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Two skunks were fighting in Karly’s yard this morning. Joey witnessed a truck make a U turn through the median on Alcoa Hwy. it slung a rock into the road and Joey had to get out of his car to move it. Joey thinks hours wife has something planned for Father’s Day, but he can’t figure out what it is. Nerd News! Scientists have made artificial blood that can go to anyone, no matter the blood type. AI robots may be around in 2027. AI uses a LOT of energy. Nancy’s dad was supposed to help the movers at her house, but messed up because he didn’t know how to use his phone correctly. Hot Tea- The Grammy’s have added a new category: there will now be an award for Best Contemporary Country Album and Best Traditional Country Album. UCF is renaming their football stadium… after a Bounce House. Zach Top says that golfer John Daly calls him when he’s drunk. We play “My Daddy’s So Redneck...” to give away a round of golf to Sevierville Golf Club. Call and tell us why your daddy is redneck. Innocent conspiracy theories Lucky 7 The Secret Service called Nancy We quizzed our dads about ourselves in honor of Father’s DaySee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Two skunks were fighting in Karly’s yard this morning. Joey witnessed a truck make a U turn through the median on Alcoa Hwy. it slung a rock into the road and Joey had to get out of his car to move it. Joey thinks hours wife has something planned for Father’s Day, but he can’t figure out what it is. Nerd News! Scientists have made artificial blood that can go to anyone, no matter the blood type. AI robots may be around in 2027. AI uses a LOT of energy. Nancy’s dad was supposed to help the movers at her house, but messed up because he didn’t know how to use his phone correctly. Hot Tea- The Grammy’s have added a new category: there will now be an award for Best Contemporary Country Album and Best Traditional Country Album. UCF is renaming their football stadium… after a Bounce House. Zach Top says that golfer John Daly calls him when he’s drunk. We play “My Daddy’s So Redneck...” to give away a round of golf to Sevierville Golf Club. Call and tell us why your daddy is redneck. Innocent conspiracy theories Lucky 7 The Secret Service called Nancy We quizzed our dads about ourselves in honor of Father’s DaySee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

A fish fell out of the sky and landed on top of an ambulance. Nancy is being overly helpful to the family that is buying her house. A listener called in and asked if it was normal for dentists to “shave” your teeth after getting a filling. Joey thinks he is messing up his wife’s sleep. Hot Tea: Lainey Wilson says she’s making her fiance wait a while before getting married. Jason Aldean and Darius Rucker are teaming up to help a boy with cancer. A rumor is going around the internet claiming that Caitlyn Clark and Barron Trump are secretly engaged. We play “My Daddy’s So Redneck...” to give away a round of golf to Sevierville Golf Club. Call and tell us why your daddy is redneck. Joey’s younger son keeps saying “blah blah blah.” Lucky 7 We called a mosquito specialist and ask her a bunch of skeeter questions. Another round of telephone talent show! One contestant bailed in the middle of the show! Joey explained “muckbanging” to Nancy. Joey may get a Regal Pass to go see all the exciting new movies this summer. See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

A fish fell out of the sky and landed on top of an ambulance. Nancy is being overly helpful to the family that is buying her house. A listener called in and asked if it was normal for dentists to “shave” your teeth after getting a filling. Joey thinks he is messing up his wife’s sleep. Hot Tea: Lainey Wilson says she’s making her fiance wait a while before getting married. Jason Aldean and Darius Rucker are teaming up to help a boy with cancer. A rumor is going around the internet claiming that Caitlyn Clark and Barron Trump are secretly engaged. We play “My Daddy’s So Redneck...” to give away a round of golf to Sevierville Golf Club. Call and tell us why your daddy is redneck. Joey’s younger son keeps saying “blah blah blah.” Lucky 7 We called a mosquito specialist and ask her a bunch of skeeter questions. Another round of telephone talent show! One contestant bailed in the middle of the show! Joey explained “muckbanging” to Nancy. Joey may get a Regal Pass to go see all the exciting new movies this summer. See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Joey ate inside a McDonald’s and realized how sad it is in there now. Nancy had a dream that she was on a date with Cody Johnson and was a little late to work because of it. Hot Tea: Riley Green spoke out about his dating life again. Miley Cyrus is trying to bring her family back together, but her brother is very against it. Roseanne revealed that after her character was killed off on “The Connors,” she was asked to return... as a ghost. We play “My Daddy’s So Redneck...” to give away a round of golf to Sevierville Golf Club. Call and tell us why your daddy is redneck. As Seen on TikTok: A lady found out she is colorblind after claiming her gray couch is blue. Lucky 7 Karly accidentally got into a stranger’s car. Apparently, a lot of listeners have done similar things! Nancy’s husband wants to work at Barnes and Noble when he retires. Nancy wants to be a gardener at Dollywood. Joey asked for suggestions about his retirement job, and someone said he would work in a card shop and play Dungeons and Dragons. Nancy may have decided on a new grandma name. A new baby shower trend has created “Grandma Showers.” See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Joey ate inside a McDonald’s and realized how sad it is in there now. Nancy had a dream that she was on a date with Cody Johnson and was a little late to work because of it. Hot Tea: Riley Green spoke out about his dating life again. Miley Cyrus is trying to bring her family back together, but her brother is very against it. Roseanne revealed that after her character was killed off on “The Connors,” she was asked to return... as a ghost. We play “My Daddy’s So Redneck...” to give away a round of golf to Sevierville Golf Club. Call and tell us why your daddy is redneck. As Seen on TikTok: A lady found out she is colorblind after claiming her gray couch is blue. Lucky 7 Karly accidentally got into a stranger’s car. Apparently, a lot of listeners have done similar things! Nancy’s husband wants to work at Barnes and Noble when he retires. Nancy wants to be a gardener at Dollywood. Joey asked for suggestions about his retirement job, and someone said he would work in a card shop and play Dungeons and Dragons. Nancy may have decided on a new grandma name. A new baby shower trend has created “Grandma Showers.” See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

We gave away popsicles in Alcoa yesterday and Nancy got lost trying to leave the park. Rich people have stopped wasting money on fine wine and started buying “fine water” Nancy had a cyst in her ear and removed it herself. Have you ever done DIY surgery on yourself? We talked to Heather Haley about why she is leaving WVLT and what she is doing next. Hot Tea: Country singer Conner Smith fatally stuck an elderly woman with his truck on Sunday. Gary LeVox playfully trash talked Eric Church while performing at Eric’s bar. Brantley Gilbert assured everyone that the zebra on the loose was not his- his zebra is safe at home. We play “My Daddy’s So Redneck...” to give away a round of golf to Sevierville Golf Club. Call and tell us why your daddy is redneck. Nancy’s kids were in a text fight yesterday, so Joey and Nancy act out the fight by reading the texts. Lucky 7 Joey made a color coded spreadsheet for planning his Disney vacation. Is it weird for a grown man to go watch a Disney movie alone at the theater? What Makes You Special? I’m a professional mermaid! Joey needs a new mosquito repellant but doubts that some of the new products will work. See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

We gave away popsicles in Alcoa yesterday and Nancy got lost trying to leave the park. Rich people have stopped wasting money on fine wine and started buying “fine water” Nancy had a cyst in her ear and removed it herself. Have you ever done DIY surgery on yourself? We talked to Heather Haley about why she is leaving WVLT and what she is doing next. Hot Tea: Country singer Conner Smith fatally stuck an elderly woman with his truck on Sunday. Gary LeVox playfully trash talked Eric Church while performing at Eric’s bar. Brantley Gilbert assured everyone that the zebra on the loose was not his- his zebra is safe at home. We play “My Daddy’s So Redneck...” to give away a round of golf to Sevierville Golf Club. Call and tell us why your daddy is redneck. Nancy’s kids were in a text fight yesterday, so Joey and Nancy act out the fight by reading the texts. Lucky 7 Joey made a color coded spreadsheet for planning his Disney vacation. Is it weird for a grown man to go watch a Disney movie alone at the theater? What Makes You Special? I’m a professional mermaid! Joey needs a new mosquito repellant but doubts that some of the new products will work. See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

They tried non-monogamy in the past and it didn't work, but they'd like to try again. Here's the question: My Daddy and I have been together for almost 2 years now. We are 24/7... The post Q&A: How Will We Know We're Ready to Try Nonmonogamy Again? appeared first on Loving BDSM.

Welcome fellow adventurers! The discussion on the orphan spirit, continues right here on the Masculine Journey After Hours Podcast. The clips are from "My Daddy," and "The Andy Griffith Show."  There's no advertising or commercials, just men of God, talking and getting to the truth of the matter. The conversation and Journey continues. Be sure to check out our other podcasts, Masculine Journey and Masculine Journey Joyride for more great content!

Taliyah.Based on a post by FinalStand, in 13 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Explicit Novels. By lunchtime, she was beginning to feel somewhat selfish. Mikhail had been attentive with a totally unexpected devotion all morning long. While Taliyah was emotionally conflicted about her parent's most recent feuding, it was systematic of a much deeper rift she'd always felt among them. She'd always sensed it; as if something was missing in their lives.To be honest with herself, at first she'd been secretly pleased when Brandy's home life had imploded last summer. Not only had she found herself lusting for Darius over Rashaan, she'd long been envious of the seeming closeness between Big Bob and Jodi May. She'd felt furtive elation when Brandy's mom eloped with Senior Deputy Jenks, shattering the illusion of their happy household.Only later, as she saw the daily sadness in Big Bob, had she begun to regret her envy-driven vindictiveness. Unlike her own, rather distant Father, Big Bob Carson had always made Taliyah welcome in his home and with his daughter. His treatment of her had never jibed with the claims about the White man's supposed racism. In her home, they joked about him, yet she'd never heard Big Bob make a single racist slur in her presence.No, Brandy's Dad had treated her like his second daughter; even going so far to call out Brandy when she was being a bitch to her. As far back as elementary school, he'd made her feel as if Taliyah had a second house to call home; and then Taliyah had repaid his repeated kindness by taking perverse pleasure as his home fell apart. She'd watched Brandy fall into depravity under Darius' spell and said nothing.Taliyah wondered about the vagaries of karma. Brandy's family had been ripped apart and now so was hers. Brandy had found Vlad and now she had Mikhail. This morning, Brandy's mom had come back; and her Mom was here as well. But her Father was nowhere in evidence. Her Mother, Madam Mayor, hadn't mentioned him once.‘Taliyah,' Kaelyne disturbed her ruminations, ‘we're picking sides for volleyball.'Kaelyne was another transformative presence who had snuck into her life as of late. Her knee-jerk reaction when learning the little White girl had a lesbian crush on her was to lash out and mock her. That had infuriated Mrs. Samsonov, pain had rapidly followed. That old White bitch had forced Taliyah to apologize the next day.Over the rest of the following week Taliyah had found herself studying the way Kaelyne looked at her; and hadn't been repulsed. Still, until today she hadn't taken the lesbian's affections seriously. Kaelyne was sensitive to Taliyah's pain and~ compassionate without being obtrusive. Taliyah had responded with a lessening of her often acidic wit.With Brandy taking on solo duties as hostess, Taliyah had been able to recoup in the company of her boyfriend; and 'girlfriend'; thus the source of her guilt. According to Mrs. Samsonov's plan, Brandy and Taliyah had to share their guys with the rest of the Cheer Squad over the course of the day.From what they'd been told, it would keep the cheerleaders firmly out of the hands of the Football Team and other member of the 'Cult of the BBC'; as that racist, psychotic bitch, Gayle Samsonov, called it. And, from what Taliyah and Brandy could see, it made all the ones who had been with their fellas so far want them and only them; it was spooky and somewhat frustrating to watch because Mikhail was her man, damn it!Not in the way Rashaan had been her man because Rashaan hadn't even been his own man, just another pawn of Darius Pope's little high school empire; like her and Brandy. Maybe that was why she was so drawn to the youngest triplet's fierce independence. He was harder to influence than Rashaan had been; which wasn't quite so.She could, in private, convince Rashaan to do things, plan things and stand up for himself, but all the results of her efforts evaporated when he was around Darius; and now she realized that would always be the case for someone like Rashaan. He was good looking and could project leadership, but there was never anything behind it. No drive. No great willpower to overcome any real opposition; and most likely, there never would be.With Mikhail; God! He was so different. Sure he was infuriating, but Taliyah found herself able to cut loose around him; to pop him one when she felt he was doing something stupid; and it wasn't as if he even minded. Oh no, that didn't mean he'd acquiesce, far from it. Normally he'd laugh and evade, taunting her. Yet, that was the way he'd grown up around his brothers and Taliyah was beginning to figure out he was allowing her to treat him the same way; that was was something special.He and his brothers were rough-n-tumble. They had a code for their fighting. While their Code didn't make the inevitable conflicts any less brutal, it at the same time expressed ample fair play, honesty and integrity. And afterwards; there was never any ill will between them. They fought and shit got settled; and Taliyah liked that. That Mikhail allowed her to lay into him was, according to his Mamma, very intimate and personal; and Taliyah was coming to appreciate this fact.‘Mikhail, why don't you and Kaelyne teach my 'Sisters' on the Cheer Squad some manners,' she touched his hand. They were side by side at the counter in the kitchen, him finishing off a few carrot slices while she drank some Gatorade. ‘I need to talk to my Mamma; alone.' Mikhail gave her a brief eye contact, nodded once, and then turned to leave.‘Kaelyne,' she found herself reaching out, stroking the girl's cheek and rubbing her earlobe, ‘Thank you.' The way the smaller woman positively glowed gave Taliyah a spike of pride. She still didn't think she was into girls, but she'd been showering with Brandy since before they were teenagers. A few times Brandy had ran her hands curiously over her darker friend's skin, wishing she tanned so well.In turn, Taliyah had run her hands through Brandy's long, blonde hair, feeling the difference between its silky texture and her own, coarser locks and wishing her hair was so easy to manage. The two girls, lifelong friends, had never considered their behavior anything which 'made them gay'. They were curious and comfortable in each other's presence was all.Taliyah pushed herself away from the counter, turned and dismounted her stool. She'd put up a wall against the World all morning long and she knew she was better than that. She'd wanted her Mother to come and talk to her; to talk to her about her Father; her Mother's husband; and what she was going to do about fixing things. Her Mamma was always the responsible one in the family and had taught her daughter to be the same way. Somehow; her Mamma had to make this right.Le ‘Pearl' Yates.For Le it had been a wild, chaotic week. Things had started out so bad, but not in a way the other girls in the Cheer Squad would have understood. Monday morning, like most of the others; except Brandy and Taliyah; she had been seriously jonesing for some BBC. Hell, unlike every other member of the squad, getting the best cock was why she'd fought so hard to be selected as one of the school's elite bitches in the first place.She hadn't always been that way.Le had been a late bloomer. Worse, she'd never been part of any crowd while growing up. Her Vietnamese-American Mother had come to Kingston from the Texas Gulf Coast to be a nurse. Her Father, the White guy her Mother married, was an oilman working in the Gulf of Mexico months at the time.He was really happy when his wife told him she was pregnant. His company even flew him to Arkansas when she went into delivery early. Let's just say his reaction when he held 'his' daughter wasn't all that joyous. He divorced her a year later and Le had only seen him a few times since. Things had been; tense.It took her a few years to figure out she wasn't like anyone else. Her Mother's extended family, fisher-folk back in Texas, always treated her badly and the younger ones called her names, which was why her Mom had returned to Kingston after a few years. When she was six, she finally figured out she was a 'half-breed' and not in a 'good way'. No White blood had 'watered' down her complexion.Her eyes were product of her Mother's Vietnamese heritage while her nose was from West Africa. He skin was darker than her Mother's, not lighter, and she was much taller, at 5'9', and a compact 112 lbs. Her ass was 'black enough', but her chest was 'too Asian' as in she clearly had the smallest bra size on the team.At the age of eight she'd finally asked her rather traditional Mother who her 'real' Daddy was. On her twelfth birthday, her Mother, after years of badgering, finally broke down and told Le the story. She'd been 'seduced' by a groundsman on the A S U Kingston campus while her 'White' Daddy had been away for months and months at sea. He'd been a smooth operator, her Mother told her.'But why isn't that man my Father now?' she'd pressed her Mother. She'd graduated to referring to the nebulous sperm donor as Father when she was ten. Her Mother hung her head in shame then confessed the Black bastard hadn't wanted her. When she'd told him she was pregnant with what was most likely his child, he'd seemed happy at first.Only as she got 'bigger', things had changed. One day she stumbled upon him cheating with another nursing student. She'd exploded in tears. After the 'new' girl had fled, he 'confessed' he had yet another girl pregnant and two other kids by two other women; and it was over between them. He dumped her.So, her Mother had prayed somehow Le would be born without her White Father figuring out her betrayal; but that hadn't worked out either. She even gave Le the sperm donor's name, Claude Sexton. It turned out Le had sixteen half-brothers and –sisters (by five different women) and he was currently serving time in prison for pharmaceutical theft. Claude's Mamma, her Granny, claimed he was 'not guilty' and some jealous bitch (usually White in her rantings) had set him up;What had fascinated Le though was the 'why' of her Mother's betrayal of her White 'Father'. The few times she'd met him he'd seemed nice. He had remarried, still made good money and had two other, White, children these days. He had never been cruel to her Mother as far as her Mother had ever revealed; so why had she jumped on some Black cock and risked such a profitable union?At the age of twelve, Le was still gangly and under-developed. Puberty was late to the party. Shortly after her Mom's revelation, she began looking at the Black boys at school differently. They were still going from the phase of teasing and bullying girls (and being teased and bullied by some of the bigger girls) to sending the ladies looks of hungry confusion.No guys ever looked at Le that way back then; but suddenly she wanted them to. When she entered High School, she was 'introduced' to the Cheer Squad / Football Team dynamic. All the hottest Black guys and most beautiful girls (Black and White) belonged to that top social tier; and she had no hope of getting in the way she was.She also had another niggling problem. She was smart and unfortunately, smart girls were Not what those two groups were looking for.But, Le had a Plan. First off, she took up a paper route to make enough money to join the Dance School; because the Cheerleaders always seemed to pick the Hot girls with dance experience; and her Mother couldn't afford to send her with what she made.Secondly, she began purposely getting 25 to 35% of all her homework and test answers wrong. Le had to lower her academic profile starting her freshman year so hopefully no one would remember how smart she had been in Middle School. She added to this deception by telling everyone her name was 'Pearl', even the teachers, and always wearing long pig tails because she thought it fed into the ‘Cutesy' Asian stereotype; and they bought it.Lastly, she began working on her physique and fashion sense to make herself more noticeable to the people who really mattered. Her body's natural development helped. Belatedly her hormones kicked in and her breast began to get bigger. Of equal importance, with all her exercise and dedication her 'lower chasse' began getting the boy's notice. When their eyes finally got to her face, they also noticed how exotically different she was.She enjoyed the first touching; and kissing. She also knew the unspoken rules: Don't be a skank and put out for just anybody. The Football Team only selected the most choice ladies and that included the ones they didn't consider 'total whores'; thus their exclusive property.She lucked out by having Randi Leigh Upshaw befriend her. Randi Leigh's mother had been a cheerleader back in the day and was currently a school booster and member of the PTA. Sure, Randi Leigh was a condescending, manipulative bitch, but she opened doors into social circles which would have been far harder to breach as an outsider.And all that degradation and hard work had paid off when the old Cheer Squad Team Captain handed her a cheer uniform, welcomed her to the team and then introduced her to her first gang-bang. Five long hours afterwards, the smiling Captain gave her a 'Morning After' pill and told her were to go to get her I U D. She'd been taking BBC five / six times a week ever since and loving it; her Mother's infidelity finally understood.Until, for some bizarre reason, Brandy and Taliyah, this year's Co-Captains, had decided to launch an utterly unlooked for and unwanted rebellion against Darius Pope; Football God and one of the best cocks on the team. Le had been blind-sided, as had all of the other cheerleaders. The only two questions were how much hell was Darius going to put those two through for their impertinence and who would end up in the top spot once he was done.But then Darius and six other footballers (including two of the other best cocks in Le's estimation) were destroyed in the school parking lot after a game. Her whole world appeared to crumble and changed. Randi Leigh; idiotically; threw herself at Rashaan as if he could somehow assume Darius' mantle. Le initially supported her because at least Randi Leigh promised a return to the glorious days of orgies and bukkake cum baths.Wednesday morning, it hadn't taken a telepath, or that guy from Psych, to figure out something serious had happened to both Randi Leigh and Sultana (the other challenger). Randi Leigh couldn't even keep Betty Jo Sterling (her other supporter) in line and poor Betty Jo was easily amused by a laser pointer and kitten emojis for God's sake!All that led to her being highly suspicious of Taliyah luring her, Vantrice Kirby and Mia Ryker to the Music Room during Lunch Thursday. Taliyah had told them the whole team was meeting yet when Le surreptitiously checked her iPhone App, only Brandy's phone was close by. She was actually kind of terrified some sort of beat-down was in the offing when they stumbled in and found;; Mikhail and Vlad Samsonov reclining on the piano cover with a sexual sated; no, devastated, Brandy Crystal Carson curled up between them. Le knew what 'fucked stupid' looked like and Brandy definitely qualified. Vantrice and Mia began protesting (these 'boys' weren't on the Football Team). Le was busy putting 'A' together with 'B' then 'C'.In this case: (A) Brandy and Taliyah's sudden defiance, (B) Randi Leigh and Sultana's sudden cessation of (serious) resistance and now (C) Brandy's obvious physical pleasure radiating out for all to see. Le's ever-present blow-pop nearly fell out of her mouth in shock. Whatever her other two teammates (Vantrice and Mia) were thinking, Le knew she had to have 'some of that'.‘Which one is for me?' she had turned to Taliyah, her carefully crafted 'silly little Asian girl' façade momentarily slipping. Taliyah grinned like the sly fox she thought she was.‘Mikhail is mine, but I can share,' she purred as she began to strip. Even as she joined Taliyah in removing her clothing, Le did her own eyeball math. Mikhail was definitely more intrigued with Vantrice than either her, or Mia.How did she know the difference between the two triplets? Well, anyone who thought it was Mikhail beaten up by Darius' people, not Alexander, was a fool. Darius wouldn't have made that error. Otherwise, Mikhail was looking at them like a starving wolf staring at pieces of meat; or sheep. Vlad's eyes kept flickering down to Brandy in something a less romantic person could confuse with love. She headed toward Vlad.‘Can you make me happy like Brandy?' Le sashayed toward the middle triplet, socially shedding 60 IQ points along the way. Boys liked them dumb, right?‘Le,' he smiled; not leered, ‘I think I can make you your own kind of happy,' he volleyed back. Okay, that second part was kind of sappy, but he actually recalled her real first name which hadn't happened in over a year.‘Pearl, stop that,' Vantrice got indignant. ‘These White boys; ‘‘I want to look like Brandy,' Le looked over her shoulder. ‘Don't you?'Vantrice stuttered, Mia was indecisive, Taliyah clearly wasn't going to let them bolt without a struggle and Mikhail was closing in to help.‘Sorry Mia, but I have a hunger for Black chicks,' he moved the blonde aside.‘What?' from Mia.‘Huh?' from Vantrice and;‘Best watch yourself, Mister,' from Taliyah, all aimed at Mikhail. Le opted to focus on Vlad who was certainly fixated on her.‘I want to taste,' she settled down beside him, reaching for his delicious looking piece of man-meat.‘How about we '69'?' he offered.‘I like the way you think,' she glowed. Normally they didn't give her the option. Le put her blow-pop on a desk then went to work.‘Eep!' she squeaked as he effortlessly picked her up and laid her out beside Brandy. He took a few licks of her vulva then;‘Mia, come over here,' he beckoned the blonde girl who seemed to be at loose ends. Le was too busy exploring the texture and taste of his glans and shaft. It was her first White cock; she'd had thicker; yet she felt it would be more than enough to satisfy if Vlad's stamina equaled his dimensions;‘Lay down beside her,' Vlad had directed Mia. She still seemed uncertain and Le wanted to keep Vlad happy for the nonce, so she reached up, took Mia by the hand and gently pulled her to her side.‘Ah; ‘ Mia began purring. Vlad must have been physically stimulating her with his right hand even as his mouth and left hand pleasured her. Damn; Vlad knew his stuff.The real magic began when, after she let him know she was ready; which had always been the reason for guys going down on her, to get her engine running; Vlad had gone to town on her cunt. He licked, tongue-twirled and nibbled her clit, put three fingers into her snatch and, after some teasing, another in her ass. She'd never had a guy pet her G-spot before, but Vlad did.Her inarticulate utterances weren't new, but more protracted than she was used to. She recovered quickly, yet not quickly enough to stop her new lover from moving on to Mia who gladly let him go down on her as well. Le had propped herself up and begun to look around when she noticed a reclining Brandy studying the three of them.‘That felt nice, really nice,' she communicated after a few seconds.‘Don't I know it,' Brandy sighed. She didn't seem to be unhappy with her, or Vlad. There was a pregnant pause as Vlad continued to devote himself to Mia's gratification. ‘All three triplets are wonderful, but I think I've got the best one.'‘Are we ever going to be with the Football Team again?' Le'd wondered.‘Hmmm; ‘ Brandy frowned then, ‘Vlad, Pearl isn't convinced.'And then he'd gone and 'convinced' her, which had been odd. For a moment, when he returned to her, he'd seemed distracted, or put out. Once he made eye contact, Le felt as if their whole world contracted down to just the two of them.Or that was how it had been recalled by Le later as she tried to remember every erotic murmur, sensuous movement, whispered word and tantalizing slap of flesh against flesh. They hadn't fucked. They had made love and until Vlad, she hadn't know the difference. It was sex; but with the difference being she felt he really gave a damn, and not only about how she felt right then, but how she felt, period. It had been so different; and exciting; and so worth repeating.Which brought her back to today, at Brandy's house, playing around the pool and trying not to pull Vlad aside for another round of whatever he had done to her. Le had been trying to figure out this new pecking order and how to best profit from it. She wasn't so egotistical she thought she could steal Vlad away from Brandy; she accepted Brandy had more of the feminine traits which drew Vlad's eyes.Then there was the ravenous way Randi Leigh regarded the young man when she thought Brandy wasn't keeping an eye on her. The way Betty Jo and Alondra teased him was even;‘You spend a whole bunch of time watching what other people are doing,' was whispered into her ear. Le nearly tumbled off the recliner she'd been using.She was able to catch her blow-pop before it fell out of her mouth with judicious use of her lips thus buying her a little more time and stopping her from gasping in fear. Mrs. Samsonov had snuck up on her.‘Ma; Ma; Mrs. Samsonov? Huh?' she was a bit too slow on the comeback.‘You can call me Gayle,' the crouched, mature lady regarded her; much like a feral cat gazing at a frightened field mouse.‘Ah; okay, Gayle,' she hammed it up with a cute tilt of the head. The older woman's eyes narrowed.‘I am beginning to think you aren't quite as dumb as you pretend to be,' Gayle murmured. ‘Now why would that be?'‘What be?' Le played along. Mrs. Samsonov's look became downright menacing.‘I don't like being played for the fool,' she whispered. ‘I'm real sure Vlad and his brothers will be even less amused.'Then, in a flash, the triplet's mother stood and smiled down at her, though Le could sense the humor didn't touch her eyes, or her words. ‘Have fun this weekend, Pearl. Act dumb around school if you like, but my children and I don't have time for such games.'‘I; Mrs.; Gayle, why; how did you figure it out?' Le's protests went from lame to a whisper. When denial was clearly no longer an option, she wanted to know what she'd done to give herself away.Gayle studied her for a few; very long; seconds.‘Smart people can act stupid, but stupid people can't act smart. That being said, really dumb people have bad body posture, often have their mouths open when they don't know what to say; not your candy; and don't react when they themselves say stupid shit,' Gayle enlightened her.‘You make simple statements, but not stupid ones; like Alondra and Betty Jo do. They stay stupid things while you don't. True, they are dumber than most, but they are the ones you are trying to model yourself after, failing, and failing in a manner a suitably observant person can pick up on. After all, for the past two years, how many guys, or girls, have wanted to test your conversational skills?'Le was taken aback at how helpful the older lady was and began taking mental notes.‘Are you; how angry are you with me?' Le worried.‘We accept you've had to deal with different social factors at Davis Consolidated (High School) before we came here. Choices you made last year and before now are in the past. If you don't want to learn from your mistakes, that's on you.'‘If we change?'‘You are no longer cum dumps for the Football Teams. You are the Supreme Female Social Organization with the Samsonov boys making sure you won't be abused, or used as sexual trophies.‘But there still will be sex?' Le gulped. Gayle Samsonov's countenance was downright savage.‘Would you do every member of the Football Team, or just my Vlad?' she posed the question (trap). Le really liked the Football gangbangs, blowjobs and bukkake sessions. Her hunger to embrace the madness which had turned her Mother away from her (White) Father and brought her (Le) into existence came into conflict with her desire to recapture the personal experience she'd shared with Vlad.‘Isn't he mostly interested in Brandy?'‘He's devoted to Brandy, but Brandy will let him spend time with you as long as you support Brandy and Taliyah; plus you keep Vlad's interest because it is the right thing to do,' Mrs. Samsonov explained. Le wasn't used to thinking of either Brandy, or Taliyah, as magnanimous, except;‘Do Brandy and Taliyah confide in you?' Le made an educated leap. Of course, Taliyah's mother was opposed to all things Fonteneau; but here she was, chaperoning the same party, and Brandy had been utterly under Darius' spell at the start of the year; yet clearly was now madly devoted to Gayle's middle son.Gayle's grin lost some of its hostile quality.‘Clever indeed.'Le gave a shy smile in response.‘Enjoy the weekend, Pearl. Open up to Vlad if you get the chance. He's not intimidated by smart women, he likes reading; not as much as sex, but he's still happy to learn; and teach,' Gayle imparted. As she walked away, Le had to wonder how her whole world had transformed; no; evolved. She hoped it was evolving into something much more intriguing than what they were all surrendering. She jumped up and ran to catch up with the older woman. There was so much more she could learn.Victoria ‘Mad Vicky' Orem.‘Come on, Alexander, join us beating up these cheerleader-bitches,' Vicky pleaded with the oldest Samsonov triplet. She'd scampered over to him because her team needed the help and she wasn't sure Kaelyne would be able to return with Mikhail (and Taliyah) from inside.Currently it was her, Kaelyne, Vlad, Sgt. Louisa Petrakis (the State Cop) and Ms. Blanchard versus Missy Brandy, Sultana, Noémie Lucie, Amber Lee and Misty Dawn. With the size, or lack thereof, of herself and Kaelyne, the plan was to replace Ms. Blanchard and the Sarge with Mikhail and/or Alexander.‘I'm still busted up,' he grinned up at her.‘Oh, come on. Don't be a wimp,' she teased him, her fists on her thin, boney hips and thrust out her small chest. Her brand new white, string bikini shown on her tan-less body with the top being so conservative with the fabric it consisted of little more than two tringles kept together by their tie strings. If only she'd had more than 'A' cup sized boobs to fill them;‘Well, if you can pull me up, I'll do my best,' he conceded. Sure, she was 90 lbs. soaking wet while he was 220 lbs., but Vicky was fearless and determined to avenge the earlier pool massacre. She yanked, yanked, made some progress then went for a two hand grip on his left hand. Alexander reversing things, lightning-quick and pulled her down across his body, catching her by surprise.‘Hey!' she protested quite vocally.‘I'd like to kiss you,' Alexander requested passionately.Shock, pleasure, leaning down into Alexander; and nipping his nose.‘Ow,' he complained.‘Took you long enough,' Vicky teased him.Alexander's sudden, expressive and very public sign of affection had been the last thing she'd expected. Yes, they had exchanged sexually charged barbs and erotic innuendo for the past few days; but honestly, Vicky had felt the Samsonov she craved was beyond her. She Knew all the cheerleaders were better looking and even Kaelyne had bigger boobs. Even the 'old ladies' were disappointingly curvaceous, busty and intriguing; at least to the guys.‘Am I going to get that kiss?' Alexander brightened up.‘I don't know,' she vaulted onto his recliner so she ended up straddling his stomach just above the top of his trunks. ‘I kinda like the idea of sexually torturing you,' she added as she sat down; on him.‘Vicky!' Kaelyne reappeared out of the house with Mikhail. ‘Are you two coming?'‘Ocupado!' Vicky triumphantly pronounced. Only then, with her palms placed on Alexander's muscular pectorals, did she lean in for that kiss.‘Yippee!' Kaelyne whooped back. She truly was Vicky's best friend.‘Hey Vicky, don't break him,' Mikhail added in his own teasing.‘I make no promises,' Vicky shot back loudly and proudly. In reality, she had zero sexual experience. She had just had her first kiss; which was warm, wet and wonderful; and she was totally virgin.Vicky had never fit in, battled with ADHD most of her life and had never felt the desire to conform to any of the norms of Kingston, or Davis County. Her hair was always off-color, her only true friend was a shy, introverted, gun-loving lesbian nearly as physically under-developed as she was and, despite the oft-promise of pain, she'd never knuckled under to the bullies.Her musical tastes were unknown bands from other continents and she despised the Sports Religion, so she had expected to serve out her High School years in social exile; but the arrival of the Samsonov's had changed all that. Now she was at a Pool Party with the Cheer Squad; even though as an addendum to Kaelyne; and sexually taunting one hunk of a guy.They kissed twice more before Vicky began serpentining down his body. Lips caressed Alexander's chin, Adam's apple and sternum. Awkwardly, she reached a hand between them and between her spread legs, patting her partner's swimsuit. It took him a few seconds to figure out what Vicky was searching for.‘Umm,' he coughed, somewhat embarrassed. Vicky was turning out to be far more physically aggressive than he'd assumed. ‘It has; ah; expanded down my left leg.'‘Oh!' Vicky popped up, giving Alexander a wicked grin like some demented pixie. ‘Thanks.'She was doubly pleased. He was both not so offended as to be put off plus he was aroused. Check that; triply pleased! Alexander's Baloney Pony Was Huge! (In her inexperienced estimation). She grabbed that manly earthworm and began maneuvering it 'due north'. Soon it was rubbing beneath her covered vulva. Wiggling on it felt wonderful.Alexander's moan was almost as pleasing.‘Oh; ‘ she taunted him, ‘does someone like that?'Alexander gave two, pained nods.What 'Mad Vicky' lacked in real world expertise she compensated for with a rich, diverse and ignored 'For 18+' warning labels, internet history.She pushed herself up slowly, adding an extra twist to her wicked grin when Alexander's eyes flickered to her bikini-top covered assets. Her own quick assessment revealed that while her breasts remained small, her puffy areolas and thick, stubby nipples were flushed with blood and making indentations against her scanty covering. As she kept pushing up, Vicky couldn't help but feel victorious.She had Alexander's cock angling toward his belly button (with the tip no longer contained by his trunks) which had the added benefit of the muscle separating her labia (though equally under wraps). Damn, it felt fine! Vicky was now perpendicular to Alexander's reclining form. Her guy / victim was totally focused on her. The only thing which could make things better was to; He he he he; rub it in.Vicky raised her arms over her head, fingers interlocked then began gyrating and rocking back and forth on his aroused rod.‘Oh Yeah!' she exulted. Things only got better.After a few cycles, Alexander propped himself up with his right elbow and reached out with his left hand, placing it just below her right breast.Vicky figured he was testing her reactions. She was positively luminescent. The oldest Samsonov triplet took that as permission to move three fingers up so he could began playing with her erect nipple through her top. That felt so fine, too. The better, kept getting better.‘Hey!' Misty Dawn Sizemore protested. ‘What's that little freak doing with our guy?'Yep! Vicky's soul soared. She'd stolen a guy the cheerleaders wanted. She was doing her rendition of a barrel-riding/pole-dancing girl routine on top of him for all of those bitches to see. And the better just kept on coming.‘You like?' she resumed her taunting. Alexander nodded again. His words were unexpected.‘I really like your body, Vicky,' he expressed with such genuine openness and innocent trust it caused the tiny temptress to pause.‘You do, don't you?' she barely annunciated.‘Yeah. These nipples look absolutely delicious, you have this pert, tight little ass that wiggles every time you take a bouncing step and your smile is luminous, Vicky. Has no one has ever told you that before?'She digested his compliments and more before deciding he both was not playing her and was really, really sweet.‘No,' she added a little extra wiggle, ‘You would be the first.' Pause. ‘So, you like watching my ass?'‘Behave,' Gayle Samsonov shouted from across the pool. She and Pearl Yates were walking together down to the lawn set aside for the volleyball match.So many replies;‘But I don't want to,' Vicky faux-whined. ‘He's so yummy.'‘I wasn't talking to you, Vicky. I was warning my eldest,' Gayle laughed.‘I don't want to, Ma,' Alexander joined the protest. ‘She's so yummy!'‘Don't make me come over there,' Gayle stopped and shook her finger in their direction. Alexander flopped down and groaned. He even draped his left elbow over his eyes.‘Does this mean we stop?' Vicky get gyrating on his cock.‘I'm afraid so. Going against my Ma is dangerous. Her mean-streak is legendary among those lucky enough to be left alive,' he moaned. ‘Trust me, Vicky' he moved his arm so they were making long, in depth eye contact once more, ‘I'll get you later.'‘What about all the other girls?' she play-pouted. She was really loving this banter.‘Can I leave it at 'Mom's evil plan requires me and my Brothers to romance the Cheer Squad'; please?' Alexander frowned. Vicky wanted to know more. Accepting anything with blind obedience wasn't in her. ‘You are the one who engages me. I confess I didn't see you right away. I had some other crap on my mind, but I see you now and I'm honest about really liking what you're showing.'Pause.‘You are still going to fuck me, right?' she ground her crotch down on his cock.‘Hell yeah,' he coughed. ‘Can't you feel how hard you are making me?'‘Teehee,' Vicky giggled. ‘Just don't go all around school bragging about it,' she reiterated an earlier exchange they'd shared. ‘I'm not that kind of girl.' Total Lie.‘As I recall you are a 'write her name on the bathroom stalls' kind of girl,' he laughed.Vicky snickered.‘Don't make me have to tattoo my name on your dick,' she faux-threatened.‘Ouch,' Alexander winched. ‘Have I told you how much I adore your ass?'‘And my eyes,' she preened. She gave his cock one more vigorous circuit of stimulation then dismounted. ‘Let's go play volleyball before your Mamma has to come back up here and kick my adorable little ass.'‘How about we go down and you sit in my lap as we watch?' he offered instead. ‘I'm kind of still in a great deal of pain. Cracked ribs and all.'‘Fine,' Vicky began pulling the large man-boy up, ‘Kaelyne and I will tag in and out because, while I like that dick, I still want to kick some cheerleader ass.'‘Are you any good at volleyball,' he asked as they hobbled down to the gathering, his left arm draped over her shoulders.‘Never played before in my life. I rocked at tetherball in Kindergarten. How much harder can this be?' Vicky joked.Alexander snorted. Vicky was soaking up the jealous, angry looks being sent her way as she helped him approach. Would she pay for her usurpation later? Most likely, but the promise of retribution from those who thought they were better than her had never stopped her before; and they certainly weren't going to stop her now. This was turning out to be one of the best days of her life.Taliyah and Dominique.Taliyah found her Mother in the Carson's den running her finger over various books on the shelf while drinking a tall glass of 'something'.‘Mamma, how are you going to fix this?' she started off. Dominique looked over her shoulder then slowly turned around, a rather unhappy look on her face.‘Baby, there is no fixing what's wrong with your Daddy and I.'‘Mamma!' Taliyah shouted.

The Hoes and Bitches Need A Champion.Based on a post by FinalStand, in 13 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Explicit Novels. ‘Once you go Black, you don't go back; unless you are an Amerindian, Arabic, Asian, Black, Indian, Latina, or White girl, or guy who has tried Black, then found sexual fulfillment with a non-Black person and created a blissful relationship with them'Introduction:Right off the bat, be warned that I'm using the 'N' words, nigger, niggah, my niggah, plus homie, thug, coon, buck, spook, spade and whatever other crude racial slurs that come to mind. This story plays to both Black and White stereotypes.Lastly, this story is rather flippant with the entire concept of sexual assault. Those who have red my previous tales know this is not my attitude at all. For the sake of this genre I had to grapple with the concept of forcing a woman and 'making them love that cock'Prelude:My tale begins as the Winter Man Saga 1300 years ago, about the year 700 AD. One small clan of my Swedish ancestors lost a brutal feud with their neighbors. Their farms were burned, animals slaughtered and their women and children taken as slaves. Only three young brother-warriors survived, wounded but unconquered. The victors chased them high into the mountains when a terrible winter storm struck.The three brothers were trudging across a glacier between the mountain peaks in Whiteout conditions. The lead brother stepped into a crevasse and slid to the bottom of the glacier. Not giving up on their last kinsman, the other two slid down into the darkness after him. At the roots of that glacier they found an ice cavern formed by snow that fell 100,000 years ago.They melted the ice for water with their body heat and in doing so, unleashed a demoness (virus) that no man had ever known and survived. The three men grew very sick, but their fierce desire for vengeance kept them from succumbing. When they emerged from their icy tomb, they discovered that several of their pursuers had frozen to death in the blizzard and the rest had returned to their stolen homes and purloined lands, thinking the three brothers were dead.In the dark of the long northern night, they snuck upon the Great Hall of their enemies. When one of the brothers saw his 'former' wife doing a slave's work, he revealed himself to her. She rejoiced at the return of her love; physically, then brought the three table scraps to survive on. In the process, they learned that their sisters were also alive and the sexual playthings of their male nemeses.Due to the depth of winter, stealing back their womenfolk wasn't possible. They'd all freeze to death if they didn't starve first. To repay their enemy's wickedness, one of the brother's snapped and raped one of the chief's daughters. He was possessed with an unearthly desire and held her in a stable for hours. Only when he was utterly spent did he fall asleep.She ran to her father and returned with many warriors. So the first of the brothers was taken. He was tortured and abused. For three long nights he suffered at the hands of his captors yet refused to admit any of his other brothers were still alive. After that third night, the chief's daughter sneaked past the sleeping guards of the chained man, and raped him.For the next five nights, while her father, brothers and husband slept, she raped and raped and raped that brother. On the fifth night, a sister-in-law caught her at it. The daughter pled for the other to spare her; that the man's sexual prowess had ensnared her. She even challenged her kinswoman to sample the 'fruit' before turning her in. Five women later, the brother cracked and told the women how to find his brothers.The night after the Spring Equinox Celebrations, the women of their enemy rose up and slaughtered all their adult menfolk at the behest of the three brothers, on the conditions that their youngest sons be spared and that the men continue to share their favors with all the womenfolk (who were not their kin).The Sammi ClanThe isolated region of the land of the Swedes kept my ancestors out of contact with the wider world for some time. Many generations later, a son of that clan came to lead a band of (female) Finns. His Swedish name is forgotten. The Finns called him Sami (the Exalted One, no shit). He and this band took to fur trading along the Eastern tributaries of the Volga.In time, this group became identified with the Varangian. The Sons of Sami intermarried with the Slavs, becoming Slavicized and the Sons of Sami became Samsonovs. They followed the Rus expansion into the eastern tributaries of the Volga reaching Nizhny Novgorod in the 10th century.Then came the Mongol Conquest, the Tartar Yoke, Rus reunification and the Russian drive across Siberia. The Samsonovs remained tightly clannish and uncomfortable in urban settings. That wanderlust led them across the Bering Straits into Alaska where their genetic abnormality, the gift of that ancient demoness (virus), slumbered in isolation and monogamy.After a thousand years, the tales of mass orgies with strange women and protective female war bands faded into obscurity. Then my Mom, the brilliant, driven eccentric came along. Once she became enraptured with her own Samsonov lover, she had to know the secret of Samsonov men's sexual prowess.With her burning intellect and educational background, she eventually figured it out. She was also amoral enough to keep the knowledge to herself and vengeful enough to plan to use our curse as a weapon.My Living Family·         Father, Nikolay 'Nik' Samsonov;·         Mother, Gayle Fonteneau Samsonov;·         The Triplets, Alexander 'Alex', Mikhail and Vladimir 'Vlad'; that's me.Sitting at the dinner table, I protested; ‘Mom, You actually expect me to believe my Father, Brothers and I have the genetic capability to addict every woman we have sex with to our schlongs? That's nuts!'Mom retorted; ‘As opposed to thinking the color, length and girth of a phallus makes any woman lose all sense of loyalty, morality and decorum so she can become a man's sex sleeve, whore, bitch, property? Yes, I do.'The lives of my family took an unexpected detour in the spring of this year. My great-aunt Matilda (Mattie) died and willed her estate to Mom. I had never met the woman while she was alive yet in death she would have a profound effect on all our lives. Mom's family was a mess; a crowded dingy with a madhouse of odd characters.Lionel was my eldest maternal uncle. He was a Big, Bulging Brain working as a Chief Technical Advisor for NASA; a solitary crusader for all Mankind. What was he a technical advisor for? If anything left terra firma for more than fifteen seconds, he knew every detail about it. That included volcanic eruptions too. When we were younger, he invited us to various volcanoes (both above and beneath the waves). Great guy.Cassius, my second uncle, was serving time in Indonesia for piracy. Mom said he was meaner than every saltwater crocodile that ever lived. The two times I'd met him, he'd been a lean, happy laconic kind of guy with a love for military history. Mom said he was a charismatic rebel who was possessed by an obsession to defy authority in all its forms.Dido was child number three; my Mom's older sister, married to an Evangelical Televangelist in Nebraska under an assumed name, Paula Richmond. She also had a MD in Psychiatry and a Master's in Public Communications (under her real name), which she kept secret from the fundamentalist congregation. The few times we met; she was the perfect mother. Secretly, we three sons wished she'd been our mother instead of our real mother. Mom said Aunt Dido was a master manipulator and wielded a cruel whip;Then there was Mom's twin, Uncle Theo, who never lived in one place, traveled all around the globe and had every law enforcement agency in the civilized world looking for him. We always receiving presents from him during all the normal holidays; like Michaelmas, Holy Week, the start of Lent, Martinmas (his favorite) and our birthdays; which arrived at random, unrelated times of the year and never from the same location.He was the only one we'd never met, but the one Mom loved the most. Dad suspected he was a narco-trafficker while Mom insisted he was too paranoid to be considered reliable for that line of work. Mom told us he'd spent his formative years killing people for Uncle Sam until one day he simply walked away from Fort Bragg and became an independent contractor.The Defense Department sent some fine, brave men from Joint Special Operation Command, to talk to Mom every few months. They made sure not to trip over the CIA and Homeland Security types who occasionally staked out our house. We boys guessed they came around every time Uncle Theo assassinated people. Mom taught us how to appreciate them in an elaborate ritual she called 'April Fool's, which became an 'any day of the year' activity.My Mom's father (I never met the guy) was a leader of a cult in Nevada. He went down, guns blazing during a DEA raid. Apparently his interests included both harems and marijuana production.Mom's mom? She left my Mother outside a dive bar in San Diego and was never seen again. She had doctorates in Biology and Physics as well as the reputation for being a certifiable Space Cadet. Mom insisted her mom hadn't abandoned her, she'd simply forgotten where she left her youngest daughter who was 15 at the time.After five days, Mom decided to join an Alternative Rock band instead of looking for the lady yet again. Seven years later, she was declared legally dead; though all her offspring believed she was still alive; somewhere; doing something.Then you had Dad's family. We had some characters on that side of the family, just not like Mom's. For starters, Samsonovs were bred for law enforcement. We'd been arresting bad guys since the 1500's. We'd been doing that in Alaska since the time of the tsars. When the Alaskan Territory was sold to the United States; well, my ancestors simply started writing their reports in English instead of Russian.Over the centuries, we had bagged serial killers, smugglers, poachers, drug dealers, domestic abusers and thieves. Mostly they arrested drunks and wackos. My Great Grandfather Petrov was a law enforcement legend in Alaska. Alone, he ran down a pack of murderous robbers in the dead of winter before they made it to 'safety' in the Yukon Territory.In the spring, they found them frozen solid, him leading five men, he recorded in his journal he'd killed the other three while apprehending the gang, back in chains. That pretty much defined the nature of my Father's family, no too many stellar geniuses, but always relentless past all norms of endurance and reason. The moment females were allowed in law enforcement, the womenfolk joined the profession.My Aunt Iliana was in the Coast Guard, that made her the 'Black sheep' in this clan. Taking the law out to the high seas was about as wild as Dad's family got. Dad was pretty much the standard issue for my kin. Big, Dad was 6' 5' and 290 lbs., and about as imaginative as a glacier. Why Mom married Dad had long been a mystery to his sons.Don't get me wrong. I loved my Dad, but the man used a grand total of twenty different sentences his entire life. The fewer words he had to speak, the happier he was. He was a nice guy, never drinking too much and I'd never seen him lose his temper. He smiled, was unerringly polite and had always been helpful and playful with us kids from our earliest memories.Grandpa, my great-aunts and -uncles, my aunts, uncles and cousins by blood were the exact same way. I mean that quite literally. We all pretty much looked alike as well. Those who married, married eccentrics. In our regular family get-togethers that translated over to the blood kin in one room saying and doing nothing (we were already cluing into some sort of primitive telepathy) and being very happy that way, while the married relations were in another room packing on the lunacy.There was no middle ground; you were either a silent, brooding peak in the Samsonov mountain range, or the aurora borealis. That left me and my brothers, we were triplets, in a precarious position. We looked like smaller versions of our Dad (we were still growing) yet were totally at the mercy of our Mother most of our young lives. Recall what I said about eccentrics and lunatic behavior. Mom was the Queen of the Asylum.Mom quickly fell in love with 'things' and she loved doing those things with family. Since Dad worked long hours, family meant my brothers and me. We could make passable pottery by age seven. Krav Maga? Screw this 'driving to some dojo in Anchorage' crap. Mom signed us up for a two week course in Israel and online lessons for a year. Archery, check. Rewiring our house and refitting all the plumbing, check.The three of us were SCA squires at age 12. Pleading to Dad was pointless. He'd smile, mess up our hair and remind us these excursions made our Mother happy aka he wasn't going to help us have normal lives. We had some ex-Green Beret guys teach us outdoor survival skills in Wyoming. We could pull wool, make thread and knit a set of pants and sweaters.I and my brothers had to memorize 1200 medically useful plants before we could get our Christmas presents when we were 14. We free-climbed mountains, ran 10Kms, kayaked, were proficient seamen on a sailing ship and learned how to navigate by the Sun, Moon and stars. Around the age of 15, we figured out that Mom had a ton of money squirreled away. There was no way Dad, with his civil servant's salary, could afford all this crazy shit.By the age of 18 we had such a crazy patchwork set of skills, we weren't sure what we would end up doing with our lives; though tracking down Uncle Theo and living a life on the run was looking more attractive every month. What we didn't have were great social lives. We all had girlfriends at one time, or another, but they never lasted.Right before any of us were about to get serious with any girl in high school, my Mom dragged us off; to things like a five day course on Renaissance artwork in Milan; that's Italy. We had to learn to speak Italian in three days, plus during the flight over. Mom made it easy for us. We could only speak Italian the entire time. Doing that at school was 'fun'. Dad? He smiled and said nothing for three days.Welcome to the Fonteneau House, Kingston, ArkansasAnyway, Mom's Great-aunt Mattie kicked the bucket and left her vast fortune in northwestern Arkansas to my Mom. The old bird hated the rest of the nutjobs in the clan, but adored my Mom (and Theo). Upon receiving the news, my brothers and I began thinking the same thing: banjo lessons, redneck stunts and girls in Daisy Dukes. By 'fortune' we were thinking a ramshackle Ozark shack sitting on a mountain top.Nope. Great-aunt Mattie was loaded. In fact, Mom's whole family had tons of money. They'd made a killing, quite literally, during the White expansion westward using various despicable means. They'd even been cursed by an entire Indian Tribe for bilking them off their land. Mom's family blamed that malediction for their bizarre behavior.That Arkansas home was actually the summer residence for the Fonteneau clan from a hundred years ago. Along with the palatial residence came thousands upon thousands of acres spread over a quarter of the state (and some land in Texas, Missouri and Oklahoma too).Tara, or the Biltmore estate, it was not, but it certainly had pretensions. It was a wide and roomy, rambling Victorian structure. The house proper (there were two barns, a stable, storage sheds, two garages, one attached and the other stand-alone, semi-attached servant quarters and four outlying hunting lodges) abutted the Kingston town limits.The place was big enough to require Mom to employ six staff;Phineas Cobb the third, an angry, sullen old White guy and his carbon-copy son, Phineas IV, were our two Wardens. That meant they took care of the outlying property which included hunting down poachers, interlopers and moonshiners (the competition, no doubt) and seeing to the upkeep of the various lodges, roads, trails and bridges around the place. Phineas the third and Mom; well, he cried and hugged Mom when he saw her, so we didn't know what to think of him and his son.Bebe Marston worked the stables and the twelve horses therein. She was a college dropout, White and 21; a woman at one of life's crossroads. Great Aunt Mattie brought her on a few months before she passed on. Bebe was a bit shy and distant around the menfolk. Mom treated Bebe like her long lost daughter; they got along fine.Thomas Freeman was the groundskeeper. Thomas seemed nice enough, a polite and somewhat deferential older Black man. I liked him. Mom fired him the moment the lawyer finished reading Maggie's Will. She believed the man was a back-biter, liar and a thief.Kamika Perry was the cook. She was a largish, plump Black woman with a large family in town. She was a tyrant in the kitchen but friendly and out-going everywhere else. She knew Mom from before; before what, we didn't know. She was close to Mom's age and was the niece of the former cook. She and Mom were cordial yet a tad formal.Nefertiti Cooke was the upstairs maid. She was a whip-tin attractive Black woman in her late-20s and joined Thomas heading out the door. Mom discharged her due to Nefertiti's sour attitude and general unwillingness to adhere to a work schedule.Anita Turner was our downstairs maid and overall manager of the other servants. Like Kamika, she knew Mom from her previous stay at the house, though Anita was already part of the staff back then. They acted like old friends though they understood the mistress-servant dynamics of their relationship.Mom solved our labor shortage by bringing in Mexicans (Hondurans actually). The two families divided up the nine rooms in the detached servants' quarters with Bebe, since Anita and Kamika lived in town and the Cobb's had their own cottage somewhere on the property.Hector Martinez became our new groundskeeper. He had a wife, Maria. Mom enrolled her in some online college courses so she could get a teaching license. They were both pretty young.Consuela Castro was our new upstairs maid. She was a single mother with a son, Gustavo (10), and a daughter, Isabo (6); they went to the local elementary school in town. Both families were very nice to us and seemed happy with their current circumstance. Since this job was their first go at being domestic servants, Mom told us to be patient and respectful while they learned the ropes from Anita and Mr. Cobb (only Mom could call him Phineas without pissing him off).My brothers and I, our Father, the Martinez's and the Castro's couldn't have predicted the shit-storm Mom was creating between our house and the dominant Black populace of Kingston along the great racial divide. The Hondurans had spent half their lives learning to keep their heads low when faced with discrimination. We didn't, nor did we know that Mom was acting with deliberate malice of forethought at that time.To help appreciate our understanding of the situation, we triplets had known a grand total of four Black people well enough to call them by their Christian names our entire lives. One was a crazy, older guy who had been a sniper at some point in his military career. By crazy, I meant he'd go off on tangents in mid conversation, or just stopping entirely. We all liked the guy.He and Granddad Samsonov were real tight. They'd served together in Vietnam and we boys suspected something bad had happened to them both, something which scarred and bound them together closer than brothers. He and Alexander went hunting all the time back in Alaska. All I knew was Morris (Grandpa's comrade-in-arms) was treated like family.That meant if Morris got in trouble, fifteen to twenty Samsonov's would show up to bail him out. That's what family meant. The other two were a retired Air Force couple, Parker and Mariana Carrington plus their infant William, that had moved in next door (that's 40 yards away in Alaska) when I was fourteen. They were in their early thirties and wanted to start a family. The woman had been pregnant with her second child when we left.My Mom and another neighbor trundled her off to a clinic during her first birth. Dad had driven fifty miles in a blizzard to get her husband, so he could witness his firstborn come into the world. The man worked as a fishing boat mechanic and had gotten stuck at work when his wife went into early labor. It was the Alaskan way to look after one another.I never much thought about minorities. There were nearly as many Native Alaskans attending my schools as White folk. The Natives knew my family going back eight generations. I had a few cousins who were 'First Peoples'. Minority? Majority? We were Alaskans and that was that.Again, I didn't think much about there being a social and economic racial crevasse when I showed up in Kingston, Arkansas. I probably would have been totally blind-sided about it if Dad hadn't done his due diligence and went to the Kingston Police Station and Davis County Sheriff's Office to report his status as an Alaskan State Trooper and register his firearms.Since we didn't know what to look for, we missed the obvious signs of trouble. The Black police officer that Dad talked to was; impolite. He informed Dad there would be no 'courtesy' given despite Dad's professionalism, i.e. he wasn't permitted to carry any of his licensed firearms. The Sheriff's department was very different.We met the Sheriff and the man got Dad to be about as verbose as I'd ever seen him. The Sheriff verified Dad's story, gave him a 90 Day permit for his sidearm and told him to make no never mind over the Town cops' hostility. He certainly seemed pleased Dad had three big, strong, strapping boys and gave Dad an application to join his department.That night, Dad informed us all at the dining room table he was considering the Sheriff's job offer. Mom was secretly pleased (like her sister, she IS an evil mastermind and master manipulator). Anita, Bebe and Kamika were eating with us as well, Mom insisted all the help do so (the Hondurans weren't with us yet), and I detected a hint of worry in their posture. I would have thought 'us' staying in the house, thus their continued employment, would be seen as a good thing.Welcome To Kingston.That night, over some late night cocoa, Mom gave the family the regional 4-1-1. Kingston was 75% Black, 20% White and 5% other. The rest of Davis County was 95% White and 5% Black and other. In Kingston, the Blacks ruled the town. All elected officials and police officers were Black. The Sheriff's department had a few Black officers, but was mostly White.It would have been all White except a combined lawsuit by Southern Poverty Law Center and N Double A CP, forced the County to 'integrate'. I asked the logical question: why hadn't the town been forced to integrate too? Mom told me that wasn't how things worked in the Lower 48. Here, Blacks couldn't discriminate; they could only be discriminated against.The Federal government said so. I was sensing shades of Uncle Theo in Mom's blanket assessment of things. My brothers and I were wrong. Mom was right. We were entering White Man's Hell aka Big Black Cock Country. Of course, Mom wasn't sadistic, or masochistic. She had a tidbit of knowledge no one this side of British Columbia was aware of, a Secret Weapon.Dad applied for and got the job of Senior Deputy, which riled some of the other (read: Black) deputies, but Dad's extensive experience and easy-going manner eased his entry into the unit. Mom remained Mom, an unconventional, beautiful, free-spirited kook. She made no effort to make friends. I was the boldest of the triplets so I asked her why.‘Do you know how your Father's family would rather hack of a hand than go back on their word?' she gazed at me intently. I nodded. When she said 'Father' instead of 'Dad', this was our cue that this was a Major Life lesson we had best memorize. ‘These people aren't like that. They will take that which is not theirs, break trusts, sully families and lie to your face.'‘These women are all bold-faced whores, cock-hungry tramps and sluts who get abortions because they don't know what color the daddy is. The males are either the kind of men who would sleep with those kinds of women, or gutless wonders who won't fight for their rights as boyfriends, brothers, fathers, fiancés and spouses.'‘This is a colored thing, right?' I guessed. I wanted to be wrong.‘Got it in one,' Mom patted me on the shoulder. ‘Most White men in town are spineless wimps, Black men jump on whatever cunt they can crack open and women of either color put up with it, even beg for it. I know because I was once like them.'‘You and Dad?' I worried. Mom gave a deep, hearty laugh.‘That is not going to be a problem, I promise you. The only man for me is your Father,' she smiled. ‘I had plenty of lovers before your Dad. Since one month after I met him, I've never been with another man, or woman, or even wanted one.' More than I wanted to know, but good news none the less.While we were moving in the small amount of belongs that had followed us from Arkansas, two Kingston cops stopped by to see what we were doing. I had spent my entire life around law enforcement who knew about me and my clan. They were always friends and people we could trust. Kingston PD was a rude awakening we weren't in Alaska anymore.They were brusque and intimidating. Their real purpose was to remind my family the house was part of the town, even if the back acreage was not. Mom snorted at their pale deception. She asked to see their warrant. They asked if there was some reason they might need one. Mom politely asked them to leave as they were trespassing.They basked in their defiance. What could Mom really do? If she went all redneck and produced a gun, they'd lock her up, pointing weapons at law enforcement was stupid. Sadly for the cops, familiarity breeds understanding too. Mom gave us the April Fools' signal. Alexander, our oldest triplet, moved the cargo truck so it blocked the officers' view of their patrol car.While Mom looked peeved, feeding the Black cops sense of empowerment, my youngest triplet Mikhail and I (Vladimir) stripped their car of all easily removable parts; the dash-cam went first. They wanted to loiter around on our property? We let them behave stupidly. We dumped the parts and our work gloves in a packing box and carried it right past them.We walked straight out the back too. There was a burning barrel which we made prompt use of, for the oily gloves and box. We had spares. Mikhail tended the fire as I picked up a broken cinder block, a heavy-duty trash bag and walked a few hundred yards to the bog near the creek that ran through our property, county land. The bag and contents went into the bog.I used a branch to make sure it sunk deep before returning. Cleaning off my boots with the outdoor hose completed my destruction of evidence. Ten minutes later a member of the Arkansas Highway Patrol stopped by to see what the problem was. Mom had called them before the sabotage had even begun. She didn't know these two personally, but she knew from earlier visits to her aunt that these two were going to give us 'attitude'.Calling the Sheriff's Department would only cause a standoff where the police had the upper hand, the whole town jurisdiction thing. By the time the HP arrived, Alexander had left with the truck so when the Highway Patrolman began expressing concern for my Mom's civil rights, the two buck butt-bandits made to leave. That didn't work out well for them.First came the circus of the discovery they were missing key parts of their vehicle and the lack of an explanation of how that had happened. Mom wouldn't let the town cops search her place. She happily let the Highway Patrolman (who happened to be Black too) look around. We'd used the hose and the burning barrel because moving was nasty, sweaty work, especially in the Arkansas summer heat.The two policemen blamed us, the triplets. Mom asked them when, in the cops thirty minute trespass, had her 'little angels' stolen the parts, why we would do such a criminal thing, and if they knew where the parts might be. The Highway patrolman was kind of curious about the length of their stay as well.The cops lied, Mom went inside and brought back the camcorder that had taken in the entire event. They were caught in the lie and all they could claim was the cargo truck had been strategically placed to block a visual to their car; as we unloaded our truck. Mom even got the Highway Patrolman to co-sign her complaint to the Arkansas State Police Criminal Investigations department.Mom knew this one wouldn't go anywhere. She had lived with cops long enough to know the value of building up a case file. Alexander was off returning the truck in another county, so he was safe. Mom called him and Dad so they could hook up before Alexander came home. She counted on the cops to be petty and they were.Alexander was on a motorcycle. When he got pulled, the city cops pulled in front of him. Dad stopped as well. Despite their continuing pressure to make Dad leave, they had no legal grounds to do so, he was Alexander's father, who would be responsible for Alex's ride if they took him into custody. Being an off-duty sheriff's deputy wasn't good enough, yet Dad's point was telling.Cops always pull up behind a suspect, not ahead of them unless they want to ignore the dash-cam evidence. Dad had pulled up in his Sheriff's vehicle behind Alexander and his dash-cam was recording everything. They let Alexander off with a Warning Ticket and departed giving father and son dirty looks. School was five days off. We checked out the property for two days. The third morning my brothers and I, on motorcycles, decided to explore Kingston.Having never before confronted such blatant racism, we weren't afraid, we were furious. We hadn't done anything to anybody. We were from Alaskan-Russian stock and had never owned a person ever, as far as we knew. We certainly weren't invested in this whole 'Black slavery, White guilt' issue. Those who gave us attitude about 'White privilege' didn't care for our counter, that saying all White people were alike was equally racist.As Mom had warned us, Black people couldn't be racist; just ask them. Mind you, many of the town's Black residents were friendly and helpful. They just weren't friendly enough to defend us from the 'haters'. At the end of the first day, Mikhail nearly got in a fight with five members of the Black post-high school crowd who were fucking with, and sitting on, our bikes.Where we came from, that was rude in the extreme. When he appeared to be alone, they were boisterous enough. When Alexander and I stepped out of the pool hall (we'd been made unwelcome there), they backed off from their threatening rhetoric. They still wouldn't leave, or get off our bikes. The three versus five odds didn't deter us.It was the lack of faith in the local justice system that encouraged Alexander and me to hold Mikhail back. We had an answer to their intransience, crowding. It takes a great deal of cool to have three guys, all over six feet tall and 220 lbs. lean in on you while you are sitting down. When the current bastard was dealt with, we moved to the next. Before the group could figure a way to thwart us, we had retrieved our bikes and were headed home.The next day, we took Mom's 2012 Shelby V8 Mustang out for a drive. We found the three spots in town the 'White folk' hung out in. We had the Country Western Redneck posse' section of town, pseudo-riche Southerner clique downtown region, and the movie theater (theoretically neutral turf). The saner White middle class had departed for safer pastures, they had established their own municipality a few miles outside of town).The rednecks welcomed our physicality. We were attempting to fit in until they began talking about all those damn 'niggahs'. Alexander broke down after a bit and asked what a 'niggah' was. It was a 'coon'. Since that was of no help, we asked what a 'coon' was.The regulars found our naiveté amusing. It took us three minutes of running a verbal obstacle course to piece together that 'niggahs' was their inbred pronunciation of 'niggers' (a term we knew from TV and movies) which was idiot slang for a Black person. We were 'crackahs', idiot slang for crackers aka White people. Hispanics were 'beeners'; yeah, right.We also learned that the favorite activities for teenage rednecks was knocking over mailboxes as they sped down the road, beating up White girls who sucked Black cock and beating up 'niggahs' who touched White girls. My analysis was that these yahoos were long on talk and short on action.I wasn't a fashion icon yet I could tell these boys could use a bath and some fresh clothes. The girls who hung around this crowd looked about as loyal as salmon during spawning season. At 18, we were hardly experienced, but we weren't desperate virgins either. Girls we had just been introduced to, flirting with us and suggesting later sexual rendezvouses were a definite turn-off because God knows who else they'd been doing it with.That led us to the riche clique. Among the guys; half were snobbish closet gays who weren't our thing. The other half were rich straight guys pretending to be rednecks. Rich White girls pretended to be friends with the rich Black girls. They were used to being pampered by their rich White boyfriends while eyeing every Black stud that crossed their path.Until they realized Samsonov = Fonteneau, they were snide. After that, they tried to convince us we were all (distantly) related. Bloodlines and riches were not the basis for what we called friends so we politely postponed any celebrations.The Cineplex was a hunting ground for all ages. White women I was pretty sure were married to someone else engaged in sexual liaisons with Blacks; be they teens, business types, or lay-abouts. We had no idea if these were random hook-ups, or affairs and we didn't really care.Having wasted nine hours of our lives we definitely wanted back, we ended up rendezvousing with Mom and Dad at his boss's, the Sheriff's, place. Whatever else he was, Robert ‘Big Bob' Carson wasn't an underpaid county employee. His home was nice, expansive, relatively new and sitting on four wonderful acres of land, half woodland/half professionally maintained lawn and gardens. He had an expansive deck with a built-in grill, hot tub and pool out back.My brothers and I had been under the impression this would be an office outing. It ended up being our two families; the five of us, Big Bob and his daughter, Brandy Crystal Carson. There was no Mamma Carson in sight and a lack of family pictures was noticed by us and our Mom. Dad and Bob (it was tough to call him Big Bob when Dad was bigger than he was) were deep in conversation at the outdoor grill when I arrived.‘Vlad, come out here,' my Dad called to me in his easy going manner.‘Brandy!' Bob shouted. I promptly showed up. Dad wasn't a passionate disciplinarian. I didn't hustle out of fear. I hurried out because I wanted my Dad to look good in front of the Sheriff. ‘Hello Vlad,' Big Bob greeted me. ‘You are a strapping lad, big like your Daddy.'That was a bit odd. I had only heard one person call my Father 'Daddy'. That was my Mom when she was feeling frisky. Mom walked around the house naked when the mood struck her (even when we had guests over) and had few compunctions about hopping into Dad's lap when she wanted attention. That was a common enough occurrence that 'us' boys had learned to sneak out of the room quietly before we were ten.Only in the last two years had we figured out part of Mom's bizarre sexual behavior was caused by Dad being utterly clueless where women were concerned. He could spot a shoplifter at a glance, or an expired car registration at fifty feet on a moonless night. I had seen a car saleswoman hit on Dad when he was getting his newest pick-up. She did everything but flash her tits and do a striptease; it all went right over Dad's head.‘Brandy! Get your ass down here!' Bob bellowed. She must have been most of the way to us because she materialized five seconds later.‘Yes Daddy,' Brandy sounded bored. I was too busy gawking to see Big Bob's reaction to his daughter's insolence.Brandy was beyond gorgeous (according to my personal standards). She had pale-blonde hair in a ponytail that clearly went past her shoulder blades. Her caramel skin was the beneficiary of countless sessions with a tanning booth. Her eyes were the darkest blue I'd ever seen. Breasts, Jesus, they were large and firm. I could tell that because she had on a pink crop-top and no bra. I could almost see the bottoms of each orb.Her stomach was muscled with a thin layer of fatty tissue to give her real womanly curves and she had curves to spare. Her waist was narrow and her hips were wide, complimenting her breast size. She had on super-short, cut-off, 'faded-almost-to-White' denim jeans that accentuated her dark skin. Her ass was to die for. A bit big but well-muscled, each a perfect hemisphere.Her thighs and calves were the product of consistent exercise. Hot, hot, hot. She had on white tennis socks (no shoes) that finished off her delectable image.‘Brandy, this is Vladimir, Senior Deputy Samsonov's son. He's going to be your boyfriend this year,' Bob announced. I had a feeling this wasn't open for debate, in his mind.‘What!' Brandy squawked.‘What?' I looked to my Dad.‘What the fuck?' Brandy turned and glared at me. I would have enjoyed her breasts bouncing more if I hadn't been eyeballing my patriarch.‘Dad?' I kept my voice calm. Brandy was fantastic looking, but I didn't want anyone dictating my social life, period. I was eighteen. Besides, Brandy was turning out to have a far less appealing personality, Pretty Princess syndrome.‘Brandy, Vladimir's a nice boy. His father is 'good people',' Bob laid out his case.How did he know I was a good boy? He was taking a lot on faith.‘I don't want to date this loser,' Brandy shouted. 'Loser'? She didn't knew me either.‘If you don't keep Vlad as your boyfriend, then no cheerleading and no dance team,' Bob glared at his daughter. This clash of wills made no sense to me.‘No way!' Brandy glanced back at her Dad, protested loudly and stomped her foot on the wooden deck.‘Well then, you need to be home at 3:20 pm every school day,' Bob threatened. ‘And I'll make sure to check up on you.' Before I could wonder about Big Bob's abuse of power, I noted the state of the art security system, cyber-nanny.Brandy turned on me in a furor. Her face was screwed up with anger, her fists were clenched and I was working double-time to not ogle the cleave she enhanced by leaning forward. Man, she hated me for reasons I couldn't fathom. I disgusted her which I didn't get either. Plenty of non-relative women had called me good-looking and handsome.I had a healthy, well-defined physique, nice thick, blonde hair and the common sense to keep my body and clothes clean and casual. My only downside I'd ever been told about was my size, I was tall for my age and 'cut'. Brandy was 5' 4'. I was 6' 2'. I had stormy grey eyes, light blonde hair the color of wheat and skin spared the ravages of acne.‘Brandy, I am as uncomfortable and surprised about this as you are,' I tried to placate her. ‘Do you want to talk about it?' She forced herself to appear calm.‘Fine Victor,' she grumbled. Worse than getting my name wrong was the look of viciousness that glimmered in her eyes. ‘We'll make Daddy happy and be a cookie-cutter couple.'‘Dad?' I tried to exit this fiasco with some decorum.‘You'll do fine son,' he responded. That wasn't helpful.‘I'll see you Monday morning, Victor,' Brandy snidely mocked me before leaving. I turned to follow her thunderous retreat.Running after her would have felt pathetic so my sedate pursuit meant she put some distance between us. She ran right into Mom, who grabbed her arm.‘I'm warning you right now,' Mom hissed. ‘Don't have sex with any of my sons.'‘That won't be a problem,' Brandy snorted. I was filth in her mind

God fills us with His goodness and sustains us. #theloriclineshow Interested in learning more about becoming a devoted follower of Christ? Go to follow.lifeword.org! ~~~ Have you ever been excited about a lemon? Well I have and I'll tell you why! I got one for Christmas this year. It wasn't wrapped in a box or anything, I actually picked it off of a tree. This wasn't just any lemon off of any lemon tree. This was a lemon that grew on a lemon tree that my parents bought and planted in a pot. My Daddy was so proud of that little lemon tree. If they got at least 2 big lemons each year they were happy, because that meant at least one or two lemon meringue pies. My Daddy met Jesus face to face this past summer. Goodness how we miss him. We're still in the year of firsts. This first Christmas without him, our family gathered. Even though Daddy's no longer with us, he's still everywhere around us. So much of who he was and what he loved and lived for, remains in us and in ways, in all things he left behind. One of the things he enjoyed was that lemon tree. This Christmas, it was full of lemons. Everybody got one. Round, yellow rays of sunshine in a way from Daddy. I've never been more excited about a lemon. Now something else you should know about me is I LOVE lemons. I am an avid lemon water drinker. I have been for a long time. So bringing one of the lemons that my Daddy loved home with me for Christmas was just about the best gift I could have gotten. I didn't want to cut it at first. I wanted to just keep it, but I knew it would go bad if I didn't. It was meant to be picked, and enjoyed. So I did. I sliced it up, filled a glass of water and squeezed a big slice in and let it float to the top. Do you think I enjoyed that glass of lemon water? Listen, I drank every drop. Then I filled it up again and drank all that. That wasn't just any lemon water. That was lemon water from a fresh lemon off of a lemon tree my Daddy loved and cared for! That just made it taste that much better. It was good. I felt close to my Daddy and I was refreshed. Isn't that the way this life is supposed to be lived? We have a father who is good. He is a giver of good gifts. He is our good shepherd and IN Him I shall not want. He refreshes my soul and IN Him I am blessed and filled up as I taste and SEE His goodness in my life. Psalm 34:8 Taste and see that the Lord is good; blessed is the one who takes refuge in him. When you savor something good, you want more. You can't stop talking about it. You give five star reviews because you want people to know the goodness you've experienced. The Lord IS good. What I have tasted and seen in my life over and over keeps me abiding IN Him. I take refuge in Him. I am connected to the vine. He IS my portion. When I am poured out He fills me up yet again. He is ALL I need in and out of every season. When I see His moving in my life and when I simply must wait, I know He is with me working it all for my good, in HIS time. Nothing else compares to the Father's love for me. It's so sweet. I'm not sugar coating anything here. Life IS hard and sometimes you get lemons. But then again, sometimes you get lemons! Through it all, I can be refreshed, renewed and know He is with me. That's the truth. Have you tasted the goodness of God? It's good water. I'm Lori Cline.

My special guest tonight is author Lena Derhally who here to discuss her new book about the murder of an entire family that is almost identical to the Scott Peterson case.   My Daddy is a Hero, How Chris Watts Went from Family Man to Family Killer In this, the first and only psychological exploration of the Watts family murders, psychotherapist Lena Derhally has pieced together the crime, the events leading to it, and most of all, her beliefs about the question we are all still asking. Why? Included is an in-depth look at community psychopaths, the different subtypes of narcissism, and interviews with a neuroscientist, a criminal psychologist, and a journalist in order to determine what in Chris Watts twisted makeup allowed him to hide who he really is for so long. Get her book!   Vist her website: http://www.LenaDerhally.comFollow Our Other ShowsFollow UFO WitnessesFollow Crime Watch WeeklyFollow Paranormal FearsFollow Seven: Disturbing Chronicle StoriesJoin our Patreon for ad-free listening and more bonus content.Follow us on Instagram @mysteriousradioFollow us on TikTok mysteriousradioTikTok Follow us on Twitter @mysteriousradio Follow us on Pinterest pinterest.com/mysteriousradio Like us on Facebook Facebook.com/mysteriousradio

On today's episode, we chat with Jerrad Lopes!  A pastor for more than a decade before launching the Dad Tired movement, Jerrad Lopes is also a sought-after speaker at men's ministry events around the country. His books include  Dad Tired and Loving It ;  The Dad Tired Guide to Basic Bible Study ; Stop Behaving ;   and Fully Engaged.  Lopes and his wife Leila live in South Carolina with their four children. The purpose of Dad Tired is to be a reminder that I don't have to live up to the unspoken pressure to be perfect for my family and I don't have to get buried in shame when I'm not perfect,” Lopes says. “Men need to feel the grace of being able to rest in someone better, and that's Jesus. He lifts the weight off my shoulders so I can lead by being the first one to repent; to confess sin; to humbly admit when I make mistakes; and to be the first one to lead my family to our Better Hero.”    My Daddy's Hero  is the latest in a range of Dad Tired offerings designed to help men embrace their responsibilities as spiritual leaders. For nearly a decade, the Dad Tired movement has cultivated a unique community of men around the world united under one mission—to fall in love with Jesus and help their families do the same.   dadtired.com @dad.tired christianmusicguys.com @christianmusicguys --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/christianmusicguys/message

This week Stacey tells us about Chris Watts, a man who murdered his pregnant wife Shanann and their two young daughters Bella and Celeste in August 2018.Sources:Glatt, John. The Perfect Father: The True Story of Chris Watts, His All-American Family, and a Shocking Murder. First edition. New York, St. Martin's Press, 2020.Cadle, Cheryln. Letters from Christopher: The Tragic Confessions of the Watts Family Murders. First Edition. Dorrance Publishing, 2019.McKenna Hewtson, Kathleen. Blood & Marriage: Chris Watts: With These Hands. First Edition. Independently Published. 2021.Derhally, Lena. My Daddy is a Hero: How Chris Watts Went from Family Man to Family Killer. First Edition. Tantor Media Inc. 2020.This Entire YouTube Playlist of Bodycam Footage, Interviews, and Interrogationshttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qPpB2sk3R9c&list=PLxsv4nchDEnH-Uq2KJMsZ5ZIQU_Dr7XKb&ab_channel=CRIMETUBESupport the Show.

My Daddy said I was his best Father's Day Gift ever; but I am not sure he felt that way through my horrible teen years. This is a chapter I contributed from a book I am in called The Embrace of a Father.Support the Show.Support our ministry by clicking "Support the show" above where you will be directed to our website. You will find a "Donate" button at the bottom of the page. Thank you and God's blessings.Dr. Debra Peppers, "Dr Pepper"www.saltandlightministry.com

Christian Medical and Dental Association's Dr. Tiffany Schatz talks about exploring the real need behind taking supplements and the misconceptions about marijuana many have. Jerrad Lopes, author of "My Daddy's Hero: A Story About Jesus, The Ultimate Hero" and founder of Dad Tired, shares about the amazing things that happen when a man humbles himself. Faith Radio podcasts are made possible by your support. Give now: Click here

Trigger warning: IPV, DV. Have we/When did we make Sean Combs a King? Thank you to Brother Malcolm, My Daddy, and y'all's Internet Uncle #BlackAdam who are quoted at the top of this show. It was Sean's apology, my own experiences, the the essay Necromancy Of Black Women (written by me) that influenced this continued conversation. Then he said this, “They have allegiance to the mighty dollar and the kingmakers.” Grab the essay from here: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0CSBD9FB6?ref_=cm_sw_r_mwn_dp_50T0ZSPHHN5YZVZZV1H8&language=en_US. Find your merch here: https://seewhatjayesaid.threadless.com/designs/official-whatjayesaid-store

On this episode, experts from the FBI and the National Counterterrorism Center discuss cybersecurity threats to the agriculture industry. We check in with National Cattlemen's Beef Association's Hunter Ihrman to learn about this week's NCBA Legislative Conference on Capitol Hill in “Beltway Beef,” and in our “Meat Monitor” segment, we learn about the U.S. Meat Export Federation's efforts to educate consumers in Central America on the benefits of U.S. pork. In “Bushels and Cents,” Ray Bohacz discusses the importance of following the proper bolt tightening sequence on your farm equipment. The episode also features the latest song from Alex Miller, “My Daddy's Dad.” Timestamps Intro/news: 0:00 Goatlifeclothing.com advertisement: 5:41 Cybersecurity in agriculture discussion: 6:00 Hunter Ihrman, National Cattlemen's Beef Association: 26:13 Lucia Ruano, U.S. Meat Export Federation: 35:04 Ray Bohacz, “Bushels and Cents”: 37:43 Alex Miller: 39:10

Happy Birthday, Luke Appling! Born in High Point, North Carolina on April 2, 1907, Lucius Benjamin Appling moved to Atlanta, Georgia with his family as a child. After graduating from Fulton High School, where he played baseball and football, Appling attended Oglethorpe College in Georgia for two years. Appling starred on the university's baseball team, while also playing fullback on the football team, before leaving school during his sophomore year to pursue a career in professional baseball. He signed a contract with the Southern League Atlanta Crackers in 1929 and spent one year with the team, experiencing success at the plate but also committing 42 errors in only 104 games at shortstop. Despite his early difficulties in the field, Appling remained determined to make a successful career out of playing shortstop. He later recalled, "My Daddy was lefthanded, and I was lefthanded when I was little. In fact, I was lefthanded all the way to high school. Then I switched over to righthanded 'cause I wanted to play shortstop." Check out his page - https://thisdayinbaseball.com/luke-appling-page/ Hall of Fame Interview - https://collection.baseballhall.org/PASTIME/luke-appling-oral-history-interview-1987-april-10-4 An interview of Luke Appling that was conducted by Rod Roberts on the behalf of the Baseball Hall of Fame on April 10, 1987 in Greenville, South Carolina. Content of the interview includes: Side Two -- Track 1 - On breaking a finger in 1930, working out at 10 a.m. fielding 154 ground balls, 32 pop-ups plus batting practice; having arthritis (00:00:00 to 00:01:36) Track 2 - On playing 21 seasons until 1950; manager Paul Richards wanting him to stay; Appling managing in Memphis (00:01:36 to 00:02:33) Track 3 - On barnstorming with Mickey Harris and (Birdie?) Tebbetts; Appling talking to Yankees Casey Stengel and Phil Rizzuto (00:02:33 to 00:04:24) Track 4 - On watching the Cubs play in World Series and playing against them in spring training; good catchers (Mickey) Cochrane, (Bill) Dickey (00:04:24 to 00:05:29) Track 5 - Interviewer Roberts talking about Leo Durocher picking a fantasy team; more on Cochrane and Dickey; Tebbetts being a good catcher (00:05:29 to 00:06:59) Track 6 - On good first basemen Jimmie Foxx, (Hank) Greenberg, Moose Skowron (00:06:59 to 00:07:58) Track 7 - On good second basemen (Tony) Lazzeri, Charlie Gehringer; (Gil?) Gordon; (Bobby) Doerr (00:07:58 to 00:09:11) Track 8 - On good third basemen Ossie Bluege, Pie Traynor (00:09:11 to 00:10:03) Track 9 - On good shortstops Joe Cronin, (Phil) Rizzuto, a player from the Browns, (Luis) Aparicio, Marty Marion; Appling playing with older brother Johnny “Red” Marion; Marty getting Appling's #4; shortstops need to be intelligent and learn the hitters and the pitchers; giving signs in the field; (Ted) Kazanski and Joe Lonnett using word signs; knowing Tommy Bridges curve ball; Mule Haas talking about the curve ball (00:10:03 to 00:16:52) Track 11 - On good outfielders (Joe) DiMaggio, (Ted?) Williams as a great hitter, DiMaggio's brother a good fielder, on seeing Babe Ruth play (00:17:27 to 00:18:48) Track 12 - On Babe Ruth's character; on changes in the game and equipment; Appling liking Spaulding featherweight shoes with spikes, getting custom shoes for $25 a pair; always changing shoes; putting feet on metal vibrator after games, still using it (00:18:48 to 00:22:57) Track 13 - On people who should be in Hall of Fame; on writers changing too rapidly; Appling being surprised at being voted into Hall of Fame; (Lefty) Grove being fast pitcher (00:22:57 to 00:25:38) Track 14 - On pitchers throwing at batters, formerly fair game, now not being allowed; hitter...

Happy Birthday, Luke Appling! Born in High Point, North Carolina on April 2, 1907, Lucius Benjamin Appling moved to Atlanta, Georgia with his family as a child. After graduating from Fulton High School, where he played baseball and football, Appling attended Oglethorpe College in Georgia for two years. Appling starred on the university's baseball team, while also playing fullback on the football team, before leaving school during his sophomore year to pursue a career in professional baseball. He signed a contract with the Southern League Atlanta Crackers in 1929 and spent one year with the team, experiencing success at the plate but also committing 42 errors in only 104 games at shortstop. Despite his early difficulties in the field, Appling remained determined to make a successful career out of playing shortstop. He later recalled, "My Daddy was lefthanded, and I was lefthanded when I was little. In fact, I was lefthanded all the way to high school. Then I switched over to righthanded 'cause I wanted to play shortstop." Check out his page - https://thisdayinbaseball.com/luke-appling-page/ Hall of Fame Interview - https://collection.baseballhall.org/PASTIME/luke-appling-oral-history-interview-1987-april-10-4 An interview of Luke Appling that was conducted by Rod Roberts on the behalf of the Baseball Hall of Fame on April 10, 1987 in Greenville, South Carolina. Content of the interview includes: Side Two -- Track 1 - On breaking a finger in 1930, working out at 10 a.m. fielding 154 ground balls, 32 pop-ups plus batting practice; having arthritis (00:00:00 to 00:01:36) Track 2 - On playing 21 seasons until 1950; manager Paul Richards wanting him to stay; Appling managing in Memphis (00:01:36 to 00:02:33) Track 3 - On barnstorming with Mickey Harris and (Birdie?) Tebbetts; Appling talking to Yankees Casey Stengel and Phil Rizzuto (00:02:33 to 00:04:24) Track 4 - On watching the Cubs play in World Series and playing against them in spring training; good catchers (Mickey) Cochrane, (Bill) Dickey (00:04:24 to 00:05:29) Track 5 - Interviewer Roberts talking about Leo Durocher picking a fantasy team; more on Cochrane and Dickey; Tebbetts being a good catcher (00:05:29 to 00:06:59) Track 6 - On good first basemen Jimmie Foxx, (Hank) Greenberg, Moose Skowron (00:06:59 to 00:07:58) Track 7 - On good second basemen (Tony) Lazzeri, Charlie Gehringer; (Gil?) Gordon; (Bobby) Doerr (00:07:58 to 00:09:11) Track 8 - On good third basemen Ossie Bluege, Pie Traynor (00:09:11 to 00:10:03) Track 9 - On good shortstops Joe Cronin, (Phil) Rizzuto, a player from the Browns, (Luis) Aparicio, Marty Marion; Appling playing with older brother Johnny “Red” Marion; Marty getting Appling's #4; shortstops need to be intelligent and learn the hitters and the pitchers; giving signs in the field; (Ted) Kazanski and Joe Lonnett using word signs; knowing Tommy Bridges curve ball; Mule Haas talking about the curve ball (00:10:03 to 00:16:52) Track 11 - On good outfielders (Joe) DiMaggio, (Ted?) Williams as a great hitter, DiMaggio's brother a good fielder, on seeing Babe Ruth play (00:17:27 to 00:18:48) Track 12 - On Babe Ruth's character; on changes in the game and equipment; Appling liking Spaulding featherweight shoes with spikes, getting custom shoes for $25 a pair; always changing shoes; putting feet on metal vibrator after games, still using it (00:18:48 to 00:22:57) Track 13 - On people who should be in Hall of Fame; on writers changing too rapidly; Appling being surprised at being voted into Hall of Fame; (Lefty) Grove being fast pitcher (00:22:57 to 00:25:38) Track 14 - On pitchers throwing at batters, formerly fair game, now not being allowed; hitter...

When the tapestry of human experience unfurls in the hands of a master storyteller like Portia Clare, you can't help but be drawn into the vibrant hues of emotion and narrative. This week on Writers Parachute, Portia, celebrated author and narrative artisan, joins us to weave together the intricate threads of storytelling, revealing how a balance between meticulous detail and reader imagination can create literary magic. We celebrate the launch of her newest work, "Life is More Than This Covington Pond," an inspiring invitation to explore the world beyond our familiar confines and to recognize the boundless opportunities that lie in wait.Journey with us as we embark on a voyage through the emotional depths often found within the pages of children's literature—a realm where love, loss, and resilience dance across the page. Portia's beloved creations like "Best Friends Forever: A Puppy's Tale" and "His Name is Daddy" serve as anchors, examining the tenacious spirit of human connections. Our conversation also turns to the practical, offering nuggets of wisdom for authors on how to market their stories effectively without the need for a treasure chest of resources, and the vitality of book reviews in fostering reader engagement and author development.Find Ms. Clare's Books :  here: ⬇️ Life is More Than this Covington Pond:  https://amzn.to/3SMkVXBBest Friends Forever: A Puppy's Tale:  https://amzn.to/42NtztuHis Name is My Daddy:  https://amzn.to/48p3OkHConnect with Portia Y. Clare at:  Website:  https://PortiaYClare.comFacebook:  https://Facebook.com/PortiaYClareInstagram:   https://Instagram.com/portiay.clare/ Goodreads:  https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/22041287.Portia_Y_ClareLinkedIn:  https://www.linkedin.com/in/portia-clare-3583b624a/Check out my Goodreads review here: https://www.goodreads.com/review/show/6276661384

Guest: Jerrad LopesMinistry: Dad TiredPosition: Founder, Podcast HostBooks: Dad Tired and Loving It: Stumbling Your Way to Spiritual Leadership and a children's book called, My Daddy's HeroWebsite: dadtired.com 

"Nashville Recording Artist Singer/Songwriter Lee Newton, came from humble beginnings. Having seen her share of hard times growing upa small town in Western North Carolina, she started singing in church when she was five years old when her Mother would take her. Lee's love of music grew as a child when her Daddy played country classics like Hank Williams, Loretta Lynn, Tammy Wynette and Patsy Cline around the house. Lee's father, a cab driver, taught her to play the guitar at age seven and they would sing together while she rode around town with him in his taxi going on calls. “My Daddy, who named me Brenda Lee after the amazing country singer, would always tell me one day you will be playing at the Grand Ole Opry and from that point on I knew I wanted to be a performer.” Heavily influenced by legendary musicians like Patsy Cline, Loretta Lynn, The Judds Lorrie Morgan Susan Tedischi and Lynyrd Skynyrd, Lee's personal sound is a mix between traditional Country and raspy Blues with an added Southern Rock flare. When Lee was 20 years old, she joined a couple of bands and taught herself to play the drums. She travelled to New York City and had the privilege of singing backup for Artimus Pyle, Leslie Hawkins and JoJo Billingsly – three original members of Lynyrd Skynyrd. In 2020, Lee won “Vocalist of the Year” at the Josie Music Awards. Her 2021 EP Undamaged, which she wrote, won “EP Album of the year” at Josie Music Awards and also Top 20 Best of 2021 for Women of Country. Lee's newest full length album UNLEESHED, was released April, 2022. Lee wrote 9 of the songs on it. She won “Album of the year” at the Josie Music Awards show that was held at The Grand Ole Opry. She also was nominated for Song of the year with Carolina, and Artist of the year for Women of Country Best of 2022. UNLEESHED has artist Leona Williams, Pam Tillis, Lee Roy Parnell, Mike Rogers & Tim Watson appear on it. Lee has opened or performed with legends Randy Travis, Ronnie Milsap, Ronnie McDowell, T Graham Brown, Diamond Rio, The Gatlin Brothers, TG Sheppard, Edwin McCain, Leona Williams, Lee Roy Parnell, Rhonda Vincent & more." (Bio provided by: https://leenewtonofficial.com/) This storyteller is one that you do not want to miss. Be on the lookout for some new music, tour dates, and special announcements! Ya'll please help me welcome Lee Newton to the Be a Dreamcatcher Podcast family!

For the third straight year, our hosts Sarah Masoni and Sarah Marshall attended the Winter Fancy Food Show in that magic town, Las Vegas. For a brief explanation of the show and the organization behind it, the show is where foodpreneurs connect with leading buyers, distributors, and retailers, network with peers and enjoy world-class educational programs. It's a cost-effective and powerful way to grow business because it is an environment rich with the movers and shakers in the food industry. And everyone is there to spend every minute discovering the latest in culinary delights. So how was the show this year? It was a big group that attended along with our hosts, 21 companies to be exact. Take a look at the roster at the end of these notes. And what were the show favorites for our hosts? For Sarah Masoni, the number one attraction was the generosity of the exhibitors. In particular, the Japanese exhibitors were incredibly kind and generous. One exhibitor who produces a rice cracker snack pulled out a sack and filled it with bags of all the different flavors they offered for her. Sarah Marshall uses the connections at the show not so much as a place to increase distribution directly, but to interact with as many people as possible, get known and teach others how to use her hot sauces in cooking. She feels this spreads the word about her product in a roundabout way that ultimately leads to more magazine articles, blogs, IG posts and also more loyal customers. Another favorite was Mama O's Premium Kimchi of Brooklyn. They sell kimchi and kimchi starter kits to make your own. They also have a paste that can be used for other spicy condiments and added to other main dishes for hot spice. But the big attraction was the interaction with their crowd. Sarah Marshall was given a starter kit to make her own kimchi, given a Mama O's bag to pack it around with and then was photographed with the crew for social media posting. That pretty much made Sarah a lifelong fan and a great way of demonstrating how to create an experience, not just another sample taste. One of the big crazes of the show was frozen grapes, dipped in chocolate and sprinkled with assorted crunchies. They seemed to take off like wildfire. Another example of imagination is Athena, a very traditional Greek food company. They took their stuffed grape leave dish and put in Jalapenos for a very different type of fusion. Evidently, it was well received and a great example of never standing still in the food industry. Next show is June 23-25 in New York, so start planning your trip! The Fancy Food Summer Show link: https://www.specialtyfood.com/fancy-food-shows/summer/ Our hosts: Twitter - @sarahmasoni and @spicymarshall, Instagram - @masoniandmarshall. A partial list of the companies attending the show. All are from Oregon except Loren Lee from Waco, Texas: Linda Jodoin, Miss Hannah's Popcorn, linda@misshannahspopcorn.com, Nikki Guerrero, Hot Mama Salsa, hello@hotmamasalsa.com, Lindsay Gott, Gateaux, gateaux.lindsay@gmail.com, Lee Hedgmon, the Barreled Bee, Lee@thebarreledbee.com, Kenny Baker, Sh'Mallow, kennyb@sh-mallow.com, Willis Anderson, My Daddy's Sauces, mydaddyssauces@gmail.com, Loren Lee, Mirth, lorenwho@aol.com, Tina & Patrick Welch, The Pink Wagon, twelch@pinkwagonfoods.com, Ginger McCabe, Chili Royale, spicyordie@gmail.com.

I fell in love with my boss's broody bodyguard and now it's our anniversary. I never expected to fall for the silent and cold Taylor Jensen, but I should have known better. He only has a soft spot for me and I'm a sucker for a man with a firm hand. Lucky for me, Taylor has both in spades considering he's my Daddy Dom. My Daddy is ever the man with a plan. There's no doubt he has something delicious in store for me when he orders me home at 6 PM sharp. But when I get a sneaky little call from the owner of New York City's most exclusive kink club, I know exactly what my Daddy has in store for me. With the help of my friend, I hatch my own little plan to take center stage with my Daddy and show everyone just what they're missing. HER ENFORCER is a kinky little quickie featuring a Cairn Series fan favorite couple, Taylor and Addie! Revisit the Cairn Club where it all began and enjoy this look at Addie and Taylor's big anniversary together, a whole year out from The Cairn Series conclusion. Read the complete series on Amazon and Kindle Unlimited. Other Audiobooks: https://bit.ly/3wDzrcQ GIVEAWAY: https://bit.ly/42SINxE https://rebelwrites.com/ ♥ ♥ ♥ Other Mentions Sex, Lies, and Sensibility by Nikki Payne ♥ ♥ ♥ RMR Website: https://bit.ly/3ifFIyw Weekly New Release: https://bit.ly/30iDete Follow Read Me Romance on Instagram: https://geni.us/uUVdVeY Join Read Me Romance Headquarters on FB: https://geni.us/IdL7B

I fell in love with my boss's broody bodyguard and now it's our anniversary. I never expected to fall for the silent and cold Taylor Jensen, but I should have known better. He only has a soft spot for me and I'm a sucker for a man with a firm hand. Lucky for me, Taylor has both in spades considering he's my Daddy Dom. My Daddy is ever the man with a plan. There's no doubt he has something delicious in store for me when he orders me home at 6 PM sharp. But when I get a sneaky little call from the owner of New York City's most exclusive kink club, I know exactly what my Daddy has in store for me. With the help of my friend, I hatch my own little plan to take center stage with my Daddy and show everyone just what they're missing. HER ENFORCER is a kinky little quickie featuring a Cairn Series fan favorite couple, Taylor and Addie! Revisit the Cairn Club where it all began and enjoy this look at Addie and Taylor's big anniversary together, a whole year out from The Cairn Series conclusion. Read the complete series on Amazon and Kindle Unlimited. Other Audiobooks: https://bit.ly/3wDzrcQ GIVEAWAY: https://bit.ly/42SINxE https://rebelwrites.com/ ♥ ♥ ♥ Other Mentions Sex, Lies, and Sensibility by Nikki Payne ♥ ♥ ♥ RMR Website: https://bit.ly/3ifFIyw Weekly New Release: https://bit.ly/30iDete Follow Read Me Romance on Instagram: https://geni.us/uUVdVeY Join Read Me Romance Headquarters on FB: https://geni.us/IdL7B

Jenn chats with long time friend of Them Before Us, Stephanie Blessing about discovering she was conceived using a sperm "donor" (she likes to make it clear she doesn't consider it altruistic or a donation) and how it impacted her life, both in answering questions she'd always had but also in shaking up the life she thought she knew. My Daddy's Name is Donor - https://thembeforeus.com/my-daddys-name-is-donor-study/ Stephanie's story on TBU - https://thembeforeus.com/stephanie-blessing-2/

How do you know when God is moving? Join Dawn and Steve in the Morning for a devotional from Blackaby Ministries International about evidence that God is drawing us to Himself. Also this hour, Denise Shick joins us to graciously share her story and talk with us about "Moving Forward in Community" when a member of our family is LGBTQ+. Denise is the founder and executive director of Help 4 Families Ministry. She is the author of four children’s books and several nonfiction books, including My Daddy’s Secret, Understanding Gender Confusion—A Faith-Based Perspective, and Transgender Confusion—A Biblical Q&A for Families. She is an ordained minister and has a BA in psychology. She is a certified life coach through ICCI. She has been interviewed on several faith-based radio and television programs. She is also a conference speaker and presents workshops on gender identity dysphoria and its impact on families. Denise has led church-based support groups for people with sexual addictions and has assisted groups in an alcohol and substance abuse clinic. She served seven years in a Christian pregnancy center in several roles and implemented an abstinence program, for which she was the director. See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Thank you for listening to us all year long! In this episode, we put our favorite and your favorite moments from the year. We highly recommend that you watch this episode on our YouTube channel. To help you follow along as a listener we have the names of the episodes below. Let's get into it!Episodes (in order of being shown)4:38 How important is Lingerie5:16 Bodily Functions5:59 Answering Your Questions: Fan Q&A6:23 Making Memories with Your Partner and Family on a Budget7:17 How Trauma in Your Marriage Can Affect Your Sex Life8:18 Spouse Making New Friends of The Opposite Sex10:01 Normalize Positivity11:08 Death of a Parent or Spouse12:16 The Supernatural13:54 How You Feel When Your Child Leaves The Nest15:40 Only Child 17:52 How Important is Self-care to Men?19:16 My Daddy is Here!23:09 Lewis and Shawna Lewis25:45 Zainab Johnson27:38 Nafeesha and Alphonse Nicholson30:17 Sex Life - Catarah and Carlos Coleman33:04 How Menopause is Affecting Our Relationship34:41 Truth, Lies, and Accountability34:47 Cutting People off vs Setting Boundaries35:30 Apologizing, Forgiving and Not Forgetting39:43 The 90s Edition 39:22 Our First Trip to Dubai41:20 The 20th Anniversary Special42:29 Celebrating 100 Episodes and 1 Million SubscribersMore about the hosts:Tabitha Brown is the world's favorite mom and auntie! She is an Emmy  show host, actress, a 2-time New York Times Best Selling author and a 4 time NAACP Image Award winner. Follow Tabitha Brown: https://www.instagram.com/iamtabithabrown/https://www.iamtabithabrown.com/Chance Brown is a father, mentor, retired police officer, entrepreneur, and youth basketball coach. If you ask him, he'll tell you he is a professional human! Follow Chance Brown: https://www.instagram.com/teamchancebasketball/Subscribe to the YouTube channel here: https://www.youtube.com/c/TabithaBrownHave you heard the news? I am going on tour for my new book "I Did a New Thing" 6 cities have already sold out. Get your tickets at https://www.iamtabithabrown.com/ Have you heard the news? I am going on tour for my new book "I Did a New Thing" 6 cities have already sold out. Get your tickets at https://www.iamtabithabrown.com/

Welcome to COFFEE with Kim with Host Kim Crabill and Special Guest Jenn Gotzon. Topic:  COFFEE with Jenn Gotzon Creator and star of the hit family Christmas comedy movie, “The Farmer and The Belle: Saving Santaland,” Jenn Gotzon is a woman after God's heart. She used her talents to portray historical characters in Two-Oscar-nominated movies, winning acting awards for her work in "My Daddy is in Heaven" and "Forgiven," which trends on Netflix. Gotzon inspired audiences as an international model on billboards in China and as the jewelry creator for the Divine Beauty line on QVC.  This Christmas season, Jenn Gotzon is excited to announce she is the narrator for the new documentary, “What is True Beauty?” exclusive on SalemNow and the co-author for the young adult book, “Beauty & Likes: Experiencing God's Truth about your Looks.” Gotzon honors her actor-husband Jim E. Chandler, and loves snuggling their toddler "Baby James," who is two years old. They jointly run the family franchise, "The Farmer and The Belle," which produces wholesome entertainment that uplifts you to believe! Enjoying the Conversation?  Visit the COFFEE with Kim Show Page at www.up2meradio.com to learn more about the show, Host Kim Crabill, guests, to leave us a comment and subscribe to the show! This show is a production of Up2Me Radio in coordination with the Media Team of the Roses and Rainbows Ministry.  Visit the ministry at www.rosesandrainbows.org You can find, like and share us on Facebook at Up2Me Radio and on Instagram at Up2Me.Radio.  

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Irina Slav, Energy Expert, Author, and podcast host, stopped by the Energy News Beat podcast. I have thoroughly enjoyed getting to know Irina over the last year, and her humor, knowledge, and assessments of the energy and geopolitical landscape are some of the best in the world.In this episode, we cover some big topics:00:37 Stu's New Dragon Pics from Kat01:14 OPEC's Response to the IEA's Peak Oil Forcast04:42 My Daddy always said it takes a village to raise an idiot.06:00 Renewables Killing Wildlife11:28 China Elevating Poor out of Poverty with low-cost Energy17: 28 People moving away from bad energy policiesThank you, Irina, for stopping by the podcast.Please follow Irina at Oilprice.com and her SubStack at https://irinaslav.substack.com/. Her stubstack is a must for entertainment and energy knowledge.

Though I may not be a fan of Doja Cat fan, I respect her going against the grain. Aaron Rodgers is officially injured right after joining the NY Jets. Tory Lanez asks to appear in court to ask for bail. Stephen A. Smith states that Shannon Sharpe was ‘pushed' out of Undisputed. Follow me on Twitter & Instagram: asiddavis Podcast IG: ethesocialintrovertpodcast Podcast Twitter: SocialintroPod Send emails to: thesocialintrovertpodcastegmail.com Music featured: Intro Song: Monroe Flow - Bank Truck Flow Dame D.O.L.L.A. - My Daddy's Son Outro Song: Britton Rauscher - Pick Up --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/the-social-introvert/message

Paul Niehaus IV returns!! I took a trip back to Blue Lotus Recordings in St.Louis, MO to meet up with my buddy Paul Niehaus. We've spent a lot of time in the studio talking about a lot of various albums he's been a part of but this time we're talking about his debut album! Paul shares some stories behind this collection of songs, his upcoming album release party and we play one live acoustic.  On this episode you'll hear: My Daddy's Old Guitar I'll Be Your Shelter (In Time Of Storm) Luther Ingram cover If I Stay Too Long (Live) See Paul Niehaus LIVE: August 18th Album Release Party at Mad Art Gallery with special guests VonMeyer & Red I HiFi Follow along with Paul on YouTube, Facebook & Instagram. Keep an eey out for his music video for the single "Chasing The Sun" debuting August 11th.  Be sure to visit Blue Lotus Recordings to record your next project! BlueLotusRecordings.com Listen to Rock Paper Podcast on Spotify, Stitcher, Apple & Google Podcast apps or ROCKPAPERPODCAST.com Thank you to Friendship Brewing Company in Wentzville, MO and Flint Hill, MO for their continued support! Be sure to come visit them for all your craft beer needs. Over 25 rotating taps, all sorts of tasty eats and a big ol patio to enjoy some Summer with friends! Live music every weekend FBC Wentzville 8/10 Singo Bingo 8/11 Denver Wade Trent (7-10p) 8/12 Josh Littig (7-10p) 8/13 Matt Walterscheid (1-4p). FLI-HI Music: 8/11 Corey Clapper (7-10p) 8/12 Jeff Walchauser (7-10p) 8/13 Dustin Arbuckle & The Damnations (4-6p) FriendshipBrewingCo.com

Denise Shick is the founder and CEO of “Help 4 Families,” a ministry which provides resources and encouragement for families dealing with gender confusion among one or more family members. In this candid conversation with Wayne Rice and John Coulombe, she tells the story of how her father transitioned to become a woman when she (Denise) was only nine years old. She talks about how this impacted her life and her family, and how her quest for the truth led her to faith in Christ and a biblical perspective on the topic. Since then, she has become well-known as an expert on gender/transgender confusion and has written numerous books on the subject, including several children's books. In this podcast, she speaks directly to grandparents on how to navigate this difficult topic with their grandkids.Denise Shick books mentioned in this podcast:My Daddy's Secret by Denise ShickUnderstanding Gender Confusion: A Faith-based Perspective by Denise ShickTransgender Confusion: A Biblical Q&A for Families by Denise ShickDangerous Affirmations by Denise ShickChildren's Books:My Daddy's Secret by Denise ShickThe Boy Who Liked Tea Parties by Denise ShickWhen Daddy Leaves to Become a Girl by Denise ShickAmazing Amanda by Denise Shick I'm Glad God Made Me a Girl by Denise ShickDo Superheroes Play the Piano by Denise Shick

The story of how Lily Palazzi had a sexual relationship with her father, as adapted from her memoir "My Daddy, The Pedophile". This episode is brought to you by BetterHelp. Visit BetterHelp.com/humanmonsters today to get 10% off your first month.  Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

If you want a break from mainstream movies and television, check out my Top 10 Favorite Movies on Pureflix! Today I give you the 1st five, and tomorrow the next 5! These movies are uplifting, inspirational, and appropriate for the entire family! Two movies are based on incredible true stories in the episode. Below are the links to the organization inspired by the movie 5,000 Blankets and the books from the author of My Daddy is in Heaven. 5,000 Blankets Phillips Wish My Daddy is in Heaven Texas Farm Girl, Rebecca Crownover Just a disclaimer, I am not in any way affiliated with Pureflix, this is just my opinion on some fantastic movies to watch! --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/faithcoffeandakid/message

When your sole focus is to step into a bold, uncompromising spirit, the result will be to overcome people-pleasing. It'll lead to significant changes in all areas of your life, requiring you to step out in faith and hold on to God every step of the way. In this episode, I share my journey and what I've learned over the past month. I share the steps I took to continue seeing this change and how I used the Bible to guide and encourage me. Tune in if you're ready to overcome people-pleasing and step into boldness! Song mentioned:My Daddy, My DaddySupport GFB: Grace for Breakfast is listener-supported. Show your support by leaving a tip!Book a Discovery Call: Work with me using AFT to help you end the cycle of people-pleasing, fear of judgment, & rejection after dealing with trauma, abuse, or neglect. Purchase the Envision Workshop: A self-examination tool to uncover the hidden blocks keeping you from success and coach yourself to the next level.Join the newsletter: Where I share very intimate insider-only stories, lessons, and insights on how to overcome people-pleasing, fear of judgment, pain from rejection, and develop a deeper relationship with God. Regulate Your Nervous System: Get my FREE audio training, REGULATE. You'll learn what it takes to calm and regulate your nervous system. Learn one of my most powerful methods to go from fear to faith to action.

Dealing with fear and timidity does not have to be your norm. Questioning why things happen or how you'll handle an issue does not have to be where you remain. You're not meant to be pushed and pulled through life! In this episode, I share how you can shift your mindset about rejection and uplevel your boldness. I also share some tips on handling and preparing for difficult situations. This is a short and packed episode you don't want to miss! Song mentioned:My Daddy, My DaddySupport GFB: Grace for Breakfast is listener-supported. Show your support by leaving a tip!Book a Discovery Call: Work with me using AFT to help you end the cycle of people-pleasing, fear of judgment, & rejection after dealing with trauma, abuse, or neglect.Purchase the Envision Workshop: A self-examination tool to uncover the hidden blocks keeping you from success and coach yourself to the next level. Join the newsletter: Where I share very intimate insider-only stories, lessons, and insights on how to overcome people-pleasing, fear of judgment, pain from rejection, and develop a deeper relationship with God.Regulate Your Nervous System: Get my FREE audio training, REGULATE. You'll learn what it takes to calm and regulate your nervous system. Learn one of my most powerful methods to go from fear to faith to action.

The more enterprising you are the freer you are.” How do you sell more books than anyone else?  You have to be a self leader before you can lead anyone else, shut off negative media, and read a book a week! Mark Victor Hansen has written 318 books and loves what the publishing industry was!  He's a student of the Depression.  His vision is to sell 1 billion books and help others do it as well.  “Whoever controls the story controls the future!” - Plato Today we are talking about climbing Mount Kilimanjaro, doing 4 meetings a day,  and how he should have sold more books faster!  Better Call Daddy: The Safe Place For Controversy. In the area of human potential, no one is better known and more respected than Mark Victor Hansen. For more than 30 years, Mark Victor Hansen has focused solely on helping people and organizations reshape their personal vision of what's possible. His powerful messages of possibility, opportunity, and action have helped create startling and powerful change in thousands of organizations, and millions of individuals worldwide. With his endearing charismatic style, Mark captures his audience's attention as well as their hearts. With his one-of-a-kind technique and masterful story-telling ability, he is one of the most dynamic and compelling speakers of our time. You may know Mark Victor Hansen as "that Chicken Soup for the Soul guy." A cultural juggernaut now celebrating its 11th year, Mark and his business partner Jack Canfield created what TIME magazine called, "the publishing phenomenon of the decade." With more than 100 million Chicken Soup for the Soul books sold around the world and over 100 licensed products in the marketplace, it is one of the most successful publishing franchises in the world today. The Chicken Soup idea was just one of many that has propelled Mark into the worldwide spotlight as a sought-after keynote speaker, best-selling author and marketing maven. The author of many books such as The Power of Focus, The Aladdin Factor, Dare to Win, The Miracle of Tithing and others, Mark Victor Hansen has an extensive library of audio programs, video programs and enriching articles in the areas of big thinking, sales performance, marketing, publishing and personal and professional development. Mark's latest book, The One Minute Millionaire: The Enlightened Way to Wealth is destined to inspire the creation of one million new millionaires this decade. He co-authored this book with Robert G. Allen (best-selling author of Nothing Down and Multiple Streams of Income) published by Harmony Books, a division of Random House Publishing. His energy and exuberance travels still further through mediums such as television (Oprah, CNN and The Today Show), print (TIME, US News & World Report, USA Today, The New York Times and Entrepreneur) and countless radio and newspaper interviews as he assures everyone of the inherent genius in all of us if we choose to access our centers of influence, leverage our strengths and take action. Mark Victor Hansen is the founder of MEGA Book Marketing University, MEGA Speaking Empire and MEGA Marketing Magic. Each of these annual conferences speak to the specific needs of those who want to discover, create and launch business empires. A passionate philanthropist and humanitarian, Mark teaches the principles of the four types of tithing: thinking, time, talent and treasures. Favored charities are Horatio Alger Scholarships, Habitat for Humanity, American Red Cross, Operation Smile, OCEANA , March of Dimes, Covenant House and Childhelp USA.. In the year 2000, The Horatio Alger Association of Distinguished Americans honored Mark with the prestigious Horatio Alger Award. Each year, this association honors American leaders who personify the virtues and principles inherent in the success stories written by nineteenth century American author Horatio Alger, Jr. As an award winner, Mark Victor Hansen's extraordinary life achievements stand as a powerful example that the free enterprise system still offers opportunity to all. In 2004, Mark was inducted into the Sales & Marketing Executive International's Hall of Fame, receiving the Ambassador of Free Enterprise award. He is also the recipient of the 2004 Visionary Philanthropist for Youth Award by Covenant House of CA. In 2000, Northwood University honored him as the Outstanding Business Leader of the Year. In 2002, The University of Toledo presented Mark with an Honorary PhD in Business Administration and established the Mark Victor Hansen Entrepreneurial Excellence Fund, which will help shape the minds of future business leaders and assist in the development of the faculty who will teach them. Mark Victor Hansen presents 50-75 seminars each year, serves as chairman of Mark Victor Hansen & Associates, Inc. He is co-founder and chief visionary officer of Chicken Soup for the Soul Enterprises, Inc. and is the president of One Minute Millionaire, LLC. Mark Victor Hansen is an enthusiastic crusader of what's possible and is driven to make the world a better place.   Mark Victor Hansen's Youtube Channel https://youtube.com/@MarkVictorHansen101 Bookclub askthebookclub.com Mark Victor Hansen markvictorhansen.com Connect with Reena https://youtube.com/c/BetterCallDaddy linkedin.com/in/reenafriedmanwatts instagram.com/reenafriedmanwatts instagram.com/bettercalldaddypodcast twitter.com/reenareena   My Daddy and I would love to know what you want to hear more of, less of, tell us your thoughts podchaser.com/bettercalldaddy Drop us a five star review and subscribe  ratethispodcast.com/bettercalldaddy    

Did you know that in the United States, we are nearing almost 800,000 registered sex offenders?   Studies show that over 90% of these individuals have sexually assaulted someone that they know.   In today's episode, Coach Ashlie Walton and Detective Walton open up about a candid conversation that we had with the ex-wife of a pedophile.   Check out My Daddy the Pedophile, A Memoir here.    While we have discussed the work that so many are doing to help to put these predators behind bars, this is the first time that we have shared a conversation with someone who exists outside of the closed cased.   Many people suffer in silence while existing outside of the crimes that people they once loved have committed.   It's important for us to share dialogue with everyone who has experienced trauma from a sexual assault, be it directly or the vicarious trauma that some experience after these types of truths come to light.   Join us as we open up the conversation.   If you are a family member of someone who is a pedophile, there is direct support for you. Click the link here or call 1-800-A-FAMILY.      ⩥ PLEASE SUBSCRIBE TO OUR YOUTUBE CHANNEL ⩤ https://bi3xbvVont.ly/   CLICK HERE for our best-selling products: https://amzn.to/3xaG3xw and https://rdbl.co/3DIQVUC   CLICK HERE to join our free Police, Fire, Military and Families Facebook Group: https://bit.ly/38w2e7r   Check out our website and learn more about how you can work with LEO Warriors by going to: https://www.leowarriors.com/   Like what you hear? We are honored. Drop a review and subscribe to our show.    The Tactical Living Podcast is owned by LEO Warriors, LLC. None of the content presented may be copied, repurposed or used without the owner's prior consent.   For PR, speaking requests and other networking opportunities, contact LEO Warriors:   EMAIL: ashliewalton555@gmail.com.   ADDRESS: P.O. Box 400115 Hesperia, Ca. 92340   ASHLIE'S FACEBOOK: https://www.facebook.com/police.fire.lawenforcement   ➤➤➤➤➤➤➤➤➤➤➤➤➤➤➤➤➤➤ This episode is NOT sponsored. Some product links are affiliate links which means if you buy something by clicking on one of our links, we'll receive a small commission.

In the 74th episode, I sit down with licensed psychotherapist Lena Derhally & former defense attorney Amanda Mowle! We review ALL the official details from the #University of #Idaho #Murders, break down the affidavit, and discuss the motive behind the suspect Bryan Kohberger! About my Guests: Lena Derhally is certified in Relationship Therapy. She specializes in relationships and sees individuals and couples with various issues. She has published numerous articles in The Washington Post and Huffington Post. She has also been interviewed for various publications as an expert, including Self Magazine and Glamour Magazine. She is the co-host of a psychology podcast, “Sessions with Bob and Lena,” and is a public speaker. In her spare time, when she is not spending time with her family and friends, she enjoys being a clinical instructor in the Department of Psychiatry and Behavioral Sciences at the George Washington School of Medicine, where she mentors medical students. She is also very passionate about raising money and awareness for children with trauma afflicted by war. "My Daddy is a Hero, How Chris Watts Went from Family Man to Family Killer" is her first book. Amanda Mowle is a former defense attorney and is currently a state attorney for the state of Vermont.

In the 70th episode, I once again sit down with licensed psychotherapist Lena Derhally! We go over ALL the official details from the University of Idaho Murders in this episode. About my Guest: She is certified in Imago Relationship Therapy. She specializes in relationships and sees individuals and couples with various issues. She has published numerous articles in The Washington Post and Huffington Post. She has also been interviewed for various publications as an expert, including Self Magazine and Glamour Magazine. She is the co-host of a psychology podcast, “Sessions with Bob and Lena,” and is a public speaker. In her spare time, when she is not spending time with her family and friends, she enjoys being a clinical instructor in the Department of Psychiatry and Behavioral Sciences at the George Washington School of Medicine, where she mentors medical students. She is also very passionate about raising money and awareness for children with trauma afflicted by war. "My Daddy is a Hero, How Chris Watts Went from Family Man to Family Killer" is her first book.

Our Lord said that “It is more blessed to give than to receive” (Acts 20:35). That word translated “blessed” is more accurately translated “happy.” It is more happy to give than to receive. Generosity—having a giving heart and attitude—is the pathway to real joy, just plain fun! When was the last time you gave something away—money or some possession—and it just made you so happy? Have you ever met an unhappy generous person? We talked about the truth that where we put our treasure is a good indication of the condition of our heart. But here's the truth we often overlook: Being a generous person doesn't take anything out of your life; it gives joy and fun that is far greater than the joy of receiving something as a gift. Jesus said he came to give us abundant life and one of the most important ingredients of this abundant life is generosity—looking for ways to share your money and your time, your talents. It happens when you go from “I ought to give” to “I get to give.”  When instead of trying to figure how much you can afford to give, you start asking how much do you really need to keep. Maybe you're thinking that you would be generous if you had more money. You really want to give to others but with inflation and high prices, right now you're just trying to get by and you don't have anything left over to give to others. I understand that, but here's the thing: the biblical principle is true whether you have a little or a lot—it is still more fun, more blessed to give than to receive, so if you want a blessing, determine that you'll give, even if you think it is small. There are so many benefits promised for those who are generous. Jesus said, Give, and it will be given to you. A good measure, pressed down, shaken together and running over, will be poured into your lap. For with the measure you use, it will be measured to you (Luke 6:38). Generosity will bring you joy and be a lot of fun, and Jesus said it will come back to you. My Daddy use to say, “Honey, you can't outgive God,” and that is so true. I don't know how it will come back to you or when, but Jesus said it will be poured into your lap. But note that it makes a difference whether you give with a teaspoon or with a shovel. Can I challenge you to ask God today: What do you want me to give to someone today, this week? I think he'll put someone on your mind and then if you will obey, it will make your day! That I can promise you.

Our Lord said that “It is more blessed to give than to receive” (Acts 20:35). That word translated “blessed” is more accurately translated “happy.” It is more happy to give than to receive. Generosity—having a giving heart and attitude—is the pathway to real joy, just plain fun! When was the last time you gave something away—money or some possession—and it just made you so happy? Have you ever met an unhappy generous person? We talked about the truth that where we put our treasure is a good indication of the condition of our heart. But here's the truth we often overlook: Being a generous person doesn't take anything out of your life; it gives joy and fun that is far greater than the joy of receiving something as a gift. Jesus said he came to give us abundant life and one of the most important ingredients of this abundant life is generosity—looking for ways to share your money and your time, your talents. It happens when you go from “I ought to give” to “I get to give.”  When instead of trying to figure how much you can afford to give, you start asking how much do you really need to keep. Maybe you're thinking that you would be generous if you had more money. You really want to give to others but with inflation and high prices, right now you're just trying to get by and you don't have anything left over to give to others. I understand that, but here's the thing: the biblical principle is true whether you have a little or a lot—it is still more fun, more blessed to give than to receive, so if you want a blessing, determine that you'll give, even if you think it is small. There are so many benefits promised for those who are generous. Jesus said, Give, and it will be given to you. A good measure, pressed down, shaken together and running over, will be poured into your lap. For with the measure you use, it will be measured to you (Luke 6:38). Generosity will bring you joy and be a lot of fun, and Jesus said it will come back to you. My Daddy use to say, “Honey, you can't outgive God,” and that is so true. I don't know how it will come back to you or when, but Jesus said it will be poured into your lap. But note that it makes a difference whether you give with a teaspoon or with a shovel. Can I challenge you to ask God today: What do you want me to give to someone today, this week? I think he'll put someone on your mind and then if you will obey, it will make your day! That I can promise you.

In this episode, I talk to former Sgt. Kevin Phillips.  Kevin discusses his quick rise from rookie to sergeant to DOC Valor award winner, and how quickly things can fall down around you.  He talks about loving the job, and resilience, yet learning to deal with the stresses of working inside.  Kevin lets us in on some of the stories still floating around Columbia Correctional Center (CCI), the prison where serial killer Jeffery Dahmer was murdered.My Daddy is a Correctional Officer by Donna MieleMy Mommy is a Correctional Officer by Donna MieleMy Aunt is a Correctional Officer by Donna MieleThe Midnight Shift Before Christmas by Donna Miele Support the show

Lena Derhally is back on the show! Last time we talked about social media narcissism and other harmful effects of using social media. This time she joins me to talk about Chris Watts, who was the topic of her book My Daddy is a Hero: How Chris Watts Went from Family Man to Family Killer.   On August 13, 2018, Chris Watts murdered his pregnant wife Shanann and two young daughters. Why is this story important for all to hear and especially those listening to this podcast? It's important because it's a case study of narcissism and the warning signs we all might miss. In Lena's book (and this episode) Lena pieces together the crime, the events leading up to it, and her beliefs about the “why.” Lena Derhally is a Washington DC-based licensed and Imago certified psychotherapist in private practice. She is the author of the Amazon True Crime and Criminology bestseller, My Daddy is a Hero: How Chris Watts Went from Family Man to Family Killer, and the forthcoming pop psychology book, The Facebook Narcissist: How to Identify and Protect Yourself and Your Loved Ones from Social Media Narcissism. Show Highlights What led to Chris's confession of murdering his wife and children (5:59) Psychopaths don't have the same empathy or attachments as others, but they can learn to mimic the emotions and experiences of others around them (15:05) How to use this story as a way to protect yourself or spot red flags (24:14) The shame and blame of victims of intimate partner violence (43:21) Once a partner starts devaluing you, it is time to question what you want/don't want from your relationship (54:22)