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The episode then turns reflective as Mo’Nique urges fans to rethink the rising trend of GLP‑1 weight‑loss drugs. In an emotional message, she questions their long‑term effects, warns that celebrity-driven hype can push people toward unhealthy choices, and encourages listeners—especially young ones—to “love yourself enough” to trust the process rather than rely on quick fixes.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

This episode kicks off with dramatic global headlines, celebrity chaos, and major reality‑TV shakeups. The team breaks down the deadly confrontation between a Florida‑registered speedboat and the Cuban Coast Guard, a shootout that left four people dead and six injured. Cuban authorities allege the boat’s occupants—armed Cuban nationals living in the U.S.—opened fire first and were attempting a “terrorist infiltration,” prompting an international investigation and heightened political tension. The crew then dives into the explosive report that Cardi B allegedly flipped out backstage at SNL, destroying equipment after overhearing a joke referencing Nicki Minaj’s MAGA affiliation during rehearsals for the show’s 1,000th episode. Though the joke never aired, outlets report she threw her phone, punched a screen, and threatened to walk out before performing. Reality‑TV fans get big news as Pinky Cole and K. Michelle officially join The Real Housewives of Atlanta for Season 17, with Bravo signaling a major franchise reset. Cole enters with her Slutty Vegan empire storyline, while K. Michelle brings music‑industry pressure, a bold personality, and a shift into country music—all expected to shake up the cast dynamic. The episode then turns reflective as Mo’Nique urges fans to rethink the rising trend of GLP‑1 weight‑loss drugs. In an emotional message, she questions their long‑term effects, warns that celebrity-driven hype can push people toward unhealthy choices, and encourages listeners—especially young ones—to “love yourself enough” to trust the process rather than rely on quick fixes. Website: https://www.urban1podcasts.com/rickey-smiley-morning-show See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Nique and Ress discuss long-distance relationships, sharing personal experiences and arguing they can be a “cheat code” for people who feel boxed in by their local dating pool, but are not for the weak, avoidant, or “chronically unserious.” They address the bad reputation of long-distance dating (loneliness, cost, feeling like an “emotional pen pal”) and emphasize dating for compatibility over proximity.

La nouvelle création du Théâtre des Amandiers à Nanterre nous fait découvrir un grand auteur contemporain suédois d'origine tunisienne. Christophe Rauck met en scène un diptyque de Jonas Hassen Khemiri. Dans Presque égal, presque frère, il est question d'une société régie par l'argent et le racisme. Des pièces menées tambour battant entre sketches, stand-up et performance.

La nouvelle création du Théâtre des Amandiers à Nanterre nous fait découvrir un grand auteur contemporain suédois d'origine tunisienne. Christophe Rauck met en scène un diptyque de Jonas Hassen Khemiri. Dans Presque égal, presque frère, il est question d'une société régie par l'argent et le racisme. Des pièces menées tambour battant entre sketches, stand-up et performance.

In 2011, Matt Leili told police his wife Nique left their suburban Atlanta home with nothing but her toothbrush a week before her naked body was discovered in the woods. Investigators learned that for years Matt had been surveilling his family in their home through hidden cameras. Through thousands of hours of tape, police pieced together Matt's coercive and abusive marriage with Nique, but the cameras stopped rolling the night she vanished. Investigators were left with the challenge of proving Matt was the killer when they had evidence of everything in their lives - except the murder.  From Sony Music Entertainment and Wavland Media comes “Watching You,” the latest season from The Binge. Host Jonathan Hirsch walks listeners through the murder of Nique Leili. It illustrates the couple's troubling relationship through recordings from inside their home. It also chronicles the journey of the couple's children who took opposing sides in the case.OUR SPOILER-FREE REVIEWS OF "WATCHING YOU" BEGIN IN THE FINAL 11 MINUTES OF THE EPISODE. For exclusive podcasts and more, sign up at Patreon.Sign up for our newsletter at crimewriterson.com.This show was recorded in The Caitlin Rogers Project Studio. Click to find out more. Hosted by Simplecast, an AdsWizz company. See pcm.adswizz.com for information about our collection and use of personal data for advertising.

In this episode of Catch These Vibes, Nique reviews the movies Send Help and Black Phone 2, discussing their plots, character dynamics, and the influence of director Sam Raimi. She highlights the performances of Rachel McAdams and Dylan O'Brien, and reflects on the themes of survival and personal growth. The conversation also touches on nostalgia for classic TV shows like Scandal, and Nique encourages listeners to strive for self-improvement.

In this episode, Nique reflects on her recent experiences, including turning 35, her travels, and a plethora of movie reviews. She shares personal insights about aging, homesickness, and the emotional connections to films. The conversation flows through various movie critiques, highlighting themes of creativity and personal growth, while also touching on the importance of home and relationships. She also gets into some of the music she is listening to that recently released including J. Cole, Don Toliver and Ari Lennox.

Is it time to panic? Time to stash? This week's "10" is filled with an assortment of different names that are the most-discussed across fantasy basketball! TRADE DEADLINE LIVE SHOW PAGE - Bookmark/Like it today and don't miss our 6 hours of mayhem on February 5th! https://youtube.com/live/ldtMbcI9EMQ?feature=share The Old Man Squad has a PATREON now. It's $1 and doesn't get a single benefit. It is entirely to support the mission here but won't change anything we do. https://www.patreon.com/cw/oldmansquad Follow Dan Besbris on Twitter: https://x.com/danbesbris Find Dan on the brand new BlueSky social network: https://bit.ly/3Vo5M0N Check out Dan's Google Sheet with Ranks, Weekly Streaming Schedule Charts & Injury Replacement Adds FREE! https://bit.ly/3XrAdEW Listen and subscribe on iTunes: https://apple.co/3XiUzQK Listen and subscribe on Spotify: https://spoti.fi/3ACCHYe Float on over to the new Old Man Squad Sports Network YouTube page to watch videos from the network's top talent: https://bit.ly/46Z6fvb Join the Old Man Squad Discord to chat with Dan and all the other hosts: https://t.co/aY9cqDrgRY Follow Old Man Squad Fantasy on Instagram for all our short videos: https://bit.ly/3ZQbxrt Podcast logo by https://twitter.com/freekeepoints 0:00 Show intro 0:50 Nique Clifford (Kings) 4:02 Kyshawn George (Wizards) 7:07 Dejounte Murray (Pelicans) 9:13 Collin Murray-Boyles (Raptors) 11:14 Kyle Filipowski (Jazz) 14:16 Jalen Smith (Bulls) 16:03 Jusuf Nurkić (Jazz) 17:58 Kyrie Irving (Mavericks) 20:36 Kel'el Ware (Heat) 23:07 Keegan Murray (Kings) Hosted by Simplecast, an AdsWizz company. See pcm.adswizz.com for information about our collection and use of personal data for advertising.

The Sacramento Kings lose to the Cleveland Cavaliers 132-126In this episode of The Royal Report I discuss Nique Clifford scoring a career high 30 points, Devin Carter continuing to perform well, and the Kings tank continuing to roll.

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In this podcast episode of She Wolf Alchemy, Ress and Nique discuss the theme of personal evolution and the importance of giving oneself permission to change without feeling the need to justify it to others. They address how many people weren't taught how to evolve but were taught to commit, endure, or justify their actions. The hosts highlight how healing involves becoming more honest with oneself and delve into the difficulties millennials, in particular, face when it comes to changing their minds, due to a culture of 'following the rules.' They share personal anecdotes involving family expectations, job dissatisfaction, evolving friendships, and relationships that no longer fit. The conversation underscores the significance of assessing one's true comfort, mental health, and peace, advocating for the acceptance of growth and the understanding that one doesn't owe anyone an explanation for their evolution.

**Listener discretion advised. This episode discusses stalking, domestic violence, and intimate partner homicide.**As January marks Stalking Awareness Month, Kat introduces us to Dominique “Nique” Leili - a devoted moom navigating a troubled marriage—& a victim of escalating control & surveillance that ultimately turned deadly.  In 2011, Dominique disappeared in Gwinnett County, Georgia. Months later, her remains were discovered in a wooded area, and suspicion quickly focused on her husband, Matthew Leili. What followed was a deeply unsettling case marked by recorded jailhouse phone calls, conflicting accounts from their daughters, years of legal appeals, and a defense that framed Dominique's murder as a mystery—despite substantial evidence presented at trial. In this episode, Kat takes us through the case & reminds us all that stalking is not a “lesser” offense. It is a documented predictor of intimate partner homicide.  This is the hill Kat will die on, y'all! Grab a drink and join us as we explore the darker side of humanity - with beer!References:MUST LISTEN TO THIS! https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/the-binge-cases-watching-you/id1525807626FOLLOW HIM! https://www.instagram.com/thisisjonathanhirsch/info on Stalking: https://www.stalkingawareness.org/https://www.instagram.com/reels/DSLG-GSgdQs/https://www.gwinnettcounty.com/newsandevents/NewsDetails?news=PolicePressReleases/Deceased%20female%20located%20in%20wooded%20area%20of%20Lawrencevillehttps://www.gwinnettcounty.com/newsandevents/NewsDetails?news=PolicePressReleases/Husbaneilihttps://law.justia.com/cases/georgia/supreme-court/2019/s19a0541.html https://caselaw.findlaw.com/court/ga-supreme-court/2025673.htmlhttps://abcnews.go.com/US/georgia-man-wifes-murder-death-remains-mystery/story?id=37034937 https://abcnews.go.com/US/daughters-defend-father-trial-allegedly-killing-mother/story?id=36520163https://www.facebook.com/datelinenbc/posts/listen-to-matts-jailhouse-phone-call-with-his-daughters/10156950732281420/https://www.11alive.com/article/news/murdered-wife-speaks-to-jury-through-recorded-phone-calls/85-68783991https://www.wsbtv.com/news/local/jury-deliberating-trial-man-accused-murdering-wife/153636803/ https://thecinemaholic.com/where-are-nique-leilis-Please like, follow, and share this podcast - we're on all of the platforms! Oh, and please leave reviews so other true crime lovers can find us. If you are trying to get a hold of us, we can only respond via: Case Files with Kat and Ashley FacebookInstagram We're here if you need us! Never hesitate to reach out! FOR HELP WITH STALKING OR CYBERSTALKING: https://rainn.org/news/resources-survivors-stalking-and-cyberstalking https://www.stalkingawareness.org/ FOR HELP WITH DOMESTIC VIOLENCE: NATIONWIDE: https://www.thehotline.org/get-help/domestic-violence-local-resources/ IN HOUSTON AREA: https://www.bayareaturningpoint.org/ FOR HELP WITH SEXUAL ASSAULT: https://rainn.org/resources INTERNATIONAL RESOURCES - YOU ARE NOT ALONE! https://nomoredirectory.org/The NO MORE Global Directory is a first-of-its-kind, comprehensive international directory of domestic and sexual violence helplines, specialist support services, and resources for men, women, and those who identify as non-binary in almost every UN-recognized country and territory in the world....

The Sacramento Kings lose to the Detroit Pistons 139-116In this episode of The Royal Report I discuss Nique Clifford seizing his opportunity in the starting lineup, the Pistons shooting the lights out, and Domantas Sabonis energizing the Kings' offense.

Aujourd'hui, nous revenons au CES de Las Vegas qui a eu lieu la semaine dernière pour découvrir une innovation qui montre que la santé connectée quitte nos poignets pour s'inviter dans des objets du quotidien beaucoup plus intimes.Le salon a en effet accueilli une serviette hygiénique capable d'analyser le sang menstruel pour fournir des diagnostics médicaux.La société Vivoo a en effet dévoilé le "FlowPad", qui ressemble à s'y méprendre à une protection hygiénique classique. Mais elle cache une couche de diagnostic microfluidique.Pas de puce Bluetooth ou de batterie à l'intérieurContrairement aux objets connectés habituels, il n'y a pas de puce Bluetooth ou de batterie à l'intérieur.Le système repose sur une technologie de test similaire aux tests antigéniques du COVID ou aux tests de grossesse.Une fois la protection portée, l'utilisatrice scanne simplement la zone de test via l'application mobile de Vivoo, qui utilise la caméra du smartphone et des algorithmes de vision par ordinateur pour interpréter les changements de couleur et les intensités de réaction.Suivi de la santé des femmesEnsuite, l'intérêt médical de ce dispositif est loin d'être anecdotique pour le suivi de la santé des femmes.L'idée derrière le FlowPad est que le sang menstruel est une source d'informations biologiques souvent sous-estimée. Il contient des biomarqueurs essentiels qui reflètent la santé du système endocrinien. Concrètement, ce dispositif permet de tester la fertilité, la santé ovarienne, ou encore de suivre les niveaux hormonaux en période de périménopause.Des études récentes suggèrent même que ce type d'analyse pourrait aider au dépistage de déséquilibres hormonaux, de l'endométriose, voire du diabète. C'est une manière de transformer un processus biologique quotidien en données exploitables pour la médecine préventive.Un coût estimé entre 4 et 5 euros par protectionEnfin, le dernier point clé concerne l'accessibilité et le modèle économique de ces nouveaux dispositifs de diagnostic à domicile.Vivoo vise une adoption massive avec un coût estimé entre 4 et 5 euros par protection, ce qui la rend comparable à des produits de parapharmacie plutôt qu'à du matériel médical plus onéreux.Reste que pour l'heure ce produit c'est pas encore disponible en France.Le ZD Tech est sur toutes les plateformes de podcast ! Abonnez-vous !Hébergé par Ausha. Visitez ausha.co/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

Dziś w Palmie rozmawiamy o dealu Trae'a Younga do Wizards, o kilkunastu najgorszych 1. opcjach w NBA, kogo dziś wybralibyśmy z nr 1 ostatniego draftu, o prezencie Cats dla Ricka Carlisle'a, o szalonym trio Kijanek, LaLa, Melo, ale i o synu Nique'a Wilkinsa, o obawach Mamy Kerr i po dwóch tygodniach wraca Power Ranking Szóstego […]

In this episode of Catch These Vibes, Nique reflects on the new year and personal growth, discusses the recent Critics' Choice Awards, highlights the performances of Timothée Chalamet and Michael B. Jordan, and shares thoughts on the finale of Stranger Things. The conversation emphasizes the importance of recognizing talent in the film industry and the anticipation for upcoming award shows.

The trial lays bare horrible truths. And for the first time in many years, Nique's daughters come together to pick up the pieces. Binge all episodes of Watching You ad-free today by subscribing to The Binge. Visit The Binge Crimes on Apple Podcasts and hit ‘subscribe' or visit GetTheBinge.com to get access. Join The Binge's free newsletter – Patreon.com/TheBinge From serial killer nurses to psychic scammers – The Binge is your home for true crime stories that pull you in and never let go. The Binge – feed your true crime obsession. Watching You is brought to you by Sony Music Entertainment. Find out more about The Binge and other podcasts from Sony Music Entertainment at sonymusic.com/podcasts and follow us @sonypodcasts. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

What's the Hive up to really? And will John and Gus ever agree? Listen to Nique, Gus, Rick, John, and Chris discuss their thoughts on the first season of Pluribus to find out.Join us on Discord - the server is Moon Show Podcast and the channel is Pluribus.

Nique's daughters take sides. Two take to social media to defend their father while the other can't believe it. Binge all episodes of Watching You ad-free today by subscribing to The Binge. Visit The Binge Crimes on Apple Podcasts and hit ‘subscribe' or visit GetTheBinge.com to get access. Join The Binge's free newsletter – Patreon.com/TheBinge From serial killer nurses to psychic scammers – The Binge is your home for true crime stories that pull you in and never let go. The Binge – feed your true crime obsession. Watching You is brought to you by Sony Music Entertainment. Find out more about The Binge and other podcasts from Sony Music Entertainment at sonymusic.com/podcasts and follow us @sonypodcasts. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

Is that a real A-bomb? Will Carol and Paraguy ever get along? Will the Zoshive portmanteau ever catch on?Nique is joined by Gus, Kevin, and Ursula K. Le Guin reader Meg for a discussion of the Pluribus season 1 finale.Join us on Discord - the server is Moon Show Podcast and the channel is Pluribus.

Who is manipulating whom? Are the Hive and Carol falling in love? Will Paraguy make it up to Albuquerque in time for the finale? This week Nique welcomes Gus, Leon, Rick, and John to discuss the penultimate episode of season 1 of Pluribus.Join the conversation on Discord - the server is Moon Show Podcast and the channel is Pluribus.

In the wee hours of a Saturday, a camera catches Nique smoking a cigarette on the porch. What happened next would change everything. Binge all episodes of Watching You ad-free today by subscribing to The Binge. Visit The Binge Crimes on Apple Podcasts and hit ‘subscribe' or visit GetTheBinge.com to get access. Join The Binge's free newsletter – Patreon.com/TheBinge From serial killer nurses to psychic scammers – The Binge is your home for true crime stories that pull you in and never let go. The Binge – feed your true crime obsession. Watching You is brought to you by Sony Music Entertainment. Find out more about The Binge and other podcasts from Sony Music Entertainment at sonymusic.com/podcasts and follow us @sonypodcasts. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

Does the Hive have whimsy? Will they eat algae? Are they doing laundry the traditional way?Nique welcomes Gus, Kevin, and John to discuss the seventh episode of AppleTV's Pluribus.Join the conversation on Discord - the server is Moon Show Podcast and the channel is Pluribus.

What is consciousness and what is consent, really? Nique is joined by Gus, Rick, and newcomer Dean for a discussion of the sixth episode of Pluribus.Join the conversation on Discord - the server is Moon Show Podcast and the channel is Pluribus.

Le téléthon 2025 a lieu les 5 et 6 décembre. Ces deux jours de récolte financent depuis 1987 la recherche sur les maladies génétiques qui ne cesse de progresser. Dans « La Story », le podcast d'actualité des « Echos », Pierrick Fay et Myriam Chauvot reviennent sur les enjeux de cette édition 2025, qui pourrait constituer un tournant.« La Story » est un podcast des « Echos » présenté par Pierrick Fay. Cet épisode a été enregistré en décembre 2025. Rédaction en chef : Clémence Lemaistre. Invitée : Myriam Chauvot (journaliste au service Industries des Echos). Réalisation : Willy Ganne. Chargée de production et d'édition : Clara Grouzis. Musique : Théo Boulenger. Identité graphique : Upian. Photo : Eric Piermont/AFP. Sons : INA, France 2, AFM Téléthon, «La chanson du Telethon, L'appel du coeur».Retrouvez l'essentiel de l'actualité économique grâce à notre offre d'abonnement Access : abonnement.lesechos.fr/lastory Hébergé par Acast. Visitez acast.com/privacy pour plus d'informations.

In this episode, Nique reflects on her Thanksgiving holiday and dives into a detailed discussion about the latest season of Stranger Things, including character developments and plot twists. She also shares her thoughts on recent movie releases, Badlands and Zootopia 2, highlighting their impact and box office success. The episode concludes with an in-depth analysis of the ongoing trial between Milagro and Megan Thee Stallion, exploring the complexities and implications of the case.

At first, Matt only had eyes for Nique. Then tracking her every move became his single-minded obsession. Binge all episodes of Watching You ad-free today by subscribing to The Binge. Visit The Binge Crimes on Apple Podcasts and hit ‘subscribe' or visit GetTheBinge.com to get access. Join The Binge's free newsletter – Patreon.com/TheBinge From serial killer nurses to psychic scammers – The Binge is your home for true crime stories that pull you in and never let go. The Binge – feed your true crime obsession. Watching You is brought to you by Sony Music Entertainment. Find out more about The Binge and other podcasts from Sony Music Entertainment at sonymusic.com/podcasts and follow us @sonypodcasts. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

In this episode, Nique discusses the challenges faced by women in leadership roles, particularly in politics and the music industry. She reflects on Michelle Obama's comments about the public's readiness for a female president and highlights the unique struggles of artists like Nicki Minaj, who face gender biases and double standards. The conversation also touches on the importance of personal goals, the impact of social media on artists, and recommendations for new shows and movies, culminating in a look forward to exciting upcoming releases.Chapters00:00 Introduction and Podcast Updates02:49 Corrections and Reflections05:44 Eddie Murphy's Documentary Insights14:44 Kim Kardashian's Bar Exam Journey17:49 Apple TV Show Recommendations29:58 Upcoming Movie Trailers and Excitement33:06 The Readiness for a Woman President36:15 The Movie Experience38:54 Nicki Minaj's Influence in Rap41:47 Expectations from Nicki's Upcoming Album44:51 Nicki Minaj's Challenges and Future Aspirations55:45 The Struggles of Greatness58:17 Navigating Life's Roadblocks59:17 Embracing the Holiday Spirit

Coming soon to the Binge is Watching You. Dominique Leili went missing from her home in suburban Atlanta in the summer of 2011. Her body was found in the woods near her house a week later. Investigators quickly made a surprising discovery: surveillance cameras captured every moment of her family's life for years. What was found on those recordings would unravel a twisted knot of jealousy, lies, and the need for control so shocking it's hard to put into words. So many people knew something was wrong between Nique and Matt, but nobody really knew, until they heard it… for themselves.  Binge all episodes of Watching You ad-free December 1st by subscribing to The Binge. Visit The Binge Crimes on Apple Podcasts and hit ‘subscribe' or visit GetTheBinge.com to get access. The Binge – feed your true crime obsession. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

Moon Show is back and this time Nique and the gang are discussing the first three episodes of AppleTV's Pluribus.

durée : 00:12:29 - Les Midis de Culture - par : Marie Labory - Né Off-Broadway en 1982, la comédie musicale "La Petite Boutique des Horreurs" revient au Théâtre de la Porte Saint-Martin. Seymour, jeune fleuriste, découvre un jour une plante, miraculeuse, mais carnivore... Humour noir et surprises scéniques font revivre l'esprit déjante du musical culte. - réalisation : Laurence Malonda - invités : Zoé Sfez Productrice de La Série musicale sur France Culture; Marie Sorbier Productrice du "Point Culture" sur France Culture, et rédactrice en chef de I/O

In this episode, Nique discusses the challenges of independent podcasting, shares personal experiences with IVF and miscarriage, and reviews recent movies including 'Frankenstein' and 'All's Fair'. The conversation also touches on public perceptions of Timothée Chalamet and Kylie Jenner, the recent Grammy nominations, Megan Thee Stallion's new single 'Lover Girl', and Nicki Minaj's upcoming album. Finally, Nique expresses excitement for the final season of 'Stranger Things'.

The Time Riders: Part 2 When you've got a time machine, practice makes perfect. Based on a post by BiscuitHammer, in 16 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels. Always The Student. Mark was lying on his back, panting while Becky squirmed and writhed on top of him, moaning in pleasure. His hands were on her opulent tits, kneading them just how she loved it. The lovers were covered in sweat as she ground her cunt down onto his cock, taking him deep inside. He matched her sensual rhythm, pushing up while she pressed down, squeezing his shaft with each thrust he made. "Yes, Mark;” she gasped, her hands resting on his chest while she writhed on him shamelessly. It didn't matter that she was his former high school Physics teacher, or even that she still was, in a sense, she was committed to fucking him because she'd promised herself she'd enjoy this, and Becky did her damdest to always follow her own advice. "Yes, baby, right there;” Becky now began gyrating her hips in a circle on top of him, interrupting the rhythm that would certainly had led to both of them cumming and she wanted to prolong this session. She felt Mark regain control of himself, adapting to the new pace, although he continued to molest her tits, pinching and tugging on her nipples. Her flawless skin glistened with her exertions, the wonderful scent of a woman making love permeating the air. "Hmm, good boy," she purred, smiling down at him. "You're learning." "I've got the best teacher I could ask for." Mark replied, grinning back. "Forget all the time travel stuff you're helping me figure out, you're amazing in bed, Becky. I've never cum so hard before, not like when I'm with you." "You're so sweet, darling," she cooed, reveling in the feel of his throbbing cock deep inside her. Ever since that night he'd snuck into her home and failed so miserably at trying to seduce her so she would change his Physics grade, they'd become ardent lovers, with her being nearly as addicted to their sex as he was. "You make me cum really hard too, just so you know. And the gift you brought me back from London was so thoughtful. How would you like to fuck me next?" Mark nodded, pondering her question. He had indeed brought her back a gift, from London in the 1880's. He'd come back with a lovely dress from the period and a bottle of Italian wine. Even though she had never accompanied him on a temporal trip (except that very first one, to prove he had a time machine at all), she seemed to have an innate understanding of how to time travel without screwing things up, which was very easy. He took hold of her hips and slowly rolled her onto her stomach. She purred as she pushed her legs together and then knelt over her thighs. She put her chin on her arms and sighed as he pulled her ass cheeks apart and pushed his cock down into her cunt. Her clamped legs made her feel tighter than ever and he groaned in pleasure as he bottomed out. Keeping himself up on his hands, his back arched so that she was pinned beneath him, he began to piston his hips, fucking his teacher. "Oh, Mark;” she murmured. "It's so good this way. Your cock feels so wonderful inside me." "Uh, God;” he breathed, shuddering as she squeezed her cheeks together, clamping her cunt around him as he thrust. "I never wanna stop fucking you." "I don't want you to," she gasped as he hit her sweet spot. "And because you; oh; have your time machine; we can find a way; to fuck forever;” She squirmed and writhed beneath him while he pushed up and down on her, both of them getting slick with sweat. They groaned and panted together. He leaned down and bit her shoulder Becky keened in pleasure. Trembling, she arched her hips, pushing up against him. She could feel his cock twitching and swelling inside her. "Gonna cum;” he breathed, pushing down and straining. "Uh! Yes, cum in me, Mark!" she wailed. She pressed her face into a pillow as she screamed, feeling her student's cum spurting inside and filling her spasming cunt. Mark shook and groaned loudly, so glad they were in her house and could be as loud as they needed to be. Her slammed his hips down onto her, tingling pleasure blossoming through him. Mark collapsed on top of her, both of them limp and breathing heavily. He reached under Becky and put his hands on her tits, squeezing gently. She hummed and undulated her soft cheeks beneath him, milking his cock for all of his cum, her wet cunt wanting every last drop. They said nothing for several minutes, just lying there in bliss. Becky finally slowly turned over, Mark's cock slipping out of her and they wrapped their arms around each other, kissing deeply. He pushed his still-hard cock back in and moved back and forth gently inside her and she squeezed him in rhythm. Tongues tangled and they hummed contentedly into one another's mouths. "God, I want to find a way to have multiples of you fucking me all at once," she purred, smiling into his eyes and caressing his cheek. "One in my cunt, one in my ass, another in my mouth; hmm, that sounds heavenly." "Yeah, but won't I, like, blow up spontaneously, or collapse the universe if I encounter myself?" he asked somewhat warily. He liked the idea of fucking all Becky's holes, but not if it made everything go boom. She giggled and bopped his nose. "Silly. Why are you asking me? You're the one with access to this time-travel police force. What did you say they were called? TEA?" "Yeah, they said they're called the Temporal Enforcement Agency." Mark confirmed. "I called them Teabaggers and they didn't think that was funny." "Oh, be nice to them, darling," she chided gently. "After all, they're protecting the timeline for crazy kids like you." "Yeah, I guess," he admitted, knowing she was infinitely more sensible than him about these things. She was already so much smarter at this temporal stuff than he was. The only reason his little trip to 1800's London went well was because she'd prepped him and made him think it through. "Getting myself killed is apparently pretty easy." "Boo, and then we couldn't fuck anymore," she said, sounding sad. "And even if you stopped time-travelling tomorrow, I'd still want to fuck you. You've unleashed a demon in me." "I know it," he laughed. "I have to rest a few days after our marathon fuck sessions, only to come back in your next day to keep up with your libido. Not that I'm complaining, mind." She giggled. "Well I do love to fuck," she agreed. "Maybe one day, I'll go with you. I'd love to fuck in a harem bath house or a Parisian brothel." Mark rolled off her and lay on his back, staring at the ceiling. He could almost see the steam rising off them. As tricky as time travel was, he never would have ended up in bed with his Physics teacher if it hadn't been for his time machine. "That chronometer the agents gave me comes in really handy," he said, his thoughts drifting. "It actually gives me little warnings if I'm getting too close to another temporal event. It means I can't do some things I'd like to do, but things get complicated." She smiled. "You said they called it 'the Limelight Effect' or getting clock hammered, depending on what you were trying to do." He nodded. "They didn't like it when I called it 'clock-blocking'." "You said they had no sense of humor." Becky mused. "But maybe practicing with your Holmes Field Device in minor ways will help." He turned and looked at her. "How so?" "Well," she began, turning on her side to look at him, her hand propping up her head. Her nipples gently kissed the skin of his arm. "How about you take me out for dinner? We'll pick a low-traffic area, somewhere time travelers don't go. You said that your chronometer dials are difficult to physically turn and the Holmes Field device always skews numbers if you're trying to get anywhere that would prove troublesome." He considered what she was saying. "So, take you to some remote village in the past where no one else is ever interested in going. We can try finessing my control of the device." She nodded. "Precisely. I don't know about you, but I speak flawless French, we could visit a little village in France's past and we could get some dinner. You could learn how to deal with the locals, get a feel for what you'll have to do if you keep travelling the time stream." "It's weird how you can say words like 'time stream' so naturally, like it's normal," he sighed. "Still, you're right, careful practice is probably a good thing." "It'll be fun," she said, reaching over and taking hold of his hip to turn him into her. Her tits were now squashed to his chest, his soft cock against her gooey cunt. "How bad a teacher can I be for this? You made it through my physics class without tearing a hole in reality." "And yet I failed," he sighed. "I doubt I can fuck my way out of every bit of trouble I get myself into." She giggled and took his hand, pulling him off the bed and leading him to the bathroom. She sat down on the toilet to pee while she stroked his cock gently, She shivered as she peed, feeling his cum trickling of her, pulling him closer and taking him in her mouth. She hummed as she bobbed back and forth, enjoying their mingled taste. Mark had to admit that he was enjoying how relaxed she was around him now that they were lovers. "So," she said finally, pulling his cock out of her mouth with a quiet pop. "We'll shower and get cleaned up. Then we'll head to the public library to figure out where and what we're doing. Anybody asks, I'll say I'm helping you with your schoolwork." He smiled slyly, feeling a familiar tingle in his cock at the thought of showering with her. This was going to be a good night. "So here's a question," she remarked as she watched Mark get dressed in the outfit they'd bought for the occasion, hidden from prying eyes in her basement, where he kept the Holmes Field Device. They'd visited a costume shop and found clothing that was a good fit for the period they were visiting, that being France in the 1600's. "Did they ever tell you about any contacts you can make in the time stream? You know, like dealers?" He looked at her quizzically. "Dealers?" "Sure," she said, nodding. "There must be time-travelers who make their living by providing goods and services to other travelers. I mean, you need to be able to get money and supplies somewhere, so that you don't stick out like a sore thumb, right?" "Yeah, that'd make sense," he admitted. "I mean, I got lucky when I tried going to London and got that dress, I managed to pawn off some knick-knacks I'd brought with me, because I didn't know how else to pay for anything. And they thought I was just some ignorant American. I got out a lot quicker than I thought I would." "I think we should find out," she reasoned. "If you're going to do this, you should really learn how to find what you need." "Exactly how much time-travelling do you think I'm gonna be doing?" he asked, giving her a wry look before continuing to put on his new outfit. "Well, we know you have no future as a physicist, maybe you'll find something you're good at in the time stream," she giggled, making him sigh. She moved forward to help him get into his clothes, since he clearly had no idea what he was doing. "And even if you don't know how to find a dealer, I'm willing to bet that they'll know how to find a traveler." He couldn't argue with that logic and stood still while she corrected his attire, kissing his nose as she finished. He then watched as she got into her own period garb, doing so much more efficiently than he had done. She saw him looking at her and winked. "In spite of my physics major, I also did a lot of work in theater," she quipped, holding her top loosely in place over her opulent tits. "I've been in Les Mis a few times, so I know my way around period garb." "I feel bad about you bringing that jewelry to trade for money," he said, wishing he had more to offer. He didn't just yet, however. "Oh, they're nothing, it's just old gold I never wear," she said dismissively. "I'd probably just end up selling them in a pawn shop at some point. This way, at least it's getting some use. I sell these things I never wear, we get the proper currency, then we go and have some fun. I don't see how this can be a bad thing." "I guess I just feel like it should be me paying." Mark murmured, trying not to blush. "Silly," she giggled again. "You're an eighteen year-old boy. What one earth could you possibly have accumulated that the time stream would be interested in?" "Well, you got me there," he sighed, giving up and letting her continue. "Maybe I'll make it big in the time stream and then I can keep you buying you the presents you deserve." "Ooh, you honey-dripper," she cooed, smiling and kissing his nose before stepping back and examining him. "Well, you're starting to look the part. I'll use some gel in your hair to tousle it a little and then I think we're probably as close as we can get, since neither of us has syphilis or tuberculosis." He waited while she fixed his hair and then took care of her own, pulling her golden locks back in a bow. She was wearing a peasant dress, one that accentuated her small waist and large bust. His outfit, was more akin to a gentleman of northern Europe, with a blue vest and white breeches that he found rather tight, especially around the crotch. "So, milord," she lilted, threading her arm through his and smiling at him. "Shall we sally forth?" He nodded and walked over toward the time machine, his chronometer in hand. 17th Century, France. "Combien allez-vous me donner pour ce pendentif?" Becky asked the owner of the dingy little shop they were standing in. Candles flickered on the walls, dimly illuminating the musty room. The shop-owner, a wizened little man wearing crooked spectacles, looked up her with rheumy eyes. He held out a gnarled hand and she gently put the dull gold bangle into it. Her brought it close to his face, examining it intently. He weighed it in his palm and then scratched the inner surface, testing its contents. He licked his lip as he considered her offering. Finally he put it down. "Onze Louis," he declared, nodding. "Onze Louis, quatre livres, douze sous et vingt-et-trois deniers." Mark looked at Becky, who was considering what he had told them. After a few seconds, she seemed to think he was being reasonable. "Bien. Tout en livres et sous, s'il vous plait." The man counted out one hundred and sixty-six sous and pushed them across the counter. His eyes widened slightly as she pushed a gold necklace and two rings to him for appraisal. Half an hour later, they exited the shop with a small purse containing the equivalent of nearly fifty Louis, a small fortune by the standards of the period and their locale. "Here you go, milord," she said sweetly, pressing the purse into his palm. "It's only appropriate that you carry our funds, since you're the one cosplaying as the aristocracy." "Except my French sucks balls." Mark muttered as they walked down the dirt road. It was mid-morning and they'd arrived in a fallow field outside the town. Google maps indicated that it was empty in the modern day and online archive maps from France in 1652 indicated that it was much the same way back then. With careful calculations of time and distance, they'd arrived without incident. "Well, you speak Spanish, so we'll pretend you're from Madrid or something," she said simply, holding his arm again. "And I'll be the lusty French tart from Rouen who travels with you, keeping you enamored with our fair country." "You'd be stupidly good at Larp, you're really getting into this," he sighed. Larp?” Live action role playing. Any other hidden talents I should know about?" Mark inquired. "If I told you then they wouldn't be surprises," she pointed out. "We women love to be mysterious." "Well, at least you're a woman, most of the girls I know who do that stuff are just crazy." "That's because they're teenage girls, who are, by definition, 'bugfuck insane'." Becky added. "A lot of women are too, I suppose, but at least there's a chance our hormones have straightened out. Probably not much different here, except for the mortality rate." They walked down the cobblestone rode, attracting the occasional stare as they walked into the town. They stopped a stout, middle-aged man and asked where they might get some decent food and accommodations. "You are dressed rather unusually to be walking," he said, looking at Mark. "You seem to be a gentleman of quality, sir. I am the town's physician and apothecary, my name is Henri. And yours, monsieur?" Mark stuttered. "Mark, uh; mon nom; es;” "Marco," Becky interjected suddenly, relieving him of the burden of struggling to make his name known in French. "He is Senor Marco Del Strade, and he is a baron from Valencia." "I thought I was from Madrid." Mark whispered out of the side of his mouth. "Shut the fuck up, I'm thinking on the fly here!" she hissed back. "What did the Spaniard say?" asked the portly physician. "That didn't sound Spanish." "A curse of our association," she said sweetly, beaming a radiant smile at him. "The baron speaks no French, and I no Spanish, so we communicate en Anglais, with which we both have some facility." "A rather unusual arrangement," grunted the man. "Nonetheless, it would not do for our humble town to allow a gentleman of quality to not be looked after. I would recommend L'Auberge Des Loups." "The Wolves' Inn?" Mark muttered out loud, knowing enough French to get that translation. "That doesn't sound too safe." "Be at ease, my friends," Henri said, chuckling. "The wolf is on our town coat of arms, and the Inn is our most reputable establishment. If you have the money, they will give you what you need." He turned and pointed down the road. "There, you can see the inn from this spot. The two-story building with the gambrel roof and all the smoke coming out of the chimney. See it?" "Yes, good sir, and we thank you." Becky said, curtseying before smiling at the man and putting his rather fat, gout-ridden hand in hers. "For all of your help." "Ah, well, yes," he said, blushing and withdrawing his hand from hers. "When you go to the inn, tell the proprietor that Henri sent you. This will make things easier for you." And with that, the man waddled off. "He seemed nice, I guess," Mark mused as they resumed their trek into the town. "I mean, I missed a lot of what you two said, but it seemed to agree with you." "We just need to mention his name when we get to the inn and that'll apparently make our lives easier." Becky replied, thinking how quaint everything was. She couldn't believe she was actually in seventeenth century France! But then, she was fucking her former student who was a time-traveler, so clearly anything was possible. She had already promised herself she would enjoy every moment of this experience. She'd chosen the year as carefully as possible, noting that there were no major Plague outbreaks mentioned and she had insisted they bring very discretely concealed medications with them. Ignoring the stares of the townsfolk, they continued down the main street until they reached the inn. They tacitly avoided stepping in the various effluences that trickled between the cobblestones and stepped over the unconscious peasants who were sprawled in the middle of the street before opening the faded green doors and entering. Dark and musty, lit by wall sconces and an ancient wrought-iron chandelier overhead in which guttered many candles, the large common room was like something out of an HBO special, minus the lighting budget. Large, round table dominated the space, while a great hearth and a long counter encompassed most of the back wall. Lots of sun-browned peasant faces turned to look at them while some stringed instrument plunked away from a corner. The place smelled of smoke and what was probably body odor. Still ignoring the stares, Becky led Mark up to the counter, behind which stood a surly-looking man with a black moustache and beard. He observed them with interest as they approached. Mark stood silently while Becky addressed the man in French. "My lord the Baron is looking for clean and welcoming accommodations for the night," she began, indicating Mark. "Henri sent us to you, saying that you were the establishment in this town worthy of his business." "If you can pay, then yes, we will be able to room you comfortably," he answered, looking at Mark. "Our best room is one livre per night. I assume the baron can afford this?" She looked at Mark now. "A single night is one livre. Those'd be the silver coins. Get one out and just give it to him, without showing how much you actually have." Mark nodded and fished out one of the coins indicated, putting it on the counter for the proprietor to inspect. Satisfied, the man nodded. "This will cover the room. If his lordship has need of a bath or food, we can provide these things as well." "Fresh food?" she asked pointedly. "Only the freshest for the lord," laughed the man loudly, causing people nearby to chuckle. "Is he a mute?" "No, he is Spanish and speaks no French," she said flatly, fixing the man with a hard look. "You can speak to me, his servant, if you feel the need to communicate. You can bring him food now, and your finest wine, good sir." She then turned and took Mark's arm, leading him over to an empty table in the corner, once again ignoring the gazes that followed them. She sat down and sighed, nodding. "We'll eat and then see about the room and a bath," she declared, looking around and taking everything in. "If it's big enough, I'm sure we can get into all sorts of trouble in the tub." "I'd like that," he said, finally relaxing. "I'm glad you're taking to this so easily, because I'm way out of my element. London in the 1880's was hard enough, and all I was doing was pretending I was an American traveler. France in the time of the Louis the Sun King, that's a little out of my league." "Don't worry, once you hit your stride, you'll do fine," she said gently, patting his hand. "I've just had more weird experiences over the course of my life than you have and am adapting a little quicker is all." A jug of wine, two goblets, some hearty bread with butter and some onions and cheese was brought over by a wench who looked like John Rhys-Davies in drag. She belched and tottered off, having delivered her goods. "Although I'm not so sure about adapting to that." Becky said, shaking her head to clear it of the image. She unstopped the jug and poured the dark red wine into their goblets while Mark portioned out the bread, butter, cheese and onions. They both dug in, finally realizing how hungry they were. "Oh, wow, that's good," Becky remarked, looking into her goblet, having tried the wine. "Just remember to eat a lot of bread and butter, Mark, or you'll have the hangover from hell." He'd never had a wine quite like this before and they quickly polished off the jug before ordering another. They finished their bread and cheeses before being presented with a roasted suckling pig and two pheasants, stuffed with local herbs. They enjoyed eating, but the wine was strong enough to eventually get through all the food they'd lined their stomachs with. Becky was giggling and tipsy within the hour. "I can't beli; believe we're here in France," she said, her head tilted to one side. "An' we're gonna fuck; in the tub; an' then in our room, because; because; defiling the timeline; sounds like fun. It's fun, you know, to fuck across history;” "It is," Mark agreed, not as drunk as Becky but still feeling rather buzzed. His tongue felt thick from the wine, which she had explained was not treated with any modern pasteurization process and therefore would be full of tannins and sediments they would need to account for or suffer an assured hangover. "And you're the person I'd want to do it with, Becks;” Becky giggled and slid her hand along his leg, finally arriving at his crotch and giving the bulged contained in the tight breeches a squeeze. "You're not; not a time cop; you're a time cock; timeless cock;” Some musicians had come in a few minutes earlier and were sitting in another corner of the common room. They struck up a lively tune on their lutes, fiddles and a small drum. Becky's eyes lit up as the music reached them. "Oh, I love this song!" she said loudly in English before hopping up from the table and dancing her way with abandon into the middle of the room. People watched on and began to clap and cheer as she stood on a table and began capering. "How the hell does she know this song?" Mark wondered, frowning as he watched his Physics teacher begin to dance and sing. Ah! Si mon moine voulait danser! Ah! Si mon moine voulait danser! Un capuchon je lui donnerais Un capuchon je lui donnerais Danse, mon moine, danse! Tu n'entends pas la danse Tu n'entends pas mon moulin, lon la Tu n'entends pas mon moulin marcher. Mark watched in wonder as she tottered back over and flopped onto the bench next to him, breathing heavily and perspiring. She grinned at him lopsidedly and winked, still obviously rather inebriated. "Why did you know the lyrics to that song?" he asked, utterly baffled. She poured herself more wine and drained her goblet in one gulp, with a very loud Gluck! noise. Clearly, she was intent on partying. "Went to; a Catholic school; run by nunsh;” she slurred, trying to fill her cup again. "Lotsh of shingin' to; keep our little teen girl mindsh; off sheksh; Fuckin' love that shong, used to shing that shong; all the' time; fuckin'; great to dansh to;” "Yes, I noticed," he said, nodding and smiling. "You were almost flashing your tits and your cunt at the; the patrons;” "They can peek; but no touchy;” she said, taking another drink. "Thish pushy; only for you; I think; we'll shee;” She turned and looked at him, her eyes glazed and her skin flush from her exertions. "We're here; together, Mark, but; if you; ya' shee a girl ya' wanna fuck; I'm okay with; with that. "Jus' don' get the crabs!" She had broken into a snickering fit, pressing her forehead against the table as she tried to not fall over completely. Mark was chuckling and feeling really good watching how silly his teacher was being. She looked up suddenly, trying to wear a serious expression. "But one thing," she cautioned, holding up a finger and wagging it at one of the Marks she was looking at. There were three of them, so she chose the one in the middle. "No, moren one thing, but th' one thing'sh; important;” She leaned forward to whisper to him. "Keep your dicky in your pantsh unlesh; unlesh you know she'sh eighteen; 'cush the lawsh right now; 'she prolly legal to fuck 'em younger; but; you're from our time; our time;” She glowered at him drunkenly. "An' we don' fuck 'em if they're not eighteen; ya' got it?" He nodded. "Eighteen or older. Got it. And you can; miss, you can' "Not mish," she interrupted, waving away his comment. "Becky. Not fuckin' mish, remember?" "Sorry," he intoned, letting out a belch and patting his chest. The wine and cheese tasted great but were really fucking with him. "I'll be better; remember;” "Well, what wash it I can do?" she asked. "You were gonna; shay; I could do; what wash it?" Mark thought about that for a moment, unable to push through the wine-induced haze in his head. "I don' remember;” They both broke into laughter, much to the amusement of nearby patrons. Becky had her head on the table again, giggling until Mark slammed his palm on it in an expression of entertainment, shocking her and making her yelp. They looked at one another and burst into more fits of laughter. They'd drained another jug and polished off the pig and pheasants. Mark felt incredibly full, and drunk. Becky could barely stand up and she asked Mark to take her arm and lead them over to the proprietor behind the long counter once again. She shook her head a few times to clear it and he waited patiently for her to speak. "Shir, we'll be needing the bath now, and our room," she said slowly, making sure she could be understood. "Would you be so kind ash to show ush the way?" He tilted his head slightly. "Comment?" "You just spoke to him in English, Becks." Mark told her. Her glassy eyes widened and she squeezed her eyes shut, willing herself not to die of embarrassment. "For fuck's sakes;” she muttered. She took a deep breath and repeated herself in labored French. He nodded and led them up the back, away from the common room. It took Becky fifteen minutes to get up the single flight of stairs because it wouldn't stop spinning. Mark sighed as he sat in the large, round wooden tub, his arms resting on the side while his hands gripped the rim. The steaming water splashed over the side as he shuddered and groaned loudly, cumming. Spent, he sank back onto the small ledge and breathed heavily. The water stirred and Becky surfaced, exhaling. Her golden hair clung to her wetly and her glorious tits glistened. She grinned at her student. "See?" she declared, obviously pleased as she pulled her hair over her shoulders. "Told you I could make you cum before having to surface for air." "Jesus, you must've been down there over two minutes," he breathed, never ceasing to be stunned by her carnal skills. "How the hell do you hold your breath that long?" Becky cricked her neck and settled onto Mark's lap, her arms around his neck. She gave him a peck on the nose. "Lots of cardio and physical training." "Obviously." Mark agreed. "Not that I'm complaining, mind." "Hmm, didn't think you would," she purred. "But only half of this equation has been solved, big boy. I haven't cum yet. Since you're friend down there is taking a nap, how good are you at holding your breath?" "Not that good," he chuckled. "I'm happy to lick your cunt, but you'll need to keep it above water." She smiled and rolled her eyes before getting off his lap. He moved aside and allowed her to kneel on the little ledge he'd been sitting on, leaning over the rim of the tub and resting her forearms on it. She looked back at him and winked while wiggling her sexy, toned behind him. Her cuntlips were dripping and looked inviting. Mark knelt in the middle of the tub, behind Becky's ass and took hold of it, kissing the wet cheeks. Becky cooed and squirmed under the attention, one of her hands cupping a tit and squeezing it. She could feel Mark's lips and tongue moving slowly inward toward her core. She bit her lip and sighed. He touched her cunt, kissing it gently and sliding his tongue up and down the twat, which parted easily before him. Her heard her moan and tasted her tang as he pushed inside her while using his thumbs to pull her inner thighs apart so he could get further into his teacher's snatch. She shivered and pushed back against him, eager for more. "Hmm, Mark;” she cooed, her eyes shut as she felt his tongue inside her. "Yes, right there, lover. Oh, you really know how to use your tongue;” He smiled at her compliment and pulled his tongue out to massage her clit with it, rolling around the little bud and making her gasp sharply. He slid a finger inside her, followed by another and she groaned. He could feel her cunt tightening around his digits and began to push them back and forth slowly while he nibbled and sucked her clit. Becky shuddered again and leaned down, biting at her knuckle while squeezing her tit harder, massaging it vigorously. Mark lashed her clit while fingering her tight twat and then slid a single finger into her ass. Her breath caught in her throat and she gripped the ledge of the tub, her fingers raking along the iron-bound wood. "Fuck, Mark," she whimpered. "Yes, make me cum. I want to cum in your mouth!" Mark worked her cunt harder, sliding the fingers back and forth, pushing in deeper each time. His tongue massaged her clit relentlessly or he sucked on it. She was squirming and writhing back against him, groaning unashamedly. He was beyond caring if anyone heard them at this point. Becky was panting heavily now, her eyes glazing over as she ground her ass against Mark's face, feeling his fingers in her cunt and her ass, wiggling and pushing her closer and closer to orgasm. She would miss his cum inside her, but she would surely get it before long, Mark was developing good stamina under her guidance. She arched her back and moaned loudly as she began to cum, pleasure blossoming through her from her cunt and out to her fingers and toes. Her body shook while she climaxed, the wet, gooey ecstasy of colors in her mind letting her; Invasion. There was a smash, like wood splintering, the creak of worn metal. Her eyes snapped open in confusion, the unreal delight of her orgasm draining away as men in masks and dark clothes surged into the room, at least five of them and more shadows in the hallway. Most were holding knives or small clubs, but she saw the one in front carrying a heavy flintlock pistol. Even in the darkness of the room, lit only by candles around the wall, she could see the wicked scar on his cheek. "Arrêtez! Reste tranquille et je ne te tuerai pas!" he rasped, pointing his pistol at her while his comrades moved into the room and began searching for something. "Qui es-tu?" Becky demanded, getting angry not only about the intruders, but the fact that her orgasm was slipping away. She could feel Mark still kneeling behind her, looking on in shock at what was happening. "Tais-toi, salope!" the man barked, moving toward her and drawing a wicked knife from his belt, his men now ransacking the room. He placed the point of the knife at her throat and Mark felt a cold fear run up his spine. "Do not speak to me in that tone if you' He never finished the sentence as Becky grabbed the wrist of the hand holding the knife and twisted, hard. The man with the scar yelped as he lost his grip on the knife and the blonde woman leapt out of the tub, her knee smashing into his face. He staggered backward and then went flying as her foot slammed into his ribcage. He crashed through a table and this got the attention of the thugs he'd brought with him. They all looked in shock at the naked blonde tigress for a moment and then surged in on her, knives and cudgels ready. "A little help here, hero!" Becky shrilled as she scampered away from the incoming bandits. "This isn't sex, don't make me do all the work!" "Hey now!" Mark protested, half-rising out of the relative protection of the tub because of her taunt. "It's not like you do all' "Goddammit, Mark!" Becky shouted as she ducked the swing of a club and punched her attacker in the balls. "You'd better hope they kill us, because if I survive, I'm going to crack open your skull and suck your brain out with a straw! Help me!" Mark came to his senses and vaulted over the side of the tub, trying not to think about the fact that he was buck naked and rushing toward his teacher and her assailants. He crashed into the smallest man, bearing him to the ground and winding him. Not sure what else to do, he began punching the bandit, knocking his cloth mask askew so he could not see. The man struggled wildly to get out from underneath his naked foe. "Huh!" Mark choked out as another thug grabbed him by the throat from behind and started pulling him off the man he was on top of. He could feel his tongue beginning to bulge out of his mouth and was thinking he must look incredibly foolish, like Jabba the Hutt when Princess Leia strangled him with the chain. He couldn't die like that. He couldn't. With a limp dick and a swollen tongue? In front of Becky? He'd taken some karate, although he was no expert. His skin was still wet and he went limp, using sudden deadweight to break his attacker's hold on his throat, although he hissed in pain when he felt the man's ragged nails crease through his skin as he lost his grip. With a thud! Mark hit the floor and did the only thing he could think of doing; he grappled onto the man and took him down in a rough tumble. He desperately rolled until he was on top and rammed his knee into the man's stomach. He heard the man wheeze but then sparks exploded behind his eyes as something cracked across the back of his head. He didn't fall over but scrambled away in a panic, wishing he could see in the darkness or that the room would stop spinning. Becky landed in a heap on top of him, knocking him back to the floor. She was still naked and incredibly angry from the sounds of her. "That's it, buster!" she roared as she surged back to her feet and charged her attacker. Mark dazedly looked over and watched as his teacher sprinted across the room, her foe giving chase. She leapt in the air and to the wall, her foot making contact. Before anyone was ready, she sprang backward, smashing her foot across the man's jaw in a roundhouse kick that they must have heard on the edge of town. The man went down like a sack of flour. "Alright, who's next?" she shouted, standing in the middle of the room, naked and scratched up. She grabbed a pewter jug and slammed it backward into the head of a man coming up behind her. He went down. "I didn't know you did parkour!" Mark called out as he tackled another thug from behind, taking him to the floor. "I do a lot of things to take out my sexual frustrations!" she snapped back, picking up a bench and throwing it at two assailants to keep them off-balance. "Parkour, jiu-jutsu, archery, Krav-Maga. I was kind of hoping that fucking would allow me to vent a little steam!" "I can see why!" Mark said as he smashed the man's face into the floor repeatedly. Even in his weirdest dreams, he'd never imagined fighting French bandits while buck naked. He wondered if the Temporal Enforcement Agency would be up his ass about this incident. "Oh, shut up!" she shrilled, kicking a man between the legs from behind and then suplexing him after he doubled over in pain. The floor splintered with the impact, but Becky rolled to her feet and grabbed his cudgel. "You still owe me an orgasm, mister!" "Okay, okay!" Mark said hastily. A sallow man confronted him, wearing an eye-mask, who brandished a knobbed club. The bandit grinned at him, clearly intent on bashing his head in. Thinking quickly, Mark stood and looked somber, clasping his fist in his hand and bowing, like they did in his mom's tai chi class. The bandit looked confused for a moment before Mark bowed again and then made a motion urging the bandit to do the same. Still not sure what was happening but wanting to get on with things, the bandit bowed at the waist clumsily. Mark broke a chair over his head before grabbing the cudgel and rushing to Becky's side. "So very nice of you to join me," Becky panted as they faced off against the three remaining intruders, who were trying to surround them. Mark and Becky backed up toward the outer wall, the window behind them. The men closed in. There was a groan and a clatter as the man with the scar on his cheek slowly got to his feet from the pile of broken furniture he'd been laying in and approached them, his henchmen parting to make way for him. "Pour votre arrogance, je vous verrai mort." he growled, pointing his pistol at Mark. Trapped, Mark squeezed his eyes shut; click! Mark blinked and opened his eyes. The scar-faced man was scowling at his pistol, which was letting off a small tuft of smoke but had failed to go off. Was the powder wet? With a roar of fury, Becky was on him. "Get the other three!" she yelled as she rearranged his face. "I've got this one!" Too bewildered to be afraid and exhilarated to be alive, Mark charged the remaining three thugs, who were all backing away in confusion. None of this had gone according to plan, the majority of their fellow bandits were strewn around the room, beaten unconscious by a naked man and a crazy blonde hellion with big tits and a shaved cunt. "C'est des conneries!" she raged as she beat the man around the room, showing no mercy. "I came to the Sun King's France to drink wine, have a good time and get laid! And you fuckers just had to try and rob me, didn't you? All sorts of peasants to pick on, but no! You thought you'd get lucky with two strangers! Well va te faire enculer, pal!" Mark lost track of the whirlwind of violence his teacher had become while he ducked the swipe of a knife and then kicked the leg out from under a thug, dislocating his knee and dropping him. He whirled around and got lucky with the cudgel, cracking it across the jaw of another man, who spun like a top and fell to the ground. He was beginning to notice that he was taller than just about all these men, often by a significant margin. Some were barely taller than Becky. Had nutrition really been that bad in this era? The last one got desperate and lunged at him, but Mark twisted and used his foe's momentum to send him sailing past and smashing into the window. The unconscious man slumped halfway through the shutter and the sounds of commotion in the street below reached him. He shouldn't have been surprised that they were causing a stir. He looked around the room to see if any other foes were standing, but saw only sprawled bodies everywhere, some stirring slightly. The only other sound was that of a face being punched. He looked over to see Becky squatting on the scarred man's chest, grappling into his collar and socking him repeatedly in the mouth while swearing in French. "Nique ta mere!" thump! "Oh, you really pissed me off!" she growled as she huiled the man up by the shirt and dragged him stumbling over to the tub, where she pushed his head under the water. He thrashed about in a panic before she let him back up, gasping for air. "You like that?" she shouted, thumping his head off the side of the tub several times for emphasis. "Ya' think it's funny to barge into a girl's room when she's about to get her rocks off? Is that it?" She shoved his head back underwater again, waiting until he was thrashing around in terror again before pulling him back out and dragging him over to the bed. She threw him against it so that he was kneeling, supported by the straw-stuffed mattress as he swooned. "Hold him down, Mark;” she growled. Unsure of what to do aside from comply, Mark got on the bed and pinned the man's arms against the mattress, putting all his weight on them to keep him in place. He watched in growing confusion as Becky knelt behind the man and yanked his breeches down, exposing his pock-marked behind. She found his flintlock pistol and glared at it for a moment before fiddling with the mechanism, cocking it. The man's eye flared wide and he howled in pain and horror as she pushed the barrel inside his ass. "Alright, buttercup," she said with a sweetness that oozed cruelty. "You're going to explain who told you to come and rob us. And if you don't, I pull the trigger and put your brains on the ceiling." Mark warily shuffled aside on the bed, away from the top of the man's skull. "Do you understand me?" Becky asked quietly, giving the pistol a jiggle. "Probably not," Mark said, trying to sound conciliatory. "You're speaking English again." Becky realized he was right and swore under her breath. Rather than say it all again in French, she decided to just get to the point. She pressed the pistol in an inch further, ignoring the resistance she encountered. "Dites-mois qui vous a envoye," she growled. "Tell me or I blow an asshole in the top of your head." "Henri!" the scar-faced man gasped and whimpered. "He told us you would be here and you have much money!" "Oh, did he now?" Becky growled, forgetting to speak French as she glared at the bandit. "I am going to eat that man's children;” She roughly grabbed the man and spun him around to face her, without removing the pistol muzzle from his ass. His face was pale with fright and artfully rearranged by her fist. He was still leaning back against the bed, not daring to move, breathing heavily. "Maintenant," Becky began, still glowering at him. "You're going to tell me where to' She paused as she looked down at the man's crotch and saw that he was sporting a throbbing erection. "Are you fucking kidding me?" she shouted angrily, yanking the pistol out of his ass and then slamming the grip across his head with a loud crack! The bandit's eyes rolled into his head and he slumped to the ground, very unconscious. "Huh," Mark said as he glanced down at the prone villain. "I guess guys really can get erections from that sort of thing. I thought it was bullshit." "It ought to be, under these circumstances," Becky groused, folding her arms and looking pissed off. "You don't spring wood when a girl's got a gun shoved up your ass, especially after you try to rob her! I don't feel the least bit bad about not giving him a reach-around. Fucker;” "Would you really have pulled the trigger and blown his brains out?" he asked somewhat nervously. "Oh, of course, not," she snorted, giving him a wry look. "I'm not a monster." "You sure fight like one." Mark said, using his hand to indicate the carnage around the room. Bad guys were strewn everywhere, and he was pretty sure he couldn't claim most of them. "Well, they had it coming," she sniffed. "They interrupted my orgasm. It's just rude." She then turned and looked at him, her expression much softer. "Thank you, Mark, for all your help. You saved me, I couldn't have done it on my own." "Yeah, well, you wouldn't have been in danger if I hadn't brought you here in that damn time machine." Mark said, a feeling of guilt washing over him. She knelt next to him on the bed and hugged him close, their bodies pressing together. She smiled at him and kissed his nose. "Don't be sad," she cooed. "I haven't had this much adventure in ages." Mark smirked. "If you've got romps in your past that compare to this, I wanna hear about them." "Oh, you'll need to do a lot more fucking to coax those out of me, young man," she whispered, reaching down between them to take gentle hold of his cock and begin stroking. "But maybe I won't make it too difficult for; Mark, it's very rude to stare off into space while a girl is trying to seduce you. Mark?" "I'm not staring off into space, Becks." Mark said, staring past her shoulder. "Oh, really?" she asked, putting her hands on her hips and looking annoyed, still kneeling in front of him. "Then what is so fascinating that even my tits can't distract you?" He indicated a direction behind her with a nod. "Voyeurs." Becky turned her head slowly and looked across the room at the door. Her eyes narrowed as she noticed several dark shapes in the hallway, gazing into the room in astonishment. With a sigh, she got off the bed, grabbed a candle that hadn't been destroyed and walked over to the door, clearly beyond caring that she was still naked. She could see men and women now, backing up uncertainly at her approach. She also spied one particular silhouette, large and with a big beard, lurking near the back and trying to not be seen. "Oh no you don't, pal," she called out, snapping her fingers and then pointing at the man before making a beckoning motion. "Get your sorry ass over here;” Henri, the peasant girls, and hospitality. Mark sighed in pleasure and took another drink from the jug of wine he was holding, trying to not spill any. He pulled his lips away and looked down his body. He was sitting in a large, plush bed, blissfully naked. Between his legs, a local girl with dark brown hair girl was bobbing her mouth up and down on his cock ardently, clearly interested in pleasing him. "This one's the innkeeper's daughter?" he mused, enjoying her mouth. She paused sucking on him for a moment to look up and smile eagerly before returning to her task. "She loves cock for sure." "She's one of his daughters," Becky agreed, propped up beside him, equally naked and holding the head of a girl who was lying between her legs, her face buried in the blonde's cunt, which she was licking hungrily. "This is the other one." "You frightened him so badly that he's letting us fuck his daughters?" Mark laughed. "He's given us his personal quarters, given us all the food and drink we want and we can fuck his daughters?" "What can I say, I'm persuasive." Becky grunted, shivering and grinding herself into the face of the daughter. "He'll let us stay for the week, he doesn't want word getting around that a noble had a fiasco in his inn. He'd probably give us his wife, too, if I demanded it. We're too close to Paris and word would get around and wreck his business." "If trashing that room and leaving bandits everywhere doesn't, nothing would." Mark breathed, holding the girl by the hair. "Seriously, it looks like Metallica stayed in that room now. What'll we do about that Henri asshole?" "I'll think of it later, I'm a little busy." Becky hissed, squirming and knotting her fingers in the peasant girl's hair. "Uh, it's been so long, since a girl ate me." "You had a sexy phase? I didn't know you liked girls." Mark said, smirking at her. "Back in high school, maybe," Becky admitted. "Haven't been with one since then." "But I do have a question," he said, focusing past the daughter's wicked mouth. "In all the hassle and afterward, I never asked the innkeeper how old his daughters were." "So?" Becky gasped, eyes squeezed shut and bucking her hips. "Well, what if they're not eighteen? You said yourself that we have to hold ourselves to the standards of the time we come from, right?" "You're thinking of that now?" she groaned through clenched teeth. "I; fuck; Mark, it's 1640 right now. That means these girls can't be any less than three hundred and ninety-two in our time. Good enough?" "Good enough!" he laughed. Rationalization seemed to be a handy skill when you were time travelling. He looked over and saw Becky pull the girl away from her crotch and rustle over to him. He stayed still while she straddled his lap, facing down his body. With one hand, she took hold of his cock and held it steady while she positioned herself above it. The two sisters, every bit as naked as them, nestled on the bed below his legs, pressing against one another's sides. They grinned at one another and kissed, their tongues tangling as they waited for Becky to continue. With a sigh, his teacher lowered herself onto his cock, the mushroom head splitting her wet lips before sliding inside her. She sunk down with a groan until he was in to the hilt. She then slowly laid herself back against him, allowing Mark fondle her tits while she squirmed and writhed on him. The sisters moved in and began licking at his cock or kissing her cunt lips and clit while the two guests fucked. "Oh, Heaven;” Becky purred as she caressed his cheek, turning her head to kiss him, their tongues slithering around while she undulated slowly on his lap. "This is what time travel's all about;” Mark held her with one hand, fondling her tits and pinching her nipples while his other hand found the wine jug and poised it just over her torso. She hummed in pleasure as he trickled the dark red liquid over her fair skin, letting it cascade down her exquisite form. One of the sisters noticed and knelt up, beginning to lick it off Becky's tits and stomach while the other noisily slurped it from the Mark's cock and Becky's cunt. "God, forget the Sun King's France, we belong in Caligula's Rome," Becky moaned, shivering in delight at how decadent they were being. "We'll need to; hmm; we'll need to find time to attend an orgy, Mark; how's your Latin?" "Not as good as yours, I imagine," he replied, his tongue still swirling around with hers while they fucked. "But I'd be happy to learn it if we can attend a real orgy." He put the jug of wine aside and used both hands to molest her again, squeezing her tits and gripping her skin. Becky writhed and him, pressing down with her hips, shuddering as the two sisters licked her and nipped at her skin. She begged the universe n

The Rickey Smiley Morning Show Podcast delivers a powerful message of compassion and unity as Ricky and the crew broadcast live from the Christian Service Mission in Birmingham, Alabama, calling on listeners nationwide to help feed families impacted by the federal SNAP benefits pause amid the government shutdown. Joined by pastors including Dr. Jamal Bryant, Bishop Joseph Walker, Pastor Keion Henderson, and Pastor Marcus Davidson, Ricky leads a multi-city food drive connecting churches and volunteers across the U.S. — from Birmingham and Memphis to Nashville, Houston, and Atlanta. The show also celebrates a major moment of generosity as philanthropist MacKenzie Scott donates over $300 million to HBCUs, including record-breaking gifts to Alabama State, Alcorn State, and Morgan State Universities — sparking emotional gratitude from Gary With Da Tea and the RSMS crew, who highlight how her giving “will change the trajectory of Black education for generations.” Later, Mo’Nique resurfaces in headlines, expressing that she still wants a sit-down with Oprah Winfrey and Tyler Perry to heal old wounds from their fallout after Precious. Ricky and the team respond with empathy and wisdom, urging private reconciliation over public spectacle. Website: https://www.urban1podcasts.com/rickey-smiley-morning-show See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Mo’Nique resurfaces in headlines, expressing that she still wants a sit-down with Oprah Winfrey and Tyler Perry to heal old wounds from their fallout after Precious. Ricky and the team respond with empathy and wisdom, urging private reconciliation over public spectacle. See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Sacramento Kings lose to the Portland Trail Blazers 124-123 In this episode of The Royal Report I discuss the strong start to the preseason from Zach LaVine, the impressive play of the young players including Devin Carter, and the struggles of Malik Monk and DeMar DeRozan.

In this episode of She Wolf Alchemy, Ress and Nique discuss the concept of 'perpetual freshman syndrome' where adults fail to take responsibility for their own growth and constantly rely on others for emotional labor. They explore how excusing such behavior can create codependency and normalize dysfunction. The discussion includes personal anecdotes about relationships and friendships where individuals refuse to grow and instead weaponize their incompetence. They also emphasize the importance of reciprocity, self-reflection, and setting boundaries to avoid being drained by others who refuse to do their own work.

Bad Bunny, whose real name is Benito Antonio Martínez Ocasio, has had a monumental week, continuing to make waves both in Puerto Rico and around the globe. Just days ago, he concluded his record-breaking first-ever concert residency in Puerto Rico, titled No Me Quiero Ir de Aquí, which ran from July 11 to September 20 at the José Miguel Agrelot Coliseum in San Juan. Over 31 nights, he transformed “El Choliseo” into a temple of nostalgia and cultural celebration, with every show highlighting music from his highly-praised sixth album, Debí Tirar Más Fotos.Fans saw surprise guest appearances from legendary and rising stars alike, including Gilberto Santa Rosa, Young Miko, Tainy, Farruko, Arcángel, Yandel, Sech, Residente, and Mora. Each night's setlist evolved, weaving in traditional Puerto Rican genres like plena, bomba, and salsa, all fused with his signature modern reggaeton and trap sound. Notably, the final bonus show, “Una Más,” on September 20 was livestreamed worldwide on Amazon Prime Music, Prime Video, and Twitch, making history by tying the concert to the eighth anniversary of Hurricane Maria, adding emotional weight and a message of resilience to already electrified performances.His new album, Debí Tirar Más Fotos, which dropped in January right before Three Kings Day, continues to dominate conversations months later. The record's 17 tracks, including viral sensations like DtMF and TURiSTA, have become generational anthems about nostalgia, the shifting identity of Puerto Rico, and cherishing fleeting moments. The accompanying short film for the album, featuring poignant storytelling by acclaimed Puerto Rican filmmaker Jacobo Morales, deepened listeners' emotional connections. The album cover itself, with its iconic empty monobloc chairs, has sparked interpretation and discussion about lost memories and evolving culture across social media.Tracks like DtMF, now boasting over a billion Spotify streams, fuel a viral TikTok trend in which users share reflective slideshows of loved ones and old haunts with the chorus “I should have taken more photos while I had you” as the soundtrack. According to Nique.net, Debí Tirar Más Fotos is also being studied at Emory and Yale University for its impact on Puerto Rican society and economy, due in part to Bad Bunny's drawing an estimated $200 million in economic activity to the island through his long series of residency and festival shows.This week also saw continued buzz from his surprise holiday single, Pitorro de Coco, a melancholic heartbreak anthem named after the iconic Puerto Rican rum, which was released alongside the album announcement. Bad Bunny's influence outside of music was also on full display as snippets from his cameo in the trailer for the upcoming Adam Sandler film Happy Gilmore 2 circulated widely. Further cementing his status as a global superstar, Billboard and Pollstar reports show his “Most Wanted Tour” is the seventh highest-grossing tour of 2024, pulling in over $210 million.Listeners can expect even more as Bad Bunny has already teased new music to come, with fans speculating about collaborations and directions for his evolving sound. As the year enters its final stretch, the impact, artistry, and cultural significance of Bad Bunny show no sign of slowing.Thank you for tuning in and be sure to come back next week for more. This has been a Quiet Please production, and for more, check out Quiet Please Dot A I.Some great Deals https://amzn.to/49SJ3QsFor more check out http://www.quietplease.aiThis content was created in partnership and with the help of Artificial Intelligence AI

When Brian was preparing to head off to college, his dad asked him what he wanted to do with his life. Without hesitation, Brian said, “I want to play ball.” His dad looked him straight in the eye and replied, “Son, you're not Mickey Mantle. What are you going to do with your life?” Brian's dad had started in the mailroom at IBM and worked his way up to installing SAP systems worldwide, often away from home. The moments Brian cherished most with him were simple-going to nurseries together, spreading mulch, and working in the yard. Those experiences inspired Brian to pursue landscape horticulture at NC State. On his very first day of class, a professor told students, “Starting salary: $17,500. If you're here for money, there's the door.” Brian thought, that's $17,500 more than I have - let's go. The summer before graduation, Brian worked in Wilmington under a boss known for yelling and belittling his crew. Deflated, he returned to campus, questioning his future. A friend suggested, “Why don't you start your own business?” Brian remembered an RFP project in Professor Stu Warren's class, where he created a mock company—named Yardnique. It was the best grade Brian ever received in landscape horticulture, and Professor Warren's feedback was simple but powerful: “Great name.” At 21, Brian turned that project into reality. With nothing more than a stack of flyers and a mission to treat others the way you want to be treated, he launched Yardnique, envisioning just five employees. As the company grew, Brian was honored in 2012 with the Triangle Business Journal's 40 Under 40 Award, recognizing Yardnique's early impact. Today, nearly 29 years later, Yardnique operates over 42 locations with 2,500 employees across North Carolina, South Carolina, Florida, Georgia, Tennessee, and Alabama. Brian's journey began with a question from his dad, and has become a lifelong mission of building teams, impacting lives, and leading with purpose.

On this episode of the Be4Reel Podcast Kobe, Charlow the PYT, and Lolo talk about Mo'Nique still not letting go of her gripe with Oprah Winfrey and Tyler Perry. Tune in to hear The Be4Reel Gang share our thoughts on letting go and moving on. Should Monique let go? Hit play then tell us what you think.

In this episode, Nique discusses the Netflix documentary series 'Train Wreck,' focusing on the infamous Balloon Boy incident. The story revolves around a family who claimed their son was trapped in a runaway balloon, leading to a nationwide media frenzy. As the narrative unfolds, it explores themes of media manipulation, public perception, and the legal consequences faced by the family. Nique also touches on other documentaries in the series and hints at upcoming episodes for the spooky season.

Is "peace of mind" just you ignoring red flags in high definition? In this episode, hosts Nique and Ress take a candid dive into the emotional gymnastics we perform to keep the peace — whether it's with bae, your bestie, your boss, or your cousin who still owes you money from 2018.From sweeping issues under the rug (until you trip over the damn thing) to the slow drip of self-betrayal we call "keeping it together," they unpack the cost of pretending everything's fine when it's clearly... not.Tune in for real talk, personal stories, and tangible strategies on how to know when to speak up, when to let it ride, and how to stop betraying yourself for the sake of "vibes."Because sometimes, "keeping the peace" is actually starting a war — with yourself.

In this episode, the Nique discusses the documentary 'Unknown Number High School Catfish,' which explores the harrowing experience of a teenage couple who become victims of relentless cyberbullying. The narrative unfolds as the couple receives harassing text messages that escalate over time, leading to a shocking revelation about the identity of the perpetrator. The episode delves into themes of mental health, parental obsession, and the emotional trauma inflicted on the victims, ultimately reflecting on the complexities of family dynamics and the impact of cyberbullying on young lives.

In this episode of Catch These Vibes, Nique discusses various topics including her thoughts on the new season of 'Wednesday', a review of the movie 'Drive Me Crazy', and a ranking of 90s teen movies. She also shares insights from the Jussie Smollett documentary, explores the film 'Autumn in New York', and talks about an upcoming Halloween game. The episode concludes with a discussion on filmmaking and plans for future episodes.Chapters00:00 Introduction and Episode Overview01:23 Reviewing 'Wednesday' and 'Drive Me Crazy'10:42 Ranking 90s Teen Movies11:13 Exploring 'Autumn in New York'15:13 Jussie Smollett Documentary Insights27:45 Upcoming Halloween Game and Filmmaking Discussion37:31 Concluding Thoughts and Future Plans

Live and in person!Two new games, two classics, andlots of special guests!Tonight's guests: Chris DeFilippis, Shawn Wray and Rick TetraultWith special appearances by: Matthew Carroll, Joe Crowe, Scott Matteson, Nique Yager, Sherri Wray, Jacob Wray, Gus (aka Nique part II), and a Con attendee named Echo! Thanks for everyone at Magic City Con for hosting us!Find me on the socials, subscribe and comment, and listen to every episode of the podcast on Captain GameShow.com!

You guys asked us to run it back on this topic so here we go again- This one's for the overachievers, emotional contortionists, and secret softies. Nique and Ress get real about the cost of being an over functioner — when vulnerability feels unsafe, and slowing down feels like failure. When being soft feels risky, and hyper-independence becomes your whole personality.From childhood pressure to adult burnout, they get vulnerable about emotional armor, grief over lost girlhood, and why slowing down feels terrifying (but necessary). If you've ever been praised for your independence while quietly drowning, prepare to feel seen.

In today’s Rickey Smiley Morning Show Podcast, four compelling stories captured our attention. Ari Lennox stirred debate by calling out the show Martin's insensitive colorist jokes directed at Pam (played by Tichina Arnold), expressing frustration that the humor dismissed the beauty and dignity of darker-skinned women— and not everyone agreed with her sentiments. The episode also covered the fallout involving Shannon Sharpe, who has officially parted ways with ESPN following a high-profile sexual assault settlement; the split comes amid ongoing scrutiny and public fallout from comments made by comedian Mo’Nique about Sharpe’s relationships. Topping it all, political headlines turned personal: President Trump is reportedly in talks to potentially pardon Sean “Diddy” Combs, a move that’s sparked fierce debate over justice, celebrity influence, and political strategy amid Diddy’s transportation conviction and pending sentencing. Website: https://www.urban1podcasts.com/rickey-smiley-morning-show See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

The episode also covered the fallout involving Shannon Sharpe, who has officially parted ways with ESPN following a high-profile sexual assault settlement; the split comes amid ongoing scrutiny and public fallout from comments made by comedian Mo’Nique about Sharpe’s relationships. See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

D-Lo talks Kings and Summer League along with LeBron James.