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The Peddler & the Fairy: Part 9 The girls continue their shopping. In 10 parts, by Scholarly Mori. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels. "Now to go get new clothes!" Azalea sang as they exited the goblin smith's shop. She was happy and a bit amused, watching Chitchat walk unsteadily trying to acclimate to her new accessory. "Yes, we've had enough distractions for one day," asserted Reina. "We have a bit of a walk," groused Chitchat. "This way." [[MORE]] The job Chitchat had anticipated to be simple was proving more than she and her rear had bargained for. She rubbed her temples. Friendship assplugs? Really? Who even thinks of something like that? I've never even put my fingers in there before. Thought I was gonna pee myself. This should have been easy -- answer some questions, follow two rural girls around, watch them window shop, and make some money. Easy and simple. You can do it, Chitchat. Just a few more hours, and you'll be eating good and plug-free.' "Hey, Reina, look!" Chitchat's introspection was interrupted. She looked over her shoulder to see Azalea pointing from between Reina's breasts at a large bronze statue of a young arachne woman operating a loom. Reina surveyed the plaza. "They sure do like their urban sculptures." Lanterns placed strategically around the outer edge of the plaza aimed their light at the arachne woman's tapestry which reflected the colors back, bathing the surrounding area in variegated hues. "They are more than just decorative pieces," answered Chitchat. "They help people know which plaza is which since they are all designed the same. This one was erected in front of the tailor and seamstresses' neighborhood." Halfway down the street, Chitchat stopped at a storefront with an unusually wide set of double doors and a hanging sign of two crossed bobbins. "Here we are." "The Silky Loom," read Azalea, wiggling free from Reina. Chitchat leaned against a wooden post holding up the awning. "I'll wait out here while you two conduct your business." "Why?" asked Azalea. She looked down at her tattered cloak. "I'm usually not welcome in nice places like this." Azalea grabbed Chitchat's hand and pulled her past Reina."Then, I'll speak up for you if they don't like you." Reina gave an apologetic look as Chitchat was dragged once again by Azalea. Being the last to enter, Reina closed the door against the outside noise. Shelves of wool, hemp, muslin, and silk were neatly sorted by material, hue, and size on three walls. Hanging from the ceiling were nets filled with balls of yarn. Behind a heavy curtain lining the fourth wall, the patterned sound of a long clack followed by two short ones was heard. Reina took a step forward and felt the floor give slightly with a small creak. The clacking stopped. She looked down curiously. The carpet she stepped on had white threads extending out from it and underneath the veil. "Coming!" called a cheerful voice. A worn hand pushed aside the curtain, and out stepped an older arachne woman with an apron stuffed with needles and scissors. Her salt-and-pepper hair was tied in a bun. Her mature face had telltale crow's feet beginning to develop around her kindly eyes. "Not often do I get so many cute dearies wandering into my shop! Welcome!" She re-adjusted the black and gold shawl over her shoulders. "My name is Gertrude, one of the oldest shop owners in the city! How can I help you today? If you're just looking, you're welcome to browse as long as you wish, or if you have a specific request, I can make everything from formal to loungewear, made with any fabric you find in the store, including my own silk." Reina stepped forward. "We would like a price estimate for formal wear for a business meeting and two winter coats." "Three," Azalea corrected. "Three?" "Yes, something for Chitchat." Chitchat, who had been studying a display mannequin, looked up in surprise. "One gift was already more than enough. No need to trouble yourselves." The large arachne shook her head and marched over, looming over the younger girl. Chitchat slunk back. "Now, sweetie, none of that. I can't rightly feel good with such a young an' sweet thing such as yourself catching your death out in the cold this winter. Granny Gertrude will get you girls properly attired." She ushered them into a side fitting room, fawning disapprovingly over the tiny flaws in their current clothes: "The stitching on this cloak is abysmal! How do you even make clothes out of flowers? The hems on this blanket are way too low -- they'll fray them in no time!" She stopped mid-complaint. "When did you need these completed?" "The formal attire we need by tonight," replied Reina. "That doesn't give us much time. I think I can modify some pieces I already have. I should also have some doll clothes left over I'll be able to modify quick-like. Won't take any time at all! Any particular pattern or cloth you want them to be made out of?" Reina looked at the other girls. "We'll leave it to your judgment." "Splendid!" Gertrude effused and then regarded each girl's overall build and height. "I have a few ideas. I love when my customers give me creative freedom! I'm going to need to take some measurements. Who'd like to go first?" "I will." Azalea landed on a nearby table and assumed a T-pose, standing straight with her arms held out parallel to the table surface. "My name's Azalea, by the way." "And you certainly remind me of one!" Azalea fluttered her wings happily. "Just let me get something to jot some notes down." As the seasoned arachne turned around, Azalea's eyes were drawn to the darkened entrance to her silk hole at the back end of her abdomen. She wondered what it'd feel like to stick her arm inside. Shaking her head at the impolite thought, she jumped as a thread of silk shot out, clinging to the table edge beside her. With paper and chalk in hand, Gertrude snipped the thread and started sectioning off lengths with black marks. "Are you ok, dear? You look a bit red." "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to stare. I was just startled." "Good heavens, that was a bit improper of me, waving my bottom in front of your face like that. Technically, I'm supposed to get consent before I do that since some people get hot and bothered seeing me do that. Though I find it rather odd since my unmentionables are actually under my thorax. My memory isn't what it used to be." "We had to sign something like that at the last shop we visited," acknowledged Azalea. "If I sign it, can I see you do it again?" "I don't see why not." "Azalea, isn't that a little rude?" "It's alright, Reina, dear. I'm more than happy to indulge a healthy curiosity" She handed the girls a list of past signees. Upon receiving and nodding approvingly at their signatures, she turned around and reintroduced her abdomen. "All arachne produce silk, but not all use it because they either don't need to, due to their fast running speed or jumping prowess, or only use it sometimes. Take a look." She back up to the table. Azalea helped spread the opening as Gertrude relaxed her hole's entrance and peered inside. Seven little spinnerets were nestled in the shallow, moist cavity. "Arachne silk is a versatile substance; very strong yet light. We produce seven different types of silk: one for raising our young in, a thick one for web scaffolding, a sticky one for making the core part of a web, a strong and non-sticky one we can use like a rope, an intricate one for connecting threads to other threads, and one for creating little sticky droplets we can place along specific parts of a thread." "What's the last one for?" Azalea queried. "For wrapping up things, but male arachne have an alternative use. They don't have that organ humans use for mating, so they use it to hold their seed when they wish to mate." "Was your husband human?" "Yes. He was the most charming and sweetest man I've ever met. He didn't properly know how arachne conducted courtship, but he heard a rumor that male arachne give gifts of their seed to females. So he went out of his way to ask a male arachne for their special webbings just so he could deposit his seed into it and use it to propose to me." She put a hand to her cheek. "He misunderstood the meaning, but I found the attempt very romantic." "What did you do with it?" "I ate it." "You; ate it?" "Normally, when a male gives us that kind of gift, the two are already mates. It just means they want offspring, but I'm infertile, so I ate it. It's not uncommon. Silk-making takes a lot out of an arachne body, so they often eat their silk to recycle it." "My husband may have gotten the particulars mixed up, but it turned me on so much! Before he realized what was happening, I dragged him back home and spun a little suspended-web bed since he was a fair bit smaller than me. I accepted his offer, if you know what I mean. Was my first time mating human style. I quite liked it; but here I am just talking about myself." She set about measuring Azalea with the marking thread. "Are you three from around here?" "Reina and I aren't, but Chitchat is. I'm from a little fairy village in the north-central region. Reina is from the northeast. We both met Life-mate and arrived in town just today to live here with him." "How lovely! Let me welcome you to Iceford. It's a bit noisy at times but a safe place to live. Always lively and innovative. Ok, Azalea, I'm going to need to measure your chest next." Azalea lifted the flaps covering her chest, proudly displaying her breasts. "Ah, to be young again! Such soft, clear skin. I was quite a looker when I was your age. All the young men used to compliment me when I wore lacy stockings or very short skirts that barely covered them." She stroked the glossy black exoskeleton of her thigh and pedipalp. "And for some odd reason, a few wanted me to tie them up and do lewd things to them." "Really?" "I didn't really understand it but always found it amusing." "I'm sad for you not being able to have children," lamented Azalea. "I appreciate your feelings, deary. I do have regrets, but I'm busy enough where I don't get lonely much, and I'm content dressing up all you youngins in pretty clothes." "Well, if I ever see you around town, I'll definitely come say hi!" "That's very sweet of you. So, you are all together with the same special someone?" "Just Azalea and I. We both met Herd-mate very close to each other, time-wise. Chitchat is acting as our city guide for the day." "Does little Chitchat have a special someone?" "Not in the way you're asking. She's; more like someone I take care of." "I bet she appreciates you a lot." "In her own unique way, yes." "Well, that should do it." Gertrude patted Azalea on the head. "Shall we measure lovely Reina next?" Upon hearing her name, Reina tensed up and looked away, Gertrude noticed her trepidation. "Azalea, why don't you take Chitchat into the front room, choose some colored palettes you like, then take her to freshen up in the bathroom upstairs while I measure Reina. There should be a large, hot kettle you can use to heat up the water." "Sure thing!" Reina was still unsure whether it was the sheer force of charisma or confusion, but seeing a ratgirl being dragged away by a fairy a fraction of her size was something she wasn't getting tired of seeing, and she smiled. "Now, my dear, I noticed you seemed a bit uncomfortable. It's alright. No need to feel shy around granny. These old eyes have seen it all." "I'm sorry, it's just, " she hesitantly started as she removed her coat to reveal her scars. Gertrude frowned. "Good heavens! Who would do such a thing to such a lovely young woman? Brutes, I'd wager. People who wouldn't know refinement and beauty if it clobbered them over the head. You don't have to tell me how you got these, but I just want you to know that it's here that beauty continues to mature and blossom," she declared while pointing to her heart. "Take it from me. The outside matters less and less as you get older." "Life-mate k, kissed them the first time he saw them." "Sounds like you found yourself a keeper with a good head on his shoulders." The old weaver stepped back and looked Reina up and down. "This old seamstress knows a few tricks, so let's see if we can't turn your blemishes into something beautiful. My old grandweaver had a strong belief that even the messiest and most lopsided webs could be made beautiful with creativity." "There's really no need for you to go out of your way. I keep them covered well enough." Gertrude stood up straight. "As the foremost seamstress in the city, I'll tell you now! Us craftsmen don't apply our trade just to subsist on. We take pride in making new and more creative facets of beauty when applying our craft. I take great delight in tackling this challenge, so there is no reason we can't boost your self-image a little as well." She smiled warmly. "Now, please raise your arms." A sudden squeal, followed by giggling and a sudden splash, erupted from upstairs. "Sounds like those two are getting along well," Gertrude laughed. Reina sighed. "I'm sorry for all the mess Azalea is probably making." "It's perfectly alright. You youngsters' youthful energy is a delight to these old ears." She wrapped the measuring tape around Reina's chest. "Such lovely breasts. I'll have to make something special for them. While I can't make many large pieces, my specialty is making lacy lingerie from my silk. I'm sure you probably couldn't guess that." "May I make a small request?" asked Reina. "Of course!" "I'm going to be lactating soon, " "Oh, you're expecting?" "No, no, Azalea put the lactation crest on us so we could help Herd-mate with expenses. Could you make it so, " "So It's easy to gain access to suckle from?" Reina blushed. "So they don't stain the clothes." "Sure thing." Reina had redonned her coat when Azalea and a much cleaner but worn-out-looking Chitchat returned wearing only a towel. Azalea struggled to stay airborne while carrying several examples of colors she wanted, and Chitchat brought the rest. "I decided I want some combination of these colors! I heard the word lingerie. What is that?" demanded Azalea in her typical high-energy style. She set the spools on the table. "It's an undergarment worn primarily by humans to increase their sex appeal." "But how do you see it if it's under your clothes?" "Some outfits give little peeks and glimpses of the lingerie. Think of it as clothing that titillates or accentuates what's underneath. Oh, I can't wait to show you what I'm envisioning!" she bubbled. "But first, now that Chitchat looks freshened up, I'll take her measurements." Chitchat removed the towel, still not believing she was exposing herself twice in one day. Gertrude worked her way around, appraising Chitchat's petite form. "Such slender legs and arms you have, and these tiny hands we certainly must make some mittens for." Gertrude turned Chitchat around. "Your tail is so expressive. Please bend over a little." Chitchat did as she was asked. "Oh, this is a pretty little accessory!" Gertrude commented. "Yes, we just got them from Eitri's shop. Friendship assplugs! We all got one!" Azalea exclaimed. She turned around and bent over. Peering back between her legs, she pulled her ass cheeks apart. "Such a sunny color, isn't it?" Gertrude laughed. "Young people have such imaginative ways to express themselves these days." Finished with her measuring, she compiled all her notes and furiously drew up plans for the girls' outfits. Once the plans were complete, she handed them to Reina for review. "I don't know if we can afford all this, Azalea. Herd-mate was rather adamant about not wanting to spend the client's money." Gertrude reached for an abacus and did some calculations. "Taking into account the type of material and estimated amount as well as the number of outfits, we can apply the new customer discount, the cute discount, and the creative-freedom discount." She winked, rewrote a bill of sale, and handed it to Reina. "This should be the final price." Reina looked chagrined but grateful. "Thank you." "Then I'll get to work right away! I should be able to finish your coats before you leave, and I'll have someone deliver your formal attire by tonight." ---- It was late afternoon when the girls met up with Devin, each sporting their new winter coat. They wore matching wool-dyed, bluish-gray cloaks with large wooden buttons and a bunny-fur-lined hood embroidered with images that reminded one of winter. Reina's was different only in its length, extending all the way down her back and over her tail. "Life-mate! I missed you!" Azalea beelined into Devin's chest, giving him a big hug. "It's only been a few hours, but I missed you two as well. How'd it go?" "We had a very; full yet productive shopping trip," Reina replied. "We had so much fun, Life-mate! I can't wait to tell you all about it! How do we look?" Azalea did a little twirl. Devin nodded approvingly. "Adorable as always!" Azalea squealed in delight. "And Reina, equally as majestic. Though I doubt the cold bothered you much." "No, it doesn't, but I'm glad you like it. I can't wait to show you our new dresses tonight and; what's under them," she expressed with a slight blush. He kissed her. "I'll look forward to it." He turned his attention to Chitchat. She stood there awkwardly in her new coat. "I see you all got matching ones." "Y; yes, though I tried to tell them I didn't need one. Reina mentioned something about not spending a lot." "Sometimes it can't be helped. How does it feel?" Devin checked. "It is quite warm," she mumbled. "What's this, what's that!?!" cried an excited Azalea buzzing around the packages in Devin's arms. Reina's stomach growled. "Let's eat somewhere, and then I'll show you," he laughed, trying to dodge her closer inspection. Reina looked to Chitchat for suggestions. "Where should we eat?" "I know!" enthused Azlea, waving her hand. "I saw it before we went to the toy store." "Toy store?" asked Devin. "We'll tell AND show you after we eat,." shouted an impatient Azalea, already several paces away. Devin wondered what she meant as he followed the girls back to the corner with the fenced-off street, causing Devin to pause. Raising his eyebrow at Reina, he challenged, "You went down this street?" Reina pointed at Azalea. "Of course she did. That explains the toy store." "I didn't let her buy anything, Herd-mate," she affirmed. "I wouldn't have minded even if she did, but thank you for looking out for my coin purse, Reina." Chitchat lagged behind, trying to make sense of her feelings. She had set her mind on doing what she had to do to survive. It wouldn't be her first time swindling someone, but it was exceedingly rare for someone to be kind to her, much less give her things this nice or brand new. These chumps were too generous for their own good, and it was causing pesky feelings to arise, making her resolve falter. She pushed the feelings aside and quickened her pace when she saw they were getting too far ahead. "Found it!" Azalea shouted, nearly a block ahead. She pointed to the store-length sign above the window. "Bear Buns Bakery," Devin read aloud. Azalea peered in the storefront window. "I'm loving this street more and more!" she moaned and drooled, face plastered to the window. "They know how to set up an eye-catching display!" "The baker of such; risque confections such as these could almost have drawn inspiration from your special art collection," observed Reina. Arrayed behind the front window, on a slightly tilted display table, were cookies artfully shaped in a multitude of human and demi-human genitalia, surrounded by gingerbread men and women in adorable acts of love-making. Along the periphery were an assortment of similarly-themed pies and cakes with fruits, nuts, and glazes strategically placed to enhance the bawdy display. Azalea smiled smugly. "You're right! Great minds must think alike." This is your opportunity Chitchat! She thought to herself. Now, while their backs are turned! The bag of money hung from Reina's side. With them all huddled around the display, deft fingers and speedy legs would make for a successful grab-and-run before they even knew what had happened. However, for some reason, a tiny piece of her made her hesitate, and she derided herself over her weakness. The fleeting moment was lost. A bare bear ass smooshed against the glass door, causing a bell to ring as it pushed open. A tall woman with a physique that was undecidedly either muscular or plump backed out onto the street. Round, brown ears topped her head, sticking out from under a baker's hat. She was naked, aside from a light yellow apron with a bee pin in one corner covering her human parts. Thick fur covered the rest. She held a wooden folding sign in her fearsomely long-clawed hands. "Oh, hello there!" greeted the smiling portly grizzly woman. "Welcome to Bear Buns!" Everyone looked at her naked, stubby-tailed ass. "Just perusing, or can I entice you with supper tonight?" "We were deciding that," coughed Devin. "If it helps in your decision-making, pastries and baked goods are what we are mostly known for, but we also offer a more dinner-type fare." Devin looked at the girls. He was met with two nods and a grumbling stomach. "I suppose we will." "Wonderful! You may call me Sanna, or Momma Sanna, or Momma Bear -- whichever you like!" The merry woman opened the door and let them in. The interior matched her apron. It was bright and warm, and the ceiling was painted a gentle sky blue. The walls were a mural of flowery fields with scantily-clad bee girls engaged in playfully suggestive acts with aluranes, dryads, and several other plant demi-humans. Potted sunflowers dotted the room to add their cheery faces to the ambiance. "We mostly serve takeout, but we do have a few places for sit-down dining. Please feel free to sit anywhere. I'll go bring you some fresh milk," Sanna said, disappearing into the kitchen. There weren't many options for seating, about five tables in all. Still, they were designed to accommodate the wide assortment of body types found in the city. They chose a table in the corner, near a window, with a prominent flat-padded bench in a corner that allowed Reina to lie down next to the table. Devin sat next to Chitchat on the opposite side, and Azalea perched herself on the table nearest the window. The grizzly woman returned and placed several glasses on the table. "A little something to warm you up from the chill outside." "Hallie, how long are you gonna hide back there?" she shouted behind her. A bunny girl hopped out. Her lower half was covered in soft chestnut brown fur. Her human upper half was covered with an apron identical to Sanna's. One of her long ears stood tall and erect while the other hung loosely. As she rounded the front counter, it smacked her in the face, causing her to trip over her feet and fall face-first in front of everyone. "And here is my mascot and cute ditzy assistant, Hallie. When she's done flashing her dainty bits at ya, she'll be taking your order." The head-under-heels bunny girl took a suspicious amount of time to collect herself, giving ample time to appreciate her poofy tail and prim pink vulva. She jumped up and rubbed her sore button nose. "I'm so sorry! I'm a little clumsy at times. As you heard, my name is Hallie. It's nice to milk you! I mean, it's nice to milk me; You; it's nice to meet you! I'll be taking your orders today!" she stuttered. For some reason, Devin noticed two small wet spots at the top of her apron. He looked at the milk he was holding, then saw her looking intently at him, he guessed maybe waiting for his opinion. He took a sip. "Is this your milk!" queried Devin. With a hint of shyness, she returned, "Yes, it is! Ho; how is it?" "It's delicious. Refreshing with a hint of sweetness." She relaxed. "I'm glad. Normally, momma provides it, but since I'm her brand new hire, it frees her's up to use in baking." "Can I have some more?" inquired Azalea after downing the rest of hers. "Um, I might have a little more left. I only just recently received my milkmaid license, so I don't produce very much yet. I can make just enough for about four glasses." Azalea held out her glass. "Oh, so are we! I mean, we will be lactating soon, too!" Azalea rubbed her lower belly. "I gave Reina and I the lactation crest, but Life-mate needs to hurry up so he can help me fuel Reina's." "I'm making progress. In the meantime, we still have to get your citizen IDs and guild cards before we get your licenses. Maybe, if we have time after we eat, we can get the ball rolling," added Devin. "Ok, but I'm waiting to activate mine since I want to experience it together with Reina." "How delightful," said Sanna returning with menus and passing them around. "Hallie doesn't have any affinity, so we had to induce her the normal way. She was so eager, she massaged her boobs every day till the first drops started to appear." "Saaaaanaaa, don't tell them that! It's embarrassing!" the bunny girl cried. Sanna laughed. "You lucky folk are the first customers to try her milk, so enjoy." Sanna returned to the kitchen, leaving Hallie to her job. Hallie pulled her apron to the side and took Azalea's glass. Lightly milking her breast downward, she squeezed the soft, pink nipples, sending spurts of milk into the empty container. After milking both breasts, she handed a three-fourths full glass back. "I'm sorry. That's all I have left." "No, no! Thank you for letting me enjoy it." Azalea's wings fluttered happily as she drank. Hallie recovered her breasts and played with her hair nervously. "So c; can I get you to eat me? I mean, what can I get you to eat?" Devin hid his smile behind the menu. "What sounds good to you, girls?" Reina ran her finger down the page. "Soup or stew might be nice since it's cold. I'll probably go with this garden vegetable stew with sourdough bread." "Agreed. This summer squash soup with rye bread sounds appetizing to me," mused Devin. "I like sweet things, so maybe I'll try this sweet potato soup," Azalea added, setting the menu down. Chitchat perused the listed dishes. "I've never had food this fancy before." "Might I recommend the melted satyress cheese sandwich and potato leek soup?" Hallie suggested. "Alright! I'll try that, I guess." The bunny waitress took the menus and left to fulfill their orders. Chitchat remained mostly silent, only half-listening to the other three chatter away about their day. She brooded more on why she was not herself today. Stupid rat! You missed a prime opportunity earlier. You just had to let these people and their stupid kindness make you feel guilty, As she took a sip of Hallie's milk, she admitted that if she had done what she had planned, she wouldn't have been able to experience the amazing food she could smell from the kitchen. The smell intensified as Hallie returned with their orders. She placed the bowls in front of their respective hungry customers, bowed, and returned to the kitchen. Chitchat picked up her spoon and took a bite. The fare, albeit simple to her, was some of the best she'd ever had. She felt her chest tighten with emotion. Reina looked at her fairy friend. "Looks like you got a complimentary side salad, Azalea. If it's too much, eat what you can, and I'll finish the rest." "I should be able to finish it, but I'm not happy about it. Mom used to always get on me about eating vegetables and table manners: 'Azalea make sure you eat everything on your plate; stop letting your wings droop; don't slouch; stop masturbating at the table." "At least now you have another reason to eat your vegetables! You want to have a healthy body to produce as much milk of the highest quality as you can." "I know, I know, but they are so bitter." "Looks like they also added some pine nuts as well," Reina attempted to soothe. "Not the kind I like. Life-mate has the only kind of nut I really like." She turned up her nose while taking a bite. "But Herd-mate's tastes bitter too. What's the difference?" "Completely different!" she asserted. "This is plenty bitter. His is warm and creamy and makes me feel all warm and tingly between my legs." "Well, maybe this will distract you a bit from the taste." Devin laid out the things he had bought from Antoris on the table. Azalea jumped up. "Present time!" He unwrapped the cloth containing the remade jewelry box and pushed it toward her. "I had this made for you so you can hang your clothes, store your drawings, and whatever else you want." "Thank you, Life-mate! I love it, and I love you!" She flew up and kissed him all over his face. "But that's not all! There's another surprise inside." Azalea grabbed the honey-colored box and shook it gently. She heard not one but several things rattling. Upon opening the twin doors, the sweet scent of fresh-cut cedar hit her. She looked up at Devin excitedly, seemingly at a loss for words, and back inside the box. "Well, don't leave us in suspense, Azalea! What's inside?" laughed Reina. Azalea pulled out many phallic-shaped dildos, from small fairy size up to Devin's size. "I think these will help stretch you out over time," Devin concluded. "I can't wait to try them! But I suppose I'll have to wait till after we go out tonight! Thank you again, Life-mate. Your little soon-to-be-cock-sleeve couldn't be happier!" "You're welcome, but make sure you do it slowly. Remember how painful it was the first time we tried." "I will." Turning his attention to Reina, Devin confessed, " I'm sorry, but your gift will take a bit more time. It's going to be part of the wagon, and he didn't have enough material. Also, it was quite big and would have been awkward to carry around." "It's alright, Herd-mate. I will look forward to it with growing anticipation." "And lastly, Chitchat, I had a little something made for you. Consider it a small bonus for taking care of my girls, especially the handful one." "Hey, I resemble that remark!" Azalea quipped. Chitchat looked hard at the cloth-covered object. She put her spoon down and unwrapped a wooden dagger sheath, intricately wrought with engravings of a line of dancing rats. "T; thank you," she said, barely above a whisper. Sanna and Hallie returned. "Each of your dishes comes with a dessert." They passed four plates out. In front of Azalea, she placed an impressively elaborate, womb-shaped gingerbread structure filled with a white pudding. Reina was given a plate of four different cookies, each shaped like a different demi-human penis', topped with cream. Devin received a small tart layered with peach slices, shaped like a human cunt, topped with a cherry and fresh cream at the bottom. Lastly, Sanna smiled as she placed two round, jiggly puddings with a cherry placed in the middle in front of Chitchat. The ratgirl took a bite. As the mellow, sweet, fruity flavor spread over her taste buds, a lump formed in her throat. She looked down at the dagger case again, then at her new coat, and finally at the trio animatedly voicing their positive opinions to Sanna. "Chitchat? What's wrong?" Azalea asked, suddenly concerned. "What?" "You're crying." She put a hand to her wet cheek. "I, " She wiped the tears away. "I just, " The more she tried to dry her eyes, though, the more the tears fell. "I'm sorry!" she suddenly blurted out and broke down crying. Azalea zipped over and tried to give her a consoling hug. "Sorry for what?" "For deceiving you!" Everyone looked at her, startled and puzzled. "I'm not really a guide. I'm a thief and pickpocket. I only took this guide job because I thought I could get paid on top of stealing that bag of money you were carrying with you." She paused and bawled. "But; but you were so nice to me. You didn't look down on me like dirty street vermin, and then you started giving me presents and calling me a friend and; and; I'm sorry!" She put her face in her hands, weeping. Everyone looked uncertain about what to do with this revelation. Everyone except Sanna. She stood up to her full height, grabbed the little ratgirl right out of her seat, along with Azalea, and embraced her in a full bear hug. Azalea continued to rub and pat Chitchat's head. "You didn't in the end, and no one got hurt. I still consider you my new friend!" Chitchat sniffled, calming down a little. "You're too trusting." "Maybe so, but I'd rather be wrong in the attempt than not be trusting." "I've raised two girls who got into all sorts of mischief and trouble. While there may have been consequences, I don't believe it's ever too late to change for the better," added Sanna. "Yes, yes! You can start over as the adorable girl who went along with all my selfish requests today!" Sanna put down the puffy-eyed ratgirl. Hallie lent the edge of her apron to dry her tears. "Today was kinda fun," she sniffled. "But I'm still not so sure about the friendship plugs." Several eyebrows raised while Azalea laughed. Devin eyed the girl. "I am glad to see my instincts are still sharp since I thought something was off about you." At that, Chitchat hung her head. "But coming clean about your intentions makes me want to give you a second chance." Devin handed her the other half of the guiding payment and placed the knife sheath in her hands to reaffirm his words, "So you don't cut a hole in your new clothes." She gave a little smile and looked toward Reina. "Well, you haven't done me any harm, and I feel no ill will. I thank you for your guidance during our shopping today." "Um, I should probably tell you something else. My real name is Suvi." Azalea crawled between her ears and hung down over her face. "Chitchat was cute, but Suvi fits you more!" She glanced to Devin. "I still feel bad for Suvi's situation. Can we raise her standard of living somehow?" "Maybe this Whitegold place is needing another employee?" "Whitegold, eh? I'm quite sure she'll be able to find a job there," stated Sanna. Suvi put her knife in the sheath and pocketed her payment. "How can you be sure?" "I know the owner, and should it not work out for some reason or another, you would be most welcome to help Hallie prep my kitchen in the morning. I don't know how many bowls of flour she's broken." "It was only five," demurred a fidgeting Hallie. "Five too many!" Sanna laughed. "I won't be able to provide a place to sleep, though, like Whitegold could." "What kind of place is this Whitegold." "It's a place that server food and drinks. The employees there are all girls and are well taken care of." "If I worked here, would I have to wear only an apron, too?" questioned Suvi. "Not if you don't want to, but before Hallie's ass-flashing loses its novelty, our customers might enjoy seeing a new one. But I would encourage you to try Whitegold first. I think you'll enjoy the perks there more." Once everyone had finished eating, they all thanked Sanna and Hallie and filed out. Sanna called out a "see you again!" from the door. Just a block from the bakery, Devin suggested, "I think we have enough time to stop by the admin office and get you girls your guild cards." "You said it'd be as pretty as yours, right?" asked Azalea. "Yes. They are costly but worth it in the long run." "Let's do it!" With Devin leading the way this time, they walked briskly toward the middle of the city. Abruptly, he slowed and asked: "So what was that about friendship plugs?" "Oh, that! Well, now would be a great time to show you. Let's go over there." Azalea led them down an empty side alley. "I suppose I have to show mine as well." "Pleeease, Suvi!" Azalea begged. "Fine," she sighed, turning around. Reina and Azalea followed suit. She pointed at Devin with her tail and shared, "Consider this a thank you for forgiving me." Azalea called out. "Ready? One, two, three!" All three girls pulled their coats up over their asses. Suvi pushed her belts aside while Azalea spread her cheeks wide. Devin looked at the three citrine-gemmed plugged holes. "You three got matching sex toys?" "Not just matching, they are a physical manifestation of our friendship!" Azalea chirped. "An odd way to express it, but ok." "She's way too proud of them!" complained Suvi. "Can I stop now?" "Not yet! There is a special feature Eitri told me about." "Special?" Suvi hesitated. "Feature?" swallowed Reina. "Yep!" Azalea touched a finger to the gem in her own till she felt a click. She did the same to Suvi's and Reina's and then placed both hands on their hips. Both girls jumped as the plugs buzzed to life. Suvi tensed. "What is this feature!?!" "Eitri said when you turn it on, as long as you stay within physical contact, it vibrates! Two or more friends could all hold hands, mutually basking in the emotional and physical manifestation of their friendship. Doesn't it feel amazing!" "It's surprisingly strong," noted Reina. "Too strong!" squeaked Suvi. "I wonder if I touch you in different places if it changes the intensity?" Azalea traced her fingers down Suvi's ass and circled around until she touched her plug directly. Suvi's legs buckled. "I'm not sure I'm ready to start out with this level of friendship!" Azalea took her hand away. Suvi was red-faced and breathing heavily. "Thanks to you, I'm all horny and wet now." "I'm an expert at fixing that. May I help you cum?" Suvi regarded Reina and Devin. "I'm not sure I can with an audience, but you've already seen every part of me, so I guess I'll try." "I'll help make it a bit more discreet." Reina relocated so she faced the street and blocked the view from there. "Ready, my cute little rat?" Suvi, still squatting, spread her knees. Azalea re-positioned herself behind, admiring her swollen, red cunt. Azalea placed her tiny hands on the slick folds. Immediately, the vibrations returned. They were still focused around her anus, but with Azalea's ministrations, pleasure was steadily building throughout her body. "Azalea, don't get your new clothes wet," Devin warned. "Oh yes, I forgot. You're not a squirter, are you, Suvi?" Her eyelids fluttered open, and she began panting. "A what?" "Do you squirt when you cum?" "No, but this is more intense than anything I've ever felt!" "Well, just in case, I'll stand beside you." She moved to the side of Suvi's bottom. She rolled up her sleeve and busily started working her hand into the entrance of Suvi's vagina. From that angle, she could still push her small arm up into the tight, velvety insides. With her free hand, she pushed and prodded Suvi's plug, slightly changing its angle and depth. "I; I'm close," Suvi moaned. "I can see that. Let me hear your cute cries!" Suvi felt herself peak. Her body contracted as the first dry orgasm washed over her, but the second had loosened her bladder. During the third wave, she squirted a little. The post-orgasmic relaxation left her forgetful of her surroundings, trembling, and unable to control herself. She fell back against Devin's leg and emptied the rest of her bladder as Azalea backed away, licking the juices off her hand. As Suvi came back to her senses, she saw Azalea nodding her approval. Devin handed her a handkerchief, and she suddenly became self-conscious, quickly wiping herself dry and hesitantly handing it back. She re-dressed in silence. "Post-lunch orgasms are the best!" Azalea stated. "Did you have one?" asked Reina. "No, I wanted to make sure Suvi got the best one she ever had." "It was certainly that," the ratgirl acknowledged. "I can do it to you again whenever you want." "One, I think, is more than enough." With Azalea and Reina continuing to enjoy their new toy, Suvi made an effort to ensure she didn't accidentally bump into the large Whitehorn. Once the ladies were sated, they cleaned up, redressed, and continued on their journey with Devin in the lead. Upon reaching the center of town, they crossed an expansive arched bridge to the central council building. "Never been here before," Suvi confessed, looking up at the high-vaulted ceiling inside the reception room. After waiting in line, they approached the receptionist, to who they explained their purpose. She brought the appropriate forms and explained, "This one's your citizen ID. It's mainly to let the bureaucracy know that you are a family." Azalea whispered in Devin's ear on her way to an open spot on the counter. He answered for them all to hear, "If you two girls could fill out these Guild entry forms, I'll help fill out Suvi's." "Which is this?" Azalea held up the paper and squinted. "Is this my Guild entry? Why do I need it again?" "Well, you technically don't, but if you are going to work in any official capacity, it gives you some weight behind you as a potential employee. You also get discounts and perks depending on what rank you're in. Sapphire: 5% discount; Emerald: 10%; Amethyst: 15%; Ruby: 20%; and Diamond: 25%. Amethyst and up gives you access to certain guild functions, parties, festival events, etc., to network and make connections. Since you girls are new, you'll start in Sapphire." "Good enough for me." After she finished filling out all the blanks and signing her name, she handed it to the receptionist. With all the paperwork filled out, the secretary looked it over approvingly. "Everything looks in order. Since your ID and guild cards are two sides of the same badge, it'll take time to craft them, and they should be ready in a few days, but here is a rough idea what it'll entail." With that, she showed them sample cards she had prepared. Reina D. Ebonplume Weight: 500 Lbs | Height: 8.5 Feet Birth date: Autumn 34, 3608 Year of the Dryad Citizen of Iceford Merchant Guild Member Sapphire Rank Milkmaid ---------------------- Azalea Ebonplume Weight: 150g | Height: 7 Inches Birth date: Spring 15, 3605 Citizen of Iceford Merchant Guild Member Sapphire Rank Milkmaid ---------------------- Suvi Norvetica Weight: 70 Ibs | Height: 4' 7" Birth date: Summer 2, 3596 Year of the Dryad Citizen of Iceford ------- The sun was setting when they returned to Jeni's. At some point before they returned home, someone had left the girls' new clothes with her. They found the little owl abuzz in her typically mechanical way, examining the girls' new clothes and catching snippets of their adventures throughout the day. She was a little shy of Suvi at first, but her charisma soon disarmed any hesitancy the little owl felt. "Young patron and friends, are you leaving this one again tonight?" "Yes. We have a business meeting to go to." Her wings drooped. Azalea, striking upon an idea. "Life-mate, can Jeni go with us?" "I don't see why not." Jeni perked up. "I do not know what purpose my presence would be, seeing as I know nothing about economics. Wouldn't my presence be a hindrance?" "The girls also have no reason to go, but it's a chance to get out of your workshop and spend time with everyone." "This one did not go clothing shopping with the others." "Do you have any formal clothes?" Jeni thought for a moment. "My graduation robes from the academy." "That should be fine. Perfect, and since Life-mate already gave us our presents, it's time for us to show him his!" All four disappeared into the back room to get changed, leaving Devin alone. "Guess I should get changed, too." He found an empty corner and dug out his outfit reserved for guild functions with the more well-to-do business owners. A high-collared lace vest, a long sash tied around his waist, and pants tucked into high boots completed the ensemble. As he changed, he played back the events of the day, occasionally hearing a giggle and the murmur of chatter from the adjacent room. The girls' door opened just as he finished buckling a cape over his left shoulder. Azalea came in first, pretending not to notice him. Her hair was unbraided and done up in a bun, held together by a butterfly hairpin. She fluttered around, exaggerating the flow of her one-piece, white and violet kirtle. She acted surprised to see him, coyly coming close, then she crossed her arms, exemplifying the upside-down 'A' cutout showing a generous amount of under-cleavage. While it covered more of her body than her flower dress, it was opaque enough to see an undergown. The undergown was embroidered with crocus, snowdrops, leucojum, and other winter flowers tactically placed to hide the parts of her normally kept private while, at the same time, drawing the eye to those tantalizingly censored parts. "Here we are -- your two presents, Life-mate!" Reina entered right behind. Her demure movements were further dignified by her gown of arachne satin dyed midnight blue and interspersed with snowflakes matching the silver filigree on her horns. A lacy choker set with a sapphire-encrusted brooch of a snow-covered mountain peak, an heirloom of the matriarchs of her family, was clasped about her neck. Devin's eyes wandered down over Reina's womanly figure. A black bodice laced with ribbon hugged her torso, making her already large breasts spill over slightly. She strode to the middle of the room, making the glossy material ripple and giving the illusion of falling snow. With long white gloves, she played with the end of her hair which was done up in a braided ponytail and draped over her shoulder. Whoever the seamstress had been, Devin approved of their taste. Reina's lips curled slightly upon seeing Devin's engrossed assessment of her. Azalea landed on her composed friend's antlers and whispered into her ear. "Must we ruin the moment?" "You mean enhance! Ready, Reina? Aaaaand, go!" Both girls attempted a seductive pose. Devin tried to stifle his laughter but failed. "See? I told you Herd-mate would find this silly." "But it was fun." "Silly or not, you both are lovely, and I love you very much." He pulled them both into an embrace and kissed each of them. "I wanted Suvi to do it with us, Life-mate, but I couldn't persuade her." Suvi poked her head out the door. "I have to draw the line somewhere." "Come on out and show everyone," Azalea summoned. Stepping out from behind the door, she raised her arms and looked over the simple red wool tunic with soft leather-laced jerkin. It was decorous, so it maintained her tomboyish appearance. "It's quite easy to move in it." She tightened the belt around her waist and adjusted her twin tails. "I guess that leaves one more," Devin noted. "This one is still uncertain if this is appropriate attire for an outing," she complained, but Jeni drew everyone's attention as she entered the room last. She was, in every sense, dressed as an academic. A flat-topped scholar's hat set low over her head with a feathered quill sticking out from the top. An open-front, hoodless cowl, held together with two gold chains, laid on top of a heavy, pine green, sleeveless robe. Four polished, inkwell-shaped brass buttons decked the robe which hung to her ankles. She flapped her wings experimentally. Devin reached for her hat. "If you leave this, I think it'll be fine." "Jeni is so smart looking!" praised Azalea. "I'm so glad you're coming with us!" "We were supposed to wait for someone to escort us, yes?" reminded Reina. Devin smoothed down Jeni's feathers. "Around eight, if I recall." As if on cue, they heard a knock at the door. Devin rose and opened it. In the lantern glow of the front porch stood a slim-tailed weasel woman. She wore masculine, form-fitting breeches and a ruffled white shirt. Looking over the merchant with beady black eyes, she bowed and introduced herself. "My name is Sable, Stewardess of Whitegold." She pulled out a monocle and looked them over. "Mr. Ebonplume and guests, I presume?" "Yes, that is us," he declared. "Very good. I am here to escort you to a meeting at our establishment tonight." Devin looked over his shoulder. "We are ready." Sable held open the door to a sleek, white and gold gilded, enclosed coach. Jeni and Suvi hopped in along with Azalea. Devin turned apologetically to Reina. "I'm sorry, Reina." "It's alright, Herd-made. I am not fond of enclosed spaces, and a brief walk will feel refreshing." Sable closed the door as soon as Devin stepped in and climbed into the driver's seat. With a flick of the reins, they set off into the night. To be continued in part 10, by Scholarly Mori for Literotica.

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Week 100! The time has finally come. Our 100th episode. What an achievement! Who better to have join us than our own mother, Brad. Let us all come together and listen as she explains why Wes is everyone's favorite. Enjoy! --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/deafdialogue/message

Looking 4 Healing Radio with Dr. Jana Schmidt – It is heart-wrenching, to say the least, to find out your child is being denied rights, withheld freedoms, and bullied by those who were supposed to protect them. How, then, do we as parents respond? In true Momma Bear style, we stand for them, beside them, and in front of them when necessary. There are effective ways to protect or regain our children's rights and freedoms and...

Looking 4 Healing Radio with Dr. Jana Schmidt – It is heart-wrenching, to say the least, to find out your child is being denied rights, withheld freedoms, and bullied by those who were supposed to protect them. How, then, do we as parents respond? In true Momma Bear style, we stand for them, beside them, and in front of them when necessary. There are effective ways to protect or regain our children's rights and freedoms and...

From Deep Darkness to a New Light with Kiki Hurwitt A mental health/wellness advocate, mid-life athlete (53), and NASM Certified Behavior Change Coach, Kiki Hurwitt lives her life practicing kindness first, the same type of kindness that she experienced during some of the darkest times in her life.  At the age of 28, Kiki suffered the most devastating loss of her life.  After suffering a miscarriage with twin babies, Kiki became a widow just eight weeks later when her husband suffered a massive heart attack at the age of 29.  Completely devastated and now a single parent to a beautiful 2-year-old son, Kiki did all that she could to not collapse into the depths of depression.  Then, eighteen months later, she contracted a life-threatening illness that slipped her into a coma that caused her to lose her right lung and be away from her son for seven months.  In early 2021, after being diagnosed as prediabetic with high cholesterol and other poor health markers, Kiki knew something needed to change and fast.  So, she embarked on a transformational health journey that took her deep within, exploring dark corners that had been long ignored and needed healing.   Her journey resulted in a physical weight loss of 47 pounds and a newfound confidence at a body-building gym, doing deadlifts and pull-ups at 53!  Most importantly, she found her voice again and a belief that it is the small wins that solidify true transformation from the inside out.   Now remarried to an amazing man who was heaven-sent, Kiki spends her days being Momma Bear to her wonderful family while helping others recognize their unlimited potential as they learn to celebrate their progress and show up as their true authentic selves like she has been doing.  Listen in as Kiki, and I sit down to discuss how unfathomable loss and unimaginable heartbreak led her on a journey of profound personal transformation that gave her the courage to share her voice again to help others and how it has all led her to discover her path to FEARLESS HAPPYNESS!  

Momma Bear, mental health/wellness advocate, mid-life athlete (53), NASM Certified Behavior Change Coach, 25+ career in corporate risk management.   After being diagnosed as prediabetic with high cholesterol and other poor health markers in early 2021, Kiki embarked on a transformation health journey that took her deep within exploring dark corners that had been long ignored and needed healing. Her gritty journey resulted in a physical weight loss of 47 pounds and a newfound confidence in a body builders' gym doing deadlifts and pull ups at 53! But most importantly, she found courage to share her voice, give air to deep trauma, wrap herself in a community of dynamic and like-minded women, and ultimately find her light… maybe for the first time!   Show Notes: [4:02] - After her story, you will look at life differently, be inspired, and become even more grateful for the people in your life. [10:32] - The interview with Kiki begins. Learn about her name and why Kiki suits her. [14:58] - Kiki was married to her dream guy and he died suddenly in the 90s. [18:47] - Extreme grief is radioactive. People don't know how to carry it with you. [22:23] - 18 months after her husband's death, Kiki became extremely ill. We carry grief in our lungs and the infection attacked her there. [29:49] - Through this experience, Kiki learned the power of visualizing. [33:52] - Kiki describes what happened while she was in a sudden coma as a single mom to a new community. [40:17] - After going through these major life events, she decided to take her life back. [45:49] - When you see someone showing off their looks and sharing things that they are proud of, you don't know their whole story. [48:38] - Kiki's weight journey was impacted by her past. Her career in the corporate world drove her to not take care of herself. [51:13] - Covid-19 lockdowns in 2020 created an expectation of no boundaries and no separation between home and work life. [53:45] - Kiki met her husband online and has been happily married for 15 years. Her bonus daughter is a holistic health coach. [60:46] - She describes the beginning of her health and fitness journey and leaving her corporate job. [65:50] - In the program that has really changed her life, she has done a lot of mindset work. [68:22] - Kiki describes the experience of going through an unsafe relationship. [71:50] - She felt so much shame that she started to self-harm. [77:00] - What is co-creation? In Kiki's situation, her trauma drew in a relationship that matched her vibration. [81:18] - A good thing that came out of this horrible situation is the connection she made with his ex-wife. [87:47] - She began to build a healthy relationship with herself. [91:04] - Jill didn't realize how much she was avoiding health and wellness conversations. [93:40] - “When the pain of staying where I was got so great, that was when I was ready to change. And it was work. And I needed help.” [96:33] - Around self-love and taking care of herself, there was no trust.  [100:16] - Jill and Kiki talk about recent “ah-ha” moments. [102:18] - Do the thing that builds trust and keep showing up. I know there was something in this episode that you were meant to hear. Let me know what that is. Thank you for being here today with me on our healing journeys.  

This week on Black Hoodie Alchemy, we finally have our first lady guest on the show! While this show does have a little bit of a male slant, we've always maintained a solid third of lady listeners and I apologize for this taking so long! It's been a combination of me enjoying the company of my best researcher homies, doing solo shows, and having tricky scheduling. I wasn't even sure who the first female guest would be for a while, but I'm pleased to announce that it's working scientist, biologist, and longtime listener of the show, codenamed: Momma Bear! Having been a longtime practicing mystic, occultist, and biologist, Momma Bear is a BHA listener that's lived a full life with a great deal of insight to share! We talk about the Divine Feminine in esoteric philosophy in Jungian psychoanalysis, recommended lady philosophers and magicians, paranormal activity in children, Houdini and his colleague (perhaps even muse) Rose Mackenberg, and female pharaohs in Egyptian culture. We also take the time to discuss aspects of Mother of the Mysteries to include the Egyptian goddess Isis, and the relationship she and other figures have to Mother Mary in Christian theology. In this vein, we also discuss what the Divine Feminine and comparative religion at large mean to the modern scientific method. Science itself seems to have no soul, ethics, or morals, and many argue that this is how it should be. However, the evidence empirically suggests otherwise. Science compels us towards ethics and morality, if we use it properly -- and in today's society, we've lost the plot. One might say in many ways that modern science today is far too masculine, and would do well to have more of a nurturing touch, so Momma Bear helps me sift through all this and more! We hope you dig it. Related show on Goethean Science Further show considerations of the Divine Feminine Siren Song and the Anima (Divine Feminine) Evolution of God & Goddess Momma Bear on Instagram Momma Bear on Twitter my linktree to my books DIVE MANUAL, HUNT MANUAL, MERCH & MORE! This week's featured music! Don't forget to support that black hoodie rap and all your favorite independent artists! Cut Your Teeth - Salt Whirl - MUTT Way It Used to be - Tribesmen x Arkeologists Another Saturday Night - MUTT --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/blackhoodiealchemy/message Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/blackhoodiealchemy/support

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Michael Thomas Sandknop, Webster University Master's graduate joins Debbie and Megan in studio talking about his student film "Momma Bear Down" which has been Academy Award for student films.

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As promised, this episode is a repost of an IG Live I did a few weeks after my first son Jonah was born. His birth story truly shifted me as a person. He and I both were pushed to our brink. I felt my own mortality in a way I had never experienced before and simultaneously learned the true lesson of “I can do hard things”. Oh, did I mention that I was visited my spirit guides? And they forshadpwed just how equally challenging and gratifying it all would be? YEAH, this episode is a DOOZY! This episode also features my dear friend, Brandy Brooks. Thank you Bran, you're the best!  --- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/rachel-laforce/support

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In the mid-1980's, Mark was approached by Lockheed to create some artwork for a second generation aircraft in a family of vehicles that later became know as the "Aurora", and over the course of the following twenty years, he became aware of a vast array of experimental aircraft and propulsion systems that defy reality to the present day. It became apparent from his discussions with friends working in the industry and people who worked on its periphery, that the United States (or some agency within the government) has had some manner of anti-gravity propulsion since the mid-to-late 1960's. In late 1988 Mark became aware of a specific program developed by Lockheed Skunkworks under the name of "Alien Reproduction Vehicle" or "ARV". A system also referred to as the "Fluxliner", culminating in the development of three different size vehicles: One which was about 24 feet in diameter, code-named "Baby Bear" a 60 foot version, code-named "Momma Bear", and a large craft between 124 and 130 feet in diameter, code-named "Poppa Bear". Each craft had the same general shape and proportions with the exception of its hatch and "synthetic vision system" which remained uniform through all sizes of the craft. It's propulsion was based upon the use of what has been called "Zero-Point Energy", and it was said to be capable of "light speed or better" according to one three star general making a presentation on the craft. Investigating this technology and the science behind it became a personal obsession of his, eventually to the detriment of my career. Mark later became a witness in The Disclosure Project of Dr. Stephen Greer, speaking along with 21 other witnesses before the press at the National Press Club in Washington, D.C. in May of 2001. - www.markmccandlish.com ******************************************************************To listen to all our XZBN shows, with our compliments go to: https://www.spreaker.com/user/xzoneradiotv*** AND NOW ***The ‘X' Zone TV Channel on SimulTV - www.simultv.comThe ‘X' Chronicles Newspaper - www.xchroniclesnewpaper.com

In today's episode: I'm taking on the doubts that are floating through your mind and challenging them with some 'hard like gold' truths. If you are afraid, trying to keep your safety and comfort in tact, but not accomplishing what you're called to as a coach, then you will want to listen to this episode! ***VIParts of this episode to refer to: Book a FREE Possibility Session or a Coaching Clarity Session HERE Colossians 3:9-10 "Do not lie to one another, since you laid aside the old self with its evil practices, and have put on the new self who is being renewed to a true knowledge according to the image of the One who created him" Romans 6:6 "knowing this, that our old self was crucified with Him, in order that our body of sin might be done away with, so that we would no longer be slaves to sin" 'Oceans' by Hillsong   Welcome to the Christian Life Coach Collective!

We have a spectacular guest in Dr. Kim Thor-Adams today!! Unapologetically standing up for our children's rights is what we do in chiropractic! I know as a parent for the last 14 years, the last 2 ½ have been particularly challenging! From masking to everyone's opinion on what is safe for our kids instead of trusting our parents to make the right decision! We have to trust our guts or our most trusted advisors! Are you that for your community? Let's Get It!!  www.drkimthor.com

Cáel’s tombstone: For the love of women, women put him here.By FinalStand. Listen and subscribe to the podcast at Steamy Stories.Victory in battle is a matter of skill. Victory in war is a matter of persistence.(Tuesday)Aya followed me to Medical for my daily checkup. It seemed I was no longer to be trusted with my welfare. Aya found the visit fascinating; not because it was new. Because she knew so many of the personnel. That sucked. The frisky doctor took care of me with the bonus of a little exchange with Aya.“He’s got a really big ‘thing’,” Aya chirped. I was suddenly wishing Elsa had given me a concussion.“Oh, I know,” the doctor smiled at Aya.“He’s quite proficient too. Loraine said he has had over 150 sexual encounters and he’s so good he gets stabbed a lot,” Aya related. I wasn’t sure how one led to the other, though they did.“Do you like having sex with women, Cáel?” the doctor teased me.“Not when I’m sleeping,” I sighed.“I keep him safe when he’s sleeping,” Aya provided. “Its real serious work.”“Aya sleeps in your bed?” the doctor was a tad bit suspicious.“To be specific, she sleeps on top of me, like a bear cub on a Momma Bear,” I informed her.“He’s my Daddy Bear,” Aya piped up.“What does your real Momma Bear think of that?” the doctor poked playfully.“She wants him to be my Daddy Bear too,” Aya beamed kittens and rainbows.“Oh, I bet she does,” the doctor gave me a playful wink. Sex.“This is all great, but I’m getting a bit uncomfortable and would like to flee to the dubious safety of work,” I mumbled.“All done,” Doc said then patted my cock.Oddly, that was one of the only two places on my body that hadn’t been clobbered; my face being the other. They wanted me pleasing to the eye and sperm-functional. I dressed and crutch-walked away. At the elevator door, Brielle and her friend were waiting.“Guarding you is going to be a full-time job,” Aya took my hand and looked up at me.She saw the lascivious look those two were shooting my way.“You brought a child to defend you?” Brielle teased me as the elevator headed up.“It worked, didn’t it?” I countered.“Aya stand in the corner and cover your eyes,” the companion directed.“Sorry…I apologize, but I can’t do that,” Aya said defiantly. “He’s my bed buddy.” That earned me some looks.“Jeesh ladies, give me some credit,” I groaned. “She’s nine.”“Ugh…fine,” Brielle relented. “So Aya, what’s he like in bed?”“Warm and he smells wonderful,” Aya sighed dreamily. I was getting dreamy looks from the other two, but most likely a very different dream. “And he hugs me before I go to sleep and the first thing when I wake up.”“Fine Aya,” Brielle’s eye sparkled. “How about I trade you a band of 'honor gold’ for a night with Cáel?”“I can’t do that,” Aya reasoned. “He’s the only Daddy I have. I think he is the only Daddy any of us have.” Thank God the elevator opened on my floor. The philosophic elements of this conversation had become way too convoluted. I was the last one of us to get to Katrina’s office which seemed to amuse Katrina.“Cáel, you have the day off,” Katrina informed me. “Didn’t anyone tell you?”“Oh, I’m not here to work. I’m here as your newest hire’s - Aya’s - lap-monkey,” I replied gravely.“Very well. Aya, stand in line with the others to receive your work review and assignments,” Katrina ordered calmly. Aya took her spot next to Violet.Aya nearly cried when she got my work review for Monday. Apparently I had done the equivalent of threatening World peace, or created a tidal wave generator that swamped the Maldives.“Look on the bright side,” Violet patted Aya’s shoulder. “You can’t do worse.”“How does it feel to know you will be less productive than a child?” Fabiola taunted me.“It is nothing new,” I snickered. “After all, I’ve been working with you for a whole week.” This insult was compounded by the other five girls snickering at the jest. Aya didn’t get it and Katrina was undoubtedly laughing on the inside.“I’m going to get you,” Fabiola ground her teeth.“Come on,” I sighed to Fabiola, “it was a joke meant to give a little levity before charging off to your days.”“Well, don’t mock me,” Fabiola snapped.“But it is so easy,” Paula giggled. Fabiola turned on her.“Enough,” Katrina demanded gracefully. She handed out assignments and the group departed. Aya had my job from yesterday. She also had Katrina’s Nerf gun. Seconds after the first incoming bolt, Aya decided she loved working at Havenstone. After my fellow Executive Services sisters discovered that I had a secondary gunner, they began to triple team us in true Amazon fashion.Aya countered by building a fort using sofa cushions. She’d also scamper out and round up spent darts every time her work queue was filled. To change things up, and gain a lesson in simple tactics, Aya would move furniture around the office. When a woman, or women, would pop in to shoot me, Aya would shoot at them from an ambushing angle.Honestly, for a warrior culture, these ladies were remarkably fooled by a pile of towels on Katrina’s sofa - hiding a miniature sniper. Lunch came by way of Buffy and Dora. I had a feeling that Buffy was still stung by Daphne’s betrayal. Watching Aya try to stare down Buffy was both amusing and a tad chilling. I was going to have to do something about her frustration.After Katrina released us, I pleaded with Desiree to entertain her niece - Aya, while I went to grab a few drinks with 'the guys’. The club they chose screamed overly-pretentious, overly-privileged and insanely over-priced. I didn’t have the Class Ring, or Mummy/Daddy’s bank account to go to a place like this. I had a sudden unsettling feeling.I double-checked my bank account. I had around two grand squirreled away when I got the job with Havenstone and I knew that cache had to be running dry. I checked it and I had over five grand. Unless banks had radically altered interest rates, somebody was propping me up financially. Barring a rich girlfriend, I had a rich girl friend. Every guy I knew and liked was as poor as me.I hobbled in on my crutches, drawing some stares. No one called out, or recognized me, so the general snobbish assumption was that I was a person who didn’t 'fit in’. A few more hobbles forward and the looks began to change. My suit was tailored, I was an impressive physical specimen and exuded a charisma that implied 'eminently fuckable’.Felix, Trent and Brian were polite enough to turn my way though they didn’t call out. They hadn’t grabbed a side booth, or a place at the bar. No, we had a table sans chair in the middle of the place because I had a bum leg and crutches - sadistic fuck-nuts. My first introduction was almost comical.“Hey, Jared, isn’t it?” some stranger tapped my shoulder.Did he know me? No. His current female work-in-progress had noticed me and kept noticing me so he was playing the humiliation game. Fake intro - 'shocked’ I wasn’t who he thought I was - the revelation I wasn’t from a Top Ten school - belittle me to his potential lady.“No, Jared was my brother,” I sighed. “You didn’t know? He died in a jet-ski accident three weeks ago. Where you two close?”“Ah…” dumbass stuttered.“I am sorry to hear about your loss,” the girl spoke up. “Were you and your brother close?” She had a Columbia ring, three years back on a gold chain around her neck.“He was my twin,” I mumbled. I leaned against our table and turned away (masking my grief it could be assumed).She left Dumbass’ table and came over to mine. By the looks of my three buddies, they were floored. In less than one minute, I had my arm around a stacked, pretty redhead who was rubbing her hands over my chest. My plan crystalized. I had to let someone bump into me, grunt in pain then have this nice lady - Nicole - take me to the rest rooms.Once in that back hallway, it was a stumble and a bump into a stall in the ladies room and a quick sexual encounter. A junior corporate lawyer named Stevenson provided the catalyst. He was more apologetic to Nicole, but she was getting angrily maternal over me, my pain and grief. She blew Stevenson off and helped me to the restroom area.Of course, I was 'sure’ I could take care of everything by myself. Two stumbles later, she was insisting she take me to the men’s room. I argued with her rather firmly. She couldn’t come with me. After all, there were usually only one or two stalls and I didn’t want to embarrass her. Nicole’s inspiration was to take me to the women’s room where there were plenty of stalls.I begged her to let me go into the stall alone - despite my obvious discomfort and agony. She overrode my concerns and joined me. She took off my pants, my cock sang out 'hallelujah’ and Nicole was mesmerized. I told her I found her attractive and hadn’t had sex in a while. Nicole began administering a blowjob.There were no 'uh’s and 'ah’s. That would be selling it in the wrong direction. I went the other way. I gritted my teeth and made as little noise as possible. When she finally broke down and asked if what she was doing felt good. I hissed out a 'yes’ then explained how I didn’t want to embarrass her with my vocalizations.The resulting victorious smile and follow-up question were foregone conclusions. 'Yes, I did have a condom’. The girl wasn’t stupid. She didn’t ask me if I wanted to have sex. I had her where I wanted her - wanting sex - and she knew I wanted her. Clothes were lain over the toilet seat - the floors looked clean but still - and we got down to business.Once Nicole decided she wanted intercourse, I took over. I had her one knee on the toilet, one leg on the floor and both hands against the back of the stall wall while I thrust into her from behind. She was huffing like a steam locomotive as I was pistoning into her gushing depths. Unable to do cunnilingus this time, I continuously wedged two fingers into the tight intrusion of my cock pumping her pussy and pulled out two coated digits.At first, I noisily sucked them clean. Nicole figured out what I was up to and wanted in on the action, licking her own vaginal fluids off my fingers. Her first climax had her hissing like a pit of vipers and beating one fist against the porcelain wall tiles.In the interim, with a bit of friendly finger play, I had discovered Nicole was a fully accessible sex partner. I let my cock slowly withdraw, rubbing her vaginal walls in all the right places as I did. I was setting her up for the surprise. I pressed my large, pulsing cockhead against her sphincter and started pushing in sans preparation on her part.“Too much?” I whispered. Yes it was. We both knew it. This was a sexual gauntlet I was tossing down. How vigorous was she willing to go? Nicole was a hard-charging, go-getter for who life was a series of challenges. My words weren’t an act of compassion - they were a dare. She could back out, or she could take my sizable rod up her unprepared butthole.“Don’t hold anything back,” she gasped. We twisted, turned our necks as far as possible and entered a deep, tongue twisting kiss. In the midst of that, I began pushing in. Nicole was no anal virgin; that was a certainty. Equally certain was the pain she was going through as I drove all the way down. Her rectum was stretched out, her hips and buttocks were trembling and she was sweating up a storm.She was in pain and loving it. Not out of some masochistic fit, but because she’d confronted a personal test and triumphed. All the while, we remained lip-locked. I soaked up her moans of pleasure, groans of pain and the combination of both when I was done. Only when I completed her anal penetration, did I relax my pressure and let her adjust.Nicole was the one who initiated picking up the pace. Again, I took over, upping our tempo until I was slamming into her rectum with all my might. Nicole was coming like glacial melt, tearing off huge chunks of her resolve every time she orgasmed. A few chicks peeked through the stall door to make sure I wasn’t murdering her.I filled up the condom in her ass, earning me one last caged squeal. Nicole really was a vocal treasure. She could really keep the noise down when needed. Four fucking orgasms in eleven minutes - I am a sex god. Nicole and I cleaned up. She couldn’t stop smiling at me.“I hope I’ve helped you deal with the loss of your brother,” she purred as she snuggled against my chest.“I’m an only child, Nicole. All that twin thing was for the Dick-head who was hitting on you and decided to make a mockery of me with the whole 'you went to a loser school’ thing,” I told her.“Oh…” she digested that. Sexual aftershocks helped her decide she didn’t care. They never do.“Where did you go to school?” she asked as we finished cleaning up at the sink - with three other women.“Bolingbrook in New Hampshire,” I grinned. “I live in a small, five room apartment, with my roommate in lower-middle class neighborhood, I don’t have a car - I have a bike.”“That’s good because I absolutely love biking, on and off-road,” I kept going. “I work at Havenstone Commercial Investments making a quarter million a year starting out plus a 'Gold level’ benefits package. Mom’s gone. My Dad is a working stiff, scoured by the elements most days, his sister works on a crab boat and that’s my lineage. I’m Cáel Nyilas, by the way.”“Do you like picking up rich, successful women from well-heeled families?” Nicole and the other women blatantly listening in studied me.“Normally you couldn’t have dragged me into an establishment like this,” I chuckled. “This isn’t my crowd. Three of the new male hires at Havenstone invited me out for some after-work drinks and they chose this place.”“Is that the whole 'class warfare’ thing?” one woman, African-American, accused me. Sigh.“I’m far more concerned with labor and land rights riots in China, gender unrest in India, the rise of religious fundamentalism all around the globe and receding polar ice caps than the anemic class struggles going on inside the United States,” I engaged her.That shut them up.“What about a Free Tibet?” an Asian cutie interjected. My bet was Myanmar.“Go to a few rallies, buy a bumper sticker then pat yourself on the back and delude yourself that you are doing something,” I shrugged.“Inside 50 years you are looking at Tibetan cultural annihilation. It is a numbers game. Keep adding Han Chinese into the population and Tibet ceases to exist outside of a few history books,” I explained. “If you want to make a difference, recruit up nine friends, gather a war chest of a million dollars and take six month of intensive weapons and arctic survival courses.”“Sneak over the border into Tibet. Attack Chinese settlers, firebomb Chinese-owned shops and ambush PLA patrols. Cross back over to Nepal for resupply and reinforcements. Create an insurgency large enough to gather real media and governmental attention,” I told them. “Otherwise you are wasting everyone’s time.”“Violence is not the answer,” a blonde joined the fun. Yes, I can be standing in a women’s rest room without drawing outrage. Nicole was hanging all over me.“How about this: give me your purse so I can take all your money, your ATM card and your PIN number?” I requested of the blonde. She took a step back.“Okay, I’m going to ask you for that again, and if you don’t give it to me, I’ll ask a third time,” I continued and I did just that - asking a third time. “Congratulations, you have the China - Free Tibet debate. If there was any doubt,” I pointed to the blonde, “you are China.”“It is not like that,” the Blonde insisted.“Why not? China is using Tibet as land to put their expanding population on that doesn’t involve emigration - a reduction in the tax base,” I reasoned. “Therefore, Tibet has value. You are offering nothing of value to the PRC, expecting them to give you something they value, for free? How rational is that?”“That’s crazy,” Myanmar chick stated. “Nonviolent protest works.”“I agree,” I nodded. “It needs to be truly passionate to achieve its ends.” Translation: I didn’t believe it worked, but clearly these babes believed in it and getting snitty about some belief system I didn’t really care about wasn’t going to get me into their panties.Pleased that they had impressed their enlightened approach to life, the other women let Nicole help me struggle back to my table. We managed to exchange digits and for her to give me her business card - cool, she was a criminal defense attorney with a firm that had five names and Esquire attached to the end.They also had offices here, in Los Angeles, Mexico City, Hong Kong, London and Berlin. Nicole deposited me back with my 'buddies’ who had sprouted some girl pals in my absence. Introductions went around. Nicole did a wave, winked at me then went off to her own clique of pals. Seconds after she joined up, there were multiple lusty looks from her group aimed my way.Not every lady is looking for a commitment. For some, a hook-up hits the spot and they were not particularly jealous about sharing in their adventures. Nicole was going to go home, a smile on her lips, take a nice hot bath and go to bed worry-free. Her company was envious and planning how to get their own piece of my unworthy hide.Fucking Nicole into a transcendent state didn’t earn me a place in their 'educational elites only’ world. That wouldn’t keep them out of my bed, only someone they wouldn’t mention to their parents. I didn’t care. I wouldn’t care unless they became clingy. Then I would have to parade her friends and colleagues past her as sexual conquests until she got the message that turning a guy into her 'dirty little secret’ was doubly unfortunate.Mind you, having a pair of wandering eyes myself, I had never enforced monogamy on any girl I’d ever been with. Deep down I was always looking for 'the one’, I assumed that my sex partners were too and I never held that against them for looking somewhere else when I was clearly not the one for them. My sense of fair play rarely translated over to understanding on their part.Back to my little crowd. From the start, I know we were all freaking gorgeous men. We were also bright and well-educated (though the rest thought I was a bumpkin). Having ladies stop by was a veritable given. How we handled it was multifaceted.Brain Fung was a 'one foot out the window’ kind of guy. He led off with how engaged he was, how wonderful his fiancé was and finished up with how arranged the marriage was. See, this gave him an out with every women he scored with. He was engaged, yet he was unhappy with the arrangement so some lucky girl might convince him to re-chart his course.It would never happen. Brian thought too much of himself to be romanced. Besides, he had a five, ten and twenty year plan. The Prick shouldn’t have joined Havenstone. His fiancé was from a good family, educated (Stanford) and willing to knuckle under to her family to marry Brian so he could assume she would knuckle under to him too.He was never going to leave that comfortable future for some sweet piece of tail he could pick up at a bar, or nightclub. Girls were nothing more than a release valve for his sexual frustrations and by the end of the encounter, the girl would know that was exactly how he felt. He was good-looking, wealthy and confident - he’d always find someone else.Felix was of a different mold. He was a player. Unlike me, he was all about hash marks, conquests and stroking his ego. You couldn’t totally blame him - Felix was a Winner - capital 'W’. Awards, work accomplishments and pretty women were all the same to him; an aggrandizement of the Felix Melena saga.He’d hunt the wildlife of the city until he was thirty then marry an early twenty-something virgin. Virgin? He had to be the first and only man she ever knew. Felix would have no trouble naming names and bragging over all the details of a sexual encounter because the only thing that mattered was Felix, his successes and everybody being aware of just how bad-ass he was.Don’t get me wrong. Felix was the type of person who got the job done and would never claimed the accolades that he didn’t deserve. He wasn’t a thief. He was really damn good. He was simply an asshole for constantly pointing out how damn good he was as a means of cowing/enticing people he encountered.Trent was superficially similar to Felix but different in several important ways. The most important thing to Trent Grant was Trent. Trent seemed to talk endlessly about Trent. If the conversation wandering, he would insert a 'Trent moment’ into things to bring the words back to where they belonged - talking about Trent.The Havenstone women’s description of Trent now made sense - he was dull. If you considered that so much of what he bragged about - his lineage dating back to Colonial America, his long family history in politics and business, and the collegiate successes of both him and his ancestors - made no impression on them; basically Trent might as well have been babbling in Martian.Their bloodlines traced back 3000 years. 300 was nothing to them. If you had something they truly wanted, they killed you and took it from you - they were a cult of psychopaths after all. Colleges? They had built up a global powerhouse without the help of any male-founded institutions of higher learning, thank you very much.Trent could be civil, polite and congenial when he made the effort. He had punched in all the proper markers for a posh college career. Fraternity president, winning Captain of the local intermural basketball team and Dean’s List. He even had a bookend - Brooke Lee of Virginia and Vassar girl.She was darkly tanned, shoulder-blade length silky black hair, and luminescent green eyes. Her curves were in all the right places and her smile must have cost her parents a fortune to be that white and perfect. By the familiar way she hung on Trent, he had lied to Havenstone - BAD, bad move, Trent. The look she gave me implied that Trent shouldn’t trust me around her, or her around me.It wasn’t that buddies couldn’t trust me around their girlfriends…actually buddies couldn’t trust me with their girlfriends. I was of low moral character and perpetually horny with a glib tongue and a sexual charisma that was a threat to nuns, Christian cheerleaders and grandmothers alike. Brooke knew this to be true. Trent would have if I hadn’t been so 'beneath’ him and Brooke.Brooke had brought some friends - all Vassar girls. The two who wanted to be there glommed onto Felix and Brian. The third girl basically knew she was 'settling’ for me. I didn’t belong to their exclusive social club. My three 'new hire’ pals sealed the deal (screwed me over) by informing the girls that I was with Executive Services - the gophers.I saw some sympathetic eyes from the first three ladies to my 'date’. Libra Chalmers attempted to make the best of it.“Do you like your job?” she gave a weak grin. I sighed.“I wish the President and CEO didn’t know me on a first name basis…or her daughter and granddaughter,” I shrugged. “Most of the Board of the Directors are nice enough.”Blink.“Did you bring them their laundry?” Felix chuckled.“That and other stuff,” I grinned right back. “Mostly its drudgery with the occasional bizarre request covered by corporate confidentiality.”“Like what color shoes to wear?” Trent snorted. My face became deathly calm.“No Trent,” I stared at him, “things that I cannot talk about. Do you seriously think Executive Services has long term employees picking up birthday presents and detailing cars?”“But you are a 'nobody’,” Brain blurted out. I was sure that how he really felt.“Where did you go to school?” Libra inquired.“You’ve probably never heard of it. Bolingbrook in New Hampshire,” I smiled. I was proud of my school. I even showed her my class ring.“Holy Cow!” Libra laughed. “I’m from Bolingbrook.”“Chalmers…as in Marla Chalmers of the 'Seldom Read’ bookstore?” I chuckled.“That’s my little sister,” Libra nodded. Whoops, I’d nailed Marla and how. Took her virginity.“Hold on,” she grinned as she pulled out her phone. “What’s your name again?”“Cáel Nyilas,” I answered. I was too insulted she hadn’t remembered it the first time.Five rings later,“Marla, it is Libra and I’m with an old friend of yours - Cáel Nyilas,” she winked at me. There was a long pause. Libra put the phone on speaker for the group’s amusement.“Well, how is he?” Marla asked.“He’s on crutches,” Libra answered.“Well, you can bet a girl did it to him,” Marla sounded a bit pissed. Not good.“I was shot with an arrow by a woman who I actually hadn’t slept with,” I confessed.“Cáel?” Marla yelped. “Oh my God, is that really you?”“Sure is,” I tried to remain upbeat.“Damn Sis, does he still look hot?” Marla inquired.“Very much so,” Libra smirked my way.“Cáel…I still miss you,” Marla sighed. “Even after that…thing.” That thing was her finding me in bed with her aunt…and me not being her uncle.“Yeah,” I groaned, “I really screwed that up. I can’t apologize enough for what I put you through.” Brian and all the women at the table were attentive and curious.“Well, I should have figured you didn’t get all that sexual prowess from the internet,” Marla mused. “So, are you seeing someone now? Let me rephrase, how many women are you seeing at the moment?”I was busted. I was also looking down the barrel of 'make-up sex’.“At present it is a waitress, an heiress, two teachers, a CPA, a security operative and a policewoman, but I’m not having sex with the last two,” I related. They thought I was lying.“That sounds about right,” Marla laughed loudly.“You had sex with this guy?” Libra gasped. The whole 'my little sister must still be a virgin’ thing.“Oh yeah,” Marla exulted. “He took all three of my virginities. It was one hell of a great summer. Even after I nearly killed him, I still missed his loving.”I was a deviant pervert. I could see it on their faces.“I miss you to, Marla,” I told her.“Really…what do I like?” Marla teased.“Inside of the triceps; little kisses,” I immediately responded. Those kisses drove her nuts. There was a long pause.“I miss you, Cáel,” Marla moaned.“He’s on a date with me right now,” Libra interrupted. “Talk to you later, Marla.” The connection went dead. “You took my little sister’s virginity?” she got heated.“Apparently she gave it all up to Cáel,” Felix chuckled. Idiot.“You really took Marla’s virginity?” Brooke jumped in. “Where?”“Lake Carrie - freaking cold water. Marla loves the place so I took her to a location she’d feel comfortable in,” I explained.“Did it occur to you that she might want her first time to be with someone who was important to her?” Brian prodded.“Brian, it’s a hymen, not the Ark of the Covenant,” I smirked. “Wanting a girl to be a virgin is more a matter of a guy’s fears of penile inadequacy than a woman’s promiscuity. Certainly if I was a woman I’d want the guy to know what he’s doing as opposed to fumbling around until the mood died.” That brought some chuckles from the girls.“Let’s get a bite to eat,” Trent broke the tension. Libra had no trouble sticking close to my side as we left. We ended up sharing a taxi with Trent and Brooke. We learned what a fantastic job Trent was doing at Havenstone. From his version of events, the company would have been teetering on the brink if not for his historic efforts.“What about you?” Brooke shot me a look. Yep, I was going to have sex with her. No doubt.“Apparently I sunk the Maldives Islands yesterday. Friday I caused Umpa Lumpas to spontaneously combust all over the chocolate factory, so I consider Monday to be an improvement in the fewer fatalities I caused,” I stated straight-faced.Trent didn’t understand my job place revelry. The girls cracked up laughing.“Honestly, I get abysmal work reviews for no reason I can understand. I don’t respond to instructions, am rarely locatable and never, ever answer my phone,” I frowned. “Trent gets away with it, so why shouldn’t I?” More laughter and Trent was being pissy.“Ms. Shore thinks I will make a Lead Investigator in two years,” Trent bragged.“Olympia is a smart cookie,” I nodded. “You may end up globe-trotting with a bevy of young ladies most of the year.”“Who is Olympia?” Libra questioned.“Olympia Shore,” I beat Trent to the answer. “Everyone at Havenstone is on a first name basis and very friendly. I mean, as the only five guys in the entire corporation, it’s different than what I expected.”“Trent, do you work with many attractive women?” Brooke inquired lethally.The lesson being: don’t screw with me without a game plan. Making me look bad as a causal thing in front of women isn’t wise. The restaurant was nice, but Katrina’s place had been nicer. I ordered, talked, flirted with Libra openly (and Brooke covertly). Libra and I were working on a hook-up when a chilly voice killed the ambiance.“Cáel Nyilas, come with me,” the female voice droned. Why did the other guys flinch? She was one of those stone-cold bitches from the Security Detail. On Saturday, they had manhandled the other as if they were nothing. Since the SD were most likely all full-blooded Amazons, they were correct in that assessment.“I don’t know your name and what is this about?” I turned and asked the Arabic swimsuit model.“Aisha and you need to check in with Medical,” she stated. At least she wasn’t too rude.“Thanks for the drinks and dinner, guys,” I staggered up. “Libra, it was very nice to meet you.” I put a few twenties on the table, grabbed up my crutches and followed Aisha out.She was double parked. Aisha went around to the driver side, got in and waited. It wasn’t like she’d missed the crutches. I stumped out to the car and rapped on the door.“A little help here?” I requested. She looked my way, returned to looking forward and did nothing. I had obeyed. I had been nice. This was simply punishing me for having a dick.I hobbled back to the street and headed across town under my own power. Three blocks away, she put the car in my path. She stepped out of the driver’s side, clearly unhappy.“Get in,” she commanded.“Are you going to help me?” I countered. She glared at me. “You are in the cross walk.”She didn’t respond, so I hobbled down the street. I didn’t try to get past her. I was going to cross at the next street. She didn’t reappear so I painfully dragged my sorry ass over to the first taxi I could find and was dropped off at Havenstone twenty minutes later. She was waiting for me at Reception.“Come with me,” she snapped as she grabbed my arm.“Let go of me,” I yelled. “You failed at your job. Hell if I’m going to cover for you.”“I didn’t fail,” she pointed out. “You are here.”“Without any help from you,” I stated.She dragged me to the elevator and up to Medical we went. Aisha pushed me into a medical bay then left. A medical type - who was a physician or a physician’s assistant wasn’t clear - appeared, my pants went down and she got to work. There is nothing like grabbing your own calf and pulling it up to your chest while a doctor examines your wound.“Hot date,” she caught me off guard.“I was working on it,” I grunted as she swabbed the wound. She looked around my thigh and into my eyes.“When was the last time you had sex?” she intruded.“Uh…six-ten - this evening,” I answered.“This was before your date?” she was puzzled.“Well, when I met girl #1, I didn’t know girl #2 existed,” I explained.“Wait, you met one girl randomly at six and had sex with her then were aiming for a second girl,” she blinked. “It isn’t even 8:30 yet.”“How is this any of your business?” I grumbled.“Do you want me probing your wound with a cotton swab, or with a steel scraper?” she threatened.“Yes. I went out for drinks, met the first lady, we hit it off and we went to the ladies room and had sex - a trifecta if you are curious - and parted on good terms,” I said.“When I got back to my buddies’ table, they had several other women, one who was my assigned dinner date. It turns out I had sex with her sister a few years back,” I sighed. “We were hitting it off when Aisha showed up with the personality of a marble slab and made me walk back here.”“Really?”“Okay, she wouldn’t help me get in the car, so I stomped off like a spoiled child for a few blocks then took a taxi the rest of the way,” I grinned. “All I asked was for her to help me in the car and she wouldn’t even do that.”“Is any of what you told me the truth?” she let my leg down, on the outside of her so that my crotch was pressed against hers.“Everything after the probe - yeah,” I nodded.“Very well,” smile. “Is there anything else I can help you with?” Needs no translation.“Oh, I wish you could, but I need to work out three hours of non-stop sexual frustration and neither one of us has the time right now,” I moaned. “Maybe later.”“Mmmm…I get off at 4 am,” she licked her lips. “What is your address?”“Sadly, I’m rooming with Desiree for the rest of the week,” I frowned.“Are you going to work out some frustration on her?” she pouted.“Noooo,” I declared. “No sex with any Havenstone women for 75 days. When I told you later, I meant 75 days later. It is corporate policy for interns.”“Pity,” she sighed. “You are good to go. I’ll see you tomorrow.”“Cool. Maybe we can squeeze in a massage next time,” I grinned. No rest for the wicked.“What do you want me to massage?” she teased.“I was thinking that I could start at your neck, work through your shoulders, down your back and jump to your thighs before finishing up on your calves,” I offered.“Are we sure that won’t violate the rule about sexual contact?” she purred.“Of course not. It is a public service. You have a high-stress job and need a break,” I met her hungry gaze.“I think this is only a ploy for you to get your hands on my body,” she wiggled closer. Duh.“Absolutely. It is absolutely a ploy for me to get my hands on your body,” I promised.“Go,” she gave a throaty chuckle. I got on the elevator and…nothing happened. I didn’t have clearance to go down to that level. Since my humiliation could get worse, it did. I was dialing up Desiree when Aisha stepped on the elevator. She looked at me.“Yes?” she stared.“I need to get down to the housing level,” I muttered.“Which one?” Oh…there was more than one…fuck.“The one that Desiree lives on,” I sighed. Aisha hit the proper button and down we went.The door opened to a familiar level. Oh well.“Thank you, Aisha,” I acknowledged her kindness.“You are welcome, Cáel,” she answered. The doors shut and I was sure she enjoyed the 'what the fuck’ look on my face. I didn’t know what to make of that at all.Aya didn’t charge me at the door. She vibrated excitedly until I put my crutches aside and could pick her up. I saw Desiree putting a book away as she looked me over. It turned out none of us had further plans so we all turned in around 9:30. As we settled into the tight confines of the bed, I decided to ask Desiree for her advice.She listened to my tale of the encounter, shook her head and looked at me with something akin to pity.“Elsa sent Aisha to ruin your fun. Aisha stalked you up to and including your encounter with the doctor, which she listened in on,” Desiree explained. “Aya, what does that mean?”“Daddy is even more desirable than ever!” she proclaimed loudly.“Idiot,” Desiree muttered. Me - not Aya.“Aya, we have a new project,” I whispered to my little friend.“What is it?” she was all excited.“You are going to research Leonardo Di Vinci’s flying machine. We are going to build one on the roof so I can make my getaway on my last day at work,” I informed her.“Can I come with you?” Aya hoped.“Aya, it has never successfully been tested before,” I told her.“After I take off, if I can circuit the building, I’ll land, pick you up and we can head out for Patagonia - just you, me and the penguins,” I teased her.“You can count on me,” Aya yawned. I let her drift off.“You can count on me too,” I whispered to her. I caught Desiree studying me through nearly closed eyes.(Wednesday and Thursday)On Wednesday, the floodgates opened. Aya and I had barely settled in - Katrina had banned the use of all Nerf products until 3pm Friday - when the front desk gave me a call. I had a female visitor. It was Odette - crap. I excused myself from Aya and was gathering my crutches when I saw Katrina staring at me.“I have a guest at the front desk,” I explained.“Are they a bomb-wielding maniac, an expert assassin, or an investigative journalist?” she inquired.“No Katrina,” I gulped. She called down to the front desk and told them to let her up.Ten seconds later, she told the front desk to let all female visitors requesting me to come up…then she added Timothy to the list.“Katrina, if I ever stop being afraid of you, please understand that I am either high, or stupidly drunk,” I pledged.“Noted. Aya, get to work,” Katrina captured her nieces gaze. “Cáel is on Sick Leave. You are here to pick up his slack.”“Yes Katrina,” Aya nodded then put her cute little nose back to the grindstone. Odette was the harbinger of disaster.She had stopped by late Monday night…and had crashed with Timothy. Bright and early Tuesday, Officer Nikita showed up. Nikita wasn’t happy. In more precise terms, she was going to rip my nuts off. Timothy told Odette not to worry, but Nikita had a firearm and a uniform, so she worried. Odette polished this revelation off by requesting some 'private time’.I wouldn’t swear on a stack of Bibles that Katrina smirked, but I’d take those odd in Vegas. Aya had a different approach.“Cáel, can you take Daddy Time when you are at work?” Aya smiled politely. I was weighing no puppy dog eyes from Aya for a few hours versus my dick’s desire to be a dick and do what dicks are meant to do.“Please don’t make me transfer Buffy after she murders you,” Katrina offhandedly remarked. She had an excellent point. I decided to give Odette a nice, toe-curling kiss at the elevator.“If all you are going to do is kiss her, you can do that here,” Aya grinned.“Okay,” I nodded. Aya was my buddy. I steamed up Odette good and proper then sent her floating on her way.Three hours later I hadn’t even gotten a 'hello’ out of my mouth before Aya provided this cute piece of information to Buffy and Daphne - our food providers.“Buffy, Cáel kissed a girl so much she was walking on clouds when she left.” The lesson here? No woman is your friend, buddy, or otherwise.The food dropped to the ground and Buffy came storming around my little desk.“Please don’t kill me,” I cringed. Buffy hovered centimeters away, her intense struggle for control evident to everyone present. Finally, she clasped her hands behind her back. Balancing a hand on the back of my chair and the desk, I pushed myself up.My hands came to rest on Buffy’s shoulders then I tenderly started turning her around. She resisted initially before curiosity took over. I brushed the left side of her hair back first. We started with the traditional small puffs of air on her neck and ear. My tongue flicking on the back of her earlobe gave her a jolt which she quickly suppressed.While the air and tongue play along her neck and ears was going on, I was able to sneak my hands around to her stomach right above the belt. Buffy found her hands were pressing against my cock. She stroked it with an unexpected gentleness. My hands migrated up until I cupped her breasts. I didn’t squeeze them yet the intention was there.“Are we okay now?” I whispered.“I’m thinking about it,” she looked over her shoulder. “I’m still having trouble waiting.”“You have to understand you are not my number one girl, Buffy,” I told her. Oh, look. She was about to treat my weenie like silly putty.“I’m his number one girl,” Aya declared proudly. My penis was saved.“As long as I’m the first one he sleeps with,” Buffy asserted.“Too late,” Aya said before I could find a more political way to approach the crisis.“You sleep with Cáel?” Daphne teased.“Yes, of course I do,” Aya sighed in exasperation. “Why do all the girls keep asking me that? Where else would I sleep, but with Cáel?”“Is he a wonderful and considerate bed-buddy?” Daphne teased. Ow - cock - Buffy’s hands.“Best Daddy ever,” Aya beamed.“I go to sleep in his arms to the sound of his breathing,” Aya got dreamy again, damn her. “If I have a bad dream, all I have to do is touch his hand and he wraps it around me. He keeps me safe and I know he’ll never let anything bad happen to me.” That statement stumped all three women listening.Buffy could have had a father. Whatever relationship they may have had was severed now. Daphne and Katrina didn’t even have that. Mothering an Amazon was tough work. It required a callousness not normally associated with maternal instincts. Every Amazon had to be a killer - it was their cultural imperative.I doubted Daphne had the opportunity to continue her genetic legacy yet. Katrina would never have the chance, being sterile. What Aya was describing was more associated with a three year old than a girl of nine. A few Amazon women scorned this as weakness. Daphne and Katrina didn’t. It was almost a wistful jealousy.“Where did you learn to take care of little girls?” Daphne inquired softly.“What do you mean?” I kept my attention on Buffy.“Aya, Silly,” Daphne grinned.“That’s your mistake,” I sighed happily. Buffy smelled good. “Aya is both a child and my comrade-in-arms.”“I can never let her down because she’d never let me down,” I added.“She can’t save you if you get in trouble,” Daphne said.“That’s your problem,” I looked to Daphne. “I don’t expect her to save me. If all you look for is results, you’ll always get the same results.” Not true, but what the fuck.“To me, it is the effort that matters. Only through effort to we excel,” I winked to Aya. “And why does Aya excel?”“Because Aya is a winner,” she glowed.“Repeating that phrase won’t feed you in the wild, or craft you a weapon,” Katrina reminded her.“Aunt Katrina, everyone is afraid I will fail,” Aya’s tiny body became taut as a bowstring. “Cáel waits for me to succeed. I’m so afraid of letting everyone down, except with him. When I’m with Cáel, I feel the stillness you and the others tell me about. The fear goes away and I feel right and good.”“Aya, one day you may have to kill Cáel,” Katrina studied her niece. Aya looked at me and wept silently.“He’s died for me twice already,” Aya choked back her sob. “He’d do it again to protect me.”“Eat up,” Katrina ordered. That ended the discussion. As they were leaving, I noticed Daphne had cried a bit as well.Nikita showed up at 2 pm, in uniform, with a senior female co-worker/training officer. I imagine the novelty for the other woman of going into a skyscraper like this allowed this unfortunate event to happen to me.“Nikita!” Aya squealed. She stayed at her station - good for her.“Hey Aya,” Nikita smiled at my cohort. I got the dark, grumpy frown.“What are you doing - here?” she sizzled. “And, what are you doing making Aya do work? There are Child Labor Laws you know.”“Its National Take A Death Dwarf to Work Day,” I informed her. “Hello,” I addressed the partner.“Officer Skylar Montero,” she replied with a more positive attitude.“Odette,” Nikita bit off the name, “told us you had a three-way Sunday night.” Thanks Odette.“That’s not really fair,” I spread my arms out in a placating gesture. “There were five of us, but we tag-teamed in and out so there were only three on the bed at one time.”“I see why she wants to shoot you,” Skylar chuckled.“Don’t shoot Cáel, Nikita,” Aya piped up. “He loves you.”“He loves a bunch of women,” Nikita growled.“That’s not so,” Aya persisted. “He has sex with a whole bunch of women. He loves you enough to not have sex and that makes you special.”“That makes her unique,” Katrina muttered.“It makes him bizarre,” Skylar agreed.“Cáel, am I the only girl you are seeing who you are not having sex with?” Nikita sighed.“Do you mean didn’t intend to have sex with, or was intending to have sex with but was interrupted?” I inquired.“Don’t make me pistol-whip you into obedience,” Nikita menaced.“It is not as easy as you would believe,” I groaned.“That’s true,” Aya added. “Elsa beat him into unconsciousness Monday afternoon and he didn’t learn a damn thing.” Aya was so proud of me…for getting my ass beat. This happens more than you would believe.“Elsa? That wacko at the door Saturday night?” Nikita gasped with disbelief. “Why did you let her get close to you?”“She came at me in the gym while I was on the sparing mat with a…lady I met,” I told her.“Dude, do you ever rest?” Skylar chuckled.“We were practicing Brazilian jujutsu,” I evaded. “There was suddenly an issue and that led to Elsa coming at me.”“The lady you met,” Nikita fumed. “She was your date, right? The one you were interrupted from fu - having sex with.” The 'fuck’ was cut off for Aya’s sake.“Yes - yes she was,” I confessed.“Aya, come here,” Katrina summoned her diminutive kin.“How badly did the psycho hurt you?” Nikita sighed. No good answer, so I went for the truth.“She beat me with a spear,” I informed her. “The only places she spared were my face and testicles.”Nikita, trusting me as fully as she did, opened my shirt. Both she and her partner gasped.“How is this not a crime?” Skylar remarked.“It was a training exercise,” I joked. They weren’t laughing. “Look at it this way; I will never press charges and no one will bear witness to the beating - end of story.”“Damn it,” Nikita pulled me tight, “what are you going to do?”“What do you think?” I grinned. “I’m going to make Elsa pay.”“You can’t take the law into your own hands,” Skylar inserted.“This is not about a beating, or revenge. This is a Human Resources complaint,” I reasoned.“At Havenstone, this is the process we all agree to. Elsa disagreed with how I mishandled a resources issue. She came at me and I lost,” I explained.“If she had a spear, what did you have?” Skylar asked.“I didn’t get a weapon,” I replied. “That and my bad leg are my reason for 'revisiting’ the dispute.”“What lethal weapon to you plan to use?” Nikita mumbled.“The New Jersey,” I teased her. Skylar snorted. Katrina opened a drawer.“Take these to the nice policewomen,” Katrina handed two Nerf guns to Aya. Aya gave me an apologetic look as she dispensed the pain.“What are these…,” Skylar got out before Nikita started unloading into me - in the stomach.“If you are not going to use yours, give it to me,” Nikita reached out to Skylar.“You know that female violence against men is a rising epidemic in this country,” I pointed out.“We can classify this as police brutality then,” Skylar smirked and fired off her six as well.“Do you really pay this monkey a quarter million to do this?” Skylar asked Katrina.“No,” Katrina said with iron-clad certainty, “we pay him to save the world.” Wow.“How do you see that?” Nikita grumbled.“Do you know how many armed law enforcement agents have gotten past the front desk - ever?” Katrina began.“I’ll make it easy on you - none,” Katrina gazed at the two outsiders. Funny, I was thinking of myself as a member of Havenstone. “Do you know the last time I was in the same room as a person with a firearm who did not either work for me, or with me? It has never happened. This has occurred now because of him and 'no’, I am not having any level of intercourse with Cáel.”“What would you do if I arrested you right now?” Nikita challenged.“For starters, you wouldn’t get off the floor. Your communications would be jammed, all doors locked and elevators kept at their current floor. You would not be negotiated with. Your surrender would not be considered. A military force would examine the scenario and then neutralize you,” Katrina recited in a bored manner.“Murder us?” Skylar gawked. “What about the witnesses?”“What witnesses? Two Havenstone personnel who can pass for you will dress in the appropriate uniforms then drive your car to a distant location. Your dead bodies will be delivered by a different route, the patrol car burned and all evidence eradicated,” Katrina droned on.“The only person who might testify is Cáel, but he won’t do it because it will solve nothing. You two will still be dead, no one worthwhile will believe him, and it will result in his eventual relocation. More to the point, his personal sense of loyalty won’t allow him to betray me,” Katrina was finishing. “None of that will happen though because Cáel is saving the World.”By the flabbergasted expressions on the two cops’ faces was pretty much what I expected. Sure, I had told Nikita I worked for bad people, but she was thinking 'gun runners’, embezzling from government contracts, or the illegal dumping of toxic waste. Sure, they might beat a nosy reporter up and even kill someone who couldn’t take the message.Katrina was a totally different creature than what she had imagined. Katrina had No respect for the law and order Nikita

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Join us Pastor Ryan and Noah Gartland, aka Momma Bear, as they prepare for Season THREE!!! --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/ryanmarcum/message Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/ryanmarcum/support

This week Betsy Ashton was back as our wonderful host. Dr. Pierre Kory and Dr. Paul Marik were visibly delighted to introduce Melissa Blasek, member of New Hampshire House of Representatives, and Director of RebuildNH.com, and Bernadette Pajer, self-confessed Momma Bear, and co-host of An Informed Life Radio, (also of Health Immunity Now), originally from Washington State, and now taking grassroots activism to powerful places in Tennessee. Formed by leading critical care specialists in March 2020, the Front Line COVID-19 Critical Care Alliance (FLCCC) has developed highly effective treatment protocols that aim to prevent and treat COVID-19 at all stages of the disease. We are a 100% donor-supported 501(c)(3) non-profit organization — our work would not be possible without you. Your gifts help us expand our reach and share the latest research available, for the health and well-being of all. To donate online, click here: https://covid19criticalcare.com/network-support/support-our-work/ To follow FLCCC, click here: https://covid19criticalcare.com/follow-flccc-2/ To learn more about our protocols click here https://covid19criticalcare.com/covid-19-protocols/ To register for weekly webinars, click here: https://geni.us/FLCCC_Webinar_Register To buy FLCCC gear, click here: https://supportflccc.store/

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Dr. Kevin Roberts, President of the Heritage Foundation looks at the soul of America at stake with the rise of toxicity that has permeated through Washington, DC, thanks to the policies and ideologies of the Progressive Left. Bethany Mandel from Deseret News and the Executive Editor of the Heroes of Liberty series looks at the latest release in Mark Twain to the subscription and this one Momma Bear that is trying to run for School Board in Montgomery County that is being chastised because she's an African American immigrant that's a member of her local church board. Kelsey Bolar of IWF and the Daily Caller examines how the role of the media has changed as she's become a parent and how the role of Crisis Pregnancy Centers does everything they can to help expecting mothers.

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In this episode, we break down all of the enormous decisions handed down by the Supreme Court of the United States during this term and why each of those decisions is so important for everyday Americans. Also, in the Quick Hitters segment, we'll cover the mass shooting in Illinois on Independence Day, Jordan Peterson getting banned from Twitter, spiking drug overdoses in the state of Oregon after they decriminalized essentially all hard drugs, and Kyle will react to the viral video called “The Ride Home”. Let's get into it… Please support the following companies discussed in this episode: Chester Evitt at Momma Bear's Armory in Gardiner, Montana. Phone: 901.326.5777 Email: mommabearsarmory@gmail.com Hell's A-Roarin' Outfitters Website: https://www.hellsaroarinoutfitter.com/  Phone: 406.848.7578 Stephenson Knives Website: https://stephensonknives.com/  Episode notes and links HERE Donate to support our mission of equipping men to push back darkness Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

My Believers, Thinkers, and Achievers, If you are like me, I sometimes dream BIG, but I don't always know where to start. And then that fun little pestering bug called procrastination pops up and talks me out of even starting. Does that sound like you? If so, today we are canceling procrastination because there is strength in numbers, and I don't know about you, but I'm stubborn AND strong. So let's get to work. Today, I break down why self reflection is vital, what struggles I've gone through preventing me from beginning, and how I am pledging to do this exercise alongside you. Because at the end of the day, if even one person finds solace in journaling, I will be one proud Momma Bear. Make sure to scroll below for daily prompts. With a “we're all in this together” mentality, Your Queen, EQ ____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Be sure to subscribe and check out my Instagram and TikTok: @_queenoftheclassroom And if you so desire to watch me rather than listen to me, I have a YouTube channel! https://www.youtube.com/c/QueenoftheClassroom Want to see me fail in the most glorious way on social media? Check out my website: https://linktr.ee/QueenoftheClassroom ____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Daily Prompts: Day 1: What are you most proud of? Day 2: Where do you spend most of your time? What are you doing? Do you enjoy it? Day 3: What is on your bucket list? Make one. Day 4: Write about your ideal version of “success”. What does it look like? Day 5: What does “home” look like to you? Day 6:What do you want to be known for? Day 7: What habits do you want your future self to have? Day 8: When do you feel happiest? How can you incorporate that more into your everyday schedule? Day 9: What do you love about yourself? Why? Day 10: Do you have great networks of people in your life? (For example: supportive friends, accepting parents, etc.) If not, what can you do to change that? If yes, who makes the list? Write it down. Day 11: Do you consider yourself a good friend? Day 12: What would an ideal day look like for you? Day 13: Give yourself FIVE put-ups…compliments. Write them down, and place them somewhere visible. Recite them out loud to yourself every morning for the next two weeks. Day 14: What are you scared of? Why? What steps can you take to ease that burden of worry? *I cannot take credit for ALL these fabulous, thought-provoking prompts. Some came from AuthenticallyDel.*

Welcome to Season 11, Episode 24, of the ParentingAces Podcast, a proud member of the Tennis Channel Podcast Network. This week, Lisa talks with fellow tennis parent, Lianne Mandelbaum, about keeping our players who have food allergies safe on and off the court. Lianne's son, Josh, has a severe allergy to peanuts which she has taught him to manage well over the years. However, when Josh had to get on an airplane to travel to a tournament, all bets were off - the airline staff and fellow passengers disregarded Josh's allergy and his concerns for his health. Lianne later learned that airlines have limited tools on board to help a passenger suffering from an allergic reaction, and she went into Momma Bear mode advocating for policy changes and better education around the dangers of known and undiagnosed food allergies. For junior players who also have to deal with their own food allergies, this episode includes very helpful advice and tools for staying safe when traveling or playing in a new place. For players who don't have allergies themselves but may face an opponent with them, Lianne offers helpful tips for keeping everyone safe and healthy during matches and while hanging out during practices and matches. To get more information on food allergies in athletes and Lianne's advocacy and education efforts, visit her website: http://nonuttraveler.com/. You can also follow her on Twitter at https://twitter.com/NoNutTraveler. If you're interested in reading more, here are links to some articles and interviews she's done: https://www.huffingtonpost.com/author/lmandelbaum1-808 https://www.allergicliving.com/author/lianne-mandelbaum/ https://www.kevinmd.com/blog/post-author/lianne-mandelbaum https://themighty.com/u/nonuttraveler/ https://www.allergicliving.com/2021/10/28/the-big-tennis-trip-my-teen-and-his-coach-took-the-food-allergy-reins/ If you're so inclined, please share this – and all our episodes! – with your tennis community. You can subscribe to the podcast on iTunes or via your favorite podcast app. If you haven't already, be sure to become a Member of ParentingAces by visiting https://parentingaces.com/membership-join. And check out our logo'd merch as well as our a la carte personal consultations in our online shop (Premium Members received FREE SHIPPING every day!). CREDITS Intro & Outro Music: Morgan Stone aka STØNE Audio & Video Editing: Lisa Stone Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

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