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On this episode of The Chad and Cheese Podcast, the boys lasso in Jeremy Mancheski, the big kahuna at OutSolve, for a wild ride through the HR compliance jungle. Jeremy drops truth bombs about why HR compliance is the unsung hero of keeping companies out of hot water, all while juggling the chaos of ever-shifting regulations like a circus clown. They dive into the thrilling world of data collection—because who doesn't love a good spreadsheet? The trio also tackles the nail-biting drama of poster compliance (yes, those break room posters are a big deal), the affirmative action planning glow-up, and hot-button issues like immigration and I-9 forms that make HR folks sweat. Peering into their crystal ball, they riff on the future of DEI in hiring and how AI and hybrid workspaces are shaking up HR like a bad office karaoke night.  Chapters 00:00 - Introduction to OutSolve and HR Compliance 02:51 - Navigating the Changing Landscape of Compliance 07:32 - The Importance of Data Collection in HR 10:39 - Understanding Poster Compliance and Its Challenges 13:40 - The Shift in AAP Providers and Compliance Strategies 15:57 - Emerging Topics in HR: Immigration and I-9 Compliance 19:15 - The Future of DEI and Its Impact on Hiring 21:15 - Looking Ahead: AI and Hybrid Workspaces

Book 3 in a 4-volume library.The Resort along the way to the SageBased on the work of BradentonLarry, in 6 parts.  Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.Toshia found riding on the Wizard's flying carpet strangely arousing. She had heard or read somewhere that dreams about flying were supposed to be about sex, and pretty much everything in Eros made pretty much everyone, and some things, aroused. Still, there was something particularly wonderful about sailing over the countryside with the wind whipping through her hair and over her bare skin that Toshia was finding extremely stimulating. She looked out and down at the forest beneath her as she reclined on one side, half leaning back against Victor who sat closer to the center of the carpet. Nicole, still very much uncomfortable with flying on this open vehicle, huddled up next to the big, muscular man's other side. Amy and Don were up at the front of carpet piloting and looking for a tower at the head of a river, respectively. On the back part of the carpet, Shelonda seemed to be napping. Toshia was coming to think of this merry little band as something of a family – a happily incestuous family, of course, with Don and her as the patriarch and matriarch, naturally.Watching the landscape floating past below, thinking warmly about her companions, and feeling the delicious tingling in her loins signaling the inevitable return of her lust, Toshia rested her head on one hand, while letting the other hand move slowly down the front of her body. She caressed the curve of her breast through the thin fabric of the short dress she had gotten from the Wizard. Toshia thought back to how she had met the Wizard and his beautiful wife, Madeleine for the first time. True to Don's word, they had left the Sisterhood the morning after the big orgy in their honor. Daphne had agreed to "give them" Victor and Nina, but the little serving girl protested that she wanted to stay with the sisters. Victor, however, was quite happy to join Toshia and Don's little band. Then, the sextet.That's perfect! Toshia thought to herself with a smile as she gave her breast a squeeze. The sextet then climbed aboard the flying carpet and flew back to the Wizard's spacious estate. After they were bathed, in wonderfully warm water, and clothed, the Wizard and Madeleine fed them and made them welcome. At first, as something of an odd formality that made the other's chuckle and grin, the Wizard fucked Toshia with surprising vigor while his wife enjoyed Victor's hard cock. Don and the girls actually managed to wait until Toshia had her first shuddering orgasm and Victor filled Madeleine's pussy with his cum (after she had at least two orgasms of her own) before they joined in the party. That evening was a wonderful blur of sex. Toshia pinched her nipple through her dress as she thought back to the moment when she had mounted the Wizard as he lay on the floor, Victor pushed his wonderful cock into her ass, and she had taken Don into her mouth and throat. With each of her orifices truly and delightfully filled, Toshia had let the boys use her body as she rode a long series of orgasms to near oblivion.Toshia smiled to herself, as her hand slipped lower, pressing against her belly, as she thought of the easy, happy atmosphere of the Wizard's home – so comfortable after her days with the satyrs and the sisters. She thought of the strategy meeting, at which the Wizard offered them the continued use of the magic carpet as well as more clothes. It was at that meeting that Madeleine noticed that they had made an unwarranted assumption about what the Crone had told Don. They had all assumed that when she had said, "Go down into the valley and follow the river there to its source..." she meant the valley they were currently in, or at the top of. In fact, though, she might have meant only the valley of the river she was talking about. Of course, this meant that they probably had much more searching to do than they had expected, and they were now on their third day of flying along rivers looking for towers. Madeleine's observation naturally enough cast a pall on the group's mood. Seeing this reaction, Madeleine had quickly added, "Since this might take some time, and you've already been through so much, why don't you come with my husband and me?" She explained that the couple was planning a little trip to visit the Manor for the first time. Toshia found herself eagerly agreeing to take a couple of days' vacation from the quest to get home.As her hand caressed the skin of her thigh, just below the hem of her short dress, Toshia remembered how happy she had been to return to the Manor again. Making the Wizard and his wife the guests of honor, though Victor had never been to the Manor either, Toshia and the others made a point of showing them a good time. Toshia was surprised at how comfortable she was in the Manor. In spite of everything that had happened, it was actually Toshia who suggested that they split up for the first night, into girls and guys. Toshia pushed the hem of her skirt up and raised her leg as she moved her fingers up along her thigh as she thought of the fun the girls had shown Madeleine that night. It had been party night in the disco again, and Madeleine threw herself into the revelry with abandon. At some point, it became a competition to see how many men each of the women could make cum. Toshia's fingers traced lightly over her moist lips as she remembered the playful frenzy of that night. As before, things started out in the foggy pit, and all five of the women began to fuck and suck in the smoke and pulsing music. Toshia parted her lips and ran a finger up between them, spreading her juices over her eager little clit, as she remembered being on her hands and knees in the "slow dance" room pushing back on her seventeenth cock of the evening. Only a little bit in front of her Madeleine was sprawled on her back getting fucked vigorously by one guy as three others stroked their cocks over her, spraying cum all over her beautiful face and tits.Toshia was now playing with herself in earnest, her fingers stroking against her clit and occasionally pushing into her pussy. All the while, she remembered the wild, playful events in the Manor. She thought of how Don and the other guys had found her and Madeleine cuddled sleepily in the black light room covered in cum. Don had kissed her lovingly, took her in his arms, and proceeded to make love to her passionately, while the Wizard did the same with his slutty wife. Toshia shuddered a little as she thought about how she had later lived up to her promise to herself and managed to take on both the Player and Igor – a double-teaming that had left her spent and adrift in a delirious sea of ecstasy.Toshia's memories were interrupted then as Victor's big hand reached around to cup her breast and squeeze it. She sighed and rolled back a bit more to look up into his smiling face. She felt Shelonda's hand moving up along the inside of her leg and parted her thighs further to let the girl have access. Shelonda rested her head on Toshia's lower inner thigh and promptly sucked Toshia's clit into her mouth. Toshia gasped and began to work her arm around so she could get her hand on Victor's cock. Unlike the rest of the group, Victor remained naked so Toshia was easily able to take hold of his stiffening member. Victor bent down to kiss Toshia's yearning mouth. Toshia was twisted there on the flying carpet, making sure she didn't keep Shelonda from her pussy and clit, but hungrily sucking and biting at Victor's tongue as his strong hand squeezed her tit. Soon she was shaking and moaning as her first airborne orgasm swept through her body.Without letting go of Victor's thick shaft, Toshia caught her breath and managed to gently push Shelonda away from her pussy. She smiled down at the other woman's impish face, and then twisted around to face Victor, who also turned so that he was kneeling on the carpet facing Toshia. Nicole was alarmed by all of this sudden commotion, and grabbed at Victor's bicep as she took in what the others were up to. She opened her mouth to object, but immediately realized any protestation would be futile. Instead, she peered around Victor's shoulder to watch as Toshia pulled herself up into Victor's lap and got her mouth on his cock.Toshia eagerly began sucking on the thick, dark shaft, savoring the feeling of the hard, warm flesh sliding past her lips and over her tongue. She was delighted to feel Shelonda's persistent hands moving up between her legs again. Soon Toshia had two of Shelonda's fingers pushing up into her as she sucked on Victor. After only a minute or two of this, though, Toshia knew that she wanted more. She gently pulled away from Shelonda again, and clambered up so that she was straddling Victor's lap. Shelonda saw what Toshia was doing at once and quickly reached into Victor's lap to take hold of his straining cock. Holding onto his broad shoulders, Toshia lowered herself down onto the organ Shelonda aimed into her pussy. Toshia threw her head back and sighed as she felt herself wonderfully filled. She sat there, impaled, with her head back and eyes closed for a few moments, just enjoying the feeling of that cock inside her. Then she slowly began to grind and ride up and down on Victor. The big man's hands held her waist snugly, and she leaned down to kiss him. She gave herself up to the sensations her body was sending her way: the wind in her hair and on her naked arms and legs, the strong chest pressing the fabric of her dress against her breasts, the strong thighs underneath her, the mouth on her own, the tongue against hers, and most of all the thick penis sliding in and out of her grasping, wet pussy. Then she felt Shelonda's hand on her butt, squeezing and caressing it. Toshia turned to smile at the adorable young woman, who leaned in to give Toshia a quick kiss.Then Toshia watched as Shelonda turned her attention to Nicole, who obviously thought that these in-flight shenanigans were madness. Looking to the front of the carpet, Toshia saw that Don was watching her riding Victor. He smiled encouragingly and she responded by grinning back at him and increasing the tempo of her fucking. She decided that she wanted to make Victor's big cock fill her up with its cum, and then that she would have Don add his. She slid up and down on Victor's shaft, squeezing her pussy around him, and looked out to see the countryside flying by beneath them.Toshia saw that Shelonda had managed to distract Nicole enough that the two women were lying down behind Victor making out. Shelonda had her hand up under Nicole's skirt, and Nicole had one hand on one of Shelonda's perfect tits and the other squeezing Shelonda's no-less-perfect ass. Toshia heard Amy say, "Oh, now this isn't fair at all!" Don said something in response, but Toshia was preoccupied with working herself toward a second orgasm and her determination to make Victor come.She felt the thick phallus inside her swell and then Victor was shaking and shoving up into her as he pumped his thick cum into her pussy. This pushed Toshia over the edge and she threw her head back and cried out as she trembled and came, clenching and milking Victor's cock as they climaxed. When the trembling subsided and she could think again, Toshia sagged forward on Victor.Smiling, Toshia kissed Victor's forehead and turned to Don, saying, "Your turn love."Don didn't respond but kept looking ahead, in frantic conversation with Amy. Looking beyond the two of them, Toshia saw what seemed to be a walled town or something spread out on a shelf on the side of a mountain. Then, high up the mountainside by a large lake Toshia saw a pinkish tower. While she had been fucking, Don and Amy had found the tower! Then she noticed that although Don and Amy were obvious excited, they seemed more panicked than enthusiastic. Without taking the time to get off Victor's still-hard cock, Toshia called forward, "What's wrong?""We're losing altitude," Don said brusquely."Fly higher?" she offered weakly."I'm trying!" Amy said with obvious exasperation."We're going to hit the mountain!" Nicole gasped."No, we're not going to make it that far," Shelonda said. "It looks like we're going to hit that wall.""No we're not!" Amy said with more determination than confidence.Toshia had a moment to look beyond the wall in question, and saw the town she'd noticed a moment earlier consisted of several rather large buildings of multiple stories, and a bunch of smaller structures. In the center of "town" was what looked like a very large pool or fountain, and it now looked like that was where they were headed – rather too quickly, Toshia thought.They were over and past the wall then, and people in the town noticed them and there were outcries from below."Can't we just stop?" Nicole asked in a panic."I've been trying to do that!" Amy shouted.Toshia realized they were about to crash and she was still kneeling there with Victor's prick up her. She laughed and said "Damn!" at the same moment, and then they hit the water.Victor held her in his arms as they went tumbling forward and under. Toshia felt her back brushing the hard stone bottom of the pool and then Victor let go of her. She pushed away and opened her eyes, which had been closed tightly since the moment before impact. There were arms and legs everywhere in the water, all flaying about wildly. Trying to keep her wits, she pushed up from the bottom and quickly broke the surface of the water; it was only a little over chin deep. She wiped the water out of her eyes and looked around. She saw the others bob to the surface, and noticed that their few packs were floating around. Don found her and asked, "Are you all right?"She smiled at his concern and said, "Yes, I think so. Are you?""Yeah," he nodded. Then he was hugging her tightly. "It's all fun and games until your flying carpet runs out of gas, eh?"Toshia laughed and said, "Let's check on the others."They quickly found that everyone was fine, if very wet. They were scattered in a swath from the point where they had hit the water, with poor Nicole having travelled the furthest. They saw that they were in a truly humongous swimming pool, which was fortunately not too terribly crowded. No by-swimmers had been hit by the carpet or its riders. The sextet gathered up their belongings, and Victor, who had none of his own, took up the slack by hauling the sodden, heavy carpet out of the water. As they made their way to the closest side of the pool, naked people began to swim out to them with concern and curiosity. The bottom of the pool rose as they went, until they were able to wade on out. A large crowd of onlookers gathered around. Toshia, Don and the others looked back at them, trying to sort out which questions to ask first.Before anyone could make any progress, though, a tall blonde woman with cowboy boots, cowboy hat, a pleated skirt, and a light denim vest complete with a six-pointed star badge. The only thing she was missing was a six-gun at her hip. Instead she carried what seemed to be a heavy baton, which naturally enough looked a bit like sex toy to Toshia. Of course, she was pretty, though she had a stern expression on her freckled face. This fully-clothed woman fixed a coldly serious blue eye on the bedraggled newcomers, and said, "What's the meaning of this?"Don stepped forward and said, "Well, we crashed, ma'am.""Crashing into the pool is not allowed," the woman said."Is it specifically against the rules?" Don asked."As a matter of fact, it is," the woman said crossly. "The pool is to be used for swimming and sex only. I'll have to arrest you all for breaking that rule as well as reckless operation of a vehicle and careless endangerment of resort guests.""Resort?" Toshia asked, as she looked around at the large buildings she could see over the heads of the crowd. They did look a bit like hotels or casinos."Look, ma'am..." Don began."Sheriff," she asserted."Sheriff," Don smiled, "I assure you this was a terrible accident. If we come with you peacefully, will you give us a chance to explain the situation?"The Sheriff scowled at Don and the others and then nodded curtly. "Come this way. Mike, make sure they didn't leave anything in the pool. Bring anything you find to me."Mike was apparently a young woman with short, bright red hair, who nodded and promptly waded into the pool.As the curious crowd parted and then began to disperse, and the party of resort crashers followed the Sheriff, Toshia looked around more carefully. Sure enough, the poolside was lined with chaise lounges and umbrellas. Scattered about were little tent houses. Further from the pool were little bungalows and about half a dozen much larger buildings. The Sheriff led them between two of them, each with a bold sign out front. The one on the left was called "The Jungle Room", even though there must surely be many more than one room in the building. A grinning ape with a raging hard on swung from sign's "g". On the right was the "Clockwork Club", whose sign showed off gears and pistons. Not surprisingly, along the way, they passed a number of people who were busy with a variety of sexual activities. Toshia also noticed, here and there, a man or woman moving about in what seemed to be uniforms, carrying towels or beverages.The Sheriff led them to a smallish building in the shadow of the Clockwork Club. Pushing a wooden door open, she admitted them to an outer office straight out of a typical western. There was a single desk, a perfunctory wall to screen the office from the two cells in the back, a chair for the Sheriff and that was about it. After hanging her hat on a peg by the door, the constable sat on the edge of her desk, crossed her long legs in front of her, and said, "OK, let's hear your explanation."If Don was distracted by the woman's obvious physical charms, Toshia couldn't tell. He simply smiled and said, "Thank you, Sheriff. You see we were trying to reach the tower in the mountains above your ... resort.""The monastery tower?" the Sheriff asked."I don't know about the monastery," Don shrugged. "We're trying to find the Sage, and were told to look for him in a tower at the source of a river.""I believe there is a sage of some sort up there," the Sheriff nodded."Well, we were trying to get there when all of a sudden our ... vehicle just stopped working.""It 'just stopped working' right over the resort?""Well, not exactly," Amy offered. "It started losing power some distance downriver. I didn't notice at first, but then I couldn't get it to cooperate. It just kept going in the same direction, but lower and lower."The Sheriff looked at Amy carefully, and then said, "Well, you seem to be telling the truth, and nobody was hurt, so I suppose we can let this one incident pass. I'll be keeping an eye on you, though. Don't cause any more trouble or you'll end up in one of my cells.""Thank you, Sheriff," Don bowed a little."Excuse me, Sheriff," Toshia interrupted. "Can you tell us the best way to get to the tower?""There's a road up the mountain. You'll want to go out the East gate." When it became clear that they had no idea where the East gate might be, the Sheriff stepped back outside, pointed them in the right direction and gave a few basic instructions.As they continued on their soggy way, Victor made the slightly surprising announcement that the carpet was already dry, and proceeded to roll it up for easier carrying."What do you think happened?" Nicole asked."I have no idea," Amy shrugged."I do," Don said. "Remember that candle the first day we were here, Toshia? The one that went out in the secret passage?""Yeah," she nodded."And the Wizard said his power was centered on his house, or something like that. I think we finally flew the carpet too far from the Wizard, or his house, so it ran out of mojo.""Why didn't we just crash, then?" Toshia asked."What?" Nicole gasped.Don shrugged, and said, "I really don't know. Maybe it's just the kind of thing that fades out, like sound or light; it's not like you hear someone in the distance until you go one step too far – they fade out. And maybe the thing that uses up the most power is steering, then altitude and finally forward motion. I don't know; I'm just guessing here, but it does seem to make some kind of sense."Toshia and the others puzzled this over, but only for a short time, because they now came to the high wall that surrounded the resort and the very large metal gate that was set into the wall. They could look through the heavy bars and see the rocky terrain and a path outside the resort. In the center of the gate was a large impassive metallic face; it was quite out of character with the rest of the resort as they had seen it.Don stepped forward to look for a handle. Finding none, he took hold of one of the vertical bars and tugged, and then pushed. The gate didn't budge."Excuse me," said a deep voice. "Do you always walk up to people and grab them without so much as a 'good afternoon'?"They all looked around in confusion, until Shelonda pointed up at the face on the gate. It was now obviously looking at them with a deep frown."Oh, uh," Don stammered. Toshia chuckled. Even after everything they'd been through Don kept expecting things to be more mundane than they were here."We're terribly sorry," Toshia said to the metal face. "We're not from around here.""Yes, I know," said the face with an exasperated expression. "You're the folks who crashed into the pool.""Ah, you heard about that?" Toshia smiled."Heard about it? No. I experienced it.""Hello," Don blurted. "How's that?""I experience things like that," the face explained with apparent strained patience. "Things that happen to the resort happen to me.""Fascinating," Don mused."Well, we're terribly sorry about crashing into the pool... or into you, if that's more accurate," Toshia pressed. "We were just going to continue on our way up the mountain path through there, er, you.""But you just got here," the face frowned."Well yes, but we weren't trying to get here, but to the tower," Toshia explained.

AROUND 6 A.M. on the morning of Sept. 9, 1942, Forest Service lookout Howard Gardner heard the sound of an approaching airplane. Peering out into the South Coast pre-dawn gloaming light, Gardner made out a small seaplane, heading toward him, flying low, circling. Showtime! This was what Gardner was here for, bundled up in the little Forest Service firewatch lookout shack atop Mt. Emily. Nine months into the Second World War, Gardner's duties had expanded a bit from what they had been a year before. Now he was looking not only for smoke from forest fires, but for enemy airplanes. And right then, that's exactly what he was looking at. (Brookings, Curry County; 1940s) (For text and pictures, see https://offbeatoregon.com/2402a-0907b.glovebox-bomb-031.634.html)

Post-Dispatch podcasts page: https://go.stltoday.com/0hfn43 Please consider subscribing: https://go.stltoday.com/9aigz5 If we can all agree that teams in the National League Central cycle in and then out of a window contention, then let's begin the discussion there as a brand new Best Podcast in Baseball does with a look at all five division rivals and where they are in their timeline to contend. Longtime Cincinnati baseball writer and Reds beat writer C. Trent Rosecrans, who is now with The Athletic and The New York Times, joins Post-Dispatch baseball writer Derrick Goold during a rain delay at Great American Ball Park to look out the windows and see what teams are in a downcycle from contending, what team is square in an urgent window to do so, and where the Reds and Cardinals fit on the spectrum. The comparison between the Reds and Cardinals gets some added gravity when considering how the Reds have a young nucleus of players -- and arguably the most-talented position player (Elly De La Cruz) and most-talented starter (Hunter Greene) in the division -- and yet they're not considered a favorite, some pundits don't see them as a contender, and it's not the first itme they've had a core built to contend that doesn't. That's a lesson for the Cardinals who want to build a core as well and expect to contend -- but there's no guarantee. An X-factor for the Reds is manager Terry Francona, who came out of retirement to lead the Cincinnati youth and possible galvanize them for a division run they've not been able to make due to inconsistency. Francona's arrival in the NL Central comes 14 years after the Cardinals interviewd him for their manager vacancy. Rosecrans and Goold, two writers who covered the late Walt Jocketty when he was leading the Reds or Cardinals front office, respectively, also discuss the popular baseball exec's impact on both franchises and especially what he brought back to Cincinnati that the Reds are out to restore even today. Star Wars Day is also discussed. The Best Podcast in Baseball, sponsored by Closets by Design of St. Louis, is a production of the St. Louis Post-Dispatch, StlToday.com, and Derrick Goold. In its 13th season, BPIB can be found wherever you get your podcasts. It is likely in need of a new theme song after all these years.

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Letty has a BDSM kink.By LiminallySpaced. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.Chapter 29: Gina led us through the warehouse, down a dark corridor I had never been down, to a door that read "Emergency Only." Pushing the door open, we walked into a dimly-lit room filled with boxes stacked high. I followed the two women down around the corner of the box maze, and was presented with a shock: before me was a queen sized bed nicely made, as well as a nearby-positioned, big, comfy chair and a similarly laid out chez lounge."What the fuck?" I whispered.Gina stopped just before the bed and turned to Letty, who was in the process of removing the last of her clothes.Flat, tight stomach, perky breasts, round, supple ass, long, toned legs. Letty's body was immaculate. She stood before me fully nude, save for her stiletto boots, and the collar and leash around her neck."Tell him," Gina said, giving the leash a very slight yank.Letty turned toward me."Please make yourself comfortable, Tim, and enjoy what follows however you'd like. When you feel so inclined, know that my body is yours to use freely, in whatever manner you want."Instinctively I began to respond with a "Yes, Mistress," but Gina stopped me before I could finish the word."No. There'll be no more of that. Not tonight.My cock lurched inside my pants. I smiled.A jerk of the leash sent Letty's attention back to Gina, who was reclining into the thicket of pillows on the bed. Her breasts were shiny from the remnants of my cum and Letty's saliva. Her panties were gone, and her legs butterflied open. Her cunt was wet and waiting.Letty joined her."Please me with your mouth, slut," she said with relish, and gave the leash a yank. Letty fell forward face first between her legs. I saw Gina's expression soften, a smirk pulling at her lips as Letty began to lick her cunt.I settled myself into the big comfy chair nearby and began to watch.Gina's eyes drifted closed. She squeezed her breasts, teasing her nipples as Letty began to feast on her.I couldn't take my eyes off her tits, off the way she pinched the nipples, how she pushed them together and moaned in delight.Despite having just launched a sizable load onto Gina's face, I felt my cock stir; god bless 18 year old constitution.I became mesmerized by the two women, my co-worker and our boss, and I mindlessly began rubbing my thickening cock through my pants. I couldn't help but think back to the night I watched Tara and Sarah make love. But this wasn't making love; this was fucking."Show Tim your cunt, slut," she moaned at our boss, "show him how wet it makes you to eat me."Without removing her mouth from Gina's lips, Letty repositioned, sending her tight, perfect ass straight up into the air. I could see plain as day already that her lips were swollen and wide, slick with arousal. I didn't even need her to reach her hand down and spread them with her fingers the way she did.I rubbed my cock more forcefully. My full hardness returned.Gina caught me staring and smiled through her pleasure."Make me cum, slut," Gina moaned between quickening breaths, "make me cum right now or you'll be punished!"Letty's fingers left her wetness, and I saw them dip back to join her mouth between Gina's legs. From the way Gina gasped, I could tell those fingers went directly into her cunt."Yes, yes,” Gina began to moan. She wrapped her fist around Letty's leash, gripping the back of Letty's head. Her hips rocked and thrust against Letty's face, mouth agape, her breath almost imperceptible. Her free hand shot up and grabbed on to the iron headboard behind her, her eyes closed, lost in the sensation of Letty's licking tongue and penetrating fingers. Her body started to vibrate and shake.My mouth was dry and my cock was hard.Gina had been silent, focused on the mounting pleasure, and then her quiet breath turned suddenly to deep, sucking gasps, and with a loud, sharp ejaculation of sound from her mouth, Gina began to cum.In all my experiences so far, my favorite thing ever was to see a beautiful woman lost in orgasm, and Gina was no exception. Chin tucked deep into her bulging breasts, she held Letty's face tight to her cunt, rolling her hips hard into a slurping tongue and thrusting fingers. I could hear how wet she was.But more than just the eroticism of Gina's orgasm, seeing my dominant boss Letty, my Mistress, get turned into a subservient slut was conflicting, yet extremely intoxicating. Watching Gina's body explode and writhe as she used Letty's face for her own pleasure, I immediately got envious. I wanted to be a part of it.I stood up, almost instinctively, just as Gina's orgasm subsided. A satisfied smirk on her face, Gina pulled Letty's face off her cunt by her hair. Letty's face was shimmering with Gina's cum, her breath heavy."What do you say, slut?" Gina asked."Thank you, Madam." Letty gasped.Gina looked over at me, standing at the foot of the bed, dumbfounded, not sure what my next move should be, and made the decision for me by tossing Letty's leash in my direction.I picked it up, felt it in my hand. I followed its length up to the woman on the other end of it.Letty sat back on her heels, her posture straight and tall, waiting. Her tits were perfect, her nipples hard as diamonds, Gina's cum streaking down her chin and neck. Her icy blue eyes stared directly at me as they had many times before, but now there was something different behind them: desire.I thought about everything Letty had put me through this summer, at work or after work. I wrapped the lead in my hand."On your knees on the floor, slut."Letty let out a breath as though she had been holding it. There was a twinkle behind her eyes, and then she offered back a breathy "Yes, sir" and slipped down to the floor in front of me.I looked down at her. Her eyes pierced through me with anticipation. My cock pushed lewdly against the fabric of my pants."Take my cock out, and suck it."That chill of excitement ran through her again. Her hands made quick work of my pants, and soon my hard cock was free to the night air once more. She grasped my thick length in her delicate fingers and stared at the big, flared head. She looked up at me; she wanted me to say it again, I could tell."Suck my cock," I obliged.Letty let out another breathy, sexy, "Yes, Sir," and then her lips, lips that I had only known to be tight and pursed, opened up, wetted by a quick flash of her tongue, and closed around the head of my dick.I moaned. Letty leaned forward, more of my cock pushing into her mouth. She pulled back to the tip, regrouped, and went down my shaft again.My boss was on her knees, sucking my cock.Letty's head began to bob and find a rhythm. My body was overwhelmed with the sensations, maybe more so with the situation, but something wasn't right. Letty was giving me perfectly good head, that tight purse of her lips normally reserved for disapproval now forming a deliciously tight ring around my cock, but I think that was the problem. It was too efficient.On her next slip to the tip I pulled my cock away from her. She looked up at me confused."No," I said, watching my boss daintily wipe the edge of her mouth, "I want you to suck my cock like you mean it. I want it wet. I want it, messy.""Yes, Sir," she responded dutifully. Before she could resume, however, something came over me. I had never had this much unbridled sexual power before. It was exhilarating. I began to give in to the game."Open your mouth, slut," I said, tentatively adopting the degrading language Gina had used, giving my cock a couple languid pumps.Letty did as she was told.I grabbed her by the back of the head and pulled her toward me, forcefully guiding my cock back into her mouth."Now suck it."I held on to Letty's head and began to thrust. I saw that chill of excitement pass through her body again. This time her lips were looser, juicier. Slurping sounds began to slip from her lips on each outward thrust along with moans and squeaks.I looked over at Gina. She was lounging on the bed, idly playing with her nipple, a broad smile on her face.My boss' mouth felt so good. This clearly wasn't the first cock Letty had sucked. It probably wasn't the first time someone had fucked her face. She slurped and slobbered on me like I was her last meal. I thrust faster. Spit and drool started to slip from Letty's mouth, sliding down my cock and dripping to the floor. Her moans increased. Her body started to fidget and squirm."You like it when I fuck your face?" I grunted through gritted teeth."Um Hmm" she moaned on my cock."Huh?" I barked, wanting more."Umm hmm!" she moaned loudly"I think that little slut is gonna cum, Tim," Gina called from the bed"Is that true? Huh? Are you gonna cum from me fucking your face?""Um Hmm!" Letty squealed.I gripped her hair tightly and pulled her backward off my cock mid suck, loose spit slapping down between her tits with a splat."Not yet you're not," I said with an authority I didn't know I possessed, "not fucking yet. Not until I say you can. You hear me?""Yes, Sir," Letty gasped, her face a spit-covered mess. As she said the words, her mouth hung open, and I swear I saw the corners of her lips arc up into a smile."Get on the fucking bed, slut," I barked, this time much more confidently. In retrospect it's amazing how quickly I fell down the dominance rabbit hole. Letty had oppressed me for so long, I felt my agency exploding out of me.Letty shakily got to her feet and stumbled toward the bed, dazed from her face fucking. Gina made some room, watching intently, tickled with my assertiveness. I followed close behind, shedding the last of my clothes."Face down, ass up. Show me how wet you are."Letty did as she was told, her face in the sheets, arching her tight ass up into the air. I walked up close behind her and admired what she presented to me. I ran my hand over her flared backside, feeling her smooth skin. My hand came down hard on one pale cheek with a loud crack.Letty gasped.I brought my hand down on the other cheek, and an equally loud smack echoed off the contact."You like that?" I growled, but Letty only gasped and moaned with each swat of my hand."Oh she likes it alright," Gina said, smiling, "trust me."I looked over at her, relaxing, gently running hands over her own silky skin. She looked delicious. I angled toward her, but she stopped me before I could make any movement."Ah-ah-ah," she said with a finger wag, "not tonight. Tonight isn't about you and me, it's about you and her." Gina got up off the bed, and glided over behind me, bringing her lips right up to my ear. "Look at that tight cunt. Touch it Tim, feel how wet she is."I reached out toward Letty's steaming center. From the way her lips were flushed and wide, and the glisten that covered them, I didn't need to touch her to know. But still, I reached out and ran the tips of my fingers through."Oh my God," I whispered."See?" Gina dripped into my ear, her hands stroking the sides of my body. "Wetter than you've ever felt her, isn't she?""Yes," I croaked. I could feel her thick tits pressing into my back."That's why we needed to take the edge off you in the other room," she said. Her hands rolled over my hips. I felt her grasp my hard, straining cock. "So you'd be ready to give that tight, controlling cunt exactly what it deserves." She began to pump me. I groaned. "So what do you say Tim? Are you ready?"A shiver ran through my body.My cock was like iron, still slick with Letty's saliva. Her cunt was in front of me, wet, waiting, wanting. I was ready. Ready to unleash a summer's worth of frustration on her.Almost in a trance, I broke free from Gina's siren song and climbed up on the mattress. I gripped Letty's hips with both hands. I thought I heard her whisper a faint "yes." Her breath was increasing. Little moans and coos were escaping in anticipation as I got into position. Gripping my cock in one hand and her ass in the other, I lined up my screaming tip with her boiling opening.

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Peering behind the curtain of modern automotive manufacturing reveals a complex web of global dependencies that few consumers ever consider. Our deep dive into recent recalls uncovers how Tesla's futuristic Cybertruck faces very traditional manufacturing challenges, with nearly all 46,096 produced in the first 15 months being recalled for detaching exterior panels. This highlights the industry's increasing reliance on adhesives rather than mechanical fastening—a practice that proves problematic when vehicles bake in scorching parking lots.The revelation that Ford produces hundreds of thousands of F-Series Super Duty pickups on American soil while sourcing every single engine from Canada or Mexico exposes the vulnerability of cross-border manufacturing arrangements. With potential tariffs looming, Ford faces a potential crisis costing up to $75,000 in duties per truckload of engines. This situation illustrates how interconnected North American manufacturing has become and the cascading effects that policy changes could trigger.Our weekly Hemmings used car auction segment reveals fascinating insights into the collector market. A 1967 Ford Mustang restomod selling for $18,900 might seem reasonable, but the $38,325 commanded by a stock 1957 Chevrolet Bel Air demonstrates the enduring appeal of untouched American classics. Meanwhile, the presidential limousine known as "The Beast" is getting an upgrade, with the Secret Service conferring with GM on the next generation of this rolling fortress.From industry partnerships between unlikely allies like Hyundai and General Motors to the struggles of Stellantis offering buyouts worth up to $72,000 to hourly workers, we track the evolving landscape of automotive manufacturing. Whether you're a collector eyeing your next purchase, an industry insider concerned about supply chain resilience, or simply a curious car enthusiast, this episode offers valuable perspective on the forces shaping tomorrow's vehicles and the Be sure to subscribe for more In Wheel Time Car Talk!The Lupe' Tortilla RestaurantsLupe Tortilla in Katy, Texas Gulf Coast Auto ShieldPaint protection, tint, and more!ProAm Auto AccessoriesProAm Auto Accessories: "THE" place to go to find exclusive and hard to find parts and accessories!Disclaimer: This post contains affiliate links. If you make a purchase, I may receive a commission at no extra cost to you.---- ----- Want more In Wheel Time car talk any time? In Wheel Time is now available on Audacy! Just go to Audacy.com/InWheelTime where ever you are.----- -----Be sure to subscribe on your favorite podcast provider for the next episode of In Wheel Time Podcast and check out our live multiplatform broadcast every Saturday, 10a - 12noonCT simulcasting on Audacy, YouTube, Facebook, Twitter, Twitch and InWheelTime.com.In Wheel Time Podcast can be heard on you mobile device from providers such as:Apple Podcasts, Amazon Music Podcast, Spotify, SiriusXM Podcast, iHeartRadio podcast, TuneIn + Alexa, Podcast Addict, Castro, Castbox, YouTube Podcast and more on your mobile device.Follow InWheelTime.com for the latest updates!Twitter: https://twitter.com/InWheelTimeInstagram: https://www.instagram.com/inwheeltime/https://www.youtube.com/inwheeltimehttps://www.Facebook.com/InWheelTimeFor more information about In Wheel Time Car Talk, email us at info@inwheeltime.comTags: In Wheel Time, automotive car talk show, car talk, Live car talk show, In Wheel Time Car Talk

She's ready for player two.Based on the post of MsCherylTerra, in 3 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at My First Time.Player one is me, Ramona Roth. I'm nineteen, blue hair, pierce eyebrow, former president of the student council, virgin.War is hell, they say, but I say they're wrong.Hell is insanity, and insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results.Hell is false hopes and flagrant disappointment.Hell is knowing that the squabbling of Ilyra, the princess from the far-off planet of Nianus, and Jostok, the snarky-but-pleasantly-ripped humanoid alien soldier from Quighnan, would attract the attention of Izzon's monstrous space beast.It's knowing that the beast would destroy the vent your plucky band of misfits was crawling through.It's knowing that you'd all tumble into the cavernous belly of the spaceship with only the last-second triggering of a force-field from your omni-cuff to prevent you from turning into gizzard soup on the space-grey floor.I watched Jostok realize that the force field hadn't prevented the princess from being crushed beneath the weight of the metal that tumbled from above. I watched him separate her from the tangled pile of bodies and bionic limbs, cradling her barely conscious form against one beefy, armor-clad bicep.I watched her brilliant violet eyes flutter open, and saw the little half-smile on her face as he called her by her name, and heard the weakness in her voice as she reminded him that it was Princess Ilyra to him. I heard Jostok chuckle wetly and assure her she was going to make it.After all, she was the princess. This was not how princesses died.Which was true, because she didn't die like that.Izzon's beast hurled itself to the ground in front of us, its weight making the spaceship itself shudder violently. A beam of light shot forth from its gaping maw, wrenching Ilyra from Jostok's arms. He reached for her, but before his bionic arm was even fully extended, the beast had pulled her into the air, clutched her between its massive claws, and snapped her in half like she was a fucking Kit Kat bar.So, she died like that instead.There was a beat; a pause as horror dawned across the party. A splash of blood splattered on the floor followed by the delicate circlet Ilyra always wore."No," breathed Jostok.A metallic cackle from above filled the room."So much for your princess," Izzon said as he descended on a floating platform.He landed just in front of the beast. Two long strides brought him to the circlet, and he plucked it from the pool of blood before making a mockery of Ilyra's memory and placing the fragile band of metal on his horned forehead."You killed her," Jostok said, his voice wavering."Well, duh," Izzon said, chuckling. "What, you think this is your fairytale or something, Quighnan? You kill the horrible, evil, sad little man who was just trying to get back what was rightfully his? You think you save the world, you get the girl, you get the glory?"His smile faded, and he straightened the circlet before reaching for his omni-cuff."Well, Quighnan, I have news for you. You failed. The world is mine, the girl is dead, and you; ""Shut up, you piece of Cul excrement!" Jostok roared."Or what?" Izzon taunted."Or this," I muttered.Surprise flashed across Izzon's face as Jostok smashed his omni-cuff, using the last of its power to create his trademark rocket launcher. Hefting it over his shoulder, he screamed as he fired it. Izzon's beast stepped forward, snatching its master from the ground seconds before the ball of certain death hit him, and it was time for me to take over.The battle was hell. It was a place I'd been a million times before, and I let the world around me fade as I focused on Izzon and Izzon alone. His beast didn't like that, of course, but the beast wasn't my concern. There were others to fight the beast; only I could fight Izzon.Sweat beaded on my forehead and dryness scratched at my eyes. I refused to look away, refused to be distracted for even a millisecond from my task. Izzon darted around the battlefield, firing laser after laser in my direction, but I knew how to dodge them. I knew how to use them against him; I knew how to lure the beast to just the right spot for Izzon to maim it himself.And I knew what would happen next.The world shook, a rumbling that vibrated through my bones. Izzon's platform shot up, and I tracked it, ignoring the shouts and cries of the battle raging around me. High above, I saw the flash of light, and I hurled myself out of the way moments before a ball of plasma crashed down and punched a hole through the entire ship.A rush of air sucked through the floor, and I clung to the strategically placed pole for dear life, still refusing to take my eyes off Izzon's platform. I waited, watched, my heart racing as he descended, and descended, and;"Now," I said through clenched teeth, and I jumped.Wind and suction twirled around me as I fought against the force with everything in me. It was a Hail Mary, a last-ditch effort, a moment of pure insanity as I mashed at the omni-cuff wildly. I mashed, and mashed, and mashed, and;I made it.I got to the platform."Oh my fuck," I breathed. "Oh fuck, oh frak, oh; fruck."I finally did it.Izzon stood before me, his wretched face twisted in anger. I pointed my weapon at him, just as I dreamed I would a thousand times before, and without so much as a second thought, I began to fire. One shot hit and his body jostled; another and red splattered around me; one more and;And all went dark.Sudden silence replaced the sounds of battle as blackness overtook me. For half a moment, I thought I had died, like for-real died. Then, my eyes adjusted, and across from me I saw the form of a woman with pale skin, wide eyes, and bright blue hair in the depths of a black mirror."No," I whispered.The woman mimicked me."No," I said again, a low groan as realization dawned on me.The woman's face crumpled. A bolt of lightning flashed through the basement window, and as thunder roared, I screamed."You've got to be frucking kidding me!" I shrieked, and I'm not at all ashamed to admit that I burst into tears."Ramona!" my mom shouted distantly.I ignored her cry; tears were streaming down my cheeks as frantic footsteps thudded on the stairs. Despondently, I slid off the couch and crumpled to the floor, clutching my controller to my chest as I sobbed."Ramona!" Mom gasped again, the faint glow of her cell phone flashlight spilling across the basement. "Are you hurt? Ramona, talk to me, w-what happened, are you; ""The power," I whimpered as she reached me and hesitantly touched my shoulder. "The power went out, and I was so close.""Close to; what?""Beating Izzon," I sniffed.Silent tension filled the basement."In a game," she said flatly."Well, yeah, but; ""You screamed bloody murder in the middle of a huge thunderstorm because the power went out during a game."It was no use trying to explain to her that I'd been stuck on the boss fight in The Circlet of Nianus for days. I stared sullenly across the basement at the darkened TV as Mom launched into another one of her ranting lectures that had become routine since I'd returned home for the summer after my first year of university."This is not proper behavior for a nineteen-year-old woman," she said, probably. I would've had to have been listening to know for sure, which I wasn't, but all her lectures were pretty much the same. "Christ, Ramona, it's like I don't even know who you are anymore. What happened to the sweet girl who left for university last August?"Then, if that lecture was anything like the other ones; which it likely was, but I still wasn't listening; she would have started tearing up."I don't know what I did to deserve you acting like this,   Ramona," she probably said in a watery voice. "What happened to my goody-two-shoes straight-laced brown-noser who would never dream of putting a toe out of line and who I, as the head of the Minwack Falls Homeowners Association, could truly be proud of since she was as cookie-cutter and put-together as the yards and fences I work so hard to keep in line at all times?"Well, she probably didn't say that last part. At least, not out loud. But the implication was there. When I tuned back in to the conversation, she was shaking her head as she looked dramatically in the other direction."Honestly,   Ramona, maybe we made a mistake," she was saying, for real that time. "Sending you to that school; I worried that you weren't ready and now; ""I was perfectly ready to go to university," I said dully. "And I'm an adult, so you didn't send me anywhere. I chose to go. And my name is Ramona.""Adults don't throw tantrums because of a silly game.""It's not silly," I said through gritted teeth. "This is what I want to do with my life.""Play games.""Make games.""Hmm," she said. "Be that as it may, I highly doubt you'll find a summer job making games. I charged the laptop battery up earlier today, so if the power stays out, we can still work on your resume tonight."I sighed. "I have a resume. I already asked if they were hiring at The Sword and Dice and they said they'd get back to me.""I doubt the comic book store is hiring," she said, unimpressed, before she started towards the stairs. "I'm surprised Jordan Cooper's managed to keep it open as long as he has. I'll go down to The Enchanted Florist tomorrow and speak with Owen. That girl he has working there was incredibly rude to me the other day and refused to call him so I could make a complaint about her.""Okay, Karen," I muttered under my breath.Mom turned. "What was that?""Nothing."She clearly didn't believe me and shot a very Karen-esque look in my direction. "Well, if he's willing to hire her, I bet he's one of the few people in town who would be willing to overlook your new; style and possibly offer you a job."And there it was; yet another dig at my hair, and my new eyebrow piercing, and the fact that I wasn't dressed like her President of the Student Council Princess anymore.I wish I could say it had been a gradual transformation, that I hadn't been the stereotypical example of the good-girl going wild as soon as she was on her own for the first time. However, years of living with Liz Roth, head of the Minwack Falls Homeowners Association, vice-president of the Minwack Falls High School Parent-Teacher Association, and volunteer board member for the Minwack Falls Good Neighbor Society, had instilled an almost-detrimental instinct to be honest in me.I was absolutely the model of a rebellious girl experiencing life away from an overbearing mother and semi-absent father.I'd left for university as a geeky girl with suitcases full of modest blouses and nice-but-not-too-tight jeans. At the end of the semester, I returned home with suitcases full of pop culture t-shirts, dark jeans that were ripped in all the right places, and Chuck Taylors that I'd kept on my feet day in and day out so I could get that worn-in look as fast as possible. I was still geeky and still a girl, but now that girl had bright blue hair, an eyebrow ring, and an exasperatedly cynical attitude.I loved who I had become. I loved being Ramona, the girl with wild hair and full of laughter. I loved geeking out with my friends over video games and sci-fi movies and superheroes. I loved being able to show people that girl instead of the girl I had to be under my mother's roof.Back home, though, that girl wasn't welcome. That girl was an embarrassment to the head of the H O A. Worse, I was in for another three full months of putting up with my mom's pressure to dye my hair back to a respectable color and stop wearing studded belts and ripped jeans."Teach you that your choices have consequences," Mom was saying, and I'd been so distracted I hadn't even bothered imagining what she might have said. "If The Enchanted Florist won't hire you, you'll need to get your hair fixed.""My hair isn't broken.""I'm not letting you sit down here playing video games all summer. You need to get a job.""Trust me, I'd like nothing more," I said. "I could use the break."Before Mom could respond; and trust me, her inner Karen was desperate to give me a piece of its mind; we were interrupted by the sound of the door opening above us. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly."Your father's home," she said unnecessarily. "Finish tidying up here and come set the table."I waited until she had started back up the basement stairs to let out the breath I'd been holding, leaning miserably against the couch as the darkness enveloped me again.It was going to be a long frucking summer.Summer Expectations.I was saved from having to work on my resume with my mom peering over my shoulder by her innate need to be involved in every disaster.Dinner was blissfully quiet. Dad didn't say much, as per usual, and Mom's constant chatter manifested as mumbled frustrations while she scrolled through the town Facebook page on her phone, the mushy broccoli and dry chicken on her plate abandoned as she took control of the situation via social media.As quickly as I could, I shoveled bite after bite of mediocre, overcooked blandness into my mouth. Like most of my classmates in first year, I'd gained the ubiquitous Freshman Fifteen, but I hadn't minded in the slightest. I'd been relatively thin most of my life, and putting on some weight had finally made me look less like a twelve-year-old boy and more like an actual, honest-to-God woman.Unfortunately, a full summer of my mom's cooking meant that I'd probably slim down to nothingness again unless I started stopping by the Hokey Pokey Ice Cream Parlor twice a day. Which wasn't a terrible idea, actually; their ice cream was all homemade and it was phenomenal.Except that would take money, and while I was rich in Rupees and Bells and Caps, the owners of the Hokey Pokey only accepted boring old dollars.

She's ready for player two.Based on the post of MsCherylTerra, in 3 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at My First Time.Player one is me, Ramona Roth. I'm nineteen, blue hair, pierce eyebrow, former president of the student council, virgin.War is hell, they say, but I say they're wrong.Hell is insanity, and insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results.Hell is false hopes and flagrant disappointment.Hell is knowing that the squabbling of Ilyra, the princess from the far-off planet of Nianus, and Jostok, the snarky-but-pleasantly-ripped humanoid alien soldier from Quighnan, would attract the attention of Izzon's monstrous space beast.It's knowing that the beast would destroy the vent your plucky band of misfits was crawling through.It's knowing that you'd all tumble into the cavernous belly of the spaceship with only the last-second triggering of a force-field from your omni-cuff to prevent you from turning into gizzard soup on the space-grey floor.I watched Jostok realize that the force field hadn't prevented the princess from being crushed beneath the weight of the metal that tumbled from above. I watched him separate her from the tangled pile of bodies and bionic limbs, cradling her barely conscious form against one beefy, armor-clad bicep.I watched her brilliant violet eyes flutter open, and saw the little half-smile on her face as he called her by her name, and heard the weakness in her voice as she reminded him that it was Princess Ilyra to him. I heard Jostok chuckle wetly and assure her she was going to make it.After all, she was the princess. This was not how princesses died.Which was true, because she didn't die like that.Izzon's beast hurled itself to the ground in front of us, its weight making the spaceship itself shudder violently. A beam of light shot forth from its gaping maw, wrenching Ilyra from Jostok's arms. He reached for her, but before his bionic arm was even fully extended, the beast had pulled her into the air, clutched her between its massive claws, and snapped her in half like she was a fucking Kit Kat bar.So, she died like that instead.There was a beat; a pause as horror dawned across the party. A splash of blood splattered on the floor followed by the delicate circlet Ilyra always wore."No," breathed Jostok.A metallic cackle from above filled the room."So much for your princess," Izzon said as he descended on a floating platform.He landed just in front of the beast. Two long strides brought him to the circlet, and he plucked it from the pool of blood before making a mockery of Ilyra's memory and placing the fragile band of metal on his horned forehead."You killed her," Jostok said, his voice wavering."Well, duh," Izzon said, chuckling. "What, you think this is your fairytale or something, Quighnan? You kill the horrible, evil, sad little man who was just trying to get back what was rightfully his? You think you save the world, you get the girl, you get the glory?"His smile faded, and he straightened the circlet before reaching for his omni-cuff."Well, Quighnan, I have news for you. You failed. The world is mine, the girl is dead, and you; ""Shut up, you piece of Cul excrement!" Jostok roared."Or what?" Izzon taunted."Or this," I muttered.Surprise flashed across Izzon's face as Jostok smashed his omni-cuff, using the last of its power to create his trademark rocket launcher. Hefting it over his shoulder, he screamed as he fired it. Izzon's beast stepped forward, snatching its master from the ground seconds before the ball of certain death hit him, and it was time for me to take over.The battle was hell. It was a place I'd been a million times before, and I let the world around me fade as I focused on Izzon and Izzon alone. His beast didn't like that, of course, but the beast wasn't my concern. There were others to fight the beast; only I could fight Izzon.Sweat beaded on my forehead and dryness scratched at my eyes. I refused to look away, refused to be distracted for even a millisecond from my task. Izzon darted around the battlefield, firing laser after laser in my direction, but I knew how to dodge them. I knew how to use them against him; I knew how to lure the beast to just the right spot for Izzon to maim it himself.And I knew what would happen next.The world shook, a rumbling that vibrated through my bones. Izzon's platform shot up, and I tracked it, ignoring the shouts and cries of the battle raging around me. High above, I saw the flash of light, and I hurled myself out of the way moments before a ball of plasma crashed down and punched a hole through the entire ship.A rush of air sucked through the floor, and I clung to the strategically placed pole for dear life, still refusing to take my eyes off Izzon's platform. I waited, watched, my heart racing as he descended, and descended, and;"Now," I said through clenched teeth, and I jumped.Wind and suction twirled around me as I fought against the force with everything in me. It was a Hail Mary, a last-ditch effort, a moment of pure insanity as I mashed at the omni-cuff wildly. I mashed, and mashed, and mashed, and;I made it.I got to the platform."Oh my fuck," I breathed. "Oh fuck, oh frak, oh; fruck."I finally did it.Izzon stood before me, his wretched face twisted in anger. I pointed my weapon at him, just as I dreamed I would a thousand times before, and without so much as a second thought, I began to fire. One shot hit and his body jostled; another and red splattered around me; one more and;And all went dark.Sudden silence replaced the sounds of battle as blackness overtook me. For half a moment, I thought I had died, like for-real died. Then, my eyes adjusted, and across from me I saw the form of a woman with pale skin, wide eyes, and bright blue hair in the depths of a black mirror."No," I whispered.The woman mimicked me."No," I said again, a low groan as realization dawned on me.The woman's face crumpled. A bolt of lightning flashed through the basement window, and as thunder roared, I screamed."You've got to be frucking kidding me!" I shrieked, and I'm not at all ashamed to admit that I burst into tears."Ramona!" my mom shouted distantly.I ignored her cry; tears were streaming down my cheeks as frantic footsteps thudded on the stairs. Despondently, I slid off the couch and crumpled to the floor, clutching my controller to my chest as I sobbed."Ramona!" Mom gasped again, the faint glow of her cell phone flashlight spilling across the basement. "Are you hurt? Ramona, talk to me, w-what happened, are you; ""The power," I whimpered as she reached me and hesitantly touched my shoulder. "The power went out, and I was so close.""Close to; what?""Beating Izzon," I sniffed.Silent tension filled the basement."In a game," she said flatly."Well, yeah, but; ""You screamed bloody murder in the middle of a huge thunderstorm because the power went out during a game."It was no use trying to explain to her that I'd been stuck on the boss fight in The Circlet of Nianus for days. I stared sullenly across the basement at the darkened TV as Mom launched into another one of her ranting lectures that had become routine since I'd returned home for the summer after my first year of university."This is not proper behavior for a nineteen-year-old woman," she said, probably. I would've had to have been listening to know for sure, which I wasn't, but all her lectures were pretty much the same. "Christ, Ramona, it's like I don't even know who you are anymore. What happened to the sweet girl who left for university last August?"Then, if that lecture was anything like the other ones; which it likely was, but I still wasn't listening; she would have started tearing up."I don't know what I did to deserve you acting like this,   Ramona," she probably said in a watery voice. "What happened to my goody-two-shoes straight-laced brown-noser who would never dream of putting a toe out of line and who I, as the head of the Minwack Falls Homeowners Association, could truly be proud of since she was as cookie-cutter and put-together as the yards and fences I work so hard to keep in line at all times?"Well, she probably didn't say that last part. At least, not out loud. But the implication was there. When I tuned back in to the conversation, she was shaking her head as she looked dramatically in the other direction."Honestly,   Ramona, maybe we made a mistake," she was saying, for real that time. "Sending you to that school; I worried that you weren't ready and now; ""I was perfectly ready to go to university," I said dully. "And I'm an adult, so you didn't send me anywhere. I chose to go. And my name is Ramona.""Adults don't throw tantrums because of a silly game.""It's not silly," I said through gritted teeth. "This is what I want to do with my life.""Play games.""Make games.""Hmm," she said. "Be that as it may, I highly doubt you'll find a summer job making games. I charged the laptop battery up earlier today, so if the power stays out, we can still work on your resume tonight."I sighed. "I have a resume. I already asked if they were hiring at The Sword and Dice and they said they'd get back to me.""I doubt the comic book store is hiring," she said, unimpressed, before she started towards the stairs. "I'm surprised Jordan Cooper's managed to keep it open as long as he has. I'll go down to The Enchanted Florist tomorrow and speak with Owen. That girl he has working there was incredibly rude to me the other day and refused to call him so I could make a complaint about her.""Okay, Karen," I muttered under my breath.Mom turned. "What was that?""Nothing."She clearly didn't believe me and shot a very Karen-esque look in my direction. "Well, if he's willing to hire her, I bet he's one of the few people in town who would be willing to overlook your new; style and possibly offer you a job."And there it was; yet another dig at my hair, and my new eyebrow piercing, and the fact that I wasn't dressed like her President of the Student Council Princess anymore.I wish I could say it had been a gradual transformation, that I hadn't been the stereotypical example of the good-girl going wild as soon as she was on her own for the first time. However, years of living with Liz Roth, head of the Minwack Falls Homeowners Association, vice-president of the Minwack Falls High School Parent-Teacher Association, and volunteer board member for the Minwack Falls Good Neighbor Society, had instilled an almost-detrimental instinct to be honest in me.I was absolutely the model of a rebellious girl experiencing life away from an overbearing mother and semi-absent father.I'd left for university as a geeky girl with suitcases full of modest blouses and nice-but-not-too-tight jeans. At the end of the semester, I returned home with suitcases full of pop culture t-shirts, dark jeans that were ripped in all the right places, and Chuck Taylors that I'd kept on my feet day in and day out so I could get that worn-in look as fast as possible. I was still geeky and still a girl, but now that girl had bright blue hair, an eyebrow ring, and an exasperatedly cynical attitude.I loved who I had become. I loved being Ramona, the girl with wild hair and full of laughter. I loved geeking out with my friends over video games and sci-fi movies and superheroes. I loved being able to show people that girl instead of the girl I had to be under my mother's roof.Back home, though, that girl wasn't welcome. That girl was an embarrassment to the head of the H O A. Worse, I was in for another three full months of putting up with my mom's pressure to dye my hair back to a respectable color and stop wearing studded belts and ripped jeans."Teach you that your choices have consequences," Mom was saying, and I'd been so distracted I hadn't even bothered imagining what she might have said. "If The Enchanted Florist won't hire you, you'll need to get your hair fixed.""My hair isn't broken.""I'm not letting you sit down here playing video games all summer. You need to get a job.""Trust me, I'd like nothing more," I said. "I could use the break."Before Mom could respond; and trust me, her inner Karen was desperate to give me a piece of its mind; we were interrupted by the sound of the door opening above us. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly."Your father's home," she said unnecessarily. "Finish tidying up here and come set the table."I waited until she had started back up the basement stairs to let out the breath I'd been holding, leaning miserably against the couch as the darkness enveloped me again.It was going to be a long frucking summer.Summer Expectations.I was saved from having to work on my resume with my mom peering over my shoulder by her innate need to be involved in every disaster.Dinner was blissfully quiet. Dad didn't say much, as per usual, and Mom's constant chatter manifested as mumbled frustrations while she scrolled through the town Facebook page on her phone, the mushy broccoli and dry chicken on her plate abandoned as she took control of the situation via social media.As quickly as I could, I shoveled bite after bite of mediocre, overcooked blandness into my mouth. Like most of my classmates in first year, I'd gained the ubiquitous Freshman Fifteen, but I hadn't minded in the slightest. I'd been relatively thin most of my life, and putting on some weight had finally made me look less like a twelve-year-old boy and more like an actual, honest-to-God woman.Unfortunately, a full summer of my mom's cooking meant that I'd probably slim down to nothingness again unless I started stopping by the Hokey Pokey Ice Cream Parlor twice a day. Which wasn't a terrible idea, actually; their ice cream was all homemade and it was phenomenal.Except that would take money, and while I was rich in Rupees and Bells and Caps, the owners of the Hokey Pokey only accepted boring old dollars.

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She seems so familiar?Based on a post by SquattingEagle. Listen to the ► Podcast at Explicit Novels.The girl was shivering in my arms as the cool night breeze chilled the damp skin of her back. Although I wouldn't mind fooling around a little more, I didn't want her to catch a cold, or worse. I was feeling around for her sweater when my hand landed on something soft and furry. Picking it up, I recognized it as the woolly tail the girl had been wearing around her waist. At some point while we were having sex, the ribbon had come undone and the tail fell off.“You've lost your thingy” I said.“My thingy?”“Here” I said, giving her the furry tail.“My lucky tail; Here, you keep it,” she whispered, “and think of me.” She handed it back to me and gave me one more kiss. After the kiss, her lips stayed near mine, as if she was hesitating. “But; If you want; I'd; really like to spend the night with you”‘Spend the night' didn't mean just more sex, it also implied waking up together. It was as close to asking me who I was as was allowed. It meant I wasn't the only one who felt something special had happened here tonight.“Little lamb, I wouldn't want anything else” I whispered, “But; I can't. Not yet. There's something I have to do first; I…” I didn't know what to say, how could I tell this girl that I loved her, but that I first had to dump my girlfriend of three years, and not sound like a complete douchebag?I tucked the wooly tail in my pocket and got up. We didn't say another thing while we dressed ourselves and reluctantly got ready to part. I hesitated to let her go while her identity was still a complete mystery to me.“I…” I started.“Shush” she said, laying her finger on my lips. “It's okay, I understand; But, if you change your mind, I'll be waiting for you in Old Jim's barn. And please, for God's sake, be quiet” she whispered. Then she stepped back and disappeared into the darkness. She was gone, and I missed her already. Almost immediately she reemerged and gave me one last sincerely affectionate kiss. Then she disappeared for good, and I was alone.After I had gathered my belongings, I sat down on the rock wall and replayed her words, digesting them and making sure I remembered them correctly. Despite its obvious intention, it was a strange request. Old Jim, or uncle Jim as we called him at home, was a grumpy old bastard who was known to chase people off his property with a loaded shotgun. He was my mother's uncle and I knew him well, so he probably wouldn't shoot me, but the girl couldn't know that. Why then would she ask me to go to such a perilous place? Was she testing me? Did I have to prove my valor by risking my life to be with her? Or had my rejection angered her and was she now playing a cruel trick on me?Then another idea came to mind. What if she had chosen Jim's barn because she knew nobody would look there but me? It was the option I liked best, but I knew there was only one way to learn her true reasons, and that was to spend the night together and ask her in the morning. It was another reason on my already long list to go there, but before I could allow myself to take one step in the direction of Old Jim's barn, I had to find Amanda.Suddenly, I was feeling terribly guilty. I had cheated on my long-time girlfriend. Even if Amanda turned out not to be my true love after all, I still betrayed her when I had sex with that gorgeous lamb. It was an act I disapproved of wholeheartedly, despised even, and I could not understand what had come over me to let myself go like that. What made my infidelity even worse was that I didn't regret it, and longed to do it again. Making love with the little blonde, even as rushed and anonymous as it had been, was so much more intimate and passionate than it had ever been with Mandy. It had been everything I yearned for these last months, and much, much more.I decided that first, I had to find Amanda and figure out my feelings for her. Only if there really was nothing worth salvaging, and I had formally broken up with her, would I allow myself to think about that other girl again. The only problem was time. I had no idea who the little lamb was or where she lived, I only knew that she would be waiting for me at uncle Jim's barn. It meant I had to hurry if I wanted to see her again. Who knows how long an angel would wait for someone like me? Half an hour? An hour? Two?One thing was clear; if I wasted too much time looking for Amanda, the identity of the blonde goddess would remain a mystery forever. With renewed determination to find my girlfriend, I fastened my duffel coat and hurried off into the darkness. Having already checked all the familiar places, I decided to revisit the ones I checked first, in case I had missed her before. My first stop should be somewhere nearby; a small forest known as Jack's grove. Hidden in the heart of that dense group of trees was a little pond and next to it a patch of mossy grass. It was one of our dearest spots on the island. It was there, on that secluded pasture, that Mandy and I had made love for the first time. It was also where I had found Mandy on our first night of sheep-shaggin', three years ago.When I first visited that place, there was a dressed-up girl hiding by the pool. A lamb I initially thought to be Mandy, had it not been for the stale taste of cigarettes on her lips and a coldness in her kiss. While I was still undecided, she quickly broke off the kiss and a resolute bleating sealed her rejection. That was three hours ago, but it felt like years had passed since.It took me a while to figure out where I was exactly, but then I was off. Running most of the way, I made it to Jack's grove in under ten minutes. As I neared my destination, I heard the sound of male voices hollering in the dark. I decided to check out the source of the commotion and headed in the direction of the voices. Maybe I'd find one of my mates, or someone who might know Amanda's whereabouts. A couple of yards ahead, I discovered the clamor of voices originated from inside Jack's grove.As I made my way through the trees, the hollering fell silent for a brief moment. No longer drowned out by the loud male voices, I could now hear a series of hoarse moans. It was a girl who was doing the moaning, and she sounded suspiciously much like Mandy. I could not yet see what was going on inside the clearing, but the noises that echoed in the forest left little to the imagination. The loud, lustful moaning was cut off by muffled gagging and slurping noises, and accompanied by the rapid, repetitive sound of flesh slapping against flesh.At last, I reached the opening in the forest, and the source of the racket. As I looked through the trees, I saw the small patch of mossy grass was illuminated by the soft glow of a kerosene lamp. Carrying a lantern or flashlight was expressly forbidden by the unwritten rules of sheep-shaggin', but I did not care about that, because it allowed me to see what was going on. There were at least thirty guys standing in a semicircle, drinking beer and scratching their balls as they gazed at the lewd display that was taking place next to the pond. Peering through the group of men, I saw a glimpse of not one, but two naked girls, one of them being Amanda. She was on all fours and had her head buried between another girl's long, shapely legs, while some fat guy was fucking her hard from behind.I quietly crawled through the brush to the other side of the pond and hid there in the darkness. From this position I had an unobstructed view of the action across the water. There was no mistake, the girl was Mandy. The legs wrapped around her head belonged to her new friend Diane, also known as the biggest whore on the island. I did not know the guy that was fucking my girlfriend, nor did I know either of the two Neanderthals who were having their cocks sucked by Diane. Actually, I wouldn't be surprised if the girls didn't know them either.I had already suspected that Mandy's friendship with Diane was partly responsible for the growing divide between my girlfriend and me. She knew I didn't like her associating with people like Diane, and she assured me she had nothing to do with her, barely even knew her. Like all her lies, I had believed it at the time. It was only later, when Dave swore me that he himself had seen them going out together, getting drunk and having fun with guys in bars that I started to doubt her words.Now there was no doubt anymore. She claimed she hardly knew Diane, yet here I was, less than twenty feet from my whoring soon-to-be ex-girlfriend, watching her lick Diane's hairless pussy like it was made of ice cream. I had no idea Mandy even had any lesbian or bisexual appetites, but it was obvious Amanda was well versed in the art of eating pussy. She was slurping lustfully on Diane's clit and fingered her sloppy hole at the same time. Her friend was grabbing handfuls of hair and moaned loudly whenever her mouth wasn't filled with one or more cocks.All this time, the nameless fat guy was pounding away at Mandy's pussy. His bloated, hairy belly slammed against her ass with smacking sounds that reverberated in the forest. After another minute of this brutal fucking, the man bellowed that he was going to cum. He slammed into Mandy's ass one last time and then clenched his butt as he flooded her canal with his sperm. Amanda didn't even look up as the guy came inside her, she just kept lapping and sucking Diane's pussy.When he was completely spent, the guy withdrew his wilting cock, pulled up his pants and staggered away. A flood of his slimy semen gushed from Mandy's inflamed pussy and oozed down her legs. Judging from the amount of cum already dripping down her thighs, this man wasn't the first to unload inside her tonight. Nor would he be the last.Right then, one of the guys who Diane was blowing grunted a few words and yanked his cock from her lips. He pumped his fist up and down his shaft a couple of times and then poured a dozen squirts of cum into her wide-open mouth. Then he too tucked his cock back in his pants and stumbled back to his mates in the pasture. Meanwhile, the other guy was also jacking off and within a couple of seconds he too ejaculated into Diane's gaping mouth. After he had added his load to that of the first guy, Diane closed her mouth and got up.With her mouth full of cum, Diane pulled Mandy up on her knees. She grabbed Mandy's head and, while the crowd was going insane, let the slimy cum drip from her lips. Amanda opened her mouth and let her friend feed her the double dose of cum straight from her mouth. The girls kissed and swapped back and forth the large mouthful of sperm until Mandy swallowed it all. She then proudly presented her empty mouth to the audience, and promptly called out to the crowd for more men to fuck her.A new guy walked up to the girls and dropped his pants. I knew the guy, a total asshole. The girls couldn't care less about his personality, they only had eyes for the big, throbbing, pre-cum drooling erection he offered them. They both jumped at it, but it was Mandy who won. She gobbled up his cock and really went to town on it. Diane, formerly the biggest slut on the island, was forced to play second fiddle to her friend and pupil. All she could do was lick the guy's balls and asshole, and hope Mandy wouldn't have sucked him dry before she had her chance to blow his cock. To add injury to insult, while my cheating slut ex-girlfriend was slobbering on the asshole's cock, a second guy grabbed her ass and rammed his cock in her sodden pussy.With Mandy being fucked from both ends and having no cock inside her herself, Diane was feeling left out and she also called for more guys, practically ordering the audience to come and fuck her. A small group of volunteers emerged from the crowd and not much later she was sucking cock, bouncing up and down in another guy's lap while a third guy fucked her ass. With all her holes stuffed and her role as top slut somewhat restored, Diane was happy again. The audience was cheering wildly as the five men proceeded to fuck the girls in all their holes.I gazed at the depraved spectacle for maybe fifteen minutes while I was trying to digest this new information and decide what to do next. I figured I had only two options; either make my presence known and give Amanda a piece of my mind, or just leave and forget about her. As I watched her thirstily gulp down another load of cum and then hoarsely call out for more, I decided to take the second option. Making a scene would be humiliating, risky even, and utterly pointless.Besides, I really didn't care that much anymore. I had seen how my cheating girlfriend was being passed around like a 5-dollar whore and cummed in by one guy after another. There was no doubt as to whether she was participating willingly. Whenever Mandy's mouth wasn't on a cock or pussy, she was asking for more guys to fuck her ass or pussy and ordering them to fill her holes with cum.I also understood now that the girl I had met here earlier had indeed been Amanda after all. She undoubtedly had known who I was when I kissed her, and she chose to reject me. Maybe it was at that moment that she decided she didn't want me anymore, or, more likely, she and Diane already had their little gangbang prearranged, and she didn't need me hanging around. Frankly, it didn't matter, I had seen enough.The sounds of Mandy's infidelity were fading quickly as I distanced myself from Jack's grove. My feet carried me away aimlessly, and soon I was completely alone again, surrounded by silence and darkness. Once again, my path was cut off by one of the low rock walls and again I had to decide where to go. But this time, before I could pick a direction, I first had to determine my destination.I sat down on the hard, cold rocks and tried to make up my mind. There was a lot to think about and I had to clear my head a bit before I made any rash decisions. I had set out to find Amanda, and I had found her. Seeing her and discovering her true nature, didn't make me feel angry. I didn't even feel betrayed. I already didn't want her anymore before I even entered Jack's grove. If I felt anything, it was relief that our decaying relationship was truly and undeniably over.I pushed my hands in my pockets and let the furry tail slide between my fingers. The little keepsake was the only evidence I had that the encounter wasn't a dream, that the girl was real and the time we enjoyed together really happened. The girl's whispered request to meet her in Old Jim's barn was firmly etched in my mind. At the time I couldn't take her up on her offer, but now that I had declared myself single again, I was morally allowed to see her, and even spend the rest of the night together. Maybe I should just go there to see if the girl was really waiting for me.I really, desperately wanted to be with her again. Not just for more awesome sex, but to hold her in my arms, smell her hair and kiss her lips. And of course, to spend the night together and get properly acquainted after sunrise.At the same time, there was another voice inside my head, warning me that it might not be the best idea to rush into another relationship just yet. While I couldn't ignore the fact that there was wisdom to that voice, the idea that I might lose the only chance I had to find out who the lamb really was, scared me. It was almost an hour already since we parted. Bad idea or not, I just had to go back to her, back to Old Jim's barn.But, where the hell was I?Not surprisingly, I was once more completely surrounded by darkness. I knew that behind me was a hayfield and on the other side of the rock wall border there appeared to be an empty meadow. I could see the stars in the sky above me, and far away in the distance a few buildings, but no recognizable landmarks. I climbed over the wall and continued my hike in the direction of the houses. Maybe I'd know where I was when I got there, or else there would be a road that would lead me back to civilization. I made my way through the knee-high grass until I arrived at a barbed wire fence. As walked along the fence, I had an almost religious experience.The building I was heading for was none other than Old Jim's barn. Fate, or maybe the spirit of Linus, had guided my feet directly back to my little lamb. There was only one thing I could do. I hopped over the fence and tiptoed towards the big old shed.Uncle Jim was probably asleep, and I happened to know that his aging watchdog was practically deaf. Still, the dog could see well, even in the dark, and his sense of smell wasn't bad either. I knew that as long as I kept quiet enough not to wake either Jim or the dog, I should be reasonably safe. A few nervous seconds later, I had made it across the yard and reached the barn. My heart was pounding in my throat as I pushed open the big door.Inside the barn it was even darker than outside. I whispered into the darkness, announcing my arrival and closed the door behind me. Though there was no reply, I had the uneasy feeling that I was being watched. Then I heard a noise behind me, and as I turned around, the silhouette of a girl leaped into my arms. Even though I was quite startled to say the least, I caught her mid-air. She had covered my entire face with kisses before her mouth found mine and her tongue snaked between my lips. Her sweet kisses were like a drug to me, and the longer we kissed, the more I wanted to keep kissing her. The increasing need for oxygen made us break it off eventually.“Little lamb, could you really be my true love?” I whispered after I got my breath back.“Maybe;” she replied, and gave me another peck on the lips. “Yes”She took me by the hand and led me deeper into the barn. She must have spent some time exploring before I arrived, as she appeared to be quite familiar with the interior of the barn. It was utterly dark in here, as even the faint light of the stars was mostly blocked by the tattered roof, yet the girl effortlessly maneuvered us past empty stables and old farm equipment. I couldn't help but feel a little pride swelling inside my chest as I imagined the girl roaming the barn while she was waiting for me, preparing herself for another encounter with her true love.My little lamb carefully guided us through the darkness to our destination, which turned out to be a haystack. She halted and turned around. I bumped into her and she caught me in her arms.“We're here” she whispered.She undid my coat and let it fall on the ground. Then she took my hands and sank down into the soft hay. I moved with her and sat down next to her. We both knew we had the entire night ahead, and despite our mutual desires, there was no rush. I couldn't be happier. Being with this girl was all I wanted, for as long as possible.All my thoughts, all my hopes and wishes revolved around the girl, yet I still didn't have a clue who she really was. All I knew was that she was about 7 or 8 inches shorter than me, with a willowy physique and a head full of blond, curly hair. This only narrowed it down to a couple of hundred girls on the island. I still couldn't ask her name, but there was no rush. There was a time for talking and a time for making love, and this wasn't the time for talking.We made out in the hay for a long time. I couldn't get enough of her kisses and her hot, supple body. While our tongues dueled, my hands sneaked underneath her thick wool sweater and ventured into the enticing territory hidden below. Her soft skin was radiating with heat, burning my fingers as I felt her up. Inch by inch I caressed my way up from her waist, dragging her sweater up as I went. As I reached her shoulders, I had her upper half almost naked. Finishing the job for me, she pulled it over her head and sent it flying. Like before, she wasn't wearing anything underneath, and again I cursed the darkness that prevented me from ogling her treasures. Like a blind man, I reached for her chest and cupped my hands around her pert little breasts and studied them by touch.I squeezed and kneaded her supple female flesh. The delightfully full and firm breasts were barely a handful, but they were hers, and I didn't want them any other way. I could feel her erect nipples as they poked into the palm of my hand as I caressed the soft skin. I let my fingers trace around the puckered nubs and over the tiny bumpy areolas surrounding them. Her nipples were small, but they were firm and perfect for sucking and nibbling. Though I didn't know what she looked like, I was sure I could make a perfect sculpture of her face and body.My half-naked lamb was dry humping me as I explored and teased her with my fingers. She was already hot and willing, but I wanted to draw out our foreplay until I had her literally begging to be fucked. Planting a trail of kisses down her neck, I moved down towards her breasts. She groaned sensually as I drug my tongue through the valley between her twin beauties and then kissed and sucked on her delicate skin. Making my next move, I closed my lips around one of the puckered-up tips and softly bit down on it. I gently tugged on it with my teeth and then slowly let it slip from my grip, which elicited another sexy moan.At the same time, one of my hands had struck gold underneath her skirt. Her downy pussy was still as hot and wet as before. She readily parted her legs for me and my fingers slipped inside her. While I continued sucking on her breasts, I started fucking her with one, and then two fingers. The nerves in her nipples seemed to be directly connected to those of her pelvic muscles. I could feel her pussy contract around my fingers every time I bit on her nipples.Her hands were on my head, grabbing fistfuls of hair as she groaned, delirious with lust. She did her best to stay quiet, but when I also brought my thumb into play and rubbed it around her tiny clit, she forgot all about the world around us and moaned out loud. It was vitally important to stay quiet, and not wake uncle Jim or the watchdog, but the girl was drowning in ecstasy, gasping and moaning with little restraint. I had no choice but to relinquish her breast and cover her mouth with mine to muffle her voice while my fingers kept working on her pussy.Soon thereafter the sustained attack on her sex became too much for her. She held her breath and I could feel the tension build inside her lithe body. Then, with a muffled cry, her orgasm washed over her. With my thumb tweaking her clit and my fingers massaging her g-spot, I was sending waves of pleasure through her body. She was cumming long and hard, shaking violently with every new wave. Long after her orgasm started, little tremors kept running over her entire body.While my young lover had been almost naked for some time now, I was still entirely dressed. It was something that had to change. Though still slightly fatigued after the long and intense orgasm she just had, the girl straddled my lap and began to undress me. Her nimble fingers quickly undid the row of buttons on my shirt. Every inch of skin exposed was greeted with another kiss. After she had undone every button, she continued working on my belt and then my fly. With a little help, she managed to pull off my shirt and then my pants, along with my underwear. Now we were both practically naked.She closed her hand around my cock and moved her fist up and down, proving for once and for all that she did know how to give a proper handjob. Then she kneeled between my legs and kissed it. Her lips were all over my shaft, kissing every inch from the root to the head. She seemed reluctant to take me into her mouth, and I wasn't going to make her do it if she didn't want to. She kissed her way back to the tip and I thought she'd leave it at that, when suddenly her lips closed around the head. I uttered a deep groan as she sucked me into her mouth.It was obvious this girl didn't have much experience in giving blowjobs, but her enthusiasm more than made up for that. Besides, I knew I'd have a wonderful time helping her perfect her technique later on. It wasn't long before she got the hang of it. I didn't have to say anything, it was like she knew what I liked and what I was feeling. A few times she accidentally scraped my glans with her teeth, but I forgot about that instantly when she started sucking again. With only the tip in her mouth, she bobbed up and down while she applied a strong vacuum. At the same time, she had one hand stroking my shaft, and the other fondling my balls. The feeling was incredible, and I knew I wasn't going to last long being stimulated like that.I warned the girl that I was about to cum. She just nodded and intensified her stroking and bobbing even more. I gave her one final warning and then I had to let go. A wave of semen was rushing up my cock and erupted in her mouth. I was seeing stars and feeling light-headed as I came harder than I could remember. Despite my repeated warnings, the force of my ejaculation caught the lamb off guard. She gagged and coughed as the first jet of cum splattered against the back of her throat, but she kept sucking almost without interruption. She kept sucking until after I had stopped shooting and then she swallowed everything I had given her. After she released me from her hot mouth, she licked my shaft for any drops that may have escaped her lips and then placed a last peck right atop the sensitive tip.She came up again, kissing my neck and cheek. There was a heavy scent of sperm on her breath, but it didn't put me off. However, she seemed disinclined to kiss me with the same mouth I had just ejaculated in. I wanted her to know she needn't be worried. If she was willing to swallow my cum, then the least I could do was kiss those lips. I lifted her chin up and kissed her full on the mouth. As voraciously as she had blown me, so tenderly did she kiss me. The girl was capable of being both an angel and a devil at the same time, and I loved them both.All this time her hand had never left my cock and her steady rubbing had prevented me from going flaccid. In fact, I was still fully erect. As she broke our kiss, she straddled my waist and slowly sat down on my cock. She whimpered softly as she impaled herself and the delicate tissues of her pussy, still tender from our first encounter, were straining to accommodate my invading penis once more.Despite her tenderness, she took me in all the way, and in one smooth go. When I finally bottomed out, she held still for a moment and then she began to move. Barely perceptible at first, she rolled her hips and rocked back and forth in my lap. It was torturously slow, but incredibly exciting. Her nubile, lithe body weighed next to nothing and I could have easily grabbed her and use her body for the gratification I so much desired. However, it was she who was in control and if she wanted to take it slow, that was fine by me. Besides, I'd last a whole lot longer that way.My hands found her ass and I caressed the firm, round cheeks as she slowly moved up and down in my lap. Every now and then she'd lower her face to mine and we shared another kiss. Each time she moved up, her delicious breasts were right in front of my face. I only had to lean forward, and I could feast on the smooth skin as she rode me. Like before, I felt her muscles contract each time I bit on her nipples, only now they were clutching my cock instead of my fingers. She rode me like that for a long time, slowly and lovingly. It had nothing of the frantic hunger for release that had characterized our first time. This time it was all about sharing and exploring our feelings, learning about our bodies, and giving as much pleasure possible. I realized that without ever sharing a single conversation with the girl, I had completely fallen in love with her.Surrounded as we were by utter darkness, it was almost like the two of us were alone in our own private universe where time did not exist. The only sounds were the rustling of the hay and the squishy noises her greasy pussy made as she moved up and down my shaft. With every stroke her intimate muscles were massaging my cock, but after her tremendous blowjob I was in no risk of cumming too soon. I was glad for it, as I desired nothing more than to keep making love with this girl, to keep feeling her supple body underneath my hands and to keep tasting her tender kisses on my lips, for as long as possible. By now, our bodies were highly in tune and we were moving together as one, rhythmically pushing and relaxing as our bodies instinctively found new and unimaginable levels of pleasure.She rode me in that slow, heavenly way for a long time, but eventually she began to show signs of fatigue. She was breathing heavy, even as we were kissing, and I could feel that there was but little strength left in her little body. By and by her motions became less fluid and the pace more irregular. My hands were already supporting most of her weight as she moved, but still her legs were tiring, and they couldn't sustain the movements much longer. Finally, she lowered her ass in my lap and slowly rocked her hips while her fingers combed through the hair on my chest. While she may have been temporarily worn out, she was not done fucking yet. I wrapped my arms around her back and while holding her tightly, I rolled us over, so she was resting in the hay and I was back on top.She pulled her legs up high and wrapped them around my waist. At the same time, her arms were clutching my shoulders. She clung to me like a limpet as I pumped her pussy in a restrained, but relentless pace. Her soft moans were getting louder now that her excitement grew to climactic levels. So loud in fact that I was once more fearing she might wake uncle Jim, or the dog. It didn't mean I was going to slow down now, not while the girl was this close to orgasm. It would almost be worth fighting off an angry watchdog or shotgun-wielding maniac if I could make her climax once more.Just to be sure we wouldn't be disturbed, I placed my hand over her mouth to muffle her moans and whimpers. Then her orgasm hit, and I could feel her teeth cut my skin as she involuntary bit down on my hand. I hardly noticed it, as her divine pussy was milking my cock like crazy and I suddenly found myself in risk of climaxing too. It took all I could muster to keep thrusting into her buttery snatch without cumming. After another minute of seemingly continuous orgasming, she fell back in the hay, panting and begging for a time-out.I honored her request and pulled out of her snug sheath, but I wasn't planning on granting her that time-out. I crawled down her body, past her magnificent breasts, her tight stomach, and the small patch of pubes, to her fiery sex. Her swollen lips were dripping with honey and I licked it all up. Along with my cleaning work, I periodically teased her little clit, testing whether she was ready for my cock again. When I was able to close my lips around the swollen nub and suck on it without her shirking back, I knew she was ready for another round. Before I took her again, I spent a few more minutes licking and kissing her sweet peach, fingering her slick hole, and pleasing that little bead of her clit. I thought about tickling her tight little asshole with my tongue, or introducing that highly sensitive orifice to my probing fingers. But I didn't know how the girl would react to anal play, and besides, it might be a good idea to keep a few aces hidden in my sleeve, so to speak, so I could surprise her with it sometime in the future.I pulled the girl onto her hands and knees, knelt behind her, and then prepared to ease my cock back into her deliciously tight pussy. My hands moved down my lover's slim waist until they came to rest on the swell of her firm, round behind. Having found some meat to hold on to, I pushed forward. A deep, involuntary groan sounded from her mouth as I slid in until my hips pressed against her ass and the tip of my cock bumped into the firm lump of her cervix.I could feel the ring of muscles around her pussy's entrance squeeze the base of my cock, and I knew I was all the way inside her. Although it was a fantastic feeling to be fucking her this deep, I eased back a little, as I didn't want her to feel sore inside. While holding on to her ass, I began to fuck her at a moderate pace. Almost immediately she pushed back at me, silently reassuring me that if there was any discomfort, she could handle it, and spurring me on to fuck her harder and deeper. Well, if that's what she wanted, I was happy to give it to her like that. I renewed my grip on her ass and began to thrust into her as hard and deep as I dared. It didn't miss its effect, as the girl was soon moaning continuously and chewing on her sweater to keep her from screaming.The pressure in my loins had faded a little while I was licking her sweet pussy, but after a few minutes of this intense doggy-style fucking, it felt like I was about to burst again. I hoped I could hold on just long enough to cum together with the girl. Sharing an orgasm together would be the perfect ending of the best sex I ever had. However, before I could make that perfect ending happen, we needed to change positions one last time. Although fucking her from behind like this was awesome and highly stimulating for both her and me, it was lacking a bit in intimacy, and of all things, intimacy was what I was craving most. When I was gonna cum with her, it would be with her arms around me, and my lips mashed against hers.I pulled out, gave her dripping pussy a few licks and then I nudged her side, signaling her to roll onto her back. She understood what I wanted and once she was on her back, she immediately spread her legs for me and pulled me on top of her body. Reaching between us, she grabbed my cock and guided it back inside her.I grabbed her legs and raised them high. With her legs on my shoulders I proceeded to pump her fast and deep. I knew I wouldn't last long anymore. Her soft whimpers and moans told me that she too was approaching another orgasm. I pounded her buttery pussy with the last of my strength, doing my utmost to make her cum before I did. I felt my balls drew tight, and then the first jet shot up my tubes. Thrusting deep and pressing my lips in her neck, I fired a second load into her pussy, just as she came as well. As I felt myself flow into her body, we became one and climaxed together.We stayed like that for a seemingly endless period of time, fucking and cumming until I had given her everything I had and my deflating cock slipped from my lover's pussy. We remained in each other's arms long after we stopped moving, lying face to face while we cuddled and kissed in the afterglow of the best sex I had ever had. I was feeling completely drained, both mentally as well as physically, but happy and completely satisfied.She moved her head back a little and looked at me, despite the utter darkness.“I; I think I love you” she whispered.“Little lamb, I think I love you too” I whispered back.She gave me another kiss. Like all her kisses it was a passionate and tender kiss, but once more, its message was different. There was a feeling of surrender in this kiss, like she lay the responsibility for her happiness solely in my hands. It was a tremendous obligation, but one I gladly accepted, as I knew I could never be happy again, unless she was happy too.She lay her head on my chest and I draped my arms around her. With her mouth next to my ear she whispered she was so lucky I had chosen to come back to her. I said it wasn't a choice, that I had to be with her, and that I was the lucky one to find her still waiting for me. She replied that she would have waited all night for me if she had to. As she was saying these words, she was speaking slowly and her voice was drowning in sleep. One last thing I remember is pulling a horse blanket over our naked bodies and then I too fell asleep, dreaming of a long and exciting future with this nameless blonde.I woke up only a few hours later. The first thing I noticed was an intense itching sensation from lying naked in the hay. Then the scent of farm animals and diesel engines entered my nose, and when I opened my eyes, I discovered there was a girl sleeping in my arms. It took me a while to figure out where I was, and then everything came back to me. I was in uncle Jim's barn. The mysterious blonde in my arms I had met during sheep-shaggin' and she had asked me to spend the night with her. We had made passionate love in the hay and expressed our love before falling asleep in each other's arms.To be continued in part 3, based on a post by SquattingEagle for SexStories.

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Peering into the future from a product leader's perspective.In this episode, Adam Holt & Derek Notman had a nice conversation with Jon Patullo, Chief Product Officer at TradePMR, about the future of advice. We cover everything from their service orientated model to support advisors to how AI is quickly accelerating. Jump in and learn how an industry insider sees advice today and where it's headed.We talk about:Scale efficiency with open architectureAI supporting AdvisorsTradePMR's acquisition by Robinhood and the future of human adviceLeveraging open APIs from vendors to drive innovationThe speed of AI and how if you don't pay attention you will be left behindAnd moreResources:Follow Jon Patullo on LinkedInLearn more about TradePMR RIA Custody ServicesFollow RethinkFA on LinkedInConnect With Adam Holt:support@asset-map.com Asset-Map LinkedIn: Adam HoltLinkedIn: Asset-MapFacebook: Asset-MapTwitter: Asset_MapYouTube: Asset-Map Connect With Derek Notman:Check out Couplr AILinkedIn: Derek Notman Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Send us a textWords- Jon SwalesMusic: Chris Sayburnwww.cruciformjustice.comHope is not a calculation,  not a tally of gains or losses,  but the ache of a heart  stretched toward the horizon,  a whisper of light  breaking through the veil of the now.  It does not linger in stillness,  passive as shadows gather,  nor wither into wishing,  an empty hand grasping at air.  Hope breathes—  and in its breath,  a spark becomes a flame,  warming the coldest night.  Hope refuses to yield,  to let evil speak the final word.  It stands defiant against despair,  a protest against what-is,  a midwife to the not-yet-born.  There is a restlessness in this hope,  a holy disquiet,  a stirring revolution  that will not let us sleep.  It has seen the dawn,  and in its light,  the future world shimmers,  not with the dull hues of habit,  nor the dark chimes of business as usual,  but with the effervescence of the possible.  Hope is not a calculation,not a tally of gains or losses,but the ache of the heart,peering through a veil,longing for the day—face to face,when every tear will be wiped away.- Swales , 2025

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Welcome to Technology Revolution Crystal Ball #3 bright Peering at AI 2025 and beyond in an optimistic light Bonnie D. hosts in her Scarlett mic's live-streaming hue With a cadre of Futurists unpacking predictions for you With AI as their compass, opportunities as their sail Will their foresights triumph or perhaps not prevail? Raise your cup or flute with Java, Jack, Dom or Earl On Bonnie D.'s Crystal Ball Special, the future will unfurl Continuing in 2025 on January 8 and 15 Wishing you Happy Everything and New Year's in between!

Welcome to Technology Revolution Crystal Ball #2 bright Peering at AI 2025 and beyond in an optimistic light Bonnie D. hosts in her Scarlett mic's live-streaming hue With a cadre of Futurists unpacking predictions for you With AI as their compass, opportunities as their sail Will their foresights triumph or perhaps not prevail? Raise your cup or flute with Java, Jack, Dom or Earl On Bonnie D.'s Crystal Ball Special, the future will unfurl Continuing December 18, January 8 and 15 We wish you happy holidays and new year's in between

It is very late night, when these sort of things are typically bound to happen, such as JOHN OLIVER, a TV show host, appearing out of nowhere and into your kitchen, asking JOHN OLIVER is it too late for a glass of milk? Startled, and just having dressed from a long and hot shower, the occupant of the apartment is started. OH, my God—John Oliver! As it were. What are you doing here? Anticipating a glass of milk— A tad warm, preferably. Where are you supposed to be right now? Wherever I am, which is—erm… My kitchen. Very nice kitchen, I might add; About that milk. I'm vegan. Plant based will do. It's for baking. —very well. They said you'd be a tough nut to crack. Who is “they” Who they are. He plops down on the couch and puts his feet up on the coffee tables YO. I don't speak much Spanish. But you understood that! I said I didn't speak much, not that I was devoid entirely of comprehension. What the fuck! What the fuck, indeed. You're so British, I don't even have a reproach— Harry, Hermione, and Ron enter through a portal. I WAS GETTING READY FOR BED. That sounds lovely. —is it too late for a glass of milk? Ron! …Well, is it? What is it with you people and milk?! The other Ron, or actually rather, his real world counterpart RUPERT GRINT is already in the fridge. There's only coconut— And it's canned. JOHN OLIVER and RON WEASELY AUGH. Harry scrunches his nose and winces a bit, when his real world counterpart exits the washroom. DANIEL RADCLIFFE Don't make that face— it will get stuck like that. HARRY POTTER —it's just an expression. DANIEL RADCLIFFE No, it isn't; remember more of you is fictional than not! HARRY POTTER Says you! DANIEL RADCLIFFE Says just about anyone in this dimension, and the next, and the next over— which— Oh my God. DANIEL RADCLIFFE by the way, which dimension is this? My kitchen. KRISTEN SHAAL do it. Keep telling me things I don't want to hear. But do it—scandalously. KRISTEN WIIG (Bewildered, super mumbling) ..:bewildermentmn… KRISTEN SHAAL GO AHEAD! I'M WAITING I need the opposite of attention. Miraculous. Ah, fuck. I pissed off the avengers or whatever. This is the imminence and urgency of oppression digging in at us, Peering in from lenses And peer mentors, instant challenges And in gratification, proliferated profanities And neocorporste totalitarianism, Vegan or vegetarianism Hungarian isn't, Intimate leaning a lesson; Never open the door for a friend Or a possible stranger When internal at war with Yourself And external The silence in admittedly A years long race war From here to hell you can hear the impresonment Of shackled bonds and illegal existences, Still hasn't yet, The daily collapse of the actual Backend Haven't used that one in a while. I'm waiting at the edge installing a kit cat on Carson's red carpet Are you hollering at me, Or just another robot Destined for caucus? Wonder if water's already on another earth, Or haven't you thought about stopping Those in poverty from spawning more offspring Or perhaps letting them have Just the minimal at living, Giving them a chance At all? What? Back splash, I'm under. A rainstorm on the horizon And probably our clouds are proud to have snow in them— A pound or so. For sure. {Enter The Multiverse} Thump, thump, thump… We hear the sound of a loud and slow heartbeat. Almost too loud, and almost too slow. Bright sunbeams through the still closed eyes of a sleeping man, and though it already seems to blind him, he opens them slowly, squinting, In a half-ditch effort to cover his face from the sun, almost failing immediately, presumably from exhaust, the man places a hand over his chest as if to feel if his heart is even still there, let alone beating. Thump, thump, thump, thump— More red orange sunlight, and as he places the other hand again over his face to try to faze it, the shadow of something that appears creeping over him blocks the bright sun out of his eyes. SHADOW Do you know who you are? Even without looking, the man at the very least knows his own hands. He chooses to remain silent for the moment; but at least nods his head yes, looking up at the man, only still a shadow. SHADOW CONT'D Do you know when [you are]? Sitting up only slightly, the man peers around subtly scoping the area; he appears to be poolside, at some type of resort— the children playing give way to a much earlier time— about 100 years or so, give or take. …nineteen…twenty six? SHADOW That's right. And finally— Do you know where? Let's hope Los Angeles. SHADOW Where else are you going to find this type of weather? …a few places. SHADOW hoists the man up by his hand with a firm grip, propping him up on the loungers SHADOW Up you go. Ugh. Shadow tosses a thick rolled up newspaper into the man's torso. It appears he has been badly sunburned Oph—watch it! SHADOW Read up; you have work to do. In 1926? SHADOW Apparently. (Genuinely curious, confused) …What could that be? Figure it out. The Shadow walks away without having ever been revealed; his long trench coat and fedora leaving a hint of mystery as he crosses the pool. Where are you going?! SHADOW Continental Breakfast. {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2024 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. ©

Based on the legend of Pope Joan.By professor98. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. The following account is fiction, which is based on the well-documented Legend of Pope Joan, the first, and last female Pope of the Catholic Church.As this story took place in the ninth century of the Christian era, or Year of our Lord; many of the terms are from ancient languages. Words such as slitten, which is Old English for slit, and sheath, later referred to as ‘cunny' or cunt. Although the specific accounts were not taken down on paper, the story refers to certain facts in which the legend was based.In the year of our lord, 823 A D, a girl, Joanna Wellen was born in a small village not far from Salisbury Plain in southern England. He mother died due to complications of the birth. As she grew, she would often visit Stonehenge, with her father who treated her with great love and affection. Stonehenge was a religious center, and an astronomical observatory; which lay not far from their village. It was used as a place of worship, especially by the surfs and peasants who were not allowed to attend Church.In those days in England and Europe for that matter, females were considered worthless and only good for birthing babies, cooking, scrubbing and cleaning for a man. They were not allowed to go to school, as society thought them incapable of learning.Joanna grew up as a scullery maid and worked on her Father's farm for years. From the time she learned to speak, Joan always wanted to learn about everything, so when she was fifteen and began to clean house for the village schoolteacher, they became friends and when she was not working, she begged him to teach her to read.As her father loved her very much, he had no complaints regarding her studies, and invited the schoolteacher for supper, four evenings a week in payment for teaching her.After several years, the schoolteacher, one Edmund Beddus was married to a fairly well to do somewhat older widow, Gwendolyn Vaughan, who's late husband was killed in a horseback ridding accident. It was not well known at the time; however he was drunk. As Edmund didn't earn much money, he jumped at the chance to marry Gwendolyn, mostly for her stature and wealth.After a while, Gwendolyn became angry due to the attention Edmund paid to Joan and threatened him with a divorce. Edmond ended his three-year relationship with the girl, and she had to return all of the books she had borrowed.The young village priest Father Paul had always seen Joan walking with a book in her hands and was taken with her beauty. One day he saw her passing the church, however she had no book. He called to her and said,"Are you no longer reading Joan?""I no longer have books available to me, Father." She said."Well Joan, if ever you wish books to read again, feel free to come by the rectory after supper and I will let you read some that belong to the church."This was a very special offer as there were no libraries and all books were written by hand. It would be six hundred years before; Johannes Gutenberg would invent moveable type and print his first bible.The following evening, after making supper for her Father, Joan walked to the church and knocked on the rectory door. Father Paul answered and invited her in. As the parish was pour, they only had four books. One was a bible, the second was a book called, "Entrance to Heaven", which was a guide for priests.The third and fourth were written in Latin, a language in which Joan had no knowledge. Father Paul told her to be seated by the fire, picked up the book in Latin and began to read."When a priest has a craving for a physical union, it is the duty of all females to give themselves to him willingly. This is the law of God. Sexual union is God's reward to everyone who follows his decrees. The female shall spread her legs wide and allow the priest to enter her with his phallic member."Father what is a phallic member?""All males have a phallic member Joan. It is the essence of a man.""I have no knowledge of such essence. What will it do?""It is the instrument that will allow a female to see God.""Do you have your phallic member with you Father Paul?""Yes, I do.""May I see it Father?""Of course my child."Father Paul lifted his short tunic and revealed his penis and testicles. Joan was very interested and asked how she would be able to see God, with his instrument. The Father invited her to repose on his bed of straw, and he would display the power of his essence.When she complied, Father Paul knelt down and lifted her tattered dress, revealing her slitten, the entrance to her passageway. As he spread her legs, Joan wondered what he was doing and why. In her eighteen years she had never heard of this type of ritual, and wondered who had written the book.Kneeling between Joan's legs, Paul stripped off his tunic and was naked before her; his member became erect and was pointing toward the ceiling. As he bent forward, and guided his penis toward the opening to her vagina, she wondered if she would really see God. A priest would never lie to her, she thought.As Father Paul rubbed the large head of his phallus up and down her damp slitten, she became more interested in his movements. They felt strangely pleasing, and her slitten began to tickle and was becoming very warm, and wet. She had felt nothing like this in her short life.It was wonderful and caused her to breath harder. Slowly Paul began to move his penis into her vagina and she screamed in pain. It felt as though he was entering her with a double-egged sword. She knew right then, she was about to see God, as his phallus would surly end her life. She had never experienced a pain such as this. Father Paul was deep into her vagina, and moving fast as she lay under him, her tears flowed down her cheeks as she waited for impending death.However as he continued to move, her pain was subsiding and pleasure was replacing it. She believed that Father moving his phallus in and out of her; was devoid of wisdom and good sense.Other than a nice feeling from between her legs, the whole process seemed fruitless, and a bit pointless. He continued for some time and pointless as the process appeared to be, she was developing a wonderful feeling in her belly. Father Paul was creating a desire, which previously Joan had no knowledge of. Her belly was tingling as the Father continued his thrusts, his phallus sliding in and out of her passageway. She found herself lifting her legs, then wrapping them around Father Paul's legs, pulling him tight into her channel.As he continued, Joan's feelings for the young Father were growing at an alarming rate and her need for some kind of satisfaction was increasing. Her emotions were on a never ending latter, climbing to the sky.Without any warning, Joan felt herself begin to discharge juices with a force. She felt fulfillment and gratification of an unknown desire and appetite, which lifted her to extreme pleasure and contentment.Father Paul had not yet discharged his essence and doubled his efforts. As Joan felt his increasing movements in to her, desire began to grow again almost exponentially and she held him tight to her. Father Paul called out to heaven,"Oh Lord my God, I am your humble servant and I do your bidding."Joan felt a new gush of liquid, however it wasn't coming from her, it was coming from Father Paul. The feeling was beautiful in design and execution, and although she did not see God, she believed she was closer to him. The whole occurrence was a delicacy as to arouse intense delight, and satisfaction. Joan cared little to see God, as she was taking great pleasure and delight in his glory.Suddenly a reoccurrence of her discharge began, and she was lifted beyond the bounds of Earth. Her blood ran hot as her juices flowed once again."Your phallus is as you said Father, truly the essence of man, and God.""Remember Joan, although my member, my penis, from the Latin, if you will, is a wonderful instrument. It would be useless without your marvelous passage of desire. My penis requires your vagina to achieve its primary and sacred function. Without woman, man has little purpose in life. It is God's design."Joan knew that her existence had taken a new direction. She was truly a daughter of God, and would do everything necessary to fulfill the Heavenly Father's design. As Father Paul lay in coitus relaxen, a Latin term for rest after sexual intercourse, Joan lifted his depleted penis and examined it carefully. She found a hidden beauty within its current state, although it was much more useful when it was swollen to a larger size.She felt closer to Father Paul than she had to any individual, except maybe her own Father. The closeness was of course the feeling most women would feel to a man; who brought her such euphoria and intense pleasure. Joan felt compelled to pay homage to his member and leaned down to kiss it.It had a strange yet inexplicable odor. Not a bad odor, but one, which could not be described. She had detected a similar odor before when the farm animals were ready for breeding. Joan kissed Father Paul's member on the tip once again, and suddenly it began to throb and swell. As she unexpectedly enjoyed the taste, she slid the head of his penis into her mouth, and for some unknown, but natural desire, began to suck on it.Father Paul squirmed in delight feeling something wonderful which he only had knowledge of, during confessions of travelers to the Far East. It was told to him that Egyptian girls reveled in sucking a man's penis, and excelled in elevating a man to an ultimate level of fulfillment and gratification.Strangely he had never heard of an English female performing such a wonderful service. This was something that God and the Church made no mention of, possibly because it had nothing to do with reproduction.Joan now had a challenge and believed she would be able to master it. As she sucked the Priest's penis he moaned, apparently enjoying her oral stimulation causing him arousal, and intense pleasure beyond that of which she provided with her vagina. The priest took hold of Joan's head and moved his hips upward in a masterful manner, emulating copulation.Joan was now eager to give the young priest something he would continue to desire, throughout their newly found friendship. As she sucked him, her hand took hold of his testicles and fondled them as one might do with a favorite pet. The priest in return moaned and mewed letting her know how much the manipulations of her mouth on his penis were appreciated.With little warning the priest began to spray his bodily secretions into her mouth with a degree of fluidity that surpassed his previous performance. Joan sat up wondering what was to be done with Father Paul's essence. Would it be a sin to expel it from her mouth? As it was a gift from God, she wondered what she should do. Father Paul saw the questioning expression on Joan's face and said,"Swallow it, Joan. God would want nothing less. Essence is too important to be splattered on the floor."Although the creamy liquid felt wonderful in her mouth, she followed directions and allowed the liquid to slowly slide down her throat. Although a bit salty, the essence was also sweet. A fascinating combination she thought."Do you want me to continue reading, Joan?""No. Not tonight as I believe Morpheus, the ancient Roman god of sleep and dreams, is calling to me. May I return after supper on the morrow, Father Paul?""Of course my child. You may visit me any time you desire, and I will teach you everything I have knowledge of."Joan joins a priest, who is entertaining another person.Joan slept the sleep of chastity, although she knew that she was no longer a maiden, and deserved little satisfactory sleep. She could not understand why she had such wonderful feelings throughout her body. Apparently it was God's desire, and he was pleased with her actions.She spent the day, milking the cows, currying the horses, cooking and cleaning. She fed all of the animals and cleaned their stalls, while her father worked in the fields planting vegetables. They broke for the mid-day meal and sat together while eating. Her Father asked,"Joan, what did you learn at the church with Father Paul, last eve?""Father Paul read to me from a large book in Latin. I learned about God's design and the essence of man. He also taught me how man should best serve God, and what God expects of his children.""My daughter is such a wonderful student; and has an admirable mind, unlike her ignorant father.""Father, if it was not for your understanding and love for me, I would never have learned to read and write. You are not ignorant and I love you.""Are you going to the church tonight little one?""Yes father, if that would be convenient for you. There is much work to be done.""Of course my daughter, although I feel you deserve some enjoyment and rest. You work here all the day, then study hard after dark. A girl should also have some good times in her young life.""Believe me Father, the enjoyment I have received from God's love has been wonderful and fulfilling. My life has found new meaning and absolute pleasure. Are you remaining home on this eve?No, I plan to go to the public house and have a tall glass of warm Ale.""In moderation, father. Do not forget your last venture to the public house. You were unable to get out of bed long past sunrise.""Yes daughter, I recall. I will only have a pint or so."Father and daughter then parted company. Joan washed the dishes, swept the floors, and then went out to feed the hogs. He father returned to his planting. They would have a good harvest on the year.Supper came and went. As night fell, Joan fed the fireplace and as the light danced on the walls of the room, she wondered if Father Paul would elevate her with his phallus and essence. Taking a torch from its storage place, she shoved the end of it into the fire. The tip burned brightly, warming her face.Leaving the house, she trudged up the path, in the dark toward the rectory. Upon arriving, Joan opened the door and walked in. Father Paul was naked and laying on top of her close friend Lily, a postulate, or nun-in-training. His phallus was deeply imbedded in her sheath.Joan stood there and watched as Father Paul continued to enter into and permeate her vagina, helping her temporarily ascend to heaven's gate. Lily was much involved in Father Paul's God-like movements, and was sinking her nails in his back, moaning loud and mumbling,"More Father Paul, more. Send me to see God."Joan sat in a chair, next to the bed of straw and watched as the Father's penis slid in and out of her friend. Everything seemed to be very wet and coated with a viscous liquid, and a small amount of blood. Joan wondered if it would be better for her to withdraw, as Father was fully involved in her friend."Joan", said Paul. "Please disrobe and join us in the bed. We can all do the Lord's work together."Quickly, as Father Paul began to eject his essence into the young girl, she moaned loudly and began to squirt her juices, pumping them past Father's penis and onto his testical sack.She stated to the priest; "More Father Paul, please do more. I want God to love me.""God does love you, my child, more than most women, whom would refuse to share their sacred passage with the sons of the church."Joan shed her clothing and joined the couple on the bed of straw, which was covered with a sheet like covering. Father rolled off of the girl as she lay in a semi unconscious state, moaning lightly.Joan took hold of Paul's phallus and began to stroke it as she had done the evening prior. It took some patient time and affectionate gestures of fondness, however when his penis again became tumescent, Joan lifted her leg over him and eased down onto his lap, allowing his coccus to impale her tight moist vagina.She moved front to back, feeling the priest's huge member inside of her, thanking God in a little prayer for bringing such knowledge and pleasure to her.She was full of cheer as she thought there would be more pain associated with another coupling, however she now understood that the

Peering behind-the-scenes of the gospel empowers us to better appreciate and verify that we have been truly saved!

Since its launch on Christmas Day 2021, the James Webb Space Telescope has delivered some of the most stunning images of space we've ever seen, peering deeper into the cosmos than ever before. But as awe-inspiring as these images are, data about the history of the Universe being collected by the telescope are perhaps even more mind-blowing. In this episode, we catch up with Sky at Night Presenter Dr Maggie Aderin-Pocock to talk about her new book Webb's Universe: The Space Telescope Images that Reveal our Cosmic History. She tells us how the telescope is shedding new light on what we know about the birth of stars and galaxies, how it's teaching us more about the structure and atmospheres of distant exoplanets and what she's most excited about it discovering in the future. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

Nachdem wir uns ein wenig über Mozilla aufgeregt haben sprechen wir über das neue "Sicherheitspaket", was viel bewirkt, aber wenig Sicherheit schafft. Weiterhin beklagen wir die aktuelle Entwicklung rund um die Chatkontrolle in der EU, die sich jetzt durch ein rechtslastiges Parlament und die ungarische Ratspräsidentschaft wieder anschickt, Ärger zu machen. Dann blicken wir noch auf das Kräftemessen zwischen Meta und der Deutschen Telekom im Hinblick auf das Peering und die damit verknüpften Fragen zur Netzneutralität, das LibGen-Urteil und den anstehenden 38C3.

The Cognitive Crucible is a forum that presents different perspectives and emerging thought leadership related to the information environment. The opinions expressed by guests are their own, and do not necessarily reflect the views of or endorsement by the Information Professionals Association. During this episode, Remi Whiteside discusses his Ph.D. research and dissertation which is entitled: Peering into US Army Media, Information, and Data Literacy Fundamentals against Malign Information in the Open Information Environment: A Qualitative Case Study. According to Remi Whiteside, the US Army currently has no institutionalized program-of-record for educational development, uniquely designed for its population of uniformed Information Professionals in training to detect, analyze, and scrutinize malign information in the Open Information Environment. Unlike its peer services, the US Army does not perceive malign information, a reimagined tool of ideological subversion, as a high-caliber threat so far as to invest the time, money, or resources into critical, foundational metaliteracy competencies needed for its Information Professionals for the Open Information Environment.  Recording Date: 1 Aug 2024 Research Question: Remi Whiteside suggests an interested student ask–in relation to media and information—how do narratives derived from the Open Information Environment shape servicemembers' metanarratives and do these metanarratives conflict with military identity? Resources: Peering into US Army Media, Information, and Data Literacy Fundamentals against Malign Information in the Open Information Environment: A Qualitative Case Study Syntactic Structures by Noam Chomsky Rhet Ops: Rhetoric and Information Warfare (Composition, Literacy, and Culture) by Jim Ridolfo and William Hart-Davidson NOEMA Magazine Link to full show notes and resources Guest Bio: Remington Whiteside is an active-duty Chief Warrant Officer in the US Army, career education, and academic researcher into MIDLE (media, information, and data literacy education) and M2DP (malinformation, misinformation, disinformation, propaganda). He started his career as an enlisted Cryptologic Linguist, with work in strategic, SOF, and training environments. He metamorphosed to Signals Intelligence Warrant Officer, specializing in tactical SIGINT, COMINT, OSINT, PAI, OPSEC, and Intelligence Support to Cyber and Electromagnetic Warfare (EW) training as an Observer-Coach-Trainer at Fort Johnson, Louisiana at the Joint Readiness Training Center. Remi holds an undergraduate degree in Middle Eastern studies, a graduate degree in Applied Linguistics with a focus on Computational Linguistics, and a Doctor of Philosophy degree in Education. He is lovingly supported by his wife Sara and his three children: Evolette, Torben, and Soren. About: The Information Professionals Association (IPA) is a non-profit organization dedicated to exploring the role of information activities, such as influence and cognitive security, within the national security sector and helping to bridge the divide between operations and research. Its goal is to increase interdisciplinary collaboration between scholars and practitioners and policymakers with an interest in this domain. For more information, please contact us at communications@information-professionals.org. Or, connect directly with The Cognitive Crucible podcast host, John Bicknell, on LinkedIn. Disclosure: As an Amazon Associate, 1) IPA earns from qualifying purchases, 2) IPA gets commissions for purchases made through links in this post.

The inaugural episode of The Eschaton Review, a podcast within a podcast. Peering down upon the globe from his Extremely Above Ground Bunker, in solitude, Josh will relay the events unfolding on the fractitious Earth below. Today, the following happenings were monologued about:Nicolás Maduro declares Christmas to be on October 1st this year. Who Does He Think He Is, Saint Nicolás Maduro?, Remarks John Bolton, Other Assholes.The Venezualan government stole Air Force One. Or possibly it's the other way around, and US goverment stole Venezuala's presidential airplane. I'm sure both situations would get the level and tenor of media coverage, right?The Canadian government is afraid to be embarassed by giving asylum to 900+ Waffen SS Nazi soldiers. Whoopsie doodle, eh? Soarree about all the Nazis, eh?South Korea's deeply conservative President Yoon may well appoint a religious lunatic who opposes the very concept of human rights to the position of chairman of the National Human Rights Commission of Korea.Tokyo's gubenatorial election has brought out some very colorful characters.The Japanese government condemns Lindsey Graham for being an evil, bloviating, human-shaped demon. Finally.The Chinese exist...BUT AT WHAT COST?!?! A historical look back up the immediate aftermath of the Trump earsassination and which nationality was instantly blamed by the New York Post. China creates a meltdown-proof nuclear power plant. Does laps around the world with wind and solar power.Two Good Jewish Boys record the World's Most Immoral Podcast.Germany's AfD Party wins state election, the first far-right government to do so since, you know who. He had a mustache and wrote extensively about his "struggle."The UK reduces a tiny fraction of it's weapons shipments to Israel. It's so small that it's worse than not doing anything at all.Yemen continues to dominate the Red Sea, US Navy humiliated, solidarity with Palestine intact.Special thanks to KNOWER for the repurposed episode title and vocal sample in the intro music.Commiserate on Discord: discord.gg/aDf4Yv9PrYSupport: patreon / buzzsproutNever Forget: standwithdanielhale.orgEpisode Notes, Sources, Et ceteraMore From Joshua Nomen-MutatioSome Fiction WritingAn ongoing novel: The Feeding StageA short story: Lydia's DriveA short story: The Form AwardsLocationless Locationsheatdeathpod.comEvery show-related link is corralled and available here.Twitter: @heatdeathpodPlease send all Letters of Derision, Indifference, Inquiry, Mild Elation, et cetera to: Send us a textSupport the show

Hey everybody! Episode 139 of the show is out. In this episode, I spoke with Seth Lorinczi. Seth is a writer who recently published a book entitled Death Trip: A Post-Holocaust Psychedelic Memoir. We spoke about his background, his involvement in the punk music scene in Washington D.C. and Portland, psychedelics and ayahuasca, MDMA therapy and how it saved his marriage, his book and journey of identity, ancestral and generational trauma, and many other topics. Seth has a really interesting story and a lot to share and I think you all will gain a lot from this interview. As always, to support this podcast, get early access to shows, bonus material, and Q&As, check out my Patreon page below. Enjoy!This episode is sponsored by Real Mushrooms. As listeners, visit their website to enjoy a discount of 25% off your first order: https://www.realmushrooms.com/universe“I've never been much of a joiner. After an early childhood trauma—the sudden death of my mother, when I was four—I found it hard to believe in much of anything. The election of Ronald Reagan, when I was nine, only underscored the feeling that the world didn't make much sense. Then, when I was eleven, my school got funding to purchase new telescopes and the science teacher gave the battered old ones away to interested students. I was one of them, and that telescope changed my life.Peering through the eyepiece and watching the surface of the Moon unroll itself before me, I felt a powerful sense of homecoming. Gazing at the terminator—the line that divides the light and dark sides of the Moon—I felt there was something here for me, a riddle I'd gazed at my whole life but never understood.Ever since then I've been on a mission to explore this place, whether through psychedelics or my time in the D.C. punk scene. I sensed there was something beyond what I saw with my own two eyes, something that might explain the sense of unreality I'd felt ever since I was young. What I was writing towards, I only see now, was a sense of belonging.”To learn more about or contact Seth, visit his website at: https://www.sethlorinczi.com/To view the recent documentary about us, Sacred Tobacco, visit: https://youtu.be/KB0JEQALI_wIf you enjoy the show, it's a big help if you can share it via social media or word of mouth. And please Subscribe or Follow and if you can go on Apple Podcasts and leave a starred-rating and a short review. This is super helpful with the algorithms and getting this show out to more people. Thank you in advance!For more information about me and my upcoming plant medicine retreats with my colleague Merav Artzi, visit my site at: https://www.NicotianaRustica.orgTo book an integration call with me, visit: https://jasongrechanik.setmore.comSupport this podcast on Patreon:https://www.patreon.com/UniverseWithinDonate directly with PayPal:https://www.paypal.me/jasongrechanikMusic courtesy of: Nuno Moreno (end song). Visit: https://m.soundcloud.com/groove_a_zen_sound and https://nahira-ziwa.bandcamp.com/ And Stefan Kasapovski's Santero Project (intro song). Visit: https://spoti.fi/3y5Rd4Hhttps://www.facebook.com/UniverseWithinPodcasthttps://www.instagram.com/UniverseWithinPodcast

Peering into the chaos that is the next democrat platform. They want to use the DOJ to go after red states. Anita Dunn is a committed communist who is making sure Democrats are more like the chicoms. How it feels to run a small business in blue areas. What's happening September 18th. The caliber of person our leaders are letting into the country. Medal of Honor: Vito Bertoldo - From kitchen patrol to heavy gunner. See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Wizawhat swings on by the show to dig into the heart, mind, and soul of making video essays and retrospectives. You can download a copy of this episode's transcript here. Show Notes The Outer Wilds Club How Outer Wilds Shook Me To My Core Joining the Outer Wilds Club My Journey to Becoming a Map Maker – Max's First Essay Zelda Stole Fortnite's Best Mechanic – Max's Second Essay MFP20 - “A Gift to the Zelda Community” with Javed Sterritt The Legend of Zelda Trading Cards Overwatch Clones How Overwatch Made Me A Leader Deadlock Hits Over 18,000 Concurrent Players Overwatch 2 x Cowboy Bebop (Whenever you can link to Tank! link to Tank!) Monstrer Retrospectives I Played EVERY Star Fox Game…Here's What I Learned I Played EVERY Pikmin Game to Prepare for Pikmin 4 Is This Pikmin's Turning Point? The History of Breath of the Wild The Legacy and History of Nintendo's Super Smash Bros. Chasing the Stick: The History of Naughty Dog during the PS4 Era Did You Know Gaming? shumplations “I Hate This Game” – Brian Henken Writing and Deadlines I'M PIZZA TOWER PILLED Every Tool's a Hammer: Life is What You Make It Walking Away from Paper Mario Wiz's Announcement Chapter Select Season 1 – Paper Mario On Writing: A Memoir of the Craft Sea of Stars is Building Towards Something Bigger Packaging a Video The Games Saving 3D Platforming I Miss the Old Nintendo i am a dot. Games Where You're NOT the Main Character Gaming for a Non-Gamer New Tenet Trailer Premiering in Fortnite Iron Pineapple Behind the Scenes of Zelda Stole Fortnite's Best Mechanic Wizawhat - Wizawhat's YouTube Channel - Wizawhat's Patreon - @wizawhat's Twitter Max Frequency - Max's home online Chapter Select - A seasonal, retrospective podcast where we bounce back and forth between a series exploring its evolution, design, and legacy.

Just a reminder that Happy Times and Places will be released once a week (rather than the usual twice) during August and September. Holidays innit? Let's hope there are no technical problems with this episode (there were for part two, sorry) but it wouldn't be a surprise if there were. This story seems compelled to make itself somehow unreachable, intagible, opaque. Peering through the gloom to discern its qualities is Mark Wright (no, not that one, or that one) but what will he chose as his favourite thing? Will he take host Toby to the cleaners (or rather, Hayhoe Laundries) or end up buried under a pile of gravel in a moment of gratuitous brilliance?   #doctorwho #doctorwhoreaction #doctorwhocommentary #doctorwhocomedian #tobyhadoke #doctorwhofacts #positivedoctorwho #classicdoctorwho Please support these podcasts on Patreon, where you will get advance releases, exclusive content (including a patron-only podcast - Far Too Much Information), regular AMAs and more. Tiers start from as little as £3 per month: patreon.com/tobyhadoke  Or there is Ko-fi for the occasional donation with no commitments: ko-fi.com/tobyhadoke Follow Toby on Twitter: @tobyhadoke And these podcasts: @HadokePodcasts And his comedy club: @xsmalarkey www.tobyhadoke.com for news, blog, mailing list and more.    

Peering behind the comms curtain at the world's most famous particle physics lab

J.J. and Dr. Ephraim Kanarfogel comment on the happenings in Medieval Ashkenaz and add their spin on to the era of the Tosafists. Follow us on Twitter (X) @JewishIdeas_Pod to get into arguments with other listeners about Rabbeinu Tam or the Rash MiSchantz. Please rate and review the the show in the podcast app of your choice!We welcome all complaints and compliments at podcasts@torahinmotion.orgFor more information visit torahinmotion.org/podcastsDr. Ephraim Kanarfogel is the E. Billi Ivry University Professor of Jewish History, Literature and Law at Yeshiva University's Bernard Revel Graduate School of Jewish Studies. Among his books are Jewish Education and Society in the High Middles Ages (1992); Peering through the Lattices: Mystical, Magical and Pietistic Dimensions in the Tosafist Period (2000); The Intellectual History and Rabbinic Culture of Medieval Ashkenaz (2013); and Brothers from Afar: Rabbinic Approaches to Apostasy and Reversion in Medieval Europe (2021), all published by Wayne State University Press. In addition, he is the author of more than one hundred articles in the fields of medieval Jewish intellectual history and rabbinic literature. Professor Kanarfogel is a Fellow of the American Academy for Jewish Research, and he serves, along with Prof. Jay Berkovitz, as Editor-in-Chief of the academic journal Jewish History. He has been a long-term fellow at the Center for Advanced Jewish Studies at the University of Pennsylvania, and he has held visiting appointments at Penn and at Ben-Gurion University of the Negev. Professor Kanarfogel has won the National Jewish Book Award for scholarship, the Jordan Schnitzer Book Award in Medieval Jewish History from the Association of Jewish Studies; and the prestigious Goren-Goldstein International Book Award for the Best Book in Jewish Thought, 2010-2013.

Quantum mechanics, which arose from the necessity to describe events beyond classical physics, entails the quantization of energy and wave particle duality, which are fundamental notions introduced by Planck, Einstein, and de Broglie. Heisenberg's Uncertainty Principle and Schrödinger's wavefunction formalism define quantum systems' probabilistic nature. Quantum field theory (QFT) applies these ideas to fields, characterizing particles as excitations within them, which is critical for understanding forces in the Standard Model of particle physics. Quantum computing, which takes advantage of qubits' superposition and entanglement, promises solutions to problems that classical computers cannot solve, including quantum error correction and encryption to ensure safe communication. Experimental developments such as Bose-Einstein condensates and quantum dots allow for precise control and observation of quantum systems.Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/library-of-philosophy--5939304/support.

In the heart of an ancient forest, high above the ground, nestled a small bird's nest. In it lived a young bird named Chirp, who had never left the safety of his home. Chirp's mother had always provided food and warmth, but the day had come for Chirp to learn independence."Today is the day you must learn to fly," Chirp's mother said, nudging him gently. Her eyes were filled with a mix of pride and sadness. Chirp flapped his wings nervously, looking down at the vast world below.With a deep breath, Chirp leapt from the nest. The wind rushed through his feathers as he wobbled and flailed. He soared briefly, feeling the thrill of freedom, before a gust of wind caught him off guard. He tumbled through the air, trying to regain control.As he fell, he saw the small village at the edge of the forest. He tried to angle his descent towards a clearing, but his inexperience betrayed him. Chirp plummeted into an old, abandoned well, crashing against the cold stone walls as he went down. At the bottom, he lay dazed and injured on a pile of rocks.The village children, who often played near the well, heard the commotion and rushed over. Peering down, they saw Chirp struggling weakly. Instead of helping, they began to laugh."Look at the silly bird!" one boy shouted, spitting down the well."Can't even fly right!" another jeered, throwing a small stone that hit Chirp's wing.Chirp, in his pain and confusion, could do nothing but watch as more stones rained down. His breaths grew shallow. The mocking laughter and taunts of the children echoed around him, a cruel soundtrack to his final moments.With a last, shuddering breath, Chirp's eyes closed forever. The village children eventually grew bored and left, their laughter lingering in the air long after they had gone.In the end, the forest grew silent once more, the tale of Chirp's tragic attempt at independence lost to the wind that whispered through the trees. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

In this episode, Ben Dalton talks with us about VPCs: How you should connect them, why you should connect them, and which services are best in which use cases! 00:00 - Intro 03:20 - What is VPC Peering? 06:38 - Problem scenario 12:45 - When to use other options 18:47 - Conclusion 20:48 - Q&A Resources: https://github.com/b-dalton https://medium.com/@b-dalton/using-vpc-peering-to-enable-private-inter-vpc-communication-a5c0f52150b9 __________ DISCLOSURES ❤ This description contains affiliate links that allow you to find the items mentioned in this video and support the channel at no cost to you. vBrownBag is a participant in the Amazon Services LLC Associates Program, an affiliate advertising program designed to provide a means for sites to earn advertising fees by advertising and linking to www.amazon.com. Thank you for your support! __________ *About #vBrownBag * SUBSCRIBE! https://www.youtube.com/@vbrownbag Socials: LinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/company/vbrownbag Threads: https://www.threads.net/@vbrownbag Twitter: https://twitter.com/vBrownBag Facebook: https://facebook.com/vBrownBag Apple Podcasts: http://bit.ly/vbrownbagitunes https://vBrownBag.com is a community of people who believe in helping other people. Specifically, we work in IT infrastructure and we help other people in the IT industry to better their careers through education. Our most frequent activity is producing the vBrownBag podcast. vBrownBag also attends global conferences to produce TechTalks and theater sessions. *About vBrownBag Podcasts* The vBrownBag crew host podcasts where community members present on topics that will help others in the community. Some podcast series are aimed at helping people achieve certifications. Other podcasts help community members learn an entirely new subject area like storage, automation, programming, and more! The podcast has been running weekly since 2010. *vBrownBag TechTalks* The vBrownBag crew love IT conferences, the only place where we actually see each other, the awesome people who are our presenters and the community members who follow the podcast. The conferences are also a great place to generate some more community learning content. More about vBrownBag: https://vbrownbag.com/brownbags/what-is-vbrownbag/ Intro music attribution: Artist - MaxKoMusic

It's no secret that the bar for startups to land a Series A has risen, but has it risen too high? According to Jenny Fielding, a co-founder and Managing Partner at Everywhere Ventures, startups are facing what she calls “The Series A Chasm.” In a post on X this month, Fielding said, “there's a huge backlog of seed stage companies with nice traction – just not $3m ARR + 30% MOM growth kinda traction.” The post sparked a conversation online, and Fielding joined Haje Kamps on Equity to talk through it all. Looking beyond Fielding's portfolio, we can see that the early stage storm has been brewing for quite some time. According to data from Crunchbase, seed companies have raised about $7 billion so far this year, which is down $1 billion year over year and down significantly in the later stages. Crunchbase has even taken to calling this a moment of “extended adolescence” for startups, with an increase in companies raising $5 million+ seed rounds instead of a Series A. Of course, this meant we had to address the AI elephant in the room, and the $135 million seed round Musk's xAI raised last December. Note that after 6 months, the company behind Grok has already announced a $6 billion Series B round. It was an interesting chat, so press play and join the conversation!Equity is TechCrunch's flagship podcast, produced by Theresa Loconsolo, and posts every Monday, Wednesday and Friday. Subscribe to us on Apple Podcasts, Overcast, Spotify and all the casts.You also can follow Equity on X and Threads, at @EquityPod. For the full episode transcript, for those who prefer reading over listening, check out our full archive of episodes over at Simplecast. Credits: Equity is produced by Theresa Loconsolo with editing by Kell. Bryce Durbin is our Illustrator. We'd also like to thank the audience development team and Henry Pickavet, who manages TechCrunch audio products.

Show Up Fitness helped Angie pass her NASM and now she's a personal trainer at EOS Fitness in Dallas. A mom turning her passion for fitness into a career! Her stirring tale reveals the integral support from Show Up Fitness and our YouTube channel, which turbocharged her study routine. Angie's journey isn't merely about acing exams; it's a deep dive into the essence of authenticity within the fitness realm, the transformative power of mentorship, and hands-on experiences that hone the craft of a trainer. Her story is a beacon, illuminating the path for those who tread the intricate landscape of personal training with passion and a desire to genuinely impact their clientele.As we unpack the artistry and science behind personal training, Angie shares her empathetic and adaptable methods for engaging clients, especially those with intricate medical histories. She champions the profound connection between trainer and client, advocating for tailored, succinct workouts that hold enjoyment and benefit at their forefront. Angie's narrative offers a wellspring of wisdom on striking that delicate equilibrium between gym protocols and individual client needs, an approach that speaks volumes to both novice and veteran trainers looking to elevate their sessions beyond the conventional.Peering further into the practical aspects of a trainer's life, Angie offers up her playbook for crafting bespoke programs, highlighting her use of the CCA structure to keep workouts efficient and engaging, even amidst bustling gym floors. As we round out our discussion, we invite you on the continued adventure with a glimpse into the release of my upcoming book and the seminar trail ahead. For those hungry for a dose of Angie's daily inspiration, follow AngieDHFit on Instagram, and stay tuned for the wealth of tips and real-life insights shared in our exchange.Want to ask us a question? Email email info@showupfitness.com with the subject line PODCAST QUESTION to get your question answered live on the show! Our Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/showupfitnessinternship/?hl=enTikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@showupfitnessinternshipWebsite: https://www.showupfitness.com/Become a Personal Trainer Book (Amazon): https://www.amazon.com/How-Become-Personal-Trainer-Successful/dp/B08WS992F8Show Up Fitness Internship & CPT: https://online.showupfitness.com/pages/online-show-up?utm_term=show%20up%20fitnessNASM study guide: ...

Join Kabir Syed, founder and CEO of Ennabl, for an electrifying exploration of leadership, entrepreneurship, and technological transformation. ✅ Join over 10,000 newsletter subscribers: https://go.ryanhanley.com/ ✅ For daily insights and ideas on peak performance: https://www.linkedin.com/in/ryanhanley ✅ Subscribe to the YouTube show: https://youtube.com/ryanmhanleyConnect with Kabir SyedWebsite: https://www.ennabl.com/LinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/in/kabirsyed/Peering into the entrepreneurial mind, Kabir shares his infectious enthusiasm for the startup world and entrepreneurship, diving into the resonant highs and educational lows that shape the journey. Our dialogue peels back layers on the team dynamics that drive success, illuminating how embracing diverse inputs at every level can turn the gears of innovation and solidify a company's culture.In an era when artificial intelligence is rewriting the rules, the way we build relationships with customers and team members alike is undergoing a seismic shift. This episode reveals how Enable's customer-centric philosophy is shaping an industry, crafting experiences that transcend the transactional and foster loyalty. We also unpack recruiting strategies that are integral to growing a business that's not only forward-thinking but also deeply human, considering the shifting personal and professional needs of the talent that powers our enterprises.As the waves of AI advancement crest on the horizon, we ponder the future of decision-making and how technology will redefine roles across sectors, especially within insurance. With Kabir's guidance, we confront the challenges and opportunities AI presents, understanding that it's not about technology replacing people but about how those who leverage AI will chart the course for the future. Tune in for an episode that doesn't scratch the surface but dives deep into what it takes to thrive in the transformative landscape of business and technology.

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Prepare to embark on a journey with Bizzy Gold, the visionary behind Break Method, as we peel back the layers of emotional addiction and the life-altering quest for purpose. In a world where past traumas silently script our future, we uncover the powerful influence of childhood experiences and discuss the potential of breaking free from the chains of generational patterns. My own perspective on choosing a life without children intersects with Bizzy's insights, offering a mosaic of viewpoints on legacy, healing, and the pursuit of a life that resonates with one's true self.We navigate the complex terrain of early emotional development, scrutinizing the cycle of responses from fear to anger, and how they shape our adult relationships. The discussion dives into the challenging concept of embracing our entire selves, questioning if this includes the darker facets of our personalities, and the role of labels and negative self-talk inherited from our younger years. Bizzy Gold's alternative approach through Break Method offers a beacon of hope, demonstrating that transformative change is achievable without the exhaustion of reliving the past.Peering into the nuances of intuition versus instinct, we arm you with the knowledge to discern the whispers of genuine insight over the clamor of protective urges. This episode is a testament to the courage required for emotional metamorphosis, as Bizzy Gold guides us through the labyrinth of our minds. By the end, you'll feel inspired and ready to take those first decisive steps towards not just rewriting your story, but also contributing to the collective narrative of a healthier, more self-aware society. Join us for this profound exploration of self, and emerge with a newfound determination to chart your path to emotional freedom.#BreakingFree #EmotionalAddiction #PurposeQuest #GenerationalPatterns #ChildlessByChoice #LegacyHealing #TrueSelfJourney #EmotionalDevelopment #FearToAngerCycle #AdultRelationships #EmbraceYourWholeSelf #DarkSideAcceptance #NegativeSelfTalk #BreakMethod #BizzyGold #TransformativeChange #IntuitionVsInstinct #EmotionalMetamorphosis #MindLabyrinth #RewriteYourStory #CollectiveHealing #PathToEmotionalFreedom #SelfAwareSociety #ChartYourPath #TheseFukkenFeelingsPodcast #TraumaIsExpensiveSupport the show

In the 1960s, one hopeful British psychiatrist hoped he could prevent disaster—not with science, but with the supernatural. For a number of years. Dr. John Barker's “Premonition Bureaus” collected psychic visions with a single goal: stopping tragedy before it could strike.  Hosted by Laurah Norton  Researched by Anna Luria  Edited by Laurah Norton and Maura Currie  Produced and Engineered by Maura Currie  Works Cited: Bastian, Jonathan. “Predicting the future: The true story of the Premonitions Bureau.” KCRW [Santa Monica, California], 16 Jul. 2022, Accessed May 2023.  Britannica, The Editors of Encyclopaedia. "Nicosia.” Encyclopedia Britannica, 18 Jan. 2023, Accessed May 2023. Cope, Michael. “Premonition: Royal Family to Face Scandal?” The Des Moines Register, 21 Nov. 1972. Accessed May 2023.  Cummins, Anthony. “The Premonitions Bureau by Sam Knight review - the press, psychiatry and the paranormal.” The Guardian, 03 May 2022. Accessed May 2023.  Freeman, Sue. “A woman's intuition…” Liverpool Echo, 05 Feb. 1973. Accessed May 2023.  Gladstone, Bill. “Future Watch.” The Gazette [Montreal, Canada], 12 Jan. 1980. Accessed May 2023.  Harrison, Dave. “Does Mr. Spock figure in your dreams?” Leicester Chronicle, 01 Jun. 1979. Accessed May 2023.  Irwin, Theodore. “Can Some People See into the FUTURE?” The Pantagraph, 04 May 1969. Accessed May 2023.  Knight, Sam. “The Psychiatrist Who Believed People Could Tell The Future.” The New Yorker, 25 Feb. 2019. Accessed May 2023.  Mail Reporter, Evening. “The ‘early-warning premonition bureau.'” Birmingham Evening Mail, 06 Feb. 1968. Accessed May 2023.  Post Reporter, Birmingham. “A Bureau to avert disasters?” The Birmingham Post, 28 Feb. 1968. Accessed May 2023.  Spraggett, Allen. “Was the premonition a dream or truth?” The Victorian, 06 May 1974. Accessed May 2023.  “4 Britons among 124 dead in plane crash.” Birmingham Evening Mail and Despatch, 20 Apr. 1967, p. 18. Accessed May 2023.  “Hitching Hopes To the Stars.” Muncie Evening Press, 10 Jun. 1969. Accessed May 2023.  “Miss Future…” Evening Post, 06 Feb. 1973. Accessed May 2023.  “Peering into the future - some just have the knack.” Calgary Herald, 13 Dec. 1972. Accessed May 2023.  “Royal Puppies.” Evening Standard [London, Greater London, England], 23 Sep. 1971. Accessed May 2023.  “Soyuz 1.” NASA Space Science Data Coordinated Archive, NASA Official, 28 Oct. 2022. Accessed May 2023.  “The future is theirs to see.” Evening Post, 07 Jan. 1975. Accessed May 2023.  Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

While on vacation in Colombia, a tourist is left terror-stricken after spotting something peeking through their window late at night... Follow Be. Busta on Insta: @Be.Busta To listen to the podcast on YouTube: http://bit.ly/BeScaredYT Don't forget to subscribe to the podcast for free wherever you're listening or by using this link: http://bit.ly/BeScaredPod If you want to support the show, and get all the episodes ad-free go to: https://bescared.supercast.com/ If you like the show, telling a friend about it would be amazing! You can text, email, Tweet, or send this link to a friend: http://bit.ly/BeScaredPod If you would like to submit a story for the chance to have it narrated on this channel, please send your story to the following email: Bish.Busta@gmail.com Music: All music was taken from Myuuji's channel and Incompetech by Kevin Mcleod which can be found here: https://www.youtube.com/user/myuuji http://incompetech.com/  Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

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Today we witness an unprecedented meeting of minds as leaders from Perpetual Traffic and Marketing School, Ralph Burns, Eric Sue, Neil Patel, and Kasim Aslam, come together for a comprehensive discussion on the future of digital marketing. This episode transcends the typical discourse, venturing into the depths of marketing strategy evolution, where the boundaries between performance marketing and brand development begin to merge into innovative new practices. The quartet explores the multifaceted nature of SEO, content strategy, and the digital agency ecosystem, offering nuanced insights into adapting to algorithm changes, optimizing content to engage the desired audience, and converting challenges into opportunities for strategic growth. This conversation serves as an invaluable resource for professionals within the digital marketing sphere, from agency veterans to emerging marketers. It's a strategic guide illuminated by the expertise and humor of its participants, promising to both educate and inspire listeners towards actionable innovation in their marketing endeavors. Join us for this masterclass episode that not only aims to inform but also to invigorate your marketing approach with fresh perspectives and expert guidance.Chapters:00:00:00 - Kickoff: Unveiling the Digital Marketing Titans' Summit00:01:51 - Peering into Tomorrow: Redefining Marketing Agencies00:03:04 - The Titans Converge: A Groundbreaking Podcast Fusion00:07:15 - Agency Evolution: Navigating Through Digital Transformations00:13:35 - Forecasting Value: Agencies' Role in the Next Digital Decade00:18:39 - Tech's Tectonic Shifts: Revolutionizing Marketing Strategies00:23:55 - Competitive Edge: Mastering the Market's Maze00:25:50 - The Podcast Purchase Path: A Tale of Tactical Acquisition00:26:37 - Deal Dynamics: The Fine Art of Negotiation Unveiled00:28:57 - Amplifying Influence: Podcasting's Pivotal Role in Modern Business00:34:35 - AI's Creative Canvas: Transforming Content Generation00:41:12 - Branding vs. SEO: Charting the Course Towards Holistic Performance00:47:16 - United We Stand: The Unstoppable Force of Marketing CollaborationLINKS AND RESOURCES:Tier 11 JobsPerpetual Traffic on YouTubeTiereleven.comSolutions 8 Perpetual Traffic SurveyPerpetual Traffic WebsiteFollow Perpetual Traffic on TwitterConnect with Kasim on Twitter and Connect with Ralph on LinkedInThanks so much for joining us this week. Want to subscribe to Perpetual Traffic? Have some feedback you'd like to share? Connect with us on iTunes and leave us a review!