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Send us a textPeaches flies solo and tackles one of the laziest takes on the internet: “recruiters always lie.” Using UK Royal Navy ads, Air Force gyms, and real recruiter workloads, this episode breaks down why recruiting videos show the best version of the military—and why that's not deception, it's marketing. Peaches calls out bad-faith criticism, explains what recruiters actually juggle day to day, and reminds would-be candidates that patience, context, and ownership matter. If you think one Instagram reel defines military life, this episode is for you.⏱️ Timestamps: 00:00 Ones Ready intro and solo kickoff 01:45 New partner shoutout and mindset tools 04:30 UK recruiting ads that actually motivate 07:30 Why hype videos still tell the truth 09:45 Culture shock after serving and going home 12:10 The Nellis gym clip and comment backlash 14:40 “Recruiters always lie” — addressed head on 17:50 What recruiters really deal with daily 21:30 Why context beats cynicism 24:40 Patience, ownership, and realistic timelines

In this end of year onesie episode of the 2 Be Better Podcast, Chris and Peaches look back on three years of marriage work, spiritual awakening, and building “The Tribe” from a simple “let's see what happens” show into a movement that is actually changing homes. They read raw gratitude emails from listeners whose relationships, mental health, and families were transformed through better communication, masculine and feminine polarity, and choosing not to quit when life tested them. From saved marriages and healthy divorces to babies, new friendships, and a community that does wellness checks at 3 a.m, this is a long form gratitude episode for anyone serious about healing, love, and growth. You will also hear where they are going next, from psychedelic integration coaching and ayahuasca ceremony work, to plans for land, retreats, a mushroom based spiritual “church,” future birth and midwife support, and a non profit to help Tribe members in real crisis. Chris opens up about softening his anger, finding compassion, and what it really costs to become a better husband, father, and leader, while Peaches talks about peace, feminine energy, and the emotional income that comes from service. If you want honest marriage advice, relationship coaching in real time, and a community that refuses to let you stay a victim, this episode will push you to stop flirting with your dream, put your dues in, and be the person who finishes.Disclaimer: We are not professionals. This podcast is opinioned based and from life experience. This is for entertainment purposes only. Opinions helped by our guests may not reflect our own. But we love a good conversation.Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/2-be-better--5828421/support.

Chris and Chris are once again joined by One Hit Thunder's Matt Kelly to reflect on all the songs that were featured on the show in the past year. Together, they crown the Chris DeMakes A Podcast SONG OF THE YEAR, an honor that went to “Peaches” by The Presidents of the United States of America in the 2024 Wrap. Chris DeMakes A Podcast is brought to you by DistroKid, the ultimate partner for taking your music to the next level. Get 30% off your first YEAR with DistroKid by signing up at ⁠http://distrokid.com/vip/demakes For bonus episode of The After Party podcast, an extensive back catalog of past After Party episodes, early ad-free releases of new episodes of Chris DeMakes A Podcast, full video versions of episodes, and MUCH more, head to the Patreon at ⁠http://www.ChrisDeMakes.com Follow Chris DeMakes A Podcast on Instagram: ⁠https://www.instagram.com/chrisdemakesapodcast/⁠ Join the Chris DeMakes A Podcast community on Facebook: ⁠https://www.facebook.com/groups/2643961642526928/⁠ Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Quaranteam - Dave In Dallas: Part 8 Intruders! Based on a post by RonanJWilkerson, in 12 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels. October 26, 2020. Monday afternoon, Reena took lunch duties. Lunch was often individual or in small groups, but she really wanted a crack at cooking for everyone. She said it could be 'come and go' to still facilitate varied schedules around the house. Her idea was ramen. But, it wasn't just basic out of the package. Well, it was, but with a variety of add-ons. You could pick your flavor of ramen, then she'd prepared chopped carrots, nori, sesame oil, diced onion, spam, eggs (fried up for each bowl individually) and Korean red pepper powder that Jan had gotten added to the spice rack. Oh, Reena still cooked it up, but each bowl was individual, and made on request. When Jan came in for lunch, she laughed warmly. Beaming, Reena asked hopefully, "Just like mom would make?" Jan placed a reassuring hand on the girl's shoulder. "Not exactly dear. This is ore like what my Caucasian aunt would make when she tried to be authentic." Reena's face and shoulders seemed to suddenly melt. Jan stepped in beside the teen, wrapping her arms around her. "And the one time I made fun of my aunt for it in my mother's hearing was the last. She pulled me aside and scolded me for being insensitive, and ungrateful. Mom said that ramen was always about making something tasty, with love and what ever ingredients were available." Jan made a point of looking over the prepped ingredients arrayed on the counter. "And this is exactly what you have done." She kissed Reena on her cheek. "Thank you. Thank you for the meal, and thank you for reminding me of two lovely, caring women in my life." Reena hugged her. Then she got the specifics of what Jan wanted and got busy making it. Dave stepped out of his office and got two steps down the hallway when Lupie found him. "Dave, could I use your office and computer for a bit? It's kind of urgent. I was in the middle of some trades and my laptop died." "Again?" Dave chuckled. Lupie looked chagrined and rolled her eyes. "Good thing you have your software installed in there already. Just log me off and do what you gotta do. How long do you need me to stay out?" "Rest of the afternoon?" "Okay." Dave started to walk away but Lupie snagged him by the shirtfront and tugged him towards her. They kissed softly. They didn't hear the small footsteps approaching. "Oh gag me with a tamale." Both adults laughed too hard to maintain the kiss. "I do need to get in there," Lupie said. A quick peck and she scampered into the office. Dave knelt down and wrapped Esme in a hug. "And you, rascal, need to give it a rest. We keep a lot out of your sight because; well because it should be out of your viewing. So give us a break on the kissing once in a while, huh?" "Yessir" her tone sounded reluctant, but the grin was hard to suppress. She took four quick steps away from him before turning. "Dave?" "Yes, sweetie?" "Thanks for making mom happy." "Never have I ever; used a pay phone," Reena said with a wicked grin. Shawna and all the ladies over thirty took a drink. Dave first reached into his pocket, pulled his hand back out, and tossed a quarter at Reena. Then he took a drink. Liv busted out laughing. "One of Dad's favorite songs!" she cried as she cackled loudly and leaned a bit too far over into Mel. They'd been going for over half an hour. And she and Mel had pre-gamed. "Song?" Reena asked. "Pay phones used to cost a quarter to make a call. Early nineties, there was a country breakup song called 'Here's a Quarter, Call Someone Who Cares'," Dave filled in. Reena pouted, then stuck out her tongue. "Okay, Lupie, your turn," Jan prompted. 'Never have I ever; done the splits." Reena threw one back. Liv joined her, while Dave laughed. "That laugh suggests a story," Nessa observed. "Yeah, yeah," Liv replied. "I was; oh, about ten or so?" "Eleven," Dave corrected. "Right. Anyway, the girlie girl types were saying I was not really a girl if I couldn't do the splits. So I did." Dave cleared his throat. Liv blushed. "On top of the monkey bars." All the older ladies burst out laughing. "Well, that showed them!" Shawna rejoined. "And I believe it's Dave's turn now." "Alright, never have I ever; taken a nude or semi-nude selfie." Reena's eyes bugged out. She reached for her drink, threw back a slug, then covered her face with her hand. Mel, Liv, and Nessa followed suit. That was no shock to anyone. Jan doing so caught a few looks. "Nope, not gonna talk about it." Jan's face was as red as Melanie's hair. "Okay, moving on; " "Not yet. Someone hasn't drunk." Dave said. He looked at Becca, clearing his throat. "What?! I've never sent nude selfies. You're the first guy I ever got naked for!" "I believe you." Then Dave held up his phone and waggled it. Becca's eyes got wide. "Oh, crap, I forgot about that!" The young blonde blushed about six shades of red before reaching for her drink. "Oh, this I gotta hear." Melanie breathed. Becca hid her face in her hands, peeking between two fingers. Lupie laughed loudly. "Okay, you busted me out, so spill." Becca looked pleadingly at Dave, then shrugged her shoulders, giving him a nod. "Loops, you remember that very first day, when the vax guy came around?" Lupie nodded in reply. "And you wondered why Becca was acting all embarrassed after I told you I'd accepted you both?" "Yes?; oh!" "I told you she'd be the one to say it was okay to tell you what happened? She just did." Lupie just nodded in reply. "Uh, care to fill the rest of us in?" Mel asked. "So the CDC guy came around mid-September. He got to Lupie's house first. She sent him over here with a letter asking that I request her and Becca, giving her reasons why I should say yes. After setting things up with Arthur, I texted both of them that I would make the request. Becca replied with a selfie. With her shirt and bra pulled up. Still have it by the way." Dave winked at Becca. "Shit, we shoulda thought of that! Right after the video call!" Liv groused, nudging Mel. "Another missed first." "Becca was weeks before that call, so still first. Well, first amongst this group, not first ever." "Oh, yeah?" Dave dodged. "Old girlfriend, long time ago. So, who's turn is it next?" Thankfully, they let it slide. October 27, 2020. Dave descended the stairs to see Olivia, Becca and Reena watching a 90's movie. The two teens were making a concerted effort to take in as much of the movies and songs that Dave had grown up with, particularly the ones he had physical copies of. Reena had taken some adjusting to the idea of watching without streaming. Not that they didn't stream at all. Last night, Dave had discovered several of his partners, including Reena, hadn't yet seen Hamilton. That required immediate correction. "Wow, really? It's a great story, well executed, and it's historical. I mean, yeah, they take some liberties, but Miranda was pretty true to the essence of the characters." "But history?" Reena whined. "It's just a bunch of old white guys." Dave looked askance at her. "You're sleeping with an old white guy." Reena's face fell, and Dave's heart with it. In a soft voice, she said, "You're not just an old white guy to me." Her head wasn't exactly hanging, but she didn't meet his eyes. Fuck, emotional landmine triggered. Splash damage accumulating. Dave got up swiftly, without rushing, to stand in front of her and take her in his arms. He kissed the crown of her head as her face nestled in his chest. "I'm sorry honey, I didn't mean to sound so disparaging." Reena slipped her arms around Dave and took him in a hug. Several others joined in, circling the pair in their arms. "Reena, honey?" Shawna prompted. "The guy who wrote it had a vision to make the story more interesting than 'just a bunch of old white guys. Give it a try. I think you'll like it." As often happened, Shawna was spot-on. This morning though, the trio were watching Dave's blu-ray of Twister. "You know, we'll have to watch this in April. Before or during the first severe thunderstorm warning." Dave said as he rounded the back corner to pass them without blocking their view. All three girls chuckled lightly and accepted the kisses Dave planted on them as he passed behind them on his way to the library. Entering, he found Vanessa lounging with a book. He took a seat in easy speaking distance without crowding her. "So, how are you settling in?" "Pretty well. It's; so peaceful here. I really expected a house with this many people in it to be more chaotic. I mean, there's a fun energy here, and a lot of life, but it's; so soothing here. Thank you, David. For accepting me, for just; being here to match with." "I'm enjoying having you here. Beyond the obvious, I mean." Nessa snickered at that. "You've slipped rather smoothly into the family and already I couldn't imagine this place, or us, without you." "That's so sweet, thank you." "Maybe once the whole state's vaccinated, we'll get some normalcy and get out to do the usual family things together." "When we get some normalcy again, you ought to marry Lupie." "I should marry all of you." "No. No, I don't feel that way. Lupie does. Olivia does. And maybe Janice. Shawna too, she has it bad for you. Becca is still young and sorting it all out. Same goes for Reena and Mel. I don't share that depth of bond. I wouldn't want to cheapen what they have with you by sharing a marriage ceremony when I don't have that connection. I damn well better be one of the bridesmaids though" A wry smile crossed Vanessa's face. "I care for you. I love you. I love this family. I am not in love with you." "If it weren't for this damn serum, you would be free to find someone to have that bond with." Vanessa's eyes watered. "Don't ever say that again." There was steel in every syllable. "I may not be in love with you, but this is one of the best relationships I've ever had. I have more joy; not mere happiness; joy in my life now than I have had in a very long time. If the serum caused this, then Thank God and bring it on. I wouldn't change what I have right now for anything. I know you care for me. I can feel it. I feel it from each of the others. What we have is special and I don't ever want to let it go." Dave stood and walked towards Vanessa. From one eye, a tear rolled down her cheek. "I haven't felt this safe and accepted since I was a little girl that didn't know what emotional pain was." She closed her eyes, surrendering, hopeful, to what he might do next. Dave bent down, bringing his face to hers. He kissed each eye gently. He kissed each tear streak. He kissed her gently on the nose, eliciting a small giggle. He kissed her lips, softly at first, growing firmer as she responded. She broke the kiss and opened her eyes in time to see his eyes opening. She could see the tears watering them. "You're going to make me fall in love with you aren't you?" "No. I'm going to give you every reason to, and let you decide." Dave reached underneath Vanessa and lifted her. She wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him as he carried her. Olivia noticed them coming out of the library. With a small grin she began singing in a soft voice "Who; knows what to-morrow brings; in a world; few hearts survive ;” Dave tried scowling at her, but he couldn't get the grin off his face. As they neared the base of the stairs, Vanessa ceased her slow circuit of kissing Dave's cheek, neck and lips. "I think you better let me walk from here stud." Dave chuckled and lowered her feet to the floor. They rose up the stairs, side-by-side joined at the hips, shoulders, and lips. From below, they heard Olivia mutter "God that's hot." Reena Umm-hmmed her agreement. "My nipples are freaking diamonds right now." Entering the bedroom, Dave and Vanessa began removing each other's clothes, quickly, but without frenzy. They stood naked, at the end of the bed, kissing, holding and softly groping each other. Dave pressed in close and gripped Vanessa under the curve of her ass. He lifted her and tossed her into the middle of the bed. She squealed happily as she flew. Dave slowly crawled up the bed, kissing Vanessa as he went. He started by kissing the big toe of her left foot and proceeded down the top of her foot to her ankle. Then he switched to her right foot. When he reached her ankle, he continued laying soft, gentle kisses up her shin. Then again up her left shin. He avoided the backs of her calves, her kneecap and the inside of her knee. These spots were very ticklish for Vanessa. Becca loved the loss of control when Dave tickled her. Becca and Janice loved the counter play of tickling and sexual stimulation. Vanessa would mule-kick him through a wall if he tickled her. And be out of the mood. And be pissed for a few days. So no tickle-y He kissed his way up the tops and outsides of each leg. He kissed a wandering path around her abdomen, taking time at her belly button like a caravan merchant at an oasis. Vanessa moaned. Her belly button was one of her favorite places for Dave to play with. Dave began working his way upward again, kissing in a straight line that ran up from her navel between her tits. He looked up as he rose, seeing her eyes locked on him, hungry and happy. Pure joy radiated from her face. He reached the hollow of her neck and alternated kissing with light nibbling. Vanessa moaned again and shifted beneath him. This was another of her favorite spots. He kissed up to her jaw, across her jawline, to her lips. "Umm" Vanessa hummed as Dave settled in, his body pressing firmly against hers. He rested his weight on his elbows and knees (outside of hers) and took her hands in his, out to the sides of her head, their fingers interlaced. It was more sensual than sexual. After several minutes, Dave slipped his hands loose and moved lower for the next step. He broke the kiss. Vanessa whimpered and opened her eyes. She bit back a complaint about the end of the kiss, because she knew what was coming would be better. Dave kissed her chin, then her shoulder. He stroked the outside of each tit with his fingertips. He kissed from her shoulder down to the top of her tit. He kissed around her tit, never touching the areola. Then he placed tiny, soft kisses just at the border of her areola without brushing her nipple. Vanessa whimpered. His hand played with her other tit, likewise avoiding the areola. Vanessa squeaked as he took her nipple and areola in his mouth and suckled, flicking his tongue against her nipple. "Yes; ;” she clutched the sheets and writhed beneath him. It was delicious torture. He had her worked up and ready, but kept the foreplay going rather than enter her. One finger of his hand lightly brushed across her other nipple. Back and forth. Back and forth. Light pinch. "Oh, David, please baby." Dave chuckled. He met her eyes as he descended down her body again, taking less time than when he rose. He kissed her hip, then across her pelvis and down. He kissed her mound of Venus and descended with his mouth hovering over her labia, but not touching. He let his breath brush over her entrance. Then he pulled back further and kissed her inner thigh. He heard a strangled whine from above. He nibbled. He switched thighs. More shifting and squirming. Dave latched his mouth onto Vanessa's labia and suckled like a newborn. "Yes!" Her body lifted off the bed for several seconds. He flicked his tongue against her entrance before easing it inside of her. She let out a contented moan. He slid his hands along her sides and thighs. Dave lifted his eyes to look at Vanessa. Her eyes were closed in bliss. He moved marginally forward and took her clitoris into his mouth, massaging it with his lips and tongue. "Oh God!" her eyes flew open. Hands gripped sheets and pulled hard. Her feet lifted. Dave backed off, giving her a moment. He started crawling up the bed, over top of her. Vanessa pouted and locked eyes with him. Desire and need echoed back and forth between their eyes. Dave inserted himself into her wet, relaxed passage and slid forward purposefully. Vanessa issued a sound that was both a sigh and a moan signaling her satisfaction. Once again, Dave interlaced his fingers with hers. With his hands on top of hers, and all four hands beside Nessa's ears, Dave began to rock his body overtop of her. He held himself just low enough that his chest and ribs softly grazed over her erect nipples. With slow, gentle strokes, he raised the two of them towards ecstasy. Kissing softly, they communicated without words, just sighs, moans, and hums. Time stopped and the world fell away. Just two lovers wrapped in gauzy layers of lovemaking. Nessa's body trembled with anticipation for what felt like an eternity as Dave caressed and stimulated her, hitting all her pleasure spots just so, raising her gently to one delicious climax. He buried himself to the root within her as the dam burst forth. Her erotic writhing alternatively pushed him away and strove to swallow him within her. The oscillations of her wet passage seized his organ and sent him cascading over the cliff with her. Struck by the serum induced orgasm, Nessa clutched him tightly and howled her pleasure. When Nessa's grasp loosened, Dave slipped to lie beside her, holding her close. Drifting back into the conscious world, Nessa snuggled in close, draping an arm over him. "Hmm, so that's what the girls have been calling 'the full Dave', huh? I like it." Shawna's rotating early shift was today, allowing all of us to sit down as a family and finish discussing housing preferences. Mel came in from the kitchen once Shawna arrived. "We didn't quite get there last time, but with 12 or more people, we need a bigger kitchen." Lupie said emphatically. "Preferably with a double oven and a cooktop with five burners and a grill. Four burners and no grill is still okay. And gas, not electric." "Anything else for the kitchen?" "Well, an island, preferably with power to it, but with a cutting board top, and large enough for rolling out dough." Lupie paused, looking pensive. "Did I go too far?" "Not at all, that sounds great. Especially if I actually get to use it." Dave grinned back. Lupie smirked and rolled her eyes. "Oh, and one other condition; a nice big batch of tamales after we move in." Lupie's eyes danced. "Absolutely." "I was thinking," Reena said, "how about a backyard deck?" Dave interjected "Not really necessary. It would be good to have, but I can build a reliable deck. Especially with Livy involved. You can help too if you want." "If you can do renno, I may have work for you." Vanessa smirked. Dave laughed. "I still have a day job. Our house sure, but I'm not looking to make it a job. Oh, and what ever we get needs plenty of electrical outlets. If it's really necessary, I could run a few new breakers and circuits, but seriously, I'd rather stay away from that." Shawna looked alarmed. "Baby, I believe you when you say you've got skills, but I don't want you around one-ten, or worse, two-twenty." Dave returned with a scowling laugh, "That's why you turn it off at the box, dear." "Just be careful honey." "Yes, Peaches." That earned a laugh all around, as Shawna blew a kiss at him. Nessa looked at her. "Are you from Georgia?" "No, but my parents met there in college. Mom's from Georgia, Dad was just there for school. They raised me and my brother in St. Louis." "And you went there for your degree?" "Oh no. I knew I wanted to be a meteorologist since I was a young teen. I went to O U. With the National Weather Service center right there, I got experiences I could never have gotten elsewhere. Spent a good chunk of my upper-class and grad years chasing storms." "Sounds like a lot of fun." "Oh yeah." Nessa grinned with Shawna, then turned to Dave. "I have been asked to press the idea of the towers one more time. Not so much our immediate supervisor here, but the folks back in DC. Their argument is that it's more efficient." "Unbelievable." Dave managed to avoid grumbling. "You do realize that the same people that want to shove us into a shoebox are the same little hypocrites that scream their heads off when a CEO lays off workers to make his company more efficient. Both of them are promoting the math of what they want, ignoring what they don't, and neither actually gives a shit about the people they are using like pawns." Shawna, seated beside him, stroked his arm, a slight grin on her face. "Yeah, okay, I'll climb down off my soap box. But no, I do not want to live in an apartment tower. A neighborhood, sure. A diverse neighborhood sounds great. I'm not a fan of monochrome anyway." "Clearly," Nessa said. "Just looking around the room proves that." "I'm sorry, but the whole 'I know better than you' crowd pisses me off, whether it's the church variety, the lefty variety, or the old money variety." "Okay, okay," Nessa replied light heartedly. "I had to bring it up again. I've done so, and you've been quite clear. I'll get on the search tomorrow. It may take a bit, but I'm sure we can find something that meets our requirements." The conversation turned to other subjects, and the family splintered into little knots of discussions. Mel slipped back out to check on the meal she was making. Dave didn't know what it was, but it smelled really good. Well, he knew it was something with chicken. He decided to join Mel in the kitchen. "Hey, Mel, how's it goin'?" "Almost done." Mel turned her face to his and received the offered kiss. "Smells really good. Chicken soup?" "Chicken and dumplings. From scratch. I boiled the chicken earlier this afternoon. It's about time for me to mix the dumplings. After that, it'll be ready to eat in twenty minutes." Dave wrapped his arms around her, holding her close from behind as she watched the pot. "Perfect choice for a dreary day like today. And, I haven't had chicken and dumplings in a long time." "Well, I hope you like mine." "Oh, Mel," Dave said as he nuzzled his head against hers, "you know I like your dumplings." He traced the middle finger of each hand up her sides, pulling away before reaching her tits. She cackled, turning to face him. With a light smack on his shoulder she said, "You're an old lech," she stepped in for a kiss. "But you're my old lech." She waggled her eyebrows. Dave chuckled, resting his forehead against hers. Then the doorbell rang. "Go, I need to get on the dumplings anyway." Mel swatted him on the ass as he walked away. Jan was already at the door when Dave arrived. The soldier was just handing over the clipboard. Beside her stood a young black woman with her hair in several tight braids. She stood about 5'6", with eyes that appeared to prefer laughing, but bore the potential to penetrate obfuscation, a cute button nose and a bright red lipstick on her perfectly sized mouth. Large golden hoop earrings in her ears and tight black jeans on her legs were the only attire visible other than her thick coat. Given the near-freezing temperatures and drizzle that had gone on all day long, Dave could hardly blame her. The black handle and ribbing stood out starkly from the vivid, deep pink of her umbrella canopy. It looked thoroughly functional, and infinitely girlie; maybe a bit more Wednesday Addams than cheerleader, but that didn't bother Dave in the slightest. Jan handed the clipboard back to the soldier, who departed immediately. "Hello, my name is Janice, though I prefer Jan." She held out her hand, which was taken without trepidation. "And this is Dave." He likewise reached out and shook the lady's hand. "Come on inside. We were just about to sit down for dinner." "About twenty minutes," Dave supplied. "Mel; Melanie; is making chicken and dumplings." "Oh, that sounds really good. Especially with this weather." She pulled her roller case through the foyer and parked it just inside the living room. The ladies approached her, no more than three at once, and the early few drew her towards the center of the room as they greeted her and introduced themselves. Mel, having not taken a seat yet, exited to the kitchen again, reappearing barely a minute later. "It'll be about ten more minutes," she replied to the expectant faces that turned her way. Becca and Olivia immediately stood, heading to the kitchen. Apparently, it was their turn to set the table. The light conversations and sharing continued through the meal, interrupted only by nearly everyone asking for a second bowl (Dave had four, but made sure everyone else was done eating before the last two.) Of course, each family member took multiple opportunities to praise Mel for the quality of the meal, and the excellent choice for the dreary conditions. Dave listened in on the conversations around him, paying special attention to the ones involving the new arrival, Niki. Between his own conversations with her, he learned her full name was Nicole Lassiter, and she worked as the network administrator and network security administrator for a bank headquartered in Dallas. With all the losses, she was now over all computer issues that were not customer facing. Her little brother was still in college, hunkering down in the UGA dorms. Niki, her mom, and her dad each called him at least once a week both for their own peace of mind and to keep his spirits up. Niki's parents were recently vaccinated. Her mother had styled her hair before 'her baby girl' left for the Vax Center. The tight braids she wore were called a Senegalese twist. Since her mother was a hairdresser (not that she was seeing customers at the moment) she had extensions on hand to do her daughter up right. Niki's dad had just retired from road construction work, looking to open up a barbecue restaurant; right before the lockdowns hit. Dave also noticed a slight unsteadiness on occasion when Niki walked. It made him concerned for her well-being, but he wasn't sure how to bring it up without being rude. As the evening wore on, he noticed Niki making furtive glances his way. The next time she did, he made eye contact, lifting one eyebrow. She bit her lip and nodded. Dave rose from his seat and strode to her side. A few eyes followed them as he took her hand and led her upstairs. Dave guided her to the master bedroom. Niki quickly took a seat on the bed. "You know, I didn't ask you earlier: do you want to do this here, or in a separate room? Here, you're going to wind up with several other women in the bed as well. We still have a room you could wake up in with some privacy. Shawna and I use it sometimes to spend time together when she gets home from work, and she stores clothes in there so she can dress and not disturb anyone when she has an early morning shift, but nobody uses the bed in there." "No, here's fine, thank you." Looked pensive for a moment. And a little pained. "Are you okay? If you don't want to do this; " "No, no I'm fine, really. Well, I'm not fine, but you aren't the problem, not by a long shot. I pushed myself too hard this evening. I should have spent less time standing." Dave waited while she ordered her thoughts. "I haven't been completely honest with you, Dave. I only recently got to a point where I can walk without a cane. Over a year ago, I was t-boned by a drunk driver. Shattered my legs. It'd be a good bet that half the metal in this room, is in my bones right now." She let out an annoyed snort. "I used to run track. Even got a partial scholarship that helped me get my degree. I spent months in a wheelchair, and then a walker. After that, I moved up to those forearm crutches. During lockdown, I couldn't go to the doctor, so when I felt annoyed enough with the crutches I shifted to a simple cane. And now I've been walking without any aid for over a month, but it hurts like hell; and it's tiring." "You are one tough cookie." Dave said from the spot he'd taken beside her as she spoke. "I don't feel so tough. I feel beat up and worn out." Dave hugged her. "You want me to tuck you in and let you rest? We could do the imprinting tomorrow." "No, no I want to do this with you Dave. I just may need you to go easy. And probably help me undress." "Just to be clear, you're asking me to strip your clothes off, handle your body gently, and blow a load inside you?" Dave said with a hint of sarcasm. Niki giggled. "You seem man enough to handle the job." Dave answered her with a kiss, full on the lips, pressing firmly but with moderation. His hands drifted behind her shoulder blades. Niki responded, humming into the kiss and parting her lips. When Dave's tongue probed undemandingly, hers welcomed the visitor. Dave's hands roamed slowly, taking the first steps in learning the body of his newest lover. He enjoyed the feel of her in his hands. There was a looseness, as would be expected for an athlete that had been benched. Beneath that slight layer, there was a firm core. She was; exciting. And excited. Whatever she wanted in a man, she seemed to think Dave had it. Well, that and the serum had her amped up. Dave was finally getting past feeling guilty about that. Mostly. Dave started consciously directing his hands, seeking the buttons or clasps or zipper to loosen the neck of the tight black top she was wearing. Solid black panels with a black lace overlay stitched in at regular intervals. Finding the short zipper took no time at all. He next dropped his hands, seeking the hem of her shirt under her jeans waist. There was no hem. As his hands quested, he found bare hip, with cloth from the top still diving down her front and back. Just like a swimsuit. Then it struck him. He came up for air and play scowled at her. "You could have just said it was a bodysuit." She snickered. "Aw, where's the fun in that?" Dave kissed her. Then he gently shoved her backwards onto the bed. Her torso lay flat on the bed, her legs dangling off. Dave stood and faced her. Reaching down, he unbuttoned her jeans and lowered her zipper. Niki's eyes twinkled as Dave took hold of the cuff of her jeans and pulled them off. He missed the worried look in her eyes as the scars on her legs were exposed. That's because his eyes were locked on her trim brown legs. They stayed fixated on those lovely legs as he kneeled between them and began kissing her legs, first one then the other. All over her thighs, then, gently lifting, careful not to lift too high, he kissed her calves and shins. He lavished every inch of her legs with his lips and tongue. Niki moaned. Then she sniffled. Alerted, Dave brought his head up, locking his eyes on hers. Tears watered the bottom of her almond shaped sockets. "You make me feel beautiful again." "You always were." He kept his eyes on her as he kissed the inside of her knee. The kiss extended into suckling. He gave the spot a little nip, then moved his position by a few inches and giving the same attention, adding in a few strokes of his tongue tip. Niki's chest heaved. Dave could hear sobs amongst the moans as he switched to her other knee. He would have been alarmed except for the clearly cathartic tone. "Umm, David, please, I need you up here." With a grin, Dave worked his way, unhurried but not dawdling, up her leg, kissing and huffing hot breath on her exposed skin as he went. Reaching her fragrant core, Dave brought his fingers softly to the three little snaps holding the gusset of her bodysuit together. A gentle flick separated the two soaked flaps of cloth and revealed that Niki wore nothing underneath. The engorged, richly black outer labia of her nethers drenched in her arousal. Her inner labia petaled outward, yielding a peek at the pink interior. Dave blew one long, slow hot breath over her bare, quivering sex before latching his mouth on her. He suckled her lower lips as her back arched. Niki keened her pleasure while her arms beat a tattoo on the bed. "David, now, please, now." Dave shucked his shoes and quickly slipped his cargo shorts and boxers to the floor. In a flash, Dave was over top of her, dragging her up the bed like a leopard securing his prey in a tree. Niki's breath caught as he took charge of her body. The fire in her eyes was unmistakable. He kissed her deeply, then pulled away. With his eyes locked on hers, he moved himself to her entrance and pressed his cockhead just barely inside. The fluids leaked all over his throbbing cock touched her most sensitive places and set off a riot only attributable to the serum. Dave anchored her motions with his knees, pressed against her rear, but not enough to force her legs too far apart. "Fuck that was good." She paused for a deep breath. "Hmm, I'm all yours now Dave. Send me off to neverland, lover." Dave worked within her, slowly and gently at first, picking up pace slightly and a little more force when she signaled it was needed and acceptable. Her hums and moans continuously reminding him his actions were still mutually desired. His peak arrived and he shot hot ropes of cum with his cock buried deep in her, his cockhead brushing her cervix. Immediately, she shuddered, racked with the serum induced pleasure that forever locked her life with his. Dave held her in her throes until she went limp muttering "Imprinting; imprinting; imprinting ;” He rose, going to the bathroom to clean himself before returning with a wet washcloth and a hand towel to clean Niki. Once she was cleaned and dry, he snapped her body suit closed again and arranged her comfortably on the bed, beneath the covers. He placed a soft kiss on her forehead before heading downstairs to spend social time with the rest of his family. As he descended the staircase into the mild buzz of the other eight women happily sharing his life, his home, and his bed, Dave marveled at how amazing his life was. Chapter 10; Storm Winds. October 28, 2020 4:18am David's hand was halfway to the palmprint secured gun safe on the back side of his headboard before he realized he was even awake. With the vertical placement, and the; activity frequently occurring in the bed, he'd installed two Velcro loops to hold the pistol and magazine inside. He released the pistol and placed it on his chest before reaching back for the clip. Fortunately, only two hands and a part of one leg were draped over him at the moment. The four younger girls were in their rooms, leaving Lupie, Jan, Shawna, Vanessa, and his newest partner Nicole to share his bed. Nicole was one of the hands, and the partial leg. By consensus, the ladies decided she should get to curl up next to Dave for her imprinting sleep. Gingerly, Dave slipped free of his partners' limbs and slid down the bed onto the floor. Only then did he insert the magazine and work the slide. Flipping the safety on, he padded softly but quickly to the closet to grab a pair of shorts. He decided not to wear slippers this time. He might need the extra footing. Keeping close to the wall, he approached the bedroom door. With the door still shut, he took the safety off, but kept his finger out of the trigger well for the moment. Slowly, Dave eased the door open. Slipping through, he noticed a shape in the hallway, against the wall, at the top of the stairs. Too dark to identify an individual, the figure made the 'Join Me' signal his friend Carter had taught him long ago. He did not raise his weapon. Sliding along the wall silently, just the way he'd practiced at least once every year, Dave approached. Proximity gave the reassurance the lighting denied at a distance. Liv crouched in the hallway, pistol in hand, wearing only a light nightgown that reached most of the way to her knees. With a quick series of hand signals, Dave told Liv to follow at a distance as he prepared to descend the stairs as quietly as possible. Liv signaled back that she should lead, but apparently had no signal for why. Dave negated the suggestion, and started down the stairs. He reached the lower landing with no incident. His nerves had been raw as he got halfway down and the solid wall gave way to railing. Now he crouched on one knee, Liv a few steps up from the landing, but with good vision on the living room area, both of them listening. The nighttime chirping of mockingbirds was absent. No flutter of wings or rustle of raccoons, possums, or skunks. Out here on the wild edge of the metroplex, there was always something moving at night. Dave signaled for Liv to post up on the landing and then moved along the wall of the stairs, in front of the media center to the corner of the living room where the downstairs hallway started. He was now directly below the spot Liv had occupied when he first emerged from the bedroom. And just two steps from his secured gun closet recessed under the stairs and hidden behind a normal looking panel. Dave had only one twelve round magazine. Liv had purchased a larger safe and had a spare ten round magazine in addition to the one in her weapon. It was a bit awkward carrying it since she had no pockets, but Carter had taught a variety of firing stances, one of which allowed carrying something in the non-dominant hand. By the absence of natural sounds, somebody was outside. He did not know how many, or how they were armed, but he was sure they weren't here in the oh-my-god-it's-early hours for a friendly visit. He slid the cover for the pin pad open so he could punch in the unlock code. Dave heard a crashing thump at the door followed by cursing. The security door worked just fine. He didn't get a chance to smile though. The glass door at the back of the living room shattered from several rounds. Dave squared his body with the opening just as two men stepped through. The first man fell as Dave brought his weapon up. The second went down just as his head turned to his right to see Liv's position flanking their breach. Dave heard a tinkling sound from the entry. Someone was breaking the window in the front parlor. Now he was worried. The thick pillar at the free corner of the landing would give Liv scant protection against a firearm. Dave stayed low, stepping away from his corner. It gave him protection against someone firing from the sliding door breach, but he had no angle to fire into the entryway. With the furniture screening him from the glass door breach, he approached the arch between the entry and living room. Loud whispers drifted in from his right. The remaining attackers on the deck seemed to be hesitant about testing themselves against the defenses. He was straining to pick out words when a head began to resolve itself in the entry. Dave fired two rounds. The body fell. He held his position, weapon ready. Out back he heard an angry growl, "Hey, one of those women is my sister!" The reply was too low to understand the words, but the snideness came through clearly. As did the answering gunshot. What the hell is going on? They're shooting each other now? Hey, they don't need to be on my property for that! The fallen body in front of Dave slid backwards. Hands appeared from the foyer and the broken glass door, but they were empty. The hands gripped a pair of ankles of one downed man each and yanked them back to where the hands came from. This repeated for the second body near the glass door. Wet sickening sounds ensued, backed up by an occasional retching noise. Murmurs were heard. Someone said something about a marker and a bag. "David?!" Shawna's voice called from up the stairs. That wasn't the only sound from upstairs. Roscoe was barking his head off. Furtive whispers indicated some of his family were at the top of the stairs with Shawna. "Keep everyone up there. Open up the armory in the main closet and distribute weapons to the adults. Everything Lt. Malcolm Reed gave us is in there. Arm up and take defensive positions upstairs." That was a bluff. Hopefully enough of one to drive the attackers away. Dave was sure Shawna would recognize the name of the armory officer from Enterprise and catch on. The sounds from the foyer and back deck took on a hurried pace before Dave heard footsteps rushing away. Dave and Olivia exchanged glances, and then immediately darted their eyes back to the penetration points. This happened a few more times over the next several minutes. "Looks like we're clear." "Yeah, just stay on your toes." "I know. I grew up under the same guy that trained you, remember?" "Vividly." Cautious footsteps descended the stairs. "David, Olivia, it's Shawna. I'm coming down." Slowly, Shawna came into view, feet first on the exposed portion of the staircase. Her pink satin nightgown falling just past her knees gave her some coverage, but made Dave aware of the cold, damp air pouring in from both breaches. "Are you two okay? Is it safe?" "For now. We've got two big holes in the house, so maybe keep everybody up there where it's warm unless they're needed down here." Dave paused for a second. "Ask Nessa and Mel to look out the upstairs windows. See if they can spot these guys leaving, or lying in wait." Shawna disappeared upstairs, then came back down after a brief verbal exchange. Shawna came down to the lower landing and spoke briefly with Livy, giving her a hug. Then she came to Dave. She hugged him fiercely. Her voice shook as she said thickly, "For a little bit there, I thought I was going to lose you." "We held." Dave managed to keep most of the nervous tension and post-adrenaline shake out of his voice. By the look in her eye, Shawna wasn't fooled a bit. Dave led her to the beginning of the hallway, the cubby under the stairs. He whispered the passcode in her ear so she could unlock it. That had been the galling thing during the attack. His full stash of weapons had been right beside his shoulder, but he couldn't spare the attention to unlock it. Clearly, he needed to rethink his arrangements. Shawna handed out a thigh holster for him, which he only saw peripherally as he kept watch. The weight told him immediately she'd placed two pre-filled magazines in there for him. He pulled one out for a quick check. No use him having Livy's mags. "I go to the pistol range about every other month. Nothing fancy, but I'm a decent shot and I know the difference between ten mil and nine mil. What? It's a very satisfying skill to have, and a great way to blow off some stress." Dave chuckled and turned his head, with a quick lean to her and gave her a peck on the cheek. Then he stepped back out to his post. He felt Shawna walking out, so he moved to the other side of the hallway so she could make her way to Livy with the other thigh holster without crossing Dave's line of sight. She paused at his shoulder. "Dave, do you want the other weapons in there?" Dave thought for a minute. He knew which ones Shawna had to mean. He sighed, "Yeah. A tac vest and one of the MP5's. Tac vests should already have six loaded magazines in the pockets. Get two and give the other vest and weapon to Liv. Then find out if anyone upstairs has any weapons training. You said you shoot, how good are you?" Shawna handed out a vest first, which Dave quickly donned. "With silhouette targets, I can put four out of five rounds through the heart. Now, I haven't gotten to shoot since the lockdowns, but I was pretty regular before." She handed him one of the MP5's which Dave quickly slung over his head and shoulder, inserted a magazine he'd pulled from the vest and chambered a round, then safed the weapon. "Are those; ?" "Semiauto. Carter went to a lot of work to make sure we had everything we could legally have, but never anything illegal. They do have the integral noise suppressor. It was expensive as hell and took forever plus a mountain of paperwork, but it's all legal. At least in Texas." "God Bless Texas," she said with a gleam in her eye. Shawna gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before sauntering over to Livy, a thigh holster clutched in one hand, a tac vest in the other, and an MP5 slung over her neck. A second thigh holster, with a nine millimeter and magazines was strapped to her sleek, powerful thigh. Shawna handed off the gear to Olivia, then swiftly moved back to the concealed weapons closet. She was in there for quite a while before emerging. "There was only one more pre-loaded nine mil mag, so I had to load a few or just walk around with one. The second choice didn't sound viable." "Agreed." Dave grasped Shawna's bicep and pulled her in for a quick kiss on the cheek. She beamed at him after returning the kiss, then headed upstairs. Dave heard Liv saying something to Shawna as she passed by. An eternity and a short time later, two sets of footsteps descended the staircase. Melanie followed behind Shawna. "Carter and Liv both took me to the range several times. I even went to a tactical course once my aim was; acceptable. But only with pistol. I've never shot anything else." "Good enough. There's another thigh holster and pistol inside. What did Carter train you on? "Nine millimeter. He said it was so common it made a good starting point. Once with Liv, we rented shotguns at an outdoor range and I was decent with it." "Pistol will do fine. Shawna, help her get some magazines loaded. Has anyone called for police?" Mel swallowed nervously. "I didn't see anyone waiting in the back yard, but the deck;” "Yes?" "It's; disturbing. Dave, be careful." Dave nodded, as did Liv. Shawna spoke up as she followed Mel in. It was tight with two adults in there, but doable. At three it would have been cramped. "Lupie called. They didn't know how long before someone responds. They're stretched thin and the night shift is the least staffed." Wordlessly, she handed over a t-shirt she'd grabbed while she was upstairs. Dave slipped the tac vest off, donned the shirt, then the tac vest again. While he dressed, he spoke with his partners. "Fuck. Okay, here's what's gonna happen. You two take defensive positions on the stairs. One of you take the lower landing, one further up, just below the ceiling line. Then Liv and I will go out through the deck, and check the exterior all the way around." "I'll take the landing," Mel said. "I've had training with Carter, I should be the one exposed." "You sure?" Shawna prodded. "Yeah." "Okay, take your positions then." Dave kissed each one on the cheek before they walked away. When both had taken their places, Liv came over to him. Dave had one more instruction for Shawna. "Oh, and tell Lupie to call the police again, let them know we are clearing the grounds so they don't just shoot us on sight." Shawna nodded and crept upwards. Jan came down the stairs, bearing a pair of shoes for Dave and Liv, a pair of socks stuck into one shoe for each of them. After handing over the shoes, Jan headed back upstairs. They shod themselves quietly. "So, me on point?" Liv asked as she finished. "No, I'll take point, you cover me." "Dave, if anything happens to you, we're all in big trouble." "That's why you're watching my back. Otherwise, I'd go out there solo and leave you in charge here." "Like hell you would. I ain't some; " "I know you are capable, but I'm still going to shield you from as much risk as I can." Liv rolled her eyes. "Gee, I feel safe and offended all at once." Dave stared at her stony. "Are we done here? Ready to go?" "Shit, Dad really rubbed off on you. Yeah, let's do this." Olivia fell in behind Dave as he headed straight for the glass door breach. Both held their weapons ready, jutting forward with the strap taut around their necks and backs. Dave paused at the breach. "Off safe." "Roger." Dave examined the scene visible through the broken glass and the flapping curtain. Blood trails led out the breach from the various points where the bodies of the invaders had landed. He could see the legs of a few of them still on the deck. He turned his head to catch first Shawna's then Mel's eyes, nodded, and proceeded cautiously but swiftly out the breach. He swiveled right going out, knowing Liv would go left, just as her father had taught them for years. Each stopped at the furthest extension of the deck in their direction, scanning the deck and yard in a full semicircle, their backs to the house. There was no damage to the fence, and no apparent damage to the greenhouse or anything else in the backyard. The deck however; well, it wasn't damaged. The bodies on it were. Each had the pants and underwear pulled down and a huge bloody mess where the genitals once were. Blood continued to ooze out of the wounds, though clearly it had poured out initially. Dave signaled his intent to clear the greenhouse. Liv followed him. It didn't take long to clear. They emerged quickly, rescanning the backyard as they did. With Liv trailing, Dave exited the backyard through the side gate. The side yard showed no disturbance. In the front yard, they found the same gruesome sight as the back deck. Here though, they found an empty plastic baggie with blood spatter. And a few bloody fingerprints. The bag snagged under the heel of the corpse, ensuring the light wind was insufficient to blow it away. Dave and Liv finished the sweep, checking the other side yard, which showed no signs of disturbance. "I think we're safe, for now. These guys bugged out." "Yeah, but why did they cut their buddies' junk off?" Dave shivered, and not from the crummy weather. Well, maybe a little from the weather. He was barely dressed after all. "Let's get inside." Since the front door was still locked, they traipsed back through the side yard to the gate and came in through the broken glass door. "Coming in." Dave called before entering. "No sign of anyone out there." The relief on Mel and Shawna's faces was evident. Their shoulders relaxed slightly. "Can you two keep watch here? I'm gonna talk to the others, then we'll both get dressed, and then I'll call the police again." At the top of the stairs, four of Dave's partners wrapped him in hugs muttering their relief that he was still in one piece. He could see Lupie gazing at him, beseechingly as she held Esme close, soothing her. A loud bang against a door at the end of the hall reminded Dave of other necessities. "You better go let Roscoe out so he can see that we're all intact," Dave chuckled. As Olivia opened the door, Roscoe bolted from the room, turning only when she bellowed "Roscoe, Heel." That cut through his canine brain fog of 'defense mode'. He turned to her, sniffing as if checking on her condition. Liv knelt in front of him. She placed her hands on either side of his face and began stroking his neck and back while speaking softly, in calm tones. After a few whimpers, he started aggressively licking her face and putting his paws on her shoulders. Addressing his family, Dave said, "Liv and I need to get dressed. We need to call the police again, and we need to get those holes sealed." "Holes?" Jan asked. "Yeah, they busted in the sliding door and a window in the parlor. It's not quite as cold and miserable downstairs as it is outside, but it's close enough. For now, stay upstairs unless you have something you need to do down there. You can still run down to grab a book, or make meals or snacks. For tv, use the spare room that Shawna uses when she has morning shifts." "We could just use our laptops for streaming, Dave. We'll be fine." Reena added. She looked a bit bleary. To be fair, everyone seemed caught in some whipsaw state of alert and drowsy. Not surprising, given what they'd just been through. Dave patted her on the shoulder and kissed the crown of her head in appreciation. Releasing Reena, Dave knelt in front of Esme, who was showing clear signs of worry and strain. He enveloped her in his arms and held her close. "It's okay now, baby girl. We're all okay now." He held her, stroking her hair and back soothingly. After several minutes had passed, he loosened his grip and began to stand. Esme's arms immediately came up, wrapping Dave in a vise-grip hug. She didn't say anything, she didn't cry or whimper. She just clutched him tightly. Dave eyed Lupie, but she just looked back at him imploringly. He reached a hand out to her and she grabbed on immediately. He looked around at the others and saw the need for reassurance was still there. Olivia had already slipped into her room with Roscoe to get dressed. Becca, Reena, Jan, Nessa and Lupie all rushed to surround him the moment he waved his hand to 'bring it in'. Esme was wedged between Dave and Lupie. She finally relaxed her grip on Dave, and switched over to her mother. With a silent chuckle, Dave kissed Lupie on the cheek and slipped off to the master bedroom. Jan followed after him. "I thought I'd call the police and put it on speaker so you could talk to them while getting dressed." Dave nodded, then wrapped her in a hug and gave her a closed mouth kiss that was no less affectionate for its chasteness. Reluctantly, he released her and headed into the closet to collect some clothes. Jan dialed 911 as soon as Dave emerged. Police staffing was so low, all calls went through the emergency center. Long held habits are hard to break, though. Especially when those habits are codified in a manual. That's what they call 'procedure'. "911, what's your emergency?" "We called earlier about a break in. The people trying to break in have left, except the ones we shot," Dave called out in clear, even tones for the speaker. "Is anyone injured?" The operator droned, as if she been on duty too long, too many days in a row. "No, ma'am," Dave said. "No one in my family was hit, and the ones we shot are dead." "Are you sure they're dead?" "Yes ma'am. The guy that taught me how to shoot didn't teach me to miss. Besides, before they left, the invaders; mutilated the bodies. If they hadn't died from the gunshots, they'd have died from the blood loss." Dave was watching Jan's face when he mentioned the mutilation. Not the best choice, since he nearly fell over pulling on his cargo pants. It did allow him to see the flinch that briefly flitted across her face before she reasserted control. "Did you say mutilated, sir?" The tones were even, obviously someone that had worked 911 for years. Still, there were notes of 'oh shit' blended with 'what fucking else?' "I did." "Would you please specify the nature of the mutilation?" "The genitals of the deceased were removed." A short silence reigned on the line. "Could you repeat that sir?" The operator's voice sounded slightly more alert. Dave pulled his pre-tied sneakers on as he said, "the scrotum was removed from each of the corpses." This conversation was now added to the thick stack of reasons to be very glad of the distance between the master bedroom and Esme's bedroom. Lupie and the others had taken her there when Dave walked away. Between the walk-in closet and Dave's office, there was little chance sounds from the bedroom penetrated that far. "Are you certain the perpetrators have left?" "Yes ma'am, one of my partners and I swept the area; our yard anyway; and found no one remaining. All we found were the bodies that the survivors had drug back out of the house and carved up." "So the shooting happened inside the house?" "Correct." "I'm noting all this in the file sir. I'm appending this report to the prior calls your partner made requesting assistance. Since you are no longer in immediate danger, I am diverting the patrol response. They will get to you to you after attending to higher level calls." Even as she spoke, the woman's voice grew more exhausted, like a Walmart employee on Black Friday at about 3pm. "It's been almost an hour since the initial break in. Why has it taken so long?" "Sir, I'm not at liberty to discuss that, but I do apologize. I have no control over response times. I will dispatch a detective to investigate as well. Until then, please leave the scene undisturbed." "How long will that take? Can you give me an estimate?" "Probably a few hours, sir. There are very few detectives working night shift, so they'll likely hand this over to the dayshift investigators." "Hours? These guys busted in my sliding door and broke a large window in the parlor. It's making for quite a chilly cross breeze. And that's not even counting the blood stains and blood trails in my living room and entryway." Dave's voice had begun to rise. "Sorry, I'm trying to maintain a level tone here, but that's a bit difficult given what's happened and what you're telling me." The voice on the other end reached its most hollow state. "I'm sorry sir, I can't change those realities. Please understand that it will be three hours minimum before a detective would reach you. More likely it will be three hours before a detective is assigned to your case. Patrol won't take that long, but it won't be immediate." Dave took a deep, cleansing breath. It was only marginally useful, but it helped him keep his tone level. "And what is the longest likely time before a detective gets out here?" "Possibly six to eight hours sir." "That's; " Dave caught himself. And formed a plan immediately. "Fine. We'll be ready when the detective arrives." He hung up. Dave took a deep breath, staring intently at the far wall, fully aware of Jan quietly and patiently waiting off to his right. He rubbed his face, then snatched up his t-shirt and pulled it on. "Okay, let's meet with everyone else. I have a plan, and we can deal with this." Dave said as he stood. With a concerned look to Niki's slumbering form, he strapped the thigh holster in place and fastened the tac vest as he walked. The MP5 he slung over his neck and shoulder, then pulled around to his back. To be continued in part 9, Based on a post by RonanJWilkerson, in 12 parts, for Literotica.

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Send us a textThis episode isn't internet drama—it's about honor and accountability. Peaches breaks down a disturbing stolen valor case involving Mark Forester, a U.S. Air Force Combat Controller killed in action in 2010. This isn't résumé inflation or tough-guy storytelling—someone allegedly used altered images of a KIA hero to impersonate him online. Peaches walks through the evidence, the Forester family's response, and why this crosses a line that cannot be ignored. If you think stolen valor is harmless, this episode will reset your moral compass fast.⏱️ Timestamps: 00:00 Ones Ready intro and tone set 02:10 Why stolen valor keeps escalating 04:05 Who Mark Forester was—and why his legacy matters 07:15 Real combat footage and sacrifice 13:50 Impersonation allegations explained 18:30 Side-by-side photo evidence breakdown 23:55 Fake berets, ribbons, and stolen identity 28:40 Why KIA cases demand accountability 31:00 Discipline, ownership, and starting today

Disclaimer: We are not professionals. This podcast is opinioned based and from life experience. This is for entertainment purposes only. Opinions helped by our guests may not reflect our own. But we love a good conversation.In this 2 Be Better Podcast deep dive, Chris and Peaches break down shadow work in plain English and show you how to use it without burning your life down. You will learn what the “shadow” actually is, why it is not evil, and how it shows up as overreactions, people pleasing, perfectionism, jealousy, shutdown, and that harsh inner critic that never shuts up. They walk you through the three layer model of trigger, meaning, and action urge, how your nervous system sets the ceiling for your insight, and why naming your parts, your stories, and your body sensations gives you your power back. You will also hear how shadow work ties directly into intimacy, why unspoken wounds get blamed on your partner, and how to start telling the truth about your reactions without turning it into self attack or character assassination. From there, they move into ten step by step shadow work exercises you can do alone or as a couple, including “the story I tell myself,” family echoes from your childhood home, trigger maps and care plans, resentment to request, ritual release, values to behaviors, and future memory scenes that help you manifest different outcomes instead of repeating the same fight in new outfits. You will get concrete scripts for naming your parts, asking for space without stonewalling, coming back with one clear request, using check ins, repair rehearsal, and parts dialogue so you can stop living in survival mode and start living as your real self. If you are looking for shadow work for couples, nervous system regulation, marriage communication tools, Jungian shadow work, or practical spiritual growth that you can use in real relationships, this episode gives you a full framework plus a free downloadable PDF of the exercises on the 2BeBetter.com resources tab so you can follow along and actually do the workBecome a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/2-be-better--5828421/support.

You better watch out! This week, Peaches and Michael are dodging the naughty list in celebration of 2022's VIOLENT NIGHT! In addition to discussing Santa's bruiser daddy status, our hosts delve into why subverting the season can be so much fun. Joining the conversation is iconic film critic and author Alonso Duralde, who digs into why a nontraditional depiction of St. Nick is often exactly what we need. Then, the celebrated creators and screenwriters of VIOLENT NIGHT, Pat Casey and Josh Miller, stop by to talk about how they fostered a wild idea into a fierce, fight-filled, festive feature that became an instant cult classic. From Beverly D'Angelo to ornaments of death, this episode has it all! Go! 

Justin Bieber BioSnap a weekly updated Biography.This is Biosnap AI. In the past few days, Justin Bieber has been visible less for controversy and more as a legacy act stepping confidently into his veteran era, with a few moves that could matter long term. Entertainment Weekly reports that he made a rare live appearance in Los Angeles, surprising a sold out SoFi Stadium when he joined SZA onstage during her Grand National Tour for a duet of their 2023 collaboration Snooze. The performance, complete with playful onstage chemistry and a dramatic lift lowering them beneath the stage, marked his first stadium appearance since his Coachella 2024 cameo and signaled that he is edging back into big venue performance mode rather than full touring.Biographically, the larger backdrop is that 2025 has effectively been his comeback year as a recording artist. Wikipedia and multiple music outlets note that he released back to back albums Swag and Swag II this year, more than 40 new songs that reasserted him as an R and B leaning pop presence after a semi hiatus. The Honey Pop writes that Justin Bieber took first place this year, framing 2025 as the year he quote dominated with those records and reignited Bieber Fever, a characterization that, while fan driven, reflects the volume of coverage around the dual releases.On the business and image side, recent coverage continues to link him to the broader Bieber brand machine. TechnoSuffice estimates his 2025 net worth around 300 million dollars, attributing it to music, past touring and business ventures, and lifestyle press has repeatedly connected him to fashion and potential future drops from his SKYLRK brand, though some of that product speculation for 2026 remains unconfirmed and should be treated as fan and blogger expectation rather than hard fact. Earlier this year, outlets such as AOL highlighted his public support of wife Hailey after her Rhode beauty line was acquired by e.l.f. Cosmetics in a one billion dollar deal, reinforcing his shift into high profile family man and investor adjacent optics more than tabloid chaos.Culturally, his catalog is being treated as modern pop canon. A candlelight string quartet tribute show in Miami this week built its entire set list around his hits from Baby to Peaches to newer cuts like Daisies and Yukon, a reminder that even on nights when he is not physically present, the Bieber narrative has moved into the legacy tribute phase more commonly reserved for acts a decade older.Get the best deals https://amzn.to/3ODvOtaThis content was created in partnership and with the help of Artificial Intelligence AI

Justin Bieber BioSnap a weekly updated Biography.Justin Bieber and Hailey Bieber stepped out for a rare holiday date night on December 18 in West Hollywood, according to E News, checking out artist Fica Codras festive Christmas tree installation at the Edition Hotel. The 31-year-old Mistletoe singer rocked a distressed red plaid hoodie, black sunglasses and baggy jeans, while Hailey, 29, went all black leather, keeping it casual as new parents to 15-month-old Jack Blues Bieber, born August 2024. E News notes this low-profile outing marks their second Christmas with the tot, echoing Haileys November GQ comment on soaking up his fast-growing moments.No fresh public appearances or business moves pop in the last few days, but Biebers 2025 dominated with surprise albums Swag and Swag II, The Honey POP reports, dropping over 40 tracks that claimed first place in their Music Rewind, blending R&B hits like Yukon, Walking Away, Daisies and emotional Devotion. Wikipedia confirms Swag launched July 10 after global swag billboards, with Swag II following months later, cementing his post-hiatus swagger amid family life and paparazzi beach run-ins. Fans buzz about 2026 Coachella headline and possible world tour, his first big stage since Justice Tour.A Candlelight tribute concert to Bieber hit Eden Roc Miami Beach December 21, Listeso Music Group lists, featuring strings on Sorry, Peaches, Stay and more under glowing lights. Vogue Singapore hails his standing on business vibe as a top 2025 pop moment. No verified social media mentions or deals surface past week, though his net worth hits 300 million per TechnoSuffice, boosted by ventures.Speculation swirls on Twitch streams and SKYLRK fashion drops like slippers, but nothing confirmed recent. Biebers year-long biographical pivot to mature family man and R&B force outshines holiday sparks.Thanks for tuning in, come back next week for more. This has been a Quiet Please production, and for me check out Quiet Please Dot A I.Get the best deals https://amzn.to/3ODvOtaThis content was created in partnership and with the help of Artificial Intelligence AI

Send us a textPeaches flies solo and unfiltered, taking you on a no-holds-barred ride through shady OSI tactics, the SIG M18 controversy, and why the Air Force might just toss a junior enlisted under the bus to protect billion-dollar contracts. He drags lazy PT culture through the mud, skewers the “extra 800 meters will kill us all” crowd, and asks the real question—are new policies actually helping prevent suicides, or is it just more PowerPoint theater? From dark humor to brutal honesty, this is Peaches in full “crusty retired PJ” mode—raw, opinionated, and asking you for answers.

Justin Bieber BioSnap a weekly updated Biography.Justin Bieber has been making waves in the past week with a mix of family outings, viral social media moments, and fresh music buzz. On December 19, IMDb reports that Bieber and wife Hailey stepped out for a lunch date in West Hollywood, looking cozy amid holiday cheer, while the day before, on December 18, Kendall Jenner joined the couple at a festive holiday party in Brentwood, signaling strong ties in their inner circle. These public appearances carry biographical weight, showcasing Biebers united front post-rumors and their evolving Hollywood family life.Socially, a December 19 Premier Christianity piece highlights Biebers viral list of 10 family values, described as bold and biblical, sparking widespread online debate and shares that underscore his deepening faith influence. Earlier, on December 15, a full Twitch live stream titled "Justin Biebers WERE BACK" lit up platforms, with fans linking to his official YouTube, Instagram at justinbieber, and shop at JustinBieber dot link, hinting at a streaming comeback.Music headlines swirl around persistent rumors from ddcofannualreport.org that hes confirmed as Coachella 2025 headliner, his first dedicated set after surprise cameos in 2024 with Tems and Wizkid, 2022s shirtless Peaches jam with Daniel Caesar, and 2019s emotional Sorry with Ariana Grande. Wikipedia confirms his massive 2025 albums Swag and Swag II, cementing his status as a top-selling artist with over 150 million units sold. No business deals or other major news surfaced this week, though these festival talks could mark a touring renaissance post-Ramsay Hunt hiatus.All verified from reliable outlets; headliner status remains unconfirmed rumor. Thanks for tuning in, come back next week for more. This has been a Quiet Please production, and for me check out Quiet Please Dot A I.Get the best deals https://amzn.to/3ODvOtaThis content was created in partnership and with the help of Artificial Intelligence AI

Disclaimer: We are not professionals. This podcast is opinioned based and from life experience. This is for entertainment purposes only. Opinions helped by our guests may not reflect our own. But we love a good conversation.In this 2 Be Better Podcast deep dive, Chris and Peaches break down what the Divine Feminine and Sacred Masculine actually are, and why they are about energy and polarity, not just gender or body parts. They walk through a full framework of feminine energy as intuition, nurture, receptivity, beauty, empathy, and creative flow, and contrast it with the shadow side of chaotic emotions, manipulation, people pleasing, lack of boundaries, and losing yourself in others' needs. You will hear them connect Divine Feminine energy to Mother Earth, discernment, nervous system regulation, and learning to see emotions as sacred messengers instead of weakness, while also calling out toxic feminine traits and how they show up in gossip, drama, and constant validation seeking. From there they unpack Sacred Masculine energy as presence, integrity, direction, discipline, protection, courage, and stability, and then expose its shadow side of rigidity, control, domination, emotional distance, and achievement over presence. They show how Divine Feminine and Sacred Masculine work together in real relationships and marriages, including lesbian and gay couples, and explain why polarity, safety, trust, and leadership matter more than trendy “gender role” arguments. You will get practical ideas for getting into your feminine energy with creativity, dance, art, self care, boundaries, journaling, and breathwork, and stepping into sacred masculine with physical health, stretching, mental discipline, purpose, and actually using the knowledge you have. If you are searching for divine feminine healing, masculine energy in relationships, polarity in marriage, conscious partnership, shadow work, or spiritual growth in love, this episode gives you a complete blueprint, not just vague internet quotes.Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/2-be-better--5828421/support.

A former Army veteran and Florida state trooper, Andrew Dykes, entered a not guilty plea on Thursday regarding the 1997 murder of Tanya Denise Jackson, a case linked to a notorious series of killings near Gilgo Beach in New YorkSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

There has been an update in the story of Tanya Jackson & Tatiana Dykes ("Peaches" and "Baby Doe" from the Long Island Serial Killer episodes back in 2016). After using genetic genealogy to identify both victims earlier this year, authorities charged 66-year-old Florida resident Andrew Dykes with their deaths...Researched, written, hosted, and produced by Micheal WhelanIf you would like to support this podcast and others, consider heading to https://www.patreon.com/unresolvedpod to become a Patron or ProducerBecome a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/unresolved--3266604/support.

Send us a textPeaches goes full America-First-energy breaking down the 2025 National Security Strategy — AKA 33 pages of political chest-thumping turned into a spicy Ones Ready rant. Forget the bureaucratic fluff: border security, nukes, China, DEI dumpster-fires, NATO freeloading — Peaches calls it exactly how every warfighter wishes they could say it in briefings. If you think you're informed because you skim headlines on social… think again. Grab a snack and prepare to get smarter (and maybe a little pissed).⏱️ TIMESTAMPS 00:00 – “You're Stuck With Me Today” Solo Peaches Chaos 01:25 – Tactical promo: buy gear before it breaks 04:00 – NSS 2025 drops: why you should care 06:30 – America First… again. And again. 09:25 – Trump's peace receipts: sorry haters 11:45 – Borders aren't a suggestion 14:00 – Tech dominance: AI needs electricity too 17:20 – “Soft power” is just America being awesome 20:05 – Peace through strength or just flex harder 24:10 – No more DEI participation trophies 26:50 – Tariffs: cry harder Europe 32:15 – China steals ideas… poorly 37:40 – Space lasers, underwater secrets, nuclear everything 41:15 – Europe spiraling, Africa mining, Middle East noping out 47:00 – 2022 vs 2025 NSS: who wore it better? 54:00 – Final message: Know the strategy or get blindsided

Disclaimer: We are not professionals. This podcast is opinioned based and from life experience. This is for entertainment purposes only. Opinions helped by our guests may not reflect our own. But we love a good conversation.In this live 2 Be Better Podcast episode, Chris and Peaches start with real life wins and a behind the scenes look at building a traditional family and future homestead, from cutting almost $100,000 of debt and lowering monthly expenses to their goal of buying land by the end of 2026. They talk about Patreon growth, retreats, kids evolving emotionally, and Chris's upcoming daily affirmation book with light lunar and planetary touches, giving you a grounded picture of what intentional marriage, parenting, and money stewardship actually look like in real time. You also hear a powerful success story from a fiancé who carried his partner through multiple deaths in the family, grad school, and even a very sick dog, then used the podcast to lose weight, repair their sex life, and step into traditional marriage roles with more communication, intimacy, and leadership. From there they dive deep into a 25 year old woman's email about leaving an abusive relationship, growing up with a narcissistic mother, living with BPD, and feeling stuck in hyper independence while secretly craving a traditional marriage as a stay at home mom, homemaker, and submissive wife. Chris and Peaches unpack shame, ego, and family control, challenge the “never depend on a man” narrative, and give practical tools for healing narcissistic abuse, setting boundaries, asking for help daily, and finding therapy and community that fits a more traditional woman. They also walk through her quarter life crisis, fear that it is “too late” to find a husband, and her early steps toward a personal relationship with Christ and God, explaining how to read the Bible, question religion, and build faith without surrendering your mind to a pastor or denomination. If you are a hyper independent woman who wants to be a traditional wife, a stay at home mom, and a homemaker, or you are navigating narcissistic family dynamics, abusive exes, BPD, or late in life faith, this Christian leaning relationship and marriage podcast episode will speak directly to you and give you clear, no nonsense steps forward.Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/2-be-better--5828421/support.

Send us a textPeaches Goes Bananas is an exciting portrait of the feminist queer icon Peaches, aka Merrill Nisker, capturing her both onstage and off, giving us a glimpse of her creative process and intimate family life. We chat with director Marie Losier on the serendipitous way she met Peaches, her creative approach as a multi-hyphenate artist, and why she knew there was a beautiful story to tell.Peaches Goes Bananas is in select theaters right now! Click here for more infoFollow director Marie Losier on IGSupport the showThanks for listening and for your support! We couldn't have won Best of the Bay Best Podcast in 2022 , 2023 , and 2024 without you! -- Fight fascism. Shop small. Use cash. -- Support Bitch Talk here! Subscribe to our channel on YouTube for behind the scenes footage! Rate and review us wherever you listen to podcasts! Visit our website! www.bitchtalkpodcast.com Follow us on Instagram, Threads, and Substack Listen every Monday at 7 am on BFF.FM

Disclaimer: We are not professionals. This podcast is opinioned based and from life experience. This is for entertainment purposes only. Opinions helped by our guests may not reflect our own. But we love a good conversation.In this 2 Be Better Podcast episode, Chris and Peaches sit down in Christmas onesies and react to one of their earliest traditional marriage videos, breaking down how far they have come in communication, accountability, and gender roles since season one. You will watch them cringe at old ego, laugh at their own anxiety, and then double down on traditional marriage advice, protector–provider–presider masculine leadership, and what a stay at home wife actually brings to the table in a modern relationship. They unpack division of labor in marriage, decompression time for both partners, mental health and “bad days” with chores, and why they still believe men should pay for the first date while also warning broke men that they should fix their finances before jumping into dating. If you are searching for real talk on traditional gender roles, trad wife life, dating standards, first date rules, time management as a stay at home mom, and how to build a functional household instead of keeping score over socks and dishes, this reaction episode shows their growth in real time and gives you language you can use in your own relationship. From there, they read and dissect a heavy email from a mother of four whose partner has checked out of the family, become obsessed with crypto trading, and started emotionally abusing her sons over money, using it as a live case study in stepdad behavior, blended families, and what emotional abuse and financial manipulation actually look like in real life. Chris and Peaches talk through exit strategies, why your kids' safety and emotional stability come before keeping a man, how addiction to charts and gambling-level crypto risk destroys connection, and why therapy, accountability, and doing your own “dirty work” after trauma matter before you start dating again. They also revisit homeschooling versus daycare for special needs kids, building a tribe through Patreon, retreats, men's and women's coaching groups, and why shared purpose and clear standards make traditional marriage, stay at home motherhood, and provider masculinity actually work. If you are looking for blunt relationship coaching on traditional marriage, stay at home mom life, step-parent dynamics, crypto addiction in relationships, and setting real non-negotiables in dating and marriage, this episode will hit hard and give you practical tools, not fluff.Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/2-be-better--5828421/support.

In this episode of the 2 Be Better Podcast, Chris and Peaches kick off Season 4 with real talk about what it actually takes to build a regulated, connected life and marriage. They share behind-the-scenes updates on their growing community, retreats, and content, including the upcoming “I Am Whole” women's retreat with seminars on feminine embodiment, devotional motherhood and wifehood, shadow work, nervous system regulation, and self-liberation. If you're craving feminine energy work, women's retreats, self-care, and practical marriage tools from a husband and wife who actually live this, this conversation sets the tone for intentional growth in 2026 and beyond.From there, they dive deep into a YouTube comment about a defensive husband with childhood trauma and unpack what “30 years of conditioning” really means, how reactivity forms, and how to talk to a defensive partner without blowing up the relationship. Using real examples from their marriage and a powerful email from a Patreon member in a 22-year trauma-bonded relationship, they tackle the hard questions: how to stop living in survival mode, how to break generational trauma for your kids, what the roommate phase really is, when you're just not trying versus when it's actually time to let go, and how to rebuild intimacy by choice, not by accident. If you've ever wondered whether to stay, leave, or fight for your marriage, this episode gives you grounded marriage advice, communication scripts, mindset shifts, and perspective on healing trauma in relationships so you can make a clear, conscious decision about your future.Disclaimer: We are not professionals. This podcast is opinioned based and from life experience. This is for entertainment purposes only. Opinions helped by our guests may not reflect our own. But we love a good conversation.Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/2-be-better--5828421/support.

The Cheat Sheet is The Murder Sheet's segment breaking down weekly news and updates in some of the murder cases we cover. In this episode, we'll talk about cases from California, Indiana, and New York.And check out Kindle's Deal of the Day! For December 12, 2025 only, you can get an ebook of our book Shadow of the Bridge for only $1.99. Source: Fox 10 News on the murder of Tanya Jackson and her baby daughter Tatiana Marie Dykes: https://www.fox10tv.com/2025/12/08/florida-man-charged-1997-killing-mobile-woman-once-thought-linked-gilgo-beach-murders/The New York Post on the murder of Susan Leeds by Cherie Townsend: https://nypost.com/2025/12/09/us-news/california-mom-cherie-townsend-convicted-of-killing-66-year-old-retired-nurse-in-botched-robbery-to-fund-daughters-cheerleading-trip/CBS on the murder of Susan Leeds by Cherie Townsend: https://www.cbsnews.com/losangeles/news/woman-convicted-of-killing-retired-nurse-in-rolling-hills-mall-parking-lot/People on the homicide of Michael Virgil: https://people.com/michael-virgil-fiancee-files-suit-against-cruise-company-after-death-11864285CBS on the homicide of Michael Virgil: https://www.cbsnews.com/news/michael-virgil-royal-caribbean-alcohol-death-lawsuit-california/Forensic Resources on homicide: https://forensicresources.org/2019/homicide-manner-of-death-vs-legal-conclusion/Find discounts for Murder Sheet listeners here: https://murdersheetpodcast.com/discountsCheck out our upcoming book events and get links to buy tickets here: https://murdersheetpodcast.com/eventsOrder our book on Delphi here: https://bookshop.org/p/books/shadow-of-the-bridge-the-delphi-murders-and-the-dark-side-of-the-american-heartland-aine-cain/21866881?ean=9781639369232Or here: https://www.simonandschuster.com/books/Shadow-of-the-Bridge/Aine-Cain/9781639369232Or here: https://www.amazon.com/Shadow-Bridge-Murders-American-Heartland/dp/1639369236Join our Patreon here! https://www.patreon.com/c/murdersheetSupport The Murder Sheet by buying a t-shirt here: https://www.murdersheetshop.com/Check out more inclusive sizing and t-shirt and merchandising options here: https://themurdersheet.dashery.com/Send tips to murdersheet@gmail.com.The Murder Sheet is a production of Mystery Sheet LLC.See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

In Part 2 of the Hilde Lynn Helphenstein (Jerry Gogosian) conversation, the discussion turns raw, vulnerable, and deeply structural. Hilde speaks candidly about burnout, public vilification, online pile-ons, and the emotional cost of living as a persona inside an unforgiving attention economy. She describes losing followers overnight, being labeled with extreme political accusations, and watching the art world take visible pleasure in her public failures while remaining silent during her successes. She recounts the personal toll of constant media exposure, professional pressure, and economic precarity: marriage collapse, total exhaustion, and a year-long withdrawal from work following multiple suicide attempts. Jerry, she explains, has evolved from a meme engine into a living, walking performance — where even the most banal moments of daily life become content whether she wants them to or not. The episode confronts what it means to live as a meme in a broken matrix of attention, validation, and misrecognition. The conversation pivots into economics and geography. Drawing on her business school training, Hilde walks through quantitative tightening, interest rates, the collapse of NFTs and crypto, and the bursting of the 2022 speculative bubble. She frames art explicitly as a Veblen good — a luxury asset that fails first when the economy tightens. She argues forcefully that New York is no longer an artist city, but a financialized transaction hub. Instead, she advocates for artists to relocate to affordable cities like Chicago or even small towns, building localized collector bases rather than chasing validation from elite centers. What emerges is a sharp, pragmatic model of survival: cultivate 12 lifelong collectors, embrace regional ecosystems, make work for people you actually live with, and stop imagining museum permanence as the only measure of success. Hilde rejects the mythology of infinite institutional validation, arguing instead for circulation, use, disposal, and lived attachment. The episode closes on the tension between speculation and sustainability, between global markets and local communities, and between career branding and genuine artistic life. Hilde Lynn Helphenstein / Jerry Gogosian https://www.instagram.com/jerrygogosian/ New Art Dealers Alliancehttps://www.newartdealers.org/ John Waters https://www.johnwaters.com/ Peaches (musician/performer) https://peachesmusic.net/ Beeple (Mike Winkelmann) https://www.beeple-crap.com/ Maurizio Cattelan https://www.guggenheim.org/artwork/artist/maurizio-cattelan Brice Marden https://www.tate.org.uk/art/artists/brice-marden-1577 Magnus Resch https://www.magnusresch.com/ Pace Gallery https://www.pacegallery.com/ Roxy Theatre, San Francisco (The Roxie) https://roxie.com/ Soho House https://www.sohohouse.com/ Ice Palace Studios, Miami (Art Fair Venue) https://www.icepalacestudios.com/ New York MTA (Metropolitan Transportation Authority) https://new.mta.info/ Federal Reserve (The Fed) https://www.federalreserve.gov/ Whitney Museum of American Art https://whitney.org/ Chicago, IL https://www.choosechicago.com/ New York City, NY https://www.nyc.gov/ Dahlonega, Georgia https://www.dahlonega.org/ Miami Beach, FL https://www.miamibeachfl.gov/ Basel, Switzerland https://www.basel.com/en  

Podathon crew surprises viewers with a $500 live sing-off — and one of the judges is none other than 112's own Q Parker.This episode turns into pure entertainment as viewers call in, grab the mic, and try their best to sing their favorite 112 classics like Cupid, Peaches & Cream, and more. Some crushed it… others? Not so much

Send us a textStrap in, kids. This episode is the equivalent of a Tasty Gains creatine gummy to the dome—sweet, punchy, and packed with fire. The crew goes full send on everything from the absurd pipeline reorg memos to SEER spouses who think a YouTube comment is a call to arms. Peaches drops savage truths about military hierarchy, pipeline chaos, and why instructors are the ones always eating the crap sandwich. Also: war stories, karaoke bangers, and a weather guy who thinks he's a JTAC. If you're mad? Good. That means you're listening.

Welcome back to The Food For ThoughtCast- it's the Holiday edition! We missed you, food fans! We missed each other too. In Episode 131, Melissa and Stephen are reunited and doing the whole Peaches n' Herb whatcha been eating, whatcha been cooking dance. We recap our Thanksgiving meals, go on a thousand tangents, and talk about what lies ahead for meal prep and Christmas. Enjoy this random reunion and don't forget to rate, review, and subscribe! Thanks so much for listening and for watching us on YouTube.

Throw back to season 1 ep 11. In this episode of the 2 Be Better Podcast, Chris and Peaches break down modern dating, monogamy, and why you should never enter a “committed” relationship if you still crave constant novelty and validation from other people. They unpack the difference between hookup culture, serial dating, and actually dating to marry, and they call out the mindset of “I just need something different” for what it is. You'll hear a raw conversation on monogamy vs polyamory, loyalty, sexual boredom, how to have honest conversations about sex and desire, and why you should not sacrifice your boundaries just to keep a partner who wants multiple sexual partners. They also walk through what healthy first dates should really look like, how to vet someone's character, red flags like being late, lack of ambition, constant victimhood, and why you should be dating to see if someone belongs in your life at all, not just to sleep with them.From there, they get into the hard stuff: how to communicate when you're hurt, how to ask “Do you want to solve or do you want to argue?”, how to use “I” statements without turning them into hidden accusations, and how to stop weaponizing pain in your marriage. They respond to real listener emails on first dates, blended families, stay-at-home motherhood with an overworked night-shift husband, resentment, lack of gratitude, and the brutal reality of poor time management and no boundaries. If you're looking for straight, no-nonsense relationship advice on healthy communication, dating to marry, masculine and feminine roles, standards, boundaries, and building a real partnership instead of living in drama, this episode will hit hard and give you practical perspective you can use today.Disclaimer: We are not professionals. This podcast is opinioned based and from life experience. This is for entertainment purposes only. Opinions helped by our guests may not reflect our own. But we love a good conversation.Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/2-be-better--5828421/support.

Don't fall asleep! This week, Peaches and Michael are chugging coffee in celebration of 1984's A NIGHTMARE ON ELM STREET! In addition to discussing Freddy Krueger's undeniable hold on pop culture, our hosts delve into how Wes Craven's dreamscape forever altered the trajectory of horror cinema. Joining the conversation is legendary director of JAWBREAKER and G.B.F, Darren Stein, who not only speaks of his longtime love of this cult classic, but of its enduring resonance in genre circles and as a queer fave. From Nancy's booby-traps to Ronnie Blakely's mannequin, this episode has it all! Go!

For nearly three decades, Tanya Jackson was a nameless victim — known only as "Peaches" because of a tattoo on her chest. Her dismembered torso was found in 1997. Her arms, legs, and her two-year-old daughter's remains were discovered in 2011 during the Gilgo Beach investigation. Everyone assumed she belonged to the Long Island Serial Killer. Everyone was wrong. This week, police arrested Andrew Dykes, 66, in Florida — and charged him with murdering both Tanya Jackson and her daughter Tatiana. The twist that changes everything: Dykes is Tatiana's biological father. He allegedly killed his own child and the woman who was raising her, then scattered their bodies across Long Island in a pattern so similar to the Gilgo Beach killings that investigators spent years looking at the wrong suspect. Rex Heuermann faces trial for seven Gilgo Beach murders. But he didn't kill Tanya Jackson. He didn't kill Baby Doe. While the world focused on the architect with the kill lists, Andrew Dykes was living freely in Florida — even cooperating with police as recently as April 2025. This case exposes a hard truth: Gilgo Beach wasn't one killer's graveyard. It was a dumping ground for multiple predators. And the assumption that Peaches belonged to the serial killer let her real killer walk free for twenty-eight years. Tanya Jackson was a U.S. Army veteran from Alabama. She was 26. Her daughter was 2. They were never reported missing. They waited almost three decades for their names back — and for someone to finally answer for what was done to them. This is the full story. #GilgoBeach #TanyaJackson #AndrewDykes #RexHeuermann #Peaches #LongIslandSerialKiller #LISK #TrueCrime #ColdCase #BabyDoe Want to comment and watch this podcast as a video? Check out our YouTube Channel. https://www.youtube.com/@hiddenkillerspod Instagram https://www.instagram.com/hiddenkillerspod/ Facebook https://www.facebook.com/hiddenkillerspod/ Tik-Tok https://www.tiktok.com/@hiddenkillerspod X Twitter https://x.com/tonybpod Listen Ad-Free On Apple Podcasts Here: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/true-crime-today-premium-plus-ad-free-advance-episode/id1705422872

For nearly three decades, Tanya Jackson was a nameless victim — known only as "Peaches" because of a tattoo on her chest. Her dismembered torso was found in 1997. Her arms, legs, and her two-year-old daughter's remains were discovered in 2011 during the Gilgo Beach investigation. Everyone assumed she belonged to the Long Island Serial Killer. Everyone was wrong. This week, police arrested Andrew Dykes, 66, in Florida — and charged him with murdering both Tanya Jackson and her daughter Tatiana. The twist that changes everything: Dykes is Tatiana's biological father. He allegedly killed his own child and the woman who was raising her, then scattered their bodies across Long Island in a pattern so similar to the Gilgo Beach killings that investigators spent years looking at the wrong suspect. Rex Heuermann faces trial for seven Gilgo Beach murders. But he didn't kill Tanya Jackson. He didn't kill Baby Doe. While the world focused on the architect with the kill lists, Andrew Dykes was living freely in Florida — even cooperating with police as recently as April 2025. This case exposes a hard truth: Gilgo Beach wasn't one killer's graveyard. It was a dumping ground for multiple predators. And the assumption that Peaches belonged to the serial killer let her real killer walk free for twenty-eight years. Tanya Jackson was a U.S. Army veteran from Alabama. She was 26. Her daughter was 2. They were never reported missing. They waited almost three decades for their names back — and for someone to finally answer for what was done to them. This is the full story. #GilgoBeach #TanyaJackson #AndrewDykes #RexHeuermann #Peaches #LongIslandSerialKiller #LISK #TrueCrime #ColdCase #BabyDoe Want to comment and watch this podcast as a video? Check out our YouTube Channel. https://www.youtube.com/@hiddenkillerspod Instagram https://www.instagram.com/hiddenkillerspod/ Facebook https://www.facebook.com/hiddenkillerspod/ Tik-Tok https://www.tiktok.com/@hiddenkillerspod X Twitter https://x.com/tonybpod Listen Ad-Free On Apple Podcasts Here: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/true-crime-today-premium-plus-ad-free-advance-episode/id1705422872

For nearly three decades, Tanya Jackson was a nameless victim — known only as "Peaches" because of a tattoo on her chest. Her dismembered torso was found in 1997. Her arms, legs, and her two-year-old daughter's remains were discovered in 2011 during the Gilgo Beach investigation. Everyone assumed she belonged to the Long Island Serial Killer. Everyone was wrong. This week, police arrested Andrew Dykes, 66, in Florida — and charged him with murdering both Tanya Jackson and her daughter Tatiana. The twist that changes everything: Dykes is Tatiana's biological father. He allegedly killed his own child and the woman who was raising her, then scattered their bodies across Long Island in a pattern so similar to the Gilgo Beach killings that investigators spent years looking at the wrong suspect. Rex Heuermann faces trial for seven Gilgo Beach murders. But he didn't kill Tanya Jackson. He didn't kill Baby Doe. While the world focused on the architect with the kill lists, Andrew Dykes was living freely in Florida — even cooperating with police as recently as April 2025. This case exposes a hard truth: Gilgo Beach wasn't one killer's graveyard. It was a dumping ground for multiple predators. And the assumption that Peaches belonged to the serial killer let her real killer walk free for twenty-eight years. Tanya Jackson was a U.S. Army veteran from Alabama. She was 26. Her daughter was 2. They were never reported missing. They waited almost three decades for their names back — and for someone to finally answer for what was done to them. This is the full story. #GilgoBeach #TanyaJackson #AndrewDykes #RexHeuermann #Peaches #LongIslandSerialKiller #LISK #TrueCrime #ColdCase #BabyDoe Want to comment and watch this podcast as a video? Check out our YouTube Channel. https://www.youtube.com/@hiddenkillerspod Instagram https://www.instagram.com/hiddenkillerspod/ Facebook https://www.facebook.com/hiddenkillerspod/ Tik-Tok https://www.tiktok.com/@hiddenkillerspod X Twitter https://x.com/tonybpod Listen Ad-Free On Apple Podcasts Here: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/true-crime-today-premium-plus-ad-free-advance-episode/id1705422872

Send us a textRetired Chief PJ Yo-Yo Keaton shows up and immediately proves why half the community worships him and the other half is still trying to keep up. Peaches and Trent drag him through a career of combat rescues, dumb mistakes that almost killed him, leadership hot takes, and the kind of honesty that would vaporize a modern CBT. Yo-Yo breaks down why standards matter, why mediocrity is a disease, and why today's Airmen desperately need a reality check. He also casually admits to running ultras fueled by Taco Bell and pocket pizza. This episode punches you in the throat and then tells you to hydrate. If you're looking for motivation, buckle up — Yo-Yo's here to ruin your excuses.⏱️ Timestamps: 00:00 Yo-Yo enters, chaos immediately follows 04:20 Vegas OTS and why your hips are trash 07:55 From Security Forces purgatory to PJ legend 14:40 K2, hypoxia, Taliban, and bad aircraft karma 19:20 Instructor era: smoking dudes and saving futures 25:40 Ultras, delusion, and pocket pizza nutrition 31:10 Teamwork, humility, and leadership people hate hearing 38:00 Standards, reality checks, and the modern military spiral 50:30 Fixing the force one problem at a time 58:20 Brotherhood, loss, and why it still matters 1:14:00 The Yo-Yo solution: communicate, empower, stop being soft

Disclaimer: We are not professionals. This podcast is opinioned based and from life experience. This is for entertainment purposes only. Opinions helped by our guests may not reflect our own. But we love a good conversation.In this raw 2 Be Better Podcast episode, Chris and Peaches read two powerful emails that hit everything from religious trauma and teen pregnancy to addiction, stillbirth, and slowly rebuilding a marriage after rock bottom. You will hear them unpack a deeply controlling church upbringing, running away at 17, getting pregnant, losing a baby, marrying young, and trying to heal while a husband battles drugs, grief, and a broken family system. They walk through mentorship for men, women stepping into real support instead of enabling, and what it actually looks like to build a functional marriage and family after chaos, including moving states, starting over, finding a healthier community, and creating a home where the kids are protected from generational patterns. From there they shift into a homestead marriage case study, breaking down a stay at home mom on 2.5 acres, a blue collar husband who works out of town, and the recurring fights that never seem to get resolved. They go deep on “you don't listen” versus “I don't understand,” love languages, why a wife can feel unseen even with great sex, how compliments and validation work for women, and how blue collar joking and passive aggressive digs about weight can quietly destroy intimacy. You will get practical, no nonsense communication advice, how to ask for what you need without disrespecting his leadership, how to stop bottling resentment, and how to align on parenting, money, work ethic, Roth IRAs, and long term plans for your kids so your marriage and homestead actually thrive. If you are a homestead wife, a blue collar husband, or a couple searching for real marriage advice, relationship coaching, and traditional values without the fluff, this episode will speak directly to you. Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/2-be-better--5828421/support.

Police have arrested 66-year-old Andrew Dykes in connection with the 1997 murder of Tanya Denise Jackson, long known only as “Peaches,” and the death of her young daughter, Tatiana Marie Dykes, whose remains were found years apart during the Gilgo Beach serial killer investigation. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

TJ joins Jeff to talk about PEACHES... and that time is running out to get a Christmas Tree!

Guest interview with Steve Teichman, author of Peaches Takes A Nap , artist and farrier Have a Question for the Show? Or post on FB Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/roarworks/ http://www.laurarowleyhealer.com For readings or workshops: Office number 207-449-5955…Assistant, Karen

Send us a textPeaches and Trent roll into another beautifully unprepared episode packed with humor, straight talk, and real military insight. From the Okinawa body-slam everyone argues about to actually useful Air Force leadership lessons, fan-mail adventures, pipeline expectations, and what young candidates should really learn before joining Special Warfare, the guys keep it light, honest, and genuinely helpful. If you want a mix of Air Force culture, Special Warfare mindset, leadership truth bombs, and a laugh or two, this one delivers without the negativity spiral.⏱️ TIMESTAMPS00:00 Zero prep, full personality 02:00 OTS updates and gear that actually works 04:20 Fan mail roulette: from wholesome to wild 09:00 Waivers, pipelines, and realistic expectations 13:00 Life skills every future operator should master 16:30 Why commanders get roasted (and the reality behind it) 22:00 Chiefs, officers, and the leadership lessons nobody teaches 26:00 Okinawa body-slam drama — what matters and what doesn't 33:00 SOFA agreements and overseas military life 39:00 LSCO talk without panic or PowerPoints 44:00 NCO Corps: how to lead without being needy 53:00 GWOT nostalgia and lessons for the next generation 58:00 Commander's intent vs permission culture 01:04:00 LEDs, merch, and Peaches campaigning for a fresh SR shirt

Send us a textPeaches and Trent drag the Air Force's favorite fantasy into the daylight: the idea that “nothing ever happens in Africa.” Major Mike Voto shows up and calmly dismantles a decade of complacency, bureaucratic daydreaming, and leadership cosplay that left defenders untrained, undermanned, and standing on a Kenyan airfield praying the cavalry might arrive sometime today-ish. He drops truth bombs about zero-prep deployments, wet-behind-the-ears defenders thrown into real combat, and the surreal aftermath where the wrong people got medals and the right people got silence. If you think you know what happened at Manda Bay, buckle up—Peaches isn't here to stroke egos, he's here to wake you up. If this episode makes you uncomfortable, good. It should.⏱️ TIMESTAMPS 00:00 – The “ambushes don't matter” delusion 04:45 – The Operator Training Summit shout-out 06:20 – How Voto landed in the nightmare 12:40 – “Pre-deployment training? LOL, no.” 18:00 – Why defenders weren't ready (and why leadership didn't care) 24:10 – The Christmas party that nearly became a mass casualty 33:30 – The attack begins: chaos, mortars, and reality 45:50 – Holding the airfield with 84 defenders and duct tape 55:10 – The medal circus that insulted everyone who fought 1:08:00 – The cost: careers ended, mental health shattered 1:22:00 – Peaches unloads on accountability theater 1:25:00 – Final message: stop pretending this isn't a problem

Disclaimer: We are not professionals. This podcast is opinioned based and from life experience. This is for entertainment purposes only. Opinions helped by our guests may not reflect our own. But we love a good conversation.In this 2 Be Better Podcast episode, Chris and Peaches walk you through a full list of cheating apps for 2025, from “news” and calculator clones to secret chat apps, vaults, and full blown spyware designed to hide affairs. They break down how apps like disguised news feeds, private messengers, secret calculators, vault stock, private message boxes, and hidden photo folders actually work, including fake icons, decoy vaults, self destructing chats, and notifications that look like harmless news alerts. They also cover spying tools like Spynger, GPS spoofers, keyloggers, and screen recorders marketed as “catch a cheating spouse” apps, and talk bluntly about how dangerous this tech is when it gets into the hands of controlling or abusive partners. From there, the conversation shifts to what all of this really means for trust, infidelity, and emotional safety in relationships. You will hear hard truth on online cheating, porn as a form of infidelity, anxiety and BPD spirals, and why if you are tempted to install a spy app on your partner's phone, the real issue is that the relationship is already broken. Chris and Peaches give you a clear framework for when to leave instead of snooping, how to own your insecurity and start healing, and how to protect your kids from the dark side of smartphones with things like kid safe phones and simple tools like AirTags instead of handing them full internet access. If you are searching for “cheating apps 2025,” “secret messaging apps,” “how to catch a cheater,” “hidden vault apps,” or answers about privacy, trust, and boundaries in marriage and dating, this video will give you clarity, language, and a path forward instead of feeding your paranoia.Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/2-be-better--5828421/support.

In this replay from Season 1 Episode 9 of the 2 Be Better Podcast, Chris and Peaches tackle the real side of traditional marriage, trauma, and mental health with raw, unfiltered honesty. They respond to criticism about their appearance, talk openly about troubled pasts, depression, suicidal thoughts, and why they choose to show up for “the broken” instead of trying to impress people who already have perfect-looking lives. You'll hear powerful conversations about validation, why feelings are information and not weakness, why suffering in silence destroys people, and how a single moment of listening and empathy can literally save a life. This episode is for anyone searching for real talk on healing, self-worth, faith, and taking ownership of your life instead of staying stuck in victim mentality.They also dive deep into sex and intimacy in marriage, including high vs low libido, sexless marriages, weaponized intimacy, nagging, and what it really means to be a stay-at-home wife in a traditional, faith-centered relationship. You'll hear coaching around lazy partners who won't work, setting timelines for change, financial stress, postpartum depression and creative burnout, grief after losing a parent, and how to let your husband lead in finances without losing your strength as a woman. Expect straight-forward marriage advice, practical communication tools, real examples from listener emails, and tough-love guidance on boundaries, leadership, submission, respect, and rebuilding attraction in your relationship.Disclaimer: We are not professionals. This podcast is opinioned based and from life experience. This is for entertainment purposes only. Opinions helped by our guests may not reflect our own. But we love a good conversation.Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/2-be-better--5828421/support.

“I think I'm doing something!” In this episode of Fictional Hangover, Amanda and Claire talk about mashing buttons, enjoying snacks like popcorn and cheese, not yucking on someone's yum, and bestowing the potato of friendship in their discussion of Pocket Peaches: Game On by Dora Wang.

Send us a textTrent's back on the mic and absolutely done with anonymous complainers, lazy leadership, and generals who think PT is optional. From the “Creech gate crisis” to government shutdown panic, he's torching every excuse in sight. If you've ever thought “they should just open another gate,” buckle up—Trent's got news for you.He dives into why the Air Force burns people to the ground, how our “greatest resource” lip service is complete nonsense, and why generals need to stop hiding behind waivers and start doing pushups. It's raw, hilarious, and unfiltered commentary on the military circus we all know too well.Stick around for stories of GTC abuse, political delusion, and one final truth bomb about your toxic social media habits. Spoiler: it's not the world—it's you.This is Ones Ready at its most savage—no filters, no excuses, no PowerPoint slides.⏱️ Timestamps:00:00 – The Standards Don't Skip Generals 01:05 – Trent's Solo Mission and the “Creech Gate” Meltdown 03:31 – “Our Greatest Resource Is People”… Until It's Not 05:44 – Anonymous Complaints and Military Victim Olympics 08:05 – The Government Shutdown Reality Check 10:23 – E-1s to E-3s: The Forgotten Workforce 12:48 – When “Lethality” Becomes Bureaucratic Theater 14:49 – Generals vs. PT: The Pentagon's Soft Spot 17:12 – Too Many Chiefs, Not Enough Squadrons 19:35 – The Pete Hegseth Shake-Up and the Marine Corps Exception 21:56 – Overcorrections, Crying Generals, and Real Leadership 24:20 – The GTC Disaster Zone 26:31 – The Cure for Social Media Rage (Hint: Delete It)

Send us a textPeaches drops a fresh Daily Drop packed with real military updates, Special Warfare insight, and a full tour through what's happening across the DoD. From Army sensor tests in Europe to Marine fast-rope drills in the Caribbean, this episode hits every corner of the force. Peaches breaks down why attributes matter in Special Warfare selection, how every exercise ties directly to the job, and why candidates must show raw potential—not just speed on a run. He also dives into tank gunnery in Bulgaria, airborne night navigation, Navy refueling ops, Coast Guard rescues, Space Force silence, and a Silver Star story that actually deserves attention. Plus: the mystery of submarine navigation, political noise in the defense world, and why getting your news from credible sources matters more than ever.⏱️ TIMESTAMPS00:00 Daily Drop kickoff 00:40 What “attributes-based selection” really means 01:30 OTS updates and performance breakthroughs 02:55 Army sensor testing in Germany 03:40 Abrams gunnery in Bulgaria 04:25 Airborne night nav at Fort Bragg 05:10 Navy aerial refueling recap 06:00 Seahawk rescue training in Hawaii 07:15 Quantum navigation breakthroughs 08:30 Submarine navigation curiosity 09:40 Carrier flight ops in the Caribbean 10:20 Marine fast-rope readiness 11:10 Silver Star ceremony highlights 12:40 Coast Guard rescue and port response 13:30 DoD investigations and legal updates 14:30 POTUS message on lawful orders 15:30 Wrap-up and final thoughts

Send us a textPeaches, Aaron, and Trent descend straight into the stupidity of the Zulu Course's brand-new, completely unnecessary creed. Peaches calls out the clown show of inventing a “course creed” no one asked for, roasting the mystery officers who clearly typed it up between PowerPoint slides. The crew breaks down why merging career fields is delusional, why branding matters, and why whining about getting smoked at Zulu basically means you should quit now. If you think the Air Force needs more creeds, ceremonies, or cosplay-operator energy… Peaches has some words for you.⏱️ Timestamps: 00:00 Quit Crying About Zulu (Seriously, Quit) 01:30 The Dumbest Creed Since Forever 04:20 Peaches Reads It… Somehow It Gets Worse 07:40 Who Invented This? An 06 With Wi-Fi 10:10 Merging Career Fields: Stop Trying to Make Fetch Happen 14:20 Why Branding Matters More Than Your New Hat Color 18:00 Zulu Students Complaining? Peaches Has a Message 21:20 “We Already Did This in GWOT” – Trent's History Lesson 26:10 SOCOM Isn't Asking for Any of This 30:00 No One Needs Goat Teams and Gator Squads 33:40 The Ones Ready Anti-Creed 36:00 Final Thoughts: Do the Basics, Do Them Well

Disclaimer: We are not professionals. This podcast is opinioned based and from life experience. This is for entertainment purposes only. Opinions helped by our guests may not reflect our own. But we love a good conversation.In this episode of the 2 Be Better Podcast, Chris and Peaches break down a raw email from a newly married wife who is already thinking about leaving her husband, and they do not sugar coat a thing. You will hear real marriage advice on the first year of marriage, resentment and the mental load, division of labor in the home, expectations around being a “50s housewife,” body image, fitness before pregnancy, and why “he makes me feel like a piece of meat” might actually be a communication and perception problem, not proof that your man is a monster. They unpack groping versus affection, why your feelings are not the full story, what happens when you keep score over chores, and how couples slip into the roommate phase when they avoid direct, honest conversations about needs, kids, sex, and respect. If you are searching for first year of marriage advice, help with housework resentment, or real relationship coaching that calls out your own part in the dysfunction, this episode is for you. The second half dives into the conversations you must have before having children, from discipline, religion, diet and holidays, to college versus trade school, public school versus homeschool, and what it really means when both partners want full time careers while expecting grandma to run childcare and schooling. Chris and Peaches speak directly to working wives, stay at home mom hopefuls, firefighters' families, and neurodivergent couples navigating autism and ADHD, challenging you to think about postpartum, special needs, and what happens when your support system fails. You will get practical questions to ask each other before kids, a reality check on how children intensify whatever is already broken in your marriage, and a push to build a marriage centered on service, ownership, and intentional parenting, not fantasy and convenience. This is unfiltered relationship coaching, marriage advice for women and men, and a must watch if you want a strong marriage and a functional family, not just cute wedding photos and a baby announcement.Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/2-be-better--5828421/support.

Disclaimer: We are not professionals. This podcast is opinioned based and from life experience. This is for entertainment purposes only. Opinions helped by our guests may not reflect our own. But we love a good conversation.In this unfiltered 2 Be Better Podcast episode, Chris and Peaches break down the “princess treatment” trend, the bare minimum vs princess treatment challenge, and a viral Rolling Stone article attacking trad wives and traditional gender roles. They react to the Princess and the Pe fairy tale, the TikTok hose challenge, and the idea that opening doors, pumping gas, ordering for your wife, and protecting her in public is “over the top” or “misogynistic.” You will hear a blunt, masculine perspective on chivalry, equality, and partnership, why “I don't need a man” is propaganda, and the difference between being fully capable on your own and actually wanting to be loved, protected, and prioritized in a traditional marriage.From there they zoom out and tackle the bigger culture war around trad wife content, feminism, and the dating crisis, including why so many men are afraid to approach women, why women who want to be stay at home wives are shamed online, and how real men see the value of a feminine, nurturing wife raising the next generation. They also go deep on blended families and step-parent hate, defending stepdads and stepmoms who choose to love and raise children that are not biologically theirs, and showing how that role can completely change a kid's future. If you care about traditional marriage, princess treatment vs bare minimum, trad wife life, chivalry in relationships, step-parent dynamics, and building a strong, functional family instead of living for internet approval, this video is going to hit hard and give you language for the standards you actually want to live by.Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/2-be-better--5828421/support.

We dare you to say his name! On this week's episode, Peaches and Michael are absolutely hooked on the idea of celebrating 1992's CANDYMAN! In addition to discussing the undeniable icon status of Tony Todd, our hosts delve into this dark fable's continued sociopolitical relevance. Joining the conversation is podcast host extraordinaire DeVaughn Taylor, whose ongoing championing of the film has helped contribute to its place in the cultural conversation. Then, multi-faceted horror superstar Xero Gravity stops by to discuss CANDYMAN's strengths, weaknesses, and ongoing power. From Helen Lyle's hypnotic eyes to an insane amount of bees, this episode has it all! Go!

Send us a textPeaches and Trent sit down with Kody Dickerson — the guy who took every hit life could throw: failed run, COVID cruise, family crisis, BUD/S heartbreak, the whole stack. And instead of folding, he rebuilt himself into a SWAT enforcer, gang-unit problem-solver, and CrossFit machine. Kody breaks down the moments that rocked him, the honesty that saved him, and the mindset that pulled him out of a 250-pound fog and back into the fight. If you're still telling yourself “now's not the right time,” Peaches and Trent are basically calling you out.⏱️ Timestamps: 00:00 The run that nuked everything 05:00 Rescue swimmer or underwater JTAC? 12:20 When home life and the dream collide 25:40 The BUD/S retest reality check 31:10 Choosing family over ego 35:00 Big Macs and rock bottom 39:00 Rebuilding through CrossFit 50:00 From patrol to SWAT alternate 56:00 Project Linear enters the chat 01:00:00 The “what if” that never fully leaves 01:04:00 Why family beats every badge or trident

The sermon was great this morning! And the preaching minister isn't the same guy as the "senior minister," which is fairly cool. How many "senior ministers" are willing to NOT be the guy doing most of the talking from stage?Anyway--what the heck does Valerian Root do? And which theme park rides are least likely to make John want to vomit? That's connected to the sermon about anxiety somehow...THEN: The Peaches went to a private, Christian University, and now her fellow students are mostly insane. Here's a New York Times article written by somebody she actually shared space with for a couple years...The wife in the story was The Peaches' RA. (Spoiler: wife wanted to practice a "non-monogamous" marriage for awhile, until they finally divorced.) John and Luke both want to know WHAT HAPPENED at that school (and many others) to cause all the "Christian" kids to lose their minds?Contact the Comedian's Family by emailing nextdoor@johnbranyan.com

Send us a textPeaches and Trent dive straight into the chaos—no disclaimers, no corporate tone, just two dudes calling out the absurdity of modern military leadership. From COVID reinstatement madness to commanders who rubber-stamp illegal orders and still get promoted, Peaches unloads on the Air Force's “do as we say, not as we do” culture. Trent breaks down why officers obsess over year-groups like it's astrology, why reinstated members get screwed, and how the Pentagon avoids accountability like it's a PT test. The boys torch everything from Secret Service incompetence to Navy misery to teenagers who show up to job interviews looking like they escaped Hot Topic at 2 a.m. It's raw, it's ruthless, it's Ones Ready at full power.⏱️ TIMESTAMPS: 00:00 – Peaches jumps Trent in the team room 01:40 – Pre-workout, caffeine addiction & Aaron slander (required) 02:20 – OTS updates: Vegas locked, Europe maybe 05:45 – “It's NOT a smoke session. Calm down.” 08:00 – Jordan Carr's reinstatement disaster 12:50 – Reinstating people while pretending nothing happened 18:40 – Illegal orders, vaccine fallout & leadership failures 27:30 – Adam Dorito enters the chat 33:10 – Why accountability is mythical in the DoD 39:00 – Secret Service trainwreck & assassination attempt chaos 47:10 – Navy life: cool missions, no life 54:15 – Why teens can't get jobs (Peaches explains parenting) 01:00:00 – Spencer's nipple rings & “freedom of movement” at work 01:03:00 – Final thoughts on jobs, standards & reality checks

Send us a textAlright, slackers—Peaches drops your daily dose of military reality on November 20th, no sugarcoating, just the gritty facts. He breaks down special warfare selection like it's a bad date: show up with the raw goods or get ghosted. Plugs the Operator Training Summit because apparently you need Taylor Starch to teach you not to wreck your knees while pretending to train. Then it's Apache love—10th Mountain's new toys for terrain domination, Poland live-fires extending kill range because why not? Army's vaccine U-turn lets ex-officers herd back the mandate rejects; Navy's got a fancy new destroyer for whatever "multi-mission" means this week. F-15Es playing long-range from Diego Garcia, F-35 export drama stirring Middle East pots, record Somalia strikes zapping terrorists in "self-defense." Space Force promos (yawn), Coast Guard's drug hauls and flood heroics—oh, and they might not actually have swastika issues, but who knows? Peaches mocks crayon-eaters, geeks on aviation, and chuckles at Trump shutting down a reporter with "quiet little piggy." If you're whining about prep pains, maybe skip this and stay mediocre.⏱️ Timestamps:00:00 - Peaches Schools You on Special Warfare Real Talk00:40 - Podcast Fluff: Intro and Summit Sales Pitch03:07 - Apache Overkill: 10th Mountain's Latest Death Birds05:30 - Navy's Overpriced Tub: USS Barnum Jr. Arrives07:57 - Somalia BBQ: Peak Airstrikes on Bad Guys09:55 - Coast Guard Wins: Drug Busts and Flood Saves12:06 - Trump's Mic Drop: Shut Up, Little Piggy