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“I wonder if we'll get a cease and desist on this episode…”   Generally speaking, whenever someone says “Slayer” or “Metallica”, you think of two veteran thrash bands which both formed in 1981 and both released their debut albums in 1983. This is common knowledge among most fans of both of these bands.    Ironically, there's another band who follows this exact same timeline of forming in 1981 and releasing their debut album in 1983, yet at the time, they were NOT at all thrashy…not even close.    Most of us know of PANTERA as the brutally heavy, groove metal masters from Arlington, Texas who lit a proverbial fire under the ass of the thrash and heavy music scene in 1990 with their “major label” debut album (with the emphasis, in this case, on the words “major label”) as CFH was actually their FIFTH studio album.    Fifth? Wait a minute…what about THE FIRST FOUR studio albums!? And why are those albums not talked about and celebrated just like all things PANTERA!?    Well, there's a reason that THE FIRST FOUR aren't really talked about or acknowledged. Actually, there are probably a multitude of reasons, but the most glaring one is the stylistic difference between their early glam and power metal days and the heavier, grittier era when they truly became the “Cowboys From Hell”.    Remember those awkward Olan Mills pictures you used to take with the family, or better yet, the pictures of you in high school with that absurd, dorky hairstyle that people always like to bring up in conversation? That's kinda what THE FIRST FOUR ALBUMS by PANTERA were like.   Always remember that “Dokken is better than KISS” and you absolutely have to “pill up before PT”. Find out why “concubine” is a much cooler term than girlfriend, why the stress of having multiple families can be fatal, and realize that most doctors' definition of “prescription pain medication” is painfully incorrect and a complete waste of a prescription pad.    Get ready to find out which Pantera album came out on Rex's 20th birthday, which song features Dime on lead vocals, and understand that while we absolutely did not plan for this to be episode 333, it just so happened to turn out that way.    Brace yourselves and get your relaxers ready before you JOIN US as we go back to the 80's to get a better idea of why one of the greatest metal bands of all time tried to bury their earliest work (and original “not as metal” logo) with THE FIRST FOUR from the mighty PANTERA. Visit www.metalnerdery.com/podcast for more on this episode Help Support Metal Nerdery https://www.patreon.com/metalnerderypodcast Leave us a Voicemail to be played on a future episode: 980-666-8182 Metal Nerdery Tees and Hoodies – metalnerdery.com/merch and kindly leave us a review and/or rating on your favorite Podcast app Follow us on the Socials: Facebook - Instagram - TikTok Email: metalnerdery@gmail.com Can't be LOUD Enough Playlist on Spotify Metal Nerdery Munchies on YouTube @metalnerderypodcast Show Notes: (00:01): “Welcome back to the Megadeth, Dave Mustaine, Wisdom Teeth, Dry Socket Podcast…”/ “I am an adult children who refuses to move out…of my own house…”/ Double sided blade…or dildo? / ***WARNING: #listenerdiscretionisadvised *** / “Well I've got my Masters in Bation…” / ***WELCOME BACK TO THE METAL NERDERY PODCAST (for now…)*** / “I can't jerk right now…there's no tugging…” / “Pill up before you do PT…”/ #painkillers    (05:43): ***SOCIAL MEDIA US at #Facebook #YouTube #Instagram #TikTok - EMAIL US at metalnerdery@gmail.com and VOICEMAIL US at 980-666-8182!!!*** / “We're pondering changing the name…”/ #namechange / “Hookers and Metal…Metal Dildos…”/ NOTE:  Steely Dan is not a vibrator, it's actually a slang term for a metal dildo…/ #multiplefamilies / “Even having multiple significant others at once…King Solomon had 700 wives and 300 concubines…”/ “That's what we should start calling girlfriends now: concubines…”/ “Snooch, gooch, or hot pocket?”   (12:43): ***PATREON US at patreon.com/metalnerderypodcast *** / “What happens if we change the name? Do they get a new shirt…everybody?”/ “Tragesty…that's a tragedy and a travesty…” / #freshstart / “I don't think it's Norveen…”/ “It's always been Waggis…”   (16:22): #TheDocket METAL NERDERY PODCAST PRESENTS:  PANTERA – THE FIRST FOUR ALBUMS / Pre #CFH #Pantera / #TheFirstFour / Metal Magic (1983) / “It's like a He-Man Thundercat…”/ “They're on the same timeline as Metallica and Slayer…they didn't really break until 9 years later when CFH came out…”/ “I wonder if Rex Rocker is related to John Rocker?”/ RIDE MY ROCKET / “It sounds like KISS…I've been listening to nothing but KISS…”/ WIDOWMAKER / “His name's gotta be Jerry…that's a dude who lives in the South…” / METAL MAGIC / “I wonder if we'll get a cease and desist on this episode…”/ “They didn't change their name, they changed their logo…”   (35:00): Projects In The Jungle (1984) / “They're like Texas's #DeathAngel …”/ “It came out on Rex's 20th birthday…”/ #albumcover / ALL OVER TONIGHT / “That's High ‘N' Dry, all day…” / “That sounds more like OUR Dime…”/ OUT FOR BLOOD / “He stepped into a whole other dimension of bad ass…”/ BLUE LIGHT TURNIN' RED / “This is his Eruption…”/ #getchapull / “It's like Eddie and Randy combined…Randy Van Halen…Eddie Van Rhoads…”/ PROJECTS IN THE JUNGLE / “The drums have been to the gym…the whole production has been to the gym…”/ “So far everything on here sounds less #KISS than the first album”/ HEAVY METAL RULES! / Bang Your Head (Like A Hurricane) / “What if they played this on 96 Rock back in the day and we just totally missed it?”/ “Dude, Dokken is better than KISS…” (48:34): I Am The Night (1985) / “At this point, Dime is 19…”/ HOT AND HEAVY / I AM THE NIGHT / D*G*T*T*M (Darrell Goes To The Movies) / “What kind of movies is he watching?”/ “Let's bring ALL the sound effects in…”/ “It's the most serious song title we've seen…” / VALHALLA / “You can definitely tell he's got an 80's honk, for sure…”/ #killercloser  FOREVER TONIGHT / “This sounds like right before the sex scene from #Footloose that they cut out…” / “This is so weird…I kinda feel dirty now…”/ “Dude, you missed the ballad…”   (1:00:16): Power Metal (1988) / “Three years after I Am The Night…no more Glaze…” / Enter Phil Anselmo / “Phil started when he was 13…what were we doing at 13? I didn't even know how to use Jergens yet…”/ #killeropener / Geoff Tate meets Rob Halford / ROCK THE WORLD / “I wonder how many bands tried to steal him?” / POWER METAL / “I think the first time I actually heard this…”/ DEATH TRAP / “It's definitely heavier…the riffs…”/ “This is definitely…the turning point….”/ OVER AND OUT / “Much more metal…”/ P*S*T* 88 (with Dime on vocals) / “Pussy tight…tonight!” / “That was fun…that was definitely different…”/  THANK YOU FOR JOINING US!!! / #untilthenext #outroreel #HappyNewYear

Planetary Peace - "Christ is Coming" - Synthesis En Halvkokt I Folie! - "Röda Råttor" - In The Shadow Of Death (V/A) Warner Jepson - "Xmas Medley" - Buchla Christmas Älgarnas Trädgård - "There is a Time for Everything, There is a time when even time will meet" - Framtiden Är Ett Svävande Skepp, Förankrat I Forntiden Fad Gadget - "Collapsing New People" - Collapsing New People Herbert Bodzin - "Voices of the Mind" - Revival II: Electronic Tapes 1979-1982 The Frogs - "Merry Xmas" - Here Comes Santa's Pussy 7" Jean Jacques Perrey - "E.V.A." - Moog Indigo Public Image Ltd. - "Track 8 (excerpt)" - Flowers of Romance Coil - "Christmas is Nearing Now" - Moon's Milk White Hospital - "We Wish You a Merry Christmas" - We Wish You a Meery Christmas Bladumb - "Simply Having A Wonderful Christmas Time, Alone..." - no album GG Allin / Norman Dolph - "GG's Xmas Song / 12 Days of Christmas" - Christmas Becomes Electric https://www.wfmu.org/playlists/shows/159643

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Stuart Jeffries discusses with Ivan six things which should be better known. Stuart Jeffries was born in Wolverhampton in 1962. He was educated in Dudley, Oxford and London. Stuart started his journalistic career as a cub reporter at the Birmingham Post and Mail in 1985. He used to edit the Walsall Observer's children's page under the pseudonym Uncle Tom. Later he was the jazz critic of the Morning Star under the pseudonym Lew Lewis. In 1987, he moved to the Hampstead and Highgate Express, where he had many duties, chief among which was interviewing Hampstead lady novelists, which he liked a lot.  In 1990, he started work for the Guardian, working as subeditor, TV critic, Friday Review editor, Paris correspondent and feature writer. In 2010 he took voluntary redundancy and since then  has been a freelance journalist and author. His work has appeared in the Guardian, the Observer, The Spectator, the Financial Times, the Daily Telegraph, Prospect, the New Statesman. and the London Review of Books, among others. He is the author of Mrs Slocombe's Pussy (2000), Grand Hotel Abyss (2016), and Everything, All the Time, Everywhere (2021) and A Short History of Stupidity (2025), which is available at https://www.politybooks.com/bookdetail?book_slug=a-short-history-of-stupidity--9781509563494. Several Nazis tried at Nuremberg were judged geniuses according to IQ tests. IQ tests are terrible for establishing a person's stupidity or intelligence. Until 1975 hysterectomies were performed on black women in certain US states to stop them breeding morons. Stupidity has its uses - especially in the office. Donald Trump is more stupid than he thinks he is. What the prostate is. This podcast is powered by ZenCast.fm

It's the last episode of 2025 and wow what a year for the show! Confessions are back and these definitely don't disappoint.Pillow Talk Live with Sin & his Wife in the Queens Quarters Community - free to join live Friday January 9th - https://www.venuscuckoldress.com/eventsSend Venus your favorite ways for a woman to humiliate or tease her man - use the contact page: https://www.venuscuckoldress.com/contact-venusMiss Kayla's Episode: https://www.buzzsprout.com/822292/episodes/14336208-encore-bonus-episode-kayla-s-list-of-20-cuckold-humiliation-ideas?t=0❤️Venus Connections❤️ - Matchmaking for loving cuckolding relationships and female-led relationships. Learn more at https://www.venusconnections.com/ Give her what she wants

We start off today with a story about an Amazon driver who allegedly stole a cat, old man talk about sinus rinsing, Denny's launching syrup shoes, and why it's ok to go to strip clubs in Oregon.  LINKS:Lakewood woman claims delivery driver stole her cat while dropping off packageDenny's Launches 'Sticky Kicks' Sneakers Filled With Real Syruphttps://www.oregonlive.com/living/2025/12/how-exotic-dancers-became-some-of-the-biggest-donors-of-toys-to-doernbecher-childrens-hospital.htmlThe Treehouse Show is a Dallas based comedy podcast. Leave your worries outside and join Dan O'Malley, Trey Trenholm, Raj Sharma, and their guests for laughs about funny news, viral stories, and hilarious commentary.The Treehouse WebsiteGet MORE from the Treehouse Show on PatreonGet a FREE roof inspection from the best company in DFW:Cook DFW Roofing & Restoration CLICK HERE TO DONATE:The RMS Treehouse Listeners Foundation

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Get it over with!!! Pussy Thief on the loose. You don't need to be a panty psychic when you get a pic sent to you. See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

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In dieser Folge widmen wir uns einer der bedeutendsten Schauspielerinnen des 20. Jahrhunderts: Romy Schneider. Vom Sissi-Image, das sie nie ganz loswurde, über ihre rebellischen Rollen und ihre künstlerische Neugeburt in Frankreich – bis hin zu den tiefen privaten Tragödien, die ihr späteres Leben prägten. Wir begleiten Romy von ihrer Kindheit in Berchtesgaden über die internationale Karriere in Deutschland, Frankreich und Hollywood, ihre Begegnungen mit Alain Delon, Coco Chanel und Luchino Visconti, bis hin zu ihren letzten Lebensjahren. Eine Folge über Talent, Perfektionismus, den Preis des Ruhms – und eine Frau, die immer „bis zum Äußersten“ ging. Inhalte 1. Kindheit im Schatten des NS-Regimes Geboren 1938 in Wien als Rosemarie Magdalena Albach Künstlerfamilie: Magda Schneider & Wolf Albach-Retty – beide auf der „Gottbegnadeten-Liste“ Aufwachsen im „Haus Mariengrund“ in Berchtesgaden Internatszeit in Schloss Goldenstein 2. Frühe Karrierestarts Debüt 1953 in Wenn der weiße Flieder wieder blüht Weitere Rollen führen zu Ernst Marischka – und zur Lebensrolle Sissi 3. Sissi – der Durchbruch und der Fluch Dreharbeiten mit nur 15 Jahren Trilogie wird ein europäischer Kinohit Romy ringt früh mit dem Image: „Die Sissi pappt mir an wie Grießbrei.“ 4. Der Weg nach Frankreich & die Liebe 1958: Filmdreh Christine → Begegnung mit Alain Delon Umzug nach Paris, neue künstlerische Ausrichtung Coco Chanel als stilprägende Mentorin 1961: Theaterdebüt bei Visconti – Beginn einer neuen Ära 5. Internationale Karriere Zusammenarbeit mit Orson Welles, Luchino Visconti, Andrzej Żuławski Hollywood-Filme (Good Neighbor Sam, Was gibt's Neues, Pussy?) Zwei Césars: 1975 & 1979 6. Privatleben voller Extreme Beziehung zu Alain Delon → Trennung & Suizidversuch Ehen mit Harry Meyen und Daniel Biasini Mutter zweier Kinder: David & Sarah Abhängigkeiten, Perfektionismus, öffentliche Angriffe 1981: Tod ihres Sohnes David – ein Bruch in ihrem Leben 7. Letzte Jahre & Tod Finanzielle Probleme, gesundheitliche Erschöpfung 1982: Tod im Alter von nur 43 Jahren, offiziell Herzversagen Beigesetzt in Boissy-sans-Avoir – neben ihrem Sohn ************ Unsere Werbepartner: CHEEX: https://bit.ly/starke7 Code: STARK7 https://linktr.ee/starkefrauen *********** Team: Redaktion: Daniel Jacob Schnitt: Silvia Kühn Hosts: Cathrin Jacob und Kim Seidler Quellen (Auszug) https://www1.wdr.de/stichtag/stichtag4870.html https://www.spiegel.de/kultur/diva-mit-nazi-trauma-a-2acfbb2d-0002-0001-0000-000060135216?context=issue https://de.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gottbegnadeten-Liste https://www.dhm.de/lemo/kapitel/der-zweite-weltkrieg/kunst-und-kultur/die-gottbegnadeten-liste https://web.archive.org/web/20171118220437/https://www.br.de/radio/bayern2/romy-tarzan-und-goerings-gobelin100.html https://kultur-online.net/inhalt/vom-suessen-maedel-zur-zerbrechlichen-frau-romy-schneider https://web.archive.org/web/20171118220437/https://www.br.de/radio/bayern2/romy-tarzan-und-goerings-gobelin100.html https://www.spiegel.de/politik/die-koenigin-der-schmerzen-a-801c6b35-0002-0001-0000-000051644744?context=issue https://de.wikipedia.org/wiki/Schloss_Goldenstein https://www.hdg.de/lemo/biografie/romy-schneider.html https://www.fembio.org/biographie.php/frau/biographie/romy-schneider/ https://www.imdb.com/de/title/tt0045763/ Franz Marischka: Immer nur lächeln, Amalthea, 2001, S. 282 f. Zitiert in: https://de.wikipedia.org/wiki/M%C3%A4dchenjahre_einer_K%C3%B6nigin_(1954) https://de.wikipedia.org/wiki/Die_Deutschmeister https://www.imdb.com/de/title/tt0027847/ https://www.deutschlandfunk.de/filmpremiere-vor-65-jahren-sissi-extraleichte-unterhaltung-100.html https://www.harpersbazaar.de/fashion/style-ikone-romy-schneider https://www1.wdr.de/stichtag/stichtag4870.html https://austria-forum.org/af/Biographien/Schneider%2C_Romy https://www.imdb.com/de/title/tt0051964/ https://www.spiegel.de/kultur/sachte-mausi-a-c7a29007-0002-0001-0000-000045142638 Foto: Studio Harcourt licensed under CC.

Le formazioni di Torino-Villarreal del 2002, l'entusiasmo per la Ref Cam e il premio Campo Giusto Coldiretti.

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Eagle vs Cat vs Car. Creepy dude finds a body and then calls a radio station.... cuz ppl r effin' stupid and creepy. Crazy airport lady strikes again. See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

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Avez-vous déjà eu l'impression d'avoir "la chatte en panne" ? C'est ce qu'a ressenti Mathilde, mon invité du jour, autrice du livre “Broken Pussy” - qu'elle traduit elle même justement par ce terme.Mathilde vit à Boston depuis 12 ans et dans cette épisode elle parle sur ses années d'essai bébé et son parcours PMA aux États Unis. Dans son livre, elle raconte l'infertilité comme on ne la raconte presque jamais : avec une honnêteté brute et qui fait du bien. Et on est du coup revenu sur les passages qui m'ont le plus marqué et qui, selon moi, représente toutes les réalités d'un parcours d'infertilité.Un épisode qui donne envie de lire, d'écrire, de parler, mais surtout de ne plus avoir honte.Références : Retrouvez le livre de Mathilde Piton "Broken Pussy" aux Éditions LarousseLe compte Instagram de Mathilde https://www.instagram.com/mathildepitTW (attention, ce podcast traite de sujets sensibles)Parcours PMAMaternitéJ'espère que cet épisode vous plaira, si c'est le cas et que vous voulez soutenir le podcast, vous pouvez mettre la note de 5* et nous suivre sur la plateforme de votre choix.Si vous voulez suive les nouveautés et actualités de "En Chemin", on vous donne rendez vous sur Instagram : @gaya.fertilityPour retrouvez une communauté bienveillante autour de l'infertilité ainsi que de nombreux conseils bien être et fertilité, on vous donne rendez vous sur l'Instagram d'Anna : @annacabannesInterview faite par Anna Cabannes.Épisode diffusé le 19 Novembre 2025 Hébergé par Acast. Visitez acast.com/privacy pour plus d'informations.

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In the same week, Joel Tudor took on a major airline (and won), Jaleesa Vincent wrote an explicit rap song about her Pussy (surfboard), and a world junior champ put his life savings into a luxury sunglass brand. Just when you thought surfing was gonna be just fine, Paul Evans joins the pod to excoriate children and tell us when, precisely, our little hobby went tits up. Buy Veia boardbags (with wheels) if you, unlike Paul, prefer convenience to chaos.

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Mike and Vittorio's Guide to Parenting is a weekly podcast, where two London-based Irish comedians Mike Rice and Vittorio Angelone tackle the current issues facing parents from the unique perspective of not having any children, any interest in children, or mentioning children at all.Buy tickets for Vittorio's Tour here: ⁠⁠www.vittorioangelone.com⁠⁠Buy Tickets for Mike's Tour here: ⁠⁠⁠www.mikericecomedy.com⁠⁠ ⁠Watch Mike's Special here: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://youtu.be/aWgW4LBZHz8⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ ⁠Sign up for Mike's mailing list: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://mikericecomedy.us21.list-manage.com/subscribe?u=bb23fc6659c6ccb17551262ef&id=c27f2130fa⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ ⁠Sign up for Vittorio's mailing list: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://mailchi.mp/60fb9a4d4173/vittorioangelone⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Thanks for listening! Like, subscribe, drop a comment, all the good stuff.

In this episode, we tell you all about our first ever singles' night in Limerick and why we want you to come along!!And we also dig deep into Lily Allen's new album and Ro loses her love for Hopper

Rental car criminal guy is oddly genius. The jewelry thieves were caught! National Black Cat Day! See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Zack joins Venus to talk about how his patient devotion and a wife's curiosity led to a first BBC experience that was hot, intense, and imperfect, and then map the fixes: clearer roles, gentle involvement, and real aftercare. Power exchange, chastity, and trust reshape what intimacy looks like without traditional PIV sex.Also discussed:• vetting bulls and filtering poor etiquette• feeling overwhelmed without jealousy and stepping back• missed aftercare and how to repair it• power exchange dynamics and reward releases• redefining intimacy without PIV sex• planning involvement and soft landings next timeLinks Zack's Wife's Fetlife: Brooke1992Text VenusEver thought of making your public play more exciting? Try controlling the Ferri first and see how she gets turned on, then vibrate the Lush 4 together to make her unable to resist

Dr. Dunamis Dee sits down with three dynamic women for a raw and honest conversation about the truth behind the “power in the pussy.”This episode is a raw, unapologetic journey into the reality many women carry but rarely speak aloud. It's about reclaiming the power of the pussy—not just as a physical part of us, but as a source of divine authority, emotional depth, and spiritual impact.From stories of emotional damage to revelations of self-worth, the women speak on:

This week Ali & Ever are in search of bean recipes, gender affirming in the bathroom,  Laying down tracks, and getting new jobs. Touching trees, our breath smells like P's, and chatting with Bradleys on the latest episode of Y'all Gay Podcast. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoicesSee Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

This week Ali & Ever are in search of bean recipes, gender affirming in the bathroom,  Laying down tracks, and getting new jobs. Touching trees, our breath smells like P's, and chatting with Bradleys on the latest episode of Y'all Gay Podcast. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Send us a textBlood play. Pussy power. Assassins on leashes. Constance is joined by USA Today bestselling author Naima Simone to deep dive into HUNTSMAN, her deliciously unhinged fairytale retelling where Snow White becomes the predator and the Huntsman begs to be cut—and not just emotionally. They sip Hunch & Hooch, spill secrets, and get real about rage writing, sex as rebellion, and why face-sitting is basically community service.From Jason Momoa clones in bed to navigating love in fascist states, this episode is full of feral queens, feminist fire, and filthy little truths.

William and Jordan have got a lot to say in this episode. One's ranting about washing machine temperatures and the other's moaning about the price of pints. I'm sure we can guess who's who. There's also confusion about Desmond Tutu, and the boys share their advice about a cat eating with the light off, dealing with late risers and playing dress up.Fancy a magical night you won't forget? Sexted is going on tour in March 2026 and you can get your tickets now at sextedmyboss.com/live.Friday 20th March - Utilita Arena CardiffSaturday 21st March - OVO Arena WembleyFriday 27th March - OVO Hydro GlasgowSaturday 28th March - AO Arena Manchester Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Christian College Sex Comedy: Part 10 Interrogated Until Dawn In 30 parts, By FinalStand. Listen to the podcast at Explicit Novels.             Wakefulness is a race we cannot not win; Sleep is remorseless as all salvation should be           "Are you his real girlfriends?" Gerry, a shorter, stout girl with short black hair inquired. "It doesn't work that way," Chastity confessed. "Zane is our property and we rent him out for social functions." "No you don't," I laughed. "Chastity and Hope are good friends and we came out for dinner and a movie." "If you aren't dating anyone in particular there is going to be a party next Saturday. It is by special invitation only, it is a block party but we could call you when we find out," Erin offered. "Hey, babes," this guy greeted us, or more appropriately, the ladies around me. He was rather average looking; perhaps he would have looked better if his face wasn't constantly burned by the Sun and he avoided smoking joints and drinking so much. I figured he was about twenty or so. He was unlikely to have anything resembling a regular girlfriend or even regular sex because he paid little heed to his looks or his wardrobe. His chief companion was a weasely guy; not the shifty sort, but the blood-thirsty feral kind. He was short and wiry with an anger that came from unrealized ambition and recognition; probably a vicious fighter but used to striking from the blind side. The final guy was tall and skinny, suffering from shyness exacerbated by the presence of women. Erin and Gerry looked at the new guy, snorted derisively and turned back to me. "Here's our number," Erin said as she took out a pen and wrote her digits on my palm. "Call on Thursday and we'll tell you where we can meet." I nodded because I was grappling with the rudeness these girls were showing this guy and his buddies. "What, going to be a party?" the guy leered. "By invitation," Erin responded, "College students only." I was starting to feel for this guy. "What, is Zane boy and his Kappa Sig whores good enough for you sluts, but real working men are not?" he taunted us. "Don't do that," I warned him, putting a hand to his chest as he stepped forward and tried to put his hands on Erin's and Hope's asses. I'm not sure what Erin would do but Hope was likely to dislocate his jaw. "Take your hand off me, jack ass," he growled. His weasely buddy looked ready to pounce. "We should call it a night," I told the ladies. "Erin, Gerry, I'll call later. Ladies, let's get out of here." Erin and Gerry tossed a worried look dumbass's way, then smiled to me and left. My companions and I left by a different way. Since we were heading out the easiest way to the parking lot, the three guys followed us. "Hey, you sissy bastard, why are you afraid to share?" he mocked me, but really, was sissy bastard the best he could do? I sensed him coming up behind us as we exited the mall so I spun around, as did the girls. "So how much do these Kappa Sigs cost?" he chuckled. "It can't be that much if you are buying these whores two at a time. I'll give you twenty for them both." "Walk away, Zane," Chastity urged me quietly. "Let it go." "You are right," I bit down my anger, "not only does he not have the money, he couldn't satisfy a woman even if he could convince one to accept payment." "Mother fucker," he snarled, and shoved me back. I had had enough. "Go back to your playmates," I warned him calmly, "I'm not someone you want to be badmouthing ladies around." "Whatchya gonna do, Fucker?" he shot back. "How about when I finish kicking your ass, I'm gonna bang both the bitches you brought tonight? Then I'm going to ride those whores you were on the video with." "Oh, you shouldn't have said that," breathed Hope. I was not the one she was admonishing, either. "Apologize to these two ladies right now and pledge to never go near the Kappa Sigs and I'll let you leave here under your own power," I responded. "I was afraid this shit-hole would never fight," the weasel guy sneered. I looked to the third guy. "Do you know the number for the hospital?" I asked him. He nodded. "Good." The main talker started to shift his body into an aggressive stance but had the nerves of a bully, not a fighter. My first strike rocked him back on his feet and gave me the time I needed for his buddy. The buddy got a quick but unskilled jab off. I blocked it and popped him hard, nearly knocking him over. I spun back to the Talker, set him up with a strike, and then kicked him so hard that I sent him flying out of the fight. The Weasel lashed out again; I caught his arm and drove my knee into his stomach. I kept that up for eight more knee-strikes until he ceased struggling and slumped to the ground. "Make that call," I told the third guy, then grabbed my girls and ran for the car. "Why are we running?" Hope asked as we got into my car. "They already know who I am but you two are unknown. Face it," I reasoned with them, "if you two get dragged down to the police station, that could be big trouble." "And since you are already known, you are screwed," Chastity muttered. "Yes, basically. Once I get you two safely back to your dorm, I'll turn myself in and deal with the consequences," I informed them. "We'll talk to Gorman when we get back," Hope said. "That kind of voids the reason for fleeing the scene," I pointed out. "What is it about you, dates, and the police?" Chastity chided me. "Hey, now, only half my dates have ended with police involvement," I complained. "Zane, do you realize how horrible those odds are?" Hope noted. "Does this mean no second date?" I joked. "I think we want a do-over on this one," Hope grinned. "I think we were all hoping for a different kind of excitement when we got back to your place." "Groan, it would sort of suck for you two to be in my room when the cops come for me," I sighed. That was the end of our conversation, because it would suck and we had no choice. Once I had Hope and Chastity back to their dorm, I made my way back to my place and changed. Since we were normally required to be in uniform, we had gone to Aunt Jill's to change into 'normal' attire, but I had decided we didn't have the time for it on the way back. I gave Coach Gorman a call and explained the events, minus my two friends. She told me to stay put. It was past midnight when I received a call from the Coach. "Zane, please come to my office," she told me. "I'll be right there," I responded, as I slipped off my bed. The campus was still and dark as I made my way to the Security Center. There were only two offices with lights on, that of the night officer and Gorman's office. Inside, I found Gorman behind her desk and a Sheriff's Deputy sitting in a chair opposite her and angled to look at me and the door. "I told you he would come," Gorman reprimanded the officer. "He ran once; I had reason to believe he would rabbit again," the man answered. "Cowardice is not a trait I attribute to Mr. Braxton," Gorman commented dryly. "That may be the case," he replied. "Mr. Braxton, I want to ask you some questions about what happened at the mall this evening around 9:30." "I went to see a movie. When I came out, I was accosted by three men, and when I attempted to leave, they followed me to the parking lot where I proceeded to beat the crap out of them," I confessed. "So you admit putting two men in the hospital?" the Sheriff's Deputy inquired. "Yes, sir. I struck the taller one in the face, pivoted and did a downward block to the smaller guy, following through with an uppercut to his jaw. I did another strike to the first guy, then did a jump kick, sorry Coach, to his sternum, putting him out of the fight. The smaller guy righted himself, struck, and I caught him in an arm bar. I then brought my knee to his stomach, sorry Coach, and struck him repeatedly with it, sorry Coach," I outlined the fight. "Thank you. But why are you apologizing to Coach Gorman?" the Deputy asked. "He's apologizing for not using Karate moves," Dana informed him. "I'm his Karate Coach as well as Head of Security." "And a hell of a soccer coach, or so I'm told," I grinned sadly. "That is nice. Now, there was a report of two women being with you," the officer said. "Who were they? I need to interview them." "I'm not going to deny there were other women there but I won't name names. There could be academic consequences for fighting and I want to spare them that," I explained. "Son, I could tack on a charge of obstruction of justice to go with your two counts of assault and one of fleeing the scene of a crime," he related. "Okay. Do what you have to do," I declared. "I will not turn on my friends." "In that case, I am placing you under arrest," the Deputy stated, as he stood up and Mirandized me. He brought out the cuffs and led me away. Back at the Sheriff's Office, I sat down with SD Burrows, my arresting officer, and we worked on his report. It turned out I could type and he could peck, so I convinced him to dictate the report for him because I desperately needed some sleep. A female Sheriff's Deputy gave our case, and me, a double-take. "What have you got here?" the woman asked. "Two counts of Assault, fleeing the scene, and obstruction of justice," Burrows said. "Zane Braxton?" she inquired. "Yeah. We have him in a report for that fight at the Kappa Sigma House last Saturday, though no charges were filed," he informed her. "I went to the University, that's Freedom Fellowship, and he turned himself in." "Why did you run?" She turned to me. I groaned and lowered my head. "Apparently, he was protecting the identity of the two women he was with; most likely fellow FFU students," Barrows filled her in. She nodded and went on her way. "Okay," he said when we finished, "let's get you processed and put you into the general holding cell. Do you want to call your lawyer?" "I'd rather get some sleep," I confided in him. "You will be arraigned tomorrow morning at 9:00 so have someone by then," he advised me. After that was the tedious process of fingerprints and the pictures before they finally moved me to the 'overnight' holding cell. Inside were two benches and nine guys. Five crowded onto one bench, two biker-type guys lounged on the second bench, and two were left to stand against the bars. I was really tired. "I'm really tired," I explained to the more tattooed and bald biker-guy, "get off my God-damn bench." There was a hush in the cell. "What did you say, Pussy?" the guy said as he stood up. He had an inch on me and fifty pounds or so. His buddy was standing as well. "I've put two guys in the hospital tonight already. I'm more than willing to put your heads through the bars, Asshole. Now get off my God-damn bench," I growled. "Braxton, I don't want any trouble from you," a passing Deputy commented. "What's he in for?" the lead biker asked the Deputy. "He put two guys in the hospital for talking to his ladies, as best as we can figure," the officer stated. "What are these two in for?" I inquired, while keeping my eyes on the bikers. "Misdemeanor drug possession," the Deputy answered. I smiled evilly at the bikers. "Get off my God-damn bench. I need a nap," I seethed and they back-side-stepped out of my way. As I said, I was really cranky. For whatever reason, no one attacked me in my sleep, and I was definitely dead to the world within five minutes of my head hitting the hard surface of my contested bench. I dreamed of ice cream and pizza, and scantily clad babes bringing me ice cream and pizza, confirming that while exhausted, I was not dead. "Mr. Braxton," a strange yet not totally unfamiliar voice said as she shook me awake. I looked up into the deep, earthy brown eyes of the female Deputy that I'd seen earlier. "They need you in Interrogation Room One." I sat up and rubbed my eyes, realized I didn't have a watch, so I inquired as to the time, a little past 2:00. "Okay, but I've already confessed," I mumbled as I stood up. "I'm not sure what more I can say." She turned and walked out of the cell, where a second female officer was holding the door. Alarm bells were going off. While I've never been to a US jail before, I'd seen enough police procedural shows to know the cops never let the convict get behind them. Girls do it all the time, when they want to show off their ass, and I stupidly was caught doing just that, as her smirk over her shoulder revealed. She shut the door when I left and walked down the hall with one in front of me and one behind. Sure enough, they took me into an interrogation room, and the unknown one took a seat opposite me while the slightly more familiar one stood behind my chair. "Mr. Braxton, we understand you have refused your right to counsel; is that correct?" the one with Urquhart on her name tag said. "Technically, no. I have refused to call for a lawyer but I plan to engage one in the morning," I admitted. "We would like to ask you some questions, if that is okay?" Deputy Urquhart said. "Sure," I leaned back. The other officer put her hands on my shoulders. Without really thinking about it, I reached across my chest to the opposite shoulder and ran my fingertips along the fingertips of the woman's hand. My interrogator noted the gesture. "You were in an altercation at the Kappa Sigma House last weekend. What can you tell us about that?" she asked. "I imagine saying things like 'it wasn't official' and 'it was within city limits' is pointless, so I guess I was shoved into the girls' bathroom by five guys and got my ass kicked," I explained. "Five guys decided to beat you up? Was there a reason?" she persisted. The other officer began rubbing her fingers along with mine. "Short story, none of your business; longer version, these frat boys were messing with some of the ladies I came to the party with and I got the ladies away. Later, they came for payback and a fight ensued. I got my ladies out, then went back to the Kappa Sigs to see if everything was okay." "But neither the FFU girls nor the Sorority pressed charges so we don't know who they are, and now you are in another fight, women are involved, but you won't tell us who they are either," she outlined. "Basically, yes," I replied. "You are looking at some very serious trouble if these girls don't step forward or you don't tell us who they are," she explained. I took the time to move my free hand behind me and onto the thigh of the officer there. In seconds, I had spider-climbed my hand to her crotch. She tensed up, pushed away from me, then rocked forward until her breasts bracketed my head. "Well, since that's not going to happen, how about we get something to eat?" I sighed. I figured that sleep wasn't likely so I might as well toss around some sexual innuendo to lighten the mood. "You are looking at serious jail time and your first thought is to order out?" the interrogator questioned. "I was hoping to eat in, actually," I grinned. "Oh, and what makes you think that is going to happen?" she questioned me with a sexual undertone. "Two female officers, you are not taking notes, and I've been frigging your partner behind my back for nearly a minute now without her putting my head through the table," I explained. She stared at me for a second, not sure if I was exhibiting bravado or I was really playing into their game. Apparently her partner expressed to her visually that I was indeed playing with her. "Well, what do you have in mind?" she gave a lopsided grin. "I'm Haley and she's Tara." "First off," I stood up, moved the chair away, and turned to Tara, "I'd like to do this." I ran my hands down her sides, around to cup the ass she'd shown me in the cell while I kissed her. Tara pulled my lips down to her ear and neck while I raised her leg up until her knee was at my hip level. When I began working on her belt buckle, her hands came around and helped me until it swung loose and she lowered it to the ground. A rapid mutual stripping off of the clothes followed. "You two want to slow down?" Haley joked as she came up behind me. "Fuck, this thing is huge," Tara gasped past me to her partner. Since her hand had surrounded my cock, I had to imagine she had a flair for the dramatic. "He's twice as big as my husband." Oh, Hell! Husband? I guess if I was a better guy, I'd end things right now, but I'm an okay guy, not a saint. "If he complains, remind him that he's sleeping with that tramp of a sister you have," Haley teased. "God, yes," Tara moaned happily, "Let's get a condom on this bad boy and see if he performs as advertised. If he's anything like his video, I can't wait to show this to Bill and let's see how he likes it." "Whoa," I interjected. "Who is your husband, Bill, and is he going to want to kill me?" Tara slid down my body, licking my shaft and balls as she went, retrieved a condom from her pants, and came back up along the same path. "Don't you worry, Zane; he's a bouncer at the Fallout Shelter," Tara assured me. Clearly I had no idea what that was so Tara enlightened me. "It's a popular college club. You can't get in there legally anyway." "Your sister?" I questioned. As for the club, was an ID the only thing in the way? Simple. "She's a bartender there, the slut. She's still pissed that I put her husband away," Haley explained. "What'd he go in for?" This was getting more and more twisted. Haley began rubbing her nearly naked body against mine from behind. "Arms trafficking. He was sentenced to twelve years down in Fairview," Haley murmured, "Now, let's put that tongue to better use." Arms trafficking, at least I'm learning about firearms at school. I turned Tara around and pushed her up against the table next to Haley. "How are we going to do this?" Haley asked. "You both get up on the table and I'll give it a shot," I told them. "I am so far past exhausted that I feel invincible." I crouched down, placing Haley's left and Tara's right between my legs, and began to massage their cunts in tandem. I moved up to Haley first, kissing her cunt lips, then making three passes with my tongue, parting her lips and tasting her fluids as they began to flow. I then transferred my attention to Tara, this time sucking on her already excited clit. "Make out," I suggested to the objects of my affections. "We are not like that," Tara told me. Well, that sucked, or more like, I was going to be the only one sucking, which made my job a lot harder. Now I had to increase the activities of my fingers to keep them boiling, and finally I sent Tara over the edge with clitoral stimulation with my lips and teeth. "Oh, God!" she cried out shrilly. Her legs wrapped around my shoulders and squeezed me tightly to her, temporarily pulling my hand away from Haley's honey trap. The second I could pry myself free of Tara's legs, I stood over Haley and began sliding my cock into her hot, steamy cunt. "Ah," she moaned, "give it to me just like that, oh, yeah." I pushed in slowly. By her tightness, I figured it had been some time since she'd had sex. "Oh, fuck, she went on. "Bigger than Chris?" Tara chuckled, somewhat breathless. Chris? Who the fuck was Chris? If I had to deal with another husband, I was going to seek out a non-extradition country. "Chris?" I ground out, as I picked up my pounding of Haley. "My, ugh, ex, ugh, damn, you are , ugh, good," Haley grunted. "Caught, oh, yeah, him, banging a, ugh, co-ed, ugh, divorced his, ass." What the hell? Could no one in this town keep it in their pants? Had I come home to where I truly belonged? "How is he?" Tara asked. "I'm, hmm, plotting out, yeah, baby, that, ugh, mile, oh, good, between his, hmm, school and, fuck, yeah, his home." Haley urged me on harder with her thighs on my ass and her fingernails on my shoulders and back. Lucky me; Lancaster city limits end right past the Kappa Sigma house, then it's all county up to the campus gates. I already had a city cop waiting for second round and now I was adding to frustrated Sheriff's Deputies figuring out how to commit legal malfeasance on my ass. I was so distracted, I literally collided with Haley's face as she grabbed the back of my head and pulled me down. Kissing, I understood; the licking of Tara's juices off my face is somewhat unexpected. I caught Tara mesmerized by the show, though I was really not in a position to push them together because Haley started going off. "You bastard," she growled, "bastard, bastard, fuck, fuck, you Bastard!!" She bucked up against me with powerful jabs that rotated and lifted her hips into my downward thrusts. She made this hissing noise through her clenched teeth as her orgasm gripped her body in one massive seizure. How exactly do you explain fucking a female officer to death? "Did, is she going to be okay?" Tara worried. How in the Hell am I supposed to know? "Oh, Gawd," Haley finally gasped. "Do you date older women?" "Ah, I don't know, since I may be going to prison soon," I responded cautiously. "That's not going to be a problem," Tara said seductively as she tilted my sweaty face her way. "Those guys dropped the charges. Your lawyers are processing you out right now." "A less deviant personality would be upset by what you two just did," I groaned, "but since the sex has been really good and I haven't cum yet, all I really want to know is, do we have to stop now or can we keep going?" They exchanged glances, then turned on me with a hunger worthy of she-wolves. Fortunately, I was feeling pretty damn Alpha wolf right then too. Yes, I'm an idiot. An hour later we were all finishing getting dressed when I slumped back on the table and put an arm over my eyes to shield me from the overhead florescent lights. "You okay, Zane?" Tara asked. "Nothing wrong here, but I did have this fantasy that I'd get a good night's sleep tonight. I'm not sure how I'm going to get through classes," I relayed to them. "The weekend is almost here," Haley said as she pulled me up and off the table. I stumbled into her arms and she gave me one more saucy kiss. "Now we better produce your body before too many questions are asked." "Don't worry, we'll keep in touch with you to make sure those guys don't cause you any trouble," Tara grinned. "Which guys?" I asked for clarification. "Exactly," Haley smiled. Translation: whatever excuse works. "Let's go." We three had all made it out the door and about fifteen steps down the hall when a voice called out behind us. "Zane." It was Hudson Lane, the school's lawyer. My two new friends and I turned around and I didn't have to be told how bad things were. Lane and another woman had come out of the door next to the interrogation room I'd just left. That would be the room on the other side of the one-way glass. "Hey, Ms. Lane," I grinned, even as the blood drained out of my face. "Been here long?" "About an hour," she smiled knowingly. "I can explain," I gulped. My two cop buddies were very silent on the matter. "This is going to be good," Lane told the woman standing next to her. The stranger looked intrigued. "See, I ended up in a cell with some drug smugglers and it necessitated a full-body cavity search," I offered hopefully. "While that is a possibility, far-fetched perhaps, why were the officers required to also be without their clothing?" the unnamed lawyer asked. I stared at her. "That's Zane's way of asking who you are," Hudson smiled. "Oh, my apology. I'm Sophia Brigitte Messier. I was hired to represent you in this matter," the lawyer answered. "Oh, okay. The officers discovered that they might have had drug residue on their uniforms and had to remove them before the drugs could take effect," I lied. "And the physical Olympics that ensued?" Brigitte smirked. "CPR, I was having a bad reaction to, something," I groaned. "For an hour? You are lucky to be alive," she said with a straight face. "I often feel that way too, lucky to be alive, that is," I clarified. "Officers, I think we are done here tonight," Lane told my female Deputies. They both took a deep breath, Tara smirked at me, then they both departed down the hall. "Let's go, Zane; it is time to get you home." I moved aside so that Lane and Messier could walk past me, but Lane put her hand to my back and moved me forward. "No, you don't," she laughed. "You need to get to campus before daylight." "Couldn't you stash me in a motel room for twenty-four hours?" I stifled a yawn. Lane shook her head and steered me out. As I was leaving the station, a short, burly Deputy brushed past me. His name tag read Chris Urquhart. Well, fuck a duck, Haley's ex is a Sheriff's Deputy too. "Zane, are you okay?" Lane asked with some concern. "Let's get out of here before that guy figures out I just nailed his ex-wife," I whispered to her. "My car is this way," Brigitte motioned to us, and we hastily made to her car and sped away. "Just so I have this straight," Brigitte turned to Lane, "you let this guy live among an entire school of young ladies?" "I'd trust my daughter if I had one," Hudson declared. "Zane's reliable and loyal, if sexually, " "Promiscuous, aggressive, dynamic, Brigitte added. "I can only imagine how this story is going to be received around the bar where I hang out. I'm not sure anyone will believe me." "This has never happened to you before?" Lane teased us both. "Going to a hospital and intimidating witnesses, happens all the time. Going to the station to retrieve my client, only to find him, I don't even know how to describe all those sexual acts he perpetrated on those two female officers, still having sex with two of his arresting officers, how does this happen to someone?" Brigitte wondered. "That's Zane," Lane answered. "Zane, have you ever turned down an offer of sex?" "Recently," I thought about it, "technically, yes I have." "Really?" Lane sounded surprised. "Well, she said I could do anything to her, and I told her I wanted to cuddle," I told them. "Does that count?" "A girl throws herself at you and all you want to do is cuddle?" Brigitte said. "If it wasn't for what I witnessed over the past hour, I might think you were gay." "She is a really nice girl who is worried about the nature of our relationship. She didn't really want to have sex, she wanted to be appreciated, so I held her and talked to her and we fell asleep in each other's arms," I explained. "Is this the guy you think is a threat to our girls at Freedom Fellowship?" Lane questioned. "I actually wish my boyfriend had felt that way. He was all about quick sex and rolling over, and private time was spending the night at a club with his friends," Brigitte mulled it over, then, "Oh, God, I unloaded on the two of you. I don't even know either one of you." "Zane makes women around him do all kinds of crazy things," Lane chuckled. "Blame him." "Honestly, Ms. Messier, you need to take a good swim to unwind," I noted. "Not power-laps either, but diving and swimming deep, fun stuff." Silence followed. "How did you know I was a swimmer? I competed in college," Brigitte inquired. "You have that kind of body, plus the way your roll your shoulders and hips," I responded. "I thought you would say something like my breasts were small," she stated. "What do you mean? You have great breasts. That green half-cup is a really good choice for you, too," I told her. "How, Brigitte stammered. "I notice women," I explained. "Brown eyes, set tight on an aquiline nose, shoulder length black hair, but you probably feel you need a haircut, fine bone structure, five foot ten, and maybe 115 pounds, slender, and you regularly wax." More silence followed. "How old is he, again?" Brigitte asked Hudson. "I swear he's only eighteen; we checked. All we can figure is that it is genetic. Apparently his father was a real hellion," Lane related. "We are lucky there aren't dozens of little Zane s out there." "Maybe that is why my Dad told me to never use my real name when I first asked him for dating advice," I mused. "I thought your parents died when you were fifteen," Brigitte asked. "They did, but I started dating when I was twelve," I enlightened her. "You were dating when you were twelve?" Hudson gawked. "If it is any consolation, she was sixteen," I offered. "How do you date a sixteen-year-old when you are twelve?" Brigitte wondered. "She was upset because some other girls were bothering her. I started up a conversation and then I asked her out and she said yes," I stated what was obvious to me. "Tell me you didn't have sex," Lane said. "No, I didn't have sex. I was a virgin until I went to Thailand," I filled them in. "No sex of any kind?" Brigitte asked. "I didn't say that. I mean, she was gorgeous and, filled out so much more than girls in my class, and she wanted to show me stuff," I continued. Silence followed us into the campus parking lot. "We'll see you up to your room," Hudson told me as we got out of the car. At this point, I figured I could make a run for it, but then Gorman would probably let them into my room eventually anyway. I considered leaving the campus forever but I couldn't leave Rio behind. Finally, I surrendered to the inevitable. Not because I'm egotistical or believe I'm sexually irresistible but because all I want to do is sleep, and that seems to draw women to me like nails to a magnet. My life would have been so much easier if I'd lied and told Brigitte she was a stick and claimed Hudson was unremarkable. Of course, my hell-bound mind referenced that Hudson was definitely bi-sexual and Brigitte was lonely. "I need you to sign some papers," Brigitte told me as we entered the dorm. "Can I grab a shower first?" I responded. Ms. Messier and Lane exchanged looks. "Of course, Zane," Lane replied. "We'll go over our notes until you get back." In reality, lawyers are struggling guys in cheap suits with bad diets and an under-developed sense of humor. In my world, they are leggy babes with overcharged libidos and a penchant for mixing business with pleasure. I fully expected a lesbian love fest when I got back to my room from my shower so I was a bit surprised when I got back and found them sitting on opposite ends of the bed in awkward conversation. I'm standing there with a white towel around my waist and my flesh covered in a sheen of steam-borne water. Brigitte couldn't take her eyes off me and licked her lips like I was a piece of prime rib. Hudson looked at her and visually teased me seductively; she had used me as bait to get at her newfound colleague. I'd hate her if she wasn't so damn hot. I'm going to have to add Nuvigil to the Viagra I need to start taking. "Zane, why don't you sit down next to Brigitte and we can conclude our business," Hudson smiled and gave me a wink. Great, I've gone from her sex toy to her accomplice. I sat down next to Brigitte, our thighs rubbing against each other. She nervously pulled out some papers and a notepad from her briefcase and held them up for me to look over. At the same time, Hudson scooted down the bed until she was wedged in on my other side. "Here is the itinerary I followed," she began. "Okay, good," I nodded. I would have paid more attention except Hudson touched my jaw and pulled my head away from Brigitte and my lips into hers. "My interview, maybe I should, Brigitte stuttered, then fell totally quiet when I rested a hand on her thigh right above the knee. Hudson and I kept making out, even after she pushed me back on the bed and hovered over me. I kept a hand resting on Brigitte's hip and I felt her shift so she was closer to facing the two of us. "Keep him busy," Hudson suddenly told Brigitte as she pulled up and away and began taking her shirt off. She looked back and forth between me and Lane for three seconds before leaning in on me. "Are you okay with this?" she said in a throaty growl. I figured less was more so I simply nodded. She started kissing me tentatively so I ran my hand through her hair and pulled her closer. Her position was ungainly so I figured she'd turn on her side and lay beside me. Instead, she vaulted me and straddled my hips. "Are you really sure you are okay with this?" she panted. "If you are asking me if I want to have sex with you, then yes, I have been fantasizing about having sex with you since I first saw you, Brigitte." Not really the truth, but she did have a nice, firm, athletic body and I did want to know it better. On my tombstone I want these words transcribed: He was just curious. "Thank God," she confessed, as her eyes lit up with passion, "because I haven't had sex in nine months and watching you for the past hour and a half has been murder." "Are you going to make love to him with your clothes on?" Hudson teased Brigitte. "Oh, right," Brigitte admitted. She rolled off toward Hudson and began hiking up her skirt and working down her pantyhose and panties. "Don't go anywhere," she demanded of me. "This is my room; I'm hardly going to make a run for the door," I joked back. I pulled off my towel, rolled onto my side, and returned to kissing Brigitte. Every time she revealed a new portion of her body, I dove on it, tasting, kissing, and nibbling every inch. Hudson finished getting undressed first despite Brigitte's frantic efforts. She was content to watch me and the new lawyer go at it. When Brigitte finished stripping she pulled me on top of her with her legs pinning my hips to her. I reached between her legs and stroked her kitty. "Is there anything you want me to do first?" I questioned her with a husky tone. She let me rub my fingers over her cunt several times before she nodded vigorously. "Scoot to the top of the bed," I requested. Brigitte crab-walked to the head of the bed while Hudson let her move past, then shot me a 'clever boy' look. I crawled forth on all fours between Brigitte's legs and gave her a famished look before lowering my lips to her muff. "Umm," she moaned as I rested my upper lip against her clit while I inserted my tongue deep into her liquid folds, already dripping with her need. I worked her over for over a minute before I noted Hudson poised right above my head. I parted Brigitte's legs farther apart and began kissing down her thighs toward the underside of her knees. "No, Brigitte pleaded. "Close your eyes and concentrate on my lips," I instructed her. When she did so, I exchanged another quick look to Hudson, then went lower on Brigitte's thighs. Hudson's arms straddled Brigitte's body and she lowered her face onto Brigitte's cunt. "Yeah," Brigitte purred, as Hudson slowly sucked on her clit. We kept up the pressure on our latest friend for several minutes before she finally clued in that there were two sets of lips engaging her body's erogenous zones. "Ms. Lane, Hudson, I don't think, oh, Brigitte's protest was stifled by Hudson's vigorous suction of her clit. I gave Ms. Messier about fifteen seconds to decide whether or not she wanted to fight Hudson off but when her hands quested down to gently hold Hudson's head in place, I was sure we were okay. I moved outside of Brigitte's legs and slowly forced her onto her side. Hudson responded expertly and soon I was kissing her ass cheeks and Hudson was lapping her cunt. Hudson was tuning up her cunt while I teased and penetrated her anus with the occasional sojourn lower so that Hudson and I could kiss between her legs. That intensified Brigitte's arousal and within a minute, she began trembling. "You two, are incredible," she gasped out desperately. "I'm going, going to cum!" She bucked a few times, then went off. "Yes, yes, yes, yes, Yes, Yes!" she growled. Brigitte wasn't a screamer but her orgasm carried a subsonic undercurrent that made the skin tingle and the blood pump faster. As she came down we positioned ourselves farther up Brigitte's body, sandwiching her between us. "How do you want to handle this?" Hudson threw out there. "I still need a stiff, hard cock," Brigitte pleaded. "Okay," Hudson grinned wickedly. "Brigitte, we will '69' with you on top and Zane will mount you doggy style." "I'm not really into girls, sorry," Brigitte apologized. "You don't have to do anything to me," Hudson lied to her" "but I want another shot at your clit while Zane bangs you." Brigitte gulped, then nodded, and the ladies positioned themselves quickly enough. Several things ensued, primarily the exposure of Hudson Lane as a persistent witch who usually gets her way. Just as important, Brigitte isn't a 'slammer', she's a 'slow stroke' kind of girl. She likes the feel of a strong rod slowly pushing in and out of her as it rubs against her vaginal walls. She's not about friction but sensitivity. Another little trick was, every fifth stroke into Brigitte, Hudson would pull me out and insert nearly two-thirds of my meat down her throat, then reinsert me back into Brigitte, which is pretty freaking Awesome. That last bit of Ms. Lane's plan was a combination of stamina, curiosity, and lustful arousal. For the first minute or so, Brigitte kept her head up and avoided looking down at Hudson's inviting spread. Hudson would ungulate her hips and moan occasionally but wouldn't play with herself. Eventually, Brigitte was drawn to look at Hudson's glistening lips and finally touch them. A few cautious, coaxing strokes turned into a finger dipping in and an excited squeal from Hudson. Brigitte took the encouragement for what it was and began to seriously work Hudson's lips over with the first and third fingers while finger-fucking with the middle. Hudson hungrily sought out more attention and before I knew it, Brigitte had lowered her lips to Lane's engorged clitoris. To remind Lane she wasn't getting away with murder, I reached under Brigitte and tortured Hudson's nipples with a vengeance. Maybe that wasn't the best way to teach Hudson a lesson because she began exploding all over the place seconds later, it is that whole seduction thing, no doubt. That left me with nearly a minute to concentrate solely on Brigitte and I did so by leaning over her body, reaching around and massaging each breast lovingly, from tender flesh to rigid nipple. Her climax had the unintended consequence of Brigitte biting Lane on the inner thigh hard enough to leave visible teeth marks and elicit a loud squeal from Hudson. Brigitte tumbled to the side in a jumble of arms and legs with Hudson. I crashed backwards, sprawling over the foot of my bed. I lay there, exhausted, wasted, broken, and spent physically, emotionally, and spiritually. Lane appeared like some hazy spirit over me and smiled. "Now it is my turn," she demanded. Rio loves me. I'm sure if I begged her to put a knife through my heart she would do it. I put that suggestion on my 'To Do' list. Relationships, consequences, and women in need. "Zane," Barbie Lynn whispered to me as she shook my shoulder. I swear I only got to sleep ten minutes ago. I blearily looked around me. Brigitte was face down on my left snoring softly, her black hair splayed everywhere. Hudson was asleep on my right, an innocent smile on her lips visible because her head was turned toward me. Then there was Barbie Lynn who looked both amused and nervous as she was trying to wake me up without disturbing the two professional women to either side. "You need to get up," she continued to hiss. "I don't want you to miss your shower." Yes, I had already had a shower recently, but I'd also been milked of every last ounce of energy in the interim. Gingerly I climbed over Hudson, but half way there she stirred and started to wake. "Go back to sleep," I murmured to her. I kissed her on the cheek; she grinned, wiggled beneath me and then went still. My cock had been resting on her ass when this happened and sprang to life in one last suicidal effort at manhood. Barbie Lynn grabbed a towel and my shower kit and led me by the hand down the stairs. When we stepped out into the hall she wrapped the towel around me, stroking my hard-on. "If you like," she purred, "I'll take care of that for you." She had no idea why I started to sob uncontrollably. She put an arm around my shoulder and led me to the showers in silence. My cadre of shower-buddies was already there when I arrived. I nodded a few greetings then walked straight into a cold spray of water, hanging my head and letting the chill push me back toward consciousness. "What's wrong with him?" Opal asked Barbie Lynn. "He was arrested last night," she told the assembled group. "You go, Boy!" Rio exulted. She's a freak. "He was on a date with Hope and Chastity," Iona spoke up. "I'll find out what they know." "Anyway, I went up to find him and there he was with all those bites and scratches all over his body, plus he had Ms. Lane and some other woman I don't know in bed with him, asleep." "Ms. Lane, the school lawyer?" Brandi babbled. "The very one," Barbie Lynn affirmed. "I suppose it is too much to hope for that they had clothes on?" Iona sighed. "Sorry, no. Naked as the day they were born with that freshly and thoroughly fucked glow all about them," Barbie Lynn giggled. "Well, who is going to ask him what happened?" Opal demanded. "I don't know," Brandi intervened. "He looks like he's about to die." "Nah, I know that look," Rio snickered. "He's past the 'about to die' phase. Right now, he's at the 'praying for death' phase." The water warmed up and I decided it was time to actually get clean so I poured out some shampoo and worked it in. Signs of life on my part quieted the conversation and quickened the girls to finish up their own cleaning functions. Later Opal insisted on shaving me while Brandi began cataloging the sexual details the women had left on my body. "Whoa, the bite marks on his shoulders are smaller than the ones on his ass," Brandi enlightened the remaining girls. Iona and Rio had already beaten a hasty exit and had I been more alert, I would have been terribly worried. As it was, Barbie Lynn guided me back to my door and let me go up alone. "Umm, hey, Zane," murmured Hudson as I began getting dressed. She had rolled over and was looking at me as I zipped up my pants. "Good Morning, Hudson. Barbie Lynn Masters was up here earlier, reminding me to use the shower, and she saw both of you," I informed her. "Oh, God, where am I? Oh, God, what have I done?" moaned Brigitte into her pillow. I walked to her side of the bed and sat down. I let my hand rub her shoulder blades and brushed her hair away from her neck. "You didn't do anything immoral or illegal," Hudson said. "Technically, Zane was never your client but a person of interest to your client. We are all of legal age." "I'm in some teenage boy's dorm room," she muttered. "I had hopes of making partner one day too." "How do you feel?" I asked. "I'm beat," she sighed. I kissed her on the back of the neck. "Don't." I kissed her lower, where the neck flows into the shoulders. "Don't, Another kiss along the top of the left shoulder blade, "Oh, a final kiss to the top of the shoulder. "Damn," she moaned. "I hope you had a good time because I certainly did," I whispered into her ear. "I did," she admitted. "I'm, still thrumming inside. That last orgasm, she couldn't put it into words, though I was sure Hudson was feeling very self-satisfied right then. "Don't worry about anything. Stay in my room until 9:00 then slip over to Ms. Lane's office while we are at Assembly, then make a public showing of leaving from there and heading out. Everything will be okay," I assured her. "I'll look after her, Zane," Hudson Lane told me. "How about I set the alarm clock and you two get some sleep?" I suggested. Hudson pouted, then let it turn into a knowing grin. "Okay, but what about you?" Hudson noted. "You look like Death warmed over." "Thanks," I joked through the fatigue. "How come only women are allowed to look even more desirable after sex, while men simply look worn out?" Brigitte rolled onto her side and stared at me. "Is he for real?" she wondered to Hudson. "Absolutely," she chuckled back. "Look at his pants if you don't believe me." Damn it, I was hard again. "Zane, have you ever thought about interning at a law firm?" Brigitte asked. "I'm in Pre-Med," I answered. "Change majors," she commanded. Hudson laughed. "Be careful, Sophia Brigitte Messier, there are at least a dozen young ladies on this campus who will deeply resent you poaching their favorite freshman," Hudson snickered. Brigitte looked at me with a twinge of sadness and regret. "Hudson knows how to reach me if you ever have need of me," I told her. "Please understand that while what we did was very pleasurable, I am here to graduate with a degree in something." "Yes, that whole being eighteen and all," Brigitte sighed. "I understand." "Zane," Hudson huffed, "do you want to see Brigitte again?" "Absolutely; there is something to be said for her tight swimmer's body," I replied," and she's definitely got spirit." "I'm not another one of your college co-eds," she chastised me, but with a smile on her face. "Why not? You are as wild and vigorous as any eighteen-year-old I know," I responded. Brigitte's mouth fell open in shock. "I, well, because I'm a graduate of Georgetown Law School; third in my class," she stammered. "One never stops being young; you merely forget how," I quoted someone from somewhere, but I was too tired to remember the specifics. "I hope that if any job opportunity every stops you from being as sexy as you are now, you turn it down." "Imagine what he's like when he's actually trying to seduce you," Hudson smiled. "I repeat my earlier question: are you sure you want to unleash this boy, man on an all-girls campus?" Brigitte grinned. "I swear, the next girl I get to seduce here will be the first," I groaned. "They rarely give me the chance or the time before, well, things happen. Frankly, I've only romanced one girl here and she's not too interested." "Who is that?" Hudson inquired. "Christina Buchanan," I shrugged, "a beautiful, intelligent senior who seems to have enough sense to not get too involved with me." Brigitte shook her head and chuckled. "She's my employer. She hired me to get you out of jail." I wasn't sure how long I stood there digesting that news because the next thing I recalled was Hudson calling my name. "Zane? Zane? Are you okay?" "Huh?" I muttered. "You zoned out there for a minute. You really need some sleep," she observed. "I won't argue with that, but it doesn't seem likely," I noted. "I am going to call Ms. Goodswell and ask her to get you half the day off," Hudson stated. "You aren't going to hear me argue," I grinned as I flopped down on the bed. I assumed she called but I was out before she reached her phone. Getting Through The Day I slept through a nice little struggle between Rhaine and Barbie Lynn. Rhaine had been sent promptly at 7:00 to deliver me to the Chancellor. Barbie Lynn had been warned of the visit, and my condition, by Virginia Goodswell, and held her off long enough for Doctor Larson to get there and defuse the situation. By the time the Chancellor made a second run at me, Hudson and Brigitte had made their exit and Ms. Lane was able to cover for me and my 'condition'. At 11:30 I received a call from Lane to 'remind' me that I had to bring by the papers she'd 'left' with me when she escorted me from the jail the night before. I found the paperwork that Brigitte had wanted me to sign last night, read it over, and then signed them. After that, I grabbed my stuff and headed for the Dining Hall. For a nice change, I was one of the early arrivals, getting my food and grabbing my spot in peace. I had started working on my salad when I spotted Iona running right at me. "Zane!" she cried out as she hugged me. "I was so worried about you." "I was a little exhausted, Iona," I squeezed her back. "There was nothing to worry about." "You were in jail, Silly," she lectured me. "A really prisoner could have hurt you." Iona was missing the fact that I put two people in the hospital. Mentioning that I threatened two bikers over a bench to sleep on would definitely be unwise. "I was in no real danger. They didn't put me in with any bad people; mainly drunks and minor drug charges," I embellished the facts. She rested her head on my shoulder (I was still sitting) and sighed. "Well, Rio and I were still worried," she murmured. No sooner had Iona headed off to get food than Rio came up. "Hey, little brother, we have got to get you a prison tattoo now," she laughed. "Rio, I was in County lock-up for four hours. I didn't even get to use the communal toilet," I joked back. "So, how many hotties did you bang? Quick, tell me before Iona gets back," Rio grinned. "They don't house men and women together," I pointed out. "Oh, like concrete walls and iron bars are going to slow you down," she teased. "Fine, I swear I did not have sex with any female, or male, inmates," I pledged. "Damn, she frowned for a second, then she brightened up. "You nailed a cop!" I lowered my head with embarrassment. "Well, fuck," she crowed, "you nailed two? More?" I pointed to the lunch line. "Go get some food, damn it!" I growled. She skipped off, overly pleased with herself, and all I could do was shake my head. Before Iona returned, a dozen more of my friends stopped by to see if I was okay, if I was molested in prison (they are weird friends), and to confirm that I'd really put two guys in the hospital for threatening two FFU girls. Iona and Rio were sitting down with me when Raven came up, looking conflicted. "Well, I don't imagine you made any progress on our project," she asked. "No. I said I'd get stuff this weekend so we could start Monday," I assured her. "Fine; try to stay out of jail and not fight anybody, and get some sleep," she stated. Raven gave me a curt nod, turned and left. "Zane," Rio sighed, "you've gotten another one into your orbit." "No," I insisted, "we are studying together; that's all." "So she came over here to ask totally irrelevant questions she already knew the answers too?" Iona mused. God is laughing at me and trying to drive me crazy. Chastity and Hope came walking up next, looking less pleased than I hoped they would. "We need a moment outside," Chastity cautioned me. I stuffed as much food as possible into my cheeks before getting up and following them out; I'd missed breakfast after all. The trail led outside where Christina, Faith, and Heaven waited. In a strange reversal of events, Heaven looked fearful for me and Christina looked like she wanted to bite my head off. Even Faith held some sympathy toward me. I got to them, tried to smile, but Christina cut me off. "Can you try to not fuck everyone in sight?" Christina snarled. "Honestly, all I wanted to do was get back to my room and get some sleep," I swore. "What did he d

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Childbirth is beautiful... but also "nasty work." And is your ex-boyfriend ugly? We're discussing why looks still matter, even when the relationship is perfect.This week on Hoecially Awkward, the hosts are getting real and a little bit gross. Join Mimi, the self-proclaimed motivational speaker and soon-to-be mom on maternity leave, as she drops a bombshell: she lost her "pussy booger." If you're a little confused, don't worry, she explains the real, unfiltered side of childbirth in a way only she can.We're also tackling the most important questions of our time, like the logistics of a meal train (shout out to Kayla!), expectations in dating, & why people should "try something different"1 and why you should never trust a kid's video game skills. Plus, the crew weighs in on a viral tweet about dating an "ugly" but great boyfriend. Is it worth it to "try something different"?Tune in and find out!To get more of the Hoecially Awkward experience, join our Facebook group to engage with other fans and get exclusive content. Plus, don't forget to check out our website and social media channels for more updates. If you want to show some love to Mimi and her new baby, you can find a link to the meal train in the Facebook group. Thanks for listening!email to HoeciallyAwkward@gmail.comInstagram to Hoecially_Awkward

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Hey Friends! This week we talk about the Southwest pilot that was arrested for a DUI before boarding the plane! Sha'carri Richardson is arrested for putting her hands on her boyfriend, Lisa Raye thinks there's a double standard in Hollywood for black women, and 2 women go viral for doing VERY unique things.Have you ever wondered why? people make up song lyrics???In the Reality Round-up, we talk Big Brother 27.

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A new week begins with a double-bill of Lang Fairy Tales - both pretty cat-focused. The Master Cat; or Puss in Boots introduces us to a frankly psychopathic, murderous, criminal mastermind of a feline, before The History of Whittington is much more about swapping cats for more valuable things, domestic violence, and the apparent honesty of English merchants. We hope you enjoy. And also that you feel less awkward about Martin saying "Pussy" a whole bunch than he does...If you are unfamiliar with the Lang Fairy Tales, these seminal collections were assembled between 1889 and 1913 by a married couple, folklorists and translators Nora and Andrew Lang, with most of the work done to compile them completed by Nora, also known as Leonora Blanche Alleyne.Assembled and published in 12 colour-coded "Fairy Books," the corpus the Langs put together included 798 fairy tales from across cultures, many of which had never before been translated into English.They were amongst the most influential books of their time, changing the course of children's literature - although they're hardly just for children, and often deal with quite challenging concepts.Today, purchasing a complete set of the Lang Fairy Books in good condition costs over £4,000 ($5,000+).Thankfully, the collections are all out of copyright, meaning that we can now tell these stories, in podcast form, many for the first time, and share them with a global audience, for free.Our plan is to release the stories between main series of Three Ravens, performing them straight (though with plenty of silly voices) letting the tales speak for themselves in all their madcap, sharp-edged, often quite bizarre glory.The only edits we have made are to amend some culturally-insensitive epithets, which typically pertain to ethnicity, with any such edits made by Eleanor Conlon.Three Ravens is an English Myth and Folklore podcast hosted by award-winning writers Martin Vaux and Eleanor Conlon.Released on Mondays, each weekly episode focuses on one of England's 39 historic counties, exploring the history, folklore and traditions of the area, from ghosts and mermaids to mythical monsters, half-forgotten heroes, bloody legends, and much, much more. Then, and most importantly, the pair take turns to tell a new version of an ancient story from that county - all before discussing what that tale might mean, where it might have come from, and the truths it reveals about England's hidden past...Bonus Episodes are released on Thursdays plus Local Legends episodes on Saturdays - interviews with acclaimed authors, folklorists, podcasters and historians with unique perspectives on that week's county.With a range of exclusive content on Patreon, too, including audio ghost tours, the Three Ravens Newsletter, and monthly Three Ravens Film Club episodes about folk horror films from across the decades, why not join us around the campfire and listen in?Learn more at www.threeravenspodcast.com, join our Patreon at www.patreon.com/threeravenspodcast, and find links to our social media channels here: https://linktr.ee/threeravenspodcastThree Ravens is a myth and folklore podcast hosted by Eleanor Conlon and Martin Vaux.In each Monday episode we explore a historic county, digging into heritage, folklore and traditions, then we tell a new version of a legend from that county. Bonus Episodes are released on Thursdays and Saturdays.Visit our website Join our Patreon Social media channels and sponsors Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Book Vs. Movie: “Goldfinger” The 1959 Ian Fleming Novel Vs the 1964 Sean Connery FilmIan Fleming's Goldfinger (1959) and its 1964 film adaptation featuring Sean Connery present one of James Bond's most iconic villains, but in very different styles. The novel is a gritty Cold War spy thriller, showcasing a vulnerable Bond who relies on his wits rather than gadgets. Goldfinger's scheme centers on a traditional gold heist from Fort Knox, with Pussy Galore leading a lesbian criminal gang, creating a darker tone. In contrast, the film, directed by Guy Hamilton, turns the story into flashy pop entertainment. Goldfinger's plan involves irradiating gold with a dirty bomb, and Pussy is reimagined as a glamorous pilot who falls in love with Bond. Connery's 007 is suave and nearly invincible, complete with a gadget-loaded Aston Martin DB5.Between the novel and the movie, which did the Margos like better? Have a listen to find out! In this episode, the Margos discuss:The life of Ian Fleming and Sean Connery's BondThe differences between the book and movie.The cast includes: Sean Connery (James Bond), Gert Frobe (Auric Goldfinger), Honor Blackman (Pussy Galore), Shirley Eaton (Jill Masterson), Bernard Lee (M), Harold Sakata (Oddjob), Martin Benson (Solo), Tania Mallet (Tilly), and Lois Maxwell as Moneypenny. Clips Featured:“Oddjob”Goldfinger (1964 trailer)“Pussy Galore and her gals”Shirley Bassey 1974 (Royal Albert Hall)“I expect you to do Mr. Bond”Music by John BarryFollow us on the socials!Join our Patreon page “Book Vs. Movie podcast”You can find us on Facebook at Book Vs. Movie Podcast GroupInstagram: Book Versus Movie @bookversusmoviebookversusmoviepodcast@gmail.com Margo D's Blog: Brooklynfitchick.comMargo D's Instagram “Brooklyn Fit Chick”Margo D's TikTok Margo D's YouTube: @MargoDonohueMargo P's Instagram: @shesnachomama Margo P's Blog: coloniabook.comMargo P's YouTube Channel: @shesnachomamaOur logo was designed by Madeleine Gainey/Studio 39 Marketing Follow on Instagram @Studio39Marketing & @musicalmadeleine 

happy Tuesday everyone! today is a bit of a crazy episode but I'm excited to be back with you all, we talk what I've been up to, women problems, ovarian cysts, anger, love island updates, p^ssy size and lip.. insecurity and do people care what it looks like down there? making friends as an adult, holding conversations, lustful men and distrust, overthinking and constantly observing yourself, letting yourself be, how much weed is too much, should you move for your bf? soft breakups and leaving the relationship before its over, sucking it and being in control, Capricorn full moon updates and what to expect, role-play in the bedroom and putting on a performance, having pets, pet insurance and is it worth it? plus my pet health journey, new content coming out, how to keep your nails healthy when you get them done, cheating in relationships and blame, tracking location, intuition vs anxiety and learning what your body and brain are telling you plus much much much more! if you want to see more from me join the patreon at patreon.com/smokeseshshawty and watch the weekly vlogs on YouTube! love you and chat soon! MUAH!

Welcome back nite crew we've still got Esh (@eshyourheartoutpod) filling in for Ler and we tap about Pink Coke, Offset petty ass, pussy breath, escaping jail, hoarding sex tapes, hobbies, dating while broke and much more!