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Quaranteam - Dave In Dallas: Part 6 Planning a Future. Based on a post by RonanJWilkerson, in 12 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels. October 17, 2020. All of Dave's partners were at the park, setting up the folding table and portable gazebo. None of his partners were wilting flowers, so he couldn't exactly muscle his way in to doing the set up. But, they had taken off with the intent that three would return to clean the dishes while the rest hung out in the park for Shawna to get off in barely an hour. Roscoe and Esme, of course, were among those getting to run around in the grass and fresh air. So, Dave was at the sink, scrubbing dishes with some of his favorite songs playing out of his Echo Show in the kitchen. The volume was cranked, and so was Dave's voice as he sang along, rather skillfully, but a bit out of practice. Currently, he was belting through a Kenny Loggins song. One that got him energized and moving. Isabella's eyes, Oh, shine your light and make your momma smile "Who, yeah, shake it baby!" Dave spun around, caught in the act. Doing dishes, and singing. And dancing. Sort of. Mel and Becca stood at the entrance to the kitchen, clapping and whistling. Lupie was beside them, with a smile and a raised eyebrow. "I claim dibs on naming my first daughter Isabella!" Rebecca called out. Melanie pursed her lips and looked defeated. "I'd fight you for that privilege, but with a daughter named Esmeralda, that'd be too close. Besides," Lupie added with a wry smile, "some would say it's the same name, so I guess I got there first." Then, she playfully stuck out her tongue. Now, Lupie is often fun loving, but this was a level of silly unheard of for her. Everyone was too busy laughing with her to show much in the way of shock though. Dave moved in to hug her and delivered a soft kiss. Lupie hummed into the kiss and smiled before pulling back with a playful scowl. "Don't think I forgot you were doing basic chores, David." "They needed doing, and I didn't have much on my plate at the moment, corazon ." Lupie just narrowed her eyes at Dave's reply, but the smile below gave away her jest. For added measure, Dave slapped her ass and then squeezed. That and Lupie's 'Eep!' got Mel and Becca laughing again. Then they took up position behind Dave's shoulders, so he was surrounded by his partners. Their hands slid along his sides in ways that were chaste, for now, but hinted at an interest in something more. "No, horny girls, remember this is Shawna's celebration. Picnic party in the park, the gift from Becca and Reena, and then she gets Dave all to herself until after breakfast." The younger women groaned, but acquiesced. "Shawna's heading straight there from work, and she texted me a few minutes ago she was on her way out the door. We need to wrap up here in short order and get to the park." Lupie sent Dave to wash up and change for the party while the ladies finished the remaining dishes and picked up the last needed items for the party. They got to the park about ten minutes before Shawna, or just enough time for Roscoe to finish saying hello to each of them. The other ladies greeted Shawna warmly, then she advanced on Dave, who had been waiting his turn. "Congratulations, babe. I'm proud of you and happy for you." Shawna wrapped him in a tight hug and a long, lingering kiss that was smoky rather than fiery. "I've been looking forward to that all day." Dave smiled and dropped a quick peck on her lips. "So, just the two of us until tomorrow morning huh?" Shawna grinned. "Umm-hmm. Very accommodating crew you've drawn to you, darling." "And pretty good cooks too. You should get something to eat. I made that cucumber tomato salad you like." "Ooo, with the fresh veggies you just harvested?" Dave nodded. Shawna skipped happily to the table, Dave beside her, holding her hand. Dave ate a double helping of everything. Each dish was tasty, and he was hungry. He sidled up to Shawna. "So how's Skippy the Wonder Boy doing?" Shawna's department now consisted of her, a young and fresh out of college guy with his master's in meteorology, and a young lady that was on her internship last spring when lockdowns hit. Each had different levels of skills, and each had shortages that Shawna, as the boss, had to train them up from. At least 'Skippy' had finished all the classes. He seemed like a pleasant guy on air. Unfortunately, he looked perpetually 14, wearing one of daddy's suits. The scruffy attempt at a beard was not helping. Shawna's scowled. Hard. "Mitchell is coming along just fine. Especially for a young man thrust into a position with far more responsibility than he should have to carry this soon out of school." "I'm sorry, hun. He always comes off as very pleasant, but he also looks way too young." "He is too young. He's handling his professional duties quite well, though. It's his personal life I worry about occasionally." "How so?" "Well, his first partner was a former Cowboys cheerleader, and looks it. She's been off the squad for two years, so she didn't get snapped up by some rich guy wanting a trophy." Shawna paused to a rough exhale. "But yeah, this earnest, and rather naïve, nerd boy has the devastatingly hot, bubbly woman three years older than him dumped in his lap. His first day back after she'd joined him, I thought the top of his head was going to fall off, he was smiling so big." Dave snorted at the image. He could understand the boy's predicament. That made him think. "That was just the start. His second partner was his sister's best friend; she was homecoming queen and prom queen. The sad side is, his sister didn't make it." Shawna's voice caught. "So sometimes he's having sex with this beauty that he never thought would come near him, and sometimes they're crying together over his dead sister and her dead friend." "Damn this fucking virus," Dave said huskily. He blew out a breath. "He really is one of us isn't he?" Shawna nodded. "How many partners does he have?" "Mindy, his fourth partner joined him last week. He's probably getting a fifth soon." She thought for a moment. "Guess that means you'll be getting another lady soon as well." Dave shrugged. "Yeah, maybe. I'm at seven now, so maybe that's it. That would be fine by me. Any one of you alone are incredible." He paused for the appreciative kiss. "I was thinking, if both families are plused up enough to be safe, then maybe we should invite him and his partners over. For games, or just talk and some background music." Shawna brightened. "Now that's the man I fell for." She kissed him firmly on the cheek. "I don't know if he has any friends or family left, and his girls are nice ladies, but not nerds. Well, Ginger, his third partner is an anime fan, but I think that's the extent of her nerd creds. Mindy's an athlete. Now, all of them love him to death, and they may share some of his other interests, but not the nerdy stuff." Dave frowned. "Sounds like Oracle isn't working out for him." "Oh, no. He has interests that aren't strictly speaking nerdy. And I know there's some sharing going on there. Kelly, the former cheerleader, shares his love of gardening." "And that's something Liv and I can share with the both of them." "Yup." "Okay, let's talk it over with the others and plan something." Dave looked chagrined. "So, uh, what's his real name?" Shawna gave him a pursed-lip grin with narrow eyes. "Mitch. Mitchell Westfield" "I'll work on that." Shawna gave him some side-eye, but with a grin, as they walked back to the others. Becca and Reena were waving them over excitedly and everyone had gathered around the box with the cake Lupie'd made. Shawna opened the package Reena held up for her. In the small box was a black t-shirt with the station logo over the heart on the front and "Weather Boss" across the back. The girls had carefully made sure it was just the right fit, not too snug or too loose for Shawna to wear to work. She laughed and hugged each teen. "You two are pretty awesome you know?" Both young ladies beamed. Shawna draped the t-shirt over her shoulder as Lupie opened the box to reveal the cake. It was three layers, with milk chocolate icing. On the top was the station logo, with the words 'Chief Meteorologist'. Around the sides, as one walked around, there was a sun breaking through clouds, a cloud with rain falling from it, and the third tableau depicted a tornado, with a bit of dust obscuring the bottom. "Oh, it's perfect Lupie! Thank you so much!" The ladies embraced before Lupie set about slicing the well-crafted dessert. Naturally, Shawna got the first slice. Between the layers was a thin puree of strawberries; Shawna's favorite. That was good for a small happy dance, which in turn, made Lupie happy. With everyone chatting happily, Dave slipped away from the others. He just had a small side trip he needed to make. About fifteen minutes later, Shawna came around the bend in the sidewalk as it exited the trees near the base of the bridge. She moved, unhurried, to Dave's side as he stood at the peak of the bridge, looking down at the stream passing below. In flood stage, it took a wider path, and might legitimately be called a river. Most of the time, it remained within the narrow channel with broad margins that were pleasant to walk along if you wore the right footwear. "You know, we all saw you leave. We just thought you needed some space. Or some time." She looked into his face, seeing the evidence of tears, but not a full-on bawling episode. "This is Eddie's bridge isn't it?" Eyes watering again, Dave didn't trust himself to speak and merely nodded. Shawna stepped closer and hugged him. They stood like that for a few minutes before she slowly released him. "Thanks. I needed that. I just; I'm such a damn wimp. I know I need to be stronger for all of you, but I; I can't move past this." "You keep focusing on the times you fall down. I see the man that gets back up, shoulders the burden, and keeps going." "I don't want to though, I only do it because I have to." "That's what makes you the man I've fallen in love with. No one wants to take the burden, and some people refuse to do it. You do it, knowing how much pain you'll go through again." "This world sucks ya know." "It always has, we just papered over it and let ourselves forget. Now is one of the times the ugliness rips through the paper walls and makes us look it in the face." Shawna paused to stroke the side of Dave's face soothingly. "Do you remember the Kurlan Naiskos, in TNG?" "Yeah." "One of your voices is an ox. Carry any burden, push through any problem, get the job done no matter the cost to yourself. A low-key hero. Maybe not the only hero within you. All I'm saying is, I am very glad to have you in my life, and to be a part of your life." They stood there at the railing, looking at the water for a minute or so. Then Shawna spoke again. "Honestly David, we're talking about your son's death here. I'd be worried if you weren't having bouts of sorrow. Hell, that would scare the shit out of me. I'd much rather come home to find you curled into a fetal position bawling your eyes out, than you just blithely going about your life as if nothing happened." Dave looked up at her and smiled weakly. "Okay. Sorry, I just feel like such a pussy when I get like this." "Don't make me tell Becca on you," Shawna said with a grin. With a sly smile, Dave rejoined, "So, how may I convince you to keep my dirty secret?" "Hmm, kitty's hungry, Davey." Shawna said in a low tone. Then she nibbled her finger and switched to a higher pitched schoolgirl pleading tone. "Kitty needs cream. Please Davey, pump your cream into my hungry, wet kitty." "Kitty hell, I'm looking at a strong, capable panther that could eat me alive and make me smile the whole time." Shawna grinned, excited. The skirt she wore that day was long and loose, without being flowy. Dave knelt briefly to reach his hands up and pull off her thong panties. He stuffed them in his pocket as she gathered the lower part of her skirt in her hands and leaned back against the railing. Fortunately, Dave was wearing jeans instead of cargo shorts today. Cargos would have dropped to his ankles the moment he unbuckled, leaving his bare ass out for anyone to walk by and see. Though no one seemed to be on the trail today. Instead, he unbuckled and unzipped, lowering his jeans and boxers just enough to bring his already half-erect cock out. When he stepped closer to Shawna, she wrapped her left leg around his waist and draped the skirt to cover the both of them. A few minutes of hungry kisses and energetic groping had Dave at full mast. He slipped himself inside Shawna's drenched pussy while she groaned. They fucked hard. Shawna focused mostly on staying upright and close, but put some effort into fucking back at him. Dave drove himself into her, his hunger matching hers, one hand behind her torso, the other fondling her tit through her shirt and bra roughly, the way she liked when they were going fast. His thumb and forefinger grasped at her nipple, and Shawna hit her first orgasm. She shook in Dave's arms, her rippling inner muscles running riot on his intruding organ. As she calmed, he approached his peak. She could see it in his eyes and urged him onward with soft, lusty whispers. As Dave erupted, she clutched him tight, her body overcome with spasms as the serum renewed her attachment to him, giving her pleasure when he attained climax. When her shuddering subsided, she kissed him warmly. Dave slipped himself out of her and quickly fixed his boxers and jeans. He handed her panties back, so she had something to stem the fluids flowing out of her. There were knowing smiles when they rejoined the others, but no commentary. In the mid-evening, with dusk sufficiently fallen outside, Dave and Shawna lay cozily tangled in the bath. With darkness outside and only the smallest, dimmest light on the vanity, the lighting gave a warm, inviting ambience. Peach bubble bath scented the air more than the water. It was just a little late in the year for a fresh peach; Dave checked that early in his planning. Shawna took another deep breath, a big, lazy grin on her face. "My favorite scent ever." "So can I call you my Georgia peach, even if you're not from Georgia?" "Well, I sort of am. My mother's from Georgia. Mom and Dad met at UGA. He was majoring in Civil Engineering and she was majoring in Music Education. When they graduated, they moved to St Louis to start their new life together. Dad grew up in Creve Coeur, a town near St Louis." "That's a sweet story." "Umm hmm. I'm hoping to have the same happily ever after here. They're both alive and quarantining hard. Hopefully, the vaccine will get there soon. I haven't said anything to them directly, but they are being careful." Dave gave a slight extra squeeze to the hug. They sat there in silence again for a while. Then Dave's hands slipped downward a bit, cupping her tits lightly as he hummed '; really love your peaches wanna shake your tree ;” Shawna recognized the tune and chuckled. It was a long, slow, comfortable night, with more cuddling and light touching than sex. Ditto for the wake up. Chapter 8; Planning a Future. October 19, 2020. Shawna's early shift meant she was home for dinner with enough time to change and sit with the family talking while Lupie and Reena prepared the meal. "Mom was a pretty good painter. She actually sold a few at small auctions. The one she was proudest of, she gave to Dave though. He's a fan of seascapes, so she made this beautiful painting with a cliff in the upper left and a roiling, storm-tossed ocean filling most the canvas. Lots of white caps and ocean spray, dark stormy waters, the whole works. You could almost feel like you were on the deck of a ship struggling to stay afloat in the storm." Liv looked wistful as she spoke of her mom's talents. "Oh! I've seen that one!" Jan exclaimed. The others looked between Livy, Dave, and Jan. With a neutral face that they had become accustomed to at certain times Dave said, "I put it away in a closet to keep it safe. I; went through a dark time there for a while. I didn't want to damage it." "And I found it when I was looking for the book boxes you mentioned. I'm sorry I brought it up, Dave." Olivia nodded her agreement with Jan. "Don't be ladies. Janelle's gift is a bright point. Honestly, I'm at a place now that I would feel safe bringing it back out. And the photos." A small relief settle over the gathering. There were a few spots that obviously held a picture or painting for some years, but had been bare when the ladies arrived. The general state of the world, and the events of Olivia and Melanie's arrival made each reluctant to broach the subject. "It would be good to see pictures of Eddie, Janelle, and; Carter?" Shawna said softly. "I don't think I ever saw Livy's parents, but I met Eddie a few times." Becca chimed in. "He was a nice guy. Kinda handsome too. But, I know where he got that from." She blew an air kiss to Dave. The others grinned or chuckled, with a few nods. "Well, she made the painting in Eddie's senior year, and he was between girlfriends when Mom finished. She had me bring it over on a weekend she knew Eddie was staying with Dave. Dave hadn't moved to this house yet." Dave chuckled, in memory, as he realized where Olivia was going with this story. "Keep in mind, Eddie is almost three years older than me. At the time, I was a few months past fifteen, and Eddie was shy of his eighteenth birthday by a few months. Mom drives me, but hangs back a bit, having me talk to Dave and Eddie. I get to Dave's front door, all flustered, 'cuz here's my crush, that I fantasize about spending my life with," Olivia is beaming a big smile at this point, with Dave replying with a shame-faced smile, "being all happy for this gift I'm giving him and showing me all this affection, but like I'm a well-loved daughter, not a woman he'd go out with. And all these little-girl-in-love feelings are just going haywire." The older ladies all showed some level of sympathy for Olivia. For her part, Becca slipped off her spot, nestled in beside Dave and said, "I don't know what you're talking about." The play-act was good for a chuckle. "That's when Eddie pipes up and offers to take me out that evening. He looked uncertain, but somewhat interested. We were friends, but there'd been no romance, no attraction. I was torn, because Eddie is a; " Olivia swallowed "--was a great guy, but he wasn't the guy I was after. I agreed, though. A week later he admitted that Dave put him up to it, and Mom was almost certainly involved. The three of them made multiple attempts at throwing us together. Hell, Eddie was the only boy Daddy didn't try to scare off." "Wait, so you dated Eddie?" "Not really. It was just two friends hanging out. It happened a few times as Mom, Dad, and Dave kept trying to get us together, but it never stuck. We both thought the other was an incredible person," she paused for a second again, "but there was no; no spark of desire. I mean, yeah, he thought I was pretty, I thought he was handsome, but it just wasn't there." "OK, 'cuz that would have been really weird. Especially if you two had; " "Nope." Olivia said it awfully quick, with a bit of extra color rising in her face. That caused everyone else to lean in. "Girl," was all Shawna said. Olivia rolled her eyes and exhaled hard. "They were trying so hard, and we really liked each other, and we thought maybe if we just tried; but we couldn't kiss without giggling. Like we couldn't bring our lips together we'd bust out laughing first. On the cheek was fine, but lips touching was just too goofy." Olivia stared off into space for a moment. "Okay, there was one time we tried to go all the way. I was over eighteen by then. We each undressed ourselves, but by the time we were both naked, we both had the nervous giggles. On paper, we should have been a great match, but something big was missing." "Oh, I've felt it," Becca said, waving her hand in the air, "I know what the big missing thing was." The whole house cracked up laughing. "Hey, we are talking about my friend here. And he's Dave son, so he was no slouch there. It just wasn't hard. That was a little demoralizing. I'm standing there, naked, tits out, not trying to hide anything, and I was already keeping it trimmed, so it's all out there where he can see it, and he's limp. Full length, but limp. That was a blow to my ego." "Coulda been worse. If you had slept with Eddie ;” A collective shiver ran through the room. "Yeah, yeah that would be weird. I may or may not have gone out the next weekend and found a guy to assuage my hurt ego, though." A few sympathy nods occurred in response. "About two months later, I found another boyfriend, but by then, I knew in my heart I was just biding time 'til I was old enough to pursue Dave. I was over eighteen, of course, but I knew I needed to be a bit older to really get his attention. That relationship eventually petered out, and every guy since has been a month or two fling about twice a year so I don't go crazy." "And now you have your dream guy." Jan supplied. Just then, Reena came out to the arch separating the dining room and living room. "We're starting to bring dishes out to the table. You can start taking seats." Looking at Becca, she added, somewhat resignedly, "Did you tell him yet?" Becca squealed. "I almost forgot! Thank you for reminding me! We were watching MTV earlier, and they're going through a leadership change. Like all the bigwigs got fired, and now they have a new CEO." Dave looked askance. "I haven't been interested in MTV for a few decades, back before they should have stopped using the 'M' if they were being honest." "That's just it though! The new guy has announced they will refocus on music." "But I liked The Real World!" Kareena grumped. Becca stuck her tongue out at Reena, before turning back to Dave. "And you'll never guess who the new head of MTV is!" "I don't follow music industry executives, so no, I really have no idea, who it could be." "But you know this guy," she said with a wide grin. "He's a little white, a little nerdy. He likes polka; " "No. Way." Dave said with a grin on his face. "Weird Al?" Shawna started chuckling. "Seriously?" "Yep! Weird Al Yankovich is the new head of MTV! They're having a grand re-opening Wednesday, noon, Pacific Time. They said there will be themed hours, so certain times will be 80's music, or 90's, or girl-pop, or hard rock, etc." "Wonder if they'll borrow VH1 'Pop-up Video' with the little factoids. That could be a good hour-block too." That's when Lupie appeared to summon them all to the table for dinner. Firmly this time. As dinner wound down, Lupie turned to Becca. "Have you asked him yet?" The little blonde shrunk into herself. "No," she said softly. "Ask me what?" Dave inquired. Reena looked at Becca like she was waiting for her to take the lead, but wouldn't for much longer. Rebecca swallowed hard, inhaled like she was steeling herself, and looked at Dave. "We didn't get a prom. Reena pointed that out last week. And, back then, it wasn't an issue for me. I mean, even without; everything that's going on. But now, it'd be kinda cool. So, um, the others are putting a prom on for us; me and Reena, I mean; so, uh, Dave, would you take me to prom?" Dave was surprised, and a little stunned. "I, uh," he sputtered, until Lupie, Jan, and Shawna fixed him with very determined looks. "Of course. Yes, Rebecca Sampson, I will escort you to prom." The cheers around the table settled after a moment, and attention turned to Reena. She beamed. "Dave, would you take me to prom also?" With a big grin, Dave replied, "Well, I dunno, I already have one prom date ;” his tone was playfully enough to keep most of the panic flutters out of Reena's stomach. "I would happily share a prom date with Reena." Becca interjected. "Then yes, Kareena Agrawal, I will escort you to prom along with Becca." Another round of cheers as both girls laughed. "So, you get a second prom Dave, this time with two hot dates!" Jan teased. Dave looked at her side eyed. "First actually. I wasn't in any kind of social demand in high school." "Wait, you didn't go to prom?" half the ladies exclaimed. Dave scoffed. "It was a social thing. I was a nerd. Okay, I'm still a nerd, don't give me that look. Anyway, I didn't belong at social events. Dances, football games, I didn't go and nobody missed me." "I'm a nerd, and I went to prom, David." Shawna replied. "You're a pretty girl. Boys like to go to dances with pretty girls. Girl nerds still get asked out, especially when they're attractive." No one wanted to ruin the mood by pursuing that line of discussion further, but they all noted an undertone in Dave's comments. October 21, 2020. Dave planted soft kisses on Lupie's shoulder as he drove himself in and out of her hot, wet tunnel. He held her hip with one hand and traced lazy patterns on her abdomen with the other. Lupie's hands rested on the wall as she bent over, pushing her ass out so Dave could pump himself into her sex. They were ten minutes into what was supposed to be a quickie, but both enjoyed the union so much they were subtly stretching out the encounter. Of course, the fact that Esme's room was right next to Dave's office added some need for quiet. And quiet fucks were generally slower. Still, they couldn't take forever. With this many people in the house, no matter how quiet they were, if they kept going, someone would walk in on them. Dave slipped his hand from Lupie's belly up to her tit. He took a firm, possessive grip and rubbed her nipple with his palm and massaging the bulk of her tit with his fingers. Lupie's right hand left the wall and flew to her mouth. Her shoulder braced against the wall, Lupie's eyes rolled back as her torso convulsed. Her low moan of ecstasy was largely stifled by her hand. The undulation of her inner muscles set Dave off, and he fired several ropes of hot cum into her waiting passage. Both stood there for a minute, steadying themselves and luxuriating in the primal satisfaction of the completed act. As Dave softened and slipped out of her, Lupie reached to the side table and grabbed some tissues to catch any leakage. She turned, resting her back against the wall and staring into her lover's eyes. "You know David, tomorrow is the day. Hopefully." Dave looked at her quizzically. "I ovulate tomorrow. I've been tracking it. This time could be the one that gets me pregnant." Dave leaned into Lupie and took her in his arms. A shudder passed through him as he realized he might soon be a father again. A dark, demented voice rose up to remind him just how well that worked out the last time. "Still," Lupie purred with a grin, "I wouldn't mind a second dose tomorrow, just to increase our chances." Dave kissed her slowly on the lips, with no tongue. "Purely for reproductive purposes of course." He added a wink. Lupie hugged him tightly after barking out a short laugh. Then they dressed and she headed back downstairs. Dave opened the new microfridge and pulled out a bottle of water and a pouch of tuna in sunflower oil. Livy and Mel picked up the fridge last week, during the grocery run. The same trip they'd gotten the palmprint secured gunsafe for Livy's headboard. Mel and Reena put it in place while Dave and Liv installed the safe. He guzzled about half the water bottle before setting it down. Then he took his time with the tuna and the other half the bottle. Time enough to mull over his problem. His game might be dead in the water, for good this time. As with so many others, he hadn't heard back from the artists that made the images for him in too damn long. The background artist, Harrison Black, had been incommunicado for months. That may not be an insurmountable problem. There was only one background missing from the scenes he had planned out. Those scenes might be movable to one of the existing settings. Or maybe he could find an artist to make that last image and match Harri's style; but that would be a dicey prospect. As long as he didn't add any new locations, he was good there. But; his character artist was also not responding. His last email two months ago mentioned he was sick. He had finished all of the characters through the last update, but the game had three more characters to complete the cast, and one played a pivotal role in the last two scenes of the pending update. He needed to find a new artist. And negotiate a new contract. For a game whose market may have shrunk drastically. Who the hell would pay money for a game about a guy surviving an apocalypse and fucking hot babes when they're in the middle of an actual apocalypse and every surviving guy had several women addicted to his cum? It was still worth a shot though. After mulling over the wording, Dave opened Discord and navigated to UnVale, the site he'd used before. He found an appropriate thread and started typing. budget: $800 plus 10% of revenue work: headshot and 3d poly-rigged female character, character description (rough physical and detailed personality) provided in further communications. three characters needed. possibly three artists, one per character. Upfront and percentage applied per character. timeline: 6-8weeks Commercial use, erotic game respond by DM please With that done, Dave left the server. There were other things to do. He logged into the email server for Eastfield and checked for messages. His dean emailed with a list of classes for spring semester. Technically, she was offering the list for his approval. Yeah right. She's the dean. Yeah, He'd made full professor rank five years ago, but getting in a pissing match with the dean over class assignments was never a good idea. And she'd never given him reason to anyway. The 'check these to make sure they are right' note always elicited that rebel reaction in him. Interesting. Math department must be shorthanded. Dave had one section of college algebra in addition to two sections of physics. One of those was calc-based, the other algebra & trig based. And then a section of gen ed physical science. That had been awhile, but something he'd done before. He emailed back the list looked fine, but he'd need a copy of the texts for the math and physical science classes, and quickly, so he could start planning. Hard copies if possible. At least a looseleaf version. He tagged in a suggestion they offer an astronomy class or earth science or oceans class. Something more focused that could get the kids attention. Student interest tends to improve student scores, after all. He pointed out with a little review time, he could teach the astronomy or earth science class. If they went with an oceans class, he'd need one of the biology folks to cover the portions of the class on sea life. Ugh. College algebra had some interesting and useful tools but teaching it to a class of mostly 'why do I have to take this'? whiners could make for a demoralizing semester. Well, maybe that would be the plus side of an apocalypse. The survivors might be all that much more desirous to grow and achieve. Okay, plan with positive thoughts. Expect hungry, eager young minds. Or even hungry, eager older minds. And a little bit scared. Some more than others. Lastly, he suggested that whichever of the three they offered should have a field trip component. Now more than ever, it was important to break students out of their doldrums and really see the stuff they talked about in class. "Dave! Dave! Dave!" Becca burst through his office door. "It's on! It's coming on next! Come down!" She gave him a quick kiss on the lips and raced back out. Dave was chuckling by the time she turned around, and rising as she passed the doorframe. He joined her in the living room in short order, without running. Lupie, Liv and Mel were waiting as well. Jan and Esme came out of the library just as Dave hit the bottom of the stairs. "All of you are music video fans?" Dave asked. "Or Weird Al?" He asked with a raised eyebrow. "I'm a you fan, David," Lupie replied, "and a Becca fan. You two are so excited by this, I had to be here to watch." "You exposed me to Weird Al when I was young and impressionable. My interest in him is all your fault." Olivia observed with a smirk. "Hey, I'm just band wagoning here," Melanie chortled. Then Jan chimed in. "This is a cultural event. It would be educational for Esme," she said with a sly grin. The commercial cut away and an aural cascade of celebration sounds issued from the TV. "Hello, all you beautiful people, I'm Martha Quinn, your Video Jockey for this inaugural segment of the renewed Music Television channel. Yes, we are concentrating on music again, and, in honor of the impending Halloween holiday, we have an oldie but a goldie; Michael Jackson's 'Thriller'." The screen cut to the iconic video by the king of pop. The full version. When it ended, Quinn was back. "I get chills from that every time." Martha shook her head, smiling. "Now, with the Thanksgiving holiday not far away, our new CEO has whipped up something to make the meal; just a little extra special." Guitar chords from Eric Clapton's 'Cocaine' start playing. When you eat leftovers, And you're feeling averse, ptomaine Half the room cracked up laughing. Dave didn't hear most the rest of the lyrics, but hell, his family was laughing. And surely the song would play again. It was good to laugh. By the time they settled down, the video was over and Martha Quinn's face stared back at them. "I hope you all enjoined that as much as I did. I'll be back to host 'The '80's Hump Day Show' this evening, but until then my younger colleagues will host shows featuring current, or at least more recent, styles. Our new formatting is geared to exemplify and introduce the unique and wonderful flavors of different eras and genres. We here at MTV would like to foster greater understanding and appreciation between peoples of different generations, so please, at some point during the week, take the time to sit in with us as we cover an era or style you are unfamiliar with and get to know some of the things that make other people in your life tick." Dave couldn't shake the sense that Quinn knew about the Quaranteam serum and was trying to foster connections between partners of well separated age groups, without talking about the serum in even the slightest. Then again, the sentiment had its own value, without the serum issues. October 22, 2020. The doorbell was still an unusual sound to hear these days, even though the house no longer felt like his own pyramid. It definitely wasn't quiet at the moment. House Belsus was in the midst of a round robin Mario Cart championship. Although, this one was a warmup. Shawna wasn't here, so they'd have another contest when the whole house was present. At the moment, Mel and Olivia were frustrated with each other and Esme's otherworldly ability both in the game and playing the two off each other. As the two of them attacked the other, Esme got ahead of them both. Becca was laughing, and well ahead of all three, sailing free and clear of any competitor or trap. Until Esme got a blue shell. Just as it detonated, the doorbell sounded. "I got it!" Reena shouted, leaping to her feet and rushing for the door. Dave rose to follow, but was tackled by Becca, Liv, and Mel. Lupie began to object, since Esme was in the room, but the girls were mostly just hugging, with some kissing. Lips only, no tongue. "Hey, come on! I need to go answer the door," he protested. "Nope," Becca retorted. "Reena hasn't gotten to welcome a new lady to the house yet. And you need to make a proper first impression when she walks in; smothered in adoring women!" Dave rolled his eyes but stopped trying to wiggle free. Lupie and Jan chuckled off to the side. "I heard that from outside." said a voice carrying a tinkle of amusement. All three young ladies scrambled up so Dave could stand and face their newest sister. She stepped forward, offering her hand. "Hi, I'm Vanessa Worton. You must be Dave. You have quite the entourage here." Dave reached his hand out to accept her greeting. Champagne blonde hair; with dark roots; fell from a middle part down the sides of her face to drape a few inches down her shoulders. Round, olive green eyes stared back at Dave from a face balanced between oval and rectangular. The wide smile, with plenty of teeth showing, appeared a mix of forced and natural while her cheeks gathered into pleasant apples above and beside her mouth. Vanessa wore a tight-knit thin teal sweater under a medium beige cardigan. Light tan slacks and slip-on comfortable walking shoes in dappled white and dark grey finished her business casual look. At 5'5" she wasn't exactly short for a woman, but neither was she tall by any stretch. She appeared to be a well-kept late thirties. The skin of her face was supple, but showed signs of experience in life; not all of it positive. Vanessa chuckled. "Well, it's always ego boosting for a man to be speechless upon seeing me. Especially one surrounded by such lovely ladies already." Dave collected himself. "Would you like a seat?" When he saw her noticing the paused game, he added, "We were having a playoff. Although this is really just practice, since Shawna's at work. She'll be home in another hour and a half. That's her usual time, though depending on her shift some days could be earlier or later." "So all of you are into video games?" Vanessa said as she stepped around her large pink rolling suitcase to find a seat. "No, some of us are into video games, and some of us join in for family unity." Lupie rejoined. "I can appreciate that." Vanessa smiled back. "Family sticks together." Her smile looked slightly artificial for a moment. "I like that you all refer to each other as family, rather than a team. It sounds; cozier, comforting. And the whole dogpile thing? Very Norman Rockwell. If Rockwell painted polygamous families," she added with a wide grin. "You must be Lupie," she said approaching the Latina. "I think your letter was the most convincing, and intimidating. I almost passed over Dave so I wasn't getting in the way of, or being overshadowed by, two long term loves." Everyone but Jan, Lupie, and Becca bore puzzled looks. That's when Jan cleared her throat and spoke up. "I was contacted the end of last week to type up a short mention of my time here, my thoughts, and such. I sent that in Sunday night." "I got mine in yesterday." Lupie said. "Me too," said Becca. "It was interesting getting three uniquely different people saying slightly different things that all painted the same picture." Vanessa walked back to Dave. "You're an interesting guy David Belsus." Dave looked slightly uncomfortable by instinct, but quickly applied some of the confidence he'd been gaining or faking. "You seem to have me at a disadvantage, Ms. Worton." "Vanessa. Or preferably, Nessa. Given how; close we are going to be." She flashed him a playfully wicked smile. Dave was getting enough practice now to see beneath the surface. Under the playfully strong woman exterior was a deep current of uncertainty, even nervousness. "I have professional reasons to be here as well. I'm a realtor, so I'm involved in the re-housing project going on. If I hadn't matched to you, I would have been by to visit sometime next week, but as it is, I'd like to start that conversation now, lay out the parameters for all of you and after I wake up from imprinting we can talk about what you; well, what we want," she ended with a grin. "Sounds good," Dave replied. "Re-housing, huh? Are we really supposed to wind up with many more ladies in the house?" "I don't know any more than you've been told, really, but I've seen some families much bigger. Most seem to be heading that direction though. The metroplex - all of North Texas - got hit hard, David." She paused. "Harder than some other areas because of all the deniers. I don't know the numbers, since I'm not involved in that work, but we have a lot fewer men here. We also had a higher loss of women, but not nearly to the same degree as the increased loss of men. Only a few of the women are interested in re-locating, so families here will likely be bigger than families in California or New England; on average anyway." "That's how it's been before all this though too." "Well, yeah," she said with a chuckle. Then she cleared her throat and seemed to settle into a 'professional' facial set. "To ease the logistical load for utilities and other services, the government is encouraging folks to gather into consolidated neighborhoods or downtown living areas. They mostly want people to live in multi-use towers. Basically, skyscrapers with stores and service shops on the bottom floor or two, and residential spaces above. Each family would have one entire floor. A large family might get two floors." "I would rather not live in a high-rise." Dave kept his tone neutral and even, in a way that suggested much more passion behind the sentiment than that actually expressed. "Well that brings us to the communities being formed. Some are on cul-de-sacs with enlarged houses. And the cul-de-sacs are clustered. There are some that have semi-circle roads with houses on the outer edge and a park or shops in the middle. The smaller ones of those are also clustered." "Of course, the Las Colinas and South Lake folks already have their gated communities. They may bring a few others in to occupy a house that was already empty, or vacated by a; casualty, but mostly, they are 'keeping to their own'. I wouldn't expect you; us; to get in there." "Not sure I'd want to." That earned a few nods. "There are a variety of sizes in the midrange communities. Those also vary by amenities in the house. Some houses in the same community have different amenities, inside or outside. In fact some of the nicer communities in the midrange are; choosy, so, again, they could be hard to get into." Dave, Lupie and Liv just shrugged. "Now, generally speaking, the communities will be mixed so there is, as best as possible, a cross section of races, political views, and interests in each community. The intent is to hopefully negate the polarization we've all seen increasing over the past twenty years." All of the older members of the family nodded. Everyone old enough to watch the news knew exactly what she was talking about. "But, there will be some; themed communities. In the Mesquite area, there will be a community of multiple cul-de-sacs near a stables." "And a country bar?" asked Reena, teasingly. "Please," Dave rejoined, "Mesquite is for ropers. They wear bright colored boots and never rode a horse. They drive lift kit pickups without a single scratch in the bed. A whole community of truck balls, rattails and mullets." He paused for a second. "Actually, that's not a bad idea. I could do with never seeing another mullet or rattail." "Or a lift kit." "Or truck balls." "I'll scratch Mesquite off the list of possible destinations for this team. Um, family," Vanessa corrected. "What about Park Cities area?" Dave looked at her balefully. He started ticking off on his fingers, "I make less than six figures, I do not own a tux; and only one suit; and I have no idea what to do with my pinkie finger when drinking tea or coffee." All of the ladies giggled. "Worse," he made quote fingers in the air, "Lupie is Hispanic, Jan is Korean, and Shawna, who's at work at the moment, is black. Not exactly a picture of Park Cities demographics." Vanessa looked like she was about to object, but held off. He wasn't wrong. Changing the topic, she said, "So, all we really need right now is to think about what spaces you will want, and what spaces you will need. Do you need an office? Do any of the women need one as well? Can those be combined?" "That could wind up as an excuse to visit with you more often during the day," Mel asserted. Reena and Becca giggled. Esme hadn't left the room, so she slightly veiled her meaning. "I will need a separate office. Sometimes I just need to focus. Besides, having my own office hasn't stopped y'all from making 'visits' during the day." Lupie blushed at the implication. She wasn't the only one though, just the most recent. "But Dave, I might need some math help," Becca pleaded. Vanessa looked slightly amused while the others laughed. The tale had been shared around. "I should never have told you that story," Dave said with narrow eyes and pursed lips. Though there was a twinkle in his eye and his lips curled up at the corners. "So, something for you ladies to share with me later, I take it?" Dave threw his hands in the air theatrically. "I'm surrounded." "Well, Dave, that's how; " Liv cut herself off as she remembered Esme was still in the room. Esme rolled her eyes. "Do I need to leave?" "No, you do not." Dave replied. "We will watch ourselves. This conversation is one you should have some input on. You might not get what you ask for, but at least I'd like to hear your preferences as much as anyone else's." Vanessa nodded, looking at Lupie. "Yup, just like you said." Lupie blushed. At Dave's reaction, Nessa looked to him and added, "All good things, all good things." "Olaf!" Esme cried. "You should be Olaf for Halloween. That's next week right?! We're doing something for it, right Da- uh, Dave?" Dave did not miss what Esme almost said. If she finished the original word, he might have lost it altogether. As it was, he managed to maintain his composure. He wasn't the only one. Lupie looked ready to bust with joy. Nessa bore a knowing grin that matched the others around the room. The shaky breath he took to steady himself was all they needed to confirm the impact the verbal slip had on him. In their eyes, he could see that for some, it was the reaction they needed him to have. Well, one more proof they all matched well. His natural reactions were what they wanted. Sometimes, anyway. "I think I just ovulated." Livy muttered. "What was that?" Dave asked. "Nothing darling, nothing at all," the busty brunette replied with a mild blush. The cackling of half the room did not help deter attention. "Maybe we should just get back to the discussion topic," Dave said with a wry grin. "Esme, any thoughts?" "Adults are crazy." Vanessa and a few others laughed. Dave just stared at Esme, a slight grin on his face and one raised eyebrow. Esme giggled. "Okay, I'd like a big backyard, a pool and an indoor play space that can also be an art room." Then, with an impish smile she added, "And a pony." "Ponies do not come with a house." Dave observed wryly. "The pool idea is a good one. If there's no community pool close by, that is. I mean, having one in the backyard would be great, but so long as it's easy to get to, a shared pool will do nicely. Is that doable, Nessa?" "Absolutely. Most of the communities either have a pool space already built, or have one planned. Some of the houses have backyard pools." She cleared her throat. "Though, none of the houses have enough yard space for a horse." She winked at Esme. "But two communities are reasonably close to riding stables with lots of pastureland." Dave chuckled and shook his head. "And let's list the art, craft and play space as a want, not a need, but a really want. An indoor space like that could be very handy when the weather sucks. It could also work as a classroom. After all, you can do a lot of science with craft supplies." Esme groaned and slapped her forehead. " That's my signal to leave. Besides, I still have a geography assignment to work on. Let me know when you're ready to finish the game." She slipped out to the library. Vanessa looked at Lupie. "She's adorable." "Thank you. She's also a handful." "I can see that." Vanessa replied. "Doesn't stop me from wanting one. Not right away, I mean, but, sometime in this coming year, I want to start trying." She turned to Dave as she said this. "Is that a problem?" "No. Not at all. We haven't talked about timing or anything, but I'd like to have kids with each of you. At least, I think you all want kids. If I'm wrong, let me know." All the ladies nodded, some adding a few words to express their interest. "Timing is the issue, though. We don't want the whole house pregnant at once. And some have college to complete and careers to establish." "Anyone trying now? If it's not too personal." Lupie raised her hand. "You're family now, or soon will be. It's not too personal. We hadn't said anything yet, but we are trying." The others squealed happily and rushed to hug her. "I think the conversation just came to an end," Dave observed. "That's ok, the main need for tonight was to get you all thinking about what you want. By early next week we should get together and nail down a specific list of needs and wants." She shifted in her seat. "Speaking of which, I'd like to wait until after dinner, maybe an hour after. I'd prefer to have dinner first and give it time to settle." "That's perfectly understandable. We can talk again just before. I'll; " "I am sure of my decision. But that's ok, feel free to ask again later for your peace of mind." At Dave's puzzled look, she explained, "Lupie and Jan mentioned you would be concerned about my comfort level with this decision." Her eyes twinkled. "Your ladies know you, David. I'm looking forward to being here." Dinner was a simple, quick affair of burgers, mac n' cheese from scratch and steamed green beans. Lupie and Mel offered to make something a bit more exciting, but Vanessa insisted quicker was preferred. They smiled and got busy in the kitchen. Nessa recognized Shawna as soon as she entered the living room. She didn't fawn over the local celebrity, exactly, but it took her a minute to adjust. After dinner was a slow time of conversations in pairs and triples. Nessa spent a lot of time listening but shared a few things about herself with the family. Eventually, she gave Dave a look that he was becoming accustomed to. He rose, approached her, and offered his hand. She took his hand and rose to stand beside him. The two ascended the stairs together. Everyone watched but said nothing. There were a few grins exchanged. When they entered the bedroom and shut the door, Vanessa turned to him, pulling herself close and burying her face in his chest. Then she looked up, meeting his questioning eyes. "I want this David. I want to be a part of the family you have here. I want to be with you. I talked with the others downstairs. I know you like to take your time. This isn't your first imprinting though, so you know I won't; get there except at the priming and imprinting; surges. I'll enjoy the efforts, but don't spend too much time on it, it will just be frustrating for me. So, show me your kind, attentive side, but don't overexert yourself on it, ok? Save it for one of the others this evening." Dave stroked her back gently and kissed her forehead. Nessa raised up on her toes and kissed him full on the lips. She hummed when he responded. They took their time, reveling in the closeness. She could feel in his body the desire to give her an emotional bond before the physical one, but the serum did not permit that. Still, that he wanted to do that for her bode well for a future together. The kiss grew more intense. Hands roamed from the 'safe' areas towards the more stimulating parts of the partner's body. Dave and Nessa's breathing increased in unison. That was the best part. That the person getting you all excited was just as excited as you. The hunger in their eyes rebounded, building in power like a laser. The frantic energy powered their hands as they tore at each other's clothes. They were stripped bare in short order, at nearly the same moment. Dave put an arm around her back and began kissing her again, turning himself one quarter away and walking toward the bed. As they arrived, she crawled quickly up the bed, turning on to her back and laying her head on a pillow as she reached the headboard. Dave gazed at her as he drew himself up on the bed with Nessa. Her body was smooth and lovely, well maintained, but not young anymore. Quite alluring. Neither washboard abs nor a paunch. Smooth, medium sized tits with a natural sag, medium brown areolas a bit larger than a half-dollar coin, and nipples slightly smaller than a pencil eraser that were fully erect. Below, her bush was neatly trimmed away from her vulva, which was clearly engorged with arousal as her inner petals flowered themselves outward, her outer lips parted slightly, just barely exposing the tip of her clitoris. Her face had dropped any sense of demur acceptance. She needed him. It was time, she was his and he was hers, for this moment. Dave crawled between her legs and positioned himself over her. He lowered himself enough to make contact over much of their bodies, without resting his weight fully on her. His erection sandwiched between them. He lay soft, gentle, languorous kisses on her forehead, cheeks and lips. She hummed her approval. As his kisses proceeded down her neck to her clavicle, her breathing picked up again. Her pelvis rubbed against him, seeking what only he could give her, seeking the fullness she needed to feel. Dave kept kissing and progressing down to her tits, kissing the yielding flesh there as she began to whimper. The yearning radiated from her in palpable waves. Dave repositioned his face to Nessa's, with his hips arched over her core. She steadied her tumultuous hunger, recognizing his preparation. Dave moved slowly until the tip of his organ rested against her wet, open entrance. He thrust forward, smoothly, firmly, penetrating her depths with half of his length over the course of several seconds. Vanessa responded with a cross between a groan and a cry, clutching him tightly with her hands on his shoulder blades. He pulled back out, eliciting a brief whimper until he thrust full length into her, which earned him a moan of pleasure. Her enthusiasm brought Dave quickly to the point of leaking precum, which had the expected effect the moment the fluid made contact with her velvety interior. Dave held her through her serum induced ecstasy. As she settled, she wrapped her arms around his back and looked into his eyes. He kissed her again as he began thrusting once more. Then he lowered his lips to her ear. "You're mine now Nessa. No other man may touch you." She gasped, excited. "Mine to take care of." He felt her shuddered beneath him. "Mine to enjoy." He felt her inner muscles flex and grasp his thrusting cock. "All mine. Your heart." "Yes." "Your mind." "Yes." "Your body." "Yes." "and your will." He thrust deep, holding himself there and working his hips to strike all of her inner surfaces. "Yes! Please David, please more!" Dave began thrusting with more vigor, pounding her sex with his own. Pummeling her interior as she writhed in her enjoyment of his actions. Her hips rolled and bucked. Her hands clutched and groped on his back; and her eyes. Her eyes implored him to take her like a beast. His breathing ragged, he savaged her lower body, stoking his own fires as surely as hers. So lost he was in the primal act, he never noticed his own building arousal until he'd fired off a few spurts into her, arresting her cries of pleasure and replacing them with a primal scream and orgasmic spasms which ended with her flopping to the bed in a naked heap. "Imprinting; imprinting; imprinting ;” October 23, 2020. With the exception of Shawna, who was gone for work, the entire house devoted all of Friday to prom preparation. Lupie went to the store and picked up a few items she'd held off getting until day-of. On her return, she immediately lay into her prep work, getting the cold appetizers ready. Melanie came in to help in the early afternoon, once she had finished curating the song lists. She was the designated DJ for the evening. Becca and Reena both spent time with her a few days prior, nailing down what they wanted to listen to during dinner and dance to after. Liv and Janice were the decorating committee. They left the living room re-arrangement for last, starting that after Dave and the girls went to upstairs to dress. During the day, they set up the unused bedroom as a hotel room. It was close enough to the upstairs bathroom not to break the illusion. And it was well away from Esme's room. Esme was instructed to use the master bathroom from bedtime until after breakfast. By early afternoon, Becca and Reena retreated to the master bathroom to do their hair and nails. Reena did Becca's nails, and then her own. Once that cycle was done, she did Becca's hair and guided Becca through the steps for doing Reena's. Each girl did her own makeup, though Reena added a few touches to Becca's. Vanessa awoke by lunch time. She was tickled when Dave asked her to help out. He wanted a bit more dance practice. Dave was not a dancer. Mel and Olivia gave him some practice, about an hour or so each, on separate days earlier in the week. Those sessions went about how'd you'd expect. Started off with some innocuous club dancing, progressed into something steamy, and wound up in the horizontal mambo. On the plus side, each coed got her dose before prom night. By mutual acclamation, prom night was exclusively for Reena and Becca, and Dave reserved himself during the day as well. With Vanessa, he practiced a few more sedate dance styles, and a couple of the club moves, without the steamy stuff. She was still a bit sore from the vigor of last night. Although, she said so with a smile. Shawna took an early shift that day and arrived home shortly after Dave and Vanessa wrapped up their dance practice. Shawna first changed into an orange halter dress before taking possession of Dave, hauling him off to their tv room where his clothes were laid out. Nessa went downstairs to help Liv and Janice move the living room furniture to the borders of the room, leaving a respectable dance space in the middle. Once Dave and Shawna were both convinced his suit was laying perfectly, with no lint, and all the colors just right, they descended to the living room to wait with the others. Dave initially proposed he come to the master bedroom door and escort each girl downstairs, but they decided they would rather make their entrance on the stairwell, letting everyone, including Dave, see them as they came down. They drew straws to decide order, only to find out that Reena was drawing to go last and Becca was drawing to go first. A bit more communication would have saved them the whole drawing process and the debate on whether to draw straws or flip a coin, or rock-paper-scissors. The other ladies were dressed nice, but not prom nice. Lupie was looking lovely in her dark blue sundress with 2" (~5cm) diameter white polka dots. Mel & Liv wore 'club wear'. For Mel that meant 'liquid look' black pants and a tight white crop top showing a modest amount of midriff. For Liv it was tight jeans and a frilly blue blouse showing modest cleavage. Janice wore a red cocktail dress with her left shoulder exposed, a skirt that hugged her hips gently and fell past her knees. Nessa borro

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No Longer An Enemy.Book 3 in 18 parts, By FinalStand. Listen to the ► Podcast at Explicit Novels."My Sister wished to know if you speak Mandarin," the brother translated for me."Hi, I'm Cáel," I greeted him. "Who are you guys?" He looked to one of the two goons holding on to me. I received a painful kidney punch. I discovered a whole new super-power. It hurt for about two seconds then nothing."I asked you a question," he repeated."No, I don't speak Mandarin," I lied so well it came across as a dour confession."Yet you know the secretive language of the Earth & Sky," he stated."Yes, I do. I have a thing for dead languages. Maybe in a few more years, I'll pick up your Mother Tongue as well," I bantered.No punishment was immediately meted out, so I suspected no one close to me, besides him, spoke much if any English. Jian Bob (my new name for him) didn't relay my insult. I wasn't worth it. He went straight for the reason for our get-together."You are going to die, Mr. Nyilas. That is a given," J B began."We both know you have done enough damage to our cause to be worthy of elimination a hundred times over. I'm going to show you respect by not lying to you about your possible fate. What you can do is save your young companion. We understand you two are close," he appealed in a very polite manner. Aya snickered."Cáel, these people are mentally challenged," she giggled to me, "or hideously misinformed.""I know, I know," I smiled down at Aya. "Still, they have gone through a great deal of effort to insult our intellect today, so let's humor them a little longer." Jian Bob issued several casual orders.In short order, a third man had hold of me by the jaw with one hand while trying to hold my eyelids open with the other. One guard held her by the shoulders. A second held her right hand, extending her ring finger. A third man held a knife to her top knuckle. A forth stood close with a small blowtorch."She may be a small person, Mr. Nyilas, but she can still die by the Death of a Thousand cuts," he explained."I love you, Aya," I told her softly."I love you too, Fehér mén," she succeeding in keeping most of the fear from her voice.Neither one of us could stop this. Aya certainly didn't expect me to compromise the Host for her benefit. She was as much an Amazon as the first Epona."First, I wish to know what alerted you to the attack at the Summer Camp," Bob began the interrogation."We know you were responsible. We want to know what happened." I looked into his eyes and waited patiently. He nodded to the guard, who shoved my face toward Aya's extended finger until I was less than a foot away."Do it." The Order came in Mandarin.The guard cut the top part of the digit off, one knuckle. I looked at the flesh and bone being cut away. In a clinical manner, I noted how sharp the blade was. I saw the blood shoot forth and heard Aya's little voice cry out in pain. I was pulled back and pointed at Jian Bob again."Do I need to repeat the question for you?" he said."No, I caught it the first time," I grimaced. "It tells me that you haven't the slightest idea who you are fucking with." Bob made a slight hand gesture and the blowtorch cauterized Aya's stump. Her little lungs belted out a terrible screech that wound down as her feet gave out and she hung limply in the guard's grip."Revive her." The blowtorch guy, clearly not his first day on the job, snapped some smelling salts under her noise. Aya revived, sobbing and in a great deal of pain."Cáel," she whimpered. "I have found my stillness. I'll be okay now." Her sobs subsided."Shall we try this again?" J B remained coolly polite, almost urbane."Nah," I joked, "we are both pretty good over here.""Again." The Mandarin order came. Off went another digit of her ring finger. This time her scream was much more exuberant and forceful. We all know it hurt like Hell, but the world had turned."He's going to kill all of you," Aya snickered while she sobbed. "You are all going to die.""Mu, what is the little girl saying?" she asked Jian Bob, real name Mu."She is stating her belief that Cáel will somehow kill us all," he and his sister shared the joke. "Let us see what her tune is when they start in on her left hand," the woman smiled at her sibling.That implied they'd cut off her right thumb and fingers, digit by digit, until one, or both of us cracked. The man nodded and Aya's nub was burned again. Her scream was more of a cleansing shout."Cáel, do you think I will have a nice horse to ride when I join Epona's herds, or will I get a pony?" Aya whimpered."Not a clue," I began before Mu had the face-hugging guard apply a finger strike to my solar plexus. Alal's gift had allowed me to partially organize my brain functions. Coping with pain was a whole lot easier now, but I had to be careful to monitor it because pain was Nature's way of letting you know that there was something wrong with your body."What color would you like me to pick up and have waiting for you," punch, "when you finally take yourself to the cliffs?""Again.""This is accomplishing nothing," the senior bald Mo Fo grumbled. "He clearly cares nothing for the child and has been trained in counter-interrogation techniques.""There is nothing to indicate that," Mu bristled."Xiàsh, burn the tip of his left forefinger," senior necromancer commanded. The guy holding my face coordinated with the men holding my arms to free me of my bonds and wrestle my left arm forward. I didn't bother resisting.It didn't take the commandoes long to figure I had stopped caring. On came the flame and the pain. Oh, I screamed. The pain was real. What had changed was my ability to shuffle it off to an isolated memory file to be tackled later. The bald creep stepped into my field of vision. His eyes were windows to the abyss. My "spirit" sight opened my eyes to the truly inhuman sections of his mind and soul."See, normal techniques will not be affective. We will do it, " and they realized the enormity of their mistake by assuming I was paralyzed by the pain. I broke free of the guy on my left and began twisting around the guy on my right. I wasn't getting away, I was going for his QCW O5. I knew their favorite martial arts styles and their weaponry now.The guy I was rolling behind realized what I was doing (going for his gun), but mistook my intentions. I wasn't trying to get away, or steal the gun (still strapped to his body). That cockhead even helped me out by lurching ground-ward. I swung the gun up, hit the selector and fired two quick bursts.The first three rounds hit Mr. Blowtorch in his right thigh, shredding it. The second burst caught Mr. Knife guy in the crotch, a triple 21mm castration. Had Blowtorch Guy not been busy trying to keep the strands of his right hip connected to his right leg, he could have stopped the blood fountaining from his buddies shattered groin. That was the end of my joy.I was born to the ground and the guy whose gun I'd borrowed pulled away. I hit the concrete surface hard. That was only the beginning of my issues. Radiating from the floor was cold beyond cold. I had the sensation of falling into the heart of a cold, dead star. How I even knew what the felt like was an impossibility."He feels very cold," protested one of the two guards, in Mandarin; pulling me back to my feet groused."If your incompetence has led to his terminal condition," the male twin threatened. I felt the approach of the female twin, her reaching for me. A new intense pain seared me to the cores of my bones. Before she yanked my hair up, my body reignited.I found myself stared into her pitiless eyes that regarded me with the casual callousness of a veterinarian preparing to put down some rabid stray dog. She ran three fingers over my cheek."What are you babbling about?" she snapped at the two commandoes. "If anything, he is feverish.""Zhen, have him sedated," Chief Necromancer demanded. "Mu, now we will do this my way." Once more I was bound. Someone stabbed a needle into my right triceps. That was a mere discomfort. If I had any consolation, it was hearing Mu ordering the execution of the two men I'd shot.They didn't have the time and facilities to tend to their immediate emergency needs and taking them to a trauma center wasn't going to happen. Those two went into body bags. I had to assume they would be joining us on the plane, though they'd be in the cargo compartment."What are you smiling at?" I heard Zhen snapping before my world collapsed down to a pinhole of light."Lady, I don't know what you said," Aya declared happily. "You are probably angry that Cáel has already killed two of you and we haven't even got off the ground yet." I heard a sound I couldn't make out followed by another and finally a third. That resulted in an Aya-squeak. Ah, she'd tried to hit Aya and Aya had dodged the first two blows. Good girl."Cáel isn't going to like you doing that," Aya chirped."Aya's a winner," I mumbled. I wasn't in control of my senses when they dragged me onto a waiting jet. I wasn't worried. With Aya at my side, I was invincible.DreamingI looked at her face, so youthful, beautiful in her own way, yet far from innocent. She bore a terrible weight. The armor she was wearing, that of a heavy horseman of the steppe, was a leather coat, chain links over her vulnerable regions (throat, underarms and skirt), with the rest being covered by darkened bronze plates.Her iron helmet was open-faced with mobile plates covering her cheeks as well as the sides and the back of her neck; it bore a white horse-hair plume, it was the only feature of her panoply that would draw any special attention her way. She carried no shield. Instead, she wielded a powerful horn & sinew composite recurve bow. She used her knees to rise up on her mount and fire over the mare's head.Similarly attired women rode close to either side of this young woman. Both were older; one in her early forties and the other ~ late thirties. The one to the left bore a lance, not in the couched fashion most people today are familiar with, but used in a double-handed over-head fighting style.The woman to the right fought with a strange blade. It wasn't saber ~ an ancestor of that blade perhaps. It was about a meter long, no hand guard, single-edged except for the top 4 cm on the back side which was equally sharp. Her left hand remained free. I think I saw her purpose. If the young woman got into difficulty, her guardian on the right could pull her horse away and lead the woman to safety.Behind and beside those three rode perhaps three hundred of their sisters. Those in the center were as heavily armored as those three. On each flank were the lighter, faster bow-women, on smaller steeds. The women in the center rode larger mounts that were good for carrying weight and pushing home a charge, while the flanking steppe ponies were virtually tireless.In the center, identified only by her long golden-mane helm, was the Golden Mare ~ War Leader of the Host. The Amazons didn't fly pennants or carry banners. They judged the course of battle by that woman's head movements (the mane was quite long) and the shrill horn blasts unique to the Amazons.Let the barbarians have the all too common deep booming horns calls and their totems raised high for the world to see. Let the Romans keep their trumpets and Legion standards. Amazons had been putting those fools in their graves from time immemorial. Right now, those horns had summoned the Host to a trot.The Hun, Attila, had tasked the Sarmatian Chieftain, under whose banner they rode, to deal with another crisis, the third this short day. Once more, they directed their horses over Catalaunian Fields. The Ostrogoth had gotten themselves into a world of trouble, those filthy, stinking Germans (why was I even thinking that way?)First the Amazons had ridden forth on Attila's right, reinforcing the allied Germanic tribes on the Right Wing in their attempt to force a wedge between Aetius' Romans and King Sangiban's Alans. They'd shown the fools the way, but the supporting Gepids cavalry was too timid and by the time they began to approach, the Golden Mare had been forced to sound 'retire'.The Roman auxiliary cavalry, though of poor quality, had plugged the gap. The Host were too few and too valuable (in their estimation) to die holding a position that their 'allies' might not rescue them from. Next, they had been directed to attack the center of the Alan cavalry line in support of the Huns.Despite the cowardice of their king, the Alans were hardy fighters and too accustomed to the style of steppe warfare that the Host practiced to be lured away from their position. Arrows were exchanged and brief, brutal skirmishes developed, but no advantage was gained. With their mounts exhausted, the Golden Mare had ordered the Host to retired to their camp to water their horses and refill their quivers.That bit of common sense and tactical wisdom placed them in their present crisis. Their Ostrogoth allies had been beating themselves against their Visigoth cousins all afternoon, charging up the same cursed slope that any sane commander would have found a way to flank. No, the Germans had failed seven times using the same plan, so they tried an eighth.Miraculously, they had gained a toehold on the ridgeline and killed the Visigothic King. Like a mob of mindless farmers, the Ostrogoths stopped to celebrate their 'victory' and taunt the Visigoths with the mutilated body of their fallen leader. The Visigoths had been properly incensed and counter-attacked. That's what Princes were for, to avenge their fallen Sires.As the Host exited the Hunnic laager, they'd seen the calamity unfold. The wavering Visigoth infantry had stiffened their line. Believing the Ostrogoths would press forward, the Horse-tail banner of Attila himself broke away from the central Hunnic body, pivoted to his left and thundered into the Visigoth's exposed flank.In the din of battle, it may have looked to the Great Warlord that he had a vanishing opportunity for victory. From the valley below, it was much clearer to the Amazons that the moment to break the Visigothic infantry had passed. The Huns were too tired; their mounts frothing from a long, hot afternoon of battle. Without a swift follow-through, the attack was doomed.At that point, headlong flight for the Amazons wasn't possible. Their long term survival hung on the Hunnic King keeping his Germanic 'allies' in line. They were still somewhere in eastern Roman Gaul, with the Rhine to ford and a land thick with perpetually vicious, blood-thirsty, crotch-scratching, flea-bitten Germanic barbarians to cross before they saw the green rolling hills of home again.No, the Golden Mare, and that young lady knew they had to do something to stem the tide of this disaster for another hour, then darkness would force the combatants to separate so they could try their hand at battle the next day. As the Golden Mare rode to the Sarmatian Chieftain, a rider came through the dust from Attila. The Visigothic cavalry had returned with a vengeance and the Ostrogoths were folding up.The Sarmatians (with their attached Amazons) were to 'somehow' repair the situation. As the Chieftain, the Golden Mare and three Sarmatian tribal leaders hastily discussed the actions. They saw the Hunnic Right, under hard pressure from the Roman attack, beginning to disintegrate. Of immediate concern was the rift opening up between the retreating Hunnic Gepids and the Hunnic horsemen holding the center.King Sangiban had finally discovered his manhood. The Alans attacked through that gap in the Hunnic lines and a rout was in the offing. The Sarmatian Leader decided he had to answer Attila's call. The Golden Mare offered to take her Amazons and whichever tribal leader volunteered first to ride with her against the Alans.She drew her sword and held it aloft then motioned the Sarmatians to look at her shadow."We will hold them off until the length of our swords double (the shadow). Then we are all on our own," she offered. There was no further discussion necessary. There was nothing else to say. The Host and their allies had the fresher horses and full quivers.The Alans had numbers but no heavy horse present, yet. The Host had answered Attila's call to war and now, nearly a year away from their homes in the forested steppe lands of modern-day Bukovina. At that moment they were wondering how few of them would ever see their horse herds roaming free this side of life.That was where my vision came in ~ that woman was 'Ishara', the last of my major bloodline of the first Ishara and this was the last hour of her life. The other two women were the only other two members of that vanishing bloodline. One was her aunt and the other a cousin. Despite the dire peril to their lineage, they joined their sisters in battle.Even though they were outnumber 2 to 1, the Amazons swept aside the first burst of Alans, scattering their bands and hunting the slowest of them down. Rushing alone to fill the gaping hole in the main battle lines was to abandon all tactical sense. Eighty Amazon heavy horse and perhaps twenty more Sarmatians ~ they were integrated now ~ alone simply weren't enough.For the roughly 300 lightly armored horse-archers, it would be a pointless suicide and that was not the Amazon way. Instead, they scattered the initial Alan rush then gently trotted back down the slope. Of course, the Alans regrouped and followed. It was the battle pulse of steppe skirmishing.By simply existing, they turned the rushing wave of that first Alan charge into a slowly strengthening tide. The Alans' mounts were tired and in need of water. Their quivers were nearly empty and some were seen at the top of the slope looting the quivers of the fallen. Whenever they could, the Amazons killed those clever souls.Killing an archer closer to you who only had two arrows left wasn't as economical as killing the one who was both dismounted, thus an easier shot, and about to have fifteen bolts to use against you. Without the constant harassment, the Gepids were able to keep their retreat orderly. In turn, the other Germanics farther to the right kept their mobs relatively intact as well.Their success earned them the inevitable enemy reaction. From his vantage point, the Roman Aetius saw the vulnerable and unsupported position the Amazons held. If he could push past the Amazon screen, he could still achieve a route instead of accepting a mere victory for his side. The solution was a force of

Send us a Text Message.In this one,  Mike and Cody are in for some culinary adventures as they imagine what it would be like to eat some of Mario's favorite power-ups. NEW SITV MERCH!JOIN THE PATREON!https://linktr.ee/sitvpodAlbum art by @haileycomet_tattooHailey Comet TattooSupport the Show.

Matt discusses the video games of 2024 and about his figure skating debut, which really just amounts to skating circles around the ice with his daughter. What's your favorite game of the year so far? 

Matt discusses the video games of 2024 and about his figure skating debut, which really just amounts to skating circles around the ice with his daughter. What's your favorite game of the year so far? 

On this episode of Dynamo Faithful, the lads discuss the Win over the Rapids, chatting about the latest transfer speculation, go American Faithful to talk Nations League, preview the match against San Jose, then wrap up talking Mario Cart boosts. Be sure to follow us on Instagram and Twitter @Dynamo_Faithful and let us know what you think! We appreciate any feedback on how to improve the pod going forward, and please consider rating and reviewing us on your favorite podcast platform! Appearing on this episode are Chris Sinski, Jake Berry, Manny Farciert, and Kyle McGuire. Produced & Edited by Ian Gregory-Graff Social Media & Design by Zacj Bellot Music from Pixabay, Intro/Outro Song: Indie Folk (King Around Here) by Alex Grohl

Matt and Ethan discuss flying bugs in Helldivers. They also go through a list of the top grossing games of all time including Mario Cart, Tetris, PUGB, the Witcher 3, Overwatch, Grand Theft Auto and Minecraft. Finally, they discuss the possibility that life is just a Virtual Reality.

Matt and Ethan discuss flying bugs in Helldivers. They also go through a list of the top grossing games of all time including Mario Cart, Tetris, PUGB, the Witcher 3, Overwatch, Grand Theft Auto and Minecraft. Finally, they discuss the possibility that life is just a Virtual Reality.

This week, the hosts get in a bunch of games, successfully banter, and semi-successfully read some emails. 00:00:32 - Pre-Banter Banter 00:03:01 - What are we drinking? 00:07:08 - What have we been playing?: TMNT: Pizza Power, Age of Steam, Ticket to Ride: Legacy, DnD, War of the Ring, Harry Potter Hogwart Battles, Arkham Horror LCG The Forgotten Age, Terraforming Mars, Revive, Betrayal 3rd edition 00:49:29 - Banter Break! featuring: Mario Cart, podcast room critique, beer change, bananas, mexican brunch, Void Crew, Elden Ring Co-op, Cities Skyline 2, bikes 01:16:58 - News: Local Boardgame Podcast Shutting Down 01:21:55 - Emails! MHGG Twitch Discord  

Oh by gosh by golly, these gays have had a rough week and they're falling apart! This week the Gays get real about getting older, Kevins balls, Justin has a kidney stone and Kevin pulls a muscle again while stretching. Justin and Kevin talk their relatable Mario Cart characters, living in a trailer park, fucking around and finding out and the complete icon that is Cher. Doritos releases a nacho cheese flavored vodka, Kevin applies for a weird job, Lisa Frank is coming back and Justin starts sucking, and sucking hard.This week is sponsored by:PARAMOUNT+Enjoy hundreds of Shows, Movies and Exclusive Content, available right at your fingertips! Try Paramount+ for FREE for 7 Days! Click here to start your trialWant to sponsor a beverage on the podcast? Cashapp Us! $TwoBlandGaysSupport the showEnjoyed this episode? Don't forget to share with your pals and follow us on Instagram @TwoBlandGays

This week the brothers are back to ramble on about Travis Kelce and you know. Do you avoid the dirty pitfalls by not being a Disney girl? What is going on with football? Drink and drive with Mario Cart? Madden parties are a thing? What do you do at a tasting event? What is the best way to do the first date? What happened with Wade and the saucy ladies at Hy-Vee? When does drug addiction make sense? Email us stuff at punandgame@gmail.com Merch:https://teespring.com/stores/punandgamePromo Code: WGAF for free shippingYouTube:https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCDUpI3McVZBegI28on8uwOATwitter:@PunandGameInstagram:@WadeTaylor_WGAF@PunandGame

Jimmy and Mike talk with rising Arizona band, Diva Bleach about their quick rise through the music scene, signing with InVogue Records, how the project got together, pets, learning music through the School of Rock System, horror movies, pets, Nintendo Games, settling arguments (or not) with Mario Cart and more!Check out Diva Bleach's new single “Out of My Head” released by InVogue Records on all streaming platforms and on their socials @divableachband and @divableachGet some more helpings of BIMP at http://www.patreon.com/baconismypodcastFind everything else BIMP:Twitter: @BaconisMyPodInstagram: @BaconisMyPodFacebook: www.facebook.com/baconismypodAnd of course our website: www.baconismypodcast.comWant some visual Bacon is My Podcast?Check out this episode and all others on Strangerhood TV on YouTube.www.strangerhoodtv.com and make sure to check out all the other great content on the channel!Get additional BIMP content at www.patreon.com/baconismypodcastWe're proudly sponsored by Manscaped and when you use the promo code BACONPOD at manscaped.com you'll get 20% your entire order!We'd like to introduce our new sponsor, Mythical Beards as well!  Use the promo code BACON15 for 15% off at mythicalbeards.comDon't forget to use the promo code BACON at our sponsors NativeBlendClothing.com, DrinkWildBills.com, PodDecks.com and GrillYourAssOff.com the best deals on your order!#podcast #baconismypassion #strangerhoodtv #youtubechannel #youtubepodcast #cravingstrange #somethingheavy #betterthanradio #baconismypodcast #poweredbypoddecks #manscaped #drinkwildbills #grillyourassoff #mythicalbeards ★ Support this podcast on Patreon ★

This week we got Donald Trump to call into the show. We asked him questions he does not normally get. We talked about Rochester NY when he was here in 2016. We also got some great answers on his golf game and listen to see how many holes in one he has. He also gives us a sneak peak on his future plans coming in 2024. Listen to see if he likes Mario Cart or not. You can watch One Drink Podcast on Youtube or Facebook and listen to us on all major platforms podcasts are played. One Drink Podcast One topic for One Drink. Topics are different and fun unlike the main media.Gods N Gladiators Custom Clothing / Wall ArtJ MALLABER ILLUSTRATION Painting What's watercolor painting and with vivid colors and unique compositions in her acrylics. Disclaimer: This post contains affiliate links. If you make a purchase, I may receive a commission at no extra cost to you.https://www.facebook.com/onedrinkpodhttps://www.youtube.com/channel/UC-ytHeiGG6VND5GUmoWij-A

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The Filtrate:Joel TopfNayan AroraSophia AmbrusoWith Special Guest:Boback Ziaeian @boback Assistant Professor of Medicine David Geffen School of Medicine at UCLA. His Google Schoolar page is better than yours. And returning for her fourth time (why do we keep inviting her back?)Sadiya Khan @heartDocSadiya Assistant Professor of Medicine (Cardiology) and Preventative Medicine at Northwestern Feinberg School of Medicine. LinkEditor:Priya YenebereShow Notes:Diuretic Therapy review by. Craig Brater NEJMThe manuscript in JAMA | NephJCMetoprolol vs Carvedilol: Comparison of carvedilol and metoprolol on clinical outcomes in patients with chronic heart failure in the Carvedilol Or Metoprolol European Trial (COMET): randomised controlled trial (Lancet)EMPULSE: The SGLT2 inhibitor empagliflozin in patients hospitalized for acute heart failure: a multinational randomized trial (Nature Medicine)Effect of Aliskiren on Postdischarge Mortality and Heart Failure Readmissions Among Patients Hospitalized for Heart Failure The ASTRONAUT Randomized TrialEffects of Oral Tolvaptan in Patients Hospitalized for Worsening Heart Failure The EVEREST Outcome TrialSophia ended up placing fifth in NephMadness 2023. (Link)Joel finished 697thAfter winning in the opening round, Northwestern lost to UCLA, in the second round of the March Madness tournament, 68-63.Torsemide to furosemide equivalents CardioMems positive trial: Sustained efficacy of pulmonary artery pressure to guide adjustment of chronic heart failure therapy: complete follow-up results from the CHAMPION randomised trial (The Lancet)CardioMems negative trial: Haemodynamic-guided management of heart failure (GUIDE-HF): a randomised controlled trial (The Lancet)Estimation of the Absolute Risk of Cardiovascular Disease and Other Events: Issues With the Use of Multiple Fine-Gray Subdistribution Hazard Models (Circulation)Torasemide in chronic heart failure: results of the TORIC study (PubMed)Tubular SecretionsNayan: Louise Penny A World of Curiosities: A Novel (Amazon)Sadiya: Ted Lasso season threeSophia:The Last of Us on HBO and SNL skit Mario Cart as Prestige DramaBoback: Duolingo for Japanese

In this one, Mike and Cody were wrong once again, we watched the Super Mario Bros. movie and freaking loved it. So now, like Kylo Ren in The Last Jedi, we want more! So what other franchises could we pitch high quality animated feature length films for?! JOIN THE PATREON!https://linktr.ee/sitvpodAlbum art by @haileycomet_tattooSupport the show

On vous parle de Ahsoka , Blue book , Sisu , Silo et on fait la critique de la bière de Mario Cart de pixel.  #ahsoka, #bluebook, #spiderjerusalem, #tomking, #indianajones, #sisu, #silo, #aliens, #iwanttobelieve, #bière, #pixel, #microbrasserie

I dagens episode finner vi ut at en av påskevikarene våre har vært Europamester i Mario Cart. Vi får høre forskjellige påsketradisjoner fra blant annet Live Nelvik, Nicolai Cleve Broch, Bjarte Tjøstheim og Ronny Brede Aase. Sist men ikke minst får vi flere afterski-tips fra Ellen. Episoden kan inneholde målrettet reklame, basert på din IP-adresse, enhet og posisjon. Se smartpod.no/personvern for informasjon og dine valg om deling av data.

Pat and Bo learned that they got an upgrade in Mario Cart and got a couple new, sweet courses to play this past weekend.  Gaming is fun, Bo loves it, Mom loves it, Alora does it, and Pat wants to play more. Bo also talks about his desire to be a part of show choir and singing and dancing and I really hope that if that is what he wants to do that he's all in and is willing to do the work when its time. To send Bo, or Pat a questions or comment email at:Email --- beastmodekids201@gmail.comFollow Pat @ INSTAGRAM --- thepatrickdavy  https://www.instagram.com/thepatrickdavy/FACEBOOK  --- https://www.facebook.com/patrick.davy.39

It must be the end of the world; I'm not leaving Must be the end of my time; I'm not breathing Somebody tell me who I Am ; I'm bleeding; Don't feed me, The needy— I'm fiending for freedom, Believe me Impeccably professional. Are we playing the fame game again? ‘What's my name?' –-we never stopped playing. Well, here it goes then. These guys are gonna rip me apart. Oh, you wish. I did wish. Don't waste a wish on this, Just get some whippets, Disinterest admittedly Skittish, with good intentions; Poignant, and probably proper, By now; How did I manage to have found My way up from the ground? Was once a seed, But never planted JESUS CHRIST. He died. He very died. Right. Remember the time Liquid Stranger– –was it liquid stranger– Yes …I'm not writing that. don't worry, guys, I won't click twice, I'm just trying to find The commonalities, Between these celebrities and Whatever's happening to me “WHAT IS HAPPENING TO ME?” I screamed from within, my palms unscathed and yet twisted with excruciating pain, as the tears rolled from down my eyes and i hushed the sound of my voice so that the man in the other room wouldn't hear me. Okay. that shit hurt. It did hurt. It hurt a lot. I'm not Jesus, I don't wanna be Jesus. JESUS. Well, fuck that memory. What about this one: WELCOME TO THE ILLUMINATI. Oh. WE HAVE SKRILLEX. oh no. Or, had him. what . Where is he? How would I know. You should know. I don't, tho. Well, dammit. They sure are friendly. Yeah, too friendly. HEY—HEY LADY! Uhm, Excuse me. HEEEEEY Nope, not today. What are you evading? “The Fame Game.” I'm not playing. Aw, come on. NO. Come on! NO. I Always get picked off, or die on drugs–or get hot flashes, it's awful. Pleeeasee– NO. Stop asking me. Oh, so I die in a plane crash. Yeah. Ok. You die in a bathtub. Stay away from me. [ceases to exist] Couldn't fake it Not even fora secod, Not even for a condo; On the 25th floor of the Circa Apartments I'm being honest, “Lost in Los angeles” Like Donkey Kong and Mario Cart rolled into one I'm the controller On the contrary, darling You're all of it, The ending and the start of it A Star amongst the Walk (Against The Hall of It) We're Always Watching. {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2023 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -U.

It must be the end of the world; I'm not leaving Must be the end of my time; I'm not breathing Somebody tell me who I Am ; I'm bleeding; Don't feed me, The needy— I'm fiending for freedom, Believe me Impeccably professional. Are we playing the fame game again? ‘What's my name?' –-we never stopped playing. Well, here it goes then. These guys are gonna rip me apart. Oh, you wish. I did wish. Don't waste a wish on this, Just get some whippets, Disinterest admittedly Skittish, with good intentions; Poignant, and probably proper, By now; How did I manage to have found My way up from the ground? Was once a seed, But never planted JESUS CHRIST. He died. He very died. Right. Remember the time Liquid Stranger– –was it liquid stranger– Yes …I'm not writing that. don't worry, guys, I won't click twice, I'm just trying to find The commonalities, Between these celebrities and Whatever's happening to me “WHAT IS HAPPENING TO ME?” I screamed from within, my palms unscathed and yet twisted with excruciating pain, as the tears rolled from down my eyes and i hushed the sound of my voice so that the man in the other room wouldn't hear me. Okay. that shit hurt. It did hurt. It hurt a lot. I'm not Jesus, I don't wanna be Jesus. JESUS. Well, fuck that memory. What about this one: WELCOME TO THE ILLUMINATI. Oh. WE HAVE SKRILLEX. oh no. Or, had him. what . Where is he? How would I know. You should know. I don't, tho. Well, dammit. They sure are friendly. Yeah, too friendly. HEY—HEY LADY! Uhm, Excuse me. HEEEEEY Nope, not today. What are you evading? “The Fame Game.” I'm not playing. Aw, come on. NO. Come on! NO. I Always get picked off, or die on drugs–or get hot flashes, it's awful. Pleeeasee– NO. Stop asking me. Oh, so I die in a plane crash. Yeah. Ok. You die in a bathtub. Stay away from me. [ceases to exist] Couldn't fake it Not even fora secod, Not even for a condo; On the 25th floor of the Circa Apartments I'm being honest, “Lost in Los angeles” Like Donkey Kong and Mario Cart rolled into one I'm the controller On the contrary, darling You're all of it, The ending and the start of it A Star amongst the Walk (Against The Hall of It) We're Always Watching. {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2023 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -U.

In this episode, we discuss Netflix's action comedy Bullet Train. Stina gives a great Mario Cart analogy and Danielle gives a mini-movie review (how meta). WARNING: If you are a Philadelphia fan this episode may not be for you. Instagram: @heyitstwogirls, @classicSTINA, @daniellecobianchi Twitter: @heyitstwogirls, @classicSTINA Two Girls Drink Beer Youtube Beer Coffee Doughnuts Blog --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/twogirlswatchtv/message

In the 8a hour, NewsRadio WFLA Anchor Chris Trenkman runs through today's top stories, including the U.S. government's concerns about a Chinese spy balloon flying above the state of Montana. A woman went viral after an incident at Universal Studios, while a Mario Cart ride was criticized for its strict weight restrictions. Ryan reviews beaches in Florida that made the 'Most Dangerous Beaches' list, and if any are in the Tampa Bay area. Inside Edition Anchor Deborah Norville joins the show to discuss her career and an upcoming Waffle House investigation. The January job numbers came back better than expected. NewsRadio WFLA White House Correspondent Jon Decker checks in with details on an investigation request by Hunter Biden's lawyers.

In this one, Mike and Cody sit down with you to play some Mario Kart 64 and they are definitely judging your character choice! So, pick up the sticks, select your character, and tell us a bit about yourself! Also, help support the SITV Research Institute so we can get some hard data by joining the Patreon. JOIN THE PATREON!https://linktr.ee/sitvpodAlbum art by @haileycomet_tattooSupport the show

Toggle navigationUpload Episode Dashboard The Legend of S Ū P ∆ C Я E E ™ Gerald's World. The Infinite Skrillifiles: OWSLA Confidential [ENTER THE MULTIVERSE] Upload New Episode Create New Show Migrate Existing Show Create Private Show Edit Episode [[-Hot Tub Time Machine.]] 3 Total Downloads Click for details 3 Downloads 30 Days Click for details 3 Downloads 7 Days Click for details 3 Downloads 24 Hours Click for details Description Impeccably professional. Are we playing the fame game again? ‘What's my name?' –-we never stopped playing. Well, here it goes then. These guys are gonna rip me apart. Oh, you wish. I did wish. Don't waste a wish on this, Just get some whippets, Disinterest admittedly Skittish, with good intentions; Poignant, and probably proper, By now; How did I manage to have found My way up from the ground? Was once a seed, But never planted JESUS CHRIST. He died. He very died. Right. Remember the time Liquid Stranger– –was it liquid stranger– Yes …I'm not writing that. don't worry, guys, I won't click twice, I'm just trying to find The commonalities, Between these celebrities and Whatever's happening to me “WHAT IS HAPPENING TO ME?” I screamed from within, my palms unscathed and yet twisted with excruciating pain, as the tears rolled from down my eyes and i hushed the sound of my voice so that the man in the other room wouldn't hear me. Okay. that shit hurt. It did hurt. It hurt a lot. I'm not Jesus, I don't wanna be Jesus. JESUS. Well, fuck that memory. What about this one: WELCOME TO THE ILLUMINATI. Oh. WE HAVE SKRILLEX. oh no. Or, had him. what . Where is he? How would I know? You should know. I don't, tho. Well, dammit. They sure are friendly. Yeah, too friendly. HEY—HEY LADY! Uhm, Excuse me. HEEEEEY Nope, not today. What are you evading? “The Fame Game.” I'm not playing. Aw, come on. NO. Come on! NO. I Always get picked off, or die on drugs–or get hot flashes, it's awful. Pleeeasee– NO. Stop asking me. Oh, so I die in a plane crash. Yeah. Ok. You die in a bathtub. Stay away from me. [ceases to exist] Couldn't fake it Not even fora secod, Not even for a condo; On the 25th floor of the Circa Apartments I'm being honest, “Lost in Los angeles” Like Donkey Kong and Mario Cart rolled into one I'm the controller On the contrary, darling You're all of it, The ending and the start of it A Star amongst the Walk (Against The Hall of It) We're Always Watching. {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2022 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -U. Episode URL Release Date Share Create Video Version Generate Transcript December 30, 2022 TwitterFacebookShare Create Video Version Generate Transcript Copy And Paste The Code Below To Add The Podcast Player To Your Website Enable Dark Mode Player Podcast Player

Impeccably professional. Are we playing the fame game again? ‘What's my name?' –-we never stopped playing. Well, here it goes then. These guys are gonna rip me apart. Oh, you wish. I did wish. Don't waste a wish on this, Just get some whippets, Disinterest admittedly Skittish, with good intentions; Poignant, and probably proper, By now; How did I manage to have found My way up from the ground? Was once a seed, But never planted JESUS CHRIST. He died. He very died. Right. Remember the time Liquid Stranger– –was it liquid stranger– Yes …I'm not writing that. don't worry, guys, I won't click twice, I'm just trying to find The commonalities, Between these celebrities and Whatever's happening to me “WHAT IS HAPPENING TO ME?” I screamed from within, my palms unscathed and yet twisted with excruciating pain, as the tears rolled from down my eyes and i hushed the sound of my voice so that the man in the other room wouldn't hear me. Okay. that shit hurt. It did hurt. It hurt a lot. I'm not Jesus, I don't wanna be Jesus. JESUS. Well, fuck that memory. What about this one: WELCOME TO THE ILLUMINATI. Oh. WE HAVE SKRILLEX. oh no. Or, had him. what . Where is he? How would I know? You should know. I don't, tho. Well, dammit. They sure are friendly. Yeah, too friendly. HEY—HEY LADY! Uhm, Excuse me. HEEEEEY Nope, not today. What are you evading? “The Fame Game.” I'm not playing. Aw, come on. NO. Come on! NO. I Always get picked off, or die on drugs–or get hot flashes, it's awful. Pleeeasee– NO. Stop asking me. Oh, so I die in a plane crash. Yeah. Ok. You die in a bathtub. Stay away from me. [ceases to exist] Couldn't fake it Not even fora secod, Not even for a condo; On the 25th floor of the Circa Apartments I'm being honest, “Lost in Los angeles” Like Donkey Kong and Mario Cart rolled into one I'm the controller On the contrary, darling You're all of it, The ending and the start of it A Star amongst the Walk (Against The Hall of It) We're Always Watching. {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2022 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -U.

Impeccably professional. Are we playing the fame game again? ‘What's my name?' –-we never stopped playing. Well, here it goes then. These guys are gonna rip me apart. Oh, you wish. I did wish. Don't waste a wish on this, Just get some whippets, Disinterest admittedly Skittish, with good intentions; Poignant, and probably proper, By now; How did I manage to have found My way up from the ground? Was once a seed, But never planted JESUS CHRIST. He died. He very died. Right. Remember the time Liquid Stranger– –was it liquid stranger– Yes …I'm not writing that. don't worry, guys, I won't click twice, I'm just trying to find The commonalities, Between these celebrities and Whatever's happening to me “WHAT IS HAPPENING TO ME?” I screamed from within, my palms unscathed and yet twisted with excruciating pain, as the tears rolled from down my eyes and i hushed the sound of my voice so that the man in the other room wouldn't hear me. Okay. that shit hurt. It did hurt. It hurt a lot. I'm not Jesus, I don't wanna be Jesus. JESUS. Well, fuck that memory. What about this one: WELCOME TO THE ILLUMINATI. Oh. WE HAVE SKRILLEX. oh no. Or, had him. what . Where is he? How would I know? You should know. I don't, tho. Well, dammit. They sure are friendly. Yeah, too friendly. HEY—HEY LADY! Uhm, Excuse me. HEEEEEY Nope, not today. What are you evading? “The Fame Game.” I'm not playing. Aw, come on. NO. Come on! NO. I Always get picked off, or die on drugs–or get hot flashes, it's awful. Pleeeasee– NO. Stop asking me. Oh, so I die in a plane crash. Yeah. Ok. You die in a bathtub. Stay away from me. [ceases to exist] Couldn't fake it Not even fora secod, Not even for a condo; On the 25th floor of the Circa Apartments I'm being honest, “Lost in Los angeles” Like Donkey Kong and Mario Cart rolled into one I'm the controller On the contrary, darling You're all of it, The ending and the start of it A Star amongst the Walk (Against The Hall of It) We're Always Watching. {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2022 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -U.

Hot wheels Unleashed: The Must-Play Arcade RacerThe people have spoken! Today we are taking one of your questions: can we get some racing game recommendations? You ask and you shall receive. In this episode, we will be reviewing Hot Wheels Unleashed. This game is GOOD! The tracks and environment, well crafted hot wheels, and the cherry on top, the soundtrack is amazing.Although there are some cons to this game, it doesn't take away from the overall pleasure of the game. If you like cart games like Mario Cart, this game is for you. Not to mention its low price tag.Tune in to hear a full review of Hot Wheels Unleashed to learn why this racing game is worth checking out. Thank me later!Head to Discord to join the FREE Single Player Experience Discord Server!For more episodes, head to Apple Podcasts.Connect with Sebastion:FacebookLinkedInTwitterInstagramTikTokYouTube

THURSDAY HR 5 Mitch English in studio hanging. Shares the experience of his sons murder. And the one moment that helped him see things a little different. K.O.D. - His highness is a jack of all trades? Monsters Sing on vinyl. Monster Messages & Hot Takes soda

It's another episode of the show that gives you a day-long smile. Nashville shows up huge for their own; a personal trainer is changing lives and human Mario Cart! Like and Subscribe to feel better about life.

L.A. Indie Band Goon has been staying busy promoting their new album “Hour of Green Evening”. Front man Kenny Becker stops by to talk music, Mario Cart and how to keep Dylan off of amps when he goes Beyond the Mic. Beyond the Mic with Sean Dillon is the conversation series where actors, artists, authors, and more go deeper than a traditional interview. They go “Beyond the Mic”.

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Everyone has something they are striving to accomplish. It could be getting an A on your next exam, crushing the SAT's, landing that dream job, or finally beating your friends at Mario Cart. Whatever that goal is, just having it won't help you reach it. So, what can you do TODAY to start setting yourself up for success? This week's episode is another installment in our new series called, "Secrets to Success!" During these episodes Nick and Cole will cover ideas and topics you want to hear more about and will help you along your journey to success! This installation features some of our best episodes on goal setting and how we can achieve everything we set out to accomplish. This episode features segments of our conversation with sports psychologist and professor Dr. Eric Day who covers research and science backed ways of setting goals, the 2 different types of goals and how we can use them to achieve even greater results, and why the process is more important than the end goal. Later, Olympic track athlete Bobby Grant explains a specific way of setting goals Bobby has used in his journey to winning multiple NCCA championships and making his way to the Italian olympic track team, and how to stay motivated when you may not see progress towards your goals. Finally, Olympic softball player Nicole Mendez covers why we need to be as detailed in our goals as possible, the value of accountability groups to help support us on our journey, and so much more!If you liked this episode or if you've been enjoying everything we do here at The Quest, let us know by leaving a rating and comment!Listen to Eric's episodes here!49 - Build Effective Habits & the Science Behind Goal Setting w/ Psychologist Dr. Eric Day pt.150 - Conquer the Fear of Failure w/ psychologist Dr. Eric Day pt.2Listen to Bobby's episodes here!21 - Building the Champions Mentality w/ Olympic Athlete Bobby Grant pt.122 - Perfect Your Perspective & Control Your Emotions w/ Olympic Athlete Bobby Grant pt.2Listen to Nicole's episodes here!47 - Learning from an Olympic Softball Player w/ Nicole Mendes pt.148 - Finding Motivation & Improving Your Mental Health w/ Olympic Softball Player Nicole Mendes pt.2Check out some of our previous Secrets to Success episodes!72 - Secrets to Success: 3 Tips to Be More Productive69 - Secrets to Success: How to Develop a Successful Mindset57 - Secrets to Success: How to Create a Life-Changing Morning Routine42 - Secrets to Success: Lessons from Navy SEAL David Goggins40 - Secrets to Success: 3 Ways to Make People Instantly Like YouFill out our quick 6-question audience survey to help us give you the best experience possible!Audience Advice Survey Reach out to and follow us on Instagram!Follow us on Twitter!And remember to GET AFTER IT!

Talking about our go to Mario cart characters and certain frisky activities.

March saw some awesome post-purchase drip email campaigns, more personalized emails, and Mario Cart gets a shoutout. This, plus other marketing highlights for creative & strategic inspiration.

The Flying Frenchman, or Carnivorous Croissant if you prefer, joins the PicklePod to chat about his recent results, future partnerships and more. Jay addresses his beef with fellow Pro Zane Navratil and breaks down his experience playing with Jessie Irvine. Thomas and Tyson pitch Jay new nicknames and the three agree on a Mario Cart competition for 2022.  1:38 The Dink and Jay Devilliers have some beef to settle before the episode starts 4:59 The guys pitch Jay some new nicknames and social media trolls 15:04 The guys dissect the current pro landscape, specialization and the PPA Championship 23:42 Jay breaks down why singles is so difficult and who's at the top 27:21 The serve debate, again and Morgan Evans' serve 37:08 Jay breaks down what it's like to play with Jesse Irvine and 2022 partnerships 45:32 Thomas asks Jay about the new pro stipends and what they mean for the game Socials Follow The Dink Pickleball Twitter Facebook Instagram TikTok Official Website Follow Tyson Apostol Twitter Facebook Instagram TikTok Official Website Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

On this edition of the Hangin' With Wang Podcast... (0:00 - 4:00): Wang tries out a new microphone (unsuccessfully), and Aj still has trouble facing the mic. (5:00 - 13:30): Wang and Aj make their own real-life my players. (18:30): Aj gets paid for his car... and the running good guy/bad guy dynamic.  (20:00): Horrible jobs of our past... Wang shaking signs and Aj shaking his money maker. (35:25): Aj and his unibrow. (38:45): Our Wally (dumbass) of the week. (42:30): That one time Aj almost met Jesus. (53:15): Hangin With Wang... FROM MIAMI!? The Hangin With Wang curse... Aj's interesting night of Mario Cart... and much more. Make sure to like and subscribe!!

Okay ladies!! He's finally here. It's big ASMR fan and very funny person, Charlie Hall.  This episode is about... being cool during senior year of college, a sexless limo ride, Mario Cart, Lin Manuel Miranda's IN THE HEIGHTS, themes (in general), a very hunky Yellow Knight, and a smackdown between Ellen DeGeneres vs. Jojo Siwa.  Charlie Hall is an actor and writer, based in LA. He can be seen in MOXIE, LOVE VICTOR, VEEP, and his own digital mini-series SORRY, CHARLIE.@charliehall@culmpod

Mario Cart?  Flying... Creatures?  Crazyness! Racing Antics : https://twitter.com/f1troll_/status/1403316057184550915?s=20 Construction Worker : https://reddit.com/r/Unexpected/comments/njzjoh/knocking_a_metal_box_on_top_of_cable_car/ Want to help us out, throw us a few sheckles on Patreon at https://patreon.com/kgbpodcast On twitter… Tim is @timkeefer , Brian is @beer_review or you can e-mail us at : kgbstillwatchingyoupodcast@gmail.com

I played Mario cart today! It was fun. Hope you liked it!

Anjali, Tyson, Soroush and Sam discuss Diddy Kong Racing, the better N64 racing game, Rare's incredible gaming hot streak, your desert island game, and the best way to eat Flaming Hot Cheetos while holding a controller meant for a three armed future human. Visit our site S'more Adventures for a list of upcoming shows! We have a Patreon now! Although it doesn't have any of the cool stuff mentioned in the recording... yet. This episode was sponsored by Flaming Hot Cheetos! Not really though, but it would be cool if they did.

This week we had the guys from the Inner Monolog Podcast on the show. We talked about our favorite conspiracy theories, spirit animals, AOL and early internet memories, and we jumped into grab bag. It was a great episode and our first explicit language episode too as a heads up.  If you enjoyed them on the pod, check out their show on Apple Podcasts or followed them on Instagram @innermonolog510.

Will and Sarah talk about Quarantine hobbies and about Mario Cart about which one of the hosts has made a seriously bad bet.      For more info about the CSC and everything going on, check out catholicterps.org

While a generation of young guys around him spent every free moment playing Mario Cart & Call of Duty, Alex Dyer buried himself in his books. After a four year stint living overseas during which Alex learned the importance of emotional intelligence, God combined his book smarts and newly minted emotional maturity to turn a cattle trader into a godly man. Follow Sean on Instagram: Sean

On this episode of Creepy Kids Radio, I survive a game of “C******** Mario Cart", explore the Bad Neighbors page on Facebook and hunt down pedophile gym teachers. I also react to Ben Shapiro's cover of WAP, make bad jokes about the California wildfires and I maybe, just MAYBE, shove an entire Travis Scott cheeseburger meal up my own ass... Maybe. Enjoy this week's cringe!

In this episode Joe and Emma play some Mario Cart on their Nintendo Switch while they talk. Emma and Joe discuss what she looks for in a good school and the importance of parents spending time with children all while they play video games in the background.

Domo Arigato Mr Roboto! This week Matt and Claire are joined by special guests Andrew and Rebecca to discuss episode 6 of IRON FIST! Matt creates two new supervillains including Modok Freeman and Claire wishes that Marvel would release a Mario Cart inspired Marvel video game. Also Colleen Wing needs to STEP AWAY FROM THE […]