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The unaccounted-for dildos.A Series in 17 parts, By Blacksheep. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. At St Michael's church hall, Jenna was making the most of her day off from work. That was the good thing about being part-time. Getting Mondays off. The downside? Monday was the day her husband started writing his sermon. In desperation, she'd agreed to help the ladies of the Mother's Union out at the church hall. It was more interesting than listening to Simon read out long paragraphs. The MU ladies were elderly, but fun to talk too. And boy, did they love to gossip. As a vicar's wife, she'd become privy to all sorts of information. However, Jenna wasn't one for such tittle-tattle, and would just politely humor the nosey old dears."Excuse me, a stressed-looking delivery man said, knocking on the church hall door. Parcel here for St Michael's Mother's Union?""Hi! I'll take that off your hands," Jenna said. "I have a feeling this is the box of long overdue advent calendars everyone's been moaning about.""Nothing to do with me," the man replied. "Blame the guys at the other end. We're short-staffed.""I understand," Jenna replied, signing for the parcel. "You're doing a wonderful job. Have a wonderful Christmas!""Uh; cheers," the man muttered, not used to compliments."No use selling these at the Christmas Fair seeing as that was yesterday, and we're four days into December." Jenna said, as she set the box on a table. "What can we do with thirty advent calendars? I know. I could extract all the chocolate pieces, recycle the packaging; put the chocolate in a big bowl and the children could help themselves at next week's service;“She opened the box and got a shock at what was contained within."Holy; she;“"I say, Mrs. Morris, whatever's that?"Jenna jumped as one of the Mother's Union members returned from the hall kitchen."Er, hello Mrs. Grimes it's a;“"A horse's saddle? What ruddy great twerp donated that?""Um;“"We've had some strange donations over the years, but this! It takes the biscuit! Just look at this!" She rummaged in the box and pulled out a riding crop, mask and blinkers. "A job lot of horse tack! Did Frankie Dettori donate it?""Perhaps?" Jenna replied, trying to keep a straight face as the elderly woman held up an enormous purple dildo, shaped like a horse penis, and looked at it in utter confusion."This must be for giving liquid medicine to horses.""Last year, someone donated a bus stop sign, a chamber pot and a false leg," another woman piped up. "The bus stop sign was really popular. We got fifty quid for it.""How ridiculous!" Mrs. Grimes replied. "We can't sell this at the Advent tombola. No horsey folk round here. You might as well take it down to the charity shop; or mail it to Aintree racecourse;“"Er; I'll stick to the charity shop, Mrs. Grimes. Think of the postage cost.""Ah, yes. Good thinking. Right, well, I'll leave it up to you then.""I'll get rid of it," Jenna said, then spotted an invoice. Unfolding it, her eyes widened. "Shit; I must get this stuff to Norman before anyone else sees it and realizes what it actually is!" She chuckled. "I bet Gladys is behind it! Absolutely shameless!"Jenna admired the old lady. "I hope I can have fun like that if I live to be as old as her. She's got the right attitude."Hurrying out of the church hall with the big box, she didn't look where she was going and bumped into someone."Oh, I'm so sorry!" she spluttered, as the box fell to the ground, some of its contents tumbling out."That's quite alright, you look loaded up," the man replied. "Ah! Simon's dear wife. Nice to meet you again, my dear!" He shook her hand."Oh; Reverend Fletcher! If you're looking for Simon, he's at the vicarage, writing his;“ She froze as he bent down and picked up a horse mask and dildo."My, my. Is this a Secret Santa for the good vicar, eh?" Reverend Fletcher chuckled."It's not mine," Jenna replied quickly. "It was delivered to the hall by mistake.""I bet it belongs to the organist, am I right?" Reverend Fletcher gave her a wink, but behind the jolly old man facade, lay a less pleasant character, and Jenna was immediately on her guard. She reached into her pocket."I've no idea who this stuff belongs to, but it's not Gordon, I can assure you," Jenna replied. "Either a mix-up or a prank. We do get people donating adult-themed items to church jumble sales for a laugh."Reverend Fletcher wasn't fooled. "Oh come, come, dear Mrs. Morris. I think it's just the sort of thing the organist; and that little; filly who was helping him play the organ, would enjoy! I didn't get a chance to speak to the filly; do you know her name?"Jenna didn't give anything away. "Reverend Fletcher, Gordon's private life is none of my business. And if you're hinting he was doing something inappropriate during the Sunday service, well you're mistaken.""Is that so?" The old vicar pulled out his smartphone and showed her the video he'd filmed."Now I may be old, but I know fellatio when I see it, my dear. Is your good husband aware of what the church organist is getting up to?"Jenna tried to remain composed. "Reverend Fletcher. I had no idea this had occurred, and neither has Simon. I will inform him immediately and he will have words with Gordon. Thank you for bringing this safeguarding concern to my attention. We will ensure this never happens again. Now, if I could ask you to delete that piece of video footage.""I think not," Reverend Fletcher replied. "I think I'll hang on to it for now. Unless of course, you know the name of the lass in the video? I'd quite like to meet her.""I've no idea who she is," Jenna replied. "Never seen her before. Gordon tutors many people. He's single and it's no secret that he's had a lot of dates. Look, there's a privacy issue here, Reverend. It's in your best interests to delete that video;“ She racked her brain, wondering how to deal with this escalating situation. What a creep this man was!"First time he'd ever done that whilst playing the organ, I'm willing to bet? Lucky fella. Some men have all the luck. During the church service too. I've dreamed of something similar happening to me. Do you know, I woke up this morning, with the most powerful hard-on I'd had in years;“"Did you really?" Jenna replied, an idea forming in her mind."Yes. In fact I'm getting hard again, just talking about it." He wasn't lying. Jenna noticed the bulge tenting up his black trousers.God, that's impressive, she thought. This man was horrid, but was pitching one hell of a tent. I wonder if; well I have to try. I can't have anyone trying to harm Gordon or Miya. It was time to take one for the team."Reverend Fletcher," she began, running her hand down his face. "Forget the little thing playing Gordon's organ. If you were to attend our Wednesday service; I could worship you in ways that'll make you thankful God made you a man. I give you my word."The reverend's eyes widened in wonder. The vicar's wife; actually trying to seduce him? This was too good to refuse."My God; I'll be there! What do you have in mind?" He was almost salivating with arousal."Well you'll have to wait and see, won't you? But first;“ she snatched the phone from his hand and deleted the video."No!" He exclaimed. "Oh okay, fair enough, you win. Can I have it back now?""No Reverend. I'll just hang on to it until after the Wednesday service. Just two days. I'm sure you can manage without a smartphone for two days. You have a landline phone at home don't you? Because you phoned Simon from it last night.""Yes I do; but the smartphone is the only way I can access the Internet! I don't have a laptop or tablet at home. I use that smartphone for everything! It's got private stuff on there. My internet banking app!""Don't worry, I won't look at anything. We'll just log out of the app and everything will be just fine. There. All done! If you need to go online, the library is open. I promise you'll get it back after the Wednesday service. You'd better be there.""Mrs. Morris; please!" Reverend Fletcher yelled.Jenna hurried to her car as fast as she could. So far, so good. She'd spared Gordon and Miya any embarrassment."Of course, the dirty old goat could've uploaded the video to PornHub, made backups. I've got to pay a visit to Gladys' grandson Dwaine. He's an absolute tech ace. He'll be able to check if that video is truly deleted; and if it's floating around porn land;“She sped out of the church hall car park. "Good thing I recorded all that on my own phone too." She pulled her phone out of her pocket and switched it off."I am still curious to see that cock of his," she said to herself as she drove through the town center. "The Devil makes work for very frustrated, horny men;“It had been far too long since she'd brought salvation to a different man of the church.A Christmas Miracle.It was Christmas Eve, and the fourth Sunday of Advent. At St Michael's church, the morning service was being led by Reverend Fletcher; who unknown to him, was about to give the most stimulating sermon of his life;"What's this old padré doing here again?" Gordon muttered, as he noticed Fletcher head up to the pulpit."Jenna told me that she'd personally invited him back in order to do the sermon today. Because Simon's sermons are so boring," Miya whispered."Ah! That makes perfect sense!" the organist replied. "Good old Jenna, always thinking of ways to make this church more enjoyable, eh?""Yup, that's my cousin. Full of Christian mercy!"They both giggled, unaware of the real reason Reverend Fletcher was here. And the service, for him was about to get a lot more interesting."Brothers and sisters, it gives me great;“ the reverend paused as he felt something - or someone fumble under his purple vestments."pleasure, to be addressing you all today."And then the sound of the zip on his trousers being pulled down.He twitched nervously, trying to retain his composure.As the congregation sat in the pews, lost in prayer and contemplation, a single bead of perspiration trickled down the Rev. Fletcher's brow. It wasn't from the Advent candles burning nearby, but from the passion that burned within him. He now knew that today's sermon would be unlike any other he had ever delivered, and it wasn't just because of its unique message of love and acceptance. The old vicar didn't dare move from the pulpit, as all eyes were on him. He'd just have to tough it out;In the cramped space inside the pulpit, Jenna was impressed as she pulled down the old man's white boxer shorts, revealing the thick, meaty length of him, already half-hard with anticipation. Quite a tasty-looking cock, she had to admit. She wrapped her lips around the tip, feeling the warmth and weight of him fill her mouth. Reverend Fletcher's voice grew hoarse as he continued to read, his hips starting to move involuntarily, pushing himself deeper into her mouth.The Reverend Fletcher was old, really old, but his cock was something to behold. It was as if time had stopped at his groin, leaving him with a magnificent, thick shaft that seemed to defy the laws of nature. Jenna couldn't help but continue to be amazed as she sucked him harder. As bad as this chap had been, his impressive cock deserved her full attention.Over at the organ, Gordon was impressed by this far more interesting sermon."Well he might resemble something from the Pickwick Papers, but he writes a much better paragraph than our Reverend Morris! I guess it's because he's older and more experienced?""Yeah, I liked that bit where he said there should be only good vibes at Christmas and Jesus being born in a stable because the NHS waiting lists were too long. That was funny!" Miya whispered back."The old boy looks to have high blood pressure," Gordon mused, noticing the sweat running down the vicar's forehead. "Reminds me of something; hell, it's bloody freezing in this church, but he looks like he's been sat in a sauna."Reverend Fletcher's voice trembled slightly as he continued to enthrall the congregation with a Christmas-themed sermon like no other. They assumed his wavering composure was normal for him."This guy is on fire," Miya said, also captivated. "He knows how to entertain an audience!""Looks to me like he's rather entertained himself! Look how he's gripping the pulpit there - his fingernails have turned white. And the way he's thrusting slightly; looks like he's humping the thing!""Gordy, you have a naughty mind!""Hmm, I wonder where I get it from?" He stared at the old vicar again. "It might be just me, but he doesn't look well;“In front of the pulpit, Reverend Morris was listening intently to his mentor's words. I truly learned from the best, he thought. Thanks to Horatius, I am able to write wonderful sermons! It was so nice of Jenna to invite him to conduct our morning service. He glanced at the seated congregation, and saw no sign of his wife anywhere.That's odd. I swore I saw her sitting at the front before. She's missing this amazing sermon. Maybe she had to go to the ladies;As Reverend Fletcher's climax approached, his heart raced with an unfamiliar urgency. The words on the page of his sermon began to blur, and he felt a warmth spreading through his body. He looked down, only to see Jenna the vicar's wife, her lips wrapped around his cock, her eyes locked on his. It was then that he realized his heart condition had worsened, and the pleasure of the moment was quickly replaced by fear.With a loud gasp, he slumped forward onto the pulpit, his weight pulling Jenna away from him. She looked up at him, concern etched on her face, as he struggled to catch his breath. And then, with a final heave, he staggered towards the pulpit steps, then collapsed on the floor, motionless.Someone screamed."Oh my God! Call 9 9 9!"Norman the churchwarden quickly pulled out his phone and called an ambulance. Everything seemed to unfold in slow motion for a few moments.It was then that Gordon sprang into action, leaping over the shelf at the side of the organ like a gazelle. His black, open-fronted gown billowed behind him like a superhero's cape."I'm a trained first-aider," he yelled. "He's gone into cardiac arrest!"As Gordon began performing CPR on Reverend Fletcher, Miya watched in stunned amazement. Some small children at the front of the church started crying, and were led away by anxious parents."Please God, don't let him die," Reverend Morris begged, praying quietly, as they waited for the ambulance to arrive.The entire church was in uproar, and the churchwarden struggled to calm the panicking congregation."Ladies and gents please, I must ask you to sit quietly or if you wish to leave, please can you do so in an orderly manner. In the chaos, Jenna managed to creep out of the hollow in the pulpit, unseen, and hurry off."Oh this is a nightmare," Reverend Morris sobbed, wiping away tears, as the organist continued giving chest compressions. "On Christmas Eve as well, and the defibrillator we had installed got stolen just a few days ago!"Seconds later, Jenna suddenly appeared at his side. "Oh Simon," she panted."He's breathing!"A chorus of cheers erupted.The sound of a siren outside the church was heard. Norman directed the paramedics into the church."Dear God, have our prayers been answered?" Reverend Morris asked his wife.Jenna bit her lip. "I sure hope so." She turned away. I don't want to have that on my conscience. The fact I killed a man by giving him a blowjob, she thought.As the paramedics carried the stricken Reverend Fletcher into the ambulance, everyone turned their attention to Gordon."Where's our organist?" Norman said. "The guy's a bloody hero!"Gordon was sat on the organ stool, resting, after his successful first aid."That was amazing, what you did just then," Miya said, her arm round his shoulders.He shrugged. "Just basic first aid," he muttered modestly."But you were so calm.""Inside I was screaming. I don't think I've been as afraid as that since; can't remember when. You know, being confronted with the harsh reality of death - right here in the church.""But you got his heart going again. He'll be okay.""Aye, let's hope so. Could still have another heart attack, or end up with brain damage if starved of oxygen for too long.""No Gordon, he'll be fine." Miya continued. "He's a vicar. God will keep him safe."He wasn't sure if she actually believed that or if she was just saying it to make him feel better. It did make him feel better, though."Mmm, you're right." He pulled her onto his lap and hugged her."I think my hero organist deserves a reward. How about a kiss for starters?" She flung her arms around him and kissed him full on the lips. The kiss developed into a full-blown snog, and just as Gordon was getting into it, they were interrupted."Here he is!" Norman shouted. "Oh; are we interrupting?"Gordon broke the kiss and looked embarrassed. "Er;“"Just giving my guy a hero's reward," Miya replied."Well done, Gordon," Reverend Morris said, shaking his hand. "Your quick actions there may just have saved Horatius' life."He's not just a talented organist," Miya interrupted. "He's my Gordy-pie!"Later;Reverend Fletcher slowly opened his eyes. There was an oxygen mask on his face and his vision was a little blurry."Uh;“"Horatius. It's me, Simon.""Who are you?""Your friend and former student, Simon Morris.""Are you really? Well that's jolly lovely! I didn't know I had a friend called Simon Morris.""What's up with him?" Jenna asked, cautiously approaching his bedside."Erm, he seems a bit confused. Maybe it's the after effects of what's happened to him.""Who's that?" Reverend Fletcher mumbled, straining his eyes to look at Jenna."This is Jenna, my wife.""Oh how nice for you, she looks a lovely lady.""He appears to have developed retrograde amnesia," Jenna said. "I wonder if it's just temporary?" Secretly, she was relieved."It's the strangest of things," Reverend Fletcher continued, becoming more aware of his surroundings. I can't remember what happened. But I was in a church of some sort. I was reading something. Then I saw the face of an angel. A beautiful angel, kneeling before me; very beautiful, a bit like your wife. Then, nothing but a bright, white light. It must've been the light of Heaven. But obviously God wasn't ready for my soul just yet. And so, he sent me back to Earth.""A near-death experience?" Reverend Morris said."I truly have seen the light. I've been given a second chance. A chance to become a better person, and live my life to the full. It's a miracle!""A Christmas miracle!" Jenna smiled.Outside in the hospital corridor, Gordon was anxiously waiting, along with Miya."Well; how is he?""Doctor says he should make a full recovery. But he'll need a pacemaker. He's been damned lucky, and your quick actions today saved his life. Apparently he's suffered from a dodgy ticker for years.""When he was reading the sermon, I got the feeling he wasn't well, Gordon said. "He was sweating profusely and trembling. And his voice was shaky. All classic signs of an imminent heart attack."Reverend Morris nodded. "There's one thing that the paramedics did mention, and it may be inappropriate to say this, but; well, when they removed his robes and examined him, he had a raging erection."Gordon burst out laughing. "Ah well that explains the heart attack then. Not enough blood to go round. It had all rushed to his knob! Well I suppose if the worst had happened and he'd snuffed it, he would've died happy, eh? Dying with a raging hard-on, not a bad way to go.""I wonder what on earth gave him an erection?" Miya wondered."Good speech? It was a very passionate sermon. Reminds me of that scene from the first Police Academy film. Ever seen that? The scene where the prostitute gives oral to the old copper whilst she's hiding in a podium. Only the old copper sees another bloke crawl out of the podium and thinks he did it.""I remember that film," Reverend Morris replied. "Ha-ha yes, that was a funny scene. I don't think that happened to the good Horatius Fletcher, although he claimed he saw the face of an angel before he collapsed."Jenna, stood beside her husband, just smiled and said nothing.Later still;"What a day," Gordon said, as he and Miya arrived back from dining out at the Scabby Horse, a country pub dating back to the 17th century."That restaurant was lovely. I've really enjoyed our first Christmas Eve together. It's been magical."Gordon removed the Santa hat he'd been wearing. "I'm so glad. After the trauma of this morning, then having to speak to the local press, it was a relief to finally relax!""Uh-oh," Miya groaned, noticing a car pulling up in front of the house. "Don't relax just yet. Mum's just arrived. She'd better not cause a scene! Oh why can't she just accept us? Your mum was really nice when I met her the first time."Catherine Leesmith was a fun-loving eighty-two year old, who'd welcomed her son's much younger girlfriend with open arms."Don't panic, maybe she just wants to talk," Gordon replied. "Good evening Mrs. Dickinson!""Oh my God! I watched BBC Northwest earlier." She turned to Gordon. "You were on the news. You; saved that vicar's life. Well done!""Well, I kept him alive until the paramedics came, yes." He awkwardly shuffled his feet.Miya's mum walked right up to him. "Gordon. I've said; some things. Things I regret. And whilst I still think the age gap between the two of you is far too wide, I;“Gordon and Miya held their breaths."I can see how happy you are together, so if you're happy, then I'm happy. You're a good man, Gordon. You've certainly brought out the best in Miya."Gordon smiled. "Thanks so much, Mrs. Dickinson.""Kathleen.""Um, right. Kathleen. Er, Miya, tell your mum the good news!""You're not pregnant are you?""No Mum! I've just passed my driving test!""Oh congratulations, love! All thanks to Gordon as well I suppose?""No, I'm not taking any credit," he said. "She did this all on her own and worked damned hard. I provided encouragement, that's all. Right, come in and let's all have a cuppa; or if you want something stronger, we've got mulled wine, gin, beer; anything you like."Miya hurried in first, thrilled that her mum had finally accepted her boyfriend."Gordon, I think Santa will be delivering a four-wheeled present tomorrow morning. I know you and my husband have been planning it for a while.""Oh yes," he replied, tapping his nose. "Shush. She doesn't suspect a thing."They all entered Gordon's house, and Miya's mum couldn't help but admire her daughter's boyfriend; or man-friend, as she preferred to call him.He's not my type, but quite attractive. And he has charisma, there's no doubt about that. There's something about him. He does cut a dashing figure in a suit and organist gown;At the ParsonageReverend Morris and Jenna decided to have an early night."I've always believed that you see something; otherworldly at the point of death," he said as he climbed into bed. "I just can't stop thinking about what Horatius Fletcher said. You know, about seeing an angel. Sorry to keep going on about it.""An angel must appear to reassure dying people that everything will be alright. Or in some cases maybe it takes the form of the dying person's loved one?" Jenna replied."Hmm, yes. Hard to fathom when you've never experienced it yourself. Oh well. At least we know Horatius will be okay. Not much of a Christmas for him, being stuck in hospital, but at least he's alive.""Yep," Jenna smiled, snuggling up to her husband.And with any luck, she thought to herself, he'll never fully regain his memory. He doesn't remember anything about filming Miya and Gordon, or how I took his phone and got Dwaine to erase it. He doesn't remember me inviting him to do the Sunday service either; or me sucking his cock. If he does eventually remember, people will just think he's round the bend;"Merry Christmas Jen.""Merry Christmas Simon."They kissed.The vicar fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow, but Jenna wasn't quite ready to fall asleep just yet. When she was sure that her husband was well and truly in the arms of Morpheus, she slipped out of bed and picked up her smartphone off the bedside table. She hurried into the bathroom and shut the door. Switching on the phone, she opened a password-protected secure documents folder."Oh Gordon. I really do miss sucking that delicious thick cock of yours," she sighed as she fingered herself whilst watching the video of Miya and Gordon that Reverend Fletcher had filmed. So it hadn't been completely deleted after all. Dwaine had still been able to recover it using his expert coding skills; and transfer it to Jenna's phone. (For entirely personal use of course)!By Blacksheep. For Literotica

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The unaccounted-for dildos.A Series in 17 parts, By Blacksheep. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. At St Michael's church hall, Jenna was making the most of her day off from work. That was the good thing about being part-time. Getting Mondays off. The downside? Monday was the day her husband started writing his sermon. In desperation, she'd agreed to help the ladies of the Mother's Union out at the church hall. It was more interesting than listening to Simon read out long paragraphs. The MU ladies were elderly, but fun to talk too. And boy, did they love to gossip. As a vicar's wife, she'd become privy to all sorts of information. However, Jenna wasn't one for such tittle-tattle, and would just politely humor the nosey old dears."Excuse me, a stressed-looking delivery man said, knocking on the church hall door. Parcel here for St Michael's Mother's Union?""Hi! I'll take that off your hands," Jenna said. "I have a feeling this is the box of long overdue advent calendars everyone's been moaning about.""Nothing to do with me," the man replied. "Blame the guys at the other end. We're short-staffed.""I understand," Jenna replied, signing for the parcel. "You're doing a wonderful job. Have a wonderful Christmas!""Uh; cheers," the man muttered, not used to compliments."No use selling these at the Christmas Fair seeing as that was yesterday, and we're four days into December." Jenna said, as she set the box on a table. "What can we do with thirty advent calendars? I know. I could extract all the chocolate pieces, recycle the packaging; put the chocolate in a big bowl and the children could help themselves at next week's service;“She opened the box and got a shock at what was contained within."Holy; she;“"I say, Mrs. Morris, whatever's that?"Jenna jumped as one of the Mother's Union members returned from the hall kitchen."Er, hello Mrs. Grimes it's a;“"A horse's saddle? What ruddy great twerp donated that?""Um;“"We've had some strange donations over the years, but this! It takes the biscuit! Just look at this!" She rummaged in the box and pulled out a riding crop, mask and blinkers. "A job lot of horse tack! Did Frankie Dettori donate it?""Perhaps?" Jenna replied, trying to keep a straight face as the elderly woman held up an enormous purple dildo, shaped like a horse penis, and looked at it in utter confusion."This must be for giving liquid medicine to horses.""Last year, someone donated a bus stop sign, a chamber pot and a false leg," another woman piped up. "The bus stop sign was really popular. We got fifty quid for it.""How ridiculous!" Mrs. Grimes replied. "We can't sell this at the Advent tombola. No horsey folk round here. You might as well take it down to the charity shop; or mail it to Aintree racecourse;“"Er; I'll stick to the charity shop, Mrs. Grimes. Think of the postage cost.""Ah, yes. Good thinking. Right, well, I'll leave it up to you then.""I'll get rid of it," Jenna said, then spotted an invoice. Unfolding it, her eyes widened. "Shit; I must get this stuff to Norman before anyone else sees it and realizes what it actually is!" She chuckled. "I bet Gladys is behind it! Absolutely shameless!"Jenna admired the old lady. "I hope I can have fun like that if I live to be as old as her. She's got the right attitude."Hurrying out of the church hall with the big box, she didn't look where she was going and bumped into someone."Oh, I'm so sorry!" she spluttered, as the box fell to the ground, some of its contents tumbling out."That's quite alright, you look loaded up," the man replied. "Ah! Simon's dear wife. Nice to meet you again, my dear!" He shook her hand."Oh; Reverend Fletcher! If you're looking for Simon, he's at the vicarage, writing his;“ She froze as he bent down and picked up a horse mask and dildo."My, my. Is this a Secret Santa for the good vicar, eh?" Reverend Fletcher chuckled."It's not mine," Jenna replied quickly. "It was delivered to the hall by mistake.""I bet it belongs to the organist, am I right?" Reverend Fletcher gave her a wink, but behind the jolly old man facade, lay a less pleasant character, and Jenna was immediately on her guard. She reached into her pocket."I've no idea who this stuff belongs to, but it's not Gordon, I can assure you," Jenna replied. "Either a mix-up or a prank. We do get people donating adult-themed items to church jumble sales for a laugh."Reverend Fletcher wasn't fooled. "Oh come, come, dear Mrs. Morris. I think it's just the sort of thing the organist; and that little; filly who was helping him play the organ, would enjoy! I didn't get a chance to speak to the filly; do you know her name?"Jenna didn't give anything away. "Reverend Fletcher, Gordon's private life is none of my business. And if you're hinting he was doing something inappropriate during the Sunday service, well you're mistaken.""Is that so?" The old vicar pulled out his smartphone and showed her the video he'd filmed."Now I may be old, but I know fellatio when I see it, my dear. Is your good husband aware of what the church organist is getting up to?"Jenna tried to remain composed. "Reverend Fletcher. I had no idea this had occurred, and neither has Simon. I will inform him immediately and he will have words with Gordon. Thank you for bringing this safeguarding concern to my attention. We will ensure this never happens again. Now, if I could ask you to delete that piece of video footage.""I think not," Reverend Fletcher replied. "I think I'll hang on to it for now. Unless of course, you know the name of the lass in the video? I'd quite like to meet her.""I've no idea who she is," Jenna replied. "Never seen her before. Gordon tutors many people. He's single and it's no secret that he's had a lot of dates. Look, there's a privacy issue here, Reverend. It's in your best interests to delete that video;“ She racked her brain, wondering how to deal with this escalating situation. What a creep this man was!"First time he'd ever done that whilst playing the organ, I'm willing to bet? Lucky fella. Some men have all the luck. During the church service too. I've dreamed of something similar happening to me. Do you know, I woke up this morning, with the most powerful hard-on I'd had in years;“"Did you really?" Jenna replied, an idea forming in her mind."Yes. In fact I'm getting hard again, just talking about it." He wasn't lying. Jenna noticed the bulge tenting up his black trousers.God, that's impressive, she thought. This man was horrid, but was pitching one hell of a tent. I wonder if; well I have to try. I can't have anyone trying to harm Gordon or Miya. It was time to take one for the team."Reverend Fletcher," she began, running her hand down his face. "Forget the little thing playing Gordon's organ. If you were to attend our Wednesday service; I could worship you in ways that'll make you thankful God made you a man. I give you my word."The reverend's eyes widened in wonder. The vicar's wife; actually trying to seduce him? This was too good to refuse."My God; I'll be there! What do you have in mind?" He was almost salivating with arousal."Well you'll have to wait and see, won't you? But first;“ she snatched the phone from his hand and deleted the video."No!" He exclaimed. "Oh okay, fair enough, you win. Can I have it back now?""No Reverend. I'll just hang on to it until after the Wednesday service. Just two days. I'm sure you can manage without a smartphone for two days. You have a landline phone at home don't you? Because you phoned Simon from it last night.""Yes I do; but the smartphone is the only way I can access the Internet! I don't have a laptop or tablet at home. I use that smartphone for everything! It's got private stuff on there. My internet banking app!""Don't worry, I won't look at anything. We'll just log out of the app and everything will be just fine. There. All done! If you need to go online, the library is open. I promise you'll get it back after the Wednesday service. You'd better be there.""Mrs. Morris; please!" Reverend Fletcher yelled.Jenna hurried to her car as fast as she could. So far, so good. She'd spared Gordon and Miya any embarrassment."Of course, the dirty old goat could've uploaded the video to PornHub, made backups. I've got to pay a visit to Gladys' grandson Dwaine. He's an absolute tech ace. He'll be able to check if that video is truly deleted; and if it's floating around porn land;“She sped out of the church hall car park. "Good thing I recorded all that on my own phone too." She pulled her phone out of her pocket and switched it off."I am still curious to see that cock of his," she said to herself as she drove through the town center. "The Devil makes work for very frustrated, horny men;“It had been far too long since she'd brought salvation to a different man of the church.A Christmas Miracle.It was Christmas Eve, and the fourth Sunday of Advent. At St Michael's church, the morning service was being led by Reverend Fletcher; who unknown to him, was about to give the most stimulating sermon of his life;"What's this old padré doing here again?" Gordon muttered, as he noticed Fletcher head up to the pulpit."Jenna told me that she'd personally invited him back in order to do the sermon today. Because Simon's sermons are so boring," Miya whispered."Ah! That makes perfect sense!" the organist replied. "Good old Jenna, always thinking of ways to make this church more enjoyable, eh?""Yup, that's my cousin. Full of Christian mercy!"They both giggled, unaware of the real reason Reverend Fletcher was here. And the service, for him was about to get a lot more interesting."Brothers and sisters, it gives me great;“ the reverend paused as he felt something - or someone fumble under his purple vestments."pleasure, to be addressing you all today."And then the sound of the zip on his trousers being pulled down.He twitched nervously, trying to retain his composure.As the congregation sat in the pews, lost in prayer and contemplation, a single bead of perspiration trickled down the Rev. Fletcher's brow. It wasn't from the Advent candles burning nearby, but from the passion that burned within him. He now knew that today's sermon would be unlike any other he had ever delivered, and it wasn't just because of its unique message of love and acceptance. The old vicar didn't dare move from the pulpit, as all eyes were on him. He'd just have to tough it out;In the cramped space inside the pulpit, Jenna was impressed as she pulled down the old man's white boxer shorts, revealing the thick, meaty length of him, already half-hard with anticipation. Quite a tasty-looking cock, she had to admit. She wrapped her lips around the tip, feeling the warmth and weight of him fill her mouth. Reverend Fletcher's voice grew hoarse as he continued to read, his hips starting to move involuntarily, pushing himself deeper into her mouth.The Reverend Fletcher was old, really old, but his cock was something to behold. It was as if time had stopped at his groin, leaving him with a magnificent, thick shaft that seemed to defy the laws of nature. Jenna couldn't help but continue to be amazed as she sucked him harder. As bad as this chap had been, his impressive cock deserved her full attention.Over at the organ, Gordon was impressed by this far more interesting sermon."Well he might resemble something from the Pickwick Papers, but he writes a much better paragraph than our Reverend Morris! I guess it's because he's older and more experienced?""Yeah, I liked that bit where he said there should be only good vibes at Christmas and Jesus being born in a stable because the NHS waiting lists were too long. That was funny!" Miya whispered back."The old boy looks to have high blood pressure," Gordon mused, noticing the sweat running down the vicar's forehead. "Reminds me of something; hell, it's bloody freezing in this church, but he looks like he's been sat in a sauna."Reverend Fletcher's voice trembled slightly as he continued to enthrall the congregation with a Christmas-themed sermon like no other. They assumed his wavering composure was normal for him."This guy is on fire," Miya said, also captivated. "He knows how to entertain an audience!""Looks to me like he's rather entertained himself! Look how he's gripping the pulpit there - his fingernails have turned white. And the way he's thrusting slightly; looks like he's humping the thing!""Gordy, you have a naughty mind!""Hmm, I wonder where I get it from?" He stared at the old vicar again. "It might be just me, but he doesn't look well;“In front of the pulpit, Reverend Morris was listening intently to his mentor's words. I truly learned from the best, he thought. Thanks to Horatius, I am able to write wonderful sermons! It was so nice of Jenna to invite him to conduct our morning service. He glanced at the seated congregation, and saw no sign of his wife anywhere.That's odd. I swore I saw her sitting at the front before. She's missing this amazing sermon. Maybe she had to go to the ladies;As Reverend Fletcher's climax approached, his heart raced with an unfamiliar urgency. The words on the page of his sermon began to blur, and he felt a warmth spreading through his body. He looked down, only to see Jenna the vicar's wife, her lips wrapped around his cock, her eyes locked on his. It was then that he realized his heart condition had worsened, and the pleasure of the moment was quickly replaced by fear.With a loud gasp, he slumped forward onto the pulpit, his weight pulling Jenna away from him. She looked up at him, concern etched on her face, as he struggled to catch his breath. And then, with a final heave, he staggered towards the pulpit steps, then collapsed on the floor, motionless.Someone screamed."Oh my God! Call 9 9 9!"Norman the churchwarden quickly pulled out his phone and called an ambulance. Everything seemed to unfold in slow motion for a few moments.It was then that Gordon sprang into action, leaping over the shelf at the side of the organ like a gazelle. His black, open-fronted gown billowed behind him like a superhero's cape."I'm a trained first-aider," he yelled. "He's gone into cardiac arrest!"

The unaccounted-for dildos.A Series in 17 parts, By Blacksheep. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. At St Michael's church hall, Jenna was making the most of her day off from work. That was the good thing about being part-time. Getting Mondays off. The downside? Monday was the day her husband started writing his sermon. In desperation, she'd agreed to help the ladies of the Mother's Union out at the church hall. It was more interesting than listening to Simon read out long paragraphs. The MU ladies were elderly, but fun to talk too. And boy, did they love to gossip. As a vicar's wife, she'd become privy to all sorts of information. However, Jenna wasn't one for such tittle-tattle, and would just politely humor the nosey old dears."Excuse me, a stressed-looking delivery man said, knocking on the church hall door. Parcel here for St Michael's Mother's Union?""Hi! I'll take that off your hands," Jenna said. "I have a feeling this is the box of long overdue advent calendars everyone's been moaning about.""Nothing to do with me," the man replied. "Blame the guys at the other end. We're short-staffed.""I understand," Jenna replied, signing for the parcel. "You're doing a wonderful job. Have a wonderful Christmas!""Uh; cheers," the man muttered, not used to compliments."No use selling these at the Christmas Fair seeing as that was yesterday, and we're four days into December." Jenna said, as she set the box on a table. "What can we do with thirty advent calendars? I know. I could extract all the chocolate pieces, recycle the packaging; put the chocolate in a big bowl and the children could help themselves at next week's service;“She opened the box and got a shock at what was contained within."Holy; she;“"I say, Mrs. Morris, whatever's that?"Jenna jumped as one of the Mother's Union members returned from the hall kitchen."Er, hello Mrs. Grimes it's a;“"A horse's saddle? What ruddy great twerp donated that?""Um;“"We've had some strange donations over the years, but this! It takes the biscuit! Just look at this!" She rummaged in the box and pulled out a riding crop, mask and blinkers. "A job lot of horse tack! Did Frankie Dettori donate it?""Perhaps?" Jenna replied, trying to keep a straight face as the elderly woman held up an enormous purple dildo, shaped like a horse penis, and looked at it in utter confusion."This must be for giving liquid medicine to horses.""Last year, someone donated a bus stop sign, a chamber pot and a false leg," another woman piped up. "The bus stop sign was really popular. We got fifty quid for it.""How ridiculous!" Mrs. Grimes replied. "We can't sell this at the Advent tombola. No horsey folk round here. You might as well take it down to the charity shop; or mail it to Aintree racecourse;“"Er; I'll stick to the charity shop, Mrs. Grimes. Think of the postage cost.""Ah, yes. Good thinking. Right, well, I'll leave it up to you then.""I'll get rid of it," Jenna said, then spotted an invoice. Unfolding it, her eyes widened. "Shit; I must get this stuff to Norman before anyone else sees it and realizes what it actually is!" She chuckled. "I bet Gladys is behind it! Absolutely shameless!"Jenna admired the old lady. "I hope I can have fun like that if I live to be as old as her. She's got the right attitude."Hurrying out of the church hall with the big box, she didn't look where she was going and bumped into someone."Oh, I'm so sorry!" she spluttered, as the box fell to the ground, some of its contents tumbling out."That's quite alright, you look loaded up," the man replied. "Ah! Simon's dear wife. Nice to meet you again, my dear!" He shook her hand."Oh; Reverend Fletcher! If you're looking for Simon, he's at the vicarage, writing his;“ She froze as he bent down and picked up a horse mask and dildo."My, my. Is this a Secret Santa for the good vicar, eh?" Reverend Fletcher chuckled."It's not mine," Jenna replied quickly. "It was delivered to the hall by mistake.""I bet it belongs to the organist, am I right?" Reverend Fletcher gave her a wink, but behind the jolly old man facade, lay a less pleasant character, and Jenna was immediately on her guard. She reached into her pocket."I've no idea who this stuff belongs to, but it's not Gordon, I can assure you," Jenna replied. "Either a mix-up or a prank. We do get people donating adult-themed items to church jumble sales for a laugh."Reverend Fletcher wasn't fooled. "Oh come, come, dear Mrs. Morris. I think it's just the sort of thing the organist; and that little; filly who was helping him play the organ, would enjoy! I didn't get a chance to speak to the filly; do you know her name?"Jenna didn't give anything away. "Reverend Fletcher, Gordon's private life is none of my business. And if you're hinting he was doing something inappropriate during the Sunday service, well you're mistaken.""Is that so?" The old vicar pulled out his smartphone and showed her the video he'd filmed."Now I may be old, but I know fellatio when I see it, my dear. Is your good husband aware of what the church organist is getting up to?"Jenna tried to remain composed. "Reverend Fletcher. I had no idea this had occurred, and neither has Simon. I will inform him immediately and he will have words with Gordon. Thank you for bringing this safeguarding concern to my attention. We will ensure this never happens again. Now, if I could ask you to delete that piece of video footage.""I think not," Reverend Fletcher replied. "I think I'll hang on to it for now. Unless of course, you know the name of the lass in the video? I'd quite like to meet her.""I've no idea who she is," Jenna replied. "Never seen her before. Gordon tutors many people. He's single and it's no secret that he's had a lot of dates. Look, there's a privacy issue here, Reverend. It's in your best interests to delete that video;“ She racked her brain, wondering how to deal with this escalating situation. What a creep this man was!"First time he'd ever done that whilst playing the organ, I'm willing to bet? Lucky fella. Some men have all the luck. During the church service too. I've dreamed of something similar happening to me. Do you know, I woke up this morning, with the most powerful hard-on I'd had in years;“"Did you really?" Jenna replied, an idea forming in her mind."Yes. In fact I'm getting hard again, just talking about it." He wasn't lying. Jenna noticed the bulge tenting up his black trousers.God, that's impressive, she thought. This man was horrid, but was pitching one hell of a tent. I wonder if; well I have to try. I can't have anyone trying to harm Gordon or Miya. It was time to take one for the team."Reverend Fletcher," she began, running her hand down his face. "Forget the little thing playing Gordon's organ. If you were to attend our Wednesday service; I could worship you in ways that'll make you thankful God made you a man. I give you my word."The reverend's eyes widened in wonder. The vicar's wife; actually trying to seduce him? This was too good to refuse."My God; I'll be there! What do you have in mind?" He was almost salivating with arousal."Well you'll have to wait and see, won't you? But first;“ she snatched the phone from his hand and deleted the video."No!" He exclaimed. "Oh okay, fair enough, you win. Can I have it back now?""No Reverend. I'll just hang on to it until after the Wednesday service. Just two days. I'm sure you can manage without a smartphone for two days. You have a landline phone at home don't you? Because you phoned Simon from it last night.""Yes I do; but the smartphone is the only way I can access the Internet! I don't have a laptop or tablet at home. I use that smartphone for everything! It's got private stuff on there. My internet banking app!""Don't worry, I won't look at anything. We'll just log out of the app and everything will be just fine. There. All done! If you need to go online, the library is open. I promise you'll get it back after the Wednesday service. You'd better be there.""Mrs. Morris; please!" Reverend Fletcher yelled.Jenna hurried to her car as fast as she could. So far, so good. She'd spared Gordon and Miya any embarrassment."Of course, the dirty old goat could've uploaded the video to PornHub, made backups. I've got to pay a visit to Gladys' grandson Dwaine. He's an absolute tech ace. He'll be able to check if that video is truly deleted; and if it's floating around porn land;“She sped out of the church hall car park. "Good thing I recorded all that on my own phone too." She pulled her phone out of her pocket and switched it off."I am still curious to see that cock of his," she said to herself as she drove through the town center. "The Devil makes work for very frustrated, horny men;“It had been far too long since she'd brought salvation to a different man of the church.A Christmas Miracle.It was Christmas Eve, and the fourth Sunday of Advent. At St Michael's church, the morning service was being led by Reverend Fletcher; who unknown to him, was about to give the most stimulating sermon of his life;"What's this old padré doing here again?" Gordon muttered, as he noticed Fletcher head up to the pulpit."Jenna told me that she'd personally invited him back in order to do the sermon today. Because Simon's sermons are so boring," Miya whispered."Ah! That makes perfect sense!" the organist replied. "Good old Jenna, always thinking of ways to make this church more enjoyable, eh?""Yup, that's my cousin. Full of Christian mercy!"They both giggled, unaware of the real reason Reverend Fletcher was here. And the service, for him was about to get a lot more interesting."Brothers and sisters, it gives me great;“ the reverend paused as he felt something - or someone fumble under his purple vestments."pleasure, to be addressing you all today."And then the sound of the zip on his trousers being pulled down.He twitched nervously, trying to retain his composure.As the congregation sat in the pews, lost in prayer and contemplation, a single bead of perspiration trickled down the Rev. Fletcher's brow. It wasn't from the Advent candles burning nearby, but from the passion that burned within him. He now knew that today's sermon would be unlike any other he had ever delivered, and it wasn't just because of its unique message of love and acceptance. The old vicar didn't dare move from the pulpit, as all eyes were on him. He'd just have to tough it out;In the cramped space inside the pulpit, Jenna was impressed as she pulled down the old man's white boxer shorts, revealing the thick, meaty length of him, already half-hard with anticipation. Quite a tasty-looking cock, she had to admit. She wrapped her lips around the tip, feeling the warmth and weight of him fill her mouth. Reverend Fletcher's voice grew hoarse as he continued to read, his hips starting to move involuntarily, pushing himself deeper into her mouth.The Reverend Fletcher was old, really old, but his cock was something to behold. It was as if time had stopped at his groin, leaving him with a magnificent, thick shaft that seemed to defy the laws of nature. Jenna couldn't help but continue to be amazed as she sucked him harder. As bad as this chap had been, his impressive cock deserved her full attention.Over at the organ, Gordon was impressed by this far more interesting sermon."Well he might resemble something from the Pickwick Papers, but he writes a much better paragraph than our Reverend Morris! I guess it's because he's older and more experienced?""Yeah, I liked that bit where he said there should be only good vibes at Christmas and Jesus being born in a stable because the NHS waiting lists were too long. That was funny!" Miya whispered back."The old boy looks to have high blood pressure," Gordon mused, noticing the sweat running down the vicar's forehead. "Reminds me of something; hell, it's bloody freezing in this church, but he looks like he's been sat in a sauna."Reverend Fletcher's voice trembled slightly as he continued to enthrall the congregation with a Christmas-themed sermon like no other. They assumed his wavering composure was normal for him."This guy is on fire," Miya said, also captivated. "He knows how to entertain an audience!""Looks to me like he's rather entertained himself! Look how he's gripping the pulpit there - his fingernails have turned white. And the way he's thrusting slightly; looks like he's humping the thing!""Gordy, you have a naughty mind!""Hmm, I wonder where I get it from?" He stared at the old vicar again. "It might be just me, but he doesn't look well;“In front of the pulpit, Reverend Morris was listening intently to his mentor's words. I truly learned from the best, he thought. Thanks to Horatius, I am able to write wonderful sermons! It was so nice of Jenna to invite him to conduct our morning service. He glanced at the seated congregation, and saw no sign of his wife anywhere.That's odd. I swore I saw her sitting at the front before. She's missing this amazing sermon. Maybe she had to go to the ladies;As Reverend Fletcher's climax approached, his heart raced with an unfamiliar urgency. The words on the page of his sermon began to blur, and he felt a warmth spreading through his body. He looked down, only to see Jenna the vicar's wife, her lips wrapped around his cock, her eyes locked on his. It was then that he realized his heart condition had worsened, and the pleasure of the moment was quickly replaced by fear.With a loud gasp, he slumped forward onto the pulpit, his weight pulling Jenna away from him. She looked up at him, concern etched on her face, as he struggled to catch his breath. And then, with a final heave, he staggered towards the pulpit steps, then collapsed on the floor, motionless.Someone screamed."Oh my God! Call 9 9 9!"Norman the churchwarden quickly pulled out his phone and called an ambulance. Everything seemed to unfold in slow motion for a few moments.It was then that Gordon sprang into action, leaping over the shelf at the side of the organ like a gazelle. His black, open-fronted gown billowed behind him like a superhero's cape."I'm a trained first-aider," he yelled. "He's gone into cardiac arrest!"

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Send me a message. What do you think about the book/podPride and Prejudice by Jane Austen chapter 33 , narrated by Isaac BirchallSubscribe on YT or Join the Book Club on Patreon and support me as an independent creator :Dhttps://www.patreon.com/theessentialreadshttps://www.youtube.com/channel/UCfOFfvo05ElM96CmfsGsu3g/joinhttps://ko-fi.com/theessentialreadsSUMMARY:Elizabeth is on her daily walk through the countryside near Rosings, and though she has tried to avoid Mr Darcy and even told him that she is fine just walking by herself, he insists on walking with her, and is actually asking her questions about herself. On a subsequent day, while again on her daily walk, she instead runs into colonel Fitzwilliam. They walk together back to the Parsonage and talk about he and Darcy's departure on the coming Saturday. Colonel Fitzwilliam lets slip that Darcy mentioned a relationship that he helped end. Elizabeth is sure that he must have meant Bingley and Jane, and she pressures Fitzwilliam to divulge more. He says a little of this and a little of that but says that he doesn't have all of the details. At the Parsonage, Elizabeth is in a quiet fury at Mr Darcy, and this erupts in giving her a headache so bad that she cannot go to Rosings for tea, not that she would have gone anyway as Darcy would have been there.Support the Show.Thank you so much for listening, if you want to support the me go to any of these links :)*Social*SHOPIFY: https://the-essential-reads.myshopify.com/INSTAGRAM: https://www.instagram.com/theessentialreadsTWITTER: http://twitter.com/IsaacBirchallvoKo-Fi: https://ko-fi.com/theessentialreads

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Send me a message. What do you think about the book/podPride and Prejudice by Jane Austen chapter 30, narrated by Isaac BirchallSubscribe on YT or Join the Book Club on Patreon and support me as an independent creator :Dhttps://www.patreon.com/theessentialreadshttps://www.youtube.com/channel/UCfOFfvo05ElM96CmfsGsu3g/joinSUMMARY:Sir William soon departs leaving Elizabeth with Charlotte and Mr Collins. She feared at first that this would leave her to pass more time with her cousin, but thankfully learns that he goes back to his own business without Sir William to entertain. Lady Catherine visits every now and again and corrects Charlotte on her housekeeping and says that the maid needs to work harder. While Charlotte and Mr Collins work and briefly visit Rosings in the days, Elizabeth goes to walk in the gardens around the Parsonage. As Easter approaches, word that Mr Darcy is to come to visit his aunt and soon arrives with Mr Collins running to Rosings to pay his respects. On his way back, he is joined by both Mr Darcy, and a new person, Colonel Fitzwilliam Darcy.Support the Show.Thank you so much for listening, if you want to support the me go to any of these links :)*Social*SHOPIFY: https://the-essential-reads.myshopify.com/INSTAGRAM: https://www.instagram.com/theessentialreadsTWITTER: http://twitter.com/IsaacBirchallvoKo-Fi: https://ko-fi.com/theessentialreads

One thing I have learned in life is that some things do have a purpose no matter how bad they seem at the time. They don't seem to have any purpose when they happen, but you later discover a significant purpose behind it. I try to prepare for everything in life, but there are many things that I just can't prepare for. I learned this after I got married. The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage has often teased me about not having a brain. When I flub up something, she looks at me, puts both hands on her hips, and...Article Link

In this episode we meet Joan Hull and John Phillips, the proprietors of The Parsonage, a charming urban inn located in the heart of San Francisco. This conversation is a treat as Joan and John share their journey of transforming a historic 1883 Victorian house into a beloved landmark.Listen now to learn about:The Essence of Hospitality: Discover how Joan and John embody the spirit of warm, gracious hosts and what it means to provide hospitality not just as a business, but as a way of life.Creating a Unique Guest Experience: Learn about the importance of empathy in innkeeping, the significance of a round breakfast table, and how to make guests feel pampered and at ease.Balancing Privacy and Openness: Understand the delicate balance of maintaining privacy while being open and welcoming to guests in a shared living space.The Power of Personal Touch: Hear stories of how personalized hospitality can change guests' perceptions and create memorable experiences.Running a Bed and Breakfast: Gain insights into the practical aspects of running a small inn, from cooking breakfast to cleaning bathrooms, and the importance of enjoying the work you do.Community and Civility: Reflect on the importance of civility, respect, and active participation in your neighborhood to create a better community.Thoughts, questions, suggestions? Send me a text message This episode is brought to you with support from Sojern. I teamed up with Sojern to study how hoteliers use data to drive revenue and build stronger guest relationships. You can see what we found in this research report: How Hotel Brands Are Using First-Party Data to Drive Revenue & Build Stronger Relationships. Want to get my summary and actionable insights from each episode delivered to your inbox each day? Subscribe here for free.Follow Hospitality Daily and join the conversation on YouTube, LinkedIn, and Instagram.Music by Clay Bassford of Bespoke Sound: Music Identity Design for Hospitality Brands

Nick Painless chats with Tina Parsonage from Rylance House Miniatures

A discussion about pastors' parsonage tax exemption

A discussion about pastors' parsonage tax exemption

A new MP3 sermon from Theology Central is now available on SermonAudio with the following details: Title: Pastors’ Parsonage Tax Exemption Subtitle: Eye on Christianity Speaker: Various Speakers Broadcaster: Theology Central Event: Podcast Date: 3/14/2024 Bible: Titus 1:11 Length: 45 min.

For as long as this podcast has lived, I have dreamed of this show being a place where everyday women in this stage of life can also feel seen and heard. And today I have the pleasure of introducing you to Michelle Parsonage, who also has a podcast very similar to this one. Like most of us, Michelle doesn't think that her past or her present is particularly interesting or important. That's not the case at all. As a listener, you might hear parts of Michelle's background story and find that they might be similar to yours. Listen in as we chat about: How she found her wings and never looked back. Finding herself at a crossroads as her children became self-sufficient. How we can reflect on our choices later in life. Going to uncomfortable places and finding purpose in the process. The power of unravelling conditioning after decades of stories and beliefs we have held onto, how that is easier in company of others and speeds up the process. How wisdom can help you to keep unravelling and moving forward to another level. To follow Michelle's work you can listen to her podcast, Your 2nd Act, follow her on Instagram, or email her michelle@your2ndact.com. Life is short. I encourage you to do something today to show that you are more committed to your dreams than you are to your doubts, to your excuses, or any of your limiting beliefs. And I want to remind you now you're not too old and it's never too late. If you are interested in exploring your future, but you just don't know where to start, then I'd love you to take this first brave step.  Click on the link below to book a free 20-minute connection call with me now. I've been down this road before myself, and I help other women where you are right now, and I'm offering you some free support to help you reimagine your next chapter.  It just takes that first step. Find a time here https://calendly.com/jo--138/20min You can also find me on Instagram – https://www.instagram.com/joclarkcoaching/ and Private Facebook Group – https://www.facebook.com/groups/womenswellnesscollective1. Here's to redefining midlife and making our next half of life even better than the first.

Visit iconic literary destinations and movie locations in Yorkshire in Northern England. Darley Newman takes you to the Bronte Parsonage, where the Bronte sisters wrote classic books like Wuthering Heights and Jane Eyre. Tour this home in the village of Haworth with Ann Dinsdale, who shares the sisters' unconventional upbringing and groundbreaking achievements. Join Darley to walk amid the dramatic moors, made famous by Wuthering Heights. Next, Darley meets the real-life Calendar Girls in a pub in the Yorkshire Dales. Tricia Stewart and Angela Baker share the heartwarming story behind their iconic calendar used to raise money for leukemia research and later made into a hit movie starring Helen Mirren and Julie Walters. The journey continues with stops for England's best fish and chips at Bizzie Lizzie's in Skipton and an exploration of historic landmarks like Bolton Abbey. Learn more about this part of England and other great destinations by seeking out the companion TV episodes to this podcast, part of the Emmy Award-nominated “Travels with Darley” series on PBS, Amazon Prime, Great Courses and your favorite streaming site or app.

This episode is a part of Unlocking Loan Solutions with Radian, a micro-learning series for mortgage & real estate professionals, with video, audio, and job aid for each topic. Choose your preferred learning style and take your learning experience to a new level.Watch the VideoDownload the Job AidAll episodesIn this episode, we explore the concept of parsonage income, also known as a housing allowance, and its impact on a mortgage loan application. We will discuss:What is parsonage income and where it might come fromPotential benefits of parsonage incomeHow the GSEs treat this type of incomeDocumentation requirements for parsonage incomeExample scenarios to help better understand the use of parsonage income in a loan fileResourcesFannie Mae Selling Guide B3-3.1-01, General Income Information - Using Nontaxable Income to Adjust the Borrower's Gross Income Fannie Mae Selling Guide, What is required for housing or parsonage allowance?Fannie Mae Selling Guide B3-3.1-09, Other Sources of Income- Housing or Parsonage AllowanceFreddie Mac Selling Guide 5305.2, Specific requirements for other income types Freddie Mac Selling Guide 9202.3, Borrower income documentation for workout or relief optionsExplore more complex income types, including non-taxable sources, social security income, child support and alimony.Foundations On Demand Course: Not Your Ordinary Income Not Your Ordinary Income: Social Security BenefitsNot Your Ordinary Income: Military PaySign up for Radian National Training Updates

Q: I'm new to the area, and I wonder if you know where I could find one piece of info. How do the Village of Cold Spring, Village of Nelsonville and Town of Philipstown relate to each other from a governmental perspective? Are both villages in Philipstown, or are all three separate? We live in North Highlands but our mailing address is in Cold Spring. I think we're in Philipstown because we're for sure not in the village. I assume I'm not the only one confused. ~ Julie Sissman A: Far from it. New York has at least three layers of local government, starting with county, town and village; the only states with more layers are Illinois and Indiana. Here is an explanation, using the latest edition of the state's Local Government Handbook. County New York has 62 counties, including Dutchess (home to Beacon) and Putnam (home to Philipstown). Twenty-three counties, including Dutchess (1967) and Putnam (1977), have charters, which allow an administrator (in this case, an elected county executive) who operates independently of the Legislature. City In New York, you live in a city, a town or on a reservation. A city has a charter and usually a mayor. New York has 62 cities; Beacon (pop. 15,541) and Poughkeepsie (pop. 32,736) are the only two in Dutchess. Putnam and 20 other counties do not have cities. Town A town has a supervisor who presides over a board. The state has 933 towns, including Philipstown (pop. 9,731). To confuse things, a city and town can share a name. For instance, there's the City of Newburgh and the Town of Newburgh. Village A village is part of a town and has a mayor or manager. The state has 535 villages, including Cold Spring (pop. 1,993, incorporated 1846) and Nelsonville (pop. 630, incorporated 1855). Seventy-two villages are part of two towns, and five are part of three towns. For drivers, the boundaries of Cold Spring are just past Whitehill Place on northbound Route 9D, just east of Parsonage and Cedar streets on Route 301 and just past Bank Street on southbound 9D. Nelsonville's southern boundary roughly follows Healy Road to Main Street and takes in some of Fishkill Road. Its northern and eastern boundaries touch the Hudson Highlands State Park Preserve. Hamlet Hamlets are part of towns but unincorporated, meaning they don't have their own local government. Philipstown's hamlets include Garrison, North Highlands and Continental Village. Garrison's borders on Route 9D are at Philipstown Park to the north and just past the entrance to the Philipstown Recreation Center to the south. North Highlands extends north from Route 301 on Route 9 to its intersection with Carol Lane; on Route 9D, it extends north from Cold Spring to near the Breakneck Tunnel. Continental Village is east of Route 9 in southern Philipstown. Postal service Your letter address only indicates which post office processes your mail. The Garrison post office serves the 10524 ZIP code (Garrison and Continental Village), while the Cold Spring post office delivers to the rest of Philipstown under 10516.

For the week of November 29th, 2023, Episode 27 of Season No. 6 and No. 158 overall, Ted Stovin and Dustin Edwards talk to Jared Parsonage and Jordan Hansen about their upcoming trip to the Wrangler NFR with the help of former NFR qualifier in the bull riding and Canadian Champion and Hall of Fame inductee Don Johansen.    To shop and for everything Cowboy Sh!t, visit www.CowboyShit.ca

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Grayson Cole talks about his busy schedule and Xtreme Bulls win in Coeur d'Alene. Steve interviews Canadian bull riders Jordan Hansen and Jared Parsonage. Dave Paul from the Gem State Stampede in Coeur d'Alene, Idaho talks to Steve about producing professional rodeos.

With the penthouse in disarray after last week's explosion, David Ault hosts this week's episode including the first two episodes of “Boom” from Faith McQuinn and another feature from 11th Hour Productions, “The Parsonage” starring Owen McCuen, Sarah Golding and written by Lindsay Harris Friel. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

With the penthouse in disarray after last week's explosion, David Ault hosts this week's episode including the first two episodes of “Boom” from Faith McQuinn and another feature from 11th Hour Productions, “The Parsonage” starring Owen McCuen, Sarah Golding and written by Lindsay Harris Friel. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

The Popple Ridge Pickers put on a fundraiser concert to raise money for the parsonage for the Lancaster Covenant Church.  Enjoy the show! For more messages or to find out what we’re all about, check us out on iTunes, Spotify, Google Podcasts, Stitcher, or wherever you listen to podcasts.  You can visit our website at lancastercovenant.com or join us financially by giving online.

Ashley Lehr — Outreach Specialist who serves with LCMS International Mission in Puerto Rico, Eddie Carlton — Volunteer in Panama, and Nancy Opheim — Volunteer in Panama, join Andy and Sarah to talk about serving on a volunteer team in Panama, the work they did to continue remodeling a church parsonage, why this work is important, what they learned during their time in Panama, and future opportunities to serve on teams in Panama and elsewhere. Learn more and apply at servenow.lcms.org/opp/parsonage-remodel-teams-panama.

This week, in 1863 the Parsonage family arrived in Haliburton County and cleared land for a homestead. Unfortunately all the hard work was for naught as it was unfortunately someone else's lot. It was a tough first winter after that. Not too many years later the family largely joined the exodus moving west, looking for better agricultural land. Plus, Paul does a follow-up on the plague of bank hold-ups that hit Montreal in the 60's-70's. Today the feature is on Monica Proietti who the newspapers nicknamed 'Machine Gun Molly'. Kate Butler is the Director of the Haliburton Highlands Museum. Paul Vorvis is the host of the Your Haliburton Morning Show 7 - 9 a.m. Fridays on Canoe FM 100.9 and streaming on your devices. Haliburton County is in cottage country about 2 1/2 hours north of Toronto. You can contact us at timewarp@canoefm.com

The Jesus Saves Ministry 1007 W Arlingtin Blvd Greenville Nc 27834 www.tjsm.org  Parsonage of our Church 1548 Holland Road Greenville, NC 27834 E-Mail: gojesusnow@aol.com cash app: $tjsm1007 Church 252-320-7401 Romans 8:31-33 (KJV) 31  What shall we then say to these things? If God be for us, who can be against us? 32  He that spared not his own Son, but delivered him up for us all, how shall he not with him also freely give us all things? 33  Who shall lay any thing to the charge of God's elect? It is God that justifieth.

(This messge was originally delivered on October 9, 2022.) The first prophet Pastor Chuck focuses on is Hosea. What an amazing prophet! The Lord directed him to marry a prostitute, which became a living parable of God's ongoing love for His adulterous people. To support this ministry financially, visit: https://www.lightsource.com/donate/1447/29

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After most of the season's in the Western Lifestyle wrapped up the boys finally get back together to discuss the last months adventures. The guys chat about the PBR Canada season up's and downs, The PBR Canada Finals at Rogers Arena in Edmonton this past weekend, CFR 48, Zane Lambert retirement, PBR team series Finals, Ty Pozzobon Foundation Banquet and much more. At 54:02 3X Canadian Champion and NFR Qualifier Jared Parsonage joins the show.  Fresh off his PBR Canada finals event championship and the week prior winning another CPRA Bull Riding Championship Jared has lots to discuss. Jerry dives into his prep for the upcoming NFR, His life at home on the ranch and his family dynamic, recent championships in the sport, his mindset to success, upbringing through the hockey world, his amateur days and what shaped him into who he is now as well as some great stories from the road! Great sit down with the Cowboy, Jared Parsonage. 

In 1889, tensions between the Polish and Lithuanian congregants of St. Mary's in Plymouth, PA were fanned to a fever pitch by a violent troublemaker, a Polish man named Martin Wilkes. Twitter: https://twitter.com/PodcastDarkness Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/agable_fd/ Forgotten Darkness Google Map: https://www.google.com/maps/d/u/0/edit?mid=1NsgqAha9Z3bMhBxg8FuM2tRLqwjH5-_F&usp=sharing Part of the Straight Up Strange Network: https://www.straightupstrange.com/ Opening music from https://filmmusic.io. "Dark Child" by Kevin MacLeod (https://incompetech.com). License: CC BY (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/4.0/) Closing music by Soma.   SOURCES Plymouth Weekly Star, March 22, 1888. Plymouth Weekly Star, April 26, 1888. Plymouth Weekly Star, May 3, 1888. Wilkes-Barre Times Leader, April 5, 1886. Wilkes-Barre Union Leader, November 22, 1889. Wilkes-Barre Evening Leader, March 5, 1890. Wilkes-Barre News-Dealer, May 8, 1890. Wilkes-Barre News-Dealer, March 25, 1892. “A Plymouth Riot.” Wilkes-Barre Sunday News, October 27, 1889. “And Yet There is No Peace.” Wilkes-Barre Evening Leader, February 14, 1890. “Another Riot.” Wilkes-Barre Evening Leader, January 21, 1890. “Burial Refused.” Wilkes-Barre Evening Leader, January 28, 1890. “Court Proceedings.” Wilkes-Barre Record, June 19, 1891. “District Attorney Lenahan Makes a Point.” Wilkes-Barre Evening Leader, January 27, 1886. “Graves Invaded.” Wilkes-Barre Evening Leader, January 23, 1890. “Guns in the Parsonage.” Wilkes-Barre Sunday Leader, October 27, 1889. “Holding the Fort.” Wilkes-Barre Sunday News, October 27, 1889. “How Wilkes Gets Even.” Wilkes Barre Dollar Weekly News, March 1, 1890. “In Common Pleas Court.” Wilkes-Barre News-Dealer, “Law Defying Poles.” Wilkes-Barre Record, January 21, 1890. “License Decisions.” Wilkes-Barre Evening Leader, February 24, 1890. “Martin Wilkes Acquitted.” Wilkes-Barre Evening Leader, June 22, 1891, “Martin Wilkes Convicted.” Wilkes-Barre Times Leader, March 5, 1888. “Martin Wilkes Leaves.” Wilkes-Barre Sunday News, March 27, 1892. “Martin Wilkes on Trial.” Wilkes-Barre News-Dealer, June 19, 1891. “Martin Wilkes Wins One Case.” Wilkes-Barre News-Dealer, April 30, 1890. “More Trouble Imminent.” Wilkes-Barre Union Leader, November 1, 1889. “Plymouth.” Wilkes-Barre Record, August 31, 1889. “Plymouth.” Wilkes-Barre News-Dealer, January 20, 1890. “Plymouth.” Wilkes-Barre News-Dealer, June 24, 1891. “Plymouth – Martin Wilkes Sat Upon.” Wilkes-Barre Evening Leader, February 11, 1890. “Plymouth – Martin Wilkes' Latest Movement.” Wilkes-Barre Evening Leader, February 12, 1890. “Plymouth Polanders.” Wilkes-Barre Sunday News, April 6, 1890. “Plymouth Tidings.” Wilkes-Barre Sunday Leader, February 23, 1890. “Polish Church Troubles.” Wilkes-Barre Evening Leader, February 8, 1891. “Rioting Poles.” Hazelton Plain Speaker, January 22, 1890. “Sad Saloonmen.” Wilkes-Barre News-Dealer, March 1, 1892. “Sentenced Monday Morning.” Wilkes-Barre Union Leader, March 16, 1888. “Sentences Imposed.” Wilkes-Barre Evening Leader, March 13, 1888. “Some Resolutions.” Wilkes Barre Sunday News, January 5, 1890. “Sterner Measures Needed.” Wilkes-Barre Evening Leader, January 24, 1890. “Still Hold the Fort.” Philadelphia Inquirer, October 24, 1889. “The Martin Wilkes Faction Making Trouble in the Church Again.” Wilkes-Barre News-Dealer, January 27, 1891. “The Plymouth Injunction Case.” Wilkes-Barre Record, January 28, 1890. “The Poles Defiant.” Wilkes-Barre News-Dealer, October 29, 1889. “The Poles Surrender.” Wilkes-Barre Evening Leader, October 23, 1889. “The Priest Got a Gun.” Philadelphia Inquirer, February 21, 1890. “The Priests Arrested.” Wilkes-Barre Evening Leader, November 2, 1889. “The Wilkes Faction Again.” Wilkes-Barre Sunday News, June 19, 1891. “They Still Hold the Fort.” Wilkes-Barre Union Leader, October 25, 1889. “Two Plymouth Assault Cases.” Wilkes-Barre Evening Leader, October 23, 1885. “Wilkes Convicted.” Wilkes-Barre Sunday News, April 27, 1890. “Wilkes in Jail.” Wilkes-Barre Evening Leader, January 22, 1890. “Wilkes in the Toils.” Wilkes-Barre News Leader, January 24, 1890. “Wilkes on Trial.” Wilkes-Barre News-Dealer, April 26, 1890. “Wilkes Sentenced.” Wilkes-Barre News-Dealer, May 14, 1890. “Wilkes Still Holds the Keys.” Wilkes-Barre Sunday News, April 6, 1890. “Would Not Allow Burial.” Wilkes-Barre Sunday Leader, January 19, 1890. “Work of Polish Hyenas.” Wilkes-Barre Evening Leader, January 23, 1890. U.S., City Directories, 1822-1995 - Ancestry.com Plymouth, Pennsylvania - History of Plymouth (1753-1972) - Years of Industrial Growth (1861-1900) - Martin Wilkes and The Polish-Lithuanian Church War | Martin Wilkes Polish-Lithuanian Church War (liquisearch.com) History - All Saints Parish - Plymouth, PA (allsaintsplymouth.com)

When Reverend Clarence Sheatsley found his wife, Addie, in the parsonage furnace, he believed that she had committed suicide. The county prosecutor thought that it was murder. What really happened to Addie Sheatsley?

On this episode, Anton and I talk all things Jack Parsons! We go deep on his entire life story while going into detail about the O.T.O., Aleister Crowley, the Parsonage, L. Ron Hubbard, Thelema, the homunculi, and The Babalon Working! Plenty of dick jokes and Crowley impersonations all throughout the episode... so buckle up cause its gonna be a wild ride!  Make sure to check out Shovecraft's work:  IG: @h.p_shovekraft Twitch: Twitch.tv/invaderdaggett_ttv Podcast: strangebrewpodcast.com PATREON.COM/THEJUANONJUANPODCAST ROKFIN.COM/THEJUANONJUANPODCAST Please leave us a review wherever you listen to your podcasts! It will help the show. Also follow me on social media at:  Alt Media United Check out our website at www.thejuanonjuanpodcast.com Patreon exclusive content and early access: www.patreon.com/thejuanonjuanpodcast IG: @thejuanonjuanpodcast YT: "The Juan on Juan Podcast" TikTok: @thejuanonjuanpodcast Telegram group: https://t.me/tjojp Discord server: https://discord.gg/HaB6wUunsJ Stake your Cardano with us at FIGHT POOL at fightpool.io! Thank you for tuning in!

Bringing education to life(size) with TeachRex TeachRex is all about bringing context to education for primary school pupils with life-size dinosaur, dragon and gorilla costumes! Joe Parsonage, co-founder of the company, explains how the costumes help to fire up pupils' creativity, promote good SPAG and lead them into thematic writing (in association with Pobble). https://teachrex.co.uk/ @teach_rex 

In this EP the guys talk with a boots on the ground pastor, Tim Williams of Gladewater TX. Pastor Tim is new to the field, remodeling the Parsonage, celebrating their new 10month old and doing the hard work of revitalizing a local church. Tim asks the guys this question: How can I effectively and empathetically […]

In winter its bleakness and bareness add to the chill of the rigorous Iowa temperature, and in summer the sap oozing through the boards is disagreeably suggestive of perspiration.  The waiting room itself is "cleaned" every day, and yet the same dust lies in the corners where it has lain for lo, these many years.  And as for the cobwebs, their chief distinction lies in their ripe old age.     This short story is sponsored by our friends at 5amily.com

Author of three books in a fictional hospital detailing their experiences during the pandemic.

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A Parsonage In Oxfordshire By William Wordsworth

To learn more, please visit ARCA's website.SHOW NOTES:03:00 Dr. Charney's interest in being a playwright led to foundation of Association for Research into Crimes against Art (ARCA)05:00 Charney's first book 05:30 first conference to bring academics and art police together06:30 criminalistics applied in Slovenia - a balanced policing system that merges the theories of criminology and practice of criminal investigation, forensics & police procedure11:00 ARCA's summer conference on art crime in central Italy14:00 Italy's Carabinieri Art Squad17:50 ARCA's CEO Linda Albertson18:30 Albertson's blog post about return of objects to Cambodia by Doug Latchford's Estate19:00 ARCA's blog21:30 recommendations to those who want to return looted art or cultural heritage objects24:00 Missing Masterpieces exhibition 25:35 thief of Van Gogh's Parsonage arrested though painting is still missing25:50 tip on whereabouts of Jean-Baptiste Oudry's The White Duck26:20 panel of Ghent Altarpiece stolen in 1934 is still missing and is an ongoing open case in Ghent, Belgium27:45 a work is ‘extant' if its location is known28:25 Justice Cycle panels by Rogier van der Weyden referenced in Charney's Museum of Lost Art 29:00 The Deposition in the Prado in Madrid is now considered van der Weyden's masterpiece29:10 van der Weyden considered The Justice of Trajan and Herkinbald from the Justice cycle to be his masterpiece29:45 the Justice cycle destroyed in a fire circa early 17th C.29:55 survivor bias for works that still exist and a negative space history of art is explored in Charney's 2018 book The Museum of Lost Art31:10 Charney's most recent book The Devil in the Gallery: How Scandal, Shock, and Rivalry Made the Art World? also has a negative space approach31:55 Charney's 2017 book The Collector of Lives focuses on the life of Giorgio Vasari 33:00 rivalry of artists as shown in Caravaggio's 1599 The Calling of St. Matthew wherein the artist used a duplicate of Sistine Chapel Ceiling's hand of God by Michelangelo to paint the hand of Jesus 34:15 Charney's online discussion of Caravaggio's 1599 The Calling of St. Matthew 34:50 top missing work that Charney would like to see recovered is the Book of Drawings, twelve folios by Giorgio Vasari36:05 second work is Leonardo da Vinci's Battle of Angiati; Vasari's use of false walls to preserve works he valued like da Vinci's Battle of Angiati37:15 third work would be the Justice Cycle37:30 Charney's preference for work in situ39:00 Vasari's use of false walls to cover paintings 39:50 Vasari's false wall in front of da Vinci's Battle and reasons to keep or remove wall40:50 Charney's recommendations of books published by ARCA41:10 Context Matters: Collating the Past by David W.J. Gill - collection of essays on antiquities, looting and archaeology41:20 Transnational Art Crime by ARCA academic director Edgar Telehouse41:45 The Secret Collector: the Lost Art Collection of Erich Šlomovič by Leon Pogelick and Slavko Pregl42:45 Charney's The Art Thief's Handbook - art theft essaysTo view rewards for supporting the podcast, please visit Warfare's Patreon page.To leave questions or comments about this or other episodes of the podcast, please call 1.929.260.4942 or email Stephanie@warfareofartandlaw.com. © Stephanie Drawdy [2021]

In this episode, we talk with Peter Goss from Australia's independent think tank - the Grattan Institute. The discussion centres around the 2015 NAPLAN results, and the report he co-authored with Jordana Hunter, titled: Targeted Teaching: How better use of data can improve student learning. Whilst headline NAPLAN results have been controversial, the results from the targeted teaching report provide insight into a way forward. It's challenging, but compelling at the same time. Find the report at, http://grattan.edu.au/report/targeted-teaching-how-better-use-of-data-can-improve-student-learning/ Goss, P., Hunter, J., Romanes, D., Parsonage, H., 2015, Targeted teaching: how better use of data can improve student learning, Grattan Institute

15 years and still going strong and still putting Sunday clubbing on the map. Orange has been refuelled and has more energy than ever before thanks to our Promoter Fat Tony, who continues to strive in keeping Orange fresh by introducing up and coming talents blended with true Orange heroes. Sunday nights are no longer dull and boring.This week it's the return of the ever popular Bank Holiday Special. Always a party that is high in demand featuring The musical Talents of Special guest DJ KID MASSIVE with the amazing FAT TONY / D'JOHNNY / CHRIS BROGAN B2B PHIL PARSONAGE / TOM FRANKEL and in ROOM2: MISWHITE B2B YVETTE LINDQUIST.Hosted by Glendora and Issac Jones with the welcome return of Lewis Barton and The Cirque de L'Orange dance Troupe.Always an electric funky vibe for those of you that just don't want the House to end and want to dance and party every delicious drop. The Paradox is it's the best way to End and Start your week! NUFF SAID!!!!!!!This Weeks fantastic funkin ORANGE line-up ...KID MASSIVE FAT TONYD'JOHNNY CHRIS BROGAN PHIL PARSONAGE TOM FRANKEL MISWHITE YVETTE LINDQUISTHosted by GLENDORA, ISSAC JONES and last but not least Lewis Barton and The Cirque de L'Orange dancersDoor by DELL BOII£7 before 1AM with ad/flyer or student card£10 after with flyer/ad£12 withoutADVANCE TICKETS http://bit.ly/1Ef5CGY

Neuralgic Amyotrophy (Parsonage-Turner): Etiology, Treatment, Natural History by Nens Van Alfen

Neuralgic Amyotrophy (Parsonage-Turner): Presentation & Diagnosis by Nens Van Alfen