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In which the Mister joins me in reviewing FIELD OF DREAMS (1989), from W.P. Kinsella's book and writer/director Phil Alden Robinson.  An Iowa corn farmer named Ray Kinsella (Keivn Costner) hears a mysterious voice in his cornfield telling him, "If you build it, he will come."  Inspired by the message, Ray risks financial ruin to plow under his crops and build a pristine baseball diamond, which soon attracts the ghosts of the 1919 Chicago Black Sox, led by the legendary Shoeless Joe Jackson (Ray Liotta).  To understand the deeper meaning of the mysterious message, Ray undertakes a cross-country journey to find reclusive author Terence Mann (James Earl Jones) and confront his own estranged past.  The film clocks in at 1 h 47 m, is rated PG and is currently available to buy/rent on Prime Video.  Please note there are SPOILERS in this review.#FieldOfDreams #WPKinsella #PhilAldenRobinson #KevinCostner #Ray #AmyMadigan #Annie #GabyHoffman #Karin #RayLiotta #ShoelessJoeJackson #TimothyBusfield #Mark #JamesEarlJones #Terrence #BurtLancaster #Moonlight #FrankWhaley #Archie #Baseball #SupernaturalFantasy #Drama #Famiy #Fantasy #Sport  @PrimeVideo  #FridayFamilyFilmNightOpening intro music: GOAT by Wayne Jones, courtesy of YouTube Audio Library

Mister Daniele De Rossi, incassato il "buon lavoro" della tifoseria organizzata, ha ripreso ieri a lavoarre a Pegli tra nove nazionali lontani da Genova, quattro giocatori indisponibili e una ricerca continua del migliore assetto tecnico per valorizzare gli elementi in rosa. Analizziamo l'attuale situazione in casa rossoblù a nove giorni dalla gara col Cagliari. Buoncalcioatutti!

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It's a magical, moonlit edition of Cattitude! Host Michelle Fern chats with author Samantha Mattocks about her spellbinding new book, The Magic of Mister Mishkins — the latest in her whimsical middle-grade series. Meet Mister Mishkins, a ginger cat with a heart full of courage and curiosity who dreams of helping his human friend, Celene, dance with mice on the moon. With no spaceship and only a chorus of cats to help, can he make the impossible possible? Samantha shares how her real-life feline muse inspired this touching tale of friendship, healing, and believing in magic. Perfect for children, cat lovers, and anyone who still dares to dream among the stars!EPISODE NOTES: The Magic of Mister Mishkins: Cats, Courage & Moonlight DreamsBecome a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/cattitude-the-1-cat-podcast--6666768/support.

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Escucha el podcast del programa Mister Deportes a través de CDN Radio, en Santo Domingo, República Dominicana correspondiente al sábado 08-noviembre-2025.

In which the Mister and Kid 1 join me in reviewing FRANKENSTEIN (2025), from a story by Mary Shelley, the film is directed and has screenplay credits to Guillermo del Toro.  The film follows the driven and egotistical scientist Victor Frankenstein (Oscar Isaac), who, to conquer death after a childhood tragedy, assembles and brings to life a monstrous Creature (Jacob Elordi).  Victor immediately recoils in horror and abandons his creation, forcing the intelligent, but emotionally childlike Creature to wander the world and suffer humanity's cruelty.  The film then chronicles the Creature's poignant and desperate quest for love, companionship, and understanding, leading him back to his creator to demand accountability for his lonely existence.  The film clocks in at 2 h 29 m, is rated R and is currently available on Netflix but also playing in selected cities/theaters.  Please note there are SPOILERS in this review.#Frankenstein #MaryShelley #GuillermoDelToro #OscarIsaac #Victor #JacobElordi #TheCreature #MiaGoth #Claire #Elizabeth #ChristophWaltz #Harlander #FelixKammerer #William #CharlesDance #Leopold #DavidBradley #BlindMan #LarsMikkelsen #CaptainAnderson #ChristianCovery #YoungVictor #BodyHorror #DarkFantasy #MonsterHorror #PsychologicalHorror #PsychologicalDrama #Tragedy #Drama #Fantasy #Steampunk #Horror  ⁠@Netflix  #FridayFamilyFilmNightOpening intro music: GOAT by Wayne Jones, courtesy of YouTube Audio Library

In which the Mister joins me in reviewing HELLBOY (2004), from a comic by Mike Mignola, a script by Guillermo del Toro and Peter Briggs, the film is directed by Guillermo del Toro.  Hellboy introduces the world to Anung Un Rama, a demon infant rescued from Nazis by Allied forces during World War II and raised by Professor Trevor "Broom" Bruttenholm (Kevin Trainor/John Hurt) to become Hellboy (Ron Perlman), a powerful agent for the Bureau for Paranormal Research and Defense (BPRD).  Hellboy, a gruff but benevolent supernatural investigator, is tasked with stopping the resurrected Russian mystic Grigori Rasputin (Karel Roden) and the elite Nazi assassin Karl Ruprecht Kroenen (Ladislav Beran), who plot to bring about the apocalypse.  Aided by his BPRD colleagues, the pyrokinetic Liz Sherman (Selma Blair), psychic-amphibian Abe Sapien (Doug Jones, voiced by David Hyde Pierce) and Agent Myers (Rupert Evans), Hellboy must battle demonic forces while struggling with his own destiny as the harbinger of destruction.  The film clocks in at 2 h 2 m, is rated PG-13 and is currently available on HBO Max but also to buy/rent on Prime Video.  Please note there are SPOILERS in this review.#Hellboy #MikeMignola #GuillermoDelToro #PeterBriggs #RonPerlman #Hellboy #JohnHurt #KevinTrainor #ProfessorBroom #DougJones #DavidHydePierce #AbeSapien #SelmaBlair #Liz #RupertEvans #JohnMyers #JeffreyTambor #TomManning #KarelRoden #Rasputin #LadislavBeran #KarlRuprechtKroenen #BiddyHodson #Ilsa #BrianSteele #Sammael #CoreyJohnson #AgentClay #DarkFantasy #Superhero #Steampunk #Monster #Action  #Adventure #SciFi #Horror  ⁠@HBOMax  @PrimeVideo  #FridayFamilyFilmNightOpening intro music: GOAT by Wayne Jones, courtesy of YouTube Audio Library

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Robach and Holmes cover the latest news headlines and entertainment updates and give perspective on current events in their daily “Morning Run.”See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

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“You want to fail fast, and you want to fail big, because that's how you get ultimately to your objective to accomplish your mission.” – Shaun L. Murphy Today's featured bestselling author is a father, husband, speaker, educator, entrepreneur, and US Army veteran, Shaun L. Murphy. Shaun and I had a fun on a bun chat about his book, “Unbreakable Valor: Triumph Through the Soul of Resilience”, his inspiring journey from a challenging upbringing to becoming a motivational leader and college professor, and more!!Key Things You'll Learn:How Shaun made the transition from military life to civilian lifeWhat he learned from leading census operations during the pandemic and adapting under pressureHis 5 M formula for successHow to have your own Seal Team Six for generating success in your lifeHow small gestures can make a big difference for studentsHow he deals with his fear of successShaun's Site: https://mister-motivation.com/Shaun's Books: https://www.amazon.com/stores/author/B0CS1YXTDD/allbooksThe opening track is titled, “Unknown From M.E. | Sonic Adventure 2 ~ City Pop Remix” by Iridium Beats. To listen to and download the full track, click the following link. https://www.patreon.com/posts/sonic-adventure-136084016 Please support today's podcast to keep this content coming! CashApp: $DomBrightmonDonate on PayPal: @DBrightmonBuy Me a Coffee: https://www.buymeacoffee.com/dombrightmonGet Going North T-Shirts, Stickers, and More: https://www.teepublic.com/stores/dom-brightmonThe Going North Advancement Compass: https://a.co/d/bA9awotYou May Also Like…#InspirationNuke – “The Impact of Influence” with Chip Baker, Charles Woods, Chris Holmes, Darius Bradley Sr., & Jeermal Sylvester: https://www.goingnorthpodcast.com/inspirationnuke-the-impact-of-influence-with-chip-baker-charles-woods-chris-holmes-darius-bradley-sr-jeermal-sylvester/Ep. 877 – Full of Heart with J.R. Martinez (@iamjrmartinez): https://www.goingnorthpodcast.com/ep-877-full-of-heart-with-jr-martinez-iamjrmartinez/283 – “The Winning Edge” with Shawn Harper (@shawnharper075): https://www.goingnorthpodcast.com/283-the-winning-edge-with-shawn-harper-shawnharper075/Ep. 450 – “From Orphan to Self-Made Millionaire” with Andre Henry (@DreamAgain_TL): https://www.goingnorthpodcast.com/ep-450-from-orphan-to-self-made-millionaire-with-andre-henry-dreamagain_tl/Ep. 964 – From Espionage to Epic Narratives with Derrick M. Jackson: https://www.goingnorthpodcast.com/ep-964-from-espionage-to-epic-narratives-with-derrick-m-jackson/Ep. 904 – From The Bronx To The Navy And Back As A Cowboy with Dilgilio Rodriguez (@dilgilio): https://www.goingnorthpodcast.com/ep-904-from-the-bronx-to-the-navy-and-back-as-a-cowboy-with-dilgilio-rodriguez-dilgilio/141 - "Thou Shall Be Successful" with William Winfield (@Willisblessed38): https://www.goingnorthpodcast.com/141-thou-shall-be-successful-with-william-winfield-willisblessed38/#GNPYear1 Bonus Episode 2 - "Building An Economic Legacy" with Antonio T. Smith Jr. (@TheATSJr): https://www.goingnorthpodcast.com/gnpyear1-bonus-episode-2-building-an-economic-legacy-with-antonio-t-smith-jr-theatsjr/#GNPYear3 Bonus Episode 1 – “Can My Child Play” with Marty McNair (@JMFoundation_): https://www.goingnorthpodcast.com/gnpyear3-bonus-episode-1-can-my-child-play-with-marty-mcnair-jmfoundation_/28 - The Wright Thought with Luke Wright (@Lukemotivates): https://www.goingnorthpodcast.com/28-the-wright-thought-with-luke-wright-lukemotivates/Ep. 468 – “The Power Of Mindset” with Hayk Tadevosyan (@hayktadevosyan): https://www.goingnorthpodcast.com/ep-468-the-power-of-mindset-with-hayk-tadevosyan-hayktadevosyan/

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Christian College Sex Comedy: Part 24 Eve of the New Order In 30 parts, By FinalStand. Listen to the podcast at Explicit Novels.             Earned leadership is a blessing; assigned leadership is a burden   "Am I going to have to spank this little kitty to teach you a lesson?" Rio asked sweetly. Mercy vigorously shook her head in denial. "So you don't want me to do this?" Rio began energetically rubbing her fingers over the moist cunt. I was distracted from the rest of that exchange by Barbie Lynn's recovery. She climbed up my body, cheeks still full of my cum and staring at me with a mischievous hunger. At the moment I thought we were going to mimic the cum-swapping trick Ms. Lane and I had done, she went in another direction. Barbie Lynn leaned forward within inches of Vivian's face. Vivian reacted by pulling away, knocking the back of her skull against the headboard of the bed. "Barbie Lynn, I am not kissing you, and I am certainly not kissing you with Zane's, seed/semen in your mouth," Vivian insisted. Barbie Lynn mumbled something that sounded somewhat like 'but you'll like it' and did her best to look sexy, innocent, and inviting all at once. She would have had me convinced that brushing my teeth with uranium hexafluoride was the best thing for long term dental health too. Barbie Lynn pressed forward, Vivian held her back by putting a hand on each shoulder, and then Barbie Lynn transferred one of Vivian's hands so that it now supported one of Barbie Lynn's dangling tits. Realistically, Vivian was better at Karate than Barbie Lynn and could have blocked/resisted the blow, but Vivian had the ability to be remarkably compliant at the weirdest of times, like right now. Barbie Lynn was really close to doing as promised. "Please don't," Vivian asked softly. Barbie Lynn went one step further; she tapped her forehead to Vivian's forehead, smiled at her, and sat up, ready to swallow at last. "Wait, don't!" Rio cried out. She switched direction so that she was beside Barbie Lynn and they were the ones now actually kissing and letting my semen travel from tongue to tongue. When Rio got her share and then some, she spun rapidly back to Mercy and slapped that girl's thigh, motioning her up on her knees facing Rio. As Mercy reached the appointed position, Rio took her head in both hands and bore into a powerful oral exchange. One blowjob with three recipients, not my normal wake-up routine. That aforementioned bunch of guys is going to crucify me, upside down. Mercy went from slightly hesitant to rather animated in seconds, keeping tight to Rio as Rio tried to withdraw. Mercy's tongue lashed Rio's mouth a few more times before Rio pushed her back. "You like that, my Bang-bunny?" Rio taunted Mercy. "Do you like Zane's cream on your tongue and going down your throat?" "Yes," Mercy responded shyly, "yes, I like it very much." I waited for 'can I have another' and an inappropriate chorus from 'Oliver'. Rio didn't see things that way. She wrapped Mercy up by the waist and kissed her once more. "Okay, but since you are such a lousy cocksucker I am going to make you practice on Zane every night at eleven until you get it right, at least until the end of the semester," Rio scolded Mercy. "If that is what you want!" Mercy beamed. "Lord Jesus, save me," Vivian prayed for sanity to return to the room. "Oh, no, you are not," Barbie Lynn challenged Mercy and Rio's little scheme as she rushed to my rescue. "Not every night, anyway," she added. Maybe not rushing to my rescue after all. "The next lady to lay claim to my sexual favors, I'm going to make French kiss Ms. Marlowe during breakfast at the Dining Hall," I threatened. "Spread the word." "How is that going to work?" Rio snickered. "I don't know, but I've done every other inconceivable thing I've set out to do so why should this be any different?" I gave her a lopsided grin. "Yes, all of this is very nice," Vivian lectured, "but Zane only has seven minutes left to take a shower downstairs." We started to stampede for the exit. "Robes, towels," Vivian reminded us. She was rapidly learning many of the important skills one needs to become a mother to teenagers, a cat wrangler, or a prison guard. The Dawn of the New Order, like it or not.   It started at 6:45 as we began filing out of the dorm toward the dining hall and breakfast. We received texts, or our dorm mothers received them if we didn't have that function, assigning us a tribe we belonged to. What was a tribe? No one seemed to have a clue what this entailed for us.   "So," Iona was the first to ask me, "What tribe are you part of?"   "My tribe's called the Mediator tribe," I responded. "What lame-ass name does your tribe have?" Iona blinked at me, took my phone from my hands, and looked at it while we walked.   "Mercy and I are in 17," Rio sneered. "Why did your group merit a name and ours didn't?"   "Because Zane doesn't have a tribe," Iona figured. "He is not of the mediator tribe; he's a mediator. The real question is, how many mediators are there and what is their responsibility?"   "I'm in tribe three," Vivian volunteered. "I do have a notation but no indication who to see about it." The conversations around us were going in the same general direction, the girls trying to figure what sort of disruptions this would cause. The teachers put a kibosh on students walking around and finding out where their friends were placed so the text and phone messages being tossed around were obscene.   The surprise going to breakfast had saved virtually all of the freshmen from Handmaiden's Duty but they snapped us up heading for Assembly. I had Frederica Nicholas who decided to make a game of her giving me a word and me having to create a poetic verse. I rapidly learned the more risqu my verse, the more touchy-feely she became. (And she is a Rhaine supporter, huh?) I am a glutton for sexual foreplay no matter where it comes from.   Entry into the Assembly Hall brought its own special form of confusion. All the seats had numbers for the tribes that could sit there. I didn't find my group anywhere but I did catch the fact that Christina's group had been broken up. I stopped by Heaven to put a comforting hand on her shoulder because she looked terribly unsettled before I approached Ms. Goodswell on the stage.   My spiritual advisor stood up, walked to the edge of the stage, and knelt down so we could talk privately.   "Hi, Teach. I can't seem to find my groups/tribe's area," I said pleasantly. "Can you help me out? Hell, can you tell me what's going on?"   "Zane, your seat is right over there," she said, pointing to a chair on the front row, aisle seat. She smiled sadly. "All I can tell you about this program right now is that I trust you." Oh crap, that didn't sound good. Sitting on the front row, the region normally reserved for seniors, was just as disturbing. I sensed an epic boning in my future and I was sure I knew who the chick with the strap-on was.   Chancellor Bazz came to the podium and led us through the first ten minutes of the session. I could tell she was simmering with anger and resentment over whatever the upcoming fiasco was, and she showed it. She introduced Vice Chancellor Scarlett, then sat down abruptly. Her enthusiasm wasn't muted; it was buried in the core of the earth.   "Greetings, students of Freedom Fellowship University; I believe we stand at the first step to a great, glorious, and blessed experiment," Vice Chancellor Doctor Victoria Scarlett began. Her plan did sound grandiose, was certainly going to be famous (or infamous), and whichever supernatural powers put their mark on this train wreck, I was sure we'd discover the Arch-angel Morningstar also had his sulfuric fingerprints on it when the CSI's were finally brought in.   The basics of the scheme: There would be eighteen tribes of fifty or more members. Each tribe had all four grades in it but was focused on declared majors so that the girls could support one another. Each tribe would internally determine how they would regulate themselves as well. Externally, relations would be overseen by the Mediator, yes, that was in the singular, as in one: me.   At this point, I was wondering if jumping up, shooting Scarlett in the heart, and crying 'Sic semper tyrannis' was appropriate. I didn't have a gun and realistically, Victoria didn't deserve death for what she was putting all of us through. A few days in a pillory would suffice. No, she was making me be the 'Man' of our academic community, our judge and arbitrator.   As for my job qualifications, or lack thereof; I am considered morally loose, if not downright deviant. I'm an eighteen-year-old boy telling twenty-one-year-old women what to do, I have no legal experience, oh, yes, and half the campus hates my guts. I almost missed it when Doctor Scarlett added that Vivian would remain my guardian.   Maybe Vivian would throw herself in the path of a sharpened pencil, pen, or stylus aimed at my heart by any number of the young ladies that wanted me dead, just like a Secret Service Agent.   "You will be informed of the location of your first meetings. Each tribe will meet at eight o'clock tonight and tomorrow night to create the foundations of your group," Doctor Scarlett informed us.   "Tribes five and seventeen will be meeting in the Solarium of Alan Smithee dorm, if that is okay with Mr. Braxton." Victoria looked my way. I stood up in case anyone missed my discomfort for being called out and actually asked by a lead educator for anything resembling permission on this campus.   "Eight o'clock tonight?" I questioned. "I don't know if that works for me. I have a Brazilian body wax at eight and have scheduled my eyebrows to be plucked at 8:45, plus there is a new episode of NCIs: Los Angeles at nine."   "How about they promise to keep the noise level down?" Victoria volleyed right back at me without missing a beat.   "Very well, Doctor Scarlett, if you personally guarantee their behavior, I'm okay with them using my room," I allowed. I couldn't provoke Scarlett and I couldn't embarrass her, so I was back to facing her rear-bound artificial cock catching up with my behind. I sat back down. Victoria quickly exited center stage and a bitter Chancellor ushered us through the last of the service.   I waited outside the Assembly Hall for my friends and my Handmaiden for the moment, Theresa Yates. Christina and Chastity caught up with me first, both giving me a curious look.   "Bro," Rio sneered as she and Mercy joined us, "we need to discuss your future abuse of power, bribes and kick-backs you are going to get. Nice banter with ol' Scarlett too."   "Yes," Christina said sarcastically, "being flippant with the Vice Chancellor backfired so spectacularly the first time, it definitely needed repeating." Her criticism really sucked because I always secretly wanted her to think well of me.   "What's your plan?" Chastity prodded me. She was always helping me out when she got the chance. As she finished, Iona, Hope, Faith, and Heaven showed up.   "They split us up," growled Heaven. "Do something, Zane."   "He just found out about this," Iona responded before I could. "Give it time and combined, we will come up with a solution together." I sighed with some relief at her assistance and then I blinked. The powerful kiss I planted on Iona's lips caught everyone off-guard.   "Freaking brilliant!" I complimented her gaily, giddy with glee. I didn't have an actual plan yet but I had a direction to propel my thought toward. With my mind awhirl, I caught sight of Theresa moving past me on her way to class.   "Hey, Theresa," I called out. "What are you having me do today?" She looked a bit shocked.   "Zane, we are no longer allowed to call on you for Handmaiden's Duty," she informed me.   "Oh, He, ck no," I choked out. "Who says?"   "The Vice-Chancellor declared you to be outside the tradition," she stated sadly. I wasn't going to stand for this. Victoria was building a wedge between me and the rest of the student body.   "Iona, do that tech-thing that you do and inform the ladies that by the authority vested in me as mediator, I am reinstating myself as part of the Handmaiden's duty until, over half of the tribal leaders petition that I do otherwise," I announced.   "By tech-thing, do you mean send a text message with an accompanying e-mail to all the students on the school registry?" Iona regarded me quizzically.   "Zane," Chastity worried, "are you sure you have the authority?"   "Of course he has the authority," Rio declared. "He's the freaking mediator." Sometimes I would really like to get a word in before the conversation runs away from me.   I swatted Iona on the ass, she squawked.   "Chastity, this is clearly a game of chicken, so why not see how far Scarlett is willing to go," I replied. The look Christina gave me restored my faith in me; her eyes beamed at me, alight with an intellectual fire. I had one last thing to do while the chaos boiled one last time before the ebb: I hugged Rio.   "I want you to break into Gabrielle's place," I whispered in her ear, "wait for her to come get you, and tell her this: There is no Cordelia Dresden."   "Back off, Joker," Rio punched me. Rio trusted me not to put her in harm's way if I had another choice and Gabrielle knew that Rio would be the last person any sane individual would trust to do this.   She gave no hint of a reply to my request. The assumption was, if Cordelia didn't know what we were up to, she couldn't figure out a way to stop us, and right now I wanted a way for us out of her little game here at FFU. My current theory was that the girl I knew as Cordelia didn't exist before she came here, she was an invented personality, and I wanted to know who the inventor was.   Oh yeah, back to my actual life where my academic and social lives were in upheaval because my current nemesis (or one of them anyway) was a crusading idealist. I swear to God, if I survive this place, I will never forgive Aunt Jill for not sending me to the University of Hawaii, which was my first choice for college. All I had to worry about there was hurricanes, tsunamis, volcanoes, and the wrath of the island spirits for despoiling virgins, simple shit.   "Zane, you will discuss the merits and sins of the concubines of King Solomon with me," Theresa said, as she passed me her backpack to carry. Life rolled back to semi-normal and we separated to make our way to our first classes of the day. That illusion took another ill turn when I entered English class with Ms. Goodswell. She gestured for me to come to her desk before the lesson began.   "Zane," she informed me softly, "none of the female teachers or administrators at this school can give you orders, only suggestions. Only Doctor Jennings may truly compel you to do anything."   This bombshell was the reason she said she trusted me back in Assembly. The only one making me do the right thing was me. I had never considered me Mr. Responsibility before so I was in for a crash course in having authority over 900 students and 100 teachers. I told Virginia Goodswell about my decision concerning my Handmaiden's Duty to get her input, then compelled her to treat me as any other student, because apparently, I'm in charge of students now.   "There are old soldiers and there are bold soldiers, but there are very few old, bold soldiers," she reminded me. "Never forget, no matter how dark it may seem, Zane, you are never alone."   "I could always use a picture of you in a white, low-cut bikini to inspire me," I hinted.   "Mr. Braxton, by the authority vested in me by the mediator, I order you to take your seat so we can begin classes," she smirked. Oh, the irony: stymied by my own hubris.   Celia Wanamaker snapped me up coming out of English class. Vivian was waiting for me and Raven was in tow, right up until Paige snapped her up. Celia had me name a biblical character for each letter of the alphabet. Paige had Raven quote bible verses, backwards. As if there was any doubt my day could get worse, it did so immediately.   "Oh, the great Priest-King approaches!" screeched Rio on seeing me. "We all must genuflect, that's kneel down until your head touches the ground for you stupid bitches, until the Mediator passes." The horrible, horrible thing was that dozens of confused girls started doing just that.   "Hold on," I held up my hands for attention, "Hold on. Rio is mistaken. Genuflecting is only done during the Holy Days of Christmas, Good Friday, and Easter."   Okay, I made that up off the fly and I figured that I wouldn't be at school for Christmas, and Good Friday and Easter were next year and I'd worry about that then. For now:   "Emily, Rebecca, Henrietta, and Magdalena, please carry Rio to her next class, by the legs and arms," I instructed some of the closest students. "If a door or other object gets in the way, don't hesitate to use her head as a battering ram."   "Damn, Bro, that's harsh," Rio giggled from the floor. I knelt beside her.   "Yeah," I whispered, "like being man-handled by four girls isn't going to turn you on."   "Don't tell them that," she whispered back. I rose and continued on to class. A wiggling, squirming, cursing, and fighting Rio followed us.   I went through the same rigmarole in Biblical Archeology. I told the teacher that using my authority over students, I was instructing her to instruct me as if I was any other student, because I was a student and this was the area of my authority; right? She bought into my reasoning with some relief.   "How was it?" I mouthed to Rio once class was well on the way.   "Two hands all the way up the thigh, one knows I forgot my undies and was thoroughly soaked, two titties grabbed," Rio described what she'd been subjected to, "and I got to bite Magdalena's ass. I love those soccer player asses. You are most likely the best friend I will ever know; thank you."   "Always willing to help a fellow pervert out," I grinned back. Rio winked, then returned to work. I needed all the humor I could get because it was going to be a long damn day. By the time I made Marksmanship at three o'clock, I was damn happy to shoot something. I got some relief by having my best day ever, scoring a 53 (out of a possible 100) at the range. When I finished, I noticed a large number of my club mates standing close by.   WOMEN and the WORLD at LARGE   "Yes?" I questioned the ladies clustered behind me at the firing line.   "Oh, we are huddling behind your manliness," Daphne, one of the better shooters, joked.   "Manliness? Daphne, you just shot an 87. Hell, if you ladies want to be safe, stand in front of me, because apparently that's the one place my bullets don't go," I chided her.   That was a slight exaggeration. I was a pretty good shot out to 50 meters, but when I have to use binoculars to even see the target some of these girls are nailing, I know I have a long way to go.   "Zane, police your station," Hope instructed me. "Everyone, it is time for field training." This was the other part of marksmanship, sneaking around and spotting targets in the woods. We didn't use live rounds but it was still fun stuff.   "Gung-ho!" I responded to Hope. I'd heard that this was the battle cry of an Asian-American unit in World War II; Japanese I think.   "I'm Korean, Zane," Hope tried not to chuckle. "We are not exactly friends with the Japanese."   "If I stop saying it will you ask your Daddy not to come?" I inquired hopefully.   "If you keep saying it, I'll stop telling my Father I can't live without you," she countered.   "You can't live without me?" I questioned.   "Of course I can live without you, but I had to think of something to stop him from parachuting here in the dead of night and slitting your throat," she confided.   "You are joking; right?" I worried. Hope was nonresponsive as we got our gear together for the hike. "Hope, tell me that was a joke." Once we passed into the forest, Hope was quiet, business-like and nothing but. We were a mile into our trek when Hope settled down to study the environs. Per procedure, Hope watched to her front and left; I crouched at her back, facing away, and watched to our rear and Hope's right.   We would stay this way until Hope set up on the target, which was when I became her spotter. Since we weren't there yet, I scanned my area one more time, then cupped my right hand and reached behind me until I touched Hope's ass. I waited for a reaction of any kind but none came. Three seconds later I began to gently coast along her posterior, lightly squeezing her buttocks and rubbing along her cleft.   With a careful ear, I caught Hope's breath gaining in intensity. A few seconds later, she reached back and tapped my arm lightly so I stopped. Hope then rose carefully and we continued on our way. During the entire encounter, neither one of us had deviated from our watchfulness, which gave the whole situation a greater erotic appeal for me.   "Zane," Hope caught my attention as the last rifle and bullet was secured away, "I really wasn't sure how you would deal with me, being better than you. How do you do it?"   "All the training and skill in the world isn't worth a damn if you won't fight," I tried to explain. "A willingness to fight without talent is a waste. Hope, you didn't defeat me; you beat me."   She seemed to be searching for my definition of those two terms.   "Let's walk over to Orienteering before Heaven pops," I suggested. "We can both pin Heaven down but short of killing her, I'm not sure how to stop her." Hope chuckled at that assessment and nodded. "Hope, you put me on the mat and made me tap out, you beat me. You haven't discouraged me from coming at you when I feel I'm more capable, you haven't defeated me."   "Beating implies physical dominance but defeat is a state of mind," Hope replied as she stripped my definitions bare. I swung back my hand to spank her ass. Hope flinched slightly as instinct recognized the incoming blow and dictated a menu of responses, most of which involved causing me pain. I spanked her left ass cheek; Hope yelped and glared over her shoulder at me in feigned annoyance.   "You are a very verbose wench," I shook my finger at her.   "Do you want them to perform an extensive autopsy to figure out where I stuck that finger or are you going to remove it from my face right now?" she challenged me mirthfully. I stepped to her side, draped an arm around her waist; a second later she hesitantly echoed the gesture.   When we got to Orienteering, Hope and I parted company and I joined my fellow students as Heaven stood before us. The silence dragged on, and on until I finally felt compelled to raise my hand.   "Yes, Zane?" Heaven asked sweetly. You know; that 'sweetly' that says, I have an iron skillet to the head in my immediate future.   "Class? Are we going to have class today? Please?" I mumbled.   "I don't know, Zane," Heaven glared at me with a vicious smile stitched to her face. "Do we have your permission to have class today? Apparently we need to." Oh, fuck-buckets; Hope had probably had the same instructions and blown them off; Heaven was going a different way.   "I understand," I announced with dignity as I stood and walked up beside Heaven before facing the rest of the class. "As your appointed mediator, I think we should come forth and pray on the matter. All of you come to the front and kneel in a semi-circle; you too Heaven." I put a hand on her shoulder and put pressure on her to kneel beside me, right beside me.   The girls gathered around, Heaven was on her knees only inches from my crotch with her eyes flickering from my hard cock (I'm giving strong consideration to slamming that bastard in the middle of the US Tax Code to make it calm down) to my eyes. Soon I was in the center of a waist-level sea of slightly swaying female heads.   "Let us pray," I intoned. "Lord, guide us and give us strength to be true to ourselves, have faith in the gifts of insight, determination, and self-worth you have given us. Also, give us the vision to see what is wrong, the knowledge to understand when we hear things that are nonsense, and the will to forge past those words so that we find our own voice. In Jesus Christ's name we pray; Amen." "Amen," the girls said, at varying volumes and with varying conviction. They were all there, on their knees, staring at me. I swear to God, if one of them had 'Bahhed, I'd have died on the spot. "Okay, who believes I'm more qualified to teach this class than Heaven?" I began. Two girls started to raise their hands then self-consciously reversed direction. "You are all correct; I am totally unqualified to teach this class. I am totally unqualified to tell any of you to do virtually anything. I don't know more about life than any of the rest of you do. At eighteen, I'm younger than most of you. I'm a guy, nothing more. You ladies don't need me. Really, do any of you have any need of me whatsoever?" "Sex," blurted out of the mouth of Ruth, one of the senior club members. No one said anything for a few seconds. Okay, I could deal with this. "Fine, sex. With the Purity Pledge here, do any of you think you would need me for sex?" Twelve of the fourteen girls raised their hands; counting Heaven made it thirteen. I wanted to be anywhere else but in the deathtrap of my own creation. Screw that; I wanted to crawl into a deep, dark hole and pull the dirt in behind me. "We hear you are really good at it," Benios tried to explain things to me. "Brandi told us all about blowjobs. Those seem safe enough with the Pledge," Michelle added. Heaven started snickering at my expense. "All right, everyone," Heaven raised her voice as she stood up, accidentally squeezing my cock through my pants as she did so, "let's get started, and if no one screws up today, we can have Thursday's class in Zane's bedroom." We finished the last class for the day and started leaving our outdoor classroom when Ruth put her hand on my lower arm. "Zane, does a blowjob violate the Purity Pledge?" she asked. That wasn't really what she was asking. Why would I know the specifics of a pledge that everyone knew I hadn't taken? No, what she was asking was if she could experiment with oral sex with me. The other girls were not so surreptitiously hanging around for the answer. "Honestly, I don't believe that fellatio is an acceptable alternative to vaginal sex unless it includes cunnilingus," I bullshitted. I believed that, but I was hoping the lingo would buy me an exit. "What?" Ruth stammered. "Oh, I know that," Michelle giggled. "Fellatio is when you take a man's phallus and put it in your mouth, and cunnilingus is when a man puts his mouth, down there," she pointed at her crotch. "Zane, do you do that too? Put your mouth, Ruth hounded me. "Sure," I confessed. "Every man should, but in reality, it is more than tongue work", I wiggled my tongue, "but finger work too. All you have to do is think how your fingers feel down there, except this time they are under someone else's control and you have a strong, flexible muscle added to the mix." I instantly knew I was missing something with this audience. "You touch yourself; right?" I questioned. By many of the guilty looks, I could tell that most of the class had, but a surprising number hadn't, Ruth included. "I never have," Ruth replied. "I was afraid I'd stop being a virgin." I nodded, walked over to the closest tree, and banged my head against it. "That's enough for today," Heaven intervened. "We can pick up this wonderful, non-orienteering discussion next time." She ushered me away. I was rather thankful to get away and into the company of someone I trusted. "Are you ready for tonight?" "You mean am I waiting to pack your tight ass and drag my fingernails over your back until I draw blood? Yes," I grinned down at her. "Evil!" she giggled. "You are sinister, vile, and an aberration to all that is pure in the world." "Well, you are purely wonderful," I countered. "So is this a case of opposites attract?" "Do you like to see me that way?" my transvestite lover teased. "Your legs on my shoulders as I drive into you; on your hands and knees; you looking down at me as you slide down that first time, your ass cheeks bouncing, with my hands kneading them as you face away, but most of all, with your head on my chest, asleep, your hair spilling over your eyes as you lay there, that's the best," I related. "How can you be lusty and sweet at the same time?" she murmured. "It's how you make me feel, Heaven," I explained. "It is no mystery, you are that good to me." "Best boyfriend ever," she whispered, as she hugged my arm tight. On the final approach to Heaven's dorm, she gave me a nudge. "So, how did you beat the ten-second rule?" Heaven prodded me. "We have a ten-second rule?" I questioned. "We don't, silly; it's Hope's rule," Heaven grinned. "No one holds her for more than ten seconds. She has, had proximity issues." "We were intimate," I pointed out. "That probably helps." "I hope so," Heaven laughed. "The first time Christina and I barged into her room, we found ourselves staring down the barrel of a gun. Chastity was her roommate and she nearly freaked because she didn't know Hope had an automatic, much less slept with one under her pillow." "Note to self: never climb in Hope's window looking for a midnight hook-up," I sighed. "Hey," Heaven playfully grumbled, "if you are crawling in anyone's window for some late-night booty, it had better be my window and my booty you are after, Mister." "Or what?" I teased. "Are we back to me being in a deep, dark hole, you with the only key, dressed up for me in black strips of leather?" That description dated back to our first day on campus together when she hated my very existence. "Bitch," Heaven growled with frustrated desire. "I'll see you at the car in ten minutes, then." I gave a double pump of the eyebrows and left. We had been invited by Officer Danica Campbell of the Lancaster PD for a barbeque so we could get reacquainted. It was something Heaven was really looking forward to (not that I minded). Danica's house needed a little yard work but was otherwise an unremarkable ranch style house with an attached carport. Heaven's hands kept fluttering at her sides and straightening out her skirt. Me; I was in a long-sleeved pull-over and jeans and was having a much easier time of it emotionally. My only problem was our timetable; I had to be back before nine. We could smell the burning charcoal from the front yard but I indicated to Heaven that we weren't friends enough to simply walk around back unannounced. We rang the doorbell, then rang it again. Heaven was going for a third, nervous try when Danica opened the door. "Hey, you two, come on in," she greeted us, and stepped aside so we could enter. The first aura I detected in Danica's home was of benign neglect; the house was inhabited but no one actually lived here. Everything looked old but not worn, except for one chair and the cabinet around the TV which had VHS tapes (?) and scores of DVDs from the past ten years. Danica was in a lumberjack shirt, jeans, and deck shoes with a noticeable lack of bra, panties, and socks. "I'm glad you two showed up," Danica said, talking to us as we followed her through the living room to the kitchen. We could see the grill cooking away on a concrete patio through a sliding glass door. "I almost showed up last night," Heaven blurted out, then looked mortified. "You would have had to wait a while," Danica joked. "I worked last night." "I would have put her to sleep on the doorstep, covered her in a blanket, and given her a garden gnome to use as a pillow," I joked. Heaven blushed furiously and punched me in the arm. "Be careful, Mister Braxton," Danica threatened me with a wink, "I have handcuffs, pepper spray, and a taser, behave." I was hoping that comical exchange would have reduced the tension. It almost worked. As Danica opened the sliding glass door, she turned to say something. I have no idea what it was that got into her but at that point, Heaven threw herself at our hostess, wrapped her arms around Danica's neck, and kissed the lady cop. Danica staggered out the door onto the patio, grabbed the doorsill before they toppled over, and after her obvious moment of panic, put her other arm around Heaven's waist. Third Wheel Syndrome was kicking in for a while as the two kept tickling each other's tonsils and rubbing their bodies together. "I, ah, wanted to kiss you since I talked to you on the phone," Heaven finally said. Danica stroked a finger along Heaven's left earlobe, wiggling it back and forth. "Mission accomplished," Danica smiled. "You don't date much, do you? That's not a condemnation; it's just, you have a raw intensity I haven't seen in a while. I like it." Heaven looked ready to dive into another lip frenzy when our hostess held her up. "Let's check on the grill, unless you like your pork chops and chicken burnt as hard as the coals that made 'em." Heaven gave Danica enough lead to make it to the grill and open it up. My friend coughed and choked as the smoke billowed out; it was Heaven's first outdoor barbeque, or at least the first that didn't involve a professional pit master and a whole steer. "Give her some room," I cautioned Heaven. "I hear those things are hot." It was my first time too, but they had similar things in Thailand so I wasn't totally lost. Eventually, I was forced to wrap my arms around Heaven from behind to keep her from bouncing all over the place. Her enthusiasm didn't bother me; she was fun and felt she had a lot of catching up to do. We chatted about her work and our school machinations. Danica made a crack about me and women putting me on my back, funny like a crutch. We gathered in her living room; it was the only room that had the seats to meet our needs with the meat, coleslaw, hush puppies, and lima beans to eat. There was the promise of sherbet if dinner didn't fill us up. Things were going so smoothly that I almost missed Danica's little ploy. "Heaven, since you are getting a beer, would you get me one too," Danica off-handedly mentioned. We were finishing up the meal and washing it down with the appropriate beverage, lemonade in my case and beer in theirs. "Sure," Heaven smiled warmly, and off she went. She didn't hear Danica get up and follow her into the kitchen, though Danica did give me a wink. The moment Heaven pulled the two lagers out of the refrigerator, Danica slipped up behind her and pressed her body into Heaven's. For a second, Heaven thought it was me and was looking over her shoulder to chastise me. I was following but was hanging back. "Zane, then she noticed it was Danica, "Huh?" "Hey, Precious," Danica purred to her, "it seems your hands are occupied;" gesturing to the beer in each. Danica stretched her arms around and cupped Heaven's breasts and began massaging them. Heaven tried to twist around but Danica didn't let her. She bit into Heaven's neck instead, sucking up and down from ear to shoulder. "The last time you snuck up on me; now it is my turn. How does it feel?" Danica continued. She pressed Heaven up against the refrigerator door, grinding her there for a while before letting Heaven turn and faced her. "It feels good," Heaven gulped, "but I know some other things I want to do to you that are better." Danica answered that by sensually sliding down Heaven's body until she was kneeling. From there she lifted Heaven's skirt, pulled down her double panties and started making kissing/slurping noises that made Heaven shudder in anticipation. Danica was bobbing in a slow, languid style that was pushing the tranny toward her own internal blaze. I saw the opportunity to come up and relieve Heaven of her beers before she dropped them. Heaven's hands dropped immediately to Danica's head and trembled with the desire to push Danica farther and farther down her cock. Danica held her off, having more blowjob experience than Heaven and I combined. I took the time offered to remove all our shirts and Heaven's bra before alternating kissing Danica's neck and back while playing with her tits, and going to Heaven and kissing her and teasing her nipples with my teeth. She was over-eager and was tapping Danica's crown inside a minute, indicating the shortness of her fuse. Heaven gave a muted squeak followed by, "Oh, God, that's so fucking good, take it, oh, God, take it!" Danica did a masterful job of soaking up everything Heaven had to give and draining her dry afterwards. Danica had to hold Heaven's hips to stop my lover from sliding to the ground on her ass. "I think we will all be passing on the sherbet," Danica grinned while licking her lips. Heaven nodded, first shakily but soon with much more assurance. I kicked off my shoes in my own endorsement of this plan and we were soon all migrating to Danica's bedroom. Heaven, new to the romantic aspects of sexuality, dove straight onto the bed and shimmied out of her skirt. Danica and I stopped at the foot of said bed and shed our pants (and underwear for me). As Heaven looked at us, I pulled Danica's hair aside and began kissing her from right beneath her ear down to the nape of her neck. Danica responded by pressing her backside into me and gyrating her ass on my crotch. Danica ran her left hand behind her back and began moving it sensually along my stomach to the base of my cock and up again. Her right hand stroked my thigh and hip on the other side. I countered by moving my left to her left breast, mauling it but leaving the nipple unmolested for now. My right hand went in a serpentine fashion to her crotch and hovered right above her clitoris. We played tag with our intimate parts long enough for Danica to start sweating and moaning against me. "Why aren't you married, again?" she snickered. "Oh, yeah, you being eighteen and all." "Are you too much woman for one man?" I countered. "Actually, I've been looking for someone special," she confessed, but she wasn't looking at me when she said it. That wasn't lost on Heaven either; her jaw dropped. "Don't freak," Danica reassured her. "I know we don't have much in common, I'm a townie and you're a rich girl from somewhere else, but we have until spring if you want to hang out." It took Heaven a few moments to digest that. "I'd like that, Danica; I'd like that a lot," she smiled. "Well, I'd like it if you came over here and kissed me before your boyfriend drives me totally nuts," Danica teased her. Heaven got on her knees and waddled to the end of the bed to join us. "Wait," Heaven said at the last second, eyes wide with surprise. "I have a boyfriend and a girlfriend, I rock!" and then she dove into Danica's lips. Danica was propelled into me by Heaven's passionate embrace. She reciprocated by moving her hand off my hip and onto Heaven's semi-rigid cock. Heaven's phallus hardened quickly enough and she upped the tempo by buoying up her breasts and initiating a nipple fight between her tits and Danica's, wow, a freaking advantage I hadn't thought of. "Let s, Danica gulped for air " get on, the bed. I want some, of this, in me," she pulled on Heaven's cock. Oh, yeah, this was the Heaven-Danica show and I was second fiddle, and I felt it was glorious. 'You are known not by what you do but by what you leave behind,' or so yet another saying goes. Danica and Heaven were happy with one another, even if only for a little while. That 'while' included Heaven retreating up the bed as Danica followed and I pursued her. "Have you been a good girl?" Danica quizzed Heaven. "Do we need a condom?" clarified the issue. "No, no, I've only been with Zane," Heaven answered. "That's hardly a ringing endorsement for safe sex," Danica chuckled. "Damn, that's just cold," I groaned. "For your information, if my partner wasn't a virgin, she was someone I know intimately." "So you are not doing it with that Warlord chick living in your house now?" Danica persisted. "How do you even know about that? It happened Sunday," I wondered. "Zane," Danica sighed patiently, "I'm a cop and your house is like two miles away." "Can we get back to concentrating on the sex?" Heaven grumbled. "I'll wear a condom if you want. I'll wear a harem girl outfit if you want, as long as it leads to sex with you." "That won't be, necessary," Danica murmured as she positioned Heaven's cock between her labia then began to push down. I was working out what my place in this could be when I spotted the bottle of lubricant (generic) boldly sitting on Danica's nightstand, not very subtle at all. I shifted over, got the bottle, then got around behind them once more. "Can I join in?" I asked. "I trust you," Danica purred. Silly her; I'm behind her with a source of lube and a passion to use it. I poured some out on Danica's cleft and let it ooze down toward her cunt. I let it cascade over three fingers before sealing it up again. With my left hand, I began working a finger into Danica's anus, and with my right, I worked another into Heaven's. "Oh," Danica grunted, as I slipped past her sphincter. Heaven's response was to moan sensually. It took me a little while to not only work a finger in but a second one in as well; then the fun began. With Heaven, I began both pumping and making a series of circular motions; with Danica, though, I pressed down until I was counter-massaging Heaven's cock through the walls of her rectum and cunt. "Oh, my fucking God!" shouted Danica. "That feels great; she's really grinding against me." "Keep that up," gasped Heaven. "I, I can feel your fingers." Okay, I got this one right. I could also feel the sympathetic impulses growing between Danica's vaginal walls and Heaven's cock; they weren't going to last long. Drilling Heaven's butthole in rapid-fire fashion sent her crashing ahead of the wave. "Dan, Dan, Danica, Hell, yeah!" Heaven screamed as she slammed upward into the lady cop. Danica's back bowed and a low growling noise reverberated through her body. Both tried to use their anal muscles to grind my finger bones together; for the orgasms they were riding through, it was worth it. Danica shivered through one last orgasmic burst then settled gently down on Heaven. Heaven reached around with her arms and ran them up and down Danica's back. Our hostess pushed off her lover's body with her elbows on the mattress and kissed her nose. "That felt wonderful," she smiled down at Heaven. Heaven didn't immediately respond. "Is something wrong?" Danica worried. "I, um, it was really nice, Danica, but, Heaven worked through the words. "But?" Danica asked. "But I think I'm into guys," Heaven gave her worried confession. "I'm sorry; what we did felt good but what sent me over the top was, " "Oh," Danica seemed to deflate. "Hold on," I intervened, even as my fingers were still slowly working them both. "Heaven, you liked Danica's blowjob; right?" "Yes. It was wonderful," Heaven brightened up. "She's, you are, she looked into Danica's eyes " the best I've ever had." "Still, you like it up your ass, don't you?" I prodded. Heaven bit her lip and rolled her head to the side. Danica pushed herself onto all fours and sighed. "Well, damn," she sighed, "I was sort of hoping, " "Danica, would you consider screwing Heaven's ass? Giving it a chance?" I hazarded. "I'd give it a shot," Danica replied after a moment's hesitation. Being with a girl was new; being with a transgender was new; and now being the driving force in anal sex was going to be new too. "I'll get dressed and go out to the car," I winked. "Surprise, surprise; I worried something like this would happen so I brought a few things along." I was afraid that when I got back from the car with my backpack holding the strap-on, that a chill would have set in. I shouldn't have worried; Danica was surprisingly passionate and Heaven was sheer surprise itself. They were cuddled face to face exchanging small kisses and stroking each other's hair. "I just want you both to know," Danica held up a warding hand, "if that thing is longer than my arm, I'm calling this off." I presented the device for her approval and while it could be intimidating, it wasn't scarier than Heaven's normal equipment. "I'm glad that's going into you and not me," Danica ended up teasing Heaven. Not to be outdone, Heaven rolled onto her stomach and wiggled her upraised ass in the air. "Oh, she's begging for it," Danica laughed. "Yes, she does, and if you think that's sweet, imagine how nice it is to wake up with her ramming that pole in while riding you," I painted the picture. "Is there any position she doesn't like?" Danica inquired. "I'm right here, my ass up in the air. Please, somebody do something," Heaven whined. "Not that I know of," I ignored Heaven's plea. "You could try it in the shower, bent over the sofa, heels up in the La-Z-Boy, or hanging from the pull-up bar, she's quite strong." "Oh, hmm, thanks, Zane; I'll explore those opportunities," Danica grinned. "Hello, ass here, needs stuffing," Heaven became more insistent. "She's shameless," Danica teased happily. "Absolutely," I laughed, "but if one of us doesn't fulfill her needs real soon, violence will ensue." "Zane, you warm her up and I'll figure out how to put this thing on," Danica instructed me as she took hold of her sexual toy. "About damn time," Heaven panted as I worked my first finger in again. I'd oiled up several fingers before handing the lube to Danica to prepare her artificial cock with. Heaven's anus was already pliable from our activity so it took only two minutes to work the second and third finger in. By that time, both Danica and Heaven were ready. "This is weird," Danica mumbled, as she placed her phallic head against Heaven's sphincter. "Let me know if this, she got out before Heaven pushed back and gasped. "Doesn't that hurt?" "Makes me feel full," Heaven gasped. "Push." Danica did indeed push, and spanked Heaven for good measure. Now that I was freed up again, I elected to recline beside Heaven and watch her get fucked by Danica. Heaven and I made eye contact; that totally free, blissful look was exceptionally special for me. I'd seen Heaven afraid far too often. I'd seen her furious far too often as well. "Zane," Heaven perked up, "get over here. I want your cock. I want it coming and going." "Revenge," taunted Danica. Heaven and I had given Officer Campbell simultaneous oral and anal sex, and now Heaven was getting the same treatment. I sat my ass on the pillow in front of Heaven's face, legs spread wide. She grabbed my cock in both hands (my cock is so massive, its ability to block out the Sun often cows primitive tribes, or maybe Heaven has small hands) and yanked it forward somewhat painfully until she could lick the tip. "Come on, Zane," Danica egged me on, "take hold of her head and fuck her like a cheap slut." A shudder passed head to foot through Heaven's body and she gave out a small sob. "Heaven," I asked cautiously, "do you want to stop?" "I'm being fucked like a slut, Zane," she replied tearfully. "I'm being fucked like a slut." You never know with some people. Danica gave me a worried look so I gave her a quick smile and a nod. Heaven wanted to be a woman, but almost as important was that she wanted to be seen and treated like a woman. It may have played out in Heaven's imagination that she had gone to some seedy bar looking all hot and sexy, then a couple had picked her up so they could treat her like a bad little girl. I raised my hips, feeding more of my cock into Heaven's mouth. "Spank your bitch's ass," I teased Danica. She responded by alternating noisy but not very painful slaps to our tranny's buttocks. Heaven wanted the tease, not the real pain, and Danica was right there for her. Once we had a good rhythm going, I could feel Danica's cock slamming at its deepest impact, Heaven squirming and squealing with the pleasure and her tongue and throat swirling around my oral intrusion. She slurped and sucked desperately while a small amount of drool marked her cheek and jaw. Heaven began making whimpering noises along with the grunts when Danica drove in deeper. All the sizzling sex I'd been forced (yeah, right) to watch sent me over the edge first. "Heaven, babe, here it comes," I chanted several times before I finally did shoot gobs and gobs, so much it shot out her nose and mouth. Okay, not really that much, but I certainly felt some relief. &l

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It's a wrap!On the thirty-first night of our #31DaysToHalloween the Mister joins me in reviewing THE THING (1982), from the master, director John Carpenter, the film has a screenplay by Bill Lancaster , from a short story "Who Goes There?" from the author, John W. Campbell Jr.  A team of American researchers at a remote Antarctic outpost encounters a sled dog fleeing a Norwegian helicopter, only to discover a terrifying, shape-shifting alien entity.  After the entity infiltrates their camp and begins absorbing and perfectly imitating the men, extreme paranoia takes hold, as no one can be sure who is still human and who is the "Thing."  The remaining men desperately fight to expose the alien before it can escape the base and assimilate all life on Earth, leading to a desperate final confrontation in the frozen isolation.  The film clocks in at 1 h and 31 m, is rated R and we caught it on DVD but you can find it on AMC+, Peacock and on Prime Video to buy/rent. Please note there are SPOILERS in this review.#TheThing #JohnCarpenter #BillLancaster #JohnWCampbellJr #KurtRussell #MacReady #WilfordBrimley #Blair #TKCarter #Nauls #DavidClennon #Palmer #KeithDavid #Childs #RichardDysart #DrCopper #CharlesHallahan #Norris #PeterMaloney #Bennings #RichardMasur #Clark #DonaldMoffat #Garry #JoelPolis #Fuchs #ThomasGWaites #Windows #NorbertWeisser #Norwegian #LarryFranco #NorwegianWithRifle #AlienInvasion #BodyHorror #MonsterHorror #PsychologicalHorror #SupernaturalHorror #SuspenseMystery #Tragedy #Mystery #SciFi #Horror  @PrimeVideo  @Peacock  @amcplus  #31DaysToHalloween #SpookySeason #Day31 #FridayFamilyFilmNight And in #SpookySeason don't forget to use your powers for good - support our friend KT as she raises funds for the good folks at St. Jude's - any little bit helps and is whole heartedly appreciated by the families who rely on St. Jude's @stjudehttps://fundraising.stjude.org/goto/thewolfmansOpening intro music: GOAT by Wayne Jones, courtesy of YouTube Audio Library

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This week on Screentime John Fardy talks to John C Reilly about his new one man show ‘Mister Romantic' which is coming to the Ambassador, as well as some iconic films like ‘Magnolia' and ‘Casualties of War.' John is also joined by Liam Cunningham who discusses his role in ‘Palestine 36' which looks at the Arab Revolut in Palestine. Liam also talks about his activism and career.

On the thirtieth night of our #31DaysToHalloween the Mister joins me in reviewing THE HOWLING (1981), from director Joe Dante, the film has a screenplay by Gary Brandner, John Sayles and Terence H. Winkless.  Scarred after a terrifying encounter with a serial killer, Los Angeles television news anchor Karen White (Dee Wallace) is sent with her husband to "The Colony," a secluded, New Age-style self-help retreat for trauma patients in the countryside.  As her husband is seduced by one of the seductive, predatory locals, Karen and her journalist friend slowly discover that the peaceful commune is secretly inhabited by a pack of werewolves who can transform at will.  Realizing her life is in danger and the world must be warned, Karen races against time to expose the horrifying truth before the bloodthirsty community can silence her permanently.  The film clocks in at 1 h and 31 m, is rated R and we caught it on Prime Video but you can find it on Fawesome, Tubi and on Prime Video to buy/rent. Please note there are SPOILERS in this review.#TheHowling #JoeDante #GaryBrander #JohnSayles #TerenceHWinkless #DeeWallace #KarenWhite #PatrickMacnee #DrGeorgeWaggner #DennisDugan #ChrisHoward #ChristopherStone #BillNeill #BelindaBalaski #Terry #KevinMcCarthy #Fred #JohnCarradine #Erle #SlimPickens #Sam #ElisabethBrooks #Marsha #RobertPicardo #Eddie #BHorror #DarkComedy #Farce #FolkHorror #Slapstick #SplatterHorror #SupernaturalHorror #BodyHorror #FolkHorror #WerewolfHorror #Horror  @PrimeVideo  @FAwesome  @Tubi  #31DaysToHalloween #SpookySeason #Day30 #FridayFamilyFilmNight And in #SpookySeason don't forget to use your powers for good - support our friend KT as she raises funds for the good folks at St. Jude's - any little bit helps and is whole heartedly appreciated by the families who rely on St. Jude's @stjudehttps://fundraising.stjude.org/goto/thewolfmansOpening intro music: GOAT by Wayne Jones, courtesy of YouTube Audio Library

Happy Halloween gentle listener. We begin our celebration of the Spooky Season with a mist enshrouded tale of dread on the high seas from Mister 'mist enshrouded dread on the high seas' himself - WILLIAM HOPE HODGSON NOCTURNAL TRANSMISSIONS is proud to present:  William Hope Hodgson's 'THE VOICE IN THE NIGHT' ---   NOCTURNAL TRANSMISSIONS is a fortnightly podcast featuring inspired performances of short horror stories, both old and new, by voice artist Kristin Holland.   ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://www.nocturnaltransmissions.com.au⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠   You can support us (and access lots of exclusive content) by becoming a patron at Patreon.com: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://www.patreon.com/nocturnaltransmissions⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ ___ NOCTURNAL TRANSMISSIONS is proud to be a part of the SpectreVision Radio podcast network. SpectreVision Radio is a bespoke podcast network at the intersection between the arts and the uncanny, featuring a tapestry of shows exploring creativity, the esoteric, and the unknown. We're a community for creators and fans vibrating around common curiosities, shared interests and persistent passions. spectrevisionradio.com linktr.ee/spectrevisionsocial Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Social Media ist voll von Trainingstipps – aber welche sind gefährlich oder führen in die Verletzung? Pascal Fiedler, bekannt als der virale mister.marathon auf TikTok, hat viele der viralen Hypes selbst ausprobiert und musste oft schmerzhafte Fehler machen. In dieser Folge checken wir mit ihm die gängigsten Mythen: Von „Lauf jeden Tag“ über wilde Ernährungs-Strategien bis zum Zone-2-Trend. Pascal teilt seine persönlichen Learnings, welche Tipps er heute nie wieder befolgen würde, und welche Ratschläge wirklich immer funktionieren, um nachhaltig schneller und gesünder zu laufen.(00:01:31) - Intro Ende(00:05:44) - Marathonlaufen für Klicks? So wurde Pascal zu mister.marathon(00:15:43) - Verändert Social Media, wie wir trainieren?(00:20:12) - „Lauf so viel wie möglich!“(00:29:33) - Double Threshold-Einheiten: Nur für Profis?(00:32:32) - Zone 2 vs. Tempoeinheiten(00:36:25) - Alle Laufverletzungen, die Pascal jemals hatte(00:41:50) - "Je teurer der Schuh, desto besser!"(00:44:00) - Ist Barfußlaufen wirklich so gesund?(00:47:57) - Von Pastaparty zu Fasten: Die schlechtesten Tipps rund um Ernährung(00:54:23) - Regenerations-Trends im Check(00:57:55) - „No pain, no gain“ & weitere Tipps für den Kopf(01:03:14) - Welchen Trainingstipps können wir trauen?Hier findet ihr Pascal auf TikTok.Hier geht's zu seinem Instagram-Account.Foto: Pascal FiedlerMusik: The Artisian Beat - Man of the Century⬇️⬇️⬇️feels.like Activation Complex: Starte sofort ins Training! Der Roll-on mit 100 % Wirkstoffen aktiviert Nervensystem & Muskeln. Teste jetzt risikofrei mit 100 Tagen Geld-zurück-Garantie. Mit Code ACHILLES gibt's 10 % Rabatt auf www.feelslike.sport.Hier findet ihr alle aktuellen Rabatt-Aktionen von unseren Werbepartner:innen! Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

On the twenty-ninth night of our #31DaysToHalloween the Mister joins me in reviewing EVIL DEAD 2 (1987), from director Sam Raimi, the film has a screenplay by Sam Raimi and Scott Spiegel.  Continuing his gruesome ordeal, Ash Williams (Bruce Campbell) is left alone and trapped at a remote cabin after his terrifying encounter with the evil forces unleashed by the Necronomicon Ex-Mortis.  He spends a horrific night battling the demonic entity, which possesses his own hand and drives him to the brink of insanity with surreal, slapstick violence.  When a small group arrives at the cabin with the missing pages of the Book of the Dead, Ash must overcome his madness and embrace his role as a Deadite-slaying champion.  The film clocks in at 1 h and 24 m, is rated R and we caught it on HBO Max but you can find it on Prime Video to buy/rent. Please note there are SPOILERS in this review.#EvilDead2 #SamRaimi #ScottSpiegel #BruceCampbell #Ash #SarahBerry #Annie #DanHicks #Jake #KassieWesley #BobbyJoe #DeniseBixler #Linda #TedRaimi #PossessedHenrietta #RichardDomeier #Ed #JohnPeaks #ProfessorKnowby #LouHancock #Henrietta #B-Horror #DarkComedy #Farce #FolkHorror #Slapstick #SplatterHorror #SupernaturalHorror #ZombieHorror #Comedy #Horror #Thriller  @HBOMax  @PrimeVideo  #31DaysToHalloween #SpookySeason #Day29 #FridayFamilyFilmNight And in #SpookySeason don't forget to use your powers for good - support our friend KT as she raises funds for the good folks at St. Jude's - any little bit helps and is whole heartedly appreciated by the families who rely on St. Jude's @stjudehttps://fundraising.stjude.org/goto/thewolfmansOpening intro music: GOAT by Wayne Jones, courtesy of YouTube Audio Library

On the twenty-eighth night of our #31DaysToHalloween the Mister and Kid 1 join me in reviewing GOOD BOY (2025), from director Ben Leonberg, the film has a screenplay by Alex Cannon and Ben Leonberg.  This horror film is uniquely told from the perspective of Indy, a loyal Nova Scotia Duck Tolling Retriever, who moves to a secluded family home with his ailing owner, Todd.  While Todd hopes to recover in the isolation of the house, Indy immediately senses a lurking, sinister presence that threatens his human companion.  As Todd's health and grip on reality deteriorate, the brave pup must use his unique canine senses to investigate the increasing supernatural phenomena and protect the person he loves most.  The film clocks in at 1 h and 12 m, is rated PG-13 and we caught it in theaters but you can find it on Prime Video to buy/rent. Please note there are SPOILERS in this review.#GoodBoy #BenLeonberg #AlexCannon #Indy #ShaneJensen #Todd #ArielleFriedman #Vera #LarryFessenden #Grandpa #StuartRudin #Richard #HunterGoetz #Weatherman #AnyaKrawcheck #Doctor #Max #Bandit #SupernaturalHorror #Horror #Thriller  @PrimeVideo  #31DaysToHalloween #SpookySeason #Day28 #FridayFamilyFilmNight And in #SpookySeason don't forget to use your powers for good - support our friend KT as she raises funds for the good folks at St. Jude's - any little bit helps and is whole heartedly appreciated by the families who rely on St. Jude's @stjudehttps://fundraising.stjude.org/goto/thewolfmansOpening intro music: GOAT by Wayne Jones, courtesy of YouTube Audio Library

Fatimata Chan is a poet, author, climate activist, speaker, and an award-winning scholar. She has founded multiple initiatives, published a poetry book, and takes different approaches to her activism such as through academia, policy, and art. Fatimata's interconnected approach to human rights allows her to address multiple injustices at once, including gender inequality, racial discrimination, the disproportionate impacts of the climate crisis, and more.Fatimata grew up in the Bronx, New York City. Her upbringing in one of the most underresourced communities in the city, along with her immigrant background, inspired her to begin her activism at a young age by advocating for policy change. Her activism expanded over the years to include mutual aid efforts, community building, creating accessible spaces in academia, and spreading joy through art.We at Closing the Gap podcast acknowledge that the Bronx lies on unceded Munsee Lenape land.ResourcesFatimata's WebsiteFatimata's LinkedInFatimata's LinktreePoem published by the Malala Fund: What do criminals look like? Perfectly Imperfect Poetry Book on Thrift BooksPeople MentionedTrayvon MartinTamir RiceSandra BlandOrganizations to SupportThe People's ForumBRIC Arts Media  DefinitionsBoycotting: to refuse to buy or handle goods, or to refuse to participate in an event, as a form of protest.Coalition: formed when two or more people or groups temporarily work together to achieve a common goal.Colonialism: the practice of extending and maintaining political, social, economic, and cultural domination over a territory and its people, by another group of people who claim superiority.Doomscrolling: the act of spending an excessive amount of time reading or watching large quantities of negative news on the web and social media.Gender equality: equal access to resources and opportunities regardless of gender, including economic participation and decision-making, and the state of valuing different behaviors, aspirations, and needs equally.Lobbying: a form of advocacy, which lawfully attempts to directly influence legislators or government officials.Mutual aid: an organizational model where voluntary, collaborative exchanges of resources and services for common benefit take place amongst community members to overcome social, economic, and political barriers to meeting common needs.If you liked this episode, please rate and review the podcast on your favorite streaming platform. We appreciate your feedback.

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"The Mister" Mike Agostinho @mikeagostinho is bringing live reaction on Election Night 2025, this part 1 of the night doing some recapping of the match earlier in the day where our Eagles were victorious 5-0 over FC Arouca. The Mister reveals who he voted for in this episode and moves to breaking down the match and reading some of the local elections results as the reports come in. Check my recent guest appearance on An English View on Porto where I represented the Benfica perspective previewing this match! Click Here to Watch on YouTubeCheck Out My Latest Video on My YouTube Channel byClicking HereCheck Out the Latest 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

"The Mister" Mike Agostinho ⁠@mikeagostinho⁠ is bringing live reaction on Election Night 2025, this is part 2 of the night in the late night hours well after 3 am in Portugal when results were supposed to be announced but with 85,422 people casting votes counting will go on well into Sunday and we talk about a likely run off coming in 2 weeks between President Rui Costa and challenger Joao Noronha Lopes. I start breaking down how the politics are appearing to be heading to inevitable win and re-election for the incumbent Manuel Rui Costa. The opposition have 2 weeks to united and try to mobilize a comeback in the run-off. I'll give my thoughts and share some of the localities who's reports came in while recording. Check my recent guest appearance on An English View on Porto where I represented the Benfica perspective previewing this match! ⁠Click Here to Watch on YouTube⁠Check Out My Latest Video on My YouTube Channel by⁠Clicking Here⁠Check Out the Latest 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

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Tiq Milan holds many titles, trans advocate, writer, teacher, and mentor. Yet perhaps the most meaningful is simply: son. This role grants him a unique and powerful lens through which he approaches his diverse life callings. Whether he's encouraging, educating, or simply sharing a story, Tiq offers a compelling example of what humanity can aspire to be. Join the class as instructors BK Spades and Novacaine interviews Mr. Tiq Milan about family, trans advocacy, and his top 5 in hip-hop greatness.

"The Mister" Mike Agostinho @mikeagostinho is back after another International Break and this episode is dedicated to the club's Presidential Election coming up this Saturday!! Also there's some thoughts to be shared on the live television debate from Thursday night.Check my recent guest appearance on An English View on Porto where I represented the Benfica perspective previewing this match! Click Here to Watch on YouTubeCheck Out My Latest Video on My YouTube Channel byClicking HereCheck Out the Latest 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

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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!

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