Podcasts about madame

Nous sommes en décembre 1673. Jusque-là, en matière de reconnaissance d'enfants naturels, les rois de France ont eu l'habitude de mentionner la filiation du côté paternel comme du côté maternel. Ce qui, dans le cas de Madame de Montespan, maîtresse de Louis XIV, est impossible car les enfants seraient considérés comme doublement adultérins et leurs droits pourraient être contestés par le mari de la dame. Qu'à cela ne tienne, le roi n'y va pas par quatre chemins. Ainsi, dans les lettres qu'il signe pour légitimer les trois premiers enfants de la marquise, il passe le nom de la mère sous silence et n'établit que la seule parenté paternelle et royale. Le roi écrit : « La tendresse que la nature nous donne pour nos enfants, et beaucoup d'autres raisons qui augmentent considérablement en nous ces sentiments, nous obligent de reconnaître Louis-Auguste, Louis-César, et Louis-Françoise, et leur donner des marques publiques de cette reconnaissance. Pour assurer leurs états, nous avons estimé nécessaire d'expédier à cet effet nos lettres patentes pour déclarer notre volonté ; à quoi nous portons bien volontiers, que nous avons lieu d'espérer qu'ils répondront à la grandeur de leur naissance, et aux soins que nous faisons prendre de leur éducation ». A la différence de leurs prédécesseurs de la dynastie des Valois, les premiers souverains Bourbon assument leurs maîtresses et enfants naturels. Ils forment ensemble une autre famille, parallèle à la lignée légitime. Mais comment ces deux familles se comportent-elles entre elles ? Se font-elles concurrences ? Quelles sont les privilèges des unes et des autres ? Qu'en est-il de la crédibilité du pouvoir ? Les origines roturières, bourgeoises, courtisanes de certaines favorites ternissent-elles les couleurs du trône ? Les fortunes colossales amassées par la Montespan ou la Du Barry sont-elles sources de scandales ? La « contre-famille » royale a-t-elle contribué au déclin de la monarchie avant la Révolution ? Invitée : Flavie Leroux, chargée de recherche au Centre de recherche du château de Versailles. « L'autre famille royale -Bâtards et maîtresses d'Henri IV à Louis XVI » paru aux éd. Passés/composés. sujets traités : Bâtards, maitresses, Madame de Montespan, Louis XIV, Valois, Bourbon, Du Barry Merci pour votre écoute Un Jour dans l'Histoire, c'est également en direct tous les jours de la semaine de 13h15 à 14h30 sur www.rtbf.be/lapremiere Retrouvez tous les épisodes d'Un Jour dans l'Histoire sur notre plateforme Auvio.be :https://auvio.rtbf.be/emission/5936 Intéressés par l'histoire ? Vous pourriez également aimer nos autres podcasts : L'Histoire Continue: https://audmns.com/kSbpELwL'heure H : https://audmns.com/YagLLiKEt sa version à écouter en famille : La Mini Heure H https://audmns.com/YagLLiKAinsi que nos séries historiques :Chili, le Pays de mes Histoires : https://audmns.com/XHbnevhD-Day : https://audmns.com/JWRdPYIJoséphine Baker : https://audmns.com/wCfhoEwLa folle histoire de l'aviation : https://audmns.com/xAWjyWCLes Jeux Olympiques, l'étonnant miroir de notre Histoire : https://audmns.com/ZEIihzZMarguerite, la Voix d'une Résistante : https://audmns.com/zFDehnENapoléon, le crépuscule de l'Aigle : https://audmns.com/DcdnIUnUn Jour dans le Sport : https://audmns.com/xXlkHMHSous le sable des Pyramides : https://audmns.com/rXfVppvN'oubliez pas de vous y abonner pour ne rien manquer.Et si vous avez apprécié ce podcast, n'hésitez pas à nous donner des étoiles ou des commentaires, cela nous aide à le faire connaître plus largement. Hébergé par Audiomeans. Visitez audiomeans.fr/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

Pour finir l'année en beauté, pirates, prophètes, explorateurs, artistes et saints se croisent dans cette semaine spéciale d'Au Cœur de l'Histoire version fêtes.De Zarafa la girafe à Houdini le roi des évasions, de la naissance du Père Noël à l'art de la table de François Vatel, du mystère de l'expédition Lapérouse à la route de la soie, embarquez pour deux semaines spéciales où l'Histoire se pare de magie, de mystères et d'émotions !Stéphane Bern raconte une drôle de dame qui a donné à l'astrologie une visibilité et une popularité jamais vues auparavant, et jamais entendue non plus, sur l'antenne Europe1 entre 1970 et 1993. Ou la véritable histoire de Madame Soleil, la star des arts divinatoires…Pourquoi Madame Soleil était-elle si populaire ? Ses prédictions se sont-elles réalisées ? Comment a-t-elle marqué l'histoire d'Europe 1 ?Pour en parler, Stéphane Bern reçoit Christian Morin, animateur de "Allo c'est à vous" avec Madame Soleil sur Europe1, de 1984 à 1987. (rediffusion) - Présentation : Stéphane Bern- Réalisation : Guillaume Vasseau- Rédaction en chef : Benjamin Delsol- Auteure du récit : Charlotte Chaulin- Journaliste : Armelle ThibergeHébergé par Audiomeans. Visitez audiomeans.fr/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

Deux-cent-quarantième numéro de Chemins d'histoire, treizième numéro de la septième saison, émission animée par Luc Daireaux Émission diffusée le lundi 29 décembre 2025 Thème : Madame de Sablé, préciosité et jansénisme au XVIIe siècle Invitée : Agnès Cousson, professeure de littérature française du XVIIe siècle à l'université Grenoble-Alpes, autrice de deux livres consacrés à Madame de Sablé (1599-1678), une biographie sous-titrée « Le lustre du siècle », ainsi que l'édition critique des Œuvres complètes de l'autrice, Honoré Champion, 2025.

Ce Franco-Camerounais de 56 ans dirige avec fermeté et humilité ce centre pénitentiaire de l'ouest de la France. (Rediffusion du 19/08/2025) Il s'appelle Dieudonné Mbeleg. Ce père de quatre enfants est né au Cameroun. À 56 ans, il pilote avec humanité et fermeté le centre pénitentiaire de Nantes (Loire-Atlantique) : quatre établissements répartis sur 11 hectares, 1 800 prisonniers et 600 personnels pénitentiaires. Une ville dans la ville. La maison d'arrêt, comme de nombreuses prisons en France, est surpeuplée. « Ils sont à quatre en cellule, les matelas à terre. Pour moi, c'est un véritable casse-tête, car avec 508 places pour près de 1 000 détenus, le taux d'occupation dépasse les 200 %, et ça devient intenable », explique le directeur. Au cœur de la maison d'arrêt D'un pas décidé, il traverse la cour centrale. « Ils ne nous ont pas encore repérés, lance-t-il en levant les yeux en direction des bâtiments, sinon ils auraient commencé à crier. » Au loin dans les bâtiments, les cellules des détenus. Derrière les barreaux, leurs silhouettes se dessinent. « Il faut bien l'accepter parce que lorsqu'on enferme des personnes dans un endroit comme celui-ci, on sait qu'ils vont réagir », poursuit Dieudonné Mbeleg. « Le matin, lorsque vous venez au travail, vous ne savez pas trop ce qui vous attend, vous devez être joignable 24 heures sur 24 et être capable de décider dans l'urgence. Vous pouvez être conseillé, épaulé, soutenu… Mais c'est à vous de rassurer vos collaborateurs et de leur faire confiance », déclare le directeur. Issu d'une famille modeste  « Mon parcours est à l'image de cette diaspora africaine : une fois arrivée en France, elle aspire tout simplement à réussir », explique-t-il dans un large sourire. Dieudonné Mbeleg va commencer son parcours universitaire au Cameroun. Ses études scientifiques l'amènent ensuite en France, où sa vie va connaître un nouveau départ.   Après le concours à l'École nationale d'administration pénitentiaire, il va gravir progressivement tous les échelons : « J'ai pu accéder à de très hautes responsabilités sans jamais me dire : ''Est-ce que je pourrais y arriver ?''. Non, je ne me suis jamais posé ce type de question. J'ai eu des responsables qui m'ont fait confiance. Et moi, j'ai su saisir ces opportunités grâce au travail acharné, grâce aussi à la capacité de cette administration à pouvoir me donner ma chance. »  Il démarre sa carrière au centre pénitentiaire de Borgo, en Corse, puis à Avignon-Le Pontet, dans le Vaucluse, où il va diriger un établissement carcéral de très haute sécurité. « Je n'étais pas prédestiné à pouvoir diriger de tels établissements », affirme Dieudonné Mbeleg. Et pourtant, depuis un an, c'est le cas, avec le centre pénitentiaire de Nantes. Extrêmement complexe puisque, éclaté, ce lieu nécessite en termes de pilotage « une véritable stratégie pour accomplir cette mission extrêmement noble », comme il aime à le dire. Et d'ajouter : « Je me sens aujourd'hui légitime. Comme je le dis toujours, je pense être à ma place, à ma juste place. » Toujours souriant, Dieudonné Mbeleg assume avec humilité et fierté le chemin qu'il a parcouru.  À lire aussiDiasporas africaines en France: Mahi Traoré, Madame la proviseure [1/5]

Elle fut notre flamme, notre drapeau. On la désignait par ses initiales. Aujourd'hui, on a envie de l'appeler Madame. Elle fut la Française majuscule.Hébergé par Ausha. Visitez ausha.co/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

Originaire du Mali, elle dirige depuis cinq ans un lycée professionnel où se perpétue un art séculaire : celui du verre et du vitrail. (Rediffusion du 18/08/2025) En septembre 2020, elle prend la direction du lycée Lucas de Nehou, une école professionnelle et publique du verre et du vitrail en Île-de-France. Elle, c'est Maïmouna N'Daw Traoré, une femme au caractère bien trempé qui sait d'où elle vient et où elle va. Cette Française née au Mali a fait ses études universitaires à la Sorbonne, et quelques années plus tard, c'est dans ce quartier latin qu'elle est de retour pour devenir proviseure. Un poste qu'elle occupe avec fierté. « J'ai toujours su que je serais un jour proviseure », affirme-t-elle.  Maïmouna N'Daw, ou Mahi Traoré, son nom d'écrivaine, a un rire franc. Je suis noire mais je ne me plains pas, j'aurais pu être une femme est son tout premier roman autobiographique. Et il en dit long aussi sur sa personnalité.  « Si on veut savoir où on veut aller, il faut savoir d'où on vient, et c'est pour cela que j'ai toujours voulu être aux commandes. Je suis exactement à la place que je voulais avoir et je suis à la bonne place », avoue-t-elle sans complexe.  Enracinée à Paris depuis les années 1990, Mahi Traoré est donc aux commandes du lycée Lucas de Néhou, un établissement professionnel très particulier. Dans ces murs où se perpétue un art séculaire, celui du verre et du vitrail, on ne s'attendrait pas à y voir une Française d'origine malienne : « Moi, je m'attendais à tout de toute façon, parce que j'ai toujours voulu être proviseure, et j'ai toujours travaillé durement, ardemment pour pouvoir le devenir, explique Mahi Traoré. J'ai passé le concours de chef d'établissement trois fois. Je l'ai raté deux fois, mais ça a été deux échecs constructifs. Mais oui, j'ai toujours su que je serais un jour proviseure et à Paris, parce que c'était mon souhait, mon envie. C'est une nomination, on est beaucoup à candidater, et il faut être en capacité d'administrer à la fois une institution scolaire, publique, et républicaine. »  À lire aussiLe Journal d'une proviseure de Lycée atypique Rien ne l'arrête. Alors, une Française d'origine malienne, proviseure, c'est donc possible ? Absolument. « Je suis Noire, donc il y a certaines choses que je ne m'autorise pas, qui ne sont pas possibles. Eh bien, moi, je suis la preuve vivante qu'on peut y arriver », lance Maïmouna N'Daw Traoré. Et elle est prête à tout pour défendre cette école et ce patrimoine : « Je suis extrêmement opiniâtre. Je ne renonce jamais. Si on me dit non par la porte, je passe par la cave. Si on me dit non par la cave, je passe par la fenêtre. Si on me dit non par la fenêtre, je ferai un trou dans un mur. Je ne lâche jamais rien quand je suis convaincue de ce que je défends. Et moi, je me bats pour mon école, pour mes professeurs, pour mes parents d'élèves, mais encore une fois pour mes élèves, parce que c'est vraiment eux qui me donnent l'énergie. » Un état d'esprit qui a conquis les élèves prêts à s'engager comme elle.    Rien n'arrête Madame la proviseure. Elle milite pour revaloriser l'enseignement professionnel en France. Au Mali, elle veut bâtir une école destinée aux jeunes filles – orphelines ou victimes de violences – pour les encourager à concrétiser leurs rêves.  À lire aussiCrises multiples: quels impacts sur le bien être des filles et des femmes du Sahel?

durée : 00:51:28 - Répliques - par : Alain Finkielkraut - Emma Bovary ou toute une vie de romance irréalisable vécue au travers des rêves : ouvrons donc "Madame Bovary" ! - réalisation : François Caunac - invités : Marie-Hélène Lafon Écrivaine française; Philippe Dufour Professeur en littérature française et stylistique à l'Université de Tours, spécialiste du XIXe siècle, notamment de Gustave Flaubert, essayiste

Det här är ett gammalt favoritavsnitt av Somna med Henrik, som först släpptes 2 mars 2022. Nu under julen plockar jag fram fem gamla lyssnarfavoriter, som små konstiga adventsluckor du kan somna bakom.Somna, här följer jag med dig genom snöskottning, trötta korridorer av vardag och känslan av att vara en förstelnad fånge i sitt eget liv, samtidigt som allt objektivt är ganska bra. Vi pratar om sömnpoddar som vill få dig att “spänna av” och hur provocerande det kan vara när någon säger åt en hur man ska känna.Sedan tippar allt över i något annat. Plötsligt bor jag i en våning i Paris som sociitetsdamen Madame Pomflie, med öppna fönster åt tre håll, tunga gardiner, cigaretter med munstycke, konstiga gäster, den stränge Monsieur Benois, Tangerine som kommer och försvinner, mystiska Volterin och pudeln Fifi som är den enda som inte krånglar. Under allt ligger tuberkulossjukhus, barndom, hemlöshet och längtan efter ett liv där man både får vara fri och ha ett hem.Mot slutet landar vi i frågan om att vara förgylld utifrån eller glödande inifrån, om roller andra lägger på oss, och om den svajiga balansakten i att försöka vara förälder utan att klippa av sitt barns egen glöd. Sen stänger Madame Pomflie fönstren för kvällen och vi går och lägger oss allihop.Sov Gott!Mer om Henrik, klicka här: https://linktr.ee/HenrikstahlLyssna utan reklam, få extraavsnitt, spellistor med mera på: https://somnamedhenrik.supercast.com/ Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Épisode du 2025-12-27

durée : 00:20:08 - Lectures du soir - "Tout le peuple, ravi de voir tant de richesses que rapportait le Chevalier, le suivait avec mille acclamations dont le bruit parvint jusqu'au palais. Le roi ne put croire une chose si extraordinaire, il courut chez la reine pour l'en informer. "

In this episode of 'Science of Slink,' host Dr. Rosy Boa speaks with Sarah, known as Madame Daddy, about her journey into freestyle pole dancing. Starting with extensive dance experience in partner dancing such as Swing and Lindy Hop, Sarah found her passion in pole dancing in 2019. The conversation explores the transition from focusing on tricks to finding freedom in movement through freestyle. Topics include the importance of self-expression, autonomy in dance, and the unique, supportive nature of the pole dancing community. Sarah shares her experiences, advice for newcomers, and the significance of feedback and community support. Both Sarah and Dr. Rosy emphasize the value of experimentation, rest, and self-care in a dance practice, offering insights and inspiration for both new and experienced dancers.Are you a pole nerd interested in trying out online pole classes with Slink Through Strength? We'd love to have you! Use the code “podcast” for 10% off the Intro Pack and try out all of our unique online pole classes: https://app.acuityscheduling.com/catalog/25a67bd1/?productId=1828315&clearCart=true   Chapters:00:00 Introduction and Welcome00:44 Meet Sarah AKA Madame Daddy01:16 Sarah's Freestyle Journey03:39 The Art of Freestyling11:20 Advice for New Freestylers19:38 The Importance of Community and Feedback22:56 Rest and Recovery in Pole Dancing24:29 Conclusion and Final Thoughts

durée : 00:20:02 - Lectures du soir - "Tu ne sais donc pas, continua le chevalier, que cet empereur est le plus colère de tous les hommes, et que si je lui propose de rendre tout ce qu'il a pris au roi, il ne me fera d'autres réponses que de m'attacher une corde au cou et de me faire jeter dans la rivière"

durée : 00:20:00 - Lectures du soir - " Vous savez, dit le roi, qu'il y a un mois on vint me donner avis qu'un dragon d'une grandeur prodigieuse ravageait toute la contrée. Je croyais qu'on pourrait le tuer, et j'avais donné là-dessus les ordres nécessaires ; mais on a tout tenté inutilement. "

durée : 00:58:45 - Le Book Club - par : Mathilde Wagman - Madame d'Aulnoy, pionnière du merveilleux, nous a légué des récits peuplés de fées audacieuses et d'héroïnes intrépides. Ses contes sont cette année au programme du concours de l'école normale supérieure de Lyon. Nous les redécouvrons à cette occasion. - réalisation : Anna Holveck - invités : Déborah Levy-Bertherat Maître de conférences en littérature comparée à l'École normale supérieure; Fabienne Merel Professeure de classes préparatoires au lycée Pothier d'Orléans

durée : 00:20:17 - Lectures du soir - " Mon maître, il y a ici un homme qui nous peut être d'une grande utilité, c'est un bûcheron ; il a été doué. – Qu'entends-tu par ce terme ? interrompit Fortuné. – Doué veut dire qu'il a reçu un ou plusieurs dons de fées, ajouta le cheval, il faut que vous l'engagiez à venir avec vous"

Quaranteam - Dave In Dallas: Part 2 Lupie and Becca return from the Dallas Vax Center. Based on a post by RonanJWilkerson, in 12 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels. Let's review the List of characters: David Belsus (50)- adjunct professor at Eastfield College, DCCCD with a side hustle in data analysis. GuadaLupie Gutierrez (32); investment advisor, David's neighbor Esmeralda Gutierrez (9); Lupie's daughter Rebecca Sampson (18); Esme's babysitter Janice Hoppler (33); librarian, arrived to partner with Dave the same day Lupie and Becca left to get vaccinated. Shawna Cooper (36); senior meteorologist at WFAA, second woman sent to Dave outside a direct request. Olivia Barnes (21); Dave's goddaughter, horticulture major at Tarleton State University in Stephenville Melanie Ustanich (22); Livy's roommate, cybersecurity major at Tarleton. Dave smiled, a pair of events immediately coming to mind. He launched into a description of when Esme had called him up. Becca had been moping all day and Esme finally got her to admit that it was her birthday, but she hadn't heard from any family. Esme knew Becca loved meatloaf and mashed potatoes, but that was a bit out of her culinary reach. She asked Dave to help out. Well, first off, it was already after 5:30pm by the time Esme figured things out and got a hold of Dave. A meat loaf can take nearly an hour to cook, after all the ingredients are prepped and combined. But, if he made smaller portions, mini-meatloaves, it would cook faster. Oh, then He could Zoom with them and the three of them could eat together. "Wait, three?" "Yeah, in the beginning of lockdown, Lupie was stuck in New York. She's an investment manager and very good at it. She was giving a week-long training seminar when it happened." "But the lockdowns weren't big surprises. We all had some heads up to prepare, maybe unofficial, but it wasn't like they came out of the blue." "Yep, and her company choose to make sure the New York office had gotten the training Lupie had been going around doing, before they lock them away in their homes. They thought they could beat the clock. Lupie was practically climbing the walls by the third day. But that's a different discussion. We can come back to that." "Yeah, we definitely need to come back to that. I can't imagine being cut off from my kid, half a continent away from her with a major pandemic racing around." "It was rough." Dave returned to the original narrative, starting back with the moment he remembered some trick he'd seen making meatloaf cupcakes and piping mashed potatoes on top like it was icing. "You didn't. You can do that?" "I'd only seen it done before, but I managed to get it right enough." "For a teen girl mostly alone on her birthday, the attempt was probably 99% alone. Execution would be bonus points." "She was crying happy on the Zoom call. Esme is young but she's sneaky when she's planning something nice. She took delivery at the door and convinced Becca to sit at the table, not knowing what Esme was bringing over. Becca kissed the camera for the first minute after they brought up Zoom." Janice giggled. "I don't blame her." Janice made a 'lightbulb' face. "Oh, is that why she made you cupcakes for your birthday?" "Well, she might have done it anyway, but it was probably why she insisted she do it herself." In thinking along those lines, Dave remembered the letter he'd gotten yesterday. That would explain why Lupie had seemed a bit miffed that day. She'd wanted to do something special for his birthday, but had bowed to Becca's exuberant need to express her gratitude. His musing turned nearer to the moment. Janice was listening to him talk about two other women in affectionate, familiar terms, knowing full well those women would be here soon and share the bed with him as well, and she showed no signs of jealousy. Yeah, they mentioned something about it in the videos, but it was odd to see. "Okay, your turn. Tell me something about you, Janice." She winced. "Okay, first off, I'd prefer Jan in normal conversation. Janice is fine at some function outside the house, some formal setting, but when it's just family and associates." "Associates? Why not just say - " "Please don't use the same word as the title of that show." Dave was puzzled for a bit, then chortled. "Oh - " "Do. Not. Finish. That. Phrase." Janice glared. Dave nearly fell out of his chair laughing. Janice was thoroughly unamused. He forcefully collected himself. "Damn, I like that show, but I can get why you would not be happy. That character is annoying as hell." Jan stared, nonplussed. "I'll be good. Promise." He picked up her hand from the table and kissed it. Jan continued to give him half-squinty eyes. "So you were about to tell me something about you. Other than your death-ray eye superpower." "It's a good thing you're cute buster." She gave him a quick peck on the cheek. The squint was still there, but a bemused smile dangled below it. Janice proceeded to tell about the time the library put on a summer hands-on science series. One week the guide brought frogs and first red a book about frogs and their habitats. They let the kids reach in and touch some of the frogs - after rinsing their hands with deionized water first. Then they red a chapter from Frog & Toad. During the reading, one little boy wanted to touch the frogs again. He had earlier asked to hold one, but had been told the frogs had to stay inside the tub. The budding naturalist snuck behind the speaker, opened the lid, and took out a small frog. The frog of course took the chance to leap away. The startled and dismayed boy jumped back, knocking over the tub which he had not put the lid back on. Sixteen small to medium sized frogs dumped out on the floor. Startled as they were, they began hopping away, some heading through the equally startled mass of kids. Some of the children had declined to touch the frogs earlier and were now shrieking as the second Egyptian plague of Exodus blitzed outward from the tub, directly at them. Dave was holding his sides laughing as Jan continued. Obviously, story time was over. It took an hour and a half to calm the kids down, locate parents, ask a few of them to bring a change of garments for their little one - explaining the need for that took repetition of the same story to each parent, accompanied by laughter and sympathy and one angry Karen. Collecting the frog diaspora took the rest of the day, and three hours after closing. Dave was chortling and wiping tears from his eyes for a full minute after Jan finished. Jan settled into his lap, her arms draped around his neck. They kissed softly, languidly. David jarred backward. "Oh crap, I forgot to put in the order." "What order?" "I was going to order more groceries, especially snacks, and a couple of stuffed critters for Esme." "Lupie's little girl?" "Yep, she's mad about these things called Squish mallows. I could probably randomly pick one and she'd squeal happily to receive it. I held off ordering because I wanted to get your input, you know, anything special you wanted." Dave started leading her upstairs, which had Jan happy, but a bit less so when Dave made the turn for his office instead of heading straight to the bedroom. Gamely, she played along. Truth be told, she was glad to ask for a few things. She'd only been able to bring one rolling suitcase. They made the contactless pickup order for tomorrow morning and decided Dave would pick it up, with Jan remaining at the house in case Lupie, Becca, and Esme arrived while he was gone. As the order progressed though, Jan started laying soft kisses on Dave's cheek and forehead. Then she breathed soft and hot into his ear. Only a steely self-control kept him on task to finish, and Jan could see the battle warring in him. "You are so hot like this. I've never been around a guy that didn't jump me the moment I expressed the slightest interest. Sometimes before." Dave looked at her side-eyed as she wiggled her ass on his lap. His hands trembled. "Almost done. I'm just setting the pickup parameters. And I've had responsible reasons to hold back." He clicked submit on the last page, logged out of the site, and out of his computer. "I want you so bad." He turned his full attention to her, grasping her mid-torso, standing and pressing her to the nearest wall, his body pressed against her. Jan squeaked as he lifted her up, completely under his control. When he pressed her to the wall, her eyes lit up and she wrapped her arms around his neck, her legs around his waist and eagerly responded to his lips as he took hers with authority. She moaned softly. When Dave broke the kiss, they were both panting, fire flashing from eye to eye. She lowered her feet to the ground as he let off the pressure holding her to the wall. They practically raced to the bedroom, Jan in front, her left hand behind her holding his. Jan threw off the t-shirt as she crossed the bedroom threshold. Nope, no panties. Dave reached out and squeezed one butt cheek, causing Jan to let out an "eep!" and then laugh as she turned. She immediately began helping Dave strip off his clothes, walking backward the rest of the distance to the bed. Reaching the bed, Dave was now clad only in boxers, the two of them standing, Jan's legs pressed between Dave's and the bed, their bodies in loose contact. With a double-lift of his eyebrows, Dave shucked his boxers to the floor and placed two fingers of one hand gently on Jan's chest, between her soft, modest, lovely tits. He shoved lightly. Jan smiled crazily as she fell. Dave knelt at the edge of the bed, hooking her legs over his shoulders. He dropped hungry kisses on her inner thighs. Two on the left, then three on the right. One hot, suckling kiss far up her inner left thigh. Two quick kisses on her mound, then a long suckling kiss just to the right of her labia, barely out of contact with them. Emboldened by the heat and scent of arousal emanating from her, Dave sucked the full dimension of her light brown lower lips into his mouth, suckling them, massaging them with his lips wrapped over his teeth. He slipped his tongue gently past his lips, probing gently against her slit. Sliding along it. Flicking the delicate inner labia. His left hand snaked around her right leg. As it came over her hip, he let one finger trace against her skin, moving slowly, without pretense, hurry, or delay directly to her mound, adorned with a well-kempt narrow, vertical strip of curly black hair. His finger slowed to a crawl as it changed course downward. He switched to suckling the inner petals only, bringing his right hand up, one finger standing out, to her entrance. Jan moaned as he paused. Wanting, yearning. Then he slipped his finger in just as his lipped wrapped teeth pulled softly on her inner labia. "Ha! Oh fuck yeah! Fuck. Just like that you magnificent teasing bastard!" Jan's legs worked aimlessly, not gripping him, just loosely, slowly flailing, occasionally resting on the bed, but too worked up to hold still long. One finger of Dave's left hand reached Jan's now exposed clitoris. The touch alone ran through her like an electric shock and she screamed her pleasure again. Dave rubbed her clitoris gently, but firmly as he slipped a second finger into her, driving them in and out determinedly, with a mind to building her to release. Dave moved his hand away from Jan's clit, replacing it with his flicking tongue. "Oh" Jan's back arched. Her hands gripped tightly at the sheets. Her legs pulled back, lower legs dangling from tensed upper legs. Just as she uncoiled from the last wave, Dave turned his right hand over, sliding the fingers in and out in a slightly curved posture, stimulating and locating the much beloved nerve bundle on the roof of her vagina. Jan trembled again. "Fucking yeah, fucking maestro, fucking play me like a violin." Her voice shook and paused as she spoke. Her legs trembled. Dave sensed she was close. He positioned his fingers to flick against her g-spot as he flexed them in the beckoning 'come here' motion. The jolting response from that had not yet settled when Dave took her most sensitive nub in his mouth and massaged it with is lips around its edges and the tip with his tongue. Jan came unglued, shrieking and flailing as Dave pressed his joint oral and digital assault on her nethers. She gripped his head a few times, tightly, but never for more than a couple of seconds, the power of her orgasm short circuiting every ounce of her muscle control. As she collapsed to the bed, spent, awash in bliss, Dave relented and crawled up beside her on the bed. Jan lay panting, grinning like the proverbial cat. Between gasps, she relayed the metaphor. "But I'm the one that did the eating." Dave smiled wickedly. Jan laughed wildly, caught between the need for air and the hilarity of Dave's pun. Well, maybe not so hilarious, but she was certainly susceptible to granting high praise for anything he did over the next half hour or so. As her breathing calmed, Dave and Jan moved up the bed, getting their heads on the pillows and bodies fully on the mattress. With an eager, voracious look, Jan rolled over on top of Dave, slipping on leg to either side of his hips. Reaching behind her, she aligned his rigid member with her soppy wet entrance and threw herself backwards, engulfing his full length in one hungry thrust. "Fuck yes." Jan rocked her torso back and forth, parallel with Dave's, her rock-hard nipples sliding up and down his chest. Dave took to planting a kiss on her forehead at the top of each stroke. Jan placed her dainty hands on his chest and lifted her body off of his, transitioning to a rocking motion, undulating her torso and stirring his cock within her pussy. His shaft rubbed against her g-spot each stroke as her butt moved furthest backward. Her cries signified each contact. As she grew increasingly excited, Jan began riding up and down on Dave's member. He felt his own pleasure building. Dave reached one hand to Jan's tit, gently fondling the soft flesh and thumbing her nipple. His other hand reached to their point of contact, laying his thumb on her nub and gently pressing against it. Her own motions provided a rubbing motion. "Yes" Jan's head lolled back, practically limp. Dave lightly clasped her nipple between two fingers, giving a slight rolling motion. Jan rode him faster, becoming feverish, her breathing growing ragged. Dave felt the early spasms of her pending release and knew he wouldn't be far behind. He slipped both hands to her hips. At the first moment her hips seized, he grasped her firmly, pulling downward as he thrust upward. Jan exploded in a riot of flailing arms and rippling vaginal muscles. Her scream of joy echoed around the room even as it continued to issue from deep in her throat. Dave held as long as he could before allowing his own release to burst forth, erupting into her cavity and drenching her insides with his seed. Jan's body spasmed again, a second peak to her pleasure, a second, airless scream as her breath evacuated her body. Jan collapsed on Dave, rolling off immediately. The weight of her own body too taxing on her lungs attempting to replenish her much needed air supply. Dave held her close, only enough to maintain contact, yielding her space to recover. As Jan lay their breathing, she turned her eyes to Dave. She stared at him, still gasping. Her expression was unreadable, at least by Dave. Calming finally, she hugged him fiercely, kissed his jaw, and snuggled her head against him, but left her chest pulled slightly away to give her lungs full space to do their work. "God, I thought I was going to black out there. They weren't kidding about that 'when he pops' orgasm." "Better pleasure through science, baby." Jan barked a short laugh. "Science only did the last bit. The first two were all you hun." They lay quietly, enraptured by the tender intimacy of lying in each other's arms. Jan broke the silence after several minutes. "This is the one night I have you to myself. Becca and Lupie will be here tomorrow and your attention, emotional and physical will be divided between the three of us." Dave looked at her as she paused. "I should be jealous. But I'm not. I feel like that means there's something wrong with me, even though they said that was another effect of the serum. It's one thing to hear it, but totally another to feel it. Or not feel it. No, to feel it. I almost feel a sister ship with these two women I've never met. I think if you hadn't described them to me, let me feel your affection for them, your concern for the, I might be jealous now, and then it would turn off after they arrived, but the way you talk about them, it feels like they are already here, and part of us now." "I don't know how to respond to that." "I don't either, but I think it's a good thing. The fact is, we are sharing you - your bed, your life, our lives - and we have to get along for all our sakes. I don't regret it at all, it's just a little weird when you realize it's happening." Dave looked at her silently. "Just hold me David. Hold me all night." Chapter 3 – Reunited. September 20, 2020. Dave awoke to a strange sensation. Not one he was accustomed to. He felt the smooth feel of sheets against his legs and upper torso, but not between. A weight pressed down on his abdomen and a warm wetness encompassed his cock. Oh, right he has a girlfriend now. Sleeping in his bed. Well, not sleeping at the moment. Dave cracked his eyes open to see a large lump moving slowly under the sheets, over his pelvis in time with the wondrous, rhythmic feeling below his waist. He slipped a hand to Jan's back and trailed his fingertips softly along her satiny skin. Slowly, Jan slipped her head from under the sheet. "Good morning lover." Jan placed a soft, smoky kiss on his chin, her eyes locked on Dave's. "You don't have to do that every morning you know." "Of course not." Jan grinned wickedly. "The others will get their turns too. But for now, this kitty gets her morning cream." With that she slipped the sheet down his body, exposing him from the knees up, and settled her face on his organ again. Bowing to the inevitable - and loving every minute of it - Dave slipped a hand to Jan's thigh, sliding firmly, slowly, gently along the inside of her leg. He brought his hand close to her core, then slid slowly away, down to mid-thigh. Then back up. Jan hummed approvingly as he switched from his whole hand to just a single fingertip, adding swirls into the motion. He let the swirls drift closer and closer, knowing where she ached for him to brush against. But not yet. Reaching with both hands, Dave grasped the backs of Janice's thighs, lifting her lower body and rotating it towards his face, aligning their torsos, her mouth the pivot point. She squealed and giggled around his cock before clamping her lips firmly around his organ and doubling her efforts. With her hot wet sex directly in his face, Dave braced his thumbs about an inch to either side of her clitoris and moved them in unhurried circles. He lifted his face and blew hot breath at her slit. Jan's body tensed and flexed, a sign of encouragement even Dave could clearly read. Dave latched his lips on her dripping sex and nursed on her lower lips, drinking in her juices. He could feel her labia convulsing and puckering in response to his ministrations. Jan picked up her pace again. Dave wasn't sure if it was gratitude or a race, but he resolved he would not be the only one peaking this morning. Dave slipped his hands up her torso, taking her lovely pert tits into his hands, his fingers alternately groping her fleshy mounds and teasing her firm nipples. He slipped his tongue along her slit languidly before forming a firm spear of mouth muscle braced with the tip against her entrance. He plunged his tongue inside her. Jan's body seized and convulsed, her inner muscles grasping at his oral protrusion. Jan paused her worship of Dave's cock, bringing her head up to moan softly while his wet cock stood proudly in the cool air. As soon as the waves of pleasure had washed fully over her, Jan bent her head back to her self-appointed task. Dave did the same. In another minute or so, Jan brought Dave to his peak, causing him to jet gobs of the man cream she sought into her mouth as she captured it and swallowed as his balls paused between jets. The shuddering of her serum induced climax could not shake Jan's determination to consume every drop. Her first item of her morning to do list completed, Jan righted herself, then fell into bed alongside Dave. She gave him a kiss on the shoulder and snuggled in tightly with a big, satisfied smile on her face. After basking in the afterglow for several minutes, Jan spoke. "Make me breakfast and show me how?" Jan shredded cheddar while Dave cut bacon into small pieces with kitchen shears. Dave admired the small roundness of her ass pushing out his t-shirt, just a few inches above the hem. Her pokey, pert tits making small mounds to either side of the phrase "√-1 23 S p, and it was delicious." "This is not going to be authentic Mexican. It's barely recognizable as Tex-Mex, more like Messican." Jan raised an eyebrow. "A pile of food using some ingredients connected to Mexico or using flavors associated with Mexico, and so sloppy you absolutely must use a fork or spoon to eat it." Jan laughed. "Okay, Messican breakfast it is. What would this be if it were authentic?" "Migas. But we'd have to use chorizo instead of bacon and a Mexican cheese instead of cheddar. Maybe Oaxaca, that's got a great flavor for this." Dave dropped the cut-up bacon bits into the pre-heated pan hearing them sizzle immediately. "I love that sound." Jan smiled and leaned in for a kiss. Jan loved the counter play of soft eggs with the crunch of the bacon and tortilla strips. After they'd eaten, she offered to do dishes, so Dave went to his gun closet, getting out a back holster and a pistol. Now ready for yesterday's incident, Dave checked on the chickens again, finding nothing amiss this time. Other than the need to top off the food bin and water bucket. Time for the grocery pickup rapidly approached with no word from Lupie or Becca. Jan elected to remain, in case they arrived while Dave was gone. "I'll just have to suffer through sampling the library." She didn't have a poker face. "You already took a sample in the library." That got her laughing. Dave came through the door from the garage carrying a few bags with items needing refrigeration. He paused by the library door. "Hey hun, watcha readin?" Jan startled. "Oh, sorry, I didn't hear you come in. More in the car I take it?" "Yeah, can you grab the cold stuff first? I'll start stowing things in the fridge and freezer, then join you for the rest." As they were putting away groceries, Dave asked what Jan had been reading. "Baa Baa Black Sheep. By the binding and cover condition, I'm guessing you've red it already?" "Oh yeah. I loved the old TV show as a kid, so it was a treat to read about the real life guy it was based on." That started a discussion about 80's TV shows, and the re-runs playing then, and VHF and UHF stations that wound up as a general 80's slice of life retrospective. From a sci-fi nerd point of view. The discussion continued as Dave showed Jan the rest of the house, as well as the backyard and greenhouse. They had settled into the living room, sitting on the couch, on opposite ends with their lower legs tangled together, each reading, for nearly an hour when they heard a knock at the door. As Dave opened the door, Becca slammed into him. She clutched him tight, her head tucked down, pressed sideways against his chest. She was shaking. "Wow. They said the serum would make a woman aggressive. I didn't expect this though." Lupie's face made Dave quickly realize his assumption was misplaced. "Am I missing something?" "Later, David. Please" Lupie begged. "Sign here please sir." The soldier acted as if nothing unusual was going on. Lupie had a look of concern and sympathy. Dave signed quickly and ushered Lupie and Esme in while Becca shuffled along beside him, not letting go. Jan waited, standing, in the living room. "Lupie, Esme, Becca, this is Janice Hoppler, she arrived yesterday morning. She prefers Jan among family." Lupie shook Jan's hand and said hello warmly, slightly guarded. Becca refused to let go of Dave. Jan placed a reassuring hand on Becca's shoulder. Taking a closer look, Dave realized Becca's hair looked like it had been mussed and then raked back down with fingers rather than a comb or brush. On its own, he would have put that off to poor sleeping conditions in their overnight stay at the vaxx center. Other context clues were waking up a little voice in his head that something seriously wrong had happened while the ladies were away. Dave struggled to think of things that might soothe her. "Becca, I have mandarin Jarritos in the fridge and chocolate Pocky in the cupboard." Becca shook her head. "Just take me upstairs please, Dave." "Well, we need to get the three of you settled in, Bec." Becca squeezed tighter. "Please." It came out as a near whimper. Dave's face creased with concern as he looked to Lupie. "What happened?" "I'll tell you what I know before it's my turn." Lupie told him. "We should probably do this now though." "If Esme is fine with it, I can get her settled," Jan volunteered. "Which room is hers?" "Uh, you know, the one with ;” Dave said, walking awkwardly to the stairs. As Becca realized where he was going, she coordinated her movements with his, and then tried to lead the way, nearly dragging Dave the last few steps to the staircase. "Oh, oh right." Jan's look of worry only amplified Dave's concerns. He wasn't imagining then. Something had gone seriously wrong at that vax center. As Dave and Becca neared the staircase, Becca reached the arm behind Dave's back towards Lupie, beseechingly, making a grasping motion. Lupie acquiesced, following the pair up the stairs and into the master suite, and shutting the door behind the three of them. As they neared the bed, Becca began unbuttoning Dave's shirt. Dave reached to lift her shirt up, getting only partial compliance. Becca wanted Dave naked first. Dave played along, shucking his shoes and pulling off his socks. Dave stood there, stark naked, with a still clothed Becca holding tightly to him, but standing tall now, her head resting at the base of his neck. Becca slowly rubbed her whole body against him. Dave rubbed his hands along her back, hoping it would have a soothing effect. Becca began to grind her pelvis against Dave's. "Take me David. Make me yours." Becca stared into Dave's eyes, hungry and scared. "Make it so no one can take me away from you." Dave kissed her forehead, slowly moving his hands from her back to her tummy. It wasn't fast enough for Becca. She ripped her shirt over her head, then pulled her and Dave onto the bed. Taking a cue from her urgency, Dave undid her belt, button, and zipper, then grasped the hem of Becca's pants and yanked them off her. Becca and Lupie both gasped, but it didn't sound like fear, more like,; thrilled? Dave crawled back up the bed to lay beside her. He intended to get her aroused with kisses and touches, but Becca wasn't waiting. She pulled off her panties and lay with her legs apart. "Get on me David. Get in me and mark me as yours." Dave scooted closer, and sped his fingers along her side, resting softly under her lovely, small, bra-clad tit. Becca grabbed his shoulder and pulled, rolling him on top of her. "Now David Please!" her head lunged forward, capturing his lips and kissing him fiercely. Becca's arms took Dave in a bear hug. She wrapped her legs around his waist and began bucking her pelvis. "Just do it David," Lupie spoke in her softest tones. "I'll explain later, but she needs you now. I'm sure you want to give her something gentle and caring, but right now she needs the certainty and safety of being imprinted to you." Becca nodded beneath him, her eyes imploring. Taking a deep breath, Dave maneuvered himself to place the tip of his organ against her lips. He felt an abundance of wetness and felt relief. As frantic as she was, he'd expected her to be dry as a bone. That would have made consummation impossible. Feeling Dave near her entrance, Becca shoved herself downward, but faltered. Dave's cock skidded up her slit. Becca whimpered, but stilled. Dave realigned himself, working his tip past the labia before pushing firmly. Certain of his positioning, he pushed with increasing pressure. He felt something give way, and a sharp constriction as he pushed forward a few inches. "Ah!" Becca's scream, the anguish flooding her face and the knife-like pain threatening to chop off his dick brought Dave to an instant halt. He moved to pull out, but Becca's legs tightened around him, and Lupie pushed gently downward on his tailbone. Enough to signal him to hold position. Then Dave remembered, from Janice and the videos, that the first drop of pre-cum, the first encounter, would give a woman an incredible orgasm. His own arousal was swamped by his concern for Becca, leaving him firmly erect, but not leaking anything. For her sake, he had to relax himself. Well, two birds with one stone. Dave lowered his lips to Becca's. She was now lying flat on the bed beneath him, a modest gap between their torsos. Dave kissed her tenderly and she responded. He worked his way down her jawline to nibble on her earlobe. Becca's breathing caught. Dave whispered softly to her, so that not even Lupie could hear. "I'm going to show you all the love I can for the rest of my life Rebecca Sampson. I will prize your heart and your love above the delights of your body. And when I have passed, and you remain, I pray I have left you with joy and peace." Becca sobbed, clutching him close. Dave could feel a tension leave her body. There was even a tinge of joy in her crying. She began to work her hips again, slowly, the act still a delicate one for both of them due to her tightness. Dave matched her motions. With short, slow strokes, each relaxed into the union, and Dave felt his arousal rise. The first drop of precum finally leaked out of the tip of Dave's cock. Becca's body tensed, then bucked beneath him. A wild, weird part of Dave's brain wondered if Lupie had somehow hit her with a taser. "Hah" she cried out. Becca panted, trying to recover from her first ever orgasm. Dave held her gently, kissing first her cheeks, then her forehead. As she calmed, eyes reopened, looking hungry, Dave brought his mouth down to her neck, suckling lightly at her clavicle, without leaving a mark. He kissed his way down the to the slope of her tit. Recalling her earlier uncertainty about their attractiveness, Dave resolved to dispel the worry. He kissed in an inward spiral around her tit before taking her areola into his mouth and flicking her nipple with his tongue. Becca cried out, her back arching off the bed. When she settled, she took Dave's face in her hands and kissed him. "Thank you, David. Now please, finish this." Dave began working himself forward and back, slowly within her. A little more in than out, until he was fully inside her. He could see pleasure and happiness on her face, with some pain as well. He knew he couldn't eliminate the pain, but he was glad she was now getting some pleasure out of it. He kept up his steady pace, pausing if she flinched. As her pain began to subside, he gradually increased his thrusting speed and depth. Becca's legs unclenched from his waist, hanging in the air beside his hips. "Yes, David. More, please more. Keeping going, fill me up David." Her encouragement, her body rocking beneath him in harmony with his thrusting, her interspersed moans sent David over the edge. At the moment he erupted, Becca's eyes flew open and she screamed louder than before. Her whole body spasmed wildly until she collapsed like a marionette with its strings cut. "Imprinting; imprinting; imprinting ;” The oddly disturbing chant juxtaposed with the tight, satisfied grin on her face. Dave gingerly removed himself from her body and climbed off the bed. With Lupie's help, he pulled the sheets and covers from under Becca and then gently covered her. "I'll go wash up. When I come back, can you please tell me what the hell is going on?" Lupie just nodded, biting her upper lip. She followed him to bathroom, where she grabbed a washcloth, wetted it, squeezed out the excess, and went back to the bedroom. Dave followed her out once he had cleaned himself. "Sorry, I didn't mean to snap at you." "I know, David. It was a jarring time for me, and I knew what triggered this." "I would love to share in that knowledge." Lupie grinned at the dry humor. "This morning, after Rebecca and I had completed our Oracle questionnaires, a young woman approached the three of us. She greeted Becca and took her hand to lead her away. Now all three of us assumed we were being taken to you. As Esmeralda and I rose, the lady motioned for us to sit back down. When I inquired when Esme and I would be called, and how long we would be separated from Becca, the lady said she had no idea, and began to walk off again, leading Becca. Becca got upset and asked that we all go together, since we are both to be assigned to the same man. The lady argued with her for a few minutes, then noticed another official heading over. She dropped Becca's hand and took off. Becca was disturbed by the encounter and stayed close to the two of us from then on. We got our shots and returned to the holding area to wait out the medical watch period. A few minutes after our return, a man and woman in uniform took us into a separate room to talk. I think they were officers, but I don't know what part of the army they were in. They had two pistols on their right collar. My right, their left." "Military Police." Lupie looked at him questioningly. "I have a friend who served. He thought branch insignia was one of many useful things to know in a Teot Wawki scenario." "A what?" "The End Of The World As We Know It. He's a prepper & survivalist." Dave's face clouded. "I haven't heard from him in a while, but he doesn't communicate all the time. And yeah, I think this qualifies. Big time. The world is definitely changing in major ways." "Yes, it is. So these two officers questioned us for over an hour about every detail of what happened, going over each minute, each word multiple times. I actually started to think we were accused of something." Lupie slumped against Dave's chest. He wrapped his arms around her. The strange shape of the world and the problems of today did not prevent him experiencing a deep thrill at finally having her in his arms. Lupie. Beautiful, charming, enchanting Lupie. Here. on his bed, in his arms, pouring out her troubles to him. The troubles were concerning, but to be her bastion! Her comfort! Dave's heart raced. Lupie continued. "While we were in there, they seemed mostly focused on the woman's motivation. They keyed off something Becca remembered from the woman. Give me a second; the lady said 'Come with me, you can live a life of luxury, fuck a rich man once or twice a week, pop out a few babies and be waited on hand and foot lounging by a pool. None of his blondes do any work, that's for brunettes and Hispanics.' When Becca kept resisting the lady got real mad; 'do you really wanna go off to some suburban slob, washing dishes and mopping floors, and you'll still have to give him your coochie and pop out babies, you dumb bitch?' " "So they finally let us out. Esme was thirsty and Becca needed to wash her face. Becca went in while I watched Esme at the fountain. Becca had only been inside a few minutes when she shrieked and came screaming out. She said the lady was in there. She came out of one of the stalls as Becca was washing up." Lupie paused. "After that, Becca wouldn't let go of my hand. We were held in another room under guard for a while, while they searched for her again, but eventually they brought us here." Dave added a little extra squeeze to the hug and planted a loving kiss on Lupie's forehead. She looked up at him with a smile. "Do you have any idea how comforting this feels, to be able to tell you about a problem, to be held by you, as you listen?" "I know how amazing it feels to be the one you can share your troubles with. To be the arms you want to be in." Lupie sat up, leaned in and kissed Dave full on the lips. Lips meshed and moved. Tongues darted into mouths, tangling, teasing, frolicking. Hands began to roam. Dave delighted in the thrill of touching Lupie. After all this time. All that yearning. Lupie, here in his arms. Wanting him as much as he wants her. He tugged upward at the base of her shirt, pulling it out of her skirt waistband. Lupie wrapped her arms around his neck. Leaning forward, she arched her back, brushing her tits against him, with a slight side-to-side motion. Even Dave picked up that signal. All systems go for launch. Dave slid his hands under Lupie's shirt, skimming along her back. Her skin. He was touching her bare skin! Her kisses became more urgent. More than ok, his attentions were wanted. Dave brought his hands around front, outside her shirt, and began unbuttoning it. He peeled back her shirt, leaving it still draped from her shoulders, but mostly opened, revealing the center of her bra, and the middle of her tummy. She was in even better shape than Dave imagined. He had assumed all that office work and long hours - and the inevitable takeout food - had left her with a small paunch. But no. There might be enough flesh there to jiggle, but no bulge of any kind. He looked back to her eyes and saw hunger, need,; and uncertainty? Dave flung her shirt off, pressing his lips to hers, pressing her body back to the bed with his own. Lupie moaned, wrapping her arms around his torso, lightly raking her nails along his back, pulling him to her with her palms. Her body moved sinuously beneath him, enticing him. Dave slid one hand down Lupie's skirt-covered leg. To his full extension. He grasped the cloth, pulling it up to reveal her well-toned legs. Office work at her level does include a lot of walking. Her legs were masterpieces of girl next door perfection. Dave lowered himself to kiss her thighs. Lue gasped and groaned. "Oh David, please, don't tease me." She tugged on his head to draw him back. Instead, Dave grabbed hold of her panties and pulled them off in one smooth motion, neither hurried nor slow. Lupie's face brightened. Her smiled widened and lusty. Dave leaned back over Lupie. Her skirt now bunched around her waist, her legs apart. Her lovely brown, shorn lips beckoning him inside. Her inner labia fully flowered, the slightest hint of pink expressing her readiness and desire. Dave lowered himself atop her. He rested his weight on his hands and knees, aligning himself with her entrance while staring deeply into Lupie's eyes. The excitement there was unmistakable. Dave slowly pressed himself forward. Lupie brought her legs back, lifting her pelvis to him and making herself completely open to his penetration. Their mutual arousal already had a bead of precum formed on the end of Dave's organ. When he made contact with her soft petals, Lupie cried out like a banshee, her body shaking uncontrollably. She desperately clutched at Dave's torso, trying to anchor herself. When the shuddering stopped, Lupie gazed into his eyes again, the hunger undiminished. Amplified even. Dave reseated himself and thrust slowly into the woman he'd dreamed of for so long. She shook again, but not the chemically amped orgasm. The raw pleasure of being with together, of finally getting what they both wanted. Their eyes locked to one another, Dave thrust slowly, steadily while Lupie gently moved with him. Their passion built, as did the energy of their movement. Lupie clutched tightly to Dave's shoulders. He could see her pleasure building by the telltales in her expressions. He felt his own excitement building, not decreased in the slightest from having just completed the act with Becca. Lupie's body arched as she called out her ecstasy. The muscles of her passage grasped and massaged Dave's cock, kicking him over the edge as well. A second electric jolt surged through Lupie just as her natural orgasm peaked and began its decline. Her eyes rolled back and a guttural blend of cry and moan issued from deep in her chest. Lupie collapsed to the bed. "Imprinting; imprinting; imprinting" Dave held her in his arms for a long, satisfying moment. Dave did have other duties to attend. There were in fact, two other people still conscious in this house, and one was a newly arrived little girl that may need help adjusting to her new home. Dave slipped from the bed and pulled Lupie up so her head rested on a pillow. Her skirt more or less straightened itself as she moved, but Dave did add a bit of extra care, just to be sure. He pulled a light blanket from the walk-in closet, laying it over the sleeping form of his new partner. He draped her shirt over a nearby chair, where she could see it once she awakened. Then he dressed and headed downstairs. He emerged into the dining room to find Esme happily munching a corn dog, her plate also holding mac n' cheese and green beans. A very self-satisfied Jan sat at the head of the table, at an angle to Esme. "Ah, good you made her dinner." "Yep. OK, I just followed the box directions for the mac n' cheese. And the corn dogs were just heat up from frozen - but I did use the oven, not the microwave!" Jan beamed. Esme cleared her mouth, then, waving, said "Hi, Uncle Dave! Momma says we're living with you from now on? And; Jan helped me put my clothes in the dresser before making me dinner. Oh! And thank you for the kitty!" Seated in the chair beside Esme was a large squish mallow, solid black except for the crescents of its eyes. A cat tail and ears completed the appearance. Its presence at the table suggested the much desired 'new toy' love that Dave hoped would ease Esme's transition. Dave gave Jan a kiss. "You did great, babe. Thanks for looking out." Jan's victorious grin and the glow from Dave's praise did not quite hide her concern over the obvious, but yet unknown explanation of Becca's state upon arrival. Dave shifted his eyes in Esme's direction, then back to Jan and shook his head. "You two want to talk without me, Uncle Dave?" "And just what would we talk about Miss Esmeralda?" "I'm nine, Uncle Dave, not stupid. That lady was spooky, and Mom and Becca were in that room a long time talking with those military people. And then Becca shrieked pretty loud coming out of the bathroom. I may not know everything, but something pretty sketch happened." Dave kissed the crown of Esme's head and held her close to him for a moment. "Don't worry about it, Esme, it's over now. Those people are not going to hurt you, or Becca or your mom." To break the uncomfortable silence, Dave prodded Esme to pick a movie for the three of them. It was getting on into the evening, but there wasn't any school in the morning, so it wouldn't hurt to late her stay up past ten if it came to that. Dave did dishes while Jan led Esme into the living room. Esme needed no help setting things up though. She was nine years old after all. Dave rejoined them to hear 'let the storm rage on ; ' and see Esme, at one end of the couch, her head beginning to nod. Old tricks always work. After a tiring day, a hot meal and an old familiar movie work like magic, even on a nine year old. Dave waited another fifteen minutes for her to zonk out completely, but not get a crick in her neck. He scooped her in his arms and carried her up to her bed. Jan followed them with the fluffy critter. Jan pulled back the covers so Dave could lay Esme in the bed. He pulled off her shoes in socks before covering her gently. Jan placed the newly beloved toy beside her before they left. Once Dave shut the door, Jan shoved him against the wall and kissed him fervently. "You knew that would put her out didn't you?" Dave nodded. "That was so fucking awesomely domestic. My ovaries want to latch on to you and never let go. You obviously care for that little girl, and seeing it makes me giddy. Oh my god, I so want to have babies with you." "Did you just say the unspeakable three words?" "Hush," she said with a giggle, "don't harsh this yummy feeling." "Perish the thought." Dave kissed her tenderly. He took her hand and led her back down to the living room couch. There, he proceeded to fill her in on everything Lupie had told him. Janice's eyes grew wider as the grotesque nature of the attack on Becca unveiled. "Dear God, no wonder the girl was so clingy. I'm surprised she didn't mount you in the entry way." "Well, she's - was - a virgin, so I don't think she would be up for something so public." Dave face must have betrayed his mixed emotions. "What is it?" "I knew she was a virgin, that's something we had already discussed. I had planned on; being; more delicate? In my approach with her, you know, taking my time, not rushing things. But this mess happens, and she's insistent that I take her immediately, no warm-up, no gentleness. I; I wanted to do better for her. I wanted this to be a happy memory for her." "You can't control outside events, David. And you can't control her reactions to them. From the sounds of things, I completely understand her response. I think I would have done largely the same in her shoes. And as someone that's been with you for two full days now," she grinned at Dave's raised eyebrow, "I know you slipped in whatever tenderness, whatever care and concern was possible as you gave her what she asked for. What she needed." Dave sat back, taking a deep breath, trying clear his mind. Jan leaned in, whispering in his ear. "Dave, you big stud." She kissed his cheek. "Take me to bed or lose me forever." Dave barked out a laugh, then stood, reaching out his hand. "Show me the way home honey." Three new women join Dave's family. Chapter 4 – Revelation. September 21, 2020. Dave woke to find Becca curled against his left side and Lupie curled against his right, just as Jan had helped him arrange last night before the two had gone to sleep; and after Jan had gotten her turn at Dave. Jan lay beyond Lupie, on her side, facing away. Dave reached over and stroked her back. "I'm awake." Jan rolled over to face him. She gave him a drowsy smile. "Mostly. I could really use some coffee." "I got a coffee maker, grinder and a bag of whole bean coffee you asked for in the pickup order yesterday." "Yeah, but you forgot the maid to make it and carry it up here." Lupie chimed in. Dave thought he'd heard her breathing change in the last minute. "I know, right?" Jan chuckled. "How do you expect to keep a harem of horny babes if you don't give us the amenities." Feeling playful, he gave her guff right back. "Woman, you are the amenities." He kept his face neutral long enough for Lupie to raise her head and stare back at him. He busted out laughing. "Okay, I'd make a terrible dom." He paused while Lupie delivered a light peck on the lips. "Seriously, I never drank coffee. I have no idea how to make it. I got you the tools and ingredients, so if you want some, have at it." "Fine," Jan said, rising, "but I'm taking one star off my review of this hotel because of this." "Still, the room servicing was amazing." Lupie added, with little wiggle of her nude ass, having gotten out of bed as well. Jan barked a laugh and high-fived her. "We'll get some coffee and breakfast started. Why don't you lie here until Becca wakes? I think waking in your arms will do wonders for her. Might be the capstone to last night that will ease her mind." Both ladies dressed quickly, a pair of shorts from their luggage, and one of Dave's t-shirts. It seems solidarity was the theme of the day. Jan chose "Back in my day we had nine planets" while Lupie chose "That's okay Pluto, I'm not a planet either." Dave couldn't argue with that reasoning, so he lay there holding the pretty young blonde in his arms watching the receding forms of his two; girlfriends? What the hell should he call them? Teammates sounded like something for sports, or the brainchild of a particularly lame poli-sci major. The smell of coffee had whispered through the room for several minutes when the enticing aroma of chorizo warmed the air. Dave smiled. He'd bet anything Jan had mentioned the migas from the other morning and Lupie had found the chorizo he ordered. Becca stirred against him. She stretched, cat-like, arching her back. This had the effect of pressing her tits against him. Which in turn brought his presence to her attention. Her eyes flew open and her arms crossed over her chest, suddenly embarrassed she was naked in bed with a man. Further recognition passed over her face and she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him fiercely. Becca broke from the kiss beaming. Then an impish veil flitted on her face and she slipped her body atop his with a slight wince as she parted her legs to straddle over him. Dave caught her hips. "Easy there, kitten. Give yourself a little break. Smells like breakfast is ready, and we have our wholes lives ahead of us now." Becca kissed him again, slipping her tongue into his mouth briefly, tentatively. Then she hopped out of bed and dug a pair of shorts out of her bag. "Dave, could I wear one of your shirts?" "Seriously? Jan and Lupie did the same. Well, they didn't ask, they just walked into the closet and grabbed one each." Becca flashed him a smile, saying nothing as she strode to the closet. Dave enjoyed the slightest jiggle of her modest tits as her topless form walked by. "They must have coordinated while they were in there because they both came out in Pluto themed shirts." After a minute of hangers being shifted back and forth, Becca called out "Dave, how many Pluto shirts do you have?" "Just the two I think." "Damn." Said Becca, coming back out to the closet doorway, still topless and facing Dave. She leaned against the frame, thinking. Dave enjoyed the view. "Aw, hell." She walked over to her own luggage, rummaged about and pulled out a t-shirt. Once she donned it, Dave red the print on it ' hashtag justice for Pluto'. He laughed. "Nice. It fits with the other two. Why the resignation?" "Because I could either show unity with them by wearing this, or I could wear one of your shirts. First morning together, I would have liked to wear one of your shirts." "That's a big deal?" "Huge." "Then wear one of my shirts. I'm sure the others will understand. In fact, it's still solidarity, because you're all wearing one of my nerd shirts." "I like the way you think, Dave." Becca ripped off the shirt and raced back to the closet. She came out with his shirt that looks like a NASA shirt, but replaces the word NASA with SHINY, and on the swoop is the image of a spaceship from a short-lived TV show. "Madame has impeccable taste." "Mademoiselle. Madame is for married women." "In broader terms, madam is for a woman who has permanently bonded herself to a man. Just as you have. At least until the bio-freaks undo the little oddity in their mad science formula." "Well then," Jan said from just inside the bedroom door, "maybe you could get your hiney dressed and join your other two wives for the breakfast they just finished making." She looked to Becca. "Coffee's ready by the way." Neither woman left, instead taking the chance to watch Dave emerge from the covers and dress. Becca approached Jan tentatively. She did a poor job of whispering "Why does it feel so much bigger inside?" Jan chortled. "Because it is bigger when it's going inside you." Dave replied. Becca blushed, realizing she'd been too loud. "Some of us get 'compact' when there's no need for size." "But your balls are still big." Becca blushed so hard she had to look away to speak. "Yeah, those don't shrink. I guess that's one way to distinguish a winky dink from a grower." Dave came out of the closet with a t-shirt that red 'I aim to misbehave, and nothing in the verse can stop me' curved around the word 'Brown coat'. Becca grinned broadly and returned the high-five he offered before the three of them headed downstairs. "Dave?" Jan prompted "Yes dear?" All three ladies grinned at that jest. "I noticed you don't have any books for younger people. How about we see what Esme has next door, and then I order some more, you know to give her some variety." Lupie brightened at Jan's suggestion. It seems cooperation was coming naturally to the three ladies sharing his bed. Their bed. Ho. He'd been single long enough, now he had to adjust his head. Anyway, it was an auspicious start. The five of them sat around the table, still nibbling at bits of breakfast. Esme was already waiting when the trio had descended the stairs. Esme, Dave, and Becca had thanked Jan and Lupie for making breakfast. Lupie took care to point out Jan had chopped the fruit for the side and sliced the tortillas into strips while Lupie made fresh salsa and chorizo and eggs. "Oh, yeah. Check the closets first. Either in my office, or one of the bedrooms you'll find some boxes of kid's and young adult books." Dave paused for a bite. "I think you already know I'm a prepper. One thing I wanted to be sure of is to preserve knowledge and; cultural legacy maybe? So yeah, there are books in boxes right now too. We could get some more bookshelves and set up say one in each bedroom maybe." Jan looked at him with dopey eyes. "Feeling the same way you did that first morning?" Dave said with a smirk. "Less immediate, more warm and fuzzy version, but yeah." "I'll order more bookshelves then." Dave smiled warmly. "I already ordered two full beds for the two rooms that are completely empty, plus dressers for all four rooms and more sheets and towels. The sheets and towels are scheduled to arrive in a few more days. The furniture is listed as arriving in a week. We'll see." "Hey, Dave?" Becca asked. He'd have to get used to seeing her without glasses. That was probably why her 'after imprint nap' took longer than Lupie's; the regen effect repaired her eyes. She'd instinctively reached for her glasses and abruptly realized she could see better without them. That had earned her a pair of high fives from Dave and Jan before they left the bedroom. Lupie and Esme hugged her when she got downstairs and told them. Dave suppressed a smirk. "Yes dear?" Three pairs of eyes rolled, over top soft smiles. "Why don't you just get a bunch of bunk beds. There's going to be a lot more women coming. At least twelve total." "Yeah sure, I could fit two sets of bunk beds into each room. Then I can just walk down the hallway to the rooms were I 'store' my women to select the day's lays". Dave rolled his eyes to accent the sarcasm. Jan and Becca giggled, but Lupie glared. Then he remembered Esme was at the table. "Uh, yeah, sorry 'bout that. Uh;” "Oh please, I already learned about sex in health class. And I heard both of you last night, mom. Keep busting Dave's chops and I'll tell him what I hear coming from your room when I get up to get a glass of water late at night." Lupie's eyes went wide for a moment, then settled to mom-stern look. "Watch it mija, no matter what you know or think you know, I'm still your mother." Esme turned to Dave. "I hear m---" Dave put a finger to her lips. "No matter what you know or think you know, she's still your mother." September 22, 2020. "David Jeffrey Belsus!" Dave stopped in his tracks, one foot on the last step, the other hanging in mid-air in its path to the living room floor. He looked around bewildered, not sure what he'd done. "What the hell are you doing?!" Lupie's indignant voice managed not to shout, but clearly wanted to. "Uh, laundry." He had a basket on his hip, loaded with sheets from the bed. "I can see that, why are you doing laundry?" "I had sex with three women in my bed last night, these sheets need some cleanin'." Lupie's hand rubbed her face. Dave imagined this might be the same motion when Esme was being difficult. Only, he wasn't trying to and had no idea what was causing all this consternation. "David, there are four other people under this roof who can handle the laundry. Esme is quite good with regular laundry items. Not yet ready for special items. You should be working, or working out, or resting, or dosing one of us, or thinking about what changes might be necessary as more women arrive. We should be doing this sort of thing. This will be even more important as more women join the family, David. You're a manager of a small company that lives together and makes babies. Eventually." "I'm not comfortable labeling a chore as 'women's work' Lupie." Lupie snorted. "A week ago I would agree with you. The world changed." "I'm still cooking. At least sometimes. And If I see something dirty or misplaced, I'm still picking it up. And you still have your investment job. You have things to do beside playing mega housewife." "The firm is shutting down, the accounts are being taken over by another company since all our senior partners died." Lupie grimaced. "I have about a week's worth of work remaining for the hand over, and then I'm out of a job. The new organization didn't hire me. But, I still have my license. I can manage investments for the family." "Or start your own firm. Surely there are clients looking for someone new. Maybe some clients from your old firm that would prefer a familiar face." "I told you before David, I want to make family my focus. I can do some day trading and manage our investments, but I would love to spend time with you and Esme, and now Janice and Becca, and whoever else joins us. I want to do crafts and sew and garden and cook wonderful meals from scratch. I want to be involved in community projects when we have a community again. I was good at my job, but it was a job. I love family. Please, let me, let us take care of these things." Dave mixed drinks for the four of them and brought the glasses into the living room, where the ladies had spread themselves about the space. There was no tension, but everyone seemed to want a bit of space after waking up in a nude pile this morning. Lupie raised one eyebrow when Dave handed a glass to Becca. Dave mouthed the word 'light'. "Are you sure?" Becca asked. "You looked like you wanted one when I mentioned making them. And you're effectively my spouse; one of my spouses; " Dave rolled his eyes at the weirdness of the concept, "and state law allows it under that condi

durée : 00:19:59 - Lectures du soir - "– Vous n'avez pas obligé une ingrate, dit la bergère, je vous connais, charmante Belle-Belle, je sais où vous allez, et tous vos desseins ; je suis fée, et mon inclination me porte à combler de biens ceux qui le méritent. "

“La musique c'était mieux avant” versus “Eh toi ça va l'intello bobo”... Les goûts et les couleurs en musique ça ne se discute pas… ben si ! Madame meuf t'aider à t'en sortir en société ! ⁠Retrouvez tous les épisodes de Madame Meuf ici. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Quelque chose ne tourne pas rond à Perpète-le-Bois-Joli. Dans ce village, personne n'a envoyé de lettre au Père Noël. Coco Moustache a décidé de résoudre ce mystère. Suis-la dans son aventure et pars chaque jour à la rencontre d'un habitant du village… Ce soir, toc ! toc ! toc ! Elle frappe à la porte de madame Chevreuil. En attendant la fête de Noël, la Grande histoire de Pomme d'Api vous invite à écouter un épisode d'Opération Noël ! Un rendez-vous quotidien du 1er au 24 décembre. La grande histoire de Pomme d'Api,c'est un podcast proposé par le magazine Pomme d'Api.L'histoire du mois de décembre 2025 a été écrite par Alexandra Garibal pour le magazine Pomme d'Api n°718. Les illustrations ont été réalisées par Maria Neradova. Ce podcast est préparé et animé par Bayard Jeunesse. Voix hoste : Aude Loyer-Hascoet. Textes lus par Pierre-François Garel. Réalisation : Sodasound. Productrice : Hélène Loiseau pour Bayard Jeunesse    Un podcast Bayard Jeunesse – Décembre 2025Hébergé par Ausha. Visitez ausha.co/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

A special set Disco House Playlist: 1/ Pete Le Freak Power « Five Six Seven Eight » 2/ Da Lukas, Musione 2 « Free & Happy » 3/ A Digital Needle « Come With Me » 4/ Jo Bisso /Funky French League « The Mystery With Me » (Young Pulse edit) 5/ Steely Dan /Funky French League « Josie » (MonsieurWilly Disco Mix) 6/ Natasha Kitty Katt « Kosmic Oscilliations » (Dexter Jones Cosmic Glue Remix) 7/ Random Soul « No Credit » (VIP Boogie Extended Mix) 8/ Sgt Slick « Make It Happen » 9/ OKPLUS, Emél « Get On Up » (Art Of Tones Extended Remix) 10/ Nick Holder « Dance, Dance, Dance » 11/ HP Vince « We Love D.I.S.C.O. » 12/ Aspen Bizarre Disco « Deborah's Twist » 13/ Floorplan « You're A Shining Star » 14/ Daniel Dash « Bless Ya » 15/ Javi Frias « The Big C » 16/ JKriv, Megatronic « Out of Time » 17/ Midland « Double Feature »

Chroniqueurs :Eric Revel, essayisteMatthieu Hocque, Directeur adjoint des Etudes du Think-Tank Le MillénaireHébergé par Audiomeans. Visitez audiomeans.fr/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

Madame de Motteville a été discrète tout au long de sa vie, mais c'est probablement dans ses Mémoires qu'il faut aller trouver de nombreuses clés pour comprendre son époque.Mention légales : Vos données de connexion, dont votre adresse IP, sont traités par Radio Classique, responsable de traitement, sur la base de son intérêt légitime, par l'intermédiaire de son sous-traitant Ausha, à des fins de réalisation de statistiques agréées et de lutte contre la fraude. Ces données sont supprimées en temps réel pour la finalité statistique et sous cinq mois à compter de la collecte à des fins de lutte contre la fraude. Pour plus d'informations sur les traitements réalisés par Radio Classique et exercer vos droits, consultez notre Politique de confidentialité.Hébergé par Ausha. Visitez ausha.co/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

Μπορεί να είμαστε μια ανάσα από τα Χριστούγεννα αλλά το πνεύμα τους δεν έχει μπει στην επικαιρότητα. Χολιγουντιανές δολοφονίες, τραμπουκισμοί, μηνύσεις, δυστοπίες. Η Madame Ginger μας πασπαλίζει όμως με αυτοφροντίδα.

Madame de Motteville a été discrète tout au long de sa vie, mais c'est probablement dans ses Mémoires qu'il faut aller trouver de nombreuses clés pour comprendre son époque. Mention légales : Vos données de connexion, dont votre adresse IP, sont traités par Radio Classique, responsable de traitement, sur la base de son intérêt légitime, par l'intermédiaire de son sous-traitant Ausha, à des fins de réalisation de statistiques agréées et de lutte contre la fraude. Ces données sont supprimées en temps réel pour la finalité statistique et sous cinq mois à compter de la collecte à des fins de lutte contre la fraude. Pour plus d'informations sur les traitements réalisés par Radio Classique et exercer vos droits, consultez notre Politique de confidentialité.Hébergé par Ausha. Visitez ausha.co/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

Découvrez comment Adam et Mona se transforment en lutins de Noël pour offrir la plus belle des surprises à leur voisine

J'ai eu l'immense honneur de recevoir Samira Sitaïl, Ambassadeur du Maroc en France.Une rencontre rare, sincère et profondément inspirante.Au fil de cette interview, elle se livre sans détour :✨ son parcours académique✨ son évolution dans les médias au Maroc✨ les coulisses de sa nomination au poste d'Ambassadeur✨ son rôle, son quotidien et les défis de la diplomatieMais surtout, elle rappelle avec force en quoi les MRE (marocains résidents à l'étranger) sont une priorité, au cœur de son engagement et de son action.Un échange authentique qui met en lumière un parcours construit sur le travail, l'exigence et la conviction que rien ne remplace l'effort.Un témoignage précieux. Merci Madame l'Ambassadeur d'avoir pris le temps de répondre à toutes mes questions. Hébergé par Ausha. Visitez ausha.co/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

Handelt es sich bei Bayerns erstem Picasso um NS-verfolgungsbedingt entzogenes Kulturgut? Ein wahrer Krimi über Kunst als Wertanlage, nebulöse Museumsdeals und das Ringen um den richtigen Umgang mit der Vergangenheit.

We wrap up Star Wars Visions Volume 3 with episodes 7-9 of the animated shorts.Listen after the outro for a special message from STAR TREK ENTERPRISE Actor John Billingsley about the HOLLYWOOD FOOD COALITION and how you can help today!FATE OF THE OLD REPUBLIC Announced with Trailer Drop! Find us online at secretfriendsunite.com for ALL of our episodes, additional content and bios of our SFU Network stars!The mail bag is wide open at secretfriendsunite@gmail.com !! Tell us your thoughts on what's going on in the STAR WARS Galaxy and we might feature your comments on an upcoming episode!Hit us up at Secret.Friends.Unite on Threads, BlueSky & Instagram and @TheCeeThree on Threads, BlueSky and Instagram. Let us know what you're enjoying in the STAR WARS world!Secret Friends Unite LinktreePlease support Pancreatic Cancer Research at https://pancan.org/Join our Secret Friends Unite Discord for great geek discussions of all kinds! https://discord.gg/AX9qwErUWebsite: Chaotic Good Coffee, Comics, and GamesSubscribe to our YouTube Channel! https://www.youtube.com/c/SecretFriendsUniteGet all your SECRET FRIENDS UNITE merch at our Redbubble store! Click here

Cette histoire montre qu'avec de la volonté et de la positivité, on peut se sortir de beaucoup de galères ! La clarinettiste, Morgane Raoux, a bien cru qu'elle ne pourrait jamais plus jouer à la suite d'un problème de santé. Mais, dans sa tête, jamais n'existe pas !Hébergé par Audiomeans. Visitez audiomeans.fr/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

Diane Kruger is a German actress known for her verticality in roles and languages, from Hollywood blockbusters like "Troy" and "National Treasure," to Tarantino's "Inglourious Basterds" and international gems like "In the Fade," for which she won Best Actress at Cannes. Currently she stars in two television series, "The Seduction," a French-language period drama for HBO MAX, in which she plays Madame de Rosemonde, and "Little Disasters," a psychological thriller for Paramount+ where she plays a complex, fiercely devoted new mother whose world collapses around her. On this episode, she gives us a peek inside her acting process and the ingredients in the "sauce" that help her do her work, like why she's not fond of rehearsal, the importance of trust and collaboration, how a detailed backstory helps her, why she wouldn't want to play the same character for dozens of episodes, and much more. Back To One is the in-depth, no-nonsense, actors-on-acting podcast from  Filmmaker Magazine. In each episode, host Peter Rinaldi invites one working actor to do a deep dive into their unique process, psychology, and approach to the craft.  Follow Back To One on Instagram

This week, we're heading to the ball! We saw Hillbarn Theatre's production of Cinderella and had the chance to sit down with Judith, who plays Madame.

It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas! The team review their first Christmas film for the year, Jingle Bell Heist. Lewis also reviews Zootopia 2. The team also share what they've been watching on streaming, old and new, including Madame, Future Man, My Wife and Kids, and Lucifer.

Nouveaux pilotes, un brin déjantés, à bord de la Libre Antenne sur RMC ! Jean-Christophe Drouet et Julien Cazarre prennent le relais. Après les grands matchs, quand la lumière reste allumée pour les vrais passionnés, place à la Libre Antenne : un espace à part, entre passion, humour et dérision, débats enflammés, franc-parler et second degré. Un rendez-vous nocturne à la Cazarre, où l'on parle foot bien sûr, mais aussi mauvaise foi, vannes, imitations et grands moments de radio imprévisibles !

In aflevering 5: Nieuwe verhalen bij oude kunstGa mee met Geerke Catshoek en Willem Voogd door de zalen van het Rijksmuseum. Ontdek hoe eeuwenoude kunst nieuwe verhalen krijgt als we andere vragen stellen. Wat zien we als we Het melkmeisje niet alleen bewonderen, maar ons ook afvragen wíe ze eigenlijk was? Waarom kan de Lodewijk XV-stijl voortaan beter de Madame de Pompadour-stijl worden genoemd? En wist je dat een middeleeuwse gravin zichzelf als opdrachtgever liet afbeelden op een gevelsteen van een belangrijk klooster? Waarom ze dat deed, en over heel veel meer, kom je alles te weten.

Un édito aiguisé d'Arthur Chevallier, chaque matin à 7h20. Un parti-pris assumé sur une question d'actualité. D'accord ou pas, vous ne resterez pas indifférent. La chronique qui permet de réfléchir et aide à forger son opinion chaque matin du lundi au vendredi sur RMC et RMC Story.

durée : 00:28:56 - Les Bonnes Choses - par : Caroline Broué - À la croisée de la politique, de la cuisine et de nos habitudes, le gras apparaît comme un ingrédient chargé d'histoires. Entre contraintes sanitaires, usages quotidiens et attachement gustatif, il devient un révélateur des tensions qui traversent notre façon de manger et de penser l'alimentation. - réalisation : Jean-Christophe Francis - invités : Marion Chatelain Designeuse et directrice artistique; Nicolas Kayser-Bril En charge du pôle data-journalisme chez Owni; Anthony Berthou Nutritionniste; Thierry Lemarchand Producteur du beurre de Madame

Invité de Laurent Ruquier et des "Grosses Têtes", Claudio Capéo a interprété en live son nouveau titre "Madame". Retrouvez tous les jours le meilleur des Grosses Têtes en podcast sur RTL.fr et l'application RTL.Hébergé par Audiomeans. Visitez audiomeans.fr/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

Quelque chose ne tourne pas rond à Perpète-le-Bois-Joli. Dans ce village, personne n'a envoyé de lettre au Père Noël. Coco Moustache a décidé de résoudre ce mystère. Suis-la dans son aventure et pars chaque jour à la rencontre d'un habitant du village… Ce soir, toc ! toc ! toc ! Elle frappe à la porte de madame Chouette. En attendant la fête de Noël, la Grande histoire de Pomme d'Api vous invite à écouter un épisode d'Opération Noël ! Un rendez-vous quotidien du 1er au 24 décembre. La grande histoire de Pomme d'Api,c'est un podcast proposé par le magazine Pomme d'Api.L'histoire du mois de décembre 2025 a été écrite par Alexandra Garibal pour le magazine Pomme d'Api n°718. Les illustrations ont été réalisées par Maria Neradova. Ce podcast est préparé et animé par Bayard Jeunesse. Voix hoste : Aude Loyer-Hascoet. Textes lus par Pierre-François Garel. Réalisation : Sodasound. Productrice : Hélène Loiseau pour Bayard Jeunesse    Un podcast Bayard Jeunesse – Décembre 2025Hébergé par Ausha. Visitez ausha.co/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

Madame Zhang Hui et Monsieur Lu Te, un couple de Chinois installés à Paris. 31 ans tous les deux quand ils sont entrés dans la chronique criminelle. Dans leur sillage, un morbide jeu de piste, des morceaux de corps disséminés sous des arbres et dans des poubelles. Retrouvez tous les jours en podcast le décryptage d'un faits divers, d'un crime ou d'une énigme judiciaire par Jean-Alphonse Richard, entouré de spécialistes, et de témoins d'affaires criminelles.Hébergé par Audiomeans. Visitez audiomeans.fr/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

Madame Zhang Hui et Monsieur Lu Te, un couple de Chinois installés à Paris. 31 ans tous les deux quand ils sont entrés dans la chronique criminelle. Dans leur sillage, un morbide jeu de piste, des morceaux de corps disséminés sous des arbres et dans des poubelles. Retrouvez tous les jours en podcast le décryptage d'un faits divers, d'un crime ou d'une énigme judiciaire par Jean-Alphonse Richard, entouré de spécialistes, et de témoins d'affaires criminelles.Hébergé par Audiomeans. Visitez audiomeans.fr/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

« Avant la fin de l'année, Madagascar va lancer des poursuites judiciaires contre le président déchu Andry Rajoelina », a annoncé ce lundi 1er décembre sur RFI la nouvelle ministre de la Justice de Madagascar, Fanirisoa Ernaivo. Depuis son exfiltration par la France, le 12 octobre dernier, Andry Rajoelina vit sans doute à Dubaï, où il a placé une partie de sa fortune. Mais il est soupçonné par les nouvelles autorités malgaches de graves faits de corruption. En ligne d'Antananarivo, la ministre de la Justice fait le point, au micro de Christophe Boisbouvier, sur les procédures contre les dignitaires de l'ancien régime de Madagascar. RFI : Fanirisoa Ernaivo, le régime d'Andry Rajoelina est accusé de multiples actes de corruption. Est-ce que vous n'êtes pas submergée par le nombre de dossiers ? Fanirisoa Ernaivo : Effectivement, nous sommes submergées par un grand nombre de dossiers qui n'ont pas pu être instruits au moment où j'étais encore au pouvoir. À lire aussiMadagascar: la société civile critique la trajectoire prise par la transition L'une des causes de l'insurrection du mois d'octobre, c'est le manque d'eau et d'électricité à Antananarivo, est-ce que la société étatique Jirama, qui produit et distribue l'eau et l'électricité, a été l'objet de graves détournements ? Je ne pourrais vous dire oui ou non, parce qu'il y a des détournements et la mauvaise gouvernance dans la Jirama. Mais ça, je ne pourrais en parler dans l'affirmatif sans avoir un dossier devant moi. Et nous sommes en train de faire un audit des contrats de la Jirama au niveau du gouvernement. Et c'est là, après cet audit, après la révision de ces contrats, qu'on pourra parler de quel est vraiment le détournement de pouvoir dont on pourrait accuser quelques personnes et quelques entités dans cette histoire de défaillance de la Jirama. Est-ce que parmi les personnes soupçonnées d'être impliquées dans ces détournements à la Jirama, il y a le milliardaire en fuite, Mame Ravatomanga ? Pour l'instant, on est en train de commencer. Je n'ai même pas encore eu le dossier devant mes yeux. Et donc, sans vouloir tout de suite spoiler le contenu de cet audit, je vais dire qu'il y a des personnes dont, éventuellement, l'opérateur économique, Mame Ravatomanga, plusieurs sociétés, dont il a des branches, pourraient être mises en cause dans les résultats de cet audit. Des sociétés qu'il contrôle de façon indirecte ? Voilà. Dans la filière du litchi, il y avait une société écran qui s'appelait Litchi Trading Company, LTC, et par laquelle transitaient les fonds entre importateurs et exportateurs. Et du coup, tous les exportateurs malgaches viennent d'être approchés par les enquêteurs du Bianco, le bureau indépendant anticorruption. Est-ce à dire que ce sont tous les exportateurs malgaches de Litchi qui ont trempé dans de graves détournements d'argent ? On ne va pas parler de détournement, on va parler d'évasion fiscale. Concernant le dossier Litchi, du groupement des exportateurs de litchi, en effet, il y a eu la création de cette entité qui s'appelle GEL, Groupement des Exportateurs de Litchi. Normalement, ce groupement devait être institué pour pouvoir acheter à des prix avantageux pour les producteurs et pour revendre à l'exportation à des prix avantageux pour l'État et les exportateurs, en termes de retour de rapatriement de devises. Mais ces exportateurs-là, donc, ils vont collecter la production des produits, des producteurs locaux, et ils vont revendre toute la production à une société qui s'appelle LTC, qui est basée à Maurice, et donc qui devient le principal débouché de toute la production malgache. Alors que ce LTC, il s'avère que ça appartient à quelques têtes des membres du GEL. Et cela, donc, s'apparente à plafonner les devises issues de cette exportation au niveau de la vente effectuée entre le GEL et les exportateurs. Après, la LTC, la LitchiTrading Company, va revendre toute la production à d'autres distributeurs qui sont vraiment les vrais distributeurs de l'litchi dans le monde. Mais leur chiffre d'affaires va s'arrêter au niveau de la LTC, qui reste à Maurice. La fameuse société écran ? Voilà, la fameuse société écran. Et donc, du coup, l'État malgache va pouvoir rapatrier juste les devises qui ont été payées au niveau du GEL vers LTC. Et ça s'arrête là. Ça permet de cacher une grande partie des bénéfices ? Ça permet de soustraire une grande partie des bénéfices issus de cette exportation de litchis. Et comme la société est mauricienne, même s'il y a quelques membres du GEL qui sont derrière cette société, Madagascar pense qu'il y a quand même une lésion envers l'État malgache et le fisc malgache, parce que nous, nous ne savons pas donc quel est le vrai chiffre d'affaires du GEL. Parce que ça s'arrête à Maurice. Et combien d'opérateurs économiques sont visés par cette enquête ? Je ne suis pas encore en mesure de vous donner des noms ni des chiffres. Parce que l'enquête est en cours. Ce dossier de GEL LTC est actuellement en instruction parallèle entre Bianco Madagascar, PNF en France. Le parquet national financier et la FCC à Maurice  La commission d'enquête financière de l'île Maurice ? Voilà. Et pour cette enquête-là, le dossier a été déposé en 2021 par Transparency International.  Et il a été réouvert ici à Madagascar à notre arrivée au mois d'octobre dernier. D'accord. Donc l'enquête redémarre depuis le mois d'octobre ? On va dire qu'elle a débuté à Madagascar depuis fin octobre. Donc l'enquête redémarre depuis le mois d'octobre ? Depuis le changement de régime ? Voilà. Ça je voulais le préciser. Donc là actuellement, je n'ai pas encore tous les éléments d'information parce qu'il y a des enquêtes là-dessus. Mais ce qui est sûr, c'est que Mame Ravatomanga est parmi les personnes qui sont directement ou indirectement dans le LTC. Mais ce sera les résultats de l'enquête qui vont le confirmer s'il dirige directement ou indirectement cette société. LTC, Litchi Trading Company, la fameuse société écran ? Dans tous les cas, il dirige cette société. Cette société lui appartient et c'est là que je dis directement ou indirectement. Et il y a d'autres personnes également, je pense. Mais on le saura plus tard. Et donc l'infraction qui est constituée dans ce dossier est donc une évasion fiscale au détriment de l'État malgache. Et l'Ile Maurice est donc coopérative pour identifier le montant et la gravité de l'évasion fiscale. Autre dossier emblématique, Madame la Ministre, celui de 5 avions Boeing 777 qui ont été livrés clandestinement à une compagnie iranienne, Mahan Air. Malgré les sanctions américaines contre l'Iran, les certificats d'immatriculation de ces 5 avions ont été décernés à Madagascar. Alors où en est l'enquête ? Actuellement, nous sommes également sur ce dossier conjointement avec Maurice, le FBI et Madagascar. Nous avons repris les enquêtes au fond sur les principales personnes auteurs ou co-auteurs ou témoins. Et nous avons convoqué l'ancien ministre des Transports, pour être entendu au niveau du pôle anticorruption. Mais son avocat a répondu que le pôle anticorruption n'était pas compétent pour entendre l'ancien ministre. Sur lequel nous avons répondu que selon l'article 134 de la Constitution, pour les infractions de crimes ou délits qui sont extérieures à la fonction de ministre, même les ministres et les personnes assujetties à la haute cour de justice sont justiciables devant les tribunaux de droit commun, donc le pôle anticorruption, sans passer par la haute cour de justice. D'accord. Donc on attend s'il va s'exécuter ou pas selon cet article 134. Il y a plusieurs autres personnes qui ont été indiquées. Et qui ont été réentendues dans le cadre de cette enquête. Elles sont passées en enquête au fond, devant le pôle anticorruption, dans le cadre de cette enquête. Je n'ai pas le nombre de personnes qui sont citées dans le dossier Alors on retrouve aussi dans ce dossier apparemment le nom de Mame Ravatomanga, le milliardaire qui s'est enfui à l'île Maurice. Puisque selon nos confrères du site d'information scoop.mu, c'est ce milliardaire qui aurait usé de ses bonnes relations, avec les autorités malgaches et l'aviation civile malgache, pour faire homologuer ces 5 Boeings à destination de l'Iran. Et pour cela il aurait touché une commission de 5 millions d'euros ? Oui en effet c'est ressorti dans le dossier qu'il a perçu ce montant de 5 millions d'euros ou de dollars, pour permettre la délivrance de la première immatriculation de ces 5 avions. Immatriculation provisoire. D'accord. ll y a 1, 2, 3, je pense qu'il y a plusieurs personnes qui ont soutenu ce fait. Mais surtout il y a 2 personnes qui sont les témoins clés, témoins mais mis en cause aussi, dans cette remise de somme d'argent. Notamment les personnes qui lui ont remis la somme, et la personne qui a servi d'intermédiaire à cette remise. Je ne peux pas vous dire les noms pour protéger leur témoignage, si elles sont également mises en cause. Mais donc il y a 2 personnes. Et c'est 2 personnes qui devaient confirmer ce fait Alors vous parlez du FBI, le bureau d'investigation fédéral des Etats-Unis. Est-ce qu'il y a actuellement sur le sol de Madagascar des inspecteurs du FBI ? Actuellement non, mais on a demandé leur collaboration sur ce dossier. Je pense qu'ils sont encore sur ce dossier, mais aux Etats-Unis, mais pas encore à Madagascar. Alors quand le milliardaire Mame Ravatomanga a quitté Madagascar pour l'île Maurice, vous avez été mandatée, vous n'étiez pas encore ministre à l'époque, vous avez été mandatée par les nouvelles autorités malgaches pour aller à Port-Louis et pour obtenir l'extradition de monsieur Ravatomanga. Où en est la procédure ? Je vais rectifier. Ma mission sur Maurice, c'était de représenter le nouveau gouvernement, les nouveaux dirigeants de l'Etat malgache pour suivre le dossier et faire toutes les diligences concernant ce dossier. Et donc rapporter à Maurice toutes les infractions, toutes les actions commises sur Madagascar par Ravatomanga et consorts, faire un état de toutes les procédures qui existent à Madagascar contre Mame Ravatomanga et consorts, appuyer la plainte qui a été déposée par un Malgache à Maurice contre Mame Ravatomanga et consorts, et dans le cadre de tout cela, faire écho d'un mandat d'arrêt international décerné à Madagascar contre Mame Ravatomanga, et ce mandat d'arrêt doit être soldé par une extradition. Une extradition à la fin de toutes ces procédures, en sachant qu'une extradition ne peut être effectuée qu'à la fin d'une procédure. Quelle est la situation judiciaire de Mame Ravatomanga aujourd'hui à l'île Maurice ? Il est en état d'arrestation et comme son état de santé s'est dégradé depuis son arrivée à Maurice jusqu'à ce jour, il est en état d'arrestation mais il passe donc sa détention dans une clinique privée ou dans un hôpital. Son statut juridique est un état d'arrestation. Et que souhaitez-vous maintenant à son sujet ? Nous souhaitons poursuivre l'enquête sur les plusieurs dossiers dans lesquels il est impliqué à Madagascar et nous avons demandé des commissions rogatoires internationales à Maurice pour pouvoir faire ses auditions et les enquêtes sur sa personne, sur les personnes qui pourraient être impliquées avec lui et qui sont actuellement sur Maurice, notamment toute sa famille et ses collaborateurs et également faire des enquêtes financières sur ses sociétés à Maurice, conjointement avec la FCC. La commission d'enquête financière mauricienne. Et si au bout de cette enquête il y a procès, est-ce que vous souhaitez qu'il ait lieu à Maurice ou à Madagascar ? Je pense que pour l'instant il est plus judicieux qu'il reste à Maurice car à partir du moment où il sort de Maurice, on n'est plus sûr de rien. On n'est pas sûr qu'il va arriver à Madagascar, on n'est pas sûr qu'il va atterrir à Madagascar ou dans un autre pays. Sauf s'il y a extradition. L'extradition, je vous le dis, c'est après une condamnation. Nous pouvons le condamner ici à Madagascar et le faire condamner également à Maurice et ce ne serait qu'après cette condamnation qu'il va devoir rejoindre les prisons malgaches parce qu'en fait l'extradition c'est, on va dire, la réalisation d'un emprisonnement sur le territoire d'origine. C'est-à-dire ? C'est-à-dire malgache, là où s'est perpétrée l'infraction. Donc si je comprends bien, au bout de l'enquête actuelle, il pourrait y avoir un procès à Madagascar en l'absence de M. Ravatomanga. Et en cas de condamnation, il pourrait être ensuite extradé de Maurice à Madagascar, c'est ça ? Oui, et il pourrait également être jugé à Maurice par les autorités mauriciennes et peut-être soldé par une condamnation si les faits sont avérés. Il pourrait donc y avoir deux procès en parallèle ? Un à Maurice et un à Madagascar ? Exactement. Mais sur des faits différents alors ? Sur des faits différents. Au moment de l'insurrection du mois d'octobre, beaucoup d'autres dignitaires de l'ancien régime se sont enfuis, à commencer par le président, Andry Radjoelina, le Premier ministre, le président du Sénat. Alors du coup, beaucoup de Malgaches se demandent pourquoi vous n'avez pas lancé contre eux des mandats d'arrêt internationaux alors que vous l'avez fait contre M. Ravatomanga ? Si, on en a fait contre l'ancien maire de Tana. Il est impliqué dans un dossier où il y a plusieurs personnes qui sont placées sous mandat de dépôt et où lui-même est inculpé. Mais il a pu se soustraire à l'arrestation. On a lancé un mandat d'arrêt à Madagascar et internationaux contre lui au cas où il arriverait à sortir de Madagascar. Mais pour les autres, les mandats d'arrêt internationaux ne peuvent être faits que sur la base d'une procédure déjà ouverte. Or, aucune procédure n'a été ouverte, ni contre le président Andry Rajoelina, ni contre l'ancien Premier ministre, ni contre l'ancien président du Sénat ? Pas encore. Et justement, quelles sont les personnes contre qui vont être ouvertes des procédures ? Je ne dirais pas les noms parce qu'il y en a qui sont encore à Madagascar et qui risquent de s'enfuir si je vais dire les noms. Il y a des procédures qui ont déjà été ouvertes. Par exemple, pour Mame Ravatomanga, il y a eu ls Boeing 777. Il y a le dossier GEL-LTC. Avec ces deux procédures-là, qui étaient au PNF et au Bianco, il y a eu un mandat d'arrêt pour pouvoir permettre aux juridictions compétentes de procéder à une enquête envers Mame Ravatomanga. Il y a eu une procédure ouverte au niveau du Bianco et du pôle anticorruption contre Le Maire de Tana et Consort. Et comme il n'a pas pu se présenter à cette enquête, un mandat d'arrêt international a été décerné à son encontre également pour pouvoir le présenter devant la justice. On parle du maire d'Antananarivo ? On parle de l'ancien maire, oui. Pour Andry Rajoelina, en tant qu'ancien président, il faut qu'il soit présent. Il faut qu'il y ait une procédure ouverte et nous sommes en train de voir quelles sont les possibilités, ainsi que les autres membres du gouvernement. On est en train également de voir quelles sont les possibilités. Et une fois que ces possibilités de poursuites sont ouvertes, des convocations vont être envoyées. Convocations d'abord et puis mandat d'arrêt après. Et s'ils ne sont pas à Madagascar, donc des mandats d'arrêt internationaux. C'est comme ça en fait les procédures. On ne peut pas lancer tout de suite un mandat d'arrêt. Il faut d'abord qu'on ouvre l'enquête. Qu'on fasse les convocations. Et s'il est avéré que la personne n'est pas à Madagascar, on lance le mandat d'arrêt. Donc vous envisagez une procédure contre l'ancien président Andry Rajoelina ? Bien sûr. Pour toutes les personnes qui ont commis des infractions dans ce pays, il y aura des procédures qui seront ouvertes contre elles, y compris Andry Rajoelina. Et contre Andry Rajoelina, cette procédure pourrait-elle être ouverte d'ici la fin de l'année ? Bien sûr, avant la fin de l'année. Donc dans les semaines qui viennent ? Je ne pourrais pas vous dire dans combien de temps. Avant la fin de l'année. Et sur quelle base ? Sur quels faits précis ? Quand la procédure sera ouverte, vous aurez la communication là-dessus. Plus les avocats de la défense savent moins longtemps à l'avance, moins ils peuvent se défendre. Et préparer leurs alibis. Donc je ne peux pas vous dire sur quelle base on va les inculper avant d'entamer la procédure. C'est sûr qu'ils vont être poursuivis. Mais on ne peut pas vous dire là tout de suite sur quelle base. Sinon ils vont anticiper les preuves, ils vont préparer leur défense, leurs alibis, etc. Et ça rentre dans le cadre du secret de l'instruction. C'est sûr que l'ancien président Andry Rajoelina va être poursuivi ? Voilà. Donc ça c'est une certitude. Alors on sait que beaucoup d'avoirs...Et je pense que lui-même, il n'ignore pas qu'il a commis des infractions dans ce pays. À lire aussiMadagascar: Emmanuel Macron propose au nouveau dirigeant malgache «l'appui de la France» pour la transition

Le Roi Soleil, lassé des relations tapageuses, épouse Madame de Maintenon en 1683 dans le plus grand secret. Ce mariage morganatique marque un tournant dans la vie du Roi-Soleil. Madame de Maintenon devient l'épouse non-officielle du monarque le plus puissant d'Europe. Sans titre protocolaire, elle doit naviguer dans les eaux troubles de la cour, exposée aux jalousies et aux rumeurs. Plongez dans l'intimité de cette union qui restera le secret le mieux gardé de l'histoire de Versailles. Crédits : Lorànt Deutsch, Ayrton Morice Kerneven. Hébergé par Audiomeans. Visitez audiomeans.fr/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

durée : 00:03:37 - Charline explose les faits - par : Charline Vanhoenacker - Les deux pandas sont rentrés en Chine car la femelle, Huan-Huan doit être soignée. Elle nous a réservé sa seule interview à France Inter (dasn un studio rouge, évidemment) Vous aimez ce podcast ? Pour écouter tous les autres épisodes sans limite, rendez-vous sur Radio France.

durée : 00:03:37 - Charline explose les faits - par : Charline Vanhoenacker - Les deux pandas sont rentrés en Chine car la femelle, Huan-Huan doit être soignée. Elle nous a réservé sa seule interview à France Inter (dasn un studio rouge, évidemment) Vous aimez ce podcast ? Pour écouter tous les autres épisodes sans limite, rendez-vous sur Radio France.

En 1887, Madame de Montille, sa fille et sa bonne sont décapitées dans leur appartement parisien. Un portefeuille et des bijoux disparaissent. La police retrouve des boutons de manchette appartenant à Gaston Geissler qui devient le suspect N°1…Hébergé par Audiomeans. Visitez audiomeans.fr/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

En 1887, Madame de Montille, sa fille et sa bonne sont décapitées dans leur appartement parisien. Un portefeuille et des bijoux disparaissent. La police retrouve des boutons de manchette appartenant à Gaston Geissler qui devient le suspect N°1…Hébergé par Audiomeans. Visitez audiomeans.fr/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

Yvette and Rasha continue their trip home to Honolulu alongside master storyteller Lopaka Kapanui—this time discussing the history and legends of the ancient Hawaiian goddess of fire and volcanoes, Madame Pele. She's said to still walk the island, taking many forms—and Rasha and Yvette talk about their own personal experiences with the goddess. For a full list of sources, please visit: sosupernaturalpodcast.com/legends-of-hawaii-madame-pele  So Supernatural is an Audiochuck and Crime House production. Find us on social!Instagram: @sosupernatualpodTwitter: @_sosupernaturalFacebook: /sosupernaturalpod Hosted by Simplecast, an AdsWizz company. See pcm.adswizz.com for information about our collection and use of personal data for advertising.

Author : John Langan Narrator : Ian Gordon Host : Graeme Dunlop Audio Producer : Chelsea Davis “Madame Painte: For Sale” was first published in Behold! Oddities, Curiosities and Undefinable Wonders, edited by Doug Murano (Crystal Lake 2017), and then in the Word Horde collection ‘Lost in the Dark and Other Excursions', in August 2025. […]

November 13, 1938 - Jack steals a girl from Phil Harris. Jack and Mary go see a fortune teller. References include Screeno.

From Prison Garb to Neoclassical Chic: Style and Scandal in the Directory. During the Directory (circa 1795), Teresia (Madame Tallien) and Rose (not yet Josephine) held influential salons, using style to gain success in a world where women lacked financial empowerment. Their revolutionary fashion stemmed from the prison shift Teresia wore and the plain white cotton dresses worn by African American women in Martinique, Rose's home. This style—made often of diaphanous imported muslin—passed as neoclassicism but stunned observers due to the minimal amount of clothing worn. One famous wit observed that Teresia was "more expensively undressed" than anyone else. This radical departure from the previous "cage style" clothing, enforced by sumptuary laws and guilds, was made possible by the abolition of guilds and the collective trauma of the Terror. It was at Teresia's gathering that Napoleon, then a Corsican in shoddy clothes, became entranced by Rose (Josephine).