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Christian College Sex Comedy: Part 27 Appreciation? In 30 parts, By FinalStand. Listen to the podcast at Explicit Novels.             Children must face the scrutiny of their parents     The Dining Hall was almost a relief. That relief died the moment I saw the banner over the front of the serving area in the Hall. 'Zane Appreciation Day'. Since every word was spelled correctly, it wasn't some stunt of Rio's, but beyond that, the list of suspects was too large to consider. This could be a genuine outpouring of acceptance and sympathy for what I had endured here. If you believe that, I have to ask you: 'Do you want your leprechaun pissing Guinness or Irish Malt?'   Most likely, this was going to be some sort of humiliation, and I think I knew the flavor, and I definitely knew how to find out. See, in every seat of the Dining Hall was a big, bowling ball sized white box with a name and secured with a gold and green ribbon, so no cheating; no peeking. That last bit didn't deter me, though. I snuck up on the box marked for Holiday Carpenter.   "Zane, does that have your name on it?" Virginia Goodswell asked me, my English teacher and Spiritual Advisor. Hell, if it had been Mrs. Marlowe, I would have opened it anyway, but Virginia was my buddy so her next question didn't mean to stab a stake of regret through my heart. "Where is Vivian?"   "I left my room before she was done." I looked to the ground while I kicked some imaginary dust off the slate floor.   "Why don't you see if she's been calling you?" she suggested. "She's probably worried." Worried, or homicidal because, ya know, I had sort of run off without my phone, wallet, watch, book bag, or anything else a 21st century student might need.   "I ran away like a big, fat chicken," I confessed. "Anything not glued to my body I left behind."   "I'll give her a call." She pulled out her phone and hit speed dial #2. I crap since her sick mother is probably #1. I am such a big problem for her, she has my guardian on speed dial! "That is Holiday Carpenter's box, Zane, not yours. Besides, there are strict instructions to not open the boxes until instructed."   The panicky response I overheard from Virginia's conversation with Vivian hardly helped my mood. She wanted to know if Virginia knew where I was, she did; that I was okay, I was; and finally, what upset me, because the other girls weren't talking but apparently Mercy had started slapping Barbie Lynn around until Rio and Val pulled her off. Now, that made less than no sense. Wasn't that supposed to work the other way around?   Virginia did a double check and sure enough, Mercy had slammed Barbie Lynn into an open wardrobe on my behalf, and Rio and Val had pulled her back. WTF! I am sure that Rio was right beside me on that one. Vivian triple checked that I was physically and mentally okay and she sounded so disappointed, in herself, as she did so. She was bringing my stuff; yes, I am an earthworm. Virginia promised for me that I would remain here until she arrived.   Some stupid gesture like a loud public apology, done on bended knee, was blatantly unfair to Vivian, who only meant the best for me. I made a quick apology, not trying to meet her eyes as I said the words and took my stuff. All of 'my' girls seemed equally subdued. A minute after we had garnered our victuals, Vivian put a hand on my elbow.   "Don't be so hard on yourself, Zane," Vivian smiled warmly at me. "You take a lot of stress and pressure on yourself. I understand that from time to time you need to take in a tiny bit of private space for yourself. Clearly, you can't schedule any such time because nothing around you stays a secret for very long and no one respects your privacy or even asks what you need."   "Vivian," I was puzzled, "you deserve to be righteously pissed with me. You are my Guardian and I promised to stay by you or at least tell you where I was."   "Zane, we let you down," Vivian assured me. "It is your dorm room and we are your guests, and we have been rather poor guests at that."   "How about we call a truce?" I offer.   "I can live with that," Vivian smiled.   "Cut the Kumbaya-time, kids," Rio snorted derisively. "Zane, what the fuck happened with Mercy?" Rio playfully punched Mercy's arm to emphasize her uncertainty.   "Rio, Bro, drop it," I asked sincerely. "Act like it didn't happen." Rio studied me a second, then got this wickedly evil grin.   "What the hell are you talking about, Glenda?" she hefted the box up then shook it. "It seems my damn box is glued shut. Are we celebrating one thousand cunts licked by you, or what?"   Because Rio rarely expounded at a level below full volume, next thing we hear is Mrs. Marlow snapping, "Ms. Talon, watch your language; there are good Christian women being forced to sit within the sound of your voice!"   "Gotcha, Ms. Mouthful," Rio snapped off with a snap and a finger raised up like a pistol in the air.   "What did you say?" Marlowe closed the distance.   "She was repeating what I pointed out," I turned and smiled. "I said that you really had it going together this morning; that you were more than a mouthful. That's a hip/trending term to describe someone who is expressing themselves through clothing and make-up."   "You are lying, Mr. Braxton," she snarled.   "You are probably right, as I do so to you on general principle, but good luck proving it in student court," I grinned right back. We locked wills and she blinked first.   "Ms. Phillips," Marlowe turned on Vivian, "what are you going to do about this?"   "Zane and Rio, would you please apologize for being rude and insensitive to an educator who only wishes the best for the student body?" Vivian requested.   "I so apologize," I bowed my head.   "I so apologize as well," Rio tacked on. Only after Marlowe had gone to spread love and sunshine somewhere else did Rio lean across me and whisper to Vivian.   "You rock!" Rio giggled gleefully. After all, Rio and I had not apologized to Mrs. Marlowe because neither one of us believed for a minute that she was 'an educator who only wishes the best for the student body'. To that nameless entity, we owed a debt, and to Mrs. Marlow we owed a generous 'fuck you,' and Vivian had made it all possible.   "Why, thank you, Rio," Vivian nodded her acceptance of Rio's praise. "Jesus is the Peacemaker and we all should attempt to emulate his teachings."   "So, I still don't get to lick you senseless?" Rio snickered.   "No, no, you don't," Vivian smiled, even though she didn't look at either of us. Vivian's going to rock as a mom.   The next half hour passed quietly. Everyone was curious about the boxes but no one was too worried until a rumor suddenly appeared. When it was suggested that they might have to put on bikinis, the fear set in. I blamed, I don't know but I wish I had thought of it. I was still kicking myself for the missed opportunity when my alien with the right face black and left face white shows up with the right face white and left face black, Mhain and Millicent.   "Death Match and you get to referee," Rio teased me. "I'm so jealous; 500 bucks on the one with the soul." Mhain glared hate at us while Millicent looked more than amused.   "Zane, come with us," Mhain gloated. I figured that somehow my ordeal was coming to an end so I'd play along. I rose and they steered me to the largest exit, flanking me.   Christina and Company grabbed their boxes and jumped up quickly to follow me, though they looked as confused as I was, confirming none of them were the architect of my discomfort. No sooner had we stepped into the cool, sunlit lawn than everyone's phone rang, except mine. I was loving this, right up there with having sandpaper buffing my sunburned abs.   "Open the box and follow the instructions," Christina informed me. "Is anyone going to do this?" My phone vibrated once, then my whole body tingled before I could respond to the call.   "I am," Mhain gloated. "I was promised something." She knelt and opened her box with enthusiasm; the others did likewise but at a more sedate pace.   What came out of each box was almost identical, different only in the anatomical part of the body indicated by the instructions. The objects were all grapefruit-sized fur-balls that made darling little squeaks, squeals and murmurs, amongst other sympathetic noises, all in tiny little voices. They were to be placed on my body, but I didn't know how that would work.   "Are we going to do this?" Chastity began to say.   "It isn't sticky," Hope was also saying when Mhain's flew out of her hand and hit the side of my left knee. She reached out carefully to retrieve hers while the other girls circled in. The little darlings were proving to be resilient little bastards. Several more leapt at me from the hands of their owners.   All this time the furry grapefruit were giving little 'wee!' noises when they shot at me and screeched like demons when they were removed, which was painful when they were on my flesh. I knew who was responsible and she was going to pay, but not right now. I saw my closest allies pulling back.   "TLM, Christina," I sighed in resignation. "Let's get this over with." I was being totally self-sacrificial; girls were starting to pile-up on us coming out of the Dining Hall. I didn't want a riot. Mhain had technically tagged me first but not in the designated spot, so I had Christina go first, she put one over my heart, not that I thought Cordelia was stupid, but now she was just piling it on.   Mhain went next and she was sizzling and excited, she put it on my lips, shutting me up. At least the girls were polite and organized enough to come at me patiently. A few didn't get the 'memo' and their little rug rats slipped out of their owner's grasp and got to play gleeful kamikaze as they plowed into me.   It didn't hurt but I had this secret fear that the tiny terrors would sprout fangs and tear into me. These little guys were murmuring and mumbling and it wasn't until I was truly buried that a horrific realization was made, the more that were on me, the greater their clinging power. In retrospect, this would have been more useful if we hadn't passed the 700 mark.   I looked like a puffy, overweight, Sasquatch baby. I could move but sitting down was a dream, as was running or going to the bathroom. The damn things wouldn't shut up either. It fell to Hope and Iona to hurry me (as much as possible) to Assembly; you know that place where I 'sit' in front. At least no one could ask me anything with the expectation of receiving an answer.   I no longer wondered how bad it could get; I knew it would get worse, and while I didn't know how, I knew it would be soon. At the start of Assembly my little friends joined in the singing, not using words but in the tinny little noises they made, though admittedly they were enthusiastic and determined. But it gets worse.   There was a discussion on stage after that fiasco about removing me. Chancellor Bazz wanted me gone; Vice Chancellor Scarlett was not in attendance but Virginia took up my cause. After all, it wasn't my fault, she claimed.   "Well, Black, do something," the first three rows heard Bazz demand of our Head of Security.   "I am not an engineer or a chemist," Black replied. "Do you want me to shoot them off him?"   Oh, yeah, my girl Bazz wanted that, so bad. Of course, what she really wanted was for Black to miss, but that wasn't going to happen. Finally, the teachers decided to soldier on. When Chancellor Bazz stepped up to begin services, the frightening fur-balls belted out 'Hail to the Chief.'   No one said a word, not a murmur. Chancellor Bazz stopped and the munchkin chorus stopped too. Two more starts later and she gave up and grudgingly took the 'praise' from my infestation. They were good throughout the message and sermon but took up 'Hail to the Chief' when she tried to leave the podium.   "Do something!" she screamed at Black. This time, Gabrielle sedately headed my way. I didn't want to think of the pain coming my way. My little buddies had my back. When she got within five feet the all screamed, and I mean SCREAMED, in the loudest cacophony most of us present had ever heard. I saw something I thought I would never see; Gabrielle flinched.   Not so oddly, I was fine, hearing almost nothing. The little guys on my ears soaked up the sound so I received a very watered-down version of what they were doing. Gabrielle fell back and at the five foot mark, the little guys shut up, mostly. They seemed to be making comforting noises to one another, like one Zane-sized colony of brown mold.   "Get away from him; just get away from him," good old Doctor Melrose Bazz pleaded as she moved her hands away from her ears. "Braxton, you stop this right now." I had a wee beastie on my mouth and Bazz was not on the small list of people I would devour this thing for. If she's looking for a conversation today, she's out of luck. She throws her hands up in desperation and starts to storm off. My little cock-sucking furry gonads (yes, I was getting angry) fired up 'Hail to the Chief' yet again, and kept at it until she sat down. Virginia got to thinking it's appropriate to call for the end of this travesty but she's dealing with Cordelia Dresden, Top Gun of the Time Lord Mafia. The weapon of choice; 'She's a Lady' by some guy named Tom Jones, the ladies in my life will inform me about this later.   For a half a second she tries to fight her smile but she surrenders, even letting the little guys go through the entire score before talking. The little tinny voices were humming a song I didn't know but damn it, it made me want to take Virginia out to a smoky Jazz club and dance until the sun came up. Virginia actually started tapping her foot to rhythm and I began thinking I might not be able to beat Cordelia. I'm not used to that sensation.   "Okay, now, whoever is doing this has put Zane through enough and should remember that we should, as Christians, make students feel safe and not make them subjects of humiliation," Virginia addressed the student body. "I think we can end Assembly fifteen minutes early today for a little bit of Christian charity. We can do it at Zane's first class, 204 Denning Hall."   By the way, I apparently have a play list. As Virginia headed back, the fella's changed it up with 'Baby Got Back'. I wanted to die. Virginia Goodswell has a truly fine ass, of this there is no doubt, I often compare it to Barbie Lynn's, but please. Virginia stopped, turned toward me with a dazzling smile and waggled her finger at me, then resumed her way to her seat.   How is any of this my fault? I imagine I was lucky it wasn't the Thong Song. I would have died, then come back as the undead to take Cordelia to hell with me. It was with some relief that Vivian and Hope rallied to my side. They had to both keep other students away, the other girls loved poking me in different critters to make them call out in different pitches and tenors, which was pleasant to hear if you liked overdosing on helium.   Surprise, surprise; no one came to my succor before English class. I couldn't sit down. Okay, I tried, but any part of my body that bent or that I sat on screamed bloody murder until I got off of it or stopped putting on the press. I've heard about girlfriends like this but I've always assumed I would have the courage to jump out of a 50 story building to escape.   What do you do if they come with you when you jump besides basking in the vicarious thrill that comes from crushing half of them beneath you before you go? I managed to do okay standing in the rear of the class, only once giving in to the crushing fatigue of holding my arms somewhat elevated for two hours. The two under my arms were especially cooperative and didn't get too vocal when my arms did slip to my sides.   I couldn't do a thing about the occasional girl twisting in her seat but either Raven's glare or Goodswell's cough brought their eyes forward once more. At the end of class, Virginia decided to call Ms. Black and have her take me to the Vice Chancellor's office to end this matter. Vivian and Mercy provided support while Gabrielle kept her distance and cleared a path.   Rio helped out by playing my musical miscreants as if they were a drum set while some part of the 700 members of my new posse and I yelled at her to leave us alone. She really is my best friend. My tragically slow pace was not my friend and everyone had to depart for their classes before I finished the arduous travel to the Administration Building. Gabrielle's eyes measuring you for a casket is a remarkable motivator but didn't stop Rio from blowing a kiss to her "Mi Negro Naughtiness". I know, I know; one day, Rio is just going to vanish without a trace.   "Ms. Reveal, I need an emergency meeting with the Vice Chancellor," Ms. Black requested of Doctor Scarlett's personal assistant. Ms. Reveal didn't miss Gabrielle keeping her distance from me. She did make the call and I noticed the pictures of Ms. Mittens were still in evidence.   "Who are you inside that suit?" Ms. Reveal asked me.   I guess she assumed I wasn't a real baby Sasquatch; I was really a baby Sasquatch disguised as a half-baked marshmallow. If three geeks and a man working beneath his means jump out at me with proton-packs, I am running for my life, which is to say 'I'm going to die.'   "This is Zane. He is not being rude, he can't speak," Ms. Black was kind enough to cover for me.   "Oh, I understand," Ms. Reveal nodded, but in such a way that expressed she didn't understand anything. "You two can go in now," she said several awkward seconds later.   "Zane, you move as close to Ms. Reveal's desk as you can while I get the door for you," Gabrielle instructed me. "Come in when I call for you."   I'm sure Marisol Reveal was curious as to why Gabrielle was dancing around me, trying to keep her distance. We almost made it; right as she made it to the doorway, Doctor Scarlett opened the door and attempted to see what the delay was. She was actually putting an award on a shelf she had just received, the reason she missed Assembly, if you find that suspicious, and was placing it on a shelf near the door.   Gabrielle responded as any slightly unbalanced killer would do; she spun around, pulled out her gun from the unseen Realm of the Gods of War, and pointed it at the stunned Victoria. That took her one half-step too close to me and my little fellas let the world know it. I will give them this much; they were still defending my eardrums.   By the way Marisol was holding her ears as her tears flowed down her face it must have been pure agony for her since I was right next to her. Gabrielle scoped up Victoria and sprinted into her office and they obediently shut up.   "Za-, Zane, what was that?" Marisol blathered. Since the furry meatball gone bad was still on my lips and I hadn't become that hungry, I kept my silence.   "Zane!" Gabrielle called for me. I did my best to shrug but it wasn't like I had a neck anymore so I don't know what she made of my movement. I shuffled to the door and got a few good squeaks as I moved inside. I was more than a little disturbed by the reaction I received from Doctor Scarlett when she saw me from her seat behind her desk. She looked at me and I swear, hand to my heart, she had an orgasm.   "You are covered in Tribbles," she gasped. I had no fucking clue what a Tribble is but apparently, I was in the vast minority. I staggered forward and since Gabrielle was on the right side of the room, I angled to the left. I move halfway around Doctor Scarlett's desk so that Gabrielle could go close the door, where she took up post and, from what happened next engaged a Romulan Cloaking Device, whatever the Muggle-tech that is.   Victoria was in some sort of dream-like trance. When she started stumbling around the desk toward me, I waited for the musical assault that never came. To my credit, I caught on in a second. If these creatures existed, singing wasn't their normal activity, and Cordelia wanted these little 'Squeaky Meals' to be as real as possible, for Victoria. I was nothing but bait.   Victoria reached out to caress the same one Christina had placed over my heart. The little bugger cooed and Victoria clamped her thighs together to contain another orgasm that coursed through her loins. Cool, all I have to do to feel the wonders of Victoria Scarlett is dress myself in furry grapefruit. I'm kicking myself for not seeing this obvious ploy.   She touches more and each makes a subtly different purr of pleasure. This goes on and on until she's cuddled up against me, her arms stroking over my back and rubbing her left leg up and down mine.   "Vice Chancellor, you do realize Zane Braxton is TRAPPED inside those, contraptions," Gabrielle sounds the slightest bit peeved.   The troops all make those little high-pitched notes of longing as Victoria retreats a few steps, bringing Victoria almost to the point where she launches herself back into me to comfort her little friends. I am second fiddle to a discombobulated guinea pig; sometimes a man can feel pretty small.   "Okay. How did this happen to you, Zane?" Victoria asked.   "He cannot talk; one of those Tribbles is attached to his lips," Black stated, "by an unknown force. Before you ask; I am not an engineer or chemist." Victoria made this adorable little 'o' expression, then reached for an offending Tribble.   "It hurts him to remove them," Gabrielle got out just in time.   "Does it hurt the Tribble?" Victoria inquired. Gee, thanks, Vic.   "Hold your ears," Gabrielle commanded. Well, I couldn't comply, and Victoria had only started to scream 'stop' when Gabrielle materialized a knife and speared 'Diddley-boo' off my shoulder.   I heard the little guy's death wail, then his death rattle, as Gabrielle pulled him/her away until she was out of screaming range. Diddley-boo? No, I have no idea what his/her name really was but I'm going to have ICE check his immigration status when all of this is over, wait, I can't do that; Gabrielle wacked the little snot and giving her up to the Feds is a great way to create many widows and orphans. Diddley-boo was still twitching erratically while Victoria was stuck between ecstasy and horror.   "You are a Klingon agent!" Victoria gasped as she pointed an accusatory finger at Gabrielle. I am vaguely aware that they are the stock-villains of Star Trek Universe and this odd snapshot of rightly tight, athletic buns in tighter pants, but the reference memory for the scene escapes me. By the facial reaction Gabrielle gives, Victoria just called candy sweet, or jalapenos hot; she appreciates the comparison.   All the surviving members of the Tribble tribe wept a cacophony of pain and loss. I would have had more sympathy if their moans had not been vibrating my body like a jello mold.   "Romulan," Gabrielle countered; the other stock Trekkie villains, but they have better teeth. First amongst our Honored Dead, DB hardly quivers as Ms. Black dissects it.   It bleeds/oozes and appears to be a living organism of some kind, but Gabrielle points to several electronic devices, a CPU, and wires connecting all kinds of things inside the organic body.   "It is an organic husk over a sensory/auditory device," Gabrielle tried to explain.   "Oh, my God," Victoria's mind worked feverish to defy reality, "they've been turned into Borgs."   She tore the one attached to my lips off. I didn't cry like a televangelist publicly begging God for forgiveness for a moment, or 147 moments, of weakness with a rather sad-looking prostitute, but that was coming.   You see, Victoria gripped her weeping diminutive fuzzy engine of humiliation tightly when she yanked it off, so she let go of it because the little blighter sounded hurt.   It gave off a more muted and mournful 'wee' as it smacked into the corner of my mouth. I was able to dodge a direct hit.   "Scarlett," Gabrielle seethed, "if, you, would, listen, for, a, moment; they are painful to be removed from his flesh and they will attempt to reattach themselves to him if they are brought within one foot. I have no idea why."   "Zane, are you in much pain?" Doctor Scarlett inquired while scanning my body fungi.   "Yes, but I'm sure if you kick me in the nuts, I'll feel better," I mumbled through a joke.   "I can't do that," Victoria gasped. "You have Tribbles down there." Yes, I feel special.   "That's it," Gabrielle snapped. "I'm going to get help." She spun around and breezed out the door, slamming it in her wake.   "Thanks for abandoning me, Gabby," I shouted as loud as I was able. "It's not like Vic's totally lost her mind or anything like that."   "I have not lost my mind," Victoria responded with a deceptively calm, soothing tone. She reinforced my calm by locking the door, then locking in the deadbolt, yes, I felt much safer.   My merry band of orphan coconuts helped things along the cliffs of sanity by cooing and 'talking' to Victoria as she walked around the office, and she gaily responded to them.   "Ms. Reveal, this is going to be a difficult intervention. Inform me when lunch time gets here," Victoria communicated to her assistant, then added, "I need a box of outdoor trash bags; leave them at the door."   Having a hot lady like Victoria Scarlett lock the door and asking for almost 3 hours of 'alone' time with me is a mature pipe dream of mine, and that dream really meets a bloody end when she asks for roughly 30 bags with a fifty-gallon capacity each. If she pulls out a hacksaw or a 'cow-stunner,' I'm racing for the window behind the Doc's desk. I'll be gone in 90 seconds, sort of like an inexpensive microwave dinner.   Doctor Scarlett returned to her desk, turned her spy-cam around, and started making calls. I honestly maintained a miniscule hope that she might still help me. She was talking curtly to another doctor whose name I didn't recognize. What came out of her mouth next sounded like a combination of eating raw meat all your life and gargling with sand regularly; add to that an inflection of someone wanting to kick elementary kids into the paths of oncoming busses and you had the language she was using.   Victoria's stance even changed. She thrust out her chest, put her hands on her hips, and a predatory sneer took up permanent residency on her lips. She even beat on her desk hard during this little exchange before laughing in a way that made kittens piss on themselves before you hung them.   "Vice Chancellor, Doctor Victoria Scarlett, umm, what's going on?" I said careful.   I'm not so much terrified of Victoria at this point, as I am suspicious of my ability to fight at the moment.   "Everything is fine, Zane," Victoria assured me. "In essence, I am bringing in some experts in the field. You can trust me on this; we've been expecting contact like this for years." Huh?   "So, ah, that was an Albanian Biologist?" I hoped.   "No, that was Vor' Dura, Flight Leader of the Blood Quasar Fleet of the Klingon Empire," Victoria explained sedately, in the same way any SANE individual described a Navy Commander. She turned her computer screen so I could see the person's profile pic.   "How does she breathe in that thing?" I wondered. "That's one hell of a corset."   "That isn't a corset, Zane, its body armor. My suit was created by the same armorer," she stated.   "You have something like that?" I boggled.   "Yes, the precise same suit. Vor' Dura is not as blessed by her bloodlines, she's shorter, but otherwise, we are identical; our alliance ended recently and soon she must face me in ritual combat; yield or die." 'Yield or die' isn't what is centermost in my mind.   "Don't your boobs ever pop out of that thing?" Because if you have been paying any attention; I am an idiot where sex is even a remote possibility. Victoria can't meet my gaze but turns as red as her namesake.   "On a few occasions," she confessed. I'm thinking 'a few'. "Now I have a few more calls to make."   Yes, she's lost her ever-loving mind, and I have no reasonable expectation of exit or rescue. I won't be able to get up enough speed to bust out of the window so being on the first floor is meaningless. She has the deadbolt key and when I stack up my Tribbles against her Science Fiction fanaticism, I lose. She turns the monitor around and makes her next call. This one starts with the victory salute, but the one done with two fingers to each side.   "Excellent news," Vicky declares. "We have confirmation of the temporal events from Deep Space Nine. I have compelling data that I have encountered genetic derivatives of the dominant herbivorous life forms of Iota Geminorum IV." And everything went to turkey-based insanity after that. Again, they spoke rapidly in a language I knew nothing about. They acted like giddy little schoolgirls, just schoolgirls with their emotions surgically removed.   The final call went much same way except that this time, the tone of the language was like the second but with the taint of a sleazy pimp or grifter thinking she was a mob boss. These were the kinds of girls you never let babysit your kids if you ever wanted to see them again. The way Vic looked at me and the fellas made me worry about how long I could last in her brothel and inspired an unexpected sympathy for these pests.   "Zane, do you promise to stay here while I, umm, get some, umm outfits?" Victoria requests respectfully. She realizes she's asking me a bizarre favor. Balthazar's Balls, I've been tied to a cross; how much worse can this be? She scoots up to me, kisses me chastely on the lips and waits.   "It is a given that my morning class schedule is toast, and I'm no stranger to the entertainment industry so knock yourself out," I allow, but I will have to pee at some time."   "Check; I'll stop by the infirmary and get a catheter," she nods, then she kisses me lightly on the lips once more. "Thank you for this, Zane."   She's off like a shot but is careful enough to get the deadbolt on the way out. Since I doubt Ms. Reveal can get a fire-axe through the door if the building catches fire, my buddies and I really are going to experience total protonic reversal on a life-ending scale. Only now does it occur to me that these fuzzy navels might have toxic side effects.   I'm waiting around for God-knows how long when I hear some muffled noises, more muffled than having a Tribble in my ear.   Scratch, scratch, "Girl, you get away from that door," Ms. Reveal shouted (I guess).   "Quick, Mercy, hold her back," Rio shouted in response. "This deadbolt is a bitch."   A scuffle ensued and I tried to shout loud enough to call Rio off when I heard two rapid-fire thumps.   "Thank you, Ms. Black," Marisol Reveal huffed. Mercy had put up quite a fight, I guessed. "I will formally press charges when the Vice Chancellor returns."   "You will go and sit your ass behind your desk, you incompetent buffoon," Black snapped. "I will deal with this and if you bother me again today, or mention this incident to Scarlett, I swear you will never see your cat again; and if you don't hop-to in the next six seconds, I'll make an audio recording of me strangling that shit-dumper and play it by your bedroom window every night until you go mad. Do I make myself clear?"   "Ugh," is all I make out, but I hear Marisol's chair squeak soon after. The sound of a body, or bodies, being drug off faded away as Black left the office and headed down the hall. Hell, I warned Marisol. I can't do anything for Rio right now and I don't have too long to ruminate.   "Marisol, are you okay?" I hear Victoria ask her assistant. It is a testament to their bond that even the hysterical Doctor doesn't miss her friend's distress.   "Sorry, Victoria, I'm a bit, umm, heart-sick is all," Marisol murmurs. "Don't you worry about it."   "Well, when you want to talk about it, let me know," Victoria stated. Marisol must have nodded because no words were spoken and Victoria came in with two carry-on bags and three dress bags while kicking the trash bag box ahead of her. Happy fun time was about to begin.   "Sorry for the wait, Zane," Victoria told me.   "Doctor," I made a desperate Hail Mary plea for reason, "you are a highly respected educator. We really need to take a step back and re-examine what's going on here."   "Zane, this is my first teaching job ever," she related as she checked on the progress of her 'Trekkie' Posse.   "My doctorate is in Philosophy; my Master's Degrees are in Comparative Religions and Women's Studies," she informed me. "All my graduate work was done as a researcher. I've never had a student." I blink dumbly at her; and here I thought my opinion of the Board of Directors couldn't get worse.   Victoria goes over the language dance with her friends, switching fluidly from tongue to tongue in a manner that impresses and even fascinates me; and I've been to Bangkok where if you are trying to buy and/or sell anything and don't speak at least ten different languages or dialects, you might as well hand them your wallet or purse and go home. "Who do we need?" Vic said in English (just making sure everyone knows that the Tribbles aren't suddenly translating for me).   "Kar'Thon," Vor' Dura states eagerly; "This matter is a racial imperative."   "Are you sure the young man is old enough?" The second woman inquired. "Jarrod went all obsessive last time a boy crossed our path. We almost sent the kid to college."   "That's what you get for marrying a Ferengi," Dura snidely remarked, and the rest laughed along with it; meanwhile, I'm going 'a what?'   Some infighting goes on until Victoria and 'I married a Ferengi' call for peace, then babble a little more. Then the name 'Zane Braxton' comes up and I'm not sure I'm happy or sad that only one of them replies in what was clearly elation and surprise, the sleazy one knows of me.   "Zane, I need to surgically remove some of the alien organisms," Victoria tells me.   "It is going to sting like hell," I mutter, to which Vor' Dura says something and sleazy girl laughs. I do not like where this is going at all. On the bright side, Victoria doesn't rip one off of me right away; she goes over to one of the dress bags and opens it up.   She's pulling out bondage gear, oops, my bad; she's getting ready to put on Klingon body armor. I have lost all preconceptions of what I was dealing with once Scarlett began stripping in front of me. She even gave me an appreciative smile and I was the one who was doing the appreciating! The little fuckers started going off. Remember, they don't like being moved and I was moving some around at the moment.   No, my legs and arms were perfectly still but my crotch was striking up a chorus, its Handel's Messiah. There was this 'still' moment where Victoria stopped opening her blouse and the three strangers regarding me through the webcam became mute; then the laughter began. Victoria resumed her stripping but she couldn't stop smiling and snickering slightly.   The three, the Klingon uber-cook or whatever she was and her two unknown accomplices, were laughing so hard they could barely communicate. It got better; when I was fully aroused and stopped moving around my pants, they didn't shut up and I was suddenly, desperately searching my mind to know how long that song was.   This was because Vic got down to her, Oh, fuck, this white thong, and calling it white is generous as it looks like someone stole an under-achieving spider's web and gently placed it over her crotch, and I know my hard-on was not going anywhere but into something before it went away.   Victoria was working her make-up on when two of the voices got themselves together enough to ask something. Vic looked up at the web-cam, over to me, then said a few sentences.   "So, which one of you likes your ankles placed behind your ears?" I politely asked in Thai.   "What was that, Brax' Zane?" Victoria asked.   "I'm curious if I can take your virginity with my tongue?" I continued in Thai.   "I cannot understand you," Victoria said again. "What are, ah, "   "I think we should engage the Federation citizen in the Galactic Basic," the second voice requested of the room. The third voice, the sleaze, said one more then in her native tongue, then the second voice, and Victoria jumped on her.   "I said, 'I think the native is getting restless'," sleazy girl grudgingly repeated. "Now, I think we should see if our plan 1.0 can be implemented."   "Before the scourges make themselves hoarse shrilling out the hellish noise or I lose patience, transport over there, and kill them myself," Dura growled playfully. I'm glad someone else was having fun. Victoria walked up and took a deep breath, which caused her well-disciplined, thirty-ish breasts to bounce tantalizingly close. Her look was desperately fearful yet almost childlike too.   "Kar'Thon, I desperately require your assistance before these creatures drive me mad," I tried to sound masculine yet pleading. On the computer screen, Dura quickly slammed her right fist to her right shoulder; I was later to learn that was a salute.   "This is no way for a Starfleet cadet to die," Victoria beamed at me, "even if I know I must someday slaughter you in battle." Whoa, I've never considered NASA as a career choice.   Maybe Klingon bondage gear/standard uniform could change my mind. The first person to tell me university life is boring I will punt to the Moon.   "I am T'Luminareth of the Vulcan Science Academy and Reserve member of the Starfleet Exploration Corps here," the second voice spoke up. I caught sight of a picture of her with this, troll? Or maybe a dwarf with the worst case of cauliflower ear ever. "I would like to assure you that every logical effort is being put forth on your behalf."   "Is that right, Tight Luminescence? Is it going to kill you to show a fellow sentient an ounce of compassion when you know he is about to suffer a fatal toxic shock from prolonged exposure to these vermin?" the third girl snarkily interjected into the conversation. "I'm Hical Cretak, Romulan freebooter and purveyor of ancient, exotic, and misunderstood goods."   "You are a thief, and since you aren't in some asteroid prison, you must be an above average one," I said to the Romulan. "I confess that I am a bit happier to see a member of the Vulcan Science Academy since, well, I'm suffering a splintered memory. Some things make perfect sense but large details are simply missing." I figured I could provide Victoria some good game.   She began rubbing my crotch and there was an effect alright, two in fact. The simple and expectant one was my trouser titan trying to unchain itself so it could get revenge on all of Victoria's orifices for taunting him so. My torturous tiny titmice began belting 'Let's get it on' by Marvin Gaye. I think as an infant, I had a mobile playing this song in my crib.   I started to really admire T'Luminareth's acting ability because she alone kept it together. Victoria made larger and larger circles over my crotch up to my beltline while Dura and Hical lost it hysterically.   "Pssst," I murmured to Victoria. She looked at me and I darted my eyes toward her makeup kit and clothes. I am getting more clothes on her, why?   Besides, I'd gotten a better look at her suit and it didn't have a butt-zipper that said 'Come Get Some,' but those pants rolled down like a candy wrapper and that 'body armor' has a back flap. I'd have to get Rio a set and I doubted Victoria would deny me her armorer's number. I was definitely looking into getting Mercy a matching Orion Slave Girl outfit, and here people don't think I make constructive use of my time.   I was sure Victoria/Kar'Thon was breaking speed records to get herself ready while the other ladies began talking to me about a whole universe that was brand new to me. Getting three different and very conflicting versions of the rise of the Human-dominated Federation of Planets was amusing.   Out of the blue, T'Luminareth decided she was going to create a team to rapidly move to my planet and take me back for further study. Vor' Dora countered that and Hical gleefully sought out salvage rights for the wreckage of the two expeditions.   "That might not be possible," I intervened. "Some of what you've told me has fused some memories together." They all fell silent.   "At Starfleet Academy, an Engineering Team and a select group of cadets," I continued to fantasize, "were directed to work on a, phased ionic drive." Ion drive was 'old' tech, or so Hical had let slip. "The drive failed catastrophically and we couldn't save the impulse drive, power was failing, we couldn't transport. The phased ionic drive detonated in the planet's atmosphere, creating a trans-harmonic disruption. I don't know if there were other survivors of our vessel. I saw another vessel either investigating our explosion or attempting a rescue but they burned up on their approach," I looked pained. "I don't think I could communicate with them and the only survivor I could locate was Kar'Thon."   "Only a combination of our two vessels' technology has been able to punch a hole through the disruption and I'm not sure how long this effect will last." I now sounded grim but determined. "We probably need three things: We need to know if there were any special modifications to the Klingon Scout vessel because I don't think it was a standard model to get so close to an experimental Federation vessel."   "Secondly, someone needs to pry out of Starfleet the precise specifications of that vessel, and that's definitely not me," I confessed. "Finally, we need to find a way to fuse those two designs together because if Tribbles are already being affected by an increased magnetic field, how much longer do we have before even the planet's magnetic field collapses totally and we fry (a SciFi movie plot, thank you)."   Once more, there was silence and I was afraid I'd stepped way beyond my bounds. Only when I took in the masked facial expressions of Kar'Thon did I realize I'd done well. I was hit with the realization I was a word and a whisper away from having sex with her, she was so pleased with me.   "I have friends at Starfleet Academy and they might be able to shed a light on what their cadets were up to," T'Luminareth stated serenely, but I could see a fire in her eyes. "I will research into every work published on Phased Ionic Drives, and we may be forced to work on a theory of what went wrong in case Starfleet is not forthcoming."   "Not that I admit that the Klingon Empire ever had any such vessel operating in the area, Vor' Dura got out before Hical Cretak interrupted.   "You have an officer on the damn planet, you cowardly idiot," mocked Hical.   "I am a deserter," Kar'Thon declared. "I would say I was a 'scum of the Orion Colonies' but I found that you already claimed that title," she aimed at Hical.   "You must die, you traitorous dog," Dura jumped on the offered plum. Thon/Victoria wasn't a deserter but she was ready to take one for the team, so to speak. "The Klingon Empire cannot allow your stain on our honor to exist. Now that we finally have you pinned down, we are coming to end you once and for all, and if the Federation insists on harboring a traitor (we were theoretically in Federation space) then,   "I owe you a death, Vor' Dura," Thon seethed; "your death."   "You may not enter Federation space," T'Luminareth insisted.   "Before you two go to war, again, why don't you let me go in," Hical mediated. "I'm a free trader and have been to both Federation and Klingon planets."   "You are a spy," Vor' Dura growled.   "Being a successful agent doesn't make you any less of spy for your Romulan Senate," T'Luminareth seemed almost furious.   "Unfounded rumors started by my, Hical almost finished before the Tribbles screamed. Not as loud as they had for Ms. Black, but they now didn't like Thon around either, now that Victoria was a Klingon. Cordelia scares me; this time Hical had the little 'hiccup'.   "This is going to be fun," she chuckled, barely above a whisper.   "I will get these vermin no matter how much they hurt the frail human," Kar'Thon snarled, but Victoria's eyes blazed with fanatic amusement. I was mildly curious if she could even respond to her true name but decided not to test that. She pulled out a rather wicked looking knife that I had to double-take to make sure it was plastic.   The conversation went on around us as fictitious bits of data collided with innuendo, falsehoods, threats, and lies. This was roleplaying by some actors who took it as

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Welcome to the "Week in Review," where we delve into the true stories behind this week's headlines. Your host, Tony Brueski, joins hands with a rotating roster of guests, sharing their insights and analysis on a collection of intriguing, perplexing, and often chilling stories that made the news.      This is not your average news recap. With the sharp investigative lens of Tony and his guests, the show uncovers layers beneath the headlines, offering a comprehensive perspective that traditional news can often miss. From high-profile criminal trials to in-depth examinations of ongoing investigations, this podcast takes listeners on a fascinating journey through the world of true crime and current events.       Each episode navigates through multiple stories, illuminating their details with factual reporting, expert commentary, and engaging conversation. Tony and his guests discuss each case's nuances, complexities, and human elements, delivering a multi-dimensional understanding to their audience.  Whether you are a dedicated follower of true crime, or an everyday listener interested in the stories shaping our world, the "Week in Review" brings you the perfect balance of intrigue, information, and intelligent conversation. Expect thoughtful analysis, informed opinions, and thought-provoking discussions beyond the 24-hour news cycle. Want to comment and watch this podcast as a video? Check out our YouTube Channel. https://www.youtube.com/@hiddenkillerspod Instagram https://www.instagram.com/hiddenkillerspod/ Facebook https://www.facebook.com/hiddenkillerspod/ Tik-Tok https://www.tiktok.com/@hiddenkillerspod X Twitter https://x.com/tonybpod Listen Ad-Free On Apple Podcasts Here: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/true-crime-today-premium-plus-ad-free-advance-episode/id1705422872

Welcome to the "Week in Review," where we delve into the true stories behind this week's headlines. Your host, Tony Brueski, joins hands with a rotating roster of guests, sharing their insights and analysis on a collection of intriguing, perplexing, and often chilling stories that made the news.       This is not your average news recap. With the sharp investigative lens of Tony and his guests, the show uncovers layers beneath the headlines, offering a comprehensive perspective that traditional news can often miss. From high-profile criminal trials to in-depth examinations of ongoing investigations, this podcast takes listeners on a fascinating journey through the world of true crime and current events.       Each episode navigates through multiple stories, illuminating their details with factual reporting, expert commentary, and engaging conversation. Tony and his guests discuss each case's nuances, complexities, and human elements, delivering a multi-dimensional understanding to their audience.  Whether you are a dedicated follower of true crime, or an everyday listener interested in the stories shaping our world, the "Week in Review" brings you the perfect balance of intrigue, information, and intelligent conversation. Expect thoughtful analysis, informed opinions, and thought-provoking discussions beyond the 24-hour news cycle. Want to comment and watch this podcast as a video? Check out our YouTube Channel. https://www.youtube.com/@hiddenkillerspod Instagram https://www.instagram.com/hiddenkillerspod/ Facebook https://www.facebook.com/hiddenkillerspod/ Tik-Tok https://www.tiktok.com/@hiddenkillerspod X Twitter https://x.com/tonybpod Listen Ad-Free On Apple Podcasts Here: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/true-crime-today-premium-plus-ad-free-advance-episode/id1705422872

Devil's Den Stalker Left This Family Shattered, Children Ran As Parents Screamed For Lives Two parents stabbed to death on a hiking trail. Their daughters—ages 7 and 9—running for their lives. A killer still on the loose. In this powerful multi-guest episode of Hidden Killers with Tony Brueski, we piece together the most complete timeline and psychological profile yet of the Devil's Den double homicide, featuring exclusive interviews with three critical voices:  The Couple Who Saw the Killer: One hour before the murders, they crossed paths with a man who gave them chills—black clothing, fingerless gloves, a massive vinyl gear bag, and piercing, bloodshot eyes. He stared them down. They tried to call it in. No one picked up. Now, they tell their story here. The 911 Dispatcher: For the first time, a Washington County dispatcher who took the initial call from Devil's Den shares exactly what unfolded when the Brinks' daughters were brought in screaming for help. She reveals what the girls said, the moments law enforcement realized this was no accident, and chilling new information about the suspect's vehicle and escape route. Retired FBI Special Agent Jennifer Coffindaffer: With years of experience tracking killers, Coffindaffer breaks down the psychology behind the attack, why the gloves and backpack matter, and how the killer's biggest mistake may be the very thing that gets him caught. This episode is the full picture—raw, real, and deeply unsettling. If you've been following the Devil's Den case, this is the one to hear.  Subscribe now and stay with us as we continue our boots-on-the-ground coverage from northwest Arkansas. If you were there on July 26 or have any info, contact ASP Troop L at (479) 751-6663. Want to comment and watch this podcast as a video? Check out our YouTube Channel. https://www.youtube.com/@hiddenkillerspod Instagram https://www.instagram.com/hiddenkillerspod/ Facebook https://www.facebook.com/hiddenkillerspod/ Tik-Tok https://www.tiktok.com/@hiddenkillerspod X Twitter https://x.com/tonybpod Listen Ad-Free On Apple Podcasts Here: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/true-crime-today-premium-plus-ad-free-advance-episode/id1705422872

Devil's Den Stalker Left This Family Shattered, Children Ran As Parents Screamed For Lives Two parents stabbed to death on a hiking trail. Their daughters—ages 7 and 9—running for their lives. A killer still on the loose. In this powerful multi-guest episode of Hidden Killers with Tony Brueski, we piece together the most complete timeline and psychological profile yet of the Devil's Den double homicide, featuring exclusive interviews with three critical voices:  The Couple Who Saw the Killer: One hour before the murders, they crossed paths with a man who gave them chills—black clothing, fingerless gloves, a massive vinyl gear bag, and piercing, bloodshot eyes. He stared them down. They tried to call it in. No one picked up. Now, they tell their story here. The 911 Dispatcher: For the first time, a Washington County dispatcher who took the initial call from Devil's Den shares exactly what unfolded when the Brinks' daughters were brought in screaming for help. She reveals what the girls said, the moments law enforcement realized this was no accident, and chilling new information about the suspect's vehicle and escape route. Retired FBI Special Agent Jennifer Coffindaffer: With years of experience tracking killers, Coffindaffer breaks down the psychology behind the attack, why the gloves and backpack matter, and how the killer's biggest mistake may be the very thing that gets him caught. This episode is the full picture—raw, real, and deeply unsettling. If you've been following the Devil's Den case, this is the one to hear.  Subscribe now and stay with us as we continue our boots-on-the-ground coverage from northwest Arkansas. If you were there on July 26 or have any info, contact ASP Troop L at (479) 751-6663. Want to comment and watch this podcast as a video? Check out our YouTube Channel. https://www.youtube.com/@hiddenkillerspod Instagram https://www.instagram.com/hiddenkillerspod/ Facebook https://www.facebook.com/hiddenkillerspod/ Tik-Tok https://www.tiktok.com/@hiddenkillerspod X Twitter https://x.com/tonybpod Listen Ad-Free On Apple Podcasts Here: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/true-crime-today-premium-plus-ad-free-advance-episode/id1705422872

Devil's Den Stalker Left This Family Shattered, Children Ran As Parents Screamed For Lives Two parents stabbed to death on a hiking trail. Their daughters—ages 7 and 9—running for their lives. A killer still on the loose. In this powerful multi-guest episode of Hidden Killers with Tony Brueski, we piece together the most complete timeline and psychological profile yet of the Devil's Den double homicide, featuring exclusive interviews with three critical voices:  The Couple Who Saw the Killer: One hour before the murders, they crossed paths with a man who gave them chills—black clothing, fingerless gloves, a massive vinyl gear bag, and piercing, bloodshot eyes. He stared them down. They tried to call it in. No one picked up. Now, they tell their story here. The 911 Dispatcher: For the first time, a Washington County dispatcher who took the initial call from Devil's Den shares exactly what unfolded when the Brinks' daughters were brought in screaming for help. She reveals what the girls said, the moments law enforcement realized this was no accident, and chilling new information about the suspect's vehicle and escape route. Retired FBI Special Agent Jennifer Coffindaffer: With years of experience tracking killers, Coffindaffer breaks down the psychology behind the attack, why the gloves and backpack matter, and how the killer's biggest mistake may be the very thing that gets him caught. This episode is the full picture—raw, real, and deeply unsettling. If you've been following the Devil's Den case, this is the one to hear.  Subscribe now and stay with us as we continue our boots-on-the-ground coverage from northwest Arkansas. If you were there on July 26 or have any info, contact ASP Troop L at (479) 751-6663. Want to comment and watch this podcast as a video? Check out our YouTube Channel. https://www.youtube.com/@hiddenkillerspod Instagram https://www.instagram.com/hiddenkillerspod/ Facebook https://www.facebook.com/hiddenkillerspod/ Tik-Tok https://www.tiktok.com/@hiddenkillerspod X Twitter https://x.com/tonybpod Listen Ad-Free On Apple Podcasts Here: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/true-crime-today-premium-plus-ad-free-advance-episode/id1705422872

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July 7, 2025 Week 28   ADAMS CAMP https://curesyngap1.org/podcasts/syngap10/adams-camp-is-amazing-so-are-compression-vests-s10e110/    CENSUS & WHY WE WILL SEE MORE PATIENTS AAP recommends Whole Exome as a first line test for GDD/ID. https://www.linkedin.com/posts/ambry-genetics_exome-cns-patientforlife-activity-7343354049586466816-Jbq_   SYNGAP1 Census 2Q25 +55; new total 1,636, but we need to look at country by country to appreciate how low that is.  https://curesyngap1.org/census/ https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1oJwMysR2wyTxe91zLlKJglNa0NySPxkBF0PRiV6mBmM/edit?gid=0#gid=0 First patients from Bulgaria, Pakistan, Paraguay, and Uruguay.  US, Germany & France growing but UK standing still?   WARRIORS & PARENT STORIES https://curesyngap1.org/syngap-warriors/ Charlotte - Charlotte is 18 months old - diagnosed on May, 2025, just over a month ago. Already been to UNC and planning to go to CHOP.  17I thought it was worth noting the fast action this family is taking.   Martina - First patient from Uruguay.    SYNGAP1 Stories episode 35 Nicole Ciccone, son Jackson (from Georgia, near Atlanta) cureSYNGAP1.org/Stories   IMPORTANT SRF POSTS Webinar #108 - Repurposing opportunity for SYNGAP1 Specific nonsense mutations with Dr Bruce Bloom, Founder of Fortuity Pharma is up https://curesyngap1.org/resources/webinars/webinar-108-fortuity-pharma-repurposing-nonsense-mutations/   VOLUNTEER SHOUT OUT Suzanne Vreeland Jones for helping get the resource mobilization group organized in general and attending so many meetings, applying for grants, organizing the drive, and creating a fundraising plan for the rest of the year. And just generally caring about what's going on and what needs to get done. She's also the board chair and organizes all of that every 6 weeks. Then there's so much she's done and is doing for the conference so far as it is in Atlanta. We can trust it will be a nice event with her helping and being so close.   CONFERENCE - DECEMBER 4th & 5th Hotel has been selected for Atlanta - Georgia Tech Hotel & Conference Center; see cureSYNGAP1.org/Atlanta    FUNDRAISING - SIBLINGS ARE THE NEXT GEN OF SRF Fundraiser - LOVING ON LIAM - Emma's Hope for a SYNGAP1 Cure; fundraiser by Liam's sister Emma, who is promising a handmade pin for $5+ donations and over $100 a front flip off the diving board - cureSYNGAP1.org/Liam raised $2,370 in June!   WEBINAR #108 - Repurposing opportunity for SYNGAP1 nonsense mutations with Dr Bruce E. Bloom from Fortuity Pharma is up on YouTube https://youtu.be/4nqCLwuikIE?si=xWtbw-5OP_uMBwK5 and our website cureSYNGAP1.org/Webinars   PRESS RELEASE https://curesyngap1.org/blog/prof-kristian-stromgaard-awarded-cure-syngap1-grant-research-biomolecular-condensates-pr40/    WHY OUR RESEARCH MATTERS Bowie Lab Talk on Glutamatergic Neurons.  We learn about Intelligence from studying ID. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sfcN2BuZOJw   NUMBERS PUBMED 334, 26, so -1 vs. weeks. Follow on Youtube and LinkedIn, they matter. https://www.linkedin.com/company/curesyngap1/ 4,221 https://www.youtube.com/@CureSYNGAP1 1,390   #S10e173 CORRECTION I credited the Sprint blog to "probably Ed". Thanks, but that one was coordinated by Jo Ashline.   NICOLE'S POST I hate Autism Awareness Month. It stirs up so many emotions- anger, grief, and frustration for everything autism has taken from my son. Dear Syngap, It's me again. You'd think after all this time, we'd have some kind of understanding. But we don't. We never will. You barged into our lives uninvited, turned our world upside down, and refused to leave. You've taught me lessons I never asked for, dragged us down roads we never wanted to travel. You've humbled me, broken me, enraged me. I've cried because of you. Screamed into the silence. Begged the universe for answers it refuses to give. I've celebrated victories that should have been simple, ordinary things—but with you lurking in the shadows, nothing is ever simple. If I'm being honest, I hate you. I hate what you've done to my son. I hate that you've taken things from him that should have been his without question—his voice, his strength, his ease of movement, his peace. One day, he climbs like he was born to conquer mountains. The next, he struggles to take a step. You're a thief, Syngap. You steal his vision, rob him of his muscle tone, drain his energy until even smiling feels like work. You wrap yourself around his body, his mind, his very existence, and no matter how hard I fight, you never let go. You make him miserable. And I hate you for it. You turn his nights into a battlefield, his sleep stolen by seizures, restlessness, and the chaos you planted in his brain. You keep his words locked inside, hidden in a place I can't reach. And God, how I wish I could reach them. How I wish I could hear his thoughts, understand the words he wants so badly to say. Instead, I watch. I listen. I hold him when the frustration turns to tears, when his body betrays him, when he fights a battle most will never see. People don't see what I see. They don't hear the cries in the middle of the night or witness the exhaustion in his body. They don't see the war raging inside him. And me? I've been called crazy, overprotective, dramatic. But I don't care. I'll wear those labels like armor. Because as long as my son is fighting, I will fight harder. You tried to take so much from us. You tried to steal my marriage, tried to break my family apart, tried to strip away our joy. You've knocked us down, over and over again. But listen to me, Syngap: you will never have us. And here's the strangest thing. For all the hell you've put us through, you've also given me things I never expected. You've made me stronger than I ever thought possible. You've forced me to fight with a fierceness I didn't know I had. You've shown me how to love deeper, to celebrate what others overlook, to appreciate moments most take for granted. You take and you take—but somehow, you also build. You break, yet somehow, you make us unbreakable. But hear me loud and clear: you don't win. Tomorrow, my son will wake up, and despite you, he will rise. He will smile. He will fight. He will accomplish things you never thought he could. And I? I'll be there, standing beside him, fighting for him, daring you to try and stop us. You don't get the final say, Syngap. Not today. Not ever. My son is more than you. And you have underestimated his mother. Sincerely, A Syngap Momma

What happens when a former Oregon State Trooper steps into the woods for a bear hunt — and ends up face-to-face with the unknown?In this gripping episode of Bigfoot Society, Jeremiah Byron talks with Ethan, a law enforcement veteran and lifelong outdoorsman who shares chilling encounters from deep in the Oregon wilderness. From unsettling whoops between unseen creatures to perfect three-knock patterns in the dead of night, Ethan recounts a night that changed everything. You'll hear stories from the Southern Blue Mountains, Suttle Lake, the edge of the Warm Springs Reservation, and even Prospect and Granite — places where hunters have fled, terrified, in the middle of the night.Whether it's pistol-drawn standoffs in the dark or whispered legends passed between trusted troopers, Ethan's experiences reveal the darker side of Bigfoot encounters — and the silent intelligence behind them. This isn't campfire gossip. It's boots-on-the-ground testimony from someone who swore to protect and serve... and now swears he wasn't alone.

A promising UCLA senior, a late-night scream, and a horrifying failure to act. This is the story of Andrea DelVesco—and the system that let her down. Want access to our first 45 episodes? Grab em here! We've made them available for free to anyone who signs up! Remember, these episodes were recorded when we had no idea what we were doing, so just keep that in mind. The audio isn't the quality we would want to put out now, but the cases are on point! Visit killerqueens.link/og to download and binge all the archived episodes today! Hang with us: Follow Us on Instagram Like Us on Facebook Join our Case Discussion Group on Facebook Get Killer Queens Merch Bonus Episodes Support Our AMAZING Sponsors: Remi: Go to shopremi.com/QUEENS and use code QUEENS at checkout for 50% off. Ollie: Take the online quiz and introduce Ollie to your pet.  Visit https://ollie.com/QUEENS today for 60% off your first box of meals!  #ToKnowThemIsToLoveThem GhostBed: Get 10% off at https://ghostbed.com/queens with code QUEENS. © 2025 Killer Queens Podcast. All Rights ReservedAudio Production by Wayfare RecordingMusic provided by Steven TobiLogo designed by Sloane Williams of The Sophisticated Crayon Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

On April 12th, 1903, Mrs. Frances Connors spotted a overcoat draped over a barrel at the corner of 11th Street and Avenue D in Manhattan's Alphabet City. The coat looked new, and it wasn't wet, even though it had been raining all night. "Who gets rid of a perfectly good overcoat?" Mrs. Connors wondered, and, "What's in that barrel?" Curiosity got the better of her, she sidled over to the barrel, lifted the coat, and SCREAMED...Call 888-MURDERY, that's 888-687-3379 to share your story of living with a disability, or, your real-life Kinda Murdery story, and YOU could inspire an episode of the show!Sources: The Ananconda Standard, "The Baffling Mystery of the Barrel Murder," by William J. Flynn, Sunday, April 19th and April 26th, 1914.Accessed via Newspapers.comBecome a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/kinda-murdery--5496890/support.

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Your home says a lot about you, In Intern John's case it screams “I am a single man” Join John, Sos, Rose, Hoody, and Erick as we find out what about John's house screams he's a bachelor, We find out what made you lose interest in your crush, Plus we find out what psychological term we all misuse every day! All that and more with Intern John & Your Morning Show!  Make sure to also keep up to date with ALL of our podcasts we do below that have new episodes every week:  The Thought ShowerLet's Get WeirdCrisis on Infinite Podcasts 

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What happens when a lifelong outdoorsman from Eastern Maryland starts noticing signs he can't ignore — screams in the dark, gliding figures in the powerline fields, and a fox that seems more like a sentry than an animal? In this gripping and emotional episode, we sit down with Derek, a listener from Easton, Maryland, who shares his incredible decade-long journey into unexplained encounters near his home. From his first terrifying experience at age 11 to sightings of 13 distinct beings — including one with Down Syndrome features and a childlike face — Derek's story unfolds like a living mystery. You'll hear firsthand accounts of silent movement across powerlines, glowing eyes in the marsh, and the eerie moment his dog refused to go any farther. Along the way, Derek reflects on the spiritual side of these experiences and how they've transformed his understanding of the world. Locations include the Choptank River, Talbot County, Royal Oak, and the Shenandoah Valley. This isn't just another Bigfoot story — it's a haunting testimony of belief, ridicule, and the search for truth in the woods.Contact Derek here:https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100076763059610derekmarth54@gmail.com

In this series we will be reading through the Psalms one by one and pointing out cool stuff along the way. The goal is to help get the Psalms into our theological landscape so that they help form our outlook as they have done for God's people for nearly 3,000 years. Previous videos in the series can be found at: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL4bbdsVUgfc6Z_lp1cLDdhsXE_k0hoEP_ Other videos mentioned in this episode: * The different Jewish translations of Psalm 22:16 - https://youtu.be/-XQA-4YJW1w * Rebecca Idestrom on the "Glory of YHWH" - https://youtu.be/_Oe8EDjR44A ***Disciple Dojo shirts and gifts are available over in our online store! - https://tinyurl.com/24ncuas2 ***Become a monthly Dojo Donor and help keep us going! - https://www.discipledojo.org/donate ***Dojo Donor Patches: If you are a monthly donor and would like an iron-on DiscipleDojo patch, supplies are limited so message JM directly via the contact page at https://www.discipledojo.org/contact ***If you are an unmarried Christian looking for community, check out our Facebook group “The Grownup's Table” over at www.facebook.com/groups/grownupstable ------ Go deeper at www.discipledojo.org

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Zoe Lyons is a comedian that has graced our screens for over two decades, being a regular panelist on Mock the Week as well as numerous appearances on Have I Got News For You and Live at the Apollo. She grew up in rural Ireland, with a peripatetic childhood that would see her move to England, America and Scotland all by the time she reached 10-years-old. In this episode, James O'Brien takes a tour through Zoe's adolescents and hatred of school & school bullies, her parents divorce and her love of the Peter Sellers & Dick Emery. The pair navigate Zoe's slow-burn career and delve deep into why it takes her three years achieve her goals and what the future looks like for her too. You can see Zoe Lyons tour dates here

Mathew Focht is a pioneer in blending data-driven strategies with hospitality innovation. With a career spanning engineering, real estate development, and investments, he co-founded Consolidated Concepts, the largest group purchasing organization in the U.S., before launching Emerging Fund, a platform designed to scale tech-enabled concepts in the hospitality and entertainment sectors.  What You'll Learn About: What really makes a location perfect for a restaurant? How Mathew's love for data and design led him from planning golf course communities to revolutionizing mixed-use developments. Which unorthodox methods Mathew used to gather insights for restaurant chains before big data became mainstream. Why tech-enabled concepts like Putt Shack and F1 Arcade are taking center stage in the experience economy. How undervaluing marketing costs you money. If you loved enjoyed this episode want more like it, please subscribe, share, and leave a review. Need your burning hospitality questions answered? Call or text the hotline at 850-404-9630 to be featured on a future episode!

If you screamed at you kids today, if your throat is hurting from all the yelling, if you are filled with remorse for acting in a rough, mean and harsh ways toward your kids today...this message is for you. Book your free consultation call. Let me help you become the mama God is calling you to be. 173: Breaking generational anger and becoming a responsive mom // Brittany Hooten219. From feeling hopeless and stuck in anger to becoming hopeful and equipped // Amber Stewart225. How she went from feeling lost, hopeless and defeated in anger to becoming hopeful, empowered and calmer mom  // Leah Williams235. Single mom struggling with yelling, reacting and burnout to breaking reactive anger and having tools to respond well // Lara Ingram Taylors Testimonial (stay at home mom of 2 toddlers and husband that works long hours)Text the show. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Next Steps: 1. Watch FREE TRAINING: 5 Steps to Break free from Mom Rage Shame ⬇️2. Learn about Calm Christian Mom Coaching Program ⬇️3. BOOK A FREE CALL if you are want support in overcoming damaging anger patterns. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~MINI-COURSE BONUSHow to 10x your Emotional Capacity Levels as a MomLeave a 5 star rating and review on the Podcast and email me (hello@emotionallyhealthylegacy.com) a screenshot of the REVIEW for free access to my Mini-Course or buy it HERE for $27. Website: emotionallyhealthylegacy.comContact: hello@emotionallyhealthylegacy.comQuestions? Form / Voice memo **Shop my favorite Amazon Products**

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The Personal Computer Show Wednesday January 15th 8th 2025 PRN.live Streaming on the Internet 6:00 PM Eastern Time In the News  Mark Zuckerberg Tells Joe Rogan, Biden Aides ‘Cursed' and ‘Screamed'  Microsoft bets on Copilot+ PCs and Windows 11  Honey's Deal-Hunting Browser Extension Accused of Ripping Off Customers and YouTubers  OpenAI and Microsoft Secret Definition for AGI (Artificial General Intelligence) and 100 Billion Dollars Profit  Major Breakthrough in Developing Next-Gen Replacement for Lithium-ion Batteries ITPro Series with Benjamin Rockwell The Simple Math of When to Upgrade a Computer From the Tech Corner  Be Aware of What Information You Input into ChatGPT  Passports May Soon Become Obsolete as Facial Recognition and Smart Phones Take Over  NASA's Deep Space Mission Control is Unattended as L.A. Wildfires Rage Technology Chatter with Benjamin Rockwell and Marty Winston  Powering up at Trade Shows and Elsewhere, j5create Power Bank 

Motherhood is a whirlwind of emotions, and sometimes, despite our best intentions, the overwhelm takes over. Maybe it's the relentless to-do list, the school holiday chaos, or just the weight of juggling everything, there comes a moment when we snap. And then? The guilt creeps in.In this episode, Dr Renee White sits down to reflect on one of those raw parenting moments, the kind we don't often talk about. Just two hours after an emotional outburst with her child, Renee recorded this to unpack the why, the how, and most importantly, the what's next. If you've ever felt the sting of mum rage or the heaviness of guilt, this episode is for you.You'll hear about:Understanding Mum Rage: What triggers those intense moments and why they're more common than you think.Repair and Reconnect: Steps to mend your bond with your child after an emotional outburst.Processing Guilt in a Healthy Way: Tools to work through your feelings, like journaling, movement, and self-compassion.Role Modelling for Your Kids: How navigating your emotions can teach your children about resilience and empathy.You're not alone in this journey, and those tough moments don't define you as a parent. What matters most is how we show up afterward, ready to reconnect and grow.Resources and Links:Learn more about Dr Renee White and Explore Fill Your Cup Doula ServicesWant to be nurtured and nourished after the birth of your baby, have a peek at our doula offerings.If you want to gobble up our famous Chocolate + Goji lactation cookies, look no further!Disclaimer: The information on this podcast presented by the Fill Your Cup is not a substitute for independent professional advice.Nothing contained in this podcast is intended to be used as medical advice and it is not intended to be used to diagnose, treat, cure or prevent any disease, nor should it be used for therapeutic purposes or as a substitute for your own health professional's advice.

Join host Jeremiah Byron with the Bigfoot Society podcast as Brian shares his harrowing encounter with a white Bigfoot in Victoria, Illinois, during the 4th of July weekend in 1972. Brian, at 11 years old, witnessed a massive, cream-colored creature alongside friends. This episode delves deep into the specifics of the sighting, describes the creature's appearance and movements, and considers other reported sightings in the region during the same period.

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This week we bring you guys the WORST Wedding Stories, Jamo getting screamed at in public and plenty more madness. The wedding stories start from 26:16 xoxo Show Notes: Christmas Spirit & is the great holiday back?! Jam packed December Exhausted Jamo & Driving Tired Spice Bags / Boxes (the Irish x China collab) Our rivalry with Rog's uni mates 6 aside update Dylan's movie review Zero Five Avenue Learning Spanish with a listener Wedding stories / confessions North West's Japanese song We want you guys to make us a part of your Monday routine! Have a good week xx Rate us 5 stars and leave a nice review please squires. Make sure to subscribe to us for weekly poddies, we're best mates who love to take the piss out of what life has to offer ALL OF OUR LINKS BELOW https://jamoanddylan.komi.io/ BOOK US ON CAMEO https://www.cameo.com/jamoanddylanSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Send us a textEpisode 113: The MothmanI have some news to share! I have a new co-host! Welcome Megan to Operation Evil! She appeared as a guest in episode 112 and now she's official! We are so excited to began this adventure together!www.newspapers.comBeckley Post-Herald The Raleigh Register, “He Fears Mothman May Flee ‘These Here Hills'” By Harry PeckThe Raleigh Register, “Bug Dust - Flying Saucer ‘Expert' Here in November” By John HodelSunday Gazette-Mail, “Mothman, UFOs and Woodpeckers” By Terry Marchalhttps://www.wvencyclopedia.org/entries/1369The Charlotte Observer, “Mothman keeps em coming to W.Va. Town” By Tom BreenSun-Journal, “Mysterious Moth-Man Still at Large”Green Bay Press-Gazette, “Do Monsters Exist in America?” By Warren SmithExpress-News, “Screamed”https://transportation.wv.gov/highways/bridge_facts/Modern-Bridges/Pages/Silver.aspx#:~:text=At%205%20p.m.%20on%20December,two%20whose%20bodies%20were%20neverhttps://allthatsinteresting.com/history-uncovered/mothman#:~:text=After%20the%20Silver%20Bridge%20collapsed,warn%20of%20the%20impending%20tragedy.https://myfwc.com/wildlifehabitats/profiles/birds/cranes/sandhill-crane/https://www.amazon.com/Trail-Lake-Michigan-Mothman/dp/B09MBTQK6Khttps://folklife.si.edu/magazine/mothman-point-pleasant-west-virginiahttps://medium.com/illumination-curated/an-update-on-the-legendary-chicago-mothman-a4b46afdb01ahttps://www.singularfortean.com/mothman Patreon Supporter: https://www.patreon.com/operationevilpodcastBuy Me a Coffee: https://www.buymeacoffee.com/operationevil Link to Operation Evil Notebook for purchase: https://www.amazon.com/Operation-Evil-Notebook-Crime-Podcast/dp/B0BQY4RNRD/ref=sr_1_1?crid=1KD47LOHSZM1L&keywords=nyoka+johnson&qid=1677893619&sprefix=nyoka%2Caps%2C180&sr=8-1 Operation Evil's TikTok: @operationevilpodcastSupport the show

Today on the podcast, Josh and Drusilla discuss one of their very favorite European lesbian vampire films, Daughters of Darkness. From wiki: “Daughters of Darkness[b] is a 1971 erotic horror film co-written and directed by Harry Kümel and starring Delphine Seyrig, John Karlen, Andrea Rau, and Danielle Ouimet.” Also discussed: Laserdiscs, VCRs, Alice Sweet Alice, Psycho II, Scream, franchises, It's Alive, Karen Black, The House that Screamed, Delphine Seyrig, Klaus Kinski, Jean Rollins, Dark Shadows, haint blue, queer villains, gigolos, and more!NEXT WEEK: Vacation of Terror and Vacation of Terror II    Follow them across the internet:Bloodhaus:https://www.bloodhauspod.com/https://twitter.com/BloodhausPodhttps://www.instagram.com/bloodhauspod/ Drusilla Adeline:https://www.sisterhydedesign.com/https://letterboxd.com/sisterhyde/ Joshua Conkelhttps://www.joshuaconkel.com/https://www.instagram.com/joshua_conkel/https://letterboxd.com/JoshuaConkel/

This week we visit a school for wayward girls with the polarizing The House That Screamed. Andy gives his Alien: Romulus review. Finally, Amy and Freddy talk Hauntedween. You take the good, you take the bad...the facts of life, y'all.  Support us on Patreon! Patrons have access to the NOTLP Discord Server, weekly virtual meetups with the hosts, ad free episodes and tons of other great content. This podcast is brought to you by the Legion of Demons at patreon.com/notlp. Our Beelzebub tier producers are: Ernest Perez Jeremy, Cassie & Gamora Burmeister Jeff L Iona Goodwin Branan & Emily Intravia-Whitehead Bill Chandler Blayne Turner Monica Martinson Bill Fahrner Brian Krause Dave Siebert Joe Juvland Matt Funke “Monster Movies (with My Friends)” was written and performed by Kelley Kombrinck. It was recorded and mixed by Freddy Morris. Night of the Living Podcast Social Media:      facebook.com/notlp twitter.com/notlp instagram.com/nightofthelivingpodcast youtube.com/notlpcrew https://www.tiktok.com/@nightofthelivingpodcast

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