Podcasts about Queensway

Interview with Keith Boyle, Director & CEO of New Found GoldOur previous interview: https://www.cruxinvestor.com/posts/new-found-gold-tsxvnfg-2025s-strategic-transformation-to-2026-production-8915Recording date: 23rd January 2026New Found Gold Corporation has commenced the execution phase of its flagship Queensway gold project in Newfoundland by awarding the engineering, procurement and construction management contract to WSP Canada. The appointment culminates a competitive selection process involving seven firms and positions the company to achieve first production in late 2027 through an integrated development strategy coordinating engineering, environmental permitting, and project financing.The development plan centres on expanding the acquired Pine Cove mill to 1,400 tonnes per day capacity by converting the facility from flotation to a gravity-CIL circuit and adding a parallel processing train using equipment relocated from the Nugget Pond facility. This approach leverages existing permitted infrastructure obtained through the Maritime Resources acquisition rather than constructing greenfield facilities, reducing both capital requirements and development timeline risk. Pine Cove currently processes 700 tonnes per day from the Hammerdown mine, which is ramping to steady-state production in the first half of 2026 and will generate cash flow during Queensway development.CEO Keith Boyle's selection of an EPCM (Engineering, Procurement, Construction Management) contract structure over traditional EPC reflects management's experience in project delivery and prioritisation of execution certainty over aggressive cost minimisation. The EPCM approach allows collaborative execution with WSP while maintaining owner involvement and flexibility for design optimisation as engineering advances. WSP was selected from five proposals based on relevant mill expansion experience and commenced preliminary work before year-end, establishing early integration with New Found Gold's permitting and financing timelines.The company has structured its path to production around three parallel workstreams coordinated by COO Robert Assabgui. Vice President of Sustainability Jared Saunders is advancing the environmental assessment application through Stantech, targeting submission in Q1 2026. Stantech secured Firefly Metals' environmental approval in 45 days during 2025, providing a relevant precedent for timeline expectations. The environmental assessment process operates independently of WSP's engineering advancement, allowing simultaneous progress without creating schedule dependencies.Meanwhile, Cutfield Freeman is structuring project financing for Queensway development, with management reporting strong interest from potential financing partners. The financing workstream must align with engineering schedules to ensure capital availability for long-lead equipment purchases and construction mobilisation following permit approvals. These represent the next critical milestones following environmental assessment approval.The investment case combines multiple elements: de-risked development through acquired infrastructure, experienced management executing proven development models, near-term catalysts providing sequential de-risking opportunities, Newfoundland's permitting certainty, and management's reported financing confidence. The Hammerdown production ramp provides near-term cash flow while Queensway advances through development, creating a portfolio structure with both production and development components.Investors should monitor environmental assessment approval, financing commitment announcement, and long-lead equipment procurement as key milestones over the next 12-18 months. Each milestone achievement should reduce perceived execution risk and potentially re-rate valuation toward production-stage multiples. The late 2027 production target provides a defined investment horizon for evaluating execution progress, while the current gold price environment above $4,500 per ounce provides economic headroom supporting proper engineering investment without compromising project returns.New Found Gold's disciplined approach to service provider selection and integrated execution framework positions the company to differentiate itself among junior developers through demonstrated execution capability rather than aggressive timelines with minimal professional support.View New Found Gold's company profile: https://www.cruxinvestor.com/companies/new-found-goldSign up for Crux Investor: https://cruxinvestor.com

Interview with Keith Boyle, Director & CEO of New Found GoldOur previous interview: https://www.cruxinvestor.com/posts/new-found-gold-tsxvnfg-high-grade-strategy-meets-near-term-cash-flow-8695Recording date: 9th January 2026New Found Gold is executing a comprehensive transformation from pure exploration company to emerging gold producer, driven by a complete leadership overhaul and strategic acquisitions designed to accelerate the path to cash flow.The most significant change began with a complete board renewal in December 2024, followed by the appointment of CEO Keith Boyle in January 2025. "They brought me in January of 25, the mandate being let's get the gold, let's get to production," Boyle explained. "We were an exploration company and had been doing that for five years since discovering the Queensway deposit and so it was time to make that shift."The new leadership team brings proven operational credentials. Chief Operating Officer Robert Assabgui previously served as VP of Hudbay's Manitoba division, where he brought the Lalor mine into production. CFO Hashim Ahmed brings project financing expertise from Mandalay Resources and Jaguar Mining. The board now includes former Newfoundland Premier Andrew Furey and experienced mining executives Tamara Brown, Chad Williams, and Allan Palmir.A pivotal strategic move was acquiring Maritime Resources' Hammerdown mine and milling facilities. Hammerdown is targeting steady-state production by mid-2026, providing near-term cash flow that will reduce external financing requirements for the flagship Queensway project. "At these gold prices, it really is going to help us in being able to manage the amount of money that we have to raise externally," Boyle noted.For Queensway, the company released a mineral resource estimate and preliminary economic assessment in July 2025, which helped secure $87 million in financing. Final Investment Decision is targeted for H2 2026, with environmental assessment submission planned for Q1 2026. The company expects favorable permitting timelines in mining-friendly Newfoundland, potentially enabling construction commencement in late 2026.Despite the production focus, New Found Gold maintains aggressive exploration commitments. "We still want to keep the drill bit turning to find that game-changing, that Swan Zone, that next big one, because it will create that additional value for us," Boyle emphasized, highlighting the camp-scale potential of the land package.View New Found Gold's company profile: https://www.cruxinvestor.com/companies/new-found-goldSign up for Crux Investor: https://cruxinvestor.com

Interview with Chief Executive Officer, Keith BoyleOur previous interview: https://www.cruxinvestor.com/posts/new-found-gold-tsxvnfg-explorer-to-producer-8484Recording date: 3rd December 2025New Found Gold Corporation is executing a capital-efficient development strategy that combines near-term cash flow from the recently acquired Hammerdown mine with advancement of the flagship Queensway Gold Project in Newfoundland, Canada. The November 2025 Maritime Resources acquisition delivered two critical assets: a producing underground mine that poured first gold one day before closing, and the fully permitted Pine Cove mill that eliminates major infrastructure requirements for Queensway's planned 700-ton-per-day operation. Management's appointment of Cutfield Freeman to structure project financing for Queensway's $155 million initial capital requirement signals progress toward a debt-heavy capital structure, with Hammerdown cash flow serving as the equity portion to minimize shareholder dilution. Recent grade control drilling at five-meter spacing confirms exceptional grades at the Keats zone, with only 20% of results released from the 70,000-meter 2025 program. These dense drill patterns reduce estimation uncertainty in nuggety gold deposits and support anticipated resource upgrades in the 2026 technical report. Discovery of high-grade mineralization at Dropkick, located 11 kilometers from existing resources, demonstrates district-scale exploration potential beyond current mine plans. The company targets Q1 2026 permit submission for Queensway with approval expected in H2 2026, enabling development commencement toward late 2027 commercial production. Hammerdown is ramping to steady-state operations during H1 2026, providing cash generation that de-risks Queensway financing while maintaining exploration programs across both properties that could extend mine life and improve project economics.—Learn more: https://cruxinvestor.com/companies/new-found-goldSign up for Crux Investor: https://cruxinvestor.com

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Interview with Colin Smith, Director & CEO of TooGood GoldRecording date: 27th November 2025TooGood Gold Corporation is developing an early-stage, district-scale high-grade gold project in northern Newfoundland, positioning itself within one of Canada's most active exploration regions. The company acquired the property through a favorable earn-in agreement with Prospector Metals, which made the initial discovery before redirecting focus to its Yukon assets. Under CEO Colin Smith, a geologist with 20 years of experience including roles at SSR Mining and Discovery Group, TooGood has expanded the land package from 110 km² to over 164 km², systematically consolidating ground along regional structural trends.The flagship Quinlan discovery demonstrates exceptional potential, with Prospector's initial 2022 drilling intersecting visible gold in 15 of the first 19 holes. The standout intersection delivered 24 meters at approximately 4 g/t gold, with Smith characterizing these as "70 to 80 plus gram-meter holes in the first swing of the bat, which in my experience is pretty rare." The geological model features a felsic intrusive dyke within black shale that extends to surface, providing clear targeting parameters. Smith notes the system "lines up like poker straight like a book" in 3D modeling, though the team seeks structural complexities where the dyke might expand to "20, 30, 40 meters of thickness."TooGood completed a 33-hole, 2,000-meter drill program in summer 2025, with results pending for 19 holes. The company has also consolidated the Golden Nugget property, featuring an 8.5-kilometer coastal trend averaging over 1 g/t gold in rock samples that remains largely untested. With over $4 million in treasury and five additional drill-ready targets identified, TooGood maintains full funding for its 2026 exploration program. The project sits on the same structural corridor as Equinox Gold's producing Valentine Lake mine and near New Found Gold's Queensway deposit, providing validated geological analogues within a mining-friendly jurisdiction offering year-round access and established infrastructure.Sign up for Crux Investor: https://cruxinvestor.com

Keith Boyle of New Found Gold joined us in Frankfurt for a general update in what he's calling New Found Gold 2.0. The company has recently closed the acquisition of Maritime Resources and its Hammerdown Gold Project. This work in conjunction with their ongoing work at Queensway. With the company now in production mode from Hammerdown, Keith shares insights into the strategic development of Queensway.

Interview with Keith Boyle, CEO of New Found Gold Corp.Our previous interview: https://www.cruxinvestor.com/posts/new-found-golds-strategic-maritime-resources-acquisition-building-canadas-next-gold-producerRecording date: 15th September 2025New Found Gold Corp. has strategically strengthened its leadership team with three key appointments that position the company for its transition from developer to producer following the Maritime Resources acquisition. The headline appointment sees Dr. Andrew Furey, former Premier of Newfoundland and Labrador, joining the board of directors, bringing unparalleled political connections and regulatory expertise to guide operations in the province where both Hammerdown and Queensway projects are located. CEO Keith Boyle emphasized the strategic value, noting that "the political world and all those connections really do help a business and that oversight, making sure that we advance in the right way, that's gold."The operational leadership team has been enhanced with the appointment of Hashim Ahmed as CFO, bringing proven experience from Mandalay Resources and Jaguar Mining, and the promotion of Robert Assabgui to COO, leveraging his decades of mining engineering experience including successful development of Hudbay's Lalor mine. These appointments address the sophisticated financial and operational requirements as New Found Gold manages both Hammerdown's production ramp-up starting in early 2026 and Queensway's C$155 million Phase 1 development.The leadership expansion builds on the Maritime acquisition's strategic rationale, which Boyle described as creating synergies where "Maritime's got a nice little gold mine operation coming into production later this year and that gold production will help fund phase one of the Queensway project." With Hammerdown projected to contribute approximately C$70 million in cash flow and Queensway Phase 1 targeting 69,300 ounces annually, the enhanced team provides the expertise needed to achieve the company's objective of "cracking the 200,000-ounce mark." The appointments collectively reduce political, operational, and financial risks while positioning New Found Gold to capitalize on district-scale exploration opportunities across its expanded Newfoundland land position in a Tier 1 mining jurisdiction.—Learn more: https://cruxinvestor.com/companies/new-found-goldSign up for Crux Investor: https://cruxinvestor.com

New Found Gold Corp CEO Keith Boyle joined Steve Darling from Proactive to announce the results of the company's Preliminary Economic Assessment (PEA) for the AFZ Core zone at its Queensway Gold Project, located near Gander, Newfoundland and Labrador. The report marks the first comprehensive look at the economic viability of the project and highlights its potential to become a low-cost, high-margin gold producer. The PEA outlines a 15-year life-of-mine (LOM) with total gold production of 1.5 million ounces, averaging an all-in sustaining cost (AISC) of US$1,256/oz and a total cash cost of US$1,085/oz. In a base-case scenario using a gold price of US$2,500/oz, the after-tax NPV5% is $743 million with an IRR of 56.3%. When modeled at a higher gold price of US$3,300/oz, the NPV increases dramatically to $1.45 billion, and IRR rises to an impressive 197%. The company is targeting initial gold production by Q3 2027, pending regulatory approvals. Phase 1 construction is expected to begin that same year. In preparation, New Found Gold is advancing an aggressive 70,000-metre drilling program aimed at upgrading and expanding its initial mineral resource estimate (MRE). Further work includes environmental baseline studies, engineering trade-offs, and project definition activities. Boyle also emphasized the expansion potential at Queensway, citing more than 110 km of strike length for future exploration and the opportunity for camp-scale development beyond the current resource area. This PEA positions New Found Gold to transition into a significant gold producer in Atlantic Canada, aligning with its strategic vision of building and operating a world-class gold mine in Newfoundland. #proactiveinvestors #newfoundgoldcorp #tsxv #nfg #nyseamerican #nfgc #gold #mining #NewFoundGold #KeithBoyle #MiningNews #GoldExploration #PEAResults #NewfoundlandMining #ResourceDevelopment #JuniorMining #ProactiveInvestors

Carson sits down with Jin Choi, host of the On Water Podcast and a psychotherapist from Toronto, Canada. They dive deep into the topics of discipleship, heart posture, and the importance of connection within worship teams. Jin shares her personal journey from childhood in a Korean church to her current role at Church on the Queensway. Don't miss her insights on fostering authentic worship both on and off stage, as well as practical advice for creating deeper connections in your church community. Plus, enjoy a special segment featuring different musical instruments that Jin has played throughout her life!View this episode on YouTubeOn Water Podcast FREE eBook "Playing Worship Keys By Ear"Thanks for listening! Subscribe here to the podcast, as well as on YouTube and other social media platforms. If you have any questions or suggestions for who you want as a featured guest in the future or a topic you want to hear, email carson@theworshipkeys.com. New episodes release every Wednesday!

 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

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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 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.

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)

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.

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.

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 Josh Benoliel - partner at condos.ca and property.ca about his alternatives for mindfulness, how the top agents have an ‘eat and kill' mindset, why selling a house is also about showing the neighbourhood and how Burning Man changed his life 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/jbenols/?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 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.

Exploits Discovery Corp. “Exploits” is a Canadian exploration company with one of the largest and most strategic land packages in Newfoundland, Canada where we are in active pursuit of world-class gold discoveries. Exploits holds 100% interest in seven known exceptional gold projects with geological, geochemical and structural settings comparable to New Found Gold's Queensway discovery (DDH 19m at 92.86 g/t Au); and controls one of the largest land package in Newfoundland with over 200km of interpreted deep regional fault structures which include the Appleton Fault, Dog Bay Line, GRUB Line and the Mt Peyton Linear.

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 with saving her life.

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.

Exploits Discovery Corp. “Exploits” is a Canadian exploration company with one of the largest and most strategic land packages in Newfoundland, Canada where we are in active pursuit of world-class gold discoveries. Exploits holds 100% interest in seven known exceptional gold projects with geological, geochemical and structural settings comparable to New Found Gold's Queensway discovery (DDH 19m at 92.86 g/t Au); and controls one of the largest land package in Newfoundland with over 200km of interpreted deep regional fault structures which include the Appleton Fault, Dog Bay Line, GRUB Line and the Mt Peyton Linear.

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 

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 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.

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.

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.