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SHOW NOTES: Welcome to The Money Pit! Home sweet home is the biggest investment you'll ever make, but it doesn't have to be a bottomless money pit. We know you're busy at this time of year with holidays and projects, but we're here every week to help you handle those improvements, whether you have questions about painting, plumbing, home safety, security, or curb appeal! - Smart, Damage-Free Ways to Decorate for the Holidays: We emphasize the importance of using plastic light clips instead of nails or staples to prevent damage to your siding or roof. We also stress power safety, recommending outdoor-rated lights, weatherproof extension cords, GFCI outlets, and smart plugs or timers to control usage. - Simple Strategies to Keep Your Home Safe While Traveling: Make your house look lived in by using varied timers on lights and having trusted neighbors check on packages and park in the driveway. Key safety measures include locking all doors and windows and setting the thermostat to 55-60 degrees to prevent pipe freezing. - Must-Have Winter Checklist: We run through a must-have checklist of essential items to stock up on now, such as ice melt that's safe for concrete and pets, snow tools, furnace filters, and emergency items like batteries, flashlights, and extra phone chargers. - Hide Messy Wires: Finally, we cover smart and simple ways to hide messy TV wires for a clean, modern media setup.   Q & A: - Karen in Pennsylvania needs a sturdy way to install a railing post into a prefabbed hollow concrete porch step. We advise using blue Tapcon screws specifically designed for masonry surfaces. - Pete in Ohio and his wife want to install canned lights in their finished, two-story home ceiling. We caution that this is an advanced electrical project requiring special tools, making it a job best handled by a professional electrician. - Lori in Missouri asks about a less messy way to remove her popcorn ceiling to achieve a flat surface. We suggest she first test for asbestos, then use the "wet scrape" method by spraying the ceiling lightly with a garden sprayer, letting it soak for 10–15 minutes, and scraping it off carefully with a wide spackle knife. - Robin in Wisconsin was refinishing her basement floor and has areas of carpet glue residue that resist sanding. We explain that sanding warms up adhesives and makes them stickier, advising her to choose a more rigid vinyl plank with an underlayment to bridge the small areas of uneven glue instead of trying to scrape or sand further. - Rich in Illinois has cedar siding that is weathered and untreated, and he seeks advice on how to secure and treat it. We recommend applying an oil-based anti-tannin primer first to prevent the natural oils from leaking, followed by a latex-based exterior stain to achieve a durable finish that could last around 15 years. - Ronnie emailed from New York City, asking if he should close off the five HVAC vents in his unused basement to save money. We advise against shutting off a large portion of the system, as it may strain the 15-year-old HVAC unit by forcing it to work harder.   ASK A QUESTION: Need help with your own home improvement or décor question? We'd love to help! Call the show 24/7 at 888-MONEY-PIT (888-666-3974) or post your question here: https://www.moneypit.com/ask. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

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Ever slid into home plate and heard the umpire yell “Safe!” only to realize the game's not over? In Luke 17, ten lepers found healing—but only one found salvation. In this message, we unpack the danger of confusing God's temporary protection with His eternal redemption. Learn how to move from being safe for a season to being saved for eternity, and why real faith always comes back to Jesus.

Between 2024 and 2025, Australia recorded 357 drowning deaths — and nearly one-third of the victims were born overseas. Japanese lifeguard Hiroko Kono joins SBS Japanese to discuss how to stay safe in Australia's waters. Recorded in January 2025. - 2024〜2025年度、オーストラリアで起きた溺死事故は357件に上り、そのうち約3分の1が海外出身者でした。ビーチを訪れる人が増えるこの季節。オーストラリアの海で安全に過ごすためのポイントを、日本人ライフガード・河野寛子さんと共におさらいします。2025年1月収録。

A woman calls for help after being strangled in her own home. He shows a scratch; she leaves in handcuffs. From that moment, the system that promised safety starts to mirror the control she's trying to escape. That's the hard truth we face with researcher and practitioner Lisa Young Laurence, whose new book, Broken, gathers the long-view stories of 33 women navigating coercive control, wrongful arrest, child protection, court, and probation.We unpack how the victim–perpetrator binary distorts reality, how funding and mandates reward incident-based thinking, and why context, intent, and impact must replace “a hit is a hit.” Lisa explains the “web of power” that connects first response to courtrooms and case plans, showing how misidentification robs survivors—especially low-income women of color—of liberty, employment, and custody. We contrast gendered patterns of accountability: women who admit and take responsibility even while surviving abuse, and men who deny, deflect, and mobilize institutions against partners.Amid the failures are bright anchors of repair. A child protection worker who gives the “whole layout” changes a family's trajectory. A probation officer shifts dates, protects parenting time, and quietly engineers safe relocation when threats escalate. We dig into documentation as a long-lived force—how a single line in a case note can shadow a mother for a decade, and how behaviorally specific, pattern-based records can be a lifeline. We also ask the question systems avoid: did calling the police make life better over six to sixty months? If not, what will it take to make a “yes” the norm?Told in first-person conversation with warmth and candor, this episode blends survivor voice, practitioner insight, and practical steps: center coercive control, measure impact on functioning, build cross-agency flexibility, and write records that reflect reality. If you care about domestic violence, child protection, probation, or community safety, this is a clear-eyed guide to doing less harm and more good.If this moved you, follow the show, share it with a colleague, and leave a review with your biggest takeaway—what would you change first?Read the book: Broken, Women's Stories of Intimate and Institutional Harm and Repair https://www.ucpress.edu/books/broken/paperSend us a text Now available! Mapping the Perpetrator's Pattern: A Practitioner's Tool for Improving Assessment, Intervention, and Outcomes The web-based Perpetrator Pattern Mapping Tool is a virtual practice tool for improving assessment, intervention, and outcomes through a perpetrator pattern-based approach. The tool allows practitioners to apply the Model's critical concepts and principles to their current case load in realCheck out David Mandel's new book Stop Blaming Mothers and Ignoring Fathers: How to Transform the Way We Keep Children Safe from Domestic Violence. Visit the Safe & Together Institute website.Start taking Safe & Together Institute courses. Check out Safe & Together Institute upcoming events.

Join us as we worship the Lord and continue our journey through the Gospel of John! Jesus declared, "My sheep hear My voice, and I know them, and they follow Me. And I give them eternal life, and they shall never perish; neither shall anyone snatch them out of My hand." (John 10:27-28). There are so many powerful truths in the second half of John 10. One major one being that NO POWER, physical or spiritual, can snatch us out of the hand of Christ! We are unsnatchable! Safe and secure!

Kullum da karfe 6 na safe agogon Najeriya da Nijar muna gabatar da labarai da rahotanni da dumi-duminsu, sannan mu na gabatar da wasu shirye-shirye kamar Noma da Lafiya Uwar Jiki.

The Time Riders: Part 8 A Date With Death. Based on a post by BiscuitHammer, in 16 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels. Into the pit. Domitia was brought through the streets, which were lined with huge crowds watching her somberly. She was attended by at least twenty soldiers, who walked in silence around her. Accompanying them were her former sister Vestals and the Pontifex Maximus, one of the greatest priests in Rome and head of the state religion. It was he who ultimately was in charge of the Virgins, both choosing them and stripping them of their office if the need arose. He walked ahead of her, his face grave. Domitia wore a simple white tunic now, but all other signs of her former life were gone. Her magnificent braids were undone, and her brown hair hung down her back shamefully. The colors she'd been allowed to wear were missing. In times past, disgraced Virgins had been excoriated, possibly just beaten with a rod, but now, in the height of mighty Rome's power, the punishment was death, for endangering the city. But no one was insane enough to spill the blood of a Vestal Virgin, disgraced or not, so her execution was not so direct. She would be sent underground into a small chamber, with a stock of food and supplies, and locked in there until she starved to death, or succumbed to sickness. They weren't killing her, per se; she was merely shunned until she died. Such was the way of Imperial Rome. Her condemnation and pronouncement of her fate had already been declared, at the beginning of this long walk, meant to be a show of penitence before the face of all Rome. And as humiliated and crushed as she was, her foremost thought was about Bonosus, and his magnificent cock. Even now, being led through the streets, her cunt was wet and ached to feel him buried inside her. Before she knew it, they had arrived at their destination, a small area in the north of the city, with a plot dug into the ground. Stopping at its edge, she looked down inside; the walls were lined with wood, probably to prevent a collapse, and there seemed to be a small stool and a cot within. She heard hysterical sobbing from nearby, and turned her head to see her mother, her birth mother, Pompeneia, weeping from behind the barricade of guards and calling out to her. Domitia's heart ached for a moment, but then she turned her gaze back to the den prepared for her. Her fate was sealed. She glanced over to look at her sister Vestals, but they refused to look at her, staring ahead resolutely. She could see tears in dear Silla's eyes, though; she had hurt the Sisterhood badly, and this was how she was to pay for it. So be it. With all the dignity she could muster, Domitia swallowed her fear and stepped forward, turning and climbing down the ladder, descending roughly ten feet until she reached the earthen floor. There were small candles burning on some stone surfaces, allowing for dim light. She looked upward, and the last thing she saw was the face of the Pontifex Maximus looking down at her, his expression unreadable, before a heavy door was slammed down and locked, cutting off all light and all sound from above. She shuddered at the sound, her stomach twisting in knots. She knew that there was no way out. The door would be weighted, and guards set outside for weeks, to prevent anyone from trying to rescue her. Despite her fear, she looked around, noting the small amount of food supplies left for her, and a small, narrow hole dug in one corner where she was to relieve herself. It wouldn't do to have a Vestal Virgin stinking of shit, even a disgraced one, and even in death. The silence was almost terrifying. She slumped into the small chair left for her, shivering and biting her lip as she felt that her cunt was still wet, the sticky lips parting slightly as she spread her legs. Thoughts of Bonosus returned to her, and she couldn't help but reach down beneath her tunic and begin rubbing her fingers over herself. The fear she felt melted away as she tickled her throbbing clit and teased her warm nether lips. Domitia closed her eyes and sighed in pleasure. If she was to die in this hateful place, it would be while cumming, thinking of that magnificent cock, spurting inside her one last time; The wall opposite her creaked and opened, the stout wooden boards pulling away. Domitia almost yelped in shock, but she didn't stop playing with herself. She stared in astonishment as a tall blonde woman came inside, carrying a torch. Following her was Nanu, a slave-girl that Domitia would have sworn belonged to her parents. "Well, hello, Domitia," the blonde woman said, smiling at her. "I'm Lady Aurora Horatia, Bonosus' mistress. Are you ready to get out of here?" Domitia nodded, but then paused, reconsidering as her fingers plunged in and out of her molten cunt. "Can you; give me just a moment here?" the former Virgin asked sheepishly. Into the Arena. Mark winced and squinted as the great gate opened, allowing light to flood into the dark tunnel. The grinding and heaving of the gears that moved the iron-reinforced barriers echoed loudly, and his heart pounded in anxiety. He was almost hyperventilating, and he could feel the blood racing through his veins. Maybe taking the adrenalin tab he'd finally found stashed behind a loose brick wasn't such a good idea. And no instructions, either. He reminded himself to punch himself in the face when he saw himself again. Hey, at least he knew he survived. He felt himself shoved roughly out into the arena, looking around in bewilderment as tens of thousands of people all shouted and jeered at him. Part of the huge stadium was cast into shadow because of the giant canvas awning that covered a full third of its seating and the arena in the center. He thought it was called the Velarium, but he wasn't sure. The roaring noise of the crowds hurt his ears, and he felt dizzy. The tab's effects apparently hadn't evened out in him yet. Maybe he should have taken it earlier? Wearing his itchy burlap loincloth, a rope belt, sandals and nothing else, Mark wandered slowly toward the center of the sandy field, his cudgel in hand. The echoing sounds of the crowd were maddening, and he felt almost dizzy. What was the purpose of this damn tab, anyway? Guards approached him. His urge was to run, but where would he go? Trembling, he stood his ground and waited for them. One of them grabbed him roughly and spun him about to face something, shoving him to one knee. Mark gasped, but then looked up and paused. On the other side of the giant stadium, sitting in a shaded box, was a man wearing purple, surrounded by guards and other dignitaries. It had to be the Emperor. The most powerful man in the world. If only he knew which one it was. Maybe he could've gotten an autograph. He chuckled bitterly at his joke, but the guard holding him told him to shut up and slapped him across the back of the head. Mark's eyes snapped open and fury flared through him. He surged to his feet and his shoulder-block knocked the guard backwards, to the astonishment of the audience. The guard and another one nearby drew their weapons and were about to kill him, when trumpets blared from all around the perimeter of the Colosseum. Mark looked around warily, seeing the reaction of the crowds as the two guards withdrew. Drums sounded out now, and more trumpets. He looked over at the emperor, his eyes going wide as he noticed a familiar, stunning blonde woman in a seat next to him and watching Mark with a smirk. Kneeling beside her was Nanu. "Jesus, Becky, there's a million people in Rome; how many did you fuck?" he muttered, scowling. He heard the gates clanking open again and spun to face them, his heart racing again. From the dark tunnel strode a stout, bald man wearing leather armour on his shoulder and a metal-studded skirt, carrying a shield and wielding a small axe. "What is this, fetish night at the Colosseum?" Mark complained loudly as the man began to run toward him. Mark braced himself, watching warily. His earlier anxiety was being replaced by anger, and a desire to either flee or fight. He'd just trust to his adrenalin and hope that his future self knew what the Hell he was doing. The gladiator ran up and swung at Mark, who ducked and came up behind his foe. Before the man could turn, Mark struck him across the back of the head with his cudgel. The man crashed to the ground face-first. The crowd was yelling in outrage and astonishment. Apparently, that wasn't supposed to happen. The man showed no signs of rising, merely stirring feebly and groaning, a huge goose egg rising on the back of his head. Hastily, Mark leaned down and pulled the round wooden shield off the man's arm and pried the axe from his grip. He stood up, trying to control his breathing. His heart felt like it would burst out of his chest. He looked around, making sure no one was approaching him from any other direction, but nobody seemed to be forthcoming. Where was his next foe? It dawned on him that he hadn't been expected to last beyond this first fight. They were probably scrambling to figure out what to do next. Doubtless they'd be finding another gladiator to throw at him. He chanced a glance up at Becky, but she sat still, simply watching him. He didn't blame her; she was supposed to have turned on him, after all. He did notice that she was keeping one leg crossed over the other and bouncing her thighs subtly. Maybe the hormones weren't completely out of her system yet. Or it could have just been normal horny Becky. Who knew at this point? A few seconds later, the gates on another section of the concave wall that surrounded him opened slowly, and out strode a tall man, wearing only a loincloth like himself and greaves, but carrying a weighted net in one hand, and a trident in the other. "Trident!" Mark exclaimed to himself, remembering. "That's what those fucking things are called! Now I can; Hey!" Mark had gotten distracted and only barely jumped out of the way of the retiarius, who thrust his trident, trying to skewer his foe. Mark angrily struck at the man's head with his axe, but he raised the haft of the weapon to block and Mark's axe broke on it. The crowd cheered wildly as it saw what happened. Mark stared dumbly at the splintered handle of his weapon, the iron head missing entirely, having spun off to land in the dust several inconvenient feet away. "What the shit?" Mark shouted angrily as he dodged another attack, keeping his shield between himself and his enemy. The trident's tines glanced off the face of his shield, coming perilously close to ripping open his side. "You mean I can't kill anyone? I'm timelocked from killing someone, even if they're trying to kill me?" He dodged again and scrambled for his cudgel, lying next to the first man he'd knocked unconscious. The man he was fighting was quick, though, and lunged in, jamming his weapon forward and trying to impale Mark through his stomach with it. Mark blocked with the shield, shuddering in panic as he felt the tines burst through the wood and punch out the back side, dangerously close to his belly. But the trident was caught now, and now the two men wrestled back and forth desperately, with the retiarius trying to free his weapon and Mark doing everything he could to prevent that exact thing. Suddenly he realized that he was doing exactly the wrong thing, and simply let go of his shield. The gladiator now held his trident awkwardly, weighed down as it was by the shield embedded on it, and with no safe recourse to get it back. He flailed at Mark with the weighted edges of his net, threatening to break smaller bones if he got in too close. Mark dashed for the cudgel again, and this time his opponent couldn't quickly follow him. Mark picked it up and tried putting the man on the defensive, skirting around him, looking for an opening to strike. The man glared at him balefully, swinging the net if Mark got too close. He's not armored and he can't use his weapon; Mark reminded himself. He flung his cudgel at the gladiator's face and surged in while the man was trying to block the unexpected projectile. His trident was weighted down with Mark's shield, so he was using the net frantically to avoid being struck. Mark plowed into the man and took him down to the ground, using his advantage in height and weight. His foe wheezed as he landed hard on his back, beginning to thrash as Mark straddled his chest and pummeled at him. A lucky punch got through and Mark snapped his foe's head to the side with a right across the jaw. He went to sleep. The crowds were shouting again angrily as Mark stood, recovering his stupid club and taking the man's net, since the shield was wrecked, and the trident was no use since he apparently wasn't allowed to kill anyone. How did time lock know, anyway? He bent over, trying to control his breathing and his pulse. His head was spinning again from the anxiety. What the Hell was his future self thinking, leaving that damn tab to use? What sort of advantage and futuristic superpower was panic? You're pumping adrenalin; it makes runners faster, it makes them run longer; it makes people stronger in a crisis; He opened his eyes and stood, turning around and looking at the thousands upon thousands of people who hated him. Fuck those people. He turned and looked at the emperor and held the weighted net in the air, scowling at the sovereign. "That all you got, asshole?" he shouted, feeling himself get angrier and more aggressive with every moment. Becky could barely hear what Mark was yelling over the noise of the crowds, but she shifted somewhat uncomfortably when she felt the mood of the man next to her darken. "So that's how he wants to play it, hmm?" muttered the emperor, resting his cheek against his hand. "Uppity thing, this boy of yours, Lady Horatia." "Oh, he is no longer mine, great emperor; this behavior, reprehensible as it might be, is unknown to me. Please dispose of the upstart as you see fit," Becky replied, knowing better than to be perceived as defending Mark. "You can count on that, my lady;” he replied, nodding absently as he made some vague motion to a signaler. "If you will excuse me, sire, I must depart for a moment," Becky said, trying to not sound urgent. The emperor looked at her quizzically for a moment: "You would miss his doom?" She made a show of blushing: "His life and death mean nothing to me now, but all this excitement has undone me, sire. I must go and relieve myself, because it wouldn't do to piss myself in your presence." "Very well, then," he said, nodding. "But try to be back soon." Becky stood and bowed before exiting the emperor's spectator box, taking Nanu with her, pulling her along by the wrist. "My lady, is now a good time to see to such functions?" asked the Egyptian girl as she followed the blonde woman. "Is Bonosus not in great danger? I thought you meant to rescue him." "I can't rescue him sitting next to that pompous ass, now can I?" Becky hissed as she strode down one of the hallways. "And keep your voice down; I don't want people to know what we're doing." "Sorry, mistress," Nanu replied, blushing. She allowed herself to be dragged along for several seconds before asking her next question. "What are we doing, exactly?" "You'll see soon enough," Becky said grimly, her blue eyes flashing as she pushed through the throngs of people in the hallways that ran around the length of the Colosseum. "I hope you wore your cock-sucking lips today;” The huge man lumbered towards Mark; he was well over half a foot taller than Mark, and a whole lot heavier. Beneath his layer of fat, he was obviously muscular and very strong. He carried a shield in one hand, a wicked sword in the other. His loincloth was made of tough leather, covered in metal studs. His wide belt was also braced with metal. His right arm was protected from shoulder to wrist by a cauldron and gleaming steel plates. On his head was an intimidating helmet, the face mask looking like something out of "Mad Max: Fury Road," with a peaked top that sported what looked like a curved metal blade or sail. It looked like he was wearing a can opener on his head. "Fuck;” Mark whined to himself as he stood his ground, trying to figure out how he was going to keep from getting killed. He held his cudgel and his net, trying to look threatening, but the gorilla coming at him didn't seem to care. He jumped out of the way as the Samnite slashed with his sword. He tried to move in, but was sent flying backwards when the gladiator suddenly slammed the front of his shield into him. Landing on his back, Mark only had a split second to roll out of the way as the point of his foe's sword drove down into the dirt where'd he'd only just been. He kicked at the man's leg, but it held, and he scrambled away, looking to put some distance between them. "Hey, Jason Voorhies!" he called out, waving his club in the air. "Over here, candy-ass!" The gladiator turned his head to look at him while trying to wrench his blade from the hard-packed earth. He finally did so and stood upright, rolling his shoulders and striding forward again. He slashed with his blade, but Mark dodged once again and then threw his net over his foe. The Samnite got caught in it, but didn't go down, trying angrily to remove it. Mark jumped on his back and began hammering away with his stupid little club. The giant staggered about, flailing wildly to dislodge his smaller foe. The jeering from the crowd was punctuated with increasing amounts of laughter at this ridiculous spectacle. Mark hung on for dear life with one arm wrapped around the man, his other hand whacking away at the foe's helmet. But his own net was preventing the blows from being fully effective, despite the metallic ringing of his strikes. Unable to reach the pest on his back or use his weapons, the huge man simply fell backwards, hoping to crush Mark. It wasn't graceful, and it wasn't pretty, but it did stun Mark long enough to stop him from hitting his foe with his cudgel. "Oh fuck;” Mark wheezed as the Samnite rolled off him and struggled to get up while removing the netting. Mark slowly crawled away, shaking his head to stop the world from spinning. The jellied tissue that was once his lungs was on fire, and strained to get oxygen circulating through him. He heard his foe growl in frustration, and then he felt himself getting grabbed by the scruff of the neck and the back of his loincloth before being hauled completely off the ground; The crowd went wild as the gladiator threw Bonosus bodily to the ground, as if trying to crush his bones with the impact. He picked him up again and dashed him to the hard-packed earth, having given up on removing the net. Mark protected himself from the slams as best he could, but it wasn't helping much, given the strength of the man who was mauling him. The fourth time getting slammed to the ground was about Mark's limit, and the world had become nonsense around him; everything sounded like it was being played in drunken slow motion. His vision swam, and he really just wanted to take a damn nap. He shook his head trying to clear it, remembering that Becky had bought him time, so he'd best not waste it getting rag-dolled by this shit stain. While the Samnite was reaching down for him, Mark managed to roll onto his back and kicked up, hard, between the gladiator's legs. His foot found the man's crotch, and while the force of the blow was lessened by the net's interference, his foe still groaned, and his knees bent. Mark kicked again, and then once more, having finally staggered his foe. The man sank to his knees, holding his crotch. Mark couldn't see his face, but he was obviously in a great deal of pain. Mark staggered to his feet, ignoring the crowd's jeers and screams, focusing only on his foe. The gladiator was now protecting his crotch with his hands, so Mark couldn't kick him there, so he slammed the bottom of his foot into the larger man's chest, knocking him on his back, where he lay moaning. Mark stamped on his crotch for good measure. "Stop, dammit!" wailed the man. "Quit kicking me in the cock!" "Fuck you!" Mark spat, scowling. His chest was on fire and his entire body throbbed in pain. "You were trying to kill me, fuckface! Why should I give a shit what you think?" "I'll stop, I'll stop!" the man pleaded, writhing under the net and totally at Mark's mercy. "Just don't wreck my cock, I was gonna fuck tonight!" "Yeah, right," Mark sneered. "Who were you gonna fuck?" Mark spun as he heard an ululating war cry, and his eyes widened as he saw a woman running toward him, carrying a whip in one hand and a sword in the other. Her spiked hair was wet with blue woad paste, and her eyes were mad with battle lust. "Her;” the Samnite indicated. Becky and Nanu were both on their knees, mouths bobbing back and forth on the cocks of the men they had leaning back against the wall, groaning and pumping their hips. Neither of the men could believe their luck; they thought this would be another boring day for measly pay. From up here, they couldn't even see the action down in the arena well. Sulus and Catullus, two former merchant marines, were charged with keeping the Velarium in place during the spectacles. Their extensive experience with canvas sails made them ideal for this tedious but essential work. At least, that's what they were told, despite the thirty asses a day they received proclaiming otherwise. So imagine their good fortune and delight when this patrician woman and her slave-girl happened to wander on up, espy the two men, and offer to suck their cocks, without even charging them anything! Talk about Saturnalia in Quintilis! Nanu moaned as she swirled her tongue around the head of the cock she was sucking on, holding it by the base of the shaft, her eyes closed. This seemed like an odd time to be doing something like this, but Lady Aurora had been quite firm that it was part of the plan. So be it. Besides, that strange little patch her new mistress had affixed to the skin under her arm was making her so horny right now. Kneeling beside the slave, Becky's free hand reached out and took hold of Nanu's, giving it a squeeze. They continued pushing their wet mouths along the lengths of the throbbing shafts, both girls getting wetter and more aroused with each passing moment. Nanu pulled her mouth off the cock for a moment, sucking in air and breathing heavily as she massaged it with her tiny hand. Her face was flushed as she looked over at her new mistress, her eyes glazed with desire. Becky nodded her assent. Nanu stood quickly and lifted the long trails of her garment, exposing her ass and cunt to the man she'd been servicing. She turned around and leaned back against him, squirming her ass against his cock, making him moan loudly. With great need, she grabbed hold of his tool and speared herself down on it, sighing loudly before beginning to wiggle back and forth on him, shivering as he slid in and out of her. Becky rose to her feet soon after, moving around to face Nanu and leaning forward, with her hands on the slave-girl's shoulders and looking into her eyes. The marine got behind Becky and gripped her hips, pushing inside her. Becky moaned into Nanu's mouth as she kissed her, their tongues tangling hungrily while their tits squirmed and rubbed together. The men held tight and fucked the two women as hard as they could, looking to cum as quickly as possible. Hips smacked against asses and moans grew louder. Becky and Nanu now panted through an open-mouthed kiss, their hands groping one another in need. The Egyptian girl pressed back as hard as she could on the cock she was impaled on, while Becky ground in eager circles, yearning for release. Seconds later they were wailing into one another's mouths, shuddering in ecstasy as the men groaned and began pumping cum inside their wanton pussies. Becky and Nanu were relentless, milking the men for all they were worth, until they slumped to the stone floor, almost insensate from the orgasms these strange women had given them. Straddling the marines now, and facing into one another, Becky and Nanu continued kissing and fondling, even as they moved slowly up and down on the rigid poles they'd been fucking. "Umm, mistress;” Nanu said dreamily, lost in Becky's blue eyes. "I know, my love," Becky murmured, giving Nanu many light kisses on the lips, as if she was unable to help herself. "But we must; smooch; get ready to; do our part; smooch; and rescue Mark;” Nanu pulled back from the kiss and looked up in confusion. "Mark?" "Bonosus," Becky corrected herself, waving it off. "I'll explain later. Now help me get ready;” The crowd was howling with laughter as Mark ran around the arena in a panic, chased by the gladiatrix, who cracked her whip at him, screeching for him to get his ass back there so she could kick it. Mark didn't need oppositional defiance disorder to ignore her demands. The tip of that whip was cracking awfully close behind him. The Samnite he'd downed earlier grunted and flopped down again as Mark stamped on his back while running over him. "Don't try to get up, asshole, you promised!" Mark shouted angrily. "If you do, I don't care if she's trying to kill me, I'll come over there and kick you in the balls so hard you'll be spitting them out!" "Okay! Okay!" the man shouted back, lying on his stomach and waiting. "But I hope she catches you and rips your skin off to wear as a cloak!" "Oh, go sit on a Doric column!" Mark grumbled, deking to the left to try to throw her off. At this point, the crowd was chanting something, what he could only Assume Was Her Name "Achilleia! Achilleia!" "What is that, Latin for Psycho Hose-Beast?" Mark complained loudly, noticing that he had not gained any ground on his foe. He only had the stupid cudgel, whereas she had a wicked sword and a goddam whip. He had the distinct impression he couldn't tire her; she had the look of a woman on a murder mission; her eyes were wild with bloodlust, the scream escaping her lips singing of his gory doom. "She's the greatest female gladiator in Rome!" called out the Samnite, still watching from his confines beneath the net. "She's been more than a match for many men who have fought her!" "Singing my praises doesn't get you more cunt than normal, Rullus!" Achilleia snapped, still chasing her quarry. Gods, this slave could run! Pity she had to kill him, he was well-built and had a great ass! She pressed harder, now swiping with her sword, since using her whip slowed her down some. Like most gladiators, she was wearing little armour, only leather greaves, a leather loincloth, an abbreviated leather cuirass that exposed her midriff but held her tits in place, and a leather cauldron and brace on one arm. A steel fillet around her forehead glittered with glass beads, off-setting her wild blue death-hawk hair. She whooped in triumph as the tip of her sword tore open the back of his loincloth and it fell away, leaving Mark completely exposed as he fled for his life. The crowd was laughing hysterically again. "Dammit, I hate freeballing when I'm running!" he shouted angrily, grimacing as his balls slapped around his thighs. "You have no idea how uncomfortable this is!" "Stop running then, coward!" Achilleia taunted, enjoying the view even as she tried to kill him. "I only offer the bliss of death! One red kiss of my blade across your throat, slave, and you; Off!" Done with running, Mark stopped very suddenly and braced himself, hunkering down so that Achilleia plowed into him, completely unprepared. She staggered backward and Mark whirled and grappled onto her, preventing her from using her weapons. The gladiatrix snarled and tried to knee him in the crotch, but he kept his legs judiciously in the way. They tottered and staggered about, vying for control, until they tripped over the Samnite, who was helpless to avoid them. "Oh Fuck!" he wheezed as they landed on him and then rolled off, still tussling. "Welcome to my world, dickface!" Mark shouted back at him, still wrestling with Achilleia, who meant to murder him repeatedly. Out of desperation, and with the effects of the tab still coursing through his blood, he picked her up bodily and threw her to the ground, her sword clattering away. He dropped to his knees instantly, smacking her in the face with his scrotum. "Teabag!" he shouted before whirling around and grappling onto her, trying to subdue her. He hated the thought of punching a woman, but she was trying to eviscerate him, so an exception might be in order. Achilleia was a veteran of the gladiator pits, however, and not so easily dealt with. She recovered and thrashed around, screeching and trying to claw her foe's eyes out. He swatted the whip from her hands before she could strike him with it. Mark found her increasingly difficult to manage, using his weight on top of her body to keep her in place. That plan went south, however, when she wrapped her legs around his waist and began rocking back and forth, until she was on top. They rolled around in the dust while the crowd went insane. Mark had her arms gripped tightly, out to the sides, which forced her body down closer to his. The wild look in her eyes chilled his blood, and she tried to bite his neck repeatedly, to tear his throat out. He countered frantically by using his head to shove hers away from his tender skin, and the result must have looked ridiculous, the two of them pushing and sparring with their heads. "Gurr, let; me; kill; you!" Achilleia hissed, struggling to maintain her balance over her stronger foe. "I'll make it quick, I promise!" "It'll feel good, I promise!" Mark sneered, butting the side of her head to knock it away. "Why would I make this easy for you?" "Gonna; rip you; a new;” Achilleia strained, pushing down harder. She then paused, her eyes going wide with shock. "What; gods, do you have a hard-on?" Mark used the momentary pause to roll her over, her arms pinned beside her head. Achilleia's eyes were still wide as she goggled up at him. Unfortunately, yes, he was hard again. Either he was developing some sort of danger fetish, or the hormones weren't quite as out of his system as he thought. They struggled and thrashed, with the look of shock on Achilleia's face becoming one of irritation, then a weird determination. She wasn't fighting about so much, and she seemed to be pushing with her hips, almost pumping with them. She glared and bit her lip. The roaring of the crowds was slowly abating as they watched the proceedings on the arena floor. What was happening? Seconds ago, the gladiatrix had been trying to kill the slave, now they were; what were they doing? Mark kept her pinned beneath him, and couldn't help but join her in squirming as they glared into one another's eyes. Achilleia was undulating her hips now, her upper body virtually motionless. Mark grimaced at the feel of the toughened leather around her middle grinding on his hard-on. "Dammit;” Achilleia growled. "Let go of my god-rotting hand so I can move my loincloth!" Mark took a chance and let go of one of her hands. It flashed down and pulled aside the leather garment before taking hold of his hard cock and guiding it to her entrance. Without another thought, Mark pushed down, deep inside her. Achilleia wailed loudly and wrapped her legs around his waist again, pulling him in deeper still. The entire Colosseum throng had gone silent as the spectators stared, stunned by what they were witnessing. All that could be heard, echoing through the giant stadium, was Achilleia's cries of pleasure. Was this really happening? "Achilleia? What the Hell?" the Samnite yelled in outrage, his girlfriend getting fucked by Rome's most hated slave mere feet away from him. "Shut up, Rullus, he's fucking huge!" Achilleia shouted back, pumping her hips wildly against Mark. The gladiator did as he was told and simply sulked, turning his head to look elsewhere. The emperor watched out stonily, not at all impressed with the turn of events his grand spectacle for the people had taken. He'd heard of the blasphemy this upstart slave had committed, and this was supposed to be a damnation of a great sin. Now it was another blasphemy. And where the Hell was Lady Aurora? He napped his fingers and one of his servants leaned in close, to see what his master wanted. "Have them all killed;” growled the emperor, determined to save face somehow. Mark thrust harder and harder, while Achilleia yelped and bucked beneath him, holding onto his back and with her legs still wrapped around his back. Nearby, Rullus was resting his helmeted head on his hand and rapping his fingers against the packed earth, trying to look bored. Not difficult for a man tangled inside a net. "Any time, you two;” he grumbled. "Oh, cram it, Linzer-head," Mark spat. "Say one more thing and I'll fuck her ass next!" "Oh!" Achilleia wailed, grinding and thrusting against Mark desperately. "I'm gonna; I ‘ Then she seized up and pushed up with all her strength, clenching her teeth so hard they might have cracked. As Rome watched on in stunned silence, the gladiatrix shrieked to the gods and came, hard. Mark shuddered and groaned, pumping profuse amounts of cum deep inside her clenching cunt. He thrust madly, emptying himself into her. Finally, they were both spent. Achilleia lay still beneath him, her chest rising and falling, skin glistening with sweat. Mark, exhausted, rested his forehead against her shoulder, too tired to defend himself if she tried to kill him now. Fortunately, his death was the farthest thing from her mind. Seconds of silence passed, before the thousands of spectators in the stands erupted into a wave of cheers and catcalls. Mark smiled and chuckled tiredly. "That can't be good;” he mused. "Nope," she agreed, sighing and biting on a knuckle as the last of the orgasm pulsed through her. "After that, they're certainly going to kill us. All of us. It doesn't matter; I would have died in the arena eventually. At least this way, I died with a cock in me and cumming hard." "Don't be so certain about that;” Mark replied, finally looking up and seeing all the gates opening and dozens of legionaries rushing toward them, spears at the ready. "Ah, I don't like this!" Nanu whined as she shimmied out along one of the corbels that held the vast awning in place. She held on like grim death as she edged forward, a small but sharp knife in one hand. "You can do it, my love," Becky said encouragingly, watching from their original position where they'd fucked the two marines. Both men were still snoozing, but she had tied their hands and feet for extra security. She would have done Nanu's job herself, but she was taller and heavier than the Egyptian girl, who stood a much better chance of succeeding than she did without snapping the braces or corbels. "Look straight ahead and ignore the sounds below." So of course, Nanu looked down. "He's fucking!" she hissed, her eyes narrowing. "He's fucking the gladiatrix that's supposed to be killing him! I may kill him! He doesn't need saving, I do!" "Nanu, focus!" Becky insisted. "Get to your position and await my signal." "Yes, mistress;” sighed the slave-girl sullenly. Once in position, Nanu held on tight, trying not to think about the dizzying heights she was suspended from. Everyone seemed like ants far below her. Except for Bonosus and his whore of a gladiator; she could see them very clearly, to the place where she could make out his throbbing cock as it thrust in and out of her unworthy cunt. He had a lot of explaining to do when this was over. The crowd was watching in stunned silence, unable to believe what they were seeing. But then Becky and Nanu heard the gladiatrix wailing as she came. Bonosus' groans of pleasure burned in Nanu's ears, while Becky just rolled her eyes, sighed and tapped her foot impatiently. Thunderous cheers erupted from the crowd; they'd come for blood and been rewarded with live pornography! Nanu was scowling still, when she noticed the gates opening and legionaries pouring out of them, converging on the five figures in the center of the arena. "Mistress;” Nanu said nervously, her anxiety for Bonosus' well-being overcoming her jealousy. "Now, Nanu!" Becky yelled, making sure her slave could hear her. She was already working frantically to cut through the thick ropes in one of the giant pulleys that moved the Velarium into position. Nanu, meanwhile, was sawing at the edge of the rope that held the corbel she was on in place. She gritted her teeth as she watched the steel knife bite through the thick fiber cable until finally it snapped free. The rope whipped about as it unraveled, causing a cascade of loosening canvas across the broad length of the famed awning. Becky, meanwhile, finished cutting through the rope in the giant pulley she'd selected, dodging hastily as it snapped and flailed about before spinning away. The giant canvas sheets comprising the Velarium buckled and gave way, while the corbels and rope masts retracted rapidly. "Mistress!" Nanu keened, holding on like grim death as the corbel she was on, no longer held in place by the giant ropes, snapped back toward the solid stone walls of the Colosseum. "Jump, Nanu!" Becky called out, standing on the edge of the wall and holding her arms out. "I'll catch you! Trust mistress!" Nanu squeezed her eyes shut and jumped; Becky wheezed as she caught the flying girl, tumbling to the floor with her and holding her tight. Nanu was shivering in her grasp, so Becky just held her for a few seconds and caressed her raven hair. The slave-girl looked up at her savior and nodded, so Becky stood them up, listening to the shrieks of panic as the Velarium floated down relentlessly. "Teamwork, Nanu!" she said excitedly as they stood. "Let's see what happens next!" In the Arena. Mark faced one direction warily, while Rullus and Achilleia stood behind him, squaring off against other legionaries who were closing in. The original gladiator and the retiarius were also conscious and now stood with them, brandishing what weapons they could. Mark felt silly sporting only his cudgel, but it seemed dumb to not let the gladiators have the weapons they were trained with. His cock was still hard, and leaking cum from the tip. He saw Achilleia slowly turning her head to look down at it longingly. "Eyes front, Achilleia!" he snapped, not in the mood to die. She returned to glaring balefully at the encroaching soldiers. There must have been a hundred of the legionaries. That was twenty-to-one odds. He decided to not mention that to his enemies-turned-allies, since he wasn't sure if they understood ratios in any event. If their math was as poor as their hygiene, why bother? "When I thought I'd die in the emperor's sight, this isn't how I pictured it," Rullus growled, brandishing his sword. "I hadn't envisioned dying for that cocksucker at all," Achilleia replied, spitting in contempt at the foes in front of her. "Damned if I'm gonna give him the satisfaction of a clean kill. People will remember this day, to his embarrassment!" The legionaries advanced, the circle tightening. They were protected by their large scutum body shields, and their spears pointed threateningly at the little rebel group. Mark wasn't sure what good he would do here, since he was armed with a club smaller than his dick, and he was the only untrained gladiator. But then he noticed rippling movement above, looked up and grinned. The velarium became dislodged from its moorings and like a vast sail or flag, began floating down over the stadium. People noticed, began screeching in panic, and stampeding. "Right on, Becks;” he said with satisfaction as his day began to look up. The emperor looked up, scowling as he saw the giant canvas sheet descending, fluttering menacingly as it enveloped the upper levels of seating. Panic ensued, with people scampering around pell-mell, trying to escape. "I really hate the gods;” he thought darkly as the canvas touched down around him and everything went to shit. Becky, standing on the edge of the wall and looking down over the chaos and mayhem she had caused, with tens of thousands thrown into panic, cackled gaily and clapped her hands before yanking down her top to expose her tits and holding her arms wide and yelling loudly across her kingdom of madness. "Are you not entertained?" she shouted, reveling in her triumph. God, she'd always wanted to use that line. "C'mon, c'mon, c'mon!" Mark shouted as he and his new allies raced down the hallway, shooing everyone in front of him. "Faster, if you wanna live!" The legionaries had forgotten all about the little group of rebels once the madness ensued, racing toward the emperor to rescue him. Mark used the opportunity to escape, bringing his former foes with him. He wasn't terribly interested in seeing them die, and they might prove very useful in getting out of here in one piece. Rullus had led them through a small, little-known door in the wall of the arena, one used generally only by pit masters to monitor the proceedings. His titan frame barely fit in it, but he led the way dutifully. "Where are we going?" Achillea asked, happy to be escaping, but at least wanting to know what the plan was. She had her whip and her sword in hand again. "The most convenient, flat and open space you know of beneath the Colosseum," Mark replied, hurrying along behind her. "A place almost no one knows about or uses." "One of the old training spaces," grunted Rullus. "It hasn't been used in years. Follow me!" Their course took them deeper beneath the stadium, through winding halls and narrow corridors and staircases. They finally reached a wide chamber, in the middle of which stood Becky, Nanu and Domitia. The former Vestal and the slave-girl seemed stunned to see the small party approaching, and the gladiators gaped as Lady Aurora and her slave ran into one another's arms, kissing deeply and feverishly, speaking in some unknown tongue. "Right!" Mark said, finally disengaging from Becky's tongue as he looked around, eyes flashing with determination. "I know this is going to sound weird, but I need you all to trust me. We're going to get you out of here, as quickly as we can." "How?" asked the Retiarius, looking about warily. "They'll find us eventually!" "I know, and what I'm going to say will sound like magic, but just run with it, okay?" Mark replied, walking over to the Holmes Field Device, which Becky had been kind enough to retrieve. He wasn't sure how, but she was better with this temporal shit than he was. And they trusted one another by now. "This contraption will get us out of here, but it's not big enough for all of us at once. I'm gonna take Lady Aurora and Domitia first, then come back for a few more, then the last load." Rullus nodded: "You spared my life, and I entrust you with it. Achilleia and I will go last, holding the room if the enemy comes." "Oh, Rullus;” Achilleia sighed, looking up at the hulking gladiator, her expression a dreamy one, before she suddenly scowled and smacked him on the back of his helmeted head. "You romantic asshole." Mark left them to argue while he hustled Becky and Domitia onto the platform, which was already switched on, lights and readings blinking around the surface. Becky swatted Domitia's hand as she tried to touch a dial. "You know where we're going?" he asked, hoping she had a better handle on this than he did. She nodded, smiling. "Leave it to me, Mark. I think you'll like this solution;” The climate was certainly a change from that of Rome, but it was also a pleasant experience in its own right. The city around them, built of red brick, sandy-colored stone, and studded with stately palm trees, reminded Mark of eastern cities in every movie he'd ever seen. Beyond the walls stretched endless expanses of desert, in which the city stood as a shining jewel in a vast sea of scorching sand. He didn't know why Becky knew to park the machine where she did, but he also knew she had figured out how to use his Holmes Field Device on her own, so he wasn't questioning it. Safe from prying eyes, and after two more trips back to the Colosseum to gather the other rebels, Mark now found himself in an ancient temple in the shape of a ziggurat, with priestesses standing in front of them and bowing. Unlike the Vestals, the white garments of these priestesses were delightfully spare, exposing more than it covered. "Lady Aurora Horatia," one of them said humbly. "Your timing is fortuitous, and we gladly accept your offer. Domitia will be given a new life as a priestess of Nanaya, or as she is known in your tongue, Suadela." The priestesses all walked up to Domitia and kissed her, welcoming her into their sisterhood. The former Vestal shed tears, not in sorrow, but because she had a new beginning. Nanaya, as the goddess was known in this far-flung province, was an ancient Sumerian goddess of sensuality and lust. When the Romans had conquered the land, they readily identified her with Suadela, to keep the peace. The priestess smiled at Mark and Becky again. "And for your generous donation of gold, we will take on your four friends here, to guard our temple, as the garrison makes no effort to do so. They are now, in their own way, lifelong servants and devotees of the goddess." The four gladiators beamed proudly. Since serving Nanaya, even as guardians of her temple, meant food, lodging and getting laid by her harlot-priestesses, they were more than amenable to the idea. "Lady Aurora," Domitia intoned, taking Becky's hands in hers and smiling slyly. "Will you consent to Bonosus and yourself being the first to receive my blessings as a priestess of Nanaya?" "I wouldn't have it any other way, my dear;” Becky purred, pulling Domitia into her arms and kissing her deeply. A small villa in Roman Italy; Mark sipped wine from a goblet while Becky lay nearby on a couch, wearing nothing while Nanu sat on a small stool and massaged her feet. The sultry afternoon suited everyone, and they were finally at peace. "Helluva trip, Becks," Mark mused, draining his glass and then pouring more for himself. "You've gotten really good with the Holmes Field Device now. I seriously thought it was me who left the adrenalin tab for my discovery under the Colosseum, but it was actually you." "Sorry to scare you there," Becky sighed, as Nanu worked on her toes individually, sometimes even kissing them as she rubbed oil into them. "I found them in our tab supply, and thought it was our best bet. I just jumped behind a few hours when no one was around and stashed them in that cell for you." "So it wasn't even me coming back from the future to save myself," Mark chuckled. "Here I was so confident that I'd lived, that I couldn't be killed because future-self was looking out for me, but no, it was current you. So I could've been killed at any point, even if time lock kept me from killing anyone else." "It was a little bit messy, but you did survive, and that's what counts." Becky pointed out, caressing one of her tits lazily while enjoying Nanu's exquisite touch. "So what're we gonna do with her?" Mark asked, referencing the Egyptian slave-girl. Nanu had gotten used to her mistress and her manservant speaking in this weird, harsh language, and thought nothing of it anymore; when they needed her, they spoke Latin or her own tongue to her. Becky sighed contentedly and puddled further into the couch. Nanu's foot massages were utter bliss. "I was considering letting her stay here, and simply look after this little villa I bought for me. Whenever we visited, we'd just come back as close to the time we left as possible, but I have no idea if we could guarantee time snarls not getting in the way. So I'm bringing her home with me." Mark raised an eyebrow. "That a good idea? Or even possible?" Becky shrugged. "If she can't be brought with us, the Holmes Field Device won't work, right? So we care for her here. If it does allow it, I'll keep her with me in my house and teach her about her new world. I'll just say she's a foreign student bunking with me." "Literally, I might add." Mark quipped, holding up his goblet and winking. "Oh, you," Becky giggled while Nanu shed her clothes and crawled over Becky, straddling her hips and beginning to squirm their pussies together slowly. "I don't think she's gonna give up on the notion of being my slave-girl any time soon; it seems to make her feel safe. If she asks about you as a slave, I'll say I freed you." "Well, I was pretty enslaved to you for a while there," Mark chuckled. "Funny, I remember being so in love with you while those tabs were in effect, and I remember it fondly. But at this point, I'm just back to feeling like you're my dear friend, and I love you, just not in love any more, ya' know?" Becky sighed and nodded as she placed her hands gently on Nanu's tits and caressed them while undulating beneath the slave-girl. "I know what you mean. Talk about exhilarating, right? We should do that again at some point, just for funsies." "I'm in," Mark agreed, as his cock hardened from watching the two girls make love. He put down his wine, stood up and moved in behind them, kneeling at the bottom of the couch and sinking his cock deep inside Becky, making her moan as he started to slide in and out of her. "And what about our other acquisitions?" he asked, caressing and squeezing Nanu's ass while he fucked his Physics teacher. "Uh, the clothes we'll keep at my place, for future use," she breathed, loving the feel of Nanu's moist cunt on hers while Mark fucked deeply. She felt Nanu shiver and gasp as Mark pulled out of her and pushed into the slave-girl. "And I bought those big amphorae of Falernian wine, there's twenty-six liters in each. We'll bury them where we know nature has never been disturbed back in our time, and then retrieve them. Voila, Roman wine for dinner every night." "I'm gonna have fun explaining that to my parents;” Mark chuckled as he slid back into Becky, making her cry out. Dinner with Family. Dhallyla stared at the liquid in her glass in wonder while her family sat at the table for dinner. It was quite unlike anything she'd ever tasted before. "Mark, what; what did you say this was called again?" she asked. He shrugged as he ate. "It's a Roman-style wine, called Falernian. Lots of people are recreating ancient alcohol recipes now, so I thought we'd give this a shot. Pretty nice, hmm?" "Very strong," his sister Roxy rasped as she put down her wine glass and made a bit of a face. "Very, very strong." "That's why the Romans and Greeks mixed their wine with water," he chuckled. "Some Roman talked about not being able to bring an open flame near wine because it could catch fire. So I mixed it with water, like the instructions said. Sorry if it's still strong." "Where did you get this again?" his father asked. "Ren Faire," he said easily. "All sorts of brewers and people showing off their wine and beer skills these days at them, so I thought I'd give it a shot, ya' know? Bought a couple of bottles." "It's certainly different, but I can grow to like it," his mother mused. "Make sure you get more before we run out." "I can do that," Mark replied cheerfully. Later that night, he was sitting at his desk in his room, surfing for eras to visit during their next adventure, when the door to his room clicked shut. He turned his head to see his sister leaning back against the door, looking at him pointedly. "Something I can do for you, Rox?" he asked plainly, keeping his eyes on his research. "Now that you mention it, yeah," she said, folding her arms and wearing that insufferable smirk of hers. She never stopped reminding him who the elder sibling was. "So I did some looking around online, and there hasn't been a Ren Faire within five hundred miles of us in the last six months." Mark paused in his surfing and slowly turned to look at his sister. "So," she said, walking slowly toward him. "I figure it's about time you told me what the Hell is really going on;” Loose ends, scores to settle, a moral quandaries abound! It's Your Own Fault You Snooped! Mark didn't speak for several seconds, trying his best to not gape at Roxy. She'd always been somewhat suspicious of him when he did just about anything, but the fact that she'd done actual research this time was something new. She had played her hand, and he was cornered. But still, he found himself not sure what to say. "Well, c'mon, you little trouser snake," moving away from the door and sauntering toward him. She could tell she'd caught him dead to rights about something, but now she needed to find out what it was. "Ya' might as well 'fess up, because I somehow doubt you want mom and dad to know what you're up to." The mere thought brought a shiver to Mark and left a cold sweat on his brow. He swallowed, trying not to panic. Roxy had less mercy in a sibling confrontation than Mike Tyson had in the ring. He thought of the number of times she'd beaten his ass for tattling on her when they were younger, and how she'd always get some brutal form of revenge he was unlikely to forget. And he dreaded the thought of how she could screw this up for him. "I'm almost not wanting to find out, at least for a while, because watching your mind flop around in panic is kinda fun," she said, smirking as she stopped in front of him and leaned forward. "But I need to make a decision about whether the 'rents oughta know, so let's speed this up, okay?" She then turned and sat on the edge of his bed, leaning back on her hands, one leg crossed over the other as she looked at him pointedly. "Spill it, little brother." His mind raced. What could he tell her? She'd caught him in a flat-out lie that he had acquired his Falernian wine from a Ren Faire, and had no doubt pieced together that his other recent exotic acquisitions were likewise not from where he'd claimed. So what were her suspicions? She no doubt was assuming, quite reasonably, that he was involved in some illicit activity that

**If you or someone you know is experiencing domestic violence, help is available. You can call the National Domestic Violence Hotline at 1-800-799-SAFE (7233). You can also chat at TheHotline.org or text START to 88788. All three options are available 24/7, free, and completely confidential. There are additional resources on the Hotline's website, including safety planning tools and guides for supporting loved ones.** On December 10, 1987, 22-year-old Christi Jo Nichols met with a domestic violence counselor to talk about the abuse she was facing at home. That night, Christi and her husband, Mark, took their two young children out for dinner and photos with Santa. Afterward, they brought the kids home then went to the bar where Christi worked. It was the last time anyone ever saw her. The next morning, Christi was gone, but her car and all of her belongings were still at home. Blood was later found inside the house and in Mark's car, yet he insisted she left on her own. More than three decades have passed, and Christi has never been found. But her family is still searching, waiting for the answers that will finally bring her home. *On the night of December 10, 1987, 22-year-old Christi Jo Nichols went out with her husband, Mark. By the next morning, she was gone. Her car and belongings were left behind, and blood was later found in their home and in Mark's car. Christi's body has never been found, and Mark Nichols remains the only suspect. If you have information in this case, you are asked to call the Nebraska State Patrol at (402) 479-4049.* Editor: Shannon Keirce Research/Writing: Haley Gray SUBMIT A CASE HERE: Cases@DetectivePerspectivePod.com SOCIAL Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/detperspective/ Twitter: https://twitter.com/detperspective FIND DERRICK HERE Twitter: https://twitter.com/DerrickL Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/DerrickLevasseur Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/DerrickVLevasseur CRIME WEEKLY AND COFFEE Criminal Coffee Company: https://www.CriminalCoffeeCo.com Crime Weekly:  https://crimeweeklypodcast.com/shop ADS: 1. https://www.TryMiracle.com/Detective - Use code DETECTIVE for 3 FREE towels and to save over 40%! 2. https://www.TryFUM.com - Use code DETECTIVE to get a FREE gift with your Journey Pack! 3. https://www.HomeAglow.com/Detective - Get your first 3 hours of cleaning for only $19!

Wanna rock the ReddX merch? https://teespring.com/stores/r... Got a story? I got a subreddit: https://www.reddit.com/r/ReddX... Slendybeard part 1: https://youtu.be/66iQ1Azg0Y4 Slendybeard part 2: https://youtu.be/J9Ku9NDWQx0 Neckbeard Taxi Driver part 1: https://youtu.be/pcFkjCJ5-vs In this episode of r/TalesofNeckbeards we are diving back in to continue some neckbeard stories that were covered by authors. We have Warren the taxi driver neckbeard and Slendybeard making their less-than-triumphant return. I wish I could say that I was happy to see them, but returning to neckbeard stories generally doesn't turn out well for anyone. It doesn't matter what your background is, you always need to treat people like people and not use them simply to get off. Neckbeards seem to learn this lesson particularly slow and it really does make my blood boil... So we must bring it to light so others don't suffer alone. For your fill of neckbeard stories we've got you covered with the freshest weeaboo, niceguy, and neckbeard happenings on reddit. Stick with ReddX for your daily dose of cringe with a side-dish of relatability. You might even feel good for dessert... But who can say? #taxi #neckbeard #slendy Join me on Discord dude: https://discord.gg/Sju7YckUWu One-time PayPal donation: https://www.paypal.me/daytondo... Support this channel on Patreon: http://patreon.com/daytondoes Stalk me on the Twitter! http://www.twitter.com/daytond... Visit me over on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/ReddX... Check out my other channel: https://www.youtube.com/dayton... Wifey's channel is right over here: https://www.youtube.com/channe... Have you ever met a neckbeard or a nice guy? They are frustrating to deal with, but luckily you aren't alone! These r/neckbeardstories from Reddit are among the top posts of all time and include some of the funniest Reddit stories ever posted on the neckbeard stories subreddit! rSlash NeckbeardStories have all kinds of funny neckbeards in them, but especially the nice guy. And the weeaboo. There is a wide spectrum of neckbeards, and this is but a small slice of it. Listening to ReddX's neckbeard stories playlist is a great experience! These neckbeard stories Top Posts of All Time from Reddit are made for you to enjoy any time you feel like it, so be sure to save my rSlash neckbeard stories playlist to your favorites! While there are many rslash channels that read r/neckbeard stories and r/prorevenge from reddit, each channel has their own way of performing them. Some of the top rSlash entitled parents channels I recommend checking out are the original rSlash, Redditor, fresh, r/Bumfries, VoiceyHere, Mr Reddit, Storytime and Darkfluff. These Reddit story channels inspired me to start my own Reddit story channel, with a focus on Entitled Parents stories and at times going into the r/pettyrevenge and r/choosingbeggars subreddit as well. Because most of my audience prefers Entitled Parents stories of Reddit, I tend to just stick with reading the r/EntitleParents Top Posts of All Time. But I also enjoy getting up close and personal with neckbeards and weeaboos from time to time. Subscribe to ReddX for the freshest daily Reddit content. I post relatable readings of Reddit posts and Reddit stories every single day! Journey with me as I relate these amazing Reddit stories to my personal life journey. I'm greatly inspired by the top reddit posts of all time videos and reddit stories on YouTube which is why I started doing them myself. YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/channe... Discord: https://discord.gg/Sju7YckUWu Twitch: https://www.twitch.tv/daytondo... PayPal: https://www.paypal.me/daytondo... Patreon: http://patreon.com/daytondoes Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/daytond... Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/ReddX... Merch: https://reddx-shop.fourthwall....

"You are an Ancestor". The SANAT KUMARA of Earth introduces the Collective Consciousness of All Ancestors. #ancestors #newearth # 5D 00:00 Chant 00:41 Introduction 02:58 The Collective Consciousness of All Ancestors 05:49 Spirit and Beliefs 08:40 The Ancestors 10:13 You are an Ancestor 12:23 Live as Spirit 13:30 Believe in Your Ancestors 14:39 Know Thyself 16:13 On the Shoulder of Giants 17:32 Be Empowered 18:25 Announcements 19:24 Chant For more information https://namasyouniversity.org/ We are happy to announce the third Art Exhibition at ATELIER MARTINA VIOLETTA JUNG on December 6th and 7th 2025 in Aachen. Come and enjoy portal paintings by Katharina Adari about the Divine Feminine & Masculine and by Martina Violetta Jung with The SANAT KUMARA titled Creatures and Worlds. All information is on namasartists.com website. Please see the link below. https://namasartists.com/#rec838997711 We are excited to announce 4 new books from NAMAS YOUNIVERSITY. Experience Aachen Spiritually: A personal journey of discovery (The SANAT KUMARA Speaks Book 10) by Martina Violetta Jung. Available on amazon.com https://a.co/d/51i6xzi Creatures and Worlds: Spiritual Art (Portal Art Book 2) by Martina Violetta Jung. Available on amazon.com https://a.co/d/1YOSB6M Teleport to the New World: With Ancestors and Light of the Lords. (Teaching of the Lords book 3) by Kohmahl Agarwal. Available on amazon.com https://a.co/d/02NnJCX Heal Yourself with Light Language: New Mantras and Portals for Your Personal Development and Healing. (Healing Earth Book 3) by Katherina Adari. Available on amazon.com https://a.co/d/5SWtCSZ

Send us a textIn this episode Matt sits down with Richard Holland from Nation Safe Drivers and talks about the challenges we all face when owing a vehicle. He tell us how Nation Safe Drivers works and what benefits they can provide for you the consumer. He explains his journey in the car business and what got him where he is today. In short Richard is a car guy and we like car guys! All Automotive is a production of Gearhead Media. Thank you to our main sponsor of All Automotive. Visit their website www.gforceautomotive.netSupport the showFind us on social media. X @gforceauto Facebook @allautomotive Instagram @allautomotive

Det verdensomspennende fenomenet «sextortion» har økt dramatisk de siste årene - også i Norge. Majoriteten av de ofrene er unge menn i alderen 14 - 30 år. For å forstå hvordan dette oppleves for de berørte, og hvordan dette kan skje, har vi snakket med psykolog Cathrine Moestue og advokat Petter Dines Olsen som hjelper Telenor-kunder gjennom tjenesten SAFE.

Kullum da karfe 6 na safe agogon Najeriya da Nijar muna gabatar da labarai da rahotanni da dumi-duminsu, sannan mu na gabatar da wasu shirye-shirye kamar Noma da Lafiya Uwar Jiki.

In this episode I'm going to be diving into a topic of interest to everyone in the nuclear energy field. It is a scandalous expose on the history of the dreaded ALARA principle regarding radiation exposure regulations (As Low As Reasonably Achievable), based on the idea that no amount of radiation is safe. What is the scientific basis behind this idea and is it supported by the evidence, or has there been a massive multi-decadal conspiracy? My guest today has published a book that suggests the ALARA principle is a regulatory roadblock paid for by big oil, and implicitly supported by scientific review panels that may have been more intent on shutting down open air nuclear weapons testing than following the evidence. Returning guest and friend of The Rational View, author Mike Conley has lived in Japan, Hawaii, and all over the US and has backpacked through Thailand and Cambodia. As a lifelong science nerd, Mike became interested in nuclear power in 2010, and quickly saw that the field was in dire need of writers who could explain the technology to the average reader. So he joined the Thorium Energy Alliance, met dozens of scientists and engineers, and made them an offer: “You explain it to me and I'll explain it to the world.” The first published book from this years-long effort was Earth is a Nuclear Planet. Its short companion book The LNT Report is now available. The LNT report is based on detailed investigations by Dr. Edward Calabrese into scientific misconduct underlying the history of the Linear No-Threshold radiation regulatory regime. This work brings to light a decades-long scientific scandal that helped to derail the nuclear revolution and entrench fossil fuels and climate change over the past 50 years. Support the podcast at Patron.Podbean.com slash TheRationalView

Tyler challenges you to pursue a vision so big it scares you. Safe goals don't stretch you—scary ones force you to level up, ask for help, and become someone new. Stop managing. Start building.We want your feedback! Take our survey to help us better your listening experience.Check out the Multifamily Mindset store for great tools like the Think Bigger Journal and MFM merchandise.Follow us on Instagram:►Tyler Deveraux (@tyler_deveraux), CEO of Multifamily Mindset & Managing Partner of Multifamily Capital Partners►Cyndi Maguire (@cyndigap), Real Estate Investor & Consultant at the Multifamily Mindset►Zach Rucker (@zachrucker), Underwriting Mentor at the Multifamily Mindset

In this episode of The Panic Pod we focus on agoraphobia. Agoraphobia involves a fear of leaving a space that feels safe, usually because of the worry that panic or overwhelm might strike once we are out. Safe spaces often include the home, a small travel radius, or familiar routes that feel controllable.I talk through how this pattern develops, what maintains it, and why it affects so many people. I also draw on my own past experience with agoraphobia to show how understandable this reaction is and how it can be worked with over time.

Annual Poetry Evening. Erin Robinsong, Sarah Selecky, Michael Stone read from their favourite poems. A wonderful evening of words to support practice. Recorded Nov. 30, 2010. Image of Waves & Water: A Collection of Poems by Michael Stone. Photo by Andréa de Keijzer. The Awake in the World podcast is brought to you by the generosity of our amazing Patreon supporters, making it possible for us to keep Michael's archive of teachings available to the public. To become a patron, visit: patreon.com/michaelstone.

John has lived in this business for a while, 30 years fighting the Wall Street battle! Born and raised in beautiful Michigan with a close family that he loves and cherishes. They spend a great deal of time together travelling and love visiting their family cottage in up north of Michigan. One of his truly favorite spots is mystical Mackinaw Island. Being an avid animal lover and protector, he will soon provide a sanctuary for animals that need love and a safe home. This will be in memory of my “ex-partner” and beloved friend, Bambi, whom he rescued and went everywhere with me in my travels. In my business model, John works in many states but primarily the Michigan and Ohio areas, fighting for his students and clients from the stock market insanity.“Emotions run the market,” and I have learned from all those emotions from all my students through the years!Learn More: https://www.safeestate.net/Influential Entrepreneurs with Mike Saundershttps://businessinnovatorsradio.com/influential-entrepreneurs-with-mike-saunders/Source: https://businessinnovatorsradio.com/interview-with-john-badalamenti-founder-ceo-of-safe-estate-discussing-market-volatility-investor-behavior

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In todays "Parents Court" DCS discusses the dozens of instances that children and young adults have hurt themselves after trying to use AI as a therapist with some AI going as far as telling kids to commit suicide. Plus DCS talks  car troubles and the release of the Devil Wears Prada 2 trailer. 

Safe by Association | Genesis 18 What does it mean to be spared by God's mercy, not because of our own righteousness, but because of who we're connected to? In this message, Pastor Zach Terry walks us through Abraham's bold intercession for Sodom, Lot's tragic compromise, and the sobering destruction that followed. We'll see how: - Laws give instruction, but consequences bring conviction.  - Lot "drafted" behind Abraham's faith without making it his own. - God's judgment is just—but His mercy is greater still. At the heart of the story is a powerful truth: only by being Safe by Association with the Righteous One, Jesus Christ, can we stand on the day of judgment. 

Is it safe to cook gluten free food in an Air Fryer that cooks gluten-containing food? Listen to find out.I would love to hear from you! Leave your messages for Andrea at contact@baltimoreglutenfree.com and check out www.baltimoreglutenfree.comInstagramFacebookGluten Free College 101Website: www.glutenfreecollege.comFacebook: http://www.Facebook.com/Glutenfreecollege Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Fluent Fiction - Dutch: Making Sinterklaas Safe: A Tale of Friendship and Inclusion Find the full episode transcript, vocabulary words, and more:fluentfiction.com/nl/episode/2025-11-14-23-34-02-nl Story Transcript:Nl: In de oude, statige gangen van het internaat in Utrecht hing een gevoel van opwinding.En: In the old, stately halls of the boarding school in Utrecht, there was a sense of excitement.Nl: De herfstwind blies de kleurrijke bladeren tegen de ramen, en de geur van Sinterklaas begon de lucht te vullen.En: The autumn wind blew colorful leaves against the windows, and the scent of Sinterklaas began to fill the air.Nl: Iedereen keek uit naar het Sinterklaasfeest, behalve Maarten.En: Everyone looked forward to the Sinterklaasfeest, except Maarten.Nl: Maarten was een stille jongen, die meestal zijn boeken koos boven de drukte van zijn klasgenoten.En: Maarten was a quiet boy who usually chose his books over the hustle and bustle of his classmates.Nl: Hij had een serieuze pinda-allergie, iets wat altijd als een schaduw boven hem hing.En: He had a serious peanut allergy, something that always hung over him like a shadow.Nl: Rond deze tijd van het jaar, met al het lekkers dat rondging, was hij extra voorzichtig.En: Around this time of year, with all the treats going around, he was extra careful.Nl: Hij wilde graag meedoen met de feestvreugde, maar de angst dat iets mis kon gaan hield hem vaak tegen.En: He wanted to join in the festivities but the fear that something might go wrong often held him back.Nl: Elise, zijn klasgenoot, was precies het tegenovergestelde.En: Elise, his classmate, was quite the opposite.Nl: Ze was bruisend en sociaal, altijd bezig om iedereen erbij te betrekken.En: She was lively and social, always busy getting everyone involved.Nl: Dit jaar had ze de leiding over het Sinterklaasfeest op school, en ze had grootse plannen.En: This year she was in charge of organizing the Sinterklaasfeest at school, and she had big plans.Nl: Ze wilde ervoor zorgen dat iedereen, zelfs Maarten, zich welkom en veilig voelde.En: She wanted to make sure that everyone, even Maarten, felt welcome and safe.Nl: Ze wist van zijn allergie, maar was vastberaden om het een feestje te maken waar iedereen van kon genieten.En: She knew about his allergy, but was determined to make it a party that everyone could enjoy.Nl: Toen Elise naar de klas liep, kwam ze Maarten tegen in de gang.En: As Elise walked to the class, she met Maarten in the hallway.Nl: "Hé Maarten," zei ze met een glimlach.En: "Hey Maarten," she said with a smile.Nl: "Ik wil dat je me helpt bij het organiseren van het feestje. Misschien kunnen we samen kijken naar de snacks?"En: "I want you to help me organize the party. Maybe we can look at the snacks together?"Nl: Maarten aarzelde even, maar stemde uiteindelijk in.En: Maarten hesitated for a moment but eventually agreed.Nl: Hij kende Elise als een goede vriendin en wilde haar vertrouwen.En: He knew Elise as a good friend and wanted to trust her.Nl: De dagen vorderden en de voorbereidingen voor het feest waren in volle gang.En: The days progressed and the preparations for the party were in full swing.Nl: Elise nam speciale maatregelen en zorgde ervoor dat alle traktaties veilig waren voor Maarten.En: Elise took special measures to ensure that all the treats were safe for Maarten.Nl: Desondanks bleef Maarten zenuwachtig.En: Despite this, Maarten remained nervous.Nl: Hij herinnerde zich de keren dat er toch iets fout ging, hoe voorzichtig hij ook was.En: He remembered the times when things had gone wrong, no matter how careful he was.Nl: Op de avond van het feest was de feestzaal prachtig versierd met lichtjes en Sinterklaasdecoraties.En: On the evening of the party, the party hall was beautifully decorated with lights and Sinterklaas decorations.Nl: Er was muziek en de geur van warme chocolademelk vulde de kamer.En: There was music and the scent of hot chocolate filled the room.Nl: Maarten stond aan de zijkant, een beetje nerveus, terwijl zijn vrienden begonnen te dansen.En: Maarten stood to the side, a bit nervous, while his friends began to dance.Nl: Plots zag hij een bord pepernoten op tafel staan, precies op de plek waar Elise had beloofd dat er geen pindaproducten zouden zijn.En: Suddenly, he saw a plate of pepernoten on the table, exactly in the place where Elise had promised there would be no peanut products.Nl: Zijn hart begon sneller te kloppen, en een golf van angst overspoelde hem.En: His heart began to race, and a wave of fear washed over him.Nl: Hij wist niet wat te doen. Moest hij iets zeggen of stilletjes vertrekken?En: He didn't know whether to say something or quietly leave.Nl: Op dat moment keek Elise op.En: At that moment, Elise looked up.Nl: Ze zag de paniek in Maartens ogen en begreep onmiddellijk wat er aan de hand was.En: She saw the panic in Maarten's eyes and understood immediately what was happening.Nl: Zonder aarzelen liep ze naar de tafel, pakte de schaal met pepernoten en wisselde deze voor een schaal zonder pinda's.En: Without hesitation, she walked over to the table, picked up the dish of pepernoten, and swapped it with a tray that had no peanuts.Nl: "Sorry, dat was een vergissing," zei ze vriendelijk, terwijl ze de situatie snel en rustig oploste.En: "Sorry, that was a mistake," she said kindly, quickly and calmly resolving the situation.Nl: Maarten haalde opgelucht adem.En: Maarten breathed a sigh of relief.Nl: Elise gaf hem een warme glimlach.En: Elise gave him a warm smile.Nl: "Kom je meedansen?" vroeg ze uitnodigend.En: "Want to come dance?" she asked invitingly.Nl: Maarten voelde zich eindelijk ontspannen.En: Maarten finally felt relaxed.Nl: Hij begreep dat hij zijn vrienden kon vertrouwen om hem veilig te houden.En: He realized he could trust his friends to keep him safe.Nl: Terwijl hij zich bij de groep aansloot, voelde hij zich eindelijk vrij om te genieten.En: As he joined the group, he finally felt free to enjoy himself.Nl: De muziek speelde, de lichten flonkerden, en eindelijk, voor het eerst in lange tijd, voelde Maarten zich echt deel van de groep.En: The music played, the lights twinkled, and finally, for the first time in a long time, Maarten truly felt like part of the group.Nl: Vanaf die dag wist Maarten dat hij altijd op Elise kon rekenen en dat hij zichzelf kon toestaan om te genieten, zelfs met zijn allergie.En: From that day on, Maarten knew he could always count on Elise and that he could allow himself to enjoy life, even with his allergy.Nl: Elise, op haar beurt, leerde hoeveel verschil kleine gebaren van zorg en inclusiviteit konden maken.En: Elise, in turn, learned how much of a difference small gestures of care and inclusivity could make.Nl: Het was een Sinterklaasfeest om nooit te vergeten.En: It was a Sinterklaasfeest to never forget. 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John has lived in this business for a while, 30 years fighting the Wall Street battle! Born and raised in beautiful Michigan with a close family that he loves and cherishes. They spend a great deal of time together travelling and love visiting their family cottage in up north of Michigan. One of his truly favorite spots is mystical Mackinaw Island. Being an avid animal lover and protector, he will soon provide a sanctuary for animals that need love and a safe home. This will be in memory of my “ex-partner” and beloved friend, Bambi, whom he rescued and went everywhere with me in my travels. In my business model, John works in many states but primarily the Michigan and Ohio areas, fighting for his students and clients from the stock market insanity.“Emotions run the market,” and I have learned from all those emotions from all my students through the years!Learn More: https://www.safeestate.net/Influential Entrepreneurs with Mike Saundershttps://businessinnovatorsradio.com/influential-entrepreneurs-with-mike-saunders/Source: https://businessinnovatorsradio.com/interview-with-john-badalamenti-founder-ceo-of-safe-estate-discussing-market-volatility-investor-behavior

In this episode, Robert “Bob” Pizzini is joined by LaTonya Warren, CEO and founder of Armintia, LLC, a veteran-owned cannabis research, development, and education company. Throughout the conversation, LaTonya shares her personal journey from military service to becoming a leader in the cannabis industry. She discusses her grandmother's influence as a holistic cannabis healer, her academic and professional pursuits in chemistry, and the creation of Arminia. The discussion covers LaTonya's work with educational institutions, local government, and the senior community, emphasizing the importance of safe, regulated cannabis products. Latonya also delves into her leadership philosophy, underscoring the importance of asking for help and continuous learning. Lastly, they touch upon LaTonya's current participation in the Founders Institute program aimed at accelerating her business growth. The episode is an insightful look at leadership, perseverance, and innovation in an emerging industry. Learn about all of these and more nuggets of insight in this latest episode of the Elevate Your Leadership podcast. KEY TAKEAWAYS Leadership means not being afraid to ask for help, keep learning, and seek advice from others. The cannabis industry is evolving, requiring a blend of science, advocacy, and education. Safe, tested, and regulated cannabis products are essential, especially for new and older users. Education and research are critical to advancing cannabis understanding and opportunity. Personal experience and family legacy can inspire impactful business and community work. QUOTES “Leadership is not being afraid to ask others for help.” “I really do care about this product, and I want people to have the safest product, especially if they're deciding to consume it.” “When it comes to leadership, you have to be okay with asking, exploring, reading more, learning more, and then if you see other leaders, ‘How did you accomplish this?'” “The best leaders know that they have a lot to learn.” “Education was needed. That was my ‘let's go to the drawing board and figure this thing out' moment.” “I want people to have the safest product, and I think Virginia Beach is the best place for a lab setting.” Connect and learn more from LaTonya Warren.LinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/in/ltwarren/ Armintia Website: https://www.armintia.com/ About Robert: Robert is a #1 Best Selling Author, Speaker, Award-Winning CEO, and above all, a Leadership Coach by heart. Join Robert and together you will lead with confidence, unify your team, and expand your comfort zone. Where to find Robert: Website - https://robertpizzini.com/ Apple Podcasts - https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/elevate-your-leadership/id1547181480 YouTube - https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCqx9fuoZnq0--c1ttdckwLg Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

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I'm always asking questions.  The fun begins when you start researching for answers. Such as…   Are we supposed to trust our gut feelings?  Plus…click bait.  Our gut feeling says its fake yet we still leap into its existence.  Fooled everytime!   I'm Arroe…  I am a daily writer.  A silent wolf.  I stand on the sidelines and do nothing but watch, listen study then activate.  I call it The Daily Mess.  A chronological walk through an everyday world.  Yes, it's my morning writing.  As a receiver of thoughts and ideas, we as people tend to throw it to the side and deal with it later.  When a subject arrives, I dig in.  It's still keeping a journal!  By doing the research the picture becomes clearer.  This is the Daily Mess…Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/arroe-collins-unplugged-totally-uncut--994165/support.

ADOT 's Doug Nintzel sits down with Luis Venegas to discuss the IRU, incident response unit and its role with ADOT.

I'm always asking questions.  The fun begins when you start researching for answers. Such as…   Are we supposed to trust our gut feelings?  Plus…click bait.  Our gut feeling says its fake yet we still leap into its existence.  Fooled everytime!   I'm Arroe…  I am a daily writer.  A silent wolf.  I stand on the sidelines and do nothing but watch, listen study then activate.  I call it The Daily Mess.  A chronological walk through an everyday world.  Yes, it's my morning writing.  As a receiver of thoughts and ideas, we as people tend to throw it to the side and deal with it later.  When a subject arrives, I dig in.  It's still keeping a journal!  By doing the research the picture becomes clearer.  This is the Daily Mess…Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/arroe-collins-like-it-s-live--4113802/support.

Kullum da karfe 6 na safe agogon Najeriya da Nijar muna gabatar da labarai da rahotanni da dumi-duminsu, sannan mu na gabatar da wasu shirye-shirye kamar Noma da Lafiya Uwar Jiki.

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 DML discusses Trump's falling approval ratings and the concept that “MAGA is dead.” Other topics that will be covered include: –Trump's push for H1B visas–The backlash on the hemp ban in the new CR–And much more!

Ciro Greco, Co-founder & CEO at Bauplan, joins the podcast to discuss a new paradigm for data engineering rooted in software engineering principles. He explains how treating the data lakehouse like a software project — with version control, branching, and transactional pipelines — creates a robust and safe environment for development. Subscribe to the Gradient Flow Newsletter

The Daily Memphian published a major story today that openly attacks the Memphis Safe Task Force. The story is filled with incidents involving illegals without providing any context for the arrests. Do you stand with the Daily Memphian or the Memphis Safe Task Force? Listen LIVE Weekdays 7AM Central on the KWAM app, or Mighty990.com See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

When 28-year-old Susan Cox Powell vanished from her West Valley City, Utah, home in December 2009, her purse, phone, and keys suspiciously remained—and her husband's story didn't add up. In part 1 we trace the chilling trail of red flags Susan left behind: a secret will, haunting journal entries, and an eerie home video “in case something happens.” From the Powells' tangled family history in Puyallup, Washington, to the night of the so-called midnight “camping trip,” we uncover the control, manipulation, and obsession that built a pressure cooker inside their Utah home. Through interviews, court records, and Susan's own words, we explore how a young mother's intuition became her last line of defense—and how the search for truth stretched across the Pacific Northwest.If you or someone you know feels unsafe in a relationship, reach out to the National Domestic Violence Hotline at 1-800-799-SAFE (7233) or visit thehotline.org. Support is available 24/7 via phone, chat, or by texting START to 88788. For listeners in the Pacific Northwest, local help is also available through the Washington State Domestic Violence Hotline at 1-800-562-6025 or Oregon's SafeLine at 1-888-235-5333.Visit our website! Find us on Facebook, Instagram, TikTok, Patreon, & more! If you have any true crime, paranormal, or witchy stories you'd like to share with us & possibly have them read (out loud) on an episode, email us atpnwhauntsandhomicides@gmail.com or use this link. There are so many ways that you can support the show: BuyMeACoffee, Spreaker, or by leaving a rating & review on Apple Podcasts.

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John has lived in this business for a while, 30 years fighting the Wall Street battle! Born and raised in beautiful Michigan with a close family that he loves and cherishes. They spend a great deal of time together travelling and love visiting their family cottage in up north of Michigan. One of his truly favorite spots is mystical Mackinaw Island. Being an avid animal lover and protector, he will soon provide a sanctuary for animals that need love and a safe home. This will be in memory of my “ex-partner” and beloved friend Bambi, whom he rescued and went everywhere with me in my travels. In my business model, John works in many states but primarily the Michigan and Ohio areas fighting for his students and clients from the stock market insanity.“Emotions run the market” and I have learned from all those emotions from all my students through the years!Learn More: https://www.safeestate.net/Influential Entrepreneurs with Mike Saundershttps://businessinnovatorsradio.com/influential-entrepreneurs-with-mike-saunders/Source: https://businessinnovatorsradio.com/interview-with-john-badalamenti-founder-ceo-of-safe-estate-discussing-running-out-of-income-the-domino-effect

Send us a textEver had a week that shook you, grounded you, and reminded you what actually matters? This episode of Girls Gone Gritty brings a powerful blend of gratitude, real-life reflection, and practical travel wisdom that every listener can use. Farley and Jen open their hearts about honoring veterans, losing parents, and learning to appreciate the people who have shaped our lives. Their reminder is simple but profound: ask your loved ones questions while you still can and capture the stories that make your family who they are.From there, they shift into humor and headlines with their weekly Top 3, from the accidental fame of “Fedora Man” to the truth about Social Security, and the big news for women's health as the hormone replacement therapy warning finally expires. The second half of the episode gives you a traveler's survival guide for dealing with shutdowns, TSA chaos, Clear, Global Entry, Real IDs, flight strategy, and the real people working behind the scenes to keep America moving.The episode ends with a heartfelt tribute to Navy SEAL Chris Kyle and a soul-lifting song recommendation for anyone feeling overwhelmed. It's gritty, real, and full of heart.Episode Highlights:(0:00) Intro(1:01) Losing parents and honoring family stories(3:47) The Top 3 headlines of the week(4:10) The rise of “Fedora Man”(5:46) Social Security timing and retirement insight(7:02) HRT myths and updated medical guidance(8:05) Travel delays, shutdown impact, and mindset(14:13) TSA PreCheck, Global Entry, and KTN tips(19:16) Clear, fast lanes, and travel strategy(22:07) Real ID rules and passport card tips(23:47) Best times to fly and rebooking secrets(27:05) Why shutdowns hit regular people hardest(28:02) Got Grit Award: Navy SEAL Chris Kyle(30:01) Song inspiration for hard weeks(31:28) OutroFollow us: Web: https://girlsgonegritty.com/ Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/girlsgonegritty/ More ways to find us: https://linktr.ee/girlsgonegritty

In this episode of the Know Your Numbers REI podcast, host Chris McCormack delves into the intricate world of cryptocurrency and its significant tax implications. He begins discussing the famous story of the Bitcoin pizza and transitions into an analysis of current trends in the cryptocurrency market, which has seen substantial increases in value. Real-world examples highlight both the potential gains and complexities investors face. He also covers essential topics such as the nature of cryptocurrency as a capital asset, the nuances of capital gains rates versus ordinary income tax rates, and the reporting responsibilities of crypto investors.Chris explains the tax reporting changes and notices from the IRS, emphasizing the importance of listing cryptocurrency transactions on tax returns. He also provides practical strategies for tax planning, like tax loss harvesting, and explores the implications for day traders who may face higher tax burdens.Tune in to seek professional tax advice to navigate these regulations effectively. This episode provides valuable insights for anyone involved in or considering investing in the cryptocurrency market, aiming to help them make informed decisions and comply with tax laws.••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••➤➤➤ To become a client, schedule a call with our team➤➤ https://www.betterbooksaccounting.co/contact••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••Connect with Chris McCormack on Social MediaFacebook: https://www.facebook.com/chrismccormackcpaLinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/in/chrismccormackcpaInstagram: https://www.instagram.com/chrismccormackcpaJoin our Facebook Group: https://www.facebook.com/groups/6384369318328034→ → → SUBSCRIBE TO BETTER BOOKS' YOUTUBE CHANNEL NOW ← ← ← https://www.youtube.com/@chrismccormackcpaThe Know Your Numbers REI podcast is for general information purposes only and is not intended to provide, and should not be relied on for, tax, legal, or accounting advice. Information on the podcast may not constitute the most up-to-date legal or other information. No reader, user, or listener of this podcast should act or refrain from acting on the basis of information on this podcast without first seeking legal and tax advice from counsel in the relevant jurisdiction. Only your individual attorney and tax advisor can provide assurances that the information contained herein – and your interpretation of it – is applicable or appropriate to your particular situation. Use of, and access to, this podcast or any of the links or resources contained or mentioned within the podcast show and show notes do not create a relationship between the reader, user, or listener and podcast hosts, contributors, or guests.

In this solo episode, Nimesh Radia explores the power of support, vulnerability, and community on the spiritual path. He reflects on why so many of us find it easy to hold space for others yet struggle to allow others to hold space for us. Through personal insight, channeled wisdom, and a guided moment of connection with your guides, Nimesh highlights how healing deepens when it is witnessed, shared, and held within community.He speaks about the emotional courage required to ask for help, the reciprocity of support, and the expanding role of spiritual community as we move through this intense energetic period filled with retrogrades, karmic closures, and collective shifts. This episode is an invitation to let yourself be supported, to open your heart to being seen, and to claim your place within a spiritual community that reflects your soul back to you.Spiritual Journey Membership✨ The Spiritual Journey Membership launches on 12 12 as a sacred community space to support your growth, expansion, and healing as we step into a new energetic cycle.✨ As a member you will receive a monthly live Zoom circle, a dedicated WhatsApp community, bi weekly energy updates, and monthly exclusive meditations created only for this group.✨ This is a co creative container where you can be witnessed, supported, and held by like minded souls who are also navigating deep spiritual shifts.✨ Anyone who joins before 12 12 will be a founding member of the Spiritual Journey Membership and will always carry that founding member status within the community.✨ If you have been craving connection, accountability, shared healing, or a place to belong, this space was created with you in mind.✨ Join the Spiritual Journey Membership here: https://nimesh-radia.com/spiritual-membership/Key Themes✨ Support as a two way exchange✨ The vulnerability of asking for help✨ Why community accelerates healing✨ Shifting from isolation into connection✨ Reciprocal support and accountability✨ Feeling the presence of guides and unseen support✨ Conscious selection of soul family✨ Navigating intense retrograde energy✨ Allowing your space to be heldTakeaways✨ Allowing support is a vital part of the spiritual journey✨ We often love supporting others but struggle to let others support us✨ Asking for help is vulnerable and courageous✨ Safe community strengthens emotional and spiritual well being✨ Connection deepens self awareness and personal growth✨ Community creates accountability and expansion✨ Feeling guided support begins with learning to sense your energy✨ You are not meant to walk this journey aloneSound Bites✨ Do you allow the people to support you✨ We love being there for other people✨ Allow your space to be heldAlso available to watch on YouTube.If this episode resonates, please like, comment, and follow the podcast.Connect with Nimesh

John has lived in this business for a while, 30 years fighting the Wall Street battle! Born and raised in beautiful Michigan with a close family that he loves and cherishes. They spend a great deal of time together travelling and love visiting their family cottage in up north of Michigan. One of his truly favorite spots is mystical Mackinaw Island. Being an avid animal lover and protector, he will soon provide a sanctuary for animals that need love and a safe home. This will be in memory of my “ex-partner” and beloved friend Bambi, whom he rescued and went everywhere with me in my travels. In my business model, John works in many states but primarily the Michigan and Ohio areas fighting for his students and clients from the stock market insanity.“Emotions run the market” and I have learned from all those emotions from all my students through the years!Learn More: https://www.safeestate.net/Influential Entrepreneurs with Mike Saundershttps://businessinnovatorsradio.com/influential-entrepreneurs-with-mike-saunders/Source: https://businessinnovatorsradio.com/interview-with-john-badalamenti-founder-ceo-of-safe-estate-discussing-running-out-of-income-the-domino-effect

In this deeply supportive session, Christine coaches Kelly, who is learning to open her heart to healthy love after leaving a toxic marriage. Kelly recently met someone kind and emotionally available—but her nervous system keeps sending mixed signals, leaving her wondering whether it's intuition or fear. Christine helps her understand how the body stores memories of past trauma, how to distinguish real red flags from old triggers, and how to gently retrain the nervous system to feel safe in love again. Together, they explore what integration looks like after healing work—when awareness turns into embodiment. If you've ever questioned your body's signals, struggled to trust love again, or feared repeating old patterns, this conversation will bring deep clarity and compassion. Consider / Ask Yourself: Do you mistake fear for intuition—or intuition for fear? Have past painful relationships made it hard to feel safe in love? Are you waiting to be "fully healed" before allowing intimacy in? How do you respond when someone truly shows up for you? Key Insights and A-HAs: The nervous system often reacts to memories, not the present moment. Fear can mean danger—or it can mean expansion. Integration is the bridge between awareness and embodiment. Healing doesn't mean fear disappears; it means you relate to it differently. Safe love can still feel unfamiliar—and that's okay. How to Deepen the Work: Journal about how your body reacts when someone is kind, consistent, or loving. Write down red flags from past relationships to clarify what's truly unsafe. Practice "titration": letting love in slowly, without judgment. Notice when your nervous system feels unsettled and speak to it with compassion. Remind yourself: you can feel fear and stay open to love. Sponsor: Cured Nutrition Need more energy and focus without the crash? Christine recommends Flow Gummies by Cured Nutrition—made with Lion's Mane, green coffee extract, and ginkgo for clean, sustained energy. No jitters, no afternoon crash, and no sleepless nights. Get 20% off when you subscribe at curednutrition.com/overit with code OVERIT. Upcoming Program: Christine's new Emerge Program is now open! This 3-month embodiment experience is for anyone who's done the inner work but still feels "stuck." You'll integrate your growth through body-based tools, live coaching, and lifelong access to all materials. Join or catch up anytime at christinehassler.com/emerge2025.   Social Media + Resources: Christine Hassler — Take a Coaching Assessment Christine Hassler Podcasts Including Coaches Corner Christine on Facebook Expectation Hangover by Christine Hassler @ChristineHassler on Twitter @ChristineHassler on Instagram @SacredUnionCouples on Instagram Email: jill@christinehassler.com — For information on any of my services! Get on the waitlist to be coached on the show! Get on the list to be notified about the upcoming certification program for coaches.

Pregnant and already worried about how your baby will sleep? Forget cry-it-out and rigid sleep methods — there's a gentler, biology-based way to support your baby's rest. In this episode, Pediatric Sleep Expert Louise Herbert shares what every pregnant mom needs to know before your little one even arrives.Learn how to set up your baby's environment, support their natural rhythms, and protect your own mental health...yep that matters and we talk about why in this episode!Some Highlights!!1:23 – Louise's inspiration Her personal journey with her daughter and why she's dedicated to helping families sleep peacefully.4:35 – Why common sleep methods fail Cry-it-out, intermittent soothing, chair method… what these approaches miss and why sleep isn't a skill to teach.8:21 – The “sleep puzzle” How to align your baby's biology so every piece — safety, rhythm, hormones, and environment — fits naturally.10:50 – My personal story Lessons learned trying cry-it-out and intermittent soothing with my own kids.13:41 – The environment matters Light, movement, and even the timing of pumped breastmilk influence your baby's rest. Learn how circadian rhythm and sensory nourishment impact sleep.18:46 – Connection over perfection “You are your baby's moon and stars.” Why your presence matters more than “doing it right.”23:28 – The myth of the unicorn sleeper Most babies wake at night — and that's normal. Synchronicity is the key to restful nights.29:39 – Sleep milestones: newborn to 1 year What's normal, what's a red flag, and how to minimize stress during developmental peaks.32:36 – Preparing before birth Safe sleep, room-sharing, and steps you can take now to set your baby up for rest from day one.38:42 – “Your way is a beautiful way” A reminder that you don't have to match anyone else's parenting path — trusting yourself is enough.39:49 – Sleep & maternal mental health Why your baby's well-being is deeply tied to your emotional state, and what really helps reduce your stress...spoiler alert - it's not more sleep

If you want to listen to the full episode (XYBM 143) from this clip, search for the title: "Ep. 143: Why are BLACK MEN so ANGRY? (Part 1) with Odi" — it was released on November 3, 2025.In XYBM 143, I sit down with Professor Odi — a psychotherapist doing incredible work with Black men in our community @blackmansafehaven. For his third appearance — and part one of a two-part series — Odi returns to share new insights on the emotional landscape of Black men, exploring why so many feel unseen, unheard, and misunderstood. We unpack the “deficit model” that defines Black men by what they lack, the male loneliness epidemic, and how patriarchy harms everyone — especially those it claims to empower.            Tune in on all podcast streaming platforms, including YouTube.        Leave a 5-star review ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ if you found value in this episode or a previous episode!HOW TO FIND A DOPE, BLACK THERAPIST:————————————Looking for a Black therapist? Sign up to our webinar where we'll either teach you how to find a therapist or connect you with one from our network, so you can finally heal from the things you find it difficult to talk about: https://www.expressyourselfblackman.com/sign-up-htfadbtWe have had 5K+ people sign up for this webinar in the past. Don't miss out. Slots are limited.BOOK US FOR SPEAKING + BRAND DEALS: ————————————Explore our diverse collaboration opportunities as the leading and fastest-growing Black men's mental health platform on social media. Let's create something dope for your brand/company. Take the first step by filling out the form on our website:https://www.expressyourselfblackman.com/speaking-brand-dealsSAFE HAVEN:————————————Safe Haven is a holistic healing platform built for Black men by Black men. In Safe Haven, you will be connected with a Black mental health professional, so you can finally heal from the things you find it difficult to talk about AND you will receive support from like-minded Black men that are all on their healing journey, so you don't have to heal alone.Join Safe Haven Now: https://www.expressyourselfblackman.com/safe-havenSUPPORT THE PLATFORM:————————————Safe Haven: https://www.expressyourselfblackman.com/safe-havenMonthly Donation: https://buy.stripe.com/eVa5o0fhw1q3guYaEEMerchandise: https://shop.expressyourselfblackman.comFOLLOW US:————————————TikTok: @expressyourselfblackman (https://www.tiktok.com/@expressyourselfblackman) Instagram: Host: @expressyourselfblackman (https://www.instagram.com/expressyourselfblackman)Guest: @professor.odi (https://www.instagram.com/professor.odi/)YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/c/ExpressYourselfBlackManFacebook: https://www.facebook.com/expressyourselfblackman

Join us this for our Foundations Of Recovery & Healing program for individuals and couple's navigating broken trust in their relationship. It starts Thursday, January 15th 6-8pm MDT, once a week for 6 consecutive weeks. ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Register Here⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ This is The Courageous Call-in Show for redemptive healing after betrayal and sex addiction. Learn how to restore broken trust alongside 2 bold and experienced therapists. Brannon Patrick LSCW and Tyler Patrick LMFT have been in the trenches of addiction and betrayal trauma therapy for over 15 years, but before they were therapists, they were die-hard brothers and friends. In this podcast, they have deep discussions to answer the most difficult and uncomfortable questions–head on. This podcast is all about restoring trust in relationships after betrayal and addiction, healing trauma and shame, and experiencing wholeness like never before. ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Join us on the podcast with your question⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ and let's have an honest conversation for a change. Follow Us: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠YouTube⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ | ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Instagram⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ | ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Our Free Community⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠

A new prospective multicenter cohort of 250 patients with shock examines the safety and outcomes of peripheral vasopressor administration. Extravasation events were rare and clustered only after several days of infusion, while norepinephrine use and simple physiologic markers correlated with survival. In this episode, I translate the findings into bedside guardrails—which sites and gauges to use, how to monitor, and when to pivot to a central line.The Vasopressor & Inotrope HandbookAmazon: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://amzn.to/47qJZe1⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ (Affiliate Link)My Store: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://eddyjoemd.myshopify.com/products/the-vasopressor-inotrope-handbook⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ (Use "podcast" to save 10%)Citation:Petros A, Melkie A, Kotiso KS, Kebede D, Oljira CF, Assefa Gemechu F, Yusuf H, Abebe S, Ashagre A, Bekele A, Yohannes A, Etesa EK, Bedru M, Gebremariam TH. Peripheral line for vasopressor administration: Prospective multicenter observational cohort study for survival and safety. PLoS One. 2025 Oct 13;20(10):e0333275. doi: 10.1371/journal.pone.0333275. PMID: 41082535; PMCID: PMC12517475.

Send Kris and Rob a Text Message!*This episode of Hitched to Homicide discusses the subject of suicide, self-harm, and domestic/intimate partner violence. Viewer and listener discretion is advised.In November 2020, 26-year-old Houston influencer Alexis Sharkey was found nude along a roadside. At first, her death stunned social media—no visible injuries, no clear suspect, and a picture-perfect life on Instagram. But behind the filters was a marriage in trouble. In this episode, we break down the full timeline of Alexis's disappearance, the autopsy revealing strangulation, how friends warned she was afraid, and why investigators ultimately named her husband, Thomas “Tom” Sharkey, as the killer.We'll walk through how Houston police built the case, what they learned about alleged domestic violence, why it took months to secure a warrant, and how U.S. Marshals finally closed in—only for Tom to die by suicide before arrest. This is a case about control, image, and the danger of leaving.In this episode:Who was influencer Alexis Leigh SharkeyHer marriage to Thomas Sharkey and reports of abuseThe night she vanished over Thanksgiving weekendDiscovery of her body in Houston's Energy CorridorThe medical examiner's ruling: homicide by strangulationHow detectives ruled out other suspectsThe arrest warrant and the Florida standoffWhy intimate partner homicides often look like thisIf you or someone you love is thinking about suicide, you are not alone, and help is available right now: dial or text 988 on your phone for the Suicide & Crisis Lifeline — or chat online 24/7 at 988lifeline.org. If you are experiencing domestic or dating violence — call the National Domestic Violence Hotline at 1-800-799-SAFE (7233), or text START to 88788. You can also chat online at TheHotline.org. 24/7. Calls to both organizations are free and confidential.sources used for this podcastSupport the showJOIN THE HITCHED 2 HOMICIDE IN-LAWS AND OUTLAWSSTART KRIS CALVERT'S BOOKS TODAY FOR FREEH2H WEBSITEH2H on TWITTERH2H on INSTA

In the second half of How To!'s wide-ranging conversation about home improvement, gender, sexuality, and much more, journalist Sam Sanders and author Mercury Stardust (aka The Trans Handy Ma'am) talk with co-host Carvell Wallace about a truly daunting idea: skipping the contractors—and doing the work yourself. This episode is available to Slate Plus members now. Non-members will be able to listen on Nov. 11, 2025. If you missed the first half of this conversation, check out How To Talk to Contractors (With Sam Sanders and Mercury Stardust). Mercury's latest book is Safe and Sound: A Renter-Friendly Guide to Home Repair. And, check out the latest episodes of The Sam Sanders Show. Do you have a problem that needs solving? Send us a note at howto@slate.com or leave us a voicemail at 646-495-4001 and we might have you on the show. Subscribe for free on Apple, Spotify or wherever you listen. The show is produced by Rosemary Belson and Sophie Summergrad. Our technical director is Merritt Jacob and our supervising producer is Joel Meyer. Get more of How To! with Slate Plus! Join for exclusive bonus episodes of How To! and ad-free listening on all your favorite Slate podcasts. Subscribe from the How To! show page on Apple Podcasts or Spotify. Or, visit slate.com/howtoplus for access wherever you listen. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices