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A choice, a trap, and a necklace. By HectorBidon. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. The next morning's sun found its way in through our porthole once again. We had sorted ourselves out somewhat during the night. I was on my side, tangled in a bit of sheet. She was on her side, tangled in a bit of blanket. I could just make out the pale tan lines on her bottom and her back. We'd become cabin buddies of a different order. At the Jack-and-Ciara level. That's probably what most people would have assumed all along, but I certainly hadn't, and I didn't think that she had either. And yet, here we were. I waited a while for her to wake up, but she didn't. So I finally got up myself. We'd just passed through the entrance in the seawall at Ensenada and were coming up to our docking site. The pilot, or maybe it was the captain himself, was standing on a little deck that jutted out from the side of the ship to joy-stick our massive vessel precisely up to the pier. Molly was still in bed when I got back. She smiled and went to the bathroom, a little embarrassed to be still naked while I was already dressed. Her pubic hair, I noticed, was trim and attractive. She came out wearing a towel and had her coffee. We checked the day's schedule. She was delighted to discover that they'd transferred Mrs. Pendergast's excursion ticket to me. A little later that morning we went ashore. It was a strange sensation, stepping off the gangway into a foreign country. Somehow I expected every little thing to be different and exotic, but the first thing we encountered, sprouting up through a crack in the pavement, was a little tuft of grass. Nothing exotic at all, just plain old grass. Our excursion van was heralded by a woman with a clipboard, a younger, more boisterous, Mexican Denise. There were three other couples in our group and a single unaccompanied woman about Ciara's age. I took a seat next to the window with Molly beside me with the unaccompanied woman next to her. Her name was Meryl. This was her first real vacation since her divorce. She was really excited to be having such an adventure. We drove through the streets of Ensenada, our guide giving us a bit of local color in her prettily accented English. The scene was at once familiar and strange: traffic and lane markings and stop lights just exactly like at home, but unintelligible store signs in unlikely colors painted directly on pastel stucco walls. Beyond the city were dusty, cactus-strewn hills not unlike the Catalina hinterland. Our destination was a site called the Bufadora, a cleft in the rocky sea cliff where ocean waves sent up enormous geyser-like sprays. The sprays were so high that we got wet even at our vantage point fifty feet above the water. The path back from the observation point was lined with gaudy souvenir shops, like the midway of a county fair. Meryl had tagged along with Molly and me. We stopped at one of the taco stands for lunch. "So how did you guys meet?" Molly didn't volunteer an answer. "Just here on the cruise, actually," I said. "Really? See, aren't cruises great?" Molly gushed. After lunch we went into one of the souvenir shops and Meryl asked our opinion about all the little nick-nacks she wanted to buy. When we got back to the van, I ended up sitting in the middle. "The nicest thing." she said. "is that every day you make new friends." We drove back through town, then out into the desert in a different direction to a picturesque winery. We sat around a table on a palm-shaded patio and sampled the different vintages. Meryl chatted on about Simi Valley and the cruise and her ex and the weather and the ship and the people she'd met. She got me to go into the little gift shop with her to help pick out a couple bottles. Molly was quiet at dinner. I had to remind her that we'd made plans to see the comedy show with Meryl. "I've got a bit of a headache," she said. "I think I'll go back to the room." Meryl was waiting in the forward theatre. She was sorry to hear about Molly's headache and put her hand on my arm to convey her concern. The show turned out to be pretty adult-rated, pretty raunchy in fact. Meryl yucked it up After the show she suggested we take a spin about the deck. The ship had set sail again and we were just passing the exposed wreck that lies up against the sea wall. Somehow Meryl managed to tuck herself inside my arm. "Wouldn't you just love to go dancing?" she cooed. "I, uh, Actually, I've kind of got to go now." "But the night is still young.” Meryl rebutted. “Let's at least stop by my room first." "I've got to check on Molly." I insisted "We can open one of the tequilas." "Thanks, but,” "It's just that, I was kind of hoping to get lucky tonight." Christ Almighty. A guy tries to be a gentleman. I didn't need an etiquette book for this one. I finally managed to pry myself away, When I got back to the room, Molly was in her pajamas, watching TV. "Is your headache any better?" I asked. She didn't look up from the screen. I sat on the chair and twisted around to see what she was watching. A travelogue of some sort. "You didn't miss much," I said. "The show was kind of," But she leaned in closer to the screen to make it clear that I was interrupting her program. Something about the way the locals made their tortillas. OK. I got the message. She didn't like the fact that I'd gone to the show with Meryl. I went into the bathroom to pee. I'd only been trying to be polite to a fellow cruise member. Was that a crime? Molly had been there when we'd made the plans. I thought that she'd been trying to be friendly too. That we'd sort of taken Meryl under our wing. I came out of the bathroom a minute later, and sat down on the chair again. The secret to the tortillas, apparently, had something to do with lime juice. "I didn't expect to see you back here tonight," Molly said. In a sarcastic tone of voice. As if my presence was an imposition. As if she was sorry she'd ever offered to share the room in the first place. I didn't even bother to answer. I got undressed, then crawled up onto my side of the bed. Where else was I supposed to go? I got under the blanket and turned toward the bulkhead. A guy tries to be a gentleman. And this is what he gets. I woke up first again, the next morning. I went up on deck. Did she really think that I'd found Meryl even the least bit attractive? She was a fellow shipmate, nothing more. I'd thought that we'd both been trying to be polite to her. Was that a crime? I brought back coffee and a croissant, but Molly was still asleep. Or pretending to be. I banged around a little, but she didn't budge. Finally I got fed up and left. So here I was again, back to my usual routine, wandering down empty corridors, drifting up little-used gangways, poking around lonely corners where nobody else much ever cared to go. Doing what I probably would have been doing if I'd gotten my single in the first place. I came back to the room around lunch time, but Molly wasn't there. I wandered up to the pool. Denise was there, chatting with some people. She waved. Meryl was there, stalking about, but I managed to slip away before she saw me. But no Molly. It was a long day. The ship had parked itself out in the middle of the ocean somewhere. Or maybe the rest of the world really had blown itself up and they just hadn't told us. I eventually ended up back in the little coffee shop at the tail end of the ship. The sky seemed a lot flatter though, the seagulls a lot more listless, my algorithms a lot less interesting. Finally I got up again and trudged back down into the labyrinth. The casino was practically empty. The lower piano bar was closed. The little art gallery was still showing the same old photographs. The gift shop was open. The same lady was behind the counter. What was it that Molly had asked to see? A necklace. It must have been, that one. The lady brought it out. A pair of crystalline dolphins on a slender silver chain. They sparkled in the light. Molly still wasn't in the room when I got back. This time our towel had been folded into a seal, sunning itself on the bedspread. I moved it a little closer to her pillow and arranged the necklace around its neck. There were still a couple hours until dinner. I thought it might be better if I wasn't there when she got back. I got to dinner right on time. It was our last night on board, and the dining room was even more boisterous than usual. "Where's Molly?" asked Ciara. "She had a little headache. She might not be joining us." Valentin our waiter was really joshing it up, angling for a big end-of-trip tip. He was just taking the drink orders when Molly appeared. She was wearing a pink skirt, a whitish blouse,, and the necklace. Her eye caught mine as she made her way around the table, but quickly shot away again. Ciara asked her how she was doing. The couple on my other side were there for once. Tom and somebody. He was in air conditioning and gave me the full rundown. It was too noisy for Molly and me to talk, but every time I looked, she was still wearing the necklace. It being our last night, the waiters were going to put on a little show. Just after they passed out the dessert plates they went into a huddle near the service entrance. Molly leaned over. "Do you want to go back to the room?" We got up. "Oh, are you guys going to the revue?" asked Ciara. Molly replied in the louder voice you had to use to make yourself heard. But the room was beginning to quiet down in a hush, as the waiters were taking their places, and so the whole table heard what she said. "Make-up sex." The table burst into laughter. Molly continued her way out of the room, and I just followed sheepishly behind her. "Can you forgive me?" she asked as we got out into the hallway. "For letting everybody know where we're going?" "For last night. I'm so sorry for the way I acted. It was my fault. It was all my fault." "The worst part is, we wasted a whole day," I remorsed. "We still have tonight." She tried to assure me. "Yeah. We still have tonight." I agreed. As soon as we got into the room we fell into each other's arms. "I love the necklace," she murmured. "It looks really nice on you." We kissed and shuffled toward the bed. But my blood was pumping. I was thinking about our wasted day. "Let's do something first, want to?” I pleaded. “It's our last night. Let's get our money's worth. Let's go to the show! Let's go dancing! Let's shoot for that royal flush! The bed will still be here when we get back. But let's make up for some of the things we didn't do today. Let's paint the ship red. Okay? Want to? C'mon! Hup hup!" Jack and Ciara were surprised to see us at the theatre. "That was quick," Ciara said with a look of astonishment. Molly blushed. I put my arm around her and pulled her tight. "You ain't seen nothing yet." The review was Motown classics, the Supremes, the Four Tops. "You can't hurry love, no you'll just have to wait,” The whole auditorium was singing along. The girls pulled Jack and me up from our seats to dance in the aisle. "Sugar pie, honeybunch, you know that I love you,” Afterwards, the night was balmy, perfect for a stroll on deck. We could see lights off in the distance, the rest of the world was still there after all! We ran into Meryl, wrapped in the arm of a dapper, middle-aged gentleman whose smile was just as smug as hers was. We exchanged pleasantries. She gave us both a little wink. “Molly, perhaps I'm clueless. Did you have any idea that Meryl was going to try to hit on me?” I had to ask. “Oh, my God!” Molly stared at me. “All day long, she was angling for you. I thought you were trying for a threesome, and my fake headache was me forcing you to choose one or the other.” “What? I thought you and I were just trying to be hospitable; you know, so she'd have some friends to socialize with.” “Well,” Molly confessed. “I finally figured out that you were completely innocent, but it took me until late afternoon to dispel my worst presumptions.” “I went to the show, because we told her we'd both join her, there.” I explained. “ When you were bedridden with a headache, I assumed it fell on me to go alone, even though I really didn't want to be away from you.“ “Ah, really? That's so sweet!” Molly gushed. She gave me a deep kiss right there on the mezzanine. “I assumed you went because you wanted another notch on your belt. I'm so, so sorry.” “Well, when the performance ended, I said I had to head back to you. She did try every diversion. I passed on all of them. Then she flatly told me she was ‘hoping to get lucky' with me. I told her I definitely could not accommodate that, and I walked straight back to our room.” “Oh, I was awful to you!” Molly lamented. “But I was also right about that slut's intentions, wasn't I?” Molly paused, then added; “When I finally got over my inner rage, I realized that you didn't come back smelling like cunt. Hell, you didn't even have lipstick smeared on your face.” This afternoon, I finally left my hiding spot, and saw you were heading to dinner, I went to the cabin and saw this beautiful necklace. I literally cried. I don't deserve you. You don't deserve my juvenile drama. I'd planned to skip the dinner, but when I saw the dolphin necklace, I had to come and grovel your forgiveness.” “You know, Molly” I paused. “Perhaps I was too clueless, yesterday. Perhaps you were too presuming?” Do you think we can both help to balance each other?” “Oh, I love that! Yes, let's balance each other. “ The nightclubs were hopping. We wound our way from one to the other, dancing one dance in each. But then we decided to forgo the casino and just head back to the cabin. And sure enough, the bed was still there, right where we'd left it. We kissed. I ran my hands up along her sides, up inside her blouse. She undid my buttons and pulled open my shirt. I fiddled with her skirt and managed to slip it down over the swell of her hips. She unfastened my belt buckle and my button and my zipper. I slid my hands down inside her panties. She slid hers down inside my underpants. We pawed and shucked and kicked off everything that remained. And then she took off the very last thing that she was wearing, the crystalline necklace, and placed it carefully on the nightstand. I backed her down onto the bed. I kissed the pretty spot where the necklace had been, and the spot next to that, and the spot next to that. She lay back and closed her eyes and let herself be kissed. I settled myself down on top of her, stroking her full lovely body with my own, savoring her softness and her excitement, trying to fuse our unfortunate separateness into something more fulfilling. And somehow, in the midst of our kissing and our stroking, my penis must have slid up at just the right angle, and her hips must have been open to just the right degree, and we coupled, as adroitly as if that had been our conscious intention, as naturally as if we were two jungle cats whose lithe jungle bodies just instinctively knew how to fuck. And somewhere in the midst of our coupling we sweetly came, but it was not so much a climax as just a sweet vista point along the way. For just as we hadn't consciously willed our engagement, neither did we ever willfully disengage, but just eventually nestled more comfortably down beside each other, still caressing, still softly kissing, still sweetly fused. The loudspeaker blasted us awake early the next morning. Our luggage needed to be out in the hallway for pickup by eight o'clock sharp! Molly wriggled a bit deeper under the blanket. "Uh," she groaned. "Just five more minutes." I remembered the look on her face, when had it been? just four days ago, when we first learned we might have to share the cabin together. She'd been just as uncertain as I had. But now it was hard to imagine any other arrangement. Her lying in bed beside me, trying to squeeze in a few more minutes of sleep, leaving it up to me to keep track of the time, I wouldn't have had it any other way. We hadn't begun to pack yet, but we'd kept things fairly organized. I gave her a generous five minutes, and then I gave her a little nudge. "C'mon, sleepyhead. Up and at um." She groaned, but she dragged herself out of bed. We were both still naked. I slipped on a pair of boxers, and she put on a T-shirt. It rode up in back, though, so that her pretty bottom kept peeking out as she went around collecting her things and tucking them into her suitcase. "Do you kinda wish that the rest of the world really had blown itself up?" I asked. She was folding one of her bras. "Oh, I don't know. We'd probably get tired of eating cheesecake eventually." "They'd run out. Then we'd have to eat whatever it is that Valentin eats." "He gets cheesecake sometimes, don't you think? When they have some left over?" "I don't know. He's pretty skinny." "I wonder why Meryl didn't think of him." "Yeah. Good question. Wrong table, I suppose." "I suppose." I crammed my sports coat in between my shirts and my underwear bag. She gave the zipper of her suitcase a final tug. "Besides," she said. "Your algorithms would miss you." I slipped on my trousers and rolled the bags out into the corridor. There were a surprising number of people walking by, and every single one of them gawked into the room as they passed. Nothing is more titillating to a person walking down a stateroom corridor than an open doorway. When I got the door closed again, Molly was sitting up on the bed with the sheet pulled up in front of her and a rather indignant look on her face. What a lot of nerve some people had! I couldn't help but smile. "I wonder what they thought you were hiding back there." She rolled her eyebrows. But I was feeling a little playful. The final day's schedule was lying on the floor. I picked it up and pretended it was an official form. "Customs inspection, Miss, May I see what you've got behind that sheet?" She wasn't so sure she wanted to show me. She coyly raised the sheet a little higher. "That shirt you're wearing, Miss. Did you purchase it abroad?" She looked down behind the sheet. This old thing?. "Regulations, Miss; It may contain contraband fibers." I held out my hand. "May I see it please?" She huffed. Bureaucrats! Without letting go of the sheet she wriggled one arm out of its sleeve and then the other one. Then she pulled the shirt off over her head and handed it to me, all the while keeping herself demurely shielded from any and all prying eyes. I inspected the shirt, inside and out. White cotton, picture of a bamboo stalk, slightly warm. I brought it up to my nose. Girl smell, subtle but intriguing. I turned it over. No detectable contraband fibers. I made a mark on my customs form. "And what else do you have behind the sheet, Miss?" "Why nothing, Officer. Nothing at all." Couldn't I tell that she was just an innocent traveler trying to get back home? I took the edge of the sheet from her hand and gently pulled it back to see for myself. She'd been telling the truth. Nothing at all! She blushed. I made another mark on my customs form. "I'm afraid our machine is down today, Miss; the rest of the inspection will have to be performed manually. Would you please lie down here on the conveyor belt for me?" She huffed again. The things one had to put up with! But regulations were regulations. She stretched herself out on the bed, arms to her sides, completely nude, presenting herself for inspection, just the slightest hint of coy anticipation in her expression. I proceeded to administer a thorough frisking. I ran my hands up her calf, feeling for any irregularities. I ran them up her thigh, letting one hand brush her soft pubic hair as the other swept over the full round swell of her hip. I looked up and our eyes met. Looking back at me was the same pretty girl I'd had lunch with at the salad buffet, lying now before me, utterly nude, lips slightly parted, nipples blushing, letting me see and touch and pet and feel every square inch of her lovely body. I can only imagine what she might have read in my eyes, but I didn't reed anything in hers that told me not to continue what I was doing. I ran my hands up over her tummy, letting my fingers probe her belly button. I cupped her breasts and gently frisked her hardening nipples. "Ooh, Officer." But there was one part of her that needed to be inspected more thoroughly. I had her scoot down so that her bottom was still on the bed but her feet were on the floor. This brought her pretty vagina out of the shadows and onto center stage. The outer lips were flushed and slightly parted, revealing the swirly pink frills within. These were her most secret, private parts, and she was letting me see them, letting me run my thumb along their oystery ruffles, letting me daub my fingers with their musky secretion. I could very well have been back in the botanical garden, examining an exotic new species of tropical orchid. My penis insisted on being a part of the investigation. I dropped my pants and brought it up for comparison. It jutted out, sleek and firm like a totem of polished jungle hardwood, a dramatic contrast to her glistening swirls. I advanced it right up to the very heart of her ruffles, and they parted shyly to let it in. I maneuvered to find the perfect angle, the one our jungle bodies had found last night so effortlessly by themselves. She had propped herself up on her elbows to watch, but now she lay back down again, the same pretty girl who'd pressed up against me so contentedly on the tender. I thrust, savoring her frilly plushness. She purred and gave me a playful inner caress. I stroked and felt the beckoning strains of sweetness. A different phenotype certainly, but definitely the same species, breath-takingly different but exquisitely compatible: her circumference to my diameter, her ruffles to my teak, her warm, welcoming embrace to my clumsy determination. The same pretty girl who'd come to dinner after all. I thrust and thrust, and the sweetness blossomed like a velvety jungle flower, and she quivered and uttered a musky cry. After a slow fuck, while staring into each other's eyes, We cuddled for as long as we could. Finally, We went down the gangway into the terminal building to settle our accounts and have our passports stamped. Our bags were waiting on luggage carts outside. Molly had finally put her T-shirt back on along with a pair of Capri pants. Mrs. Pendergast had booked her one more night in Long Beach, at the Marriot, along with some of the other social groupers. I was going straight back to Pasadena. Her van arrived before my shuttle did, and she hustled off, rolling her suitcase. Jack and Ciara were going too. I wished them well. The driver took his time loading the bags, and Molly ran back to give me one last hurried kiss. Denise was standing nearby. Molly waved. "You were right," she called. It was a sweet sorrow watching her go back to San Bernardino. We'd exchanged numbers. I'd give her a call when we got back home. There was no reason to think we wouldn't see each other again. There was no reason to think we wouldn't have sex again. But not today. I felt happier than I'd felt in quite a while. And sadder. Denise stepped up beside me as the hotel van pulled away. "I told her you were a nice guy," she explained. “Yesterday, afternoon she had a lot of questions about you; and a lot of wrong presumptions. When we were done talking, I wasn't sure if she was going to let go of her fears about you. At her brief dinner appearance, it was like she was a completely different person.” She smiled, graciously, generously. "I'm glad the two of you hit it off." She didn't say it in a social-group-hook-up kind of way at all, but sincerely, one grown-up to another. Denise then handed me a check; ”Here's the full refund for your single-occupancy cabin. Mrs. Pendergast couldn't cancel soon enough to get any of her money back, so you officially just went in her place. One might suspect the woman was trying to pair up you and Molly, all along?” I looked at her, probably the first time I'd ever really looked her fully in the eye. I couldn't help but return her smile. "Well, you were right about one thing," I said. "The cruise was a lot of fun. I'm glad you finally convinced me to come.” Heading to the parking area, I relived the wonderful memories. I didn't have to be to work in Pasadena for a couple more days. I took the shuttle to my parking area, then finally found my car, and eventually paid the booth and began to drive out to the Queensway highway. Then my phone rang. “Hector!” It was Molly. “My god, Hector. I'm at the hotel, and this king size sweet is amazing! I need to share it with someone special. Can you help a lonely girl, from the hills?” I immediately diverted off the Queensway Drive and was in her hotel lobby within 5 minutes. By HectorBidon for Literotica.
A choice, a trap, and a necklace. By HectorBidon. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. The next morning's sun found its way in through our porthole once again. We had sorted ourselves out somewhat during the night. I was on my side, tangled in a bit of sheet. She was on her side, tangled in a bit of blanket. I could just make out the pale tan lines on her bottom and her back. We'd become cabin buddies of a different order. At the Jack-and-Ciara level. That's probably what most people would have assumed all along, but I certainly hadn't, and I didn't think that she had either. And yet, here we were. I waited a while for her to wake up, but she didn't. So I finally got up myself. We'd just passed through the entrance in the seawall at Ensenada and were coming up to our docking site. The pilot, or maybe it was the captain himself, was standing on a little deck that jutted out from the side of the ship to joy-stick our massive vessel precisely up to the pier. Molly was still in bed when I got back. She smiled and went to the bathroom, a little embarrassed to be still naked while I was already dressed. Her pubic hair, I noticed, was trim and attractive. She came out wearing a towel and had her coffee. We checked the day's schedule. She was delighted to discover that they'd transferred Mrs. Pendergast's excursion ticket to me. A little later that morning we went ashore. It was a strange sensation, stepping off the gangway into a foreign country. Somehow I expected every little thing to be different and exotic, but the first thing we encountered, sprouting up through a crack in the pavement, was a little tuft of grass. Nothing exotic at all, just plain old grass. Our excursion van was heralded by a woman with a clipboard, a younger, more boisterous, Mexican Denise. There were three other couples in our group and a single unaccompanied woman about Ciara's age. I took a seat next to the window with Molly beside me with the unaccompanied woman next to her. Her name was Meryl. This was her first real vacation since her divorce. She was really excited to be having such an adventure. We drove through the streets of Ensenada, our guide giving us a bit of local color in her prettily accented English. The scene was at once familiar and strange: traffic and lane markings and stop lights just exactly like at home, but unintelligible store signs in unlikely colors painted directly on pastel stucco walls. Beyond the city were dusty, cactus-strewn hills not unlike the Catalina hinterland. Our destination was a site called the Bufadora, a cleft in the rocky sea cliff where ocean waves sent up enormous geyser-like sprays. The sprays were so high that we got wet even at our vantage point fifty feet above the water. The path back from the observation point was lined with gaudy souvenir shops, like the midway of a county fair. Meryl had tagged along with Molly and me. We stopped at one of the taco stands for lunch. "So how did you guys meet?" Molly didn't volunteer an answer. "Just here on the cruise, actually," I said. "Really? See, aren't cruises great?" Molly gushed. After lunch we went into one of the souvenir shops and Meryl asked our opinion about all the little nick-nacks she wanted to buy. When we got back to the van, I ended up sitting in the middle. "The nicest thing." she said. "is that every day you make new friends." We drove back through town, then out into the desert in a different direction to a picturesque winery. We sat around a table on a palm-shaded patio and sampled the different vintages. Meryl chatted on about Simi Valley and the cruise and her ex and the weather and the ship and the people she'd met. She got me to go into the little gift shop with her to help pick out a couple bottles. Molly was quiet at dinner. I had to remind her that we'd made plans to see the comedy show with Meryl. "I've got a bit of a headache," she said. "I think I'll go back to the room." Meryl was waiting in the forward theatre. She was sorry to hear about Molly's headache and put her hand on my arm to convey her concern. The show turned out to be pretty adult-rated, pretty raunchy in fact. Meryl yucked it up After the show she suggested we take a spin about the deck. The ship had set sail again and we were just passing the exposed wreck that lies up against the sea wall. Somehow Meryl managed to tuck herself inside my arm. "Wouldn't you just love to go dancing?" she cooed. "I, uh, Actually, I've kind of got to go now." "But the night is still young.” Meryl rebutted. “Let's at least stop by my room first." "I've got to check on Molly." I insisted "We can open one of the tequilas." "Thanks, but,” "It's just that, I was kind of hoping to get lucky tonight." Christ Almighty. A guy tries to be a gentleman. I didn't need an etiquette book for this one. I finally managed to pry myself away, When I got back to the room, Molly was in her pajamas, watching TV. "Is your headache any better?" I asked. She didn't look up from the screen. I sat on the chair and twisted around to see what she was watching. A travelogue of some sort. "You didn't miss much," I said. "The show was kind of," But she leaned in closer to the screen to make it clear that I was interrupting her program. Something about the way the locals made their tortillas. OK. I got the message. She didn't like the fact that I'd gone to the show with Meryl. I went into the bathroom to pee. I'd only been trying to be polite to a fellow cruise member. Was that a crime? Molly had been there when we'd made the plans. I thought that she'd been trying to be friendly too. That we'd sort of taken Meryl under our wing. I came out of the bathroom a minute later, and sat down on the chair again. The secret to the tortillas, apparently, had something to do with lime juice. "I didn't expect to see you back here tonight," Molly said. In a sarcastic tone of voice. As if my presence was an imposition. As if she was sorry she'd ever offered to share the room in the first place. I didn't even bother to answer. I got undressed, then crawled up onto my side of the bed. Where else was I supposed to go? I got under the blanket and turned toward the bulkhead. A guy tries to be a gentleman. And this is what he gets. I woke up first again, the next morning. I went up on deck. Did she really think that I'd found Meryl even the least bit attractive? She was a fellow shipmate, nothing more. I'd thought that we'd both been trying to be polite to her. Was that a crime? I brought back coffee and a croissant, but Molly was still asleep. Or pretending to be. I banged around a little, but she didn't budge. Finally I got fed up and left. So here I was again, back to my usual routine, wandering down empty corridors, drifting up little-used gangways, poking around lonely corners where nobody else much ever cared to go. Doing what I probably would have been doing if I'd gotten my single in the first place. I came back to the room around lunch time, but Molly wasn't there. I wandered up to the pool. Denise was there, chatting with some people. She waved. Meryl was there, stalking about, but I managed to slip away before she saw me. But no Molly. It was a long day. The ship had parked itself out in the middle of the ocean somewhere. Or maybe the rest of the world really had blown itself up and they just hadn't told us. I eventually ended up back in the little coffee shop at the tail end of the ship. The sky seemed a lot flatter though, the seagulls a lot more listless, my algorithms a lot less interesting. Finally I got up again and trudged back down into the labyrinth. The casino was practically empty. The lower piano bar was closed. The little art gallery was still showing the same old photographs. The gift shop was open. The same lady was behind the counter. What was it that Molly had asked to see? A necklace. It must have been, that one. The lady brought it out. A pair of crystalline dolphins on a slender silver chain. They sparkled in the light. Molly still wasn't in the room when I got back. This time our towel had been folded into a seal, sunning itself on the bedspread. I moved it a little closer to her pillow and arranged the necklace around its neck. There were still a couple hours until dinner. I thought it might be better if I wasn't there when she got back. I got to dinner right on time. It was our last night on board, and the dining room was even more boisterous than usual. "Where's Molly?" asked Ciara. "She had a little headache. She might not be joining us." Valentin our waiter was really joshing it up, angling for a big end-of-trip tip. He was just taking the drink orders when Molly appeared. She was wearing a pink skirt, a whitish blouse,, and the necklace. Her eye caught mine as she made her way around the table, but quickly shot away again. Ciara asked her how she was doing. The couple on my other side were there for once. Tom and somebody. He was in air conditioning and gave me the full rundown. It was too noisy for Molly and me to talk, but every time I looked, she was still wearing the necklace. It being our last night, the waiters were going to put on a little show. Just after they passed out the dessert plates they went into a huddle near the service entrance. Molly leaned over. "Do you want to go back to the room?" We got up. "Oh, are you guys going to the revue?" asked Ciara. Molly replied in the louder voice you had to use to make yourself heard. But the room was beginning to quiet down in a hush, as the waiters were taking their places, and so the whole table heard what she said. "Make-up sex." The table burst into laughter. Molly continued her way out of the room, and I just followed sheepishly behind her. "Can you forgive me?" she asked as we got out into the hallway. "For letting everybody know where we're going?" "For last night. I'm so sorry for the way I acted. It was my fault. It was all my fault." "The worst part is, we wasted a whole day," I remorsed. "We still have tonight." She tried to assure me. "Yeah. We still have tonight." I agreed. As soon as we got into the room we fell into each other's arms. "I love the necklace," she murmured. "It looks really nice on you." We kissed and shuffled toward the bed. But my blood was pumping. I was thinking about our wasted day. "Let's do something first, want to?” I pleaded. “It's our last night. Let's get our money's worth. Let's go to the show! Let's go dancing! Let's shoot for that royal flush! The bed will still be here when we get back. But let's make up for some of the things we didn't do today. Let's paint the ship red. Okay? Want to? C'mon! Hup hup!" Jack and Ciara were surprised to see us at the theatre. "That was quick," Ciara said with a look of astonishment. Molly blushed. I put my arm around her and pulled her tight. "You ain't seen nothing yet." The review was Motown classics, the Supremes, the Four Tops. "You can't hurry love, no you'll just have to wait,” The whole auditorium was singing along. The girls pulled Jack and me up from our seats to dance in the aisle. "Sugar pie, honeybunch, you know that I love you,” Afterwards, the night was balmy, perfect for a stroll on deck. We could see lights off in the distance, the rest of the world was still there after all! We ran into Meryl, wrapped in the arm of a dapper, middle-aged gentleman whose smile was just as smug as hers was. We exchanged pleasantries. She gave us both a little wink. “Molly, perhaps I'm clueless. Did you have any idea that Meryl was going to try to hit on me?” I had to ask. “Oh, my God!” Molly stared at me. “All day long, she was angling for you. I thought you were trying for a threesome, and my fake headache was me forcing you to choose one or the other.” “What? I thought you and I were just trying to be hospitable; you know, so she'd have some friends to socialize with.” “Well,” Molly confessed. “I finally figured out that you were completely innocent, but it took me until late afternoon to dispel my worst presumptions.” “I went to the show, because we told her we'd both join her, there.” I explained. “ When you were bedridden with a headache, I assumed it fell on me to go alone, even though I really didn't want to be away from you.“ “Ah, really? That's so sweet!” Molly gushed. She gave me a deep kiss right there on the mezzanine. “I assumed you went because you wanted another notch on your belt. I'm so, so sorry.” “Well, when the performance ended, I said I had to head back to you. She did try every diversion. I passed on all of them. Then she flatly told me she was ‘hoping to get lucky' with me. I told her I definitely could not accommodate that, and I walked straight back to our room.” “Oh, I was awful to you!” Molly lamented. “But I was also right about that slut's intentions, wasn't I?” Molly paused, then added; “When I finally got over my inner rage, I realized that you didn't come back smelling like cunt. Hell, you didn't even have lipstick smeared on your face.” This afternoon, I finally left my hiding spot, and saw you were heading to dinner, I went to the cabin and saw this beautiful necklace. I literally cried. I don't deserve you. You don't deserve my juvenile drama. I'd planned to skip the dinner, but when I saw the dolphin necklace, I had to come and grovel your forgiveness.” “You know, Molly” I paused. “Perhaps I was too clueless, yesterday. Perhaps you were too presuming?” Do you think we can both help to balance each other?” “Oh, I love that! Yes, let's balance each other. “ The nightclubs were hopping. We wound our way from one to the other, dancing one dance in each. But then we decided to forgo the casino and just head back to the cabin. And sure enough, the bed was still there, right where we'd left it. We kissed. I ran my hands up along her sides, up inside her blouse. She undid my buttons and pulled open my shirt. I fiddled with her skirt and managed to slip it down over the swell of her hips. She unfastened my belt buckle and my button and my zipper. I slid my hands down inside her panties. She slid hers down inside my underpants. We pawed and shucked and kicked off everything that remained. And then she took off the very last thing that she was wearing, the crystalline necklace, and placed it carefully on the nightstand. I backed her down onto the bed. I kissed the pretty spot where the necklace had been, and the spot next to that, and the spot next to that. She lay back and closed her eyes and let herself be kissed. I settled myself down on top of her, stroking her full lovely body with my own, savoring her softness and her excitement, trying to fuse our unfortunate separateness into something more fulfilling. And somehow, in the midst of our kissing and our stroking, my penis must have slid up at just the right angle, and her hips must have been open to just the right degree, and we coupled, as adroitly as if that had been our conscious intention, as naturally as if we were two jungle cats whose lithe jungle bodies just instinctively knew how to fuck. And somewhere in the midst of our coupling we sweetly came, but it was not so much a climax as just a sweet vista point along the way. For just as we hadn't consciously willed our engagement, neither did we ever willfully disengage, but just eventually nestled more comfortably down beside each other, still caressing, still softly kissing, still sweetly fused. The loudspeaker blasted us awake early the next morning. Our luggage needed to be out in the hallway for pickup by eight o'clock sharp! Molly wriggled a bit deeper under the blanket. "Uh," she groaned. "Just five more minutes." I remembered the look on her face, when had it been? just four days ago, when we first learned we might have to share the cabin together. She'd been just as uncertain as I had. But now it was hard to imagine any other arrangement. Her lying in bed beside me, trying to squeeze in a few more minutes of sleep, leaving it up to me to keep track of the time, I wouldn't have had it any other way. We hadn't begun to pack yet, but we'd kept things fairly organized. I gave her a generous five minutes, and then I gave her a little nudge. "C'mon, sleepyhead. Up and at um." She groaned, but she dragged herself out of bed. We were both still naked. I slipped on a pair of boxers, and she put on a T-shirt. It rode up in back, though, so that her pretty bottom kept peeking out as she went around collecting her things and tucking them into her suitcase. "Do you kinda wish that the rest of the world really had blown itself up?" I asked. She was folding one of her bras. "Oh, I don't know. We'd probably get tired of eating cheesecake eventually." "They'd run out. Then we'd have to eat whatever it is that Valentin eats." "He gets cheesecake sometimes, don't you think? When they have some left over?" "I don't know. He's pretty skinny." "I wonder why Meryl didn't think of him." "Yeah. Good question. Wrong table, I suppose." "I suppose." I crammed my sports coat in between my shirts and my underwear bag. She gave the zipper of her suitcase a final tug. "Besides," she said. "Your algorithms would miss you." I slipped on my trousers and rolled the bags out into the corridor. There were a surprising number of people walking by, and every single one of them gawked into the room as they passed. Nothing is more titillating to a person walking down a stateroom corridor than an open doorway. When I got the door closed again, Molly was sitting up on the bed with the sheet pulled up in front of her and a rather indignant look on her face. What a lot of nerve some people had! I couldn't help but smile. "I wonder what they thought you were hiding back there." She rolled her eyebrows. But I was feeling a little playful. The final day's schedule was lying on the floor. I picked it up and pretended it was an official form. "Customs inspection, Miss, May I see what you've got behind that sheet?" She wasn't so sure she wanted to show me. She coyly raised the sheet a little higher. "That shirt you're wearing, Miss. Did you purchase it abroad?" She looked down behind the sheet. This old thing?. "Regulations, Miss; It may contain contraband fibers." I held out my hand. "May I see it please?" She huffed. Bureaucrats! Without letting go of the sheet she wriggled one arm out of its sleeve and then the other one. Then she pulled the shirt off over her head and handed it to me, all the while keeping herself demurely shielded from any and all prying eyes. I inspected the shirt, inside and out. White cotton, picture of a bamboo stalk, slightly warm. I brought it up to my nose. Girl smell, subtle but intriguing. I turned it over. No detectable contraband fibers. I made a mark on my customs form. "And what else do you have behind the sheet, Miss?" "Why nothing, Officer. Nothing at all." Couldn't I tell that she was just an innocent traveler trying to get back home? I took the edge of the sheet from her hand and gently pulled it back to see for myself. She'd been telling the truth. Nothing at all! She blushed. I made another mark on my customs form. "I'm afraid our machine is down today, Miss; the rest of the inspection will have to be performed manually. Would you please lie down here on the conveyor belt for me?" She huffed again. The things one had to put up with! But regulations were regulations. She stretched herself out on the bed, arms to her sides, completely nude, presenting herself for inspection, just the slightest hint of coy anticipation in her expression. I proceeded to administer a thorough frisking. I ran my hands up her calf, feeling for any irregularities. I ran them up her thigh, letting one hand brush her soft pubic hair as the other swept over the full round swell of her hip. I looked up and our eyes met. Looking back at me was the same pretty girl I'd had lunch with at the salad buffet, lying now before me, utterly nude, lips slightly parted, nipples blushing, letting me see and touch and pet and feel every square inch of her lovely body. I can only imagine what she might have read in my eyes, but I didn't reed anything in hers that told me not to continue what I was doing. I ran my hands up over her tummy, letting my fingers probe her belly button. I cupped her breasts and gently frisked her hardening nipples. "Ooh, Officer." But there was one part of her that needed to be inspected more thoroughly. I had her scoot down so that her bottom was still on the bed but her feet were on the floor. This brought her pretty vagina out of the shadows and onto center stage. The outer lips were flushed and slightly parted, revealing the swirly pink frills within. These were her most secret, private parts, and she was letting me see them, letting me run my thumb along their oystery ruffles, letting me daub my fingers with their musky secretion. I could very well have been back in the botanical garden, examining an exotic new species of tropical orchid. My penis insisted on being a part of the investigation. I dropped my pants and brought it up for comparison. It jutted out, sleek and firm like a totem of polished jungle hardwood, a dramatic contrast to her glistening swirls. I advanced it right up to the very heart of her ruffles, and they parted shyly to let it in. I maneuvered to find the perfect angle, the one our jungle bodies had found last night so effortlessly by themselves. She had propped herself up on her elbows to watch, but now she lay back down again, the same pretty girl who'd pressed up against me so contentedly on the tender. I thrust, savoring her frilly plushness. She purred and gave me a playful inner caress. I stroked and felt the beckoning strains of sweetness. A different phenotype certainly, but definitely the same species, breath-takingly different but exquisitely compatible: her circumference to my diameter, her ruffles to my teak, her warm, welcoming embrace to my clumsy determination. The same pretty girl who'd come to dinner after all. I thrust and thrust, and the sweetness blossomed like a velvety jungle flower, and she quivered and uttered a musky cry. After a slow fuck, while staring into each other's eyes, We cuddled for as long as we could. Finally, We went down the gangway into the terminal building to settle our accounts and have our passports stamped. Our bags were waiting on luggage carts outside. Molly had finally put her T-shirt back on along with a pair of Capri pants. Mrs. Pendergast had booked her one more night in Long Beach, at the Marriot, along with some of the other social groupers. I was going straight back to Pasadena. Her van arrived before my shuttle did, and she hustled off, rolling her suitcase. Jack and Ciara were going too. I wished them well. The driver took his time loading the bags, and Molly ran back to give me one last hurried kiss. Denise was standing nearby. Molly waved. "You were right," she called. It was a sweet sorrow watching her go back to San Bernardino. We'd exchanged numbers. I'd give her a call when we got back home. There was no reason to think we wouldn't see each other again. There was no reason to think we wouldn't have sex again. But not today. I felt happier than I'd felt in quite a while. And sadder. Denise stepped up beside me as the hotel van pulled away. "I told her you were a nice guy," she explained. “Yesterday, afternoon she had a lot of questions about you; and a lot of wrong presumptions. When we were done talking, I wasn't sure if she was going to let go of her fears about you. At her brief dinner appearance, it was like she was a completely different person.” She smiled, graciously, generously. "I'm glad the two of you hit it off." She didn't say it in a social-group-hook-up kind of way at all, but sincerely, one grown-up to another. Denise then handed me a check; ”Here's the full refund for your single-occupancy cabin. Mrs. Pendergast couldn't cancel soon enough to get any of her money back, so you officially just went in her place. One might suspect the woman was trying to pair up you and Molly, all along?” I looked at her, probably the first time I'd ever really looked her fully in the eye. I couldn't help but return her smile. "Well, you were right about one thing," I said. "The cruise was a lot of fun. I'm glad you finally convinced me to come.” Heading to the parking area, I relived the wonderful memories. I didn't have to be to work in Pasadena for a couple more days. I took the shuttle to my parking area, then finally found my car, and eventually paid the booth and began to drive out to the Queensway highway. Then my phone rang. “Hector!” It was Molly. “My god, Hector. I'm at the hotel, and this king size sweet is amazing! I need to share it with someone special. Can you help a lonely girl, from the hills?” I immediately diverted off the Queensway Drive and was in her hotel lobby within 5 minutes. By HectorBidon for Literotica.
Fraud is on the rise - so how do we tackle it? The Chamber of Commerce is offering workshops to members to help them guard against online fraud. Kath Grant and Andrew Fitzgerald told us more.The Chief Minister says the Leader of the Opposition misled Parliament when he cropped a photo of a lease document to remove the logo of the law firm Keith Azopardi himself works at, TSN. His motion was carried - though the Opposition voted against it. Mr Azopardi said Mr Picardo was deliberately twisting things to create a mirage... to deflect from the real issue: the value for money of a rental agreement for Government offices on Queensway.Christmas is about giving, and the Environmental Agency has been distributing toys to families in need. Meanwhile the Red Cross charity has prepared almost 700 presents for those in hospital and care this Christmas. Our reporters Christina Cortes and Jonathan Sacramento have been following both charity efforts.Today marks the end of Bayside school's annual fundraising week. They held a Spinathon from Monday to Thursday, a Christmas concert on Wednesday, and so much more. Bayside's Natalie Cocklan told us how the week has gone.Jose Mari Ruiz looked ahead to this weekend's football fixtures, as the domestic season rounds up its final games before the Christmas break.And, it's that time of the week when we fly the nest! This week we spoke to Claire Hall from Casablanca, working at a British International school. A nomad by nature, she told us about the several other countries she's lived in around the world. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.
This GivingTuesday, we spotlight Haven on the Queensway, an organization making a profound impact on food insecurity in the community.James Kurtis chats with Haven on the Queensway's Director of Operations Aretha Khaloo about the challenges of rent, reliance on food banks, and how initiatives like "Haven Hero(s)" provide a beacon of encouragement. To learn more about Haven on the Queensway and for ways you can help make hope a reality in your community visit, https://www.havenontheq.com/hopeSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.
15-time Grammy Award winning Gospel singer CeCe Winans joins Hollie Taylor on Good Company today to discuss her upcoming show at Church on the Queensway on Thursday September 19th!See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.
EP120 of ATI PODCAST w/ Barrett Lewis features guest co-host JAKE JACKSON from WAXING-ON WITH R&J and STAND STILL of DAZE RECORDS a #LIHC band! They gang discusses the band's journey, their musical influences, and their latest album 'Steps Ascending'. The conversation covers topics such as individual musical backgrounds, the evolution of their sound, and the production process of the album. Stand Still also talk about their music videos and live performances. The band members express their gratitude for the positive reception of their music and their excitement for future projects. The conversation covers various topics including favorite movies, influences, and favorite Long Island bands. The guests mention their love for Star Wars, Kevin Smith films, and psychological thrillers. They also discuss their favorite Long Island bands, including Silent Majority, Crime in Stereo, Backtrack, Incendiary, VOD, and Capital. The guests express their appreciation for the Long Island music scene and its diversity. They also mention their desire to tour in different cities, including St. Louis. In this final part of the conversation, the hosts and guests discuss their favorite music and food spots. They mention bands like The Reunion Show, Silent Majority, and Somerset Thrower, as well as pizza places like Vicky's Casa Del Sabor and Albert's. They also talk about their current music rotations, including artists like Charlie XCX, Queensway, and Life's Question. The conversation ends with shout-outs to Daze Records and their appreciation for the new album. WATCH THE FULL INTERVIEW ON #YOUTUBE: https://youtu.be/FXzFiHPx8yk Where to find STAND STILL: FB: https://www.facebook.com/standstill.ny/ IG: https://www.instagram.com/standstill.ny X: https://x.com/standstill_ny BANDCAMP: https://standstillny.bandcamp.com/album/steps-ascending LINKTR: https://linktr.ee/standstill.ny LIVE SET playlist: https://youtu.be/dLe3maSzrsY?si=dc238N3eenhhOqoO Like, Listen, Enjoy, Subscribe to the ATI Podcast anywhere you get your podcast audio. https://flow.page/atipod #STANDSTILL #DAZE #BBB #DAZERECORDS #HARDCORE #ATIPODCAST #PODCAST #ALLTHINGSINSANE #LONGISLAND #LONGISLANDHARDCORE #NEWMORALITYZINE #NMZ --- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/ati-podcast/support
Queensway closed, Travis Konecny signs an 8-year extension with the Flyers, Islanders come to terms with Oliver Wahlstrom and need salary cap space and Soccer Canada tarnishing the Paris Olympics for all Athletes.
When the Queensway Tunnel opened on 18th July 1934 King George V declared it a miracle. At 3.4km long and with a 13.4m internal diameter it was the world's longest subaqueous tunnel and the largest municipal engineering project that had ever been undertaken in the UK. The project pushed the boundaries of engineering design and... The post #284 Queensway Tunnel: The Miracle Under the Mersey first appeared on Engineering Matters.
Living in a post COVID world has made it harder for us to make friends. Arguable harder to make GODLY friends. Church on the Queensway invited Ruth and I to speak to the youth about how we navigated our Christ centered friendship and what we believe will lead to godly, long lasting friendships. Support the On Water Podcast financially: https://buy.stripe.com/eVadUQeK99qG4Cc288 Follow the podcast on instagram @onwaterpodcast Hosted by Jin Choi | @kaleo.inc Produced by Jaymie Harris | @jaymieharris @creativeheartmedia
If you're a young person aged 11+ and want to practise your dance moves, Step Change Studios have classes every Sunday. Amelia talked to Step Change Studios Founder, Dr. Rashmi Becker MBE, to learn more. Classes take place from 11 am to 12 noon every Sunday at the Porchester Centre in Queensway, London. Visit www.stepchangestudios.com/take-part to learn more. Image shows 'step change studios' written in a black lowercase writing on a teal blue background.
Join The BAE HQ: https://www.thebaehq.com/joinTo see more like this: https://www.youtube.com/@thebaehq?sub_confirmation=1Episode 113: In LAB #18, Amardeep Parmar (https://www.linkedin.com/in/amardeepsparmar) from The BAE HQ https://www.linkedin.com/company/the-bae-hq), welcomes Shakeel Jivraj, Head of Operations at Queensway, In this episode Shakeel discusses the nuances of empathetic leadership within the context of managing a large, diverse team. Shakeel shares insights on building trust, avoiding micromanagement, embracing curiosity, listening, and the significance of creating a supportive, collaborative work environment.This LAB Podcast was recorded using Riverside.FMMessage from our headline partners:From the first time founders to the funds that back them, innovation needs different. HSBC Innovation Banking is proud to accelerate growth for tech and life science businesses, creating meaningful connections and opening up a world of opportunity for entrepreneurs and investors alike. Discover more at https://www.hsbcinnovationbanking.com/___Show Notes:00:00: Introduction to empathetic leadership and Shakeel Jivraj from the Queensway Group.00:52: Shakeel describes his role and the scale of his responsibilities at Queensway Group.01:43: Discussion on trust, shared responsibility, and avoiding micromanagement.03:36: Building trust through empathy, curiosity, and open communication.05:11: Strategies for setting a positive framework for team interaction.07:06: Ensuring team outputs meet expectations without micromanaging.08:48: Reflections on personal leadership mistakes and growth.10:54: The importance of leadership succession for personal and organisational growth.12:47: The joy of nurturing and developing others.15:40: Excitement for future personal development and new franchising opportunities.17:01: The power of vulnerability in leadership.19:22: The reciprocal nature of empathy in leadership.21:21: Quickfire questions and information on learning more about Queensway and Shakeel's work.24:44: Final thoughts on empathetic leadership and an invitation for collaboration.Shakeel Jivraj: https://www.linkedin.com/in/shakeel-jivraj-9a3a8297/Queensway: https://www.queensway.com/Visit our website:https://www.thebaehq.com/
New Found Gold plans to drill a total of 650,000m at Queensway. Drill Results from DLP Resources and Carolina Rush. Giyani Metals receives key approval in Botswana. We'd like to thank our sponsors: Western Copper and Gold is focused on developing the world-class Casino project in Canada's Yukon Territory. The Casino project consists of an impressive 11 billion pounds of copper and 21 million ounces of gold in an overall resource. Western Copper and Gold trades on the TSX and the NYSE American with WRN. Be sure to follow the company via their website, www.westerncopperandgold.com. Arizona Sonoran Copper Company (ASCU:TSX) is focused on developing its brownfield copper project on private land in Arizona, a tier 1 location. The Cactus Mine Project is located less than an hour's drive from the Phoenix International airport via highway i-10, and with grid power and the Union Pacific Rail line situated at the base of the Cactus Project main road. With permitted water access, a streamlined permitting framework and infrastructure already in place, ASCU's Cactus Mine Project is a lower risk copper development project in the infrastructure-rich heartland of Arizona.For more information, please visit www.arizonasonoran.com. Fireweed Metals is advancing 3 different projects within the Yukon and Northwest Territories, including the flagship Macmillan Pass Project, a large zinc-lead-silver deposit and the Mactung Project, one of the largest and highest-grade tungsten deposits in the world. Fireweed plans to advance these projects through exploration, resource definition, metallurgy, engineering, economic studies and collaboration with indigenous people on the path to production. For more information please visit fireweedmetals.com.
A choice, a trap, and a necklace.By HectorBidon. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.The next morning’s sun found its way in through our porthole once again. We had sorted ourselves out somewhat during the night. I was on my side, tangled in a bit of sheet. She was on her side, tangled in a bit of blanket. I could just make out the pale tan lines on her bottom and her back.We’d become cabin buddies of a different order. At the Jack-and-Ciara level. That’s probably what most people would have assumed all along, but I certainly hadn’t, and I didn’t think that she had either.And yet, here we were.I waited a while for her to wake up, but she didn’t. So I finally got up myself.We’d just passed through the entrance in the seawall at Ensenada and were coming up to our docking site. The pilot, or maybe it was the captain himself, was standing on a little deck that jutted out from the side of the ship to joy-stick our massive vessel precisely up to the pier.Molly was still in bed when I got back. She smiled and went to the bathroom, a little embarrassed to be still naked while I was already dressed. Her pubic hair, I noticed, was trim and attractive.She came out wearing a towel and had her coffee. We checked the day’s schedule. She was delighted to discover that they’d transferred Mrs. Pendergast’s excursion ticket to me.A little later that morning we went ashore. It was a strange sensation, stepping off the gangway into a foreign country. Somehow I expected every little thing to be different and exotic, but the first thing we encountered, sprouting up through a crack in the pavement, was a little tuft of grass. Nothing exotic at all, just plain old grass.Our excursion van was heralded by a woman with a clipboard, a younger, more boisterous, Mexican Denise. There were three other couples in our group and a single unaccompanied woman about Ciara’s age. I took a seat next to the window with Molly beside me with the unaccompanied woman next to her. Her name was Meryl. This was her first real vacation since her divorce. She was really excited to be having such an adventure.We drove through the streets of Ensenada, our guide giving us a bit of local color in her prettily accented English. The scene was at once familiar and strange: traffic and lane markings and stop lights just exactly like at home, but unintelligible store signs in unlikely colors painted directly on pastel stucco walls. Beyond the city were dusty, cactus-strewn hills not unlike the Catalina hinterland.Our destination was a site called the Bufadora, a cleft in the rocky sea cliff where ocean waves sent up enormous geyser-like sprays. The sprays were so high that we got wet even at our vantage point fifty feet above the water.The path back from the observation point was lined with gaudy souvenir shops, like the midway of a county fair. Meryl had tagged along with Molly and me. We stopped at one of the taco stands for lunch.“So how did you guys meet?”Molly didn’t volunteer an answer.“Just here on the cruise, actually,” I said.“Really? See, aren’t cruises great?” Molly gushed.After lunch we went into one of the souvenir shops and Meryl asked our opinion about all the little nick-nacks she wanted to buy. When we got back to the van, I ended up sitting in the middle.“The nicest thing.” she said. “is that every day you make new friends.”We drove back through town, then out into the desert in a different direction to a picturesque winery. We sat around a table on a palm-shaded patio and sampled the different vintages. Meryl chatted on about Simi Valley and the cruise and her ex and the weather and the ship and the people she’d met. She got me to go into the little gift shop with her to help pick out a couple bottles.Molly was quiet at dinner. I had to remind her that we’d made plans to see the comedy show with Meryl.“I’ve got a bit of a headache,” she said. “I think I’ll go back to the room.”Meryl was waiting in the forward theatre. She was sorry to hear about Molly’s headache and put her hand on my arm to convey her concern. The show turned out to be pretty adult-rated, pretty raunchy in fact. Meryl yucked it upAfter the show she suggested we take a spin about the deck. The ship had set sail again and we were just passing the exposed wreck that lies up against the sea wall. Somehow Meryl managed to tuck herself inside my arm.“Wouldn’t you just love to go dancing?” she cooed.“I, uh, Actually, I’ve kind of got to go now.”“But the night is still young.” Meryl rebutted. “Let’s at least stop by my room first.”“I’ve got to check on Molly.” I insisted“We can open one of the tequilas.”“Thanks, but,”"It’s just that, I was kind of hoping to get lucky tonight.”Christ Almighty. A guy tries to be a gentleman. I didn’t need an etiquette book for this one. I finally managed to pry myself away,When I got back to the room, Molly was in her pajamas, watching TV.“Is your headache any better?” I asked.She didn’t look up from the screen.I sat on the chair and twisted around to see what she was watching. A travelogue of some sort.“You didn’t miss much,” I said. “The show was kind of,”But she leaned in closer to the screen to make it clear that I was interrupting her program. Something about the way the locals made their tortillas.OK. I got the message. She didn’t like the fact that I’d gone to the show with Meryl. I went into the bathroom to pee. I’d only been trying to be polite to a fellow cruise member. Was that a crime? Molly had been there when we’d made the plans. I thought that she’d been trying to be friendly too. That we’d sort of taken Meryl under our wing.I came out of the bathroom a minute later, and sat down on the chair again. The secret to the tortillas, apparently, had something to do with lime juice.“I didn’t expect to see you back here tonight,” Molly said. In a sarcastic tone of voice. As if my presence was an imposition. As if she was sorry she’d ever offered to share the room in the first place.I didn’t even bother to answer. I got undressed, then crawled up onto my side of the bed. Where else was I supposed to go? I got under the blanket and turned toward the bulkhead. A guy tries to be a gentleman. And this is what he gets.I woke up first again, the next morning. I went up on deck. Did she really think that I’d found Meryl even the least bit attractive? She was a fellow shipmate, nothing more. I’d thought that we’d both been trying to be polite to her. Was that a crime?I brought back coffee and a croissant, but Molly was still asleep. Or pretending to be. I banged around a little, but she didn’t budge. Finally I got fed up and left.So here I was again, back to my usual routine, wandering down empty corridors, drifting up little-used gangways, poking around lonely corners where nobody else much ever cared to go. Doing what I probably would have been doing if I’d gotten my single in the first place.I came back to the room around lunch time, but Molly wasn’t there. I wandered up to the pool. Denise was there, chatting with some people. She waved. Meryl was there, stalking about, but I managed to slip away before she saw me. But no Molly.It was a long day. The ship had parked itself out in the middle of the ocean somewhere. Or maybe the rest of the world really had blown itself up and they just hadn’t told us. I eventually ended up back in the little coffee shop at the tail end of the ship. The sky seemed a lot flatter though, the seagulls a lot more listless, my algorithms a lot less interesting. Finally I got up again and trudged back down into the labyrinth.The casino was practically empty. The lower piano bar was closed. The little art gallery was still showing the same old photographs.The gift shop was open. The same lady was behind the counter. What was it that Molly had asked to see? A necklace. It must have been, that one. The lady brought it out. A pair of crystalline dolphins on a slender silver chain. They sparkled in the light.Molly still wasn’t in the room when I got back. This time our towel had been folded into a seal, sunning itself on the bedspread. I moved it a little closer to her pillow and arranged the necklace around its neck.There were still a couple hours until dinner. I thought it might be better if I wasn’t there when she got back.I got to dinner right on time. It was our last night on board, and the dining room was even more boisterous than usual.“Where’s Molly?” asked Ciara.“She had a little headache. She might not be joining us.”Valentin our waiter was really joshing it up, angling for a big end-of-trip tip. He was just taking the drink orders when Molly appeared. She was wearing a pink skirt, a whitish blouse,, and the necklace. Her eye caught mine as she made her way around the table, but quickly shot away again.Ciara asked her how she was doing. The couple on my other side were there for once. Tom and somebody. He was in air conditioning and gave me the full rundown. It was too noisy for Molly and me to talk, but every time I looked, she was still wearing the necklace.It being our last night, the waiters were going to put on a little show. Just after they passed out the dessert plates they went into a huddle near the service entrance. Molly leaned over.“Do you want to go back to the room?”We got up.“Oh, are you guys going to the revue?” asked Ciara.Molly replied in the louder voice you had to use to make yourself heard. But the room was beginning to quiet down in a hush, as the waiters were taking their places, and so the whole table heard what she said.“Make-up sex.”The table burst into laughter. Molly continued her way out of the room, and I just followed sheepishly behind her.“Can you forgive me?” she asked as we got out into the hallway.“For letting everybody know where we’re going?”“For last night. I’m so sorry for the way I acted. It was my fault. It was all my fault.”“The worst part is, we wasted a whole day,” I remorsed.“We still have tonight.” She tried to assure me.“Yeah. We still have tonight.” I agreed.As soon as we got into the room we fell into each other’s arms.“I love the necklace,” she murmured.“It looks really nice on you.”We kissed and shuffled toward the bed.But my blood was pumping. I was thinking about our wasted day.“Let’s do something first, want to?” I pleaded. “It’s our last night. Let’s get our money’s worth. Let’s go to the show! Let’s go dancing! Let’s shoot for that royal flush! The bed will still be here when we get back. But let’s make up for some of the things we didn’t do today. Let’s paint the ship red. Okay? Want to? C'mon! Hup hup!”Jack and Ciara were surprised to see us at the theatre.“That was quick,” Ciara said with a look of astonishment.Molly blushed. I put my arm around her and pulled her tight. “You ain’t seen nothing yet.”The review was Motown classics, the Supremes, the Four Tops. “You can’t hurry love, no you’ll just have to wait,” The whole auditorium was singing along. The girls pulled Jack and me up from our seats to dance in the aisle. "Sugar pie, honeybunch, you know that I love you,”Afterwards, the night was balmy, perfect for a stroll on deck. We could see lights off in the distance, the rest of the world was still there after all! We ran into Meryl, wrapped in the arm of a dapper, middle-aged gentleman whose smile was just as smug as hers was. We exchanged pleasantries. She gave us both a little wink.“Molly, perhaps I'm clueless. Did you have any idea that Meryl was going to try to hit on me?” I had to ask.“Oh, my God!” Molly stared at me. “All day long, she was angling for you. I thought you were trying for a threesome, and my fake headache was me forcing you to choose one or the other.”“What? I thought you and I were just trying to be hospitable; you know, so she'd have some friends to socialize with.”“Well,” Molly confessed. “I finally figured out that you were completely innocent, but it took me until late afternoon to dispel my worst presumptions.”“I went to the show, because we told her we'd both join her, there.” I explained. “ When you were bedridden with a headache, I assumed it fell on me to go alone, even though I really didn't want to be away from you.““Ah, really? That's so sweet!” Molly gushed. She gave me a deep kiss right there on the mezzanine. “I assumed you went because you wanted another notch on your belt. I'm so, so sorry.”“Well, when the performance ended, I said I had to head back to you. She did try every diversion. I passed on all of them. Then she flatly told me she was ‘hoping to get lucky' with me. I told her I definitely could not accommodate that, and I walked straight back to our room.”“Oh, I was awful to you!” Molly lamented. “But I was also right about that slut's intentions, wasn't I?” Molly paused, then added; “When I finally got over my inner rage, I realized that you didn't come back smelling like cunt. Hell, you didn't even have lipstick smeared on your face.” This afternoon, I finally left my hiding spot, and saw you were heading to dinner, I went to the cabin and saw this beautiful necklace. I literally cried. I don't deserve you. You don't deserve my juvenile drama. I'd planned to skip the dinner, but when I saw the dolphin necklace, I had to come and grovel your forgiveness.”“You know, Molly” I paused. “Perhaps I was too clueless, yesterday. Perhaps you were too presuming?” Do you think we can both help to balance each other?”“Oh, I love that! Yes, let's balance each other. “The nightclubs were hopping. We wound our way from one to the other, dancing one dance in each. But then we decided to forgo the casino and just head back to the cabin. And sure enough, the bed was still there, right where we’d left it.We kissed. I ran my hands up along her sides, up inside her blouse. She undid my buttons and pulled open my shirt. I fiddled with her skirt and managed to slip it down over the swell of her hips. She unfastened my belt buckle and my button and my zipper. I slid my hands down inside her panties. She slid hers down inside my underpants. We pawed and shucked and kicked off everything that remained. And then she took off the very last thing that she was wearing, the crystalline necklace, and placed it carefully on the nightstand.I backed her down onto the bed. I kissed the pretty spot where the necklace had been, and the spot next to that, and the spot next to that. She lay back and closed her eyes and let herself be kissed.I settled myself down on top of her, stroking her full lovely body with my own, savoring her softness and her excitement, trying to fuse our unfortunate separateness into something more fulfilling. And somehow, in the midst of our kissing and our stroking, my penis must have slid up at just the right angle, and her hips must have been open to just the right degree, and we coupled, as adroitly as if that had been our conscious intention, as naturally as if we were two jungle cats whose lithe jungle bodies just instinctively knew how to fuck.And somewhere in the midst of our coupling we sweetly came, but it was not so much a climax as just a sweet vista point along the way. For just as we hadn’t consciously willed our engagement, neither did we ever willfully disengage, but just eventually nestled more comfortably down beside each other, still caressing, still softly kissing, still sweetly fused.The loudspeaker blasted us awake early the next morning. Our luggage needed to be out in the hallway for pickup by eight o'clock sharp!Molly wriggled a bit deeper under the blanket. "Uh,” she groaned. “Just five more minutes.”I remembered the look on her face, when had it been? just four days ago, when we first learned we might have to share the cabin together. She’d been just as uncertain as I had. But now it was hard to imagine any other arrangement. Her lying in bed beside me, trying to squeeze in a few more minutes of sleep, leaving it up to me to keep track of the time, I wouldn’t have had it any other way.We hadn’t begun to pack yet, but we’d kept things fairly organized. I gave her a generous five minutes, and then I gave her a little nudge. “C'mon, sleepyhead. Up and at um.”She groaned, but she dragged herself out of bed. We were both still naked. I slipped on a pair of boxers, and she put on a T-shirt. It rode up in back, though, so that her pretty bottom kept peeking out as she went around collecting her things and tucking them into her suitcase.“Do you kinda wish that the rest of the world really had blown itself up?” I asked.She was folding one of her bras. “Oh, I don’t know. We’d probably get tired of eating cheesecake eventually.”“They’d run out. Then we’d have to eat whatever it is that Valentin eats.”“He gets cheesecake sometimes, don’t you think? When they have some left over?”“I don’t know. He’s pretty skinny.”“I wonder why Meryl didn’t think of him.”“Yeah. Good question. Wrong table, I suppose.”“I suppose.”I crammed my sports coat in between my shirts and my underwear bag. She gave the zipper of her suitcase a final tug. “Besides,” she said. “Your algorithms would miss you.”I slipped on my trousers and rolled the bags out into the corridor. There were a surprising number of people walking by, and every single one of them gawked into the room as they passed. Nothing is more titillating to a person walking down a stateroom corridor than an open doorway.When I got the door closed again, Molly was sitting up on the bed with the sheet pulled up in front of her and a rather indignant look on her face. What a lot of nerve some people had!I couldn’t help but smile. “I wonder what they thought you were hiding back there.”She rolled her eyebrows.But I was feeling a little playful. The final day’s schedule was lying on the floor. I picked it up and pretended it was an official form.“Customs inspection, Miss, May I see what you’ve got behind that sheet?”She wasn’t so sure she wanted to show me. She coyly raised the sheet a little higher.“That shirt you’re wearing, Miss. Did you purchase it abroad?”She looked down behind the sheet. This old thing?.“Regulations, Miss; It may contain contraband fibers.” I held out my hand. “May I see it please?”She huffed. Bureaucrats! Without letting go of the sheet she wriggled one arm out of its sleeve and then the other one. Then she pulled the shirt off over her head and handed it to me, all the while keeping herself demurely shielded from any and all prying eyes.I inspected the shirt, inside and out. White cotton, picture of a bamboo stalk, slightly warm. I brought it up to my nose. Girl smell, subtle but intriguing. I turned it over. No detectable contraband fibers. I made a mark on my customs form.“And what else do you have behind the sheet, Miss?”“Why nothing, Officer. Nothing at all.” Couldn’t I tell that she was just an innocent traveler trying to get back home?I took the edge of the sheet from her hand and gently pulled it back to see for myself. She’d been telling the truth. Nothing at all! She blushed. I made another mark on my customs form.“I’m afraid our machine is down today, Miss; the rest of the inspection will have to be performed manually. Would you please lie down here on the conveyor belt for me?”She huffed again. The things one had to put up with! But regulations were regulations. She stretched herself out on the bed, arms to her sides, completely nude, presenting herself for inspection, just the slightest hint of coy anticipation in her expression.I proceeded to administer a thorough frisking. I ran my hands up her calf, feeling for any irregularities. I ran them up her thigh, letting one hand brush her soft pubic hair as the other swept over the full round swell of her hip.I looked up and our eyes met. Looking back at me was the same pretty girl I’d had lunch with at the salad buffet, lying now before me, utterly nude, lips slightly parted, nipples blushing, letting me see and touch and pet and feel every square inch of her lovely body. I can only imagine what she might have read in my eyes, but I didn’t reed anything in hers that told me not to continue what I was doing.I ran my hands up over her tummy, letting my fingers probe her belly button. I cupped her breasts and gently frisked her hardening nipples.“Ooh, Officer.”But there was one part of her that needed to be inspected more thoroughly. I had her scoot down so that her bottom was still on the bed but her feet were on the floor. This brought her pretty vagina out of the shadows and onto center stage. The outer lips were flushed and slightly parted, revealing the swirly pink frills within. These were her most secret, private parts, and she was letting me see them, letting me run my thumb along their oystery ruffles, letting me daub my fingers with their musky secretion.I could very well have been back in the botanical garden, examining an exotic new species of tropical orchid. My penis insisted on being a part of the investigation. I dropped my pants and brought it up for comparison. It jutted out, sleek and firm like a totem of polished jungle hardwood, a dramatic contrast to her glistening swirls.I advanced it right up to the very heart of her ruffles, and they parted shyly to let it in. I maneuvered to find the perfect angle, the one our jungle bodies had found last night so effortlessly by themselves.She had propped herself up on her elbows to watch, but now she lay back down again, the same pretty girl who’d pressed up against me so contentedly on the tender. I thrust, savoring her frilly plushness. She purred and gave me a playful inner caress. I stroked and felt the beckoning strains of sweetness.A different phenotype certainly, but definitely the same species, breath-takingly different but exquisitely compatible: her circumference to my diameter, her ruffles to my teak, her warm, welcoming embrace to my clumsy determination.The same pretty girl who’d come to dinner after all. I thrust and thrust, and the sweetness blossomed like a velvety jungle flower, and she quivered and uttered a musky cry.After a slow fuck, while staring into each other's eyes, We cuddled for as long as we could. Finally, We went down the gangway into the terminal building to settle our accounts and have our passports stamped. Our bags were waiting on luggage carts outside.Molly had finally put her T-shirt back on along with a pair of Capri pants. Mrs. Pendergast had booked her one more night in Long Beach, at the Marriot, along with some of the other social groupers. I was going straight back to Pasadena. Her van arrived before my shuttle did, and she hustled off, rolling her suitcase. Jack and Ciara were going too. I wished them well.The driver took his time loading the bags, and Molly ran back to give me one last hurried kiss. Denise was standing nearby. Molly waved. “You were right,” she called.It was a sweet sorrow watching her go back to San Bernardino. We’d exchanged numbers. I’d give her a call when we got back home. There was no reason to think we wouldn’t see each other again. There was no reason to think we wouldn’t have sex again. But not today. I felt happier than I’d felt in quite a while. And sadder.Denise stepped up beside me as the hotel van pulled away. “I told her you were a nice guy,” she explained. “Yesterday, afternoon she had a lot of questions about you; and a lot of wrong presumptions. When we were done talking, I wasn't sure if she was going to let go of her fears about you. At her brief dinner appearance, it was like she was a completely different person.” She smiled, graciously, generously. “I’m glad the two of you hit it off.” She didn’t say it in a social-group-hook-up kind of way at all, but sincerely, one grown-up to another.Denise then handed me a check; ”Here's the full refund for your single-occupancy cabin. Mrs. Pendergast couldn't cancel soon enough to get any of her money back, so you officially just went in her place. One might suspect the woman was trying to pair up you and Molly, all along?”I looked at her, probably the first time I’d ever really looked her fully in the eye. I couldn’t help but return her smile.“Well, you were right about one thing,” I said. “The cruise was a lot of fun. I'm glad you finally convinced me to come.”Heading to the parking area, I relived the wonderful memories. I didn't have to be to work in Pasadena for a couple more days. I took the shuttle to my parking area, then finally found my car, and eventually paid the booth and began to drive out to the Queensway highway. Then my phone rang. “Hector!” It was Molly. “My god, Hector. I'm at the hotel, and this king size sweet is amazing! I need to share it with someone special. Can you help a lonely girl, from the hills?”I immediately diverted off the Queensway Drive and was in her hotel lobby within 5 minutes.By HectorBidon for Literotica.
A choice, a trap, and a necklace.By HectorBidon. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.The next morning’s sun found its way in through our porthole once again. We had sorted ourselves out somewhat during the night. I was on my side, tangled in a bit of sheet. She was on her side, tangled in a bit of blanket. I could just make out the pale tan lines on her bottom and her back.We’d become cabin buddies of a different order. At the Jack-and-Ciara level. That’s probably what most people would have assumed all along, but I certainly hadn’t, and I didn’t think that she had either.And yet, here we were.I waited a while for her to wake up, but she didn’t. So I finally got up myself.We’d just passed through the entrance in the seawall at Ensenada and were coming up to our docking site. The pilot, or maybe it was the captain himself, was standing on a little deck that jutted out from the side of the ship to joy-stick our massive vessel precisely up to the pier.Molly was still in bed when I got back. She smiled and went to the bathroom, a little embarrassed to be still naked while I was already dressed. Her pubic hair, I noticed, was trim and attractive.She came out wearing a towel and had her coffee. We checked the day’s schedule. She was delighted to discover that they’d transferred Mrs. Pendergast’s excursion ticket to me.A little later that morning we went ashore. It was a strange sensation, stepping off the gangway into a foreign country. Somehow I expected every little thing to be different and exotic, but the first thing we encountered, sprouting up through a crack in the pavement, was a little tuft of grass. Nothing exotic at all, just plain old grass.Our excursion van was heralded by a woman with a clipboard, a younger, more boisterous, Mexican Denise. There were three other couples in our group and a single unaccompanied woman about Ciara’s age. I took a seat next to the window with Molly beside me with the unaccompanied woman next to her. Her name was Meryl. This was her first real vacation since her divorce. She was really excited to be having such an adventure.We drove through the streets of Ensenada, our guide giving us a bit of local color in her prettily accented English. The scene was at once familiar and strange: traffic and lane markings and stop lights just exactly like at home, but unintelligible store signs in unlikely colors painted directly on pastel stucco walls. Beyond the city were dusty, cactus-strewn hills not unlike the Catalina hinterland.Our destination was a site called the Bufadora, a cleft in the rocky sea cliff where ocean waves sent up enormous geyser-like sprays. The sprays were so high that we got wet even at our vantage point fifty feet above the water.The path back from the observation point was lined with gaudy souvenir shops, like the midway of a county fair. Meryl had tagged along with Molly and me. We stopped at one of the taco stands for lunch.“So how did you guys meet?”Molly didn’t volunteer an answer.“Just here on the cruise, actually,” I said.“Really? See, aren’t cruises great?” Molly gushed.After lunch we went into one of the souvenir shops and Meryl asked our opinion about all the little nick-nacks she wanted to buy. When we got back to the van, I ended up sitting in the middle.“The nicest thing.” she said. “is that every day you make new friends.”We drove back through town, then out into the desert in a different direction to a picturesque winery. We sat around a table on a palm-shaded patio and sampled the different vintages. Meryl chatted on about Simi Valley and the cruise and her ex and the weather and the ship and the people she’d met. She got me to go into the little gift shop with her to help pick out a couple bottles.Molly was quiet at dinner. I had to remind her that we’d made plans to see the comedy show with Meryl.“I’ve got a bit of a headache,” she said. “I think I’ll go back to the room.”Meryl was waiting in the forward theatre. She was sorry to hear about Molly’s headache and put her hand on my arm to convey her concern. The show turned out to be pretty adult-rated, pretty raunchy in fact. Meryl yucked it upAfter the show she suggested we take a spin about the deck. The ship had set sail again and we were just passing the exposed wreck that lies up against the sea wall. Somehow Meryl managed to tuck herself inside my arm.“Wouldn’t you just love to go dancing?” she cooed.“I, uh, Actually, I’ve kind of got to go now.”“But the night is still young.” Meryl rebutted. “Let’s at least stop by my room first.”“I’ve got to check on Molly.” I insisted“We can open one of the tequilas.”“Thanks, but,”"It’s just that, I was kind of hoping to get lucky tonight.”Christ Almighty. A guy tries to be a gentleman. I didn’t need an etiquette book for this one. I finally managed to pry myself away,When I got back to the room, Molly was in her pajamas, watching TV.“Is your headache any better?” I asked.She didn’t look up from the screen.I sat on the chair and twisted around to see what she was watching. A travelogue of some sort.“You didn’t miss much,” I said. “The show was kind of,”But she leaned in closer to the screen to make it clear that I was interrupting her program. Something about the way the locals made their tortillas.OK. I got the message. She didn’t like the fact that I’d gone to the show with Meryl. I went into the bathroom to pee. I’d only been trying to be polite to a fellow cruise member. Was that a crime? Molly had been there when we’d made the plans. I thought that she’d been trying to be friendly too. That we’d sort of taken Meryl under our wing.I came out of the bathroom a minute later, and sat down on the chair again. The secret to the tortillas, apparently, had something to do with lime juice.“I didn’t expect to see you back here tonight,” Molly said. In a sarcastic tone of voice. As if my presence was an imposition. As if she was sorry she’d ever offered to share the room in the first place.I didn’t even bother to answer. I got undressed, then crawled up onto my side of the bed. Where else was I supposed to go? I got under the blanket and turned toward the bulkhead. A guy tries to be a gentleman. And this is what he gets.I woke up first again, the next morning. I went up on deck. Did she really think that I’d found Meryl even the least bit attractive? She was a fellow shipmate, nothing more. I’d thought that we’d both been trying to be polite to her. Was that a crime?I brought back coffee and a croissant, but Molly was still asleep. Or pretending to be. I banged around a little, but she didn’t budge. Finally I got fed up and left.So here I was again, back to my usual routine, wandering down empty corridors, drifting up little-used gangways, poking around lonely corners where nobody else much ever cared to go. Doing what I probably would have been doing if I’d gotten my single in the first place.I came back to the room around lunch time, but Molly wasn’t there. I wandered up to the pool. Denise was there, chatting with some people. She waved. Meryl was there, stalking about, but I managed to slip away before she saw me. But no Molly.It was a long day. The ship had parked itself out in the middle of the ocean somewhere. Or maybe the rest of the world really had blown itself up and they just hadn’t told us. I eventually ended up back in the little coffee shop at the tail end of the ship. The sky seemed a lot flatter though, the seagulls a lot more listless, my algorithms a lot less interesting. Finally I got up again and trudged back down into the labyrinth.The casino was practically empty. The lower piano bar was closed. The little art gallery was still showing the same old photographs.The gift shop was open. The same lady was behind the counter. What was it that Molly had asked to see? A necklace. It must have been, that one. The lady brought it out. A pair of crystalline dolphins on a slender silver chain. They sparkled in the light.Molly still wasn’t in the room when I got back. This time our towel had been folded into a seal, sunning itself on the bedspread. I moved it a little closer to her pillow and arranged the necklace around its neck.There were still a couple hours until dinner. I thought it might be better if I wasn’t there when she got back.I got to dinner right on time. It was our last night on board, and the dining room was even more boisterous than usual.“Where’s Molly?” asked Ciara.“She had a little headache. She might not be joining us.”Valentin our waiter was really joshing it up, angling for a big end-of-trip tip. He was just taking the drink orders when Molly appeared. She was wearing a pink skirt, a whitish blouse,, and the necklace. Her eye caught mine as she made her way around the table, but quickly shot away again.Ciara asked her how she was doing. The couple on my other side were there for once. Tom and somebody. He was in air conditioning and gave me the full rundown. It was too noisy for Molly and me to talk, but every time I looked, she was still wearing the necklace.It being our last night, the waiters were going to put on a little show. Just after they passed out the dessert plates they went into a huddle near the service entrance. Molly leaned over.“Do you want to go back to the room?”We got up.“Oh, are you guys going to the revue?” asked Ciara.Molly replied in the louder voice you had to use to make yourself heard. But the room was beginning to quiet down in a hush, as the waiters were taking their places, and so the whole table heard what she said.“Make-up sex.”The table burst into laughter. Molly continued her way out of the room, and I just followed sheepishly behind her.“Can you forgive me?” she asked as we got out into the hallway.“For letting everybody know where we’re going?”“For last night. I’m so sorry for the way I acted. It was my fault. It was all my fault.”“The worst part is, we wasted a whole day,” I remorsed.“We still have tonight.” She tried to assure me.“Yeah. We still have tonight.” I agreed.As soon as we got into the room we fell into each other’s arms.“I love the necklace,” she murmured.“It looks really nice on you.”We kissed and shuffled toward the bed.But my blood was pumping. I was thinking about our wasted day.“Let’s do something first, want to?” I pleaded. “It’s our last night. Let’s get our money’s worth. Let’s go to the show! Let’s go dancing! Let’s shoot for that royal flush! The bed will still be here when we get back. But let’s make up for some of the things we didn’t do today. Let’s paint the ship red. Okay? Want to? C'mon! Hup hup!”Jack and Ciara were surprised to see us at the theatre.“That was quick,” Ciara said with a look of astonishment.Molly blushed. I put my arm around her and pulled her tight. “You ain’t seen nothing yet.”The review was Motown classics, the Supremes, the Four Tops. “You can’t hurry love, no you’ll just have to wait,” The whole auditorium was singing along. The girls pulled Jack and me up from our seats to dance in the aisle. "Sugar pie, honeybunch, you know that I love you,”Afterwards, the night was balmy, perfect for a stroll on deck. We could see lights off in the distance, the rest of the world was still there after all! We ran into Meryl, wrapped in the arm of a dapper, middle-aged gentleman whose smile was just as smug as hers was. We exchanged pleasantries. She gave us both a little wink.“Molly, perhaps I'm clueless. Did you have any idea that Meryl was going to try to hit on me?” I had to ask.“Oh, my God!” Molly stared at me. “All day long, she was angling for you. I thought you were trying for a threesome, and my fake headache was me forcing you to choose one or the other.”“What? I thought you and I were just trying to be hospitable; you know, so she'd have some friends to socialize with.”“Well,” Molly confessed. “I finally figured out that you were completely innocent, but it took me until late afternoon to dispel my worst presumptions.”“I went to the show, because we told her we'd both join her, there.” I explained. “ When you were bedridden with a headache, I assumed it fell on me to go alone, even though I really didn't want to be away from you.““Ah, really? That's so sweet!” Molly gushed. She gave me a deep kiss right there on the mezzanine. “I assumed you went because you wanted another notch on your belt. I'm so, so sorry.”“Well, when the performance ended, I said I had to head back to you. She did try every diversion. I passed on all of them. Then she flatly told me she was ‘hoping to get lucky' with me. I told her I definitely could not accommodate that, and I walked straight back to our room.”“Oh, I was awful to you!” Molly lamented. “But I was also right about that slut's intentions, wasn't I?” Molly paused, then added; “When I finally got over my inner rage, I realized that you didn't come back smelling like cunt. Hell, you didn't even have lipstick smeared on your face.” This afternoon, I finally left my hiding spot, and saw you were heading to dinner, I went to the cabin and saw this beautiful necklace. I literally cried. I don't deserve you. You don't deserve my juvenile drama. I'd planned to skip the dinner, but when I saw the dolphin necklace, I had to come and grovel your forgiveness.”“You know, Molly” I paused. “Perhaps I was too clueless, yesterday. Perhaps you were too presuming?” Do you think we can both help to balance each other?”“Oh, I love that! Yes, let's balance each other. “The nightclubs were hopping. We wound our way from one to the other, dancing one dance in each. But then we decided to forgo the casino and just head back to the cabin. And sure enough, the bed was still there, right where we’d left it.We kissed. I ran my hands up along her sides, up inside her blouse. She undid my buttons and pulled open my shirt. I fiddled with her skirt and managed to slip it down over the swell of her hips. She unfastened my belt buckle and my button and my zipper. I slid my hands down inside her panties. She slid hers down inside my underpants. We pawed and shucked and kicked off everything that remained. And then she took off the very last thing that she was wearing, the crystalline necklace, and placed it carefully on the nightstand.I backed her down onto the bed. I kissed the pretty spot where the necklace had been, and the spot next to that, and the spot next to that. She lay back and closed her eyes and let herself be kissed.I settled myself down on top of her, stroking her full lovely body with my own, savoring her softness and her excitement, trying to fuse our unfortunate separateness into something more fulfilling. And somehow, in the midst of our kissing and our stroking, my penis must have slid up at just the right angle, and her hips must have been open to just the right degree, and we coupled, as adroitly as if that had been our conscious intention, as naturally as if we were two jungle cats whose lithe jungle bodies just instinctively knew how to fuck.And somewhere in the midst of our coupling we sweetly came, but it was not so much a climax as just a sweet vista point along the way. For just as we hadn’t consciously willed our engagement, neither did we ever willfully disengage, but just eventually nestled more comfortably down beside each other, still caressing, still softly kissing, still sweetly fused.The loudspeaker blasted us awake early the next morning. Our luggage needed to be out in the hallway for pickup by eight o'clock sharp!Molly wriggled a bit deeper under the blanket. "Uh,” she groaned. “Just five more minutes.”I remembered the look on her face, when had it been? just four days ago, when we first learned we might have to share the cabin together. She’d been just as uncertain as I had. But now it was hard to imagine any other arrangement. Her lying in bed beside me, trying to squeeze in a few more minutes of sleep, leaving it up to me to keep track of the time, I wouldn’t have had it any other way.We hadn’t begun to pack yet, but we’d kept things fairly organized. I gave her a generous five minutes, and then I gave her a little nudge. “C'mon, sleepyhead. Up and at um.”She groaned, but she dragged herself out of bed. We were both still naked. I slipped on a pair of boxers, and she put on a T-shirt. It rode up in back, though, so that her pretty bottom kept peeking out as she went around collecting her things and tucking them into her suitcase.“Do you kinda wish that the rest of the world really had blown itself up?” I asked.She was folding one of her bras. “Oh, I don’t know. We’d probably get tired of eating cheesecake eventually.”“They’d run out. Then we’d have to eat whatever it is that Valentin eats.”“He gets cheesecake sometimes, don’t you think? When they have some left over?”“I don’t know. He’s pretty skinny.”“I wonder why Meryl didn’t think of him.”“Yeah. Good question. Wrong table, I suppose.”“I suppose.”I crammed my sports coat in between my shirts and my underwear bag. She gave the zipper of her suitcase a final tug. “Besides,” she said. “Your algorithms would miss you.”I slipped on my trousers and rolled the bags out into the corridor. There were a surprising number of people walking by, and every single one of them gawked into the room as they passed. Nothing is more titillating to a person walking down a stateroom corridor than an open doorway.When I got the door closed again, Molly was sitting up on the bed with the sheet pulled up in front of her and a rather indignant look on her face. What a lot of nerve some people had!I couldn’t help but smile. “I wonder what they thought you were hiding back there.”She rolled her eyebrows.But I was feeling a little playful. The final day’s schedule was lying on the floor. I picked it up and pretended it was an official form.“Customs inspection, Miss, May I see what you’ve got behind that sheet?”She wasn’t so sure she wanted to show me. She coyly raised the sheet a little higher.“That shirt you’re wearing, Miss. Did you purchase it abroad?”She looked down behind the sheet. This old thing?.“Regulations, Miss; It may contain contraband fibers.” I held out my hand. “May I see it please?”She huffed. Bureaucrats! Without letting go of the sheet she wriggled one arm out of its sleeve and then the other one. Then she pulled the shirt off over her head and handed it to me, all the while keeping herself demurely shielded from any and all prying eyes.I inspected the shirt, inside and out. White cotton, picture of a bamboo stalk, slightly warm. I brought it up to my nose. Girl smell, subtle but intriguing. I turned it over. No detectable contraband fibers. I made a mark on my customs form.“And what else do you have behind the sheet, Miss?”“Why nothing, Officer. Nothing at all.” Couldn’t I tell that she was just an innocent traveler trying to get back home?I took the edge of the sheet from her hand and gently pulled it back to see for myself. She’d been telling the truth. Nothing at all! She blushed. I made another mark on my customs form.“I’m afraid our machine is down today, Miss; the rest of the inspection will have to be performed manually. Would you please lie down here on the conveyor belt for me?”She huffed again. The things one had to put up with! But regulations were regulations. She stretched herself out on the bed, arms to her sides, completely nude, presenting herself for inspection, just the slightest hint of coy anticipation in her expression.I proceeded to administer a thorough frisking. I ran my hands up her calf, feeling for any irregularities. I ran them up her thigh, letting one hand brush her soft pubic hair as the other swept over the full round swell of her hip.I looked up and our eyes met. Looking back at me was the same pretty girl I’d had lunch with at the salad buffet, lying now before me, utterly nude, lips slightly parted, nipples blushing, letting me see and touch and pet and feel every square inch of her lovely body. I can only imagine what she might have read in my eyes, but I didn’t reed anything in hers that told me not to continue what I was doing.I ran my hands up over her tummy, letting my fingers probe her belly button. I cupped her breasts and gently frisked her hardening nipples.“Ooh, Officer.”But there was one part of her that needed to be inspected more thoroughly. I had her scoot down so that her bottom was still on the bed but her feet were on the floor. This brought her pretty vagina out of the shadows and onto center stage. The outer lips were flushed and slightly parted, revealing the swirly pink frills within. These were her most secret, private parts, and she was letting me see them, letting me run my thumb along their oystery ruffles, letting me daub my fingers with their musky secretion.I could very well have been back in the botanical garden, examining an exotic new species of tropical orchid. My penis insisted on being a part of the investigation. I dropped my pants and brought it up for comparison. It jutted out, sleek and firm like a totem of polished jungle hardwood, a dramatic contrast to her glistening swirls.I advanced it right up to the very heart of her ruffles, and they parted shyly to let it in. I maneuvered to find the perfect angle, the one our jungle bodies had found last night so effortlessly by themselves.She had propped herself up on her elbows to watch, but now she lay back down again, the same pretty girl who’d pressed up against me so contentedly on the tender. I thrust, savoring her frilly plushness. She purred and gave me a playful inner caress. I stroked and felt the beckoning strains of sweetness.A different phenotype certainly, but definitely the same species, breath-takingly different but exquisitely compatible: her circumference to my diameter, her ruffles to my teak, her warm, welcoming embrace to my clumsy determination.The same pretty girl who’d come to dinner after all. I thrust and thrust, and the sweetness blossomed like a velvety jungle flower, and she quivered and uttered a musky cry.After a slow fuck, while staring into each other's eyes, We cuddled for as long as we could. Finally, We went down the gangway into the terminal building to settle our accounts and have our passports stamped. Our bags were waiting on luggage carts outside.Molly had finally put her T-shirt back on along with a pair of Capri pants. Mrs. Pendergast had booked her one more night in Long Beach, at the Marriot, along with some of the other social groupers. I was going straight back to Pasadena. Her van arrived before my shuttle did, and she hustled off, rolling her suitcase. Jack and Ciara were going too. I wished them well.The driver took his time loading the bags, and Molly ran back to give me one last hurried kiss. Denise was standing nearby. Molly waved. “You were right,” she called.It was a sweet sorrow watching her go back to San Bernardino. We’d exchanged numbers. I’d give her a call when we got back home. There was no reason to think we wouldn’t see each other again. There was no reason to think we wouldn’t have sex again. But not today. I felt happier than I’d felt in quite a while. And sadder.Denise stepped up beside me as the hotel van pulled away. “I told her you were a nice guy,” she explained. “Yesterday, afternoon she had a lot of questions about you; and a lot of wrong presumptions. When we were done talking, I wasn't sure if she was going to let go of her fears about you. At her brief dinner appearance, it was like she was a completely different person.” She smiled, graciously, generously. “I’m glad the two of you hit it off.” She didn’t say it in a social-group-hook-up kind of way at all, but sincerely, one grown-up to another.Denise then handed me a check; ”Here's the full refund for your single-occupancy cabin. Mrs. Pendergast couldn't cancel soon enough to get any of her money back, so you officially just went in her place. One might suspect the woman was trying to pair up you and Molly, all along?”I looked at her, probably the first time I’d ever really looked her fully in the eye. I couldn’t help but return her smile.“Well, you were right about one thing,” I said. “The cruise was a lot of fun. I'm glad you finally convinced me to come.”Heading to the parking area, I relived the wonderful memories. I didn't have to be to work in Pasadena for a couple more days. I took the shuttle to my parking area, then finally found my car, and eventually paid the booth and began to drive out to the Queensway highway. Then my phone rang. “Hector!” It was Molly. “My god, Hector. I'm at the hotel, and this king size sweet is amazing! I need to share it with someone special. Can you help a lonely girl, from the hills?”I immediately diverted off the Queensway Drive and was in her hotel lobby within 5 minutes.By HectorBidon for Literotica.
Maritime Resources Corp CEO Garrett Macdonald joined Steve Darling from Proactive to share important developments regarding the company's project in Newfoundland and Labrador during his conversation with Steve Darling from Proactive. Maritime Resources Corp has acquired the Point Rousse assets, which include the Pine Cove processing plant, an in-pit tailings facility, access to a deep-water port, and over 54 km2 of highly prospective land in Newfoundland and Labrador.The acquisition of these assets is significant because it includes a fully permitted mill and tailings facility, reducing exposure to inflationary pressures on capital costs. The company plans to complete an updated feasibility study, with Pine Cove serving as the primary processing facility. The study will incorporate the Hammerdown, Orion, and Stoger Tight projects into the production plan. The Pine Cove mill is strategically located 40 km closer to Hammerdown than the Nugget Pond gold circuit, resulting in substantial haulage cost savings. Crews have been conducting minor repairs at the Pine Cove mill. Opportunities for improved recoveries and lower capital costs for future operations have been identified. The company has also signed a MOU with New Found Gold to study the idea of toll milling material from the Queensway project at the Pine Cove mill. Macdonald also shared with Proactive more details about the restart of the high-grade Hammer Down Gold Project. The project boasts proven and probable reserves with a remarkable grade of around 4.5 grams per tonne. With estimated capital requirements of approximately $75 million CAD, it's considered a small mine but has the potential to generate significant cash flow to help fund company operations, #proactiveinvestors #maritimeresourcescorp #tsxv #mae #MiningNews #Exploration #GoldInvestment #MineralProcessing #MiningIndustry #HammerDownProject #HighGradeGold #CanadianMining #NewfoundlandAndLabrador #MiningInfrastructure #ResourceExploration #GoldMills #MiningAcquisitions #MiningInvestment #GoldReserves #EnvironmentalAssessment #NewfoundGold #MiningJurisdiction #MineralPotential #MiningUpdates #GoldExploration #MiningProjects #ResourceDevelopment #CashFlowGeneration #invest #investing #investment #investor #stockmarket #stocks #stock #stockmarketnews
There's a push for "rails and trails" in Queens via the QueensLink proposal to reactivate a portion of an old rail line to connect the M and A trains for additional mass transit while also adding new park space. Two leaders of the QueensLink, Andrew Lynch and Mike Scala, joined the show to discuss the proposal and its competitor, QueensWay, which would only create parkspace. (ep 417)
Nick Pilbeam, Commercial Director for Queensway Hotels and Hospitality operating Point A Hotels joins us in Hoteliers' Voice to look at the influence of airline retail model in the hospitality sector. Queensway is a family business founded in 1973 creating meaningful and memorable hospitality experiences. Its portfolio includes hotels, coffee houses, restaurants, residential property and a private member's club. Point A Hotels offers cosy, comfortable, budget friendly rooms in the heart of the big city. With seven hotels in London, one in Glasgow, Edinburgh and Dublin, Point A focuses on providing collaborative, fun and exciting places to work.In conversation, we look at:1. Tech for leading edge hoteliers2. Learnings from airlines sales models3. PMS for smart operations4. Automation and data5. Pricing for profitability PMS - Guestline, RMS - IDeaS, Distribution - HotelRezListen to more episodes of the hospitality industry podcast Travel Market Life and subscribe for the latest news at http://travelmarket.life/ Follow us on LinkedIn for more thought-provoking content: https://www.linkedin.com/company/travel-market-life/ Do you have a story to share about technology, digitalisation or culture changes within the hospitality and travel industry? We'd love to hear what your company is doing and the impact it is having. Please contact us through http://travelmarket.life/
Jonathan Scott is back on Gibraltar Today after some leave. The Department of the Environment CEO Dr Liesl Mesilio was in the studio, feeling optimistic about the continued works to clean the heavy fuel oil from our coastline. The dog park at the North End of Eastern beach will take priority over previously announced dog parks at Queensway and by the Nuffield Pool. Our reporter Katy Docker has the details. This weekend Gibraltar will host one of its biggest e-gaming competitions to date! Stewart Harrison tells us about e-sports. But first… The former police commissioner Ian McGrail has been released from bail and is no longer suspected of any criminal offences. Our News editor Christine Vasquez joined us moments after the news broke. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.
New drill results from New Found Gold, Aston Bay Holdings and Omai Gold Mines. Discovery Silver provides a general project update from Cordero. We'd like to thank our sponsors: Western Copper and Gold is focused on developing the world-class Casino project in Canada's Yukon Territory. The Casino project consists of an impressive 11 billion pounds of copper and 21 million ounces of gold in an overall resource. Western Copper and Gold trades on the TSX and the NYSE American with WRN. Be sure to follow the company via their website, www.westerncopperandgold.com. ASCU is an early-stage copper developer and explorer of the Cactus Mine and its satellite project, Parks/Salyer, both situated on a 4km mine trend on private land in Arizona's porphyry copper district. Opportunity for significant growth and scale exist along the trend, while future capex requirements outlined in the Cactus PEA benefit from significant onsite and nearby access to infrastructure. The Company is led by an executive management team and Board which have a long-standing track record of successful project delivery in North America. For more information, please visit www.arizonasonoran.com. Fireweed Metals is advancing 3 different projects within the Yukon and Northwest Territories, including the flagship Macmillan Pass Project, a large zinc-lead-silver deposit and the Mactung Project, one of the largest and highest-grade tungsten deposits in the world. Fireweed plans to advance these projects through exploration, resource definition, metallurgy, engineering, economic studies and collaboration with indigenous people on the path to production. For more information please visit fireweedmetals.com.
Steve and CJ are joined by 67's Head Coach Dave Cameron, a check-in on the Bedard sweepstakes, madness on the Queensway, and reading some of you texts.
How do HM Customs plan an operation to seize £3 million of cocaine on a bulk carrier in our waters? The Collector of Customs John Payas spoke joined us in the studio. Our reporter Kevin Ruiz talked to us about the latest deliberations by the Development and Panning Commission: an application for a major development at the old Rooke site, on Queensway. And, four years have passed since the Island Games in Gibraltar. Our top sports people are now just four months away from the next big competition. We asked the President of the Gibraltar Island Games Association Linda Alvarez: how ready are they? Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.
There's been a fair bit of activity in the mining industry in this province in recent years. There's development of gold and other minerals on the horizon. New Found Gold is one of the companies that's been at the centre of mining exploration, as they search the Queensway gold project near Appleton. That's about 15 kilometres west of Gander. Today (Friday), the company had scheduled an open house at their new core processing facility in the industrial park in Gander. Greg Matheson is chief operating officer of New Found Gold, and he gave CBC's Melissa Tobin an early tour of the company's Gander operation.
The show comes from The Queensway and the Dominican today / Follow up to the Maureen Holloway appearance / The Bills crap out / The Leafs crap out / Buzz Aldrin gets married at 93 / David Crosby dies at 81 / Brook Henderson is the greatest / Yes, more Trump bullshit Humble and Fred is proudly brought to you by Bodog, GoDaddy, The Chambers Plan, The Retirement Sherpa Tim Niblett, Electric Vehicle Network, and Kelseys Original Roadhouse.
One of the original Central London Railway stations opened in 1900, Queensway retains much of its turn-of-the-century appearance today. In this episode we look in depth at the engineering, construction and operation of the Central London Railway, including its troublesome electric locomotives and their replacement with cutting edge multiple unit trains that pioneered the technology still used throughout London Underground today. A full list of references for all the sources used for this episode is available here.
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Priced To Sell Merchandise is FINALLY HERE, and what better lead gen then representing PTS!!! We have baseball and dad hats, hoodie and T-Shirts LIVE on the site NOW! Go get some while you can!https://www.pricedtosellpodcast.com/On todays episode, Matt chats to Azra Gregor of The Agency about her journey to Canada as an immigrant and how she balances motherhood with international real estate. Azra explains why its important to be versed in many cultures with such high immigration rates to Canada.Welcome to Season 2 of the Priced To Sell Podcast, Toronto's #1 Real Estate Podcast!#RealEstate #Toronto #InvestingListen On:Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/show/2ABqywDQ01dpreOpnvRAOa?si=Io-hiIqDRiaFnoFVpMxTsgiTunes: https://podcasts.apple.com/au/podcast/priced-to-sell-podcast/id1571152353SUBSCRIBE TO THE PODCAST: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCDbk5JEEqtkaBBr9KB2MDIgFOLLOW MATT ON INSTAGRAM: https://www.instagram.com/mattcampoli/?hl=enPTS Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/pricedtosellpodcast/?hl=enFOLLOW GUEST: https://www.instagram.com/azragregor/?hl=enKing Street's western terminus is at an intersection with The Queensway to the west, Roncesvalles Avenue to the north, and Queen Street West to the east. King runs to the south-east briefly before curving to the east until just west of Parliament Street. There, it curves north-east until terminates at a merge with Queen Street East just west of the Don River and north of the Corktown Common. Prior to a realignment, Eastern Avenue was the East end of King Street and crossed the Don at the King Street Bridge (which has since been abandoned). Yonge Street, the north–south divider of many Toronto east–west streets, divides King Street into King Street East and King Street West.Heady with Gen Z and millennial energy, Liberty Village has a youthful, campus-meets-condo vibe. Bars, pubs, restaurants and cafes buzz with energy, especially on game nights when one of the local teams (Toronto Wolfpack and Toronto FC) take to the pitch. Liberty Village also functions as one of the city's creative corridors with production facilities, agencies and tech firms operating out of lofts and studio spaces in converted former warehouses.
Priced To Sell Merchandise is FINALLY HERE, and what better lead gen then representing PTS!!! We have baseball and dad hats, hoodie and T-Shirts LIVE on the site NOW! Go get some while you can!https://www.pricedtosellpodcast.com/On todays episode, Matt chats to CEO of Spark Financial Nick Regina about why he left nightlife despite having multiple clubs on King Street West and over 100 employees. When Nick decided to start Spark Financial there were a lot of lessons he was able to take from nightlife and apply to his business which he has continued to build. Nick advises what your first hire should be, what the price correction and interest rate really mean, plus much MUCH MORE!Welcome to Season 2 of the Priced To Sell Podcast, Toronto's #1 Real Estate Podcast!#RealEstate #Toronto #InvestingListen On:Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/show/2ABqywDQ01dpreOpnvRAOa?si=Io-hiIqDRiaFnoFVpMxTsgiTunes: https://podcasts.apple.com/au/podcast/priced-to-sell-podcast/id1571152353SUBSCRIBE TO THE PODCAST: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCDbk5JEEqtkaBBr9KB2MDIgFOLLOW MATT ON INSTAGRAM: https://www.instagram.com/mattcampoli/?hl=enPTS Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/pricedtosellpodcast/?hl=enFOLLOW GUEST: https://www.instagram.com/nickregina/?hl=enKing Street's western terminus is at an intersection with The Queensway to the west, Roncesvalles Avenue to the north, and Queen Street West to the east. King runs to the south-east briefly before curving to the east until just west of Parliament Street. There, it curves north-east until terminates at a merge with Queen Street East just west of the Don River and north of the Corktown Common. Prior to a realignment, Eastern Avenue was the East end of King Street and crossed the Don at the King Street Bridge (which has since been abandoned). Yonge Street, the north–south divider of many Toronto east–west streets, divides King Street into King Street East and King Street West.Heady with Gen Z and millennial energy, Liberty Village has a youthful, campus-meets-condo vibe. Bars, pubs, restaurants and cafes buzz with energy, especially on game nights when one of the local teams (Toronto Wolfpack and Toronto FC) take to the pitch. Liberty Village also functions as one of the city's creative corridors with production facilities, agencies and tech firms operating out of lofts and studio spaces in converted former warehouses.
Priced To Sell Merchandise is FINALLY HERE, and what better lead gen then representing PTS!!! We have baseball and dad hats, hoodie and T-Shirts LIVE on the site NOW! Go get some while you can!https://www.pricedtosellpodcast.com/On todays episode, Matt chats to Killian Grondin. It was Killian who cold DM'd Matt and introduced the idea of an AirBnB property and helped Matt with the purchase of his first. Killian explains how he first got into AirBnb and what it was like buying his first, the best areas in South Florida to own a AirBnB property and breaks down the finances of a property that generates $75,000 PER MONTH plus much MUCH MORE!Welcome to Season 2 of the Priced To Sell Podcast, Toronto's #1 Real Estate Podcast!#RealEstate #Toronto #InvestingListen On:Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/show/2ABqywDQ01dpreOpnvRAOa?si=Io-hiIqDRiaFnoFVpMxTsgiTunes: https://podcasts.apple.com/au/podcast/priced-to-sell-podcast/id1571152353SUBSCRIBE TO THE PODCAST: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCDbk5JEEqtkaBBr9KB2MDIgFOLLOW MATT ON INSTAGRAM: https://www.instagram.com/mattcampoli/?hl=enPTS Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/pricedtosellpodcast/?hl=enFOLLOW GUEST: https://www.instagram.com/killiansellsmiamii/?hl=enKing Street's western terminus is at an intersection with The Queensway to the west, Roncesvalles Avenue to the north, and Queen Street West to the east. King runs to the south-east briefly before curving to the east until just west of Parliament Street. There, it curves north-east until terminates at a merge with Queen Street East just west of the Don River and north of the Corktown Common. Prior to a realignment, Eastern Avenue was the East end of King Street and crossed the Don at the King Street Bridge (which has since been abandoned). Yonge Street, the north–south divider of many Toronto east–west streets, divides King Street into King Street East and King Street West.Heady with Gen Z and millennial energy, Liberty Village has a youthful, campus-meets-condo vibe. Bars, pubs, restaurants and cafes buzz with energy, especially on game nights when one of the local teams (Toronto Wolfpack and Toronto FC) take to the pitch. Liberty Village also functions as one of the city's creative corridors with production facilities, agencies and tech firms operating out of lofts and studio spaces in converted former warehouses.
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As time ticks away to BCC's Net Zero by 2030 target we caught up with Rob Nield - leader of the Webb Yates Engineers Midlands office and chartered structural engineer – to talk about his approach to lowering embodied (or upfront) carbon which can be responsible for a significant portion of a building's carbon life cycle.We talked about their current portfolio and plans in the region, their approach to design and sustainability and how they are using innovative material systems coupled with extensive research and development to challenge the status quo in contemporary building design. The Building Brum podcast is sponsored by reality capture and point cloud modeling specialists ScanTech Digital, Solus, one of the UK's leading suppliers of commercial floor and wall tiles and Sunbelt Rentals with over 1,000,000 items of equipment- they are the largest providers of equipment hire in the UK.Rob Nield, Associate Director - MEng (Hons) CEng MIStructE Rob is a Chartered Structural Engineer with over 17 years of experience on a wide range of projects, both in the UK and internationally. During this time, he has successfully led a number of multidisciplinary teams to deliver innovative and sustainable project solutions. His design experience covers structural steelwork, reinforced concrete, timber, masonry, glass, and post-tensioned stone.Starting his career at Arup in 2005 Rob joined Webb Yates Engineers' London office in 2012 delivering projects including Barrett's Grove – a Stirling Prize shortlisted residential development in Stoke Newington with a cross laminated timber structure; and Wimbledon College of Art – one of the first Timber Concrete Composite structures in the UK and winner of numerous sustainability awards.Relocating to the Midlands in 2015 he returned to Arup to deliver regionally significant projects including the design of HS2 Interchange Station in Solihull with it's organic timber roof, and One Centenary Way an innovative 16 storey exoskeleton building suspended over the Queensway tunnel.Rob rejoined Webb Yates Engineers in 2020 to lead the Midlands office and currently manages a varied portfolio of exciting projects across the UK and abroad.Having worked with numerous leading architects his expertise lies in the production of efficient, elegant and low carbon structural solutions as part of an overall holistic design. An in-depth understanding of the design process, ability to visually communicate high level ideas and fine attention to detail during the construction stage has led to Rob's track record in successfully delivering high quality and award winning projects.
This series of podcast episodes will focus on Decolonising Research, and feature talks from the Decolonising Research Festival held at the University of Exeter in June and July 2022. The eleventh epsiode of the series will feature Shibani Das from the University of Exeter and her talk 'Decolonising 'National' heritage: How Indian museums and cultural spaces are addressing their colonial pasts.' Music credit: Happy Boy Theme Kevin MacLeod (incompetech.com) Licensed under Creative Commons: By Attribution 3.0 License http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/3.0/ Transcription 00:09 Hello, and welcome to rd in the in betweens. I'm your host Kelly Preece. And every fortnight I talk to a different guest about researchers development, and everything in between. Hello, and welcome to the latest episode of Aldi in the in betweens, and this our 11th episode in the decolonizing research series. In this episode we're going to hear from University of Exeter PhD students Shivani does with her presentation decolonizing national heritage, how Indian museums and cultural spaces are addressing their colonial pasts. 00:53 This is a conversation that's been happening for about 10 years quite strongly within the mean this continent. And it addresses a couple of issues, branching from changing syllabus to changing architecture to changing public attitudes about our colonial past. So who am I to speak to you about all this, this is just to outline that I will be speaking to you not from a political perspective, but from a professional one. I have. I'm currently an HR CCDP doctoral candidate at the University of Exeter, and partly funded by BT archives. But my professional training back in India has been in and around museums and organizations that deal with cultural spaces. So just a list of the places that I have worked at. And I have been closely associated with the Government of India as well as private organizations. So the following five slides will just be an insight to what I have experienced and would not be a blanket statement I would be making across India, I'm sure there will be many people in the conversation, who want to have their own points of views. And I welcome that. Towards the end of the presentation. I've mentioned my email id and my profile. So I'll be happy to continue this conversation sometime later as well. But having said that, let's carry on. So, to begin with, I would like to talk to you about what decolonization means, in the Indian perspective. Across the past month, we've been having conversations about decolonization in the academic space or in the research space on how to how we deal with decolonization within the archives. But decolonization as a national conversation has taken a different route in India completely. So, the three main components of this conversation that are recognized the politician or the museums or cultural spaces, and the Academy space, so for a large part of Indian political history, the conversation has gone from the right hand side, the left hand side, what I mean by that is from the academic space through the cultural space into the cultural space, there was a large Academy conversation about when decolonization began, a lot of British historians believe that began when the Empire began to crumble. So with this second world war onwards, in the process of decolonization, Indian academicians did not appreciate how much focus was given to the British as actors in this conversation. So when the British decided to leave India that was a process of decolonization. What sort of nationalist historians or subaltern or postcolonial historians began arguing about was that decolonization would actually be the process of independent India, shedding the layers of its colonial past, which pushes a timeline back to 1950s 1970s. And the opening up of the Indian economy opening up the Indian quality to the larger world. This had an impact on cultural spaces and how they were designed, which led to opera how politics was designed, with regards to our colonial past, but ever since 2014, there has been a switch in how the Indian public and have been in government understands this, the conversation has switched course and short moving from the, from the from the left to the right, there is a there is a major sort of a tangible political movement to change or to manipulate or to edit, how Indians think of their past or react to their past and that political change has impacted cultural spaces and internal Academy spaces. This sort of two way conversation is quite an interesting one that we will discover more with examples that come ahead. So I've taken the liberty of sort of condensing condensing this conversation down to three simple steps. I do realize it's very reductive, but to have a good conversation, I feel some reduction is essential. So three steps for basically decolonization How would I as the government of India or as India, talk about decolonization and my approach to it. Number one, you remove, remove any selectively remove any tangible remnants of one's colonial past, if you can't remove it, then you appropriate symbolism, the conversation that we will be having would be around the India Gate and this coronation Park in New Delhi. And we'll go ahead and talk about that in a bit. Number two is God right or you 05:36 name whatever, you can't change immediately. So here we have conversations about rewriting how people react to your history or learn their histories, be it through syllabus, in schools, or in universities, or in how we interact with history on a day to day basis. For example, road names, metro station names, museum names, etc. And step number three, which is the final step, which is almost in completion right now in Delhi, is rebuild, undertake massive and drastic construction projects to change the historical landscape. Now, these steps, in my opinion happen over a long period of time, you have to begin to corrode a public's reaction or relationship with that history, to be able to take a drastic step like rebuilding a construction or tangible space. So the first conversation I'd like to have with you in the first case study we like to discuss is removed. So, on the left hand side of this presentation, you see a very interesting sculpture from coronation Park in North Delhi. It was built in 1911. On the right hand side of a familiar symbol of Indian democracy, which is India Gate built in 1921. In New Delhi, the coronation Park is a very interesting Park, it is largely abandoned, it is not it's not in the center of the city is not celebrated. It's not the focus of civic life in that area. It is sort of a graveyard of sculptures that, at the at the moment of independence when we had a lot of Imperial sculptures across the city on road crossings, and the government did not know what to do with it. They just picked everything up and the deposited in one land where the royal the bar was held in 1911. But when approaches when one approaches the park today, what one sees is just streams and streams of magnificent Imperial sculptures left and complete abandonment taken from taken out of where they were originally designed for out of that context. And not sort of responded to or agreed with or addressed by any any any person crossing the road. So that's one way of dealing with decolonization. That was when India did not know what to do with its past. So it decided to pick everything up and push it sort of like under the carpet or in a cupboard that you never want to open ever again. This park still exists and most of these sculptures are an absolute ruin. This is an example of one way of how one can deal with one's colonial past. If you can't remove the colonial symbol you can re appropriate the meaning of the colonial symbol which come which brings me to India Gate, possibly one of the most iconic symbols of Indian democracy. For Delhi at least. India Gate is a celebration of everybody who had passed away fighting for the British Empire in the First World War. It is an imperial symbol it isn't it is a power it is a symbol of all those Indians who lost their lives not for Indian freedom but for British freedom. However, this does not sit heavy on an A common Indian person's mind. The appropriate appropriation of the symbol has been so complete that it is it's visible on most sort of tourist banners, it's the center of our Republic Day celebrations. It is something that all Indians will in the evenings come and sit next to celebrate a very sort of personal relationship with it, you will have ice cream Windows walking up and down the street kids playing it's a very open space wherever we can walk in and it is understood to be a symbol of reverence and respect for one's past not not majorly sort of associated with our colonial history. So these are two ways that India has dealt with some of these major symbols of its colonial history. I spend a lot of time trying to wonder what causes this selection. Why in the India Gate did not have the same do not suffer the same destiny as sculptures from the coronation Park and the within the comes to mind. It wasn't that you can't physically remove it and you can't physically break it down. But I'll be happy to to know what you guys would feel about this as well. 09:57 The second idea is to rewrite and to rename Now these are two heavy ideas that are on the same slide. But they have a similar logic behind them. So there has been a move to rewrite history, not just within the larger Academy historiography, but also within how schools and students understand or learn that history is. So between the two major examples I can give you, the nCrt school syllabus changes, and the undergraduate course changes. Within the school syllabus changes. We've had a series of educational reforms that have moved ideas like say caste politics, or Mughal history, or communal writing or communal violence in Indians. In Indian Indian past, there's also been a move as a fairly political move to suppress the role of the Congress in the independence movement. Just to give a little bit of a background Congress was the larger political force that has been largely defeated now by the current incumbent government, which is the BJP. So ideas like for example, codes from the hero have been removed. The role of rural county in certain movements has been reduced in text. Even as far as population data about how many Hindus versus how many Muslims live in a country, or that their employment rates have been smashed. In school, the textbooks now we need to understand the sort of the sanctity with which a normal school child or or sort of a parent would regard what is it mean a text given that it is published by the government, it is considered to be of a certain value that cannot be questioned, and has been marked up and used for like school learning or passing exams. So the level of questioning that happens at this level is very minimal, which makes change like this very dangerous. This change is going to expounded when one reaches the undergraduate courses. Over the last five years, the undergraduate courses for history learning for the BA in history has been has changed drastically. Just one example that like to begin with is changing the name of, say, history of India to history of Wrath of Hara thrash, which is sort of more in a commercial dualistic Hindu approach to looking at the history of, of India. There's also been a move to sort of have courses that are titled 12:27 Indus Valley Civilization so so the Civilization and its Vedic connection. So when you have courses title like this, there's an assumption that be the history or Hindu history goes back as far as Indus Valley Civilization, which is not a historical fact. But I think through strategies like titling, like making titles like there's so many courses like this, a lot of students would not be able to exercise their ability to critically, critically address this issue, or critically understand the politics behind these kinds of changes. You also have changes in the administration of colleges, you have, in recent past, we've had a massive change in the removal of certain Dean's of principals who don't agree with political changes happening across the country. And those who are ideologically inclined tend to find themselves in positions where they can control, for example, which PhD thesis gets passed or which PhD application is successful. So you have sort of a systematic change and a sieve and a syllabus change happening at the same time. On the right hand side. It's a very interesting list. Initially, I was thinking of doing an entire background or just the number of name changes that have happened in India across and this is just a small summary of it. It's a conglomeration of CTG city name changes, road name changes, museum name changes, and it's color coded. So, when I was looking at this list, I was trying to break down logic behind it. And I found a three way logic. The first is changing a name from a British name to a secular name. The second is from Google name or a Muslim name to a Hindu name. And the third is from a Imperial name to a Hindu name. As you can see that there is a large movement towards making every name more indica, more Hindu. And the definition of indica is largely becoming a non Muslim or, or isolation like a separation change. So I've just made a color. I've just made a color coding happening. So everything in blue is your secular changes. So how Kingsway has been renamed to rajpath Queensway to Janpath all these names are largely understood to be a common secular common communal shared nomenclature, but as we move on to everything in yellow or everything in white, you see either change from for example, the web, the most interesting one was the Mughal museum that was changed to Chatrapati Shivaji Museum in 2020, which is a very recent example, this museum was to be built in Agra, which was a city made by a permaculture ruler. It was supposed to champion the Mughal contributions to Indian culture such as miniature painting or architecture. But in 2020 20, after the museum was already in construction, the Chief Minister of particular state announced that the name has to change initially to brasure Museum, which is a local Indic population or the local language population. And later, it was argued that you would have Chatrapati Shivaji, who is a very strong Mahabharata, Africa from Maharashtra, West India. So this is a trend that we all see happening very often, there are tangible repercussions to these trends, where you have a lot of financial investment in changing names, in rotations, as well. But mostly what it does is it tries to manipulate or change how the public addresses or reacts to history on a day to day basis. 15:59 The second idea is rebuilding. And this is something that I feel very personally sort of passionate about these two particular projects, and they are very recent projects. The idea of rebuilding is when you have managed to have sort of I feel discrete changes to how the public reacts to their history, or public understands their history, you've taken the time of changing the syllabus, you've taken the time of changing the road names, slowly, you're corroding how the population is reacting or responding to their own past. What you can then do is commissioned large scale projects, which undertake massive construction, either breaking down and rebuilding or building once again, and there is a trend in recent past that is creating a lot more like this, the India's moving to a more aggressive, symbolic front, a very aggressive, nationalistic kind of jingoistic front that they are putting across this. There are many examples of this one way one common example that a lot of Indians who have joined this conversation will be familiar with is something called the angry Hanuman motif. There was there is a deity called Hanuman. He's a part of the larger epic of Ramayana, which is an ancient epic in India. He's the symbolism of that figure has changed in the recent past. Initially, he was a symbol of loyalty of servitude, of bravery, and always depicted in a sort of amicable manner in paintings. In the recent past, in the past five years, there was a graphic artist in the south of India, who created a sort of a more aggressive muscled version of the same day. And before you knew it, that symbol serve spread across subcontinent at a speed that nobody predicted by be it either in car stickers or in WhatsApp profile photos. It began to be adopted by a lot of population in India because they began at some level, responding positively to this change, of attitude of change of nature to a more aggressive or more sort of nationalist or jingoistic front. But the two examples I've taken up over here, the first is the central reverse the central Vista redesign project in in September 2019, the government of India undertook a project, they made a sudden announcement that they would undertake major reconstruction on the Kings way and the Queen's were erstwhile kings and queens. So, now the Janpath and the rajpath, which isn't center of Delhi, which is called Docklands, Delhi, are bakers and latrines Delhi. because of two reasons, the first was pragmatic reasons or, for example, government offices are very old buildings, they need remodeling they need re they need to accommodate more people, they need to have a lot more efficient working by putting everybody in one building so all these pragmatic concerns that were coming up the second reason was a sort of an ideological opposition to who design this part of the city be it meant specifically Latvians and Baker B them specifically being British, artists, architects, and the idea of the entirety of central value being a British project or a Brit British construction and the government sort of expressed some concerns with how the British chose to depict or chose which aesthetic elements from which design path design history of India did they choose to incorporate and how the current India the powerful current modern India should rebuild something that is more in tune with a more authentic Indian aesthetic. So there was is a large sort of pushback to this decision, especially in a pre pandemic time, there were protests happening about the level of construction that will be required, specifically in a time where India was suffering through a pandemic and needed sources resources in other in other parts of the, of the country. The scheme of this redesign was extremely massive from breaking down any building that is not heritage sites or anything built after 1950s will be broken down, including the National Museum, the entire central secretariat will be evacuated and made into museums of freedom and democracy. And a massive construction would take place that would eradicate all these parks and public space that you see on the side. 20:48 So this project has sort of divided India a lot in the recent past, specifically with having sort of all academicians to one side and say, sort of a push back from a more pragmatic part of India on the other side, and that only Gupta, who's very respected historian from Delhi spoke about how Janpath or Raj producible was supposed to be a more like a more civic friendly space, for example, to allow a car like a classless a costless space for Indian Indians to come in enjoy their own city, their own capital, to come in have picnics here to have football games here to have walks around India Gate was something that was supposed to be a very common practice amongst delegates who would do this on a day to day basis. However, the current project plans to eradicate all these civic spaces and change a lot of what India Delhi sees as its historical past or its landscape. Now, it is an argument that hasn't been cited as of yet the construction project is ongoing. But one this is I feel one way of handling or decolonizing. One one's own past is sort of pushing back and breaking down these remnants. And then it begs the question of at what point do we stop? At what point do we understand that, like, we put a limit of how much we can go back into a pure version of Indian past, right. The the next example, that came away recently, this month actually was the revealing of a new national symbol. So on the parliament building on top of the parliament building, we would have the Ashokan, Lion Capital head, which you see on the left hand side, this is from 250 BC, from the Shogun empire. It was it sort of Pope's entire pillar, that was the pillars that were built up across India. On the left hand side, you see a line that is a lot more aesthetic it is it shows us an idea of sort of protectiveness or of pride, as opposed to as opposed to the right hand side that can that tone, like in terms of tonality, in terms of aesthetic shows a lot more of an aggressive militant, or sort of an anger that was absent in how India perceived itself in the past. My personal opinions aside, there is a larger collage conversation happening about this sort of tonal tonality change or aesthetic change that one is noticing across India, but this is another example of how we are sort of decolonizing or changing how we want to be perceived across the world. Which I found very, very interesting. However, I mean, I can I can understand how it would be would feel that I'm being very negative about these changes. So I'd have a nice slide about how I think that decolonization also has positive impact on how museums portraying themselves. So on the top you have my favorite museum in Delhi, which is the National Museum as you can see, this is a picture from the basement. I think it's the one early medieval crafts and constructions and that's what the gallery is called. As you can see, it's a very sort of old institution. There are large glass cabinets separating the viewer from the artifact. It's air conditioned, it's very sanitary. It's very Imperial. 24:20 Everything is shut off behind certain glass and wooden cabinets, Kavita Singh, who is the head of department of art and aesthetics department in JNU. Jawaharlal Nehru University has written a very nice article called The museum is national where she discusses the impact or the influence of Imperial thought on Indian history on how the national museum itself is designed. So the initial galleries that you have are periodic galleries such as in this Valley Civilization mariage manga Setswana. Moving on to your early medieval late medieval but the moment Indian history starts approaching this Mughal phase National Museum changes its galleries name to materiality. So it becomes from early medieval late medieval becomes brutal architecture, or metal work or musical instruments are most in a way, denying the Mughal aspect of the Islamic aspect of Indian history by how it's designed. It's a very Imperial institution. So also it sort of repels a lot of Indians from entering the institution who feel like they don't belong inside of they don't have a right to walk inside. So it does create a space of otherness. It does elevate civil, I mean culture towards sort of upper level of only being accessible to the elite who feel like they can enter the museum and walk in whenever they want. On the bottom, we have a nicer a much a much more different way of approaching Indian culture, which is the National Museum in Japan. This is an open open design museum that celebrates village life and broom and poo making that's a local culture. The space is a lot more welcoming to a larger class of Indians, it is a lot more spread out is more in tune with indigenous architecture, and indigenous weather, it also would have employed a lot more locals in the construction and maintenance of the museum. So it does have a lot more specialized focus in terms of where the load the location or the locality of what it is celebrating as opposed to a national mall mostly sort of dominating centralizing figure, the National Museum, which has captured the artifacts from across the Indian subcontinent. As the last line to my conversation, today, I'm gonna be starting the cutting to talk to you about opening up the conversation, I want to talk to you about the thin line between decolonization and re colonization. There's something that I began thinking about when I was thinking, what how India is dealing with its past where, in order to address a past, we are trying to replace it with another idea of our history, which has very tangible repercussions on how future generations will see India and how future generations will think about India. So at what point? Do we sort of white like, at what point we fill the vacuum that decolonization that? The idea of removing a colonial perspective of our past? At what point will the bathroom become so strong that we need to fill it with something else? Is that something that will always happen? Can we have an absence? Or can we have can we deal as a people with a change in our how we perceive our history without putting another ideology on top of it and making sure that gets accepted. So when I think about how India is dealing with its colonial past, I feel that there are some negatives of house aggressively it is trying to do so. At the same time, I do believe that there are a lot of positives in the sense of making, changing how we perceive design or how we perceive our cultural spaces, who is supposed to be what's meant for who who understands or appreciates, or, or is able to access it. But it is a thin line that we do need to discuss and address at some point. I do understand I've been speaking for a good 30 minutes now. And I could go on for much longer. But I would like to now open the field, open the conversation up to any questions that anybody might have. Please feel free to use the chat or unmute yourselves. We can talk about I have a lot of examples on my notes that I would love to discuss with you. We can compare how other nations are dealing with that as well. But in the long list of lectures where I saw a lot of conversations about research, and sort of African African reaction, etc. I felt this conversation about how India is dealing with it in its own way, was an important one to have. Thank you so much for your time. It's been a pleasure. 29:02 And that's it for this episode. Don't forget to like, rate and subscribe. And join me next time where I'll be talking to somebody else about researchers development and everything in between
Prime Minister Narendra Modi on Thursday evening inaugurated the revamped 3-km-long Central Vista Avenue, which extends from Rashtrapati Bhawan to the India Gate. The tree-lined space flanked by green spaces and water channels is one of the most visited tourist places in Delhi and is best known for the annual Republic Day parade. PM Modi also unveiled the 28-feet black granite statue of Subhas Chandra Bose, which is placed under the India Gate canopy. The statue is hand-sculpted by a team led by renowned sculptor Arun Yogiraj from a single block of granite stone weighing 280 metric tonne. The block of stone was brought to Delhi from Telangana and it took two months to carve the statue of Bose from it. The avenue was named Kingsway by the British after King George V, who visited Delhi during the Delhi Durbar of 1911 and shifted the capital from Calcutta to the city. Post-Independence, it was renamed Rajpath. A road bisecting the Kingsway was named Queensway. It is now known as Janpath. Now Rajpath has once again been renamed as Kartavya Path, which translates to path of duty. This is the first project that has been completed under the Modi government's larger ambitious Central Vista redevelopment plan. The redevelopment project of the nation's power corridor envisages a new triangular Parliament building, 10 buildings of the Common Central Secretariat, revamping the Rajpath, a new prime minister's residence and office, a new vice-president's enclave, Central Conference Centre, Additional Buildings for National Archives, among others. Conceived in September 2019, the planned redevelopment is estimated to cost Rs 20,000 crore and involves projects spread over 6 years till 2026. The project for the New Parliament Building was awarded at an estimated cost of Rs 862 crore to Tata Projects. The project for rejuvenation of Central Vista Avenue was awarded at an estimated cost of Rs 477 crore to Shapoorji Pallonji Group. Larsen & Toubro bagged the contract for the construction and maintenance of the first three of the 10 buildings of the Common Central Secretariat. In October 2019, architect Bimal Patel's Gujarat-based firm HCP Design had won the consultancy bid for the Central Vista redevelopment. The consultancy services include master plan, building designs, cost estimation, landscape and traffic integration plans and parking facilities. HCP has developed several projects including Sabarmati Riverfront Development, Central Vista and state secretariat in Gandhinagar, Mumbai Port Complex, redevelopment of Varanasi temple complex, IIM Ahmedabad's new campus and CII-SN Centre of Excellence Kolkata etc. Recently, Hyderabad-based DEC Infrastructure emerged as the lowest bidder for building the Executive Enclave that will house the PMO, the Cabinet Secretariat, the India House and the National Security Council Secretariat. It had quoted an amount of around Rs 1,189 crore. The government in August said that 70% of work on the new Parliament building project has been achieved and the targeted date of completion is November 2022. The new Rajya Sabha hall is being built with a capacity of 384 seats while the new Lok Sabha hall will have 770 seats, with an additional capacity of up to 1134 seats for hosting joint sessions. The Vice President's enclave is expected to be completed by January 2023.
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We're heading east for Hold Your Ground for one of the biggest hardcore music festivals in Canada. In its first year Kyle from Solace Music Promotions and Jessa from Damage Control have made a statement by curating an impressive lineup of bands. Unfortunately since time of recording Dare has had to pull out but we now have SUNAMI headlining! We also tout where you get tickets but there are less than 50 day passes left over both days at time of posting so you better get them quick!Songs played...1. Momentum - "Forget 2 Die"2. Enervate - "My Fight"3. Mile End - "Tribe"4. Set Straight - "Dying Sun"5. Denial of Life - "Scheming to Suffer"6. Queensway - "Violent Breed"7. Gridiron - "Trench"8. Dare - "Violation of Trust"
Det er «Rektor-krise» i store delar av landet, kunne NRK fortelja den 4. august 2022. Rektorstillingar må lysast ut både to og tre gonger fordi ingen vil ha dei. Korleis livet er som rektor på ein av skulane i Sunnhordland kan du høyra om i denne episoden med Rektor Lars Bakka. Han er kanskje den rektoren med lengst fartstid i heile Sunnhordland. Lars Bakka fortel om kva rektorrolla inneheld, korleis han bygjer gode relasjonar til elevar, og om kva han gjer for å kopla ut frå ein hektisk skulekvardag. Lars har og nokre god tips til foreldre før skulestart. Sponsor: Brilleriet - https://www.brilleriet.com
We talk the INSANE upcoming Triple B/Streets of Hate/Daze 2-Day Showcase (w SUNAMI, NEG, POT, Gridiron, Age of Apocalypse, Queensway, and MUCH more), the Rich McLoughlin Memorial Benefit show this weekend w Killing Time, Breakdown, The Fight, Maximum Penalty and more, LIHC Shows, the East Coast Collective, the Bad Idea Collective, Gooned Up Productions, Dylan's Bachelor Party, Hardknock Records, Bulldoze, Kev One, Agents of Man, Train of Thought, Sworn Enemy, Righteous Jams, Irate, As I Lay Dying, Battle for Ozzfest, and moshing.
It's the My Pop Five Season 2 Finale! After an entire season packed with incredible guests, My Pop Five closes with the incredible Tilly Louise. Tilly is a Liverpool based singer/songwriter, musician and producer. “Fiery and sweet”, “the glorious Tilly Louise” has noisy, hook centric alternative pop shimmer. The Liverpudlian solo act has taken the north west by storm with her charm and undeniable catchy music.The self professed “fan-girl” of local Gods such as Zuzu, Pixey and Natalie McCool. Louise has slotted herself perfectly into the hometown buzz of tuneful spirit, with her unique blend of her influences creating alternative pop. Taking inspiration from the likes of Paramore, HAIM, Will Joseph Cook, Blondie etc. Louise has played multiple sold out shows and festivals, opening for her heroes such as Cassia, Fickle Friends, Katy J Pearson and is set to play her first set of headline shows across the UK throughout June. Tilly joins My Pop Five to break down Hayley Williams, YouTube, Be Around Me by Will Joseph Cook, TikTok and Queensway Tunnel as well as share the various ways they have all shaped her as an artist. Support Tilly: Music and Links Here
It's Episode 6 and we have Andrew aka Lumpy from Daze playing some tracks! This is a full episode featuring songs released by the heaviest label in the NORTHEAZT! These songs hit hard, and it was s a good time checking in with Andrew to see what the label is up to and get a small glimpse of what is coming from Daze. You can catch Pain of Truth, Momentum and Queensway all playing the Hold Your Ground Fest September 9-10 (pre-show on the 8th) in Mississauga/Toronto, ON Join Brad and listen to eight songs off of eight albums of albums on pre-order at NorthernScene.net. Songs played in order:1. Foreign Hands - "Separation Souvenir"2. Queensway - "Fantasy"3. Pain of Truth - "Pain of Truth"4. Stand Still - "There's No Autumn Here"5. Momentum - "The Lie After Life"6. Volcano - "Addicted to Misery"7. Downfall - "Scorn"8. Simulakra - "Eliminate"All songs are rightfully property of their respected owners and Northern Scene claims no ownership whatsoever.
We talk NEW DRAW THE LINE MUSIC, the highly troubling XXL t-shirt issue, Typecast, Jukai, Rain of Salvation, Street Fight Records, Restrict, Restless Spirit, Vomit Forth, Fools Game, Risk, End of One, Blame God, Sanction, Stand Still, Koyo, Deal with God, 10$SLUGGZ, Big Shot, Carcosa, Bowel Erosion, Targeted, Titled, Jules and everyone at AMH, Queensway, Section H8, This is Hardcore, Pink Mist, the BIC, Hardknock Records, and more.
In December 2019, Jennifer Fotheringham was stuck in traffic on the Queensway in Ottawa. She heard a White Coat Black Art episode about women in their forties dying of breast cancer, in part because they don't get access to screening mammograms. She credits that episode of White Coat Black Art with saving her life.
ProphecyUSA host Rick Pearson is interviewed by one of Canada's largest assemblies, The Church on the Queensway with Pastor Billy Richards. Rick explains that in all the recent turmoil, there is a silver lining just waiting for those who follow the word.
ProphecyUSA host Rick Pearson is interviewed by one of Canada's largest assemblies, The Church on the Queensway with Pastor Billy Richards. Rick explains that in all the recent turmoil, there is a silver lining just waiting for those who follow the word.
ProphecyUSA host Rick Pearson is interviewed by one of Canada's largest assemblies, The Church on the Queensway with Pastor Billy Richards. Rick explains the greatest sign in our generation, unraveling the mystery of Christ's soon return.
ProphecyUSA host Rick Pearson is interviewed by one of Canada's largest assemblies, The Church on the Queensway with Pastor Billy Richards. Rick explains the greatest sign in our generation, unraveling the mystery of Christ's soon return.
ProphecyUSA host is interviewed by one of Canada's largest assemblies, The Church on the Queensway with Pastor Billy Richards. Rick Shares his testimony and how one meeting at The Church of the Queensway in 1987 affected him for the rest of his life
ProphecyUSA host Rick Pearson is interviewed by one of Canada's largest assemblies, The Church on the Queensway with Pastor Billy Richards. Rick explains the importance of Providential empires in scripture and the role America plays in bible prophecy.
ProphecyUSA host Rick Pearson is interviewed by one of Canada's largest assemblies, The Church on the Queensway with Pastor Billy Richards. Rick explains the importance of Providential empires in scripture and the role America plays in bible prophecy.
ProphecyUSA host is interviewed by one of Canada's largest assemblies, The Church on the Queensway with Pastor Billy Richards. Rick Shares his testimony and how one meeting at The Church of the Queensway in 1987 affected him for the rest of his life
The debut album from Liverpool-based artist Zuzu explores personal turmoil with a nostalgic slant not just in it's lyrics, but in it's musical influences. Featuring picks from:Jacob from the Hits Don't Lie podcast picking Agnes "Magic Still Exists"Trevor from the Album Divers podcast picking The War on Drugs' "I Don't Live Here Anymore"Host: Matt LathamFollow us on Twitter, Facebook & Instagram: @PickADisc.Email us at pickadisc@gmail.com.Pick A Disc(Ord): https://discord.com/invite/JnZjEYuK3uWe Made This:@wemadethispodhttps://wemadethispod.com/Join the We Made This Podcast Network Facebook Group: https://www.facebook.com/groups/555675501618787/We Made This Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/wemadethis/postsThe Spotify Hall of Fame: https://open.spotify.com/user/xandmatt/playlist/3ePG8RgGhxLhI7SXN4JFPZ?si=I-NUSFKJSbOXYCCtCot-SQSound effects: https://freesound.org/
The debut album from Liverpool-based artist Zuzu explores personal turmoil with a nostalgic slant not just in it's lyrics, but in it's musical influences. Featuring picks from: Jacob from the Hits Don't Lie podcast picking Agnes "Magic Still Exists" Trevor from the Album Divers podcast picking The War on Drugs' "I Don't Live Here Anymore" Host: Matt Latham Follow us on Twitter, Facebook & Instagram: @PickADisc. Email us at pickadisc@gmail.com. Pick A Disc(Ord): https://discord.com/invite/JnZjEYuK3u We Made This: @wemadethispod https://wemadethispod.com/ Join the We Made This Podcast Network Facebook Group: https://www.facebook.com/groups/555675501618787/ We Made This Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/wemadethis/posts The Spotify Hall of Fame: https://open.spotify.com/user/xandmatt/playlist/3ePG8RgGhxLhI7SXN4JFPZ?si=I-NUSFKJSbOXYCCtCot-SQ Sound effects: https://freesound.org/
My Favourite Takeaway: S1 EP7 - Phil WangThis week we are joined by the brilliant stand-up comedian, presenter and author - Phil Wang. Phil kindly invited us into his home in West London to enjoy some fantastic Malaysian food from Putera Puteri in Queensway. We also highly recommend Phil's best selling new book 'Sidesplitter' and his hilarious Netflix stand-up special, 'Philly Philly Wang Wang'. Please rate and review. Thanks, Tom and Cimran. Get in touch with the show:Email: HELLO@MYFAVOURITETAKEAWAYPODCAST.COMTwitter: @FavtakeawaypodInstagram: myfavouritetakeawaypodcastA 'Keep It Light Media' Production Sales, advertising, and general enquiries: hello@keepitlightmedia.comABOUT THE SHOW:My Favourite Takeaway is the brand new food and comedy podcast series hosted by comedian and takeaway addict Tom Craine (Drunk History, Russell Howard's Good News, Last Leg: Correspondents), and his similarly food obsessed friend Cimran Shah.Each week our hosts will head into the home of a celebrity guest, to share their favourite takeaway with them… EXACTLY as they'd normally have it! From Peruvian street food slouched on James Acaster's huge L-Shaped sofa, to an Antiguan feast on Andi Oliver's best bone china, via a hushed Indian Takeaway in Tom Allen's back garden (“the neighbours kid goes to sleep at 8, sorry!”), My Favourite Takeaway is the show for anyone who loves food, but can't always be bothered to cook it!Each meal will provide a chance to share hilarious food stories, reveal tales of takeaway disasters (“there was a footprint baked into the f***ing pizza!”), gain unique insights into the guests lives (through the medium of takeaways!) and come clean about embarrassing takeaway truths. Because let's face it: we all have them! Perhaps you're a dip hoarder, a massive over-orderer or a reluctant sharer? Does the thickness of a prawn cracker keep you awake at night? Maybe you agree with Josh Widdicombe when he says “only idiots order rice with a curry”? Or have you ever rummaged in the bin to see if your partner has “missed a bit”? (Ellie Taylor has!). And best of all: it'll be a chance to shed light on some of the best independent takeaways the UK has to offer... and exactly which dishes you should be making it your mission to try.Series 1 of My Favourite Takeaway guests include… Andi Oliver, Josh Widdicombe, Ed Gamble, Tom Allen, Ellie Taylor, Phil Wang, Dr Annie Gray, Big Has, and James Acaster! Tom Craine is a comedian and writer whose current Radio 4 sitcom ‘ReincarNathan' was nominated for two ARIA Awards and a BBC Audio Drama Award. Cimran Shah is a BAFTA nominated TV producer, who has produced shows such as The Last Leg and 8 Out of 10 Cats Does Countdown.
Richard Maybury and Dr. Roger Moss return. When President Eisenhower was leaving the Presidency, he warned Americans of the emerging “military industrial complex” (MIC) that would destroy our democratic form of government. Sadly, it seems the President was right as a massive bureaucracy now makes rules that have nothing to do with the will of the electorate. A move away from power by the people to power of the government over the electorate to dictate every area of life has provoked growing anger from conservatives. Conservatives crave retention of the Constitution that guarantees the rights of Americans to be free of government tyranny. Much of the current lack of agreement is related to social issues, with economic issues taking a back seat. But, increasingly, as Federal Reserve's counterfeiting actions result in hyperinflation and Americans realize this money printing scam is the reason for their poverty and the massive wealth of the top 1%, Richard believes a setting very similar to Cuba in 1958 may leave power in America up for grabs by any number of interests. Richard will explain what to watch for to determine who will gain power and what investments you should own in preparation for a hyperinflationary event starting with gold. Roger will give us an update on Labrador Gold Corp on its Kingsway project that is starting to show some very high grade results. These results are starting to resemble the results of the emerging world class gold discovery on the Queensway project next door by New Found Gold.
Richard Maybury and Dr. Roger Moss return. When President Eisenhower was leaving the Presidency, he warned Americans of the emerging “military industrial complex” (MIC) that would destroy our democratic form of government. Sadly, it seems the President was right as a massive bureaucracy now makes rules that have nothing to do with the will of the electorate. A move away from power by the people to power of the government over the electorate to dictate every area of life has provoked growing anger from conservatives. Conservatives crave retention of the Constitution that guarantees the rights of Americans to be free of government tyranny. Much of the current lack of agreement is related to social issues, with economic issues taking a back seat. But, increasingly, as Federal Reserve's counterfeiting actions result in hyperinflation and Americans realize this money printing scam is the reason for their poverty and the massive wealth of the top 1%, Richard believes a setting very similar to Cuba in 1958 may leave power in America up for grabs by any number of interests. Richard will explain what to watch for to determine who will gain power and what investments you should own in preparation for a hyperinflationary event starting with gold. Roger will give us an update on Labrador Gold Corp on its Kingsway project that is starting to show some very high grade results. These results are starting to resemble the results of the emerging world class gold discovery on the Queensway project next door by New Found Gold.
David McAlvany, Michael Oliver and Dr. Roger Moss return. The Fed has been hinting at reducing QE. But how seriously should we take Fed tapering talk when its credibility isn't any better than the credibility of Dr. Fauci's mask wearing advice? The Fed assured us just before the dot com crisis, as well as just prior to the 2008 financial crisis, that the financial markets were soundly under control. Why then do we take their taper talk seriously when even the slightest rise in interest rates will predictably toss the economy over a deflationary the cliff? Is it simply a matter of cognitive dissonance that keeps us believing in Fed happy talk when The Fed has no politically palatable choice but to hyperinflate the dollar into oblivion in order to pay off debt that cannot be paid in current dollars? With the handwriting on the wall pointing to an eventual hyperinflation of the dollar, but with annoying disinformation from the Fed along the way, we will ask David for help in forming an investment strategy to help investors do what's in their best interest and ignore Fed head fakes. Before we talk to David, Michael Oliver will present his latest structure and momentum vision on the most important markets. Then Roger Moss will update us on Labrador Gold's very impressive early assay results from its Kingsway project located next door the emerging world-class, high-grade gold discovery at New Found Gold's Queensway discovery in Newfoundland.
David McAlvany, Michael Oliver and Dr. Roger Moss return. The Fed has been hinting at reducing QE. But how seriously should we take Fed tapering talk when its credibility isn't any better than the credibility of Dr. Fauci's mask wearing advice? The Fed assured us just before the dot com crisis, as well as just prior to the 2008 financial crisis, that the financial markets were soundly under control. Why then do we take their taper talk seriously when even the slightest rise in interest rates will predictably toss the economy over a deflationary the cliff? Is it simply a matter of cognitive dissonance that keeps us believing in Fed happy talk when The Fed has no politically palatable choice but to hyperinflate the dollar into oblivion in order to pay off debt that cannot be paid in current dollars? With the handwriting on the wall pointing to an eventual hyperinflation of the dollar, but with annoying disinformation from the Fed along the way, we will ask David for help in forming an investment strategy to help investors do what's in their best interest and ignore Fed head fakes. Before we talk to David, Michael Oliver will present his latest structure and momentum vision on the most important markets. Then Roger Moss will update us on Labrador Gold's very impressive early assay results from its Kingsway project located next door the emerging world-class, high-grade gold discovery at New Found Gold's Queensway discovery in Newfoundland.
Marvel Discovery Corp CEO Karim Rayani joined Stephen Gunnion from Proactive with news that the company has completed a heliborne magnetic and time-domain electromagnetic (TDEM) survey over its Duhamel property, 350 kilometres (km) north of Quebec City. Rayani also providing details of Marvel's recent acquisition of property, located 25km due east of New Found Gold's high-grade Queensway gold project in Newfoundland.
Dr. Roger Moss and Daby Carreras are first time guests. Peter Boockvar returns. As CIO of a $3.5 billion fund, Peter closely watches macro economic conditions. Are the June 5.2% CPI & 7.3% PPI readings hinting at the start of a significant 1970s stagflation ahead of us? With the Fed painting itself into a corner so that it's impossible to raise interest rates without triggering a financial market collapse, how will that impact our investment decisions? Peter will address those issues. Meantime, Daby who is running for controller of NYC is focused on issues that impact the economics of American cities. He will explain why America is being destroyed from inside out and what he hopes to accomplish as NYC's next controller. Of direct interest to those of you who invest in gold exploration companies that can generate huge percentage gains, Roger will explain the geological similarities of Labrador Gold's Kingway project with the amazing next door discovery of the Queensway project.
Dr. Roger Moss and Daby Carreras are first time guests. Peter Boockvar returns. As CIO of a $3.5 billion fund, Peter closely watches macro economic conditions. Are the June 5.2% CPI & 7.3% PPI readings hinting at the start of a significant 1970s stagflation ahead of us? With the Fed painting itself into a corner so that it's impossible to raise interest rates without triggering a financial market collapse, how will that impact our investment decisions? Peter will address those issues. Meantime, Daby who is running for controller of NYC is focused on issues that impact the economics of American cities. He will explain why America is being destroyed from inside out and what he hopes to accomplish as NYC's next controller. Of direct interest to those of you who invest in gold exploration companies that can generate huge percentage gains, Roger will explain the geological similarities of Labrador Gold's Kingway project with the amazing next door discovery of the Queensway project.
On This Episode we count down our controversial top five favorite thrash songs, We also Recap Gage's trip to Philly to Skate FDR and also See Mindforce, Queensway, Year Of The Knife, Raw Life, Age of Apocalypse and more.
In this morning's briefing, we have drill results to report from Arizona Metals' Kay Mine in Arizona, New Found Gold's Queensway project in Newfoundland, ValOre's Pedra Branca PGE Project in northeastern Brazil, Gold Mountain Mining's Elk Gold Project, BC and Sable Resources' El Fierro Project, Argentina. And, Orla Mining announced a US$35M non-brokered prospectus financing. We'd like to thank our sponsors: Integra Resources is advancing the past-producing DeLamar Project in southwestern Idaho. The Company has continued to demonstrate resource growth and conversion through greenfield and brownfield exploration and plans on delivering a pre-feasibility study in Q4 2021 to further de-risk and advance the project towards permitting. Integra Resources trades on the TSX-V under ITR and the NYSE American under ITRG. Corvus Gold is a North American gold exploration and development company, focused on its near-term gold-silver mining projects in southwestern Nevada. The Company holds a commanding land position within the Bullfrog Mining District. Neighbouring, adjacent projects controlled by AngloGold Ashanti, Kinross Gold and Coeur Mining highlight this active District. The two 100% owned North Bullfrog & Mother Lode projects have a combined nearly 4-Million oz gold of in-pit resource and continues to grow with an on-going, successful, resource expansion drill program. Corvus trades on the TSX and the Nasdaq with the symbol KOR. Western Copper and Gold is focused on developing the world-class Casino project in Canada's Yukon Territory. The Casino project consists of an impressive 11 billion pounds of copper and 21 million ounces of gold in an overall resource. Western Copper and Gold trades on the TSX and the NYSE American with WRN. Be sure to follow the company via their website, www.westerncopperandgold.com. Rio-2 is advancing the Fenix Gold Project in Chile, the largest undeveloped gold heap leach project in the Americas. Fenix consists of 5 million ounces in the measured and indicated resource category and 1.4 million ounces in the inferred resource category. With a robust PFS in place, Fenix is set up for fast-tracked construction and production. You can find a list of project and company information on their website, rio2.com.
Ce sont plus de 105,000$ qui ont été amassé par Transport Jacques Auger malgré la pandémie pour la fondation de Leucan et on en parle avec Andréanne Auger, ainsi que des emplois chez Queensway. Gilles Tremblay nous rappelle toute l’importance d’un bon entretien préventif avec les produits Prolab! Et Bernard Boulé de Camo-Route nous confirme... The post 15 décembre 2020 – Andréanne Auger de TJA, Gilles Tremblay de Prolab, Bernard Boulé de Camo-Route appeared first on Podcasts.
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Ain't no lockdown holding us down! We're back this week after a short break with a banger of a show for you. We bring you the very best new & unreleased indie/alternative rock tracks. We also added some live tracks to the show from previous guests who've been on the show for a live session to keep that live music feel to the show. We dropped in some tunes from Queensway, The Taboos and JCK. The playlist was: Camens - Leave Me In Pieces Dali - Borrowed Time The Winters - We're Still Kids Al Moses - He Truly Is The Son of God Fever - Electric Tiger Mimic - It Was Still Dark Tom Lumley & The Brave Liaison - New York Paranoia Come At The King - Old Town Fighter The Covasettes - Spin Koala Club - City Lights The Underclass - For You The Banshees - Tell Me Everything The Cheap Thrills - Party Quorum - Go Charlie Moss - I'm Not Leaving The Greyhound Factory - Genie & The Gun Room D - Artificial Creeping Jean - Stuck In My Ear The Dulvertons - Could I Be Wrong We also welcomed back 25ThC of Original Forty Fivers with an exclusive new mix from the 7x7 mix series, with this one being all B-Sides. The mix is an all vinyl mix, all from 7" records, all dug out of their ever growing collection to bring your ears a treat. If you have a new or unreleased track that would like some FM airplay or you would like to check out more about the show, head over to our website at www.ThePremiumBlendRadioShow.co.uk
How would I describe this weeks show? It was loud. It was chaotic. It was bloody awesome!!! Joining us in the studio this week was Essex/London based indie punk band Queensway and they smashed it! All 5 live tracks were loud and raucous, just how we like it, ahead of their tour and I will definitely be going to see them at the Latest Music Bar in Brighton on the 22nd Jan and recommend you do too. Have a listen to hear why! We were also joined in the studio by Mark Stack of Zooberon to chat about his time at the DPP Festival and a run down to the acts he saw that weekend, plus playing some choice tracks, Still not sure? Well check out the playlist this week as it was once again filled with quality new & unreleased indie & alternative rock tracks. The running order was: The Rezner - Wouldn't You Like To Know JW Paris - Royalty Jekyll - I Do What I Can The Lizards - Plastic Dream Honeybadger - It's All There For You Queensway - Queensway (LIVE) Skinny Dog - Progression Slackrr - Breathe Yuka Tree - Preacher Queensway - Charity Shop Rot (LIVE) Cucamaras - Please Not Tonight Decara - Snap The Gallery -Pesticide IAMWARFACE - You Don't Love Me Anymore Queensway - End Up Dead (LIVE) Peaness - Kaizen Queensway - Brighton Girl (LIVE) Mark Stack - Interview Emzae - As This Day Fades Into Another Mark Stack - Interview The Recreation - English Weather Mark Stack - Interview 32 Tens - Swan Song Glitch & Pilgrim - Four In Four All Check out more about the show or submit your tracks via the website at www.ThePremiumBlendRadioShow.co.uk
Queensway are a new upcoming band from south-east London. And are going on tour next year.
Today we decided to keep it easy with the past holidays. Come hang as we listen to some new music! Bands (In Order of Played) : Mindforce, Overstep, Life Force, Glitterer, Mouth For War, Queensway, Absense Of Mine, Fiddlehead, Gulch, Higher Power, Drain, Young Guv, No Warning. Remember to share / rate and subscribe!
Caleb and Cole talk about new music from Kanye West, Cigarettes After Sex, Malevich, FKA Twigs, Queensway, Swans, and Alcest
Londons tunnelbana är världens äldsta. Den som öppnade år 1863 och efter bara några månader hade ”the tube” 26 000 resenärer om dagen. Londons tunnelbanan har fått så modell för alla efterföljare i världens metropolerMetropolitanlinjen i London gick strax under gatuplanet och vagnarna drogs av ånglok, men kom med tiden att elektrifieras. Den svarade på ett allt större transportbehov i världsmetropolen London.Redan på 1830-talet kom de första förslagen på en underjordisk järnväg, men det dröjde fram till 1850-talet innan några seriösa förslag planerades. Och 1855 beslutade det brittiska parlamentet att en underjordisk järnväg skulle byggas mellan Paddington Station och Farringdon Street som skulle gå via King's Cross med namnet Metropolitan Railway.I veckans sommarspecial lyssnar vi på Amanda Svenssons kortbok Tunnelbanan i London från bokserien Karavan Stadsguider. Inläsare är Kajsa Linderholm. Läs mer på www.karavanreseguider.se. Eller lyssna på fler guider hos ljudbokstjänster som Storytel och Nextory.Bild:Queens Road (now Queensway) tube station, c. 1900, Public Domain, Wikipedia.Ljudeffekten är "London Underground, Arriving, A.wav" av InspectorJ (www.jshaw.co.uk) hos Freesound.orgSee acast.com/privacy for privacy and opt-out information. See acast.com/privacy for privacy and opt-out information.
Trapped Under Ice, Gut Instict, Stout, Slumlords, Queensway.. Baltimore har producerat extremt många bra band genom åren och vi tar i detta avsnitt ett helhetsgrepp på denna östkustliga mördarstad.
Since founding DLANDstudio in 2005, Susannah Drake has worked on projects ranging in scale from intimate gardens to large-scale urban planning initiatives. Her design for QueensWay transforms a 3.5 mile stretch of abandoned railway in Central Queens into a family-friendly linear park and cultural greenway. A leader in implementing design strategies to confront the impacts of climate change, DLANDstudio' Gowanus Canal Sponge Park is a working landscape that improves the environment of the EPA Superfund site over time. Don't miss Leonard's conversation with this visionary of environmentally conscious design.
Queensway, Vaulting, Rebel Wizard, Lich King, Slime In The Current, Mjod, and more featured on this weeks episode! From the Pit is a weekly podcast devoted to all things extreme music - whether it's up-and-coming bands, killer new releases, future shows and festivals, or musings on the scene itself, hosts Phil, Mike, Sam and Frank will make sure that you hear about them. Also, we talk about beer, which is really the most important thing.
For years, the QueensWay -- the effort to build a "High Line" style of park on the abandoned right of way of the former Rockaway Beach Rail Line (RBRL) -- has been at odds with those who want to reactivate the RBRL (QueensRail). Now, Rick Horan, the Coalition for QueensRail’s Executive Director and Director of the Task Force., says why not both? Horan joined "Riding The Wave" on May 17 to discuss how his new coalition "the Queens RAIL and WAY Task Force" can jumpstart what could a really great comprimise.
Did you know there are 47 acres of city owned land in the middle of Queens sitting unused since 1962? This is what’s known as the former Rockaway Beach Branch of the Long Island Rail Road. Many groups have been discussing whether this asset should be reused for future rail service or turned into a linear park. Today I sit down for a group interview, with representatives from the Trust for Public Land. I’ll be chatting with Adrian Benepe, former New York City Parks Commissioner, as well as Andy Stone and Carter Strickland who are deeply involved in trying to turn this asset into city park called The Queensway. To learn more about the Queensway project take a look at their website at thequeensway.org. More info can also be found on the Trust for Public land site at tpl.org
On this episode we spoke to Pat from Baltimore hardcore band Queensway. Catch them on tour with Harms Way, Vein and Ringworm soon! https://www.facebook.com/queenswaybaltimore/ https://queenswaymd.bandcamp.com/ Also on this episode we sat down with Fred and Nick from New Jersey hardcore band Cemeteries. https://www.facebook.com/cemeteriesnj/ https://cemeteriesnj.bandcamp.com/ Songs By: Prowler Wrong Move Cemeteries Third Rail Vamachara Thanks for all the support and share and subscribe!! YOU CAN FOLLOW US ON.... Twitter - @ISN_podcast Facebook - www.facebook.com/theillstreetnewspodcast Facebook Group Page - illstreetnews Instagram - @illstreetnews Email us - illstreetnews@yahoo.com Leave us a voicemail: 267-297-4627 YOU CAN LISTEN ON..... Soundcloud - www.soundcloud.com/illstreetnews iTunes - https://itunes.apple.com/us/podcast/ill-street-news-podcast/id1111993800?mt=2 Stitcher - http://www.stitcher.com/podcast/ill-street-news Overcast - https://overcast.fm/itunes1111993800/ill-street-news-podcast Blubrry - https://www.blubrry.com/ill_street_news/ Google Play and many other podcast platforms!
How do you have a great family day out? Where are the best places to go? And how do you survive the whole thing without going absolutely bonkers? To answer all these questions we have the hilarious Jimi Famurewa! He tells us all about his book, Family London, and reveals his favourite places to visit in the capital and beyond. We also talk about why the Swedes are so good at parenting, and discuss Jimi's career as an entertainment journalist. Find out what it's like to hang out with Leonardo DiCaprio and John Boyega, and why Harrison Ford can't hold his yams. Jimi's book is out now, and you can find him on Twitter @jimfam. Read his prizewinning short story, Teddybird, at 4thestate.co.uk. This episode was recorded at MEATliquor, who supplied all the food and lovely cocktails. We went to the East Dulwich branch because we're lazy, but their new opening in Queensway features bowling and ice skating, so it's a great family day out. Or great for making someone else take the kids ice skating while you eat your own weight in deep fried gherkins. THEY ARE SO GOOD. The Scummy Mummies book is OUT NOW! We hope you like it, and if you do, we'd love an Amazon review! **SEE US LIVE** Come and see us in Bromsgrove on 16 September, Sutton Coldfield on 7 October, and at various venues throughout the autumn. To buy tickets, and for more dates, visit ScummyMummies.com. We're on Twitter (@scummymummies), Instagram, and Facebook. Please send your confessions to scummymummiespodcast@gmail.com and visit us at ScummyMummies.com. If you like the podcast, please tell your friends! Thank you for listening! See acast.com/privacy for privacy and opt-out information.
Episode 67 of the Mic'd Up Free For All. The Mic'd Up Free For All is all about off topic, random and entertaining discussions. And we deliver on that promise yet again. Topics for today include: -A rant about public transportation in Toronto that also includes some riveting "solutions" -A PSA about not showing up to work when you are sick -Bed bugs and beyond: You and your bed are much dirtier than you ever could imagine. We share the scary facts that will make you question a lot of things -Weekly Shout Out: The Pie Commission (935 The Queensway and 887 Dundas St W) -And so much more! Credit for intro music: Fireworks by Jahzzar From the free music archive CC - BY - SA
In already a record year for auto/pedestrian collisions, another staggering statistic was added over the course of Wednesday night/Thursday morning: Fourteen pedestrians were struck by cars between 6 p.m. on Wednesday and 8:30 a.m. on Thursday, said Toronto police Const. Clint Stibbe. One incident sent an 18-year-old man to hospital with serious injuries. The crash happenedjust before 7:30 a.m. at Islington Ave. and The Queensway. Another woman suffered life-threatening injuries in another collision on College St. near Palmerston Blvd. around 8 p.m. on Wednesday. Another pedestrian who was struck by a different vehicle at the intersection was also taken to hospital, said Toronto police. Soggy conditions in the GTA overnight were likely a factor in many of the collisions, says Toronto Police. Toronto Police Constable, Clint Stibbe, joins the Afternoon Drive to discuss why there were so many collisions, and what the city plans to do to prevent these kinds of collisions from taking place.
TubeFlash - TubeFlash– original flash fiction inspired by the London Underground and my collection of vintage and contemporary brooches. Each station is paired with a brooch, with writers responding to create a diverse collection of stories. This audio is read by Keith Morris, Rennie Griffiths and Menna Bonsels. Queensway Stuck by Sherry Fuller Kew Gardens A Confetti Western by David Turnbull Boston Manor All his… Read it The post TubeFlash – Stories from the London Underground Part 8 – Mind the Gap appeared first on TubeFlash.
Feat: DJ Mitsu The Beats, KRTS, Markee Ledge, Ayls Be, Komon, Volunteer, El Choop, Fortunate War, Kommune1, Effy, Wintermute, Daniel Bortz, Menik, Lylli, Nocturnal Sunshine, Ahadadream, Olivia Louise, Scrufizzer, Murder He Wrote, Kayloo, Egoless, Akuratyde, Queensway, Monika, Dyl, Paragon, Neuropol, Fade, Seba, Occult and Audialist.
Includes tracks from Technimatic, LM1, Blue Motion, Seba, Metrik, Queensway, Kove, Nelver, and more...
On this week's Riding The Wave, Jack Freidman, Executive Director of The Queens Chamber of Commerce, will join us to discuss the upcoming Fall Festival on Saturday, Oct. 21. The newly formed Rockaway Beach Merchant Association will be throwing the party, which will run from noon to 5 p.m. at Beach 94th Street and Rockaway Beach Boulevard. We'll also discuss the QCC's support of the Queens Way project, which by it's very nature, directly opposes the efforts for the complete restoration of the Rockaway Beach Rail Line.
World Health Organization says 7 million die from air pollution each year; "Manhattanization" according to a preservationist; Testing and classroom triage; and, Queensway (park) vs re-activated railway debate.
Гостем этого шоу стал один из ведущих днб диджеев Молдавии dj FLADE ( dj-flade.pdj.ru/ ) с невероятно энергичным миксом , после него я играл свежий материал этих дней: немного релизов, дабок и просто интересные редкие треки! Чувствуйте многогранность вибраций драмнбэйс и любите эту музыку еще больше *) dj FLADE (Moldova) guestmix: 01. Kubrak - Times Moves On[Breed 12 Inches] 02. Above & Beyond feat. Richard Bedford - Sun & Moon (Zardonic Rmx)[Free] 03. Kubrak - Ursa Major[Breed 12 Inches] 04. Enei & Engage - Carnage[Icarus Audio] 05. Basement Jaxx - Feelings Gone (Spor Remix)[XL] 06. Cube - Night Trip[Nu Electro] 07. Invisible Landscape & 2R - Inner Gangsta[Audio Boutique dub] 08. The Killers - Mr. Brightside (SkyWeep Remix)[dub] 09. Trippcore - I Believe[Free] 10. Davip & Encode - High Technology[Breed 12 Inches] 11. 17th Boulevard - Memories VIP[Nasca UK] 12. Loki - Psych[Bad Taste] 13. Electric Youth - Right Back To You (SkyWeep Re-Edit)[dub] 14. Protech - Rain Comes (Sequent Industry Remix)[Offworld] 15. Computerartist - Full Cycle[Ammunition Recordings] 16. Schematic - Something Out There[Stride Recordings] GVOZD freshmix: 1. Grinda and Zigzag - beat weapon (Respect 004 12") 2. L Plus - time travel (Technique dub) 3. Genetic Bros - love (Talking Beats dub) 4. Tobax - together 5. KloneZ vs Busho -wreak havoc (Oyaebu rmx) 6. Tantrum Desire - play tonight (Technique ) 7. Grinda - soulspring (Respect dub) 8. SKC and Bratwa - solitude (Good Looking promo, 2004, no release) 9. London Elekticity - you gotta be crazy (Enei rmx) (Hospital) 10. Spectrasoul - alibi (Critical, 2008) 11. Citadel Error - micro 12. Marginal - syncope ( FFO dub) 13. Lynx and Hellrazor - 4-3-3 (Detail digi only) 14. Mr. Sizef - skies kindness happiness (Respect 005, 12" promo) 15. Ill Skillz ft. Lil Rhys and Woodnote -beind loud (Ill Skillz CD) 16. Sapphire - way to the star 17. dj Die and Break - slow down vip (Symmetry) 18. Receptor and K.I.R.A - lullaby (Tam) 18-19 DN - ritual (tease) and back to lullaby 19. Chase and Status - hitz (Delta Heavy rmx) (Ram) 20. Bulb ft. mc Fava - still there (Celcius) 21. Queensway - path to the sea 22. P.O.ison - close your eyes 23. Kraaska and Uljana - looking forward
Гостем этого шоу стал один из ведущих днб диджеев Молдавии dj FLADE ( dj-flade.pdj.ru/ ) с невероятно энергичным миксом , после него я играл свежий материал этих дней: немного релизов, дабок и просто интересные редкие треки! Чувствуйте многогранность вибраций драмнбэйс и любите эту музыку еще больше *) dj FLADE (Moldova) guestmix: 01. Kubrak - Times Moves On[Breed 12 Inches] 02. Above & Beyond feat. Richard Bedford - Sun & Moon (Zardonic Rmx)[Free] 03. Kubrak - Ursa Major[Breed 12 Inches] 04. Enei & Engage - Carnage[Icarus Audio] 05. Basement Jaxx - Feelings Gone (Spor Remix)[XL] 06. Cube - Night Trip[Nu Electro] 07. Invisible Landscape & 2R - Inner Gangsta[Audio Boutique dub] 08. The Killers - Mr. Brightside (SkyWeep Remix)[dub] 09. Trippcore - I Believe[Free] 10. Davip & Encode - High Technology[Breed 12 Inches] 11. 17th Boulevard - Memories VIP[Nasca UK] 12. Loki - Psych[Bad Taste] 13. Electric Youth - Right Back To You (SkyWeep Re-Edit)[dub] 14. Protech - Rain Comes (Sequent Industry Remix)[Offworld] 15. Computerartist - Full Cycle[Ammunition Recordings] 16. Schematic - Something Out There[Stride Recordings] GVOZD freshmix: 1. Grinda and Zigzag - beat weapon (Respect 004 12") 2. L Plus - time travel (Technique dub) 3. Genetic Bros - love (Talking Beats dub) 4. Tobax - together 5. KloneZ vs Busho -wreak havoc (Oyaebu rmx) 6. Tantrum Desire - play tonight (Technique ) 7. Grinda - soulspring (Respect dub) 8. SKC and Bratwa - solitude (Good Looking promo, 2004, no release) 9. London Elekticity - you gotta be crazy (Enei rmx) (Hospital) 10. Spectrasoul - alibi (Critical, 2008) 11. Citadel Error - micro 12. Marginal - syncope ( FFO dub) 13. Lynx and Hellrazor - 4-3-3 (Detail digi only) 14. Mr. Sizef - skies kindness happiness (Respect 005, 12" promo) 15. Ill Skillz ft. Lil Rhys and Woodnote -beind loud (Ill Skillz CD) 16. Sapphire - way to the star 17. dj Die and Break - slow down vip (Symmetry) 18. Receptor and K.I.R.A - lullaby (Tam) 18-19 DN - ritual (tease) and back to lullaby 19. Chase and Status - hitz (Delta Heavy rmx) (Ram) 20. Bulb ft. mc Fava - still there (Celcius) 21. Queensway - path to the sea 22. P.O.ison - close your eyes 23. Kraaska and Uljana - looking forward
Весна! Очередной выпуск регулярного информационно-музыкально-познавательно-развлекательного подкаста о мировой drum and bass сцене от проекта Kazan Drum and Bass Community (kzndnb). Диповий селекшн, диповий гость, а так же бесплатный трек. FREE TRACK HERE: http://kzndnb.ru/blog/podcast/211.html Подписаться:http://kzndnb.ru/podcast.xml http://itunes.apple.com/podcast/kazan-drum-bass-community/id396440689 http://queensway.promodj.ru/ http://soundcloud.com/queensway http://www.facebook.com/QueenswayMusic http://www.myspace.com/q-way http://www.youtube.com/user/KoljaQueensway http://vkontakte.ru/queensway
Весна! Очередной выпуск регулярного информационно-музыкально-познавательно-развлекательного подкаста о мировой drum and bass сцене от проекта Kazan Drum and Bass Community (kzndnb). Диповий селекшн, диповий гость, а так же бесплатный трек. FREE TRACK HERE: http://kzndnb.ru/blog/podcast/211.html Подписаться:http://kzndnb.ru/podcast.xml http://itunes.apple.com/podcast/kazan-drum-bass-community/id396440689 http://queensway.promodj.ru/ http://soundcloud.com/queensway http://www.facebook.com/QueenswayMusic http://www.myspace.com/q-way http://www.youtube.com/user/KoljaQueensway http://vkontakte.ru/queensway