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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

Send us a textPeaches kicks the door in with a full-spectrum roast of the military news cycle—because apparently everything from nuclear micro-reactors to Space Force identity crises hit at once. He drags drones, typhoons, politicians, and anyone who thinks DEI is the DoD's biggest threat. He calls out NASA's cooler cousin, dunks on heavy-weather boat psychos, and casually reminds you the feds probably know way more about Epstein than they'll ever admit. If you came for sugarcoating, you're lost. If you came for truth bombs from someone who's actually been there, buckle up.⏱️ Timestamps00:00 Worms Ready and Still Chaotic 00:30 Why Assessment and Selection Isn't Your CrossFit Warmup 01:40 Vegas OTS Plug Because You Need It 03:00 Army Builds Pocket Nukes 04:20 Drone Threats and Bureaucracy Wrestling 05:20 Navy Ships Doing Navy Ship Things 07:00 Marines vs. Typhoons and Common Sense 08:40 Air Force Leadership Shuffle 10:10 Space Force Still Figuring Out Space 12:20 Coast Guard's Record Drug Haul and Nightmare Boats 14:20 Pentagon Reform Circus 16:40 Flyover, Saudi Drama, and Internet Meltdowns 18:00 Epstein Files, Government Secrets, and Peaches' Final Blast

Send us a textPeaches sits down with Idaho SWAT officer and 600-pound deadlifter Chris Jacob to drop some uncomfortable truths about what it really means to look, act, and perform like a professional. From chasing suspects to coaching CrossFit, Chris doesn't sugarcoat how being out of shape in uniform isn't just lazy—it's dangerous.They get brutally honest about law enforcement culture, the myth of “less aggressive policing,” and why your command presence might be the only thing keeping someone from pulling the trigger. Chris opens up about losing 75 pounds, founding Guardian Labs, and using peptides to recover faster and train harder—all while raising a family and mentoring new recruits.Peaches and Chris dive into everything from tactical fitness, accountability, and police discretion to what happens when your “desk job” becomes your downfall. This episode isn't about politics or excuses—it's about showing up, shutting up, and setting the standard.If your gut's hanging over your belt, consider this your wake-up call.⏱️ Timestamps: 00:00 – “The Way You Look Can Save Your Life” — Why Command Presence Still Matters 05:00 – From 300 lbs to SWAT: Chris Jacob's No-BS Transformation 10:30 – CrossFit, Family, and 4:30 a.m. Grind Sessions 15:00 – Cops vs. Reaction Time: The Harsh Reality of Hesitation 20:00 – Arrests, Discretion, and a $50 Can of Baby Formula 25:30 – Inside the Schools: What Resource Officers REALLY Deal With 30:00 – Guardian Labs and Peptides — Healing Without Big Pharma 38:00 – The Unspoken Rule: You Don't Have the Right to Be Fat 42:00 – Fighting Drunks, Fitness Standards, and SWAT Realities 46:00 – Why Your PT Test Doesn't Mean Sht (and What Should Replace It)* 50:00 – Recruiting, Readiness, and Why Law Enforcement Needs a Culture Shift 56:00 – Family, Faith, and Fighting Back Against Burnout

John just got back from a men's retreat, and it was OBVIOUS that women were not involved with the planning! (He explains what that means...) The Peaches shares a story of the GROSSEST thing her brother ever did... and the MANLIEST apartment she ever tried to clean... Then: We answer a listener question about how to know when it's time to leave your church. What if there's a problem with immodesty among certain young ladies? Email us, Neighbor! Sometimes we respond! Nextdoor@johnbranyan.com

John just got back from a men's retreat, and it was OBVIOUS that women were not involved with the planning! (He explains what that means...) The Peaches shares a story of the GROSSEST thing her brother ever did... and the MANLIEST apartment she ever tried to clean... Then: We answer a listener question about how to know when it's time to leave your church. What if there's a problem with immodesty among certain young ladies? Email us, Neighbor! Sometimes we respond! Nextdoor@johnbranyan.com

Send us a textLet's be honest—if you roll up to a Special Warfare event with unmarked gear, you've already told the cadre who's quitting first. In this episode, Peaches rips through the basics every wannabe operator somehow ignores: how to mark your fins, booties, and mask so your stuff doesn't vanish in the pool—or get jacked by the guy next to you. No fluff, no editing magic, just Peaches fumbling through real-world prep like a pro who's done it too many times to care. He calls out lazy candidates, cheap tape, and sticky-fingered teammates, all while dropping legit pipeline wisdom. Whether you're heading to the Operator Training Summit or just want to stop looking like a soup sandwich, this is your no-excuses field guide to not being that guy.⏱️ Timestamps: 00:00 – “We're Not Practicing Running—We're Practicing Not Quitting” 01:40 – Nashville OTS Recap & Vegas Summit Drop 03:30 – The Truth About Prep Gear (and Bad Tape) 05:00 – Securing Masks Like a Pro, Not a Tourist 07:00 – Why Peaches Writes His Name on Everything 09:00 – Booties, Fins, and the Art of Not Losing Your Stuff 13:00 – Snorkels, Ropes & Sticky-Fingered Teammates 15:30 – Final Gear Rundown + Peaches' Don't-Be-Dumb Wrap-Up

Send us a textPeaches and Trent are back in the team room—no script, no filter, and somehow their best Operator Training Summit yet. Coming straight off the Nashville event, they pull the curtain back on what really happens when 40 candidates, a handful of coaches, and a mountain of gear collide in one turf-covered facility.Peaches dishes on how sleeping indoors, training for 11 hours in the pool, and running the dreaded 10-ups turned chaos into confidence. Trent talks logistics, lessons learned, and how every OTS somehow tops the last. Together they lay out what's coming next—Vegas, Europe, and maybe a few surprises along the way.Then the gloves come off as they shift from pool decks to policy: leadership gone soft, PME that teaches nothing, and a culture allergic to accountability. Peaches and Trent don't rant—they coach the Air Force on how to get its edge back. This one's equal parts after-action report and open challenge to anyone who's lost their fire.⏱️ Timestamps: 00:00 – Intro: Still No Plan – Peaches and Trent wing it… and it works. 02:00 – Nashville OTS Recap – The best one yet, turf sleeping bags included. 05:00 – The Cadre's Eye View – Behind the curtain of what it takes to run elite training. 07:30 – Ten-Ups and Truth Bombs – Why candidates ask for pain and get better for it.10:00 – Lessons from the Pool – Cramps, chaos, and why nutrition matters more than pride.17:00 – Vegas on Deck – Red Rock camping, deep water, cold nights, and full send.23:00 – Europe Calling – OTS may be headed overseas—Peaches wants to hear from you.27:00 – Ship Dates & Strategy – The smarter way to prep before you ship out.32:00 – New Boss, Same Problems – Air Force leadership talk, from fat generals to name-tag nonsense.43:00 – Chief Wolf Incoming – Peaches' wish list for the next Chief: fire people, fix PME, kill the buzzwords.46:00 – Managers, Not Messiahs – Stop worshiping “leadership” and start managing your craft.56:00 – Accountability Over Everything – Changing the culture one call-out at a time.59:00 – OTS, Merch, and Movement – Join the next event, grab your shirt, and get in the fight.

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The latest fashion…in murder! This week, Peaches and Michael are taking a long stroll through the museum in celebration of 1980's DRESSED TO KILL! In addition to tackling the film's undeniably dubious elements, our hosts delve into this psychosexual classic's place as an American giallo. Joining the conversation is renowned artist Drusilla Adeline, whose ongoing obsession with this movie continues to motivate her to dive deeper. Then, cult filmmaker extraordinaire Sam Irvin stops by to discuss his time working with Brian De Palma on the set of DRESSED TO KILL and beyond! From lengthy showers to Phil Donahue, this episode has it all! Go!

The Fountain of Youth, The Philosopher's Stone, The Apples of Hesperides, The Peaches of Immortality, The Elixir of Life, The Holy Grail. The quest for everlasting life has been told in one way or another throughout recorded history. Every religion has its version, every culture has its myths, but the search of immortality is literally a tale as old as time. From religious doctrine, to the science of alchemy, and finally genetic engineering humanity has been trying to find the ultimate loophole to that thing called death. There have been some pretty insane attempts to live forever and we try to cover some of the best or most interesting on this weeks episode of Historically High. Support the show

Is Gen Z going ‘braless' and what does this mean for the future of lingerie?Social media has recently been taken by storm when actress Sydney Sweeney went for a ‘braless' red carpet look.She freed her nipples in a sheer dress that made the rounds on social media, with users blaming her for sexualising herself for the male gaze, while others hailing her for what was deemed to be a ‘feminist' move.But, is this the sign of a new trend emerging for women, and how could this define the future of the bra?Owner of Peaches and Cream lingerie shop, Sinead Sanderson, joins Seán to discuss.

The first weekend of San Diego Beer Week is behind us, which means that we've got a full week of celebrating San Diego Beer left! Tom Nickle is back from O'Brien's to talk about all the different events you can be a part of starting with a fine selection from The Lost Abbey! Kicking off our week with a light freshing sour ale that showcases Peaches and White tea called Peach Afternoon.

Is Gen Z going ‘braless' and what does this mean for the future of lingerie?Social media has recently been taken by storm when actress Sydney Sweeney went for a ‘braless' red carpet look.She freed her nipples in a sheer dress that made the rounds on social media, with users blaming her for sexualising herself for the male gaze, while others hailing her for what was deemed to be a ‘feminist' move.But, is this the sign of a new trend emerging for women, and how could this define the future of the bra?Owner of Peaches and Cream lingerie shop, Sinead Sanderson, joins Seán to discuss.

Send us a textPeaches rolls solo in this scorched-earth episode of Ones Ready—no filters, no fluff. He lights up everything from the Air Force's new SWAS 2.0 gut-check to the Navy's Medal of Honor cover-up and the ridiculous “high-stakes leadership certificate” that's basically a digital participation trophy for wannabe operators.He calls out politicians, pokes fun at the government shutdown circus, and questions why Airmen need morale patches like emotional support blankets. Then he drops a hard truth: you're either ready for life or you're not.This is Peaches at his finest—equal parts rage, logic, and humor. If you're thin-skinned, skip it. If you're tired of fake motivation, buckle up.⏱️ Timestamps: 00:00 – Medal of Honor truth bombs: Peaches calls out the SEAL myth. 02:00 – The Ones Ready crew “too busy F-offing” while Peaches runs the show. 03:00 – Vegas Operator Training Summit: no smoke sessions, just skill. 06:00 – SWAS 2.0 surprise gut-check—“Did you forget?” 09:00 – Reality check: pain, dehydration, and why you need to love the suck. 13:00 – Heat casualties and the myth of “easy training.” 15:00 – Government shutdown rant: “They're all pieces of crap.” 17:00 – Air Force politics & predictions: sending in “The Wolf.” 22:00 – Morale patches vs. personal accountability—why no one owes you happiness. 30:00 – Everyday readiness: Airmen saving lives outside Eglin AFB. 37:00 – Fitness isn't for vanity—it's for saving lives (or your own). 38:00 – “High-stakes leadership certificates”—Peaches nukes the SEAL masterclass. 46:00 – The unpopular truth about Chapman, Slabinski, and accountability. 50:00 – Final rally: train smart, show up ready, and stop expecting pity.

Welcome to the frozen tundra where we are currently living, Neighbor! It's snowing! Luke has been trying in vain to bag a deer this season. But at least he has some SWEET socks! What are the similarities between a man in a deer stand and a woman shopping for cloth diapers? (We spend a SHOCKINGLY long time parsing through this.) How many eggs are too many eggs? Finally, we get around to bringing up Candace Owens and the insane cult behavior that may be more prevalant than the Peaches originally thought. So what do you think, Neighbor? Send us your insights by emailing nextdoor@johnbranyan.com .

Welcome to the frozen tundra where we are currently living, Neighbor! It's snowing! Luke has been trying in vain to bag a deer this season. But at least he has some SWEET socks! What are the similarities between a man in a deer stand and a woman shopping for cloth diapers? (We spend a SHOCKINGLY long time parsing through this.) How many eggs are too many eggs? Finally, we get around to bringing up Candace Owens and the insane cult behavior that may be more prevalant than the Peaches originally thought. So what do you think, Neighbor? Send us your insights by emailing nextdoor@johnbranyan.com .

Welcome to the frozen tundra where we are currently living, Neighbor! It's snowing! Luke has been trying in vain to bag a deer this season. But at least he has some SWEET socks! What are the similarities between a man in a deer stand and a woman shopping for cloth diapers? (We spend a SHOCKINGLY long time parsing through this.) How many eggs are too many eggs? Finally, we get around to bringing up Candace Owens and the insane cult behavior that may be more prevalant than the Peaches originally thought. So what do you think, Neighbor? Send us your insights by emailing nextdoor@johnbranyan.com .

Send us a textYou ever read something so cringey it physically hurts? Peaches has—and it's called the Zulu Course Creed. In this episode, he tears into the latest “motivational masterpiece” that the Air Force somehow thought needed to exist. Spoiler: it sounds like ChatGPT wrote it after watching too many recruiting commercials.Between roasting the wannabe warrior poetry and showing love for the real grind behind training, Peaches breaks down what's right, what's wrong, and why the people building creeds instead of warriors need to hit the pool and rethink their lives. There's Goggins stories, shutdown rants, and wild butterfly-effect moments that'll make you question how the hell anything in the DOD gets done.If you're allergic to BS and love hearing someone actually say what everyone's thinking—this one's for you.⏱️ Timestamps: 00:00 – Zero prep, full send: Peaches hits record 02:45 – Goggins crashes training and screams inspiration 05:15 – Zulu Course kicks off and everyone's watching 08:00 – The Creed heard 'round the cringe world 10:20 – Peaches vs. AI: Who really wrote this garbage? 13:45 – “I am a Special Warfare Airman”… Yeah, sure you are 16:20 – Why warriors don't need pep talks—they need freedom 18:40 – Zulu Course = the DOD's next gut check 20:10 – Gov't shutdown chaos and Peaches' J6 prediction 24:00 – The civilians keeping the mission alive (and broke) 27:00 – Phil Freeman, the butterfly effect, and how small moves change history 33:00 – Nuclear engineers, hand-molded warheads, and the power of experience 36:00 – The closing roast: Burn the Creed. Literally.

Send us a textEveryone online says the new Special Warfare “Zulu Course” is trash—so Peaches and Trent decided to light it up. This isn't a soft take or sanitized military PR moment. It's two retired operators roasting the chaos, the memes, and the ridiculous leadership gag orders that make no sense. Peaches calls out the “change fatigue” across the DOD, breaks down why the Zulu rollout will be rough, and drops truth bombs about command cluelessness, budget black holes, and the myth of the “company man.” If you can't handle sarcasm and honesty about how training actually works, go listen to something else.⏱️ Timestamps: 00:00 – Peaches calls out “Company Man” energy 05:30 – The Zulu Course meltdown begins 08:40 – Change fatigue & leadership chaos 13:00 – Meme wars and gag orders gone stupid 19:00 – Legal orders, gag orders, and OSI overreach 25:00 – Why the first 3 Zulu classes will be total chaos 33:00 – Training breakdown: what “advanced” really means (hint: nothing) 41:00 – Subsuface swimming & pre-dive prep 52:00 – “They're still cones” – Peaches vs. the pipeline 55:00 – Peaches' spicy take on AFSOC “air commandos” 1:02:00 – If the Wing's paying, Peaches is for sale

This we we finish the document Peaches created. And we finish the podcast with part of my book. You are not Broken. 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.

Send us a textTrent and Peaches start with monster trucks and end up demolishing the Special Warfare pipeline. But first, they highlight the absolute unit that is Scott Ruskan, a Coast Guard rescue swimmer who saved 165 people during the Texas floods—only to get force-fed a hero tour he didn't ask for.What follows is a surgical takedown of the Pentagon's latest “reforms” to the AFSW pipeline: less training, more liability, and a slow slide toward mediocrity—all in the name of speed. The guys torch the leadership failures, expose the false promises of a “common skills course,” and explain why survivability isn't something you sprinkle on later.Also: weather nerds vs. floodplain ignorance, Epstein conspiracies, and why the real danger isn't water—it's decisions made by people who never touched it.

On a cold fall morning in October 1978, near Rock Rapids, Iowa, a crew burying telephone cables made the grim discovery of a young woman's body hidden in an overgrown ditch off Highway 182. With no identification found at the scene, the woman was immediately classified as a Jane Doe. For 27 years, Jane Doe lay beneath a gravestone reading "Unknown Female" before she finally reclaimed her name: Wilma June Nissen. Now, investigators and Wilma's daughter, Krissi, a daughter she never met, are trying to piece together Wilma's final years and finally solve her brutal murder. If you have any information about Wilma's murder, "Sugar" or "Peaches," please reach out to one of the following links: Crime Stoppers: 800-222-TIPS Cold Case Coalition Tip Line (385) 258-3313 Lyon County Sheriff's Office: 712-472-8300 And the Lyon County Sheriff's Office email: sheriff@lyoncountyia.com The Iowa Attorney General's Cold Case Unit 1-800-242-5100 and their email: coldcase@ag.iowa.gov Links to Krissi's social media and GoFundMe: Email: Justice4Wilma@aol.com Instagram: @wilma_june_nissen_cold_case Reddit: Wilma June Nissen cold case discussion page:  r/WilmaJuneNissen TikTok- Krissi_1977  X- @MyMomsMurder  And Krissi's Go Fund Me: https://gofund.me/663f6d31 If you have any information about Wilma's murder, here are the following links:  Lyon County Sheriff's Office: 712-472-8300 And the Lyon County Sheriff's Office email: sheriff@lyoncountyia.com Crime Stoppers: 800-222-TIPS Cold Case Coalition Tip Line (385) 258-3313 The Iowa Attorney General's Cold Case Unit 1-800-242-5100 and their email: coldcase@ag.iowa.gov Current Sheriffs of Lyon County: Sheriff Brian Hilt: (712) 472-8310 Amy Stoner (712) 472-8326 A huge thank you goes to Charity Dodd for sharing her research with us. You rock!! As always, thank you to our team. Listener Discretion by ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Edward October ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ Research & Writing by Lauretta Allen Executive Producers Nico & Jesse of The Inky Pawprint ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://theinkypawprint.com⁠⁠⁠ Sources: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k_zhYznrqiQ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QZKyyLs2Kx4 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pk-_5Hfsk20 https://seasonofjustice.org/featured/wilma-june-nissen/ https://www.newspapers.com/image/131684186/?match=1&terms=dead%20body%20found%20Rock%20Rapids https://www.newspapers.com/image/358217961/?match=1&terms=dead%20body%20found%20Rock%20Rapids https://www.newspapers.com/image/336088160/?match=1&terms=dead%20body%20found%20Rock%20Rapids https://www.newspapers.com/image/337648775/?match=1&terms=Wilma%20June%20Nissen https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/193751059/june_eva-nissen (Wilma's mother's Findagrave entry) https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/19379833/wilma-june-nissen https://www.nwestiowa.com/news/new-lead-for-lyon-county-cold-case/article_31e9c062-1961-11e6-a014-53443c67e206.html https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/74110707/charles_clarence-nissen https://www.the-sun.com/news/14825036/wilma-nissen-cold-case-mom-murdered-krissi-atkisson-iowa/ https://www.newspapers.com/image/1174347428/?terms=%22June%20Eva%20Nissen%22 https://www.newspapers.com/image/1174347457/?match=1&terms=%22June%20Eva%20Nissen%22 .https://www.jurrensfuneralhome.com/obituaries/4722694 Det Craig Vinson obituary https://projectcoldcase.org/2025/05/12/wilma-nissen/ https://www.newspapers.com/image/335769175/?match=1&terms=%22John%20Van%20Gammeren%22 https://www.dglobe.com/news/perjury-charges-dismissed-in-cold-case-murder Petition: https://c.org/wPThnwH2LC  Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Vidcast:  https://www.instagram.com/p/DQsDfQ2F1my/Listeria causes a severe and sometimes fatal systemic infection in the very young, older frail individuals, and those with weakened immune systems.  Listeria can also trigger miscarriages and stillbirths. The affected lots include 01PCLC, 03PCAF, 106PCLF, 113PCLF.These peaches were sold at retail stores across the US between September 16 and October 29, 2025.Consumers should immediately stop eating the recalled peaches and discard them. Anyone who purchased the affected fruit can contact the company for more information or refund instructions.For questions, consumers can contact Moonlight Companies at 1-855-215-5017.https://www.fda.gov/safety/recalls-market-withdrawals-safety-alerts/moonlight-companies-voluntarily-recalls-california-grown-conventional-yellow-and-white-peaches#moonlight #peaches #listeria #infection #recall

Christian College Sex Comedy: Part 25 Being Subversive Isn t As Much Fun As It Looks In 30 parts, By FinalStand. Listen to the podcast at Explicit Novels.             Friends stand by you through the struggles your enemies create   "You are depraved and despicable," Mhain seethed. "I get that a lot; now get out," I growled back, "because I have a thousand other bitches who are, scratch that, 999 other bitches, Doctor Kennedy is growing on me; the rest I'm not so sure about, who are making my life miserable." "Don't get your hopes up, Mr. Braxton," Doctor Kennedy warned me. "I'm happily married." "Cool," I responded. "I hope to be like that one day." "Happily married?" Virginia inquired. "No; a female law professor at an all-girls school," I grinned. "It sounds like a real cool job." "Feel free to hit him," Dana interrupted. "I swear that is the only way to get him to learn anything; or the only way we will discuss at this moment." Ah, sex. I thought my life had gone on a bit too long without the mention of sex. "It is also a fun form of stress relief." A painful blow rocked my shoulder and nearly sent me sprawling. "You are right," Gabrielle noted clinically. "I feel better." Fuck, she hits hard. I look at her and try not to get pissed off and say something stupid. She makes my life difficult but my existence at FFU makes her life far too interesting as well. Whack! Someone hit me with a briefcase. "I have to agree," Doctor Kennedy confirmed. "It has a therapeutic quality to it." "Bloody hell," I blurt out. "Everyone, please stop physically abusing Zane," Ms. Goodswell snapped. "He's a student, for Pete's sake. He's not subject to corporal punishment." "Virginia, have you ever punched or slapped Zane?" Dana teased. "Give it a try before dismissing it out of hand." "He likes spanking," Barbie Lynn beamed happiness as she skipped by on her way to my/our bedroom. Technically, it is mine, Vivian's, Barbie Lynn's, Rio's, and Mercy's, plus whoever is feeling lonely on a given night. As for the spanking, I'm more of a giver than a receiver, but I doubt explaining that right now would be appropriate. "Uhmm, okay, I think that is my cue to leave," Virginia piped up. "I have rounds to make," Gabrielle added. "I'm going home to my family," Doctor Kennedy headed out. "I'm going to stay here, kick back, and watch some Pay-per-view," Dana grinned. "What are you going to watch?" Hudson inquired. "BBC America has this show called Copper that I've been meaning to catch," Dana informed her. "Mind if I watch an episode with you?" Hudson asked. "Sure, knock yourself out. You can pick the second show," Dana yawned. "It's only Zane's money after all." The rest of my guests filed out and I retired to the showers and then to my room. The day's stress revealed itself as the women curled into bed calmly and soon were cuddled together, including the odd ones out. On the far side we had the rather unusual appearance of Valarie. Next to her was Rio, who had her arms wrapped around Mercy. Mercy was snuggled against Barbie Lynn who held the middle spot. I was on my side, face-to-face with Barbie Lynn. After a few minutes, Vivian came to bed, wedged up against my back, and put an arm over me. I was in close proximity to several beautiful women but as long as no one doused the room with an aphrodisiac, we'd do just fine. "Zane," Barbie Lynn whispered, "my vibrator burned out this morning, and I'm terribly horny." Oh, fuck!   Barbie Lynn gazing down at me, I'm not sure another guy should ever see this because it could break one's heart to see it once and never again. She's built a faint sheen of sweat on her body already and she's looking at me with a definite Zen to fuck. My cock is cocooned deep inside her rectum, rubbing inside as she rotates forward on her hips. The distant, dreamy look in her eyes flashes to alertness as she catches me looking at her; 'hi' she whispers. I nod and smile so she inclines into me so that we can start kissing. She leads in with her tongue along my lips. I touch the tip of her tongue with my own, snaking inside her mouth before we are done. She starts murmuring, deepens our kiss, and begins rubbing my nipples. "Vivian?" Valarie says softly. She snuck around the bed to settle behind my guardian. "Yes?" Vivian replies. She is on her side watching Barbie Lynn and I. "I, umm, Valarie moans. Out of the corner of my eye I catch it as Val's hand brushes Vivian's hair off her neck and her lips start suckling on the exposed flesh. Vivian closes her eyes briefly but doesn't move Valarie away. "Oh, Baby," Barbie pants with barely an inch separating our lips, "I know I say this often but I so love this. You tear me up inside and I want it so bad all the time, it scares me." "Vaginal sex with you scares me," I tease back. "Will it be even better?" she draws in an even deeper, breast flaunting breath. "You never know, but you are so damn good at everything else, I can't imagine you doing anything but haunting my dreams forever," I say, as I coax her movements with my hands on her hips, flanks, and thighs. Barbie shows her appreciation by running her hand through my bangs and pushing my hair back so that she can cover my forehead, eyes and nose with kisses. "You like that romantic shit, don't you, Mercy-slut?" Rio grumbles playfully from the other side. "Yes," Mercy whispers. I know Rio well enough to know that when a spiteful reply isn't immediately forthcoming, she's dusting off (and unchaining) her Better Angel. Mercy is looking at Barbie Lynn and me, her head facing sideways as she lies on her back. Rio crawls on top of Mercy, prompting Mercy to open her legs, and locks her hands over her head to gaze down on her. "Your skin is so pure, your hair so black, and your eyes so full of passion, it breaks my heart to look at you, My Little Whore," Rio begins. She leans in and bites Mercy's earlobe, causing her victim to moan and buck up slightly. "Mercy, you give and give, making me so hot inside that I want to grab you and never let go." "Really?" Mercy gasps. "I, " "Don't get used to this," Rio growls with famished sexual enticement. "But, well, I want you to know that I hope all our children look just like you." Poor Rio was running out of material. It was terribly uncomfortable for me to show her where to go. I ran my hands over Barbie's body, which is an absolute torture I am forced to struggle through repeatedly. I start by massaging Barbie Lynn's tits, rotating three fingers over the nipples before rolling up the whole meaty breast in my palms. Barbie Lynn starts pushing back on my cock harder and grunting to the rhythm. "Damn, Mercy," Rio teases, "I love these titties." She accentuates by sucking the top third of one breast into her mouth and twirling her tongue around it. Vivian gives a visible shiver from her side of the bed; Valarie has done something to her beneath the sheets to turn her on. In the interim while I have been watching Rio and Mercy, Valarie has been working over Vivian, temple to shoulder, with her lips. Now I see Vivian pulling up her left (upper) leg until it is resting snugly against my upper ribs, giving someone easier access to her snatch. She's also put her left arm behind her back between herself and Valarie. I'm starting to wonder if there is something in the air filters of my place, some undiscovered aphrodisiac mold, fungi, or spores that turns nice, virtuous girls into promiscuous bi-sexual vixens. To the best of my knowledge and belief, neither Valarie nor Vivian had the slightest lesbian tendencies before they started coming to my room. I give Barbie Lynn's luscious orbs one final squeeze before migrating my hold down to her ass, giving each cheek a double-slap. Barbie Lynn exhales a huff of ecstatic relief as the impact travels through her. Rio smirks and follows suit, her hand reaching between their thighs, prying Mercy's leg up, up and up until Mercy's knee is nearly at her breast. "Your body is the first female form that I've ever lusted after," Rio murmurs as she rubs and pats Mercy's buttocks. "I think I've always wanted you, to taste you on my tongue, your scent strong in my mind and your sweet, sweet ass under my hand." Mercy brings one hand up to stroke Rio's cheek as she gives a strangled sob. No matter how much Mercy fears loving a woman, Rio can chisel that away and get her to love openly and freely. Barbie Lynn bounces up and slams down on me repeatedly as she is coming to the end of her fuse. "Zane, Zane, oh yeah," she pants. Vivian chooses this moment to sneak her climax in on the rest of us. I am vaguely aware of her biting her lip, rocking her hips under the sheets, and perspiration beginning to bead on her lower lip. "Holy God, Christ, and, my, hot damn, Val, ugh, Oh, God!" Vivian squeals as Valarie vigorously whips her hand in a tight pattern, cloaked from sight but obvious to the knowledgeable. Vivian's clit, lips, and the gateway to her cunt are all supers-stimulated. Valarie cools her down and holds her with enough strength to stop Vivian from rolling face-first into the sheets. "Jesus Loves Me!" Barbie Lynn screams one last time. Her body bows, her breasts thrust forward and up, bouncing so deliciously while her thighs tremble in climax. Her anal muscles rippling from sphincter toward my cockhead are grinding me toward orgasm. Finally, she collapses against me, still twitching and fighting for breath. With my arms wrapped around her, I roll us over toward Mercy and Rio, placing Barbie Lynn on her back. Barbie Lynn has her legs pulling back before I can even move to push them back. While I had never fully pulled out, I was nearly there. I shove my hips forward, forcing my cock back in hard, causing Barbie Lynn to grunt, her mouth to gape open, nostril flaring, as her eyes squeeze shut. "Oh, hell, yeah," Barbie Lynn gasps, "hammer me!" "Oh, fuck," Valarie moans, "I am so lonely." Vivian is still roaming her hands over Valarie's special place, picking up the pace as she's inspired by Barbie Lynn's passion. Rio expresses her perverse nature by going at Mercy slow while the rest of us are going gangbusters. "Here is my baby-smooth, tasty friend," Rio says as she kisses Mercy's bald twat. Rio pushes her thighs apart, her leg muscles taught while laying on the bed. Rio's restraint could only last so long. Every lick became more insistent, every nibble elicited a greater yelp, and every hip-thrust by Mercy into Rio's hungry mouth was more desperate. Valarie gives off one long, cavernous growl, then screams in between Vivian's shoulder blades. "Damn," Vivian whispers, as a sympathetic orgasmic shiver coasts through her body. I'm pushing up on my knuckles, Barbie Lynn's legs between them as I rise up until my bulbous head is fixed in her sphincter; then I slam down once more. She's rocking her hips up to maximize the depths I reach as she cries out, again and again and again. When I finally let go, I feel a volcano of lust, frustration, and fulfillment exploding out all at once. Barbie Lynn's head sways rapidly side to side as she comes unglued. "Zane, Jesus loves me, Jesus Loves Me!" she howls loud enough to shake the glass panels overhead. Those words ringing in my ears are going to haunt me in whatever church I go to. "Ugh, ugh, ugh, Love, right there, feels so good," Mercy drags out with shallow breathes. "Umm, Rio gurgles. Mercy has gotten quite wet and visibly aroused. I'm sure Rio has worked a finger or two into the action and in Mercy's ass. Mercy starts bouncing off the sheets as she hisses out the last of her restraint. "Mother-fucker-god-damn!" Mercy cries out. Rio growls, slurps, and sucks up Mercy's cunt juice while lapping up and down her slit. "That's my baby," Rio's fluid-marked face looks up from between Mercy's legs and smiles. "Was that good for you?" Rio asks? Mercy nods dreamily. "Are you a happy little whore?" Rio teases. Again, Mercy nods with pleasure. "Did you use the 'L' word, Ass-fuck slut?" Rio hardens. This time Mercy realizes her mistake and shudders. She raises her head and looks into Rio's eyes. "Yes. I'm sorry, Rio," Mercy mumbles. "Sorry isn't going to cut it this time, Bitch," Rio sneers. "Tomorrow morning you are going to get it coming and going, all day long." I am actually aware of what that threat means. "Okay," Vivian sighed, with more contentment than annoyance, "we've all cum so let's try and get some sleep." "I haven't gotten off yet," Rio chuckled. I knew what I had to do before someone else volunteered my services. "Come here, Rio." I smile to her and extend a hand. "Let me get another taste of my best bro." "I'll clean you up," Barbie Lynn grins up at me, as she wiggles her body around my own so she's on top again. She slithers down my torso, waggles my still mostly hard cock against her lips, then begins to take it into her mouth. Barbie Lynn's tongue licks along my shaft as she gobbles up more of my rod. I expect Rio to come over but Mercy, following along and lying on her belly, her head propped up on her hands and elbows as she watches my blonde angel's skilled fellatio, is a bonus. Rio ends up near my pillow, one hand on my chest and the other resting between Mercy's ass cheeks. Her fingers are definitely sliding in and out of Mercy's cunt. If Mercy is a bit sore, she's smart enough not to complain to her Mistress about it. "What do you have in mind, Zane?" Rio catches my gaze. "I want your teeth tearing up the mattress with your ass up in the air as I plow you through the headboard," I inform her. I make a focus group assessment of the situation by slipping a finger into her cunt, she's creaming already. For Rio, the greater physicality of the sex, the better it is for her. She'll let me have my foreplay and some good loving, but she goes wild over the raw, brutal act of sex itself. "I think you are ready to put that smile on her face," Barbie Lynn taunts Rio as she informs me she's finished. "Come with me," Barbie Lynn turns to Mercy. "My nipples need some attention. Can you do that for me?" After checking with Rio, Mercy gives a hungry look and lick of the lips at Barbie Lynn. Barbie crawls over Mercy to land on her back on the far side. Mercy twirls around and latches on to Barbie Lynn's left breast with such rapidity, it momentarily causes my visage to blur. "I want some of that," Valarie suddenly blurts out. She makes her own quick trek around Rio and me as we are still positioning ourselves to come swooping down on Barbie Lynn's right side. The right nipple disappears into our school biker girl's mouth with a decidedly audible smacking of the lips. Val's hand starts to stroke the inside of Barbie Lynn's thigh but Mercy's free hand reaches over and starts tweaking Valarie's closest nipple. Yes, I definitely must check the air filters. Rio resumes her sensually crawl my way and I give her a beguiling look to lure her in. I'm on her in a flash once she's close enough for me to make my move. She screeches like an alley cat but I've got a hand on the back of her head and the other on her hip as I slam her face first into the pillow. "Bastard," she screams through the fabric, but she's not following through with the anger. "Give it up, Bitch," I snarl back. My cock slides full-throttle all the way into her cunt on the first pass. Her cunt feels like slick, melted butter as I bottom out in her hole. At the same time, I let up on her head a bit. "Oh, fucking-A," Rio gasps. "Did someone sneak a gerbil up behind me or is it Needle-cock pretending he's a man?" I give her another powerful slam. "Oh, fuck, stop that." "What? Too much for the bitch whose had it all?" I tease Rio. "I swear, if I spit up, my ovaries," she chokes, "we are, going to have, words." "Words like I'm the best fuck you've ever had'?" I taunt Rio between packing her cunt as full and deep as I can. She's squealing and moaning yet thrusting back strongly against me all the way. I move my hand off Rio's hip and take hold of a breast, squeezing and torturing the nipple. She's snarling like a wounded tigress now. She possesses no acceptance of defeat, no surrender to exhaustion, and no fear of pain; in fact, what we are doing is a turn-on. I'm actually becoming beaten up by all the impact of my hips against Rio's ass. Within ten minutes, her fluids are all over her crotch and mine and she's actually starting to dribble down her thighs and onto the mattress. "Zane, don't forget she's your friend," Vivian sounds worried. "Shut, up," gasps Rio, violently and with passion. This is what Rio craves right now, a brutal fucking, and she's not going to be denied by Vivian's compassionate sensibilities. "Ah, fuck me, fuck me, break me, you bastard," Rio pants. "Hammer me, Bitch!" she screams, and that's all she can take. She has some sort of seizure, thrashing and pulsating all over the place. For the second time tonight I'm shooting my seed into a woman; this time Rio's cunt. I plunder Rio's barely responsive form for several more savage thrusts until I'm spent, collapsing with my full mass on top of her, which is not my normal form but I want Rio to feel warm and encompassed by me at this moment. I make sure that some of my weight is taken onto my knees and elbows so I don't suffocate my crazy best friend. "Zane," Rio pants a half-minute later, "that vice-like bump you were feeling with that horse-cock of yours, " "Yes?" I respond softly. I pull her hair out of her face as she turns it to the side so she can speak clearly. "That was my cervix, dumbass," she giggles. "Next time I want my uterus scrubbed, I'll call a fucking gynecologist." "Hardy-har-har," I chuckle. "Doing it with a Princess Barbie Pony Action Figure doesn't qualify as bestiality, you bimbo, and it certainly doesn't give you horse-cock experience." "Rio, you are kind of gross," Vivian chastises my buddy. "Thank you," Rio pants, "I knew you cared." "Behave, Rio, and next time it's going up your ass," I murmur into Rio's ear. "Oh, that's just cold, Bro," Rio pouts as she wiggles her tight ass against my semi-flaccid cock. "A person uses the threat of denying anal sex to a girl as a means of enforcing polite behavior," Vivian ponders as she flops on her back and stares up at the stars through the glass ceiling. "Worse, it makes sense to me. What has happened to my life?" "Rio, are you okay?" Mercy whispered. Rio turns her head the other way to address her lover: "My cunt is numb, my hips feel dislocated, I'll be pulling pillow fiber out of my teeth for a week, and I think he bruised a nipple, I feel fucking awesome." "I'd ask Zane to do it to me again but I know Vivian would choke me out," Rio snickers. "I know what I am going to do, though: In the morning I'm going to have Zane pounding your ass as hard as he fucked me right now so I can hear you cry and scream." "Um, okay," Mercy answered, trying not to sound too anxious. "Damn," Valarie mutters. "I hate being a virgin, and I'll pimp slap the first one who suggests anal sex. All I want to do is get laid without the repercussions." No one said anything for a minute. "I'll help with that," Barbie Lynn and I volunteered almost at the same time. "Bed," Vivian laid down the law. Thankfully, the rest of us were too tired to argue. POWER PLAYFULNESS At our five a.m. wake up, I swept up Valarie into a six-nine, her on top. Barbie quickly got behind Val and began licking my nose, the back of Val's cunt, and teasing her butthole with tiny probes. At first our biker babe resisted and grumbled with her mouth around my cock, but Barbie Lynn was as relentless as she was sensually enticing. Val returned the surprise by slamming her thighs together as the dam of her sexual frustration burst; she clamped her thighs tightly on my head and bucked so hard she bounced us off the bed as she screamed. There were no words to it; the scream was primal, violent and somewhat frightening. The other remarkable thing was that Barbie Lynn retained her hold on Valarie's ass cheeks and kept tongue-fucking Val's anus. Valarie's mouth had released my cock seconds before orgasm. She gave it an occasional swipe of the tongue until her last orgasmic quivers stopped. I motioned for Barbie to let up and when she did, Valarie collapsed beside me. "Oh," Valarie panted, "that was good. That should tide me over until lunch time." "Showers, everyone," Vivian reminded us. There were a few groans but cleanliness was an inevitable bonus for all of us, and Rio, if we bundled her up and took her squirming, griping form with us. Rio gained a measure of revenge by announcing to my shower buddies that I had an unresolved morning blowjob begging for attention. Brandi elbowed two girls aside to bend over at the waist and take me in. Opal was kind enough to stroke Brandi's kitty from behind, getting us off almost at the same time. Opal gave me several finger scoops of Brandi's nectar to slake my sexual thirst. I was busy getting a taste of Opal with a bonus clitoris massage when Iona dragged me away. Outside the showers, I bent down, wrapped my arms beneath Iona's towel-clad posterior, and lifted her up so that she was looking down at me. "Thank you," I smiled at her. "You've always got my back." "You are welcome," she beamed happiness back down at me, "and it is my pleasure, Zane. Do you think we can go motorcycle shopping Thursday?" "Sure, that won't be, oh fuck, it's Wednesday," I gasped. I realized I had confused Iona. "I told Erin I would call her Monday and totally lost track, of a woman," I blinked. "I don't think that's ever happened before." "You have a ton of things going on," Iona comforted me while hovering above me still. "I think she'll understand." "Thanks again, Iona," I sighed as I let her slide down my body. "Can I sleep with you tonight?" she asked. "Of course," I grinned. "Are you going to give me your scrumptious behind?" Iona's smile grew even brighter. "You will have to wait and see," she teased me before racing off to her room. I made my way up to my room for a short workout and a few minutes meditating. I was peripherally aware of Paige coming into my room and rummaging around (i.e., she wanted me to know she was there without noticeably ruining my concentration). The main distraction was Rio and Mercy getting dressed. They had both long since moved all their belongings into my place; that wasn't a problem because of the massive space I had. The problem was, it is insane to put two pseudo-lesbian young lovers who are new to their relationship into a space where they are constantly tantalized by each other's naked or scantily clad bodies. Mercy couldn't resist reaching out shyly and touching Rio's lesser erogenous zones. Rio couldn't resist bending Mercy over the bed, licking her from behind, and/or spanking her, just a few taps but that hardly helped them get their clothes on. Today, Rio added the extra complication of inserting a vibrating ass plug into Mercy's ass and taping a vibrating egg against her clit. She was finishing up the work when I felt a glimmer of evil intellect enter my mind. "Hey, Rio, why don't you do the same thing?" I suggested. "Are you going to ring my bell?" she teased me. "No. I actually thought you would share with Mercy," I clarified. "Share what?" Valarie questioned as she entered the room. "They are each going to have a vaginal and anal stimulation device, theoretically with the other having the controlling mechanism," Paige stated. She held up two pairs of bra & panties for me to examine, gossamer peach bow-knot or strawberry crotchless/cupless. "I don't know, Babe," I mused. "I'd have to see you naked to make a determination." "You've seen me naked, my Boy-toy," Paige gave a wicked turn of the lip. "I, I have no recollection of it," I confessed. "Maybe it was that blow Rio gave me upside my head. I guess I need to see your nude, nubile form once more." "Oh, my poor baby," Paige pouted. "Someone as helpless as you cannot afford to lose any of your already inadequate brain power. I really should help you out." She was knee crawling up the bed, unbuttoning her shirt. When she was only a few feet in front of me, she sat down and worked her skirt off as well. She wasn't naked; she still had her knee-high socks on. "You really ought to cover those little boobies up," Rio taunted Paige. "Someone is going to think Zane has a middle-schooler up here." Paige's head turned and I could feel her anger, but before she could spew forth her vitriol, I latched on hungrily to her closest teat and sucked it in on one gulp. Paige gasped and thrust her body against me. Soon her hands were running through my hair as I soaked up her tender flesh and swelling nipple. I also stroked my hands down her body. My left hand drifted from right below her suckled breast, along her smooth, flat stomach, before dropping south until I cupped her sex. My right hand went down the ribs and around to her ass. I weighed and fondled her small yet firm buttocks, then reached between her cheeks and rubbed over her sphincter without pressuring it. "Paige," I said quietly as I released her nipple, "today go with the peach." "Umm, maybe I will," Paige teased me with a nibble to my neck, "after all, there are a very few things you are good at, and female sexiness is one of them." "Paige?" I continued. She was a little more suspicious now. Our relationship had always been rocky. "I appreciate you giving me some space the last few days," I thanked her. "It has really helped me get my head on straight." Paige's eyes lit up once more. She had sacrificed (in her mind), and I had noticed and was grateful. "I'm surprised you noticed," she started to say, then abruptly softened. "You mean a lot to me, you really do." I put my hands on each side of her jaw and pulled her into close face-to-face contact. "Paige, bouncy, bouncy," I whispered into her ear. Paige gasped slightly and twisted her head to make eye contact, looking somewhat expectant. "Meet me for lunch and I'm going break that ass open," I taunted her quietly. Rocky the squirrel must have snuck up on me and then clubbed me with Bullwinkle the Moose because her response was, "Okay," while she looked at me with a mixture of fear and lust. "Are you sure?" I was curious. "If that is what you really want," Paige responded. "Oh, I don't want to do it until you feel ready, Paige. We'll wait," I confessed. "I will have to think of something else to do with you at lunch today." All Paige did was grin in a very mysterious way. She held that look until Valarie put a hand on each ass cheek and pulled them apart. This time, someone had snuck up on Paige. "Hey!" Paige gasped. "What are you doing?" "Encouraging you to get dressed," Valarie chuckled. "Otherwise, Zane and I are going to slip one finger into your pretty little cunt and rub them in and out like a buzz-saw. Then we will smear your juices over your face and force you to go to breakfast smelling like sex." My girls really need to work on their 'discouraging' speeches. "I should get dressed," Paige hiccupped with reluctance. "Peaches, got it." Paige scurried away and began dressing while eyeing Valarie and me. "Oh, yeah," I joked with Valarie, "that terrified her." "Ask her about the party; then it will make sense," Valarie snickered. In the annals of female migration through my bedroom, Vivian wasn't really sneaking up on anyone, but her presence didn't send up shockwaves of alarm either. "Zane, we need to be heading out soon," she greeted me. She greeted Valarie by putting a hand on her shoulder and rubbing it. Quickly enough, Paige got dressed, Rio and Mercy got their acts together, and we gathered up Iona, Barbie Lynn, Brandi and Opal before heading down to join the rest of feminine humanity that constituted my dorm. My old (way back in Chapter 3) buddy Easter Valentine had me rate the top ten Christian Rock bands which was made much more difficult by my utter disbelief that there was actually something called Christian Rock, color me biased. Breakfast passed uneventfully, as did Assembly, before things began happening. First off, I touched base with Erin now that she was most likely awake. "Hey Erin, this is Zane," I started off, "and I am so sorry that I blanked on my promise to call you. Can I make it up to you and Gerry?" "Oh,um,okay, I guess," she drew me out. "What do you have in mind?" That was a good question; what was I going to do to make it up to them? "Have you ever heard of the SYFY network?" I asked. "Sure, Eureka, Warehouse 13, Being Human, and Lost Girl," she answered. "Saturday night they are showing Ice Spiders versus Snow Beast, I know, great title; right? And I'd like it if you two would come over to my house, get some pizza, and watch it with me," I offered. "Let me think about it, yeah, we'd be glad to come by and eat something," I could feel her grin coming through the airwaves. "Okay, one more question; how do you feel about three-ways?" "I've never been part of one but I'm willing to give it a try," Erin sighed happily, "if I must." "It's a date, then," I agreed, and after trading 'goodbye's', I hung up and caught my crew gathering outside. As I made my approach I saw Heaven give me a look and a smile then turn on Rio. "Handmaiden's Duty, Rio," Heaven beamed maliciously. "What do you want, you old cow?" Rio sneered right back. "Give me your controllers." Heaven grinned as she held out her hand to Rio. Mercy gulped (the two boxes controlled her vibrators) and Rio looked stunned. "Hand them over." Technical Mercy would have been immune, except it was Rio with her controllers. "How?" Rio mumbled. She looked around for support but found some sympathetic eyes, not comrades in arms. She angrily slapped Heaven's palm as she handed them over. Heaven handed those two small white devices to Hope, then reached out toward Rio once more. "Give me the ones Mercy is holding for you, too," Heaven snickered. Rio snarled before motioning for Mercy to hand them over to her. In short order, she handed those over to Heaven as well. "I'll be expecting those back at ten o'clock (one hour from now)," Rio growled. "Of course," Heaven chuckled. "I'll see you then, Sweet-cheeks." "God damn it," Rio leaned into me and whispered, "who, ah, hmm, betrayed me?" Apparently, someone was playing with her controllers. By the way Mercy developed a little tremble and a blissful smile, someone was having a go at her too. "I swear to God, it wasn't me," I shrugged. "Well, it wasn't Iona, she'd never do that to Mercy," Rio mused, then, "Paige! That little cunt did this to me." "I don't know if she did it or not," I pleaded, "but please don't kill her." Rio was several seconds in responding as she wobbled slightly and skipped a step. "Two fucking vibrators," Rio glared at me. "What were you thinking?" "Liking it?" I teased. "Love it," Rio gasped. "Mercy?" "Mumph," Mercy gasped. Added to the smile on her lips, I had to see that as an affirmative. Ms.  Goodswell's class was good but what came afterwards was far more amusing. "What do you mean, you traded them to some random upperclassmen?" Rio snarled. "Oh, I had to explain what they did. When I told them they were inside you, they jumped at the chance," Hope nodded serenely to the furious Rio. "How am I, oh, oh, oh, yeah, supposed to get them back?" Rio fumed. "Maybe they will run out of power soon," Mercy put a positive spin on things. "I put long-life batteries in those bitches this morning," Rio grumbled. "They can go for 24 hours of continuous use." "I insisted that they be returned to Zane at nine this evening," Christina said in a detached manner. "I swear, I'm going to tie down all you bitches one weekend and then we will see who's so superior," Rio seethed; "Dildos and lube all around. Arrgh," Rio growled. She staggered over to the closest wall and put her hand against it to stop from falling over. "Some whore just discovered the '10' setting," she gasped. "I was going to say something cruel," Hope stated, "but now it would be redundant." "Rio and Mercy, stay hydrated," Chastity suggested. "I'll pick you up between classes to, decrease your difficulties." "Thanks, Chastity," I patted her arm. "Heaven and I will watch after Mercy," Christina chimed in; being surprisingly helpful to someone she had shown no interest in before now. Christina was all about responsibility and since this was Heaven's stunt (or so it seemed), she was doing 'the right thing'. "Classes everyone," Vivian insisted. Thankfully I had one capable adult in my life. I hoped that me turning her into a vibrant bi-sexual didn't change that. Today I received an hour's warning of my lunch appointment with Doctor Victoria Scarlett, our beloved Vice-Chancellor. I let Paige know that I had to postpone our get-together. "It is good to see you, she was going to say 'Mr. Braxton' but she was sensitive to my preferences, ", Zane. How are things going on this first full day of our experiment?" "Well, Doctor Scarlett, let me say that you are even more deftly beautiful than you are deceptively manipulative," I countered. "As to your question, my efforts to corrupt your intentions precede a pace." She smiled, shook her head, and walked around the table, stopping when she was in front of my chair-bound form. "Come now; the tribal elections have begun. Seven leaders have been named and the rest of the tribes should do the same tonight," she informed me. "What were you able to accomplish yesterday?" Oh, so that was today's tune. I stood up and cupped her facial cheeks. "What do you think you are doing?" Victoria Scarlett mumbled. I pressed in and kissed her, leading by example as opposed to words. Her hands pressed against me. She wasn't shoving so I didn't stop. Victoria didn't even make a token effort to keep her mouth shut, though her tongue refused to play an overly active part in my French kiss. My hands didn't wander and my body didn't thrust against her. "I think I'm working out our relationship, your Kahina to my Pelagius," I responded, our faces only inches apart. Victoria rested her hands on my hips so I placed mine on her shoulders. "Kahina, have you been reading my works?" she smiled far too seductively. You would figure that a dedicated, righteous Christian theoretician would have body proximity issues. Not Victoria, damn it. "The only things hotter than smart, sexy chicks are smart, sexy, and sensually lethal chicks," I allowed. "This could be construed as sexual harassment or inappropriate sexual behavior," Doctor Scarlett grinned, all bold and gracious. "A 'no' on your part would suffice," I assured her. "Not you, Zane; me," she corrected me. "You are my student, after all, and my hands are on your hips." I arched an eyebrow; she kept smiling so I went back in for a kiss. Three minutes later I had worked over her lips, eyelids, cheeks, jawline, and the left side of her neck, and it was getting me nowhere except closer to a sexual-deprivation induced coma. "Damn, you are good," I panted. "I think this is something we need to work through first before we can constructively move on," she related patiently. She was trying to break me with her highly developed self-control. I had to figure out what the hell I was doing wrong. Overt sexual contact, breasts, buttocks, pubic area, was off-limits, or was it? Lingerie; why did Scarlett wear racy lingerie? I slipped my arms around Victoria's waist and pulled her off the desk and into me. I caught a slight, over-confident smirk on her lips. We started kissing again, Scarlett somewhat passively, as always, and me out to disguise my intentions. She didn't protest when my fingers wandered below the beltline or when I traced out the very risqu lines of her panties. Fighting the urge to yank them up and make her squirm, I languidly let my fingers dig into her skirt and hook the bottom elastic of her panties, then slowly wiggled the fabric gently. She gave me a few uninterrupted seconds before I sensed her inner struggle begin; did she stop me and give me this round in the struggle, a psychological edge over her, or did she see if she could tough it out. She went with the spiritual resistance. Once I had my fingers inside, I could move freely forward and back. I avoided the cunt and the bottom of her ass. I was able to make the bottom of her panties a very tight fit, allowing the thrumming of my tugs to vibrate along her most sensitive spots. Victoria's nostrils flared, her breath caught, and after a daring but futile attempt to distract me with her tongue, she broke our lip embrace and put her head on my shoulder. I immediately stopped what I was doing and waited for her to speak. "Oh, this is not good," she muttered to herself. Then after a pause, "Thank you for stopping. How did you know what to do?" "Where to begin," I answered. "You are beautiful, passionate, and a woman who appreciates fine fabrics on your skin. I stopped because I'll fight you with every tool I can, but I won't violate you," I added. Victoria looked up into my eyes. "You see me as Kahina?" she changed the subject. "You have this tragic, fervent yet noble character that charges with a burning blade into the face of adversity," I waxed romantic. "The last Christian Queen of the Berbers who, when faced with the inevitability of her defeat, sent her sons to the enemy for their protection while she sought death in battle against the Islamic invaders." "I'm not very martial," she countered. "Ah, but in the Greco-Roman culture our faith grew up in, you would be considered a Patrician's daughter, versed in Socrates and Virgil as well as St. Augustine," I made my argument. "Besides, martial valor is in the job of the tribesmen; it is the job of the Queen to provide leadership, hopefully in the right direction. You are a smart damn cookie so the comparison is apt." "Thank you." She then pursued her agenda. "What have you been up to?" "I'm creating a democratic system with your tribal leaders as the parliament, a selected group of girls to become judges, and another group to become enforcers of the rule of law," I responded. "Technically, I remain the guy at the top of the pyramid, so that's a victory for you." Her look told me I hadn't made an end-run around her Grand Plan, which was pretty unsettling. I was missing something. "Why do you let me put my hands on you?" I questioned. "I can't take pleasure in the mannerisms of a proficient young man?" she countered. "Care to prove that?" I challenged. I had her in a minor trap of her own connivance. "Very well," she bowed with a smile on her lips. "Turn around and lean over your desk, if you dare?" I directed. She accepted my orders and did as requested. I knelt down behind her and placed my hands on her ankles before rubbing upward in slow but strong finger-furrows. I teased my way up to her stocking line, grinding the silk hose into her skin, making her flesh shiver from the stimulation. I had her trembling by the time I migrated upwards to the elastic at the top of the stocking, past the garter, and onto her pliant warm thigh. As I brushed against the tuck of her butt-cheek and thigh, Victoria moaned. "Stop," she whispered. "Do you really want me to stop," I inquired, "or do you want me to stop before you reveal something?" I ceased my activities, waiting on her reply. "You know the answer," she panted briefly. I moved off and up, placing my hands on her shoulders and pulling her back up to my chest. "Can you promise me to consider the possibility that a woman wants something outside the realm of motherhood and spiritual purity?" I suggested. Doctor Scarlett turned around while remaining in my grasp. "The body may feel a certain way but you must resist those impulses from the Devil," she told me. "Fortunately, you are the only one on campus that can elicit such response." "Huh? Seriously, I can only imagine the kind of sexual trouble the women on campus can get into, unless you don't believe in Sapphic impulses either," I grinned. "Homosexuality is a myth," Victoria stated firmly. "There are misdirected desires and abnormal passions, but men don't lie with men and women don't lie with women, except as a perversion of the normal, natural order of things." Oh, here we go again, I groaned. "I hate that you would think that way. It stands in opposition to God's Love in my eyes and portrays you as a weak creature given over to the Devil's lure of fearing, hating, and even denying what is mostly a good thing, namely, compassion for one another," I sighed. "How can you have compassion for instincts you can hardly understand?" she posed. "I've been with men before," I informed her; "on more than one occasion." "What?" Victoria was stunned. She struggled to get away from my arms and I let her. "You have such a strong ardor for so many female students. How can you be tricked into perverse practices?" On the bright side, I'd finally gotten under her cool exterior; on the downside, I had shaken her faith in me. "Can I incite a rational moment, please?" I said calmly. She was halfway around the desk when she stopped and nodded. "Okay," the Vice-Chancellor responded with a careful edge. "How am I any different than the man you thought me to be two minutes ago?" I led off. "I certainly liked your body and you appeared to appreciate the touches I gave you. How does anything I did with anyone else before touching you matter? You are very attractive to me. Am I now repulsive to you?" "Those are multiple questions," Victoria seemed suddenly weary. "You are the same person you were a minute ago, but I had forgotten that you are a boy, not a man, and boys have infatuations with unusual, rebellious ideas. With your Father dead, it seems you were rudderless. You are definitely not repulsive to me. I admire you, but you also reveal yourself to be immature. Would you please leave? I need to reconsider some things." "No," I replied. "No? No, you won't leave, or no, I've committed some grievous error?" she inquired. "You believe I'm a boy, you don't believe in homosexuality," I answered, though I fondly day-dreamed of Victoria and Barbie Lynn, or Hudson Lane, the school lawyer, in a lesbian tryst, "but I don't want your newfound doubts in me making you change, specifically how you treat yourself." "You want me to keep wearing lingerie," she sliced to the heart of the matter. "It is a simple pleasure you allow yourself, the only one I can detect. I will certainly be a source of displeasure for you in the future; don't let me do you harm over my careless confession," I pleaded. "My indulgence is a form of weakness," she argued. "Wrong," I fought back. "It is a 'fuck you' to temptation. It makes you stronger. Doctor Scarlett, I have never had a woman hold out as long as you did this afternoon. If you change the way you dress, then I win and you lose because I've proven you don't have faith in your own convictions." Victoria was contemplative for a moment, frowning, then slowly letting a smile win out. "Come here," she beckoned. I came up and she kissed me, not a fevered rush but a smooth, subtle thing, driven by curiosity more than passion. "You are going to require more work than I imagined," she eventually commented. "Have you forgiven me?" I asked. "Have I returned to being a good boy?" "Yes and yes." "Does this mean I can cop a feel? Ya know, a freebie?" I hoped. She kept looking up at me as she studied my features. "You are going to be a whole lot of work, Zane," she answered, "and no, no free fondling of my private parts." I growled up at the ceiling. "Damn it, woman," I snarled. "Stop trying to break me to your will." "Mr. Braxton," she patted me on the cheek, "I have no idea what you are talking about." Yeah, right. We ve Come So Far The Festivities Committee broke up once more. I was helping Mrs. Jaspers to her car since she'd taken a tumble in her home and her ankle was a bit sore. I had to return to the conference room to find my usual crowd of women overstaying the meeting, Mrs. Sahara Penny, Kendra Bainbridge, and Rochelle Wellington. "Hello, Kendra. Those frills around your collar are very enticing to the eye," I jibed. "Did you come tonight with some ulterior motive?" "No!" she snapped. "I am not that kind of woman." "Technically, if you've had children, you are that kind of woman," Sahara chimed in. "I am not a fornicator," Kendra defended herself. "No one said you were," Rochelle smiled at her rival's discomfort. "All Zane did was give you a compliment and a gentle teasing." "After his 'date' with the Reverend's wife, I am not sure any of us can be considered safe from Mr. Braxton's intentions," Kendra spat. Sahara's laugh was musical. "Yes, Kendra, I was positively scandalized that Zane would approach me with such blasphemous intentions as the Gospel of Judas, Pistis Sophia, and the origins of God's true word," Sahara grinned too sweetly. "I am sure that is what was on his mind," Kendra insinuated. She was probably coming to regret being tricked into talking to the Preacher's wife. "What would that be?" Rochelle prodded. Kendra's mouth gaped. "Well, we all know what Mr. Braxton is up to at school," she rebounded snootily. "Oh, so you have seen his website," Sahara pointed out. Kendra turned a deep shade of red. "Well, I, with everything going on," she sputtered, "we need to know how to keep our daughters safe." "Oh, Kendra, I agree," Rochelle smiled my way. "I think we can all agree that young Ms. Masters (Barbie Lynn) was lucky to escape Zane's clutches." "Yes," Sahara added sternly, "apparently she's been lucky on a nightly basis." Hey, now! Why is everybody picking on me? Half the time she's on top. "You make it sound like she enjoys, that, what he does to her," Kendra fought back. "Yes," sighed Sahara, "I can understand how horrible it must be to be crying out God's name while having sex." "Several times a night," Rochelle added. "I have such sympathy for the poor girl." "You do know that it is plausible Ms. Masters seeks me out for our mutual enjoyment," I groused. "After all, it's my bedroom and my shower we are seen in." "The Devil is known to be a great seducer," Kendra countered. "You've lured her into debauched behavior." "Oh, well, Kendra, you are on to me. I guess my deep-seated lust for you will remain unquenched," I groaned. "That's not fair," Rochelle chided me. "You are neither a tool of the Devil nor prone to give up on anything you desire, so apologize to Kendra for the sarcasm." "I apologize for making light of your concerns, Mrs. Bainbridge," I nodded toward Kendra. "Very well," Kendra snorted. "Perhaps counseling with Pastor William would do you some good." Oh, like that was going to happen; I was right in ol' Bill's preferred age range and gender. Added to that, I had sort of threatened to have him murdered for threatening Sahara Monday night. "I would prefer to be guided by someone I didn't have a desire to toss out of a fast moving aircraft," I allowed myself to say. Kendra gasped, Sahara became very still, and Rochelle choked. "Wha-, what makes you say that?" Sahara asked cautiously. "He insulted my Uncle Tim within the hearing of Aunt Jill," I answered. "I really couldn't stand Uncle Tim but would rather put my hand in a garbage disposal than let someone cause her pain. He apologized at that time but I have not forgotten." "Have you ever worried about being a bit too bloody?" Rochelle cautioned me. "I ask a lot out of life; I risk more than most and I accept that the price I pay may be higher," I replied. "I believe in the Rule of Law and I believe in punishing the wicked who attempt to abuse the rules for their own agenda. If the price is blood, then blood it shall be; if I can get a heartfelt repentance instead, so much the better." "Aren't you simply forcing your world view on everyone else?" Rochelle questioned me. "Absolutely," I admitted. "My world view is relatively easy to understand; keep to your word, accept that others will be different, and live and let live. I would prefer that my friends and I be left alone. If I have to use physical force to protect my views, I can live with that." "What of the Christian virtues of forgiveness and 'do no harm'?" Sahara countered. "I make a lousy Christian at times," I looked embarrassed. "You seem to have very little time for Christ in your life," Kendra responded snidely. "Really?" I muse. "I go to church six days a week, I get quizzed on some sort of Bible lore at least twice a day, and I come to this meeting once a week. I know sin is not a balancing act but I think I do some good." "Maybe if you gave less energy to carnal pursuits and more to Christian righteousness, you wouldn't have so many sins to balance," Kendra pronounced. "And here we are, three women of relatively good looks, discussing righteousness and virtue, Kendra," Sahara smiled. Kendra gawked at her. "Yes, I imagine I looked something like you look now when I saw Zane's devious trap Monday night." "What do you mean? We are talking about Zane's sexual lifestyle," Kendra rebutted. "No. You are talking about Zane's sex life; the rest of us are talking about sin, forgiveness, and virtue," Rochelle smiled in a superior manner. "But, but you, both, Kendra stammered. "I asked Zane about his world view," Rochelle corrected. "And I asked him about Christian forgiveness and 'do no harm', as I recall," Sahara smiled sedately. Kendra gaped like a fish out of water. "Yes, but now that I know about Mrs. Bainbridge's obsession with my bedroom antics, I'll make sure to show her more attention," I nodded. "I mean, there is an attraction that mature women possess that girls cannot equal. There was a long silence that followed that statement. "Zane, you wouldn't dare do, all, all of those lewd acts to one of us, would you?" Kendra stuttered. "I can't imagine what would make me refuse consensual sex with anyone in this room," I grinned at her. "But we are married women," Rochelle teased me. "Thus consensual, I don't want to break up a happily married couple but I don't like seeing a woman trapped in a relationship solely because she thinks there are no other options," I explained. "Women deserve to be free, and quite frankly, unhappily married women have built up an exciting reservoir of carnal energy." "Zane, I find it difficult to believe that a young man as kind to this committee as you have been would make us disrobe one article of clothing, run your rough hands over every inch of our bodies, and then force us to perform all kinds of vile sexual acts on and for you," Rochelle kept taunting me. My guess was that she was really pissed on learning her husband was having an affair with one of his employees in the Mayor's office. "You wouldn't do that to Kendra, would you, Zane?" Sahara quizzed me. "What do you mean?" I seemed confused. "She's one of the hottest MILF's in the parish; all the guys in Bible Study say so." "Wha, what?" Kendra gulped. "Milf, Mothers I'd Like to Fornicate with," I told her. "I know that!" Kendra snapped, clearly disoriented and unsure of herself. "Certainly you've noticed the men's eyes follow you around the church every Sunday after service?&

Happy Fall! Vote November 4th! We know that the unanimous winner of all elections is the mid-90's sensation Presidents of the United States of America, known for the quirky hits Lump (1995) and Peaches (1996), as well as the meow-y Kitty. Their self-titled debut album went platinum, and they toured until their first split in 1997. They reunited soon after, and played in various line-ups until 2015. Chris Ballew, singer and guitarist, has had a solo career and children's entertainment career as Caspar Babypants, and all members have been active in various projects. BONUS: LOCAL DRAMA CORNER Email us! dipperzpod@gmail.comSupport the pod! www.patreon.com/dipperzInstagram! @dipperz_podcast

Happy Fall! Vote November 4th! We know that the unanimous winner of all elections is the mid-90's sensation Presidents of the United States of America, known for the quirky hits Lump (1995) and Peaches (1996), as well as the meow-y Kitty. Their self-titled debut album went platinum, and they toured until their first split in 1997. They reunited soon after, and played in various line-ups until 2015. Chris Ballew, singer and guitarist, has had a solo career and children's entertainment career as Caspar Babypants, and all members have been active in various projects. BONUS: LOCAL DRAMA CORNER Email us! dipperzpod@gmail.comSupport the pod! www.patreon.com/dipperzInstagram! @dipperz_podcast

Send us a textAaron's done playing nice. In this scorched-earth solo rant, the Ones Ready silverback goes full throttle on cones, meme-lords, and anyone dumb enough to trash the new Zulu Course before it even starts. Peaches and Trent are off the mic, which means there's no filter—just pure truth bombs, sarcasm, and veteran rage.Aaron breaks down why the Zulu Course is actually the biggest step forward for Air Force Special Warfare training—and why today's wannabes are embarrassing themselves online instead of preparing for real work. He's got words for the “day-one quitters,” the recruiters cutting corners, and the soft generation that confuses sarcasm for trauma.This isn't motivation. It's a wake-up call. If you're one of the cones crying about haircuts and Uncrustables, grab a mirror and a helmet—because Aaron's not pulling punches.⏱️ Timestamps: 00:00 – “Fix Your Own Problems” – The brutal intro nobody asked for. 02:30 – Peaches plugs tasty gummies & chaos ensues. 04:50 – “I Can't Believe You Made Me Defend the Air Force” – Aaron vs. the internet. 07:00 – The Zulu Course decoded: what actually happens in each block. 09:30 – Radios, medicine, mission planning—why this pipeline hits harder. 18:40 – The day-one quitter conspiracy. Recruiters, take notes. 25:00 – How the Zulu Course builds killers, not complainers. 38:00 – Aaron's full-auto rant at cones and meme pages. 50:00 – “Soft. Entitled. Unserious.” – The speech every candidate should hear. 1:02:00 – Reality check: you're not ready. Fix it. 1:09:00 – Final message: shut up, show up, and earn it.

Send us a textForget the motivational fluff—this one's raw. Peaches sits down with Rob, a Navy vet and father of a Special Warfare candidate, to talk about what really happens when your kid volunteers for hell. From bottom-of-the-pool breakdowns to recruiter nonsense, this convo hits every nerve: pride, fear, frustration, and a dad's brutal honesty about letting go. Rob doesn't sugarcoat it—he talks about raising a son who fails, adapts, and keeps fighting. It's not about the uniform—it's about grit, humility, and realizing your kid's journey isn't yours to control. Parents, this one's gonna sting a little.⏱️ Timestamps: 00:00 – “Nobody quits because it's hard—they quit because of life.” 04:30 – A parent's front-row seat to the pipeline 08:50 – From college athlete to combat pipeline 13:40 – Recruiter lies & learning the hard way 17:00 – The pool doesn't care about your feelings 20:45 – Crack or black: where you meet yourself 27:00 – Why monsters quit and quiet kids survive 33:00 – What parents get wrong about “helping” 43:30 – Moms, chill. He's tougher than you think. 49:00 – Military mindset vs. soft culture 57:00 – The hardest words a son can say: “You were right.”

The cult classic film The Rocky Horror Picture Show will celebrate its 50th anniversary this fall. Timed to the occasion, HarperPop will be publishing ROCKY HORROR: A Behind the Scenes Look at the Cult Classic (HarperPop; on sale September 30, 2025; 256 pages, 4-color throughout, $50.00; ISBN 9780063385689), a visual compendium of rarely-scene photographs by legendary rock photographer Mick Rock. Full of unique behind-the-scenes moments from the production of the iconic film, ROCKY HORROR is set to be the ultimate collector's item for fans and cinephiles alike.Capturing the essence of a cultural phenomenon that defied the odds, Rock's collection is a testament to the film's enduring legacy and its vivid undercurrents of sexual fluidity and B-movie camp. The Rocky Horror Picture Show initially flopped upon its release but rose to become a midnight cult classic, inspiring audiences to interact with the film through live performances and spirited audience participation.The late Mick Rock-famous for his work with music legends like David Bowie, Queen, and Blondie-was granted exclusive access during the six weeks of filming. His camera captured not only the action on set but also the essence and energy that made Rocky Horror unique. "I could snap whatever caught my eye, stirred my imagination," said Rock. This creative freedom resulted in an extraordinary collection of images that offer a fresh perspective on the film.The book features a foreword by Richard O'Brien, the creative force behind Rocky Horror, who reflects on the film's incredible journey to becoming a theatrical staple with the longest-running release in history. Interviews with cast members, Mick's personal notes, and other production ephemera are beautifully compiled in a stunning four-color format. The book also contains quotes from the legion of fans of the movie, including Joan Jett, Billy Corgan, Courtney Love, Juliette Lewis, Jinkx Monsoon, Duff McKagan, Anna Sui, Karen O, Trixie Mattel, Peaches, Norman Reedus, Cassandra Peterson (aka Elvira, Mistress of the Dark), and many, many more.Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/arroe-collins-unplugged-totally-uncut--994165/support.

The cult classic film The Rocky Horror Picture Show will celebrate its 50th anniversary this fall. Timed to the occasion, HarperPop will be publishing ROCKY HORROR: A Behind the Scenes Look at the Cult Classic (HarperPop; on sale September 30, 2025; 256 pages, 4-color throughout, $50.00; ISBN 9780063385689), a visual compendium of rarely-scene photographs by legendary rock photographer Mick Rock. Full of unique behind-the-scenes moments from the production of the iconic film, ROCKY HORROR is set to be the ultimate collector's item for fans and cinephiles alike.Capturing the essence of a cultural phenomenon that defied the odds, Rock's collection is a testament to the film's enduring legacy and its vivid undercurrents of sexual fluidity and B-movie camp. The Rocky Horror Picture Show initially flopped upon its release but rose to become a midnight cult classic, inspiring audiences to interact with the film through live performances and spirited audience participation.The late Mick Rock-famous for his work with music legends like David Bowie, Queen, and Blondie-was granted exclusive access during the six weeks of filming. His camera captured not only the action on set but also the essence and energy that made Rocky Horror unique. "I could snap whatever caught my eye, stirred my imagination," said Rock. This creative freedom resulted in an extraordinary collection of images that offer a fresh perspective on the film.The book features a foreword by Richard O'Brien, the creative force behind Rocky Horror, who reflects on the film's incredible journey to becoming a theatrical staple with the longest-running release in history. Interviews with cast members, Mick's personal notes, and other production ephemera are beautifully compiled in a stunning four-color format. The book also contains quotes from the legion of fans of the movie, including Joan Jett, Billy Corgan, Courtney Love, Juliette Lewis, Jinkx Monsoon, Duff McKagan, Anna Sui, Karen O, Trixie Mattel, Peaches, Norman Reedus, Cassandra Peterson (aka Elvira, Mistress of the Dark), and many, many more.Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/arroe-collins-like-it-s-live--4113802/support.

Send us a textYeah, this one's not sunshine and push-ups. Peaches kicks open the team room door and unloads on the chaos hitting the Air Force — murder-suicides, cover-ups, and a shutdown that's choking the system from the inside out. But before he dives into the darkness, he drops truth bombs from the latest Operator Training Summit: how the next gen of Special Warfare candidates are showing up hungrier, sharper, and more locked-in than ever.Then it's straight into the fire — a double murder-suicide at Wright-Patt that exposes the ugly human cost behind the “we're fine” press releases, and another tragic death tied to the M18 fiasco that's making the Air Force and SIG Sauer sweat bullets. Peaches doesn't do conspiracy fluff, but he's not ignoring the smoke either. From leadership blind spots to the DOD's “everything's under control” theater, this episode cuts through the propaganda with a scalpel.By the time he's done, you'll be questioning whether “service before self” still means anything when people are dying under the weight of bureaucracy. And yeah, he somehow still lands the plane with a sliver of hope — free school meals, community support, and a reminder that helping each other is still the only mission that matters.So strap in, buttercups. This one's raw, uncomfortable, and 100% Ones Ready.⏱️ Timestamps: 00:00 – What “Attributes-Based Selection” Really Means 02:00 – OTS Nashville Recap: Savage Coaching, Crushed Hips, and Better Recruits 04:30 – Vegas Operator Training Summit: Why You Can't Miss This One 05:00 – The Air Force's Dark Week: Wright-Patt Murder-Suicide Breakdown 09:00 – How the Investigation Unfolded (and Why It's So Damn Messy) 13:30 – M18 “Accidental” Shooting: Cover-Up or Catastrophe? 15:30 – Conspiracy Corner: SIG Sauer, DOD, and a Dead Airman 18:00 – Finally, Some Good News — Free School Meals for DOD Families 20:00 – Government Shutdown Reality Check: Who's Actually Suffering 22:30 – Peaches' Final Word: Check on Your People and Stay Frosty

Amok, amok, amok! This week, Peaches and Michael put a spell on you in celebration of 1993's HOCUS POCUS! In addition to discussing the utter perfection of the Sanderson Sisters, our hosts delve into their firm belief that the film was rescued from obscurity thanks to the passion of queer fans. Joining the conversation is drag superstar Tina Burner, whose lifelong love of Salem's favorite witches led her to create an annual traveling parody show. Then, drag icon Nicole Halliwell stops by to discuss her own legendary parody show, as well as reveal the tea about how her work has gone on to inform the ongoing HOCUS POCUS fandom. From black flame candles to eye-opening books, this episode has it all! Go! Happy Halloween! 

Send us a textEverybody brags about “grinding” on four hours of sleep—until their brain turns into mashed potatoes. Peaches sits down with Dr. Leah Kaylor, the FBI's resident sleep assassin, to expose every lie you've ever believed about “sleep aids.” From Benadryl brain fog and melatonin overdoses to why your “one beer to chill” actually nukes your REM cycle, this one's a brutal wake-up call. Leah demolishes the “I'll sleep when I'm dead” crowd and drops science that'll make your caffeine addiction blush. If you're a high performer running on fumes, this episode's your intervention.⏱️ Timestamps: 00:00 – The Lie You Tell Yourself About Sleep 02:45 – Why Peaches' Guest Works for the Freakin' FBI 05:10 – If Sleep Were a Drug—You'd Be Hooked 09:20 – Melatonin: Legal Candy, Stupid Choice 14:40 – Benadryl, Dementia & Dumb Decisions 26:00 – Booze vs. REM Sleep: Who Wins? (Hint: Not You) 33:10 – Caffeine: The Most Socially Acceptable Drug 38:00 – The Wind-Down Routine You're Too “Tough” to Try 44:00 – Waking Up at 3AM? You're Doing It Wrong 47:00 – Cool Beds & Hot Science: Fixing Your Sleep Game 49:00 – The Book, The Doc, and the Final Gut Punch

Download Episode 1088 – A 90 minute interview for Dreamed Away, a visit from Stemage & The Arkadian, news, and a ton of reviews lead to the LONGEST EPISODE EVER?? What have we done…The show kicks off with Bri Galgano and Jacob Garner on hand to welcome Dreamed Away developer Nico Petton & and Pineapple Works CEO Wojtek Kubiak to the show to chat all about Dreamed Away! From the Kickstarter, to me backing the Kickstarter to get Peaches in the game, to Peaches now being in the game, we cover the long journey to release including how Nico met up with Wojtek to get Pineapple Works as the publisher of the game! Tons of discussion on influences, favorite games, and tons more!After Nico and Wojtek head out, it’s news of the week with Bri and Jacob with Aki joining alongside Grant “Stemage” Henry and Jon “The Arkadian” Oneal! Oh and PERNELL VAUGHAN shows up on his birthday! We chat about the latest additions and departures for Xbox Game Pass Ultimate, exclusives being “antiquated” in the eyes of Xbox, thousands of unprofitable Steam games, more Kirby Air Riders news, delays, announcements, and the news that KRAFTON is becoming an “AI first” company while becoming a “customers last” company to us. All that plus a massive batch of reviews including KEEPER, provided to us for coverage by Xbox and more Kidz Korner with Outright Games! Thanks Xbox & OG!0:00 - Intro/Dreamed Away Chat1:36:18 - News w/ Stemage & The Arkadian2:41:46 - NASCAR 25 - iRacing.com Motorsports Simulations (Bri)2:55:38 - Bounty Star - DINOGOD, Annapurna Interactive (Aki)3:06:48 - KEEPER - Double Fine Productions, Xbox Game Studios (Bri)3:15:05 - Mamorukun ReCurse - City Connection, Clear River Games (Jacob)3:20:23 - Pinball FX: Scared Stiff & Elvira DLC - Zen Studios (Grant/Jon/Bri)3:38:17 - Lumo 2 - Triple Eh?, Numskull Games (Aki/Bri/Jacob)3:46:35 - Kamikaze Lassplanes - Inky Dreams, Crunching Koalas (Jacob)3:54:15 - Mai: Child of Ages - Chubby Pixel (Aki)4:03:40 - ILA: Frosty Glide - Magic Rain Studios, First Break Labs (Jacob)4:07:51 - Spooky Express - Draknek and Friends (Bri)4:12:31 - Arcade Archives 2 MUNCH MOBILE - HAMSTER (Jacob)4:17:31 - Captain Tideborne and the Siren’s Call - Synnergy Circle Games (Bri)4:21:20 - AFIL Games Triple Stack - Wise Box Studios, AFIL Games (Jacob)4:37:05 - KIDZ KORNER: The Elf on the Shelf: Christmas Heroes - Casual Brothers, Outright Games (Jacob)The show ends with a track from Stemage for the Spoopy Halloween feels! Does that really say nearly five hours?? Oh my.4:49:38 - Stemage - Terrorvision (w/ Claire Henry)https://dreamedaway.com/https://nicolas.petton.fr/https://pineapple.works/https://www.iracing.com/https://dinogod.com/https://annapurnainteractive.com/https://www.doublefine.com/https://www.xbox.com/https://www.clearrivergames.com/https://zenstudios.com/https://www.triple-eh.com/https://numskullgames.com/https://www.youtube.com/@InkyDreamsStudiohttps://crunchingkoalas.com/https://chubbypixel.com/https://www.magicrainstudios.com/https://firstbreaklabs.com/https://www.draknek.org/https://www.hamster.co.jp/https://www.synnergycirclegames.com/https://www.youtube.com/@wiseboxstudios6703https://afilgames.com/https://casualbrothers.com/https://outrightgames.com/https://www.stemagemusic.com/https://arkadianvgrb.bandcamp.com/https://ocremix.org/https://itunes.apple.com/us/podcast/the-sml-podcast/id826998112https://open.spotify.com/show/6KQpzHeLsoyVy6Ln2ebNwKhttps://terraplayer.com/shows/the-sml-podcasthttps://bsky.app/profile/thesmlpodcast.comhttps://www.facebook.com/theSMLpodcast/https://thesmlpodcast-shop.fourthwall.com/ALL REVIEWED GAMES HAVE BEEN PROVIDED FOR FREE FOR THE PURPOSE OF ANY COVERAGE ON THE SHOW

Send us a textPeaches and Active Duty CCT, MSgt Dan torch the myth of “fair” awards in the military. This one's not a feel-good story—it's a reality check. From Manda Bay to the Pentagon, the boys call out the clown show where some people collect medals for surviving the wifi going out while others who actually fought for their lives get nothing. Dan drops receipts straight from the battlefield, naming the hypocrisy, inflated hero worship, and bureaucratic nonsense that's poisoning the ranks. Peaches brings the heat, asking what integrity really means when ribbons matter more than reality. If you've ever wondered why the system feels rigged, buckle up. This one's a gut punch.⏱️ Timestamps: 00:00 – “That didn't happen.” Dan calls out false war stories. 04:00 – The Manda Bay attack that never should've happened. 09:00 – The medal inflation problem: Valor vs. participation trophies. 14:00 – Security Forces myths get shredded. 19:00 – When leadership rewards fiction over facts. 27:00 – Silver Stars for drone kills? Come on. 33:00 – Angel on the battlefield... or PR stunt? 40:00 – Leadership gaslighting and the politics of awards. 47:00 – Peaches drops the hammer: Integrity first, or nothing.

Send us a textThe Ones Ready Team Room just went DEFCON spicy. Peaches drops a verbal frag on soft leadership, lazy generals, and the bureaucratic clown show holding America back. From gutless flag officers whining about accountability to NASA possibly being shoved under the Department of Transportation (seriously?), he's got zero patience for the circus. Peaches calls out the hypocrisy, salutes the few still grinding, and delivers his unfiltered take on how to fix the mess—starting with honesty, toughness, and a little competition. Oh, and yeah—Jared Isaacman for NASA Chief? Bet your ass. Strap in. This one's a ride.⏱️ Timestamps: 00:00 – “Everything We Do Has a Purpose” – Peaches on the real meaning of attributes-based selection. 01:45 – “The Nashville Summit Is Locked and Loaded” – Event hype, early access, and Vegas reveal. 04:20 – “Generals Gone Soft” – Peaches torches the brass crying to the press. 07:30 – “Leadership Without Spine” – How political rot eats the military from the top down. 08:40 – “The Billionaire Fighter Pilot We Need” – Jared Isaacman for NASA boss. 11:10 – “NASA Under DOT? Are You High?” – The dumbest idea Congress has ever had. 13:05 – “Game On, SpaceX” – Peaches breaks down why competition keeps America sharp. 16:45 – “Rant Mode: Engaged” – Peaches asks: am I wrong, or just the only one saying it?

Send us a textEveryone loves to say they want a “badass” job—until they realize Air Force EOD actually plays with live explosives. Peaches sits down with three bomb techs who spill the truth about blowing stuff up for a living. From top-secret clearances to the sadistic “Grooster” workout, these dudes talk smoke sessions, failure, and why being called “Eagle” isn't a compliment. No Hollywood hero shots here—just sweat, stress, and zero room for mistakes. If you think you're built different, listen up. This episode will check your ego harder than an instructor at NAV School.⏱️ Timestamps:00:00 – “You're Going Down on Bombs, Boys”03:00 – Why EOD Isn't Just Another SWOE Backup Plan07:15 – The Guard Life vs Active Duty Reality12:45 – Passing the “Psychopath” Test17:00 – The Grooster: EOD's Dumbest (and Best) Workout26:00 – How EOD School Breaks You Without Yelling41:00 – Double Taps, Unicorns, and Ego Checks52:00 – Secret Clearances and Pentagon Power Trips57:30 – 3D Printing Explosives and Idle Hands1:09:00 – Real EOD Life: From Bombs to Breakfast1:16:00 – Advice from the Trenches: Don't Be “That Guy”

Send us a textBuckle up — Peaches sits down with Black Rifle Coffee's Jared Taylor and AFSW's Chief Jimbo Spreeder to torch the nonsense strangling the Air Force from the inside out. From the death-by-a-thousand-cuts of the A-10, to the badge redesign drama, to the Tech P force reduction nobody understood, this episode pulls zero punches.Peaches calls out leadership confusion (“Wait, you didn't know what TacPs do?!”), while JT and Jimbo laugh their way through the bureaucratic chaos that makes warriors less lethal. Expect hard truths, gallows humor, and the kind of brutally honest conversation you'll never hear in a press briefing. If you think the military's “heritage problem” ends with pilots and PowerPoints, think again. The boys talk heritage, mental toughness, rebuilding the pipeline, and why being “Instagram fit” won't save your ass when the rotors kick up and it's go time.This one's pure Ones Ready energy: real talk, no filters, and all attitude.⏱️ Timestamps: 00:00 – “So… the Air Force forgot what TacPs do?” 03:00 – JT & Jimbo on making the ‘Controlled' documentary and saving the legacy 07:00 – How two dudes turned chaos into a badass TacP history film 10:00 – “The A-10 ain't dead yet… but it's bleeding out” 15:00 – Inside the new badge redesign and why it pissed everyone off (again) 20:00 – Future of the TacP pipeline: less fluff, more fight 25:00 – “We don't want influencers — we want killers” 32:00 – Swimming, stress, and suffering: TacPs hit the pool 38:00 – Morale shocker: why commanders are finally happy again 43:00 – Peaches & Jimbo on the State of TacP: cutting dead weight, building killers 50:00 – The new Scout Program and the legend of Funky Bunkley 54:00 – JT's next mission: writing, war stories, and whiskey 56:00 – “Train hard, shut up, and stop believing the rumors”

Send us a textEveryone loves to say they want a “badass” job—until they realize Air Force EOD actually plays with live explosives. Peaches sits down with three bomb techs who spill the truth about blowing stuff up for a living. From top-secret clearances to the sadistic “Grooster” workout, these dudes talk smoke sessions, failure, and why being called “Eagle” isn't a compliment. No Hollywood hero shots here—just sweat, stress, and zero room for mistakes. If you think you're built different, listen up. This episode will check your ego harder than an instructor at NAV School.⏱️ Timestamps: 00:00 – “You're Going Down on Bombs, Boys” 03:00 – Why EOD Isn't Just Another SWOE Backup Plan 07:15 – The Guard Life vs Active Duty Reality 12:45 – Passing the “Psychopath” Test 17:00 – The Grooster: EOD's Dumbest (and Best) Workout 26:00 – How EOD School Breaks You Without Yelling 41:00 – Double Taps, Unicorns, and Ego Checks 52:00 – Secret Clearances and Pentagon Power Trips 57:30 – 3D Printing Explosives and Idle Hands 1:09:00 – Real EOD Life: From Bombs to Breakfast 1:16:00 – Advice from the Trenches: Don't Be “That Guy”

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Who's laughing now? This week, Peaches and Michael are hosting an absolute terrifier of an IDOL WORSHIP celebration in honor of ART THE CLOWN! In addition to discussing this newly minted horror icon's meteoric rise in pop culture, our hosts delve into the curious and challenging aspects of his place in the zeitgeist. Joining the conversation is genre superstar Catherine Corcoran to dig into her memories of making the first TERRIFIER and the experience of watching her onscreen enemy become a household name. Then, the legendary actor behind Art himself, David Howard Thornton, stops by to dish on the pressure and privilege to portray a character that has become the definition of modern horror. From grisly gore to silent shenanigans, this episode has it all! 

Send us a textPeaches and the Ones Ready crew bring the Gladdins back into the team room for a brutal, emotional update on their fight for Justice for Julie — and it's worse than you think. A repeat offender with 30+ charges kills Kate's mom, and the state calls it a misdemeanor. Yeah. A misdemeanor.This episode rips open every layer of America's broken “justice” system — lazy prosecutors, soft laws, and zero accountability. Nate and Kate Gladdin refuse to stay quiet, turning grief into a full-on campaign for change. Peaches doesn't hold back either: if you've ever said “someone should fix this,” congratulations — that someone is you.Get ready for outrage, heartbreak, and truth bombs only Ones Ready could deliver.⏱️ Timestamps: 00:00 – Peaches kicks it off with Ones Ready updates & sponsor shout-out 02:20 – The Gladdins return: pain, purpose, and pure honesty 05:00 – How a repeat criminal killed Julie and still walks free 08:15 – 72 days in jail for 33 crimes — Wyoming's “justice” exposed 11:20 – Kate relives the moment everything shattered 16:00 – When killing someone gets you 12 months max 18:00 – Fighting to rewrite the law and expose the loopholes 24:00 – Corruption, cowardice, and a prosecutor on thin ice 28:00 – Probation: the ultimate free pass to kill again 33:00 – “He's never fought a man in his life” — Nate's uncensored fury 35:00 – Justice vs. revenge: the Gladdins set the record straight 39:00 – From Australia to Wyoming: no excuses, no retreat 45:00 – Standing fearless in court, face to face with evil 48:00 – Kate turns anger into fuel for change 52:00 – The Gladdin family's message: you can't silence truth 57:00 – Call to action: flood the phones, demand Justice for Julie

It's the final Mighty Monday of 2025, and Ryan is closing things out with one of the most iconic sports movies of all time — A League of Their Own.ABOUT A LEAGUE OF THEIR OWNDuring World War II, when most of the men are off fighting overseas, two sisters join the first professional women's baseball league and struggle to help it succeed amid their growing rivalry.AIR DATE & PLATFORM FOR A LEAGUE OF THEIR OWNJuly 1, 1992 | Theatrical ReleaseCAST & CREW OF A LEAGUE OF THEIR OWNGeena Davis as Dottie HinsonTom Hanks as Jimmy DuganLori Petty as Kit KellerMadonna as “All the Way” Mae MordabitoRosie O'Donnell as Doris MurphyJon Lovitz as Ernie CapadinoDavid Strathairn as Ira LowensteinBill Pullman as Bob HinsonDirected by Penny MarshallBRAN'S A LEAGUE OF THEIR OWN SYNOPSISThe movie kicks off in 1988 with Dottie Hinson attending the opening of a new exhibit at the Baseball Hall of Fame that celebrates the All-American Girls Professional Baseball League.Suddenly, we're transported back to 1944 to learn how the league began. We meet a younger Dottie and her sister Kit, working hard on the dairy farm. A scout named Ernie arrives and tries to convince Dottie to join the league, but she agrees only if Kit can come too.Off to Chicago they go to try out for the league — and they make the Rockford Peaches.But who's going to manage this squad? Former star player Jimmy Dugan. Jimmy Dugan sucks. He's an alcoholic who only takes the gig to make some money so he can buy more booze. He doesn't want to be there, which forces Dottie to step up as the team's leader.As the league grows more and more popular, the stadiums start selling out. The teammates bond, and everything is going great — until the guy running the league makes Dottie the face of it, which upsets her sister and ultimately leads to Kit getting traded.The Peaches finish the season with the league's best record, qualifying for the World Series. That evening, Dottie gets a surprise when her husband, Bob, shows up — wounded and discharged from the Army.Jimmy discovers that Dottie plans to go home with Bob. He tries to talk her out of it, telling her she'll regret not staying.Before the final game of the World Series, Dottie rejoins the team, while Kit is the starting pitcher for the opposing team. Dottie and the Peaches end up winning, and the sisters reconcile afterward.Back in the present at Cooperstown, Dottie is reunited with the other players — including Kit. They all sing the team song and pose for a photo. Watch the show on Youtube - www.deckthehallmark.com/youtubeInterested in advertising on the show? Email bran@deckthehallmark.com Hosted by Simplecast, an AdsWizz company. See pcm.adswizz.com for information about our collection and use of personal data for advertising.

Send us a textPeaches is flying solo and absolutely torching weak leadership in this unfiltered rant from the Ones Ready team room. The story? A Monster Mash at Little Rock AFB was shut down at the last second—after 50 candidates paid their own way—because someone got scared of “bad optics” during a government shutdown. Spoiler: nobody died, but the leadership's spine sure did.Peaches tears into risk-averse commanders, lazy optics-warriors, and anyone who hides behind policy instead of taking ownership. Then he spotlights one real-deal hero: Col. Echard, the 19th Airlift Wing Commander who told everyone to “keep pressing” and owned the risk like a leader should.If you've ever wondered why morale tanks or why recruiting struggles, this episode spells it out in flaming detail. Get ready for rants, real talk, and a reminder that courage doesn't come from PowerPoint slides.⏱️ Timestamps:00:00 – Peaches in the team room, solo and slightly unhinged 02:30 – The Monster Mash disaster: how 50 candidates got burned 05:10 – Government shutdown excuses and the weak “optics” cop-out 07:30 – Risk aversion: the silent killer of military progress 10:45 – Enter Col. Eckerd: one leader who actually leads 13:00 – “Own the risk, keep pressing” – how real commanders operate 15:00 – Peaches unloads on leadership that folds under pressure 18:00 – Lessons from chaos: empathy, ownership, and doing better 20:00 – Shoutouts to the EOD team and recruiters who kept grinding 22:30 – The Ones Ready mission: real training, real risk, real results 24:00 – PMA, TastyGains, and Peaches roasting himself before bed

Send us a textMost people see an injury at BUD/S as the end of the road. For Chris from Project Linear, it was just the beginning. After making it through Hell Week and Phase 2, a brutal injury cut his journey short only seven weeks before graduation—but instead of letting that define him, he turned the experience into fuel.Today, Chris leads Project Linear, a tactical gear company built on the same standard of excellence he carried into the Navy pipeline. No gimmicks. No influencers. Just authentic gear trusted by the operators who actually use it.The Ones Ready crew pull Chris into the team room to unpack how injury, humility, and obsession forged a brand that's raising the bar for the tactical community. From breaking up bar fights in San Diego to designing gear for SEALs and SWAT teams, Chris proves that getting knocked down doesn't mean you're done—it means you're being forged.If you're chasing greatness, recovering from setbacks, or building something that matters—this one's for you.⏱️ Timestamps: 00:00 – Peaches owns up: how to fix your own mistakes like a grown man 03:00 – Meet Chris: from bar bouncer to BUD/S to badass entrepreneur 06:45 – The brutal truth about SO contracts and Navy selection 10:20 – Cutting corners? You'll get exposed — in life and business 14:00 – BUD/S setbacks and how to weaponize adversity 19:00 – Building Project Linear: no influencers, no fluff, no BS 24:30 – The 80/20 rule every veteran entrepreneur should break 28:40 – The SWAT team that literally stole their gear (and paid for it later) 33:00 – Why “authenticity” actually pays off 39:30 – What “Linear” really means — and why your logo should matter 44:00 – Tactical Games, functional fitness, and training that doesn't suck 51:00 – Advice for future operators: cut distractions and stop chasing comfort 55:30 – Future collab? Ones Ready x Project Linear tease

Send us a textWhen most people quit BUD/S, they fade into obscurity. Chris from Project Linear? He weaponized failure. After making it through Hell Week and Phase 2, he walked away seven weeks shy of graduation—and turned that standard of excellence into a tactical gear company that's outpacing big brands without a single influencer contract. Peaches and the Ones Ready crew drag him into the team room to talk obsession, authenticity, and why real pros don't chase followers—they chase standards. From bouncing drunks in San Diego to outfitting SEALs and SWAT operators, Chris proves that quitting doesn't mean you're done—it means you're just getting started.⏱️ Timestamps: 00:00 – “He's Not a SEAL” (The funniest disclaimer in Ones Ready history) 03:20 – From bouncer to BUD/S: Chris's unhinged path to the Navy 07:40 – The truth about earning a shot at selection 10:45 – Chaos, bars, and the weird pipeline to special operations 13:00 – How “never quit” became Project Linear's DNA 17:20 – The anti-influencer brand taking over tactical fitness 20:30 – Mental reset: the best advice Chris ever got in BUD/S 25:10 – Turning failure into fire: the birth of Project Linear 31:00 – Why he'll never take investor money (and why you shouldn't either) 33:00 – Trash logos, Punisher skulls, and how NOT to brand like a bro 36:40 – Building the “two is one, one is none” ethos 40:30 – Authenticity over algorithms—filming on base with real operators 44:20 – Tactical Games, functional fitness, and training for real life 48:30 – What's next for Project Linear 50:10 – The one rule for candidates: kill your distractions 53:00 – Secret drop: custom American-made leather patches

Send us a textPeaches is back in the Ones Ready Team Room with another no-BS drop that'll make the Pentagon sweat. From the government shutdown that's starving paychecks to the beefy boys rolling off bread trucks in Chicago, this episode rips through every headline the brass wishes you'd ignore. Peaches calls out the “financially illiterate” lifestyle of troops living beyond their means, laughs at the Army Corps' endless postponements, and lights up DoD's hilariously outdated cybersecurity systems. Then it's on to the Marines flexing “maritime domain awareness” for an attaboy, the Air Force's missileer cancer scare, and the Space Force trying to sound cool with “hypersonic challenges.” Oh—and the Coast Guard Cutter Midgett (yes, really) returns from busting drug runners like it's the sequel to Narcos. Top it off with Peaches' unfiltered rant on false IG complaints, whistleblowers, and accountability. The episode ends with updates on the sold-out Nashville Operator Training Summit and a sneak peek at the next Vegas OTS—because rest is for civilians.⏱️ Timestamps: 00:00 – Hydration, Hoist, and Old Man Midnight Sips 02:30 – The Shutdown Circus: Paychecks, WIC, and Why You're Broke 04:50 – Fat Troops and Bread Trucks in Chicago 07:15 – Cybersecurity Theater: Outdated Systems and Cheesy Training 09:25 – Marines Celebrate “Maritime Domain Awareness” (Whatever That Means) 11:50 – Missileers, Cancer, and the HunterSeven Lifeline 13:10 – Tac-P Documentary: Filthy Legends, Must-Watch History 14:15 – Inspector General Reform: Bye-Bye Anonymous Whiners 17:00 – Presidential Directives, Bureaucratic Chaos, and Infrastructure BS 18:50 – Nashville OTS Recap + Sneak Peek: Vegas Summit Locked In

Send us a textIf you thought retirement would mellow them out, you clearly haven't met Peaches, Trent, or Aaron.In this week's blisteringly honest episode, all three come in hot. We're talking about the mental minefield of getting out, the physical wreckage of a Special Warfare career, and the professional purgatory of trying to give a damn after years of institutional gaslighting. Peaches is post-retirement and post-patience. Trent's back from the void. Aaron is basically caffeine, rage, and a mic.Together, they break down:The lies you're sold during transitionWhy “support” feels performativeWhat finding purpose really takesAnd why the Air Force still can't memeThis episode is raw, sarcastic, and soaked in the kind of wisdom you only earn through combat, kids, and government paperwork hell. It's not for the fragile—but it might just save your sanity.

Peaches ////// 877Part 1 of 1  www.TrueCrimeGarage.comWhile law enforcement continues to connect crimes and still more victims to the infamous Long Island Serial Killer investigation we decided to take a look at one of the more recent developments in this ongoing saga. In July of 2023 a family man and architect named Rex Heuermann was arrested in connection with three murders tied to the Long Island Serial Killer case or L.I.S.K. for short. Those names and a few others were given to a series of unsolved homicides where the bodies and remains of several young women, a male, and a toddler were discovered in and around Long Island, New York. It is undetermined at this time if all of the murders were committed by the same killer or killers. Since the arrest of Heuermann, investigators have continued to make progress. Heuermann was charged with four additional murders and we now know the identities of two of the victims - Peaches/ Jane Doe #3 & Baby Doe.For more information on these cases, including victim information and a timeline about the case go to www.GilgoCase.com Beer of the Week - Peach Hefeweizen by Southern Tier Brewing Company Garage Grade - 3 and 3 quarter bottle caps out of 5  More True Crime Garage can be found on Patreon and Apple subscriptions with our show - Off The Record.  Catch dozens of episodes of Off The Record plus a couple of Bonus episodes and our first 50 when you sign up today.  True Crime Garage merchandise is available on our website's store page.  So go on and get'ya some!  Follow the show on X and Insta @TrueCrimeGarage / Follow Nic on X @TCGNIC / Follow The Captain on X @TCGCaptain  Thanks for listening and thanks for telling a friend.  Be good, be kind, and don't litter!  Hosted by Simplecast, an AdsWizz company. See pcm.adswizz.com for information about our collection and use of personal data for advertising.