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Graduation Day.  Book 3 in 18 parts, By FinalStand. Listen to the ► Podcast at Explicit Novels."You know nothing of what you speak of, Ishara, yet you now feel free to insult us," she simmered."Don't know, don't care. It was all before my time. I care about the 'here-and-now' as well as what we do in the future. What I am asking you is what concrete item or 'thing' can be provided to House Zorja to put this blood feud behind you. Name it and House Ishara will endeavor to procure it for you.""We are not merchants," Jana's eyes narrowed."No. I didn't imply you were. If you want new sandals for everyone in your House, I'll find you new sandals. If you want 100,000 acres of ranchland, I'll find you the land. Name it," I persisted."Our prestige cannot be bought," she 'explained'."No, but a blood feud with House Ishara can be avoided by making a request of us in the same way as expressing your desire to harm my daughter can be expressed by denying my offer," I hardened. "And 'fuck you very much' if you think I won't use every son, daughter, mother, aunt, and uncle of Ishara when I come gunning for House Zorja too.""You wouldn't dare bring outsiders into this," Klavdiya interjected."Why not? The offices of Ishara handed House Zorja the coup of the century ~ the capture of the People's Liberation Army Navy nuclear carrier. A member of House Zorja commanded that task, yet they did so by leading forces marshalled by House Ishara, outsider forces. You may wish to keep playing by old rules concerning who is and isn't part of a House, but I am not so constrained, sisters.""So Klavdiya, if House Meenakshi pursues its blood feud with House Zorja, House Ishara will gleefully join them in the pummeling. And we have Isharans in the 9 Clans, the Khanate and the Illuminati who will gladly help us out in slapping them around like the old-fashion curmudgeons they are showing themselves to be, or, House Zorja may request a gift from House Ishara and we will happily clear accounts between them and House Meenakshi in the name of our daughter, Parvati. Their choice.""You are still on the mats," Elsa reminded me. Sikia coiled protectively next to us."And you said something about a lesson being long overdue," Pamela smirked, "Kitten.""Cáel Ishara," Shawnee said in a soft voice, "perhaps it is germane to the argument: the fault of the blood feud rests with House Zorja, not House Meenakshi."I fell on my back, carrying Tad fi with me. She gasped out in surprise while remaining closely cuddled with me. Her right hand never left my lips."Why does no one tell me this shit?" I moaned."You are hard," Tad fi announced. "Are you ready to have more sex?" She was sounding upbeat about our prospects. She was also ignorant of our surroundings being deaf and blind to the mortal realm."Gossamer Wing," I created a pet name for the augur, "we are lying on the sparring mats of a large combat arena in the central Full-blooded training center for Havenstone with roughly 500 sisters in attendance (the audience had grown). While I am enticed by your scent, words, proximity and sweet memories of what we've shared, I'm probably going to be badly beaten up really soon for a terrific diplomatic snafu.""But then we can have sex?""Yeah. I'm totally up for having sex with you after they release me from Medical," I assured her. I looked around her to a very unhappy Mahdi."Can you find it in your heart to forgive House Zorja? Anything I can,""Yes," she abruptly cut me off.What the fuck?"At this time, my hatred of House Ishara, and you in particular, make any grievance I have with House Zorja pale in comparison. You have bewitched my only daughter. She bares your child, and it will be a wonderful child if the soiled augur you've stuck your cock in is to be believed," she ground out bitterly. "I want to go home. I want to find enemies to kill. And when I do, Cáel Ishara, know each and every one of them will carry your face in my mind."She turned to Jana. "Do you agree that we both hate Ishara enough to put aside our current differences?"Jana studied Mahdi, me, then Mahdi again and agreed. She stood. Mahdi stood. They clasped arms like Amazons, then hugged like sisters."Agreed. He is much worse."My thoughts on the matter. Woot! I was having sex! Oh, and I was making Aya happy by ending a blood feud."My admiration of you continues to increase," Krasimira looked at me. "This diplomacy stuff is harder than it looks yet you pull it off so effortlessly.""Yay me!" I muttered."Keeper, are we done?" Sikia asked Krasimira."I believe so," the older Amazon rose to her feet. Sikia was far faster in rising."Mahdi of Meenakshi, you have insulted me and my augur. Defend yourself," she snarled. If Tad fi hadn't been immediately present, Mahdi wouldn't have even warranted a warning no doubt."Had you done your job," Mahdi flowed into her fighting stance, "you both wouldn't be pregnant.""Whoa now," I struggled to rise while keeping Tad fi close and my body between her and the Meenakshi/Zorja side of the mat. "Sikia, I can't let you fight. You're pregnant too.""Don't be stupid, Cáel Ishara," Sikia retreated off the mat, so she could shed her jacket and footwear. "Amazons have fought pregnant for thousands of years.""Hold on now," NYPD Sgt. Larisa Kutuzov said in English as she moved forward. I was a millisecond too late. Larisa's foot touched down on the mat and Marlene Zorja popped her one, a hand chop to the larynx. The senior cop stumbled forward."Mom!" shouted Nikita. Marlene followed up with a leg sweep, putting Larisa face first on the mats, then a fist strike to the back of the head, knocking her out. Neat and tidy in less than two seconds.Nikita was about to charge in when Chaz stopped her."Footwear," he advised in the tone of voice I had learned to associate with him and imminent violence. The moment he stopped her, he was quickly removing his own socks and shoes. Virginia and Pamela were doing the same. I was allowed freedom of movement because I was holding Tad fi. Krasimira exited because of her unique status. The rest were already barefoot."Gale, could you please stay with Tad fi," I tried to hand her off."No," Gale looked me over. "I will fight." No hint on whose side she would be fighting on. Krasimira came to my rescue."I'll take her.""Tad fi," I told the augur, "I have to go get beaten up now, but I promise I will be back for you directly.""This is not your fight," Krasimira said. "The words and deeds are Sikia's.""A, she carries my child and B, the deeds being called into question are my fault.""You told me once they were the Will of Ishara," Krasimira mused."We are one in the same," I gave a lopsided grin."Be careful," Tad fi pleaded. "Your future is a chaotic jumble, I cannot see,""Eh, I've been very bad. We'll talk about it later. Gotta go," I headed onto the mats.Pamela was giving the ground rules to the 'normals': No 'fair warnings'. No 'fair play'. No 'time outs'. You fought until unconscious, or you surrendered."This is going to suck," Virginia assessed our odds. Two Amazons had removed Larisa from the mats and were tending to her. Nikita was kneeling by her side until she heard Virginia, then came our way.Besides Sikia, we had Pamela, Chaz, Virginia, myself and Nikita. Oneida stepping up was nice. She wasn't a great combatant, but we dearly needed the help. Gale joining us was, unsettling. Amazons don't play fair, so this could be a ruse.Against us were all three Zorja and both Meenakshi ~ I imagined Rhada felt she had something to prove to her mother. They'd picked up ten other Amazons and Rhonwenn Nemain. Klavdiya joined them to counterbalance her baby sister. Eight to seventeen ~ ouch."Damn," a familiar voice from my first days on the job spoke up from behind me, "we almost missed this." I didn't dare look over my shoulder. Desiree stepped between Chaz and Virginia. Rachel came up on my left and Tiger Lily on my right. At the tail end of our line was Mona, Meridian, Brielle and Wiesława. Fifteen to seventeen was looking much better, especially considering Desiree had brought five Security Detail warriors with her, all of whom were moving to further bolster our numbers."Rachel," Elsa looked to her underling, "you have no idea why you are fighting.""It is for Cáel. So it must be for a better tomorrow," Rachel laughed."Very well," Elsa smirked."You!" Mahdi pointed at me, and we both charged. It was a jumbled nightmare of clashing bodies, war cries and flashes of movement all around. Our side had two main advantages -While Chaz was by no means the best hand-to-hand combatant present, he knew the basic Amazon style and most Amazons didn't know his. Added to his overall height and bulk advantages, he bought us time.Of greater importance, Rachel, Tiger Lily and Mona had extensive training working as a team, which none of the opponents had.Elsa was the most dangerous individual on the mat. Pamela was the second most dangerous, so Elsa grabbed a couple of partners and ganged up on her to drive her off the mats. Chaz went next, out-Elsa'ed and beaten unconscious. The issue was, it took her too long to accomplish those two feats. By the time she rounded on me, Rachel and Tiger Lily, our half of the field had wiped out theirs. It was six of us (me, Rachel, Tiger Lily, Gale, Wiesława and Desiree) versus four of them (Elsa, Marlene, Klavdiya and Rhonwenn).Still, I was facing Elsa, so a judicious bit of treachery was required."Gale," I huffed and puffed, "please retire. I don't want you to fight your sister.""What?" Gale snapped. She'd taken a beating, yet remained feisty."No, fighting her sister is okay with me," Desiree scowled. "We are still facing fucking Elsa.""All the other women you have mated with have failed. I remain," Gale trumpeted."Oh, you are right," I half-turned. "All the reason you are more precious to me.""Really?""Of course," I deepened my introspective appreciation of her."Oh," and Klavdiya punched Rhonwenn. That was an 'oh, Cáel Ishara must actually care for my baby sister and not be just a Playa' on Klavdiya's part. Yeah. I'm a horrible fucking person at times.Rachel, Tiger Lily and I rushed Elsa. Marlene pivoted to ward against Klavdiya while Gale and Wiesława stormed in against her. Desiree helped Klavdiya finish drubbing Rhonwenn before they combined to force Marlene off the mats. Elsa chose to go down swinging in a dogpile of bodies. I took an ear-ringing blow to the head which allowed Rachel to apply a chokehold and it was lights out for the Head of SD.After some water bottles went around and those concussed returned to wakefulness, the resolution of the brawl was decided. Mahdi apologized to Sikia. It was short, terse and sparing of any empathy, yet was within the bounds of Amazon etiquette. She departed with Rhada, which left me to pick up the pieces, starting with Nikita's mom."Oh," the older woman moaned then, "Ms. Fredrickson? What are you doing here?""Avenging you, Mother," Nikita fluffed up the truth. "She, Cáel and the others cleaned house on the woman who jumped you and her allies.""Desk Sergeant," Desiree gave a curt nod."This isn't over," Larisa winced as she moved to a sitting position."Mrs. Kutuzov, it is over," I headed off a colossal waste of time. "This is my daily life and part of your daughter's life with JIKIT. You will find scant witnesses and no tape recordings of these events. This craziness is just another day in the life here at Havenstone. You stepped on the mat and thus became fair game to any physical confrontation an opponent cared to mete out. Consider this sovereign soil of an independent nation-state.""We," she looked around. "You kicked their asses?""Definitely," Pamela gave a feral snarl."This is plain nuts," she shook her head, winced in cranial pain, then put her aching head in her hands."One of the reasons we've put our dating in hiatus," Nikita comforted her mother while looking at me, and smiling affectionately.Ah, for fuck sakes! I was engaged to someone else and having a dozen kids by ten different women. How could I still possibly be considered viable dating material? Oh yeah, martial valor, laughing at death, I hung out with truly exceptional cool people and I would always be in need of saving, a plus for a crusader like Nikita.I had so many allies to tend to, but only one who seemed to be making an exit. I swooped down on Tad fi long enough to place her fingers to my lips."I'll be right back, friend of a friend in need," and off I went. I caught Tavi of House Stolgos just outside the door. She wasn't avoiding me. She'd been observing Chaz and he had been otherwise occupied.My British companion had played a pivotal role in the combat and taken his beating like a man. He'd been rendered unconscious. So had many others, so no stigma was attached to his loss. Post-battle, he had chosen to sit on his haunches, knees up, talking to several of the Amazons, both kneeling and standing. A few had been bystanders and a few others foes.He stayed on his ass to reduce his height advantage. Letting Amazons make eye contact while not having to look up at you created definite benefits. His good natured approach to his role in the fight and pummeling earned him positive vibes as well. He made it clear the tussle to him was not macho-personal. He was my 'brother / sister / sibling' spiritually-speaking via Pamela adopting us both as her 'grandsons', so my fights were his fights. Sikia had my (Cáel's) child, so that bond extended to her as well ~ family.Pamela and I had schooled him on Amazon psychology and those lessons were now paying serious dividends. 'The Male' hadn't wanted to fight them ~ 'Amazons are tough' he'd confessed, he knew this because he worked with several every day on JIKIT~ but family was on the line, so he fought. Mahdi had apologized, so the matter was settled. The other Amazons he'd fought? They had fought for their reasons and he was okay with not questioning them about it.Why? He was conscious of his conspicuous status as a 'guest', knew he was in no way an Amazon, and was not privy to what motivated them. He didn't want to be an Amazon. He had his own, much younger, martial tradition he was proud of, yet was eager to learn from the vastly greater Amazon war lore because 'winners' didn't have a gender-bias and no other tradition could compete with the Amazons' 3,000 years.Under normal circumstances, the women around him wouldn't have given credence to his praise. He was a male after all. Through the tiny tear I'd created in their insulating social fabric, Chaz was building upon his own exploits. In the after-battle analysis, the Amazons reflected on the realization Elsa had concentrated on him as her number two objective, second only to Pamela who scared everyone who knew anything about her. That bolstered Chaz's appeal.For the Amazons who thought a male would get all pouty and cry over being beaten up by a girl/girls, Chaz was breaking the mold. He wasn't angry. He was amused. The fight had been a learning experience and he'd felt honored to watch, no matter how briefly, a warrior of Elsa's caliber fight. He'd explained 'I', Cáel Wakko Ishara, considered Elsa one of the top 5 combatants I'd ever seen, which included Ajax the Unconquered. The others were Sakuniyas, reborn Amazon and former Queen of Assyria, Saint Marie, the Golden Mare, and Pamela, the Cliff-walker.More happy Amazons because the list's only non-Amazon was a dead Hero from the Trojan Wars and it was well known I 'got around' (aka dealt with violent outsiders.) Chaz was telling the truth, almost. The 'fifth' person on the list was Alal, but explaining him would be difficult, so Chaz edited him for this particular audience. Good man.In the hallway, "Tavi, a moment," I called out. She slowed down, took a few more steps allowing me to catch up."Yes Ishara?" she gave me her best neutral look. Yep. She was jealous."I beg two favors from you," I quickly went down to one knee in her path. That caught her off guard and left her in the awkward position of me being terribly close and staring up at her."I, I will listen," she muttered."I would like to know if you are pregnant," I asked very softly. Yes, she was, but she didn't want to tell me. She contemplated pushing past me. It would be very easy. "I know I am stepping beyond the boundaries between warriors. Please. My destiny has brought you two together. I am at fault here." 'Fault' was the key word."If I have a son, he will be given to the Queen," Tavi's face was stern and unforgiving. "He will live.""That's not what he's worried about," I shook my head. "He wants to be a father to your daughter, Tavi. He wants to introduce you to his mother and grandmothers, maybe his sisters too, if that can be arranged.""Huh?""He is not like me, Tavi. There is no other in his life, but you.""I, I will not leave my House for him," she protested angrily."He would never ask you. That doesn't mean he doesn't want to remain at your side for years to come. He can be a father to your child and not be a part of House Stolgos in the same way you can be a mother to your child and not be a part of Clan Tomorrow.""Oh," she furrowed her brow. "How would this possibly work?""I have an 'in' with the Queen," I winked. "I'll work out something.""He knows I will never stop being an Amazon," she elucidated intensely."Absolutely. He is an intelligence operative after all. He's figured a few things out for himself.""Why doesn't he tell me these things?""Tavi, he threw his body on top of me to shield me from a bomb blast, so he's undoubtedly brave, but telling you what is in his heart is scary for him. As his brother, I see behind his silence,""Oh, what should I do?" she was vexed."Go back in there, demand to speak with him and tell him the truth," I stood up."The truth?""That you are going to have a little StolgosTomorrow-ite running around sometime next year," I exuded confidential friendliness."Cáel Ishara," she tilted her head slightly, "you don't know much about infants, do you?""Nope," I pseudo-confessed. I actually did know something about newborns. I'd studied up so I could make a move on a cute girl whose free time was eaten up by babysitting, so I 'helped out'. Oink."They aren't 'running around'," she turned to head back into the gym, "until the ninth month at the earliest. Normally, running doesn't happen until the eighteenth month.""My fiancée has a three-year old, so she should be able to help me through some of the hardest parts," I babbled along. Tavi didn't give a crap.In we went. Tavi stormed straight toward the bevy of Amazon babes concentrating on 'her' Chaz."Color Sergeant Tomorrow," she abruptly interrupted. "A moment of your time.""Ladies," Chaz uncoiled himself from the surrounding women. The Amazons were either mildly put off, they thought they were about to get laid, or pissed off, they were sure they were about to get laid, and Tavi was stomping on their happy."Yes, Ms. Gentry," Chaz linked his hands behind his back in a 'rest easy' stance. 'Gentry' was the fake last name Tavi used in the outside world. She motioned toward the windows with her head. Off they went. I couldn't hear what was being said, but my lip reading skills were up to the task.T: (I am pregnant)C: (I love you)T: (Oh) ~ stunned. Go Chaz!C: (Well, I don't imagine the Amazons have a marriage ceremony and an Anglican service would be inappropriate, so perhaps we could research a Scythian ritual which could make both families happy) ~ delivered in the patented smooth Chaz style.T: (Marriage? To you?)C: (I will not submit to being anyone's slave nor would I ever ask you to submit to me. Outside of that, will you be my partner and my partner alone until the cliffs separate us?)T: (Amazons are not monogamous)C: (I am)T: (I will, I mean, can I think about this?)C: (I am not going anywhere, Tavi){Pause}T: (Did you put Ishara, Cáel Ishara up to this?)C: (Yes)T: (Why?)C: (I imagine he explained what I am feeling better than I could)T: (Oh, do you want me to meet your mother and grandmothers?)C: (Absolutely)T: (Okay)C: (Okay ~ you would like to meet my Mother and Grandmothers?)T: (No, yes, I mean, yes I would like to meet them and I am okay with you being with no other woman until the cliffs separate us, and I will do the same, no other males)C: (If I pick you up, hug you and kiss you, will your sisters freak out?)T: (I don't know)So Chaz swept Tavi up until her head was higher than his (a feat, considering their 8" height differential) and kissed her deeply. Mumbled words followed. Tavi wrapped her legs around Chaz's waist and out they went. Around me were angry murmurings of the 'did that Amazon just run off with our man' variety. Not my problem. I had plenty of different Amazons wanting my attention. Hallelujah!{8:00 pmDon't try this at home.I covered my face with a pillow and pressed down hard. I'd already tried breathing exercises, meditation and even contemplated more cranial trauma before thinking up this particular crazy idea. It took some mental effort and accessing some of my Alal-'pain sorting' skills to accomplish, but in the end, I felt myself 'let go'.I sat up."Hello," Tad fi beamed."Hey," I took a deep breath. Since we were talking, I must have passed out. Her eyes wandered over the room."Is this the world as you see it?" she wondered. Oh yeah, I had to be creating the environment for her to enjoy.Sikia was kneeling on the bed a foot away, her gaze moving between the two of us. The 'grayness' of her form suggested she was wholly in reality and not in the 'Ishara-space' the goddess had shown me and I was now sharing with my augur."This is how you see me?" she examined her fingers, her wrists, then some long locks of her hair."You are more beautiful," I answered. The impact of my words crossing over drew her eyes back to me. It was the magic of hearing for the normally deaf girl. I concentrated, peeled back some fantasy and attached a realistic form to Sikia. Tad fi followed my gaze."Your hair," she addressed her guardian, "It is lighter than I imagined."Sikia said something I couldn't understand, muffled as it was by my dreaming."I cannot hear you, but I see you through his eyes," the augur carried on her conversation. They touched. It had to be somewhat bizarre for Sikia. As she reached for Tad fi's hand, her friend intercepted the extended member. Their fingers intertwined before completing the journey to the guardian's lips."Don't cry, no, we couldn't have, no, we shouldn't have knocked him out sooner. I don't think he was aware of this discipline when we first met. Were you, Cáel?""No. Perhaps if I had understood more about the consequences of seeing ghosts, I might have," I tapered off. "Now that we know. I can try this more often.""Your health?" Tad fi worried."I might be immortal," I confessed. I was confessing because I was desperately seeking a way to share some of my genetic quirkiness with her ~ some strength to carry her through this pregnancy and spare her life, Dot Ishara be damned."And you would seek a way to spare me," she graced me with her gentle presence. Lying in the 'spirit' world was a whole lot tougher than in the flesh."Yeah. I've got some arcane lore rattling around in my head, plus I have a few outside sources I can ask for help. I'm not giving up on you.""I have foreseen my death.""Well, un-foresee it," I scolded her. "Dot Ishara told me we see what might happen, though nothing is guaranteed. So even your death isn't an absolute. Since it hasn't happened, I see no reason to let it happen. You are going to live to hold our daughter. If not, my immortality is worthless.""You can never save everyone. Sometimes you must let a few go to save the rest," she advised."If I find someone I'm not attached to, I'll let them go. I promise. Until then, I'm, ugh, I'm fading, and I'm keeping you.""We shall see," she murmured. I fell back into my body and into wakefulness."Now we have sex," Tad fi announced in a melodic voice."He is ready to perform," Sikia agreed. She was fondling my balls with one hand while her breath played across my rod. I sat up to see the augur climbing up the bed between my thighs. She kissed my glans, licked across its top, then kissed it again."I've got it from here," she told Sikia."What?" Sikia was confused. Tad fi's lips began to engulf my sceptre."Sikia, come here," I gently pulled on her arm. She was conflicted yet up some came.We started out with tender kisses on the lips. I kept drawing her toward me. My lips and tongue migrated down her chin and throat to her breasts. When she thought my target was her breasts, she was all onboard. That was a mere stop-off point on my journey, though I played around for a while.At the same time, I had to use subtle movements with my hips and clenches with my gluts to school Tad fi on her fellatio. Thankfully, I was doubly-blessed. This wasn't my first time schooling two girls at once and Tad fi could determine more from such minimal reactions due to her heightened sense of my muscle contractions through her touch than any other woman I'd ever met.When I began running my tongue in large lashes underneath her breasts, I confused Sikia once more. She was resistant as my hands on her hips pulled her higher so that my lips and teeth could tease her taut stomach while I twirled my tongue in her belly button. She giggled.I had been slowly wiggling down the bed, backing Tad fi up, so when it came time to mount Sikia on my face, I had the headboard room. I kept her muscular thighs securely in hand because the moment I had her happy, I pushed her up. She looked down, seeking guidance and I motioned her to turn around. She did the eye-ball math, realized she'd be facing her augur, and hastily obeyed. Of course, her movement on the bed alerted Tad fi through mattress vibrations.Sikia was sitting on my face, leaning down so she could run her hands through Tad fi's hair and along her face and lips (and my phallus). I kept my hands pressed between our bodies. My right made the sojourn to my pubic area to play around and give them both something else to suck on, my fingers. My left loitered around between Sikia's breasts and her clitoris when my lips were otherwise occupied.I could cup her clit with my tongue in a U-shape, rubbing it along my taste buds. Most of my time was taken up with my tongue broad lashing her vulva or tightly-twisted and delving into her cunt and my nose pushing against her brown hole. I could tilt myself up so I could make tongue-intrusions into her back passage as well. The first time, she squealed.Before she could decide if she wanted to make me stop (she did, virtually all first timers always default to asking their partner to stop, so you have to distract them), Tad fi wanted to know what had brought her reaction on. Then came Sikia's troubled revelation of what I was doing, how the augur shouldn't suffer through it, despite the increasing pleasure she was receiving, only to finally be unable to supply the answer as to why Tad fi shouldn't experience it too.Sikia shot me a treasured look of bewilderment. I'd brought her to orgasm with my tongue alone. I was a guy after all."Switch?" I suggested. Tad fi was still administering one of the slowest, most considerate blowjobs I'd ever experienced. She wasn't rushing toward anything. Sure, she was unschooled, but was devoting her incredible sensitivities to my pleasure and taking pleasure in her ability to bring me to such excitement."Change places?" she mused. "Okay." Tad fi's lips slid off me with one final, loud 'pop', then she used her spider-like fingers to climb up my body while Sikia traveled south. She lavished butterfly kisses on my face ~ childish, yet so very appropriate between us ~ and I mirrored the gesture.With some reluctance, she mounted me, facing Sikia. My tongue flicking across her clit on its first exploration brought out a joyous gasp. It only got better from there.The Long Slide Into Domestic Life:"Twins?" Hana snuggled into my arms. We were at her place, naked in bed together after a late late-night unscheduled meeting with some VIPs. Despite the late/early hour, she was alert, tense even. It had been a mentally stimulating late night encounter which had brought me to her bed."Yes. That is what Tad fi predicted," I inserted between raining kisses down on her forehead. Hana liked non-distracting attention when she was in this kind of mood. She was exhausting herself mentally as she was building up to being amorous."Ana-Călina and  rp d?" she worked over the names on her tongue. "They have a special meaning?""Only if you are Hungarian and Romanian," I teased her. She elbowed me slightly. " rp d was the semi-mystical pagan warlord who led the Ten Tribes who became known as the Hungarians ~ the Magyar peoples ~ into the Carpathian Basin, present day Hungary. Ana-Călina was born a Byzantine princess of the storied House of Basarab; she married Radu Negru, thus becoming the first Princess of a free Wallachia ~ the foundation for a free Romania. She was also the great-grandmother of Dracula.""So they are famous names with regional historical significance, did they live long, happy lives?"" Árpád, no one knows for sure. His kids were quarrelsome, but they did manage to found a dynasty at the start of the second millennia which ruled for three centuries.""Ana-Călina, yeah. I think so," I continued. "She lived into her seventies and her eldest son left his country stronger, richer and safer than when he received it. She did out live her husband by over fifty years, and got to see her youngest grandson bury most of his rivals, the kids from her husband's first marriage.""Ah, what?" Hana rose up until we were eye to eye. Since she was naked, her boobs swayed slightly as she did so. My eye flickered. "Eyes forward, Mister," she playfully barked. "What happened to all her other grandsons?""Wallachia in the 15th century was a tad rough and tumble," I evaded."They killed one another?""Mostly they were killed by conspiracies amongst their boyars, nobles of the time.""Why does, Tad fi want to dredge up these names again?" she kept eye contact."Not a clue," I pleaded."But you think it is important?""No. I think you are important. Screw Fate. It can name its own kids. We can chose whatever names make you happy, except 'Up'. Up's been taken.""You've named another of your offspring 'Up'? That's cruel, or does that mean something in another language I'm unaware of?" she shifted her shoulders so her boobs wobbled again. Of course, I broke eye contact. I hadn't had sex in hours and her boobies were right there, damn it!"Actually, Pamela and I named this secret agent in Hungary that, just to fuck with his head," I divulged."Oh. Pamela. I should have known," she slowly smiled. "You are being very well behaved," she added. Woot! She noticed I wasn't throwing her down and pawing her delectable flesh. "One more thing before the nookie.""Name them. Their dead," I pledged."Not necessary," her sigh turned into a giggle. "If I'm going to be having twins, I'm going to be rather big come late March. We need an earlier wedding date."Oh, fuck me!"What do you have in mind?" I tried to keep the creeping dread out of my voice."New Year's Day?" she suggested. I did a quick calculation. That was annihilating 78 days out of what remained of my bachelor life. In 114 days my life would cease having any meaning whatsoever. I'd be a Mr. to someone's Mrs. The end"Sure, I can arrange to be killed before then," stumbled out of my mouth."What was that?" Hana pouted."Nothing Dear. Cosmic psychic intersection with an Al -demon; don't know what came over me," I fibbed."Man up," Hana bit my nose. "Our marriage won't be that bad if we both work at it. It isn't like I'm demanding celibacy from you." Then she mouthed 'yet'."Wait. Did you mean celibacy, as in no fun at all, or monogamy, as in only 'happy time' with you?" I desperately sought clarification."Oh," she pursed her lips. "I meant monogamy. I didn't mean to scare you.""Oh, thank goodness," I sighed."Here," her gaze turned tender. "Let me make it up to you." Hana placed one hand on my shoulder and rose up my body until my face was gently nestled in her bosom. Then she wiggled back and forth, basically because I'm a big baby and easy to please. I was alternating which nipple I was kissing in no time."Mmm," she murmured. "I've missed you." Her other hand's fingernails coasted down my abdomen and found 'Mr. Happy' had risen to attention. Okay, he'd been hopping up and down on my groin since she'd said we were 'going to bed' 30 minutes ago. Hana decided wrap up my shaft with her hand, then applied a few tender strokes. I reciprocated by cupping her left tit in one hand, forming a mound with her areola at the center, and began to twirl from the outside inward to her hardened nipple with just the tip of my tongue.It was 4 a.m. Why was I taking it slow when I had my final work review with Katrina in three hours? Hana deserved this and more. Why was Hana doing it? She was her own boss, plus her life was careening wildly outside of anything she'd imagined before she'd first laid eyes on me. Half of the financial empire she shared with her father was suddenly in the hands of a military dictatorship, her beloved father was dealing with the murder of her hated step-brother and she was marrying a Prince in a European cathedral which required someone high in the Vatican's approval process to use.Yeah, her life had gone nuts. Worse, she loved me. And I wasn't the kind of man she ever thought she'd love. She'd thought she'd never love anyone again after her life with her asshole of an ex-husband and their bitter, contentious divorce. I was barely someone she could classify, and Hana was a terribly ordered and organized person. Saying my life was messy was being generous. I was some mysterious warrior-diplomat-playboy-aristocrat who hung out with people more bizarre than me.Hana picked up her tempo. I switched breasts. Her motor was really starting to hum. Any other night, I could have moved straight to revving her up to an orgasm. I had the time to make it two without any problems. A good one and Hana would be happy and drift off to sleep. Instead, I intuited she wanted more, so we developed our own game of cat and mouse with her climax, and its suspension, being our ultimate goal.My left hand danced down the back of her ribcage like playing keys on a piano. It was a light, teasing gesture. Her hair the color of tarnished gold cascaded down as she began placing her own kisses upon my crown. Each move by one partner evoked a response by the other. Hana ran my glans over her glistening labia, getting it nice and slick. I worked down her waist, cupped her ass, and then glided over her thigh to the back of her knee where I started tickling her. She snickered."You are distracting me," she murmured. I wasn't. I knew these things."I like to get the feel of every inch of your flesh," I responded. More mirthful noises from her. Slowly, her gooey vestibule rubbed against and over the top, until I felt myself entering. There, she hesitated. I propelled my hips an inch up, twisted right then left before falling back down, a micro-fuck."Ah," she emoted her approval. "My turn." Hana's knees spread to the side, making a memorable sound on the silk sheets as she impaled herself. This time she rolled her hips forward, back, then did a slow 360 with me  inside her, letting the slow progress over her spark memories for her to savor. "I never believed sex could be like this," Hana hiccupped."How so?" I knew the answer, but wanted her to put her chaotic passions to words. It would make her happier."Experimenting, silly. Stopping in the middle and doing, this," she reversed her hip rotations this time. "I never imagined a lover having such patience, or,""Yourself as being so openly sexually adventurous?" I finished."Yeah," she huffed. "I really, really owe your college professor, plus you and all your diligence, for this," at the last moment, she encountered the gateway to her G-spot. I knew precisely where that gem was. Previously, Hana had gained a vague idea where it was from the perspective of masturbation and our prior lovemaking. Now I had let Hana rediscover that joy with my cock as her tool to utilize as she wished."You realize pregnant women want even more sex," she hummed. She was vigorously working my cock now. Hana had bridged a huge gap, sexually. Normally, a woman of Hana's quality tried to please her man first with the hope her orgasm would soon follow. I was different. My greatest sexual gratification came from her ecstasy. She was confident in that now. By bringing herself to climax, she was making me excited for what would come next."That's okay," I propped myself up on one elbow now that Hana was riding me cowgirl-style. "I dig big chicks." The open-palm slap to the chest was a given."Hercege, you, you are horrible," she growled around a feral smile. The lip-biting, tongue-sucking kiss was equally vicious, primal and leading Hana to the end of her tether. Not only was Hana's sexual trust in me/us expanding, she was putting extra effort into her physical workout regime too. She might still have a ways to go to compete with an Amazon, but it was still going to be a great night."Hercegn , I am nothing but a twisted shadow of masculine lust whose every contour is cast by your muliebrous glow," I teased. Her eyes twinkled. Yes, definitely still going to be a great night."Okay," Hana yawned, "I give up. What does 'muliebrous' mean?" She'd been holding on to that for an hour and a half. It was five-thirty and I was dressing in my biking clothes before heading into work."From the Latin 'muliebri' which means 'womanly'," I answered. Her sleepy eyes drank in both my response and my physique. I had discovered another thing Hana liked and that was to expand her academic/linguistic frontiers. She was enchanted with the idea that I liked to engage her mind along with her body, sparking on all cylinders.She'd crawled over to my side of the bed, her head resting on my pillow, soaking up my scent as she watched me. I knelt down, kissed her on her ear, cheek and finally the side of her lips. Hana was beat."Have a good day and be careful," she mumbled. Her eyes closed. Her chest rose with one last, waking breath before her sleep rhythms took her."Ditto," I whispered. I snuck into  Annela's room and planted a kiss on her head as well. The craziness of my life had a way of cascading over to the ones I loved. Loved? Oh boy,7:00 am Monday, September 8th, Graduation Day!Brielle and her buddy were humming along as the elevator doors closed. Once more, my 'hellish' schedule demanded I change in the elevator. I'd gone to gun practice with my bike clothes on, so I absolutely had to change into business attire in the magic box, in front of them.Juanita adjusting my tie was a less than subtle attempt to strangle me. I was about to be late to my final 'start of day' meeting as an intern in Executive Services, so her chastisement would have to wait. Who would have thunk it? Juanita would have to wait outside for this ceremony. Paula raced with me to be the last one in, only to have Daphne grace us with the 'news':"The meeting won't start for another fifteen minutes," she grinned. "Katrina is bringing up the 'new hires' for the fall program."I finger-flicked my head. The 84 days as an intern was merely the 'training wheels' period. To really be a member of ES was at least a two year training process. The Amazons around me had started their training for this gig when they were fifteen and were eighteen and nineteen now, their ID's said they were older for legal purposes.In theory, my four years in college was counted as 'preliminary' training and provided things such as acclimation to outsider culture ~ aka 'acting normal'. Logically, I would train under someone like Desiree or Buffy for a year before being a full-fledged member of the service."How many this time?" I asked Daphne since she seemed to be in the know."Twenty," she grinned. "We are getting two."I noticed there was still only my tiny desk in Katrina's office. That meant the new guys would be out in the office pool with everyone else. Probably for the best. The ladies were now used to having a male around, so would be careful in what they did and didn't say. I yawned."Tired," Fabiola smirked."Oh yeah," I stifled another yawn. "Met an emissary from the Pope." Fabiola glowered. "No. Seriously. I met an emissary from Holy See. I let Hana know I wanted to get married in a highly improbable place, a ruined cathedral, so she contacted the Catholic Church and one of their guys wanted to meet with me.""That had to be fun," Tigger grinned. "What does the Cult of the Nazarene think of you and the Goddess Ishara?""We actually discussed polytheism and the place of an omnipotent, omnipresent being in the scope of things," I placed my hands behind my back and rocked back and forth. "It was quite interesting. The guy knew his shit."By that, I meant he was probably with the Pope's Secret Service as well as a Brainiac with a PhD in something. He'd promised to be in touch as soon as he heard back from his superiors. He had this hot chick with him who I suspected was a nun. And if his driver wasn't ex-military, it was because he was still in the service. On the plus side, Hana had been beaming when we left, which assured me the meeting had gone well, so we had sex from 4 AM until 5:30, thus my current fatigued state."Are you going to abandon your faith?" Fabiola taunted me."I don't have faith, Fabiola of Minerva. Faith would imply I don't know there are supernatural entities screwing with our lives. I know they do exist, I've met a few. To satisfy your disingenuous curiosity, we discussed the nature of the Weave and it being the possible manifestation of God's Will.""How did that go?" Paula appeared interested."He strongly suggested I should 'revisit my Catholic roots' soon. By that, I think he meant I'm supposed to start attending church regularly," I shrugged. "The Pope is sending an envoy to the Great Khan too, so odds are good I'm getting married," I pronounced the last bit as the doom-laden prediction it was."Oh, yes," Fabiola reached passed Paula and smacked me in the chest with the back of her hand. "That is for insinuating you and I had intercourse to my Mother and the Council.""Was that chastising me for lying, or for not making it so?" I winked."Ah, no!" she pouted. "Stop lying about me."I looked down at my phone."We've got twelve minutes," I double-pumped my eyebrows. "Want to go to Katrina's bathroom?""What! No!" Fabiola

Vincent, Buffy and other family matter.Book 3 in 18 parts, By FinalStand. Listen to the ► Podcast at Explicit Novels. It is selfish to believe that your family will always love you. At some point you will be asked to earn it The main front was stabilizing. The 2nd Army was in tough shape though all three divisions were still in the fight. The 1st Army's 2nd and 9th Divisions had corked up the advances out of Cambodia. As soon as night fell, they would maneuver the majority of the 2nd Division to crush the Alliance forces north of Bangkok. The rioters would be crushed tomorrow morning. They would survive.This realization came too late to them. The rot of fear had infected the 1st Army, 1st Division and the police force commands. Of more importance, a small group of secretive individuals convinced two senior Thai officers that something had to be done before the city fell, or the Prime Minister reasserted control over the city.Those two conspirators had the same problem as the Loyalists, enemy troops and protestors in the street. Those officers had no way to contact the crucial enemy commanders, but they knew who did, the Indian Navy. Surreptitiously, they contacted the Indian Navy's Expeditionary Fleet. The fleet's Admiral quickly put them in touch with the Alliance Command Authority and within two hours, a deal was made.The Great Khan would stop the Alliance offensive if the King of Thailand made a public appeal, no strings attached. This new group of rebels and the Alliance worked out the path they needed to take to reach the King so that the Alliance forces were out of the way and no planes, or helicopter attacked their formations. They even had a TV station that would broadcast the King's speech ending the conflict. All they needed was nightfall.And that was the true story of how the counter-coup was pulled off, how the King of Thailand was able to talk to the Great Khan and how the Thai government was overthrown. In the final analysis, the Loyalist hadn't fallen before the might of the Alliance. They were done in by a tiny number of Black Lotus operative almost no one knew existed, with a small amount of assistance from JIKIT."No wonder the Seven Pillars has never been able to wipe out these guys," Addison yawned. "They are slippery as eels and thrice as lethal. I am glad they are on our side." Several sets of eyes looked at her skeptically. "I mean, I am glad we are currently working toward the same goals."Thus,"I suggest we all get some sleep," Addison declared as she stood up and stretched.Odette was comfortably asleep, so I curled her up and carried her to the elevator. I wanted to go home and forget that I had lost any semblance of a normal life. I didn't know what was worse; me doing the shit I was doing, or me understanding what I was doing. Juanita had gone down ahead of us to pull the car around to the front.Chaz, Pamela, Odette and I went down in the first wave of the exodus from the workplace. The door opened on the ground floor. I wasn't the first person to notice her. My reflexes had improved to the point I had a moment to recognize her before the people around me sprang into action.Pamela side-stepped to the right, pistol mystically appearing in her two-hand grip. Chaz, Chaz bore Odette and me to the ground. His level of dedication astonished me. He was shielding us with his body. From what, I hadn't been able to determine."Deadman switch," one of my aunts stated. "I want to talk with Cáel." The voice had a stressed tenor to it."Back outside," Pamela simmered."No.""Chaz, what is going on?" I asked him. He hadn't moved and wasn't letting me wiggle around to see."Explosive vest," he responded coolly. That's right. Chaz was shielding Odette and me with his body.That is what I found astonishing, his desire to give his life for me. His expectation that Pamela could kill the threat while he was currently occupied was understandable."We seem to be at an impasse," Pamela edged further away.She wasn't avoiding the blast radius. That was impossible in this lobby. No, if it came to firing, she was making it easier for Chaz to get a shot off since the shooter couldn't cover both angles of attack."Let me talk to him," my aunt insisted. This made no sense."Chaz, let me deal with this," I told my bodyguard."Are you sure?" he questioned."Not really. As Pamela said, she's not going to let any of us leave until she talks to me and if you kill her, she kills all of you." Chaz let me stand.Odette was just awakening to the threat. Chaz rose to stand by my side. (Sadly, Odette didn't rate him dying for her.) I prayed I didn't fuck this up."Cáel, is that really you?" the women with green eyes and red hair asked me. She sounded desperate, which would explain the suicide vest."Yeah, which one are, Mom?"{9:10 pm, Tuesday, September 2nd ~ 6 Days to go}"Yes, I'm Sibeal. Are you my son?""Do you mean   No! Grandfather Cáel hasn't supplanted my spirit with his own," I took a deep breath. "I'm not sure how I can convince you of this.""Do you miss your Father?" she queried."Yes," I murmured."Ahh Cáel, you are still my son. Thank all that is divine," she sighed."Care to deactivate the vest now?" Pamela suggested."Do you promise not to shoot me? You two, and the one sneaking up on me from behind." She meant Juanita, who had sensed the danger and exited the car."You are three kinds of crazy, so I'm not making any guarantees," Pamela answered."Pamela   Chaz, I really think she is my mother. And I assume she is here to kill Cáel O'Shea, not me," I interjected. I still wasn't leaving Chaz' side. "Please don't kill her.""No guarantees," Chaz affirmed."She's his mother," Odette chimed in. "If it was anyone else, they would be in a cloud of bodyguards, not alone.""Here is the deal, Mom. You deactivate the vest, then we will talk. Otherwise, I'm taking my security's advice and backing the fuck out of here.""Okay," she nodded. "It's a fake. I'm upset, but not enough to be suicidal. I wanted to see what you would do. Father would have sacrificed everyone else. You got tackled and you obeyed the man who was trying to save your life.""Chaz, what do you think?" Pamela asked him."We could hold her here until Virginia shows up. That would give Cáel a few minutes to reminisce before she gets dragged off to the looney bin." (That would, of course, lead to her death while in Federal custody   so that wasn't happening, period.)"I concur," Pamela agreed. She still had her gun out and aimed. She went to a one-handed grip so she could motion Juanita to come inside.I took the opportunity to walk around Chaz, though I only advanced half way."I think it is asking too much from my bodyguards to walk up to you with that vest lying at your feet," I pointed. "You know   just in case you are lying." She nodded, smiled and came forward. A hug was in the offing. I almost missed Odette coming up behind me."I'm on a timetable," Mom murmured into my shoulder. "You know why.""I am afraid I do," (my pheromones were already affecting her). "What brought this on? How long can you stay?""The kidnapping made it imperative. But this has been my first opportunity to get close enough to you to determine if my father had won, or not," she confessed."I'm not sure how long I can remain ~ maybe a day, or three. I have heard you have an upcoming ordeal you must go through for your Amazons." Odette again by way of Delilah. I decided to give Delilah the benefit of the doubt and just accept that she did what she did because she was worried about me."Oh. Mom, this is Odette Sievert, my roommate and all-around better friend than I deserve." Odette extended her hand. Mom reached past me and shook it."Nice to finally meet you in person," Mom smiled."Nice to realize you aren't as nutty as the rest of the bunch,and considering you came at Pamela and Chaz with a fake suicide vest   that is saying something," Odette grinned."My son is all I have left of Ferko (my dad)," she grew grim. "If my father stole him after killing my husband   I wouldn't know how to carry on.""Aaahh," Odette stammered through this tense family moment. "You are about to be a grandmother in a serious way," she tried to turn things around. "How does a dozen grandkids sound?"Operational security and secret information were concepts Odette was aware of. She simply refused to use either one."Really?" Mom looked from Odette to me. "How serious?""How about we get out of here before the FBI shows up," I began directing my mom out the doors."Cáel?" Chaz questioned."Hey now, I never agreed to hand my mom over to Virginia. The vest was fake. Let's not dwell on this," I urged Mom and Odette out the door."Ishara," Juanita repeatedly prayed, "why do you test me so?"Chaz and Pamela showed their faith in me and my decision-making ability by tagging along. For me, what does a son who hasn't spent any time with his mother since he was seven (because she was supposedly dead for the past fifteen years) ask first?Actually, we waited for Chaz, who had the presence of mind to ensure the vest was truly a dud and then called Virginia so she could clean up one of my messes   yet again."Thank you, Color Sergeant," Mom looked toward Chaz as the GL 550 pulled away from One Mi Ma1 Tower. Unfortunately, the look he sent her way wasn't friendly."Thanks for reminding me," I nodded to Mom. "Chaz, what in the Hell possessed you to jump on Odette and me? I appreciate it,""Me too," Odette chimed in."But please don't do that ever again. Of all the, let's just say I have too many deaths of people I like on my mind. I don't want you added to that list.""Tough.""Well, thanks for considering my request," I groaned."Chaz, three nights ago our boy learned that one of the women he knocked up is going to die and no one will intervene to save her life and they won't tell him where she is," Pamela let him know."Who do we talk to?" he asked me. By 'talk' I assumed he meant torture until they coughed up a viable location/suspect."The Goddess Ishara.""Fuck. I apologize, Cáel. That is hard news for a young man like you to take. As for my jumping on you   suck it up. It is my job to make sure you can do yours.""Juanita," Pamela called out. "Stop driving to Havenstone. Take us back to Cáel's place. He won't let the Amazons take his mother, which means I won't let them, which means Chaz won't let them. Besides, Odette could get killed in the cross-fire and too many people like her for that to be safe for any would-be assassin.""Really?" Odette perked up. Of course she wasn't worried about being killed. Odette was fascinated that people found her valuable   enough to kill anyone who killed her. She'd more fully grasp that curse later on. She was a genuinely nice person. What Pamela left unsaid was that if 'people' thought someone might kill Odette, they would 'proactively' protect her. Too many people she now hung out with were of that stripe of crazy."Pamela, would you miss me if I got killed?" Odette turned to the most dangerous person in the car. (I didn't think Mom was in her league, but then I had never seen her fight, so I was keeping an open mind.)"You bet your ass, Baby-cakes," she grinned at my super-kind sidekick."Me too," Chaz added gruffly. "Of greater importance, Addison would take umbrage. Next to Ms. Love, she's the nastiest bitch I've ever met." He meant that as a compliment."Not Lady Yum   I meant Worthington-Burke?" I inquired."She doesn't take things personally. She'd miss Odette, but not enough to move off-mission," Chaz explained."Let's not forget Buffy," Pamela snorted. "What she lacks in experience she makes up for by being totally psychotic and fanatically loyal to Wakko here. People who piss him off tend to end up as a place holder on the Obituary page.""Unless they never find the bodies," Juanita commented   from her personal experience disposing of people for me. Groan."Cáel, I am so happy I met you," Odette hugged my arm. "My life was going nowhere before you gave me your phone number. Now, I know my life is at risk and I don't care. Being with you has been more wonderful than I ever thought possible."Mom was studying me, both pleased and worried."What?" I asked."You have a lot of your grandfather in you. He did have a gift for inspiring the best out of people. You are like your father in that you care for those people   caring for both their lives and their happiness. Your father inspired that same kind of loyalty because he kept the needs of his people in the forefront of his mind.""Dad was like Grandpa?" I worried."Hell no." That was Pamela."Thank the Divine, no," Mom exhaled at the same time. "How do you know my father?""I killed him," Pamela grinned."You were the one? I'm, I don't know what to think," Mom murmured."Keep that in mind before you try to pull another stunt like you did tonight," Pamela's grin grew feral."Pamela is the best Grandmother I could ever hope for," I explained."Spiritually speaking," Odette tried to lighten the mood (she was a cracker-jack morale officer). "Otherwise it would make Cáel's having sex with her granddaughters rather, suspect.""Odette, you can say 'incestuous'," Mom gave a half-grin. "Do you know much about my family?""Your Pa created you and your sisters to be fuck-toys who also ran errands for him," Odette nodded. "They are all loonies.""Don't share that view with them," Mom cautioned. "When we last met, they had a highly under-developed sense of humor and a well-cultivated mean streak.""Gotcha," Odette giggled. "After dealing with the Slayers of Testicles numbers 1 & 2, I have learned what kind of wacky girls Cáel attracts without even trying.""I really should make sure Mr. Fiennes is okay," I reminded myself."You would do better catching up with that girl down the hall. The Korean takeout girl also asked about you", offered Odette. Yeah, the girl in 3-F baked me some cookies when Dad was murdered."How many grandchildren are we talking about?" Mom looked at me with some serious maternal affection."Who are the Slayers of Testicles?" Juanita wanted to know. My family jewels belonged to House Ishara   at least in her and her sisters' estimation."Oneida's bodyguards," Odette let slip out before she saw the warning look in my eyes."You are sleeping with the apprentice of House Arinniti?" gasped Juanita   I was hoping her questioning wasn't hurting her driving. "What about the 84 day rule?""I'd better not bring up Rhada," Odette nodded thoughtfully."I'm going to spank you," I growled at Odette."Was that aimed at me?" Juanita."Yippee, and we are going home now, too!" Odette squealed."Not you, Juanita   Odette. I want to teach her how to 'not say' whatever pops up in her head," I grumbled."You promised to punish me!" she beamed brightly. "Punish me! Punish me!""Uuuuuuu," I beat my cranium against the headrest in front of me."I thought she was the 'nice' girl," Mom chided me."She was," Pamela smirked. "Unfortunately, she's been totally corrupted by your son.""Yep," Odette agreed. "He's opened up a whole new horizon of things sexual for me.""Son, how many women are you seeing? I thought you were engaged." Mom."Uuuuuuu," I repeated."I'll take care of this," Chaz intervened calmly. "He is as loyal as he can be   within the bounds of his limited moral arsenal   to Hana Sulkanen. So he is sexually and romantically involved with Brooke Lee and Libra Chalmers, civilians he met through contacts at Havenstone. There is Anais Saint-Armour, RCMP, who departed this weekend,""She'll be back," Pamela assured Mom. "They always come back at least once.""Who has only come back just once?" Chaz laconically questioned Pamela."Good point," Pamela acceded. "They keep coming back until he changes the locks, his phone number and address." That made no sense,"I am glad you two are my friends," I groused. "I'd hate to think what you would say about me if you hated me.""You're welcome," Pamela grinned."Ms. Marla Chalmers," Chaz continued without missing a beat, "Libra's younger sibling, who your son indubitably impressed while in college; three teachers at an exclusive school, he met them while body-guarding a group of children; an assistant manager of a hotel he stayed at; six attractive, college-educated European young women,""Don't forget the Macedonian!" Pamela interjected."I have removed her from the list because she has no reliable way to hunt down our boy," he explained."Good point," Pamela nodded."They like busting your chops, don't they?" Mom smiled."As opposed to physically busting my chops   this I can live with.""You have matured nicely. Your father would be very pleased   quietly, of course.""Thank you Mom." She knew the man better than I ever would."We won't count the 189 Amazons who have staked a claim to him for the next nine days," Chaz added."What! 189? When did that happen?""The thirty huntresses and the 159 members of House Ishara," Pamela clued me in."159? When did that happen?" I gasped again. I was repeating myself   not good. I knew I had told Buffy to 'keep up the good work', but still, House Ishara wasn't even two months old yet."They are the best of the roughly 20,000 Runners in the Host and thus, all are serious bad-ass bitches," Pamela assured me. "I think Helena would like you to explore a few more heroic Runners who have since passed.""Passed?" Mom."Cáel sees dead people," Odette beamed."So does his Aunt Baibre," Mom said."Met her, came off a bit, off," I confirmed."That's Baibre. What other ones have you met, besides Deidre and Brianna?"She was asking if I had met others outside of Delilah's watchful eye."Hmm, Imogen, Kelly and Matilda.""Okay. You haven't met the bad ones yet," Mom nodded. I was stunned yet again. Not by what Mom said, but by,"The 'bad ones'?" Pamela inquired. "They come in shades worse than Kelly and Matilda?""I'm with you on that. Those two were unsettling," Chaz agreed. Holy Shit! Pamela and Chaz were agreeing that two of my aunts had them worried on a tactical level. So 'not good' for me, since I couldn't take either of my friends. Bad-bad."Fiona is the worst. She is the second youngest of my generation and by far the most lethal. She was Father's pet.""Oh joy," I sighed."Is she bulletproof?" Chaz inquired."Not quite, but she is definitely hard to kill. She has a greater share of Alal while remaining sane.""Oh, she's the sane one?" Juanita joined in."On that side of his family, sane is a relative term." Thanks, Odette."Relative to how far your cock is into them?" Pamela snorted."Hold on now," I interrupted the jocularity. "What do you mean   'your generation'   'the second youngest'   what happened to the youngest   and when you say 'worst', define 'worst'."Pamela's phone rang."Father created three generations of daughters and sons. Carrig was the 'success' on the male side of the equation."Uncle Lumpy was the 'success'? What had the other uncles been like   idiot cyclops cannibals?"He destroyed all the rest.""Please clarify," Chaz studied my mother. "Your father murdered his own children?""Yes. All but one of the 36 sons. He kept Carrig around as a reminder to not create any more sons. The first generation of daughters were all 'failures'.""You mean dead?" Odette gulped."Yes   dead now, though he viewed all of us as property, not human beings.""Consider Grandad's low opinion of humanity, that's extra tragic," I put an arm around Odette. Pamela was muffling her conversation."Of the second generation of daughters, only Aunt Faoiltiama was kept around. I always had the impression her soul wasn't entirely human. She is rather primitive and predatory. A less horrifically unbalanced Carrig   physically that is. Carrig was somewhat more erudite.""Wow, I don't know what to think of that," I mumbled."Of my generation, eleven of us were allowed to live. Kelly and Maitilda are the most physically dangerous. That was their purpose   killing things.""Trained in combat styles by Cáel's grandfather?" Chaz looked, depressed."Yes. The four of us were. Fiona was the only one I couldn't best.""I would like to spar with you when it is convenient," Chaz requested."Okay. You deserve to know how bad it can be," she nodded. "Of the rest, Una was the youngest, the most human and humane. She was Father's final failure. I was never sure why he kept her alive.""For Cáel to rescue, of course," Odette insisted. Crap. She was right. By the horrified look on my Mother's face, she knew Odette was correct as well.Alal had let Una live as a contingency card, in case I was a soft-hearted sap. In hindsight, it was obvious. The innocent damsel trapped in a madhouse, at the mercy of her fiendish kinfolk, she was a perfect weapon to make me do stupider shit than normal."Damn," Mom muttered. "Anyway, Briana is the most willful and the family's representative to the Illuminati. Deidre is the most sedate, so she handles the normal business interests that we are allowed to know about. Darcie had Alal's hunger for lost and forbidden lore. In her case, it is all-consuming. She has memorized much of Father's collection.""She is rather good at it too   or was when I last saw her. Imogen is our tactician and oversees the O'Shea's bodyguard contingent. She has Father's ability to choose the best men and women, to train them to a razor's edge and to inspire fanatic loyalty.""Sadhbba: she is Father's spy master; with the exceptionally eerie talents of subterfuge, deceit and finding the weakness in others. She and I did not get along. Fiona could do it all, except for my talent.""Which is?" Chaz took over, since Pamela was waving me over for a close, quiet chat concerning her phone call."Fiona was an updated version of me. She was slightly better at everything I could do, except for one thing. I had Father's sixth sense about things. Fiona did not, and that was the reason she hated me so much. Father stoked our internal conflicts to keep us all on edge.""Good to know," Chaz understated his concern. "Do you have any intelligence on how, when and with what your father will come after our boy?" I wasn't insulted by the 'our boy' moniker. He wasn't calling me a child. He was telling Mom that I was 'one of the boys'   on his team. I felt all warm and tingly. My dearth of long-term male friends had meant I had never really been in a fraternity   the close brotherhood of men   before."Problem for you to deal with," Pamela handed me the phone. "It is Tabitha Loire." Tabitha? Vincent's   FBI Special Agent Vincent Lorie's   drop-dead gorgeous daughter. He had taken more than one bullet in Romania. I hadn't heard from him since that morning at the hospital, before being whisked away to the US via Germany. I remained a lousy friend."Hello? Who is this?" the weary, angry voice on the other end of the connection spoke."Cáel Nyilas. Tabitha Loire, what can I do for you?""What can you tell me about my Father?""Oh God! He is not dead, is he?" I grunted. Pause."No. No, Da is okay. He was released from the hospital a week ago. I would like to talk to you about what happened to him overseas.""He won't tell you?""No. Neither will his boss, or any of his acquaintances. Mr. Nyilas, he is down in the dumps and I want to know what I can do to help out. If you are his friend, you should help."I couldn't blame her for being both bitter and exasperated. She had run full tilt into the Great Wall of National Security and been stopped cold."How about I come down and talk to you?" I offered. "What I can tell you shouldn't go out over a phone and I have been remiss in not catching up with your father sooner.""Umm, when?""I'll take the next train down tonight," I decided. "We'll arrange some vehicles at the station. What is your address?" She hesitated. After all, she had Pamela's number, not mine and I was tied into her father being shot   badly. She gave me the address, her desire to know what happened overcoming her caution when dealing with strangers. "I'll give you a call when we arrive in Alexandria.""Train?" Juanita griped. Chaz pulled out his phone and called Agent-86 for both the next train from Penn Station to Alexandria and an update to Virginia and the Homeland Security people for clearance to bring along our ironmongery. Pamela looked at me with pride. So did Mom. Whatever Juanita's opinion of me was, it was concealed by her call to someone else   probably updating Buffy on my itinerary."Vincent was the Federal Agent who was wounded at Miercurea Ciuc?" asked Mom."I need to have a talk with Delilah," Pamela glowered."I want to be in the room when you do," Chaz agreed."Juanita   Penn Station and call someone at Executive Services to pick up our car. Long term parking there is a bitch," I related.Was it? I had no idea, but Alal apparently did. I had been to Penn Station three times; and I never had a vehicle that needed a parking space. All three times, Havenstone sent a car to pick me up. That was for my preliminary and final interviews, plus handling all the paperwork after I got the job.I'd left Bolingbrook in a U-Haul truck (without much in it) a week before starting work. I had an iron-clad belief I could find a place to live within that time span. That was all the time and money I had allotted to that endeavor. My budget had been tight, or so I believed.Unlike the other four chuckleheads who joined the New Directive, I hadn't received a signing bonus. Maybe I should have asked for one. Too late for that now."You taking your mother to meet Vincent?" Odette poked me. I looked from Pamela to Odette then back again.Sneaky-ass bitches. They were introducing my widowed Mother to a really nice, mature guy who was brave, a good father, a widower and all-around stand-up guy. He had a ready-made family, an oldest daughter my age. Beyond some physical similarities, Vincent was not much like Dad. Dad was a quiet, private man.By the nature of his job as a Field Agent, Vincent had to possess superior communication skills. Physically, they were nearly the same height, but Dad was broader in the shoulders. On the other hand, Vincent had both a warrior's spirit and the skills to back it up.But why Mom? Her life was more a disaster than mine, and mine was colossally fucked up."Don't get any ideas," Pamela put out there. Was she talking to me? "Chaz and I don't like you. Your father is a rat-bastard with a mind like a snake. We have no idea if you are yet another one his plots to get at Cáel."They were still taking her with us as we went to see Vincent in Virginia. Since this was going to be a quick trip   I had to be back at Havenstone at 6 a.m.   no clothing was necessary. Chaz received a call from Agent-86 with a follow-up call as we pulled up to the station. I didn't know the nature of the second call until we went to pick up our tickets for the 10:05 Northeast Regional.Waiting there was my old buddy and now sister, Wilma Draper/Ishara. I was at a loss why. It wasn't as if I needed more firepower than Juanita, Chaz and Pamela in the confined environment of a train."Wilma?""Hello Ish   Cáel," she smiled. She was emotionally pumped."What are you doing here?""Oh... Buffy told me that I was to be here on assignment to fulfill an Isharan obligation." This would be Wilma's first mission for House Ishara, no matter how brief and danger-free it might be. She was ecstatic.Huh? I couldn't recall any obligation I owed Buffy, or Vincent. Unlike every other Amazon House, things regularly happened without the Head of House's knowledge. Face facts: I was the least prepared leader the Host had ever had. I compensated by having hyper-competent underlings   the very best of the best Runners-turned-Full-blooded Amazons."Ah," Pamela nodded, sensing my loss of understanding, "A promise to provide Vincent a bodyguard was made in your presence. Being the highest ranking member of the Host present, and failing to pass on that knowledge, it falls to your House to answer that pledge.""Wilma, you are here to be Vincent Loire's bodyguard?""Only temporarily. The current state of affairs at HQ won't allow me to take more than three days leave. Your 'First' is seeking another appropriate Isharan for the task."I had totally dropped the ball.The initiative to bring JIKIT and the Amazons together was my creation. Katrina had approved it, yet it was my status as Chief Diplomat of the Host (as I had redefined that role,) that was responsible for that group, and thus Vincent. There was also another undercurrent to providing Vincent an Amazon bodyguard. I would be sending Vincent the message that he was still a valuable member of the team. His infirmity was simply a temporary difficulty.I gave Javiera a call. I suddenly needed to know Vincent's status with the FBI. A little past Philadelphia, she called back. Vincent was on long-term leave and, barring a positive physical assessment, he would never be going back into the field. They were making him a desk jockey for the rest of his career. That would be a heavy enough blow to the man to put him in the dumps.I made my view clear. As Unpaid Honcho Assigned to Unit L &  U HAUL, I wanted Vincent on my team   JIKIT's field team. I had plenty of lethal shooters. I needed a trained investigator and a veteran lawman to keep us aware of the niceties the world's legal systems wished to live by. I finished that off with a very regal "Make it so!" Javiera, my boss, hung up on me; though I thought I caught a laugh before the connection was cut."Pamela," Chaz turned to Pamela, "I am proud to call him 'brother'.""I think he is coming along nicely, Grandson Charles," Pamela preened. Wha- huh? My family had grown yet again. Grown yet again with people who were better than me."Does that make Aya your niece?" a sleepy Odette smiled."I guess it does," he nodded."Aya will love you," Pamela smiled."I hope Caitlyn loves him too," I smirked."A man could do worse than marrying an Amazon," Chaz blithely retorted. Less I forget, the Tomorrow Clan had its own long warrior tradition."Asking it to be three thousand years long is a bit too much," Pamela agreed with what I had not spoken aloud."On the plus side," I began."He's also getting several frisky sisters-in-law," Pamela finished. Hi-Five."Super Twin Powers Activate!" we proclaimed loudly.Fuck Ishara for taking Tad fi from me. I could be just like my Father. I could bleed off my pain with humor and look at my daughter with untainted love."When I grow up, I want to be just like you," Odette yawned. Which one of us she wanted to emulate wasn't clear.{Wounded, but not forgotten}{2:00 am, Wednesday, September 3rd ~ 5 Days to go}The tickets were one-way. Katrina was having a private jet come down at 4 a.m. to fetch me. We arrived in DC at 1:30. Two bleary-eyed State Department flunkies met us with an S U V and a sedan. We took the S U V ~ we had seven people ~ while they drove the sedan back so they could try to make something of the night that duty had destroyed.They looked curious about what this was all about and were a bit disappointed that no explanation was forthcoming from our crowd. We were polite, and I thanked them for their service. Being a decent human being doesn't cost you much and can pay serious dividends.The drive to Casa de Loire took thirty minutes. Juanita informed me the small airport I would be flying out of was a twenty minute drive, so I had roughly an hour and half with Vincent and his family. When we arrived, Juanita sent Wilma to make a 'walk-around' Vincent's home so she could get the lay of the land as well as keep an eye out for voyeurs.Pamela saved another series of frowns from Juanita by being the first person to the door. Tabitha had called her after all. Tabitha, Vincent's oldest and a Georgetown University senior, clearly didn't know what to make of us, and we weren't making it any easier for her by showing up on her stoop three hours after she had called Pamela.It wasn't going to get better. For starters, Juanita (and the not visible Wilma) had a MP-7A1. Ya know  military-grade weaponry. The door opened halfway. It was Gretchen Loire, the middle daughter."Hello. May I help you?" That wasn't her being uninformed about our imminent arrival. This was the child of an FBI agent allowing a stranger at her door to identify themselves instead of giving them a name to use."I'm Pamela Pile," my mentor answered. "This is Cáel Nyilas, my grandson. The gentleman to his left is my other grandson, Color Sergeant Chaz Tomorrow of the British military. To the left is Juanita Garza, my younger grandson's bodyguard   the one without a gun in his hand. The young lady in back is Odette Sievert, another one of your father's co-workers. The woman beside her is Sibeal Nyilas, Cáel's mother. Don't trust her   long story. A seventh member of our group is checking out your backyard. Her name is Wilma Draper.""You are heavily armed. Is my Da in trouble?""I want to talk to your father, if that is okay with you. I'll let Cáel answer your questions. He's our titular boss."'Thanks Pamela', I groaned inwardly.She was cute, exhausted and emotionally-vulnerable. Eager for answers and for someone to make sense of a world where her anchor   her father   had been nearly killed (not that his wounds had really been life-threatening). I hadn't had sex in over a day and that had only been a tension-breaker quickie with Odette.As we entered, it was obvious that Gretchen and her younger sister, Mariyah, had camped out in the front living room, catching some 'z's' on a recliner and a sofa with light blankets for covers. Mariyah was on the sofa, sitting up on her elbows and struggling to wake up.As Chaz shut the front door, Tabitha came down the stairs."Mr. Nyilas," she greeted me. Well, I was an infamous celebrity. I even had two Facebook pages (Nyilas Nailed Me! and Az  j Magyarorsz g kir lya (The New King of Hungary)) as well as four Instagram accounts devoted to me."Ms. Loire," I met her halfway and shook her hand."Call me Tabitha.""Call me Cabbage-Head," I grinned. That caught her off guard."Oh, kay, not what I expected." (I get that a lot) "We need to talk," she failed to stifle a grin."If you sleep with any of these girls, I will shoot you," Pamela warned me in Hittite."Excuse me?" Tabitha looked her way."Don't worry about it, Tabitha," Pamela gave her a congenial look. "I simply warned the boy that if he acted inappropriately, I would scar him.""Aren't you engaged?" she turned on me."Yes. Yes I am. Hana is a wonderful woman; beautiful, smart, with a big heart and a serious nature. Sadly for her, I'm a lousy human being, untrustworthy cad and perpetually prone to making bad decisions where women are concerned. Very bad decisions.""Miss, since my associate appears to be eminently capable of mangling the English language, let me help you clarify the situation: Cáel can't say 'no' where a woman is concerned. He can't even say, 'no, please don't hurt me', or 'no, not now. I'm talking to my date'.""Hi. I'm Odette. There are four sane people in this room and I'm one of them.""Says the woman who snuck aboard a transatlantic fight and hid in a place in the galley which you couldn't get out of," Pamela snorted."I got to go to Europe for free," she defiantly perked up. "Oh, and ladies," to the Lorie girls, "your father is a wonderful and brave male. (OK, too much time around the Amazons for her.) "He saved my life in Budapest.""He was in Budapest?" Gretchen."When?" Tabitha."Why?" Mariyah."We need to talk to Vincent  

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Speciaal voor de opening van het vernieuwde Rubenshuis vatten de Kunstklappers het hele weekend post in de werkkamer van het Rubenshuis. Ze spreken met Sven Rayen (tattoo-artist), Lotte Dodion (stadsdichter) en de Foodarcheoloog over Rubens en nog veel meer. Maar ook willekeurige bezoekers van het Rubenshuis schuiven aan aan de podcast-tafel en krijgen een quiz voorgeschoteld.

Dr. Ilse Rayen is een kinderarts met een missie! Ze is niet alleen moeder van drie kinderen, maar ook de oprichter van de kinderartsenpraktijk KAPRA+ in Hasselt. Ze heeft het boek "Natuurlijke gezondheid voor baby's en kinderen" geschreven. In dit boek kijkt ze verder dan alleen de symptomen van kinderen en zoekt ze naar de oorzaken. Wat bespreken we in deze aflevering? Hoe laat je je kind gezond opgroeien? Ilse geeft praktische tips voor een gezondere levensstijl voor kinderen. Van het verminderen van bewerkte producten en zuivel tot het belang van slaap, je krijgt volop handige adviezen! Wat is de invloed van voeding op het gedrag van je kind? Is er een link met ADHD en andere gedragskenmerken? Ilse heeft het ondermeer over de rol van suikers en kleurstoffen. De eerste duizend dagen van een kind zijn superbelangrijk, zegt Ilse. Ze legt uit hoe voeding, stress en routines bijdragen aan een gezond microbioom, en deelt haar ervaringen met alternatieve behandelingen. Gezond en gelukkig opgroeien begint bij gezonde keuzes in voeding en levensstijl. Ilse toont dat we mogen vertrouwen op ons moeder- en vaderinstinct en dat we niet bang hoeven te zijn om vragen te stellen of nieuwe dingen te proberen voor de gezondheid van je kind! ——— Spreekuur met Dokter Servaas

Deze aflevering is een klein eerbetoon aan Wimie Wilhelm met bijdragen van Richard Groenendijk, Fuad Hassen, Martijn Kardol, Margot Rôs, Johan Goossens, Arjen Hurkmans, Rayen Panday, Teun van den Elzen en Annick Boer.Wimie overleed onverwachts op 16 september 2023 na een kort ziekbed.In deze aflevering spreek ik een aantal mensen die met haar hebben gewerkt. De selectie gasten is verre van volledig maar hopelijk groot genoeg om een beeld te kunnen schetsen van wie ze was en hoe ze werkte.Voor de volledigheid: de theaterweek op Vlieland werd door Wimie georganiseerd samen met Margje Wittermans. Arjen Hurkmans deed de technische ondersteuning.Wimie was ook zelf te gast in Elektra Podcast. Haar aflevering vind je hierDe aflevering met Teun van den Elzen vind je hierDe aflevering met Annick Boer komt binnenkort online. Zodra die er is vind je hem hier.De aflevering met Margot Ros vind je hierDe aflevering met Fuad Hassen vind je hierDe aflevering met Martijn Kardol vind je hierDe aflevering met Johan Goossens vind je hierDe aflevering met Rayen Panday vind je hierDe aflevering met Richard Groenendijk vind je hierDe aflevering over Dara Faizi waarin het lied van Rayen te horen is, vind je hierCamping Stortemelk op Vlieland blijft theater programmeren. Hier lees je meer over.Vind je Elektra leuk, steun dan de podcast en doneer een paar euro via elektrapodcast.nlDoe een kleine maandelijkse donatie voor extra afleveringen en leuke extra's via elektrapodcast.nl/steun-elektraWil je meer weten over Wouter, de host en maker van Elektra? Kijk dan op woutermonden.nlDe nieuwe speeldata van mijn show Stormbrein staan nu online! Tickets en info vind je hier https://www.woutermonden.nl/speellijst Geen data bij jou in de buurt? Meld je aan voor de nieuwsbrief en krijg één keer per maand de laatste updates.

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'Karma' is de zevende voorstelling van Rayen Panday, waarin de cabaretier alle facetten van dit begrip doorneemt. Sinds 2008 is hij actief als stand-up comedian en cabaretier. Hij is onderdeel van Comedytrain en van het team van Last one laughing. Netflix maakte met hem de special 'Comedians of the world'. Presentatie: Andrew Makkinga

Historias de hoy que cambiaran el mañana. Conduce José Ignacio Cuadra.  En este episodio te invitamos a conocer la historia de Rayen una pequeña ratoncita que en su primer el día en el “zoolegio” sufre bullyng a patas de un león, junto a uno de sus autores, el contador Jean Ayala.

Rayen en Stefan gaan terug in de tijd samen met Kees van Amstel. Ze bespreken al het benodigde; drive-in dj's, afkomst van lage adel en bami & nasi. Ook komt Hans Sibbel nog even langs.

Stefan en Rayen zijn terug uit Rome en Malaga en willen je heel graag van alles vertellen! Over het bespieden via de deurbel met camera, kindertrauma's in de comments op YouTube, de podcast-potentie van Bert en Ernie en het forceren van diversiteit. Kaarten voor de triple van Bob, Glodi en Jorn op 26 feb: https://app.guts.tickets/xuo8h9/r7whch

Ja je ziet het goed; Voor de Show in Toomler is terug! Rayen en Stefan hebben jullie gemist en zijn gestart met een nieuwe reeks afleveringen. Kaarten voor dubbelprogramma van Stefan en Sezgin maandag 15 jan: https://app.guts.tickets/a6otmx/hrb5kf

Tijdens het comedyfestival The Funniest Festival Ever in het Chassé Theater in Breda praat Pepijn onder toeziend oog van publiek met cabaretiers Rayen Panday en Teun van den Elzen. Pepijn heeft het idee dat Rayen en Teun een heel andere stijl hebben, ze andere onderwerpen bespreken en allebei een heel 'eigen stem' hebben. Over wat dat laatste is praten de mannen terwijl af en toe mensen weglopen uit de zaal. Iets dat hun toch een beetje pijn doet, maar gelukkig blijven er ook veel mensen dapper zitten. Tot slot komt Teun met misschien wel één van de mooiste uitspraken in de geschiedenis van PepTalk.

Tijdens het comedyfestival The Funniest Festival Ever in het Chassé Theater in Breda praat Pepijn onder toeziend oog van publiek met cabaretiers Rayen Panday en Teun van den Elzen. Pepijn heeft het idee dat Rayen en Teun een heel andere stijl hebben, ze andere onderwerpen bespreken en allebei een heel 'eigen stem' hebben. Over wat dat laatste is praten de mannen terwijl af en toe mensen weglopen uit de zaal. Iets dat hun toch een beetje pijn doet, maar gelukkig blijven er ook veel mensen dapper zitten. Tot slot komt Teun met misschien wel één van de mooiste uitspraken in de geschiedenis van PepTalk.

Rayen Panday betrapt bij thuiskomst twee inbrekers op heterdaad.Zie het privacybeleid op https://art19.com/privacy en de privacyverklaring van Californië op https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

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Take vier van aflevering 113. Naast de pedicure tips van Stefan hebben ze meer belangrijk nieuws; ze gaan een pilot opnemen. Rayen vraagt advies aan Stefan over een interessante reeks berichten die hij heeft gekregen... Link naar de tickets voor voor het Comedytrain International Summer Festival: https://www.comedytrain.nl/international-shows/

Ze zijn weer terug! Vertrouwd met z'n tweeën aan tafel en Jappie achter de knoppen. Na de show. Nee, ze hadden geen ruzie, gewoon zin om weer een aflevering op te nemen. Na al die tijd zijn er nog steeds dingen die onbesproken waren; geld verdienen met teak hout, skaterboys, culture shock in India en nieuwe plannen. De podcast waarin Rayen en Stefan DOEN ALSOF ze comedy maken uit de actualiteit en persoonlijke verhalen. Link naar de tickets voor voor het Comedytrain International Summer Festival: https://www.comedytrain.nl/international-shows/

Hoe ging het eraan toe in de catacombes van Argentinië tegen Nederland tijdens het WK? Hoe praat je met Louis van Gaal? En kan je vrienden worden met een sporter? Op bezoek zijn Milan van Dongen en zijn broer Jeroen Stekelenburg. Beiden sportverslaggevers en uitgenodigd omdat Stefan en Rayen op deze en veel meer vragen antwoord willen. Uiteraard met bijdrages van Yunus Aktas en Mark Waumans en een live publiek!

Rayen en Stefan zullen waarschijnlijk zelf nooit meer de Olympische Spelen halen, maar door de voormalige wereldtoppers Teun de Nooijer en Kim Lammers uit te nodigen, halen ze drie keer goud en twee keer hockey zilver de podcast in. Hoe ziet hun wereldje eruit, wat is hockey humor en stel dat onze jongens toch ineens in het Olympisch dorp belanden, wat kunnen ze daar verwachten?

In de tweede live aflevering vanuit een uitverkocht Toomler was Hans Sibbel te gast! Stefan en Rayen werden geroast, het publiek bepaalde een deel van de inhoud van de podcast en alle relatieproblemen werden van vakkundig advies voorzien!

De laatste voor de opnames met publiek... Tickets via: https://guts.events/xncskt-rayen-en-stefan/ Een nieuwe kijk op de Titanic, biopic en het grootste verschil tussen ochtend en avond Rayen.

Elvis, gamen, films en de kapper. Kortom weer een vertrouwde aflevering met Rayen en Stefan. Ook delen ze hun plannen met de aangekondigde opnames met publiek. De kaartverkoop start aanstaande maandag om 14:00 uur.

Fleet and Nix sit down at the #ISWIS studio for a special post Thanksgiving episode with special guest and Youngstown all star comedian Malcolm Floyd. We talk about pilgrim b*tches, tittaaayyss, the different levels of EAST, RAYEN, WILSON feuds over the years, memories of the good old days and more --- Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/isaidwhatisaidtheshow/support

I sat down for a couple hours with Rayen Belchere on this episode of Mission Statements and we went deep into several things. From finding locations to how 80's hair metal and how a Penelope Spheeris documentary changed the course of his life. Rayen is another guy dedicated to hitting spots. We go for two solid hours and could easily have gone another two. Delta Bravo Does It Better. Enjoy. Find everything Delta Bravo and Mission Statements related here: https://linktr.ee/deltabravomissionstatements Support: The Outsiders House Museum Delta Bravo Urban Exploration Team (Group Page) Sponsors: The Ashburn Pub 44110 Ashburn Village Blvd. #196 Ashburn, Va 20147 The Purcellville Pub 745 E. Main Street Purcellville, Va. 20132 Purcellville EATS 609 E. Main Street - Suite U. Purcellville, Va 20132 Go to: https://www.purcellvilleeats.com Dead Sled Coffee Go to https://www.deadsledcoffee.com Use promo code DELTA BRAVO and receive 20% off of your order. Main Street Jukebox 606 Main Street Stroudsburg, Pa. 18360 https://www.mainstjukebox.com Intro: Greg: https://www.motionkitchen.com Beats: Joseph A. Cassar IG @joelific45 Logo: Fred: vectorsector.bigcartel.com

Halo Listener Di episode kali ini Wulan akan ngobrol-ngobrol dengan penyanyi solo pria yang sudah berkiprah kurang lebih 20 tahun di industri musik indonesia dan di tahun ini comeback dengan single terbarunya. Episode kali ini kita di temani oleh Rayen Pono Rayen Pono adalah Penyanyi dan pencipta lagu yang kembali untuk memanjakan telinga penikmat musik indonesia melalui single terbarunya, “Cinta dari Timur”. Lagu yang ditulis sendiri oleh Rayen dan diproduseri olehnya bersama Alden Luhukay serta dibantu Dawairama sebagai co-producer. “Cinta dari Timur” bukan sekadar lagu dengan tema cinta biasa. Single terbaru Rayen Pono ini secara umum bisa bicara tentang kecintaan terhadap seseorang, terhadap sesuatu. Namun akhirnya judulnya menjadi ‘Cinta dari Timur' karena secara konkret di dalamnya ada lirik Pulau Sumba, Pantai Raja Ampat dan Laut Banda yang mewakili Nusa Tenggara Timur, Papua dan Maluku. Jadi lagu ini berangkat dari rasa kecintaan terhadap identitas Rayen dari Indonesia Timur. Rayen mau mencoba mengembalikan narasi local wisdom itu ke dalam karyanya. Dalam single terbarunya ini Rayen sudah ditulis sejak tahun 2018. “Cinta dari Timur” adalah merupakan karya pertama Rayen yang dirilis oleh Semesta Records, perusahaan rekaman yang didirikan Rian Ekky Pradipta, penyanyi dan pencipta lagu yang juga dikenal sebagai vokalis D'Masiv. Untuk Cerita lebih lengkapnya yuk dengarkan obrolan Langsung di Channel Podcast Bingkai Suara di Spotify, Apple Podcast, atau kunjungi website kita di www.bingkaikarya.com Supported by EJSC Malang

Rayen en Stefan konden het niet laten en hebben een aflevering opgenomen om de stilte te doorbreken! Een update, een weerzien en helaas nog geen duidelijkheid over het vervolg. Voor De Show in Toomler is de wekelijkse podcast van stand-upcomedians Rayen Panday en Stefan Pop waarin ze op zoek gaan naar inspiratie uit persoonlijke verhalen en actualiteiten.

Liever een goeie buur dan een valse vriend, maar niet als het om valse vrienden gaat! Meester Rayen legt uit dat veel valse vrienden uit de landen om ons heen komen en dit voor een humoristisch effect zorgt. Want het is raar als je een Fries 'net niet' hoort zeggen.

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We gaan op pad! Meester Rayen neemt de klas mee naar waar zain wieg heeft gestaan: Oi de Zaan! Daarom waidt hai een les aan het Zaanse dialect. Dat zain maar liefst negen dialecten, dus staan de belangraikste kenmerken centraal taidens deze excursie!

Onze taal is niet zo monogaam als je zou verwachten. Als het aan meester Rayen ligt, zijn we nog lang niet uitverbasterd. Want onze taal ontleent zich niet aan het klakkeloos overnemen van leenwoorden, dus voorlopig zal meester Rayen blijven lobbyen voor verbasteringen. Of koekelen ooit het nieuwe surfen op het internet wordt, de tijd zal het zeggen. Voor nu zou het een mirakel zijn.

Woensdag 19 januari deed het Zaantheater mee aan de actie: Theater Kapsalon. Voor een dag werd de grote zaal van het theater omgedoopt tot kapsalon. Diverse klanten werden geknipt onder begeleiding van optredende cabaretiers. Edwin Kleiss nam verschillende interviews af voor de podcast. Deel 1: Rayen Panday. Deze van oorsprong Zaandamse comedian trad vandaag tweemaal op. Vanmorgen was hij al te zien in de Amsterdamse Kleine komedie. Hij maakt zich vooral zorgen om opkomende talenten die vanwege de lockdown geen kans krijgen ervaring op te doen.

De wekelijkse podcast van stand-upcomedians Rayen Panday en Stefan Pop waarin ze op zoek gaan naar inspiratie uit persoonlijke verhalen en actualiteiten. Rayen is naar New York geweest en heeft heel veel comedy gezien, zijn lievelingsmuzikant ontmoet en is net terug van een livestream over De aardappeleters van van Gogh. Stefan heeft alles gevolgd en heeft zich gebogen over de comments. Ook leren we hoe zijn pianocarrière abrupt tot een einde kwam door een Stanleymes op school.

ようこそ! ¡Bienvenidos al podcast Japonés para todos! Último capítulo de la temporada, el equipo Gakusei lee los mensajes que dejaron los demás alumnos de la academia a los Senseis quienes además nos cuentan sus planes a futuro, no puede faltar la última revelación del 2021 protagonizada por Martín Sensei. ¡Les deseamos unas Felices Fiestas! ¿Tienes algún comentario? ¿te animas a participar? ¿quieres aprender japonés? escríbenos en el Instagram @japanesefordummies En este episodio: Equipo Gakusei: Javo, Facu, Fer, Anto. Equipo Sensei: Nico, Martín, Rayen, Ana y Nico Wanikani. Producción: Rayen Huirilef. Edición: Alejandra Carvajal. 'Japonés para todos' el podcast para los interesados en la cultura japonesa donde se comparten opiniones, conocimientos, e información sobre elementos de la cultura, costumbres y el idioma de Japón. Música: Music by KODOMOi (https://soundcloud.com/kodomoimusic) Creative Commons - Attribution 3.0 Unported - CC BY 3.0 (https://creativecommons.org/licenses/...) Music promoted by Music Panda - Vlog No Copyright Free Music Video Link: https://youtu.be/jmuJp29d57Q XY Team Rocket's Motto – Unreleased track rip/splice from the Pocket Monsters/Pokemon XY(&Z) TV Series. Composed/Arranged by Shinji Miyazaki Felipo Depot https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iYwfxULR_Zk Scott Holmes Music - Jingle Bells ►Visit our music library here https://scottholmesmusic.com Feliz Navidad - Los Niños Cantores de Navidad Con licencia cedida a YouTube por Altafonte Network S.L., Sunflower Entertainment Co., Inc (sound recordings) (en nombre de Discos Fuentes); BMG Rights Management (US), LLC, ARESA, Abramus Digital, MINT_BMG, União Brasileira de Compositores, UMPI, LatinAutor - PeerMusic, LatinAutorPerf y 11 sociedades de derechos musicales

ようこそ! ¡Bienvenidos al podcast Japonés para todos! Tercer programa de la conversación con los Senseis de Japanese for Dummies, ustedes preguntaron y ellos nos respondieron. ¿Algún día veremos sus caras? ¿Cuáles son sus animes favoritos? Todas las respuestas en este episodio ¡Acompáñanos! ¿Tienes algún comentario? ¿te animas a participar? ¿quieres aprender japonés? escríbenos en el Instagram @japanesefordummies En este episodio: Equipo Gakusei: Javo, Facu, Fer, Anto. Equipo Sensei: Nico, Martín, Rayen, Ana y Nico Wanikani. Producción: Rayen Huirilef. Edición: Alejandra Carvajal. 'Japonés para todos' el podcast para los interesados en la cultura japonesa donde se comparten opiniones, conocimientos, e información sobre elementos de la cultura, costumbres y el idioma de Japón. Música: Music by KODOMOi (https://soundcloud.com/kodomoimusic) Creative Commons - Attribution 3.0 Unported - CC BY 3.0 (https://creativecommons.org/licenses/...) Music promoted by Music Panda- Vlog No Copyright Free Music Video Link: https://youtu.be/jmuJp29d57Q XY Team Rocket's Motto – Unreleased track rip/splice from the Pocket Monsters/Pokemon XY(&Z) TV Series. Composed/Arranged by Shinji Miyazaki Felipo Depot https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iYwfxULR_Zk

De wekelijkse podcast van stand-upcomedians Rayen Panday en Stefan Pop waarin ze op zoek gaan naar inspiratie uit persoonlijke verhalen en actualiteiten. Deze week schuift Bas Grevelink aan. Binnen Comedytrain bekend als de eeuwige MC. Doordat hij zo veel shows van heel dichtbij heeft gezien heeft hij de mooiste verhalen. Een gebroken been, het eerst optreden van Najib en ook geeft hij tips om een auditie voor te bereiden. Rayen en Stefan nemen even een break, in de tweede week van januari 2022 zijn ze weer terug!

Especial Senseis CAPÍTULO 2: Dinámicas con Alumnos ようこそ! ¡Bienvenidos al podcast Japonés para todos! Segundo programa de la conversación con los Senseis de Japanese For Dummies, ustedes preguntaron y si quieren conocer las respuestas ¡quédate con nosotros el final! Chismes, revelaciones y secretos. ¿Tienes algún comentario? ¿te animas a participar? ¿quieres aprender japonés? escríbenos en el Instagram @japanesefordummies En este episodio: Equipo Gakusei: Javo, Facu, Fer, Anto. Equipo Sensei: Nico, Martín, Rayen, Ana y Nico Wanikani. Producción: Rayen Huirilef. Edición: Alejandra Carvajal. 'Japonés para todos' el podcast para los interesados en la cultura japonesa donde se comparten opiniones, conocimientos, e información sobre elementos de la cultura, costumbres y el idioma de Japón. Música: Best Kawaii future Bass Mix EDM Cute Japanese anime Music No Copyright Best Music Storage https://youtu.be/lCroGB1huZU XY Team Rocket's Motto – Unreleased track rip/splice from the Pocket Monsters/Pokemon XY(&Z) TV Series. Composed/Arranged by Shinji Miyazaki Felipo Depot https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iYwfxULR_Zk

De wekelijkse podcast van stand-upcomedians Rayen Panday en Stefan Pop waarin ze op zoek gaan naar inspiratie uit persoonlijke verhalen en actualiteiten. Rayen is terug van vakantie en weer helemaal opgeladen. Alles was weer even open dat dat heeft hem moed gegeven! De terugreis was wel een uitdaging.. Stefan heeft ook (geheim) goed nieuws en uiteraard komen Max, Marco, Ali en Hans even langs. Tip van Rayen: This Is Not Happening van Comedy Central.

ようこそ! ¡Bienvenidos al podcast Japonés para todos! Comenzamos el cierre de la primera temporada del podcast, en la última serie de programas el equipo Gakusei entrevista a los Senseis de Japanese for Dummies, ¿Quieres conocerlos? ¡Acompáñanos! ¿Tienes algún comentario? ¿te animas a participar? ¿quieres aprender japonés? escríbenos en el Instagram @japanesefordummies En este episodio: Equipo Gakusei: Javo, Facu, Fer, Anto. Equipo Senseis: Nico, Martín, Rayen, Ana y Nico Wanikani. Producción: Rayen Huirilef. Edición: Alejandra Carvajal. 'Japonés para todos' el podcast para los interesados en la cultura japonesa donde se comparten opiniones, conocimientos, e información sobre elementos de la cultura, costumbres y el idioma de Japón. Música: Best Kawaii future Bass Mix EDM Cute Japanese anime Music No Copyright Best Music Storage https://youtu.be/lCroGB1huZU XY Team Rocket's Motto – Unreleased track rip/splice from the Pocket Monsters/Pokemon XY(&Z) TV Series. Composed/Arranged by Shinji Miyazaki Felipo Depot https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iYwfxULR_Zk

ようこそ! ¡Bienvenidos al podcast Japonés para todos! ¡Volvimos! Con la última entrega de la serie sobre Magas, en este último episodio hablamos de mangas que consideramos son los mejores y los que todos deben leer ¿Quieres conocer cuáles son? ¡Acompáñanos! ¿Tienes algún comentario? ¿te animas a participar? ¿quieres aprender japonés? escríbenos en el Instagram @japanesefordummies En este episodio: Nicolás Sensei y Rayen de Japanese for Dummies, Adrián Amador desde México, Felipe Goyax desde Chile. Producción: Alejandra Carvajal. Coordinación: Rayen Huirilef. 'Japonés para todos' el podcast para los interesados en la cultura japonesa donde se comparten opiniones, conocimientos, e información sobre elementos de la cultura, costumbres y el idioma de Japón. Música: Anime Lofi Playlist For Streaming Non Copyright! Background Music For Streaming! https://youtu.be/T-zBDvk8N20 THIS PLAYLIST WAS CREATED FOR PEOPLE WHO WANT TO USE IT FOR STREAMING* Credit to the Original Creator (Please sub to him for making this amazing lo-fi music: @Kijugo https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC967kVys_gTWDX04E0smQdw

ようこそ! ¡Bienvenidos al podcast Japonés para todos! ¿Cómo se ve el manga en Japón? ¿Cómo se popularizaron los mangas en el mundo? Historia y curiosidades sobre la Shūkan Shōnen Jump o Weekly Shōnen Jump (週刊少年ジャンプ) y también algo sobre la vida de los mangakas. ¡Acompáñanos! ¿Tienes algún comentario? ¿te animas a participar? ¿quieres aprender japonés? escríbenos en el Instagram @japanesefordummies En este episodio: Nicolás Sensei y Rayen de Japanese for Dummies, Adrián Amador desde México, Felipe Goyax desde Chile. Producción: Alejandra Carvajal. Coordinación: Rayen Huirilef. 'Japonés para todos' el podcast para los interesados en la cultura japonesa donde se comparten opiniones, conocimientos, e información sobre elementos de la cultura, costumbres y el idioma de Japón. Música: Anime Lofi Playlist For Streaming Non Copyright! Background Music For Streaming! https://youtu.be/T-zBDvk8N20 THIS PLAYLIST WAS CREATED FOR PEOPLE WHO WANT TO USE IT FOR STREAMING* Credit to the Original Creator (Please sub to him for making this amazing lo-fi music: @Kijugo https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC967kVys_gTWDX04E0smQdw

ようこそ! ¡Bienvenidos al podcast Japonés para todos! Llegamos a nuestra última entrega de programas sobre Studio Ghibli donde hablamos acerca de su influencia en el mundo, importancia y los proyectos en la actualidad. ¡Acompáñanos! ¿Tienes algún comentario? ¿te animas a participar? ¿quieres aprender japonés? escríbenos en el Instagram @japanesefordummies En este episodio: Nicolás Sensei, Rayen, Anto y Javo de Japanese for Dummies. Producción: Alejandra Carvajal. Coordinación: Rayen Huirilef. 'Japonés para todos' el podcast para los interesados en la cultura japonesa donde se comparten opiniones, conocimientos, e información sobre elementos de la cultura, costumbres y el idioma de Japón. Música: Ghibli but lofi ~ a relaxing chillhop lofi mix ~ (totoro, castle in the sky, spirited away, etc.) Music and artwork by Demon gummies https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCKRR_uODeDynIGUnPscb6MA Etsy shop link: https://www.etsy.com/shop/demongummies check out their stickers~! Buy a cup of coffee ^_^ https://ko-fi.com/demongummies Hisaishi, Joe 2008 Studio Ghibli 25 Years Concert https://soundcloud.com/joe-hisaishi/budokan-studio-ghibli-25-years-concert-joe-hisaishi Joe Hisaishi in Budokan (久石譲in武道館 Hisaishi Jo in Budoukan?) was a concert given on 4 and 5 (plus an added performance on 6) August 2008 at Tokyo's 14,000-seat Nippon Budoukan venue commemorating both the Japanese theatrical premiere of Ponyo and the 25 years of musical collaboration between composer Joe Hisaishi and film maker Hayao Miyazaki.

We talk to Rayen Belchere - Singer Songwriter of the bands Early Ray & Bourbon Crow. On this special Halloween themed chat, Rayen takes us back to his earliest Horror and Halloween memories growing up in the USA from Trick or Treating and renting movies which kickstarted a love for this very special time of the year. Along the way we learn of some of his favourite slasher icons, film censorship and tracking down those hard to find movie locations in the least expected places. This episode is the perfect way to start your Halloween celebrations.This episode is brought to you by our friends Dead Skull Coffee.https://deadskullcoffee.co.uk/discount/STVPlease visit The Straight To Video Patreon Page to find out how you can help grow this show. https://www.patreon.com/stvpod 

De wekelijkse podcast van stand-upcomedians Rayen Panday en Stefan Pop waarin ze op zoek gaan naar inspiratie uit persoonlijke verhalen en actualiteiten. De naborrel in Toomler loopt over in de podcast waardoor er twee extra gasten aan tafel zitten. Er moet veel bijgepraat worden over o.a. de ophef rond Dave Chappelle, de vakantie van Rayen en nachtmerries.

ようこそ! ¡Bienvenidos al podcast Japonés para todos! Volvemos con una nueva entrega sobre Studio Ghibli y nuestro TOP 3 de las mejores películas ¿Quieres saber cuáles son? ¿Cuál es tu favorita? ¡Acompáñanos! ¿Tienes algún comentario? ¿te animas a participar? ¿quieres aprender japonés? escríbenos en el Instagram @japanesefordummies En este episodio: Nicolás Sensei, Rayen, Anto y Javo de Japanese for Dummies. Producción: Alejandra Carvajal. Coordinación: Rayen Huirilef. 'Japonés para todos' el podcast para los interesados en la cultura japonesa donde se comparten opiniones, conocimientos, e información sobre elementos de la cultura, costumbres y el idioma de Japón. Música: Ghibli but lofi ~ a relaxing chillhop lofi mix ~ (totoro, castle in the sky, spirited away, etc.) Music and artwork by Demon gummies https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCKRR_uODeDynIGUnPscb6MA Etsy shop link: https://www.etsy.com/shop/demongummies check out their stickers~! Buy a cup of coffee ^_^ https://ko-fi.com/demongummies Hisaishi, Joe 2008 Studio Ghibli 25 Years Concert https://soundcloud.com/joe-hisaishi/budokan-studio-ghibli-25-years-concert-joe-hisaishi Joe Hisaishi in Budokan (久石譲in武道館 Hisaishi Jo in Budoukan?) was a concert given on 4 and 5 (plus an added performance on 6) August 2008 at Tokyo's 14,000-seat Nippon Budoukan venue commemorating both the Japanese theatrical premiere of Ponyo and the 25 years of musical collaboration between composer Joe Hisaishi and film maker Hayao Miyazaki.

De wekelijkse podcast van stand-upcomedians Rayen Panday en Stefan Pop waarin ze op zoek gaan naar inspiratie uit persoonlijke verhalen en actualiteiten. In deze aflevering weer nieuwe avonturen van Stefan in Amerika, Rayen heeft autopech en een nieuw dilemma.

The nickname “Mount Rayen” is a perfect handle for this comedian's mountain of talent. But Rayen Panday is not just a comedian, he is a tour de force of entertainment. Rayen provides a variety of talents during his one man cabaret show. Rayen harkens back to a time when performers like Sammy Davis Junior would wow audiences with a full arsenal of talents. Mr. Panday seems very reminiscent of such times as he also mesmerizes his audiences by splicing in accomplished musical bits in the midsts of his hilarious comedy routine. Rayen is gaining notoriety on the international comedy scene. Even Netflix has taken note, as he was featured in one of their Comedy Specials “Comedians of the World”. He proudly represents the Netherlands in said special and has helped put the emerging Dutch comedy scene on an international stage. Rayen's comedic star is definitely rising to pop star like heights. We are witnessing the “Bruno Mars” of comedy in the making. Beyond all the hoopla, to me Rayen Panday is just a fun guy to talk to. He is a very humble normal dude who loves traveling and hanging out with his friends. From the looks of things, success has not spoiled him. --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/rawle-d/message

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