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All the hottest rhythmic and urban music songs from all your favorite artists!

All the hottest rhythmic and urban music songs from all your favorite artists!

All the hottest rhythmic and urban music songs from all your favorite artists!

"The Mister" Mike Agostinho @mikeagostinho is here to put a bow on the month of December and the year 2025 with a look back at Benfica's matches across the past month. Plus, my thoughts and hope going forward after we received the news of GolTV going off the air and shutting down and how that leaves #LigaPortugal with no North American and almost no Latin American broadcast partners....Check Out My Latest Video on My YouTube Channel by Clicking HereCheck Out the FINAL Episode of Tuga Tuesday by⁠Clicking HereCheck Out my Vlog I shot while watching the Benfica-Porto match at the Casa do Benfica in Newark, NJ.⁠Click Here to Watch on YouTube⁠Subscribe to Wrexham Wednesdays by Clicking Here!Follow the show on the platforms below:⁠Twitter   ⁠⁠Instagram  ⁠⁠Facebook ⁠⁠Apple Podcasts⁠  ⁠Spotify⁠    ⁠Podbean⁠⁠iHeartRadio⁠  ⁠Amazon Music/Audible⁠For more content check out  ⁠www.misterbenfica.com⁠And don't forget to give some love to the musicians who provide the theme music for this podcast! Follow Agendaz on their socials below!!!⁠Spotify ⁠⁠Apple Music⁠⁠Soundcloud⁠⁠Instagram⁠⁠Facebook⁠

This is Episode 114 of the Parking The Bus Podcast is a look at the final group stage matches for all the groups at the Africa Cup of Nations (AFCON) "the Mister" Mike Agostinho ( @mikeagostinho ) will set the stage for the upcoming exciting Knock Out Stage matches that will decide the fates of all the Nations vying to be crowned Champions of Africa, we're on the road to the final on January 18!!!Follow me on X  @mikeagostinhoFind all podcast episodes from this feed on your favorite podcast platform by Clicking Here to My Feed On Episodes.FMYou can watch select video episodes on the Network's New Channel on Rumble !https://rumble.com/c/c-5835326Make sure to subscribe.Don't forget to subscribe to my YouTube Channel as well by going to https://www.youtube.com/@mikeagostinho for more original content!Check Out the Podcast on Applehttps://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/parking-the-bus-podcast-network/id1453307380Or on Spotifyhttps://open.spotify.com/show/7n9EQeh44U2OiGCBCzOCEiAnd pretty much wherever else you listen to podcasts!!Visit www.parkingthebusmedia.com for more!!

This profound episode is not a typical "alien encounter" story. It may be the first. It is a meticulous, psychological deep dive into the lifelong journey of Nancy Tremaine—from a traumatized 12-year-old silenced in 1961 to the self-described "galactic ambassador" she is today. The narrative, drawn from her memoir and personal recordings, reveals a radical transformation forged in the crucible of institutional betrayal and unimaginable personal trauma.The core mission of the analysis is to understand the alchemy of trauma: how a devastating, isolating childhood event becomes the catalyst for a grand, purposeful life mission. It begins with Nancy's 1961 sighting in Novi, Michigan—a massive, silent craft that immobilized a police car with a beam of light and delivered a telepathic "We see you." The real trauma was cemented not by the craft, but by the enforced silence that followed. Her father, a veteran with apparent insider knowledge, validated her reality while demanding absolute secrecy—a psychological double bind that created what she calls "the root of the trauma."This personal silencing was reinforced by an immediate, coordinated military operation. The retired police chief, Lee Begole, confirmed on tape that the military's sole objective was "to silence everyone so as not to create a panic," arriving with a bias to disbelieve despite the overwhelming evidence. This institutional gaslighting, compounded by missing time and suppressed memories, led to 50 years of debilitating PTSD—a life Nancy describes as being "nothing more than scar tissue."Her healing began only in 2011 with validation, first from a UFO investigator and then through regression therapy. This process unlocked memories of non-human intelligences, hybrid offspring, and a symbiotic relationship with a Draconian reptilian being she calls "Mister." Crucially, their connection is almost entirely non-physical—a communion of consciousness and energy. The symbiosis is transactional: they study intense human emotions through her for a stated goal of genetic evolution, and in return, she receives knowledge, protection, and a cosmic purpose.The episode confronts the most difficult integrations, including severe medical trauma. After pineal gland manipulation by the entities, Nancy developed Persistent Genital Arousal Disorder (PGAD), a legitimate and agonizing condition. When she sought emergency care, the medical institution inflicted a second, profound betrayal: staff mocked her and permanently documented her crisis as a "sex marathon" in her records. This betrayal mirrored the 1961 silencing, forcing her to seek meaning beyond the physical plane.Her transformation from victim to ambassador is complete when she fully accepts her mission: not to convince, but to inform. The philosophical messages she channels are stark and challenging: "We are you"; "Empathy holds back technology. It is the vehicle that is sacrificed"; and "We are here to avert war." She was shown apocalyptic visions to internalize the stakes—humanity must shed its low-frequency emotions of hate and rage to evolve, or risk being "left behind."Nancy Tremaine's story is ultimately about the relentless pursuit of personal truth against a consensus reality designed to reject it. It forces a unsettling question: Is our physical and emotional suffering—the struggles of the "vehicle"—merely functional data on the road to becoming something more? Her journey from scar tissue to a being of "light knowledge energy" suggests that the answer, for her, is a definitive yes. The destination, as the entities told her, is simply home.Nancy Tremaine's Bookhttps://www.amazon.com/stores/author/B076MKFFT4/allbooks?ingress=0&visitId=9a137337-92f1-4454-89c8-9058abb348ba&ref_=ap_rdrGrant Cameron Websitepresidentialufo.org

Follow the show!Twitter - @loneactingnomsLetterboxd - @loneactingnomsInstagram - @theloneactingnomineesMusic Licensing:Bad Ideas - Silent Film Dark by Kevin MacLeod is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 license. https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/4.0/Source: http://incompetech.com/music/royalty-free/index.html?isrc=USUAN1100489Artist: http://incompetech.com/

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Happy New Year from the Record Store Day Podcast! As we hustle 2025 out the door, we give you one final holiday treat. Actor John C. Reilly has made a name for himself in the films of Paul Thomas Anderson, in the movie musical Chicago, and in comedy films like Step Brothers, Talladega Nights, and the cult comedy, Walk Hard: The Dewey Cox Story, a parody of rock music biopics.    But in 2025, Reilly released two physical recordings as his enigmatic stage persona, Mister Romantic; the full album, What's Not To Love? And the recent RSD Black Friday 7 inch single "Dream A Little Dream Of Me," b/w "Paper Moon"   In this delightful conversation, Reilly explains the origins of his high concept persona, and reveals that musical theatre and the spreading of joy and love are his abiding passions.    The Record Store Day Podcast is a weekly music chat show written, produced, engineered, and hosted by Paul Myers, who also composed the theme music and selected interstitial music.  Executive Producers (for Record Store Day) Michael Kurtz and Carrie Colliton. For the most up-to-date news about all things RSD, visit RecordStoreDay.com   Didn't find everything on your RSD Black Friday list? Maybe you'll still find it on RSDMRKT.com.    Please consider subscribing to our podcast wherever you get podcasts, and tell your friends, we're here every week and we love making new friends!  

Este es nuestro Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/jornadaperfecta ✅ Podcast patrocinado por Biwenger: https://biwenger.as.com Previa de la Jornada 18 en fantasy. Con Javi Rando, Koldo Sandoval y Juan Escalona repasaremos los Onces Posibles, Consejos y Lesiones para que puedas confeccionar tu mejor once fantasy en Biwenger, Comunio, Mister, LaLiga Fantasy o Futmondo, sea donde sea y juegues donde juegues. Sigue nuestras redes sociales para más contenido exclusivo: Web: https://www.jornadaperfecta.com/ Twitter: https://twitter.com/JornadaPerfecta Discord: https://discord.gg/GdXKaSd8Zn Twitch: https://www.twitch.tv/jornadaperfecta TikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@jornadaperfecta Cualquier consulta puedes trasladarla en la pestaña Comunidad de YouTube o a través del correo webjornadaperfecta@gmail.com

All the hottest rhythmic and urban music songs from all your favorite artists!

All the hottest rhythmic and urban music songs from all your favorite artists!

All the hottest rhythmic and urban music songs from all your favorite artists!

This Episode 113 of the Parking The Bus Podcast is a look at the first two match days for all the groups at the Africa Cup of Nations (AFCON) "the Mister" Mike Agostinho ( @mikeagostinho ) will set the stage for the upcoming exciting 3rd Group Stage matches that will decide the fates of all the Nations vying to be crowned Champions of Africa!!!Follow me on X  @mikeagostinhoFind all podcast episodes from this feed on your favorite podcast platform by Clicking Here to My Feed On Episodes.FMYou can watch select video episodes on the Network's New Channel on Rumble !https://rumble.com/c/c-5835326Make sure to subscribe.Don't forget to subscribe to my YouTube Channel as well by going to https://www.youtube.com/@mikeagostinho for more original content!Check Out the Podcast on Applehttps://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/parking-the-bus-podcast-network/id1453307380Or on Spotifyhttps://open.spotify.com/show/7n9EQeh44U2OiGCBCzOCEiAnd pretty much wherever else you listen to podcasts!!Visit www.parkingthebusmedia.com for more!!

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In which the Mister and Kid 1 join me in reviewing STAND BY ME (1986), from a script by Raynold Gideon and Bruce A. Evans, from a novella by Stephen King, the film is directed by Rob Reiner.  In the late summer of 1959, four young friends in the small town of Castle Rock, Oregon, set out on a weekend trek through the woods to find the body of a missing boy hit by a train.  As they follow the railroad tracks, Gordie (Wil Wheaton), Chris (River Phoenix), Teddy (Corey Feldman), and Vern (Jerry O'Connell) navigate personal struggles and the fears of growing up while trying to stay ahead of a gang of older bullies who are also hunting for the site.  The journey evolves from a simple quest for local fame into a profound exploration of friendship and the fleeting nature of childhood innocence.  The film clocks in at 1 h and 29 m, is rated R and is currently streaming on Netflix but also available to buy/rent on Prime Video.  Please note there are SPOILERS in this review.#StandByMe #StephenKing #RobReiner #RaynoldGideon #BruceAEvans #WilWheaton #Gordie #RiverPhoenix #Chris #CoreyFeldman #Teddy #JerryOConnell #Vern #KieferSutherland #Ace #CaseySiemaszko #Billy #GaryRiley #Charlie #BradleyGregg #Eyeball #ComingOfAge #DarkComedy #Drama #Quest #Adventure  @Netflix  @PrimeVideo⁩  #FridayFamilyFilmNightOpening intro music: GOAT by Wayne Jones, courtesy of YouTube Audio Library

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From Yule Detective E2: "He Knows When You're Awake" Vocals: Charles Austin Guitars: Chris George Piano: Devin Rewis Trumpet: JP Wogaman II Sax: Spencer Barrows Bass: Xan Gordon Written by Chris George, Devin Rewis, Spencer Barrows, and Ty Wood Lyrics by Ty Wood Mixed and Mastered by Devin Rewis

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All the hottest rhythmic and urban music songs from all your favorite artists!

All the hottest rhythmic and urban music songs from all your favorite artists!

All the hottest rhythmic and urban music songs from all your favorite artists!

For more than three decades, PRX and GBH's "The World" engineer Mike Wilkins has created a mixtape -- now a playlist -- of holiday music full of quirky, weird and sometimes way-out-there songs. We take a listen and learn more about this year's playlist in this special hour-long all-music episode!

Zehn Jahre lang war Daniel Kramer beim Facebook-Konzern Meta der Mann hinter den größten Instagram-Accounts Europas. Heidi Klum, Pamela Reif, MontanaBlack oder Mario Götze – sie alle vertrauten ihm, wenn Reichweite, Algorithmus und Sichtbarkeit auf dem Spiel standen. In dieser Masterclass-Folge von TOMorrow spricht Daniel Kramer zum ersten Mal offen über: - Macht und Abhängigkeit im Instagram-Business - Den Mythos Algorithmus - Das Mindset der Top 1 % und warum nachhaltiger Erfolg kein Zufall ist. Aufgenommen im Stanglwirt in Kitzbühel Klartext. Insider-Wissen. Relevanz für Creator, Unternehmer und Entscheider. Jetzt hören.

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In which the Mister joins me in reviewing GREMLINS (1984), from a script by Chris Columbus, the film is directed by Joe Dante.  When a struggling inventor (Hoyt Axton) buys a mysterious, adorable creature called a Mogwai as a Christmas gift for his son Billy (Zach Galligan), he is warned of three strict rules: keep it away from bright light, don't get it wet, and never feed it after midnight.  After the rules are inevitably broken, the creature spawns a brood of mischievous, scaly monsters that begin a violent and chaotic rampage through the idyllic town of Kingston Falls.  As the town's holiday celebrations turn into a nightmare, Billy and his girlfriend Kate (Phoebe Cates) must track down the malevolent leader, Stripe (Frank Welker), to stop the gremlins before they destroy the entire community.  The film clocks in at 1 h and 46 m, is rated PG and it's currently streaming on Disney+, Hulu, HBO Max, AMC+  and to rent/buy on Prime Video.  Please note there are SPOILERS in this review.#Gremlins #ChrisColumbus #JoeDante #HoytAxton #Randall #ZachGalligan #Billy #PhoebeCates #Kate #CoreyFeldman #Pete #FrancesLeeMcCain #Lynn #GlynnTurman #MrHanson #PollyHolliday #MrsDeagle #HowieMandel #Gizmo #FrankWelker #Stripe #DarkComedy #DarkFantasy #FolkHorror #HolidayComedy #MonsterHorror #QuirkyComedy #SupernaturalFantasy #SupernaturalHorror #Fantasy #Comedy  @DisneyPlus  @Hulu  @HboMax  @Amc+  @PrimeVideo   #FridayFamilyFilmNightOpening intro music: GOAT by Wayne Jones, courtesy of YouTube Audio Library

December 19, 2025 Today we look at the top songs debuting on the Billboard chart this week back in 1985, 1995, 2005, & 2015. Dustin, Jason, and Tyler welcome a first-time guest and Peoria music scene staple, Chris from Super 88 & Tina Sparkle. We discuss 12 songs from this week in music history, including 3 Top 10s including 1 #1. We have new songs from Eminem, Prince, Mr Mister, PSY, and more. Want to be cool like us and watch the music videos for all the songs? Then here's a convenient playlist that has them all in order of discussion.

EPISODE 650 - Jeff and Andy Crocker - Mister and Mischief - Mister and Mischief - Infinite Right AnswersWhen you're asking big questions, chasing connection, and reminded why you started making things in the first placeWe're pretty fun and we think you are too.Mister & Mischief (a.k.a. Jeff and Andy Crocker) create fun-forward interactive experiences designed to delight audiences and turn strangers into pals. Mixing games, theater, and comedy into playful, participatory events, Andy and Jeff are passionate about increasing the visibility of immersive design and audience-empowering art wherever they go.Infinite Right AnswersPart creative manifesto, part behind-the-scenes brain dump, and part choose-your-own-reflection, this zine explores the deeply human art of making stories with your audience, not just for them.Whether you're an artist, educator, producer, or general play-loving human, Infinite Right Answers is a companion for the moments when you're asking big questions, chasing connection, and need to be reminded why you started making things in the first place.Coming in October 2025.https://misterandmischief.fun/Support the show___https://livingthenextchapter.com/podcast produced by: https://truemediasolutions.ca/Coffee Refills are always appreciated, refill Dave's cup here, and thanks!https://buymeacoffee.com/truemediaca

Michigan Weather and Women: Part 3 How did we ever get here? Based on a post by CleverGenericName, in 4 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Connected. "When I was fourteen, Mr. Johnson introduced me to a friend of his, Henry White, who was a master plumber. Henry was a high-functioning alcoholic whose temper had driven away all his old apprentices and journeymen. Luckily, I was always big for my age, and Mr. Johnson assured Henry that I was seventeen, turning eighteen in the next few months, so he took me on with the promise to make me an apprentice as soon as I was old enough. By the time that Henry learned my actual age, he had come to rely on me so much that he kept me on." "But what about school? Don't you need a high school diploma to become an apprentice?" "One good thing about growing up in a small town is that most people know the score. I made it to school when I could, and Henry and I worked a lot on the weekends, while Alison watched the rest of my siblings. Most of my teachers let me through with C's and D's, even though I must have missed half of my classes. Everyone knew that I was working with Henry and that I would need my high school diploma to become an apprentice, so they just kind of let me slip through. "I had well over 6,000 hours of experience plumbing before I even turned 18 and could formally become an apprentice. By that point, Henry was a significantly less functional alcoholic, and I was doing everything for his business; all the plumbing and all of the invoicing. He just signed off on the work. If anyone had ever looked into it, he could have gotten into real trouble, but we did smaller jobs for folks who didn't have a lot of money, so no one ever noticed or cared. "Just about the last thing that Henry did before he passed was to swear out my application to become a master plumber. Then one day I showed up for work, and he had died in his sleep. He didn't own much of anything, other than his tools, and he didn't have any family that I knew of, so I just kept on working." After a few minutes spent lying together in silence, I thought that Erin might have drifted off, but she had one more question for me before she did. "When did your mom leave?" I had never told anyone that part of my story; even my brother and sisters thought that Mom had just left one day, leaving me in charge. The reality was so much worse. "By the time Lane started school, Mom had already left us. Not physically, but in all the other ways that matter. She didn't work, and she regularly brought her 'boyfriends' back to our house to trade sex for drugs. Any support she got from social services went straight into her arm or up her nose. I was working long hours by then, to pay the rent and put food on the table, so sometimes that meant that Mary or my brother would be at home with Mom when I wasn't there. I knew it was playing with fire, but there was nothing I could do about it other than pray. "Normally, when I got home, I would blow my horn as I pulled into our drive and Lane would come running out to hug me and tell me about his day. So, I knew something was wrong when I came home late one evening, turned off my truck, and he still hadn't come out. I went inside, and Mom was sitting stoned in the living room watching TV. I asked where Lane was, and she just waved toward the back of the house. Alison and Sharon were out, so Mary and Lane were home with her by themselves. I found him in the room that we shared, cowering in the corner, with little Mary guarding the door. She was only eight at the time. "After a few minutes, I got Lane to tell me what was wrong, and he showed me his arm. Earlier, he had been in the kitchen and had bumped into Mom while she was cooking something on the stove. In a burst of rage, or maybe just evil, she grabbed his arm and held it against the burner. You can still see the scar on his arm today. "That was the end of it. I asked Mary to stay with Lane in our room, I packed Mom's things into the one suitcase we owned, and I drove her to the bus station. I bought her a ticket to Grand Rapids, gave her all the cash in my wallet, and waited with her until she boarded. I told her I would call the police if she ever came back. "Before she left, she spat on me and told me she wished I had never been born." I marveled at how flat my voice sounded, but to my surprise, my cheeks felt wet. I thought I had lost the ability to cry long ago. "Can you imagine that, abandoning your own mother? I'll probably burn in hell, but it was the only way I could think of to keep my brother and sisters safe. I haven't seen her since, although she used to call a couple of times a year asking for money. I didn't feel too bad about hanging up on her when she did, though, since she was still collecting family benefits for us all. Lane barely remembers her, which is likely a blessing, so I made up the story about Mom going away for the weekend and never coming back. "Since then, I have done what was needed for us to survive. When Alison finished school, she wanted to stay home to help look after the others, but I convinced her to go to college. I said that Mom had put aside some money for her tuition, but of course, that was a lie. I have been making the payments for her, but I wanted her to have the chance to just be young, for once. To get away from all of this, at least for a while." "But what about you, Davis?" "I don't matter." "Well, you matter to me." While I was speaking, Erin had wrapped both arms around me and was now holding me tight against her body. When I finished, my body was wracked by waves of uncontrollable grief, but she held me through it all. Eventually, as I started to calm down, she gave me gentle kisses on the nape of my neck and whispered to me in a soft voice. I don't remember what she said, but I fell into a deep and dreamless sleep. The power came back on early the next morning, and Erin and I were the first people to wake up. She lay beside me with a small smile on her face. "You've had some hard times, Davis Crawford, but you have come out the other side. You're pretty amazing." I felt a sudden burst of both elation and fear as I returned her smile. "Thanks for listening and not judging me. I've never told anyone some of the things I shared with you." "It was my pleasure. Now let's get up and make some coffee." Looking out the window, the snowdrifts were over two feet high in places, but I knew they weren't going to get any lighter as the sun came out and they started to melt. "I am going to get started on the shoveling if you want to start on breakfast." Erin gave me a bemused look. "Or maybe, I am fully capable of shoveling snow, and we can get it done twice as fast by working together." A few minutes after we started, Lane came out to help. At one point, when Erin was on the other side of the yard, he started to speak. "I heard some of what you said to Erin last night. I never knew what Mom did to you, what you did to protect us. Thank you." "Ah, Bud. I never wanted you to worry. Mom wasn't well for a long time, and she made some terrible choices. But she's gone now, and you will always be safe with me." By the time we finished, we had worked ourselves into a lather, so I suggested to Wilma that she get a snow plowing service for the winter. She gave me a look that implied that somewhere there was a village searching for its idiot; and that idiot was me. "Oh, I have a service, but they take so long to come that they are useless if they bother to show up at all." Erin jumped into the conversation, looking pissed off. "It's part of my family and the McDougal's ongoing campaign to get Gran to move. I have told them how dangerous the game they are playing is, but they just don't seem to care." I thought for a minute, before walking a little ways away and making a call. When I returned, I had some good news for Wilma. "Go ahead and cancel your current service. If they aren't going to do the work, they shouldn't have a problem with not getting paid. I called an old friend of mine from school who runs a snow removal company out of Harbor Springs, who owes me a favor or nine. From now on, you will be at the top of his list." Erin and I texted just about every day between Thanksgiving and Christmas, and we talked most nights when she wasn't working. We were both insanely busy; Erin was providing pediatric coverage for two hospitals that were three hours apart, and I was working as much overtime as possible, to save up for Christmas. Some weeks, the only time we had to meet in person was Sunday afternoons at Wilma's. Mary, in turn, was flourishing under Wilma's guidance. It seemed like she was channeling her emotions into her art, and I began to see the kind and thoughtful sister reemerge that I thought I had lost forever. She wouldn't show me the painting she was working on, but Wilma said she was making good progress, and that was all I needed to know. As it got towards mid-December, our thoughts turned to Christmas. Since Wilma's family was still boycotting the holidays, we decided to have a joint celebration like at Thanksgiving. Erin was going to be working at the hospital in Petoskey on Christmas Day, but we promised to keep Wilma company and to bring her a Christmas meal that she could eat on her break. In typical fashion, she tried to convince us that she would be fine with cafeteria food, but we would hear nothing of it. When we got to Wilma's house for lunch on Christmas Day, she had stockings laid out by the fireplace with a present for each of us. Santa must have had a very healthy budget, because he brought Lane a new fishing rod, Mary a set of expensive paints and charcoals, Sharon a contribution to her college fund, and Alison a specialized nurse's bag with a personalized stethoscope. Rather than a present, my stocking came with a small envelope that contained a pair of tickets to the traveling production of "Moulin Rouge" that was playing in Grand Rapids in March. Although I was happy to get a present of any kind, Wilma must have seen my look of confusion at the choice. "I was talking to Santa, and he mentioned that Erin loves musicals. Phillip used to take her to them when she was younger. He would put on his best suit, and she would get all dolled up in a dress with some of my jewelry, and they would go out for a fancy dinner before the show and have a grand old time." I looked at her in amusement, before replying. "Well, it seems that Santa is about as subtle as a sledgehammer. But I will have to say thanks, next time I bump into him." Our present to Wilma came in three parts. First, we included her in our Christmas cookie exchange, and Mary even gave her a double portion of the chocolate chip cookies she had baked. Second, the five of us committed to helping her catch up on the yard work and house repairs that had fallen by the wayside since Phillip passed. And finally, we pledged to do everything in our power to make sure that she could stay in her house for as long as she was able. Wilma hugged and thanked each of us with tears in her eyes, then looked over at Mary. "Why don't you get your present for your brother." Mary went to the studio at the back of the house and brought back what looked like a small painting, wrapped in Christmas paper. "I wanted to make you something to say 'thank you' for everything you have done for us. And for not giving up on me." When I unwrapped the painting, I was stunned. It was very different from Phillip or Wilma's more realistic works and had vibrant streaks of paint that burst across the canvas, meeting, seemingly at random, in explosions of color. The entire piece was chaotic, except for a single corner that was shielded from the turmoil by a solid arc of paint that was the exact color of my eyes. After lunch, Mary and Sharon kept Wilma company while Alison, Lane, and I went to see Erin at the hospital. Things were pretty quiet, so she had time to sit and eat her dinner with us. While she ate, I showed her pictures from earlier in the day. She laughed at one, in particular, of Wilma with her arm around Mary while they were wearing festive paper hats from their Christmas crackers. "Thank you for taking such good care of Wilma, Davis. She would never admit it, but the holidays would have been very lonely for her this year without you. It means the world to me that you could be there for her." We chatted a bit longer before I pulled out my present for Erin. It was a small flat package which she opened slowly. Inside was a framed drawing of Wilma's house, as seen from the docks, as she looked out the picture window in her living room. "This is amazing, who made it?" "I used to draw quite a bit in school. Since Mary has been working with your Gran, I thought I might give it another try, and I particularly liked how this one turned out." "It's beautiful, Davis. Thank you." She started to blush as she glanced over at Lane, before she slid a card over to me, and whispered, "Maybe you should wait to open this until later when you're alone." Inside the card was Erin's two-part gift to me. First, an invitation to visit her in Grand Rapids, and second, a night for the two of us in a suite at a very nice hotel. New Year's Eve was even quieter than usual at our house. Erin was working in Grand Rapids and was on call that evening. I spoke with her earlier in the day, however, and wished her a Happy New Year, and we sent each other kissing emojis at midnight. The rest of us spent the night playing board games. The only real excitement came a few days earlier when Mary asked if she could invite a friend to join us. "And is this friend a boy, by chance?" As far as I knew, Mary had never had a boyfriend, so this was a new development. Mary didn't have to answer, since her blush did the talking for her. "Do we know this boy?" "It's; It's James McDougal. But he's not like his brothers. He's a good guy." I had my reservations about all of the McDougals, but I was willing to give him a chance. I had only met James that one time at his parent's house when I had gone to get Mary, and he seemed polite enough. But since he was a McDougal, he was starting with two strikes and was in danger of going down swinging. To give Mary credit, James passed the first boyfriend test before he even made it into the house. When he drove into the yard, Munchkin was the first to greet him. He wasn't growling or barking like he sometimes did, or showing his teeth, but he was plenty intimidating. James waited patiently for him to approach before carefully scratching behind his ears. After Mary came out to greet James, Munchkin decided he was alright and fell in behind them as they came inside. Just after midnight, as he was getting ready to leave, James took me aside. "I just wanted to say, sir, that I am sorry for what happened with Mary a few months back. I should never have brought her over to my house without your permission, and I should have brought her right back home once I saw that my brothers were home. I promise you, that despite my bad judgment, I would have made sure that nothing happened to her, and I won't ever make that mistake again." I had to admit that James was growing on me. Chapter 5. It wasn't long before Mary introduced James to Wilma. I had to work on a Sunday in early January, so he offered to drive her to Wilma's in my place. I could tell he was nervous, and he was wearing a nice, collared shirt with some clean jeans, under his winter jacket. By the time he brought Mary home, his shirt was soaked in sweat, and he looked a little like a young man returning from war. Later that week, I asked Wilma what she thought of him. "He seems like a nice, polite boy and he sure is besotted with our Mary. While Mary and I worked on her latest painting, he did some chores for me, including chopping and stacking the entire half cord of wood you dropped off last week. But he didn't complain, and he was still smiling at Mary when he was done, so I think he will do." Wilma's relationship with the rest of the McDougals, however, remained tense, and they made it clear to me that continuing to help her would come at a steep cost. I ran into Calum one evening at the grocery store and he made their position crystal clear. "We've got a big job coming up in Indian River that you might be interested in. Starts in a week, and it would keep you busy for the better part of the next year, solid. The job is yours if you want it." "What's this job going to cost me?" "It's yours, no strings attached. But you wouldn't have time to help old lady Anderson anymore. You know, and I know, that it's time for her to move on from that land. It's what her family wants and it's what's best for her. I am sure that doctor down in Petoskey would understand, I figure she must be tired of looking after that grandmother of hers all the time anyway. Think how much more time the two of you would have together if you were working a regular nine-to-five kind of job. "On the other hand, if you don't work with us on this project, my family is going to take it pretty hard. Hard enough that we might reach out to our friends and neighbors to let them know that you are not a team player and that they may not want to do business with you." There it was. They were threatening to ruin me if I didn't do what they wanted. I knew they couldn't cut off all of my business since there were too many people in the lower peninsula who had been screwed over by them in the past. But they could sure make things tough for me. I am really bad at taking orders, however, particularly from dickheads like Calum McDougal. Calum had a cynical smile as he walked away. He didn't value decency or loyalty, so I was sure he thought he had won me over. All he had done was harden my resolve. I felt honor-bound to reach out to my friend who was clearing Wilma's driveway, though, to let him know that he might get some heat from the McDougals. He was surprisingly poetic in his response. "Fuck those arrogant worm-drowners and the horses they rode in on." Valentine's Day was never a big deal for me. Over the years, I hadn't had time to date, and I wouldn't have had any money to do anything special if I did, so the Hallmark holiday passed me by without too much fuss or bother. I had hoped things might be different since I was with Erin, but she was on call at the hospital in Petoskey, and I was pushing hard on a large multi-unit build that was on a tight schedule, so I was working six or even seven days a week until it was done. My work hadn't completely dried up since my run-in with Calum, but it had certainly taken a hit, so I was not in a position to turn down jobs, no matter how inconvenient. My one consolation was I knew I would see Erin in a couple of weeks when I visited her in Grand Rapids for the show. I had some flowers delivered to her at the hospital anyway, to let her know that I was thinking of her. That earned me an emoji-filled text and an enthusiastic video call when she was done with her shift. As the date of the show got closer, I started to get anxious. I had never been to a live performance of anything, except the occasional high school assembly, and I worried that Erin would be disappointed in my lack of manners and refinement. Wilma noticed my growing nervousness and decided that I needed a pep talk. "Listen, Davis. Erin likes you for who you are. She doesn't need or want you to act like some slick yuppie from the big city." "I know, Wilma, but I don't even know what to wear. The nicest outfit I own is still just a collared shirt over a pair of jeans." "Hmm, I can help you with that. I still have some of Phillip's old suits and ties, let's take a look and see what might fit." Half an hour later, Wilma had picked out a heavier dark charcoal-colored suit, a lightweight linen suit suitable for warmer weather, and a dark grey suit with tight pinstripes for me to try on. She had some shirts for me, as well, from when Phillip was younger. "Phillip wore that pinstripe suit the first time that he took me to the movies. I'll never forget that night, he looked just like Cary Grant. If you bring these suits to the tailor in Indian River, he should be able to take in the jacket and hem the pants to fit you perfectly. A good tailor can make these suits look like they were cut just for you." I didn't want to seem ungrateful, but I couldn't help but wonder if I would look funny in a decades-old suit. Wilma dismissed my concerns out of hand. "Let me tell you a little secret. If you buy a cheap suit, it will quickly begin to look tacky and dated. If you invest in a quality suit, it will age gracefully and become a timeless classic." Finally, Wilma selected a half dozen ties for me to try on and spent an hour teaching me how to tie a half-Windsor knot. "Get these suits altered, grab yourself a pair of polished black leather shoes, and you'll have those snooty pricks at the theatre thinking they are underdressed. And try to have fun. Erin loves the theatre, so if the two of you continue to fall in love, you will be going with her at least a couple of times a year, so you might as well enjoy it." I stood there in shock for a moment. "Do you really think Erin is falling in love with me?" "Well, yes, I do. And it's clear as daylight that you're in love with her too. But don't overthink things. Just go to the show and have a great night together. And here, take this with you as well," Wilma said handing me a navy blue pocket square with a distinctive paisley pattern. "Most men don't bother wearing a pocket square anymore, but I think they complete the look perfectly. You should wear this one on your date with Erin." Wilma took a final look at me and then slipped a twenty-dollar bill into my pocket. "That's for you to get a haircut before the show. Your normal 'shaggy mutt lost in a forest' look is adorable but not for your big date." The day of the performance approached with both aching slowness and relentless speed. We hadn't discussed it, but I knew (or at least strongly suspected) that Erin would have some expectations about how we spent our time together after the show. Unfortunately, I had no experience when it came to women other than a single kiss with Brittany Johnson back in my sophomore year of high school. I was terrified that I would disappoint her. To make matters worse, I had the three-and-a-half-hour drive to Grand Rapids to overthink things. By the time I arrived at Erin's apartment complex, I was a bit of a mess. My nerves were somewhat allayed, however, when Erin came running out to greet me with a huge smile on her face. "You made it! How was the drive? Wow, I love the haircut! I hope you're not too tired. I can't wait for tonight. I have been telling the girls all about you, and they are dying to see if the man lives up to the legend!" I guess Erin could see the sudden swell of anxiety on my face, so she took my hand. "Don't worry, the girls will love you, Davis. Why don't you grab your bag and come inside? I thought we could get changed here and then check in to the hotel before dinner and the show." Erin's housemates were really sweet, and the three of us chatted for at least an hour while Erin got ready before I excused myself to do the same. I put on Phillip's charcoal grey suit along with the crisp white shirt that Wilma had recommended. It took me four tries to tie my navy blue tie, but even I could tell that it made the colors in my paisley pocket square pop. Despite my nerves, I was still ready before Erin, so I rejoined her housemates in the living room while I waited. They kept sneaking glances at me when they thought I wasn't looking, so much so that I thought I must have done something wrong. Rather than second-guessing myself, I decided to take the bull by the horns and ask; better to be embarrassed in front of Erin's housemates than in front of her. "It's; it's not that you did anything wrong. It's just that you look; well, amazing; like an old-time movie star or something. Erin is going to swoon when she sees you." "You really think so?" I asked, still not sure of myself. Just then, I heard Erin's voice from behind me. "I'm sorry I took so long; we should head out before we're;" Erin went silent as I turned to look at her. She was wearing a floor-length emerald-green dress, which seemed to flow around her and mold to her curves, gathering delicately at her neck while leaving her back bare. Her sandy-blonde hair was styled in an elegant updo, while a few strands floated loose, framing her face. But, as always, what captured and held my gaze were her amber eyes, which danced and sparkled as she moved. My hands began to tremble, and I didn't trust myself to speak. "Do I look alright, Davis?" I took a deep breath that sent oxygen coursing through my body, as I found my voice. "I had no idea that anyone could look as beautiful as you do right now." Apparently, she liked my response, since her face broke into a wide grin. "You look mighty handsome yourself, Mister," she said while making a small adjustment to the knot of my tie. "Is that one of Grampy's suits? It looks amazing on you, and I love the tie and the; Oh; Oh, Davis. Is that Grampy's pocket square?" I could see tears forming in her eyes. "Wilma thought you might like it; that it might remind you of Phillip and the times he took you to the theatre when you were younger. I don't have to wear it, though, if you don't like it," I said reaching up to take it out of my pocket. Erin stopped my hand with hers, however, and then lightly ran her fingertips over the colorful square. "Gran was right. It reminds me of Grampy and now it will remind me of you. Please, I want you to wear it. For me." I felt a bit self-conscious pulling up to a fancy hotel in my ratty old truck, but it didn't seem to faze Erin in the least, so I decided not to worry about it. The suite she had booked was by far the nicest room of any kind that I had ever been in, but I tried not to seem like a country rube as I looked around. "Do you like it?" Erin asked a bit nervously, as she tried to gauge my reaction. "Honestly, I thought that rooms like this were just for celebrities and movie stars, and folks like that." "Normally that's the case, I guess, but for one night; tonight; it's ours." Dinner was lovely. I kept expecting people to see past my suit and realize that I was an imposter; just a plumber from the peninsula; not the kind of man who should be spending the evening with a woman like Erin. But she seemed to be having a wonderful time, so I began to relax. My anxiety was further abated when she leaned over the table and said in a low voice. "Jesus, the women in this place can't stop checking you out. I'm kind of wishing I had brought my bear spray now to keep them away. I need to excuse myself for a minute, but I wouldn't be surprised to find one of them trying to take my place when I get back." "Erin, I would never;" "I know, Darling. And frankly, they can look all they want because I know who you're going home with tonight." After that, I looked around the room with a new eye and noticed the subtle glances in my direction, and the shy smiles and blushes. I guess Phillip really did have good taste in suits. After dinner, we walked arm-in-arm to the performance hall, which was very impressive, with its soaring ceilings and plush velvet upholstery. Our seats were in a box on the right-hand side of the hall, which gave us a commanding view of the stage. As the lights went down, Erin took my hand in eager anticipation. I don't remember much about the performance that night; I spent more time watching Erin's childlike wonder than what was happening on the stage. Erin was still holding my hand at the intermission, and I felt a warm sense of contentment wash over me. "Oh, I forgot to mention, some of the largest donors to the hospital are hosting a reception after the performance. Would it be alright if we put in an appearance before we head back to our hotel?" I agreed without hesitation; a decision I would second guess before the night was over. It was close to 10:30 by the time the performance ended, and Erin held my arm, while resting her head on my shoulder, as we made our way through the hall to the reception. We each grabbed a drink, and we drifted through the small crowd until Erin was greeted warmly by a distinguished-looking older couple. Erin introduced them to me as the hosts of the reception, Mr. and Mrs. Wendel. "Please, just call us Tom and Martha. And you two make such a lovely couple. What do you do, Davis?" "I am a plumber, Ma'am," I replied, wondering how that news would be received by this obviously well-to-do couple, but I needn't have worried. "What kind of plumbing do you do?" Tom asked with genuine interest. "Mainly residential at this point, since I just got my master's license last year. A lot of the larger builders want to see some gray hairs on the heads of their skilled tradesmen, so right now, I am just doing what I can to pay the bills." "Amen, to that brother. I remember those days well. I started out, over 30 years ago now, as a dry Waller, and I spent more years than I care to remember doing whatever jobs I could get, just to get a foot in the door. It paid off for me in the end, though. Say, I am working on a development on the south side of town and was wondering;" Before Martha could stop him, Tom launched into a long and technical question about a challenge he was having with the plumbing for his new development. When I started an equally long and technical response, Erin kissed me on the cheek and whispered that Martha and she were going to go to the bar to get another drink. A few minutes later, I was still talking with Tom when a movement at the bar caught my eye. I looked more closely and saw that Erin was speaking with a tall, arrogant-looking man who kept trying to put his hand on her lower back, while she forcefully pushed it away. "My apologies, Tom, but could you give me a minute?" Without waiting for a reply, I walked over to where Erin was standing and slipped my arm around her waist, just as the man reached for her for a third time. "Hey, now," I said, trying to defuse the situation with a bit of humor. "At least buy me a drink before you make a move on me like that." His hand recoiled like it had been scalded, and his cheeks colored in anger. I could smell the alcohol on his breath from where I was standing. "Well, if it isn't the plumber," he said in a mocking tone. He must have been eavesdropping on my conversation with Tom, and he clearly wasn't impressed. "What did you think of the show this evening? Actually, that's hardly a fair question since you've probably never been to the theatre before. So, how about something more your level? I wonder what you would think of the bathrooms in my new penthouse. I am sure you would find them very impressive. I will give you a call the next time my toilet gets clogged, and you can come and check them out." He seemed very pleased with his insults, so he continued, a condescending grin on his face. "Anyway, Dr. Anderson, as I was saying, it was charitable of you to let the help see how the rest of us live, and I am sure he is having a good time and all, but it's past time for him to bring his daddy's suit home, don't you think? Why don't you leave him to it, and you and I can go have a drink? And then; who knows? I had dealt with people like this prick for my entire life. When you grow up with one abusive parent and no money, you get used to just about everyone feeling like they are better than you. There was nothing I could do about that, but I learned to use humor as a shield to protect myself and deflect attention. But sometimes humor just wasn't enough. And when humor failed, a more direct approach was called for. "You know, if you're trying to insult me, you're going to have to work a whole lot harder than that. But I doubt that hard work is something that you're too familiar with. I have been working since I was twelve to put food on the table for my brother and sisters. I have been a plumber since I was fourteen; by the time I was fifteen, I am sure I had already spent more time ankle-deep in shit than you've spent doing honest work in your entire life. "I didn't borrow this suit from my father because I don't know who my father is; that's right, I'm a bastard. But I am a bastard by circumstance and not by choice. I was born this way, what's your excuse? And since you asked, the suit I'm wearing belonged to Erin's grandfather, and you're right, I would never be able to afford a suit like this myself. But it's an honor to wear a suit that belonged to a man who loved Erin more than anything in this world. If I am really lucky, maybe she will let me love her just as deeply one day. "I may not know that much about musicals or the theatre, but anything that brings that much joy to Erin is more than fine in my books. So, I am going to continue to have a wonderful time with Erin this evening. Why wouldn't I? I am here with the most beautiful woman in the place, or;" I swept my gaze over to Martha, who was still standing beside Erin, "tied for the most beautiful, anyway." The man's face was now distorted with anger, and he took a step towards me. I stepped forward to meet him, my eyes never leaving his. Before, I had been speaking loudly for the benefit of those around us, but now I was speaking in a controlled voice, pitched for his ears alone. "You can say what you want about me, you prick. I have no respect for arrogant shitheels like you, so I just don't care. But before you ever think about putting your hands on Erin again, without her consent, you would do well to remember the Pipe Wrench Incident. "When I was fourteen, two of the men my mother was having sex with, in exchange for drugs, decided that my sister Alison should join in their fun. She was just nine years old. Luckily, I was home at the time, but I was just a kid, and they were fully grown men. When it was over, they were in the hospital, and I was cleaning my pipe wrench with some WD-40 and a rag." I looked him up and down once, dismissively. "Remember that story the next time you're tempted to touch someone I love." I turned to Tom who had come over to stand with Martha. "I'm sorry I interrupted your lovely event, and please don't hold my bad manners against Erin. I don't want to cause any more trouble, so maybe we should be on our way." Tom held up his hand indicating that we should stay. "Dr. Allen, you're drunk and making an ass of yourself. Please see yourself out. On your way home, please consider what you would like me to say at the next Board meeting regarding your behavior tonight." As a chastened Dr. Allen left the reception, Erin leaned over and whispered in my ear, "So, I'm someone you love, am I?" Before I could stammer a reply, Erin kissed my cheek and led me away to get a drink. We avoided the topic of Dr. Allen for the rest of the evening until we were on our way back to the hotel. "Did you really put two men in the hospital with a pipe wrench?" I chuckled softly before responding. "That part of the story is 100% true. What I didn't mention, though, was that they were both stoned at the time and facing the other direction. They would have killed me in a fair fight." It was close to midnight by the time we made it back to the hotel. We held each other's hands as we walked to the elevators, and Erin leaned against me as the doors closed. "Davis, how would you like this evening to end?" My heart started racing and my hands trembled. "I; I want to be with you. But, I have never;" "Are you still a virgin?" "I kissed a girl once, back in high school, but it was nothing like kissing you. I want you more than anything I have ever wanted in my life, but I don't want to disappoint you." Erin tried to stay calm as she replied. "So, you think that I am some kind of floozy who is going to compare you to all my past conquests?" "No, that's not it at all, I;" "Or do you think that I am so shallow that I will get mad at you if it takes a little while for you to learn what I like?" "No, I don't think that either;" "Okay, then. Here is what's going to happen. When we get to our room, you are going to move some of the furniture out of the way, while I put on some music. You still remember how to dance, right? And then we will take things slowly. I will let you know what makes me feel good, and you will let me know what makes you feel even better. And we will be together, and that's all that matters." And that is what happened. Erin started a playlist of songs that she liked, and we slowly danced together in our room. After the first song ended, she nuzzled into my chest as she loosened my tie and undid the first two buttons of my shirt. When the next song started, she started gently kissing and then licking my chest, causing my manhood to stiffen almost painfully. "Well, hello, my rather large friend. You need to be patient, for now. But if you're good, I may kiss you as well before the night is done." Her sensuous voice, and the image it evoked, were definitely not conducive to patience, and I let out a low moan of pleasure. "That's what I like to hear," she murmured as she untucked my shirt and continued to undo my buttons until she could run her tongue over my nipples and tweak them with her teeth. She looked up at me with sultry, half-lidded eyes. "It's okay for you to touch me as well if you want," she said, as she took one of my hands and slid it under the back of her dress and down to her silky-smooth cheeks. She slid my other hand under the front of her dress so that it cupped her tit, and she sucked in a breath as I stroked my callused thumb over her nipple. "Now some women like it when you;" I kissed her before she could finish her thought. "Erin, I don't care what some women like, the only woman I want is you." "Oh," she replied in a breathy voice. "Well, I like it when you're a bit rougher with my tits. Not right away, I need to be in the mood; like I am now;" She lost her train of thought as my hand enveloped and massaged her tit, squeezing her nipple lightly between my thumb and forefinger as I lifted it away from her body. "Mmmm, yes. Just like that, baby." I felt a wave of heat roll up the fingers on my other hand, so I slid it further down until I felt a small triangle of material, that was slick with liquid heat. I slipped my finger a little further and felt her long smooth cunt open at my touch. "Oh, Baby," Erin whispered huskily into my ear. "We are going to have so much fun tonight." It was strange going back to my regular life after my night with Erin. The time with her was so incredible, and so beyond anything I could ever have imagined, that it didn't seem real. To be continued in part 4. Based on a post by CleverGenericName, in 4 parts, for Literotica.

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All the hottest rhythmic and urban music songs from all your favorite artists!

All the hottest rhythmic and urban music songs from all your favorite artists!

All the hottest rhythmic and urban music songs from all your favorite artists!

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All the hottest rhythmic and urban music songs from all your favorite artists!

All the hottest rhythmic and urban music songs from all your favorite artists!

All the hottest rhythmic and urban music songs from all your favorite artists!

Welcome back to the Running Around Charlotte Podcast, LIVE from the Novant Health Charlotte Marathon Expo. Today I've got some of my favorite folks in the running community on the program with us: Brian Mister and Lisa Landrum.  They the folks behind the Around the Crown 10K, the Noda 5k, and now Charlotte RaceFest. They are all about celebrating Charlotte's runners, sustainability and the community partnerships … all the stuff that brings us together. If you've ever wondered if a single local race can foster community and purpose… sit tight, kids. Answers coming your way. Brian and Lisa, welcome BACK to the Running Around Charlotte Podcast!

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All the hottest rhythmic and urban music songs from all your favorite artists!

All the hottest rhythmic and urban music songs from all your favorite artists!

All the hottest rhythmic and urban music songs from all your favorite artists!