Podcasts about Milady

Hang onto your slipcases, because Blake Howard and the legendary @RufusTSuperfly aka Tom Reagan's Hat discuss the swashbuckling delights in the choreography and sound design of Criterion's new release, The Three Musketeers / The Four Musketeers: Two Films by Richard Lester.The Three Musketeers / The Four Musketeers: Two Films by Richard LesterAlexandre Dumas's immortal tale of adventure and camaraderie received perhaps the finest of its numerous screen adaptations with this two-part swashbuckling spectacular from A Hard Day's Night director Richard Lester. Featuring Michael York, Oliver Reed, Frank Finlay, and Richard Chamberlain as the swaggering swordsmen, who thrust and parry their way through courtly intrigue in seventeenth-century France, The Three Musketeers and The Four Musketeers are also graced with an all-star supporting cast that includes Raquel Welch, Faye Dunaway, Geraldine Chaplin, and Charlton Heston. Lester's exuberant epic breathes new life into an oft-told classic through its boisterous slapstick invention, its meticulous attention to period detail, and a sense of pure, unbridled bravado that is thrilling to behold.Richard Lester's spirited adaptation of Alexandre Dumas's timeless novel immediately distinguished itself from previous film versions with its irresistible lightheartedness. It follows the brash, young wannabe musketeer d'Artagnan (Michael York) as he travels from the French countryside to Paris and befriends Athos (Oliver Reed), Porthos (Frank Finlay), and Aramis (Richard Chamberlain), famed swordsmen whom he must help to stop the conniving Cardinal Richelieu (Charlton Heston) and his plot to undermine the king. The Three Musketeers sweeps viewers away with its exquisite sets and costumes, chivalric romance, and breathless duels punctuated by the ingenious physical comedy that was Lester's trademark.It may be “all for one and one for all,” but it took director Richard Lester two films to contain the sweeping spectacle of Alexandre Dumas's swashbuckling adventure. This sequel—shot simultaneously with The Three Musketeers, since they were originally conceived as a single film—dials down the comic high jinks that distinguished the first installment in favor of a more somber tone, as our heroes are drawn into a deadly revenge plot orchestrated by the seductive Milady de Winter (a deliciously wicked Faye Dunaway). Upping the psychological stakes and deepening our sense of the characters, The Four Musketeers brings this beloved tale of honor and friendship to a close with a rousing emotional flourish.SPECIAL EDITION FEATURESNew 4K digital restorations, with uncompressed monaural soundtracksIn the 4K UHD edition: Two 4K UHD discs of the films presented in Dolby Vision HDR and two Blu-rays with the films and special featuresTwo for One, a new documentary by critic David CairnsThe Saga of the Musketeers (2002), a two-part documentary featuring interviews with cast and crew membersThe Making of “The Three Musketeers,” a 1973 featurette with behind-the-scenes footage of director Richard LesterTrailersEnglish subtitles for the deaf and hard of hearingPLUS: An essay by film critic Stephanie ZacharekNew illustration by Mattias AdolfssonThe legendary @RufusTSuperfly aka Tom Reagan's Hat can be found here.Support: JOIN THE ONE HEAT MINUTE PATREON FOR AS LITTLE AS $1 A MONTHFollow the hosts:Blake Howard - Twitter & One Heat Minute Website Alexei Toliopoulos - Twitter & The Last Video StoreSupport this podcast at — https://redcircle.com/one-heat-minute-productions/exclusive-contentAdvertising Inquiries: https://redcircle.com/brandsPrivacy & Opt-Out: https://redcircle.com/privacy

Réécoutez Maxximum DJ's avec Milady du mardi 3 juin 2025

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Den svenska stormaktstiden i all ära, men den verkliga stormakten i 1600-talets Europa var Frankrike. Under första hälften av seklet lades grunden till en ovanligt stark stat och absolutistisk kungamakt, och under 1600-talets andra hälft dominerade den franske kungen Ludvig XIV – Solkungen i Versailles – den europeiska militära och politiska arenan.Här har vi dock valt en litterär synvinkel: vi möter Frankrike genom Alexandre Dumas och hans roman De tre musketörerna. Har D'Artagnan, Athos, Porthos, Aramis, Milady, Rochefort och de andra romangestalterna existerat, eller hittade Alexandre Dumas på allt själv? Och framför allt: var verklighetens kardinal Richelieu lika realpolitiskt hänsynslös på riktigt som han är i romanen och i filmerna, där han brukar framställas som en klassisk superskurk utan tillstymmelse till samvete? Just Richelieu blir föremål för en längre djupdykning: vi följer honom från vaggan till graven, längs hela den framgångsrika och blodbestänkta karriärbana som förde honom från den provinsiella lågadeln till högsta möjliga politiska position. Vi gör också bekantskap med hans lika färgstarka efterträdare som Frankrikes mäktigaste man, den italienskfödde kardinalen Jules Mazarin.I detta avsnitt av podden Harrisons dramatiska historia samtalar Dick Harrison, professor i historia vid Lunds universitet, och fackboksförfattaren Katarina Harrison Lindbergh om Frankrike på de tre musketörernas tid – och framför allt om de båda kardinaler som ledde landet när det utvecklades till Europas starkaste stat.Bild: Athos, Porthos, Aramis och d'Artagnan konfronterar Jussac och kardinalens gardister. Illustration av Maurice Leloir för De tre musketörerna av Alexandre Dumas. Wikipedia. Public Domain.Klippare: Emanuel LehtonenProducent: Urban Lindstedt Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Send us a textRISKYSometimes you gotta say, “What the Fuck” to research, make your move. This week Season 14's penultimate 1x1 is co-host Ryan's pick: RISKY BUSINESS (1983). His reason: TGTPTU normally pairs filmographies of a single director or actor, and the writer-director on this film was so triggered by the experience of having his written, shot, and edited original ending replaced in the final cut that he never directed another film again… or at least not until his second film in 1990 (WTF, Ryan?).  This film that would go on to become part of 1980s iconography by first-time director Paul Brickman, who had previously written the Michael Pressman-directed The Bad News Bears in Breaking Training (1977) and the Jonathan Demme-directed Handle with Care (1977) and would later be one of three credited writers on Clint Eastwood's True Crime (alternately known as Speed Zoo) (1999), Risky Business as dark teen comedy and potential Reagon-era satire stars a number of early roles by actors who'd become comedy stars of the 1980s, including as the protagonist Joel's fellow yuppie North Shore friends and entrepreneuring high school seniors in their first film appearances Curtis Armstrong (also known as Booger in the 1980s) and Bronson Pinchot (aka Balki in the 80s). It costars Rebecca De Mornay (later in the 90s known for her roles as a terrible nanny and as Milady de Winter) as the business-savvy prostitute, and has an early movie appearance by Joey Pants (known in the late-90s for taking the blue pill, Ralphie Cifaretto in the 00s, and a Bad Boy 4 life) as Guido the pimp.   Oh, and it's also the first time that actor born Thomas Mapother IV, better known later in life by his stage name Tom Cruise, stars in the leading role in a film (but not the first time he danced in his underwear or kissed a female person, if DVD commentary tracks are to be believed).  Behind the camera, you have two cinematographers: Eastwood's 70s and early-80s collaborator Bruce Surtees as well as regular Hollywood comedy lenser Reynaldo Villalobos. Pod-favorite Tangerine Dream scores. And the film scores big with first watches by host Tom and guest host Jack and with the Gen X'ers Ken and Ryan.   It's a wild ride, so mind your parking brake. In this episode Ryan explains the economic milieu behind the 80's yuppie culture to the two young hosts while drawing comparisons to American Psycho (2000); the two Zoomers discover how to shorten future episodes; and Broom Hilda's creator, whose life strangely overlaps with Ken's past and present, drops by studio.  Our podcast is The Good, The Pod, and The Ugly. We deal in human fulfillment. We grossed over eight thousand listeners in one night. An hour of your life, huh, kid?  FURTHER NOTESThomas requested we share the following Wikipedia links for those who'd like to perform additional research or to simply follow along: https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cory_Booker%27s_marathon_speechhttps://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Doctor_Detroit  https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cop_Rock  https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Star_Trek:_RenegadesTHEME SONG BY: WEIRD A.I.Email: thegoodthepodandtheugly@gmail.comFacebook: https://m.facebook.com/TGTPTUInstagram: https://instagram.com/thegoodthepodandtheugly?igshid=um92md09kjg0Bluesky: @goodpodugly.bsky.socialYouTube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC6mI2plrgJu-TB95bbJCW-gBuzzsprout: https://thegoodthepodandtheugly.buzzsprout.com/Letterboxd (follow us!): Podcast: goodpodugly

What happens when a meme coin gets rugged—and the community takes over?In this episode, Sam chats with S from Neiro, the community takeover lead, to explore the real mechanics behind meme coin takeovers, the evolution of the Neiro project, and how it became the spiritual successor to Dogecoin.From Vitalik-backed donations to exclusive IP licensing and thoughts on political meme coins like TrumpCoin and Milady, S shares what it takes to build a decentralized movement in a chaotic crypto market.They also dive into the current state of macroeconomic uncertainty, how meme coins can bridge to real-world products, and why community contributors matter more than token holders.Key Timestamps[00:00:00] Introduction: Sam introduces S from Neiro and sets the tone for a deep dive into community-led meme coins.[00:01:00] Neiro Origins: S shares how he stumbled into Neiro after a developer rugged and the community took over.[00:03:00] What Is a Community Takeover?: S explains how decentralized contributors rebuild abandoned tokens.[00:07:00] Decentralization & Purpose: Why meme coins can create meaning and a sense of belonging.[00:09:00] Charity & Vitalik's Donation: How Neiro caught Vitalik's attention and began its mission-led narrative.[00:11:00] IP Rights & Real-World Utility: S talks about exclusive Neiro licensing and monetization ideas like NFTs and pet food.[00:15:00] Meme Coins vs Political Tokens: Thoughts on TrumpCoin, Millennia, and the extractive nature of some meme trends.[00:20:00] Timing in Crypto: Why meme coin success (or failure) often depends on timing.[00:27:00] DeFi x Meme Coins: Can meme tokens integrate into lending, staking, and other financial products?[00:31:00] Dealing with Volatility: S shares mindset tips for surviving crypto market swings as a leader.[00:35:00] The Global Market Chaos: Thoughts on current macro uncertainty and political influence on the markets.[00:39:00] Final Ask: S encourages contributors to join Neiro's mission—not just as investors, but as builders.Connecthttps://x.com/neirohttps://www.neiroeth.io/https://t.me/ETHNEIROCTODisclaimerNothing mentioned in this podcast is investment advice and please do your own research. Finally, it would mean a lot if you can leave a review of this podcast on Apple Podcasts or Spotify and share this podcast with a friend.Be a guest on the podcast or contact us - https://www.web3pod.xyz/

Réécoutez Maxximum DJ's avec Milady du mardi 22avril 2025

In this episode, spurred on by a painful cliffhanger, we wrap up this brand new two-film adaptation of the Alexandre Dumas classic. So join us as we check out Martin Bourboulon's The Three Musketeers Part II: Milady from 2023. Prepare for a stunning course correction as the evils of modern day blockbuster filmmaking turns what should have been a slam dunk follow up into something both hosts walk away feeling much more mixed over in the end. But before all that, we've both been on a burst of watching a lot of tv lately. Jason dishes on the latest season of Yellowjackets and there's a new Gundam anime airing, so Dustin has to gush his initial episode one feelings. And so much more! Part of the Prescribed Films Podcast Network (www.thepfpn.com) What We've Been Watching: -Jason: Paradise (2025) & Yellowjackets S3 (2025) -Dustin: Mobile Suit Gundam GquuuuuuX (2025) & The Vampire Diaries (2009-2017) & The Count of Monte Cristo (2024) Show Notes: -The Three Musketeers: Milady Trailer -Go check out all the other fine shows on the Prescribed Films Podcast Network -Related Topic: Grindhouse Video -Related Topic: DiabolikDVD -Related Series: Severance -Related Film: Sonic the Hedgehog -Related Film: X-Men (2000) -Related Film: The Boogeyman -Related Series: Mobile Suit Gundam  -Related Series: Neon Genesis Evangelion -Related Film: Rebuild of Evangelion  -Related Series: Gurren Lagann -Related Series: FLCL -Related Series: Diebuster -Related Film: Promare -Related Film: The Butterfly Effect -Related Series: Mobile Suit Gundam: The Witch from Mercury  -Related Film: Scream -Related Film: Let the Right One In -Related Series: Buffy the Vampire Slayer -Related Film: A Nightmare on Elm Street -Related Film: The Count of Monte Cristo (2002) -Related Miniseries: The Count of Monte Cristo (1998) -Related Series: The Count of Monte Cristo: Great Revenge  -Related Novel: The Three Musketeers -Related Novel: Twenty Years After -Related Film: The Three Musketeers (1973) -Related Film: The Four Musketeers -Related Film: The Return of the Musketeers -Related Film: Disney's Cruella -Related Film: The Princess Bride -Related Film: Star Wars: The Empire Strikes Back -Related Film: Spring -Related Film: The Endless -Related Film: Resolution -Related Film: V/H/S: Viral -Related Series: Moon Knight Next Time: Synchronic (2019)

Réécoutez Maxximum DJ's avec Milady du mardi 25 mars 2025

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Welcome to The Chopping Block – where crypto insiders Haseeb Qureshi, Tom Schmidt, Tarun Chitra, and Robert Leshner chop it up about the latest in crypto. In this episode, we dive into Ethereum's growing identity crisis as frustration mounts over the Ethereum Foundation's leadership, vision, and sluggish innovation. Is Ethereum losing its edge while Solana, Base, and Tron take over? We also break down the Second Foundation drama, discuss Justin Sun's wild L2 taxation proposal, and debate whether Ethereum needs a CTO-style overhaul to stay competitive. Plus, Vitalik Buterin's unexpected embrace of the Milady NFT movement and what Gary Gensler's exit from the SEC means for the future of crypto regulation. Show highlights

Welcome to The Chopping Block – where crypto insiders Haseeb Qureshi, Tom Schmidt, Tarun Chitra, and Robert Leshner chop it up about the latest in crypto. In this episode, we dive into Ethereum's growing identity crisis as frustration mounts over the Ethereum Foundation's leadership, vision, and sluggish innovation. Is Ethereum losing its edge while Solana, Base, and Tron take over? We also break down the Second Foundation drama, discuss Justin Sun's wild L2 taxation proposal, and debate whether Ethereum needs a CTO-style overhaul to stay competitive. Plus, Vitalik Buterin's unexpected embrace of the Milady NFT movement and what Gary Gensler's exit from the SEC means for the future of crypto regulation. Show highlights

Réécoutez Maxximum DJ's avec Milady du mardi 21 janvier 2025

François Alix est alchimiste : il manie aussi bien les mots que les pensées, tout comme les métaux que l'on dit déchets. Le fer il le transforme en art, en or, avec autant de soin que de poigne... François Alix est habité. À la fois Mars et Vulcain, il relève de mystères antiques, de fables mythologiques. Artiste forgeron, poète, sculpteur, François est engagé pour la liberté. An-ART-chiste, toujours en bordure, il est le créateur de Magic Hortus, un jardin de fleurs d'acier, de poissons en métal et de danseuses de rouille, qui ensemble rivalisent de couleurs et de légèreté. Son histoire est fabuleuse, mérite d'être écoutée. Elle a fait escale au Telegraphe, ou plutôt y a pris résidence, sous la forme de mille et dix corolles lumineuses. Milady fleurs pour Rona Hartner, notre reine des pivoines roumaines, qui l'an dernier s'est envolée. Un hommage, une installation, une célébration, et une invitation à plonger dans les yeux d'un bâtisseur de rêves éveillés. ----- Une interview réalisée par Florent Lamiaux.

V pražském kině Světozor se od zítřka do soboty uskuteční třetí ročník mimořádné přehlídky klasických filmů KVIFF Classics. Pořadatelé slibují výjimečnou podívanou, která letos reflektuje stá výročí narození tří filmových velikánů – herců Paula Newmana a Petera Sellerse, a taky režiséra Roberta Altmana. KVIFF Classics zahájí snímek Věry Chytilové Kalamita, jehož restaurovaná verze vznikla díky finanční podpoře manželů Milady a Eduarda Kučerových.Všechny díly podcastu Mozaika můžete pohodlně poslouchat v mobilní aplikaci mujRozhlas pro Android a iOS nebo na webu mujRozhlas.cz.

V pražském kině Světozor se od zítřka do soboty uskuteční třetí ročník mimořádné přehlídky klasických filmů KVIFF Classics. Pořadatelé slibují výjimečnou podívanou, která letos reflektuje stá výročí narození tří filmových velikánů – herců Paula Newmana a Petera Sellerse, a taky režiséra Roberta Altmana. KVIFF Classics zahájí snímek Věry Chytilové Kalamita, jehož restaurovaná verze vznikla díky finanční podpoře manželů Milady a Eduarda Kučerových.

Charlotte, creator of Milady NFTs, discusses building a counter-cultural art movement, embracing controversy, fostering community through derivatives, and aiming for "thousand-year dynasty" influence across tech, politics, and culture while rejecting traditional VC-backed NFT models. Follow our guest on Twitter: @CharlotteFang77 00:00 Start 01:01 Who is Charlotte Fang? 01:29 Inspiration for Milady ? 04:39 Art style 10:24 Path to success? 17:43 Community engagement 21:37 Milady Cancel? 25:10 Milady 911 27:08 VC backed NFTs 35:07 Memecoins 37:17 Crypropunks 44:08 Derivatives 51:04 Future of NFTs 57:15 Fidenza 1:02:22 Ordinals 1:05:28 Base 1:08:54 Grand vision

It's one of the most well-known, canonical Scotch cocktails, but is it actually good? Here to discuss and teach everything you need to know about the Blood and Sand is Izzy Tulloch, head bartender at New York's Milady's. Listen on (or read below) to learn Izzy's Blood and Sand recipe — and don't forget to like, review, and subscribe! Izzy Tulloch's Blood and Sand Recipe Ingredients - ¾ ounce very fresh orange juice - ¼ ounce Carpano Antica sweet vermouth - ¼ ounce Punt e Mes - ¾ ounce Cherry Heering - 1 ounce Monkey Shoulder Blended Scotch - Garnish: lemon twist (express and discard) Directions 1. Add all ingredients to a cocktail shaker with ice. 2. Shake vigorously and double-strain into a chilled sour glass. 3. Express and discard a lemon twist to garnish.

In episode #37 of Wage Cucking With Jmo, we're joined by two legendary figures in the crypto space: Halloween 2008 (Graeme), co-founder of BITCOIN, and YOJIMBO_KING (Jimbo), co-founder of Milady Maker. We dive deep into their journeys into crypto, from buying Bitcoin in the early days to the evolution of meme coins and the crypto community. Discover how to build a thriving crypto community, explore the history of Milady, and get insights into the current memecoin cycle. We also tackle big questions like the best path to generational wealth and how to stay relevant in a constantly changing landscape. From PvP in crypto and famous personalities like Martin Shkreli, to breaking down Solana vs Ethereum, and how the next big project could be spotted, this episode is packed with insights, stories, and crypto culture.

If you think you understand the industry, watch this and find out! Tune in as Gordon Miller gives context to tech, culture, social media, and beyond, which dispel and reveals a perspective you don't want to miss!Follow/subscribe to be the first to know when new episodes are released. Like what you hear? Leave us a review!Key Takeaways

The Union   Mike, a down-to-earth construction worker, is thrust into the world of super spies and secret agents when his high school sweetheart, Roxanne, recruits him on a high-stakes US intelligence mission (Netflix).   The Three Musketeers: Milady   Constance Bonacieux is kidnapped before D'Artagnan's very eyes. In a frantic quest to save her, the young musketeer, aided by Athos, Porthos and Aramis, is forced to join forces with the mysterious Milady de Winter.  LISTEN ABOVE See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Subscriber-only episode*Commercial-free Version*The BanterThe Guys chat about acquiring local, seasonal produce which can be harvested from an urban rooftop.The ConversationThe Restaurant Guys welcome their old friend and iconic bartender Julie Reiner to discuss her illustrious career as a pioneer of the craft cocktail movement. She shares about the challenges of her involvement as a judge on  Netflix's Drink Masters and what's next in the cocktail world. The Inside TrackThe Guys and Julie were students of Dale DeGroff's cocktail revolution. The Guys have enjoyed Julie's company and refreshments at her bars since the aughts. “Thank you so much for having me on. This has been a lot of fun. I always love talking to you guys,” Julie Reiner on The Restaurant Guys Podcast 2024BioA cutting-edge mixologist and club owner, Julie Reiner opened Flatiron Lounge, Clover Club, and Milady's among others. She was a judge on Netflix's Drink Masters and runs a bar training and consulting company. She was named “Mixologist of the Year” from Wine Enthusiast and accepted several honors including a "Lifetime Achievement Award" from Tales of the Cocktail Foundation. InfoMilady's https://www.miladysnyc.com/Clover Clubhttps://www.cloverclubny.com/Pathfinder Hemp NAhttps://www.stageleftwineshop.com/wines/The-Pathfinder-The-Pathfinder-Non-Alcoholic-Hemp-Spirit-w4281311u1Julie's websitehttps://juliereiner.com/Julie on Instagram@mixtressnycOur SponsorsThe Heldrich Hotel & Conference Centerhttps://www.theheldrich.com/Magyar Bankhttps://www.magbank.com/Withum Accountinghttps://www.withum.com/Our PlacesStage Left Steakhttps://www.stageleft.com/Catherine Lombardi Restauranthttps://www.catherinelombardi.com/Stage Left Wineshophttps://www.stageleftwineshop.com/Reach out to The Restaurant GuysNo commercials...except for this oneTo hear more about food, wine and the finer things in life:https://www.instagram.com/restaurantguyspodcast/https://www.facebook.com/restaurantguyshttps://www.restaurantguyspodcast.com/

Subscriber-only episode*Commercial-free Version*The BanterThe Guys talk about a New York Times article by Michael Pollan which illuminates the challenges of defining food terms and agribusiness as a whole and where we go from here. Then, they reach for a cocktail. The ConversationThe Restaurant Guys chat with renowned mixologist Julie Reiner about her experience in the New York City cocktail scene from Pegu Club to Flat Iron Lounge and to her new bar, which she is about to open in Brooklyn, Clover Club. She asserts that great ingredients, skill and patience are necessary to create the high-level drinks she serves at her establishments. Listen to what has changed and what has stayed the same in the years since. The Inside TrackThe Guys and Julie were mentored by Dale DeGroff and all preach the gospel of classic cocktails with fine ingredients. They Guys frequently visited Julie at Pegu Club and her own Flat Iron Lounge. “Cocktails are hip and cool and, and everybody likes something sophisticated in a glass,” Julie Reiner on The Restaurant Guys Podcast 2008BioA cutting-edge mixologist and club owner, Julie Reiner opened Flatiron Lounge, Clover Club, and Milady's among others. She was a judge on Netflix's Drink Masters and runs a bar training and consulting company. She was named “Mixologist of the Year” from Wine Enthusiast and accepted several honors from Tales of the Cocktail. InfoClover Clubhttps://www.cloverclubny.com/NYT Article by Michael Pollan https://www.nytimes.com/2008/10/12/magazine/12policy-t.htmlJulie on Instagram@mixtressnycOur SponsorsThe Heldrich Hotel & Conference Centerhttps://www.theheldrich.com/Magyar Bankhttps://www.magbank.com/Withum Accountinghttps://www.withum.com/Our PlacesStage Left Steakhttps://www.stageleft.com/Catherine Lombardi Restauranthttps://www.catherinelombardi.com/Stage Left Wineshophttps://www.stageleftwineshop.com/Reach out to The Restaurant GuysNo commercials...except for this oneTo hear more about food, wine and the finer things in life:https://www.instagram.com/restaurantguyspodcast/https://www.facebook.com/restaurantguyshttps://www.restaurantguyspodcast.com/

Don's bargain with a seductive vampire. By BradentonLarry - Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Lady Primrose The long, wood-paneled ballroom was largely what Don would have expected. There were a pair of tables near the entrance heavily laden with bowls and platters of fruit, as well as a fountain jetting clear, cold water surrounded by crystal glasses. There were doors at intervals down the length of the two side walls that seemed to open into the gardens, and illuminating the entire room were three very large candle chandeliers sparkling with golden light. In what seemed to be entirely appropriate décor, any would-be empty wall space of any considerable size was hung with high quality paintings. However, the paintings all had a decidedly erotic bent, as if someone had decided to redo the illustrations from the Kama Sutra in the style of the Dutch and English masters of the 18th and 19th centuries. There were some portraits too, but they were all showing much more skin than normal. The life-sized painting of a reclining pale young man with a rather generous erection was not exactly what one expected to see in a respectable Victorian mansion. Or, at least, not displayed prominently in the grand ballroom. The guests who had been admitted through the main doors, along with Don, gathered about the tables for some fruit and water, and then gradually began to disperse along the length of the ballroom, where they mingled with a number of people who seem to have been admitted to the room earlier, or who had come in through the garden. While Don, Jerome, Bian, Rodney, and Marilyn, seemed fairly representative of the former crowd of guests and of Erosians in general, the latter set seemed quite different. Each of these others moved with an unusually feline grace and unmistakable confidence. To paraphrase an astute (though fictional) observer of human nature, they walked as if the place belonged to them. They were all of them exceptionally good looking and possessed of an undeniable sex appeal, even for Eros. Don wasn't really surprised to note that these attendees were a bit paler than the other guests. Music began to play. It was unobtrusive instrumental music, ideal for slow dancing, but modern enough that no one felt compelled to waltz or anything like that. Don watched as the paler partiers moved among the others, smiling and batting their eyes, selecting, and engaging. Most led their chosen partners toward the open end of the ballroom where they danced together, but some slipped off through the open doors into the garden. Don felt a cool hand slip into his and turned to see the lovely Cessily next to him. She was now wearing a dark red evening gown with a plunging neckline that showed off most of her pale breasts to very nice advantage. Her blue eyes twinkled up at him and her lips, now crimson to match her gown, were smiling in a rather inviting way. “Good evening,” Cessily purred. “‘Don,' wasn't it?” “It was, and still is,” Don nodded, unable to resist smiling back at the charming woman. “Would you like to dance, Don?” she smiled. “Is dancing all you have in mind, my dear?” he managed. “Oh, well, there's always more than dancing on my mind,” she laughed. “In that at least we're kindred spirits,” admitted Don. “If you enjoy our dance, perhaps we could retire to someplace a bit more private…” “Something a bit more shadowy, say?” She smiled again, “If you like, though I don't mind an audience.” “Once more, we have that in common.” “I could tell I liked you right from the start, Don.” “You seem to have excellent taste, fair Cessily.” She leaned in closer, so Don could feel her lips very lightly brushing his neck, as she said, “I would love to see if your taste is so fine.” Don swallowed hard, and then managed to say, “I must say I find the thought very tempting, but…” She placed her hand on his chest and looked up into his eyes with another of her fetching smiles and said, “Would you like Lucien to join us?” Laughing a little, Don said, “No, that's quite alright. It's just that I'm afraid I really must save myself for Lady Primrose.” “Oh,” she actually pouted a bit. “However, if she has no use for me…” Cessily rolled her eyes a bit, “No, she'll just eat you up, the greedy bitch.” Don was a bit taken aback, and a bit put off by her phrasing, despite his pre-existing suspicions. “Oh, don't mind me, sweet thing,” Cessily laughed. “I just had my heart set on you for the night.” “That is very flattering! In other circumstances…” She leaned in and rose up on her toes a bit to kiss him on the cheek, then said, “If you get tired of waiting for her ladyship, don't hesitate to come find me.” Then, flashing him a bright smile and a quick wink, Cessily slipped off to find another quarry. “I've never seen anyone turn Cessily down before,” said a familiar voice from over Don's shoulder. Don turned to see Lucien regarding him with a slight, diffident smile. “It wasn't easy,” Don admitted, “but I think it's best if I wait until I get the chance to talk to Lady Primrose.” “Interesting,” shrugged Lucien. “She generally likes to make a late entrance. Normally I'd wish you luck resisting the charms of the other women, and men, here, but if you can say ‘no' to Cessily, I suspect you don't need any help in that regard.” Don laughed, “Again, it wasn't easy.” Lucien nodded and left Don to fend off the advances of several other extremely attractive women who seemed quite eager to slip off to a darkened corner with him. Two of them actually suggested they share him. “Do you mean, I can enjoy you both?” “Oh, yes, of course,” said the redhead, as her raven-haired companion licked her lips while admiring Don's neck. Don smiled and proffered his now customary response. The two women didn't seem to mind too much, and Don soon saw them dancing with a very cheerful Rodney, as nearby Marilyn seemed to swoon in the embrace of a tall, dark stranger. When the two women led Rodney off into the garden, Don thought he should follow. He doubted that anyone was in serious danger here, but he wanted to confirm his suspicions and perhaps see something erotic along the way. Before he could make it to the garden though, he found himself drawn up short as a gorgeous woman slipped up next to him and took his arm. “I understand you have been waiting for me, sir,” she said in a low, sensuous voice steeped in a cultured English accent. She was only a little shorter than Don, wearing a black dress that clung lovingly to her body, accentuating her curves and emphasizing her generous breasts with impressive décolletage. Her skin was fair in the way the aristocracy used to find a necessary part of beauty. She had thick chestnut hair pulled back and then falling over her bare shoulders, dark red lips smiling at Don, and emerald green eyes dancing with candlelight and echoing the little glints of her earrings. She was, to put it entirely too simply, staggeringly beautiful. “Lady Primrose, I presume?” “Indeed,” she nodded. “I'm very pleased to meet you,” Don took her hand and raised it briefly to his lips. He said, “My name is Don and I am at your service.” She smiled a bit coolly and said, “Well, we shall see about that, Don. Are you enjoying the party?” “I am,” Don nodded. “I've been enjoying the artwork, and the company is quite interesting, though now I see that it was all but a light appetizer.” She cocked her eyebrow at him and gave him half a smile, and then said, “I should 'make the rounds,' so to speak; would you be so kind as to accompany me?” Don bowed a bit, “Of course, milady.” Patting his hand with her cool fingers, she said, “You may call me Clarissa, Don.” Arm-in-arm they moved through the guests still in the ballroom. The guests who had come in with Don seemed largely entranced by their paler companions, but those last all smiled and greeted Lady Clarissa Primrose as she passed. As they started toward the gardens, she again addressed Don directly, saying, “You have questions.” “I usually do, yes,” Don smiled. “Curiosity is a nearly insatiable thirst, isn't it?” “Quite.” “Indulge yourself, Don; drink deep,” she smiled as she watched his face. “Lucien called Cessily his sister, but that isn't literally true, is it?” “Of all the questions you must have, that's the first?” she chuckled. Don shrugged, “It's the one I'm most likely to forget and regret not asking.” “There are several ways to be siblings,” she said. “They share the same mother, but not a womb. They share not genes but blood.” “And you are their mother, I take it?” “One of them, yes.” “So, 'Lady' is a bit of an understatement.” “What would you have me called?” “Queen seems more appropriate,” Don decided. “You flatter me, Don,” she laughed. “At least this is more interesting than the usual sort. One grows a bit tired of the usual compliments.” They had already passed a couple on a shadowy bench. The woman was straddling the man's lap and had her head buried in the crook of his neck. In another corner, a woman leaned back against a wall as a dark-haired man who might have been Lucien had his mouth fixed on her exposed breast. When they came to Rodney, who seemed to be getting a rather extreme hickey from the redhead and an enthusiastic blowjob from the darker woman, Don asked, “Are they in danger?” “Only if they want to be,” Clarissa smiled. “Does that happen often?” “More often than one might expect, but not what I would call 'often.'” “And how does one become … your child? That doesn't sound right,” Don frowned. “Perhaps it's best not to strain that metaphor,” she patted his hand again and turned him back to the house. “One has to drink in turn.” “Yes, of course,” Don nodded. “Is that why you wanted to see me, Don?” He smiled at her, “No, I'm here on other business.” “Interesting,” she mused as they came back into the ballroom. “You saved yourself for me, and I see that you understand what that would mean, at least normally, but you don't seem to have come for the usual reason at all, though I sense that you find the thought appealing. This would make sense if you were here to join my family.” She had led him through the ballroom and back to the entry hall, and they were now climbing the stairs. “Moreover, there's something different about you, Don.” She raised his wrist and inhaled deeply. “You have … layers – complexity.” She pressed her lips to his wrist and let her tongue play lightly over his flesh. He thought for a moment that he could feel her teeth against his skin. For a moment he thought she would bite him, and he wanted her to. “Uh, yes, there is a depth of flavor to you, Don. It's quite unusual.” She looked up at him without raising her mouth from his wrist. She smiled, “Will you give me a taste?” Don suddenly realized that they had climbed all the way to the top floor and had come into a large candle-lit bedroom with a large canopy bed in the center of it. It reminded him of the bedroom Toshia and he had found themselves in so long ago. It also struck him as a much darker, more sinister reflection of the Lady's bedroom in that distant Manor. With a tremendous effort of will, Don remembered that he had a mission to accomplish. “Perhaps,” he finally managed, as he moved his hand to cup Lady Clarissa Primrose's chin in his hand and draw her to him. He leaned in a bit, kissing her full lips lightly. Don just meant to put her off for a moment with that kiss, but she wasn't having any light kisses. She slipped her arms around him, one slipping up so that she could hold the back of his head, and kissed him passionately, hungrily. Her lips were cool, but her enthusiasm was heat enough. Her tongue slipped into his mouth insistently, as Don's hands moved up over her back until his fingers found the little zipper handle between her lower shoulder blades. When he'd opened the back of her gown, she stepped back a little and shimmied out of her black sheath. She gave Don a moment to admire her beautiful alabaster body, before she stepped to him again, raising her cool fingers to caress his face. “We could share the sweetest of ecstasies, Don,” she purred as her fingers dexterously unbuttoned his shirt in what seemed both slow motion and extremely quickly. She leaned in to kiss the side of his neck as his jacket and then his shirt fell to the floor. He felt the tip of her tongue brushing his skin. She pulled back and looked him in the eye with a confident smile on her dark lips, and said, “You have some power in this world, I can taste it on your flesh, but you've never known the power I can share with you, if you'll but give me a taste of yourself. You aren't afraid, I can tell. You want to give me what I want.” Letting his hands move over her body, caressing her curves, lingering over her perfect, full breasts, Don smiled and repeated, “Perhaps.” Somehow, she had undone his belt and opened his slacks. She was up against him again now with her hand in his pants, squeezing and pulling on his cock in a grip that was exquisitely tight, but still on the side of pain that counts as pleasure. Her nose was brushing against his, and he could feel her breath on his lips as she said, “You want to be inside me, Don. You can't deny it. You could have given yourself to Cessily or any of the others, but you saved yourself for me. Surrender yourself to me, Don.” Don forced himself to tear his hands away from touching her long enough to push his pants down, and then kicked his shoes and pants to the side. He licked his lips, swallowed, and said, again, “Perhaps.” Her eyes, so close to his now, narrowed and she growled a bit. Letting go of his sex, she placed her hand flat on his chest and shoved him backward, throwing him easily back on the silken coverings of the bed. Before Don could do more than land on his back splayed out helplessly, she was on top of him, crouched over him and looking down into his face. There was a fire in her eyes and for the first time, it was clear her canines were longer and sharper than normal. She smiled again, but now with a hint of malice, and said, “It's pointless to resist. You know you will give me what I desire.” Don couldn't resist touching her, and his hands moved up over her again, now reveling in the feeling of her tense muscles. He felt her hand between them, taking hold of his extremely hard prick and getting it into position. He felt his glans slipping into her smooth, moist sheath and was surprised at how intensely warm it was. He wanted to push up into her, but she resisted. She chuckled low in her throat. “Why fight it, Don? You know I can just take what I want.” Don smiled again, but this time broadly as if he were himself again, and said, “Perhaps.” Calling upon everything he had learned about Eros and using the strength he had found so helpful in his fight with the Sisterhood, Don abruptly pushed up and over, flipping Lady Primrose over onto her back underneath him. Startled, she snarled and snapped up at him with her deadly teeth, but Don's hand was on her lovely throat and he pushed her back into the bed. “Now, now,” he smiled. “We could fight, and maybe you'd take what you want by force, but where's the fun in that?” She managed a cold smile and said, “It sounds like it would be a great deal of fun, actually.” It was Don's turn to chuckle, and he again recalled that day with the Sisterhood, and haughty Daphne. He smiled and said, “Maybe we can try that next time. I was thinking this time we could come to a more mutually pleasurable solution.” To emphasize his point, he pushed himself deeper into her, quietly amazed at how wonderfully warm her pussy was. It felt like she was both opening to the pressure he was exerting and pulling him in. Her muscles squeezed and drew on him in a wonderfully unusual way, as if her pussy had preternatural abilities. He felt her hands squeezing his ass and pulling him in to her and her long legs wrapping around his. Don worked himself in and out of her a few times, eliciting a smile and a happy groan from her, and then said, “What I have in mind is a trade.” “Oh?” she was looking back up at him calmly, as if she were completely disinterested, though her body was flexing and grinding back against him rather enthusiastically. Don realized some of that enthusiasm was being exhibited by those exceptionally talented muscles of her vagina. Don was intent on fucking her now, but managed to remember his mission and said, “I will give you what you want, though not all of it, of course, but in exchange for something.” “Something more than what you're enjoying now?” she smiled. Don couldn't resist and lowered his face to hers to kiss her again. In the heat of passion, he didn't care that one of her fangs cut his lower lip, giving her the briefest taste of what she craved. When he pulled away again, he said, “If you can restrain yourself, I'm sure we can both enjoy this quite thoroughly.” She rocked her pelvis beneath him, smiled, and said, “You might be right about that.” Don paused a moment, both to enjoy the feeling of being inside this gorgeous, sexy creature, and to reconsider his plan, but then forged ahead with, “I'll let you drink, but I want something in exchange…” “Yes?” “Your earrings.” She laughed then, and said, “Is that all?” “Well, they do look expensive, and…” “Done!” she smiled. “Now shut up and fuck me, Don.” Don was all too happy to do so, bending his back and shoving up into her vigorously as her arms and legs wrapped around him, holding his body tight against her. He was fucking her hard and fast, using short, fast strokes when he felt her mouth on his neck. Her hand held the back of his head in place and then he felt her fangs sink into him. It hurt, but not as much as he had expected, and what followed was a strange kind of bliss. As she hungrily sucked on his blood, Don felt a deep connection with her that transcended the sexual union that was already so very intense. While she drank from him, their bodies became one organism, joined in one glorious pumping, flowing, orgasmic circuit. Then she was coming, her body suffused with his blood and squeezing and pulling at his sex, and Don gave her his cum as well, filling her with a gushing flood. As they ground together… Don shoving up into her, his arms pulling her down on his spasming cock, his legs shoving against the bed to push himself as deep as he could into her… Clarissa pulling him into herself, strong arms and legs wrapped around his muscular body, her pussy squeezing and sucking on his hard, thick sex… they rolled over together on the bed so that she was on top of him, shuddering and groaning with exquisite pleasure. Though to him it felt as if she had consumed a great deal of his blood, she held back so that he could give her more before the night was through. After their long, extremely intense orgasm finally faded away, Clarissa pushed back and up, straddling him and smiling down at him with her lips dark with his blood and thin dark red rivulets running down her chin and splattering a bit on the tops of her perfect breasts. Don smiled and hoped she would honor their agreement. If she didn't though, he couldn't help but think it was quite a way to go! Then she was moving on him, grinding herself against his body, riding his still very hard cock. Her hands moved up over her body to her full tits and squeezed them, smearing some of Don's blood over her fair skin. Don ran his own hands over her strong thighs up to her narrow waist. Then he was reaching up to help her squeeze those luscious breasts, getting some of that blood on his fingers. She bent down a bit and Don's hands reached her throat and then her face, and then she was licking and sucking the blood off his fingers. Without for a moment resisting the urge to move her pussy and clit against him, she leaned down to kiss him passionately. She hadn't put her fangs away – if she could even do that – so Don's tongue and lips felt those sharp teeth brushing against them in the heat of passion. There was also the taste of his own blood, which was somehow sweeter than the coppery taste he expected. Then she was climaxing again, moaning into Don's mouth as her body trembled and her pussy again milked at his cock in that weird and wonderful way. Later, after a long session of vigorous fucking, Don was sitting up on the bed and Clarissa was on his lap, his cock still inside her and her arms and legs wrapped around him. They had been moving against each other for some time since her last orgasm. She looked deeply into his eyes, and asked, “Why do you want my earrings?” Don told her, but as briefly as possible. “Ah,” she smiled. “I take it that means you would not like to join my little family.” He smiled and said, “I am very flattered, milady, but I must continue my quest.” She nodded, “Of course.” “That's not to say that I'm not very tempted, though,” Don added. “Would you mind if I came back to visit you, if I can?” She smiled and kissed him again. Don felt her pussy working its magic again, pulling him closer and closer to another orgasm. Clarissa rode up and down on him a bit more vigorously, and she said, “Please, feel free to visit any time. Now, give yourself to me one last time tonight.” As she drew him into ecstasy, she worked her body against him, bringing herself to her own shuddering climax. When Don's body responded in kind, pumping a fountain of hot cum up into her, she again dropped her mouth to his neck, and he felt the sharp pain of her fangs piercing his flesh. His hot blood filled her mouth as his seed filled her pussy and womb. Don felt as if she was swallowing him up whole as his life force flooded into her. She let him fall slowly back onto the bed, and he saw her over him, a disheveled and bloody creature of chaos and death, and thought it was one of the sexiest images he had ever seen. Then everything went black. When he woke, Don found himself in the bedroom where he and Gretchen had had so much fun the day before. He sat up and looked around a bit unsteadily, just as none other than Gretchen came into the room bearing a silver platter with a pitcher of water and some fruit. “Good afternoon, sir,” she smiled. She set the platter on a table by the bed and set about propping Don up with some pillows. “You should drink lots of water, and eat something, sir.” Then she disappeared into the bathroom to run a bath. When Don was reaching for his second apple, he noticed an envelope with his name on it. Inside were a pair of emerald earrings and a note that said, “Thank you for a wonderful evening. Please come again soon. – C.” Don was smiling as he finally got out of bed and made his way to the bathroom. He caught his reflection in a mirror on the way. He was a bloody mess, literally, but it looked like the wounds on his neck were already healing. After his bath, which was a bit restrained compared to their time together the day before, Don pushed a cheerfully cooperative Gretchen back on the bed so he could lick her to a few squealing and shaking orgasms. Then, back in his khaki's and polo with the envelope and earrings in his pocket, Don went downstairs, collected his staff and headed out for Shagbottom. “Damn, Don,” Toshia breathed. “That was crazy!” “Yeah,” he chuckled, “it really was intense.” “But she could have killed you.” He shrugged, “I mean, maybe, but everyone seemed so polite and well-mannered. Cessily and the others just took 'no' for an answer. I had the distinct impression Clarissa could be trusted to not get carried away.” Toshia shook her head disapprovingly. “Plus, like I said to Evelyn, I was getting the impression I wasn't really in any serious danger.” “Why is that, though?” “I'm getting to that,” he chuckled. “Fine, but how did you find your way back to the Hall of the Whatever King?” “Oh, that was the easy part,” Don laughed. “As soon as I left Heolfor House, I abruptly found myself in the courtyard with all the naughty statues. I just had to go in, strip down, shower, take the earrings and my staff, and ride the sofa back up again. I handed over the earrings and got my next mission. Easy peasy.” Dear readers, this chapter features quite a few references to people, events, and places in the Lost in Eros series. If you've read that,  perhaps you'll enjoy these callbacks. If you haven't, please consider this an invitation to read this story from the beginning. In any case, you'll enjoy this story either way. Chapter 8. The Tribal Queen, the New Sheriff, & Storytime “The next mission was a bit more straightforward, though there was a bit of a twist along the way,” Don smiled. “Oh?” Toshia prompted. “It turns out there's this whole area that's set aside for people who are into less civilized things.” “I can understand that,” she nodded. “Some of these are organized into rather male dominated tribes that engage in all kinds of war games and treat their women mostly as commodities. I get the impression the women must be into that whole thing. It had a rather cave-man sound to it when it was explained to me.” “Yeah, there are women who like that whole 'throw me over your shoulder and take me to your cave' idea,” Toshia said. “It's not my thing, obviously, but yeah.” “There are at least a couple of female-led tribes – kind of like Amazons.” Toshia added, “Or like the Sisters.” “Yeah, I guess so,” Don nodded. Task Three: “Anyway, my next mission was to win a tribal chieftain's queen. It wasn't the queen of the tribe, but the chieftain's queen. Apparently, she didn't have any tribal authority, but as queen she was the boss of the other women of the tribe, and she couldn't be traded away.” “Traded away?” “For, like, horses or other women,” shrugged Don. “I had to win the queen of the Grey Wolves. The watcher's council teleported me to the area, which they called 'the Wilds.' I found a village on the edge of the tribal area, got some more appropriate clothing – moccasins and a loin cloth…” “I'd like to see that,” Toshia grinned. “Maybe later,” Don laughed. “Over a couple of weeks, I was able to find out more about the tribal 'culture.' Apparently, there were just two ways I could 'win' a tribal queen: defeat the chieftain in one-on-one combat or sneak into the tribe's camp and spirit her away. I also found out that the chieftain of the Grey Wolves was a massive guy with a serious reputation as a badass warrior.” “So, stealth-time?” “Stealth-time,” Don nodded.Don Becomes the Sheriff of the Resort Center. By BradentonLarry - Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Don moved through the forest as quietly as he could. He was devoting all his attention to creeping stealthily toward the Grey Wolves' camp. For the hundredth time that night he wished he had Shelonda's skills in the woods. He was trying to bend Eros to his will, as he had done in the Manor and against the Sisters, but he was definitely out of his element here. All his time playing stealth characters in videogames hardly prepared him for actually moving quietly through a forest at night.He hoped that the Grey Wolves had grown complacent in their long period of being the strongest tribe in the Wilds. The villagers Don had befriended had assured him that no one would be crazy enough to try to sneak into the Grey Wolves' camp. Hearing that had actually cemented his plan to try the sneaky approach. Now, as he approached the camp, he could see the many tents and the darkly glowing pits where their fires had burned low. The chieftain, who he had been told was called Omar War Eagle, was supposed to have the biggest tent, and his queen would have the much smaller tent between his and the wooden lodge, next to which was the large tent shared by the other women of the chieftain. From the low rise outside the camp, Don thought he could make out the tent he wanted. His whole plan depended on War Eagle spending the night with one of his other women, and Don thought he could see a light glowing through the fabric of the queen's tent. Don crept slowly through the camp, suddenly grateful that there didn't seem to be any dogs in Eros. He stopped next to the backside of what he thought must be the right tent and listened. Somewhere in the camp there were at least three couples having sex, but most of the tribe seemed to have gone to sleep. Shifting his staff over to his left hand, Don drew the sharp knife he'd procured in the village and quickly cut a long slit in the tent. In another moment, he had slipped inside. Sure enough, there was only one person in this tent, and it was clearly a woman. Don could see a very feminine hip and the full swell of a beautiful bare breast in the reddish glow of the little fire that kept the tent warm. Don crept slowly toward the woman on her bed of furs, as he admired her sleeping form. He resisted the urge to run his hands over her legs while he decided how exactly he should manage the next part of this caper. He moved in closer to try to get a better look at the queen. Her long dark hair obscured her face, but he could tell she was beautiful. He thought the usual thing to do in a situation like this was to clamp his hand over her mouth when he woke her, to keep her from crying out, but Don wanted to make sure he did it swiftly and gently. Hurting this woman was completely out of the question, as far as Don was concerned. It was bad enough that he was about to frighten her. When his hand slipped over her mouth, though, her eyes opened and regarded him calmly. She made no effort to struggle or even start away. Don suddenly realized there was something very familiar about this woman. When Don raised a finger to his lips in what he hoped was a universal-enough sign to be quiet, she nodded as if she understood him, and Don drew his hand back. “Hello again,” she smiled. “It was Don, wasn't it?” Her accent and the way she pronounced his name, as ‘Dohn,' immediately refreshed his memory. “India?” he asked in utter surprise. “It is good to see you again, Don,” she smiled, “but what are you doing here? It is very dangerous for you here.” “I'm here to ‘win' you – to steal you away,” he explained. “Oh, that's sweet,” she smiled. “But wait, how did you know where to find me?” “I was sent by the watchers council, on a quest to earn one of those rings.” “One of these?” she laughed and held up her left hand, showing the black ring Don remembered. “Exactly,” he smiled. “I was looking for you after that one night in the Jungle Room, and here they've sent me to you.” “I am sure it was not an accident,” she smiled at him. She brushed her long black hair out of her eyes. Finding her lips irresistible, Don leaned in to give her a kiss, but she stopped him with her fingers on his mouth. “I am the queen, Don. You cannot just do what you want with me.” “Unless I steal you away, right,” Don nodded. “Yes. There are rules,” she smiled warmly. “Ah, very good,” Don rose a bit and offered her his hand. “We can slip out through the back of the tent.” “Oh, Don, that is not how we play this game,” she chuckled. Then she was yelling, “Help! Help! Someone has come into my tent! Help!” Toshia laughed a bit and then gaped at Don, before she said, “What the hell, Don?” “That was pretty much my reaction, too,” he chuckled. “You'd be amazed how quickly a bunch of naked guys woke up and swarmed to protect their chief's queen. They dragged me out and brought me right up to the chieftain himself, Omar War Eagle. He was huge, Toshia. Huge! He was at least a foot taller than me and built like, well, like Sven from the Maidenhead, but on steroids. He didn't look at all happy to be woken up or that I'd tried to make off with his most prized possession.” “How did you manage to get out of that?” Toshia asked. “Well, I did the only thing I could,” Don shrugged. “I challenged him to a fight for her.” “I have to admit, that's a bit anti-climactic,” Don said to himself. Omar War Eagle lay stretched out the ground in front of him, knocked out by a single strike from Don's staff. Rather than wait until morning, Omar had laughingly demanded the duel commence immediately. He apparently thought the skinny little intruder would be so little trouble that he could finish him off and get back to bed in short order. He called for a heavy cudgel to correspond, barely, to the twig he saw Don carrying. The rest of the tribe gathered around, and Don had a moment to notice that they bore very little resemblance to one another, as one might have expected from a more traditional tribe or clan. When Omar moved in, a bit recklessly, and swung that big cudgel in an admittedly brutally fast arc aimed at Don's head, it felt to Don as if the large man was almost moving in slow motion. It was hardly even an effort for him to duck under the swing, extend his leg out to the side as he crouched low, slipping to Omar's momentarily unexposed right side. Springing up on Omar's flank, Don leapt into the air and brought his staff down on the big man's shaved head with a loud crack. As Omar dropped the cudgel and fell to his knees, Don was glad to see that he hadn't caved in the man's skull. Before Omar had finished falling forward face down in the dirt, his tribe was gaping at Don and each other in shock and confusion. Then, Don caught India's eye and saw that she was shaking her head and trying to suppress a smile. He smiled at her, held out his hand, and said, “Milady…?” With her by his side, Don began to make his way through the crowd of Grey Wolves, when someone thought to ask, “Shouldn't one of us challenge him?” Don turned sharply in the direction of the questioner and said quite loudly, with an imperious gleam in his eyes, “Look, I don't want any trouble with the rest of you. I got what I came for. Maybe you all need to think about some changes around here, but do you really want to mess with me right now?” This seemed to be both confusing and threatening enough to distract the tribe from Don and India's exit. Now that he wasn't trying to be sneaky, Don could make better time, just keeping his eye on the ground to avoid tripping in the darkness. India now seemed fine with following along. Once they were well into the forest, she let herself laugh and say, “I think that was 'cheating,' Don.” He chuckled and said, “I don't see how. I'm pretty sure anybody can move that fast if they really want to, at least here in Eros.” “And your weapon?” “Well, that is special, but I don't think that was important this time.” “Don, wait,” she said, tugging on his arm. He drew up short and turned to her. She slipped into his arms and gave him a kiss, and then said, “You did your tarefa, your assignment; but before they take you away, let us have some time alone.” “Okay,” Don smiled and leaned down to kiss her again. Then he realized he was in a very different place. There was a jungle on his right, and a moonlit beach on his left. Behind India was a good-sized bungalow, and there was a campfire burning brightly on the beach. “Whoa!” Don breathed. “How did you do that?” “Is one of my special powers,” she winked at him. Then she was leading him out toward the water, saying over her brown shoulder, “This is my special place, my 'hideaway.' They won't bother us here.” “Is this something you can do with your ring?” “Yes,” she smiled, “and you will be able to build things like this too.” Then she dove into the water, leaving Don on the beach to kick off his moccasins and take off his loin cloth, before diving in after her. Like Toshia would later, Don had many questions, but for the time being he devoted himself to enjoying the playful, sensual company of this wonderful, enchanting woman. From the warm water and surf, to a big blanket by the fire, to a large, surprisingly cooperative hammock, they made love until they found themselves spent – drowsy in each other's arms as the sky began to lighten. “I looked for you at the Jungle Room,” Don said, his lips brushing the top of her head. “Jaden said you had been redecorating. Is that something you do with the ring too?” “Uh hum,” she murmured, “the Jungle is my place.” “How is all of this possible?” She chuckled a little, kissed his chest, and said, “I can't tell you, but you will see.” “I would like to see you again,” Don admitted. “You will be able to,” she said as she caressed his belly. “And you will be able to come back here, but you should always ask, first.” “Of course!” Don smiled. “How will I ask, though?” “Shhh, Don, let's sleep for a little while.” “You're into her too!” Toshia laughed. “How did I not notice that before?” “I'm sure I have no idea what you're talking about,” Don shook his head. “How many women are you in love with, Don?” “Jealous?” “Ha! No! I know you love me,” she grinned. “How does Sage…I mean, Evelyn, feel about this kind of thing, though?” “She seems to share your attitude, actually, though she is a bit more possessive. It's kind of a strange dynamic, actually. You could call my relationship with her my primary, if you want to use the polyamory lingo, I guess. Anyway, it's an exaggeration to say I'm in love with India. It's more like kind of passing infatuation. Other than being into sex, I don't even know if we have anything in common.” Toshia regarded him with a cocked eyebrow, then said, “Okay, if you say so. Now, if I ask you about those things you asked India, you're just going to say, 'I'm getting to that,' aren't you?” “Yeah, I'm afraid so,” Don nodded. “Sure enough, right after she took us back to the forest, I found myself teleported back to that crazy courtyard of the Crimson Mountain King. After the usual bathing ritual and taking the time to look around a bit for Evelyn, Nicole, and Stephanie, just in case, I was back in the office to get my next assignment.” “You're doing quite well so far, Don,” Pamela said from the other end of the table. “Three down and four to go.” “Thank you,” Don smiled. Knowing that he was almost halfway to being done definitely put him in a better mood about jumping through these hoops. Task Four: “What's next?” “Something different in a familiar setting, I think,” Pamela said with a smile. “We want you to take over the role of sheriff in the Resort.” “Okay, but what about the current sheriff?” “The position is currently vacant, I'm afraid.” “Okay, well, it seems like an easy enough job, I can take it on until someone else comes along.” “You misunderstand,” Pamela said with a smile of a different sort. “You're to take over the role of sheriff in the Resort for a year.” “A year?” Don gaped down the table at the council. “Moreover, you are not to have any sex for that year.” “Wait, what?” “Be the sheriff for one year without having sex,” Pamela repeated. “A year, fine, but… wait, what counts as sex?” “You're clearly familiar with the concept, Don.” “Yes, but what's the exact thing I'm supposed to be avoiding?” With the slightest expression of exasperation, Pamela looked to the witnesses to either side, but if they gave her any feedback Don couldn't see or hear it. Finally, she looked back at him and said, “No physical contact with another person for the purposes of sexual titillation or gratification either for yourself or the other person, or persons.” “So, masturbation…” “Yes, that's fine,” she cut him off a bit impatiently, “but you should be careful not to try to test the boundaries of our rules. We will not tell you if you have failed the task until the end of a year.” “So, I probably shouldn't try touching someone with a sex toy, I take it,” Don frowned. “Do I have to keep track of the time?” “No,” Pamela said. “Stay in the Resort, and we will let you know when your term of service is done.” “Okay,” Don shrugged. “Any other conditions to be met?” “No, that's it.” “Okay, I guess I'm ready, then.” Then, Don found himself standing in the sheriff's office in the Resort. He was wearing boots, jeans, a light white shirt and a denim vest with a star on it. His trusty staff was still in his hand. With a deep sigh of resignation, Don began his year as Sheriff. “A year?! That's crazy,” Toshia shook her head. “Plus, no sex, damn!” Don laughed, “Oh, I agree completely.” “What does the sheriff even do, really?” “Not an awful lot, it turns out,” Don smiled. “I mostly wandered around making sure people didn't 'disturb the peace'—you know, running around playing tag when people are trying to fuck, that kind of thing. Apparently, maturity and consideration aren't required for getting into Eros. Our crashing into the pool on our flying carpet definitely counted as disturbing the peace, by the way. Sometimes people get confused and lost, and it was nice to help them out. Of course, they often wanted to 'thank me' for my troubles, but I was a rock and politely declined.” “It must have been very hard,” Toshia winked and gave him a little nudge. Laughing, Don said, “Well, I've gone longer than that without sex out here, but the XYZ certainly made things … difficult.” “A year in the Resort… all that hot sex going on and you couldn't have any, damn!” “Well, I could, and did, masturbate – a lot – but it was supposed to be a challenge, so… I did amuse myself by wearing increasingly outlandish outfits from the Wardrobery, which was fun. And there were occasional breaks in the monotony. One of the things all of us agreed to before going for these rings was to check in with the sheriff any time we passed through the Resort. So, I was in a good spot for finding out how the others were doing. And, as it turned out, it was only about a week and a half into it when Evelyn turned up.” “Oh, that's good! How was she doing?” “She was doing well and had some stories to tell.” “Well, what do we have here?” said the familiar voice from the doorway. Don jolted upright in his chair behind the desk, where he had just been dozing a bit in preparation for his mid-afternoon nap. Then, when he saw the woman framed in the entrance to his jail, Don bolted to his feet, circled his desk quickly, and wrapped her in his arms. Then they were kissing passionately, in an embrace that lasted several minutes. Only when their lips finally parted did he say, “Sage… I mean, Evelyn! It's so good to see you!” “Right back at ya, stud!” she grinned. “Shouldn't you be in Gotham City?” Don stepped back to show off the Batman costume he had found in the Wardrobery, then tapped the sheriff's star on his chest, and said, “It seemed appropriate to the job.” “No mask, or … cowl, right?” “They had one but, it was seriously uncomfortable, and nobody was getting the joke anyway,” he shrugged. “Come on in and have a seat! Where have you been? How are things going?” She laughed, “That's what you want to do first?” “Ah, well, you see, 'want' isn't the right word here,” Don frowned as he sat on the edge of his desk. He quickly outlined the details of his current task. “Oh wow!” Evelyn said. “That really sucks. Which one of your seven is this, then?” “Four,” he said as he watched her move into the room. She was wearing a green tank top that fit her snuggly, a brown skirt, and a pair of hiking boots – in short, the same outfit she'd been wearing when they had gone together to the Crimson Mountain weeks ago. She propped her staff against the wall before she took her seat. Don was deeply distracted by her bare legs as she crossed them. “Ah, so we each have things to tell each other about,” she smiled. “You go first.” Don related his story about Shagbottom and Lady Primrose, which Evelyn pronounced, “Extremely hot!” While he was telling the story of his quest to 'win' India, Evelyn asked a number of questions about India, ultimately concluding, “She sounds like fun. I want to meet her!” “We can go look for her at the Jungle Room,” Don smiled, “but it's your turn.” “I don't know, lover,” she smirked. “Your stories have got me a bit hot and bothered…” “Well, I can't help you with that,” Don said wryly. “We could go find you someone to play with…” “What if I kill two birds with one stone?” she smiled as she uncrossed her legs and hiked her skirt up a bit. She ran her hands over her thighs, smiled over at the lust-filled expression on Don's face, and then began, “Well, my first assignment was right here in fact. I had to spend a week 'wearing the red' in the Temple of Venus and Aphrodite.” “Ah yes, we did that our first day here at the Resort, but just for one shift.” Don laughed a bit, “You definitely weren't the captain there; that must have been a challenge for you.” “I think that was the idea,” she chuckled. “Those 'watchers' do seem to know a lot about us, don't they?” “Yeah they do,” he nodded. “We had to do six hours. How long was your day?” “Ten hours, with three breaks in there, for refreshment and rest. That left me time each night to explore the Resort a bit before sleeping.” She was idly toying with her lips, pulling and stroking on them. Don forced himself to look up at Evelyn's eyes and asked, “Where did you sleep?” “Here and there,” she shrugged. “There's no shortage of beds and comfy loungers here, and nobody messes with you when you're asleep.” “They better not!” Don grinned. “The sheriff won't stand for that kind of nonsense.” “Good man,” she smiled. “Any particular things stand out from that week?” “Well, it took me a while to get used to just letting anyone who wanted to paw me and boss me around. By the way, women are just as bad as men about that. My butt seems to be some kind of grope magnet.” “It is particularly tempting, I must admit,” Don smiled. “'Sure you don't want to start your year over?” she winked. With a frown, Don shook his head and said, “It doesn't work like that. They'll just tell me at the end of a year if I pass or fail.” “Boo!” she said with an exaggerated pout. “Well, after I got used to the situation it got pretty easy to just go with the flow.” “Any favorite jobs?” “Well, one woman wanted a gangbang and they needed a fluffer.” “That's a bit surprising, to be honest, I mean here in Eros,” Don mused. “I thought so too, but there I was, giving head to like 30 guys.” “Damn! I'd like to have seen that!” Don adjusted the rising bulge in his Batman trunks. “It was hot,” she nodded as she slipped one of her fingers up between her lips. “On the other hand, having all those hard cocks to play with but no cum for me was a bit frustrating, and, after a while my jaw started to hurt.” Don frowned in sympathy. “Oh, one day they asked me if I could dance. 'Turns out there's a little club in there. “Yeah, the Temple's a bit more Vegas than Aphrodisia's.” “You're really such a nerd, aren't you?” She laughed. “Anyway, they wanted some novitiates to dance on tables and the bar. That was fun. At first it seemed like it was just going to be a chance to enjoy some music and dance, which was a nice break, but yeah, things got a bit… heated.” Evelyn had her own little stage about two meters across where she danced barefoot and naked to the very sexy pulsing music. For this assignment, she and the other dancers weren't wearing their usual red tunics, but had long red ribbons tied around their wrists, biceps and waists. The table on which she was dancing glowed white under her feet, and there were red and blue spotlights above focused on her. There were four of these tables, each with a dancer, two of them men and two women. At either end of the bar was another dancer, again one man and one woman. With the lighting as it was, it was a bit hard to see people who weren't dancing or over at the fairly well-lit bar. Evelyn could make out the people right at her feet, but the other 'patrons' of the club were just indistinct shapes in the shadows. At first, Evelyn was content to sway to the music, letting her body move along to the beat as if she were dancing just for herself. It had been a long time since she'd danced at all, and she'd forgotten how much she enjoyed it. Of course, the fact that she was naked in a spotlight, with XYZ coursing through her veins, made her very conscious that she was putting on a show, whether she was trying or not. Soon, her hands were moving over her body as she danced, gliding over her hips, cupping her breasts, caressing her neck and her face. Now and then her fingertips reached down to brush lightly over her lower lips, which were getting increasingly dewy. To be continued. By BradentonLarry for Literotica

The Banter The Guys chat about acquiring local, seasonal produce which can be harvested from an urban rooftop. The Conversation The Restaurant Guys welcome their old friend and iconic bartender Julie Reiner to discuss her illustrious career as a pioneer of the craft cocktail movement. She shares about the challenges of her involvement as a judge on  Netflix's Drink Masters and what's next in the cocktail world.  The Inside Track The Guys and Julie were students of Dale DeGroff's cocktail revolution. The Guys have enjoyed Julie's company and refreshments at her bars since the aughts.  “Thank you so much for having me on. This has been a lot of fun. I always love talking to you guys,” Julie Reiner on The Restaurant Guys Podcast 2024 Bio A cutting-edge mixologist and club owner, Julie Reiner opened Flatiron Lounge, Clover Club, and Milady's among others. She was a judge on Netflix's Drink Masters and runs a bar training and consulting company. She was named “Mixologist of the Year” from Wine Enthusiast and accepted several honors including a "Lifetime Achievement Award" from Tales of the Cocktail Foundation.  Info Milady's  https://www.miladysnyc.com/ Clover Club https://www.cloverclubny.com/ Pathfinder Hemp NA https://www.stageleftwineshop.com/wines/The-Pathfinder-The-Pathfinder-Non-Alcoholic-Hemp-Spirit-w4281311u1 Julie's website https://juliereiner.com/ Julie on Instagram @mixtressnyc Our Sponsors: The Heldrich Hotel & Conference Center https://www.theheldrich.com/ Magyar Bank https://www.magbank.com/ Withum Accounting https://www.withum.com/ Our Places: Stage Left Steak https://www.stageleft.com/ Catherine Lombardi https://www.catherinelombardi.com/Stage Left Wine Shop https://www.stageleftwineshop.com/

This is a Library Selection from 2008 The Banter The Guys talk about a New York Times article by Michael Pollan which illuminates challenges of defining food terms and agribusiness as a whole and where we go from here. Then they reach for a cocktail.  The Conversation The Restaurant Guys chat with renowned mixologist Julie Reiner about her experience in the New York City cocktail scene from Pegu Club to Flat Iron Lounge and to her new bar, which she is about to open in Brooklyn, Clover Club. She asserts that great ingredients, skill and patience are necessary to create the high-level drinks she serves at her establishments. Listen to what has changed and what has stayed the same in the years since.  The Inside Track The Guys and Julie were mentored by Dale DeGroff and all preach the gospel of classic cocktails with fine ingredients. They Guys frequently visited Julie at Pegu Club and her own Flat Iron Lounge.  “Cocktails are hip and cool and, and everybody likes something sophisticated in a glass,” Julie Reiner on The Restaurant Guys Podcast 2008 Bio A cutting-edge mixologist and club owner, Julie Reiner opened Flatiron Lounge, Clover Club, and Milady's among others. She was a judge on Netflix's Drink Masters and runs a bar training and consulting company. She was named “Mixologist of the Year” from Wine Enthusiast and accepted several honors from Tales of the Cocktail.  Info Clover Club https://www.cloverclubny.com/ NYT Article by Michael Pollan https://www.nytimes.com/2008/10/12/magazine/12policy-t.html Julie on Instagram@mixtressnyc Our Sponsors: The Heldrich Hotel & Conference Center https://www.theheldrich.com/ Magyar Bank https://www.magbank.com/ Withum Accounting https://www.withum.com/ Our Places: Stage Left Steak https://www.stageleft.com/ Catherine Lombardi https://www.catherinelombardi.com/Stage Left Wine Shop https://www.stageleftwineshop.com/

REDIFF - De son vivant mais surtout depuis sa mort en 1642, Richelieu, le principal ministre du roi Louis XIII est qualifié d'homme froid, machiavélique, cruel et vaniteux, profitant de la faiblesse du souverain pour manigancer. Cette légende noire doit beaucoup bien sûr au roman Les Trois Mousquetaires d' Alexandre Dumas dans lequel Richelieu, ses sbires et sa protégée, la belle et vénéneuse Milady de Winter, font tout pour empêcher d'Artagnan et les trois mousquetaires de sauver l'honneur de la reine de France Anne d'Autriche. Mais Richelieu est également un amoureux des arts et des lettres. Le premier journal publié en France, L'Académie Française, c'est encore Richelieu. Cet été, dans "Entrez dans l'Histoire", Lorànt Deutsch nous fait voyager dans le temps et trace avec sa façon inimitable, le portrait d'une grande figure de l'Histoire.

Julie Reiner, partner of New York's Clover Club, Leyenda, and Milady's, makes a reappearance on Cocktail College to explore one of her all-time favorite drinks, the Queen's Park Swizzle. In this discussion on the "grown-up Mojito," we dive deep into a broad range of topics ranging from swizzling as a technique to the modern state of mixology. Listen on, or read below, to learn Julie's Queen's Park Swizzle recipe — and don't forget to like, review, and subscribe! Julie Reiner's Queen's Park Swizzle Recipe Ingredients 10 mint leaves ½ ounce Demerara syrup (2:1) ¾ ounce lime juice 2 ounces aged rum 4 dashes Angostura bitters Garnish: mint bouquet Directions Add mint to a chilled Hurricane glass and top with liquid ingredients. Swizzle with a swizzle stick while slowly adding pellet ice to chill and dilute, keeping mint at bottom of glass. Once fully chilled, top with more pellet ice. Garnish with mint bouquet.

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REDIFF - De son vivant mais surtout depuis sa mort en 1642, Richelieu, le principal ministre du roi Louis XIII est qualifié d'homme froid, machiavélique, cruel et vaniteux, profitant de la faiblesse du souverain pour manigancer. Cette légende noire doit beaucoup bien sûr au roman Les Trois Mousquetaires d' Alexandre Dumas dans lequel Richelieu, ses sbires et sa protégée, la belle et vénéneuse Milady de Winter, font tout pour empêcher d'Artagnan et les trois mousquetaires de sauver l'honneur de la reine de France Anne d'Autriche. Mais Richelieu est également un amoureux des arts et des lettres. Le premier journal publié en France, L'Académie Française, c'est encore Richelieu. Chaque semaine dans "Entrez dans l'Histoire", Lorànt Deutsch nous fait voyager dans le temps et trace avec sa façon inimitable, le portrait d'une grande figure de l'Histoire.

The guys review the French-language swashbuckling sequel The Three Musketeers: Milady, then discuss the Python-esque 1973 adaptation of the classic Alexandre Dumas adventure novel. Watch this episode: https://youtu.be/HvkuzyWxULw Follow Cinereelists: Facebook – Twitter – Instagram – TikTok Follow James: Letterboxd – Twitter Follow Zach: Letterboxd – Twitter Follow Kyle: Letterboxd Support the show on Patreon. Subscribe: iTunes / RSS Have a film suggestion you think we've never seen and want us to discuss on the show? Send your pick to heyguys@cinereelists.com and one of us WILL watch it and discuss it on a future next show… or send a comment,...

durée : 00:57:17 - Affaires culturelles - par : Arnaud Laporte - En 5 films et 5 succès au box-office, le réalisateur Martin Bourboulon s'est imposé comme le défenseur d'un cinéma français ambitieux et populaire. Nous le recevons à l'occasion de la sortie en DVD de "Milady", le second volet de son diptyque "Les Trois Mousquetaires", deux films sortis en 2023. - invités : Martin Bourboulon Réalisateur

Eight movie reviews this week from Erik Childress and Steve Prokopy include both surprises and disappointments. Steve checks out a new crime film with Scoot McNairy and Kit Harington (Blood for Dust) and Erik goes to space briefly with the new IMAX short (Deep Sky). There are some lovely films to find including the latest and possibly last from Ken Loach (The Old Oak) and a tale of childhood set amidst the former Cabrini Green housing project in Chicago (We Grown Now). A pair of part twos are out there but who made out better, Steve (The Three Musketeers – Part 2: Milady) or Erik (Rebel Moon – Part Two: The Scargiver). Finally, Guy Ritchie releases his third film in 13 months (The Ministry of Ungentlemanly Warfare) and the Radio Silence duo goes back to mayhem in gothic houses with the vampire tale (Abigail). 0:00 - Intro 1:46 - Blood for Dust 8:51 - Deep Sky 15:09 – The Three Musketeers - Part 2: Milady 20:23 - We Grown Now 28:40 – The Old Oak 36:02 - Rebel Moon - Part Two: The Scargiver 48:08 – The Ministry of Ungentlemanly Warfare 58:49 - Abigail 1:12:02 - Outro

3:23 Abigail (Radio Silence)17:43 The Ministry of Ungentlemanly Warfare (Guy Ritchie)28:18 The Three Musketeers - Part II: Milady35:43 Rebel Moon - Part Two: The Scargiver (Zack Snyder)44:49 Sasquatch Sunset52:39 Blood for Dust58:58 Stress Positions On this week's  'Roger (Ebert) & Me,'  an imitation 'Siskel & Ebert' movie review show,  film critics Brett Arnold of The New Flesh & Mark Dujsik of markreviewsmovies.com take on seven (7) new release movies out in theaters and streaming the week of Friday April 12th 2024 (04/12/2024). Check out markreviewsmovies.com  for several more movies reviewed by Mark. Brett's a slacker! For more on ABIGAIL, check out The New Flesh,  Brett's horror show, out on Monday. Thank you to Banshee Beat for the incredible original theme song.  Alien Ant Farm's music video for 'Movies' closes the show.  And thanks to Mary Houlihan for the killer hand-drawn artwork. "Roger (Ebert) & Me" is a celebration of the late, great Roger Ebert, aiming to keep his unique spirit of film criticism alive by reviewing new movies in the easily digestible format that he pioneered. In other words, it's a movie review podcast. A podcast for regular moviegoers and people who like to keep up with new release movies. Every Friday, join Brett and veteran film critic Mark Dujsik as they review all the movies set for theatrical or streaming release that day and let you know if they're worth your time and money.

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Today's slow drag is with “The Difference,” from “The Boy Named If,” released in 2023. The songwriting is credited to Elvis Costello. . . . Show Notes: Appreciation written, produced, and narrated by Remedy Robinson, MA/MFA Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/slow_drag_remedy/ Bluesky Social: https://bsky.app/profile/slowdragwithremedy.com Email: slowdragwithremedy@gmail.com   “Elvis Costello Wiki Resource, Podcasts” https://www.elviscostello.info/wiki/index.php?title=Podcasts Transcription: https://slowdragwithremedy.weebly.com Podcast music by https://www.fesliyanstudios.com Rate this Podcast: https://ratethispodcast.com/slowdrag Slow Drag with Remedy on Amazon Music: https://music.amazon.com/podcasts/1f521a34-2ed9-4bd4-a936-1ad107969046/slow-drag-with-remedy-an-elvis-costello-appreciation   References:   Elvis Costello Wiki Resource, “The Difference” https://www.elviscostello.info/wiki/index.php?title=The_Difference   “The Difference” https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_tvg-OfP1LA   Octameter: https://poemanalysis.com/poetic-meter/#:~:text=Octameter%20Octameter%20refers%20to%20a,patterns%20in%20English%20language%20verse.   The difference between undertone and overtone https://www.britannica.com/dictionary/eb/qa/undertone-and-overtone   What is an appositive: https://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/appositive   Fiddlehead Reel: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TDYe6ZMs3K4   Fiddlehead: https://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/fiddlehead   The Male Gaze: https://www.verywellmind.com/what-is-the-male-gaze-5118422   Purchase “The Most Terrible Time in My Life…Ends Thursday”   Listen to the audiobook of “The Most Terrible Time in My Life…Ends Thursday” for free at: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Kq7n1pN8D1Y "The Difference" Lyrics I pulled a petal from the flower to tell just where my fortune fell About a boy beyond my caution before I lay beneath his spell And he said, "Do you know, do you know, do you, by chance, know wrong from right?" "Do you know, do you know, do you know what turns pleasure to plight? If you trust me, I know it may seem strange  I'll show you the way down into the underworld" I did just what he asked me to Lifted my skirt to show him my shoe Upon a reel of the finest fiddlehead Light as the dance around Milady's bed The steps came faster at his insistence 'Til he showed me all about the difference "It's not about the things I promised, it's not about the vow we broke If I am faithless or dishonest it's just the gaze that you provoke" And he said, "Do you know, do you know, do you, by chance, know wrong from right?" "Do you know, do you know, do you know what turns pleasure to plight? If you kiss me, at first it may seem strange I'll show you the way into another world" My father shamed me just like you Buried my name in a glass or two 'Til he came to me in his darkest house He mistook me, took me for his spouse And my cries for a woman in the distance  So, I took this knife to show him the difference 'Til he came to me in his darkest house He mistook me, took me for his spouse And my cries for the woman in the distance  So, I used this knife to show him the difference

Open Season is a web3 powered battle royale game where players battle as a Bored Ape, Milady, Remilio, CryptoPunk, Kanpai Panda, or RetroDoge. Open Season is the first release from Fractional Uprising (FU) Studios, built on the Unreal Engine and live (in alpha) on Epic Games Store now. Chris sat down with Gianni, Sacha, and Corn from the Open Season team during ETHDenver and got into why play to earn won't work, a new studio token paradigm, Open Sea being bullies, Epic Games being cool, and lessons learned from 2+ years of building. Open Season on Epic Games: https://store.epicgames.com/en-US/p/openseason-75e993 Open Season website: https://openseason.games/ Open Season on x/twitter: https://twitter.com/opunshizun Fractional Uprising Studios on x/twitter: https://twitter.com/FU_STUDIOS Open Season cofounders on xtwitter: https://twitter.com/krypticrooks https://twitter.com/5poob5 Crypto Sapiens: https://www.cryptosapiens.xyz/ https://twitter.com/CryptoSapiens_ https://warpcast.com/csm  

Join us in this much requested episode of the show as we sit down with industry legend & icon, Julie Reiner and lead bartender, Izzy Tulloch, the dynamic duo behind the iconic Milady's in New York. Discover the story behind their views on hospitality and the journey of continuing a beloved neighborhood watering hole. Tune in for insights, laughs, and a dash of the unexpected as we dive into the world of Milady's with two of the industry's most influential personalities. Get your samples of Perfect Puree:  https://perfectpuree.com/foodservice/complimentary-samples/?utm_source=bartenderatlarge&utm_medium=podcast&utm_campaign=sampling2022 ____________________________________ Join us every Monday as acclaimed bartender, Erick Castro, interviews some of the bar industry's top talents from around the world, including bartenders, distillers & authors. If you love cocktails & spirits then this award-winning podcast is just for you. SUPPORT US ON PATREON: Get early access to episodes, exclusive bonus episodes, special content and more: https://www.patreon.com/BartenderAtLarge WATCH OUR VIDEOS ON YOUTUBE: https://www.youtube.com/bartenderatlarge FOLLOW US ON INSTAGRAM: Erick Castro: www.instagram.com/HungryBartender Bartender at Large: www.instagram.com/BartenderAtLarge FOLLOW US ON TWITTER: Erick Castro: www.twitter.com/HungryBartender Bartender at Large: www.twitter.com/BartendAtLarge

Ep. 647: Junebugging in January! Book talk begins @ 21:05 Milady kills the lady, and now it's time to get revenge...dy CraftLit Bulletin Board CraftLit in Denmark and Sweden Tour (May 20-30, 2024) Get on a plane and ! Visit the childhood home of Hans Christian Andersen to enchanting landscapes that have inspired world-famous authors, we promise this Nordic adventure will be worth it

Arconada habla de Pobres criaturas, Milady y El último soldado; Ayanta de qué ver en Madrid y Encarna de colección de José Mª Castañé.

Alexandre Dumas (1802 - 1870)Translated by William Robson (1785 - 1863) D'Artagnan, son of a poor Gascon aristocrat, travels to Paris to seek his fortune. His family connections enable him to obtain a position in a Guard regiment. His provincial ingenuousness and his hot-headed sense of honor earn him three duels in as many hours. Thankfully, his preparation with the sword is sufficient to recommend himself to his Musketeer antagonists, and they – Athos, Porthos, and Aramis – become his fast friends.But fate also crosses D'Artagnan's path with some dangerous people who become his opponents: a mysterious “man from Meung” and a woman who styles herself Milady, who has formidable seduction skills and a heart that is mean and violent. Fate also inserts D'Artagnan and his Musketeer friends squarely in the middle of a love triangle of heroic proportions – between Anne of Austria (the Queen of France), George Villiers (the Duke of Buckingham, France's enemy), and the great spymaster, his Eminence the Cardinal Richelieu. Both of these gentlemen can command the armed forces of their respective countries to battle simply for the pleasure of beating the other. And the Musketeers must serve and risk life and limb at the siege of La Rochelle, a place where the Duke and the Cardinal have chosen to match wills.In this age it was common for young cavaliers to live off the gifts of rich mistresses, and the four friends are certainly, it seems, bereft otherwise, although all are respectably employed as guardsmen to the King himself. Their love connections weave a further web about them which often seems to sidetrack their duty to King and country.It takes all the efforts of the four to fend off the lethal consequences of mixing in the affairs of their betters and the slings and arrows (not to mention the musket and cannon balls!) of their outrageous fortunes. (Mark F. Smith) Genre(s): Action & Adventure Fiction Language: English Group: d'Artagnan Romances (in English translation) --- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/librivox1/support

Join us in an enlightening episode with Mikala Lewis, a Licensed Esthetician of 6 years and Owner of Arie Beauty Studio in Lubbock, Texas. From her experiences as a black student in beauty school to breaking through limitations in industry knowledge, Mikala shares the pearls of wisdom that fueled her success. She's a mother, wife, entrepreneur, podcaster… so we had to talk about how she juggles it all! We also touch on the strategies we use to automate and streamline business for successful expansion.  Get ready for a candid convo that shines a light on the beauty industry's journey towards inclusivity and business growth. Tune in for insights, laughter, and actionable tips to elevate your own esthetics game! FOLLOW Mikala Lewis: @thewaxingestheticianFOLLOW Waxing Table Podcast: @waxingtablepodcastFOLLOW Arie Beauty Studio: @ariebeautystudio VISIT my website: www.aushmarie.comEMAIL your questions/stories to waxaboutitpodcast@gmail.comLIKE Wax About It on Facebook: @waxaboutitFOLLOW Wax About It: @waxaboutitFOLLOW Ausha Marie: @aush_marie

Ep. 645: Another New Year! Book talk begins @ 10:57 We've switched from Milady the Captive to Milady the Evil Genius. Sorry Felton! CraftLit Bulletin Board CraftLit in Denmark and Sweden Tour (May 20-30, 2024) Get on a plane and ! Visit the childhood home of Hans Christian Andersen to enchanting landscapes that have inspired world-famous authors, we promise this Nordic adventure will be worth it

Ep. 644: Destashify! Book talk begins @ 2:06 It's been five days, time to get a bit serious for Milady! CraftLit Bulletin Board Color Your Classics Colorized Black and White CraftLit in Denmark and Sweden Tour (May 20-30, 2024) Get on a plane and ! Visit the childhood home of Hans Christian Andersen to enchanting landscapes that have inspired world-famous authors, we promise this Nordic adventure will be worth it

Ep. 643: Giving Mood! Book talk begins @ 5:07 Wellp...Milady's still in captivity.  (translated by Alan D. Corré) CraftLit Bulletin Board Color Your Classics Colorized Black and White CraftLit in Denmark and Sweden Tour (May 20-30, 2024) Get on a plane and ! Visit the childhood home of Hans Christian Andersen to enchanting landscapes that have inspired world-famous authors, we promise this Nordic adventure will be worth it

durée : 00:54:47 - Le masque et la plume - par : Jérôme Garcin - Faut-il aller voir "Bâtiment 5" de Ladj Ly, "Soudain seuls" de Thomas Bidegain, "La Chimère" d'Alice Rohrwacher, "Les trois mousquetaires : Milady" de Martin Bourboulon, "Wonka" de Paul King et "Winter Break" d'Alexander Payne Javier ? Découvrez le verdict du Masque et la Plume. - réalisé par : Lilian ALLEAUME

Milady and noble sirs, in this day's tale told in the hallowed halls of Lords of the Dungeon, our valiant band converseth of the imminent close of act one of Jess' Dragonlance campaign. Then, the Lords, like knights yearning for adventure, do contemplate which silver screen and television quests they'dst fain take part in, forsooth! Lastly, we embark upon a noble quest to fathom the inner workings of players' hearts, delving into the arcane art of maintaining their ardor in the midst of game sessions. Onward, dear listeners, to these chivalrous endeavors!