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19 And this is the testimony of John, when the Jews sent from Jerusalem priests and Levites to him, to ask him: Who art thou?Et hoc est testimonium Joannis, quando miserunt Judaei ab Jerosolymis sacerdotes et Levitas ad eum ut interrogarent eum : Tu quis es? 20 And he confessed, and did not deny: and he confessed: I am not the Christ.Et confessus est, et non negavit, et confessus est : Quia non sum ego Christus. 21 And they asked him: What then? Art thou Elias? And he said: I am not. Art thou the prophet? And he answered: No.Et interrogaverunt eum : Quid ergo? Elias es tu? Et dixit : Non sum. Propheta es tu? Et respondit : Non. 22 They said therefore unto him: Who art thou, that we may give an answer to them that sent us? What sayest thou of thyself?Dixerunt ergo ei : Quis es ut responsum demus his qui miserunt nos? quid dicis de teipso? 23 He said: I am the voice of one crying out in the wilderness, make straight the way of the Lord, as said the prophet Isaias.Ait : Ego vox clamantis in deserto : Dirigite viam Domini, sicut dixit Isaias propheta. 24 And they that were sent, were of the Pharisees.Et qui missi fuerant, erant ex pharisaeis. 25 And they asked him, and said to him: Why then dost thou baptize, if thou be not Christ, nor Elias, nor the prophet?Et interrogaverunt eum, et dixerunt ei : Quid ergo baptizas, si tu non es Christus, neque Elias, neque propheta? 26 John answered them, saying: I baptize with water; but there hath stood one in the midst of you, whom you know not.Respondit eis Joannes, dicens : Ego baptizo in aqua : medius autem vestrum stetit, quem vos nescitis. 27 The same is he that shall come after me, who is preferred before me: the latchet of whose shoe I am not worthy to loose.Ipse est qui post me venturus est, qui ante me factus est : cujus ego non sum dignus ut solvam ejus corrigiam calceamenti. 28 These things were done in Bethania, beyond the Jordan, where John was baptizing.Haec in Bethania facta sunt trans Jordanem, ubi erat Joannes baptizans.

Je reçois aujourd'hui Fanny Rieussec dans Milkshaker. Elle est consultante en lactation IBCLC et avec elle nous allons décortiquer les courbes de croissance de vos bébés, et plus spécifiquement des bébés allaités, bien sûr !Le poids de bébé, c'est le nerf de la guerre, et surtout dans les démarrages d'allaitement. C'est la grande question qu'on se pose presque toutes : est-ce que mon bébé prend assez de poids ? est ce que je vais avoir assez de lait pour la nourrir ? est ce que mon lait sera assez nourrissant ?L'occasion de rappeler que votre lait est assez nourrissant pour votre bébé puisque votre organisme priorise votre bébé par rapport à vous au risque de vous carencer. Et que le vrai manque de lait est loin d'être la première piste à explorer quand bébé ne prend pas assez de poids.Je vais donc assaillir Fanny de question sur le fonctionnement des courbes de poids :- Carnet de santé et courbes de poids OMS des bébés allaités- Percentiles- Sortie de couloir- QUID des changements de balance- Poids des bébé et rythme des selles et des urines, tout va y passer.Parents, prenez la courbe de poids de votre bébé et vérifions ensemble qu'elle est harmonieuse.Professionnels, désormais, vous saurez ce que veut dire « bien prendre du poids », et quels autres signes sont à observer pour accompagner cet allaitement et le pérenniser.Belle écoute,Charlotte Hébergé par Acast. Visitez acast.com/privacy pour plus d'informations.

19 And this is the testimony of John, when the Jews sent from Jerusalem priests and Levites to him, to ask him: Who art thou?Et hoc est testimonium Joannis, quando miserunt Judaei ab Jerosolymis sacerdotes et Levitas ad eum ut interrogarent eum : Tu quis es? 20 And he confessed, and did not deny: and he confessed: I am not the Christ.Et confessus est, et non negavit, et confessus est : Quia non sum ego Christus. 21 And they asked him: What then? Art thou Elias? And he said: I am not. Art thou the prophet? And he answered: No.Et interrogaverunt eum : Quid ergo? Elias es tu? Et dixit : Non sum. Propheta es tu? Et respondit : Non. 22 They said therefore unto him: Who art thou, that we may give an answer to them that sent us? What sayest thou of thyself?Dixerunt ergo ei : Quis es ut responsum demus his qui miserunt nos? quid dicis de teipso? 23 He said: I am the voice of one crying out in the wilderness, make straight the way of the Lord, as said the prophet Isaias.Ait : Ego vox clamantis in deserto : Dirigite viam Domini, sicut dixit Isaias propheta. 24 And they that were sent, were of the Pharisees.Et qui missi fuerant, erant ex pharisaeis. 25 And they asked him, and said to him: Why then dost thou baptize, if thou be not Christ, nor Elias, nor the prophet?Et interrogaverunt eum, et dixerunt ei : Quid ergo baptizas, si tu non es Christus, neque Elias, neque propheta? 26 John answered them, saying: I baptize with water; but there hath stood one in the midst of you, whom you know not.Respondit eis Joannes, dicens : Ego baptizo in aqua : medius autem vestrum stetit, quem vos nescitis. 27 The same is he that shall come after me, who is preferred before me: the latchet of whose shoe I am not worthy to loose.Ipse est qui post me venturus est, qui ante me factus est : cujus ego non sum dignus ut solvam ejus corrigiam calceamenti. 28 These things were done in Bethania, beyond the Jordan, where John was baptizing.Haec in Bethania facta sunt trans Jordanem, ubi erat Joannes baptizans.

19 And this is the testimony of John, when the Jews sent from Jerusalem priests and Levites to him, to ask him: Who art thou?Et hoc est testimonium Joannis, quando miserunt Judaei ab Jerosolymis sacerdotes et Levitas ad eum ut interrogarent eum : Tu quis es? 20 And he confessed, and did not deny: and he confessed: I am not the Christ.Et confessus est, et non negavit, et confessus est : Quia non sum ego Christus. 21 And they asked him: What then? Art thou Elias? And he said: I am not. Art thou the prophet? And he answered: No.Et interrogaverunt eum : Quid ergo? Elias es tu? Et dixit : Non sum. Propheta es tu? Et respondit : Non. 22 They said therefore unto him: Who art thou, that we may give an answer to them that sent us? What sayest thou of thyself?Dixerunt ergo ei : Quis es ut responsum demus his qui miserunt nos? quid dicis de teipso? 23 He said: I am the voice of one crying out in the wilderness, make straight the way of the Lord, as said the prophet Isaias.Ait : Ego vox clamantis in deserto : Dirigite viam Domini, sicut dixit Isaias propheta. 24 And they that were sent, were of the Pharisees.Et qui missi fuerant, erant ex pharisaeis. 25 And they asked him, and said to him: Why then dost thou baptize, if thou be not Christ, nor Elias, nor the prophet?Et interrogaverunt eum, et dixerunt ei : Quid ergo baptizas, si tu non es Christus, neque Elias, neque propheta? 26 John answered them, saying: I baptize with water; but there hath stood one in the midst of you, whom you know not.Respondit eis Joannes, dicens : Ego baptizo in aqua : medius autem vestrum stetit, quem vos nescitis. 27 The same is he that shall come after me, who is preferred before me: the latchet of whose shoe I am not worthy to loose.Ipse est qui post me venturus est, qui ante me factus est : cujus ego non sum dignus ut solvam ejus corrigiam calceamenti. 28 These things were done in Bethania, beyond the Jordan, where John was baptizing.Haec in Bethania facta sunt trans Jordanem, ubi erat Joannes baptizans.

This Trawl kicks off with a little bit of Cilla Black, just like the old days. Then Jemma and Marina take a festive detour to check in on how Rossid Woods is coping with the season (spoiler: not brilliantly), and enjoy a very relatable warning about over-committing to plans.Then… unable to put it off any longer, they dive into the political storm of the week.Reform UK has received a record-breaking £9 million donation, the biggest political donation in British history. Marina and Jemma wade through what's been reported and the questions now being raised by Labour and the Lib Dems about transparency, potential conflicts of interest, and whether the Electoral Commission should investigate.Also on Farage's plate are the ongoing alleged racism controversies, and fresh allegations about campaign spending.Meanwhile, Charlie Mullins is explaining patriotism from the runway to Dubai and encouraging Brits to become economic migrants. Marina and Jemma unpack the week's biggest political messes so you don't have to. Bring snacks. And a stiff drink.Thank you for sharing and please do follow us @MarinaPurkiss @jemmaforte @TheTrawlPodcast Patreonhttps://patreon.com/TheTrawlPodcast Youtubehttps://www.youtube.com/@TheTrawl Twitterhttps://twitter.com/TheTrawlPodcastIf you've even mildly enjoyed The Trawl, you'll love the unfiltered, no-holds-barred extras from Jemma & Marina over on Patreon, including:• Exclusive episodes of The Trawl Goss – where Jemma and Marina spill backstage gossip, dive into their personal lives, and often forget the mic is on• Early access to The Trawl Meets…• Glorious ad-free episodesPlus, there's a bell-free community of over 3,300 legends sparking brilliant chat.And it's your way to support the pod which the ladies pour their hearts, souls (and occasional anxiety) into. All for your listening pleasure and reassurance that through this geopolitical s**tstorm… you're not alone.Come join the fun:https://www.patreon.com/TheTrawlPodcast?utm_campaign=creatorshare_creator Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Click here for the DRB Daily Sign Up form! TODAY'S SCRIPTURE: Philemon and Hebrews chapters 1 through 4 Click HERE to give! Get Free App Here! One Year Bible Podcast: Join Hunter and Heather Barnes on 'The Daily Radio Bible' for a daily 20-minute spiritual journey. Engage with scripture readings, heartfelt devotionals, and collective prayers that draw you into the heart of God's love. Embark on this year-long voyage through the Bible, and let each day's passage uplift and inspire you. TODAY'S EPISODE: Welcome to the Daily Radio Bible! In today's episode, Hunter guides us through the rich texts of Philemon and Hebrews chapters 1 through 4, as we near the close of another year on our journey through the Scriptures. Hunter reflects on what it means to hold firmly to the gospel—resting not in our own efforts, but in the finished work of Christ. With thoughtful prayer, encouragement, and a call to come boldly before God's throne of grace, this episode offers hope and reassurance as we wait on God together during the Advent season. Stay tuned for moments of reflection, a special prayer, and a sense of community that extends wherever you are listening today. TODAY'S DEVOTION: Hold firmly. Come, boldly. These are the last two instructions given in this reading from verse 14. Since we have a great high priest who has entered heaven, Jesus, the Son of God, let us hold firmly to what we believe. What is it you believe? Do you believe that you have to perform for God in order to find life and favor with God? This is the cornerstone of all religion. You do this and God will do that. Quid pro quo—this for that. But the writer wants you to hold firmly to something altogether different. He's not telling you to hold firmly to religion. He wants you to hold firmly to what you believe. And what we believe is the gospel. We believe in Jesus. He is the gospel. And the gospel is not about you. It's not about your performance. It's about Him. It's about what Christ has done for us. It's resting in him, in his performance, if you will, and in his life and work for us, seen ultimately in its culmination in his life, his death, his resurrection, his ascension. When we hold firmly to him, we can come boldly to him—to the throne of grace. You can come boldly because you are not coming on the basis of your own merit, but on his. It is there that you will find grace and help in your time of need. And that time is now. We are always in need of the gospel in our lives. We are always in need of grace and help. We are always in need of Him. So hold firmly to the gospel and come boldly to him, the One who sits on a throne of grace. That's the prayer that I have for my own heart today, for my own soul. And that's a prayer that I have for my family, for my wife and my daughters and my son. And that's the prayer that I have for you. May it be so. TODAY'S PRAYERS: Lord God Almighty and everlasting father you have brought us in safety to this new day preserve us with your Mighty power that we might not fall into sin or be overcome by adversity. And in all we do, direct us to the fulfilling of your purpose  through Jesus Christ Our Lord amen.   Oh God you have made of one blood all the peoples of the earth and sent your blessed son to preach peace to those who are far and those who are near. Grant that people everywhere may seek after you, and find you. Bring the nations into your fold, pour out your Spirit on all flesh, and hasten the coming of your kingdom through Jesus Christ our Lord, Amen.   And now Lord,  make me an instrument of your peace.  Where there is hatred let me sow love. Where there is injury, pardon.  Where there is doubt, faith. Where there is despair, hope.  Where there is darkness, light.  And where there is sadness,  Joy.  Oh Lord grant that I might not seek to be consoled as to console. To be understood as to understand, to be loved as to love.  For it is in the giving that we receive, in the pardoning that we are pardoned, it is in the dying that we are born unto eternal life.  Amen And now as our Lord has taught us we are bold to pray... Our Father who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name, thy kingdom come thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven, give us this day our daily bread, and forgive us our tresspasses as we forgive those who trespass against us, and lead us not unto temptation, but deliver us from evil, for thine is the Kingdom and the power and the glory forever. Amen. Loving God, we give you thanks for restoring us in your image. And nourishing us with spiritual food, now send us forth as forgiven people, healed and renewed, that we may proclaim your love to the world, and continue in the risen life of Christ.  Amen.  OUR WEBSITE: www.dailyradiobible.com We are reading through the New Living Translation.   Leave us a voicemail HERE: https://www.speakpipe.com/dailyradiobible Subscribe to us at YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/@Dailyradiobible/featured OTHER PODCASTS: Listen with Apple Podcast DAILY BIBLE FOR KIDS DAILY PSALMS DAILY PROVERBS DAILY LECTIONARY DAILY CHRONOLOGICAL  

Souvent attendus avec impatiente en fin d'année par les éleveurs et les cavaliers, les indices sont le reflet d'une saison sportive, d'une carrière ou d'une génétique. Cependant, ils ne sont pas toujours bien compris et certaines informations peuvent « disparaitre » lors de la reprise des indices notamment sur les réseaux. Dans ce podcast, Margot Sabbagh, ingénieure développement génétique et sélection à l'IFCE, abordera 5 grandes questions autour de l'indexation afin de mieux vous permettre de comprendre les indices qu'ils soient sportifs ou morphologiques.→ Quelles sont les différences entre les indices de performances et les indices génétiques ?→ Qu'est ce qu'un bon indice de performances ?→ Qu'est ce qu'un bon indice génétique ?→ Que signifient les chiffres entre parenthèses qui accompagnent les indices ?→ Un bon indice de génétique garant-il un bon indice de performance ? Autant de questions auxquelles nous allons tenter de répondre dans ce podcast.Pour aller plus loin :• Infochevaux - Accéder aux indices des équidés• Fiche équipédia – Sélection et indices • Podcast - Ép. 53 | Tout comprendre sur la génomique chez le cheval – Margot Sabbagh • Webconférence – Chevaux de sport : les indices deviennent génomiques !Si vous souhaitez en savoir plus sur le sujet, rendez-vous sur notre site internet equipedia.ifce.fr où vous trouverez tous les travaux de nos experts. Vous pouvez aussi nous rejoindre sur notre groupe Facebook équipédia, sciences et innovations équines pour plus de contenus. Pour ne manquer aucun épisode, abonnez-vous, partagez, commentez et n'hésitez pas à laisser 5 étoiles sur Apple Podcasts et Spotify.Hébergé par Ausha. Visitez ausha.co/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

Créé à la suite des accords de Paris, en 2016, le Label ISR certifie les investissements socialement et écologiquement responsables. Dix ans plus tard, Michèle Pappalardo, présidente du comité du label, revient sur l'impact qu'il a eu sur la transparence dans la finance. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- SMART IMPACT - Le magazine de l'économie durable et responsable SMART IMPACT, votre émission dédiée à la RSE et à la transition écologique des entreprises. Découvrez des actions inspirantes, des solutions innovantes et rencontrez les leaders du changement.

Les réactions des chroniqueurs en plateau, après le tirage au sort de la phase de poule du prochain Mondial. Quel sort pour les équipes africaines ? Quid des Bleus pour la dernière compétition de Didier Deschamps ? Les Cartons Vidéo ! Vos coups de cœur, vos coups de griffes… ainsi que ceux de nos consultants.   Autour d'Annie Gasnier: Rémy Ngono, Xavier Barret, "El jefe" Alejandro Valverde et Antoine Grognet. Chef d'édition : Saliou Diouf Technique/Réalisation : Guillaume Buffet Réalisation vidéo : Souheil Khedir et Yann Bourdelas.

Les réactions des chroniqueurs en plateau, après le tirage au sort de la phase de poule du prochain Mondial. Quel sort pour les équipes africaines ? Quid des Bleus pour la dernière compétition de Didier Deschamps ? Les Cartons Vidéo ! Vos coups de cœur, vos coups de griffes… ainsi que ceux de nos consultants.   Autour d'Annie Gasnier: Rémy Ngono, Xavier Barret, "El jefe" Alejandro Valverde et Antoine Grognet. Chef d'édition : Saliou Diouf Technique/Réalisation : Guillaume Buffet Réalisation vidéo : Souheil Khedir et Yann Bourdelas.

Struggling to keep up with fast-moving consumer trends? Unsure how to use AI and real-time data to make better decisions in retail or marketing? In this episode of Marketing in the Madness, Katie Street sits down with Ian Davis, CPO at Quid, to reveal how leading brands are using AI-powered consumer and market intelligence to understand what customers want right now and what they'll want next. You'll learn: - How retailers can use AI to predict trends for 2026 and adjust merchandising in days - How to turn social data into real customer insight, not just mentions or sentiment - Why most brands still get AI wrong, and the simple way to avoid bad or outdated data - The biggest consumer behaviour shifts emerging for 2026, from “blind gifting” to “Ralph Lauren Christmas” - And much more! Enjoying the episode? Click subscribe so you never miss the conversations shaping the future of marketing, tech and brand growth. Connect with us: Ian Davis https://www.linkedin.com/in/iandavisuk/ Katie Street  https://www.linkedin.com/in/katiestreet/ https://www.instagram.com/streetmate/ Marketing in the Madness  https://www.linkedin.com/company/marketing-in-the-madness-podcast/ https://www.instagram.com/marketinginthemadness/ Street Agency https://www.linkedin.com/company/streetagency/ https://www.instagram.com/street.agency/

L'UFC a officialisé ses 2 premiers gros événements pour 2026 et le résultat est loin des attentes qu'on pouvait avoir ! Pas de Topuria, pas de Gane ou Aspinall et des affiches assez discutables de par leur cohérence sportive. Topuria out, l'UFC fait-il n'importe quoi en annonçant Paddy vs Gaethje ? Quid de Tsarukyan ? Chez les Featherweight, Diego Lopes va à nouveau avoir sa chance face à Volkanovski au détriment de Movsar Evloev et Lerone Murphy. Ce choix est-il logique ? L'UFC a-t-elle déçu ses fans ou les gens avaient-ils trop d'attente ? Le mérite sportif existe-t-il encore à l'UFC ?

Invités :Véronique Jacquier, journaliste.Olivier Benkemoun, journaliste politique.Alain Madelin, ancien ministre.Éléonore Caroit, ministre déléguée chargée de la francophonie.Hébergé par Audiomeans. Visitez audiomeans.fr/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

Jenny Li Fowler sits down with Matt Gerrish from Quid to uncover how the Rival IQ + Quid 2024 Higher Education Social Media Engagement Report comes to life. From understanding what drives rankings to exploring why some schools dominate year after year, Matt gives listeners a peek behind the data curtain. This episode is packed with insights on engagement strategy, platform prioritization, and content tactics that lead to top-tier social media performance. If you're wondering how your institution can climb the rankings—or even make the list—this episode is a must-listen.2024 Higher Ed Social Media Engagement ReportGuest Name: Matt Gerrish is an Outcomes Engineer & Strategist at QuidGuest Social: LinkedInGuest Bio: Matt Gerrish is an Outcomes Engineer & Strategist at Quid, where he has been helping customers uncover data-driven insights across Quid products (including Rival IQ) for nearly three years. Prior to that, Matt worked as a social media manager in higher education for 10 years, leading social media efforts at Utah State University and Weber State University, propelling USU to Top 5 rankings on Rival IQ's Higher Education Social Media Engagement Report for three straight years. Matt then made the jump to Quid, and enjoys helping with the creation of the same annual report he looked forward to reading every year.Matt has also served as a social media consultant for various education and sports-related organizations in Utah, including the Utah High School Activities association, the Utah School Boards Association, and the Larry H. Miller Utah Summer Games. Matt earned a master's degree in Professional Communication, and previously worked as a journalist for four years before transitioning to higher-ed. Matt has also served as an adjunct professor in Weber State University's Department of Communication, teaching classes on new media, social media campaigns, and interpersonal & small group communications. He currently lives in Roy, Utah, with his wife, Jen, and his two sons, ages 12 and 9. - - - -Connect With Our Host:Jenny Li Fowlerhttps://www.linkedin.com/in/jennylifowler/https://twitter.com/TheJennyLiAbout The Enrollify Podcast Network:Confessions of a Higher Ed Social Media Manager is a part of the Enrollify Podcast Network. If you like this podcast, chances are you'll like other Enrollify shows too! Enrollify is made possible by Element451 — The AI Workforce Platform for Higher Ed. Learn more at element451.com. Hosted by Simplecast, an AdsWizz company. See pcm.adswizz.com for information about our collection and use of personal data for advertising.

Parce qu'autant les yeux, il n'y a pas débat : ce sont des organes essentiels. Les cils aussi sont importants, on le sait, ils protègent les yeux de la poussière, du sable et toutes les petites particules. Quid des sourcils ? Pourtant, ils ont un rôle essentiel pour plein de raisons. Eux aussi protègent nos yeux. Ils forment deux barrières de poils et font barrage à la sueur de notre front et agissent comme des gouttières. Ils font aussi office de coussinets pour protéger nos arcades sourcilières proéminentes en cas de choc. Mais leur plus grand rôle est social. Ça peut sembler assez fou, mais ils ont un rôle essentiel dans la reconnaissance faciale. Dans "Ah Ouais ?", Florian Gazan répond en une minute chrono à toutes les questions essentielles, existentielles, parfois complètement absurdes, qui vous traversent la tête. Hébergé par Audiomeans. Visitez audiomeans.fr/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

The Time Riders: Part 15 Modern Servitude Compared To Ancient. Based on a post by BiscuitHammer, in 16 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels. Mooredale Secondary. Becky was pinching her eyes as she listened to one of her students try to explain how light was both a wave and a particle. He was saying 'umm...' so often that she began to think she was listening to the Prime Minister. Well, that wasn't fair, the PM was a Gen X'er, it was kind of their thing and all of them did it, with a few notable exceptions. "Thank you, Cory, please sit down before you hurt yourself," she sighed, sitting up straight while the students all snickered at Cory. He sat, blushing. Becky put her glasses back on. She didn't need them, but she thought it helped with the image she meant to convey. "People, I gave you this assignment over two weeks ago, and you need to be able to articulate this on your final exam. Does anyone know how to answer this question?" Becky groaned inwardly when Gina Felton put her hand up. She gestured resignedly for the student to stand. "Light acts or can be measured as a particle or a wave depending on when and how you try to observe it," the smarmy student began. Becky, along with most of the students, just shut their eyes. The bell didn't ring soon enough for Becky's liking, but she needed to get these twerps out of here. "Don't forget, assignments on radiation due tomorrow!" she called after them while they all hurried out of the classroom. She wished she actually kept a bottle of whiskey in her desk drawer sometimes. Mark had avoided looking at her as he left, as if trying to dodge a velociraptor. Thank God she couldn't get out of eventually giving him a passing grade, because he definitely didn't deserve anything more than a Z-minus. "Another day with the peerless minds of the future?" she heard Kay drawl from the door. "Don't worry, babe, moron students have always been a thing. Do you know about a TV show called 'Welcome Back, Kotter'?" "Yeah, I used to watch reruns of it with my dad was I was little," Becky sighed, shaking her head. "These kids aren't funny enough to be Sweathogs, though." "Maybe, but you get through to the ones that count," the older woman said, strolling in and pulling a chair around to sit in backward, straddling the seat and resting her arms on the back. "They can't all be thick as shit, can they?" "Most of them are in your classes too, so you have the same info I do," muttered the blonde, removing her glasses and rubbing her temples. "They really took it out of me today, I can't wait to get back home so that Nanu can f' She pursed her mouth shut and stopped talking. She looked at Kay, who was smiling slyly. "I knew it," the teacher breathed, wagging a finger. "You do have something going on with Nanu, you're bi, Fischer." "Fine," Becky said, rolling her eyes. "It's preferable to having everyone thinking that I'm boffing Simmons in any event." "None of the gals would blame you," Kay said coyly, smirking. "Besides, if you're looking after that Nanu girl for the rest of her life, looking after you is the least she can do." "Gross, Kay," Becky said, frowning. "She didn't trade in being a slave to become a prostitute. I want her to thrive." "Just keep her from singing," laughed her co-worker. "Ya' gonna bring her out again to our next bitching fest?" "She'll want to go, as long as there's food and Zeppli," Becky said, standing now. She needed to get out of here. "We have a play date this Friday, actually, with my profs from university." "Oh, wow, you mean the Viking god and the zillionaire heiress you told us about?" Kay queried. "Lucky bitch. Can you take pics?" "Probably not the sort of visit one takes pics of, or at least doesn't share," Becky pointed out, gathering up her things from the desk. "It's going to blow Nanu away, I'm pretty sure." "Ya' wouldn't need to be Nanu the slave to be blown away, trust me," Kay pointed out. "In any event, don't forget the audit tomorrow. The suits are coming in to make sure we're teaching the right way and being inclusive about grades." "I am so fucked;” Becky grumbled, stuffing her cellphone in her purse. Home. "So what new and exciting things did you do today?" Becky asked as she sat Nanu down for dinner. They were trying meatloaf in gravy tonight, along with mashed potatoes and steamed carrots. Nanu was almost drooling as she looked at the food. "I tried some of your toys out," Nanu said, waiting while Becky put butter on the carrots. "I got scared and quit after trying to use one of them." "Let me guess, the egg?" Becky mused, smirking. Nanu nodded. "I thought that one might freak you out. Don't worry, I'll show you how to use all of them safely, and then you'll love them. What else did you get up to?" "I followed your instructions about using the lapp-topp," Nanu continued, poking the mashed potatoes with her fork. It smelled good, but looked like lumpy white shit. How strange. But Mistress had them on her plate too, so Nanu was clearly missing something. "I looked at pictures of Kana-da, and of Rome, and of my home;” "Rome probably doesn't look anything like you remember it," Becky said, sitting down finally and pouring wine for each of them. It was actually Falernian wine she'd brought back with Mark from their initial visit to Imperial Rome, where they'd first met Nanu. She intended to bring a bottle or two along for the playdate on Friday. Nanu nodded. "It is all ruins. The mighty Romans have fallen. They were not as strong as they thought. Who destroyed them, Mistress?" Becky shrugged as she began to eat. She had made sure Nanu could use her cutlery properly, and Nanu watched her for cues about how to proceed. "It was a slow decline, my love, over a few hundred years. But there were nomadic tribes called Huns who began the fall, and then the people of Germania finished it, the tribes you call Goths." Nanu made a face. "The tall, smelly straw-heads? They made Rome fall? Where are they today?" Becky didn't know quite how to answer that question. Did she talk about Germany and the Third Reich? Would that make sense to Nanu? Or the fact that they were the industrial engine of Europe? She almost laughed at the thought of trying to explain 'goth' subculture to Nanu. "What is this called, Mistress?" Nanu asked, masticating on a mouthful of food. She tapped with the fork at the steaming brown mass on her plate. "It's very good, if hot." "Meatloaf," Becky replied. "It's the ground-up meat of a cow and pig, held together with oats and egg, that baked in my oven. It's like a meat cake covered in gravy." "Gray-vee;” Nanu said, looking at the sauce curiously. It occurred to Becky that Nanu had no analogue for gravy in her own era, and Becky had no damn idea when gravy had been invented. She'd just ask two people she was certain would know when she saw them on Friday. She swore those two knew everything. "I like everyone we have met so far, Mistress," Nanu said, resuming eating. "Even Steve, after he let me try his fire chicken. That hurt so bad overnight, Mistress." "I know, baby, and he won't do it again," Becky assured her. "The next time you eat hot wings, it'll be because you like them and want to. He's probably just glad to know he's not on your grudge list." Nanu nodded. "I had an invideo list when I lived in Rome." "That doesn't surprise me," Becky chuckled. "You wrote down the names of people who pissed you off so that you take revenge one day?" "Well, no," Nanu admitted, blushing a little. "I was a slave, I didn't have a stylus or any parchment or things to write on. When I was mad at someone, or they hurt me and I was crying, I'd lie in my straw and I'd close my eyes and whisper their name into my palm to help me remember it." "Did that work?" "No, I usually forgot," the Egyptian girl grumbled. "My memory is shit." "I'm sorry," Becky said, snickering and trying to control herself. "I promise you, my love, I'm not laughing at you. You just have a funny way of saying things." Nanu sniffed indignantly and continued eating her food. At least food understood her and didn't mock her. Except for the burning chicken. She'd be whispering into her palm about it that night, for sure. Friday morning, finally. "Should I be nervous, Mistress?" Nanu asked while Becky was setting out her clothes, humming to herself. Nanu still didn't have the hang of coordinating her outfits, and left to her own judgement, she usually ended up looking like a crazy homeless person. Ergo, Becky was in charge of dressing her for when they went out. "Even I'm a little nervous, but I always am when I see my profs," the blonde told her, smiling. "It's been about three years since I last got together with them, we met up at a certain club. But I'm also feeling excited. I always have the time of my life when I'm with them." "You're the only person I know of who's ever felt that way about their teachers, then," Nanu said, sitting naked on the bed and watching. "Except for maybe M-ark, but he gets to fuck you." "Just wait until you meet my teachers, then," Becky replied, smiling slyly as she held up a shirt for Nanu to wear. Fifteen minutes later. "This is not the same direction we went to meet your other friends," Nanu observed, looking out the window as they drove. There were fewer of the giant buildings, the so-called 'sky-scrapers', and many of the domiciles were larger, more ornate, with larger spans of grass than at other houses she'd seen. "Do wealthy farmers live in these places?" Becky snickered. Since the area they were driving through was not overly urban, with buildings heaped on top of buildings, Nanu thought they were visiting a rural area. Affluent suburbs like this must have felt strange. "No, wealthy people live in places like this, but they're not farmers. These are like the villas of wealthy Romans, I guess, like the Flavians. They're politicians, lawyers, merchants;” "Do your teachers live here?" Nanu asked. "No, not quite," Becky said, still driving and wondering what Nanu would think when they reached their destination. "It's hard to describe, just wait and see." They continued driving until they turned onto the Bridle Path, and Nanu was gazing in wonder at all the endless trees that concealed the neighborhood from public view. They began passing houses, all of which were affluent, of course, but weren't much more impressive than the ones they'd passed to get here. Then they began reaching the oldest estates, and Nanu's eyes grew wide. The lots grew in size, and sometimes she almost couldn't see the houses. Endless grass and trees, and the houses Nanu could see were huge. Becky was feeling a tingle of excitement as she turned up a long, winding driveway, lined with trees. Some carefully arranged rocks at the entrance had the letters of a word carved into them, but Nanu only caught a glimpse of it as they turned. BLACKWELL "Was that word in the big letters a name, Mistress?" she asked. Becky nodded. She hadn't been here for some years. "The family name is Blackwell. This place is over a hundred years old." "Black; weh;” Nanu said slowly. Nanu was staring at all the trees and the extensive lawn with its topiary when Becky got her attention. "Here we are, darling." Nanu's eyes widened when she saw what they were approaching. The long, massive building was made of gleaming white stone, stretching a long way in either direction. A great fountain in the middle of the black road greeted them, and they circled around it to stop in front of the place. "I no longer think you are wealthy, Mistress," Nanu murmured, gaping out her window as Becky turned off her car, sitting still for several seconds and staring at the steering wheel. The blonde took a breath. "Okay; I'm ready;” "Quid est?" Nanu asked. Mistress had been speaking her dreadful En-gush. "Sorry, honey," Becky said, squeezing Nanu's hand. "I was just getting myself ready;” She got out of the car while Nanu tried to unbuckle herself. Becky came around and opened her door, letting Nanu out before they turned and walked up the short flight of marble stairs to the big white doors. Someone was already waiting for them, a serious-looking woman in grey clothes. "Is that one of your teachers?" Nanu asked quietly as she held Becky's hand. "She looks like a teacher." "Miss Fischer, welcome," the woman said, smiling and nodding her head. "I am Tatyana, seneschal for Mr. and Mrs. DeBourne." "Thank you, Tatyana," Becky said, coming up the stairs. "Please, call me Becky, and this is Nanu." "Hello, Nanu," Tatyana said, smiling. "Hi," Nanu said, remembering how to greet someone and holding up her hand to wave. "Nanu doesn't speak English, we communicate in Latin," Becky explained. Nanu figured her Mistress was telling the stern woman how she didn't speak En-gush, so she just listened quietly. "Then you will need to be my translator, since I confess that aside from English, I only speak Russian, and no Latin," Tatyana replied, gesturing for them to enter and then following. They stopped in the grand foyer, and Nanu was Uhking around, her jaw almost on the floor. "I'm sorry if we're early, I didn't want to compete with traffic," Becky confessed, handing the seneschal a bag in which she was carrying two bottles. "And I've always been terrified of being late where the profs are concerned, so better to be early. I brought some wine I thought they might enjoy." Tatyana nodded. "They are in a virtual conference call at the moment. I have standing orders to make you both as comfortable as possible until they greet you. Let me call the staff, and we'll get started." Nanu watched as the stern woman brought her wrist up to her face and spoke quietly into some device wrapped around it. She then put her wrist down and waited patiently. Nanu was still looking all around, as if her head was on a swivel. The ceilings were so very tall! Everything was white, with gilding. The giant staircase at the back of the entrance hall was flanked by two huge suits of armour, each of them holding a menacing weapon. Nanu resisted the urge to hide behind her Mistress. What kind of teachers were these? Soon, she heard people approaching, and then they were assembling behind Tatyana. When they'd all fallen into place, Tatyana began introductions. "Right, as you lot might have heard, Mr. and Mrs. DeBourne have some special guests today. "I would like to introduce Ms. Rebecca Fischer, and her friend, Nanu." "Welcome," they all said in unison, nodding, except for two women in strange black dresses trimmed in white, who did a graceful little bow that also bent their knees. "Miss Fischer, I'll let my people introduce themselves," Tatyana said, gesturing to the staff. Becky stepped forward, bringing Nanu with her, and she started at one end of the line. "My name's Dave, senior landscaper," the gruff looking man said, shaking Becky's hand. He was positively ancient by Nanu's assessment, bald on top with greyish hair on the sides of his head and his moustache and beard. He looked rugged and tough for a grandfather. Next up, she greeted a young and handsome black man. "I am Yolatunde, but please, call me Tunde," he said, shaking her hand. "I am the junior landscaper." "Please call me Becky," the blonde said, smiling. She felt Nanu tugging on her arm and looked down at her. "They have a Nubian slave?" the Egyptian girl asked, hardly able to keep the wonder out of her voice. Becky chose to not try and address this issue right now, and would simply have to see to it before Nanu said anything awkward. The woman she now stood in front of was tall, rangy and strongly built. She had her dirty blonde hair pulled back in a messy ponytail, and her denim overalls did little to hide her curves or her large bust. Her hazel eyes reflected her good-natured smirk. "Andrea, mechanic, plumber, and electrician for the estate." "Can I call you if I ever need my plumbing flushed?" Becky asked as she shook Andrea's hand, feeling something pass between them. Andrea laughed heartily. Yes, this girl would be fun indeed. Nanu seemed in awe of how imposing this woman's build was, not unlike a gladiatrix from Rome, but taller. "Glenda, estate chauffeuse," said another woman, smartly dressed in a grey outfit and wearing an odd little cap Nanu couldn't quite figure out. "If you need to go anywhere while you're staying with us, don't even think of driving yourself, I'll take care of it. It's how the bosses would want it." "Don't I know it," Becky laughed, moving down the line. She shook hands with Marie, a slight, frizzy-haired woman in glasses who was the botanist and gardener for the estate. She had a French accent, and Becky was relieved she'd kept up with her French, not only because she was afraid the profs would quiz her. "Hey, I'm Ari," said a smartly dressed young man with dark hair and eyes and tan features. He was handsome, for sure, but he gave off a gay vibe. "Cybersecurity for the estate. You won't mind if I lock your phone down while you're here, will you? For your own protection as much as anything. It's a good idea to be behind our firewall." "Do what you need to do, Ari, I know it's what the profs would want," Becky said, readily handing over her phone to him. Next in line was a sturdy woman wearing an apron and looking like she'd just come from the kitchen. "Theresa," she said pleasantly. "Estate chef and sommelier. The pleasure is mine, and just let me know what your culinary preferences are." "I'm willing to bet you're going to be Nanu's new favorite person," Becky replied, smirking down at Nanu, who heard her name but had no idea what was going on. She'd just have to wait for her Mistress to tell her. "Hi, I'm Trilby, senior housekeeper," said one of the women in the black dresses. She had light brown hair and was wearing strange things over her eyes. They reminded Nanu of the 'glasses' her Mistress sometimes wore, but these obscured the woman's eyes from view. "If you're staying' over, I'll be seeing to your sleeping arrangements." "Well, I doubt we are this time, but if that changes, you'll be the first to know," Becky said readily. She hadn't been to Blackwell Manor in some years, so the idea appealed to her. Lastly, they greeted an enthusiastic young woman, in another black outfit, but it was markedly different from the one the taller girl wore. This outfit was short and tight, and Nanu ended up staring right at the girl's big tits, which were in her face. Her legs were also visible, and if she moved just right, Nanu was sure she could see her undergarments. "Hi, I'm Valentina, junior housekeeper, but just call me Val," the girl chirped, smiling brightly. Her dark brown hair was worn in a bob, and her brown eyes radiated cheerfulness. Nanu wasn't certain but she also looked like she might have cat ears on top of her head. What was this creature? "Just call me Becky, please, I'm only Miss Fischer when I'm in trouble with your bosses," Becky said, shaking her hand. "And hopefully I'll manage to avoid that with the profs today." "That all depends on how you answer certain questions, Miss Fischer," Tatyana almost seemed to quip, making several staff members chuckle. What on earth was that about? She didn't like feeling paranoid around the profs. "Right," Tatyana announced, turning to look at her staff. "Carry on with your normal routines; if I have need of any of you, I'll call for you. Dismissed." Everyone nodded and then dispersed, leaving Tatyana with Becky and Nanu. The only other one who remained behind was Theresa, and she waited patiently. Nanu was once again, looking around the huge foyer, Uhking at everything. "Hopefully your hosts won't be detained too long," Tatyana said, checking her watch. "Perhaps some food or coffee while you're waiting?" Becky now looked down at Nanu. "Honey, Theresa here is the archimagirus for the estate. She is asking if you would like to eat while we wait for my teachers." The tiny girl nodded readily. Theresa smiled and bent over slightly, her hands on her knees. This girl Nanu was adorable! "Nanu, what would you like to eat?" Nanu figured out what was being asked, and she had her answer ready. "Ba-lo;” she said missing a beat. Theresa looked at Jenny for a moment. "Ba-lo?" "Bologna," Becky sighed, shaking her head. "It is, without question, her favorite food, believe me." "But I can make just about anything she likes," Theresa pointed out, seeming confused. "Why would she just want something as simple as that?" "We don't have taste buds like she does," Becky explained, while Nanu opened her mouth and pointed inside it, then smiled and licked her lips while rubbing her tummy. She looked like Nibbles the Mouse from old Tom and Jerry cartoons. "I think she's addicted to nitrates and preservatives, despite what havoc they wreak on her digestive tract. She was an actual slave where she comes from, so I'm pretty sure she has an iodine deficiency, she loves salt." "Oh, the poor thing," Theresa cooed, taking Nanu by the hand and leading her toward the small dining room. "In that case, I'll give her all the bologna she wants." "Ba-lo," Nanu said readily, willing to let this unknown person take her anywhere if she was going to get fed. Becky walked along behind, along with Tatyana, who watched intently. "A very interesting life you lead, Miss Fischer," the seneschal mused. "Tatyana, I wouldn't even know where to begin these days;” Becky sighed. Thirty minutes later. Nanu was still sitting at the table, eating happily and drinking milk while Becky and Theresa sat with her, the latter watching with no small amount of fascination. "Goodness, she can certainly pack it away for such a little thing," Theresa mused. "I daresay she might give the lord of the manor or his son Alex a run for their money. Does she have two hollow legs?" "She's not a slave anymore, so I stressed to her that she's always welcome to eat as much as she wants," Becky said, still feeling a certain morbid fascination in watching Nanu plow through everything she was offered. "Sometimes I just forget exactly what she's capable of." "Well, as long as she doesn't explode and poor Val and Trilby have to clean her up," Theresa said. "She ate that whole slab of organic bologna I brought out, and now she's killing my brisket." "And less than a week ago, she thought cow meat was a lowly peasant food," Becky sighed, eating her own croissant and having a coffee. It was still breakfast after all, but Nanu's metabolism knew no time zones. "I have yet to find a food she won't eat. She literally destroyed an entire pound of suicide wings the other night at a pub, even though it just about blew her head off. She's kind of relentless." "Good morning, Miss Fischer," said a very elderly gentleman in a clipped but friendly English accent as he entered the room. "It has been some years, hasn't it?" "Oh my goodness, Mister Winson," Becky said happily as she stood up and hugged the new arrival. Nanu even paused and looked up from her brisket to see what was happening. She put down her food and stood up, coming around the table now. She was trying to remember the manners Becky had taught her. Since she'd been a slave and had to stand when, well, anyone was in the room, it wasn't that hard for her to keep in mind. "It's so good to see you again, sir!" "It is good to see you as well, my dear, but please, call me Jordan," the man said, returning the hug. "I'm retired now, and simply a member of the family, so I'm told." "Okay, but call me Becky, then, or at least Rebecca," she replied, smiling up at him. She hadn't seen Jordan in many years, but he seemed the same as ever, crisp and dignified. She turned to Nanu and gestured for her to come closer. "Nanu, come here and say hello, this man is named Jordan." "Jor-dah," the tiny girl repeated as she walked right up to Jordan and hugged him, just as she'd seen her Mistress do. "Oh, hello," Jordan said, somewhat surprised by the greeting, but adapting to it readily. Theresa, who was standing nearby, couldn't resist letting out an 'Awe!' sound at the sight. "It's very nice to meet you, young lady." "Sorry, she doesn't speak English, we communicate in Latin," Becky explained as Nanu finally finished the hug. She helped Jordan sit while Nanu returned to her seat and continued showing the brisket who was in charge. "I admit, my conversational Latin is about as rusty as my joints, but I'll endeavor to make myself understood," Jordan said while Theresa served him some tea. They discussed Nanu's phony background for some time, with other staff members occasionally coming in and out. Nanu seemed very taken with Val's tits, and made no bones about it. Val giggled as Nanu bent over in her chair and tried to look up her skirt. Nanu seemed to have finally been sated when Tatyana came back into the room, smiling. "Your hosts are finally out of their meeting now and ready to receive you, Miss Fischer. If you would both please follow me;” Becky thanked Theresa for the food (Nanu hugged her), and then excused herself from Jordan before following Tatyana out of the informal dining room. They went back through the long halls, arriving at the grand foyer again. Tatyana then took them up the stairs. Nanu only tripped twice, because she was so busy Uhking at everything around her. Up to the third floor they went, and Tatyana led them toward a lounge. The seneschal stopped outside the room and nodded her head. "If you have any needs, Mr. and Mrs. DeBourne will make sure we see to them. It's been a pleasure, Miss Fischer." Becky nodded and watched as Tatyana turned and left. She took another deep breath and then took hold of the doorknob, opening the door and walking in, gesturing for Nanu to wait in the hall for a moment. The Egyptian girl nodded and stood still. "Rebecca Nightingale Fischer!" chimed a heavenly voice, making Becky squeal with delight. She trotted up and threw herself into the bronze-haired beauty's embrace, laughing in relief. How she'd missed these hugs. "It is so good to see you again, my dear!" "It's so good to see you both as well," Becky breathed, feeling her eyes sting at the sight of the two people who'd had more of an influence on her than anyone else in her life, her parents included. Karen DeBourne's hypnotic golden eyes shone with happiness. Next to her towered her husband, his electric blue eyes holding her spellbound. He cast a shadow over her, because he was so tall and so muscular. "I left Nanu in the hallway for a sec, just in case I started crying. May I get her?" The huge blond man nodded. Becky went back to the door and gestured for Nanu to come in, her smile a reassuring one. Nanu took her hand and came into the room, looking around, but a split second later, she dropped to her knees, her hands pressed to the floor and her head hung. She was almost shaking and they could hear her gasping and mumbling. "Nanu?" Becky said, very confused by the reaction. She got it; meeting The DeBournes for the first time, especially Michael DeBourne, could be intimidating, since he was almost seven feet tall and solid muscle. But this was a rather extreme reaction, and Becky hadn't expected it. "Nanu, are you okay?" Nanu kept mumbling, but she was trembling almost violently, refusing to look up. "You're speaking to her in Latin," the tall, bronze-haired woman said. Becky nodded. "She doesn't speak English, and I don't speak her native tongue, but she speaks Latin, so that's how we communicate," she said, still not at all sure what was going on. Was Nanu that frightened? "You said she's Egyptian, yes?" Karen asked. Becky nodded. Karen stepped forward slightly and then spoke. "Nanu, alraja' alwuquf." The tiny girl didn't comply with the request to stand, just trembling harder and still mumbling. "Well, she doesn't speak Arabic," Karen mused, her finger under her chin. Becky seemed at a loss, which did not go unnoticed by her hosts. She looked up at her husband. "Not Arabic." Mike nodded and took over, his voice deep and commanding. "Nanu, I want you to stand up." At hearing her native Coptic tongue, Nanu paused in her mumbling, going silent. She even stopped trembling. Slowly, very slowly, she pushed herself off her hands, getting to her knees and then rising to her feet. She resolutely kept her head down, though, looking at the floor. "Look up at us, Nanu," the huge man said. Nanu slowly lifted her head, and her light hazel eyes were brittle with fear, but also sheer awe. Her vision was filled with the sight of these two unfathomably tall and beautiful beings, the likes of which she had never conceived of. Even her Mistress was downright plain compared to them. Her mouth moved, but no sound came out. "So we need to speak Coptic to her and not Arabic," Karen concluded, observing the girl. "She must be from a very remote part of Egypt indeed." "Oh my God," Becky groaned in exasperation, looking at the ceiling and almost stomping her foot. "Am I the only person I know who doesn't speak this dead language?" Karen looked up at her husband. "Coptic, and not liturgically, and Latin. Rather odd, I daresay." She looked at Becky now. "That must be taxing for you both, needing to speak in Latin to make it in an English world." "You don't know the half of it, Lady Prof," Becky admitted. "I've never seen her react like that before, and she terrified of almost anything she can't eat." Karen now stepped directly in front of Nanu, knelt and took the tiny girl's hands in hers. Nanu's eyes snapped wide open at the contact, her pupils shrinking in little more than pinholes. "Nanu," Karen said softly, smiling as she spoke in Coptic. "Welcome to our home. I am so happy that you are here." Nanu heard Becky call out in panic while her eyes rolled up into her head and she crumpled to the floor. A few minutes later. "Well, you weren't kidding about the extreme reaction to things," Mike mused as he and Becky watched while Karen was sitting on the long chesterfield with Nanu lying on her, the Egyptian girl's head in her lap. She hadn't quite come to yet, and Karen was stroking her hair gently. "Any idea what that was about?" Becky was somewhat reticent to answer, since she wasn't even sure what to say. She finally decided that she needed to be honest. "I; well, this is going to sound ridic, but I think she thinks you're gods." Karen looked up from the couch, one of her eyebrows raised. "You're right, Rebecca, that does indeed sound 'ridic'. What impossibly remote corner of Egypt could she possibly come from where polytheistic beliefs still hold sway?" "It's; hard and weird to explain," Becky confessed rather lamely. At that moment, Valentina came in, and she was holding a small silver tray with an array of food on it. She handed it to Mike, curtsied, and exited the room. The huge man brought the tray to his wife, who examined the contents for a moment before picking up a rolled-up piece of Theresa's homemade bologna. She held it under Nanu's nose. "Even better than smelling salts," Becky muttered as she heard Nanu sniff something, and even before she'd opened her eyes, she leaned forward enough to take the proffered meat in her mouth. "Ba-lo;” she said somewhat dazedly, chewing away. Becky and Mike watched as Nanu ate the bologna while Karen just stroked her hair. It was some moments before Nanu looked up and realized where she was, scrambling off her host's lap, and prostrating herself on the floor, trembling and mumbling again. Karen and Mike looked at one another while Becky sighed and bent down to gently haul Nanu to her feet. She still wouldn't look at them, though. "We didn't mean to interrupt, Rebecca, please resume," Mike said. "Why does she think we're gods?" Here we go. "Well, she's never seen anyone quite like either of you, physically," Becky began. "And where she's from, there's' She felt a little tickle in her throat and she coughed rather harshly. "Are you quite all right, darling?" the gorgeous matriarch asked, curious. "Sorry," Becky rasped, waving it off. "I felt the tickle earlier in my throat when I was drinking coffee. Your chef Theresa put chicory in it, didn't she?" "She's been known to, yes," Karen confirmed, nodding. "Do you have an allergy?" "A very mild reaction, but sometimes it can flare up," the blonde said, puzzled. "Anyway, I' She paused to take another breath, her throat was still scratchy. The more she wanted to say something, the more she felt the itch. What on earth? "Could I; possibly borrow a piece of paper and a writing implement?" she asked. Karen walked over to a small credenza in the corner and returned with a small steno pad and pencil. Nanu was still staring at the two terrifying and wondrous beings, her mouth dry and her eyes rather wet. Karen handed the paper and pencil to Becky, who tried to write something. The tip of the pencil broke off. Karen tilted her head for a moment and then returned to her desk, coming back with a fountain pen, offering it to her guest. Becky pressed it to the paper, but the ink just spilled out of the tip, flooding the small square of paper. "Goodness," Karen said, quickly ducking low and putting another, larger page of paper she'd brought back under the steno pad, catching any ink that rolled off and threatened to stain her priceless rug. "Michael, perchance can Rebecca use your Rubus? I left mine back in the office." The giant man pulled his phone out of his jeans pocket and handed it to Becky, having unlocked it. Karen had already carefully taken the steno pad and fountain pen from her guest, walking them over to a small waste basket to safely dispose of them. Becky intended to use the text or document function to explain herself, but Mike's device winked out. "I think the battery just died," she said, handing it back to him. "Entirely." "What did I tell your father about having these batteries made in Guangzhou?" Mike asked as he looked down at his wife while putting the Rubus back in his pocket. "They skimp on the lithium, meaning the wiring degrades at least fifty percent more quickly." "Duly noted, your lordship," Karen sighed, shaking her head. "Yet another thing to bring up to the board at the next meeting. New batteries from elsewhere will mean tweaking the programming. That will cause some grumbling. I'm sorry, Rebecca, you were saying?" Becky seemed somewhat irked. She walked over to one of the window looking out over the back lot and leaned in, breathing on it. She'd try to write it there. Surely condensation would be her friend? "Those windows are thermochromic, my dear," Karen mentioned, still watching. "Not only are they slightly warm, but they have a coating on them that prevents condensation buildup, generally." "Nanu?" Becky called, snapping the smaller girl out of her trance. Nanu glanced at her Mistress and Becky beckoned her over with a finger. The blonde down and whispered in her ear. "Nanu, please tell them that you are from Imperial Rome." "No," Nanu whispered back, shaking her head and sounding very nervous. "They won't believe me, and they'll punish me. Please, Mistress, don't make me do it;” "Rebecca," Mike called over, his deep voice commanding but also kind and reassuring. "There's no need, just come back over here, please." Becky stood up and returned to stand with her professors again, holding Nanu's hand. The Egyptian girl had gone back to averting her gaze, looking at the floor. They both just stood there, as if letting school headmasters assess them. "She can't tell us," Karen mused aloud, but obviously talking to her husband. "It almost defies Bohm Interpretation." Becky had heard the term, but had no idea what it meant in this context. They weren't talking to her in any event. She just listened and waited. "The harder she tries, the more it hurts, and any attempt is stymied," Mike agreed. "Things that seem completely coincidental are all entangled. Who knew about the chicory?" "And we happened to be in the lounge where we installed some of the first thermochromic windows," Karen added. "No chance for condensation and finger-writing." She looked back at the waste basked. "Damn, I really liked that pen, too." Holy shit, Becky thought, almost shuddering at a realization. Am I encountering time lock? I'm not allowed to tell them? Will the fucking universe kill me before it lets me? There was something so inherently unfair about this in her eyes. Not that she couldn't tell them, but the fact that Mike and Karen DeBourne, two of the most amazing people and gifted physicists walking the planet, were not meant to know about her time traveling. The two people she desperately wanted to share this with more than anything, and it wasn't meant to be. When she looked up at them, she felt a stinging in her eyes. "I'm; I'm sorry," she said, her voice trembling. "Will you hate me if I ask you to stop inquiring about Nanu and myself?" She sighed in relief as Karen stepped forward and pulled her into a warm embrace. She may have been disappointed, but at least she could stop trying, for now. Nanu looked up when she felt the movement, seeing her Mistress being hugged. Her eyes went wider than dinner plates when she saw the goddess with the golden eyes take her Mistress' face in her hands and then kiss her, deeply. The giant god with the golden hair and the eyes the color of the sea reached down and kept her from falling on her ass as the strength left her legs. She goggled up at him, stunned beyond speech as he smiled down at her. Slowly, Nanu turned her head to look over at her Mistress again, who was still kissing the tall, bronze-haired goddess. It was no chaste or even reverent kiss, it was; lewd, it was. Becky groaned as Karen's tongue began to tangle with hers. Nanu gasped in utter shock. Was her Mistress tongue-fucking the goddess? Nanu let out an unintelligible sound of confusion, and this caused Karen and Becky to finally break the kiss. Still holding one another, they looked over and down at her, smiling warmly. "She seems overwhelmed," Karen mused. "She's never seen anyone kiss a goddess before," Becky said, smirking. "Not even me. That sure got her attention. I give it three seconds before her competitive jealousy kicks in." "Well, it won't do to have jealous guests in my house," Karen chimed, her voice music in Nanu's ears. The Egyptian girl had heard those lovely tones once before, during a conversation over her Mistress' magic talking box a few days ago. Mistress had been speaking to the goddess! The god and goddess were Mistress' teachers she was referring to! "And here we go again," Becky sighed as Nanu wilted in Mike's arms, seeming to faint for a second time. And probably not the last time today. A little bit later. Nanu was sitting on the giant bed, in the giant room, looking around. She seemed to have not noticed that she was completely naked, as was Becky, who had just finished undressing. The room was unlike anything she had ever seen or even conceived of. "The gods sleep in here?" she asked in a tiny voice. There we have it, Becky realized. She really does believe they're gods. Then again, I was the tallest woman she'd ever seen before she met Karen. And Mike, well; what do I do about it? Do I try to persuade her that they're not gods? That could take forever, and she'll fight it. I can't encourage it, so maybe just leave it and let her work it out for herself? Working things out for herself seemed to be Nanu's MO, so that what Becky decided on. She finally nodded. "They sleep here, yes." "You were kissing the goddess," Nanu breathed, looking at Becky in wonder. "She was kissing you. Mistress, have you; have you fucked these gods before?" Becky just nodded again. Nanu thought about that, her eyes roaming over the expansive floor in front of her, and then at her own naked body. "And I; do these gods intend to fuck me?" This brought a smile to Becky's lovely face. "If that is what you desire, my love. I told you several times this past week, we came to have fun with my teachers, and having sex with them was actually what I meant." "Your teachers are the gods themselves," Nanu murmured. "Are all teachers gods in your world?" "Not even close," Becky said, shaking her head. "But nobody had a bigger influence on my life and who I became than these two." "Well of course, they're gods," reasoned the Egyptian girl, almost frowning because she felt strange explaining the perfectly obvious to her Mistress. "What; what happens if I fuck these gods?" "Well, you cum, probably harder than you ever have in your life," Becky replied. "What did you expect to happen?" "I won't become a god myself?" Nanu asked. "I haven't yet." "What if I let the sun god cum in me?" pressed the former slave-girl. "Will I have a demigod childlike Hercules, who the Romans worshipped?" Becky just laughed and pulled Nanu to her feet. The smaller girl seemed justifiably hesitant, but Becky led her over to the large door off to one side of the room and into an enormous and sumptuous bathing chamber. Nanu's eyes were everywhere, trying to take it all in, but she stopped dead upon seeing who awaited them. It was the gods, and they were also naked. The goddess, the one her Mistress referred to as 'Karen', was a glorious sight to behold. She was even taller than Mistress, and her tits were larger, standing proudly on her chest. They were each as large or larger than Nanu's head. Her body was flawless, with a single strip of trimmed coppery hair crowning the mound just over her cunt. She had the same long dancer's legs that Nanu did. Her golden eyes were intimidating and at the same time very welcoming. Whoever she was looking at just had to choose which was applicable to them. Nanu trembled almost in fear at the sight of the god, though. He was immeasurably tall to her, she barely reached his chest. He was more powerfully built than any man or even statue she'd ever laid eyes on, with muscles bulging everywhere. He had a small waist under his huge torso, and his cock was frighteningly large, even though it was soft. The muscles of his legs were bigger around than Nanu's chest. Had her Mistress really fucked that god? Had she really fucked that cock? His eyes were the color of a fearsome sea, but they were looking at her now with a kind expression she found strangely comforting in one who must have been a god of war and conquest, not just a sun god. "Has Nanu experienced a hot tub yet?" Karen asked, smiling pleasantly. "Nope," Becky replied, shaking her head. "Not on my watch, anyway. I don't think they had the ability or technology where she comes from." "Be frank about this next question, Rebecca," the goddess continued, gesturing to the large tub set into the floor. "Will she want to participate in our planned debauchery?" That made Becky laugh. "Trust me, Lady Prof, once she decides she's in, there'll be no stopping her. She's a complete sex fiend, it's kinda scary. Honestly, we should just dive into it, and she'll watch until she feels left out, and then insist on getting involved." "Excellent," Karen said as she let her husband escort her into the tub. "Shall I see to Nanu while you give my husband his due greeting?" "Never thought you'd ask, Lady Prof," Becky breathed, heading to the tub and clambering in. She had Nanu by the hand, but the smaller girl seemed hesitant. Becky released her and went to Mike, slipping into his titan arms. Karen, meanwhile stood in front of Nanu, smiling at her. "Come, Nanu," the goddess said in Latin, holding out her arms. "Come to me." Trembling but unable to disobey, Nanu stepped forward and put her hands in the goddess'. She allowed herself to be led down into the humming, churning water, her eyes still fixed on Karen's. Whereas the water reached Karen's waist, it was almost up to Nanu's tits when she was standing in the center. She felt the warm water bubbling around her, and it would have fascinated her if she hadn't been held by the gaze of the goddess. "Do you want me to kiss you?" Karen asked. Nanu nodded almost imperceptibly, her heart thundering in her chest. Karen pulled her close, until their tits were squashed together. Nanu's eyes went wide as the goddess pressed her soft lips to hers, kissing her deeply. Nanu's eyes closed now, and she slowly brought her hands up to embrace the deity. It was unlike anything she'd ever felt before, even with her Mistress. Her mind just melted away. She felt her tongue tangling with the goddess', and realized she was actively kissing Karen back. Mistress had already told her that they'd come here to fuck these two, these gods, who were apparently her teachers. As much as she revered Re-be-kah, she seemed to have underestimated her still, since not everyone was allowed to fuck gods. And she was now allowed to? Nanu began to kiss back harder, surrendering to her innate desire and eagerness. She felt her tits pressing into the goddess', her nipples jabbing and scraping, getting very hard. The goddess slowly moved backward, taking Nanu with her, until she was sitting down, and pulled Nanu into her lap. Nanu rested on her thighs as they kept kissing, tongues exploring and tangling. Nanu whimpered in pleasure as Karen's hands began to roam around her body, caressing and exploring. The kiss broke long enough for them to look into one another's eyes, and Nanu was almost panting, a long string of glistening saliva drooping between their tongues. She felt the goddess' hands reach her ass, taking hold of her cheeks and squirming. Karen smiled and spoke in that enchanting voice. "Do you want to play with my tits, my dear?" Nanu nodded and leaned back just far enough to see the goddess' tits, which were larger than even Mistress'. Nanu couldn't remember ever seeing tits so big on any woman, unless they were enormously fat and floppy. This was something totally different, and Nanu was enthralled by the sight that awaited her. These divine tits were large and full, soft and firm, standing up and with dusky nipples begging to be kissed and sucked on. And Nanu would oblige. "Hmm, very nice," the goddess purred as Nanu leaned down and took one of the nipples inside her mouth, sucking and swirling her tongue around it. Karen gently clasped and cradled Nanu's head, letting her experiment. She felt the tiny girl bit and tug gently, which gave her a shiver. "You must enjoy making love to girls, yes?" she asked in Latin. Nanu just nodded, enveloped in this being's warm arms, almost feeling like she was suckling. She remembered practicing with her sister Kiya so very long ago back in dusty little Akhmim. She never could have guessed she'd be doing it now on a goddess. Her eyes opened as she heard a moan come from nearby, a moan she recognized as that of her Mistress. She looked over and stared dumbly, somehow remembering to keep suckling while watching Re-be-kah servicing the war god. Mistress was on her knees in the tub, while the god was leaning back against the edge, and she had his enormous, hard cock in her hand. She stroked the shaft while her lips were sealed around it, and she was bobbing back and forth, making an effort to push farther down its length with each movement. Nanu seized up and groaned as one of the goddess' hands glided down her body and under her ass, finding her cuntlips and stroking gently. "She looks good doing that, doesn't she, Nanu?" the goddess asked, smiling slyly. She stroked gently along her lover's nether lips, teasing her and making Nanu tremble in her lap. Nanu was having a hard time remembering to keep sucking and licking, but she somehow endured. "Would you like to try?" Nanu was whimpering, but she nodded. "Tag, DeBourne," Karen said, reaching out her hand to touch Mike's. "Nanu wants a whirl at the beast." "Do you mind, Rebecca?" the giant man asked, looking down at the woman currently pleasuring him. "Hmm, not at all, sir," Becky replied, popping her mouth off and smiling up at him, still stroking with her hand. "Don't want my jaw to get sore too early, after all." She stood and moved back, while Karen peeled Nanu off her lap. Despite expressing a desire to switch, Nanu seemed nervous, and Becky knelt in the water and took her face in her hands, smiling gently and whispering against her lips. "It's okay, my love," she said. "This is part of your new world, after all." Nanu nodded and moved over to the war god while Becky took her place, sliding into Karen's lap. Unlike Nanu, she wasn't perched on it, but managed to slip one of her legs back behind Karen's ass, and soon their pussies were pressed together while they embraced one another. They smiled before resuming the kiss they'd shared in the study, but even more deep and passionate now. "Hmm, God, I've missed this," Becky mumbled, her tongue dancing wetly with Karen's. Their tits squashed, and they squirmed against each other, reconnecting. It had been too long since they'd made love. The last time they'd been able to meet up had simply been in a café, no chance to get naughty there. "We have too," Karen replied, exploring Becky's mouth. They remembered what the other liked, and their rhythm fell easily into place. "And you need to promise to visit more often, my love." "We will," Becky said, her heart fluttering. These two had meant so much to her. They'd first met her when she was simply a precocious teenager in high school, attending an institution they were considering sending their son to once he had left his Montessori. They'd been impressed by her grasp of science and had sponsored her readily, leading to many opportunities she might never have had, no matter how much her grades might have earned them. She even studied abroad for a few summers on their dime, going to Stanford, Oxford, and Lucerne. And then they'd made sure that she had a place at the university, and got into all the Science classes she desired. She had always had the biggest crush on them both, and by now she thought she was madly in love with them. She became their lover, even while they were her instructors. They opened her eyes to so many things. And they'd inspired her. She knew she wanted to teach young minds, to give those young people the same passion and opportunities she'd been given. Once she had her degree that allowed her to teach, she took a job at a local high school, and the place was happy to have her as their principal science teacher. It turned out to not be as much fun as she had anticipated, with teenage students proving boring and reticent. Some years of this had made her feel worn down. If it hadn't been for Mark and his Holmes Field Device these past few weeks, she might have simply droned on, feeling the passion for teaching fizzle out of her. And now she found herself back here, with Nanu, and everything seemed wonderful again. She pulled Karen tighter into her embrace, kissed her harder, and felt their cuntlips mingling and slithering beneath the foaming water. "Hmm, your breath still smells like roses," Becky panted as they made out and made love. "Those rose pastilles are so wonderful. Please let me lick you, please;” Karen nodded and they broke the kiss, with Becky sidling backward off her lap and getting on her knees. Karen now leaned back, resting her amazing ass on the edge and spreading her legs wide enough for Becky to kneel between them. She gazed in quiet delight at her professor's cunt, so wet and inviting, shaved completely smooth except for the tightly trimmed strip above, the lips perfect and even. Karen DeBourne was absolutely flawless. Becky leaned in and began kissing, wasting no time in pleasuring the older woman. She kissed and lapped, shivering as she remembered this taste. A memory of her first time doing this flooded back to her, and she reveled in the scent and slick arousal of her teacher-lover. She dragged her tongue up the twat before flicking it against Karen's nub, making her tremble and sigh, one of her hands coming to rest on the back of her former student's head. Nanu was frowning now, having gotten (somewhat) over her intimidation and was trying to massage the god's massive tool. Her fingers didn't even wrap around it, and she had to use both hands in a motion together to slide up and down its length. She leaned in and pressed the tip of her tongue against the swollen head, bewildered about how her Mistress had fit the damn thing

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Anne Ghesquière reçoit Edouard Fornas, spécialiste des compléments alimentaires et fondateur de Nutri&Co (épisode partenaire de la marque). Le collagène est-il vraiment un anti-âge miracle ? Quel collagène choisir ? Comment le prendre ? Sous quelle forme se supplémenter en magnésium ? Peut-on en prendre en continu ? Quels sont les bienfaits de la créatine ? Est-elle réservée seulement aux sportifs ? Quid de la fonte musculaire ? Y a-t-il des contre-indications ? Edouard Fornas nous éclaire sur ces compléments phares et nous livre ses meilleurs conseils pour une bonne santé. Épisode #642ATTENTION : ces informations ne remplacent en aucun cas une consultation chez le médecin.Quelques citations du podcast avec Edouard Fornas :"À partir de 25-30 ans, on a une déperdition inéluctable de notre capital collagène.""Le magnésium va être extrêmement utilisé pour venir tamponner le stress.""Quand quelque chose fonctionne pour vous, ne changez pas."À réécouter :Recevez chaque semaine l'inspirante newsletter Métamorphose par Anne GhesquièreDécouvrez Objectif Métamorphose, notre programme en 12 étapes pour partir à la rencontre de soi-même.Suivez nos RS : Insta, Facebook & TikTokAbonnez-vous sur Apple Podcast / Spotify / Deezer / CastBox / YoutubeSoutenez Métamorphose en rejoignant la Tribu MétamorphoseThèmes abordés lors du podcast avec Edouard Fornas :00:00Introduction02:00Présentation invité03:01Le quatuor de complément03:32Le parcours d'Edouard Fornas05:06À l'origine de Nutri&Co06:13Choisir un complément alimentaire07:19Qu'est-ce que le collagène ?09:48La science des biopeptides11:23L'effet du collagène sur la peau et les articulations12:57Quel collagène choisir ?18:06Un équivalent collagène végan ?20:27Collagène : en cure ou continu ?22:59Collagène & cosmétique24:18Un collagène plaisir25:16Poudre ou gélule ?26:20Avec quoi l'associer le collagène ?26:51Pourquoi une carence généralisée en magnésium30:38Les signes du manque en magnésium33:19Le magnésium dans les aliments34:07Quel magnésium choisir ?39:50Magnésium : en cure ou continu ?42:38Faut-il associer le magnésium à la B6 ?43:37La taurine45:03Comment installer une routine d'absorption ?46:39Le vrai-faux sur la créatine49:02Créatine et masse musculaire51:27Créatine : mémoire et concentration52:15La créatine dans l'alimentation52:55Le label "Creapure"54:08Créatine : quelle quantité prendre ?59:39Créatine : es contre-indications01:01:28Résumé des recommandations.01:03:043 autres actifs phares01:04:40La prise de sang idéaleAvant-propos et précautions à l'écoute du podcast Photo DR Hébergé par Acast. Visitez acast.com/privacy pour plus d'informations.

Les journalistes et experts de RFI répondent également à vos questions sur la sentence d'un ancien chef de guerre soudanais, la force internationale à Gaza et les tensions entre Washington et Caracas. Mbappé-PSG : un bras de fer à plus de 700 millions d'euros   Alors que Kylian Mbappé réclame 263 millions d'euros au Paris Saint-Germain devant le Conseil des Prud'hommes de Paris, son ancien club lui en demande 440 millions. Comment expliquer ces sommes colossales ? Un accord à l'amiable est-il encore envisageable ? Avec Baptiste Leduc, journaliste au service des sports de RFI.   Soudan : quelle sentence pour l'ancien commandant Janjawid Ali Kushayb ?   La Cour pénale internationale doit délivrer sa sentence contre Ali Kushayb, accusé de «crimes de guerre et de crimes contre l'humanité» commis en 2003 et 2004 au Darfour. Pourquoi le procès de cet ancien chef de guerre ne se tient que maintenant, plus de 20 ans après les faits ? Quel verdict la CPI pourrait-elle rendre ? Avec Stéphanie Maupas, correspondante permanente de RFI à La Haye.     Gaza : à quoi ressemblera la force de stabilisation internationale ?  Le Conseil de Sécurité des Nations unies a adopté une résolution reprenant le plan de paix de Donald Trump, qui prévoit le déploiement d'une force internationale dans la bande de Gaza. Quel sera son mandat ? Quid des pays contributeurs ? Pourquoi la Russie et la Chine se sont abstenues de voter alors que les deux pays soutiennent la cause palestinienne ? Avec Frédéric Encel, professeur en Géopolitique à Sciences-Po Paris. Auteur de «La guerre mondiale n'aura pas lieu: les raisons géopolitiques d'espérer» (éditions Odile Jacob).    États-Unis : vers un apaisement des tensions avec le Venezuela ?   Alors que les États-Unis poursuivent leur déploiement militaire au large du Venezuela, Donald Trump s'est dit prêt à parler avec son homologue, Nicolas Maduro. Pourquoi le président américain veut-il finalement engager un dialogue ? Est-ce un premier pas vers une désescalade militaire entre les deux pays ?   Avec Pascal Drouhaud, président de l'association LatFran, spécialiste de l'Amérique latine.

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Anthony Lye joined Quid 14 months ago to lead a complete business model transformation. With three decades in Silicon Valley including executive roles at Palantir, NetApp, Oracle, and Siebel Systems, Anthony has operated through every major technology disruption. At Quid, he's dismantling the traditional SaaS playbook—eliminating seat-based pricing, collapsing the software/services separation, and refocusing the entire company on delivering measurable business outcomes rather than analytics tools. In this conversation, Anthony explains why most SaaS companies will fail in the AI era, how Palantir's forward-deployed engineering model creates defensible value, and the specific mental models founders need to reimagine their businesses before disruption makes the decision for them. Topics Discussed How Silicon Valley's technology oligopolies turn over every five years  Why AI shifts technology from features to benefits for the first time  Quid's transformation from social listening SaaS to outcome-based insights delivery  The separation of software and services as a structural flaw in SaaS economics  How forward-deployed engineers at Palantir and Quid collapse the services layer  Why SaaS failed knowledge workers while email remained dominant Discontinuity theory and how oligopolies resist then capitulate to disruption  The "fired tomorrow, compete with yourself" thought experiment for strategy clarity  How to build executive teams as custodians rather than functional heads GTM Lessons For B2B Founders Collapse software and services into outcome delivery: Quid eliminated seat-based pricing and module sales, shifting from IT budget to labor budget by selling insights, trends, and actionable information directly. This repositioned the product from a tool requiring sophisticated data scientists to a team augmentation service protecting brand health and driving commerce decisions. The business model change fundamentally altered buyer, buying process, and deal economics. When your product requires customization or professional services to deliver value, you've identified a structural opportunity to collapse both layers. Deploy the "fired and competing" thought exercise: Anthony's mentor advised imagining your board fires you tomorrow and you immediately compete against your own company. List the three things you'd do on day one to win. Then ask why you're not doing those things now. This exercise cuts through organizational inertia and reveals the obvious strategic moves you're avoiding. The discomfort in your answers indicates where you need to act. Match decision velocity to execution needs, not comfort: Tom Brett at Menlo Ventures told Anthony to increase from 3-4 decisions weekly to 50. The forcing function prevents overthinking and eliminates "second guessing paralysis." Organizations need clarity and direction more than perfect decisions. Write down every decision, communicate it clearly, and publicly reverse course when wrong. This builds a culture where being decisive and correctable beats being slow and theoretically optimal. Recognize when your hypothesis expires: Quid's social listening thesis was correct initially, but markets evolved while the company didn't. The problem remained valid (understanding brand health, shopping trends, product innovation signals), but the SaaS tool-based solution became untenable as data complexity demanded sophisticated users, shrinking addressable market. Founders must distinguish between persistent customer problems and expired solution approaches. Your original hypothesis has an expiration date. Identify the ox that gets gored: Every deal requires customers to stop spending elsewhere. You must be 10x faster or one-tenth the cost to overcome status quo bias. Explicitly identify which vendor or budget line you're displacing, then validate your value proposition can actually displace it. Most startups fail this calculus and wonder why proof-of-concept success doesn't translate to procurement approval. Start with blank canvas, fail backwards to SaaS: When reimagining for AI, don't bolt features onto existing architecture. Begin with first principles about what customers actually want to accomplish, design that solution using current capabilities, then fall back to SaaS components only where necessary. 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Welcome to The Times of Israel's Daily Briefing, your 20-minute audio update on what's happening in Israel, the Middle East and the Jewish world. Military correspondent Emanuel Fabian joins host Amanda Borschel-Dan for today's episode. Hamas announced that the body of IDF officer Lt. Hadar Goldin, held by the terror organization since 2014, will be returned to Israel at 2 p.m. We learn about Operation Protective Edge, the Hamas operation to ostensibly recover Goldin’s body that occurred yesterday, as well as what’s happening with the 150-odd Hamas gunmen who are trapped in a tunnel in the same part of the southern Gaza strip in an IDF-controlled area. Military representatives on Saturday morning notified the family of Lior Rudaeff that his body was returned to Israel by Hamas and Palestinian Islamic Jihad on Friday night, after forensic experts completed their identification. Fabian describes what we know of Rudaeff's killing on October 7, 2023. Former military advocate general Maj. Gen. Yifat Tomer-Yerushalmi was hospitalized this morning. This comes a day after her elusive phone was discovered on a Tel Aviv beach by passersby. Fabian takes up the thread of the Hollywood-esque narrative about Tomer-Yerushalmi, who is accused of multiple crimes, including obstruction of justice. We also hear about Itai Ofer, who has been named as Tomer-Yerushalmi's replacement, and the obstacles he faces to secure the role. Defense Minister Israel Katz said Thursday he was “declaring war” on weapon smuggling via drones over the Egyptian border, instructing the military to declare a closed military zone in the area and the Shin Bet to define such attempts as terrorism. Fabian describes the uptick in smuggling and weighs in on the measures currently taken against it. Check out The Times of Israel's ongoing liveblog for more updates. For further reading: Hamas claims to recover body of Hadar Goldin, IDF soldier killed and abducted in 2014 war PM rules out granting safe passage to 200 Hamas gunmen stuck in IDF-held Rafah Body of Lior Rudaeff returned from Gaza; he died battling Islamic Jihad terrorists on Oct. 7 Ex-IDF legal chief sent to house arrest, as her missing phone is found in the sea Katz taps ex-Defense Ministry legal adviser as next military advocate general after scandal Katz orders IDF to declare Egyptian border closed military zone over drone smugglings Subscribe to The Times of Israel Daily Briefing on Apple Podcasts, Spotify, YouTube, or wherever you get your podcasts. This episode was produced by Pod-Waves. Check out yesterday’s episode here: https://youtu.be/fiPzmecX8RM?si=EhCcG0fiPRv16R9U ILLUSTRATIVE IMAGE: Troops investigate a Hamas attack tunnel in southern Gaza's Rafah, in a handout photo issued on August 23, 2024. (Israel Defense Forces)See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

FAKER. EIGHT. WORLD. FINALS.At this point, what more can you even say? The Unkillable Demon King has done it again — carrying T1 back to the Worlds Finals for an unbelievable eighth time. His plays were unreal, his reads were perfect, and his legacy just keeps getting stronger. You can never, ever count Faker out.Plus… is Quid really joining Team Liquid? The Dive crew reacts to the rumors and what it could mean for the LCS heading into next year.Timestamps:0:00 - Intro & Team Liquid Roster Rumors9:12 - Worlds Condensed Format16:38 - Semifinals: KT vs GEN40:44 - Semifinals: T1 vs TES50:06  - Nami's Usefulness in Pro-Play55:35 - The Game from T1's Point of View1:13:25 - The T1 System1:17:43 - Predictions for Finals

Après huit matchs disputés, l'heure est aux premiers bilans et aux trophées aussi honorifiques que symboliques de mi-saison. Sans aucun doute ni suspense, Jonathan Taylor est le meilleur joueur de cette première partie de saison.Quid du rookie offensif, du joueur offensif, du MVP du waiver ?Antoine Ajavon et Alexandre Lauque répondent à ces questions, et reviennent sur leurs pires et meilleurs conseils donnés depuis le début de l'année.Bonne écoute ! Hébergé par Acast. Visitez acast.com/privacy pour plus d'informations.

Le dernier Masters 1000 de la saison est sur le point de démarrer ! A partir de cette année, changement de lieu, direction Nanterre et Paris La Défense Arena. Mis à part Djokovic forfait, le plateau est somptueux et le suspens total puisqu'il reste 5 places à délivrer avant le Masters de Turin. Absent depuis son titre à Tokyo, Carlos Alcaraz fait son retour, Jannik Sinner, est lui bien présent. La finale est-elle connue d'avance ? Une surprise peut-elle arriver ? Quid de nos français ? Nos prédictions dans "Sans Filet". Dans la 2e partie, on évoquera les tops et les flops… avec une flopée d'abandons et de forfaits à Bâle et Vienne puisque Auger-Aliassime, Shapovalov et Griekspoor n'ont pas passé les quarts de finale et on se projettera sur les pronos. Débats, tactiques et pronostics avec Romain Favril, Benoit Maylin et Julien Pichené

Et si le fist fucking était un art ? Découvrez une pratique qui allie plaisir intense et connexion spirituelle.Juan Carlos Garcia Berrio est le cocreateur de La Fistinière, sexotherapeute, praticien en massage californien, organisateur des soirées, formateur, coach et professeur à l'Ecole des Arts Sadiens.Dans cet épisode, vous allez nous entendre parler de :De ce qu'est le Fist-FuckingLes orifices utilisés Comme ça se pratique ? Et pour qui est-ce destiné ?Quid de l'anus. État et IncontinenceLes mises en gardes et risquesL'intégration du fist-fucking dans une relation Les bénéfices et les apportsLes sensations ressenties Pour retrouver mon invité.e :lafistiniere.comjuancarlosdelafistiniere.com empab.fr (site de bien-être)Ressources pour aller plus loin :Mon TEDx : Sexualité: existe-t-il une norme ? Pour prendre RDV, c'est ICI

Dans cet épisode de Long Live, je reçois Albane Reclus, coach en nutrition et autrice du livre Ma journée IG bas.Ensemble, on décode le vaste sujet du sucre et de l'alimentation à index glycémique bas (IG bas).Pourquoi certains aliments font-ils grimper notre glycémie plus que d'autres ?Faut-il vraiment se méfier du sucre ?Et comment trouver un équilibre entre santé, plaisir et simplicité au quotidien ?Albane partage avec clarté et pédagogie les fondamentaux scientifiques de l'index glycémique, explique la différence entre glucose, insuline et résistance à l'insuline, et livre une foule d'astuces concrètes pour éviter les pics de fatigue, les fringales et les déséquilibres.De mon côté je veux poser les questions que nous nous posons tous : faut-il encore croire aux “sucres rapides et lents” ? Quid des féculents, du pain, ou encore des fruits ?Et en fin d'épisode, vous entendrez, on fait le tri entre les aliments amis et ceux qu'il vaut mieux consommer avec modération.Savez-vous, par exemple, dans quel camp ranger la pomme de terre ?Un échange limpide, vivant et déculpabilisant — pour mieux comprendre le rôle du sucre, faire la paix avec son assiette et retrouver des repas équilibrés, sans prise de tête !Merci à WOJO, notre partenaire qui nous soutient en nous accueillant dans ses magnifiques locaux parisiens de Saint-Lazare !

Un président en fuite qui crie au coup d'État, un colonel propulsé chef de l'État à la tête d'un Conseil de défense nationale de transition (le CNDT), la Constitution suspendue, ainsi que plusieurs institutions clés. Seule l'Assemblée nationale a été maintenue. « Ce changement brutal suscite autant d'inquiétudes que d'espoirs, constate Midi Madagascar. Une nouvelle page de l'histoire politique de Madagascar s'ouvre. L'avenir dira si elle mènera enfin à la stabilité tant attendue. » En effet, pour l'instant, on est en plein « embrouillamini », pour reprendre le terme utilisé par Aujourd'hui au Burkina Faso. Et « pas évident que la solution réside dans un pouvoir kaki », pointe le quotidien burkinabé qui sait de quoi il parle. La GenZ dépossédée de son combat ? On en est donc au stade des questions. Madagascar Tribune s'interroge : « Comme d'habitude, cette nouvelle transition ne va-t-elle pas servir de gigantesque machine à laver pour procéder au blanchiment de casseroles et de parcours peu reluisants ? Quels sont les points communs avec les coups d'État militaires du Sahel ? Faut-il mettre sur le compte du hasard que quelques drapeaux russes soient apparus lors des manifestations de mercredi dernier ? « Il semble que la GenZ ait juste servi de marchepied, soupire Madagascar Tribune, et se soit fait déposséder de son combat. Pas nécessairement au niveau de la distribution de chaises, car elle n'en a jamais fait un objectif, mais plutôt dans les valeurs pour lesquelles elle a combattu. Il n'est pas évident, poursuit Madagascar Tribune, que la nouvelle nomenklatura (…) ait le profil parfait pour répondre aux aspirations des jeunes à la démocratie, à la bonne gouvernance, au respect de l'État de Droit et à la lutte contre la corruption. Certes, il faut les voir à l'œuvre avant de les juger. Mais sans vouloir citer de noms, beaucoup de ceux qui s'activent actuellement sur les podiums ou en coulisses (…) sont entièrement solidaires du parcours calamiteux de notre pays (…). » Petits arrangements ? L'Express, autre quotidien malgache, déplore en effet l'attitude de certains parlementaires : « Les politiciens sont en train de saborder la transition, affirme le journal, alors qu'il n'y a que le Capsat et la GenZ qui peuvent revendiquer la victoire. Des députés se sont “arrangés“ avec les militaires pour mettre en place un nouveau bureau permanent, des vice-présidents et exiger des avantages faramineux pour voter le budget à la prochaine session. Autrement dit, on reprend les mêmes et on recommence, s'exclame L'Express. Des mesures de précaution auraient dû être prises par le pouvoir de transition. (…) Alors qu'aucune structure politique n'est en place, qu'on ignore qui fait quoi, il y a des individus qui se croient influents et se permettent des prérogatives accordées nulle part. Si le CNDT n'arrive pas à neutraliser ces personnages, sa tâche sera ardue. » Deux ans de transition et après ? La situation politique à Madagascar est donc compliquée, voire confuse. Jeune Afrique s'interroge : « Combien de temps la transition va-t-elle durer ? Quand l'ordre constitutionnel sera-t-il rétabli ? Quelle sera la date des élections qui permettront aux Malgaches de voter pour leur président ? Devant le palais d'État, le colonel Randrianirina a annoncé une transition de “deux ans maximum“ sans que, pour l'heure, rien ne soit inscrit dans le marbre. Selon nos informations, une charte de la transition est en cours de rédaction et devrait être rendue publique dans les prochains jours, poursuit le site panafricain. Elle devrait contenir la durée de la transition avant de prochaines élections, la composition exacte du CNDT et la répartition des portefeuilles ministériels du futur gouvernement. » Quid des financements internationaux ? Et puis, autre point essentiel, souligne Jeune Afrique : « le nouveau pouvoir va également devoir convaincre les institutions internationales, de la Banque mondiale au FMI, de ne pas suspendre les financements indispensables au bon fonctionnement du pays. (…) C'est là une des principales urgences pour le colonel Randrianirina et ses hommes. Une suspension des financements serait une catastrophe pour l'État et pour les populations dont la survie en dépend largement, pointe le site panafricain. Selon plusieurs observateurs de la scène politique et entrepreneurs malgaches, si cette manne se tarissait brutalement, ce serait la porte ouverte aux mafias, qui pourraient proposer de soulager financièrement l'État en échange d'avantages exorbitants. C'est ce qui s'était passé en 2009 pour Rajoelina. »

Les vendanges, la récolte des olives ou des fruits et légumes, l'agriculture espagnole a recours à des dizaines de milliers de travailleurs saisonniers d'origine immigrée. Mais la mise en place de nouveaux contrats de quatre mois pour des étrangers qui viennent sur la péninsule et qui repartent ensuite chez eux, vient compliquer la donne. Pour tous les intérimaires étrangers, déjà sur place, souvent sans papiers, il s'agit ni plus ni moins d'une mise en concurrence qui vient les précariser un peu plus. Reportage à Lleida en Catalogne signé Elise Gazengel.     La transparence des comptes des élus suédois  À l'heure de l'épilogue de l'affaire Sarkozy, et des fonds libyens... Alors que l'ex-président français doit rejoindre sa cellule de prison lundi prochain (20 octobre 2025) à la Santé après sa condamnation pour association de malfaiteurs... Quid de la transparence des élus politiques chez nos voisins ? En Suède, elle est exemplaire, elle est même inscrite dans la Constitution... Certes, la justice estime qu'on peut encore améliorer le contrôle du financement des partis... mais comme l'a constaté notre correspondante Ottilia Ferey, n'importe quel citoyen peut d'un simple coup de fil consulter les comptes et les déclarations de ses élus.     En Estonie, le vote russe en question On vote pour les municipales ce week end en Estonie... le plus septentrional des pays baltes partage une de ses frontières avec la Russie... il abrite aussi une importante minorité russe et biélorusse, héritage de la période soviétique... Mais tous ceux qui n'ont pas obtenu leur passeport estonien seront cette fois interdits de vote... Les explications de notre correspondante dans la région Marielle Vitureau.     La chronique musique de Vincent Théval  À cheval entre la Serbie et la Californie, la musicienne Ana Popovic.

Les vendanges, la récolte des olives ou des fruits et légumes, l'agriculture espagnole a recours à des dizaines de milliers de travailleurs saisonniers d'origine immigrée. Mais la mise en place de nouveaux contrats de quatre mois pour des étrangers qui viennent sur la péninsule et qui repartent ensuite chez eux, vient compliquer la donne. Pour tous les intérimaires étrangers, déjà sur place, souvent sans papiers, il s'agit ni plus ni moins d'une mise en concurrence qui vient les précariser un peu plus. Reportage à Lleida en Catalogne signé Elise Gazengel.     La transparence des comptes des élus suédois  À l'heure de l'épilogue de l'affaire Sarkozy, et des fonds libyens... Alors que l'ex-président français doit rejoindre sa cellule de prison lundi prochain (20 octobre 2025) à la Santé après sa condamnation pour association de malfaiteurs... Quid de la transparence des élus politiques chez nos voisins ? En Suède, elle est exemplaire, elle est même inscrite dans la Constitution... Certes, la justice estime qu'on peut encore améliorer le contrôle du financement des partis... mais comme l'a constaté notre correspondante Ottilia Ferey, n'importe quel citoyen peut d'un simple coup de fil consulter les comptes et les déclarations de ses élus.     En Estonie, le vote russe en question On vote pour les municipales ce week end en Estonie... le plus septentrional des pays baltes partage une de ses frontières avec la Russie... il abrite aussi une importante minorité russe et biélorusse, héritage de la période soviétique... Mais tous ceux qui n'ont pas obtenu leur passeport estonien seront cette fois interdits de vote... Les explications de notre correspondante dans la région Marielle Vitureau.     La chronique musique de Vincent Théval  À cheval entre la Serbie et la Californie, la musicienne Ana Popovic.

Dave and Jeff this week tackle two fascinating articles in a portmanteau of Classical learning (Sahoney-Mahouter). First up, it's the 1911 article by famed philologist and New Testament scholar Alexander Souter. Examining the evidence, and building a cumulative argument, Souter argues that the Apostle Paul in all probability could speak the language  of Rome's seven hills. But how strong is his case, and where might it be vulnerable to pushback? Then after halftime, Anne Mahoney (Tufts Univ.) leads the show back on to the gridiron for some computer-aided analysis of what Greek and Latin forms are indispensable as to frequency, and which are more of a purple unicorn that can safely be shelved until the third or fourth semester. For language gurus, you won't want to miss the surprises here: vocative outranks dative? Present and perfect tense verbs constitute almost 75% of all Latin verb forms? Quid rei est? And, be sure to send in your own audio clips for episode 200 to join the fun.

PPC et Alexandre partent à la découverte de Sora 2, le nouvel outil d'OpenAI qu'Alexandre a pu tester en avant-première. Sora 2, c'est quoi ? Un générateur de vidéos ? Un mini TikTok boosté à l'IA ? Une app sociale déguisée ? On parle de tout ça et bien plus.Alexandre raconte comment il a généré une vidéo en 2 minutes 30, pour un résultat à 1,5 million de vues sur TikTok. Il détaille son processus, les ressorts de la viralité, les premiers codes culturels de la plateforme, mais aussi les dérives possibles : usurpation d'identité, dérives éthiques, pièges attentionnels, et la place grandissante d'une économie des avatars.Mais derrière l'exploit techno, des questions profondes émergent : qui contrôle ton image ? Quid du consentement, de l'effacement, de l'usage commercial de ta voix ou de ton visage ? Est-ce la nouvelle ère des deepfakes banalisés ?Un échange en droite ligne de ce que nous aimons explorer dans Connected Mate : les usages, les mutations, les enjeux culturels, et les zones d'ombre d'un futur déjà présent.Pour suivre les actualités de ce podcast, abonnez-vous gratuitement à la newsletter écrite avec amour et garantie sans spam https://bonjourppc.substack.com Hébergé par Ausha. Visitez ausha.co/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

1 And entering into a boat, he passed over the water and came into his own city.Et ascendens in naviculam, transfretavit, et venit in civitatem suam. 2 And behold they brought to him one sick of the palsy lying in a bed. And Jesus, seeing their faith, said to the man sick of the palsy: Be of good heart, son, thy sins are forgiven thee.Et ecce offerebant ei paralyticum jacentem in lecto. Et videns Jesus fidem illorum, dixit paralytico : Confide fili, remittuntur tibi peccata tua. 3 And behold some of the scribes said within themselves: He blasphemeth.Et ecce quidam de scribis dixerunt intra se : Hic blasphemat. 4 And Jesus seeing their thoughts, said: Why do you think evil in your hearts?Et cum vidisset Jesus cogitationes eorum, dixit : Ut quid cogitatis mala in cordibus vestris? 5 Whether is easier, to say, Thy sins are forgiven thee: or to say, Arise, and walk?Quid est facilius dicere : Dimittuntur tibi peccata tua : an dicere : Surge, et ambula? 6 But that you may know that the Son of man hath power on earth to forgive sins, (then said he to the man sick of palsy,) Arise, take up thy bed, and go into thy house.Ut autem sciatis, quia Filius hominis habet potestatem in terra dimittendi peccata, tunc ait paralytico : Surge, tolle lectum tuum, et vade in domum tuam. 7 And he arose, and went into his house.Et surrexit, et abiit in domum suam. 8 And the multitude seeing it, feared, and glorified God that gave such power to men.Videntes autem turbae timuerunt, et glorificaverunt Deum, qui dedit potestatem talem hominibus.Healing of the sick of the palsy in Capernaum. The Priests have received power to heal souls, to pardon sinners.

43 And having fulfilled the days, when they returned, the child Jesus remained in Jerusalem; and his parents knew it not.consummatisque diebus, cum redirent, remansit puer Jesus in Jerusalem, et non cognoverunt parentes ejus. 44 And thinking that he was in the company, they came a day's journey, and sought him among their kinsfolks and acquaintance.Existimantes autem illum esse in comitatu, venerunt iter diei, et requirebant eum inter cognatos et notos. 45 And not finding him, they returned into Jerusalem, seeking him.Et non invenientes, regressi sunt in Jerusalem, requirentes eum. 46 And it came to pass, that, after three days, they found him in the temple, sitting in the midst of the doctors, hearing them, and asking them questions.Et factum est, post triduum invenerunt illum in templo sedentem in medio doctorum, audientem illos, et interrogantem eos. 47 And all that heard him were astonished at his wisdom and his answers.Stupebant autem omnes qui eum audiebant, super prudentia et responsis ejus. 48 And seeing him, they wondered. And his mother said to him: Son, why hast thou done so to us? behold thy father and I have sought thee sorrowing.Et videntes admirati sunt. Et dixit mater ejus ad illum : Fili, quid fecisti nobis sic? ecce pater tuus et ego dolentes quaerebamus te. 49 And he said to them: How is it that you sought me? did you not know, that I must be about my father's business?Et ait ad illos : Quid est quod me quaerebatis? nesciebatis quia in his quae Patris mei sunt, oportet me esse? 50 And they understood not the word that he spoke unto them.Et ipsi non intellexerunt verbum quod locutus est ad eos. 51 And he went down with them, and came to Nazareth, and was subject to them. And his mother kept all these words in her heart.Et descendit cum eis, et venit Nazareth : et erat subditus illis. Et mater ejus conservabat omnia verba haec in corde suo.To commemorate in liturgy the fifteenth centenary of the Council of Ephesus (held in A.D. 431), which vindicated the title of Theotokos or "Mother of God" for our Lady, Pope Pius Xi in the year 1931 instituted this Feast to be observed by the whole Church.

Où l'on parle de belle-maman, mais aussi de nuits à l'hôtel.

34 But the Pharisees hearing that he had silenced the Sadducees, came together:Pharisaei autem audientes quod silentium imposuisset sadducaeis, convenerunt in unum : 35 And one of them, a doctor of the law, asking him, tempting him:et interrogavit eum unus ex eis legis doctor, tentans eum : 36 Master, which is the greatest commandment in the law?Magister, quod est mandatum magnum in lege? 37 Jesus said to him: Thou shalt love the Lord thy God with thy whole heart, and with thy whole soul, and with thy whole mind.Ait illi Jesus : Diliges Dominum Deum tuum ex toto corde tuo, et in tota anima tua, et in tota mente tua. 38 This is the greatest and the first commandment.Hoc est maximum, et primum mandatum. 39 And the second is like to this: Thou shalt love thy neighbour as thyself.Secundum autem simile est huic : Diliges proximum tuum, sicut teipsum. 40 On these two commandments dependeth the whole law and the prophets.In his duobus mandatis universa lex pendet, et prophetae. 41 And the Pharisees being gathered together, Jesus asked them,Congregatis autem pharisaeis, interrogavit eos Jesus, 42 Saying: What think you of Christ? whose son is he? They say to him: David's.dicens : Quid vobis videtur de Christo? cujus filius est? Dicunt ei : David. 43 He saith to them: How then doth David in spirit call him Lord, saying:Ait illis : Quomodo ergo David in spiritu vocat eum Dominum, dicens : 44 The Lord said to my Lord, Sit on my right hand, until I make thy enemies thy footstool?Dixit Dominus Domino meo : Sede a dextris meis, donec ponam inimicos tuos scabellum pedum tuorum? 45 If David then call him Lord, how is he his son?Si ergo David vocat eum Dominum, quomodo filius ejus est? 46 And no man was able to answer him a word; neither durst any man from that day forth ask him any more questions.Et nemo poterat ei respondere verbum : neque ausus fuit quisquam ex illa die eum amplius interrogare.The Liturgy reminds us today of the great commandment of charity towards God and our neighbour, "The precept is twofold," declares St Augustine, "but charity is one." We love God above all and our neighbour for His sake.

Dans l'actu des nouvelles technologies et de l'accessibilité cette semaine : Du côté des applications et du web Les systèmes 26 d'Apple après 10 jours. Quid de l'accessibilité ? Amazon travaille sur l'accessibilité des livres Kindle. Samsung's One UI 8.0 introduit un bug du masquage d'écran dans Samsung TalkBack 16.0. Fini les bannières de cookies : l'UE, après nous l'avoir pourri, veut simplifier notre navigation !. Locally AI, une appli qui donne accès à Apple Intelligence dans un chat. 19 Nouveaux Raccourcis IA Apple Intelligence sur iOS 26. Le reste de l'actu Meta annonce que les lunettes Meta Ray-Ban Display vont inclure un lecteur d'écran intégré et des fonctionnalités d'accessibilité pour les DV Meta ouvre ses lunettes intelligentes aux développeurs. Cette semaine sur Oxytude Nous avons publié un billet en urgence [pour prévenir les utilisateurs Attention ! Apple a laissé passé un bug majeur dans VoiceOver sur iOS 26, si vous êtes aveugle, ne mettez pas à jour ou ne redémarrez pas votre iPhone ou iPad. Foire Aux Questions Cette semaine une question de Alice à propos des données perso et de la confidentialité sur Be My Eyes. Remerciements Cette semaine, nous remercions Azzedine, muriel, Nicolas, Olivier, Pierricq, Sabrina et Zian pour leurs infos ou leur dons. Si vous souhaitez vous aussi nous envoyer de l'info ou nous soutenir : Pour nous contactez ou nous envoyez des infos, passez par le formulaire de contact sur la page oxytude.org/contact. Pour nous soutenir via Paypal, c'est sur la page paypal.me/oxytude. Pour vos achats sur Amazon, passez par notre lien affilié oxytude.org/amazon.. Pour animer cet épisode Fabrice, Philippe et Sof.

Les journalistes et experts de RFI répondent également à vos questions sur la reprise des combats dans l'est de la RDC, le retrait des pays de l'AES de la CPI et le déploiement de l'armée dans le Sinaï en Égypte. Guerre en Ukraine : le revirement de Donald Trump   Après avoir longtemps affirmé que la Russie finirait par l'emporter, le président américain estime que l'Ukraine est en mesure de gagner la guerre et même de récupérer l'ensemble de ses territoires. Comment expliquer cette volte-face ? Désormais, le président Zelensky peut-il espérer une aide militaire conséquente ? Avec Kseniya Zhornokley, journaliste spécialisée pour la rédaction ukrainienne de RFI.     RDC : reprise des combats malgré les discussions au Qatar  Malgré les négociations en cours à Doha et les accords de paix négociés à Washington, les affrontements ont repris dans le Sud-Kivu entre l'armée congolaise et les rebelles de l'AFC/M23. Comment expliquer la reprise des hostilités ? Quel bilan peut-on dresser des dernières discussions ?    Avec Patient Ligodi, journaliste au service Afrique de RFI.     CPI : quelles conséquences après le départ des pays de l'AES ?  Le Burkina Faso, le Mali et le Niger, réunis au sein de l'Alliance des États du Sahel, ont officialisé leur retrait de la Cour pénale internationale. Quelles pourraient en être les conséquences pour les victimes ? Quid des affaires en cours ?    Avec Ilaria Allegrozzi, chercheuse sur le Sahel à Human Rights Watch.       Égypte : pourquoi l'armée se déploie-t-elle dans le Sinaï ?   Le gouvernement égyptien a reconnu avoir déployé des troupes dans le désert du Sinaï, près de la frontière avec Israël. Comment l'Égypte justifie-t-elle le renforcement de sa présence militaire dans cette zone ?  Avec Sébastien Boussois, chercheur spécialiste du Moyen-Orient à l'institut géopolitique européen à Bruxelles.

The Bishop's Hotwife: Part 5Some things are not negotiable..Based on a post by Wendy Trilby, in 5 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.Chapter 10: So What Happens Now.That was the last I saw of Mrs. Barton. Two days after that conversation, I headed back to Boston to complete my final year of law school.I had two choices: dwell on the love I had found and now lost or apply that energy into my studies. I chose the latter.Mrs. Barton would text me from time to time and even ask if I was coming home for the holidays. I could have ignored her texts, but instead, I'd reply with one-word answers.Busy.Can't.No.I wasn't trying to be rude, but I was still processing this strange brew of deceit and devotion, that had left me so fucked up.At times, I would masturbate to the memories of our time together, but visions of The Bishop would cloud those thoughts.I spent Christmas in Boston, telling each of my friends a different story about where I would be. Although I had lost control of my life last summer, I knew that if I focused on my studies, I could gain control over my thoughts.But I could not control my dreams, and nearly every night I'd be with Mandy. The Bishop was never in those dreams, just she and I. The dreams were almost never sexual. It would be us spending time together. At most, we held hands or kissed.I knew I should see a therapist about my experience, but I remembered the threat Mandy said could come to her if our tryst was made public in any way or form. Time and distance would have to be my therapy.It was mid-January when I came out of Langdell Hall on the Harvard campus and saw her standing there. She was all alone.I assumed I was dreaming. I must have been asleep, but a student on a Citybike nearly hit me, and I realized I was very much awake.Her face showed a little weight, but in her winter coat, you couldn't tell she was six months pregnant.I asked her why she was there. Was everything Okay? Was she okay?Her answer was unexpected. Everything was fine. Perfect. Except she felt lonely.She shared that she had cried uncontrollably every morning since our last day. She sank into a depression and spent several days at my house, lying in our bed.The Bishop had hired a nanny to cover for her time away from home. None of this was planned for in the grand scheme and The Bishop had grown angry with her and livid with me.I had so much to say to her. I had rehearsed countless ways to insult her, to bring her down. She had used me in the worst possible way and had exploited my father. For eighteen years, she and The Bishop had manipulated us so that he could appear to be a virile man of the church. Meanwhile, he degraded his wife to maintain that stature. I was prepared to unleash my hatred on this woman.So here she was, and I; didn't say any of that.She didn't need my semen, my support, my permission. She was here for me."Can we talk?" she asked.We walked through the campus, coming to a quiet place to sit and talk."Does The Bishop know you're here?""No, I'm in Boston for a physical at Brigham and Women's. A woman at forty, they treat a pregnancy like it's high risk.""You came to Boston for a physical?""I'm at seven months, so I won't be able to travel soon.""But there's nothing wrong? Nothing that requires you to be here?""Yes, there is. You."She had a difficult time making eye contact and looked at her lap as she spoke."I've missed you. I realized how hurt you were when summer ended. We had so much fun, shared so much together, and then the truth; ""Yeah, the truth. That was a hell of a lot of truth.""I know. I didn't see it coming. It was different with your father,""See what coming?""My feelings for you. I mean, with your dad, it was fun and comforting, and we never let emotions get in the way.""Well, I'm not my dad, I guess. I've only impregnated you once."I rolled my eyes. That wasn't necessary, and it wasn't what I wanted to say. I was overjoyed she was here and insulting her wasn't what I wanted to do. Thankfully, she let it go."I never felt for your father what I feel for you. That's what I came here to say. I thought this feeling would go away when you left. It didn't, it got worse."We sat there in silence. She had, without stating the words, seemingly proclaimed everlasting love for me."So, what happens now?"I return to Utah tomorrow. In two months, our daughter will be born. Three months later, you graduate, and hopefully, three months after that, you'll let me come to you when I'm ready for another child."So, nothing changes? This charade continues?""Everything changes. I think I made it clear how I feel for you. Do you understand how complicated that is for me?"She was a master of bringing the story back to herself.Complicated for her? She had created this world, she chose it; I had been conscripted.Still, I did feel for her. I knew how much I wanted to be with her, and if her desire for me was even a fraction of that, her days were long and wanting.She got up to go."I have an appointment. But I'm staying at the Copley Plaza if you want to come by and say goodbye or talk some more."She stood before me with a glow that only a pregnant woman can achieve. Her hair was thick and lustrous, her face was full, and her belly was distended with our child warm inside.I stood to face here."Of course, we don't have to talk," she said, then turned and walked across the quad toward a waiting town car.It was early evening when I arrived at the Copley Plaza Hotel. I went to the front desk to find her room."Can you call Amanda Barton's room for me. Tell her Ethan is here?"The clerk handed me a room key."She said her husband was coming by. Ethan, is it?""Yes, Ethan. Her husband," I said, trying to sound sincere. "I'm her husband."The clerk handed me a room key and gestured to the elevators."14 23, and congratulations."I smiled and nodded. I was her husband again. Apparently, I was to be congratulated for that. Oh, wait, he meant for her pregnancy. Okay, whatever.I gently knocked on the hotel room door, but with the key in hand, I unlocked it and entered. It was a two-room suite, and I could hear the shower running."Ethan?" she asked from the bathroom."Umm, yeah. They gave me a room key, so I let myself in."I heard the water shut off, and a few moments later, she walked into the suite's living area wearing a thick hotel robe and drying her hair."I might have gone heavy on the coffee today.""Should you even be drinking coffee?""Decaf. Not as much fun, but it turns out the poop effect is the same.""And so, the shower."She smiled."You know me. Poop and a shower. Some things don't change even if my body has."I was trying to visualize her beneath the robe. We had spent most of the summer naked and in each other's arms, but there was a different body under that terrycloth, and I longed to see it.Perhaps my gaze betrayed me."You're curious, aren't you?" she said with a mischievous smile."Very."I could tell she was anxious, which was a notable shift from her typically confident demeanor.She kept her gaze on me, and she reached for the tie of her robe, fingers trembling slightly, and then let it slip away, revealing her heavily pregnant form.I noticed a line of skin discoloration from her cunt up to her belly and beyond. She had always had protruding nipples due to her breastfeeding, but I had never seen her areolas so large and dark.I had so many questions about female physiology during pregnancy, but this didn't seem like the right time to ask.I thought I might be put off by seeing her pregnant, especially with my child; however, I'm not sure if it was me or nature, but I found myself turned on.She placed her hand on the swell of her belly and gently bit her lip, waiting for my approval or fearing my disapproval. Her tits were once again heavy, her nipples thicker and darker than I remembered, pointed down."You look; incredible," I said, closing the distance between us."I've missed you. I wanted to come here so many times to see you and;"I cut her off."I missed you, too.""With your father, he was next door, and I would go over to talk with him. But he was just a friend. I didn't need him like I need you.""But you got what you needed from both of us."She looked down and rubbed her belly with a smile."Not this," she said, referring to our child within her."This," she said as she moved in and kissed me passionately.The familiarity, the plumpness of her lips, the taste of her mouth, the smell of her skin, brought back the feelings of elation from the summer, and we practically melted together.She wrapped her arms around my shoulders, clinging to me. Our kisses grew deeper as the primal urge for us to reconnect intensified. On an animal level, her body sensed that I was the father of her unborn child, and her hormones sent signal after signal to her brain to draw me close, to give me pleasure, to keep me nearby, and let me protect her.My body responded in kind. I wanted to join her, but was unsure how."How do we do this?" I asked, genuinely bewildered.She backed up to the bed and sat so her face was at my waist. She didn't speak but went to work unbuckling by belt and a moment later, freeing my cock.She smiled at seeing it once again. Moving her hair to the side, she took it in hand and brought her mouth down on my shaft, warming it with her saliva. The feeling was familiar, and I sighed in relief. She continued to work my cock, gently massaging the shaft.Having never had sex with a pregnant woman, I wondered if this was it, but I recalled her one command, that I always finish in her pussy. Then I remembered that was probably just part of the ruse.Perhaps this blowjob is the end game. I'll just let her lead.After a while she released my cock from her mouth and crawled back on the bed. Her pussy was shaven, More so than in the summer. She lay on her back, her arms out, and then beckoned me to join her.I crawled to her side, she took her tit in hand, holding it out for me. Careful not to put my weight on her, I brought my mouth to her thick nipple. It was plumper than last summer and incredibly swollen. I gently played and applied pressure with my mouth, as when she fed me in the past, but nothing came out.She stroked my head gently, then brought her fingers to her tits. I released her nipple and watched as she tugged and manipulated it until a thick ooze of cream trickled out.

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Quarterback blessé ou mauvais, attaque en perdition ou qui se cherche... Pour une raison ou une autre, les receveurs stars de la ligue ne sont pas encore au niveau attendu, A.J. Brown notamment.Le receveur des Eagles a l'opportunité de se relancer cette semaine contre une défense des Rams diminuée. Quid de Justin Jefferson, Jamar Chase, Garrett Wilson et Brian Thomas ?Antoine Ajavon et Alexandre Lauque répondent à ces questions et évoquent les "seconds couteaux" qui se révèlent depuis le début de la saison. En plus des joueurs à titulariser ou à laisser au repos pour cette Semaine 3 en NFL.Bonne écoute ! Hébergé par Acast. Visitez acast.com/privacy pour plus d'informations.

17 For Herod himself had sent and apprehended John, and bound him in prison for the sake of Herodias the wife of Philip his brother, because he had married her.Ipse enim Herodes misit, ac tenuit Joannem, et vinxit eum in carcere propter Herodiadem uxorem Philippi fratris sui, quia duxerat eam. 18 For John said to Herod: It is not lawful for thee to have thy brother's wife.Dicebat enim Joannes Herodi : Non licet tibi habere uxorem fratris tui. 19 Now Herodias laid snares for him: and was desirous to put him to death, and could not.Herodias autem insidiabatur illi : et volebat occidere eum, nec poterat. 20 For Herod feared John, knowing him to be a just and holy man: and kept him, and when he heard him, did many things: and he heard him willingly.Herodes enim metuebat Joannem, sciens eum virum justum et sanctum : et custodiebat eum, et audito eo multa faciebat, et libenter eum audiebat. 21 And when a convenient day was come, Herod made a supper for his birthday, for the princes, and tribunes, and chief men of Galilee.Et cum dies opportunus accidisset, Herodes natalis sui coenam fecit principibus, et tribunis, et primis Galilaeae : 22 And when the daughter of the same Herodias had come in, and had danced, and pleased Herod, and them that were at table with him, the king said to the damsel: Ask of me what thou wilt, and I will give it thee.cumque introisset filia ipsius Herodiadis, et saltasset, et placuisset Herodi, simulque recumbentibus, rex ait puellae : Pete a me quod vis, et dabo tibi : 23 And he swore to her: Whatsoever thou shalt ask I will give thee, though it be the half of my kingdom.et juravit illi : Quia quidquid petieris dabo tibi, licet dimidium regni mei. 24 Who when she was gone out, said to her mother, What shall I ask? But she said: The head of John the Baptist.Quae cum exisset, dixit matri suae : Quid petam? At illa dixit : Caput Joannis Baptistae. 25 And when she was come in immediately with haste to the king, she asked, saying: I will that forthwith thou give me in a dish, the head of John the Baptist.Cumque introisset statim cum festinatione ad regem, petivit dicens : Volo ut protinus des mihi in disco caput Joannis Baptistae. 26 And the king was struck sad. Yet because of his oath, and because of them that were with him at table, he would not displease her:Et contristatus est rex : propter jusjurandum, et propter simul discumbentes, noluit eam contristare : 27 But sending an executioner, he commanded that his head should be brought in a dish.sed misso speculatore praecepit afferri caput ejus in disco. Et decollavit eum in carcere, 28 And he beheaded him in the prison, and brought his head in a dish: and gave it to the damsel, and the damsel gave it to her mother.et attulit caput ejus in disco : et dedit illud puellae, et puella dedit matri suae. 29 Which his disciples hearing came, and took his body, and laid it in a tomb.Quo audito, discipuli ejus venerunt, et tulerunt corpus ejus : et posuerunt illud in monumento.St John reproached Herod with his unlawful union. The adulterous Herodias and her shameless daughter Salome forced Herod to behead the Precursor. The Gospel of the Mass describes his martyrdom.

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L'été a été marqué par une activité diplomatique intense dans le dossier ukrainien. À quelques jours d'intervalle, le président américain Donald Trump a ainsi rencontré son homologue russe Vladimir Poutine puis ukrainien Volodymyr Zelensky, mais les lignes de blocage perdurent et sur le terrain les offensives s'intensifient. Le président ukrainien multiplie les gestes en faveur d'un cessez-le-feu : jusqu'où peut-il aller pour y parvenir ? Doit-il consentir à céder des territoires à la Russie ? Quid de l'avenir de la sécurité dans le pays ? Pour en débattre :  Adrien Nonjon, chercheur spécialiste de l'Ukraine, auteur du livre Le régiment Azov – Un nationalisme ukrainien en guerre (éditions du Cerf, 2023) Marianna Perebenesiuk, journaliste franco-ukrainienne Nicolas Tenzer, spécialiste des questions géostratégiques et enseignant à Sciences Po, auteur des livres Fin de la politique des grandes puissances (éditions de l'Observatoire, avril 2025) et Notre guerre : le crime et l'oubli, pour une pensée stratégique (éditions de l'Observatoire, 2024) 

Roie and Notes (from the Notes Reviews YouTube channel) check out albums by bands with only one album - Ephrat's 'No One's Words' and Native Construct's 'Quiet World'. What do you think of these albums?

Si aliquando artem musicae didicistis, iamne animadvertistis non omnes eodem modo discere? Ecce colloquium una cum diversis amicis ex diversis terris!!! Quid de vobis? quomodo didicistis? litteris? nominibus? Ah! et iam scimus causa nominum et ordinis!

Chapters 38-43 are covered in this review of the whistleblowing book by former Facebook/Meta insider, Sarah Wynn-Williams. As Sarah is preparing to leave the company, she tries in vain to get details of the ongoing harassment from her boss, Joel Kaplan, on record with the legal team. Instead, she ends up coerced to take over his work with China, a country she'd been known to avoid due to her personal disapproval with how it had been handled by Mark and the leadership team. Once brought up to speed, the extent of Facebook/Meta's proposals, deals, and compromises with the Chinese government leave her reeling. BONUS: Connecting Henry Kissinger and Pedro Pascal All opinions are personal and not representative of any outside company, person, or agenda. Information shared is sourced via published articles, legal documents, press releases, government websites, public websites, books, public videos, news reports, and/or direct quotes and statements, and all may be paraphrased for brevity and presented in layman's terms.Wanna support this independent pod? Links below:BuyMeACoffee - https://www.buymeacoffee.com/BBDBVenmo @TYBBDB Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.