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NASCAR legend Kyle Busch and his wife, Samantha, stop by the kitchen on their way to the Daytona 500… and we talk about everything from Kyle's career to Samantha's cooking content. And, while we chat - I make a Sweet Tea Fried Chicken Sandwich with pimento cheese and Alabama White Sauce – in honor of Race Day! Follow Kyle Busch: https://www.instagram.com/rowdybusch Follow Samantha Busch: https://www.instagram.com/samanthabusch This episode is brought to you by NASCAR. It's all happening this Sunday, April 27th at 3 PM Eastern on FOX. This episode is brought to you by Shopify. Sign up for a $1 per month trial period at https://shopify.com/burning SUBSCRIBE so you never miss a video https://bit.ly/3DC1ICg Stream LUCKY on Netflix https://www.netflix.com/title/81713944 Register to join us in Tampa, FL (or virtually) for the 2 Bears, 5K on May 4, 2025! https://www.2bears5k.com PERMISSION TO PARTY WORLD TOUR is on sale now: http://www.bertbertbert.com/tour For all things BERTY BOY PRODUCTIONS: https://bertyboyproductions.com For MERCH: https://store.bertbertbert.com/ Follow Me! Facebook: http://www.Facebook.com/BertKreischer Instagram: http://www.Instagram.com/bertkreischer YouTube: http://www.YouTube.com/user/Akreischer TikTok: http://www.TikTok.com/@bertkreischer Threads: https://www.threads.net/@bertkreischer X: http://www.Twitter.com/bertkreischer Text Me: https://my.community.com/bertkreischer Sweet Tea Chicken Sandwich w/ pimento cheese + Ramen Coleslaw Sweet Tea Chicken: Sauce: * ¾ cup mayonnaise * ¼ cup buttermilk * ¼ cup distilled white vinegar * 1 TBSP fresh cracked pepper * 1 ½ tsp dark brown sugar * 1 ½ tsp kosher salt * ½ tsp Dijon mustard * ½ tsp garlic powder * ½ tsp Worcestershire sauce * 1/8 tsp cayenne pepper 1. Whisk all ingredients until smooth. Pimento Cheese: * 3 cups shredded extra-sharp cheddar cheese * 8 ounces cream cheese * ½ cup mayonnaise * 1 jar diced pimentos, drained * 1 jalapeno pepper, minced * ¼ tsp garlic powder * ¼ tsp cayenne pepper * ¼ tsp onion powder * Salt and pepper to taste 1. Mix all ingredients together until combined. Chicken: * 2 TBSP kosher salt * 1 tsp baking soda * 4 Cups Extra Sweet Tea * Skinless boneless chicken breasts * 1 ½ cups flour * ½ cup cornstarch * 2 tsp garlic powder * 1 tsp fresh cracked pepper * ¾ tsp cayenne pepper * Buttermilk * Brioche Buns * Heirloom tomatoes * Pickles 1. Mix sweet tea and baking soda. Add chicken to mixture, cover with lid and let sit for 1-12 hours before dredging and frying. After chicken has marinated, tenderize and flatten out. 2. Whisk flour, cornstarch, kosher salt, garlic powder, fresh cracked pepper, cayenne. Pour buttermilk into separate bowl. Dredge chicken back and forth between the two. 3. Heat air fryer to 380 and cook chicken for ~20 minutes, flipping halfway through. 4. Add chicken to buns, drizzle with white sauce, add heirloom tomatoes, pickles, and pimento cheese. Ramen Noodle Coleslaw: * 1 - 14 oz bag of coleslaw * 2 green onions, sliced * 1 – 3 oz package of chicken-flavored ramen * 4 TBS sugar * 2 TBS vegetable oil * 2 TBS sesame oil * 2 TBS seasoned rice vinegar * Slivered toasted almonds * Salt 1. Combine coleslaw, green onions, and crumbled/uncooked ramen noodles 2. Whisk sugar, vegetable oil, sesame oil, vinegar, seasoning packet from ramen noodles, and salt to taste 3. Pour dressing over the coleslaw mixture, sprinkle toasted almonds on top Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

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February 23, 2025

Emptiness.Based on a post by FinalStand, in 13 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Explicit Novels. I was a bit of a loss what to do as our sexual congress had gone in a totally different direction from what I had foreseen. Brandy seemed physically happy with the outcome yet her mind was conflicted. She slowly slipped to my right side before propping herself up. She didn't look at me. Her vision was locked onto her scattered articles of clothing.Dressing meant us heading back to my place then her having to confront Darius with all that had happened to her; and she'd liked being with me. She felt Darius was going to pierce any fable she created so leaving equated to pain and degradation for her. I believed Darius would punish her for his lousy planning. It was ludicrous to believe Brandy could entrap me.That might have been sadistic back-up plan. He could get one up on me, or blame Brandy for failing at the task he shoved upon her. Darius would beat her up over the failure. Brandy was so infatuated with him, she would willingly accept the fault was hers. His cruelty didn't excuse her stupidity, not in my mind. Still, I reached out and ran my fingers from mid-thigh to her underarm. That tickled so she turned to me and smiled.It was the first genuine sign of affection she'd ever shown me. I kept repeating the motion even after she put her head back on my chest. Brandy followed up her happy murmuring by stroking my cock. That turned into a hand-job. My pleasurable moans led to a blowjob and that graduated to a sixty-nine. I worked over her clit with my lips as I worked my fingers inside her vagina and ass hole.I was positive she'd had some intense anal sex this morning with Darius. Mom's forced enema hadn't helped her sphincter relax much at all. I fit two fingers inside her anus with little effort and, by her reaction, causing her nothing but sexual satisfaction. I admit I got carried away, altering between vaginal/anal intrusions, spanking her ass and unleashing my vitriol.I reminded her she'd treated me like filth beneath her heel, tried to have Darius bust me up, and he had failed, and I knew Darius had sent her to me today. He'd failed again, so had she and because of that I was going to own her ass multiple times before I let her go home. All of that blame and passion excited Brandy to a razor's edge.She was choking down my semen in no time. While she was nursing my cock (we were still '69'ing) back to health, I tore another climax from her. She was wearily working toward my third round when I enforced a bathroom and food break. I let this play out in the reverse of my experience, Mom and Dad.I followed Brandy around, hugging her from behind when she slowed down, or stopped. Initially she didn't know what to make of my snuggling affection though she quickly decided she liked it. She'd often lean back into my embrace. She also decided to open up a little bit. We were eating some Pimento Cheese sandwiches which she made while I poured us two tall glasses of lemonade.‘I like it when you spank my ass,' she mumbled around a mouthful of food. She wasn't being rude. She was giving herself an 'out' if I found her request annoying, or a cause for derision, a misunderstanding of what she'd said. I arched one eyebrow, stepped to her side, cupped her buttocks then gave the left one a sharp smack.‘I like that too,' I nodded hungrily. ‘You were right,' I added. She looked at me with curiosity. ‘You do give a good blowjob. I really liked it.' I didn't really know how to rate her. She was the second girl to ever give me fellatio, but the experience had been good for me. My simple praise put a spark back in her self-confidence.‘I told you I was,' she grinned triumphantly. I stepped up and gave her right buttock a quick slap.‘Don't forget I'm still angry with you,' I met her sultry gaze. A sexy side of her I'd never seen before shone forth. She was mixing fun and intercourse in a way new to her and she was finding the combination enjoyable.Without a doubt, Darius had played mind games with Brandy. My games were on a more direct level. I was still sure she was going to return to being Darius' fuck-slave and for the first time I felt sorry about that.‘What are you thinking about?' Brandy snuggled into me.‘I'm curious why you are still here,' I countered. That put her back into our ugly reality. She should be pushing me to take her back home, but she wasn't. ‘Let's go back to bed.' My offer evaporated her indecision. She took my hand and returned us to the bedroom. I spanked her exquisite ass a few more times on the way.Brandy made it clear what she wanted next. She crawled up to the head of the bed, put one pillow under her breast and a second one beneath her head all the while wiggling her ass in my direction. Lube; in the bedside table. I almost discounted it. Brandy was fairly loose. I still decided to err on the side of caution. I lubed up while she buried her face into a pillow in anticipation of what was to come.My trepidations were justified. Brandy's ass was an overly used tunnel. A few strokes verified that Brandy was only marginally enjoying the event all that much either. Diligence proved to be the most important Word of the Day. A dozen strokes in, Brandy gave a pleased grunt. I decided to alternate five slow, easy strokes followed by three rapid, hard and deep ones.That was the correct choice. Brandy began huffing and panting, thrusting back and giving her ass a clever twisting motion that increased the stimulation for us both. She knew what she was doing while I was a complete novice. I took her instruction and suggestions well, leading up to a thunderous orgasm on her part.Recalling her earlier request for post-climactic care, I took my penetrations nice and slow while she built back up her stamina. I couldn't explain it. Her anal passage was becoming just as snug as her vagina was, a perfect fit for my cock. The movement of my glans upon her back passage was driving her nuts.A few minutes of compassionate union saw Brandy forcing herself onto all fours. The look she gave me over her shoulder expressed an unspoken desire for my assistance. I took a stab at what she wanted by wrapping my arms around her waist and pulling her back up to my chest. My guess was almost what she intended. Brandy moved my hands to her breasts.Our height difference kept my kisses to the top of her head. I compensated by mauling her breasts, twirling her nipples and keeping up a rigorous breast play. She loved it. Brandy rocked back on my rod repeatedly, raising up then impaling herself with a downward push. I became absorbed in the sexual moment, losing track of whether this was one more orgasm for Brandy, or two.All I did know was when I finally came for the third time in this marathon coitus session, Brandy screamed like a banshee, shook as if she was having a seizure and then passed out. I couldn't immediately rouse her, so I quick-stepped (on my wobbly legs) to the bathroom, wetted a washcloth and rushed back to her side.I rubbed the cool cloth over her neck and cheeks until she revived. The collision of emotions in her eyes imparted a look I didn't then understand and would never forget. It was starting to get dark, so I recommended a shower before heading back. Brandy's silent depression wasn't something I could understand.She did hug me tight all the way home and made no protest when I snuck an arm around her waist as we went inside. We ran across Anita Turner, the downstairs maid, first.‘Ms. Carson, you need to call your Father,' she informed Brandy. She exhaled deeply, looked to me so I gave her my phone. Big Bob wanted confirmation that she was where she claimed to be.‘Yes Sir,' I stated. ‘We messed around the house for a bit, we have some swords, bows and stuff here; then we went out to the hunting lodge to make sure that it was habitable. You know, in case you, my Dad and my brothers want to go hunting when Deer Season comes around,' I bent the truth.That soothed Brandy's Dad though he did insist Brandy come straight home. She let him know her phone was kaput. I promised to give her a spare my Mom had. As I gave Brandy the phone, I reminded her that her father might check her phone log so she shouldn't make any other calls. I neglected to teach her how to clear that log, I was still fucking with Darius.Mom was sitting on the front porch swing as we stepped out the front door. I was planning on walking her to car because that felt like something a guy should do.‘I told you not to fuck any of my Sons,' Mom taunted Brandy. Her voice shocked us.‘I; ah,' Brandy stammered.‘Mom, is this really the time?' I intervened.‘Yes it is Vlad,' Mom informed me kindly. To Brandy she was less kind, ‘You stupid, insipid tramp. Do you regret doing my boy yet?'‘No,' Brandy protested.‘You will,' Mom chuckled. ‘You will.' I had no idea what she was talking about. Brandy flashed me a concerned look. My face held no answers so we headed to her car in silence. I gave her one unexpected kiss on the lips. She responded with a ravenous French kiss. I remained standing, a prisoner of my uncertainty, as she drove away.‘Mom?' I asked when I got back to the porch. ‘What are you talking about Brandy 'regretting sleeping with me'?'‘Vlad, you are a big boy,' Mom began. ‘You know I like sex, right?' I nodded. ‘Your Dad is the best fuck I've ever had, period, end of statement.'‘It is not just him either,' Mom chortled. ‘All of us Samsonov husband and brides feel that way about our mates. Despite my experience and willpower, I couldn't get away. The first time we had sex, your Dad and I, I knew it was the best cock I'd ever had and ever would have.'‘Gee; thanks, but no thanks for that crumb of information,' I grimaced.‘Vlad, you know I like to get my way in all things,' she made sure she had my attention. ‘I told you one month after that night with your father, I came back to him and have never been with anyone else. That's because after your Dad, all other sex was boring and pointless. I couldn't have an orgasm without your Father's help. It is like that with all the Samsonov's, men and women.'‘That's your Secret Weapon?' I scoffed. ‘Magic Dicks?' Mom laughed at me.‘You'll see. Wait until Wednesday, Thursday at the latest. Brandy's not all that strong-willed. She'll be begging you for a second round. I have no doubt,' Mom smiled knowingly. Why my Mom had finally wander off to fantasy land was my source of worry for the rest of the weekend.The further adventures of the Samsonov boys in Black Racist Tyranny.RetributionSunday was a family outing to Big Bob's for Sunday football. This time, seven other Sheriff's Deputies (with their families) were there as well. Even the scumbag Deputy who had face-fucked Brandy Friday night was there with his wife and three year old daughter. He had this big ole shit-eating grin on his face when his eyes lit on Big Bob's pride and joy.It didn't take Clarence Peterson, that was the mother-fucker's name, long to corner Brandy in a bathroom. The hunters, not realizing they were the hunted, was a running epidemic in this burgh. I made triple sure I didn't fall into any sort of complacency.‘Hey Brandy,' he sneered at my 'supposed girlfriend' as she tried to stand up from the toilet seat. ‘I need a little relief.'‘I don't think; ‘ she mumbled.‘Bitch, I'm not asking you to think,' he grabbed her hair. ‘I want you; ‘‘What?' I stepped into the room, closing the door behind us. ‘Dummy, you want what?'‘If you know what is good for you, you will walk the fuck out of here,' he challenged me.‘Good idea,' I snorted. ‘Why don't I go out to the party, trick that pretty wife of yours into a dark room and face-fuck her? How does that sound, nigger?' Yes, I was a White boy calling a Black cop 'nigger'. I had chosen my culturally bankrupt words carefully with the intent to incite.He stormed my way ready to put me in my place. He was equipped with law enforcement level basic hand-to-hand training. I'd been play-fighting that for half my life. I couldn't openly bruise him. An arm bar fit the bill for keeping in place while I landed punch after punch into his crotch until he was halfway to his knees and crying for his Mamma.‘Now before you decide to turn this misunderstanding into an incident,' I whispered my threat into his ear. ‘You might want to consider Big Bob's new security system and how one of my Brothers is getting a record of what you just pulled (a lie).'‘You came into another man's house and tried to rape his womenfolk,' I cautioned him. ‘How would you like it if someone treated your wife that way?' I could see the complete lack of empathy on his part.‘From here on out, you don't touch Brandy,' I continued.‘As far as I'm concerned, the way you treat any woman is your permission slip to do the same thing to your wife. We might even make you watch, you cock-less piece of shit. Keep it sheathed around anyone but your wife. Got it?'‘Fuck off you bastard,' he spat. Thank the Almighty for that BBC arrogance.I twisted his trapped arm up then planted two steel toed boot kicks into his already tenderized scrotum. He almost passed out from the pain.‘Vlad?' Brandy worried.‘It is okay Brandy,' I smiled at her. ‘Go out and stand by your Daddy. I'll be with you soon enough.'Out she went, leaving me with the asshat.‘Boy,' he hissed through his agony. ‘You are going to get; ‘‘Cool enough,' I shrugged. I leveraged him over to the toilet and shoved his face into the commode. Had he not interrupted Brandy, she would have had time to flush.I let him thrash about a good deal before bringing his face out of the water. He immediately got combative so back in he went. It took four trips to the fetid pool for him to realize he was on the wrong end of police brutality.‘Just so we are clear, Clarence,' I lectured him.‘All I want is some respect and fair treatment. You've crossed Big Bob, my Dad and now me,' I reminded him. ‘In my opinion we've almost balanced accounts. Act like a married man and like someone who swore an oath to serve and protect, everyone. You cross the line again, you can bet we Samsonovs will find out about it.'‘We will assume the incident is you serving notice that you've vacated the human race and you will be dealt with like the piece of trash you've become. We are not the fucking KKK, Butt-Monkey. I don't think any man is less than me until he proves it. You have a family, your cock stays at home. You have a daughter. Do you want her growing up happy only to get cornered in a bathroom by some asshole who thinks he has the right to violate her?'I let him go and stood back.‘We are done unless you fuck up again. Make an issue of this and I'll make sure your wife is gobbling Big Bob's cock before Thanksgiving. Clean yourself up and enjoy the party, Clarence,' I sneered. I left him there, kneeling on the floor before the porcelain altar.He had hate in his eyes; and he was scared too. Having broken both the law and the covenant of marriage, he'd painted himself into a corner. Things were going according to plan. Kick the BBCs in their masculinity. How we would defeat the sexual addiction angle was still a mystery to me.I was looking for both Brandy and Clarence's wife. Mom had gotten to the latter first and was already insinuating herself into the woman's confidence. She was a born con artist. I found Brandy alone by the pool, rather shaken up. She gave a slight jolt when I wrapped my arms around her from behind.‘Oh, it is you,' she sighed with relief.‘You are my girlfriend, Brandy. You don't need to be afraid of me,' I soothed her. 'That's right Brandy' was the message. 'You can have a boyfriend who fucks you silly yet doesn't treat you like crap and scares you.' Darius didn't have to be an abusive bastard. He chose to be.He choose to make Brandy the pawn in his rage against Whites in general and Sheriff Carson in particular. 'Black Rage'? That was an excuse for lashing out at the weak, defenseless, innocent and uninformed. Worse, it was insulting, to Blacks. Why would Black people be less emotionally mature than any other human beings? Just saying the phrase made me feel racist.By that reasoning, any person of any race could be excused for going nuts because their lives had been harsh enough. Funny; if a White man had spontaneous rage issues he would be committed to a mental health facility, or sent to prison, and then forced to take medicine and submit to therapy.Child abuse, torment, broken homes, poverty, drug abuse and persecution were all excuses used by serial killers too. I preferred to see Black people as people and accountable to that standard of civility I held myself to. In the same manner, they were worthy of all the respect I showed my Father as long as they didn't prove otherwise. The only person I could stop from being racist was me. The rest had to be held to their own standards, period, end of statement.‘Thanks Vlad,' she pushed into me.‘You know,' I rested my jaw on the top of her head. ‘Standing by the pool reminds me that I've never seen you in a bikini.' She gave me a weak elbow to the ribs.‘You've seen me naked,' she teased me. She twisted enough so she could look up at my face. ‘Have you forgotten that already?'‘Not likely,' I bent my body so that I could kiss the tip of her nose. That caught her off guard yet she quickly rewarded me with an ass wiggle. ‘I take that back,' I looked away. ‘I've completely forgotten about it. Maybe you could show me what I've been missing sometime soon.' I got another ass wiggle.‘You are impossible,' she remarked loudly.In unison we looked toward the grill in time to see Big Bob sending a satisfied smile our way.‘Parents,' I protested to her softly. ‘Can't I just hold you without your Daddy making a big deal about it?' I had to head off her anger with her Dad from poisoning the gains I'd been making.‘Oh God, yes,' she sighed. There was a long break in the conversation.‘Are you going to give me trouble about still seeing Darius?' she questioned me.‘I'm not going to lie to you. I'm not happy about it,' I hugged her tighter. ‘But, I'm a man of my word and I said I wouldn't stand in your way. Don't ask me not to hate him.'‘Why would you hate him?' Brandy prodded me. I knew what she wanted.‘I'm going to dislike any man who touches you, Brandy,' I nuzzled her hair. ‘White, Black, Yellow, Brown, Green, or Purple, I don't care. I know I can make you happier than Darius can. I'm man enough to trust you to figure that out on your own.' Another long pause.Big Bob was calling everyone over for their grilled meat of choice.‘What if he won't let me go?' she posed.‘Then I'll kick his ass and beat the crap out of every goon he puts between us,' I pledged. Brandy wanted a brutal competition as confirmation of her perceived self-worth.I took that sense of victory into Monday morning. I felt confident. I also had boarded up the proverbial windows and evacuated the low-lying areas because a hurricane was coming my way. There was no more confusion on Darius' part. I was the enemy he had to crush no matter what. My family would have to go down as well.It wasn't the smart move, but it was really his only move because calling for a truce wasn't in him. A real man would have looked at the possible costs versus the intended gains. Instead, a mad delusion gripped the opposition, Darius didn't give a damn about any of his supporters. His BBC culture encouraged him to think of every woman as a token to be taken from any man.It was insane for anyone to think they were safe from that toxin. What possible loyalties could have sprung from encouraging such insidious selfishness? It wasn't IF you would fuck a certain girl; it was when. Was a girl with a guy? She wouldn't always be under his protection and then it was BBC time. Would the guy get pissed his girl was being boinked?So? Girls were walking, talking sex orifices and that guy had just proved the girl who you thought was yours was really nothing but another cock-hungry slut. Very few women were truly respected anymore and those who thought they were safe had their heads hopelessly lost in the clouds. Wouldn't color save them? Why?The community had already given Black men a pass on predatory behavior toward Whites, forgetting they were people too. Exercising their BBCs gave them all the White cunt, lips and ass they could want. 'Want' being the key word. Black girls were just as sexually enticing as White girls. The boys were already skilled at violating their victims, willing, or unwilling.The same lies the BBCs told White girls work on Black girls too, because the truth they are nothing but hash-marks was too bitter a pill to swallow. Given his looks, natural talent and the thoughtless adoration of his community, Darius' blinding egotism was a given. The rest of the parasitical crowd had vested too much in their favored Son to restrain him now.That attitude greatly simplified the Samsonov stratagem to under-cut his latest efforts before they even got off the ground. He had racked up four more blackmail victims Friday night. Mom was taking that leverage away once school was in session by taking the evidence to the parents of the students in question. Painful? Yes.It was cauterizing the damage before Darius' crowd could turn it into a long festering wound. Our position was aided by the fact we didn't require the White families to do anything except to bring their kids into the loop. No active resistance was required, yet. All that was still coming. For me, it was another day in homeroom, talking with Kaelyne about her weekend.‘Hey Vlad,' Brandy's greeting had a bit more 'oomph' this morning. Taliyah was in her normal, tag-along spot with that accustomed slight smirk on her face. She was behind the times.‘Hey yourself, Brandy,' I smiled my girlfriend's way. ‘You look really nice today.' Brandy had been a bit unsure about the state of our détente. Taliyah and Kaelyne were floored by my propriety.‘Thanks, Vlad,' Brandy gave me a sultry twirl of her skirt before she sat down. She twisted to say something else, but my attention had already refocused on Kaelyne. I wasn't going to surrender my friendship with Kaelyne for Brandy.‘What where you saying about that female Peshmerga fighting against ISIS?' I picked up our conversation.Yep, petite Kaelyne was a gun-nut with a secret ambition to fight the patriarchal rapists of Mother Earth. She was enchanted by my tales of the Alaskan Wilderness and I found her; well, kinda neat. Kaelyne kept stammering her response while looking over my shoulder at Brandy. I followed that path back.‘Brandy, is there a problem?' I regarded her somewhat coldly.‘I wanted to talk to you about the Basketball team,' she kept shooting intimidation Kaelyne's way. The basketball angle was to remind Kaelyne I was a jock. Cheerleaders and jocks ran in the same social circles. Jocks and geeks didn't.The local twist on that quaint social custom was all the other athlete/jocks were Black, except for the token, 'Mamma paid my way onto the team' White boy; and now the Samsonov triplets. We three had no illusions about being welcomed by the Black athletic establishment. No matter what Brandy chose to believe, cheerleaders of both races were little more than easily accessible fuck-toys.My brothers had already razzed me about putting my cock into Brandy. None of us wanted anything to do with the rest of the cheerleader corps, though Mom insisted we consider the opportunity if it arose. That and give them the disinfectant treatment before penetrating any of their whore holes, and, due to the BBC preference to deep-throat and tea-bag their bitches, that included French kissing.‘I'll catch up with you at lunch,' I suggested. We knew that was Darius-time. There was nothing like creating a scheduling conflict with the onset of the new week and our new relationship.‘The Squad (cheerleading squad) has a practice meeting at lunch,' Brandy reminded me; that she and the girls were required as cock-sluts during lunch.‘How about we meet up at the end of lunch then?' I offered.‘Okay,' she turned her somewhat brittle smile to me. ‘As co-Captain of the Cheer Squad, I need to coordinate activities with all the athletic teams.' We had three school teams: football, basketball, and Track and Field. The third group didn't get Brandy's support.‘He's not likely to be selected team captain,' Taliyah pointed out. That was unfair. Very likely true, but still bigoted and biased.‘I'm hoping it will be Kaja,' I responded. ‘She's a hell of threat plus she'd got a good head for the game.'‘She's a girl,' all three girls around me spouted. Ms. Alice Thomas, our homeroom teacher, called things to order. We got the regular announcements out of the way and one 'gem'. The School Board had hired a new 'interim' Principal. He was, surprise, surprise, Black (I was actually wrong about that, more later). This time, he was a Canadian Black man.The morning was much the same as last week; more sneak attacks, slights and racial slurs. My brothers and I knew how the teachers would treat us. We had broken them down into three groups: the Racists (yeah, I know, Black People Can't be racists), the Cock-suckers (their BBC masters were pissed with us, so those teachers were pissed with us), and the Doomed (victims of blackmail forced to torment us).The Doomed were the nicest. Their heart wasn't in their efforts to annoy us. All they did was make the minimally required dubious efforts to single us out for maltreatment. The first two groups came at us with some real hatred. Those 'educators' were openly disdainful. We didn't mind. Samsonovs respected authority until it stopped being fair and impartial.On the way to lunch, Mikhail and I began our school counter-offensive. As two punks tailed him into a security camera blind spot, I cut off the lights so they could be highlighted by external illumination. Then the beat down began. We grappled them with one hand and landed body-blow after body-blow with the other. We'd split up and slipped back into the school crowd before anyone was the wiser.‘Vlad?' Taliyah yanked on my arm in the hall during the 5th/6th period break. When I turned around, ‘Vlad.' She came close to me and pulled me into a door sill. ‘Vlad; umm; why don't you go by the infirmary?'‘What? Please don't think I like, or trust you, Taliyah. I see how you look at Brandy and that ain't love,' I chided the Black cheerleader.‘I don't like you either, Vlad,' she glared, ‘but; Brandy; she pisses me off at times, but we've been close since seventh grade and; go see for yourself.' With that, she took off. To go, or not to go; that was the dilemma. Taliyah's actions were unusual and out of character for the player she thought she was. I went with the bizarre and the belief that even bad people can be humane.I found Brandy on the nurse's couch looking pretty damn miserable. She'd been crying and appeared distraught. The nurse was sitting in the corner, talking amiably on her cell phone.‘Brandy?'‘What are you doing here?' the nurse, Tasha Cooke, tried to block me.Had she been paying attention to her sole patient she might have been effective at that.‘Brandy, I'm just stopping by to say 'hey',' I said as I hovered in front of her.‘Vlad,' she sniffled. ‘Nothing is wrong.' Clear lie. ‘I'll be okay.'‘Now would you get out, boy?' Nurse Cooke grabbed my left bicep.‘I'm her boyfriend,' I shot a furious look Cooke's way. ‘I'm going to call her Father and see what he says about Brandy and your treatment of her.'‘Vlad, don't,' Brandy grabbed my hand that was reaching for my phone.‘Boyfriend,' Nurse Cooke snidely muttered under her breath.‘That's right,' my voice took on a tiger's rumble. ‘I'm the one here when she is in distress, not some cock-sucking loser who things he owns her.' Our eyes clashed. ‘Make sure you tell Darius I said that too,' I taunted her.‘White boy, you don't know what's going on,' Tasha taunted right back.‘Tasha Cooke, older sister of Nefrititi Cooke who was recently fired by my Mom for being niggardly,' I fiercely grinned. ‘Mother of three. Never married. It was relayed to me you are more of a bitch than your sister, so no man wants to hang around after he's done his business. What exactly don't I understand, Ms. Cooke?' I wasn't calling her a 'bitch'.That would have been bad. No, I was staying I had heard someone called her a 'bitch' and was relaying that information.‘Ah,' she stuttered. ‘Have you been stalking me?'‘Nope,' I shook my head. ‘The 4-1-1 on you wasn't even difficult to obtain.‘Now give us some space before I start to think you don't like me,' I added. She didn't like me. I didn't care. I wanted to talk to Brandy without this cunt standing over my shoulder. Tasha backed off, then mumbled something about going out for a smoke. With her gone, I hugged Brandy and kissed her on the top of her blonde head.‘I have to get to class,' I told her. I kissed the top of her head again which resulted in Brandy pressing her head into my shoulder and her breasts against my torso. ‘I'll catch up with you later.' I separated from her. I wasn't going to rip her about letting Darius get away with whatever happened. That wasn't an argument I could win.Twenty minutes later the Samsonov triplets were sitting in the Vice Principal's office, listening to her bitching us out. She was going to roast our chestnuts on an open-fire, BBQ our ham hocks and exile us from school.‘For what?' I inquired.‘You beat up two nice, young, upstanding African-American men,' she growled.‘Evidence would be nice,' I grinned.‘They saw you three bastards attacking them. That's all the proof I need,' the VP glared. Somehow, she sensed a trap.‘So, these two unnamed guys claim the three of us beat them up; where? When?' I kept at her.‘That doesn't matter, you little bastards. They made the complaint and I believe them. You are looking at a one week suspension and you are being booted off the basketball team,' she turned viciously victorious. We three kept smiling.‘Wait, are you recording this conversation?' she gasped. Three phones came up, we all hit 'upload' and showed her the screens. ‘Give me those,' she snapped. We handed her the phones, the 'burner' phones dedicated to this round. Mom was a prophetess for some Dark Pantheon, no doubt. ‘How do you delete those files?' she mumbled as she played with the buttons.‘That would require a password which I doubt any of us recall right now,' Alexander informed her. The VP, Mrs. Janice Russell, looked ready to erupt. ‘I will make it easy on you, Ms. Russell. Ms. Blanchard can verify I was with her from 12:35 to 1:10 when you summoned me here. Before that, all three of us were in the cafeteria. Your cameras will prove that.'‘That means, B; ,' Mikhail snarled, ‘The three of us couldn't have beat up anyone since before home room. That means those whiny, little natty-haired bastards lied to you on an official complaint.'‘Yes, my brothers and I can't thank you and your 'boys' enough for getting overly-greedy,' I added.Vice Principal Russell's mouth gaped like that of a drowning fish.‘None of us are going to sweat about these false accusation,' I smirked. ‘We three are going to drop hints to everyone who counts you were super-nice to us and let us off with a 'stern warning'. I'm sure so very many of your fans will be pleased with you giving the three most hated White boys in school a pass.'‘I did no such thing,' she protested. I could see that creeping fear in her eyes.‘Well, unless you want to be brought before the State Board of Education, you are letting us walk,' I pointed out.‘You have nothing,' she shook her head.‘We have had several run-ins with you, we have you setting up our Mother by threatening Mikhail and we have you facilitating the Principal's attack,' I reminded her.‘I did no such thing,' she protested.‘Nice try. Either you are an idiot to not know what has been going on under your nose the past ten years as you handed female student after female student and concerned mother after concerned mother over to our former Principal, or you were in cahoots. Either way, you are toast,' I countered.‘You can't tie me to that,' she gobbled with some real concern.‘Like us, you are White, Ms. Russell,' I snorted with amusement. ‘The Black community will rally around that fat bastard. Who has your back? If you think it is the Coach, you clearly haven't noticed how he looks at the female student body.' The 'Ms.' was on purpose; an indicator she wasn't being much of a wife in our eyes.‘Hell, they might even pin his extracurricular activities, you manipulating a man with a sexual addiction he had no control over, on you because you pretty much made him a victim too,' Alexander piled it on. ‘There goes any hope of a teaching job anywhere.'‘Your husband will lose all his Black clients; and most of the White ones too,' Mikhail grinned like a shark.‘No; no, that wouldn't happen,' she muttered.‘You are having a rather indiscreet affair with the Coach although you are a married woman. Basically, both of you are liars, deceivers and abuse your authority,' I continued. ‘If the Coach really wanted you, you'd be his wife by now; but nah; he's stringing you along.'‘Yeah, that's loyalty for you,' Alexander tagged in. ‘Except you aren't loyal to your husband, so why would any man be loyal to you?'‘Shut; Shut Up!' she screamed. ‘Get out; ‘ Out we went.‘We beat that because of one little lie,' Mikhail chortled. ‘One lie, had they stuck with the facts, stupid bastards.'As we headed down the main corridor, classes let out for sixth period. As we passed Darius and some of his hoodlums, we laughingly chorused,‘Loser,' at him in front of a whole crowd of students. Darius' face darkened with rage. We stumped him then by doing the unexpected, we ran for it.The pattern for many basketball practices were set. The Ass Coach split up our alliance every chance he got, because we repudiated and ridiculed his style of coaching. It was hard for any of our group to score in individual scrimmages when our 'team mates' would never give us the ball. The guy whose jaw was broken by Mikhail was sidelined.Every time one of the Black athletes popped Kaja, Mikhail tied a knot on a piece of cord and waved it in the direction of the offender. Curiosity finally got to one of the other guys.‘You practicing to be a Boy Scout?' he scoffed.‘Nah. When I get angry, I tie a knot. When the time comes, I'll remember what each knot was for and untie it; if you get my drift,' Mikhail didn't even bother to look up.‘You think that makes you scary, needle-dick?' he took a step toward my brother.‘I don't give a damn what you think,' Mikhail said as he stood. ‘What I do know is that, unlike you and your buddies, I possess a personal code of Honor. I'm worthy of respect because of that. In turn, I show respect to those who show they've earned it; people like Kaja. Your sorry ass?; You don't matter,' Mikhail's temper was simmering.‘I'm not afraid of you,' the Black player postured.‘That's your mistake,' Mikhail chuckled. ‘There is a world full of the graves of dumb-fucks who didn't know when to be afraid. By no means consider yourself unique.'

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Emptiness.Based on a post by FinalStand, in 13 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Explicit Novels.I was a bit of a loss what to do as our sexual congress had gone in a totally different direction from what I had foreseen. Brandy seemed physically happy with the outcome yet her mind was conflicted. She slowly slipped to my right side before propping herself up. She didn’t look at me. Her vision was locked onto her scattered articles of clothing.Dressing meant us heading back to my place then her having to confront Darius with all that had happened to her; and she’d liked being with me. She felt Darius was going to pierce any fable she created so leaving equated to pain and degradation for her. I believed Darius would punish her for his lousy planning. It was ludicrous to believe Brandy could entrap me.That might have been sadistic back-up plan. He could get one up on me, or blame Brandy for failing at the task he shoved upon her. Darius would beat her up over the failure. Brandy was so infatuated with him, she would willingly accept the fault was hers. His cruelty didn’t excuse her stupidity, not in my mind. Still, I reached out and ran my fingers from mid-thigh to her underarm. That tickled so she turned to me and smiled.It was the first genuine sign of affection she’d ever shown me. I kept repeating the motion even after she put her head back on my chest. Brandy followed up her happy murmuring by stroking my cock. That turned into a hand-job. My pleasurable moans led to a blowjob and that graduated to a sixty-nine. I worked over her clit with my lips as I worked my fingers inside her vagina and ass hole.I was positive she’d had some intense anal sex this morning with Darius. Mom’s forced enema hadn’t helped her sphincter relax much at all. I fit two fingers inside her anus with little effort and, by her reaction, causing her nothing but sexual satisfaction. I admit I got carried away, altering between vaginal/anal intrusions, spanking her ass and unleashing my vitriol.I reminded her she’d treated me like filth beneath her heel, tried to have Darius bust me up, and he had failed, and I knew Darius had sent her to me today. He’d failed again, so had she and because of that I was going to own her ass multiple times before I let her go home. All of that blame and passion excited Brandy to a razor’s edge.She was choking down my semen in no time. While she was nursing my cock (we were still ‘69'ing) back to health, I tore another climax from her. She was wearily working toward my third round when I enforced a bathroom and food break. I let this play out in the reverse of my experience, Mom and Dad.I followed Brandy around, hugging her from behind when she slowed down, or stopped. Initially she didn’t know what to make of my snuggling affection though she quickly decided she liked it. She’d often lean back into my embrace. She also decided to open up a little bit. We were eating some Pimento Cheese sandwiches which she made while I poured us two tall glasses of lemonade.‘I like it when you spank my ass,' she mumbled around a mouthful of food. She wasn’t being rude. She was giving herself an 'out’ if I found her request annoying, or a cause for derision, a misunderstanding of what she’d said. I arched one eyebrow, stepped to her side, cupped her buttocks then gave the left one a sharp smack.‘I like that too,' I nodded hungrily. ‘You were right,' I added. She looked at me with curiosity. ‘You do give a good blowjob. I really liked it.' I didn’t really know how to rate her. She was the second girl to ever give me fellatio, but the experience had been good for me. My simple praise put a spark back in her self-confidence.‘I told you I was,' she grinned triumphantly. I stepped up and gave her right buttock a quick slap.‘Don’t forget I’m still angry with you,' I met her sultry gaze. A sexy side of her I’d never seen before shone forth. She was mixing fun and intercourse in a way new to her and she was finding the combination enjoyable.Without a doubt, Darius had played mind games with Brandy. My games were on a more direct level. I was still sure she was going to return to being Darius’ fuck-slave and for the first time I felt sorry about that.‘What are you thinking about?' Brandy snuggled into me.‘I’m curious why you are still here,' I countered. That put her back into our ugly reality. She should be pushing me to take her back home, but she wasn’t. ‘Let’s go back to bed.' My offer evaporated her indecision. She took my hand and returned us to the bedroom. I spanked her exquisite ass a few more times on the way.Brandy made it clear what she wanted next. She crawled up to the head of the bed, put one pillow under her breast and a second one beneath her head all the while wiggling her ass in my direction. Lube; in the bedside table. I almost discounted it. Brandy was fairly loose. I still decided to err on the side of caution. I lubed up while she buried her face into a pillow in anticipation of what was to come.My trepidations were justified. Brandy’s ass was an overly used tunnel. A few strokes verified that Brandy was only marginally enjoying the event all that much either. Diligence proved to be the most important Word of the Day. A dozen strokes in, Brandy gave a pleased grunt. I decided to alternate five slow, easy strokes followed by three rapid, hard and deep ones.That was the correct choice. Brandy began huffing and panting, thrusting back and giving her ass a clever twisting motion that increased the stimulation for us both. She knew what she was doing while I was a complete novice. I took her instruction and suggestions well, leading up to a thunderous orgasm on her part.Recalling her earlier request for post-climactic care, I took my penetrations nice and slow while she built back up her stamina. I couldn’t explain it. Her anal passage was becoming just as snug as her vagina was, a perfect fit for my cock. The movement of my glans upon her back passage was driving her nuts.A few minutes of compassionate union saw Brandy forcing herself onto all fours. The look she gave me over her shoulder expressed an unspoken desire for my assistance. I took a stab at what she wanted by wrapping my arms around her waist and pulling her back up to my chest. My guess was almost what she intended. Brandy moved my hands to her breasts.Our height difference kept my kisses to the top of her head. I compensated by mauling her breasts, twirling her nipples and keeping up a rigorous breast play. She loved it. Brandy rocked back on my rod repeatedly, raising up then impaling herself with a downward push. I became absorbed in the sexual moment, losing track of whether this was one more orgasm for Brandy, or two.All I did know was when I finally came for the third time in this marathon coitus session, Brandy screamed like a banshee, shook as if she was having a seizure and then passed out. I couldn’t immediately rouse her, so I quick-stepped (on my wobbly legs) to the bathroom, wetted a washcloth and rushed back to her side.I rubbed the cool cloth over her neck and cheeks until she revived. The collision of emotions in her eyes imparted a look I didn’t then understand and would never forget. It was starting to get dark, so I recommended a shower before heading back. Brandy’s silent depression wasn’t something I could understand.She did hug me tight all the way home and made no protest when I snuck an arm around her waist as we went inside. We ran across Anita Turner, the downstairs maid, first.‘Ms. Carson, you need to call your Father,' she informed Brandy. She exhaled deeply, looked to me so I gave her my phone. Big Bob wanted confirmation that she was where she claimed to be.‘Yes Sir,' I stated. ‘We messed around the house for a bit, we have some swords, bows and stuff here; then we went out to the hunting lodge to make sure that it was habitable. You know, in case you, my Dad and my brothers want to go hunting when Deer Season comes around,' I bent the truth.That soothed Brandy’s Dad though he did insist Brandy come straight home. She let him know her phone was kaput. I promised to give her a spare my Mom had. As I gave Brandy the phone, I reminded her that her father might check her phone log so she shouldn’t make any other calls. I neglected to teach her how to clear that log, I was still fucking with Darius.Mom was sitting on the front porch swing as we stepped out the front door. I was planning on walking her to car because that felt like something a guy should do.‘I told you not to fuck any of my Sons,' Mom taunted Brandy. Her voice shocked us.‘I; ah,' Brandy stammered.‘Mom, is this really the time?' I intervened.‘Yes it is Vlad,' Mom informed me kindly. To Brandy she was less kind, ‘You stupid, insipid tramp. Do you regret doing my boy yet?'‘No,' Brandy protested.‘You will,' Mom chuckled. ‘You will.' I had no idea what she was talking about. Brandy flashed me a concerned look. My face held no answers so we headed to her car in silence. I gave her one unexpected kiss on the lips. She responded with a ravenous French kiss. I remained standing, a prisoner of my uncertainty, as she drove away.‘Mom?' I asked when I got back to the porch. ‘What are you talking about Brandy 'regretting sleeping with me’?'‘Vlad, you are a big boy,' Mom began. ‘You know I like sex, right?' I nodded. ‘Your Dad is the best fuck I’ve ever had, period, end of statement.'‘It is not just him either,' Mom chortled. ‘All of us Samsonov husband and brides feel that way about our mates. Despite my experience and willpower, I couldn’t get away. The first time we had sex, your Dad and I, I knew it was the best cock I’d ever had and ever would have.'‘Gee; thanks, but no thanks for that crumb of information,' I grimaced.‘Vlad, you know I like to get my way in all things,' she made sure she had my attention. ‘I told you one month after that night with your father, I came back to him and have never been with anyone else. That’s because after your Dad, all other sex was boring and pointless. I couldn’t have an orgasm without your Father’s help. It is like that with all the Samsonov’s, men and women.'‘That’s your Secret Weapon?' I scoffed. ‘Magic Dicks?' Mom laughed at me.‘You’ll see. Wait until Wednesday, Thursday at the latest. Brandy’s not all that strong-willed. She’ll be begging you for a second round. I have no doubt,' Mom smiled knowingly. Why my Mom had finally wander off to fantasy land was my source of worry for the rest of the weekend.The further adventures of the Samsonov boys in Black Racist Tyranny.RetributionSunday was a family outing to Big Bob’s for Sunday football. This time, seven other Sheriff’s Deputies (with their families) were there as well. Even the scumbag Deputy who had face-fucked Brandy Friday night was there with his wife and three year old daughter. He had this big ole shit-eating grin on his face when his eyes lit on Big Bob’s pride and joy.It didn’t take Clarence Peterson, that was the mother-fucker’s name, long to corner Brandy in a bathroom. The hunters, not realizing they were the hunted, was a running epidemic in this burgh. I made triple sure I didn’t fall into any sort of complacency.‘Hey Brandy,' he sneered at my 'supposed girlfriend’ as she tried to stand up from the toilet seat. ‘I need a little relief.'‘I don’t think; ‘ she mumbled.‘Bitch, I’m not asking you to think,' he grabbed her hair. ‘I want you; ‘‘What?' I stepped into the room, closing the door behind us. ‘Dummy, you want what?'‘If you know what is good for you, you will walk the fuck out of here,' he challenged me.‘Good idea,' I snorted. ‘Why don’t I go out to the party, trick that pretty wife of yours into a dark room and face-fuck her? How does that sound, nigger?' Yes, I was a White boy calling a Black cop 'nigger’. I had chosen my culturally bankrupt words carefully with the intent to incite.He stormed my way ready to put me in my place. He was equipped with law enforcement level basic hand-to-hand training. I’d been play-fighting that for half my life. I couldn’t openly bruise him. An arm bar fit the bill for keeping in place while I landed punch after punch into his crotch until he was halfway to his knees and crying for his Mamma.‘Now before you decide to turn this misunderstanding into an incident,' I whispered my threat into his ear. ‘You might want to consider Big Bob’s new security system and how one of my Brothers is getting a record of what you just pulled (a lie).'‘You came into another man’s house and tried to rape his womenfolk,' I cautioned him. ‘How would you like it if someone treated your wife that way?' I could see the complete lack of empathy on his part.‘From here on out, you don’t touch Brandy,' I continued.‘As far as I’m concerned, the way you treat any woman is your permission slip to do the same thing to your wife. We might even make you watch, you cock-less piece of shit. Keep it sheathed around anyone but your wife. Got it?'‘Fuck off you bastard,' he spat. Thank the Almighty for that BBC arrogance.I twisted his trapped arm up then planted two steel toed boot kicks into his already tenderized scrotum. He almost passed out from the pain.‘Vlad?' Brandy worried.‘It is okay Brandy,' I smiled at her. ‘Go out and stand by your Daddy. I’ll be with you soon enough.'Out she went, leaving me with the asshat.‘Boy,' he hissed through his agony. ‘You are going to get; ‘‘Cool enough,' I shrugged. I leveraged him over to the toilet and shoved his face into the commode. Had he not interrupted Brandy, she would have had time to flush.I let him thrash about a good deal before bringing his face out of the water. He immediately got combative so back in he went. It took four trips to the fetid pool for him to realize he was on the wrong end of police brutality.‘Just so we are clear, Clarence,' I lectured him.‘All I want is some respect and fair treatment. You’ve crossed Big Bob, my Dad and now me,' I reminded him. ‘In my opinion we’ve almost balanced accounts. Act like a married man and like someone who swore an oath to serve and protect, everyone. You cross the line again, you can bet we Samsonovs will find out about it.'‘We will assume the incident is you serving notice that you’ve vacated the human race and you will be dealt with like the piece of trash you’ve become. We are not the fucking KKK, Butt-Monkey. I don’t think any man is less than me until he proves it. You have a family, your cock stays at home. You have a daughter. Do you want her growing up happy only to get cornered in a bathroom by some asshole who thinks he has the right to violate her?'I let him go and stood back.‘We are done unless you fuck up again. Make an issue of this and I’ll make sure your wife is gobbling Big Bob’s cock before Thanksgiving. Clean yourself up and enjoy the party, Clarence,' I sneered. I left him there, kneeling on the floor before the porcelain altar.He had hate in his eyes; and he was scared too. Having broken both the law and the covenant of marriage, he’d painted himself into a corner. Things were going according to plan. Kick the BBCs in their masculinity. How we would defeat the sexual addiction angle was still a mystery to me.I was looking for both Brandy and Clarence’s wife. Mom had gotten to the latter first and was already insinuating herself into the woman’s confidence. She was a born con artist. I found Brandy alone by the pool, rather shaken up. She gave a slight jolt when I wrapped my arms around her from behind.‘Oh, it is you,' she sighed with relief.‘You are my girlfriend, Brandy. You don’t need to be afraid of me,' I soothed her. 'That’s right Brandy’ was the message. 'You can have a boyfriend who fucks you silly yet doesn’t treat you like crap and scares you.’ Darius didn’t have to be an abusive bastard. He chose to be.He choose to make Brandy the pawn in his rage against Whites in general and Sheriff Carson in particular. 'Black Rage’? That was an excuse for lashing out at the weak, defenseless, innocent and uninformed. Worse, it was insulting, to Blacks. Why would Black people be less emotionally mature than any other human beings? Just saying the phrase made me feel racist.By that reasoning, any person of any race could be excused for going nuts because their lives had been harsh enough. Funny; if a White man had spontaneous rage issues he would be committed to a mental health facility, or sent to prison, and then forced to take medicine and submit to therapy.Child abuse, torment, broken homes, poverty, drug abuse and persecution were all excuses used by serial killers too. I preferred to see Black people as people and accountable to that standard of civility I held myself to. In the same manner, they were worthy of all the respect I showed my Father as long as they didn’t prove otherwise. The only person I could stop from being racist was me. The rest had to be held to their own standards, period, end of statement.‘Thanks Vlad,' she pushed into me.‘You know,' I rested my jaw on the top of her head. ‘Standing by the pool reminds me that I’ve never seen you in a bikini.' She gave me a weak elbow to the ribs.‘You’ve seen me naked,' she teased me. She twisted enough so she could look up at my face. ‘Have you forgotten that already?'‘Not likely,' I bent my body so that I could kiss the tip of her nose. That caught her off guard yet she quickly rewarded me with an ass wiggle. ‘I take that back,' I looked away. ‘I’ve completely forgotten about it. Maybe you could show me what I’ve been missing sometime soon.' I got another ass wiggle.‘You are impossible,' she remarked loudly.In unison we looked toward the grill in time to see Big Bob sending a satisfied smile our way.‘Parents,' I protested to her softly. ‘Can’t I just hold you without your Daddy making a big deal about it?' I had to head off her anger with her Dad from poisoning the gains I’d been making.‘Oh God, yes,' she sighed. There was a long break in the conversation.‘Are you going to give me trouble about still seeing Darius?' she questioned me.‘I’m not going to lie to you. I’m not happy about it,' I hugged her tighter. ‘But, I’m a man of my word and I said I wouldn’t stand in your way. Don’t ask me not to hate him.'‘Why would you hate him?' Brandy prodded me. I knew what she wanted.‘I’m going to dislike any man who touches you, Brandy,' I nuzzled her hair. ‘White, Black, Yellow, Brown, Green, or Purple, I don’t care. I know I can make you happier than Darius can. I’m man enough to trust you to figure that out on your own.' Another long pause.Big Bob was calling everyone over for their grilled meat of choice.‘What if he won’t let me go?' she posed.‘Then I’ll kick his ass and beat the crap out of every goon he puts between us,' I pledged. Brandy wanted a brutal competition as confirmation of her perceived self-worth.I took that sense of victory into Monday morning. I felt confident. I also had boarded up the proverbial windows and evacuated the low-lying areas because a hurricane was coming my way. There was no more confusion on Darius’ part. I was the enemy he had to c

This week on The Leftovers, never-before-heard audio from comedian and actor John Early! John grew up eating Southern staples like pimento cheese sandwiches and cheesy grits, but since making his home in Los Angeles, his cooking style is drastically different. He tells host Rachel Belle about his most cliche and stereotypical LA eats.   When John was a kid, he was such a big fan of the Australian actor Toni Collette, he ran a fan appreciation website! He tells Rachel what he would cook if Ms. Collette was coming to dinner.   Listen to last week's episode of Your Last Meal with John Early! Subscribe to Your Last Meal on Apple Podcasts or Spotify. Watch Rachel's Cascade PBS TV show The Nosh with Rachel Belle! Follow along on Instagram! Pre-order Rachel's cookbook Open Sesame, out November 12, 2024!Support the show: http://rachelbelle.substack.comSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Just in time for The Masters, we're tackling the age-old question:Which one is better - pimento cheese sandwich or egg salad sandwich?Picture this: a sunny day, the greens of Augusta laid out in front of you, and the toughest choice isn't picking a favorite golfer but deciding between these two classic snacks.So, we set out to recreate the iconic pimento cheese and egg salad sandwich recipes to put this debate to bed… (Well, I'm just saying this for kicks - we all know this debate's never really going to end.)But no matter which one is your favorite or which one you think is the winner, these easy recipes are sure to be a hit at your Masters Tournament party.In addition to these two sandwiches, in this episode, like always, we ended up wandering down some unexpected paths, turning the conversation into more than just a debate over food. We talked about the joy of golf tournaments, why Wes doesn't like the food in Augusta, and what's that one thing I'll definitely add to my pimento cheese sandwich next time.Curious?Join us for Episode 95 of Kosmo Unfiltered, and let's chat about golf tournaments and the sandwiches that make them even more exciting.Tune in!Key Takeaways:Intro (00:00)Masters golf tournament discussion (01:18)Pimento cheese vs. egg salad (05:09)Comparison between PGA and LIV golf (06:51)Experience at the Waste Management Open (10:58)An idea for a Chipotle pimento cheese variant (15:29)Additional Resources:Share this podcast with someone on social media!Visit Kosmo's website here.Check out Kosmo's YouTube channel. Connect with Kosmo:Instagram: @kosmosqFacebook: @kosmosqTikTok: @kosmos_q--Follow the podcast on Apple, Spotify, Google Podcast, Stitcher, or anywhere else you listen to your podcasts.If you haven't already, please rate and review the podcast on Apple Podcasts!

The Big Foodies are gathering for a tradition like no other by trying The Taste of The Masters. This is a food box offered by the Masters Golf Tournament that let's people try things that are available at the most famous golf tournament in the world. Biggie, Matt and BB Shea got together to try some Pork BBQ, Egg Salad, Pimento Cheese, Cookies and Caramel Corn made famous by the Masters.

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Welcome to The Masters!

THE MASTERS IS FINALLY HERE.

In hour two, Hoch is once again ready to experience The Masters on his couch at home with a home made pimento cheese sandwich. Plus, Rob Pizzola shares his plays for The Masters including a long shot to win the tournament and a likely top 10 finish. Plus, Rob has his picks for tonight's Heat and Marlins game. 

Super Bowl LVIII looms, plus Clemson heads to Syracuse for a key ACC matchup.

Paul Ryan, Mike 'The Pig' Crum and Brenden 'Fergy' Smith are back this week to recap and review the thrilling Week 17 victory over Dan Campbell and the Detroit Lions. At 11 - 5 this marks three consecutive double-digit winning seasons for Mike McCarthy and Dan Quinn, but can Dak and the Cowboys win a Super Bowl with this coaching staff? After their Week 17 victory, Dallas hasn't lost a home game in two years, but did this win make you feel better or worse about this Cowboys team? On paper, Dallas looks like an elite team, but realistically, which teams could Dallas beat in the playoffs? Jimmy Johnson was FINALLY inducted into the Cowboys Ring of Honor, is that enough to lift the Cowboys Super Bowl "curse"? The guys discuss all that and more in this week's episode. Season 4 - Episode 25 Paul, Mike and sometimes Brenden will be here every week to keep you updated on all things Cowboys and keep you entertained with original Cowboys Content. You can NOW go live with the guys every week.  Every Monday and Friday Paul and Mike will be streaming their episodes on Twitter. Join the fun! Monday is the flagship show that everyone knows and loves where Paul and Mike discuss and recap the Cowboys game and bring you segments like: Meatless Monday Mike's View From The Sidelines True or False One Word And, of course, everyone's favorite ‘Top 5'  But, that's not all. Every Friday you can join Paul and Mike on their series ‘Offsides with Paul and Mike' A series where Paul and Mike bring on fans of the opposing team the Cowboys are playing to talk about what it's like being a fan of their team, who their current and all-time favorite players are, how they feel about the current state of their team, the matchup with the Cowboys and everything in between. And, now you can listen to even more Cowboys content on Saturdays… The newest member of the Across The Cowboys family Brenden Smith will be live on Twitter hosting Twitter spaces every Saturday with members of #CowboysNation. Be sure to tune into that as Brenden and friends preview the Cowboys matchup of the week.  If you have any insights, or concerns, or just want to share your 2 cents about the upcoming matchup make sure to reach out to Brenden, Paul, Mike, or the podcast account on Twitter and we'll make sure to add you as a speaker! The podcast is growing and big things are coming and we have YOU to thank for it. And, as always. If you enjoy the pod, tell a friend. Be sure to Like, Subscribe, and Review on your favorite podcast app. Any and all feedback on the podcast is welcome. You can find Paul, Mike, and Breden on Twitter: Mike @cdpiglet Brenden @Brenden_Smith26 Paul @Paul_Ryan15 Don't forget to follow the podcast's Twitter page: @ATBCowboysPod You can find us on Youtube  at: https://youtube.com/@acrossthecowboys?si=igZmSl1zxledn7KZ   #AcrossTheCowboys #Year4 --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/across-the-cowboys/message

The boys talk about Taylor Swift's concert coming to theaters, give some ideas for how they could upgrade some popular fast food items, and give their ratings on the new Chick-Fil-A sandwich.

This week on SouthBound, we're replaying host Tommy Tomlinson's 2020 conversation with comedian Roy Wood Jr. It's an interesting look back at the first days of COVID-19 and how it informed Wood's comedy — and his ability to perform. Roy and Tommy also get into it over pimento cheese.

On this week's episode, we have the privilege of discussing Timmy and Brian's trip down to Augusta for The Master's. We discuss the Wednesday Par-3 contest, the Merch tent, and everything in between! We also get to hear about walking the course, Pimento Cheese sandwiches, and photo-bombing a pretty epic Jordan Spieth picture. Support the show, hit the LinkTree below! https://linktr.ee/duffinup --- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/duffin-up-podcast/support

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Pimento Cheese Episode 676 So then you are no longer strangers and aliens, but you are fellow citizens with the saints and members of the household of God… (Ephesians 2:19, ESV) Content help today from... https://www.experiencecolumbiasc.com/food-drink/pimento-cheese/ https://www.desiringgod.org/articles/citizens-of-heaven Make Your Own Headlines is a daily podcast striving to help you make the grace of God your biggest headline. With Dow Welsh, pastor of Holland Avenue Baptist Church. Follow Make Your Own Headlines on your favorite podcast outlet below... iTunes | https://tinyurl.com/make-itunes Spotify | https://tinyurl.com/make-spotify Amazon Music | https://tinyurl.com/make-amazon YouTube | https://tinyurl.com/myoh-youtube For more info... Visit hollandavenue.com and listen to the weekly sermon podcast at https://tinyurl.com/habc-sermons Intro music... "Marty's Story" from https://seeds.churchonthemove.com/resources/music Color scheme... Each day's background color (Monday-Friday) are official Pantone colors of a few college sports teams in South Carolina: The Citadel, USC, Coastal Carolina, Furman, Clemson (Orange on Friday!) Thanks to... Samson for making a super cool Go Mic http://www.samsontech.com/ Auphonic for making a super cool audiogram tool https://auphonic.com/ Audacity for making a super cool recording tool https://www.audacityteam.org/ Cube Whidden for making and coding lots of super cool stuff https://www.linkedin.com/in/cube-whidden-901b7712 The Dove 1620AM for adding us to the weekday lineup https://www.thedove1620.com/ BP Skinner Clothiers for the ultimate custom experience https://bpskinnerclothiers.com/

It's all about cheese as we try Gouda from The Netherlands, Poutine in Quebec, vegan cheese in Cork, Pimento Cheese in Asheville, NC, and fondue in Spain. Fix up a cheese plate and join us! [Ep 227] Show Notes: Complete show notes at https://radiomisfits.com/ded227/ Culinary Adventure Co. food tours in Canada Kevin talks about Toronto on the podcast Amsterdam Food Tours Thijs talks about Amsterdam on the podcast here and here My Goodness restaurant Virginia talks about Cork on the podcast Rated V YouTube channel Eunice Reyes talks about Cordoba and Tarragona on the podcast Stu Helm Food Fan Stu talks about Asheville on the podcast

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This week we wrap up the Men's and Women's Final Four, saying goodbye to the 2023 College Basketball season. The Hoos disappointed but these tournaments did not. And now friends, it's time for the Masters. We kick Indiana out of the Blue Blood Brotherhood and insert UConn into the sexy six. The LSU vs Iowa drama was electric and now we're scouting the returning ladies of March Madness. Has Joel Embiid clinched the MVP award? Will the Colts start Gardner Minshew or Will Levis in week 1?? Are pitch clock violations better than reality TV??? And will the Mavs Caitlin Clark???? Download, listen, and subscribe!!! Please tune in or stream us on 89.1KHOL on Friday's 2-3 Mountain Time.

This week we discuss The Masters, Mike and Sterling's travel and another "should this exist"

OMGoodness Pimento Cheese is a family-owned business located in Wilson, North Carolina. The Flowers family goes straight from work every night to make this unique product together by hand while listening to their favorite songs. OMGoodness Pimento Cheese is smoother and creamier than most, so people who say "they don't like pimento cheese" love this! Listen to this episode to hear how a desire to go on a mission trip helped start this faith-focused business, learn about pimento cheese and the origin of the pimento, crazy delicious recipe combinations, branding, the products offered, where to buy, and more! Don't forget to subscribe and leave a review! www.omgoodnesspc.com

In this episode, Sadie and Gavri'el talk about food, potluck dinners, and Sadie's happiest childhood memories. Gavi's opinions on food have evolved from last time, and Sadie is no longer suffering from pregnancy-related nausea, so this time should be much better. An extended, uncensored, and ad-free version of this podcast episode is available to subscribers at Patreon.com/LeavingEdenPodcast WE HAVE NEW MERCH AVAILABLE, AND A NEW MERCH SHOP, at https://leavingedenpodcast.threadless.com Stream the Leaving Eden Podcast theme song, Rolling River of Time on Spotify! https://open.spotify.com/artist/6lB7RwSQ9X5gnt1BDNugyS?si=jVhmqFfYRSiruRxekdLgKA. Join our Facebook Discussion group! https://www.facebook.com/groups/edenexodus Join our subreddit! Reddit.com/r/EdenExodus Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/leavingedenpodcast/ https://www.instagram.com/sadiecarpentermusic/ https://www.instagram.com/gavrielhacohen/ Twitter: https://twitter.com/LeavingEdenPod https://twitter.com/HellYeahSadie https://twitter.com/GavrielHacohen Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/LeavingEdenPodcast https://www.facebook.com/GavrielHaCohen --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/leavingedenpodcast/message Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/leavingedenpodcast/support

JJ jumps into a spoiler-filled review of "The Menu", starring Anya Taylor-Joy and Ralph Fiennes. After that, it's LOTS of food talk. Ready to get hungry? For more episodes of JJ Meets World, or to find out how you can support this podcast, visit http://www.jjmeetsworld.com/ Patreon - https://www.patreon.com/jjmeetsworld Merch Shop - https://shop.spreadshirt.com/jj-meets-world Apple Podcasts - https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/jj-meets-world/id1367045742 Spotify - https://open.spotify.com/show/0L9IGvJuUjFK0UOR9AIF5u YouTube - https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCh1WZrpC-XE57mRzi1bzPow Google Play - https://play.google.com/music/listen?u=0#/ps/Iwnpufw6f5qromxbbw6pq32rsya Facebook - https://www.facebook.com/jjmeetsworldpodcast/ Twitter - https://twitter.com/jjmeetsworld?lang=en Instagram - https://www.instagram.com/jjmeetsworldpodcast/

*** Brandon called out yet again for his fashion choices *** Don't be the person people are secretly judging by doing these things *** Brandon embarrasses Kai while visiting the hospital *** Arkansas' Morning Show High Five - Stuttgart Event raises $48K for childhood cancer research *** NFL teams with the most expensive beer *** Brandon alleges he's been looking for Kelly a new job and found it *** Luke Combs kills it on College Game Day *** Outdoor dining and ordering a "Pimento Cheese" *** Best and worst swag companies hand out ***

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Appeals, Wheels and Deals, Week 1 Preseason Review and a Chili Cook Off Preview

On today's episode of the HowToBBQRight Podcast, they're giving the parents more homework than the kids at school, this year (00:45), and there is still time to get invited to our VIPP, A.K.A. Very Important Pig Pickin' (04:07). Malcom reminisces about the first time he got invited to talk with Greg Rempe on The BBQ Central Show (05:10). Our buddy SwineLifeBBQ got invited to cook a VERY prestigious BBQ Competition (06:20). This list I found from America's Test Kitchen put a VERY special mayo at number one (10:29), and Malcom still hasn't tried the new Whataburger that came to town, recently (14:00). Malcom made the best Salmon he's ever cooked, but it was in an Air-Fryer (16:27). Pimento Cheese absolutely belongs on Cheeseburgers (22:36), and you can amp-up that burger even more with Sweet & Spicy Candied Bacon (29:18). There is hardly anything on this planet that you can't put on a Slider Roll and make it more delicious (33:10). Malcom explains how to get more smoke in your cooks on vertical competition smokers (37:58), and I'm interested in Malcom smoking a skinless hog head (43:59). One of our community members wants to know if Malcom wraps Pork Butt, and what temps should they be looking for (49:27)? This is your last call to sign up for the Townsend Spice & Supply SCA Cookoff (53:50).

With Capt. Kirk out and Chris the producer away helping some folks out, the spotlight rested squarely on the shoulders of Capt. Kevin and Jeff...who, as you would have guessed, had a ball driving the show.Here's your L.V. Hiers gear tip of the week: Go get this ceramic knife from Hagan Coastal Outfitters. Jeff says it's the perfect knife for your boat or kayak because it's super sharp, it won't rust and it's ten bucks!!www.hagancoastaloutfitters.comHere's your Ring Power CAT tip of the week: We know it's hot and sometimes we forget but Georgia bow season is right around the corner. Just 6 weeks away. Make sure you have your bow tuned properly. Rick Stinson at Strike-Zone Fishing Jacksonville works on all of our bows and is the best!Here's your KirbyCo Builders Cooking tip of the week: check out our Facebook post for "Laverne's Pimento Cheese" recipe!

Young people learning tech skills before life skills. Cell phone inventor. What did you do with your long weekend? Chelsea's goal for the month of July. WTAW - The First 100 Years. Life advice from young people. Saving bees in Australia. Meatless sandwiches. Carrot bacon. Not a good time to be flying. Late-night fireworks. Entry fee to Venice.

In the wake some pretty nasty fishing weather, it didn't take long for Kevin and Jeff to turn to Capt. Kirk for his stories about the OSR he conducted in South Florida. Lots of great stories, including some outstanding snook and mangrove fishing, about one great trip...definitely worth the listen.It was an already great episode when business picked up in the third hour...Paul Dozier, the master of the Old School Kingfish Shootout, joined the boys in-studio for some laughs and to talk all things tournament. Lot of info, lots of fun, lots of laughs.As Kevin says, "GREAT STUFF!"Here's your L.V. Hiers gear tip of the week: If you're looking for some great country music that's all about the great outdoors, check out "The Bone Collector" releases on Spotify (where you can also subscribe to the Outdoor Show Podcast) and a bunch of other streaming platforms. We'll be showcasing several of them on future show episodes if you need some samples.Here's your Ring Power CAT tip of the week: We'll be back at Fish Bites next weekend! And Captain Kevin will be doing 2 kingfish seminars!Here's your Kirbyco Builders Inc. cooking tip of the week FROM KIRK: Fresh Market reduced fat Pimento Cheese. KIRK SAYS it's "great stuff and good for snacking in the boat." Jeff, Kevin, Chris and even guest Paul Dozier compared it to a cat turd on a cracker...you be the judge.

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We tell all about our birthday trip to Mozingo and then talk about the significance of Jesus' death and the events surrounding it.

Tomorrow is the BIG DAY.The waiting is over and the founders discuss all things tournament prep here and in Augusta where our sister tournament is underway.In depth discussions about azalea bloom timing, the ice theory, underground HVAC, and who would win a pimento cheese-off.

Cousin Sal, Dave Dameshek & Martin Weiss are back on a Thursday for a brand new Extra Points! The show starts off with Sal talking about his massive amount of Masters and MLB bets he made and this Tiger Woods love-fest that has taken the country by storm since it's Day 1 of The Masters. To stay in the spirit of the golf tournament the entire Extra Points gang with Mikey Meatballs and Scott Holmes included, all eat a Pimento Cheese sandwich and give it a grade. The gang then transitions to Major League Baseball since it is opening day and give out some win totals over/unders they like, plus they try to guess how hard they can throw a baseball if they had to right now. The show rounds out with some NBA talk as the Lakers are eliminated from playoff contention and how the Clippers who play in the same building are the much better team and Sal, Shek & Marty give out their play of the day.

It's the best week of the year and this one is a little more special. Eldrick "Tiger" Woods will be competing in The Masters and our panel breaks down his chances this week. With Brendon Elliott provides golf spikes on the ground with insight on course changes, the Drive, Chip & Putt and of course Tiger!  See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

In this episode, JR and Lucas talk about the upcoming Masters tournament. We will cover Tiger's Return, John Rahms saltiness, Footjoys, Egg Salad vs Pimento Cheese, Dude Perfect All Sports Golf and our picks for the tournament.

This week is our Masters preview episode, chock-full of predictions, Masters-themed Yea or Nays and a story from Nick about hiding his phone in a tree at Augusta National. PLUS: How does Club Champion fix botched fits from other places and will we ever have a Tour Van? (00:00-05:48) WGC Dell Match Play Recap and Masters predictions (05:49-08:29) Greg Norman 30 for 30 is coming soon to ESPN and Shaq is helping promote the LPGA (08:30-11:19) Two new Club Champion stores and a commercial shoot with Paige Spiranac (11:20-19:29) Yea or Nays: Match Play, The Green Jacket, Pimento Cheese sandwiches, fixing divots and March Madness Listener Questions (19:30-24:06) Have you ever thought about making a Club Champion Tour van? How would you customize/trickout your tour van? (24:07-28:55) How often have you dealt with botched fits? How do you go about fixing someone's set if they were matched into the wrong clubs elsewhere? (28:56-38:23) What's your hottest take on The Masters? Featuring a story about Nick hiding his phone in a tree at Augusta Don't forget to rate, review and subscribe to the show! For more club content, follow us on Instagram: @clubchampion Let us know what you think of the show on Twitter: @clubchampgolf

Kevin Heath is a well known caterer, but he knew a pivot was needed when the pandemic shut down private events. Kevin joins Algenon to discuss his new venture - Uncle Chris Pimento Cheese.

We're back with another early release of The Monthly Mash w/ Andrew Roberts. On this edition we're talking everything about The Masters What we think about the field and our picks The distance dilemma at Augusta The one course change at Augusta Masters Food Pimento Cheese and more! Make sure you shoot us any questions you may have regarding golf, fitness, health, nutrition, injuries, rehab, anything really and we'll get it answered on the next edition of The Monthly Mash. Also don't forget to give Andrew a follow at the following links: Instagram: strength_roast Twitter: strength_roast If you're interested in the 9 Free Workouts For Golf Performance, please click HERE Make sure you become part of The Healthy Golf Community on Facebook, it's completely free and you get a ton of great tips related to golf health and performance weekly.  HERE is the link to join! Links for Pure Drive Physio & Performance: Website Facebook Instagram This podcast is powered by Pinecast.

Welcome back to another week of Charlotte history, where somehow the most notable moments in this episode come from Dru's unique portrayal of our sponsor. Aside from that, we dive into his deep love of the Carolina Caviar - a term neither of us had ever heard before now, only to follow that up with a woman who essentially became Voldemort to her family back in the 1800s. We'll touch on some conspiracies about childbirth, tuberculosis, and local craft cheese - not all in one story, thankfully. So get comfortable, because you've got a Master's thesis, surgery stools, and subliminal messaging all coming your way.Emailpodcast@vangocreative.comInstagramhttps://www.instagram.com/vangocreative/Spooky CLThttps://www.instagram.com/spookyclt/Wooden Robot Breweryhttps://woodenrobotbrewery.comQueen Charlotte's Pimento Cheesehttp://www.qccheese.com/#home-sectionMaster's Thesishttps://cdr.lib.unc.edu/concern/dissertations/tx31qj42k?locale=enAnnie Lowrie Alexanderhttps://www.ncpedia.org/biography/alexander-anniehttps://northcarolinahistory.org/encyclopedia/annie-lowrie-alexander-1864-1929/https://www.cmstory.org/exhibits/dr-annie-alexander-lifetime-service-personal-life/14Don't forget to subscribe!

What's the average income in St. Louis, The Cat releases our official statement in response to Barrett's rankings, Mike Lee joins the presentation, Tim has some new clubs in his bag, evaluating Tiger's game, how challenging is travel on the PGA Tour, Vaughn bitches about The Masters, can the pimento cheese sandwich be good, talking about Garbage Pail Kids, breaking down a potential cuck or swinging situation, CNN says cuckolding is healthy for many relationships, what's an En Suite, how expensive is it to live in New York city proper, how are property taxes figured, Big Al joins the program, golf chatter, Foot Fetish audio from Joe Roderick's podcast with Road Warrior Animal, should Molly's Game be in the mix for Best Picture, more movie talk.