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Carrie and Mark settle in to everyday life.by T. Foxal. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected.“Oh Mark. I have never been made love to like that ever. It was perfect. Everything you have done so far has been perfect for me. I don't think you have one selfish bone in your body. I need to know though, are you scared of all of this?”“Carrie, I have never been more scared in my life. Not even over in the sandpit, with bullets flying all around. Had you not said I love you back to me, when I made my declaration, I would have been crushed. I've never, ever let anyone into my heart, like I have let you in. Am I scared now? A little. I know you said it the other night. Well, you told me to catch up with you because you were already there. But over time, I thought you may have some misgivings for saying, since we were in the heat of the moment then. But all the little things you have been doing, or saying, led me to believe you really were. And, I wanted to make it special for you. This whole day when you weren't around me, all I could think of was you. I wondered what you were thinking when you took your bath before, or what you were doing and thinking when you left this morning. Let's face it, we haven't been alone with our own thoughts for a week now.”She leaned in and kissed me lightly on the lips, then said, “Mark. I knew from that first kiss. Then when we made love the first time, I was in heaven. It wasn't sex between us. It was more. Since that time, we have done nothing but make love and my heart races every time I see you. I was so scared when I said that the other night. Did I push you away from me? Would you just say, screw this, I'm outta here. But the big thing for me was when we were at the winery, and you went up to the bar to get us those samples. Your eyes smiled at me the whole time. You didn't even look at that girl, who I thought was really hot, but just kept looking at me. You made love to me right then. Am I scared. Yes. I want this more than anything, but I don't want to be hurt again. I lived that. But, you are not him. You are so much more than he could ever be. I was eye candy for him, and a fuck, and nothing more. My heart is now yours, please don't hurt it.”I rolled to my side and looked deep into her hazel eyes, then kissed her. “You know what turned me on the most today?” “No, Baby, I don't” “When I saw you after you came back from your day in town. My God, you looked so sexy and stunning to me. You are such a beautiful woman, and not just physically, but all around. I wanted to take you then, but then that would have downplayed this evening. I never tried to be romantic with anyone before, and I so wanted to seduce you tonight.”She giggled. “Well Mr. Marine. You succeeded in every way tonight. I'll tell you. When I saw the robe, then the candles lit by the bathtub, I got super horny. I wanted you so bad then. Then when I shaved down there, I felt incredibly sexy. I even came after that. But when we took off our robes and I saw you in those boxers, I damn near raped you. But dancing really did me in. I almost told you then I loved you. But I am glad I waited now.”As she talked, her hand was now on my cock, stroking it back to life. When I was hard again, she leaned in and kissed me, then pushed me to my back. She kneeled and straddled me and slowly sat down on me, engulfing me with her velvet like inner walls of her sex.“Baby?” she whispered. “This has been an amazing night. But now I need to be a little naughty. A couple should be able to let loose some and enjoy sex too. I love lovemaking, but I also love to fuck Mark. But only with someone I want to give myself too, completely. I want to fuck your beautiful cock. I want to feel your cum spray deep inside me and, I want cum all over it. Fuck me Baby. Make me your Lover.”I arched my back up and drove in deep in her. “Oh Fuck. You are so deep.” She started moving up and down, faster and faster. “Oh god I love this. My favorite position too.”She leaned down and started smothering me with kisses. Moaning as we fucked. I did too. Her head slipped to the side of mine and whispered. “You like my tight little cunt, don't you Babe. Your cock is a perfect fit for it. My cunt loves your cock. Oh God Mark. ““Oh God Babe. Your cunt is so tight. I love it and always will. Fuck me Carrie.”She sat up and started grinding hard on me now. Neither of us was going to last long. I sat up and took her one tit in my mouth and sucked hard.“Oh Christ. Suck my tits Baby. I Love that so much”She started pounding me harder now, as I continued sucking it, then switched to the other. Her arm went behind my head and pulled me in tighter. My hands were holding her luscious ass as I did this. My one hand went exploring and touched her ass, which made her moan really loud. I slipped it down to her cunt and got it wet as the finger rubbed against her lips and my cock. Then I brought it up to her brown hole and slipped it in.“Oh Fuck Baby. Yes. God I love you”She started cumming a minute later. Her head and body shook as she came hard, but somehow, she maintain the rhythm we had going. I was now getting close myself and could feel my balls tighten up, signaling my impending orgasm. “Oh Shit Carrie, I'm going to cum” I yelled out.She slammed down one last time, and then jumped off. Her mouth was over my cock in no time and was starting to suck me, when I erupted in her mouth. I had to have shot 5 or 6 good ropes into her hungry mouth. She didn't spill a drop, except at the end, a little dribbled out the side.She was kneeling now, getting ready to wipe her mouth, when I grabbed her wrist and gently pulled her to me and I licked it off of her face and then kissed her. The kiss was so hot and passionate. We were lost in that kiss for minutes, until she broke away, panting hard.We both lay on our backs now, still in a euphoric bliss from our love making. Carrie was very quiet. At first I thought she fell asleep, until I felt her hand grasp mine and squeeze it.“Are you  okay Carrie?”, I asked. “Actually, I am on cloud nine, as they say. I've never been made love too, like this, then opening up and letting go like that. I just hope you don't think I am some sort of slut. I want to explore all there is with you sexually and lovingly too.”“Babe. You are hardly a slut. Sex to me, is supposed to be fun too. You were amazing. But our love making, well, it's beyond words. To me, you are an angel. Quite the lady too. In bed, we can do whatever we please, as long as we both agree on whatever we do. One thing though, I can never share you with anyone. I don't believe I get jealous, but I could never share you with anyone, man or woman. I knew a couple in the service that did that. Got into swinging. No way. Not with someone I love and respect, like I do you. But just so you know, I really enjoyed the naughty Carrie. She is fun.”“Umm.. I may have to let her out more often then. Cuz naughty Markie, was turning me on too. But, you will never have to fear me wanting another. I am quite happy with who I am with. I will never deny you in bed either. Except, when I am sick, or you are sick. Sex just doesn't seem like fun then. But that's about it.”“Yeah, being sick and wanting sex, just doesn't seem to go hand in hand. I will never deny you as well. But, I'm a guy, so the prospect of me saying no is quite low.”She giggled, then said, “Well. Mister. You better never hold out in the oral department anymore. Oh Christ. That was unbelievable. I could take that all day long. And, I love giving too. I love how you taste.”“You're turning me on again Honey. How do you feel right now?” I asked“Horny” she giggled then. “Honestly. And don't freak when I say this. But I feel as though I am on a Honeymoon and you took your virgin bride to sexual highs she never knew existed.”I did chuckle. “Nothing wrong with that. To me, you are a virgin, or at least were. I don't care about your past. You are my first, and dare I say, only love for me.”“I like that” she replied. Then said, “Where do you see us in a year?”“Honestly. I never look to the future too much. But, I have been lately. I hope that you will be with me in a year, and maybe, just maybe, if you haven't tired of my Jarhead ass, we are right back here, spending it as a true honeymoon”She folded into my arms and kissed my cheek. “I think that could be a real possibility. This Squid actually has thought about it, and she doesn't think she'll ever tire of you. Piss me off at times, Yes, but never tire.”I then laughed, and she asked what was funny. “God, if your Dad could see us right now. He'd hang me.”“Nah. He knows I like you a great deal. He doesn't know we professed love yet. But he does like you, Mom told me that. Jenny knows too. I talked with her this morning. I sent her a selfie, after I got my hair done. She called right after seeing it. Then she starts out by saying, “Damn Mom, you look hot. I think someone is in love.” She's a pretty smart girl actually. I was supposed to face time with her earlier, but someone had me a tad busy. She wants to see you and talk with you.”“Oh great. She's the one person that scares me the most, and I want on my side. More so, than even your parents. Go ahead and call her now. It's only 10pm.”She giggled again. “Uh No. We better wait until tomorrow. This is the first time her and her boyfriend Alan have been alone for a long time. He was with his family last weekend. They have dated for a year now, so I am pretty sure, they are in the same place you and I are right now, naked and in bed.”“You  okay with that? I asked. “Oh yes. I like him a lot. He treats her with so much respect and I know they love one another. He's a good kid and dotes after Jenny. His world revolves around her. He is studying to become a food scientist. If they can last the ups and downs of college and still remain in love, I could easily see them married one day. Only time will tell. And don't worry about her liking you, she will. She knows I do, and so far have made me extremely happy.”She got up then and walked to the bathroom. Then came back with our robes. “Let's go cuddle on the couch, enjoy some wine and TV, before we call it a night.” And so we did.Chapter 15.It was morning now, almost 8:30. I never sleep this late. The only reason I was up was because I had to pee so bad. Carrie was still sound asleep. She was curled up and looked so peaceful. My thought was, “What in God's name does she see in me. I'm nobody special. Yes, I am in good shape and I do treat her with respect, but she is absolutely beautiful and had I known of her, somewhere else, I would have never even attempted to approach her. I wasn't in her league, or so I thought”But here I am, one week after meeting her, and totally in love. I could not even fathom life without her in it. But reality would soon be creeping up on us. I knew she would be leaving mid-week. Would this all end after she left, and had time to really think this through? Only time will tell.I padded to the kitchen and made coffee. As it brewed I stood looking out the back door window. The skies were an ugly gray. Rain was falling. We knew this was coming, after viewing the weather report last night. Today and tomorrow, rain.I then toasted a few bagels, and got out the cream cheese. Made us both coffee, and took it to the bedroom. As I walked in, Carrie was yawning and stretching. Her tit were in plain view, and look so delicious to me. She sat up, not bothering to cover up. “Good sign” I thought.“Good Morning Sweetheart. I thought you may enjoy some breakfast in bed” I said to her.“Oh Wow. I could definitely get used to this. Especially if you lose that robe.”We sat and enjoyed our breakfast. We also started talking about this coming week. Since it was raining today, we decided to go into town and take in a movie and then dinner at some restaurant. On Monday, we were to hike Algonquin Peak, but if it is raining, we'll need to find something else to do.She then said, “You know I leave Wednesday. I have a doctor's appointment on Thursday that I made months ago, and I can't reschedule. It just takes so long to get in to see her.”“I know you were leaving then. But, I also am going to leave that day, with you. No sense hanging around here. Be bored to death, and I know me, all I'll think of is you the whole time.”“Awe. You are so sweet to me. But this is your vacation and you had it all planned out. Stay and at least hike some more of these mountains. I'll feel bad if you miss out on that.” she said with a pouty face.I just smiled at her and told her no, it was best I do head home. I had some major cleaning to do at my place. The house I have is actually an older farm house that was my grandparents. My grandmother outlived my mom and when she died, it was left to me and Ann. Ann didn't want it, so to be fair, I paid her the half she would have received, if we had sold it.The house was nice, but very outdated. Even the furniture was from the 60's. To me, it was cool, but my needs are simple. Ann has been bugging me for almost a year now to at least get some new furniture, if not update the whole place. My office is actually the dining room.I tell you this because I have never brought anyone there, especially a date. So bringing Carrie there, as it looks right now, is totally out of the question. As I told her this, she just laughed. She asked if I keep it clean, or was I a typical guy, and let things go until I can't stand it anymore. I told her I always keep it clean, it's just very outdated.“You big lug, I don't care about stuff like that. I will care if it smells like the gym on board a ship smells like. That is so gross.” and we both laughed.We finished our coffee and bagels, and set our cups and napkins on the nightstand. She pulled the cover down and asked me to slide in. We started kissing and making out some, when her phone rang. “Perfect timing” I thought. She looked at the phone and said, “It's Jenny. Hope all is alright. She is never up this early.”“She hit some button and I saw Jenny's face appear on the screen. Luckily, Carrie had the sheet up above her tit, and I was safely off to the side.“Hi Sweetheart”“Hi Mom. Hope I am not disturbing you.”“No Sweetie. You're good. We were just having breakfast.”“Oh. In bed too. I take it Marine guy is nearby.”Carrie laughed, “If you must know young Jen, he is right here, and his name is Mark, not Marine guy. But you knew that” “Hey just giving you a hard time. Hi Mark.” Carrie moved the phone over to where I could see her and she see me. I had just put the robe back on, so I was decent.“Hi Jenny. Very nice to meet you. I must say, you are as pretty as your mother.”Jen smiled; “Thank you. I hope to get to meet you when you two get back from your little vacation.”“I would say that is a very good possibility, unless your Mom gets rid of me by then. Lots of mountain tops she could push me off of, up here.” I said with a laugh.Carrie turned the phone back to her and said, “What did you two do this weekend? Is Alan still there?”Jen smiled this sly smile “Yeah. He is still asleep. We went to dinner and a late movie, then came back here. The main reason I am calling is that Papa called a bit ago, or I'd be sleeping too. He and grandma are coming up next weekend”My eyes got real big, but Carrie just chuckled, “That's great. When are they coming in?”“Friday evening, and staying here for a few days, then going to aunty Bev's for a few days. And Mark. Papa had a message for you. “Don't crap where you eat son.” He said you'd understand completely.”I just shook my head. Great. He's gonna shit when he hears his daughter and I are now dating.Carrie was laughing now. Jen wanted to know what that was about. Carrie said she'd tell her when she sees her this week. They carried on for a few more minutes as Jen filled her in on stuff. Now Jen did look somewhat similar to her mom, from what I could see on the phone. That same light caramel color, with long flowing brown hair, and a gorgeous smile. Alan should consider himself a very lucky man. They signed off then after saying goodbye's and Jen saying bye to me too, telling me to take very good care of her mother, or else.I asked, “Are you sure she isn't your blood daughter? You two look so much alike.”“I wish she was. But No. Her parents were Puerto Rican, so the skin color is close. She shorted too, only 5 foot 3. She is an angel. You think Dad dotes over me? Wait till you see him around Jenny. I feel bad for Alan. He's met Dad twice now and is scared shitless of him. But Daddy wants only the best for his girls.”“Yeah, well, I am wondering now what is he going to say about us being together. He still scares the shit out of me.”She laughed, “Oh I don't know. I'll let you know after I tell him how you been having your way with me this whole week.” then laughed some more. She then opened his robe, grabbed his semi stiff member and stroke it.She giggled, the looked at him and stated, “Umm, I wonder what he'd say if he knew I was doing this.”, as she lowered her head to my manhood and sucked the head in.“Oh God Carrie.”The PromiseCarrie and Mark settle in to everyday life, once they return from their week and a half camping and hiking trip, after finding love in those mountains.I asked, “Are you sure she isn't your blood daughter? You two look so much alike.”“I wish she was. But No. Her parents were Puerto Rican, so the skin color is close. She shorter too, only 5 foot 3.. She is an angel. You think Dad dotes over me? Wait till you see him around Jenny. I feel bad for Alan. He's met Dad twice now and is scared shitless of him. But Daddy wants only the best for his girls.”“Yeah, well, I am wondering now what is he going to say about us being together. He still scares the shit out of me.”She laughed, “Oh I don't know. I'll let you know after I tell him how you been having your way with me this whole week.” then laughed some more. She then opened my robe, grabbed my semi stiff member and stroke it.She giggled, the looked at him and stated, “Umm, I wonder what he'd say if he knew I was doing this.”, as she lowered her head to my manhood and sucked the head in.“Oh God Carrie.”Chapter 16.The rest of that day, and into Monday, it did nothing but rain. So exploring any of the mountain tops was curtailed. We pretty much hung around the cabin in just our robes that day. The only time we dressed was to go to dinner, down into town. Neither of us felt like cooking. It was very hard for me to resist getting Carrie naked and just making love all day, but she needed to know that our relationship, that we both professed our love for each other, was more than just a physical thing, but also emotional.You see Carrie is a very beautiful woman. She is 5 foot 7, 130 pounds, with caramel colored skin, almost like Halle Berry skin tone. Her hair is short now too, with blonde highlights mixed in with her brown hair. Totally sexy in my eyes. She has amazing legs that are long and toned and a great ass. What turns me on the most is her tits. They are a large A, or small B cup. I love a woman with small tits.I am 5 foot 10, 175 pounds, and been told by many, a handsome man. I keep in shape, and that is because after spending 20 years in the Marines, you get used to working out. It's just ingrained into your fabric. I was single too, for all of those years. Never had a serious relationship, except for a semi one, back in my 20's, when I lived with a girl for a few months. But she didn't enjoy my deployments too much and wanted more. It was mostly a sex thing for us, and a place for us both to crash, when we were screwing.But now, a week and a half later, I am totally in love with this goddess, and she with me as well. What is funny too, I know her parents, or to be more specific, her father. He was a Master Chief in the Navy, and was on the aircraft Carrier Lincoln at the same time I was, years ago, when I was a Staff Sergeant in the Marines. Great guy too, but could scare the hell out of you. Carrie too, was in the Navy back then, but I do not think we ever crossed paths, since she worked on base, and, was also married back then to a Seal, which she now divorced from.Like I said earlier, we only got dressed that Sunday for dinner, then that Monday, a day we were supposed to visit another Adirondacks peak, it rained as well. We did go driving around and admired the countryside and had a fine dinner at the Italian restaurant we found the previous week.Then on Tuesday, we decided to go horseback riding. We found a place about 20 minutes from the cabin, near Lake Clear. We had a great time exploring the area by horseback. I have to admit, my ass was quite sore by the time we got through, as was Carrie's. There was a few times I would hang back, behind her and admire her ass as it bounced up and down in the saddle.She looked back one time and caught me. “God, don't you ever tire of looking at my big ass?”I just chuckled and told her, “Hell No. I love your ass, and it is hardly big. Remind me later to massage it for you, because if mine is sore, I know yours has to be.”“Maybe I will let you. Not sure if I want you touching it later. Now get up her next to me.” then whispered to me, after I got close, “You be a good boy, and I'll let you see it naked later.”, then laughed and rode away from me.After our ride, we stopped in this tavern that also featured home cooked meals. We both decided on burgers and fries. Normally, we both try to stay away from fried foods, but, as we both found out from talking, we like to cheat on occasion.By the time we got back to the cabin, nighttime was upon us and this was our last night together. I know we both pledged our love to one another, but after tonight, she may get a dose of reality when she got back home, and say, “No way” to being in a relationship. For me, I was all in. I never wanted anything more in my life, than to be with this beautiful, smart, witty and energetic woman.After getting into the cabin, I started a fire in the fireplace and Carrie went off to the bedroom, to get ready to shower. After I had a nice fire going, she came out in her robe and asked me to join her. As we washed each other down, removing the horse smell from our bodies, we kissed and held each other. We both took turns drying each other, then donned our robes and made our way to the couch. Before I sat down, I went and got us each a glass of wine.“Mark?” she said, and I looked at her. She had a tear on her cheek, for which I lightly brushed away. “What's wrong Honey?” I asked.“This is our last night here. This has been the best vacation I have ever experienced. Had you told me two weeks ago that I would meet the man of my dreams, I would have said you are so full of shit. But here I am, sitting next to you. I am so in love with you and I am also scared silly about tomorrow.” she explainedI knew what she meant, when she said she is scared. I am too. We get back to our real lives and the fantasy just fades away. She was deeply hurt all those years ago and opening up and allowing someone in, has to be tough for her to do. For me, it is a new experience. One I have never had before. If it does end, it will hurt, but I know I can move on from it, I think.“Carrie. I'm scared too. Once we are home and reality sets in for you, you may say, screw this. I have never opened up to anyone in my life, except for you. I just hope that you will grow with me. I'm going to make mistakes. You may want something, but I'm too stupid to know and understand, but like anything in life, you learn. One thing I will promise you and this is I will always be true to only you. I love you and will never do anything to hurt you.”“Oh Mark. No man has ever made me feel this way. We'll take each day as it comes and just know I will never hurt you as well. But be forewarned now, I can get bitchy. I don't mean to be, but it happens and when it does, just leave me be, and I will be fine. I think the hardest part of tomorrow is going to be not being with you, especially at night. After a week of sharing a bed together, and feeling so close to you, it is going to suck not having your arms around me tomorrow night, or this weekend. If I didn't have that appointment Thursday, I'd let you stay with me tomorrow, but I know us, we make love, and since this is a gynecologist I am seeing, sex wouldn't be the most prudent thing for me to do. And then this weekend, with my parents in town, I'm not sure what they'd say about us sleeping together.”I laughed, “Yeah, I could just see the look on your dad's face when we told them goodnight and padded off to bed. As for sex. We don't always have to have it you know. I mean I'll never turn it down, but I also know there is more to us than just sex. But tomorrow after we get home, and then at night, we'll probably both be too tired to do anything. Plus, like I said, I need to straighten up the place. One thing though. On Thursday, I would like to take you and Jenny to dinner, Alan too. That way, she has someone there who she is comfortable with, just in case she can't stand me.”“Oh Stop. She is going to love you. I'll call her tomorrow and set it up. Now! Take me to bed for the last time here and hold me Baby. I want to fall asleep in your arms.”Chapter 17.We got up early for some reason, and took a shower together. I still marvel at this exceptionally beautiful woman. She makes my heart race anytime I am near here. And when we are naked, it quadruples in magnitude. We did not have sex, but we did hold and caress each other until the water started turning cold.We were then packed and on our way home. She drove in front of me for the next 4 hours. We did talk on the phone a couple of times. The last time was just before my exit, which is a couple before hers. I called her and told her I would call her later and that I loved her. I could hear in her voice, a hitch, just like I had in mine. I missed her already and I had just exited from the roadway.Once I was home, I did a load of laundry, then went and started dusting and vacuuming the place. Not a thing I do a lot of. Of course my sister always comes over and does it at times, and bitches me out when she does. I then cut the grass, which was needed after two weeks of not touching it. It takes two hours to cut this lawn, and that's with a tractor. While I was cutting, I did miss a call from Carrie. She also texted me, just saying she was thinking of me and loved me. I texted back apologizing that I didn't answer her and explained why, and that I would call her later.We did talk around 6 that evening. She too was busy with housework and laundry. She strip the beds, not knowing which bed Jenny and Alan slept in. I had to laugh at that. She chuckled too but said, “It's one thing to sleep in our wet spot, but I'm surely not sleeping in theirs.” Which made me laugh hard.About 10 that night, I called her. She was lying in bed, reading a book. She conveyed to me that Jenny was ecstatic over meeting us for dinner and really happy I had included Alan. They were going to meet us at Carrie's at 6pm tomorrow. I told Carrie we would try Delmonico's Steakhouse, which was kind of close to her.She chuckled and said, “Oh fancy place. You know, you don't have to take us there. There's a nice restaurant right down the street from us.”“That's cool. But I want too. How many college kids can go to a place like this. Plus I have always wanted to try it, but, I'm not going alone. Ann said the food is excellent there.”“Speaking of Ann, did you call her and inform her that you are bringing someone Sunday?” she asked.“Oh yeah. She is so excited now. She can't wait to meet you. I told her that your parents were going to be in from Florida and I didn't know what plans they had that day. She said to bring them along too. The more the merrier.”Carried giggled, then said, “I don't know if your sister has a clue what Dad can be like. Just don't bring up politics. He thinks they are all thieves and liars.” which made me laugh.Then she got quiet. “Anything wrong? You are quiet now “ She sighed, “No, just missing lying next to you, with your arms around me. I feel so safe then. I love you Mark”“I love you too, Carolyn, and I do miss being with you. It was a very long day without you near me.” I told her.“It was a long day for me as well. I don't know how or why this happened between us, but I am so happy that you are in my life now. Maybe tomorrow night, you can spend it here with me, if you want too.” she said.“I think that can be arranged. You know what I do miss? You calling me Jarhead. When you say it, it means something to me.”“I told you, after last weekend, I was done calling you that, but if you insist, I'll just call you JH.”“I insist Squid. Now get some sleep. Just know, I love you Carrie and I am holding you in my dreams tonight.”Chapter 18.I knew Carrie had an appointment at 11am, so I didn't want to bother her, but did send her a text, after I got up and said good morning and I love you. She replied instantly to it, saying she was about to shower and get ready and she loved me too.I was pretty proud of myself. I dusted and swept the whole house. Not that I am a slob, but those are two jobs I really don't enjoy doing. Hell, living alone and never having people over, except for my sister, afforded me the luxury of not caring too much to do that. But with Carrie in my life, I guess I need to change my way of thinking.I then immersed myself in a project that I had been working on for this one company. I needed to do something to keep my mind occupied, since I would not be seeing her until later in the afternoon. I was surprised though, that by 3pm, I hadn't heard anything from her. I hope all went well with her doc appointment.I had told her that I would be over by 5:30, so we could spend some time alone, before Jenny and Alan showed up. By 4:30, I was shaved, and showered, then dressed for the evening. Since it was cool out, I wore dark blue pants, and lighter blue shirt, with a dark blue sport coat. I wanted to look good for when I met Jenny, and convey, I'm not some unkempt slob, who was dating her mother. I'm generally a jeans and t-shirt, or sweatshirt, kind of guy.I couldn't stand the wait any longer and decided to arrive a bit sooner. I got to her house at 5:15, so just a little bit early. After ringing the doorbell a few times, Carrie finally opened the door. Although she smiled when she let me in, I could tell something was amiss with her. After a brief hug and quick kiss on the lips, we stood back from one another.Carrie was wearing a burgundy pleated dress. It came to just above the knees. The neckline plunged just a bit, with white lace around the edges, with short sleeves as well. She looked radiant.“Wow. You look absolutely beautiful Sweetie.” I told her. She just said thanks, but that was it. Then said she had to finish getting ready. My antennae was now up. I could sense something was wrong. This girl was always so bubbly, and that definitely was not the case now. So I just walked around her living room, looking at pictures on the wall of Jenny, and her parents, and some people I had no clue of who they were. Then just took a seat and waited for her.For me, this was something new. I did not know what to say or do. Did I do something wrong, that may have upset her? Who knew, but this was not the Carrie I just spent almost two weeks with, had fun with, and made love too on many occasions. So I'm basically a fish out of water now. I made up my mind to just go with the flow, and when she is ready to talk, I'll be there, and hopefully, understand what is going on.Of course, my fear was she was going to end this between us. She had time to reflect and said that this wasn't worth it. If that is how she felt, then who was I to pursue it any further. I don't want to be with someone who did not want the same as me. Sitting there waiting, makes your mind think weird ass things, like I just did. Then again, maybe it wasn't anything and she is just having a bad day, or is nervous about me meeting Jenny.She finally emerged from wherever she was in her condo. When I saw her, she looked the same, so I have no idea what else she could have been doing. She walked into her kitchen and got a bottle of water, then asked if I wanted one too, which I kindly said no too.I finally got the courage to ask, “Is there something wrong?”She looked at me and had a sullen look on her face, then finally said “No. Guess I am just tired from all the prodding and poking today. I'm sorry I am not more upbeat.”I got up and went to her and wrapped my arms around her, “If you want to cancel tonight, that would be okay with me. We keep go out with them some other time, when you are feeling more up to it.”“No. No. I am fine. It will be fine. We'll go have a fun night with them. Jenny is so looking forward to meeting you.” she said, as she pulled away from me and went into the living room. “We'll talk later tonight, when we get back.”I knew from how she stated it, something was wrong. But, being a dumb man, I have no clue as to what. I didn't want to piss her off by asking questions. Maybe something at the doc's. I guess when she is ready, she will let me know. I walked up next to her and grabbed her hand, just to let her know I was there for her. At that point, her front door opened and in walked Jenny and Alan.Jenny was definitely a looker. I would say 5 foot 3, maybe 110 pounds, brown hair and eyes, and the cutest dimples. She did have bigger boobs than her mom, but since she was adopted, that made sense. But the irony of how much the two looked alike was uncanny. Alan was a good looking guy too. He had that German look to him. Blond hair, blue eyes, chiseled face and stood about 6 foot, but maybe weighed 170 pounds, if that.After making the introductions and some small talk, we left her condo and headed to dinner in my truck.At dinner, Carrie seemed to be her normal self. Well, at least the normal I had seen for the last two weeks. Jenny was regaling us with stories from her college life and some of things her and Alan had been doing of late, except for the sex part. I don't think Carrie, or myself, needed or wanted to know those details.As dinner was finally coming to an end, I had to admit, I was kind of quiet. I just let the three of them guide the evening and the conversation. Jenny did inquire what I actually did for a living, so I explained it to her. She was impressed, as was Alan. I tried not to let my concerns for Carrie, or our budding relationship ruin the evening. In my heart though, I had a bad feeling, this would be the last time I would see these three people.Near the end of dinner, Carrie announced that she needed to use the ladies room. Alan also said he need to use the facility, which then left just me and Jenny. I wasn't sure what to say to her, so I let her make the first move on talking.  “okay Mark. What's up with mom? Did you two have an argument or something?” Jenny asked.I shook my head, “Jenny. I have no idea what is wrong tonight. When I arrived this evening, she was down for some reason and won't tell me why. Yesterday we were fine, but ever since her doctor visit, she has changed. Maybe she has done some thinking and decided a relationship is not what she wants. Until she tells me, I am in the dark.”Jenny reached over and touched my arm. “I don't know either, but I do know that she and I talked last night for an hour and she is head over heels in love with you, and says you are with her as well. Are you Mark? Are you in love with my Mom?”“Nothing has changed for how I feel for your mother Jenny. I am in love with her. But, if she has had a change of heart, then I will abide by her wishes. Maybe we moved too fast. I don't know. To be honest Jenny. I have never been in love before, so this is a new territory for me. But if she had time to reflect now, and feels this isn't what she wants, well, I don't want to force anything like that on her. I just want her happy.”Jenny just shook her head, “I can't believe her mind could change like that. Something must be wrong and she just needs time to process it. Maybe you two can talk later. When we get back to my mom's, Alan and I are going to leave, and give you two some space to talk. Oh, and by the way, Papa really does like you. He thinks you are a good man.”Just as she said that, Carrie was walking back. Alan came a minute later. The waitress came around and asked if any of us wanted dessert, but we all begged off, since our meals were so filling.On the way home, Carrie was pretty quiet. In fact, you could probably cut the tension with a knife, that was between us. Jenny and Alan were pretty quiet too. I'd have done anything to hear some funny story either of them may have had right then.After arriving back at Carrie's condo, we all got out and Jenny said that they needed to get going. Carrie said she wished they could stay longer, but the kids said they had some homework they needed to finish up, but would see us this weekend. Of course my mind didn't think I would be involved with this family get together.As they left, Carrie turned and headed to her door, and I followed. Once inside, she asked if I wanted anything to drink, which I kindly declined. She went to the kitchen and got a bottle of water then rejoined me in the living room. I wanted to get this over with, so I started it off.  “okay Carolyn, please tell me what is wrong. I need to know.” I said in a somber voice.“Let's sit” she said, and we both did. She faced me and I could see a tear starting to form in her eye. My stomach became a knot now. My fears were now becoming reality, at least in my mind.“I wish I knew where to start, but I have to say, that no man has ever made me feel the way you make me feel. But I really think we need to step back and take a break for now.”, then she started crying. I reach for her, but she backed away. That made it feel like a knife was just plunged into my heart.“Carrie. How can you go from being so in love, to wanting to take a break, just like that. There is more than what you are telling me. So please tell me what has caused this sudden change in feelings.”She was still sobbing, trying to get her emotions under control, then finally looked at me and said, “Mark. They found a growth on one of my ovaries today. After the Pelvic exam, she did and ultrasound and found it. They want me to see a specialist next Tuesday then do some testing.” then started crying again. This time she let me pull her towards me. I knew this isn't good, but this is also something that can be taken care of. I had a cousin once have something similar to this and they removed a cyst the size of an egg from her, and she was fine then.“It's  okay Carrie. I'm sure it's nothing that medicine or an operation can't take care of.” I told her.“And what if it isn't Mark? What if it is cancer. Why should you be saddled with that in your life. We've known each other not even two fucking weeks. Although the best two weeks of my life. But this is not something you need to be part of. Your best bet is to turn around, walk away and get on with your life, like I never existed.” and started crying again.I pulled her into me again and held her tight. Her head was buried in my shoulder, and I caressed her hair and let her cry. I mean, if I was in her position, I'd probably tell her the same things. But I may not know her completely, but what I know of her already, she has a fierce loyalty to people she cares for and loves, and I know she wouldn't walk away either.After letting her sob some more, I gently moved her back, and away from me, so I could speak to her. “Sweetheart. There is no way I am letting you do this alone. Granted, we have only known each other for two weeks, but in these two weeks, you have captured my heart with every fiber of your being. I am in love with you Missy. People who love one another don't turn tail and run because of something traumatic happens to the other person. You stand with them, be their support and showed them love, for that is the only thing that can help get you through this. I have been a Marine for all of my adult life and one thing that is ingrained in us, from the time of our first day in boot camp, is that you never let the man next to you, or when you are a sergeant, your platoon, you never abandon them. No man is ever left behind. You're wounded Honey, so I will not leave you behind, so get used to that. When this is all over and you still feel this way, then you can tell me to hit the bricks.”She just stared at me, and while trying to compose herself, she gripped my hand in hers. “It's not fair to you Mark. What if it is cancer and it can't be fixed, then what? You going to just wait around and watch me die? You could be out finding that right person, instead of babysitting me.”“Stop it Carrie. You have no idea what it is. It could be a simple cyst, that meds could take care of. But one thing I do know, I will be with you this Tuesday, and any other day you need to have something done. I will be the first person you see when you wake up. But I will be there and I will always be there for you. I love you.”“Mark. It's not fair.” she shouted, then started crying again. “You're right. It's not fair. But who said life is. But I am not walking away. In fact I am more in love with you now, than I was 20 minutes ago. I don't know about you, but I have every intention of growing old with you. We have too much to do with our lives. So baby doll, I am not leaving you, Not ever.”“Carrie. Do you love me?” I asked. “Damn you Jarhead. You know I do.” she said. “Good. Don't you ever hold back something like this again from me. I won't either from you. But Babe, we can only help one another if we are open and honest with each other. Why don't you go get ready for bed. I'm not going home tonight, but I will sleep on the couch.”She shook her head and got up. As she did, she reached for my hand, “You are not, nor will you ever sleep on the couch. Your place is beside me in bed. I'm so sorry for ever thinking you would want out of this. I do love you Mark. More than you will ever know”She led me up the stairs to her bedroom. We both stripped off of our clothes. I had on the white silk boxers she got me. She put on this long t-shirt with a Minion on the front. She looked cute. We both used her bathroom then climbed into bed, where she snuggled up to me and let me hold her close. Her head rested on my chest.“Mark?” she said softly. “Carrie?” I answered back. “I am sorry. I promise never to do that to you again. I'm also sorry I was a Debbie Downer tonight at dinner, and even before. I'm sure Jenny could tell something was wrong.”“Oh yeah she could. She thought that you and I had an argument. Your daughter is quite perceptive. After meeting her now, I have to say, you two do favor one another. Alan is one lucky man and judging how he dotes on her, he knows it too. They do make a nice couple. I just hope I made a good impression with her. I wasn't to talkative tonight.”“Well, I think you'll get a few more chances this weekend to really win her over. But I can tell she likes you already. If she talks a lot, she likes you. Had she just sat there and not talked much, then that means she doesn't want anything to do with you.”“You know, last night, I was so lonely without you next to me. I hugged my pillow thinking it was you. Except your body is a bit more muscular. I had so many plans for tonight, with us ending the night in bed making love. I want too, but I don't want to do that until we know what is going on down there.”My hand was stroking her back, when I said, “I don't know about you, but this is making love Baby. I'm not in this for the sex. I'm in this because of love. Holding you close, telling our feelings to each other, that is true love making in my book. I'm not too good with stuff like this, but I have never felt this way for another human being. We'll have plenty of time for lovemaking, and dare I say, some naughty sex.”She snuggled even closer and let her hand rub on my chest and belly. “Thank You. You make me feel so loved. I love you Mark. Oh and I like what you wore under your pants. You do look sexy in these boxers.”“I love you too Carolyn. Now get some sleep. We have a long weekend ahead of us. That is if you want me around all the time.”“Of course I want you around the whole time. Not sure about sleeping together. Daddy may have a hard time with that one.” then giggled.Chapter 19.In the morning we agreed to take separate showers instead of together. We both agreed it would be too tempting, had we gone in together. She did tease me though by removing her shirt and slowly saunter into the bathroom, giggling the whole way. I would say My Carrie was back.Her parents flight was due in at 4pm. I told Carrie I needed to catch up on a few things at the house, but would be back in time to go with her to pick them up. She must have texted me twenty times, just saying I love you. That made me feel good.I picked Carrie up at 3pm and went to the airport to meet her parents. She was very happy today. A far cry from yesterday's somber mood she was in. She was wearing a maroon cashmere sweater and black slacks. I too had black slacks on and a blue crew neck sweater. The whole trip there she held my hand, as she did once we were there and waited.Like all airports now, you had to wait down in the baggage area. It took about 10 minutes after their plane arrived, before we saw them coming down the escalator. Once Carrie spotted them, she pulled me along until they were on top of us, and went and hugged her mom, then her dad.Then Mrs. Reynolds gave me a hug and a kiss, and said I still looked like I did when we met in Norfolk all those years ago. Chief shook my hand then said, “You ain't giving me no damn hug son.” I just laughed and told him, “Not in your life you crotchety old bastard.” which made us all laugh.After arriving back at Carrie's, we saw that Jenny was there waiting for us. Alan was with her, but I could see the tension in his face. The old man did scare the shit out of him. I took him aside and told him, just to relax, but show no sign of fear to the chief. He eats that shit up. He sort of laughed and said, oh sure, easier said than done Mr. Roberts. I told him for now on, call me Mark. Save the mister for the other guy.We all then went to dinner, after the couple relaxed a bit after their flight. It was one of those chain restaurants. We all had a good time and of course, Chief had to regale us with stories when I was aboard the Lincoln. That's when Jenny asked about the “don't shit where you eat comment”, but cleaned it up some because of her mom and grandma there. Chief went on to explain about this one newly appointed petty officer I had an eye on. After he finished, everyone laughed, only because he made sound more colorful than it actually was.After we got back to Carrie's, the girls busied themselves in the kitchen, leaving myself, Alan, and the Chief alone in the living room. I could see Alan was a bit apprehensive about being in there. I'm sure he was never prepared for anything like this in college.  “okay you two Shitbirds.” chief started out. “Those three fine ladies in there mean the world to me. And two of them, for some ungodly reason happen to like you two. All I ever wanted for those two is complete happiness. If you can't give them that, leave now, otherwise, I need a promise to never ever hurt them, no matter what.”“You have my word on that Chief. Never doubt that.” I said, as the chief then nodded once to me. Alan then looked at him and said, “Sir, my only intention is to make Jenny happy, so I promise.” Chief just glared at him. Alan was unsure of what he said, but knew he didn't like something. I looked at Alan and said, “Alan. Relax. Just don't call Mr. Reynolds sir. Non Com's, noncommissioned officers, like we both were, do not like getting called sir, by anyone. And Chief, chill out, he isn't military.”Chief just chuckled. “Yeah, and don't call me Mr. Reynolds. Makes me feel old. Call me John for now on, or at least until you guys make it legal between those gals in there, then we'll figure out what you call me then. And Alan, you did good kid. You didn't break, like so many Seaman have, right out of boot camp.” then just smiled.Just then the girls came back from the kitchen with drinks. From that point on, the mood was light and cheerful. I just sat back and watched how this family interacted. They are like most families, I guess. Since it is just my sister and myself, except for an uncle and aunt and three cousin's, I really couldn't tell you what a big family is like. Mine though, is quite boisterous and not afraid of speaking their minds on any subject.About an hour went by when Jenny and Alan said their goodbye's. They were going to the football game the next afternoon and wanted to get some sleep. We sat up a bit more with John and Connie, telling a lot of what we did up in the mountains. Well, not everything, or I am sure, he'd have killed me by now.I was getting up, so I could make my leave too, when Carrie asked me to join her in the kitchen. I had no idea what she wanted, but went with the flow and followed her in.“I don't want you going back to your place tonight. You are sleeping with me, unless you don't want too.” she said, giving me her little pouty face she likes to do now and then.“I'm not sure how your parents will feel about that. I don't want to cause any trouble for you, or me either.”Carried just chuckled, “Don't worry about them. I am 41 you know. Plus, me and mom talked out here. She knows you and I have slept together from almost the beginning of us meeting. She is fine with it, and she'll take care of dad. As she put it, “That boy is over the moon for you Honey. Treat him good and he'll treat you like a queen.” So don't worry. But, we can't play around. That would be too weird.” and we both laughed softly at that.Carrie then grabbed my hand and walked towards the stairs, to go upstairs. “Night you two” she said as she passed by them. Her mom said night, but Chief just grunted something. I am pretty sure I will get an earful, next time we are alone.Once in the bedroom, Carrie went to her dresser and opened a drawer, pulled out pajamas. They were blue, red, and white checkerboard style print. She said she went shopping today and got these. She is wearing the top and the bottoms were for me. She stripped down to just her panties, which for once, were not thong style. She still looked sexy as all get out. I stripped too to my boxers and t-shirt. She then went to the bathroom and came out a few minutes later. I followed suit and did my business. She let me know there was a toothbrush on the sink for me, that she just got too.When I came back out, she was already in bed and awaited me. I crawled in next to her. We kissed and held each other close. Like I said when the first time we slept in a bed together, I could definitely get used to this.“Mark Honey. I need to apologize for yesterday. I was so wrong to try and push you away from me. I would have been crushed had you just said  okay, and left. But you didn't. That told me right there how much you love me. So thank you for being here for me. I love you Mark. It grows stronger every minute of the day. I wish right now we could make love, but until I know what is really up with this, we're going to have to take a rest from that. I hope you understand.”I leaned in and kissed her forehead and pulled her tighter to me. God, I love the way she feels.“Sweetheart, you need not apologize for anything. It has to be a shock to you, that is for sure. But, I will always be there for you, no matter what. We'll see this through, together. As for making love right now. This is making love, I believe. The sex is just the icing on the cake, so to speak. Plus, if you think I would have sex with you, with your parents just down the hall, you are crazy.”Carrie was just about to say something, when we both heard a light thumping sound. I started to chuckle, but Carrie said shush. It was definitely a rhythm thump going on.I chuckled and said, “You're kidding right?” Carrie laughed quietly and said, “Oh yeah. I think dad and mom are doing the horizontal hula. Trust me Hun. As far back as I can remember, they are one horny couple. I hope when I am their age, I still want it that much.”Carrie's hand reached under the waistband of my bottoms and boxers and started playing with Mr. happy. “God, I wish this was inside me now. “ She stroked it a few times so it was now almost hard. Then she rolled over on her side, so we could spoon. I too lay on my side and pulled her into me, so our bodies melded together. My hardness nestled up against her beautiful ass, which she then wiggled a bit. My arm lay over her and rested on her tummy. She took that hand and brought up, and inside her top and placed it on her one tit. My hand instantly enveloped her tit and held it gently. “God. I love your hand there” she cooed. “Night Mark. I love you” “I love you too Carrie”To be continued, by T. Foxal.

Carrie and Mark settle in to everyday life.by T. Foxal. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected.“Oh Mark. I have never been made love to like that ever. It was perfect. Everything you have done so far has been perfect for me. I don't think you have one selfish bone in your body. I need to know though, are you scared of all of this?”“Carrie, I have never been more scared in my life. Not even over in the sandpit, with bullets flying all around. Had you not said I love you back to me, when I made my declaration, I would have been crushed. I've never, ever let anyone into my heart, like I have let you in. Am I scared now? A little. I know you said it the other night. Well, you told me to catch up with you because you were already there. But over time, I thought you may have some misgivings for saying, since we were in the heat of the moment then. But all the little things you have been doing, or saying, led me to believe you really were. And, I wanted to make it special for you. This whole day when you weren't around me, all I could think of was you. I wondered what you were thinking when you took your bath before, or what you were doing and thinking when you left this morning. Let's face it, we haven't been alone with our own thoughts for a week now.”She leaned in and kissed me lightly on the lips, then said, “Mark. I knew from that first kiss. Then when we made love the first time, I was in heaven. It wasn't sex between us. It was more. Since that time, we have done nothing but make love and my heart races every time I see you. I was so scared when I said that the other night. Did I push you away from me? Would you just say, screw this, I'm outta here. But the big thing for me was when we were at the winery, and you went up to the bar to get us those samples. Your eyes smiled at me the whole time. You didn't even look at that girl, who I thought was really hot, but just kept looking at me. You made love to me right then. Am I scared. Yes. I want this more than anything, but I don't want to be hurt again. I lived that. But, you are not him. You are so much more than he could ever be. I was eye candy for him, and a fuck, and nothing more. My heart is now yours, please don't hurt it.”I rolled to my side and looked deep into her hazel eyes, then kissed her. “You know what turned me on the most today?” “No, Baby, I don't” “When I saw you after you came back from your day in town. My God, you looked so sexy and stunning to me. You are such a beautiful woman, and not just physically, but all around. I wanted to take you then, but then that would have downplayed this evening. I never tried to be romantic with anyone before, and I so wanted to seduce you tonight.”She giggled. “Well Mr. Marine. You succeeded in every way tonight. I'll tell you. When I saw the robe, then the candles lit by the bathtub, I got super horny. I wanted you so bad then. Then when I shaved down there, I felt incredibly sexy. I even came after that. But when we took off our robes and I saw you in those boxers, I damn near raped you. But dancing really did me in. I almost told you then I loved you. But I am glad I waited now.”As she talked, her hand was now on my cock, stroking it back to life. When I was hard again, she leaned in and kissed me, then pushed me to my back. She kneeled and straddled me and slowly sat down on me, engulfing me with her velvet like inner walls of her sex.“Baby?” she whispered. “This has been an amazing night. But now I need to be a little naughty. A couple should be able to let loose some and enjoy sex too. I love lovemaking, but I also love to fuck Mark. But only with someone I want to give myself too, completely. I want to fuck your beautiful cock. I want to feel your cum spray deep inside me and, I want cum all over it. Fuck me Baby. Make me your Lover.”I arched my back up and drove in deep in her. “Oh Fuck. You are so deep.” She started moving up and down, faster and faster. “Oh god I love this. My favorite position too.”She leaned down and started smothering me with kisses. Moaning as we fucked. I did too. Her head slipped to the side of mine and whispered. “You like my tight little cunt, don't you Babe. Your cock is a perfect fit for it. My cunt loves your cock. Oh God Mark. ““Oh God Babe. Your cunt is so tight. I love it and always will. Fuck me Carrie.”She sat up and started grinding hard on me now. Neither of us was going to last long. I sat up and took her one tit in my mouth and sucked hard.“Oh Christ. Suck my tits Baby. I Love that so much”She started pounding me harder now, as I continued sucking it, then switched to the other. Her arm went behind my head and pulled me in tighter. My hands were holding her luscious ass as I did this. My one hand went exploring and touched her ass, which made her moan really loud. I slipped it down to her cunt and got it wet as the finger rubbed against her lips and my cock. Then I brought it up to her brown hole and slipped it in.“Oh Fuck Baby. Yes. God I love you”She started cumming a minute later. Her head and body shook as she came hard, but somehow, she maintain the rhythm we had going. I was now getting close myself and could feel my balls tighten up, signaling my impending orgasm. “Oh Shit Carrie, I'm going to cum” I yelled out.She slammed down one last time, and then jumped off. Her mouth was over my cock in no time and was starting to suck me, when I erupted in her mouth. I had to have shot 5 or 6 good ropes into her hungry mouth. She didn't spill a drop, except at the end, a little dribbled out the side.She was kneeling now, getting ready to wipe her mouth, when I grabbed her wrist and gently pulled her to me and I licked it off of her face and then kissed her. The kiss was so hot and passionate. We were lost in that kiss for minutes, until she broke away, panting hard.We both lay on our backs now, still in a euphoric bliss from our love making. Carrie was very quiet. At first I thought she fell asleep, until I felt her hand grasp mine and squeeze it.“Are you  okay Carrie?”, I asked. “Actually, I am on cloud nine, as they say. I've never been made love too, like this, then opening up and letting go like that. I just hope you don't think I am some sort of slut. I want to explore all there is with you sexually and lovingly too.”“Babe. You are hardly a slut. Sex to me, is supposed to be fun too. You were amazing. But our love making, well, it's beyond words. To me, you are an angel. Quite the lady too. In bed, we can do whatever we please, as long as we both agree on whatever we do. One thing though, I can never share you with anyone. I don't believe I get jealous, but I could never share you with anyone, man or woman. I knew a couple in the service that did that. Got into swinging. No way. Not with someone I love and respect, like I do you. But just so you know, I really enjoyed the naughty Carrie. She is fun.”“Umm.. I may have to let her out more often then. Cuz naughty Markie, was turning me on too. But, you will never have to fear me wanting another. I am quite happy with who I am with. I will never deny you in bed either. Except, when I am sick, or you are sick. Sex just doesn't seem like fun then. But that's about it.”“Yeah, being sick and wanting sex, just doesn't seem to go hand in hand. I will never deny you as well. But, I'm a guy, so the prospect of me saying no is quite low.”She giggled, then said, “Well. Mister. You better never hold out in the oral department anymore. Oh Christ. That was unbelievable. I could take that all day long. And, I love giving too. I love how you taste.”“You're turning me on again Honey. How do you feel right now?” I asked“Horny” she giggled then. “Honestly. And don't freak when I say this. But I feel as though I am on a Honeymoon and you took your virgin bride to sexual highs she never knew existed.”I did chuckle. “Nothing wrong with that. To me, you are a virgin, or at least were. I don't care about your past. You are my first, and dare I say, only love for me.”“I like that” she replied. Then said, “Where do you see us in a year?”“Honestly. I never look to the future too much. But, I have been lately. I hope that you will be with me in a year, and maybe, just maybe, if you haven't tired of my Jarhead ass, we are right back here, spending it as a true honeymoon”She folded into my arms and kissed my cheek. “I think that could be a real possibility. This Squid actually has thought about it, and she doesn't think she'll ever tire of you. Piss me off at times, Yes, but never tire.”I then laughed, and she asked what was funny. “God, if your Dad could see us right now. He'd hang me.”“Nah. He knows I like you a great deal. He doesn't know we professed love yet. But he does like you, Mom told me that. Jenny knows too. I talked with her this morning. I sent her a selfie, after I got my hair done. She called right after seeing it. Then she starts out by saying, “Damn Mom, you look hot. I think someone is in love.” She's a pretty smart girl actually. I was supposed to face time with her earlier, but someone had me a tad busy. She wants to see you and talk with you.”“Oh great. She's the one person that scares me the most, and I want on my side. More so, than even your parents. Go ahead and call her now. It's only 10pm.”She giggled again. “Uh No. We better wait until tomorrow. This is the first time her and her boyfriend Alan have been alone for a long time. He was with his family last weekend. They have dated for a year now, so I am pretty sure, they are in the same place you and I are right now, naked and in bed.”“You  okay with that? I asked. “Oh yes. I like him a lot. He treats her with so much respect and I know they love one another. He's a good kid and dotes after Jenny. His world revolves around her. He is studying to become a food scientist. If they can last the ups and downs of college and still remain in love, I could easily see them married one day. Only time will tell. And don't worry about her liking you, she will. She knows I do, and so far have made me extremely happy.”She got up then and walked to the bathroom. Then came back with our robes. “Let's go cuddle on the couch, enjoy some wine and TV, before we call it a night.” And so we did.Chapter 15.It was morning now, almost 8:30. I never sleep this late. The only reason I was up was because I had to pee so bad. Carrie was still sound asleep. She was curled up and looked so peaceful. My thought was, “What in God's name does she see in me. I'm nobody special. Yes, I am in good shape and I do treat her with respect, but she is absolutely beautiful and had I known of her, somewhere else, I would have never even attempted to approach her. I wasn't in her league, or so I thought”But here I am, one week after meeting her, and totally in love. I could not even fathom life without her in it. But reality would soon be creeping up on us. I knew she would be leaving mid-week. Would this all end after she left, and had time to really think this through? Only time will tell.I padded to the kitchen and made coffee. As it brewed I stood looking out the back door window. The skies were an ugly gray. Rain was falling. We knew this was coming, after viewing the weather report last night. Today and tomorrow, rain.I then toasted a few bagels, and got out the cream cheese. Made us both coffee, and took it to the bedroom. As I walked in, Carrie was yawning and stretching. Her tit were in plain view, and look so delicious to me. She sat up, not bothering to cover up. “Good sign” I thought.“Good Morning Sweetheart. I thought you may enjoy some breakfast in bed” I said to her.“Oh Wow. I could definitely get used to this. Especially if you lose that robe.”We sat and enjoyed our breakfast. We also started talking about this coming week. Since it was raining today, we decided to go into town and take in a movie and then dinner at some restaurant. On Monday, we were to hike Algonquin Peak, but if it is raining, we'll need to find something else to do.She then said, “You know I leave Wednesday. I have a doctor's appointment on Thursday that I made months ago, and I can't reschedule. It just takes so long to get in to see her.”“I know you were leaving then. But, I also am going to leave that day, with you. No sense hanging around here. Be bored to death, and I know me, all I'll think of is you the whole time.”“Awe. You are so sweet to me. But this is your vacation and you had it all planned out. Stay and at least hike some more of these mountains. I'll feel bad if you miss out on that.” she said with a pouty face.I just smiled at her and told her no, it was best I do head home. I had some major cleaning to do at my place. The house I have is actually an older farm house that was my grandparents. My grandmother outlived my mom and when she died, it was left to me and Ann. Ann didn't want it, so to be fair, I paid her the half she would have received, if we had sold it.The house was nice, but very outdated. Even the furniture was from the 60's. To me, it was cool, but my needs are simple. Ann has been bugging me for almost a year now to at least get some new furniture, if not update the whole place. My office is actually the dining room.I tell you this because I have never brought anyone there, especially a date. So bringing Carrie there, as it looks right now, is totally out of the question. As I told her this, she just laughed. She asked if I keep it clean, or was I a typical guy, and let things go until I can't stand it anymore. I told her I always keep it clean, it's just very outdated.“You big lug, I don't care about stuff like that. I will care if it smells like the gym on board a ship smells like. That is so gross.” and we both laughed.We finished our coffee and bagels, and set our cups and napkins on the nightstand. She pulled the cover down and asked me to slide in. We started kissing and making out some, when her phone rang. “Perfect timing” I thought. She looked at the phone and said, “It's Jenny. Hope all is alright. She is never up this early.”“She hit some button and I saw Jenny's face appear on the screen. Luckily, Carrie had the sheet up above her tit, and I was safely off to the side.“Hi Sweetheart”“Hi Mom. Hope I am not disturbing you.”“No Sweetie. You're good. We were just having breakfast.”“Oh. In bed too. I take it Marine guy is nearby.”Carrie laughed, “If you must know young Jen, he is right here, and his name is Mark, not Marine guy. But you knew that” “Hey just giving you a hard time. Hi Mark.” Carrie moved the phone over to where I could see her and she see me. I had just put the robe back on, so I was decent.“Hi Jenny. Very nice to meet you. I must say, you are as pretty as your mother.”Jen smiled; “Thank you. I hope to get to meet you when you two get back from your little vacation.”“I would say that is a very good possibility, unless your Mom gets rid of me by then. Lots of mountain tops she could push me off of, up here.” I said with a laugh.Carrie turned the phone back to her and said, “What did you two do this weekend? Is Alan still there?”Jen smiled this sly smile “Yeah. He is still asleep. We went to dinner and a late movie, then came back here. The main reason I am calling is that Papa called a bit ago, or I'd be sleeping too. He and grandma are coming up next weekend”My eyes got real big, but Carrie just chuckled, “That's great. When are they coming in?”“Friday evening, and staying here for a few days, then going to aunty Bev's for a few days. And Mark. Papa had a message for you. “Don't crap where you eat son.” He said you'd understand completely.”I just shook my head. Great. He's gonna shit when he hears his daughter and I are now dating.Carrie was laughing now. Jen wanted to know what that was about. Carrie said she'd tell her when she sees her this week. They carried on for a few more minutes as Jen filled her in on stuff. Now Jen did look somewhat similar to her mom, from what I could see on the phone. That same light caramel color, with long flowing brown hair, and a gorgeous smile. Alan should consider himself a very lucky man. They signed off then after saying goodbye's and Jen saying bye to me too, telling me to take very good care of her mother, or else.I asked, “Are you sure she isn't your blood daughter? You two look so much alike.”“I wish she was. But No. Her parents were Puerto Rican, so the skin color is close. She shorted too, only 5 foot 3. She is an angel. You think Dad dotes over me? Wait till you see him around Jenny. I feel bad for Alan. He's met Dad twice now and is scared shitless of him. But Daddy wants only the best for his girls.”“Yeah, well, I am wondering now what is he going to say about us being together. He still scares the shit out of me.”She laughed, “Oh I don't know. I'll let you know after I tell him how you been having your way with me this whole week.” then laughed some more. She then opened his robe, grabbed his semi stiff member and stroke it.She giggled, the looked at him and stated, “Umm, I wonder what he'd say if he knew I was doing this.”, as she lowered her head to my manhood and sucked the head in.“Oh God Carrie.”The PromiseCarrie and Mark settle in to everyday life, once they return from their week and a half camping and hiking trip, after finding love in those mountains.I asked, “Are you sure she isn't your blood daughter? You two look so much alike.”“I wish she was. But No. Her parents were Puerto Rican, so the skin color is close. She shorter too, only 5 foot 3.. She is an angel. You think Dad dotes over me? Wait till you see him around Jenny. I feel bad for Alan. He's met Dad twice now and is scared shitless of him. But Daddy wants only the best for his girls.”“Yeah, well, I am wondering now what is he going to say about us being together. He still scares the shit out of me.”She laughed, “Oh I don't know. I'll let you know after I tell him how you been having your way with me this whole week.” then laughed some more. She then opened my robe, grabbed my semi stiff member and stroke it.She giggled, the looked at him and stated, “Umm, I wonder what he'd say if he knew I was doing this.”, as she lowered her head to my manhood and sucked the head in.“Oh God Carrie.”Chapter 16.The rest of that day, and into Monday, it did nothing but rain. So exploring any of the mountain tops was curtailed. We pretty much hung around the cabin in just our robes that day. The only time we dressed was to go to dinner, down into town. Neither of us felt like cooking. It was very hard for me to resist getting Carrie naked and just making love all day, but she needed to know that our relationship, that we both professed our love for each other, was more than just a physical thing, but also emotional.You see Carrie is a very beautiful woman. She is 5 foot 7, 130 pounds, with caramel colored skin, almost like Halle Berry skin tone. Her hair is short now too, with blonde highlights mixed in with her brown hair. Totally sexy in my eyes. She has amazing legs that are long and toned and a great ass. What turns me on the most is her tits. They are a large A, or small B cup. I love a woman with small tits.I am 5 foot 10, 175 pounds, and been told by many, a handsome man. I keep in shape, and that is because after spending 20 years in the Marines, you get used to working out. It's just ingrained into your fabric. I was single too, for all of those years. Never had a serious relationship, except for a semi one, back in my 20's, when I lived with a girl for a few months. But she didn't enjoy my deployments too much and wanted more. It was mostly a sex thing for us, and a place for us both to crash, when we were screwing.But now, a week and a half later, I am totally in love with this goddess, and she with me as well. What is funny too, I know her parents, or to be more specific, her father. He was a Master Chief in the Navy, and was on the aircraft Carrier Lincoln at the same time I was, years ago, when I was a Staff Sergeant in the Marines. Great guy too, but could scare the hell out of you. Carrie too, was in the Navy back then, but I do not think we ever crossed paths, since she worked on base, and, was also married back then to a Seal, which she now divorced from.Like I said earlier, we only got dressed that Sunday for dinner, then that Monday, a day we were supposed to visit another Adirondacks peak, it rained as well. We did go driving around and admired the countryside and had a fine dinner at the Italian restaurant we found the previous week.Then on Tuesday, we decided to go horseback riding. We found a place about 20 minutes from the cabin, near Lake Clear. We had a great time exploring the area by horseback. I have to admit, my ass was quite sore by the time we got through, as was Carrie's. There was a few times I would hang back, behind her and admire her ass as it bounced up and down in the saddle.She looked back one time and caught me. “God, don't you ever tire of looking at my big ass?”I just chuckled and told her, “Hell No. I love your ass, and it is hardly big. Remind me later to massage it for you, because if mine is sore, I know yours has to be.”“Maybe I will let you. Not sure if I want you touching it later. Now get up her next to me.” then whispered to me, after I got close, “You be a good boy, and I'll let you see it naked later.”, then laughed and rode away from me.After our ride, we stopped in this tavern that also featured home cooked meals. We both decided on burgers and fries. Normally, we both try to stay away from fried foods, but, as we both found out from talking, we like to cheat on occasion.By the time we got back to the cabin, nighttime was upon us and this was our last night together. I know we both pledged our love to one another, but after tonight, she may get a dose of reality when she got back home, and say, “No way” to being in a relationship. For me, I was all in. I never wanted anything more in my life, than to be with this beautiful, smart, witty and energetic woman.After getting into the cabin, I started a fire in the fireplace and Carrie went off to the bedroom, to get ready to shower. After I had a nice fire going, she came out in her robe and asked me to join her. As we washed each other down, removing the horse smell from our bodies, we kissed and held each other. We both took turns drying each other, then donned our robes and made our way to the couch. Before I sat down, I went and got us each a glass of wine.“Mark?” she said, and I looked at her. She had a tear on her cheek, for which I lightly brushed away. “What's wrong Honey?” I asked.“This is our last night here. This has been the best vacation I have ever experienced. Had you told me two weeks ago that I would meet the man of my dreams, I would have said you are so full of shit. But here I am, sitting next to you. I am so in love with you and I am also scared silly about tomorrow.” she explainedI knew what she meant, when she said she is scared. I am too. We get back to our real lives and the fantasy just fades away. She was deeply hurt all those years ago and opening up and allowing someone in, has to be tough for her to do. For me, it is a new experience. One I have never had before. If it does end, it will hurt, but I know I can move on from it, I think.“Carrie. I'm scared too. Once we are home and reality sets in for you, you may say, screw this. I have never opened up to anyone in my life, except for you. I just hope that you will grow with me. I'm going to make mistakes. You may want something, but I'm too stupid to know and understand, but like anything in life, you learn. One thing I will promise you and this is I will always be true to only you. I love you and will never do anything to hurt you.”“Oh Mark. No man has ever made me feel this way. We'll take each day as it comes and just know I will never hurt you as well. But be forewarned now, I can get bitchy. I don't mean to be, but it happens and when it does, just leave me be, and I will be fine. I think the hardest part of tomorrow is going to be not being with you, especially at night. After a week of sharing a bed together, and feeling so close to you, it is going to suck not having your arms around me tomorrow night, or this weekend. If I didn't have that appointment Thursday, I'd let you stay with me tomorrow, but I know us, we make love, and since this is a gynecologist I am seeing, sex wouldn't be the most prudent thing for me to do. And then this weekend, with my parents in town, I'm not sure what they'd say about us sleeping together.”I laughed, “Yeah, I could just see the look on your dad's face when we told them goodnight and padded off to bed. As for sex. We don't always have to have it you know. I mean I'll never turn it down, but I also know there is more to us than just sex. But tomorrow after we get home, and then at night, we'll probably both be too tired to do anything. Plus, like I said, I need to straighten up the place. One thing though. On Thursday, I would like to take you and Jenny to dinner, Alan too. That way, she has someone there who she is comfortable with, just in case she can't stand me.”“Oh Stop. She is going to love you. I'll call her tomorrow and set it up. Now! Take me to bed for the last time here and hold me Baby. I want to fall asleep in your arms.”Chapter 17.We got up early for some reason, and took a shower together. I still marvel at this exceptionally beautiful woman. She makes my heart race anytime I am near here. And when we are naked, it quadruples in magnitude. We did not have sex, but we did hold and caress each other until the water started turning cold.We were then packed and on our way home. She drove in front of me for the next 4 hours. We did talk on the phone a couple of times. The last time was just before my exit, which is a couple before hers. I called her and told her I would call her later and that I loved her. I could hear in her voice, a hitch, just like I had in mine. I missed her already and I had just exited from the roadway.Once I was home, I did a load of laundry, then went and started dusting and vacuuming the place. Not a thing I do a lot of. Of course my sister always comes over and does it at times, and bitches me out when she does. I then cut the grass, which was needed after two weeks of not touching it. It takes two hours to cut this lawn, and that's with a tractor. While I was cutting, I did miss a call from Carrie. She also texted me, just saying she was thinking of me and loved me. I texted back apologizing that I didn't answer her and explained why, and that I would call her later.We did talk around 6 that evening. She too was busy with housework and laundry. She strip the beds, not knowing which bed Jenny and Alan slept in. I had to laugh at that. She chuckled too but said, “It's one thing to sleep in our wet spot, but I'm surely not sleeping in theirs.” Which made me laugh hard.About 10 that night, I called her. She was lying in bed, reading a book. She conveyed to me that Jenny was ecstatic over meeting us for dinner and really happy I had included Alan. They were going to meet us at Carrie's at 6pm tomorrow. I told Carrie we would try Delmonico's Steakhouse, which was kind of close to her.She chuckled and said, “Oh fancy place. You know, you don't have to take us there. There's a nice restaurant right down the street from us.”“That's cool. But I want too. How many college kids can go to a place like this. Plus I have always wanted to try it, but, I'm not going alone. Ann said the food is excellent there.”“Speaking of Ann, did you call her and inform her that you are bringing someone Sunday?” she asked.“Oh yeah. She is so excited now. She can't wait to meet you. I told her that your parents were going to be in from Florida and I didn't know what plans they had that day. She said to bring them along too. The more the merrier.”Carried giggled, then said, “I don't know if your sister has a clue what Dad can be like. Just don't bring up politics. He thinks they are all thieves and liars.” which made me laugh.Then she got quiet. “Anything wrong? You are quiet now “ She sighed, “No, just missing lying next to you, with your arms around me. I feel so safe then. I love you Mark”“I love you too, Carolyn, and I do miss being with you. It was a very long day without you near me.” I told her.“It was a long day for me as well. I don't know how or why this happened between us, but I am so happy that you are in my life now. Maybe tomorrow night, you can spend it here with me, if you want too.” she said.“I think that can be arranged. You know what I do miss? You calling me Jarhead. When you say it, it means something to me.”“I told you, after last weekend, I was done calling you that, but if you insist, I'll just call you JH.”“I insist Squid. Now get some sleep. Just know, I love you Carrie and I am holding you in my dreams tonight.”Chapter 18.I knew Carrie had an appointment at 11am, so I didn't want to bother her, but did send her a text, after I got up and said good morning and I love you. She replied instantly to it, saying she was about to shower and get ready and she loved me too.I was pretty proud of myself. I dusted and swept the whole house. Not that I am a slob, but those are two jobs I really don't enjoy doing. Hell, living alone and never having people over, except for my sister, afforded me the luxury of not caring too much to do that. But with Carrie in my life, I guess I need to change my way of thinking.I then immersed myself in a project that I had been working on for this one company. I needed to do something to keep my mind occupied, since I would not be seeing her until later in the afternoon. I was surprised though, that by 3pm, I hadn't heard anything from her. I hope all went well with her doc appointment.I had told her that I would be over by 5:30, so we could spend some time alone, before Jenny and Alan showed up. By 4:30, I was shaved, and showered, then dressed for the evening. Since it was cool out, I wore dark blue pants, and lighter blue shirt, with a dark blue sport coat. I wanted to look good for when I met Jenny, and convey, I'm not some unkempt slob, who was dating her mother. I'm generally a jeans and t-shirt, or sweatshirt, kind of guy.I couldn't stand the wait any longer and decided to arrive a bit sooner. I got to her house at 5:15, so just a little bit early. After ringing the doorbell a few times, Carrie finally opened the door. Although she smiled when she let me in, I could tell something was amiss with her. After a brief hug and quick kiss on the lips, we stood back from one another.Carrie was wearing a burgundy pleated dress. It came to just above the knees. The neckline plunged just a bit, with white lace around the edges, with short sleeves as well. She looked radiant.“Wow. You look absolutely beautiful Sweetie.” I told her. She just said thanks, but that was it. Then said she had to finish getting ready. My antennae was now up. I could sense something was wrong. This girl was always so bubbly, and that definitely was not the case now. So I just walked around her living room, looking at pictures on the wall of Jenny, and her parents, and some people I had no clue of who they were. Then just took a seat and waited for her.For me, this was something new. I did not know what to say or do. Did I do something wrong, that may have upset her? Who knew, but this was not the Carrie I just spent almost two weeks with, had fun with, and made love too on many occasions. So I'm basically a fish out of water now. I made up my mind to just go with the flow, and when she is ready to talk, I'll be there, and hopefully, understand what is going on.Of course, my fear was she was going to end this between us. She had time to reflect and said that this wasn't worth it. If that is how she felt, then who was I to pursue it any further. I don't want to be with someone who did not want the same as me. Sitting there waiting, makes your mind think weird ass things, like I just did. Then again, maybe it wasn't anything and she is just having a bad day, or is nervous about me meeting Jenny.She finally emerged from wherever she was in her condo. When I saw her, she looked the same, so I have no idea what else she could have been doing. She walked into her kitchen and got a bottle of water, then asked if I wanted one too, which I kindly said no too.I finally got the courage to ask, “Is there something wrong?”She looked at me and had a sullen look on her face, then finally said “No. Guess I am just tired from all the prodding and poking today. I'm sorry I am not more upbeat.”I got up and went to her and wrapped my arms around her, “If you want to cancel tonight, that would be okay with me. We keep go out with them some other time, when you are feeling more up to it.”“No. No. I am fine. It will be fine. We'll go have a fun night with them. Jenny is so looking forward to meeting you.” she said, as she pulled away from me and went into the living room. “We'll talk later tonight, when we get back.”I knew from how she stated it, something was wrong. But, being a dumb man, I have no clue as to what. I didn't want to piss her off by asking questions. Maybe something at the doc's. I guess when she is ready, she will let me know. I walked up next to her and grabbed her hand, just to let her know I was there for her. At that point, her front door opened and in walked Jenny and Alan.Jenny was definitely a looker. I would say 5 foot 3, maybe 110 pounds, brown hair and eyes, and the cutest dimples. She did have bigger boobs than her mom, but since she was adopted, that made sense. But the irony of how much the two looked alike was uncanny. Alan was a good looking guy too. He had that German look to him. Blond hair, blue eyes, chiseled face and stood about 6 foot, but maybe weighed 170 pounds, if that.After making the introductions and some small talk, we left her condo and headed to dinner in my truck.At dinner, Carrie seemed to be her normal self. Well, at least the normal I had seen for the last two weeks. Jenny was regaling us with stories from her college life and some of things her and Alan had been doing of late, except for the sex part. I don't think Carrie, or myself, needed or wanted to know those details.As dinner was finally coming to an end, I had to admit, I was kind of quiet. I just let the three of them guide the evening and the conversation. Jenny did inquire what I actually did for a living, so I explained it to her. She was impressed, as was Alan. I tried not to let my concerns for Carrie, or our budding relationship ruin the evening. In my heart though, I had a bad feeling, this would be the last time I would see these three people.Near the end of dinner, Carrie announced that she needed to use the ladies room. Alan also said he need to use the facility, which then left just me and Jenny. I wasn't sure what to say to her, so I let her make the first move on talking.  “okay Mark. What's up with mom? Did you two have an argument or something?” Jenny asked.I shook my head, “Jenny. I have no idea what is wrong tonight. When I arrived this evening, she was down for some reason and won't tell me why. Yesterday we were fine, but ever since her doctor visit, she has changed. Maybe she has done some thinking and decided a relationship is not what she wants. Until she tells me, I am in the dark.”Jenny reached over and touched my arm. “I don't know either, but I do know that she and I talked last night for an hour and she is head over heels in love with you, and says you are with her as well. Are you Mark? Are you in love with my Mom?”“Nothing has changed for how I feel for your mother Jenny. I am in love with her. But, if she has had a change of heart, then I will abide by her wishes. Maybe we moved too fast. I don't know. To be honest Jenny. I have never been in love before, so this is a new territory for me. But if she had time to reflect now, and feels this isn't what she wants, well, I don't want to force anything like that on her. I just want her happy.”Jenny just shook her head, “I can't believe her mind could change like that. Something must be wrong and she just needs time to process it. Maybe you two can talk later. When we get back to my mom's, Alan and I are going to leave, and give you two some space to talk. Oh, and by the way, Papa really does like you. He thinks you are a good man.”Just as she said that, Carrie was walking back. Alan came a minute later. The waitress came around and asked if any of us wanted dessert, but we all begged off, since our meals were so filling.On the way home, Carrie was pretty quiet. In fact, you could probably cut the tension with a knife, that was between us. Jenny and Alan were pretty quiet too. I'd have done anything to hear some funny story either of them may have had right then.After arriving back at Carrie's condo, we all got out and Jenny said that they needed to get going. Carrie said she wished they could stay longer, but the kids said they had some homework they needed to finish up, but would see us this weekend. Of course my mind didn't think I would be involved with this family get together.As they left, Carrie turned and headed to her door, and I followed. Once inside, she asked if I wanted anything to drink, which I kindly declined. She went to the kitchen and got a bottle of water then rejoined me in the living room. I wanted to get this over with, so I started it off.  “okay Carolyn, please tell me what is wrong. I need to know.” I said in a somber voice.“Let's sit” she said, and we both did. She faced me and I could see a tear starting to form in her eye. My stomach became a knot now. My fears were now becoming reality, at least in my mind.“I wish I knew where to start, but I have to say, that no man has ever made me feel the way you make me feel. But I really think we need to step back and take a break for now.”, then she started crying. I reach for her, but she backed away. That made it feel like a knife was just plunged into my heart.“Carrie. How can you go from being so in love, to wanting to take a break, just like that. There is more than what you are telling me. So please tell me what has caused this sudden change in feelings.”She was still sobbing, trying to get her emotions under control, then finally looked at me and said, “Mark. They found a growth on one of my ovaries today. After the Pelvic exam, she did and ultrasound and found it. They want me to see a specialist next Tuesday then do some testing.” then started crying again. This time she let me pull her towards me. I knew this isn't good, but this is also something that can be taken care of. I had a cousin once have something similar to this and they removed a cyst the size of an egg from her, and she was fine then.“It's  okay Carrie. I'm sure it's nothing that medicine or an operation can't take care of.” I told her.“And what if it isn't Mark? What if it is cancer. Why should you be saddled with that in your life. We've known each other not even two fucking weeks. Although the best two weeks of my life. But this is not something you need to be part of. Your best bet is to turn around, walk away and get on with your life, like I never existed.” and started crying again.I pulled her into me again and held her tight. Her head was buried in my shoulder, and I caressed her hair and let her cry. I mean, if I was in her position, I'd probably tell her the same things. But I may not know her completely, but what I know of her already, she has a fierce loyalty to people she cares for and loves, and I know she wouldn't walk away either.After letting her sob some more, I gently moved her back, and away from me, so I could speak to her. “Sweetheart. There is no way I am letting you do this alone. Granted, we have only known each other for two weeks, but in these two weeks, you have captured my heart with every fiber of your being. I am in love with you Missy. People who love one another don't turn tail and run because of something traumatic happens to the other person. You stand with them, be their support and showed them love, for that is the only thing that can help get you through this. I have been a Marine for all of my adult life and one thing that is ingrained in us, from the time of our first day in boot camp, is that you never let the man next to you, or when you are a sergeant, your platoon, you never abandon them. No man is ever left behind. You're wounded Honey, so I will not leave you behind, so get used to that. When this is all over and you still feel this way, then you can tell me to hit the bricks.”She just stared at me, and while trying to compose herself, she gripped my hand in hers. “It's not fair to you Mark. What if it is cancer and it can't be fixed, then what? You going to just wait around and watch me die? You could be out finding that right person, instead of babysitting me.”“Stop it Carrie. You have no idea what it is. It could be a simple cyst, that meds could take care of. But one thing I do know, I will be with you this Tuesday, and any other day you need to have something done. I will be the first person you see when you wake up. But I will be there and I will always be there for you. I love you.”“Mark. It's not fair.” she shouted, then started crying again. “You're right. It's not fair. But who said life is. But I am not walking away. In fact I am more in love with you now, than I was 20 minutes ago. I don't know about you, but I have every intention of growing old with you. We have too much to do with our lives. So baby doll, I am not leaving you, Not ever.”“Carrie. Do you love me?” I asked. “Damn you Jarhead. You know I do.” she said. “Good. Don't you ever hold back something like this again from me. I won't either from you. But Babe, we can only help one another if we are open and honest with each other. Why don't you go get ready for bed. I'm not going home tonight, but I will sleep on the couch.”She shook her head and got up. As she did, she reached for my hand, “You are not, nor will you ever sleep on the couch. Your place is beside me in bed. I'm so sorry for ever thinking you would want out of this. I do love you Mark. More than you will ever know”She led me up the stairs to her bedroom. We both stripped off of our clothes. I had on the white silk boxers she got me. She put on this long t-shirt with a Minion on the front. She looked cute. We both used her bathroom then climbed into bed, where she snuggled up to me and let me hold her close. Her head rested on my chest.“Mark?” she said softly. “Carrie?” I answered back. “I am sorry. I promise never to do that to you again. I'm also sorry I was a Debbie Downer tonight at dinner, and even before. I'm sure Jenny could tell something was wrong.”“Oh yeah she could. She thought that you and I had an argument. Your daughter is quite perceptive. After meeting her now, I have to say, you two do favor one another. Alan is one lucky man and judging how he dotes on her, he knows it too. They do make a nice couple. I just hope I made a good impression with her. I wasn't to talkative tonight.”“Well, I think you'll get a few more chances this weekend to really win her over. But I can tell she likes you already. If she talks a lot, she likes you. Had she just sat there and not talked much, then that means she doesn't want anything to do with you.”“You know, last night, I was so lonely without you next to me. I hugged my pillow thinking it was you. Except your body is a bit more muscular. I had so many plans for tonight, with us ending the night in bed making love. I want too, but I don't want to do that until we know what is going on down there.”My hand was stroking her back, when I said, “I don't know about you, but this is making love Baby. I'm not in this for the sex. I'm in this because of love. Holding you close, telling our feelings to each other, that is true love making in my book. I'm not too good with stuff like this, but I have never felt this way for another human being. We'll have plenty of time for lovemaking, and dare I say, some naughty sex.”She snuggled even closer and let her hand rub on my chest and belly. “Thank You. You make me feel so loved. I love you Mark. Oh and I like what you wore under your pants. You do look sexy in these boxers.”“I love you too Carolyn. Now get some sleep. We have a long weekend ahead of us. That is if you want me around all the time.”“Of course I want you around the whole time. Not sure about sleeping together. Daddy may have a hard time with that one.” then giggled.Chapter 19.In the morning we agreed to take separate showers instead of together. We both agreed it would be too tempting, had we gone in together. She did tease me though by removing her shirt and slowly saunter into the bathroom, giggling the whole way. I would say My Carrie was back.Her parents flight was due in at 4pm. I told Carrie I needed to catch up on a few things at the house, but would be back in time to go with her to pick them up. She must have texted me twenty times, just saying I love you. That made me feel good.I picked Carrie up at 3pm and went to the airport to meet her parents. She was very happy today. A far cry from yesterday's somber mood she was in. She was wearing a maroon cashmere sweater and black slacks. I too had black slacks on and a blue crew neck sweater. The whole trip there she held my hand, as she did once we were there and waited.Like all airports now, you had to wait down in the baggage area. It took about 10 minutes after their plane arrived, before we saw them coming down the escalator. Once Carrie spotted them, she pulled me along until they were on top of us, and went and hugged her mom, then her dad.Then Mrs. Reynolds gave me a hug and a kiss, and said I still looked like I did when we met in Norfolk all those years ago. Chief shook my hand then said, “You ain't giving me no damn hug son.” I just laughed and told him, “Not in your life you crotchety old bastard.” which made us all laugh.After arriving back at Carrie's, we saw that Jenny was there waiting for us. Alan was with her, but I could see the tension in his face. The old man did scare the shit out of him. I took him aside and told him, just to relax, but show no sign of fear to the chief. He eats that shit up. He sort of laughed and said, oh sure, easier said than done Mr. Roberts. I told him for now on, call me Mark. Save the mister for the other guy.We all then went to dinner, after the couple relaxed a bit after their flight. It was one of those chain restaurants. We all had a good time and of course, Chief had to regale us with stories when I was aboard the Lincoln. That's when Jenny asked about the “don't shit where you eat comment”, but cleaned it up some because of her mom and grandma there. Chief went on to explain about this one newly appointed petty officer I had an eye on. After he finished, everyone laughed, only because he made sound more colorful than it actually was.After we got back to Carrie's, the girls busied themselves in the kitchen, leaving myself, Alan, and the Chief alone in the living room. I could see Alan was a bit apprehensive about being in there. I'm sure he was never prepared for anything like this in college.  “okay you two Shitbirds.” chief started out. “Those three fine ladies in there mean the world to me. And two of them, for some ungodly reason happen to like you two. All I ever wanted for those two is complete happiness. If you can't give them that, leave now, otherwise, I need a promise to never ever hurt them, no matter what.”“You have my word on that Chief. Never doubt that.” I said, as the chief then nodded once to me. Alan then looked at him and said, “Sir, my only intention is to make Jenny happy, so I promise.” Chief just glared at him. Alan was unsure of what he said, but knew he didn't like something. I looked at Alan and said, “Alan. Relax. Just don't call Mr. Reynolds sir. Non Com's, noncommissioned officers, like we both were, do not like getting called sir, by anyone. And Chief, chill out, he isn't military.”Chief just chuckled. “Yeah, and don't call me Mr. Reynolds. Makes me feel old. Call me John for now on, or at least until you guys make it legal between those gals in there, then we'll figure out what you call me then. And Alan, you did good kid. You didn't break, like so many Seaman have, right out of boot camp.” then just smiled.Just then the girls came back from the kitchen with drinks. From that point on, the mood was light and cheerful. I just sat back and watched how this family interacted. They are like most families, I guess. Since it is just my sister and myself, except for an uncle and aunt and three cousin's, I really couldn't tell you what a big family is like. Mine though, is quite boisterous and not afraid of speaking their minds on any subject.About an hour went by when Jenny and Alan said their goodbye's. They were going to the football game the next afternoon and wanted to get some sleep. We sat up a bit more with John and Connie, telling a lot of what we did up in the mountains. Well, not everything, or I am sure, he'd have killed me by now.I was getting up, so I could make my leave too, when Carrie asked me to join her in the kitchen. I had no idea what she wanted, but went with the flow and followed her in.“I don't want you going back to your place tonight. You are sleeping with me, unless you don't want too.” she said, giving me her little pouty face she likes to do now and then.“I'm not sure how your parents will feel about that. I don't want to cause any trouble for you, or me either.”Carried just chuckled, “Don't worry about them. I am 41 you know. Plus, me and mom talked out here. She knows you and I have slept together from almost the beginning of us meeting. She is fine with it, and she'll take care of dad. As she put it, “That boy is over the moon for you Honey. Treat him good and he'll treat you like a queen.” So don't worry. But, we can't play around. That would be too weird.” and we both laughed softly at that.Carrie then grabbed my hand and walked towards the stairs, to go upstairs. “Night you two” she said as she passed by them. Her mom said night, but Chief just grunted something. I am pretty sure I will get an earful, next time we are alone.Once in the bedroom, Carrie went to her dresser and opened a drawer, pulled out pajamas. They were blue, red, and white checkerboard style print. She said she went shopping today and got these. She is wearing the top and the bottoms were for me. She stripped down to just her panties, which for once, were not thong style. She still looked sexy as all get out. I stripped too to my boxers and t-shirt. She then went to the bathroom and came out a few minutes later. I followed suit and did my business. She let me know there was a toothbrush on the sink for me, that she just got too.When I came back out, she was already in bed and awaited me. I crawled in next to her. We kissed and held each other close. Like I said when the first time we slept in a bed together, I could definitely get used to this.“Mark Honey. I need to apologize for yesterday. I was so wrong to try and push you away from me. I would have been crushed had you just said  okay, and left. But you didn't. That told me right there how much you love me. So thank you for being here for me. I love you Mark. It grows stronger every minute of the day. I wish right now we could make love, but until I know what is really up with this, we're going to have to take a rest from that. I hope you understand.”I leaned in and kissed her forehead and pulled her tighter to me. God, I love the way she feels.“Sweetheart, you need not apologize for anything. It has to be a shock to you, that is for sure. But, I will always be there for you, no matter what. We'll see this through, together. As for making love right now. This is making love, I believe. The sex is just the icing on the cake, so to speak. Plus, if you think I would have sex with you, with your parents just down the hall, you are crazy.”Carrie was just about to say something, when we both heard a light thumping sound. I started to chuckle, but Carrie said shush. It was definitely a rhythm thump going on.I chuckled and said, “You're kidding right?” Carrie laughed quietly and said, “Oh yeah. I think dad and mom are doing the horizontal hula. Trust me Hun. As far back as I can remember, they are one horny couple. I hope when I am their age, I still want it that much.”Carrie's hand reached under the waistband of my bottoms and boxers and started playing with Mr. happy. “God, I wish this was inside me now. “ She stroked it a few times so it was now almost hard. Then she rolled over on her side, so we could spoon. I too lay on my side and pulled her into me, so our bodies melded together. My hardness nestled up against her beautiful ass, which she then wiggled a bit. My arm lay over her and rested on her tummy. She took that hand and brought up, and inside her top and placed it on her one tit. My hand instantly enveloped her tit and held it gently. “God. I love your hand there” she cooed. “Night Mark. I love you” “I love you too Carrie”To be continued, by T. Foxal.

War es so? Das fragt Autorin Paulina Czienskowski wiederholt in ihrem neuen Roman “Dem Mond geht es gut”. Sie erzählt eine Geschichte von Sprachlosigkeit zwischen Müttern und Töchtern, vom Erinnern und Vergessen und den komplizierten Verstrickungen zwischen Eltern- und Kindsein.Und auch Jeanne fragt nach. In einem sehr persönlichen Gespräch mit ihrer Mutter und Großmutter spricht sie über Frauenbilder im Wandel, Nähe und Distanz in Familien, das Älterwerden, Streitlust und Stolz.Es geht also um die tiefen Fragen des Lebens. Was ist ein gelungenes Leben? Und was erzählen wir uns über unsere Familie – vielleicht auch, um sie zu verstehen?Außerdem könnt ihr euch auf eine kluge Buchempfehlung von Edith Michaeler freuen.“Wie gefällt dir Jeannes Varieté? Schreib mir per E-Mail an jeanne@ohwow.eu oder auf Instagram an @jeanne_drach! Abonniere den Jeannes Varieté Newsletter: ohwow.eu/newsletter.Links zur Folge: zu den Büchern und Autorinnenhttps://www.aufbau-verlage.de/aufbau-taschenbuch/was-nie-geschehen-ist/978-3-7466-3621-4 https://www.nadjaspiegelman.com/ https://www.aufbau-verlage.de/blumenbar/dem-mond-geht-es-gut/978-3-351-05095-5 https://www.instagram.com/paulskowski/?hl=de zum Podcast "Erzähl mir von Wien" von Edith Michaeler und Fritzi Kraushttps://open.spotify.com/show/79jQRlexfQDazfH5BxuO7t?si=947c59bb7c03406a In dieser Folge haben mitgewirkt: Jeanne Drach, Anna Muhr, Sarah Becker und Britta Breuers. Foto: Christian Zagler. Grafik: Catharina Ballan. Strategische Beratung: Milo Tesselaar.Zu Gast waren: Gertrude Drach, Jenny Nickels-Drach, Edith Michaeler und Paulina Czienskowski. Präsentiert von OH WOW. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

“Philosophieren mit Hirn” geht weiter, zunächst mit drei extralangen Live-Folgen aus dem Wiener Akademietheater. Philosophin Lisz Hirn traf dort im Rahmen der Reihe "Philosophieren mit Hirn goes BURG" mehrere spannende Gäste zu Gesprächen über Zeitgeist, Gesellschaft und persönliche Leidenschaften. Diesmal trifft Lisz Hirn auf einen Kollegen vom Fach, den Philosophen Konrad Paul Liessmann, der sein neues Buch „Der Plattenspieler“ dabei hat. Woher kommt die Faszination für Vinyl? Und welches philosophische Potential hat eigentlich das Sammeln? Das besprechen die beiden PhilosophInnen in einem unterhaltsamen Talk über Sammelleidenschaft, Erinnerung und die Frage, warum analoge Dinge uns so tief berühren.Wir danken der BURG, insbesondere dem Team um Rita Czapka.Weiterführende Links:"Der Plattenspieler" von Konrad Paul Liessmann ist im Residenz Verlag erschienen. Credits:Moderation, Redaktion: Lisz HirnStimme: Jeanne Drach (OH WOW)Post-Produktion: Anna Muhr (OH WOW)Jingle: OH WOW mit Almut Schäfer-KubelkaGrafik: Zsa Zsa @zsazsawegorDieser Podcast wurde produziert von OH WOW. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

"What was that, Spike? Visitors? Oh Wow, I wonder if any of them want to go hug a Deathclaw!"But seriously, welcome to Top of the World all you wanna-be Raiders & Goons! I'm Rose, the local RaiderBot extraordinaire! It seems like your normal host, that Stuffed Shirt calling himself the Operative appears to have departed this mortal coil or some such nonsense.From here, y'all have a fantastic view of all the chaos that Appalachia has to offer. While the Whitespring might be a smoking crater, I hear tell that the old missile silos are ready to pop and that tough old Colonel is making one last throw of the dice to do something about it.Doesn't matter to me…I'm a bot and all, but hey, if you want to root for her, go right ahead!Vault Town is getting stomped and everyone is running for the Ohio…and old Trader Red and her pet Deathclaw are gonna try to convince the Cult of the Mothman to let them go.Good luck with that!Anyway, Appalachia is coming apart at the seams and I am so here for it! So, sit back, join me for a dose or two of Psycho, and we'll watch the fireworks together!

Von 1-300, wie Moralapostel bist du? Als Philosophin, Autorin, Denkerin und Podcasterin beschäftigt sich Lisz Hirn täglich mit den schwierigen Fragen des Lebens. So auch in dieser Folge, denn es geht um das Thema Moral. Ihr erfahrt, ob sich Lisz für einen guten Menschen hält, ob es Gut und Böse in diesem Sinne überhaupt gibt, welche Rolle die Moral in digitalen Räumen spielt und was das alles mit Kant und Co zu tun hat.Und ich erzähle euch, wann ich selbst schon mal die Moralkeule geschwungen habe, was Philipp Hübl an progressiver Moral kritisiert und warum ihr euch den Film "Dogville" unbedingt ansehen solltet. Außerdem könnt ihr in dieser Folge anhand verschiedener Dilemmata euren eigenen moralischen Kompass testen!Wie gefällt dir Jeannes Varieté?Schreib mir per E-Mail an jeanne@ohwow.eu oder auf Instagram an @jeanne_drach! Abonniere den Jeannes Varieté Newsletter: ohwow.eu/newsletter.Links zur Folge:Einen Menschen opfern, um fünf zu retten?Diese 7 moralischen Dilemmata werden dein Hirn martern – und dein GewissenSchau dir Dogville (2003) auf MUBI anPhilipp Hübl: Warum die richtige Haltung oft nur Show istBuchtipp: Philipp Hübl – MoralspektakelMoralinszenierung: Gut-Sein als Strategie der SelbstdarstellungErst die Häme, dann die Moral!Jeannes Heldin #6: Adrineh SimonianElisabeth Katzensteiner Agentur WolkenlosIn dieser Folge haben mitgewirkt: Jeanne Drach und Anna Muhr. Trompete: Almut Schäfer-Kubelka. Foto: Christian Zagler. Grafik: Catharina Ballan. Strategische Beratung: Milo Tesselaar.Zu Gast war: Lisz Hirn. Du magst noch mehr hören von Lisz Hirn? Dann schau doch hier vorbei: Philosophieren mit Hirn Podcast (Es gibt neue Folgen

“Philosophieren mit Hirn” geht weiter, zunächst mit drei extralangen Live-Folgen aus dem Wiener Akademietheater. Philosophin Lisz Hirn traf dort im Rahmen der Reihe “Philosophieren mit Hirn goes BURG” mehrere spannende Gäste zu Gesprächen über Zeitgeist, Gesellschaft und persönliche Leidenschaften. In dieser Ausgabe ist Bestsellerautor Daniel Kehlmann zu Gast. Lisz Hirn spricht mit ihm über Täuschung, Magie, das Schreiben und den schmalen Grat zwischen Wahrheit und Illusion. Im Fokus steht Kehlmanns neu aufgelegter Roman-Erstling „Beerholms Vorstellung“ – ein Bildungsroman über einen Waisenjungen, der zum Zauberkünstler wird. Wir danken der BURG, insbesondere dem Team um Rita Czapka.Weiterführende Links:"Beerholms Vorstellung" von Daniel Kehlmann ist bei Zsolnay erschienen. Credits:Moderation, Redaktion: Lisz HirnStimme: Jeanne Drach (OH WOW)Post-Produktion: Anna Muhr (OH WOW)Jingle: OH WOW mit Almut Schäfer-KubelkaGrafik: Zsa Zsa @zsazsawegorDieser Podcast wurde produziert von OH WOW. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Wir sind wieder da!“Philosophieren mit Hirn” geht weiter, zunächst mit drei extralangen Live-Folgen aus dem Wiener Akademietheater. Philosophin Lisz Hirn traf dort im Rahmen der Reihe "Philosophieren mit Hirn goes BURG" mehrere spannende Gäste zu Gesprächen über Zeitgeist, Gesellschaft und persönliche Leidenschaften. In dieser ersten Live-Ausgabe dreht sich alles um das Menschsein im Spannungsfeld von Hybris, Narzissmus und gesellschaftlicher Verantwortung.Was bleibt vom klassischen Heldenbild in einer Zeit der politischen "Supermänner" wie Trump oder Putin? Sind heutige narzisstische Persönlichkeiten ein Symptom unserer gesellschaftlichen Verhältnisse? Und welche Rolle spielt Technologie – von KI bis Transhumanismus – im Selbstbild des modernen Menschen?Darüber spricht Lisz Hirn mit Isolde Charim – Philosophin, Autorin, Kolumnistin (“Falter”) - und der Schriftstellerin Barbi Marković („Superheldinnen“, „Minihorror“). Wir danken der BURG, insbesondere dem Team um Rita Czapka.Weiterführende Links:"Die Qualen des Narzissmus" von Isolde Charim ist bei Zsolnay erschienen."Minihorror" von Barbi Markovic ist im Rowohlt Verlag erschienen. Credits:Moderation, Redaktion: Lisz HirnStimme: Jeanne Drach (OH WOW)Post-Produktion: Anna Muhr (OH WOW) Jingle: OH WOW mit Almut Schäfer-Kubelka Grafik: Zsa Zsa @zsazsawegor Dieser Podcast wurde produziert von OH WOW. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Elle est performeuse, elle est graphiste, elle est illustratrice, elle est tantôt champignon, tantôt araignée, … « Elle » c'est Kreature. From figure spectrale puissante et mélancolique sur scène to personne en technicolor qui dit les termes out of drag, Kreature c'est la personnification du mot protéiforme. Camarade fidèle de travail à la maison, de craquage de graphiste sur les clients, de découverte de films, plus je passe du temps avec elle, plus je l'adore ! Alors il était grand temps que l'on se pose devant des micros pour papoter un peu. ---Oh Wow!! est un podcast indépendant, la meilleure façon de le soutenir c'est d'en parler autour de toi et de le suivre sur les réseaux sociaux. Production, animation et montage : Léo Tremaine Hébergé par Acast. Visitez acast.com/privacy pour plus d'informations.

Bongani Bingwa speaks to Jonathan Khabazela about two trending stories: The first is a video that hits close to home, asking what it’s like living in the same complex or street as your family, with listeners debating the pros and cons of such proximity. The second is a feel-good “small world” story that triggered a flood of unbelievable coincidences, from random run-ins abroad to surprising mutual connections, proving just how interconnected our lives can be. 702 Breakfast with Bongani Bingwa is broadcast on 702, a Johannesburg based talk radio station. Bongani makes sense of the news, interviews the key newsmakers of the day, and holds those in power to account on your behalf. The team bring you all you need to know to start your day Thank you for listening to a podcast from 702 Breakfast with Bongani Bingwa Listen live on Primedia+ weekdays from 06:00 and 09:00 (SA Time) to Breakfast with Bongani Bingwa broadcast on 702: https://buff.ly/gk3y0Kj For more from the show go to https://buff.ly/36edSLV or find all the catch-up podcasts here https://buff.ly/zEcM35T Subscribe to the 702 Daily and Weekly Newsletters https://buff.ly/v5mfetc Follow us on social media: 702 on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/TalkRadio702 702 on TikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@talkradio702 702 on Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/talkradio702/ 702 on X: https://x.com/Radio702 702 on YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/@radio702 See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Jeannes Varieté nimmt dich erneut mit nach Japan. Wir feiern die japanische Punk-Legende Tsushimamire – deren Sängerin Mari unsere Tour überhaupt möglich gemacht hat! Außerdem mit im Gepäck: ein Serientipp von Anna, die erstmals eine Animationsserie vorstellt – Blue Eye Samurai, ein blutiges, visuell eindrucksvolles Rache-Epos im Japan der Edo-Zeit. Außerdem lüften wir das Geheimnis, warum es in Japan kaum Mülleimer gibt (whaaaaat?!) und besuchen mein Lieblingsmuseum auf der Insel Naoshima.Wie gefällt dir Jeannes Varieté? Was verbindest du mit Japan?Schreib mir per E-Mail an jeanne@ohwow.eu oder auf Instagram an @jeanne_drach! Abonniere den Jeannes Varieté Newsletter: ohwow.eu/newsletter.Links zur Folge:Blue Eye Samurai auf NetflixWarum gibt es keine öffentlichen Mülleimer in Japan?Das Verschwinden der MülleimerDer Giftgas-Anschlag in der U-Bahn von TokioWhy Art Lovers Should Visit Japan's Naoshima Island This YearMari Kono & Tsushimamire: Website, Instagram Mari Kono BandcampShow me your soy sauce -Video In dieser Folge haben mitgewirkt: Jeanne Drach, Anna Muhr; Trompete: Almut Schäfer-Kubelka. Foto: Christian Zagler. Grafik: Catharina Ballan. Strategische Beratung: Milo Tesselaar.Dieser Podcast wird präsentiert von OH WOW. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Hi, Kon'nichiwa, coucou!Drei Wochen Japan – 8 Städte, 8 Konzerte (mit KIDS N CATS), ein wilder Mix aus Höhenflügen, Krisen und lauter Kultur.Zwischen Wim Wenders' "Perfect Days" und dem Geheimnis von WABI-SABI entführe ich dich also heute nach Japan.Stadtgeräusche, spontane Klänge und ein Interview mit Milena Michiko Flasar versetzen dich in die poetische Welt Japans.Wie gefällt dir Jeannes Varieté? Warst du schon mal in Japan?Schreib mir per E-Mail an jeanne@ohwow.eu oder auf Instagram an @jeanne_drach! Abonniere den Jeannes Varieté Newsletter: ohwow.eu/newsletter.Links zur FolgeMilena Michiko Flasar WebsiteWabi Sabi The Wisdom in Imperfection - Nobuo Suzuki, Héctor GarcíaWabi Sabi – was ist das?Kult-Toilette - Stern.deThe Cult of the Toto Toilet - The NY TimesPerfect Days kannst du derzeit hier streamen:Mubi Prime Video Apple TV In dieser Folge haben mitgewirkt: Jeanne Drach, Anna Muhr, Ariel Verderber; Trompete: Almut Schäfer-Kubelka. Foto: Christian Zagler. Grafik: Catharina Ballan. Strategische Beratung: Milo Tesselaar.Dieser Podcast wird präsentiert von OH WOW. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Join Michael Badelt from INTYA Creative as he explores turning mistakes into a success: How a small immersive scare attraction went from "Okay“ to "Oh Wow!!“Hear about the sometimes surprising learnings made through the iterations and how those were incorporated back into the show to create an experience that was not just entertaining but had a hidden meaning that was engaging audiences even after the show was over. We will also look at some of the basics behind the emotional concept of fear, its applications and why creating a rather sneaky rollercoaster across the full emotional spectrum might actually be scarier than just going "Boo!"This talk was recorded at the Immersive Experience Network Summit in October 2024 and is supported by Arts Council England and our industry partners Illusion Design & Construct, Mance Communications, White Light, Deterministic, Immersif, d&b audiotechnik, Scene2, Little Lion Entertainment, Entourage, and Vista Insurance.Discover more content from IEN: https://immersiveexperience.network/articles/ Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Die Fotografin Libuše Jarcovjáková hält das Leben und seine Spuren fest wie kaum eine andere. Sie erzählt in dieser Folge, wie sie mit dem Altern umgeht und welche Rolle die Fotografie und das Schreiben dabei spielt. Aber was bedeutet Altern eigentlich? Und warum altern wir überhaupt?In dieser Folge geht's um biologische Seneszenz und um die älteste dokumentierte Person der Welt: Jeanne Calment. Anna stellt dir "Don't Die: Der Mann, der unsterblich sein will”, eine Netflix-Doku über einen Mann, der das Altern unbedingt aufhalten will.Wie gefällt dir Jeannes Varieté? Wie gehst du mit dem Altern um?Schreib mir per E-Mail an jeanne@ohwow.eu oder auf Instagram an @jeanne_drach! Abonniere den Jeannes Varieté Newsletter: ohwow.eu/newsletter.Links zur FolgeWebsite von Libuše JarcovjákováLibuše Jarcovjáková auf InstagramI'M NOT EVERYTHING I WANT TO BE von Karla Tašovská auf MUBIKIDS N CATS – “Germany” auf Youtube“Dont Die: Der Mann, der unsterblich sein will” auf NetflixWie die Enden der Chromosomen die Zellalterung beeinflussen – Uni HeidelbergHundert wird bald jeder – Max Planck GesellschaftJeanne Calment: Validation of the Duration of Her LifeWas Jeanne Calment the Oldest Person Who Ever Lived—or a Fraud? – New YorkerIn dieser Folge haben mitgewirkt: Jeanne Drach, Anna Muhr, Livia Heisz, Hanna Bergmayr, Ariel Verderber; Trompete: Almut Schäfer-Kubelka. Foto: Christian Zagler. Grafik: Catharina Ballan. Strategische Beratung: Milo Tesselaar.Dieser Podcast wird präsentiert von OH WOW.Ach, und übrigens: wir machen jetzt kurz Pause – weil ich mit Band auf Japan-Tournee bin und dort für dich dann ganz viel Inspiration sammeln werde. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Of all life's familial relationships, sisterhood ranks near the top in being the closest and most rewarding.  That doesn't mean it's without challenges.  Imagine, for example, not only working together but actually starting a business and seeing it thrive together all the while maintaining a close relationship and respect for one another.  Meet Joline and Celine Noharay, sisters and co-founders of Beverly Hills Lingerie.  Whether you're a sister yourself or the mom of daughters, you'll be inspired by this "sisters success story."Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/inside-the-moms-club--4709676/support.

Oh, wow ... D.K. Metcalf! Is there even a second to savor this? Hear award-winning columnist Dejan Kovacevic's Daily Shots of Steelers, Penguins and Pirates -- three separate podcasts -- every weekday morning on the DK Pittsburgh Sports podcasting network, available on all platforms: https://linktr.ee/dkpghsports Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Alisza Pfeifer-Bubeck ist eine deutsche Maskenbildnerin und spezialisiert auf Film und Werbung. In dieser Folge verrät sie dir, wie die Maske im Film dabei hilft, sich in Charaktere wie z.B. Serienmörder hineinzuversetzen.Außerdem erzähl ich dir von unterschiedlichsten Masken und ihren Funktionen – von Totenmasken über die Guy Fawkes Masken bis hin zu den gruseligen Perchten … An einer ganz anderen Art von Masken hat Anna Coleman Ladd im und nach dem 1. Weltkrieg gearbeitet: nämlich (partielle) Masken für Kriegsversehrte, die ihnen halfen, mit dem sozialen Stigma umzugehen.Wie gefällt dir Jeannes Varieté? Wann trägst du eine Maske?Schreib mir per E-Mail an jeanne@ohwow.eu oder auf Instagram an @jeanne_drach! Abonniere den Jeannes Varieté Newsletter: ohwow.eu/newsletter.LinksAlisza Pfeifer-Bubeck auf InstagramAnna Coleman Ladd – Anna Coleman Ladd: Art Helping Veterans – Englischer Artikel des Isabella Sewart Gardner MuseumsÜber die Guy Fawkes MaskePerchten im Brauchtumskalender OberösterreichFoul Fashion: Ein Blick hinter die Maske der Pestdoktoren in National GeographicDie Unbekannte aus der Seine - Artikel des Museums für SepulkralkulturIn dieser Folge haben mitgewirkt: Jeanne Drach, Anna Muhr, Catharina Ballan, Hanna Bergmayr; Trompete: Almut Schäfer-Kubelka. Foto: Christian Zagler. Grafik: Catharina Ballan. Strategische Beratung: Milo Tesselaar.Dieser Podcast wird präsentiert von OH WOW. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Ryan Jay is one of America's most popular nationally syndicated entertainment critics. Based on his website, RyanJayReviews.com, he is featured weekly as resident film critic on The Morning Blend and weekend newscasts on the NBC-TV affiliate in Milwaukee, WI (and previously on the FOX-TV affiliate in Fort Myers, FL). On radio, he can be heard live Friday mornings on FM stations across the country, in addition to recorded weekly movie and TV review segments for Premiere Networks. Ryan is a member of the Critics Choice Association which annually awards excellence in film and television at the Critics Choice Awards; and GALECA: The Society of LGBTQ Entertainment Critics, which annually hosts The Dorian Awards. Passionate about the arts, Ryan has cultivated a career celebrating entertainment and sharing his unique perspective with TV, radio, and social media audiences. He was co-host of Digital Dish, a weekly, live, celebrity gossip show on the TMJ4 News Facebook page and continues to spotlight performers of theatre and the arts on his Ryan Jay Reviews Facebook page. Often on the red carpet at movie premieres and events, he has interviewed many of Hollywood's A-list celebrities. And every other week he can be found in the pages of Us Weekly magazine as Fashion Police. Inspired since childhood by his favorite film, The Wizard of Oz, Ryan has become an Oz historian, interviewing the casts and creatives of many Oz productions - from stage to screen, producing and emceeing Oz conventions, publishing articles and giving multimedia presentations; all celebrating the legacy of Oz to audiences from around the world. He has appeared at annual Oz festivals in NY, IL and KS, along with universities and theaters and museums. Ryan has worked as a television producer of major pop culture and entertainment programming for networks such as Bravo, Showtime, MTV, VH1, Nickelodeon, TLC, and. The Jerry Springer ShoBecome a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/arroe-collins-unplugged-totally-uncut--994165/support.

Ryan Jay is one of America's most popular nationally syndicated entertainment critics. Based on his website, RyanJayReviews.com, he is featured weekly as resident film critic on The Morning Blend and weekend newscasts on the NBC-TV affiliate in Milwaukee, WI (and previously on the FOX-TV affiliate in Fort Myers, FL). On radio, he can be heard live Friday mornings on FM stations across the country, in addition to recorded weekly movie and TV review segments for Premiere Networks. Ryan is a member of the Critics Choice Association which annually awards excellence in film and television at the Critics Choice Awards; and GALECA: The Society of LGBTQ Entertainment Critics, which annually hosts The Dorian Awards. Passionate about the arts, Ryan has cultivated a career celebrating entertainment and sharing his unique perspective with TV, radio, and social media audiences. He was co-host of Digital Dish, a weekly, live, celebrity gossip show on the TMJ4 News Facebook page and continues to spotlight performers of theatre and the arts on his Ryan Jay Reviews Facebook page. Often on the red carpet at movie premieres and events, he has interviewed many of Hollywood's A-list celebrities. And every other week he can be found in the pages of Us Weekly magazine as Fashion Police. Inspired since childhood by his favorite film, The Wizard of Oz, Ryan has become an Oz historian, interviewing the casts and creatives of many Oz productions - from stage to screen, producing and emceeing Oz conventions, publishing articles and giving multimedia presentations; all celebrating the legacy of Oz to audiences from around the world. He has appeared at annual Oz festivals in NY, IL and KS, along with universities and theaters and museums. Ryan has worked as a television producer of major pop culture and entertainment programming for networks such as Bravo, Showtime, MTV, VH1, Nickelodeon, TLC, and. The Jerry Springer ShoBecome a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/arroe-collins-like-it-s-live--4113802/support.

Vea Kaiser ist Schriftstellerin und schreibt gerade an ihrem vierten Buch. Wie und wann sie schreibt und wo sie sich manchmal vor ihren kleinen Kindern versteckt erzählt sie in dieser Folge.Außerdem hörst etwas zu den wichtigsten Etappen der Schriftentwicklung, wir sprechen mit Barbara Dechant vom Buchstabenmuseum in Berlin über ihre liebsten Buchstaben und mein Team denkt darüber nach, was sie mit der Hand schreiben.Wie gefällt dir Jeannes Varieté? Was schreibst du mit der Hand?Schreib mir per E-Mail an jeanne@ohwow.eu oder auf Instagram an @jeanne_drach! Abonniere den Jeannes Varieté Newsletter: ohwow.eu/newsletter.Links zur FolgeWebsite von Vea KaiserInstagram von Vea KaiserDie Entstehung der Schrift: von Keilschrift, Phönizischen Alphabet und Hieroglyphen bis zu Steno, Kurrent und BrailleschriftKalligrafie und Handlettering liegen voll im TrendAnalphabetismus in Österreich und DeutschlandBuchstabenmuseum BerlinIn dieser Folge haben mitgewirkt: Jeanne Drach, Anna Muhr, Livia Heisz, Catharina Ballan, Hanna Bergmayr; Trompete: Almut Schäfer-Kubelka. Foto: Christian Zagler. Grafik: Catharina Ballan. Strategische Beratung: Milo Tesselaar.Dieser Podcast wird präsentiert von OH WOW. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

OH WOW! It's an audio-only episode this week on account of the Super Bowl. Get ready for this blast from the past, a lost episode recorded way back on June 5, 2022 in Amsterdam, NL. A lot has changed since then, but the collective disgust of Dutch "poop-shelf" toilets will never die! Irish musician Dwayne (and English streamer Tristan (@leftoverlover) get into it with Ian about colonization, hairy women, and the best way to kill royalty in this weeks long-lost, but not forgotten, episode of SENSITIVE TEETH#comedypodcast #comedy#StandUpComedy#funny #Humor#Laugh#Hilarious#ComedyGold#Jokes#ComedySketch#Podcast#Podcasts#skullandbones#Podcasting#secretsocieties#322#rogan#podshow  #irelandyoutubers  #skateboarding#PodcastRecommendations#FunnyPodcasts#ComedyCentral#ComedyShows#standup  #ComedyClips#ImprovComedy#ComediansOfYouTube#SketchComedy#StandUpComedyClips#LaughOutLoud#goodvibes #prankcall #prankcalls #pranks #scambaiting #scammer #PodcastNation#LaughterIsTheBestMedicine#ComedyLovers#FunnyAsHell#truecrime#conspiracytheories#BingeWorthyPodcasts#conan#horror #spartan #spartan #300LIFE ADVICE HOTLINE OPEN! Send us a text!Follow @lemmeseedembuttcheeks on IG and subscribe to the YouTube channel at @SensitiveTeethProductions!

In dieser Folge feiern wir! Und zwar die 50. Folge Jeannes Varieté, tolle Frauen, das Leben und die Liebe und, und, und.Zu diesem Anlass schau ich auch zurück auf die größte Party, die ich jemals geschmissen habe, nämlich die Launchparty von Jeannes Varieté vor einem Jahr – noch ein Jubiläum! Damals hab ich tolle Frauen auf die Bühne eingeladen, und ein paar davon hörst du in dieser Folge: Anna Mabo, Claire du Foucauld, Violeta Parisini und Anna Riess.Außerdem: Wer Geburtstag feiert, singt mit hoher Wahrscheinlichkeit auch “Happy Birthday” – ich habe mir angeschaut, woher das Lied eigentlich kommt und was es damit auf sich hat. Und ich stell dir die Wow-Frau Anna Sacher vor, die nicht nur für ihre Parties berühmt war, sondern die auch Unternehmerin und langjährige sowie legendäre Chefin des Hotel Sachers war. Wie gefällt dir Jeannes Varieté? Was feierst du? Schreib mir per E-Mail an jeanne@ohwow.eu oder auf Instagram an @jeanne_drach! Abonniere den Jeannes Varieté Newsletter: ohwow.eu/newsletter.Links zur Folge:Anna SacherDie geheime Liebe der Anna Sacher20 Happy Birthday SongsWho is the Writer Behind “Happy Birthday To You?”Copyright claim Happy BirthdayDekadenzWebsite Anna MaboInstagram Claire de FoucauldWebsite Violetta ParisiniWebsite Anna RiessIn dieser Folge haben mitgewirkt: Jeanne Drach, Anna Muhr, Catharina Ballan, Hanna Bergmayr; Trompete: Almut Schäfer-Kubelka. Foto: Christian Zagler. Grafik: Catharina Ballan. Strategische Beratung: Milo Tesselaar.Dieser Podcast wird präsentiert von OH WOW. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

The Bears did it, they really did it! For the first time in our lives they made the slam dunk, obvious head coach hire in former Lions OC Ben Johnson. So, how excited are we to have the orchestrator of the best offense in the NFKL over the last two years? (Pretty excited folks). How about his rumored coordinator hires? What does this say about the Bears franchise moving forward? Thanks for listening!

Meteorologin Caroline Eybl erzählt uns in dieser Folge Jeannes Varieté, was sie in der Klimakrise optimistisch stimmt. Ich denke über den wunderbaren Song “Regen” der Lassie Singers nach. Und über Altocumulus. Kennst du das Wort? Du hörst heute, was es bedeutet, und warum ich es so cute finde. Vielleicht fragst du dich auch bei jedem aufziehenden Gewitter, ob du am Rad eher vom Blitz getroffen wirst als zu Fuß. Wir haben die Antwort recherchiert! Und: Wer fängt den Wind und hält ihn fest?Wie gefällt dir Jeannes Varieté? Läufst du gern durch den Regen?Schreib mir per E-Mail an jeanne@ohwow.eu oder auf Instagram an @jeanne_drach! Abonniere den Jeannes Varieté Newsletter: ohwow.eu/newsletter.Links zur FolgeLassie Singers: RegenLassie Singers – „Die Lassie Singers helfen Dir“ (Album der Woche)Altocumulus im Lexikon des Deutschen WetterdienstsWie verhalte ich mich bei Gewitter richtig? - Der Spiegel WissenschaftWenn der Blitz einschlägt - TagesschauSo verhalte ich mich als Radler richtig im Gewitter - Bayern1Unfälle vermeiden: Sicher durch die Gewittersaison - Österreichischer Verband für ElektrotechnikIn dieser Folge haben mitgewirkt: Jeanne Drach, Anna Muhr, Jana Wiese; Trompete: Almut Schäfer-Kubelka. Foto: Christian Zagler. Grafik: Catharina Ballan. Strategische Beratung: Milo Tesselaar.Dieser Podcast wird präsentiert von OH WOW. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

When you were a kid, did you ever look at another family and think, 'oh wow, they're rich'! Wait until you hear these stories!See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Heute erzählt uns Mode-Influencerin und Autorin Christl Clear warum sie Erwartungen hasst und welchen Song sie im Schlaf mitsingen kann. Stichwort singen: Kennst du Aya Nakamura? Sie ist eine malisch-französische R&B-Künstlerin und ich find sie richtig cool. In ihrem Song DjaDja gehts um – omg – Gossip! Warum ich trotz aller Mühe nicht mitsingen kann, hörst du später in der Folge. Cathi aus meinem Team stellt uns das Buch “Das glückliche Geheimnis” von Arno Geiger vor. Und dann erfährst du noch von Wu Zetian, der ersten und einzigen Kaiserin von China, über die es viele Gerüchte gab. Trotzdem: Beeindruckende Lebensgeschichte!Sag mir doch: Wie gefällt dir “Jeannes Varieté”? Hast du einen Buchtipp für mich? Und: Was ist groß an Kleinigkeiten?Schreib mir per E-Mail an jeanne@ohwow.eu oder auf Instagram an @jeanne_drach! Abonniere den Jeannes Varieté Newsletter: ohwow.eu/newsletter.Links zur FolgeArno Geiger: “Das glückliche Geheimnis” (Hanser)Aya Nakamura - Djadja (YouTube)@iamchristlclear auf InstagramChristl Clear: “Let me be Christl Clear” (Kremayr & Scheriau)Wu Zetian: China's kick-ass female Emperor - BBC Radio4Wu Zetian - Von Konkubine zur Kaiserin l DIE GESCHICHTE CHINAS - Einfach GeschichteIn dieser Folge haben mitgewirkt: Jeanne Drach, Catharina Ballan, Anna Muhr, Nina Schaefer, Jana Wiese; Special Guest: Xuying Zhang; Trompete: Almut Schäfer-Kubelka. Foto: Christian Zagler. Grafik: Catharina Ballan. Strategische Beratung: Milo Tesselaar.Dieser Podcast wird präsentiert von OH WOW. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

In this thrilling episode of Comix, we dive into the latest buzz from the comic book universe! First up, we unveil the intriguing announcement of a Clayface movie directed by the master of horror, Mike Flanagan. Join us as we discuss Flanagan's unique storytelling style and how he might bring a fresh, psychological twist to this iconic Batman villain.Next, we explore the exciting news of Chris Evans potentially reprising his role as Captain America in the Marvel Cinematic Universe. What could this mean for the future of the franchise? We break down fan theories and speculate on how Evans' return could impact upcoming storylines and character arcs.Then, we take a look at the much-anticipated trailer for 28 Years Later, a sequel that promises to reignite the thrilling zombie horror genre. We analyze what fans can expect from this new installment, and how it may connect to its predecessors.Finally, we venture into the mystical realm of Asgard as we discuss the implications of Doctor Strange being declared the Sorcerer Supreme of Asgard. What challenges will he face in this new role, and how will it reshape the dynamics within the Marvel multiverse? Join us for an action-packed discussion filled with insights, theories, and plenty of fan speculation. Whether you're a die-hard comic book fan or just dipping your toes into the superhero world.

Tanya Yael Raab aka @oy_jewish_mamma erzählt in dieser Folge von ihrem jüdischen Glauben und Queerness. Du lernst Simone de Beauvoir kennen, die nicht nur eine der wichtigsten Philosoph:innen des 20. Jahrhunderts und feministische Ikone war, sondern auch abseits heteronormativer Beziehungsmodelle lebte. Du hörst von der senegalesischen Schriftstellerin Mariama Bâ, die in ihrem Briefroman “Une si longue lettre” von ihrem Leben in einer polygamen Ehe berichtet. Dann lernst du noch das Wort Polyandrie kennen – oder kennst du es etwa schon? Und: Kann man eine Wolke aus Zuckerwatte in ein Buch pressen, um eine Geschichte zu erzählen?Wie gefällt dir Jeannes Varieté? Was ist dein Lieblingswort? Schreib mir per E-Mail an jeanne@ohwow.eu oder auf Instagram an @jeanne_drach! Abonniere den Jeannes Varieté Newsletter: ohwow.eu/newsletter.Links zur FolgeSimone de Beauvoir: “Das andere Geschlecht” (Rowohlt), “Mémoires d'une jeune fille rangée” (Gallimard)Wer war Simone de Beauvoir? - National GeographicBiografie Simone de Beauvoir - Stiftung Haus der Geschichte der Bundesrepublik DeutschlandWer war Simone de Beauvoir? | Gespräch mit Kate Kirkpatrick | Sternstunde Philosophie | SRF KulturMariama Bâ: “Une si longue lettre” (Editions Litos), dt. “Ein so langer Brief” (List)Une si longue lettre - France CultureJeannes Varieté #12 mit Lyrics von Aya Nakamura und westafrikanischen GriotsWie steht es mit Polyandrie – dem Recht einer Frau auf Mehrfachehen? - DerStandard.atPolyandrie - SRF 100 Sekunden WissenTanya Yael Raab (@oy_jewish_mamma)In dieser Folge haben mitgewirkt: Jeanne Drach, Anna Muhr, Nina Schaefer, Jana Wiese; Trompete: Almut Schäfer-Kubelka. Foto: Christian Zagler. Grafik: Catharina Ballan. Strategische Beratung: Milo Tesselaar.Dieser Podcast wird präsentiert von OH WOW. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Heute erklärt Podcasterin Beatrice Frasl, wie mentale Gesundheit mit Klasse und Geschlecht zusammenhängt. Du hörst “inside voices” der australischen Sängerin Mallrat, mit deren Lyrics ich mich gut identifizieren kann – Stichwort Social Anxiety. Und Anna aus meinem Team empfiehlt uns den Animationsfilm “Inside Out”, in dem jedes Gefühl eine eigener cuter Charakter ist. Und: In welchem Takt tanzt das Dopamin die Polka?Wie gefällt dir Jeannes Varieté? Hast du einen Filmtipp für mich?Schreib mir per E-Mail an jeanne@ohwow.eu oder auf Instagram an @jeanne_drach! Abonniere den Jeannes Varieté Newsletter: ohwow.eu/newsletter.Links zur FolgeInside Out 2 (Alles steht Kopf 2)Mallrat: Inside Voices (Soundcloud)@fraufrasl bei InstagramBeatrice Frasls Podcast “Große Töchter”Beatrice Frasl: “Patriarchale Belastungsstörung. Geschlecht, Klasse und Psyche” (Haymon)In dieser Folge haben mitgewirkt: Jeanne Drach, Anna Muhr, Jana Wiese; Trompete: Almut Schäfer-Kubelka. Foto: Christian Zagler. Grafik: Catharina Ballan. Strategische Beratung: Milo Tesselaar.Dieser Podcast wird präsentiert von OH WOW. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

How do you sum up 2024 in prophetic terms? One man put it simply: “Oh Wow!”. Here’s where we were and where it looks like we’re going—rapidly. Oh wow…!

Schauspielerin, Sängerin und Aktivistin Valerie Huber spricht über persönliche und gesellschaftliche Veränderungen – und ihre Reise durchs Leben. Du hörst die unglaubliche Geschichte der Piratenkaiserin Zheng Yisao, die mit 70.000 Seeräubern das Südchinesische Meer beherrschte. Außerdem: Warum Flanieren (oder das Wort „Flâneuse“) ein bisschen rebellisch ist und was uns das neue Jahr lehren kann.Wie gefällt dir Jeannes Varieté? Schlenderst du manchmal durch's Leben?Schreib mir per E-Mail an jeanne@ohwow.eu oder auf Instagram an @jeanne_drach! Abonniere den Jeannes Varieté Newsletter: ohwow.eu/newsletter.Links zur FolgeValerie Huber - WebsiteValerie Huber auf InstagramKITZ Serie auf Netflix mit Valerie HuberArtikel auf geo.de über die Piratin Zheng YisaoThe Most Successful Pirate You've Never Heard OfFlâneuseFlâneur Dictionnaire Académie FrançaiseWalter Benjamin, Das Passagen-Werk (1940, posthum veröffentlicht) – Analyse des Flâneurs und seiner Rolle in der urbanen Kultur.In dieser Folge haben mitgewirkt: Jeanne Drach, Anna Muhr, Livia Heisz, Hanna Bergmayr, Ariel Verderber; Trompete: Almut Schäfer-Kubelka. Foto: Christian Zagler. Grafik: Catharina Ballan. Strategische Beratung: Milo Tesselaar.Dieser Podcast wird präsentiert von OH WOW. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

We do a gift exchange to start the morning, Dave tells us about some gift-giving etiquette, and more!

We do a gift exchange to start the morning, Dave tells us about some gift-giving etiquette, and more!

We do a gift exchange to start the morning, Dave tells us about some gift-giving etiquette, and more!

In dieser Folge geht es um die Zeit zwischen den Jahren, um die Raunächte und die Zukunft. Zu Gast ist Olivia Wahrbichler, Kreativdirektorin, Storytellerin, Podcasterin “Shine und Heilig”, die mir die Karten gelesen und ein Interview gegeben hat. Sie erzählt dir, welche Bedeutung die Tarot-Karte “Tod” hat und wie sie das Kartenlesen von ihrer Großmutter gelernt hat. Außerdem erfährst du, was die “wilde Jagd” ist und Larissa Kravitz, auch bekannt als Investorella, erzählt dir von ihrem Jahresendritual.Wie gefällt dir Jeannes Varieté? Was sind deine Rituale rund um Weihnachten und Silvester?Schreib mir per E-Mail an jeanne@ohwow.eu oder auf Instagram an @jeanne_drach! Abonniere den Jeannes Varieté Newsletter: ohwow.eu/newsletter.Links zur FolgeOlivia Wahrbichler auf InstagramOlivias Podcast “Shine & Heilig” auf SpotifyLarissa Kravitz' Podcast InvestorellaRauhnächte - Zeit der Besinnung, Zeit der Einsamkeit (mdr)Mit Räucherwerk gegen böse Geister (faz.net)In dieser Folge haben mitgewirkt: Jeanne Drach, Anna Muhr, Nina Schaefer, Hanna Bergmayr, Ariel Verderber; Trompete: Almut Schäfer-Kubelka. Foto: Christian Zagler. Grafik: Catharina Ballan. Strategische Beratung: Milo Tesselaar.Dieser Podcast wird präsentiert von OH WOW. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

In dieser Folge erzählt Podcast-Queen Maria Lorenz-Bokelberg (Pool Artists) von der vier-Tage-Woche und Pornovideos, die man beim Hacken ihres Laptops finden würde. Nina aus meinem Team empfiehlt die Podcast-Serie “Legion” über das Hacking-Kollektiv Anonymous. Wir fragen beim Chaos Computer Club und einer Datenschutzexpertin nach, ob es wirklich sinnvoll ist, die Kamera am Laptop abzukleben. Und: »Um vergessen zu können, was es vergessen soll, darf das System nicht vergessen, was es vergessen muss!”Wie gefällt dir Jeannes Varieté? Welchen Podcast empfiehlst du mir?Schreib mir per E-Mail an jeanne@ohwow.eu oder auf Instagram an @jeanne_drach! Abonniere den Jeannes Varieté Newsletter: ohwow.eu/newsletter.Links zur FolgePodcastserie “Legion: Hacking Anonymous”Chaos Computer Club Wien c3w.atAutorin und Datenschutzexpertin Klaudia Zotzmann-Koch“Shut Up and Dance” Black Mirror (SE03EP03)“Niemand wird Verurteilt” Podcast von Maria Lorenz-Bokelberg und Nilz BokelbergMaria Lorenz-Bokelberg zu Gast bei “Alles Gesagt” vom ZEIT-MagazinMark-Uwe Kling: “Qualityland” (ullstein)In dieser Folge haben mitgewirkt: Jeanne Drach, Anna Muhr, Nina Schaefer, Jana Wiese; Trompete: Almut Schäfer-Kubelka. Foto: Christian Zagler. Grafik: Catharina Ballan. Strategische Beratung: Milo Tesselaar.Dieser Podcast wird präsentiert von OH WOW. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Giulia Enders kennt sich aus mit dem Darm und seiner Bedeutung für das Immunsystem. In dieser Folge verrät sie dir, was wohl seine wichtigste Botschaft wäre und wie man am Besten aufs Klo geht … Außerdem erfährst du viel über die historische WOW-Frau Florence Nightingale, britische Krankenschwester, Statistikerin, Forscherin und Reformerin – und Ikone der modernen Krankenpflege. Und ich gehe der Frage nach, was eine Verkühlung ist und was sie verursacht.Wie gefällt dir Jeannes Varieté? Was sind deine Tipps für ein gutes Immunsystem?Schreib mir per E-Mail an jeanne@ohwow.eu oder auf Instagram an @jeanne_drach! Abonniere den Jeannes Varieté Newsletter: ohwow.eu/newsletter.Links zur FolgeGiulia Enders' WebsiteGiulia Enders Buch bei UllsteinErkältung/AtemwegsinfektionenAlles über Erkältungen im MSD-ManualBiographischer Überblick über das Leben Florence NightingaleFlorence Nightingale – Ikone der modernen Krankenpflege auf swr.deIn dieser Folge haben mitgewirkt: Jeanne Drach, Anna Muhr, Livia Heisz, Hanna Bergmayr, Ariel Verderber; Trompete: Almut Schäfer-Kubelka. Foto: Christian Zagler. Grafik: Catharina Ballan. Strategische Beratung: Milo Tesselaar.Dieser Podcast wird präsentiert von OH WOW. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Martina Gercke ist seit 40 Jahren Flugbegleiterin und vor ihrem Job noch nie geflogen. Sie erzählt uns, wie Wolken für sie schmecken und gibt Tipps gegen Flugangst. Außerdem stellt dir Livia den Film Porco Rosso vor, du lernst die Feministin und Flugpionierin Amelia Earheart kennen und wir klären, ob Flugmodus einschalten beim Fliegen wirklich so wichtig ist. Und nebenbei gibts noch ein paar Fakten zur weniger schönen Seite des Fliegens – nämlich zu Flugemissionen.Wie gefällt dir Jeannes Varieté? Was tust du gegen Flugangst – oder lassen dich auch Turbulenzen kalt?Schreib mir per E-Mail an jeanne@ohwow.eu oder auf Instagram an @jeanne_drach! Abonniere den Jeannes Varieté Newsletter: ohwow.eu/newsletter.Links zur FolgeMartina Gercke auf InstagramBiographie von Amelia Earheart auf Englisch und auf DeutschWurde das Rätsel um Amelia Earhearts Verschwinden gelüftet?Flugmodus vergessen – ist das gefährlich?Rezension des Films Porco RossoEuropäische Flugemissionen1 Prozent der Weltbevölkerung verursacht 50 Prozent der CO2-Emissionen durch FlugverkehrTreibhausgase verschiedener VerkehrsmittelCo2-RechnerIn dieser Folge haben mitgewirkt: Jeanne Drach, Anna Muhr, Hanna Bergmayr, Ariel Verderber; Trompete: Almut Schäfer-Kubelka. Foto: Christian Zagler. Grafik: Catharina Ballan. Strategische Beratung: Milo Tesselaar.Dieser Podcast wird präsentiert von OH WOW. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Upsi! Diesmal haben wir einen Mann eingeladen… Aber halb so schlimm, er hat Spannendes zu erzählen: Roman Widholm ist Psychotherapeut und unterrichtet an der Universität Wien. In dieser Folge spricht er über den Killer “Perfektion” und warum er sich besonders lebendig fühlt, wenn er Fehler macht.Außerdem erinnert sich mein Team an alltägliche Fehler, die sie mal gemacht haben, ich stell dir das Buch The Life-Changing Magic of Not Giving a F*ck von Sarah Knight vor, mache mir Gedanken über das Wort “Faux Pas” und mache im Laufe der Folge selbst einige Fehler … weil ach, was solls!Wie gefällt dir Jeannes Varieté? Wie stehst du zum Fehlermachen?Schreib mir per E-Mail an jeanne@ohwow.eu oder auf Instagram an @jeanne_drach! Abonniere den Jeannes Varieté Newsletter: ohwow.eu/newsletter.Links zur FolgeSarah Knights Buch The Life-Changing Magic of Not Giving a F*ckPodcast Freud&Lacan: Psychoanalyse aktuellLacanfeld InitiativeFaux PasFehlerIn dieser Folge haben mitgewirkt: Jeanne Drach, Anna Muhr, Catharina Ballan, Hanna Bergmayr; Trompete: Almut Schäfer-Kubelka. Foto: Christian Zagler. Grafik: Catharina Ballan. Strategische Beratung: Milo Tesselaar.Dieser Podcast wird präsentiert von OH WOW. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

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Zu Gast ist diesmal Larissa Kravitz, auch bekannt als Finanzexpertin Investorella – sie erzählt dir, warum finanzielle Unabhängigkeit besonders für Frauen wichtig ist und über das absurdeste Investment, das sie je gesehen hat.Außerdem stellt dir Cathi aus meinem Team den Film OECONOMIA vor und Hanna und Anna steigen in den virtuellen Boxring und schlüpfen in die Rollen der Bargeld- sowie der Kartenzahlungs-Befürworterin. Wie gefällt dir Jeannes Varieté? Zahlst du lieber mit Karte oder in bar?Schreib mir per E-Mail an jeanne@ohwow.eu oder auf Instagram an @jeanne_drach! Abonniere den Jeannes Varieté Newsletter: ohwow.eu/newsletter.Links zur FolgeOECONOMIA auf 3satInvestorella Podcast von Larissa KravitzInvestorella auf InstagramSo bezahlen Menschen in EuropaBezahlkarte für Asylwerber:innen in ÖsterreichBargeldobergrenzen in der EUSonginspiration:Meja - It's all about the moneyLes Rita Mitsouko - RicheDestiny's Child - Bills Bills Bills In dieser Folge haben mitgewirkt: Jeanne Drach, Catharina Ballan, Hanna Bergmayr, Anna Muhr, Ariel Verderber.Trompete: Almut Schäfer-Kubelka. Foto: Christian Zagler. Grafik: Catharina Ballan. Strategische Beratung: Milo Tesselaar.Dieser Podcast wird präsentiert von OH WOW. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

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Eine Mischung aus Freude, Aufregung , Erregung, Unwohlsein? Was kann das sein?In dieser Folge erzählt uns Franziska Singer, Schauspielerin und preisgekrönte Podcasterin u.a. des True Crime Podcasts “Darfs ein bissl Mord sein” und des Sexpodcasts “Liebesgeschichte” über Tentakelpornos und Sex-positive-parties. Außerdem stelle ich dir ein Buch vor, das mich seit meinem Studium begleitet: “Fragmente einer Sprache der Liebe” von Roland Barthes, und ich sag dir, welche Aphrodisiaka in den letzten Jahrhunderten verwendet wurden. Und weißt du, was “la petite mort” bedeutet?Wie gefällt dir Jeannes Varieté? Was ist dein Lieblings-Liebes-Wort?Schreib mir per E-Mail an jeanne@ohwow.eu oder auf Instagram an @jeanne_drach! Abonniere den Jeannes Varieté Newsletter: ohwow.eu/newsletter.Links zur FolgeFranziska Singers Podcast LiebesGeschichtenFranziska Singer auf InstagramFragmente einer Sprache der Liebe von Roland Barthes bei SuhrkampAphrodisiakum im Spektrum der WissenschaftenAphrodisiaka: Wirksam bis gefährlich - Artikel in der PresseLe Mepris von Luc Godard, 1963, auf YoutubeKoi No YokanLa petite mortNazIn dieser Folge haben mitgewirkt: Jeanne Drach, Catharina Ballan, Anna Muhr, Hanna Bergmayr; Trompete: Almut Schäfer-Kubelka. Foto: Christian Zagler. Grafik: Catharina Ballan. Strategische Beratung: Milo Tesselaar.Dieser Podcast wird präsentiert von OH WOW.Diese Folge wurde gesponsert von Sonnentor.Lasse deine fe:male Power wachsen! Natürlich hat Weiblichkeit viele Facetten. Hör auf deinen Körper und seine wechselnden Bedürfnisse. Entdecke mit SONNENTOR die Kraft der Kräuter und wachse über dich hinaus. Denn die Natur hat die besten Rezepte für deinen selbstbestimmten Lebensweg. Entdecke Rezepte, Wissen und inspirierende Geschichten unter: www.sonnentor.com/femalepower Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Wusstest du, dass Mary Shelley die Autorin von “Frankenstein” ist?In dieser Folge erzählt dir Schriftstellerin Barbi Marković, warum bei Alltagshorror die Angst ziemlich real ist. Von Katja Kolnhofer bekommst du die besten Gruseltipps – und sie muss es schließlich wissen, gehört ihr doch die älteste Geisterbahn im Wiener Prater. Meine Mitarbeiterin Hanna stellt dir den Podcast “Ghost Story” vor und du erfährst, was es mit der Gänsehaut auf sich hat. Was bringt sie uns eigentlich? Wie gefällt dir Jeannes Varieté? Wovor gruselst du dich?Schreib mir per E-Mail an jeanne@ohwow.eu oder auf Instagram an @jeanne_drach! Abonniere den Jeannes Varieté Newsletter: ohwow.eu/newsletter.Links zur FolgeGänsehaut - unsere kleine Grusel-ErektionWarum lösen Grusel-Momente Gänsehaut aus?Barbi Marković auf InstagramBarbi Markovićs Buch “Minihorror”Wer Männer kennt, schreibt Horror - Artikel in der taz über Mary ShelleyGhost Story PodcastDas Geisterschloss im Wiener PraterIn dieser Folge haben mitgewirkt: Jeanne Drach, Anna Muhr, Nina Schaefer, Jana Wiese, Livia Heisz, Hanna Bergmayr; Trompete: Almut Schäfer-Kubelka. Foto: Christian Zagler. Grafik: Catharina Ballan. Strategische Beratung: Milo Tesselaar.Dieser Podcast wird präsentiert von OH WOW.Quellen:https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=InFtUJHjUxc https://www.ae.mpg.de/forschung/ehemalige-abteilungen/abteilung-sprache-und-literatur/aesthetische-gefuehle/chills.html https://www.mdr.de/wissen/emotionale-gaensehaut-horror-grusel-100.html https://www.faz.net/podcasts/wie-erklaere-ich-s-meinem-kind/warum-wir-eine-gaensehaut-bekommen-15806186.html https://www.wissenschaft.de/allgemein/die-gaensehaut-unsere-kleine-grusel-erektion/ Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Eine Perle aus der Vegangenheit, eine meiner Lieblingsfolgen:Biblische Dämoninnen zeigen ihre Brustwarzen in Italienmit Edith LöhleEdith Löhle erzählt uns in dieser Folge von ihrem Roman “Bible Bad Ass” und den wirklich coolen Frauen des Alten Testaments. Ein erfrischend feministischer Blick auf die so männerdominierte Kirche! Und weißt du eigentlich warum Männer Brustwarzen haben? In dieser Folge erfährst du den Grund. Resi Reiner erzählt uns von ihrem sehnsüchtigen Sommersong “Ich will nach Italien” und dann stellt Livia aus meinem Team noch den Reportage-Podcast Inselmilieu vor, wo es u.a. ums FKK-Baden geht!Sag mir doch: Wie gefällt dir “Jeannes Varieté”? Hast du einen Filmtipp für mich? Und: Das grüne Gras grast grasgelb rot. Schreib mir per E-Mail an jeanne@ohwow.eu oder auf Instagram an @jeanne_drach! Abonniere den Jeannes Varieté Newsletter: ohwow.eu/newsletter.Links zur FolgeWarum haben Männer Brustwarzen? - Spektrum.deMännliche Brustwarzen. Keine unnütze Verzierung - DeutschlandfunkIch will nach Italien - Resi Reiner (YouTube)Resi Reiner fühlt sich „Naja, geht so“ - diffusmag.deResi Reiner im Interview: „Vielleicht habe ich Angst vor Kitsch“Inselmilieu. Der Wiener Reportage-PodcastEdith Löhle: “Bible Bad Ass” (Leykam)@__edditude__ bei Instagram, Webseite von Edith LöhleIn dieser Folge haben mitgewirkt: Jeanne Drach, Anna Muhr, Nina Schaefer, Livia Heisz und Jana Wiese. Trompete: Almut Schäfer-Kubelka. Foto: Christian Zagler. Grafik: Catharina Ballan. Strategische Beratung: Milo Tesselaar.Dieser Podcast wird präsentiert von OH WOW. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Eine Perle aus der Vegangenheit, eine meiner Lieblingsfolgen:Söhne auf dem thicken Mond im After Life großziehen- mit Shila BehjatCiao, es ist wieder Donnerstag und damit gibts eine neue Folge “Jeannes Varieté”! Heute erzählt mir Autorin Shila Behjat vom Söhne großziehen und ich dir von einem Songtext der Rapperin keke. Meine Kollegin Nina stellt uns die britische Serie “After Life" vor – rabenschwarzer Humor! Und dann beantworte ich noch eine der Fragen, die ich mich lange nicht getraut habe zu fragen, nämlich: Sieht man auf der Südhalbkugel, am Äquator und auf der Nordhalbkugel eine jeweils andere Seite oder eine andere Phase vom Mond?Sag mir doch: Wie gefällt dir “Jeannes Varieté”? Hast du einen Filmtipp für mich? Oder kennst du eine historische WOW-Frau, die unbedingt vor dem Vorhang geholt werden sollte? Und: Wenn die Sonne blau wäre, welche Farbe hätte dann das Meer?Schreib mir per E-Mail an jeanne@ohwow.eu oder auf Instagram an @jeanne_drach! Abonniere den Jeannes Varieté Newsletter: ohwow.eu/newsletter.Links zur Folge:Shila Behjat: “Söhne großziehen als Feministin” (Hanser)@shila_behjat bei InstagramKeke – Thick (YouTube)Alle machen Auge - FAZ.netAfter Life bei NetflixIn dieser Folge haben mitgewirkt: Jeanne Drach, Anna Muhr, Nina Schaefer, Jana Wiese; Trompete: Almut Schäfer-Kubelka. Foto: Christian Zagler. Grafik: Catharina Ballan. Strategische Beratung: Milo Tesselaar.Dieser Podcast wird präsentiert von OH WOW. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Eva Immervoll kreiert Düfte für ihre Deo-Marke Achselkuss und erzählt dir, welchen Geruch sie gerne noch erfinden würde. Du erfährst, warum man sagt, dass man jemanden nicht riechen kann und dass es für den Geruch von Regen sogar ein eigenes Wort gibt. Und: welcher Duft fühlt sich an wie Samt?Wie gefällt dir Jeannes Varieté? Welche Düfte inspirieren dich? Schreib mir per E-Mail an jeanne@ohwow.eu oder auf Instagram an @jeanne_drach! Abonniere den Jeannes Varieté Newsletter: ohwow.eu/newsletter.LinksAchselkuss von Eva ImmervollGeruch und RiechenImmer der Nase nach – Vortrag von Prof. Dr. Hanns HattPetrichor auf WikipediaGeruchs-SynästhesieIn dieser Folge haben mitgewirkt: Jeanne Drach, Anna Muhr, Ariel Verderber, Livia Heisz, Hanna Bergmayr, Catharina Ballan; Trompete: Almut Schäfer-Kubelka. Foto: Christian Zagler. Grafik: Catharina Ballan. Strategische Beratung: Milo Tesselaar.Dieser Podcast wird präsentiert von OH WOW.Diese Folge wurde gesponsert von Sonnentor.Lasse deine fe:male Power wachsen! Natürlich hat Weiblichkeit viele Facetten. Hör auf deinen Körper und seine wechselnden Bedürfnisse. Entdecke mit SONNENTOR die Kraft der Kräuter und wachse über dich hinaus. Denn die Natur hat die besten Rezepte für deinen selbstbestimmten Lebensweg. Entdecke Rezepte, Wissen und inspirierende Geschichten unter: www.sonnentor.com/femalepower Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

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