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Discover Golfing Excellence in Phuket with Lindsay Renolds on the Fruiting Body PodcastIn this episode, we sit down with Lindsay Renolds, a professional golfer from Canada, who now calls Phuket, Thailand home. Renolds, who has competed on the MENA Tour and various international golf circuits, shares his incredible journey of establishing Golf Hub Phuket—a state-of-the-art golf simulator facility that caters to both amateur and professional golfers.We take a deep dive into Lindsay's career, exploring his transition from competitive golf to creating a premier golf training hub in the heart of Phuket's Boat Avenue. With over 30 years of rapid development, Phuket, particularly the Laguna Phuket Golf Course, has become a world-renowned destination for golfers. Renolds discusses the growth of Laguna Phuket, the vibrant tourism scene, and how Phuket has transformed into a golfer's paradise, offering top-tier amenities and breathtaking landscapes.We also touch on the Thai language learning experience, exploring how the island has embraced both tradition and modernity in its development over the last three decades. From the rise of high-tech golf simulators to the unique lifestyle expats experience living in Phuket, this episode offers a comprehensive look at the intersection of sports, technology, and local culture.Tune in as we explore:*The evolution of golfing in Thailand and the rise of Laguna Phuket as a premier golf destination.*Insights into Boat Avenue's thriving food and nightlife scene.*The highs and lows of Phuket's tourist seasons and their impact on the local golf industry.*The science behind golf technology, including club fitting and golf ball compression.Whether you're passionate about golf or interested in how Phuket has evolved over the past 30 years, this episode is packed with expert insights and valuable knowledge.#PhuketGolf #GolfInThailand #LagunaPhuket #GolfHubPhuket #PhuketLifestyle #ThailandGolf #GolfTechnology #PhuketTourism #GolfSimulator #ExpatsInPhuket #PhuketNightlife #PhuketDevelopment #GolfTraining #GolfThailand #GolfProTips #BoatAvenuePhuket #PhuketTravel #ThailandLiving #GolfJourney #PhuketExpats #fruitingbodypodcast 

At death's door.By NavyRigger - Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.I felt my face grow warm as my temper flared, and glared at the doctor. The doctor visibly recoiled as I stared her down.“Doc, let's assume I am just stupid and have no idea what you're talking about. Please, enlighten me as to what is in my blood that makes me unable to save his life,” I said sharply.She flipped a page up on her clipboard, “Based on your test results, you have elevated hCG levels that automatically make you unable to donate blood. We stopped testing after that.”My mind raced as I tried to remember what chemical in the blood was hCG. Suddenly, I remembered sitting in high school biology, my junior year, and discussing the reproductive system of the human body.“You mean to tell me that I am,” I couldn't even say the word myself.“Pregnant,” the doctor finished the sentence for me, “Judging by the quantitative test results, I'd put you at around four weeks along.”Four weeks. Four weeks, almost to the day, I'd lured Kurt over to the house and changed our lives together forever. Four weeks ago was the first time Kurt ever came inside of me. Part of me was gripped with fear that this child might never know its real father, the other part of me was elated that I was pregnant, and with Kurt's baby. Another part of me entirely was paralyzed with fear.“But I, how, I mean, ” I jumped out of my chair and started to pace around the room, “Doc, are you sure those are my results?”“I'm 100% positive these are your results.”“No, no, no. No,” I said as I started to panic covering my mouth with my hands, “I can't be pregnant. I've been on birth control for the past three years. This wasn't supposed to happen. I mean I am happy I am pregnant, but this was not supposed to be how it happened!”I dropped to my knees and cried. The hurricane of emotions in my chest was too much for me to handle. I needed Kurt to wake up and hold me. I need him to hold me and tell me everything was going to be okay.“Mrs. Thompson? Are you okay?”I stood up and put my hands on my head, and continued to pace the room, “No. No, I am not. You just told me I am pregnant, and there is no doubt in my head that the father is not my husband, but Kurt. So no, I am not okay. You pretty much told me that the father of my baby and the man I am secretly in love with is going to die unless you can find a donor for a transfusion!”The doctor's eyes were wide with surprise as she absorbed what I'd just told her, “Mrs. Renolds,  I,  uh,  Mrs. Thompson, I am sorry but we are doing everything we can. Unless you know someone else who is an O-positive blood type that might be able to donate, we are doing everything we can at this time.”O-positive. No,  Kurt would kill me. I couldn't. I shouldn't. Alarms blared as Kurt's hospital room was filled with the screams and beeping of monitors. The doctor shoved me out of the way as she assessed the situation.“Ma'am I am going to need you to clear the room,” the doctor said as she grabbed my arm and escorted me out of the room before she turned her head and yelled down towards the nurses' station, “Code Blue, Room Thirty-Nine, Stat!”I pulled my phone out of my pocket and unlocked the screen. With shaky fingers, I navigated to my contacts list. Nurses rushed past me into Kurt's hospital room as the world seemed to slow around me. I tapped Ronny's name on the contact list, and the phone started to dial.Ring.Kurt already hated me. I guess he was going to have to hate me some more.Ring.I shared my vows with Ronny, but right now, Kurt was the one I loved for better or worse.Ring.Pick up you selfish prick!“Hello,” Ronny's gruff voice filled the phone and my heart stopped, "Riza? What's up, dear? I'm busy at the moment.”“Ronny, I need you to come home. Right now.”“You know I can't. I am in the middle of finishing up this project,” he said, irritation and annoyance thick as butter in his voice.“Ronny, Kurt is sick, really sick. It's bad. He needs a blood transfusion of O-positive blood or he's going to die,” I didn't even try to hide the fact I was on the verge of tears.For several moments, there was silence on the phone. I didn't even hear Ronny breathe into the phone. For a moment, I thought he hung up and was even worse of a monster than I thought he was.“I'm leaving now. I will catch the first flight out of here. Be there as soon as I can,” I heard him say breathlessly as he started up his truck and hung up.Dropping to my knees, I let my phone fall to the floor. I was a mix of so many emotions and thoughts, I was going mad. I kneeled there, on the floor as everything from the last few minutes hit me at once. I am pregnant with Kurt's baby, Kurt is going to die if we don't do something, and the only person that can save him is my husband who hasn't loved me in years. On top of it all, Kurt still thinks I used him as a sperm donor to get rich. I wrapped my arms around myself and I did the only thing I could think of.I screamed.It was three days after the transfusion that Kurt finally opened his eyes. Never in my life have I been so relieved to see someone open their eyes. I sat back and watched as the doctor and nurse rushed into the room. They pulled the breathing tube from his mouth. He looked scared and confused as his eyes darted everywhere, trying to figure out what had happened. Then his eyes found me again and for the first time since we had dinner together, I saw him smile at me. The doctor said something and caught his attention. He tried to speak but his voice came out as a croak. Quickly, I grabbed the glass of water from the table and turned the straw towards his mouth. Greedily he drank down the water and exhaled deeply after finishing the whole cup.“What-,” he cleared his throat, “What happened?”I spoke before the doctor could, “Some dumbass decided it would be a good idea to punch a mirror. While I agree he might have had a good reason to do it, it was a stupid thing to do. Especially considering he caught sepsis and almost died.”Kurt's eyes went wide as he looked at me. I watched as his throat bobbed as he swallowed hard. He looked at the doctor.“She is correct Mr. Renolds. It's a good thing the post office put the wrong letter in her mailbox, otherwise, she would have never found you on the floor in enough time to save you. We removed the glass from your hand, but the sepsis was so deep into your bloodstream that you weren't responding to antibiotics. Thankfully, Mr. Thompson was a match and was able to donate blood to provide a full transfusion,” the doctor said as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “Who needs friends when you have such good neighbors like this?”I watched as Kurt looked around, taking note of the IV lines leading from his arm, touching the hospital gown as everything seemed to set in. The doctor looked at me sideways as I grabbed Kurt's hand, lacing my fingers between his.Clearing her throat, the doctor smiled at Kurt, “Well, you have some visitors in the waiting room. I will let them know you're awake. If you're up to it, I can send them in if you'd like?”Kurt nodded in approval. The doctor and nurse shuffled out of the room. Instantly our eyes locked on one another. He squeezed my hand gently.“Riza, I am, ” he started to say, voice still rough.I leaned down and grabbed his face with both my hands and kissed him repeatedly. My heart was pounding out of my chest as days of fear and anxiety melted away to be replaced by butterflies again.“Shush! Kurt, we don't have much time. I need you to listen to me,” I began to say, speaking as fast as I could, “Firstly, I love you and I hate you so much for scaring me like that. I haven't left your side since you arrived at the hospital. If that doesn't prove that I truly love you, I don't know what will. Secondly, the paper I gave you was proof that I have been getting birth control shots behind Ronny's back for the past three years. It was never about the money, it was always about falling in love with someone who I loved enough to want to start a family with. That used to be Ronny, years and years ago, but now it's all about you. You're the man I love. You're the man I want to call my husband, the man I want to start a family with. It was always about you, Kurt. Ronny just wants the money, not me."Kurt cleared his throat before attempting to speak, "Riza, I am so sorry. Can you ever forgive me?"I kissed him deeply and passionately, "I already have, my love. One more thing, I found out a few days ago that I am..."I jumped as the latch of the door opened and Ronny and Kurt's boss walked in."... so happy you're feeling better," I finished.Closing my eyes, I stepped back from the bed. If I looked at Kurt right now, knowing his baby was inside of me, I really would go mad."Hey bro! Welcome back to the land of the living!" Ronny said as he lightly slapped Kurt's foot."I hear I have you to thank for that," Kurt said weakly.Ronny waved his hand at Kurt, dismissing the comment, "Don't even worry about it, Bro. I got to eat a ton of cookies and stuff after they were done and watch football. You should try it sometime!"Kurt laughed and turned to his boss and held his hand out. The boss took his hand and shook it purposefully."I guess I had a bit more than a stomach bug. Apologies sir," Kurt said modestly."Not a problem Kurt. I already talked to the owner, and they said the only thing you need to be concerned with right now is getting better. If you need anything, just give us a call," his boss said with a smile on his face."I promise I will have those report numbers to you on Monday in time for the Craigson proposal," Kurt said.I watched as his boss crossed his arms and looked visibly uncomfortable, "Kurt, the Craigson proposal was four days ago. We got the job."Kurt's face looked pained, confused, "Four days ago? How is that even possible?"His boss looked at Ronny and then me, maybe hoping we would answer, "Kurt, do you know what day it is?""Yeah, it's Thursday," Kurt said with gruff but confidence in his voice."Kurt, it's Saturday. You've been unconscious for almost nine days."Oh, my heart! The look on Kurt's face as he realized that he'd lost nine days of his life he would never get back almost crushed what remained of my battered heart. He looked weak and defeated as he looked up at his boss."Sir, I am so sorry," he said softly.His boss waved his arms dismissively and put his hand on Kurt's shoulder, "Seriously, don't sweat it. You get better and return to work when you and your doctor say you are ready to. You were kind in and out for a few days there bud, we are all just glad to see that you pulled through okay."Kurt smiled and squeezed his boss's hand on his shoulder. A knock on the door turned all of our attention. A young nurse stepped halfway into the room."I'm sorry," she said with a gentle and professional voice, "Visitor hours are over. I am going to have to ask everyone to let Mr. Renolds get some rest."NO! I wasn't ready to leave yet. I couldn't leave without telling him. I watched as everyone made their goodbyes and shuffled out of the room. Ronny put his hand in the lower part of my back and seemed to be practically shoving me out the door. I looked over and could see the jealousy and disappointment in Kurt's face as I left the room. Feebly, I waved goodbye and stepped out the door. Halfway down the hallway, I remembered my phone was in his room. I rushed back to grab it, but a nurse stopped me before I could reach his room."I left my phone in the room," I said impatiently as I tried to pass by her."I am sorry ma'am, visitor hours are over. Whatever it is, it's going to have to wait for tomorrow," the nurse insisted."But...""Ma'am, if you continue to persist, I will have no choice but to contact security and have you escorted from the building," said the nurse as she glared at me.Defeated, I turned back down the hallway, dragging my feet the whole way. The ride in Ronny's truck was quiet and uneventful. I spent the whole trip staring out the window, Ronny never said anything to me, and I never said anything to him. I trudged into my bedroom and peeled the same clothes I'd worn since I rode on the ambulance with Kurt on the way to the hospital. I hopped into the shower and tried to relax as the hot water cascaded across my body.Much to my disappointment, Ronny stepped into the shower with me. Roughly, he grabbed me and turned me towards the back of the shower, letting the hot water hit his back. He slapped my ass and shoved me forward, bending me over for him to have his way with me. I barely threw my arms out in enough time to catch myself from falling. He lifted my leg and felt for my opening with his fingers. As his cock split my labia apart, I closed my eyes and thought of Kurt. Ronny's cock slipped inside of me, and I felt nothing. His cock didn't please me, but it didn't hurt. I could feel something in my pussy, but it wasn't Kurt, and I didn't enjoy any of it. There was no romance, no emotion, no feeling to sex with Ronny anymore. That hadn't been in years. My body just seemed to go numb when he entered me. I was essentially nothing more than a talking fleshlight that might make him rich one day.Just as emotionless as our marriage, Ronny came inside of me without so much as a kiss or a back rub when he finished. I could almost feel my pussy recoil from the presence of his seed inside of me. Like an animal sensing poison, it wanted to get as far from it as possible. I put my leg down and he slapped my ass again as he stepped out of the shower. I knelt under the water, holding my belly as I tried to push his repulsive seed out of me. I even used my fingers to reach inside and remove the stain of his cum from a womb that was already claimed by Kurt.I don't care what it takes. I am going to leave Ronny, no matter the cost, and raise this baby with Kurt.--Unbelievable. Fucking unbelievable. I've clicked through all 68 channels on the TV in the damned hospital room, and I still can't find anything that piques my interest. It was all sports games with teams I didn't care about, daytime dramas, infomercials, and bullshit reality TV. After my 5th time flipping through the channels, I turned the TV off and gave up. I remembered my phone was sitting on the rolling table after I'd asked the nurse to plug it in to charge it last night as she was doing her rounds. I couldn't reach the phone, but I managed to get a finger hooked under the table and pull it for me. I had three missed calls from Riza, and three missed messages. I guess the nurse had set my phone to silent so I could get a good night's sleep. Unlocking the phone, I checked the messages first.Miss you so much! Love you, Baby!The next video was of her using her suction cup dildo and she gave me a really good view of her riding it. The sound of her cumming all over her toy started to make me hard. The next video was of her after she got out of the shower, towel wrapped in her hair, beautiful and exotic body on full display for me. Before the video ended, she wrote 'I miss you' in the condensation on the mirror, then wiped it away, jiggled her wonderful breasts before wiping away the condensation completely. Just before the video cut out, she brought her finger to her eye, then she hugged herself, and then pointed at me in the mirror. I love you too Riza. It put a smile on my face, and I sat back and watched both of the videos again. Riza was not a woman of half measures and halfway through the second video dildo video I was hard enough I was starting to leak enough pre-cum through my hospital gown.Maybe that was what I needed. I was uncomfortable, restless, and irritable. Now that I thought about it, I hadn't cum since the night Riza and I went to dinner. Counting the days in my head, I realized that I haven't cum in almost two weeks. No wonder I was so restless. I'd gone from fucking Riza every couple of days, to nothing. Not by choice of course. With one hand I put the dildo video on repeat and closed my eyes as I brought the speakers of my phone near my face. I listened to Riza's soft moaning and her whispering my name into the speakers as the wet, sticky sounds of her juices on her toy-filled in the background like a drummer in a band. Slowly, I started to stroke myself. As Riza's sweet voice played over and over again, I imagined it was me she was riding instead of her toy. I imagined how silky soft, warm, and wet her amazing pussy was as my girth stretched her out. I remembered how inviting and amazing her walls felt as they gripped my cock when I slipped inside of her. I remembered how her pussy would pulse and her legs would tremble as she would orgasm.But it wasn't enough. I was close, very close, but I couldn't push myself over the edge. I kept trying, to no avail and finally had to give up as my forearm and shoulder were starting to cramp. I switched hands and tried again. This time I watched and listened as her clear silicone toy slid in and out of her, her pink folds stretched around it and gripped it as it slid in and out of her, much like they gripped me when she and I made love. I watched as her fingers teased and slid in and out of her cute little brown asshole as her toy-filled her completely. Again, I got close, but couldn't get over the edge. I suddenly felt much more tired than I had before and realized I was breathing a little heavy, which was not normal for when I jerked off. I tried again with my dominant hand and it only took a fraction of the time it took before for my shoulder and forearm to cramp up from exhaustion."FUCK!" I shouted, even more irritable than I had been before as I locked my screen and slammed the phone down on the bed.I exhaled deeply and stared at the ceiling, giving anything to be out of this hospital bed and to be holding Riza again.

How many lies have been spoken?By NavyRigger - Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. The next morning I awoke, Kurt nowhere to be found. I found a sticky note on the coffee maker in Kurt's handwriting. He explained that he had the best night of his life last night, but had woken up late and rushed out the door. He wanted to wake me but apparently, I looked so peaceful and satisfied that he didn't have the heart to wake me. I'd like to say I spent the day doing something sexy waiting for him to come home, but my insides were so sore from the night before that I decided to binge watch some shows on Netflix and just relax.As the garage door opened, I stripped down and waited by the garage door for him to walk in. At the last second, I decided to hop up on the counter, and greet him with my legs spread and waiting for him. His face, as he walked in the door, was completely worth it. He dropped the bags in his hand and rushed over to me, kissing me lovingly. I was utterly surprised when I felt him pressing his tip against my opening. I looked down to see his cock stuck out from between the zipper of his pants.“I'm sorry baby, but I need this right now,” he said as he slipped inside of me.“Babe, don't be sorry. If you need it, please don't hesitate. Just be gentle, I am still sore from last night.”He leaned back on the counter and made long, deep strokes in and out of me. His face looked pained and desperate as he thrust in and out of me. I didn't know what was going on with him, but I flexed my vaginal muscles and was rewarded by a shuddering moan from him. In less than a minute he yelled out as he released himself deep inside of me. I bit my lip as a pleasant, hot, sticky, and familiar feeling filled my insides again. I looked up at Kurt and expected a look of satisfaction as he came inside of me, but what I saw was a look of relief.“Bad day,” I asked, thinking of what could make him so desperate to cum as soon as he got home.He shook his head, "No, today was fine. Problem was that last night was so amazingly hot, I couldn't stop thinking about it. By the time I was ready to leave work, I had blue balls so bad I could barely walk. I hate that I just came home and used you like that, but I needed to cum.”I sat up and put a hand on his cheek, pulling his face to mine, “Don't be sorry Babe. I am more than happy to make you cum anytime you need me to. Besides, I love the way you make me feel after filling me with a nice big load. By the feel of it, you've been pretty worked up all day, and this was an exceptionally big load. I love it.”“Damn I love you so much, Riza,” Kurt said as he leaned forward and kissed me slowly.“I love you too,” my eyes glanced on the bags behind him, “What's in the bag?”“I went out for lunch and picked up a few things for you for tonight,” he said as he rummaged around in the bag after tucking his cock back into his pants.I watched as he pulled out a black dress, a pair of black stilettos, and some black lacy panties.“Hurry up and get dressed or we will be late,” he quipped.“Late for what? What's going on tonight,” I asked as I slipped the dress on."I'll tell you when we get in the car,” he pointed to my thighs as I stepped into the panties, “Do you want something to clean up down there before putting those on?”I held his chin and gave him a quick kiss on the lips, “And risk some of that high-quality Kurt cum from leaking out? I don't think so. I want this pair to be soaked with your cum all night.”Kurt shrugged his shoulders and handed me the stilettos. Much to my amazement, everything fit quite well. The black dress was a little tighter than I would have chosen, but Kurt probably did that on purpose.“What about make-up,” I asked, feeling odd getting all dressed up but not wearing make-up."You don't need it, love,” he said with a sweet smile and a kiss, “Now hurry or we will miss the reservation.”I hopped in the front seat of the car, already feeling Kurt's seed leaking from between my folds and starting to soak my fabric of the panties. Half an hour later, we pulled into the parking lot of a restaurant, sushi by the looks of it.“Kurt, table for two,” he said to the greeter.The young greeter checked the list, grabbed the menus, and glanced at me, and smiled before she motioned for us to follow. We were seated at a table next to a relaxing pool with a small waterfall and Koi fish swimming around in it. I looked around at other well-dressed couples and realized that they were dressed much classier than I was. A waiter came to the table and offered some wine. Kurt nodded and the waiter poured it into our glasses.“Kurt, I don't think I am dressed well enough for this place,” I said as I took a sip of the wine that the waiter had poured for us.“Nonsense, Riza, if anything you are making other customers uncomfortable because they are realizing the same thing I already know.”“Oh really,” I said sarcastically, “And what would that be?”“That you're the most beautiful woman in the room right now,” he said as he glanced up from the menu and winked at me.Oh, my heart! I had to fan my face with my hand as I fought back emotional tears. Kurt's thumb rubbed the back of my hand as he held it, the whole time we sat at the table. We order a few rolls of sushi and started to talk about our past. He asked how Ronny and I met, I asked what made him fall in love with me. He told me he fell in love with me because I was the only woman he's ever met who can look into his eyes and touch his soul. That I was the only woman who he has ever made the fireworks of love go off in his chest. He knew when he first met me that his life would never be the same ever again, and that coming over to help me with the attic was the best decision he had ever made.The sushi arrived and we enjoyed the meal. I can understand why the place was so fancy. The sushi was exquisite. Every bite was a medley of flavors and textures that melted in your mouth. After we finished eating, the waiter collected the plates and offered us the check. Kurt gave the waiter his card and left a $50 tip on the table while he and I somehow found ourselves on the topic of baby names. As we walked hand in hand back out to the car, we were still discussing baby names. Like a true gentleman, he opened my door and helped me into the car. I closed my eyes and relished the moment of being wined and dined for the first time in years. Kurt sat in the driver's seat and turned the car on. As he backed out of the parking space, my phone rang. Ronny was calling me. I flashed the caller ID to Kurt and he motioned, zipping his lips.The phone clicked as I answered it, “Hey Dear, how's the project going?”“Slow but steady progress. How's your mom? You guys driving somewhere?”I panicked for a moment, “Yeah, Mama and I are driving back from the store. I helped her with groceries. You know how her wrist is after that fall last year.”“I wanted to call and remind you that according to my ovulation app, it's time to take another pregnancy test,” Ronny said in a snide tone.I rolled my eyes in disgust, “I took one this morning, and no.”The conversation continued. Typical boring couples stuff. Talking about things to be done around the house. Did this bill get paid, did that bill get paid, and so on. We almost got home before I managed to get Ronny to wrap up the conversation.Ronny sighed, “Well Dear, I gotta get off the phone and plug it in before bed. Tell your, mom, I said hi.”“Will do, Dear.”“Oh, speaking of your mom. How's that aunt of yours doing? The one that you are gonna get that $300,000 from when you finally get pregnant,” Ronny slipped in at the last minute.Kurt's face snapped towards me and he glared at me with surprise."She's good, just got back from the Caymans last I heard,” I said into the phone, watching Kurt's knuckles turn white as he gripped the steering wheel, “I'll talk to you later dear, love you.”“Love you too.”Click. Kurt cleared his throat, and it felt like my heart stopped beating.“I can explain,” I quickly said before he could say anything.“That would be a good idea.”“My aunt invested in Apple and Microsoft back when they first started, and well, she's loaded,” I started, speaking way faster than I wanted to, “But she can't have kids after a car accident when she was a teenager. I am an only child, so my aunt has promised me 300,000 dollars for when I get pregnant, so I can properly start my new family off right.”My heart sank. Even in the evening darkness of the car as we turned onto our street, I could see how red Kurt's face was. He shook his head in disgust.“Do you even really love me,” he barked."Of course I love you! Kurt! Why would you say something like that,” I could feel my heart starting to tear."Yeah, you love me, right up until you get pregnant, and then you and Ronny disappear with your aunt's baby-making money and I never see you again,” he said, his voice almost a growl.“I don't want the money! I want you! Only you Kurt!,” I said as my chest started to feel heavy and nausea flared in the pit of my stomach, “She can keep the money if it means I get to be with you.""Right, okay," he said with fury in his voice, "You're going to give up $300,000 for me. No way I am believing that lie, Riza. Tell me another one.""Kurt! Please, I wouldn't lie about that! I love you, Kurt!" I screamed."Yeah, like I am supposed to believe that after you just effortlessly lied your ass off to Ronny," he shouted.I watched a single tear roll down his cheek. He quickly wiped it away. I don't know what hurt worse, the fact he didn't believe me or the fact that he thinks I was that vile of a person to do that to him. I could barely breathe as fear gripped me. I sobbed, hard, as I gripped his hand."Kurt, please believe me!" I screamed as my body went numb, "I love you, please believe me!"The car came to a stop at the corner of our street. Kurt reached over and shoved open my door."Oh, I believe alright. I believe it's time for you to get out of my fucking car. Can't have the neighborhood seeing me for the fool that I am, thinking the woman I've loved for years was just using me as a sperm donor for baby-making inheritance money," he said as he looked forward.He couldn't even look at me and I couldn't let go of his arm."Baby, please, I am begging you! I love you, don't do this!" I sobbed uncontrollably."GET OUT OF MY FUCKING CAR YOU LYING BITCH!" Kurt barked with such ferocity it made me jump in fear.My whole body shook as I stepped out of the car. I turned around and tried one more time to beg him to stop this."Baby, I love you. I will call Ronny right now and tell him things are over if that's what it takes!" I screamed at the top of my lungs through the door.Kurt had a white knuckle grip with both hands on the steering wheel, and I watched as he took in a deep breath and closed his eyes for a moment. For a moment, there was a flash of hope as I watched his tension ebb away a little. For a moment, my heart began to beat again. For a moment, I thought Kurt had changed his mind. Slowly, Kurt's eyes turned to me and the look in his eyes, the burning fury in those once soft and deep brown eyes, burned all semblance of hope I had away."Fool me once," was all he said before the engine revved up the tires squealed as he sped down the street.Any strength I had left in me died away as soon as he took off. I collapsed to my knees in the street as tears poured from my eyes. My heart hurt, physically hurt. I wanted to throw up. I couldn't stop shaking. I closed my eyes and sobbed harder than I've ever sobbed before.With the last bit of strength I had, I screamed at the top of my lungs in emotional pain, trying to keep the setting darkness of night at bay before the same darkness of depression consumed me.Pain, nothing but pain, filled my psyche for the past three days. I sped off, leaving Riza on the street corner sobbing uncontrollably, my chest burning with rage and fury. I was mad at her, but not nearly as mad as I was at myself for being a fool and believing that someone as wonderful and amazing as Riza would ever take an honest interest in me. Like a love-struck boy, I played right into her ploy, blinded by my love, desire, and lust for her. She played me like a fiddle, talking about how horrible her husband was, how she had loved me for years, and a while... I believed every single word she had said. Every fucking word. I just assumed she had a breeding or creampie fetish when she told me she wanted a baby with me. Something I was all too willing to give her as her lover. However, I would not be some kind of sperm donor so she could get rich.I was so fucking pissed when I pulled into the driveway. I was trembling with rage, so much so that it took me a few tries to finally get the key into the lock. It was late, so I decided to take a hot shower to clear my mind off all the things I had heard. When I finished and got out, I wiped away the steam from the mirror and looked at myself. Stupidly, I let my emotions get the best of me as my fury flared again and I punched the mirror. Pieces of the mirror splintered and crashed into smaller splinters in the bowl of my sink, just like my heart was shattered into splinters. I gripped the edge of the sink as fresh red blood dripped from fresh gashes in my knuckles. Even the pain of the gashes on my knuckles paled in comparison to the sickening, white-hot pain in my chest. No matter how hard I mentally and physically willed myself, I could not stop the trembling.Fifteen minutes, several cotton swabs of peroxide, and a gauze wrap later, I stood at the foot of my bed. I have no idea how long I stood there, could have been seconds, could have been minutes, but I couldn't take my eyes away from the wrinkled and crumpled sheets where she had laid only this morning. My eyes burned, a combination of tears and exhaustion.Reluctantly, I rubbed the burning from my eyes and just laid in the bed. I pulled the comforter up to my chest and tried to sleep. I rolled to my side, not feeling comfortable on my back. For a moment, there was peace and silence in my life. It was a brief moment, almost a blink, but it was there. As I took a deep breath through my nose, all of my anger and frustration ebbed away. The sweet-smelling scent of Riza was still on the sheet and comforter, combined with her strawberry scented shampoo on the pillow she had slept on. That was all it took to strip me of my anger, leaving nothing but the pain, heartbreak, and the ache of loneliness behind as the darkness of my bedroom seemed to grow darker. On top of it all, there was the bitter sting of betrayal to process. I cried. I cried harder than I had ever cried in my life as I buried my face in her pillow, screaming at the top of my lungs trying to make the pain go away.Three days, for three whole days I barely came out of my room. I called into work, claiming a stomach bug. In reality, my stomach was in knots and nauseous from a severe case of heartbreak. Part of me wished I could go back to the days before she and I had gotten involved romantically, back when she was the beautiful, exotic, and sweet wife of my best friend who lived across the street. By the second day, I had to force myself downstairs to eat something. Yet when I opened the pantry, everything inside just seemed so unappealing. I ended up settling for some water and saltine crackers. I had already eaten two and was starting to nibble on a third, but decided to stop before crawling back into the bed. My stomach was hurting, my heart was hurting, everything was hurting. Every part of me was in pain. I was desperate to move past this and go back to my normal life.Like salt in a wound, I had a constant reminder of my mistake. Riza relentlessly texting and calling me, leaving voicemail after voicemail of her crying and begging me to give her a chance to explain things. In some messages, she was sobbing so hard I couldn't even understand her. I wanted to believe her. God knows I wanted to believe her, that everything we had done together had meant something. I just couldn't get over the feeling that she was hiding something from me. Knowing my luck, it was some sick erotic joke between her and Ronny, and I was the punch line. I just didn't have the strength to get my hopes up and have my heart broken again.On the third day, the texts and phone calls just stopped. Part of me was relieved, yet another part was wishing she'd just send one more. Just one more message asking me to hear her out, to give her a chance to make it all make sense. I wasn't ready to make myself vulnerable just yet though. I wanted her to come over and explain everything and make the madness go away. To heal all the pain and make me whole again, yet I dare not get my hopes up because Riza and I were already walking on thin ice together. We were already having an affair in the middle of a nosy neighbor, where the gossip tends to travel at the speed of light. I wasn't ready to be the center of that gossip, to have everyone look at me like I was the villain in their favorite Disney story. To be seen as the man that tore a marriage apart. Yet all my thoughts raced back to Riza. Why had she stopped her messages now? Had she already given up?On the fourth day, I picked up the phone after not receiving anything from Riza in the past 24 hours. As I stared at the screen and thought of what I would say. I went to type my message, but my fingers shook uncontrollably. I set the phone down and took a deep breath, trying to calm myself before my heart leaped out of my chest. I picked up the phone and tried again, yet my hands still shook uncontrollably. Flexing my hand and knuckles, I let the sting of the still-fresh cuts under the layers of gauze focus my mind and attention back to what I was intending to do. As I picked up the phone a third time, I tried to type out a message to Riza. This time my hands shook so bad that the phone fell from my grasp and crashed onto the floor. Defeated, I laid back onto the bed and resorted to staring at the ceiling for the next hour or so. Contemplating the outcome of what her reply would have been, had I managed to successfully type the message.On the fifth day, I felt better, more myself, more in control. I woke up, turned on the coffee maker, and pulled a bagel from the fridge. Sitting at my computer, I managed to take a few bites of my bagel and even to check my fantasy football scores. Other than feeling a bit warm, the pain wasn't as bad. It was still there, along with the ever-present stinging of her betrayal. Around nine, I received a text from my boss checking in on me to see how I was feeling. I was surprised to learn that my hands had stopped shaking and I was able to reply. A wisp of confidence filled me as I texted my boss, telling him I would be back in the office on Monday morning. I then thanked him for checking in on me. I put the phone down, I finally finished my cup of coffee and my bagel. I then decided I needed to take a shower to have the warm water calm my mind because all I could think about was her. I missed her, needed her, and wanted her. She was everything to me, but I hated her. I hated how I felt and how she made my mind conflicted. As I stood there, letting the water envelop me, I couldn't help but miss her. A part of me needed her, I needed those lips, those eyes, her body. How was I supposed to move on? Go back to what life was before that day we fucked for the first time? As thoughts of her raced through my mind I couldn't help the erection I was having. My dick wanted her so bad too. It wanted that tight little pussy of hers. It needed her like a diabetic needs insulin. Yet the memory of that day flashed in my mind changed everything. I was done. I was done feeling this way. It was OVER!Around lunchtime, I decided to open up Riza's previous messages. As I started to type out a new message. Letting her know that it was over, that I was done. Yet before I could send my message, a new message from her had popped up. It read...Kurt, my love, I know you are probably still mad at me. I swear to you that if you just give me a chance to

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Aron North is a lifelong Lakers fan who has been doing epic things as the Chief Marketing Officer at Mint Mobile since 2019. He joined Mint Mobile in 2016 (during the "pre-Ryan years") as the SVP of Marketing and Creative, where he spearheaded the initial development of the brand's marketing department and creative efforts. The early half of Aron's career was all agency-side, while the second half has been client-side, first with Taco Bell and now with Mint Mobile. Through all of it, he's learned that marketing is critically important to all businesses, but it is never a one-person show. It's a team sport made up of the people you work with every day and the relationships and partnerships you build along the way. Aron has leveraged those relationships to launch countless buzz-worthy campaigns and initiatives and drive Mint Mobile to 90,000% revenue growth over the last five years.In this episode, Alan and Aron discuss the hypotheses Mint was built on, how they were operating and gaining traction in the early years, and the way things changed when they were bought by Ryan Renolds and his partner George Dewy. With big ideas like chunky-style milk and subversive print ads, the marketing team at Mint Mobile has always embraced risk in their efforts to stand out from the crowd. With risk comes inevitable failure, but Arons says if you never fail, then you aren't trying hard enough. That is why the leadership at Mint has created an environment where people feel comfortable enough to take risks they normally wouldn't for fear of punishment while maintaining high accountability to ultimately build credibility. Their work is strategically driven, insight-based, and consumer-first, but most of all, it is fun!In this episode, you'll learn:The two big ideas that brought Mint 90,000% revenue growth in 5 yearsSolving the issue of legitimacy: "How can it be any good if it's this affordable?"The Ryan Renolds effect: melding creativity, commerce, and efficacyKey Highlights: [02:00] A lifelong Lakers fan[04:25] Aron's path to Mint Mobile[07:00] Takeaways from working with marketing giants[11:15] 90,000% revenue growth in 5 years[15:45] Chunky-style milk[27:40] Why Ryan came to Mint[30:00] It's like two Super Bowls every time he does anything.[31:50] Ryan "hands-on" Renolds[34:45] "The world will love us for bringing Rick back!"[37:00] Flipping the dynamic between clients and agencies[40:10] The insider secret to keeping the engine running fast[42:20] The core values and how they apply to every team member[47:10] Lessons learned in the port-a-potties[49:15] "Have a little more fun."[50:30] We need to get back to insight-based marketing.[52:00] Who is Gen Alpha?[53:20] AI: Let's be smart about it.Looking for more?Visit our website for links to resources mentioned in this episode and ways to connect with the guest! Become a member today and listen ad-free, visit https://plus.acast.com/s/marketingtoday. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

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Pika pika pikaaa, pika pika-chuuuu. Pi pi pi, pika pika chu chu kaa. Pi ka pika? Pika-pika-chu. Pika chu! Pi-ka... Pika pika-chaaaah... chaaaah... Pika-CHU! Voor degene die geen Pokémon spreekt: Nils en Narana bespreken uitgebreid Pokémon Detective Pikachu inclusief spoilers. Heb je de film nog niet gezien? Klik dan deze aflevering nog even weg en kijk eerst de film. Je bent gewaarschuwd! Vergeet je niet te abonneren op ons kanaal, laat een review achter via iTunes of Apple Podcasts en volg ons op Facebook: www.facebook.com/filmfanspodcast en Instagram: www.instagram.com/filmfanspodcast. Voor meer reviews, filmnieuws en afleveringen ga je naar www.filmfanspodcast.nl.

Het verhaal begint wanneer top privé detective Harry Goodman mysterieus vermist raakt. Zijn vermissing zorgt ervoor dat zijn 21 jarige zoon Tim op zoek gaat naar de reden van zijn verdwijning. In zijn zoektocht krijgt Tim hulp van de voormalige partner van zijn vader: Detective Pikachu. In deze aflevering geeft Nils zijn spoilervrije review over Pokémon Detective Pikachu. Vergeet je niet te abonneren op ons kanaal, laat een review achter via iTunes of Apple Podcasts en volg ons op Facebook: www.facebook.com/filmfanspodcast en Instagram: www.instagram.com/filmfanspodcast. Voor meer reviews, filmnieuws en afleveringen ga je naar www.filmfanspodcast.nl. Voor vragen en opmerkingen mag je ons altijd mailen via mail@filmfanspodcast.nl. Wil je ons steunen? Ga dan naar www.filmfanspodcast.nl/doneren

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Ep. 45 Do raunchy comedies like 2005's Waiting... hold up? No. No they don't. This movie's a real mixed-bag. We talk about the problematic pedophilia & homophobia baked into this cult classic, but also the incredibly accurate & hilarious portrayals of the food service industry. We also discuss tipping culture & the ennui of waiting tables day in and day out. Make sure to follow us on Twitter, Instagram, and Facebook to keep up with news, to join the discussion about food, and to check out all of our personal recipes! Music Credits: "Carpe Diem" Kevin MacLeod (incompetech.com) Licensed under Creative Commons: By Attribution 3.0 License http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/3.0/

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Join Rob Lloyd and Sandro Falce the first Nerd-Out episode of 2017! On today's show, they review the new original sci-fi Passengers, the latest Doctor Who Christmas special, as well as discuss some of the latest news and share what they have been consuming lately. 00:00 - Introduction 02:19 - Nerd Headlines -- 02:22 - Carrie Fisher & Debbie Reynolds -- 04:08 - James Gunn's Moon Knight Pitch -- 06:03 - Constantine Animated Revival 07:13 - What Have You Been Consuming Lately? -- 07:31 - Emerald City [Sandro's First Impressions] -- 11:56 - Superman: The Animated Series [Rob's Review] 15:03 - Passengers [FULL SPOILER Review] 26:10 - Doctor Who: The Return of Doctor Mysterio [Semi-Spoiler Review] 44:53 - Outro, Credits & Outtakes Please send in any questions, review recommendations or feedback to "feedback.nerdout@gmail.com". Facebook: http://fb.me/nerdoutwithrobandsandro Website: https://omny.fm/shows/nerdout iTunes: https://itunes.apple.com/au/podcast/nerd-out-rob-lloyd-sandro/id1177798606?mt=2 Sticher: http://www.stitcher.com/podcast/an-improbable-podcast/nerdout-with-rob-lloyd-sandro-falce?refid=stpr

Fan2Fan Podcast host Bernie Gonzalez talks with fellow fan Andre Walker about Marvel's cinematic history. In part six of a multi-episode conversation, they discuss Deadpool, X-Men: Apocalypse, and the future of the X-Men movie franchise. Please rate and review the Fan2Fan Podcast on iTunes! Visit www.fanpodcast.com for more info and follow @fan2fanpodcast.  

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  SHOW TOPIC: HERB STRATHER, Top Real Estate Investor in America, talks about DETROIT, his JOURNEY, and book, Getting Rich is EASY! PLEASE CALL IN WITH YOUR QUESTIONS!! Getting Rich is easy? Well...once a little boy living on the East-side of Detroit, with a mere prayer to escape proverty, today has done more than $1 Billion Dollars of transactions in Real Estate, and is noted the most successful African American Real Estate Investor in America! In this interview, he has a conversation with Dr. Princess-O`dilia, telling it all- about Detroit, his life as a Philanthropist, an Investor, God Father, and all! Even...how in TODAY'S MARKET, you can still buy with NO MONEY DOWN and get RICH just like he did! Then...there's more! Herb Strather, the MONEY MAKER is also a PRODUCER and DEVELOPER of Harmony Park in Detroit. His latest album venture with L. J. Renolds of the Motown Hit group Dramatics, is #20 in the U.S. on the music charts and growing! Listen...HERB STRATHER believes in DREAMS and is an OPPORTUNIST that helps others bring them to life!     If there was ever a better time, there is no other time like it is TODAY! Don't miss this show!

SHOW TOPIC: HERB STRATHER, Top Real Estate Investor in America, talks about DETROIT, his JOURNEY, and book, Getting Rich is EASY!  Getting Rich is easy? Well...once a little boy living on the East-side of Detroit, with a mere prayer to escape proverty, today has done more than $1 Billion Dollars of transactions in Real Estate, and is noted the most successful African American Real Estate Investor in America! In this interview, he has a conversation with Dr. Princess-O`dilia, telling it all- about Detroit, his life as a Philanthropist, an Investor, God Father, and all! Even...how in TODAY'S MARKET, you can still buy with NO MONEY DOWN and get RICH just like he did! Then...there's more! Herb Strather, the MONEY MAKER is also a PRODUCER and DEVELOPER of Harmony Park in Detroit. His latest album venture with L. J. Renolds of the Motown Hit group Dramatics, is #20 in the U.S. on the music charts and growing! Listen...HERB STRATHER believes in DREAMS and is an OPPORTUNIST that helps others bring them to life!    If there was ever a better time, there is no other time like it is TODAY! Don't miss this show!

Episode 94.1 - Movie Meltdown Join us for this week’s buzz and geek activities, and as were find new and innovative ways to offend people, we also work in… Batman: Behind the Green Door, Aronofsky’s Wolverine 2, Resident Evil: Darkside Chronicles, all the horrors of Kenny Chesney, the one-two punch of a tiger and a hurricane, The Room - The Game, rewatching The Duke boys, the dog papoose, Mummies Unwrapped, buddy cops Ryan Reynolds and Bradley Cooper, Book of Eli, Ray Wise, fur mittens, ginger fat useless kids, shirtless John Schneider, dogs in strollers, retroactively replacing Brendan Fraser, Burning Bright, hating Kirk Cameron, rebooting Midway, children on leases, Moonchild!!, nuke ‘em!, the ordeal of making Fanboys, cables snapping at your face in Fival Destination, Andrew Lloyd Webber’s The Island of Doctor Moreau, trading Marlena to the Amish, The Bad Seed, The Prowler, the actual NeverEnding Story, Dead End, Atreyu’s talking horse, Bender is The Joker, The Nothing is so cool, and F-ing Mummies. “It's the pussification of America”