” she hesitantly inquired.“How many young women have been in your husband’s office less than five years?” I opened with.“Two,” she recalled somewhat confused.“The one with the most seniority; tomorrow I want you to go into her office and tell her you know about her liaisons with your husband – her boss – the Mayor,” I advised her. “Don’t act angry. Instead, act comfortable with the news and put her at ease. She’ll be glad to confide in someone, trust me.”“What if she hasn’t had an affair and goes to my husband with this accusation?” Rochelle bit her lip in concern.“Rochelle, you have a seriously hot body and incredible sexual energy. Since your husband hasn’t been neutered that I’m aware of, he’s been getting sex somewhere else. I haven’t heard of a thriving sex industry in town so for discretion’s sake, he is having sex with women he has power over; namely, employees,” I explained.“How did you come up with all of that?” she marveled.“Elle, there is nothing greater in all of God’s Creation than women, body and soul. I notice things that most people miss and appreciate qualities most ignore,” I enlightened her. “You have a smoking body but if you weren’t such a wonderful woman, I wouldn’t be here.”“Ah, you make me feel ten years younger,” she sighed before kissing me on the nipple and chest.“Crap,” I bitched. “That means I only have two more encounters with you before you become jail bait.” That assessment made her laugh joyously.“I’ve lost my mind and I don’t know why,” she breathed in a terribly sexy way, hardly upset at all.“We are leaving now,” I declared, “Because you are so sexy right this instant, if I stay, I’m going to hammer you so hard we are going to break this table. I’m not sure how we can explain that.”“Does the 'hammer me through the table’ line work on younger women?” Rochelle teased.“Do you want me to go grab a younger woman and find out?” I zinged back.“No!” she insisted. “I am sure we are not exclusive but I’m sure I don’t want to share you with anyone I don’t have to. I think we should get together again but I’ll have to contact you.”“Use Felicity’s phone and have her call Rio,” I directed. “She’ll get a message to me.”“Are you going to…seduce Felicity too?” Rochelle inquired warily.“Nope, that has never been my intention,” I answered. I wasn’t sure how to explain to Rochelle that the real worry was Rio kidnapping Felicity for a Lost Weekend of Sapphic splendor. A discussion about homosexuality and my acceptance of it wasn’t in the cards for tonight.“I want her and Lance to have a shot at happiness,” Rochelle said.“I want Felicity to be happy as well,” I evaded. If she noticed my failure to mention her youngest son, she was good enough not to press the matter. We kissed before we walked out the door and left; she went home and I headed home to have dinner with Jill. We had hot dogs and green beans; Jill had a hard three days at work and she wasn’t a diligent cook to begin with.MY SHIRT IS NOT MY FRIENDBefore heading back to campus I stopped by the Kappa Sigma House. I got some rather comfortable attention from the ladies, which was a bit bizarre when it was tag-team action from two sisters I’m pretty sure are lesbians. I stopped by to see Tawny for a minute to talk to her about the block party I might still have an invitation too.I ended up spending a few minutes of alone time with Leigh (okay, Paris is on her bed pretending to study but it isn’t a tiny room).“I know you need to go home soon,” Leigh lured me in with a sympathetic voice. I let her come into my arms and while I was aware she was about to shift me I was still taken aback by her enthusiasm.I landed back-first on her bed and she ended up straddling my crotch with her legs folded underneath her.“Let me help you with your shirt,” she grinned evilly. I wasn’t aware my shirt was in the way or that I wanted it off but what the hell. I started to unbutton my shirt but she slapped my hands away. Instead, she pulled my shirt out of my pants and yanked it up and up until the top was over my head.Once she had it over my face and my arms pinned, she stopped and snickered.“What the…oh, come on, Leigh,” I complained.“You like to be tied up, admit it,” she teased me.“Is your webcam on?” I countered.“If I say yes will you be even more turned on?” she wiggled on my aroused crotch. “Somebody says you will.” Leigh scooted down my body, then placed her tongue on my nipple and blew a cool breath on it. The arousal was agony. Things didn’t get better when she set her lips to the other nipple.“That’s it, Zane,” Leigh moaned, “so fucking big and hard.” She was rubbing her breasts and stomach along my rod, making me wish we were naked once more. Leigh was taking sadistic joy in working my nipples over too. It was so good that I was momentarily confused when she took in both of my nipples at once (honest – I don’t have man-boobs). I had a second tormentor.“Hey, Paris,” I gasped.“Zane, you are so sweet. I am going have to make use of your trellis Friday night because I can’t sleep right remembering how you tongued and dicked me over at the party,” Paris sighed happily. “Here, let me help you breathe.”Paris (?) helped move my shirt from over my chin and lips, which did help me take a deep breath, but in the intake, a nipple and a bit of breast were inserted past my lips. Paris was a 34B but could easily fit a C, and dining on her firm and vibrant flesh was no hardship for me. I figured that I could take two women at one time; I’d done it before.The third presence was perturbing but now both my nipples were covered. It was when a slick cold substance was placed upon my belly that I started to protest. I had the knowledge that there were four women over me when a newcomer initiated some licks, rubbing her flat tongue over me from sternum to belly button.“Oh, wow,” she said &a

 A Biker Chick Becomes An FFU Student (part 13.5)By FinalStand. Listen to the complete episode, at Steamy Stories.“That is Vivian Phillips,” Iona announced my visitor. I had no doubt she had a dozen useful facts on my latest guest too.For her part, Vivian looked almost overwhelmed with the ‘improvements’ I’d made to the place.“Mr. Braxton,” Vivian said to me as she came to a stop before my sofa. I stood up and offered my hand. Rio stood and regarded Mercy. I guess I had to be happy they didn’t fall over the sofa in a fit of sexual wrestling.“So, Vivian, how do you want to handle this?” I inquired.“You will stay in your room until I pick you up and you will stay in each class until I take you to your next class or activity,” she strictly informed me.“We’ll see how that works out,” I joked.“No, Zane, that is how it is going to be,” Vivian explained.“Okay. What is going to happen if we miss one another?” I inquired.“How can you miss me if you stay where I tell you to wait for me?” she stated firmly.“No, I want to know what the repercussions are going to be after I’ve successfully avoided you,” I asked pleasantly.“Zane, the Board of Directors has directed the University to do this and if you dodge my duty, you will be expelled,” Vivian responded patiently.“So you don’t know,” I winked. “In that case, you can count on it that the next few months are going to be interesting for you.”“Mercy, you are going to have to sleep in my room if you hope to keep up with me,” Rio taunted her guardian.“If that is what it takes,” Mercy shot right back.“You still can’t be there every second of the day,” Rio bantered.“If I have to keep a hand on you for the rest of the semester, I will,” Mercy countered. I’d have been happy for both her and Rio if Mercy hadn’t sounded so eager.“Damn it,” Rio snapped to me. “Mercy’s got me so stymied and pissed off that I’m going to be up half the night working off my aggression.” I rolled my eyes and Iona blushed as Paige and Valerie came up into the room.“What’s going on?” both Val and Paige asked.“Mercy doesn’t trust me so she’s going to be with me every night from here on out,” Rio pseudo-sulked. Valerie’s groan was a lot more real and justified. I should have sensed the psychic chemistry going on around me; I could have used that bit of insight to run.“You two…” Paige directed to Vivian and Mercy, “…should keep these two together as much as possible to minimize the damage they can do.”“Well they can’t stay in my dorm room,” Valerie sounded disappointed, “so they’ll have to use Zane’s bedroom. It is the only safe place to store them.”“I’m not going to spend time in Zane Braxton’s bedroom,” Vivian shook her head.“Perhaps if you took a look at Zane’s room before passing judgment,” Iona offered. Vivian was about to make a rebuttal, then took another look around the room.“Okay,” she allowed.Our little troop made our way to my screened-off area of the floor.“Where are you going with this, Paige?” I asked my albino sexual siren quietly.“Around the third time I drug Vivian to unconsciousness, she’s going to figure out what’s going on so a long-term solution suggests that your current girlfriends put you and Vivian together so that you can convert her to your side,” Paige outlined with newfound tolerance.“I’m too damn experienced with you to argue, Paige,” I confessed.“Your ability to be smarter than a hamster on a wheel is refreshing,” Paige rewarded me with a stroke on the cheek. We stumbled at the entrance to my boudoir as Vivian had to take it in. She was so 'enraptured’ with my extravagance that she missed Rio sneak up on Mercy from behind.Rio put both hands under Mercy’s skirt. One clearly coaxed along her buttocks while the left move around and began to gently caress her pubic area from the front.“Someone’s not wearing their underwear,” I barely heard Rio whisper in Mercy’s ear. “For being such a good girl, I’m going to do something special to you tonight; Zane’s room at 10:00 o'clock.”Mercy obviously tingled all over at the news.“Don’t plan on getting any sleep,” Rio teased softly, “I want the taste of hot little bitch-flesh on my tongue all night long, and since I can’t have anyone worthwhile, I’ll have…fuck it; I want you tonight, Mercy. Don’t think for a minute that I care about you, though.”“Okay,” Mercy turned halfway to Rio’s lips, “I understand.” Mercy did have this contented ephemeral smile on her face that I was hoping Rio didn’t catch. If Rio did, she didn’t show it, but then Rio hated to acknowledge that anyone cared for her.“Thank Cordelia for me,” I turned to Paige. I figured the only way Rio ended up with Mercy was someone rigged the process in her favor.“That was me,” Paige confessed. “I tried to stack the odds in your favor with Joy Jefferson but that didn’t work out so well."Thank you,” I expressed appreciatively.“Thank me by hooking my legs over your elbows and fuck me standing up,” Paige beamed raw sexual hunger my way. “I want to go bouncy, bouncy, bouncy on my personal pleasure toy.” She finished by licking her lips. I wish she wouldn’t refer to my cock as her toy or look at me the way a starving dog looks at a fresh pork chop.Valerie motioned me forward now that Vivian had started walking around my bedroom.“What is that platform for?” Vivian muttered to me once she realized I’d come to her side.“It is my bed,” I informed her. “Now do you see why you could sleep with me and we would both be okay?”“I am not sleeping with you,” Vivian insisted.“I could sleep on one side and you could be on the other and we couldn’t even touch fingers,” I insisted.“No,” Vivian announced.“I’ll fight you for it,” I gambled.“What?” Vivian stared my way. Clearly, my move caught my friends off guard as well.“You take me and I’ll behave for a month. If I beat you, then you move into – my floor – for a month, and you still get to keep an eye on me,” I offered.“I am not staying in your room no matter what,” Vivian declared indignantly.“All the sofas are sleepers,” I explained. “You wouldn’t be in my room, plus you have your own shower and bathroom as well as the other amenities that have been put in.”“That is not going to happen,” she insisted.“Oh, my apology; I didn’t know you were afraid of me,” I shrugged.“I’m not afraid of you, and I’m not going to be baited by you either,” she shot back.“Then fight me, pin me to the ground, and have things your way,” I challenged her.“Coach Gorman told us not to fight him alone if we could avoid it,” Mercy jumped in. “If the Coach couldn’t put him down quickly, you don’t have a chance, Vivian.”That was so cold, and I’d have never thought Mercy could have pulled it off, luring Vivian in the way she did.“Fine, let’s go to the gym and settle this,” Vivian growled her acceptance of my dare.“Let’s fight here,” I countered.“In your room?” she worried.“In life, the arena you find yourself fighting in rarely presents itself as an even surface,” I pointed out.“That would be true, Ms. Phillips,” Dana Gorman confirmed from the entrance.“Dana,” I exhaled with some relief.“That would be Coach Gorman to you, delinquent,” Dana smiled at me.“Coach!” Mercy squealed, hugging the only real adult in the room. I was pleased to note that Vivian seemed genuinely happy at the news of Dana being back on the job too.“Cool it, Mercy,” Dana chuckled. “Technically, I’m still Ms. Gorman until 6:00 a.m. tomorrow morning when my re-instatement goes into effect.” She patted Mercy on the back before they separated. “I am mildly curious as to what you are doing here in Zane’s room, Vivian. I normally credit you with better sense.”“Are you saying I’m senseless, Coach Hot-cheeks?” Rio snickered at Dana.“Rio, my understanding of you begins with your friendship with Zane, which pretty much explains every other insane stunt you two have been involved with since your arrival,” Dana smiled back.“Coach, I can explain,” Vivian finally got out. “I was assigned to Zane as his guardian by the Board of Directors and they said…um…”“That you should go to Zane’s bedroom and get into a fight?” Dana concluded. Vivian gulped, nodded and then shook her head.“Get used to it, Vivian,” Coach nodded knowingly. “If you are going to be hanging around with Zane, you need to get used to things like this happening. These inexplicable events occur on a regular basis. By the way, Zane: Thank you.”“No problem, Coach,” I grinned.“What was that for?” Vivian asked.“Zane fought to get my job back,” Dana Gorman nodded.“Why would he do that?” Vivian wondered. “You put him through hell.”“Yeah, I was asking myself the same question,” Rio chimed in.“She’s good for the university,” I answered, “and they were going to cancel the athletics program.”“Vivian, you should be more concerned how you are going to beat Zane,” Dana stated.“Valerie, could you get Vivian one of your sports bras and a pair of Rio’s shorts?” I requested.“I’m not going to strip in front of you,” Vivian said indignantly as Valerie left to do as I asked.“I’ll leave the room if you like,” I shrugged.“I’ll take video evidence,” Rio leered at Vivian.“Rio, I’ll slam you inside one of Zane’s wardrobes if you don’t behave,” Dana warned.“Zane will stick up for me,” Rio puffed out her chest defiantly.“Yeah, I was considering that,” Dana laughed. “That turns a six-second fight into a sixty-second fight, but you are still ending up in the closet.”“And to think Rio spent so many of her formative years coming out of the closet,” Paige jabbed.“Paige, I’d slap you for that but I know Zane doesn’t want a bruise on that swank body of yours.” Rio taunted the tender-fleshed albino Paige.“I keep begging him to trade you to me for a night but Zane insists that you two are exclusive for now,” Rio kept at it despite Paige’s arousal. “I’m holding out for you, though.”“I’m confident that Zane will keep making the right decisions,” Paige rose to the challenge.“Wait,” Vivian waved her hands sideways, “Zane is really sleeping with a bunch of women? I thought that was an exaggeration.”“Did I come at a bad time?” Barbie Lynn spoke up. She was holding a suitcase and a carry-on bag. Behind her was Millicent with one suitcase and Raven with a dress bag. I was reminded that Barbie Lynn would be moving back into the dorm as dorm mother in the morning, but she was currently between places and clearly expected to spend the night here, in my room, with me.“Come on in,” I offered Barbie Lynn as I crossed over to get her bag. Vivian stepped up and put a hand on my arm to stop me.“Barbie Lynn will not be staying in your room tonight!” Vivian laid down the law.“Vivian, you always ranked higher than me in the club hierarchy and I have a bad knee, but if you have a problem with me, face me, not Zane,” Barbie Lynn growled.“Don’t worry, Babe,” I soothed Barbie, “I’m working on a solution right now.”“Zane, slap this skank” (referring to Vivian), Rio snarled. “She put her hand on you so defend yourself all over her punk ass.”“Vivian is only doing her job,” I addressed Rio. “I’m not going to hold that against her.”“Zane, is this another one?” Raven inquired about Vivian’s sexual status with me.“No. She’s my official guardian, and as soon as I kick her ass, she’s going to sleep on one of the main room’s sofas for a month,” I explained.“No, when I win, I will exclude everyone from this floor except you, me and the dorm mother,” Vivian countered.Valerie came bolting into the room with the clothes, Opal, and Cappadocia.“I will go change into shorts outside. Vivian, you change here. Coach, can you referee the match?” I tried to bring some order to the chaos. Vivian ground her teeth but took the clothes and started to strip before I got my own clothes.“Zane, stay on - change in the corner. There are too many freshmen girls out there,” Vivian conceded.“You two should decide if you want to stick to Zane’s bedroom or cover the entire floor,” Dana stated.“I leave that to Vivian,” I allowed. Vivian chose the full floor and Dana decided that things would remain cluttered – the students would remain on the floor as obstacles to fight around, believing we were good enough to not smack a civilian.“Good job, Vivian,” Dana congratulated her senior student. “Use the terrain to counter his reach advantage."Any advice for me?” I asked.“Yes. Don’t get that pretty face beaten up,” she smiled snidely at me.“That will teach Zane to take your side on anything,” Rio sneered.“I’m not on your faction’s side, Rio,” Dana confirmed, “but it doesn’t mean Zane and I aren’t friends.”“I’m fine,” I assured Rio. “Tell us when, Coach.” Dana looked Vivian and I over.“Go!” she snapped.Vivian caught me off guard by running away but I quickly gave chase. She compounded the situation by scrambling across a pool table in play then kicking at me when I came around the side. She followed up on that advantage with a series of punches that drove me over the back of a chair. Girls were screaming, squealing, and running all around us.She advanced around the chair so I bolted over the closest sofa. Now Vivian pursued. She launched a flying kick over the sofa. I folded under it and was a millisecond faster on the recovery. My punch hit her in the ribs and pushed her back. A flurry of blows rained down on me. I tried to drive her back but Vivian’s technique was too close to perfect for me to beat through.Vivian switched up with a series of swift front kicks to buy some room, then started maneuvering again.“She’s a righty,” Valerie told me. That meant she was right-handed, thus she made most of her attacks and blocks from the right, covering the left instinctively. Since the right was not significantly stronger in most athletes, you could wear down an opponent by concentrating your attacks on the over-extended right, or so the theory went.Even then, it took two minutes to catch her calf with a kick and put her down. She rolled out of my attempted hold but ended up on her ass, back to a chair.“Five-minute break,” I offered. Vivian blinked but took the hand I offered to help her stand up. “Drink,” I motioned to the juice dispenser. She looked at me funny, then went to get one.“Be careful, Vivian; he’s trying to get inside your head, convince you he’s not such a bad guy,” Dana counseled her female student.“No kind words for me?” I joked.“I already know you are a good guy, Zane. The only reason you cut Vivian some slack was that you would rather have her friendship than the win, which is far more dangerous to Vivian,” Dana winked at me.I took a Grapefruit juice while Vivian drank some Gatorade, both with our backs to the sink. I caught her stealing some looks my way.“Next time I’ll pin you,” she told me while looking away.“We both have to be thinking that or we wouldn’t be fighting,” I responded.“The difference is that I am right,” she said as we made eye to eye contact.“FFU doesn’t teach you to be second best,” I nodded, which brought a smile to her face.“Thirty seconds,” Iona warned us. We picked spots ten feet apart and were ready when Dana gave the word.Since my previous strategy had relied on attrition, Vivian went for a quick, lightning series of attacks. She rebounded off sofas, tables, and chairs as she drove me about the room. At a crucial moment she drove her foot into my thigh above the knee and sent me sprawling into a crowd of observers. As Vivian closed in for the kill, I spilled a startled freshman into her.By the time she disentangled herself from my distraction, I was on my feet. Her glare told me she didn’t approve of my move. We crashed together; she leveraged me over and threw me onto a sofa. We grappled and rolled off the sofa and onto the floor. Vivian rammed an elbow into my throat but I wedged a knee under her hips and propelled her over my head.“You’ve done a good job, Coach Gorman,” Valerie lauded Dana on Vivian’s performance.“She’s either three or four on the team,” Dana informed the group. “It is her or Evangeline fighting for third, with Cappadocia and Wilhelmina being second and first.”“You have some weird damn names at this school,” Valerie commented.“This from an outlaw biker chick with the handle of Valkyrie?” Dana teased. “Of course, I’m also still trying to figure out how a guy who is knocking boots with Barbie Lynn Masters is giving the time of day to Paige here.”“Hey!” Paige squawked. “Zane thinks I am very good at sex, I’ll have you know.”“Trouble,” Barbie Lynn moaned. Vivian had faked me out and put a foot into my stomach that sent me cartwheeling. Me, I’d have kicked me in the calves and thighs to weaken me up but Vivian went for a stomp to my diaphragm. I rolled away, then kicked out. This is where my greater reach came into play; Vivian couldn’t fall back fast enough and I put my heel into her hip.I was up a hair before Vivian could make a counterstrike. I rolled her thrust under my arm, caught the limb and rolled the two of us onto the ground. She placed a hand underneath her and tried to shake free of me. I locked her arm, twisted, and leaned into her body.“Do you give?” I asked softly. I had her pinned and I doubted anyone here besides Dana could have escaped.“No,” she hissed. I could sense people gathering around.“Time for another five-minute break?” I inquired a little louder. Vivian gave one last surge of resistance, then relaxed.“Fine,” she grumbled, “five minutes.” I rolled off and offered her a hand.Vivian ignored it, choosing to get on all fours, then stand. She was about to walk way when she turned and extended her hand to me. She shook and headed back to the closest bar.“Zane?” at least five different girls asked me at once. I wasn’t sure why I’d let Vivian up either.“Dude, if you lose this, I am personally going to use my strap-on on your ass,” Rio growled.“I’m going to go home and start researching the most painful applications of acupuncture possible,” Paige enlightened us all.“I’ll take care of your hurts,” Barbie Lynn sympathized.“You are such a slut,” growled Rio.“No,” Opal interceded. “I think that Brandi, Barbie Lynn and I are going to be taking comfort with Zane when the rest of you bimbos have lost faith in him, leaving him lost and forlorn.”“How many of you am I going to have to fight off?” Vivian sounded worried. It was beautiful music to my ears, not to be blamed for once.“There is me,” Iona chirped, “and wait until Heaven shows up. Forty-eight hours without her Zane-fix and she’s going to look forward to dismembering someone,” she added with a pleasant sincerity. Vivian looked to me skeptically.“It is entirely my fault,” I confessed with upraised hands, “I should learn to say 'no’ from time to time. I keep leading these fine young ladies on.”“Do you see why you need to win now?” Dana asked Vivian, who looked uncertain. “You are Zane’s only hope of surviving the school year. You are a lifesaver.”“Oh, okay; let’s get back to it then,” Vivian sighed. I rolled my shoulders and followed. The second Dana gave us the nod, we attacked one another. I had hoped to catch Vivian off-guard and clearly Vivian thought the same thing.In close, Vivian had the advantage. She got several blows into my right side and I never fully recovered. Vivian got a foot behind my left leg and tumbled me down as I grabbed her shirt. Her shirt tore, we rolled – first her on top, then me before we broke up. I jabbed, she tumbled back and regained her feet, I backed up and did the same.Vivian tossed her ruined shirt aside and readied herself. Maybe a half dozen people in the room followed the next exchange of blocks and blows, Vivian hammering away at my right while I clipped her left shoulder and stomach. I saw an opening, tried to flip her but she pulled me down and ended up on top. She cocked back her fist to strike with her right while pinning my shoulder with her left.I had a hand poised at her armpit and the other half-raised to block. Vivian realized she was about to clock me in the head hard; my block wouldn’t be fast enough. Something passed between us at that moment. I hooked her under the arm, flipped us over, and landed on top. Vivian twisted her arms but I twisted my block into a wrist hold and pinned the other when she attempted to break the hold.For that second, I had her pressed to the ground, our breasts heaving from the exertion.“Okay,” she said softly. I immediately let go of her wrists and got off of her in all haste. I offered to help her up and this time she took it without hesitation. We stood there, clasped hands held at her chest level, facing and studying the other’s features.The cheering broke out the moment the freshmen student body realized the fight was finally over and that I had somehow come out on top. I tilted my head slightly because I really had to know why she let me win but I never got the words out.“I really don’t know,” Vivian whispered.My well-wishers pulled us apart and I was getting slapped on the back and kissed. I noted that Dana, Barbie Lynn, Valerie, and Mercy stood around Vivian. Valerie must have seen what really happened and wanted to know why. Mercy had probably been reminded of whose side she theoretically belonged to. Barbie Lynn would be Dorm Mother again, making Vivian her charge, and Dana was her instructor after, which explained everyone’s presence.“So, can we have our own little celebration?” Paige requested, her pale eyes burning bright.“I have a church meeting in an hour,” I frowned. Rio and Iona were in the room with us but were close to the screen entrance, giving Paige and I some space.“We could sneak something in,” Paige winked hopefully.“You are many things to me, Paige, but you are not someone I want to leave after only a quickie,” I looked down at Paige as I wrapped my arms around her. She pouted but clearly wasn’t too angry with my decision. Outside her odd fascination with me, Paige was a clever, logical girl.“I believe Heaven is going to be all over you this evening,” Paige sighed. “Friday is for your Aunt Jill and Saturday is the Block Party, so what are my chances for Thursday or Sunday?”“I was hoping to make Thursday night a sleep-over sort of thing and I’d like it if you were here,” I asked. “I really don’t want to commit my Sunday until I’m sure Heaven is okay. You have to admit she’s had a really lousy week.”“I don’t have to admit anything, Zane, but I make allowances because you mean well,” Paige smiled. “I chose to accept that your loyalty to Heaven is a mirror of the loyalty you show me.”“It has nothing to do with bouncy, bouncy, bouncy?” I teased.“No,” Paige wiggled tightly against me. “That would be an irrational decision based on memories of deep sexual pleasure and I’d never confess to that.” I felt her place a gentle kiss on my chest. I answered with a kiss to the top of her head.“Now scoot,” I commanded. “You are far too distracting and I do have to get going.”Paige rubbed her body against me as she moved past to the entrance; Iona and Rio came my way as I got dressed.“I should have Mercy tied down, gagged, and blindfolded by the time you get back,” Rio grinned.That was her way of asking my permission to use my room without actually asking.“I’ll make sure Vivian is set up before you get back,” Iona informed me with upbeat energy.“Iona, since I hate Mercy Chaplain, why don’t you spend the weekend with me?” I asked. The implication was that Rio would be tearing Mercy up all weekend long.“I’d love to,” Iona hugged me.“Sleep in his bed,” Rio chuckled.“I plan to,” Iona boasted.“Lose your virginity,” Rio teased.“No,” Iona gave Rio a raspberry. “Zane loves me the way I am.”“Are we going to cuddle?” I smiled warmly down at her.“Damn Skippy!” she chirped. “I’ll even sleep in the nude because I trust you so much.”“Busted!” Rio laughed at me. I groaned, finished getting dressed, and made my own way out.Before I could make my escape from the main area, Vivian flagged me down.“Vivian, I’m going to…” I started to say. She lifted up her phone in response.“Your schedule is online,” Vivian pointed out. “What I was wondering was why you are still using the fifth floor showers when you have showers in the Solarium now?”“Wow, are you offering to shower with me?” I faux-gasped. “That didn’t take you long.”“No!!” Vivian glared with some exasperation. “I’m trying to limit your contact with naked women.”No one within earshot was rude enough to laugh out loud.“I could say something like 'shower with me and I’ll respect your virginity,’ but I’ll respect your virginity no matter what,” I gazed upon Vivian. “I do formally request that you allow me to continue to shower on the fifth floor. I hope you don’t disregard my request out of hand.”Vivian levelly met my gaze, then nodded.“I’ll think about it,” she allowed.“Holy Smokes,” Brandi whispered from nearby, “he’s broken down the wall.” Vivian flinched.“No,” Opal whispered back, “but she’s no longer ready to castrate him in the next fifteen seconds either.” That observation made Vivian crack a glimmer of a grin. I took it as my cue to run for it.*Being dead is wonderful; you never get tired and you have all the time in the world to regret how you ended up this way*Thank you Frontma for inspiring me to keep writing so she can polish off the rough edges.(Yes, this tale is supposed to be somewhat humorous and outrageous too. While not always comedic, I’d like to think it is mostly a good-natured romp.)OFFICIALLY AN AFFAIROnce they got over me 'borrowing’ certain gear from some of the male committee rooms, the Festivities Committee fell in line with Rochelle Wellington’s agenda. I sat back as normal while they hashed out how best to use the new imagery that I’d provided courtesy of the girls at FFU. At this, my second meeting, I chose to sit behind Sahara Penny, Pastor Bill’s wife.I learned she was Lebanese Christian and she’d married William Penny when he was in the US Navy, before he became a priest. There were a ton of things left unsaid about her opinion of his ministry and I got the definite opinion that Bill had left his last post because everyone thought Sahara had an indiscretion with a young male parishioner. My guess was that if a young male parishioner was involved, the cheater was that bastard Bill.As an added insult, Sahara’s name wasn’t even Sahara; that was the name Bill had listed on their marriage certificate because he found her Lebanese name difficult to pronounce. Her minority background, coupled with her husband, the pastor, letting everyone think she was a cheating whore, made Sahara the pariah of this little community.Because I had absolutely nothing going on in my life, I had to avenge Sahara. Being dumber than a box of rocks certainly didn’t hurt my determination. By the end of the session I had managed to accomplish four things. I’d helped Sahara feel better about herself and know she had a friend in me. If you have ever felt alone and isolated in the world you know how good that can feel.I had confused Mrs. Bainbridge as to my actual intentions; she thought I was cozying up to Sahara instead of Rochelle. The committee was mildly impressed that I had both shown back up and had appeared to bust my hump in contributing to their efforts at what their menfolk thought was a joke.Most importantly to me, I had gotten a few covert smiles from Rochelle Wellington for both my help to the other members and to my efforts with Sahara. As wife of the mayor, she wasn’t supposed to make waves, which included things like befriending someone the men had designated to be on the 'Shunned’ list. I was forgiven for my transgression because I clearly didn’t give a fuck about what any of them cared.When the meeting broke up Kendra Bainbridge, Sahara, Rochelle and I were quickly the last ones left. I hovered close to Sahara as we made our way to the door.“Zane, you need to return this equipment to the proper room,” Rochelle reminded me.“Sahara, why don’t we walk to our cars together?” Kendra suggested sweetly.This was the most I had heard Kendra address Sahara in the short time I had known them.It was clearly also her attempt of a cock-block on Sahara and I, which was a fortunate misread on the situation between myself and the Pastor’s wife.“That would be nice, Kendra,” Sahara replied. She reached out and stroked my elbow. “Thank you, Zane,” she added with a smile.Kendra departed, smug in her victory, leaving Rochelle and I alone.“I’ll get this equipment put away and be right back,” I told Rochelle. “Could you make sure all the new files are backed up to my account?”“Of course, Zane,” she smiled warmly, and set to work. I raced to get things squared away and hurried back. She remained at the table completing her work, coat off, when I moved in behind her.“Are we still friends?” I asked softly as I leaned in next to her ear.“Of course,” she turned her head so our gazes were only inches apart. I made to kiss her on the lips; she recoiled so I waited. I wasn’t afraid I’d spooked her; she wanted passion and the sense of freedom that came for embracing a choice all her own.The fear drained away and she completed our encounter. She was tentative at first and I mostly let her take the lead for the first two minutes until she became more confident. When the time was right I turned her in the chair and pulled her up by each hand. My hands went to her neck while hers settled on my hips.“We have our boundaries?” Rochelle questioned me.“Absolutely,” I confirmed. “Your neck,” I kissed her neck, “ear,” I kissed her ear, “and cheek are all on my side of the boundaries.” I had gotten as far as fondling the breasts last time around but I had time to coax her that way and was in no hurry.“Where are your boundaries?” I inquired of Rochelle as I lowered my hands around her hips.“I definitely think we should keep the boundaries at the waistline,” she suggested.“So you want my waistline, but was that up or down?” I smiled.“What?” she blushed.“Do you want to keep your hands above my waist – say to the stomach and chest, or you could go down below the belt?” I teased. “Just kidding,” I let her off the hook. Instead, I moved my lips to her face and came to a stop there.“We shouldn’t be doing this,” Rochelle sighed.“Okay,” I was disappointed, “but you will have to tell me to let go of you first.”“That isn’t fair,” she moaned, as she pressed her body against me and rested her forehead on my shoulder. I doubted it helped her resistance when her stomach pressed against my highly aroused cock.“Zane,” Rochelle choked out, “I’ve been a good wife for thirty years. I’m a pillar of the community and a loyal member of this congregation. What am I doing with a man younger than my youngest baby?”“Rochelle, I don’t want you to do anything you don’t want to do, but I’m not going to lie about wanting you.”“I don’t think you are running away from your husband and family; I think they have moved on without you, despite all you’ve done to make them a part of your life. If you end up alone three or more times a week, give us a shot; if not, you are doing okay and should stay where you are,” I advised.“I don’t want to lose you,” Rochelle worried.“You are not going to lose me, Rochelle. You are beautiful and that is not going to change; even if you are unattainable and I have to watch you from afar,” I soothed her. She seemed to swell up with happiness in my arms.“That isn’t fair one bit,” she moaned.“Fine. I don’t find you attractive; I am going to forget you the moment I walk out this door and I’ll never look at you again,” I taunted her. “Happy? You are off the hook.”“Maybe if you were a better liar,” Rochelle looked up at me smiling, “Remember that I am married to a politician.”“Oh, then tell me if I’m lying: I want to pick you up, press you onto this table and make love to you until you scream with pleasure,” I challenged.“What about our boundaries?” she panted.“I’m trying really, really hard to honor them but you aren’t making it easy,” I confided in her. Rochelle decided to change tacks. She backed away and leaned against the table, facing me, with her arms supporting her upper body as she reclined.“We shouldn’t do this,” she told me, but even as she shook her head, she smiled and bit her lower lip provocatively.I pursued her, Rochelle spreading her legs to allow my body to better press down on her. I kissed her fervently several times before she spoke.“Stop,” she whispered. “I can’t.” I began working open the buttons on her blouse. Rochelle rolled her head back so that my lips and tongue played along her throat.“Ah, Zane, you should stop that,” she exhaled as she gently held one hand to the back of my head as I kissed her breasts through her bra. “There are three hooks,” she added as I started slipping her bra off. She pushed away from the table so I could slip her shirt and bra down. Since I had her off the table temporarily, I elected to unzip her skirt from the side and drop that and her slip to the carpet.She was looking horribly vulnerable being so nearly naked, down to white panties, thigh high white stockings, and black shoes. Sure, she was plump in the middle and her rich, swelling breasts sagged, but they were gorgeous to hold and behold. I more than evened the playing field, stripping completely naked. Rochelle moaned when she saw me exposed and she trembled with lust. I was sure she thought about running away or running at me, but she chose something in between.Rochelle reached forward and tenderly grabbed my penis in one hand.“Oh, my,” she gasped. I moved closer, brushed her hair aside and put my hand to the back of her head. I brought her into yet another kiss, this one longer and more passionate than the rest.“I am going to move one step at a time,” I told her softly, our faces barely an inch apart, “but I am going to take you tonight.”Rochelle’s first nod was timid, but they became very enthusiastic. I rested my hands on the lush flesh just below the hips and lifted her halfway onto the table.“I think I’m violating your boundaries,” I grinned wickedly. First her eyes flared, she looked surprised, and finally she let her giggle turn into a laugh.She gave my cock a delicious twist.“I think we are way beyond that,” she panted happily. I pressed into her, bobbing in for a kiss, withdrawing for her smile, and going in again. It took over a minute for Rochelle eventually to feel comfortable and self-assured enough to kiss me on the neck. I thrust my pelvis into her as a response.That appeared to be what it took for Rochelle’s emotional dam to burst. She wrapped her stocking clad calves around each thigh and began kissing my shoulder and chest with hungry little pecks.“Zane,” she panted as she yanked on my cock, “I haven’t had sexual intercourse in twenty years.”My first thought was 'Crap, someone else trying to squeeze my cock off,’ but I realized that was unfair, plus she had delivered five children.“Rochelle, can I be crass and crude with you?” I said softly. That clearly wasn’t what she expected to hear; still she consented.“Rochelle, I know it has been a long time since you’ve had sex, and it has probably been very vanilla. Have you ever had sex bent over a table?” I wondered.“No,” she blushed. “I’ve only had sex on a bed…on my back. Isn’t that normal?”“Um, okay. I’m going to fuck you, Rochelle; I am going to nail you, make you scream and cry and beat your fists in ecstasy,” I threatened her. “How does that make you feel?”“I…” she gulped, “that scares me but…” nothing was said for several seconds.“Damn it,” I hissed, “your body is tormenting me.” Rochelle gasped and trembled once more. I dove into her left breast and bit down. She pulsed against me; then I started pressing her down on the table. Removing her panties was remarkably easy after that.I let my cock, still in her hand, rub against her slit. When her labia parted her fluids quickly coated the tip. I moved it up and down while we kissed, and I mean kissed. Rochelle kept stroking my cheek and hairline. I began pulling and teasing her nipples. A moment later I hooked her legs up until she instinctively wrapped around my waist.When I was rubbing my member along her cunt lips we kissed. When I feasted on her nipples she moaned like a slut and arched her back to entice me further.“Put it in me,” she begged, overwhelmed with desire, “Put it in me now, please.”“Whatever you want,” I whispered in her ear. Using both our hands (I got the feeling she wasn’t sure what she was doing) I wedged my cockhead in between her labia and pushed.Rochelle was snug, not tight, and certainly wasn’t trying to tear the skin off my penis going in. For her part, my partner was going off beneath me chanting 'yes, yes, yes’ and rubbing her body against mine. By the way she was sparking against me, I knew she was close to orgasm.“Ugh – ugh – ugh,” Rochelle squirmed, “Oh, God! Yes!” she exulted beneath my body.She thrust rhythmically multiple times before gracefully resting against the wooden surface.“Oh, my God,” she gasped. “I’ve never had an orgasm that intense before, or had it happen so fast.”“That was all you, Elle,” I grinned. “You have built up a great deal of sexual energy over the years and I had better be careful with you or you’ll tear me up.”“Oh – wait, that is a good thing, isn’t it?” she asked from deep within her heaving bosom.“What did I tell you? The bodies of true women are dynamite and need to be handled with care. My main concern is that I can satisfy you,” I confided in her. She had no initial words in response, instead relying on an intense stare.“Elle?” she panted. “No one has called me Elle since my father died.”“Would you prefer I call you something else?” I replied.“No. It was a surprise, that’s all,” she told me. I pushed a little farther into Rochelle as she finished speaking. “Ooohhh,” she murmured.I let Rochelle’s legs fall to the side as I gently coasted in and out of her. I gave her a few minutes of tender sex before pulling out and kneeling between her legs.“What?” she started to mumble before my lips settled onto her cunt and my tongue rolled through her folds. “Oh, wow,” she moaned.Her clitoris was already evident so after a few generous strokes of the tongue, I tilted up and encased her clit in my lips and sucked. Rochelle bucked her hips in reaction and started up a deeply passionate groan. To add to life’s injustices, I was sure no one had ever gone down on Rochelle’s love box before.Despite having already cum once, Rochelle climaxed again inside five minutes.“Oh, God!” was her guttural gasp. Her body jerked, trembled, and stiffened before going still once more. I licked my way up her body, teasing both sides of her belly button, slobbering over her right breast, and ending up driving my tongue into a muscular dance with hers.“Mmmm, is that what I taste like?” she panted, with thankfully a good deal of pleasure.“Now you know one of the reasons I’ll be coming back for more,” I teased.“One; what is the other one?” she grinned wearily.“No, you don’t,” I responded with a kiss to her nose. “You don’t get to have that kind of fantastic reaction to me then act like it was nothing.”“Oh, don’t say that,” Rochelle scolded me, “I know I’m not very good.”“Are you dumping me?” I asked.“No,” she exclaimed anxiously, and clutched me with her hands on my upper arms and thighs pressing on my hips.“Why are you acting as if I didn’t enjoy myself?” I questioned. “You climaxed twice and guys love that kind of thing. My only problem is that we can’t keep giving you the screwing you so richly deserve. If we are missing much longer, they are going to send out search parties.” Rochelle continued to hold me tight but had calmed down a lot. It did take me a moment to figure out that I needed to carry the conversation.“How soon can we get together again?” I asked softly, which was precisely what she wanted to hear.“Maybe we shouldn’t,” she hesitated, but from my experience she was playing with me.“I know I’ve pushed this, Elle, but you are worth every effort. I see a sensual, mature woman abandoned by some guy who clearly didn’t appreciate her finer qualities,” I pledged.“Zane, the risks are so great,” she worried intently. “We could really suffer over this…affair.”“Fine,” I sat up, “I’ll give you up for your sake but you have to promise to do one thing for me.”“What is it?” she hesitantly inquired.“How many young women have been in your husband’s office less than five years?” I opened with.“Two,” she recalled somewhat confused.“The one with the most seniority; tomorrow I want you to go into her office and tell her you know about her liaisons with your husband – her boss – the Mayor,” I advised her. “Don’t act angry. Instead, act comfortable with the news and put her at ease. She’ll be glad to confide in someone, trust me.”“What if she hasn’t had an affair and goes to my husband with this accusation?” Rochelle bit her lip in concern.“Rochelle, you have a seriously hot body and incredible sexual energy. Since your husband hasn’t been neutered that I’m aware of, he’s been getting sex somewhere else. I haven’t heard of a thriving sex industry in town so for discretion’s sake, he is having sex with women he has power over; namely, employees,” I explained.“How did you come up with all of that?” she marveled.“Elle, there is nothing greater in all of God’s Creation than women, body and soul. I notice things that most people miss and appreciate qualities most ignore,” I enlightened her. “You have a smoking body but if you weren’t such a wonderful woman, I wouldn’t be here.”“Ah, you make me feel ten years younger,” she sighed before kissing me on the nipple and chest.“Crap,” I bitched. “That means I only have two more encounters with you before you become jail bait.” That assessment made her laugh joyously.“I’ve lost my mind and I don’t know why,” she breathed in a terribly sexy way, hardly upset at all.“We are leaving now,” I declared, “Because you are so sexy right this instant, if I stay, I’m going to hammer you so hard we are going to break this table. I’m not sure how we can explain that.”“Does the 'hammer me through the table’ line work on younger women?” Rochelle teased.“Do you want me to go grab a younger woman and find out?” I zinged back.“No!” she insisted. “I am sure we are not exclusive but I’m sure I don’t want to share you with anyone I don’t have to. I think we should get together again but I’ll have to contact you.”“Use Felicity’s phone and have her call Rio,” I directed. “She’ll get a message to me.”“Are you going to…seduce Felicity too?” Rochelle inquired warily.“Nope, that has never been my intention,” I answered. I wasn’t sure how to explain to Rochelle that the real worry was Rio kidnapping Felicity for a Lost Weekend of Sapphic splendor. A discussion about homosexuality and my acceptance of it wasn’t in the cards for tonight.“I want her and Lance to have a shot at happiness,” Rochelle said.“I want Felicity to be happy as well,” I evaded. If she noticed my failure to mention her youngest son, she was good enough not to press the matter. We kissed before we walked out the door and left; she went home and I headed home to have dinner with Jill. We had hot dogs and green beans; Jill had a hard three days at work and she wasn’t a diligent cook to begin with.MY SHIRT IS NOT MY FRIENDBefore heading back to campus I stopped by the Kappa Sigma House. I got some rather comfortable attention from the ladies, which was a bit bizarre when it was tag-team action from two sisters I’m pretty sure are lesbians. I stopped by to see Tawny for a minute to talk to her about the block party I might still have an invitation too.I ended up spending a few minutes of alone time with Leigh (okay, Paris is on her bed pretending to study but it isn’t a tiny room).“I know you need to go home soon,” Leigh lured me in with a sympathetic voice. I let her come into my arms and while I was aware she was about to shift me I was still taken aback by her enthusiasm.I landed back-first on her bed and she ended up straddling my crotch with her legs folded underneath her.“Let me help you with your shirt,” she grinned evilly. I wasn’t aware my shirt was in the way or that I wanted it off but what the hell. I started to unbutton my shirt but she slapped my hands away. Instead, she pulled my shirt out of my pants and yanked it up and up until the top was over my head.Once she had it over my face and my arms pinned, she stopped and snickered.“What the…oh, come on, Leigh,” I complained.“You like to be tied up, admit it,” she teased me.“Is your webcam on?” I countered.“If I say yes will you be even more turned on?” she wiggled on my aroused crotch. “Somebody says you will.” Leigh scooted down my body, then placed her tongue on my nipple and blew a cool breath on it. The arousal was agony. Things didn’t get better when she set her lips to the other nipple.“That’s it, Zane,” Leigh moaned, “so fucking big and hard.” She was rubbing her breasts and stomach along my rod, making me wish we were naked once more. Leigh was taking sadistic joy in working my nipples over too. It was so good that I was momentarily confused when she took in both of my nipples at once (honest – I don’t have man-boobs). I had a second tormentor.“Hey, Paris,” I gasped.“Zane, you are so sweet. I am going have to make use of your trellis Friday night because I can’t sleep right remembering how you tongued and dicked me over at the party,” Paris sighed happily. “Here, let me help you breathe.”Paris (?) helped move my shirt from over my chin and lips, which did help me take a deep breath, but in the intake, a nipple and a bit of breast were inserted past my lips. Paris was a 34B but could easily fit a C, and dining on her firm and vibrant flesh was no hardship for me. I figured that I could take two women at one time; I’d done it before.The third presence was perturbing but now both my nipples were covered. It was when a slick cold substance was placed upon my belly that I started to protest. I had the knowledge that there were four women over me when a newcomer initiated some licks, rubbing her flat tongue over me from sternum to belly button.“Oh, wow,” she said &a

Much like an onion, sometimes life seems to be made up of layers upon layers of complexity.     Our guest this week, Jonathan Elkhoury, definitely embodies a life of many such layers. Jonathan Elkhoury is a gay Christian Lebanese refugee who now lives in Israel. In 2000 when he was 8 years old, he and his family were forced to leave Lebanon for Israel after the Lebanese Civil War for their own protection because his father was a member of the South Lebanon Army (SLA), which was supported by the Israel Defense Forces which had just withdrew from the country after a lengthy engagement there.    These days, he is a speaker, public diplomacy adviser, commentator, and advocate for Israel. He founded and coordinated the ‘Minorities Project' for the organization Reservists on Duty in Israel. The Minorities Project is the first of its kind, in which Israeli minorities present their own perspective about life in the Democratic Jewish state and their part for its success today. Elkhoury is the former spokesman for the Christian Empowerment Council that focused on integrating the Christian population into Israeli society through national and military service. He himself completed his national service of 2 years in Rambam Hospital in Haifa. ‏Jonathan writes and gives talks about the situation of Christians and other minorities in Israel, the integration and rights of the South Lebanon Army. He is a frequent commentator for Israeli media on Israeli Arab relations and the Middle East. Links: https://www.onduty.org.il/ (Visit) Reservists on Duty, dedicated to defending freedom from hate by training college students and IDF reservists to speak with knowledge and confidence on behalf of Israel. Learn about ‘https://www.onduty.org.il/our-programs/the-minorities-project/ (The Minorities Project)' – dedicated to teaching about the lives of minorities in Israel and providing them with a platform to share their personal stories as well as their experiences in the military/national service, and to present their perspective on life in Israel. https://youtu.be/Qi08Ltv1SKo (Watch) Jonathan Elkhoury responding to CNN criticism towards Israel. Recent https://dayan.org/content/there-shift-lebanese-public-opinion-toward-israel (commentary) by Jonathan on whether there's a shift in Lebanese public opinion toward Israel. Jonathan Elkhoury on Twitter, https://twitter.com/Jonathan_Elk?ref_src=twsrc%5Egoogle%7Ctwcamp%5Eserp%7Ctwgr%5Eauthor (@Jonathan_Elk) Jonathan Elkhoury on https://www.facebook.com/elkhoury.jonathan (Facebook) Follow Jonathan on Instagram https://www.instagram.com/jon_elk/?hl=en (@jon_elk) As always, make sure to subscribe to Jewanced on https://open.spotify.com/show/6984NiP7H1ULW9lJeVt8Ie?si=6LouGFFLTsq7N2bKJhLXRw (Spotify), https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/jewanced/id1522195382 (Apple Podcasts), or wherever you get your podcasts and subscribe to our YouTube https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC7r6xLC1K4Zf29i9ttxbNFg/ (channel). For more information, visit us at http://www.jewanced.com/ (http://www.jewanced.com)

Between 1974 and 1976, the remaining M-50 Shermans were fully removed from active service in Israel. The surviving M-50s had different destinations. In 1975, a total of 75 were supplied to various Lebanese Christian militias during the Lebanese Civil War which began in 1975. 35 were supplied to the South Lebanon Army (SLA), 19 were provided to the Kataeb Regulatory Forces, 40 to the Lebanese Forces, one to the Guardians of the Cedars and 20 to the Tiger Militia. Article: https://tanks-encyclopedia.com/coldwa... If you liked this video, please consider donating on Patreon or Paypal! Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/tankartfund Paypal: https://www.paypal.me/tankartfund Our website: http://www.tanks-encyclopedia.com Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/tanksencyclo... Email: tanks.encyclopedia@gmail.com

Nataly Aukur (@natyourcolor),  was a Lebanese Christian living her best teen life in Beirut, until  2006 when war broke out between Hezbollah and Israel forcing Nataly and her family to make a harrowing escape out of Lebanon.  She remained a refugee for a year and when the dust settled, both literally and figuratively Nataly returned home but eventually found her way back to the States.  Nataly talks about how living in New York City has done more to shape her Arab identity than growing up in Beirut ever did. Music: Phantom Boyz and Arkitexx Recorded: Comic Strip Live Studios 

This week on the DTF Club, co-host William Brougham interviews author and activist Michael El-Bacha. In this candid and poignant interview Michael discusses his life including his upbringing in a  traditional Lebanese Christian household in […] http://media.rawvoice.com/joy_archives/p/joy.org.au/dtfclub/wp-content/uploads/sites/408/2018/10/Michael-El-Bacha-podcast-version.mp3 Podcast: Play in new window | Download (Duration: 56:18 — 64.4MB) The post DTF Club // Michael El-Bacha appeared first on DTF Club.

The Insult (Drama, Thriller) L'insulte (original title)After an emotional exchange between a Lebanese Christian and a Palestinian refugee escalates, the men end up in a court case that gets national attention.Director: Ziad DoueiriWriters: Ziad Doueiri, Joelle ToumaStars: Adel Karam, Kamel El Basha, Camille Salameh - (IMDb) Movies First RSS feed:  https://feeds.megaphone.fm/BIT7197946000 Stream podcast episodes on demand from www.bitesz.com (mobile friendly).  Subscribe, rate and review Movies First at all good podcatcher apps, including Apple Podcasts (formerly iTunes), Stitcher, PocketCasts, audioBoom, CastBox.FM, Podbean, Spreaker etc.For more, follow Movies First on Facebook, twitter and Google+:Facebook - @moviesfirsttwitter - @ moviesfirstGoogle+ -  https://plus.google.com/u/1/b/116201551232774363704/108207704769091029605 YouTube Channel: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCatJQHaVabIvzCLqO16XvSQ  If you're enjoying Movies First, please share and tell your friends. Your support would be appreciated...thank you.#movies #cinema #entertainment #podcast #reviews #moviesfirst Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices See acast.com/privacy for privacy and opt-out information.

Episode Description: In this episode, Christopher Schnese and Stephen Miller review The Insult. Directed by Ziad Doueiri. With Adel Karam, Kamel El Basha, and Camille Salameh. After an emotional exchange between a Lebanese Christian and a Palestinian refugee escalates, the men end up in a court case that gets national attention. Show Notes Hosts: • Christopher Schnese and Stephen Miller Featured Review: • The Insult The Verdict: • Stephen: Between Recommend (with Caveat) & Must See • Christopher: Must See Music for this Episode: • The Insult (Original Motion Picture Soundtrack) Contact the show: • email: fans@thespoilerwarning.com

Episode Description: In this episode, Christopher Schnese and Stephen Miller review The Insult. Directed by Ziad Doueiri. With Adel Karam, Kamel El Basha, and Camille Salameh. After an emotional exchange between a Lebanese Christian and a Palestinian refugee escalates, the men end up in a court case that gets national attention. Show Notes Hosts: • Christopher Schnese and Stephen Miller Featured Review: • The Insult The Verdict: • Stephen: Between Recommend (with Caveat) & Must See • Christopher: Must See Music for this Episode: • The Insult (Original Motion Picture Soundtrack) Contact the show: • email: fans@thespoilerwarning.com

A doctor working in Sabra and Shatila refugee camp in Lebanon recalls the massacre there in September 1982. Over the course of three days, Lebanese Christian militiamen killed and raped hundreds of the Palestinian inhabitants of Sabra and Shatila in Beirut in revenge for the assassination of their leader, Lebanese president elect, Bashir Gemayel. Dr Swee Ang treated the wounded in the basement of the only hospital in the camp; she tells Louise Hidalgo her story.Photo: A Palestinian woman cries while civil defence workers carry the body of one of her relatives from the rubble of her home in the Palestinian refugee camp of Shatila in West Beirut, 19th September 1982 (Credit: STF/AFP/Getty Images)

A doctor working in Sabra and Shatila refugee camp in Lebanon recalls the massacre there in September 1982. Over the course of three days, Lebanese Christian militiamen killed and raped hundreds of the Palestinian inhabitants of Sabra and Shatila in Beirut in revenge for the assassination of their leader, Lebanese president elect, Bashir Gemayel. Dr Swee Ang treated the wounded in the basement of the only hospital in the camp; she tells Louise Hidalgo her story. Photo: A Palestinian woman cries while civil defence workers carry the body of one of her relatives from the rubble of her home in the Palestinian refugee camp of Shatila in West Beirut, 19th September 1982 (Credit: STF/AFP/Getty Images)