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Det er innrømmelsens tid i LOLbua. Mats har sluttet å vaske håret, Lars har kvittet seg med senga si og Jon Cato har sett på fotball-VM. Syndenes forlatelse kommer aldri, men til gjengjeld er det mer dataspill i denne episoden enn noen gang. Hør alt om Jon Catos nyfunne kjærlighet for emulatorer og retrospill, Mats sine førsteinntrykk fra den nye World of Warcraft-utvidelsen eller Lars sine betraktninger rundt årets GOTY - Marvel Snap!I tillegg reiser vi tilbake til juli 1986 - en KNALLMÅNED for gode dataspill. Gled deg!Ønsker alle lyttere fred og ro i adventstida. Tilgi oss våre synder, vi vet ikke hva vi gjør. #love

This week, I speak to Susan Calderon, founder of Sacha Botanicals!  Alongside her work as a college professor, she started Sacha Botanicals as a means to combat her diagnosis of Hashimoto's disease. She realised the parabens and numerous chemicals found in our soaps and shampoos today cause so many health issues, and so she turned to the power of plants as a means to combat this disease. Sacha Botanicals produces natural soaps and shampoos designed to bring the full power of plants to your hair and skin while protecting the planet. A fantastic gift for Christmas that's right around the corner! For a 20% discount on all products, use the promo code LISTENINGWELL20 upon checkout! Every week, I share my thoughts and maybe a nugget or two of advice to inspire you to live your most optimal life. My reflections stem from a decade long journey as a yoga and meditation teacher, fitness enthusiast, and holistic health advocate. My hopes are to contribute to your wellness journey in whatever way, shape or form, and to motivate you to live to your highest potential. Get in touch with Stephanie Personal Website | Instagram Thank you for Listening Well! www.listeningwellpodcast.comSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Becoming something of value has its downside.By FinalStand. Listen and subscribe to the podcast at Steamy Stories.-Live fast, die young and leave a…No. Enjoy life and die when it is your time. Your corpse will the least of your concerns if there really is an Afterlife- (Monday)-Ah…no sex…not sure how that happened-For some God-unknown reason I was showing up to work at 6 a.m. Monday. I swear, one of these days I’m going to show up to work naked. If asked why, I’ll claim that it wasn’t in my brilliantly scripted orders. I would then beg forgiveness for ‘assuming’ I was allowed to breath, or even be conscious. We’d all laugh. Nothing would change.They were never going to give me advance warning of what my latest errand entailed. I don’t think it was in them.“You’ve made to Week Three,” Buffy sneered as we entered the garage beneath Havenstone’s skyscraper. “I’m flabbergasted.”“So am I; flabbergasted that is,” I nodded sagely. “I had no idea you knew what flabbergasted meant.”Punch. Definitely back to the old Buffy.“You need a haircut,” she commented. My phone beeped. I had data packet. I had received them before; just not from this place. I opened it up as we exited the car and made for elevators.“Holy Bat-shit Bat-Bunny!” I gasped. “Hayden’s written me a letter.”“Really?” Buffy was momentarily non-psychotic. I showed her my screen. Hayden had made an official declaration; something that would be in the records of the Amazons from now until forever.Any and all males of Havenstone; specifically one Cáel Nyilas; were to forthwith and immediately stop spiritually assassinating any and all Amazons and Amazon recruits. Furthermore, I was admonished for murdering Fabiola Dobrani and, under penalty of an unmentioned punishment, I was to publicly rejoice at her resurrection.Life was relentless. Buffy’s phone rang. She got the same message I did…as did every freaking Amazon in the building. I didn’t think the guys would be getting this memo.“I wonder how the Chicklettes are going to take this,” I mused. The doors opened before Buffy could formulate her comeback.Relentless may have not been a strong enough word. Waiting for us in two distinct groups were Constanza with two SD Playboy Bunnies; opposite them was Oneida. Oneida looked…enamored. This wasn’t curiosity about what my meat would feel like as it made her weep tears of rapture.This was a weekend binge of watching some of the best received, twenty-something, romantic movies of the past ten years. It was hard for me to decide which group was more divorced from reality; the Amazon man-haters, or the 'Hollywood was real’ babe.“I’m going to get a bite to eat,” Buffy announced. Entering the garage had completed her bodyguard duties.Oneida had the higher prestige so she came first.“Hi Cáel Nyilas,” she stepped up and greeted me. She extended her hand; for me to shake. Amazons clasped forearm to forearm. I greeted her Amazon-style.“It is good to see you again, Oneida of House Arinniti,” I replied. She looked upset.“You know who I am,” she sighed with disappointment.“Please believe me,” I stroked the side of her left cheek to the top of her ear, “had I known Friday, I would have finished up by impaled myself on your spear and cleared up a whole manner of things. Why does it matter to you that I know who you are?”“I…I didn’t want to be treated as anyone special,” she gazed up at me with innocent eyes.“That’s not going to be a problem,” I chuckled. “To me, you are nothing but another psycho-bitch that’s trying to kill me. You are a black-hearted, soulless creation of Hell and I hate your guts, Oneida.”“But you saved my life?” she whimpered. She was a bit more unbalanced than the normal babe employed here. Yay me.“And? See, this is why my description of you and your sisters is so accurate,” I smiled while I explained. “I would try to save almost anyone because it is the right thing to do. The only reason saving you was a mistake was that it caused me to fall further into Hayden’s favor. Now she’s going to expect that shit on a regular basis solely because you are of House Arinniti.”“Ah; I like you,” Oneida pleaded.“Why?” I asked.“You risked so much for Aya. You made her laugh and smile. You…you acted as if you cared for her; as if you were her own mother,” Oneida told me. “Was that a deception too?”“Hmmm…not what I expected,” I mused. “Fine, realizing that I was with Aya for her sake and hers alone raises you up a step in my estimations. I’m not being deceptive about how I feel about this place, Oneida. Here, let me prove it.” I looked to Constanza. “Constanza, do I hate your guts?”She glared at me. “Constanza, if I thought I could get away with it, would I shove a fragmentation grenade up your ass and pull the pin?” No response.“See,” I grinned to the gawking Oneida, “I’m not being deceptive about how I feel about this place. My opinion matters not at all to these women yet they know I’ll never act on my hate because of my own, perverse Code of Conduct. I’m not going to run away and I’m not going to stop being me. I’m certainly not going to fall in love with anyone here.”“Oh,” she muttered.“I have to go to work now. Have a nice day,” I turned to Constanza. “Are you my work buddy today?”“Male, come with us,” Constanza snapped. Off the four of us walked; right back to the elevator.Down we went, past any level my ID card could have accessed. Devo’s Working in the Coal Mine sprang to mind, so I hummed it. I was feeling completely at ease. Constanza stood behind me, while the other two stood at either side, but half a step back so they were right at the edge of my peripheral vision. I felt like a team player; an interregnal part of my imminent demise.The group marched past the Armory. I waved to my old friend, the Kindergarten Cop. She glowered. Amazons were not martinets. They were clean-cut and proud, but vigilance meant much more than a scuff mark on a boot, or a gaze locked on the farther wall. Our trip deposited in yet another room I could never access.I was the first one through the door. I almost froze. For starters, the room was around 15 meters wide and 6 meters deep. In the center of the room was an 8x2meter table. On the table where a wide variety of firearms and ammunition. Automatic pistols, revolvers, shotguns and submachine guns plus multiple clips, or speed-loaders for them all.They hadn’t brought me here to murder me with Death by multiple calibers. If they wanted me dead, they would have blown my brains out already then put a gun in my hand in a hopeless attempt to fool Katrina. The number of guns didn’t even impress me. The far wall was transparent and through it I could see multiple ladies in sports bras and boy shorts shooting away on a firing range.Holy Mother of God! I was here for weapons training. What the Hell had gone wrong? As I moved deeper into the room, one SD Femi-Nazi moved down the left wall, the other moved down the right and Constanza remained two steps behind me.“Please clarify my task for this time period, Constanza?” I requested. The look she shot me was lethal.“The weapons present are ones you have stated you have a familiarity with as well as others in common usage here at Havenstone. All the rounds are hollow points, or slugs. Chose which weapons you wish to qualify in, load your clips and inform me when you have completed this part of the assignment.”“Thank you,” I nodded then set to the task at hand. Constanza clearly had expected me to be a smart ass. I had used learning about guns to get tail. That didn’t mean I disrespected the weapons. I picked up several side arms, testing their weight and grips before deciding on the .40 Smith & Wesson Glock-22.I felt the ammo, making sure I wouldn’t be running around with blanks this time. This shit was real. Elsa had claimed she’d rather be skinned alive than let any man bear weapons in her Havenstone. Maybe I shouldn’t have felt her up, or given that massage to that med tech, or stripped in the elevator. I was a really, truly naughty boy.Most women spank naughty boys. My tormentors tend to fuck with my mind because, ya know, it’s harder to defend against that crap. Also, there is not a hand lotion made that will soothe the ravaged psyche. I began loading the clips.“Is that the only one you are taking?” Constanza eventually broke down and asked.“I don’t want to waste your time,” I replied. “This is my favorite pistol. I’ve shot .22, .38, 9 mm, and .45, but I’m most comfortable with this one. Maybe later I can work with the shotguns. I haven’t a clue how to handle anything else.” I could see it in her eyes; 'damn him; he’s making sense.’There was one final way I could fuck up. I didn’t. I knew firearms etiquette. Don’t load your gun before taking your station at the range. Sure, all the crazy chicks could do it, but that was part of their jobs; killing things. I was a novice. I picked out some ear protection and an adequate hip holster in case Constanza wanted me to fire from the draw.I was clearly not making her day by not screwing up.“This way,” she barked. She accessed the door leading to the range and out we stepped. All around, the firing slowly died. For each of the women, there was a second of disbelief followed by several more seconds of outrage.Lust was where the emotional landslide ended. I was 'That’ guy. I wasn’t something they could codify. I made meaningful, defiant eye contact, I dressed to impress, and I was known to be courageous. Having Hayden decide that she wanted to mate with me didn’t hurt my appeal one bit. I could already tell they were figuring out where to shoot me so that I could still have sex an hour later.I was a man in Havenstone with a gun after all. I was the equivalent of the Pope in Mecca; it just didn’t happen. My booth was nice and comfy. After placing my gear on the table,“What do I do next?”“Ear guards; check weapon; load, chamber, announce your preparation to fire; fire as quickly and accurately as possible. Reload and fire until you have uses all rounds,” she commanded.Hmm…six meters. Standard human-scored target. I hadn’t done this in a year. I shook my limbs out to get ready for the shock and recoil then steadied my breathing. Fifteen rounds, starting at the ready stance.“Ready,” I pronounced.“Begin,” was Constanza’s muffled command. The report of the first shot, the sting of the recoil, the pull on the arm and the shell ejecting; all of those rolled over me before I could count. I almost missed the automatic slide staying open. Down went the old magazine even as my left hand retrieved and leveraged the next one in.A problem presented itself. The girl who first taught me was pretty good; in the 'if you couldn’t find the prerequisite number of bullet holes in the target, everyone assumed the missing bullet had passed through one of the previous penetrations’ kind of way. I was pretty lucky. She took a red hot poker to me and was thankfully far less accurate.She was so incredibly beautiful; so furious with me, naked and chasing me around a cabin lit solely by the fireplace, with that firebrand in her hand. Maybe it was wrong of me to take her English professor up to the girl’s cabin for a sexual rendezvous; or stick the professor in the closet when the poor lady absolutely had go to the bathroom. Or fucked the girl on her bear skin rug until the professor had to come out of said closet before she urinated. I know; I’m an idiot.Fifteen bullets into the first target had made a mess of it. Since there was no one in either station around me, I started shooting at the target to the left. I put the last magazine into the one on the right. It took me well over thirty seconds to get all 45 shots off, but I did it.“Done,” I stated as I put the gun down and took a half-step back.“Do you shoot pistols a lot?” one of my other guards asked in amazement. They had undoubtedly seen better speed and marksmanship. It was their cosmically low opinion of me that made my effort so impossible to believe.“No, I’m a Natural Born Killer,” I grinned at the three of them.“Males are arrogant and take things for granted. They are sloppy,” Constanza sneered.“It never fails to surprise me that you don’t accept that your ancestors were some of the toughest bitches to ever walk the planet,” I muttered.“What does that mean?” Constanza growled.“Warriors so tough they are remembered thousands of years later and your founders escaped with their lives; as opposed to all those Trojans, Hittites and Lydians who ended up decorating graves with their bones,” I glared back. “What I mean is; why does me having a weapon really bother you? I’m am totally out-numbered, out-classed and out-gunned.”“I don’t want to die. I’m definitely not suicidal. I’ll even take bullets, arrows and blades for you people,” I snarled. “Quite frankly, all of this paranoia is really starting to get on my nerves, so fucking Cut it out!”“You do not tell us what to do,” Constanza ground out. She’d grabbed my chin with one hand.“I’ll keep that in mind next time an Amazon’s life is in danger and a simply warning from me could save their life. Be assured I’ll put your directive down for the reason they croaked,” I countered.“If it was up to me, you would be killed for your insolence,” she growled.“Does it ever occur to you it is the other way around?” I touched her wrist.“What?” Constanza was both irate and uncertain.“You are where you are because you have a habit of making poor decision on a strategic level,” I explained. Apparently I wanted to die.“Why does anyone like you?” Constanza muttered.“Like me? Most people who know me, hate me; like you. The difference is they get to know me first then they hate me. You haven’t gotten the full Cáel experience yet. You hate me on a purely generic level. Real hate comes from knowing me,” I grinned.Like so much that comes from my lips, that was a lie. To be truthful, most of the women I had wronged over the past four years forgave me; eventually. Most of them figured out that I hadn’t cheated on them; I cheated on EVERY girl I was with, but one; my mentor. She was the one who tossed me out among the female population in the first place.Some ladies did hold a grudge. There is one chick who burns me in effigy every year on the date of our break up. I should have known better. It was my freshman year and she was a Psychology teaching assistant. Most psych majors are wacko; more wacko than most pissed of women, I have learned from experience. I’ll still date them. I also take more care about what I eat and drink around them too.“I’m glad to know you will be gone soon,” she seethed then removed her hand from my chin.“Constanza, you really need to stop trusting me so much,” I chuckled.“I don’t trust you at all,” she countered.“But you are taking my word for it that women hate me,” I snickered.“More importantly, you are ignoring the facts. The majority of the women at Havenstone who like me, do so for reasons totally devoid of any intimacy. We both know I can be a jerk. I’m being a jerk right now; to you. What separates us is that I have no doubt that if you were in danger, I would come to your aid. That is the kind of person I am,” I related calmly.“That would never happen,” Constanza insisted.“I don’t care what you think,” I shot back. “I don’t make decisions based on your whimsy. I follow my leadership. I know I’m loyal. Now, can we please get back to the reason we are all here?”The scoring indicated that I was so lucky that girl came at me with the poker. I missed six shots out of 45, which I thought was awesome. I even managed to badly tear up the chests of the front and left targets. The target on the right was still 'dead’, but he could be buried in a tuxedo. I had one head shot; it wasn’t on purpose.We went back to the gun room, reloaded my Glock, a .38 Colt and a Mossberg shotgun. One guard went with me while Constanza and the second guard scored my first round. Back in the firing lane, I lost all firearms ability what so ever. I was saved by three shooters who volunteered to help. See how easy that was? They helped me with my stances, reload techniques and argued the merits of hip holster, ankle holsters and shoulder holsters.To reciprocate their hospitality, I stripped off my annoying jacket, tie, shirt and undershirt. We got into a discussion of spent rounds bouncing around and maybe scaring the shooter. For the Amazons, it was training to ignore painful distractions. I stopped; leveled by an epic brainstorm; and fired off an order to Executive Services; care of Daphne.“What are you doing?” one of the new lethality-engines asked, somewhat piqued.“Oh, I have to celebrate Fabiola’s resurrection; Hayden’s orders; and that is going to require supernatural aids,” I replied. I was back on track in their eyes.“What was it like to feel the strength of the Ancestors flow through you?” the second one whispered. This Ancestors and Goddess crap; mysticism was real to them. I’ve never claimed to be a deity though I’ve insinuated that I was the blood descendant of the Goddess Ishtar; reference the Wiccan Priestess; and her circle of naked female celebrants.The answer, not a total lie, was pure Amazon.“I didn’t feel anything,” I could sense their disappointment. “You know, all I felt was the spear and nothing else. Absolutely nothing else mattered. All other burdens and pains were lifted from me so I could devote myself entirely to the task at hand; hold the spear aloft.”They ate it up because the 'stillness’ was at their core of martial mystique. Bushido had it too except they called it 'No Mind’, or something like that. To be honest, I had come by that state of being through sex. My focus narrowed down to my partner and all of her actions and reactions. For a lowly male, like me, to possess that quality must have been divine intervention.“You did a wonderful thing; channeling the Ancestors that way,” the third stated. “Oneida is precious to the Host.”“I beg to differ,” I regarded her with a quirky smirk. “Every life is precious. When you start weighing a person’s life before you chose to save it, you have lost much more than that split second; you have lost a piece of your soul.”Oh look. I was lecturing them and they didn’t like it.“Try looking at it from my viewpoint for a second,” I knew they couldn’t. “I’m a lowly male caught up in your fiendish experiment. I don’t know who any of you are beyond the reality that you would casually harm, or even kill me for any number of reasons.”“You clearly think I should cower and cow-tow to your whims and wishes,” I took in their negative reactions. “I’m not. That’s not me. Instead, I’m going to run errands, learn to fight, laugh, play and have a great time. If it matters; I know it doesn’t to you; I am Cáel Nyilas, son of Ferko, son of Árpád of the Magyar. 'Where there is Valor, there is Hope’,” I added.That wasn’t my family motto. We were from poor, immigrant stock. My grandparents spoke Hungarian. I knew a little of it, just not enough to be considered fluent. I knew some Vlach (Romanian) too. When your neighbors are screaming insults at you, it pays to know exactly what they are saying. Again, I’m not fluent in Vlach, but I could get in a bar fight over what I did know.“Your lineage is inconsequential,” Constanza snapped. She’d come back; yippee!“How did I do, Jefe?” I beamed happiness her way.“I hate you,” she said through clenched teeth. I must have done better than I thought.“Well, that’s good. Maybe, under your instruction, I’ll almost be a match for the other fine ladies down here one day in the distant future,” I nodded happily.“That your heart still beats is an insult to everything I stand for,” Constanza spat.“I’m cool with that in the same way I’m cool ignoring this whole 'blood prestige’ thing. You gals aren’t respecting mine and you certainly aren’t explaining your rules to me, so I’m opting out of this whole 'my old lady was better at dodging arrows than yours’.”“You should not insult us this way,” my closet, newest gun-buddy cautioned me.“I agree. Do you even know who the Magyar are?” I inquired.“No,” she shrugged.“Go find out and then we can talk,” I grinned. “Until then, you are disrespecting the aim of a sniper you don’t even know exists yet is stalking you.”As they were struggling to figure that out, I groaned.“You are insulting my people without knowledge of who they are. You are asking me to show respect to your people without explaining to me why. I’m sure they were wonderful, fucking women, but I don’t know anything about them,” I related.“If you want blind obedience, go have fun with sterility,” I smirked. “I’ve got better and more far-sighted women I’d rather be with.”“Most likely you will be milked of your seed, joined with our eggs thus creating the next generation of the host,” the third girl got all riled-up. Sex.“Man,” I laughed. “Am I the only one here to have figured out that I, and the other new male hires, aren’t the only ones being tested? Really? Come on. If Katrina wanted to train me to use a gun, she could have sent me with Desiree to a private gun range and handled this stuff off-site. No. She had to put me here; with all of you.”All those smug, superior, horny chicks just realized they’d taken a philosophical snap-kick to the cranium. Tested? Amazons were tested all the fucking time. It was their culture to keep them fit, firm and alert. Best of all, the male had to be the one to bring this to their attention. I wrapped my arm around the waist of the closest Amazon and pulled her groin to my hip.“That’s okay though. I’m in this for all of you,” I murmured while looking deep into her eyes; as if we were the only two people in the world. “With your aid, I think we can do this; make it work. Don’t you?” She nodded. It was like shooting fish in a barrel. Shotguns, pistol-grip shotguns and an MP-5 joined my list of weapons I knew the basics of afterwards.Once more, I was rendered even more attractive by the fact that I could hit a man-sized target at 6 meters with a gun I had only then picked up. I had been joking about the whole 'natural born killer’ comeback. I wasn’t convinced that my ancestor’s ability to fight all their neighbors, sometimes all at the same time, made me kick-ass.Frankly, my people had lost wars to every European empire of the middle ages and modern times. You just couldn’t keep us down. Maybe resistance was genetically based. That was crazy talk…but Grandpa was a tough SOB, as was my Dad, now that I thought about it. Gramps Old Man died fighting the Russians in world war two, which was why he fled his homeland as a child.Mom’s people; they were Irish; the Irish, when not fighting for their own homeland, were fighting for some else’s. Mom didn’t get the time to teach me much, but I do recall this:The greatest lie the Irish ever tell is that they only hate the English. The Irish hate anyone they can get their hands on, even other Irish. If you don’t believe that, look at every ethnic neighborhood in the US that border an Irish enclave. They fight with them all.I got my twisted sense of humor from my Mom. I miss her so. Knowing Mom, she wouldn’t be ashamed of my infidelities. She’d probably say 'he’s test-driving until he finds the one that can keep him in line’. I hoped she wouldn’t be ashamed of me. My time was up. I had to go to Katrina’s office. Constanza banished me with a grumpy face and a dismissive wave of the hand.The chick I had put on my hip volunteered/elbowed her way to showing me out. My ID card wouldn’t open any stairwell, or elevator. She felt comfortable walking around in her underwear, plus a shoulder holstered 10 mm. Ten steps out, from her left, I snaked my hand around her back to her right hip. She looked to me and smiled.“Can you give me some advice?” I inquired.“I’ll try,” she hedged.“Well, you are clearly in excellent physical condition. I’ve been trying to put together a regimen that will get my left thigh in shape,” I started. She nodded.“I’ve a quadriceps exercise in mind, but I’m unsure about one for the gluts,” I mused. She looked uncertain. I moved my hand off her hip, over to her left hand then placed her hand force on my left buttock. We were now really close. “I’m afraid of losing my muscle tone. Can you help?”“Umm…” she hesitated. “I could think of a few things.” She worked herself up to giving my ass a good squeeze. This was not the first male butt she’d handled yet it was most likely the firmest and most sexually promising one she’d felt. Promising something she couldn’t quite envision but felt deep within her loins.She dispensed advice. I nodded appreciatively. When I asked for some kind of confirmation, she kindly put my hand on her ass which I promptly began squeezing. Like shooting fish in a barrel. We were comparing stomach and shoulder techniques on the elevator. Her name was Naomi and she was with the Security Detail and a member of House Rajah; ally of House Arinniti. Sweet!Like clockwork, Brielle and her buddy joined me in the elevator on the ground floor. They had to know somebody to track me this well. Me shirtless with an Amazon in her undies. It must be Monday morning.“This is new,” Brielle commented. “Good morning, Naomi. Forget something?”“I’m on the job,” Naomi retorted. It was the whole 'going without clothes’ thing.“Are you protecting a bare-chested Cáel from us, or us from a bare-chested Cáel?” her companion joked. Naomi’s mouth opened then shut.“I cannot talk about it. Neither one of us can,” Naomi declared with authority.“That’s right, Ladies,” I nodded. “What happens in the laundry room, stays in the laundry room.” All those who felt I’d gone to the laundry room, raise your hands. No takers.“I smell gunpowder residue,” Brielle commented after she took a close whiff.“The Dominicans, Latin Kings, and the Redneck Posse have all started fighting over that little block of paradise I call home,” I sighed regretfully. Silence.“Redneck Posse? That’s not one I’ve heard of before,” Naomi commented. Here we go!“Oh yeah,” I looked contemplative. “Ten years ago, several linguists studying Appalachian dialects paid for some native speakers to come to the city to help in their research. The hillbillies got paid, got jobs and brought their families down.”“When the grant money for the study ran out, the bumpkins had to find another way to support their kin that their minimum wage jobs couldn’t providing. Enter the Redneck Posse. Guns, meth, moonshine; they do it all. They are kind of like Afghan tribesmen except instead of being half a world away by sea, or air, they are a four, or five, hour drive down the interstate,” I concluded.The three women exchanged confused looks. The doors opened on my floor.“Oh my Goddess!” Brielle exclaimed. “That’s almost possible to believe.” I winked and left.“You mean that was a lie too?” Naomi gasped. The doors shut on that conversation as I swept through the office.I had 90 seconds to spare. Only Dora wasn’t here yet, but there was a pile of boxes on my desk. They were all looking at me as if I’d just stepped out of a pool, or a French cologne commercial. I set my clothing and valise on my tiny, now over-stacked, desk then joined the line-up.“Good morning Cáel,” Katrina looked me up and down.“I certainly hope it will be. Good morning to you too, Katrina,” I beamed. Pause.“Forgetting something?” Katrina prodded. I sniffed the air. I didn’t sense it.“Yes Ma'am, Katrina. I’m missing one thing. I hope it gets here soon,” I confirmed. Pause.“Very well, let’s get started,” Katrina began. Fabiola lost it.“What! He doesn’t have a shirt, tie, or jacket on. As far as we know, he’s not even wearing underwear,” she screeched.“Cáel, is your attire, or lack thereof, necessary for the performance of your duties?” Katrina politely inquired.“Yes it is Katrina,” I nodded.“Very well…” Katrina started over.“What possible reason could you have for being half dressed,” Fabiola ranted. “Are you going to cover yourself with oil and slither down the stairs like the snake you are?”No one said anything for a while. The rest of the 'new hires’ were coming around to the fact that Katrina and I were mocking Fabiola. Otherwise, Katrina would have shut her down. I held up my hand.“Yes Cáel,” Katrina acknowledged me, “despite the meeting having already begun and not being directly addressed by me, you may speak.” Slap!“Fabiola, I find your desire to see me oiled up a bit perplexing,” I grinned in her direction. “I would like to point out, despite the evidence you have presented today, I am not an idiot and our boss; Katrina; is not a fool. Hate me to your heart’s content, but don’t insult Katrina by thinking she doesn’t already know what I’m up to.”“She does not explain herself to me, or you, and I’m pretty sure even Hayden gets an edited view of what goes on here in Executive Services. I don’t know and I don’t care. That’s not in my job description and I’m already way out of bounds as it is,” I said. “For your sake and your sake alone, I will tell you why I’m am dressed the way I am today.”“It is part of your ritual apology,” Violet blurted. “It’s obvious. This has to do with what Hayden told him to do.” That wasn’t truly fair to Fabiola. The rest of the ladies had been rushing around getting the items I decided I needed for my public apology. Dora came bolting in right then.“I’m sorry I’m late, Katrina,” she panted. “Did I miss anything?”“No,” Katrina returned events to their proper order. “First off, for today, I’ll start with Cáel’s work review for Friday. I never thought I would say this about his on-the-clock performance. Cáel, your work output on Friday was stellar. There, I said it. Next…”That would have been a far greater treasure had that been my work report instead of Aya’s. Everyone else did well, save Tigger. She had forgotten a security sequence and had half a floor locked down for 15 minutes. At the conclusion, Buffy came in, slammed a flimsy, but aromatic, box into my chest then stormed away.“Cáel?” Katrina questioned.“Yes. Thank you,” I then turned to Fabiola. “Do you wish to have the ceremony here, or out on the main floor of Executive Services?”“I; what are you going to do?” Fabiola grew suspicious. “This is a trick to make me look foolish again.”“Fabiola, it is Hayden’s wish you hear him out,” Paula spoke. “He’s troublesome, not stupid. I don’t think he’s stupid enough to defy Hayden on this.”“Swear to me you are not going to make me look bad,” Fabiola stared at me.“What do I possess that you believe is valuable?” I countered. She had to think about that.It couldn’t be Aya. Fabiola was stumped. She had been so busy looking down her fine Roman nose at me, she had neglected to notice everything I had done and said.“Your mentor,” Daphne offered.“She has forbidden me to see her again, but thank you,” I winked at Daphne.A quick list of less than helpful suggestions followed. It turned out the only thing I valued was my freedom and I couldn’t give that up to Fabiola because that decision lay with Katrina. I would rather defy Hayden than give up sex, I lied continuously for little, or no reason. Fabiola wasn’t looking for Lent, she wanted something concrete. It simply didn’t exist.Out we went with a very distraught Fabiola and me with a bunch of small boxes. I didn’t worry about expensing all this crap. I wasn’t spending my own money anyway. I had Fabiola stand in the largest open area ES had. Even people who only had business on this floor were joining the growing body of my co-workers here to witness the spectacle.Three small brass bowels and one small oil lamp went to the four compass points; I even had a compass. I put sand in one, water in another and dry ice in the third. I lit the lamp.“This symbols me calling the four corners of Terra to bear witness: Earth, Air, Fire and Water,” I explained. Next I wrote down Fabiola’s name on a slip of paper in Old Kingdom Hittite.I burned it. Fabiola frowned. She was the only one. I dropped the ashes into a glass of water.“With this, I take back my curse. I swallow it, thus swallowing my words,” I explained to Fabiola. I drank the whole thing. That accomplished, I pulled a small silver owl out of an unopened box to a series of murmurs. “This is a gift to your house. Minerva (the Roman Athena) is your patron Goddess. I do honor to her for bringing you back.” I handed her the owl.Her expression told me she was still waiting for the trap to be sprung on her. I wrote out my name, in Magyar then held it up to Fabiola.“This is my name, Cáel Nyilas, in my native tongue,” I told her. I burned it, ground up the ashes with my fingers. With a little bit of coordinated effort, I drew the word 'forgiveness’ in Old Kingdom Hittite over my heart.The last box. It was Dobos Tortas, a sweet treat from my native land; Hungary, not Chicago.“Please accept this gift as a symbol of my apology and my desire to seek your forgiveness,” I looked into Fabiola’s eyes. The weight came crushing down on her. Virtually all the women around her wanted me to be forgiven.Not because they hated her. Most barely knew her; or me. It was the ceremony. Simple, relatively quick yet individualized by the giving of gifts designed for each participant. Deep in her twisted little soul, Fabiola still expected a trap, trick, or joke at her expense. She probably thought the 'cookies’ were poisoned.“I forgive you,” Fabiola stated. She put her hand on my shoulder. “Share a treat with me.” I even let her pick out the one to stick in my mouth. Maybe she thought I had the antidote, or maybe she decided I was on the up-and-up. The crowd of Amazons made happy, communal noises and we all parted as friends…okay, friends and their dancing bear; me.Katrina snuck up on me as a handful of woman thanked me for the insightful ceremony. I told them they were welcome while neglecting to inform them that I made all of that up. Part of it was Wiccan. Part was some 1960’s Italian movie I’d seen. A few things I pulled out of my ass, like normal.“Put on your clothes,” Katrina handed me my things. “You did well. I am sure Hayden will be equally pleased.”“No problem,” I looked at her appreciatively. I felt a cerebral connection evolving between us.“Put on your shirt before I start licking your nipples,” Katrina demanded. Damn it.Wait, things got better. As I looked away from Katrina and started getting dressed, Buffy appeared before me. I bet I could have melted an ice cap with the head of steam she’d built up.“Do you like dressing as a male stripper? Do you like women drooling all over you?” Buffy sizzled.“No; yes,” I responded.“I hate you,” she snapped.“I admire the fact that you can pull off the lead in Madame Butterfly,” I bantered back.“Let’s get to work,” Buffy growled. Off we went.(Elsa Round Three)“Hello Stanica,” Buffy greeted the SD guard at the gym facility door. That was new. Normally it was a card-swipe and in you went. Buffy and I were dressed for a workout; per orders.“Full-bloods only,” Stanica stopped Buffy. Ah, racism was raising its ugly head.“How am I supposed to get in?” I countered. This appointment was in our queue for 11 a.m.“You have been summoned,” Stanica clarified.“Cool…I’ll be back in 70 days. Good job Chuckles,” I grinned.“You have been summoned,” she threatened with a great deal more menace.“He works for me today,” Buffy yawned. “That means he goes where I go. Cáel doesn’t have a queue today, I do. He’s my intern. If you won’t let me in, then he doesn’t go in. Let’s go Cáel.”Stanica grabbed my arm.“He goes in. You stay,” she insisted.“Cáel; resist,” Buffy ordered. To Stanica, “Knock yourself out.” Stanica briefly tried to move me. Then she went for some kind of control-hold/lock. Brazilian jujitsu, Baby.It is not some kind of 'super’ martial art. As far as I knew, none of them were. If you were trying to break, or establish physical control over another person, it was pretty spectacular though. Along with the Amazon 'house’ style, she knew something akin to Krav Maga. Stanica was hampered by her unwillingness to do me serious harm, as was I toward her.The difference was, all I had to do was stay in the hallway, while Stanica had to get me through the doors. The stalemate was broken by two fresh full-bloods coming from the changing room to the facilities.“Sisters, assist me,” Stanica called out. “Help me wrestle him to the ground without undo damage.” They came forward and jumped me.“Are you on official Havenstone business?” Buffy politely inquired as they dog piled on me.“Shut up,” Stanica yelled.“Failing to adequately explain the situation,” Buffy quick drew her pistol and pressed it to the temple of one of the two new Amazons, “informs me you are willingly interfering in official Executive Services business.”“By all means, give me an excuse to file an incident report,” Buffy grinned feral.“Do it and you die, 'Lost Blood’ (Old Kingdom Hittite),” the threatened woman responded.“Boss, may I suggest an alternative?” I ground up. They had me pressed down in the hall.“I’m willing to accept you were hired for your intelligence,” Buffy allowed.“Trust me. I got this,” I snickered. Buffy didn’t trust me, yet she knew my tone well. Buffy holstered her weapon and stood back.“This isn’t over, Buffy,” the Amazon she’d pulled down on snapped.“Go for it,” Buffy chuckled. “You are running off with Katrina’s male. I was trying to assert her rights and you have defied her. I gleefully await her judgment.”The woman snarled then grunted as my three captures pulled me up. Buffy was on her phone, typing away a text when the women realized my feet weren’t planted under me. I started to topple over.“Stand up, damn you,” Stanica demanded. I looked to Buffy for confirmation of that order. She smiled while indicating nothing.“Stand up,” the third Amazon insisted. She backed that up with a jab to my left kidney. Damn, this place was hellishly unlucky for the left side of my body. That did not encourage me to stand.“Fine, we’ll drag him in,” Stanica changed up. I didn’t resist one bit. I acted like dead weight.This scene was made all the more precious by the audience Elsa had gathered for whatever exhibition she had planned for me. The whole sparring area was surrounded by Amazons clearly waiting on me. Most were cross-legged though a few knelt behind the first rank. I could see Elsa, spear in hand, watching those three lugging me in from her position in the Southwest corner of the mats.“What’s wrong with him?” Elsa inquired calmly.“He is afraid,” Stanica answered. I would have replied, but I knew silence would be far more cutting. See; everyone expect me to have a comeback. My quiet unsettled them. The three unceremoniously dumped me next to the Northeast corner. I lay there.I had noticed two axes about a meter in on the mat. I pulled myself into a position where my butt was resting on my heels.“My Sisters,” Elsa began. “There has been some interest in Cáel’s two-axe style as well as various theories on how to defeat it. Today, I will display the long spear technique’s ability to overcome this problem.”“Cáel, pick up the axes and prepare yourself. I will wait until you indicate your readiness,” Elsa nodded my way. Very friendly. I looked around a bit, rather bored. “Cáel?” she repeated. I looked at Elsa.“Oh, were you under some delusion that you could tell me what to do, Elsa?” I replied. There was a hush for so many reasons. Elsa being denied, a man denying anything to any of them, and my cavalier, even dismissive attitude toward the Full-blooded assembly.“Under what delusion do you think you can safely defy me?” Elsa smiled shark-like.“Hmmm,” I mused, “let me think. You are not Hayden, Katrina, or Buffy; my chain of command. You are not Aya, who I love. You are not acting in my best interest as it relates to Havenstone. Yeah, that should about cover it.”“I am a woman of Havenstone and I am giving you, a male, an order. There is no acceptable reason to disobey,” Elsa countered.“You are incorrect,” I began. The ladies around me didn’t like that. “I cannot betray my Amazons. You do not possess the power to force me to disappoint them.”“Your Amazons?” A chocolate Amazon with a shaved pate jumped up. “We are not 'yours’, filth.”“Were you born stupid, or has education made you that way?” I spat back. An ass-whooping was in the offing.“If you came at Hayden, or Katrina, do you think I’d sit idly by and let them fight alone?” I kept at it, though I remained kneeling. “If you threaten any member of Executive Services, or House Epona, make peace with your Ancestors because I will fight, bleed and die for MY Amazons. I’ve already proved that oath. Your opinion on the matter is less than rat-piss to me.”I’m sure arrogance has a use. I haven’t found one yet, but I don’t ignore the possibility. Chocolate chick grabbed for my hair, ready to slit my throat the moment she tilted my head back. This would have been appropriate if I was one of their old male population. Only total arrogance had kept her from actually listening to the words of defiance coming out of my mouth.I caught her hand, flipped her over and drove the top of her skull into the mat. That shoots a numbing jolt right up the spine, I can tell you from experience. I snatched the knife from her helpless fingers as she finished flipping over, her head closest to me then pressed the blade to her jugular.“Not a single person in this room matters to me. The only person that should matter to you, is me,” I stated calmly and quietly. “That being the case, chose your next words carefully and with due consideration of everything I’ve said before this moment.” I was going to die if I killed her. That wouldn’t save her life from her own, small, razor-sharp blade.Almost a minute passed.“Cáel, give me my blade,” she replied in a rather brave voice. I pulled my hand up, spun the blade around and pressed it into her palm. She slowly sat up and swiveled around until we were face to face, her cross-legged and me, back to my kneeling pose. Her eyes were ice cold.“I was never in any danger, was I?” the woman half-asked, half stated.“Of course not. I would never shame Katrina that way. I’d kill for her. Killing an Amazon to save my own life would not be something she’d allow,” I explained as much to the room as the woman.“Don’t lie,” another Amazon teased me; thankfully. It was Traska Maza; from the Medical Center. “I heard you murdered an Amazon on Friday; end of business.”“Yep,” I confessed. “Hayden has admonished me from repeating that method of assassination. I swear that if Fabiola keeps calling 'Runners’ 'Lost Bloods’, I’m going to figure out another way to get her.”“The term 'Lost Blood’ is the term we use. Accept it, Male,” Stanica growled. I had to think about that. I stood up, so I had a good view of the SD bitch. I also had to work up the proper insult. Anything I directed at Stanica would be useless. I knew their weakness though.“Hey,” I addressed my African opponent.“Stanica’s mother mated with her own paternal male to give birth to Stanica. I read it in an inner-office e-mail.” Total lie, but the 'lie’ wasn’t mine. It was from an unnamed Amazon and it insulted her bloodline, something she truly valued. I glared at Stanica. “That is why it is insulting. In a blood-conscious culture, you are rubbing their noses in a fact beyond their control.”“I agree,” Oneida spoke up. “'Lost Bloods’ is insulting. I had never questioned that before. 'Runners is a better term. I will ask my house to use it from now on.”“That’s not going to save him,” Stanica seethed.“Do you want to know where the memo came from?” I inquired of Stanica.“There is no memo,” Stanica snapped. I shrugged.“Why would I make it up? Such a deadly insult?” I pressed the point. Oh, I had made it up because I hate bigotry, especially when it is aimed at someone who was almost a friend.“Who?” she glared.“I don’t know, but I know who does,” I offered. “She’s right outside that door,” I pointed to the main entrance. Now, do people recall that divide I was talking about way back in Chapter Two? It worked both ways. Full-bloods were aware of the oppression they exerted on their 'Lost Blood/Runner’ sisters. Creeping around in the back of some of their minds was the worry that those newcomers resented their superiors.Had the two groups been truly united, Stanica wouldn’t have given my bluff a second glance. Here was the backlash of being a bigot; the idea that those you hated, hating you right back. In short order, Buffy was by my side and listening to Stanica’s grievance. Finally we were speaking English again.“Man, Desiree is going to be so sorry she missed this,” Buffy looked down at me.I was kneeling again so she was able to appear lofty and run her hand through my hair the way she liked to do when she was extra horny for me. I also liked the way her boobs nearly obscured her face from my view. Very nice tits.“Stanica, he lied to you,” Buffy revealed.“I knew it! Stand aside, I’m going to gut the little shit,” Stanica started to come at me.“No you don’t,” Buffy interposed herself. “See, Cáel was following his instructions and he used your idiocy against you, Dumbass,” she gloated to Stanica. “He was ordered to serve at my side today, so that is what he did. Who in the right mind would commit anything about blood prestige to an office e-mail anyway? It wasn’t even up to his normally superb level of deception.”“Then he should be punished for lying to me,” Stanica seethed.“I told him to,” Buffy wasn’t even lying. She’d approved my plan the moment she agreed to 'trust me’.“When?” Elsa requested. She was coming our way. Buffy looked over her shoulder.“Funny, you don’t look like Katrina, Elsa,” Buffy guffawed. “Make an official request through the proper channels. You don’t get to tell me what to do.”“Do we need to clarify our positions?” Elsa menaced. I jumped up and took up a boxing stance. With Stanica on one side, Elsa on the other and the preference of Amazons to gang up on opponents, I had to have her back.“Kneel,” Buffy tapped my shoulder. I knelt. “Honestly Elsa, Cáel fucked me so hard and long this weekend that even your pettiness doesn’t annoy me today. Now, why are we here?”“He’s not allowed to have sex,” Traska seemed a bit distressed. Me having sex outside the office had never occurred to her apparently.“Strangely, I have all of you to thank for that,” Buffy smugly regarded the room. “While you let Constanza and Crewe ambush him then sat back uselessly while he kicked both their asses, gazed on as he refused to take advantage of Constanza once she was clearly incapable of resisting and let her put a blade to his throat, he found a way to legally sleep with me.”“Afraid? With a blade to his throat, he couldn’t care less about any of you,” Buffy regaled them. “Oh, we know you don’t care what he thinks; or what I think. Well, welcome to the world you’ve created. I don’t care what you think. Blood Prestige? I’ll only give as much respect as I’m given. I am embarrassed I ever thought any of you were better than me.”“My prestige is that I volunteered for this lifestyle. I made a choice that no one else in this room ever had the courage to make; to abandon my old life for another, unknown one. From here on out, I’m going to be like Cáel. One of you bitches puts a hand on me, be ready to back it up,” Buffy challenged them. Not the best move as far as I could tell.“Be prepared to be put in your place,” Elsa grinned.“Go right ahead. Don’t get too worked up. There are around a hundred of my fellow; 'Runners’ at the door,” Buffy smirked.“It is best to end this rebellion right now,” the chocolate opponent stood up.“Over what?” I looked up. I hated Buffy making me kneel. “The 'Runners’ are doing the exact same tasks you are doing. They want to be awarded respect for that.”“This is not your place,” the woman stated to me. As an afterthought. “Ngozi.”“Thank you,” I acknowledged her consideration of giving me her name.“Ha,” Buffy snorted. “Oh…rebellion? Let’s just say when we realized that (dead word) meant Lost Bloods, we were; unhappy. All this weekend, this petty insult had been spreading out to all our non-Full-blood sisters. Actually, we have come up with two alternatives. One was to approach Hayden with our grievance.”“The other was to start calling the rest of you (dead word) (which meant 'Poison Bloods’),” Buffy stared down the festering crowd. “After all, we are all fertile and the few children we have been allowed to have are born without defect.” Amazons don’t threaten often. Normally they simply go straight to the punishment. I was somewhat of an exception for reasons that somehow alluded me.I tried to stand again, but Buffy pushed me back down. Pain was imminent then the muttering began. Around us, small clumps of Full-bloods began pushing for space. That could only mean they were getting ready to fight and since they weren’t close to us, they were getting ready to fight their own sisters.I doubted they were enamored with me, or the 'Runner’ cause. This was a common sense reaction. They recognized a no-win contest when they saw it. 'Runners’ were demanding respect; same recognition for taking the same risks. They weren’t even asking for admission into the 'Host’; the true Amazons and their House structure.The tipping points in this protest had been Fabiola and the loyalist opposition led by Helena, the only 'Runner’ close enough to my struggle Friday afternoon that could have started it. Remember, the Old Kingdom Hittite language was a closely guarded secret. So secret that Buffy, despite her years of loyal service, hadn’t been taught it.There had been decades of small slights that led to this. It wasn’t me, except for the definition thing. Fabiola was hardly an aberration. The other female 'new hires’ were more the exception than the rule. That was probably why Katrina had chosen them. In her profession; internal and external security; creative thinking and flexibility were as important as blood lines.“Excuse me,” a soft voice penetrated the chaos. The noise died down. Tessa Carmichael moved through the crowd to the mat. “Oh, by the Seven Sister Goddesses, of course Cáel Nyilas is here.” Then, in English, “Buffy, pardon me but I think this needs my attention.” See, a good ass-reaming is done in a target’s native language. Tessa went back to Old Kingdom Hittite.“Why are there a 150 sisters outside in the hall milling around?” Tessa began. She held up her hand to truncate the various responses. “Why does it look like you are all preparing for a general melee? Lastly, why are Buffy and Cáel even here? You would think that after his last episod

Becoming something of value has its downside.By FinalStand. Listen and subscribe to the podcast at Steamy Stories.-Live fast, die young and leave a…No. Enjoy life and die when it is your time. Your corpse will the least of your concerns if there really is an Afterlife- (Monday)-Ah…no sex…not sure how that happened-For some God-unknown reason I was showing up to work at 6 a.m. Monday. I swear, one of these days I’m going to show up to work naked. If asked why, I’ll claim that it wasn’t in my brilliantly scripted orders. I would then beg forgiveness for ‘assuming’ I was allowed to breath, or even be conscious. We’d all laugh. Nothing would change.They were never going to give me advance warning of what my latest errand entailed. I don’t think it was in them.“You’ve made to Week Three,” Buffy sneered as we entered the garage beneath Havenstone’s skyscraper. “I’m flabbergasted.”“So am I; flabbergasted that is,” I nodded sagely. “I had no idea you knew what flabbergasted meant.”Punch. Definitely back to the old Buffy.“You need a haircut,” she commented. My phone beeped. I had data packet. I had received them before; just not from this place. I opened it up as we exited the car and made for elevators.“Holy Bat-shit Bat-Bunny!” I gasped. “Hayden’s written me a letter.”“Really?” Buffy was momentarily non-psychotic. I showed her my screen. Hayden had made an official declaration; something that would be in the records of the Amazons from now until forever.Any and all males of Havenstone; specifically one Cáel Nyilas; were to forthwith and immediately stop spiritually assassinating any and all Amazons and Amazon recruits. Furthermore, I was admonished for murdering Fabiola Dobrani and, under penalty of an unmentioned punishment, I was to publicly rejoice at her resurrection.Life was relentless. Buffy’s phone rang. She got the same message I did…as did every freaking Amazon in the building. I didn’t think the guys would be getting this memo.“I wonder how the Chicklettes are going to take this,” I mused. The doors opened before Buffy could formulate her comeback.Relentless may have not been a strong enough word. Waiting for us in two distinct groups were Constanza with two SD Playboy Bunnies; opposite them was Oneida. Oneida looked…enamored. This wasn’t curiosity about what my meat would feel like as it made her weep tears of rapture.This was a weekend binge of watching some of the best received, twenty-something, romantic movies of the past ten years. It was hard for me to decide which group was more divorced from reality; the Amazon man-haters, or the 'Hollywood was real’ babe.“I’m going to get a bite to eat,” Buffy announced. Entering the garage had completed her bodyguard duties.Oneida had the higher prestige so she came first.“Hi Cáel Nyilas,” she stepped up and greeted me. She extended her hand; for me to shake. Amazons clasped forearm to forearm. I greeted her Amazon-style.“It is good to see you again, Oneida of House Arinniti,” I replied. She looked upset.“You know who I am,” she sighed with disappointment.“Please believe me,” I stroked the side of her left cheek to the top of her ear, “had I known Friday, I would have finished up by impaled myself on your spear and cleared up a whole manner of things. Why does it matter to you that I know who you are?”“I…I didn’t want to be treated as anyone special,” she gazed up at me with innocent eyes.“That’s not going to be a problem,” I chuckled. “To me, you are nothing but another psycho-bitch that’s trying to kill me. You are a black-hearted, soulless creation of Hell and I hate your guts, Oneida.”“But you saved my life?” she whimpered. She was a bit more unbalanced than the normal babe employed here. Yay me.“And? See, this is why my description of you and your sisters is so accurate,” I smiled while I explained. “I would try to save almost anyone because it is the right thing to do. The only reason saving you was a mistake was that it caused me to fall further into Hayden’s favor. Now she’s going to expect that shit on a regular basis solely because you are of House Arinniti.”“Ah; I like you,” Oneida pleaded.“Why?” I asked.“You risked so much for Aya. You made her laugh and smile. You…you acted as if you cared for her; as if you were her own mother,” Oneida told me. “Was that a deception too?”“Hmmm…not what I expected,” I mused. “Fine, realizing that I was with Aya for her sake and hers alone raises you up a step in my estimations. I’m not being deceptive about how I feel about this place, Oneida. Here, let me prove it.” I looked to Constanza. “Constanza, do I hate your guts?”She glared at me. “Constanza, if I thought I could get away with it, would I shove a fragmentation grenade up your ass and pull the pin?” No response.“See,” I grinned to the gawking Oneida, “I’m not being deceptive about how I feel about this place. My opinion matters not at all to these women yet they know I’ll never act on my hate because of my own, perverse Code of Conduct. I’m not going to run away and I’m not going to stop being me. I’m certainly not going to fall in love with anyone here.”“Oh,” she muttered.“I have to go to work now. Have a nice day,” I turned to Constanza. “Are you my work buddy today?”“Male, come with us,” Constanza snapped. Off the four of us walked; right back to the elevator.Down we went, past any level my ID card could have accessed. Devo’s Working in the Coal Mine sprang to mind, so I hummed it. I was feeling completely at ease. Constanza stood behind me, while the other two stood at either side, but half a step back so they were right at the edge of my peripheral vision. I felt like a team player; an interregnal part of my imminent demise.The group marched past the Armory. I waved to my old friend, the Kindergarten Cop. She glowered. Amazons were not martinets. They were clean-cut and proud, but vigilance meant much more than a scuff mark on a boot, or a gaze locked on the farther wall. Our trip deposited in yet another room I could never access.I was the first one through the door. I almost froze. For starters, the room was around 15 meters wide and 6 meters deep. In the center of the room was an 8x2meter table. On the table where a wide variety of firearms and ammunition. Automatic pistols, revolvers, shotguns and submachine guns plus multiple clips, or speed-loaders for them all.They hadn’t brought me here to murder me with Death by multiple calibers. If they wanted me dead, they would have blown my brains out already then put a gun in my hand in a hopeless attempt to fool Katrina. The number of guns didn’t even impress me. The far wall was transparent and through it I could see multiple ladies in sports bras and boy shorts shooting away on a firing range.Holy Mother of God! I was here for weapons training. What the Hell had gone wrong? As I moved deeper into the room, one SD Femi-Nazi moved down the left wall, the other moved down the right and Constanza remained two steps behind me.“Please clarify my task for this time period, Constanza?” I requested. The look she shot me was lethal.“The weapons present are ones you have stated you have a familiarity with as well as others in common usage here at Havenstone. All the rounds are hollow points, or slugs. Chose which weapons you wish to qualify in, load your clips and inform me when you have completed this part of the assignment.”“Thank you,” I nodded then set to the task at hand. Constanza clearly had expected me to be a smart ass. I had used learning about guns to get tail. That didn’t mean I disrespected the weapons. I picked up several side arms, testing their weight and grips before deciding on the .40 Smith & Wesson Glock-22.I felt the ammo, making sure I wouldn’t be running around with blanks this time. This shit was real. Elsa had claimed she’d rather be skinned alive than let any man bear weapons in her Havenstone. Maybe I shouldn’t have felt her up, or given that massage to that med tech, or stripped in the elevator. I was a really, truly naughty boy.Most women spank naughty boys. My tormentors tend to fuck with my mind because, ya know, it’s harder to defend against that crap. Also, there is not a hand lotion made that will soothe the ravaged psyche. I began loading the clips.“Is that the only one you are taking?” Constanza eventually broke down and asked.“I don’t want to waste your time,” I replied. “This is my favorite pistol. I’ve shot .22, .38, 9 mm, and .45, but I’m most comfortable with this one. Maybe later I can work with the shotguns. I haven’t a clue how to handle anything else.” I could see it in her eyes; 'damn him; he’s making sense.’There was one final way I could fuck up. I didn’t. I knew firearms etiquette. Don’t load your gun before taking your station at the range. Sure, all the crazy chicks could do it, but that was part of their jobs; killing things. I was a novice. I picked out some ear protection and an adequate hip holster in case Constanza wanted me to fire from the draw.I was clearly not making her day by not screwing up.“This way,” she barked. She accessed the door leading to the range and out we stepped. All around, the firing slowly died. For each of the women, there was a second of disbelief followed by several more seconds of outrage.Lust was where the emotional landslide ended. I was 'That’ guy. I wasn’t something they could codify. I made meaningful, defiant eye contact, I dressed to impress, and I was known to be courageous. Having Hayden decide that she wanted to mate with me didn’t hurt my appeal one bit. I could already tell they were figuring out where to shoot me so that I could still have sex an hour later.I was a man in Havenstone with a gun after all. I was the equivalent of the Pope in Mecca; it just didn’t happen. My booth was nice and comfy. After placing my gear on the table,“What do I do next?”“Ear guards; check weapon; load, chamber, announce your preparation to fire; fire as quickly and accurately as possible. Reload and fire until you have uses all rounds,” she commanded.Hmm…six meters. Standard human-scored target. I hadn’t done this in a year. I shook my limbs out to get ready for the shock and recoil then steadied my breathing. Fifteen rounds, starting at the ready stance.“Ready,” I pronounced.“Begin,” was Constanza’s muffled command. The report of the first shot, the sting of the recoil, the pull on the arm and the shell ejecting; all of those rolled over me before I could count. I almost missed the automatic slide staying open. Down went the old magazine even as my left hand retrieved and leveraged the next one in.A problem presented itself. The girl who first taught me was pretty good; in the 'if you couldn’t find the prerequisite number of bullet holes in the target, everyone assumed the missing bullet had passed through one of the previous penetrations’ kind of way. I was pretty lucky. She took a red hot poker to me and was thankfully far less accurate.She was so incredibly beautiful; so furious with me, naked and chasing me around a cabin lit solely by the fireplace, with that firebrand in her hand. Maybe it was wrong of me to take her English professor up to the girl’s cabin for a sexual rendezvous; or stick the professor in the closet when the poor lady absolutely had go to the bathroom. Or fucked the girl on her bear skin rug until the professor had to come out of said closet before she urinated. I know; I’m an idiot.Fifteen bullets into the first target had made a mess of it. Since there was no one in either station around me, I started shooting at the target to the left. I put the last magazine into the one on the right. It took me well over thirty seconds to get all 45 shots off, but I did it.“Done,” I stated as I put the gun down and took a half-step back.“Do you shoot pistols a lot?” one of my other guards asked in amazement. They had undoubtedly seen better speed and marksmanship. It was their cosmically low opinion of me that made my effort so impossible to believe.“No, I’m a Natural Born Killer,” I grinned at the three of them.“Males are arrogant and take things for granted. They are sloppy,” Constanza sneered.“It never fails to surprise me that you don’t accept that your ancestors were some of the toughest bitches to ever walk the planet,” I muttered.“What does that mean?” Constanza growled.“Warriors so tough they are remembered thousands of years later and your founders escaped with their lives; as opposed to all those Trojans, Hittites and Lydians who ended up decorating graves with their bones,” I glared back. “What I mean is; why does me having a weapon really bother you? I’m am totally out-numbered, out-classed and out-gunned.”“I don’t want to die. I’m definitely not suicidal. I’ll even take bullets, arrows and blades for you people,” I snarled. “Quite frankly, all of this paranoia is really starting to get on my nerves, so fucking Cut it out!”“You do not tell us what to do,” Constanza ground out. She’d grabbed my chin with one hand.“I’ll keep that in mind next time an Amazon’s life is in danger and a simply warning from me could save their life. Be assured I’ll put your directive down for the reason they croaked,” I countered.“If it was up to me, you would be killed for your insolence,” she growled.“Does it ever occur to you it is the other way around?” I touched her wrist.“What?” Constanza was both irate and uncertain.“You are where you are because you have a habit of making poor decision on a strategic level,” I explained. Apparently I wanted to die.“Why does anyone like you?” Constanza muttered.“Like me? Most people who know me, hate me; like you. The difference is they get to know me first then they hate me. You haven’t gotten the full Cáel experience yet. You hate me on a purely generic level. Real hate comes from knowing me,” I grinned.Like so much that comes from my lips, that was a lie. To be truthful, most of the women I had wronged over the past four years forgave me; eventually. Most of them figured out that I hadn’t cheated on them; I cheated on EVERY girl I was with, but one; my mentor. She was the one who tossed me out among the female population in the first place.Some ladies did hold a grudge. There is one chick who burns me in effigy every year on the date of our break up. I should have known better. It was my freshman year and she was a Psychology teaching assistant. Most psych majors are wacko; more wacko than most pissed of women, I have learned from experience. I’ll still date them. I also take more care about what I eat and drink around them too.“I’m glad to know you will be gone soon,” she seethed then removed her hand from my chin.“Constanza, you really need to stop trusting me so much,” I chuckled.“I don’t trust you at all,” she countered.“But you are taking my word for it that women hate me,” I snickered.“More importantly, you are ignoring the facts. The majority of the women at Havenstone who like me, do so for reasons totally devoid of any intimacy. We both know I can be a jerk. I’m being a jerk right now; to you. What separates us is that I have no doubt that if you were in danger, I would come to your aid. That is the kind of person I am,” I related calmly.“That would never happen,” Constanza insisted.“I don’t care what you think,” I shot back. “I don’t make decisions based on your whimsy. I follow my leadership. I know I’m loyal. Now, can we please get back to the reason we are all here?”The scoring indicated that I was so lucky that girl came at me with the poker. I missed six shots out of 45, which I thought was awesome. I even managed to badly tear up the chests of the front and left targets. The target on the right was still 'dead’, but he could be buried in a tuxedo. I had one head shot; it wasn’t on purpose.We went back to the gun room, reloaded my Glock, a .38 Colt and a Mossberg shotgun. One guard went with me while Constanza and the second guard scored my first round. Back in the firing lane, I lost all firearms ability what so ever. I was saved by three shooters who volunteered to help. See how easy that was? They helped me with my stances, reload techniques and argued the merits of hip holster, ankle holsters and shoulder holsters.To reciprocate their hospitality, I stripped off my annoying jacket, tie, shirt and undershirt. We got into a discussion of spent rounds bouncing around and maybe scaring the shooter. For the Amazons, it was training to ignore painful distractions. I stopped; leveled by an epic brainstorm; and fired off an order to Executive Services; care of Daphne.“What are you doing?” one of the new lethality-engines asked, somewhat piqued.“Oh, I have to celebrate Fabiola’s resurrection; Hayden’s orders; and that is going to require supernatural aids,” I replied. I was back on track in their eyes.“What was it like to feel the strength of the Ancestors flow through you?” the second one whispered. This Ancestors and Goddess crap; mysticism was real to them. I’ve never claimed to be a deity though I’ve insinuated that I was the blood descendant of the Goddess Ishtar; reference the Wiccan Priestess; and her circle of naked female celebrants.The answer, not a total lie, was pure Amazon.“I didn’t feel anything,” I could sense their disappointment. “You know, all I felt was the spear and nothing else. Absolutely nothing else mattered. All other burdens and pains were lifted from me so I could devote myself entirely to the task at hand; hold the spear aloft.”They ate it up because the 'stillness’ was at their core of martial mystique. Bushido had it too except they called it 'No Mind’, or something like that. To be honest, I had come by that state of being through sex. My focus narrowed down to my partner and all of her actions and reactions. For a lowly male, like me, to possess that quality must have been divine intervention.“You did a wonderful thing; channeling the Ancestors that way,” the third stated. “Oneida is precious to the Host.”“I beg to differ,” I regarded her with a quirky smirk. “Every life is precious. When you start weighing a person’s life before you chose to save it, you have lost much more than that split second; you have lost a piece of your soul.”Oh look. I was lecturing them and they didn’t like it.“Try looking at it from my viewpoint for a second,” I knew they couldn’t. “I’m a lowly male caught up in your fiendish experiment. I don’t know who any of you are beyond the reality that you would casually harm, or even kill me for any number of reasons.”“You clearly think I should cower and cow-tow to your whims and wishes,” I took in their negative reactions. “I’m not. That’s not me. Instead, I’m going to run errands, learn to fight, laugh, play and have a great time. If it matters; I know it doesn’t to you; I am Cáel Nyilas, son of Ferko, son of Árpád of the Magyar. 'Where there is Valor, there is Hope’,” I added.That wasn’t my family motto. We were from poor, immigrant stock. My grandparents spoke Hungarian. I knew a little of it, just not enough to be considered fluent. I knew some Vlach (Romanian) too. When your neighbors are screaming insults at you, it pays to know exactly what they are saying. Again, I’m not fluent in Vlach, but I could get in a bar fight over what I did know.“Your lineage is inconsequential,” Constanza snapped. She’d come back; yippee!“How did I do, Jefe?” I beamed happiness her way.“I hate you,” she said through clenched teeth. I must have done better than I thought.“Well, that’s good. Maybe, under your instruction, I’ll almost be a match for the other fine ladies down here one day in the distant future,” I nodded happily.“That your heart still beats is an insult to everything I stand for,” Constanza spat.“I’m cool with that in the same way I’m cool ignoring this whole 'blood prestige’ thing. You gals aren’t respecting mine and you certainly aren’t explaining your rules to me, so I’m opting out of this whole 'my old lady was better at dodging arrows than yours’.”“You should not insult us this way,” my closet, newest gun-buddy cautioned me.“I agree. Do you even know who the Magyar are?” I inquired.“No,” she shrugged.“Go find out and then we can talk,” I grinned. “Until then, you are disrespecting the aim of a sniper you don’t even know exists yet is stalking you.”As they were struggling to figure that out, I groaned.“You are insulting my people without knowledge of who they are. You are asking me to show respect to your people without explaining to me why. I’m sure they were wonderful, fucking women, but I don’t know anything about them,” I related.“If you want blind obedience, go have fun with sterility,” I smirked. “I’ve got better and more far-sighted women I’d rather be with.”“Most likely you will be milked of your seed, joined with our eggs thus creating the next generation of the host,” the third girl got all riled-up. Sex.“Man,” I laughed. “Am I the only one here to have figured out that I, and the other new male hires, aren’t the only ones being tested? Really? Come on. If Katrina wanted to train me to use a gun, she could have sent me with Desiree to a private gun range and handled this stuff off-site. No. She had to put me here; with all of you.”All those smug, superior, horny chicks just realized they’d taken a philosophical snap-kick to the cranium. Tested? Amazons were tested all the fucking time. It was their culture to keep them fit, firm and alert. Best of all, the male had to be the one to bring this to their attention. I wrapped my arm around the waist of the closest Amazon and pulled her groin to my hip.“That’s okay though. I’m in this for all of you,” I murmured while looking deep into her eyes; as if we were the only two people in the world. “With your aid, I think we can do this; make it work. Don’t you?” She nodded. It was like shooting fish in a barrel. Shotguns, pistol-grip shotguns and an MP-5 joined my list of weapons I knew the basics of afterwards.Once more, I was rendered even more attractive by the fact that I could hit a man-sized target at 6 meters with a gun I had only then picked up. I had been joking about the whole 'natural born killer’ comeback. I wasn’t convinced that my ancestor’s ability to fight all their neighbors, sometimes all at the same time, made me kick-ass.Frankly, my people had lost wars to every European empire of the middle ages and modern times. You just couldn’t keep us down. Maybe resistance was genetically based. That was crazy talk…but Grandpa was a tough SOB, as was my Dad, now that I thought about it. Gramps Old Man died fighting the Russians in world war two, which was why he fled his homeland as a child.Mom’s people; they were Irish; the Irish, when not fighting for their own homeland, were fighting for some else’s. Mom didn’t get the time to teach me much, but I do recall this:The greatest lie the Irish ever tell is that they only hate the English. The Irish hate anyone they can get their hands on, even other Irish. If you don’t believe that, look at every ethnic neighborhood in the US that border an Irish enclave. They fight with them all.I got my twisted sense of humor from my Mom. I miss her so. Knowing Mom, she wouldn’t be ashamed of my infidelities. She’d probably say 'he’s test-driving until he finds the one that can keep him in line’. I hoped she wouldn’t be ashamed of me. My time was up. I had to go to Katrina’s office. Constanza banished me with a grumpy face and a dismissive wave of the hand.The chick I had put on my hip volunteered/elbowed her way to showing me out. My ID card wouldn’t open any stairwell, or elevator. She felt comfortable walking around in her underwear, plus a shoulder holstered 10 mm. Ten steps out, from her left, I snaked my hand around her back to her right hip. She looked to me and smiled.“Can you give me some advice?” I inquired.“I’ll try,” she hedged.“Well, you are clearly in excellent physical condition. I’ve been trying to put together a regimen that will get my left thigh in shape,” I started. She nodded.“I’ve a quadriceps exercise in mind, but I’m unsure about one for the gluts,” I mused. She looked uncertain. I moved my hand off her hip, over to her left hand then placed her hand force on my left buttock. We were now really close. “I’m afraid of losing my muscle tone. Can you help?”“Umm…” she hesitated. “I could think of a few things.” She worked herself up to giving my ass a good squeeze. This was not the first male butt she’d handled yet it was most likely the firmest and most sexually promising one she’d felt. Promising something she couldn’t quite envision but felt deep within her loins.She dispensed advice. I nodded appreciatively. When I asked for some kind of confirmation, she kindly put my hand on her ass which I promptly began squeezing. Like shooting fish in a barrel. We were comparing stomach and shoulder techniques on the elevator. Her name was Naomi and she was with the Security Detail and a member of House Rajah; ally of House Arinniti. Sweet!Like clockwork, Brielle and her buddy joined me in the elevator on the ground floor. They had to know somebody to track me this well. Me shirtless with an Amazon in her undies. It must be Monday morning.“This is new,” Brielle commented. “Good morning, Naomi. Forget something?”“I’m on the job,” Naomi retorted. It was the whole 'going without clothes’ thing.“Are you protecting a bare-chested Cáel from us, or us from a bare-chested Cáel?” her companion joked. Naomi’s mouth opened then shut.“I cannot talk about it. Neither one of us can,” Naomi declared with authority.“That’s right, Ladies,” I nodded. “What happens in the laundry room, stays in the laundry room.” All those who felt I’d gone to the laundry room, raise your hands. No takers.“I smell gunpowder residue,” Brielle commented after she took a close whiff.“The Dominicans, Latin Kings, and the Redneck Posse have all started fighting over that little block of paradise I call home,” I sighed regretfully. Silence.“Redneck Posse? That’s not one I’ve heard of before,” Naomi commented. Here we go!“Oh yeah,” I looked contemplative. “Ten years ago, several linguists studying Appalachian dialects paid for some native speakers to come to the city to help in their research. The hillbillies got paid, got jobs and brought their families down.”“When the grant money for the study ran out, the bumpkins had to find another way to support their kin that their minimum wage jobs couldn’t providing. Enter the Redneck Posse. Guns, meth, moonshine; they do it all. They are kind of like Afghan tribesmen except instead of being half a world away by sea, or air, they are a four, or five, hour drive down the interstate,” I concluded.The three women exchanged confused looks. The doors opened on my floor.“Oh my Goddess!” Brielle exclaimed. “That’s almost possible to believe.” I winked and left.“You mean that was a lie too?” Naomi gasped. The doors shut on that conversation as I swept through the office.I had 90 seconds to spare. Only Dora wasn’t here yet, but there was a pile of boxes on my desk. They were all looking at me as if I’d just stepped out of a pool, or a French cologne commercial. I set my clothing and valise on my tiny, now over-stacked, desk then joined the line-up.“Good morning Cáel,” Katrina looked me up and down.“I certainly hope it will be. Good morning to you too, Katrina,” I beamed. Pause.“Forgetting something?” Katrina prodded. I sniffed the air. I didn’t sense it.“Yes Ma'am, Katrina. I’m missing one thing. I hope it gets here soon,” I confirmed. Pause.“Very well, let’s get started,” Katrina began. Fabiola lost it.“What! He doesn’t have a shirt, tie, or jacket on. As far as we know, he’s not even wearing underwear,” she screeched.“Cáel, is your attire, or lack thereof, necessary for the performance of your duties?” Katrina politely inquired.“Yes it is Katrina,” I nodded.“Very well…” Katrina started over.“What possible reason could you have for being half dressed,” Fabiola ranted. “Are you going to cover yourself with oil and slither down the stairs like the snake you are?”No one said anything for a while. The rest of the 'new hires’ were coming around to the fact that Katrina and I were mocking Fabiola. Otherwise, Katrina would have shut her down. I held up my hand.“Yes Cáel,” Katrina acknowledged me, “despite the meeting having already begun and not being directly addressed by me, you may speak.” Slap!“Fabiola, I find your desire to see me oiled up a bit perplexing,” I grinned in her direction. “I would like to point out, despite the evidence you have presented today, I am not an idiot and our boss; Katrina; is not a fool. Hate me to your heart’s content, but don’t insult Katrina by thinking she doesn’t already know what I’m up to.”“She does not explain herself to me, or you, and I’m pretty sure even Hayden gets an edited view of what goes on here in Executive Services. I don’t know and I don’t care. That’s not in my job description and I’m already way out of bounds as it is,” I said. “For your sake and your sake alone, I will tell you why I’m am dressed the way I am today.”“It is part of your ritual apology,” Violet blurted. “It’s obvious. This has to do with what Hayden told him to do.” That wasn’t truly fair to Fabiola. The rest of the ladies had been rushing around getting the items I decided I needed for my public apology. Dora came bolting in right then.“I’m sorry I’m late, Katrina,” she panted. “Did I miss anything?”“No,” Katrina returned events to their proper order. “First off, for today, I’ll start with Cáel’s work review for Friday. I never thought I would say this about his on-the-clock performance. Cáel, your work output on Friday was stellar. There, I said it. Next…”That would have been a far greater treasure had that been my work report instead of Aya’s. Everyone else did well, save Tigger. She had forgotten a security sequence and had half a floor locked down for 15 minutes. At the conclusion, Buffy came in, slammed a flimsy, but aromatic, box into my chest then stormed away.“Cáel?” Katrina questioned.“Yes. Thank you,” I then turned to Fabiola. “Do you wish to have the ceremony here, or out on the main floor of Executive Services?”“I; what are you going to do?” Fabiola grew suspicious. “This is a trick to make me look foolish again.”“Fabiola, it is Hayden’s wish you hear him out,” Paula spoke. “He’s troublesome, not stupid. I don’t think he’s stupid enough to defy Hayden on this.”“Swear to me you are not going to make me look bad,” Fabiola stared at me.“What do I possess that you believe is valuable?” I countered. She had to think about that.It couldn’t be Aya. Fabiola was stumped. She had been so busy looking down her fine Roman nose at me, she had neglected to notice everything I had done and said.“Your mentor,” Daphne offered.“She has forbidden me to see her again, but thank you,” I winked at Daphne.A quick list of less than helpful suggestions followed. It turned out the only thing I valued was my freedom and I couldn’t give that up to Fabiola because that decision lay with Katrina. I would rather defy Hayden than give up sex, I lied continuously for little, or no reason. Fabiola wasn’t looking for Lent, she wanted something concrete. It simply didn’t exist.Out we went with a very distraught Fabiola and me with a bunch of small boxes. I didn’t worry about expensing all this crap. I wasn’t spending my own money anyway. I had Fabiola stand in the largest open area ES had. Even people who only had business on this floor were joining the growing body of my co-workers here to witness the spectacle.Three small brass bowels and one small oil lamp went to the four compass points; I even had a compass. I put sand in one, water in another and dry ice in the third. I lit the lamp.“This symbols me calling the four corners of Terra to bear witness: Earth, Air, Fire and Water,” I explained. Next I wrote down Fabiola’s name on a slip of paper in Old Kingdom Hittite.I burned it. Fabiola frowned. She was the only one. I dropped the ashes into a glass of water.“With this, I take back my curse. I swallow it, thus swallowing my words,” I explained to Fabiola. I drank the whole thing. That accomplished, I pulled a small silver owl out of an unopened box to a series of murmurs. “This is a gift to your house. Minerva (the Roman Athena) is your patron Goddess. I do honor to her for bringing you back.” I handed her the owl.Her expression told me she was still waiting for the trap to be sprung on her. I wrote out my name, in Magyar then held it up to Fabiola.“This is my name, Cáel Nyilas, in my native tongue,” I told her. I burned it, ground up the ashes with my fingers. With a little bit of coordinated effort, I drew the word 'forgiveness’ in Old Kingdom Hittite over my heart.The last box. It was Dobos Tortas, a sweet treat from my native land; Hungary, not Chicago.“Please accept this gift as a symbol of my apology and my desire to seek your forgiveness,” I looked into Fabiola’s eyes. The weight came crushing down on her. Virtually all the women around her wanted me to be forgiven.Not because they hated her. Most barely knew her; or me. It was the ceremony. Simple, relatively quick yet individualized by the giving of gifts designed for each participant. Deep in her twisted little soul, Fabiola still expected a trap, trick, or joke at her expense. She probably thought the 'cookies’ were poisoned.“I forgive you,” Fabiola stated. She put her hand on my shoulder. “Share a treat with me.” I even let her pick out the one to stick in my mouth. Maybe she thought I had the antidote, or maybe she decided I was on the up-and-up. The crowd of Amazons made happy, communal noises and we all parted as friends…okay, friends and their dancing bear; me.Katrina snuck up on me as a handful of woman thanked me for the insightful ceremony. I told them they were welcome while neglecting to inform them that I made all of that up. Part of it was Wiccan. Part was some 1960’s Italian movie I’d seen. A few things I pulled out of my ass, like normal.“Put on your clothes,” Katrina handed me my things. “You did well. I am sure Hayden will be equally pleased.”“No problem,” I looked at her appreciatively. I felt a cerebral connection evolving between us.“Put on your shirt before I start licking your nipples,” Katrina demanded. Damn it.Wait, things got better. As I looked away from Katrina and started getting dressed, Buffy appeared before me. I bet I could have melted an ice cap with the head of steam she’d built up.“Do you like dressing as a male stripper? Do you like women drooling all over you?” Buffy sizzled.“No; yes,” I responded.“I hate you,” she snapped.“I admire the fact that you can pull off the lead in Madame Butterfly,” I bantered back.“Let’s get to work,” Buffy growled. Off we went.(Elsa Round Three)“Hello Stanica,” Buffy greeted the SD guard at the gym facility door. That was new. Normally it was a card-swipe and in you went. Buffy and I were dressed for a workout; per orders.“Full-bloods only,” Stanica stopped Buffy. Ah, racism was raising its ugly head.“How am I supposed to get in?” I countered. This appointment was in our queue for 11 a.m.“You have been summoned,” Stanica clarified.“Cool…I’ll be back in 70 days. Good job Chuckles,” I grinned.“You have been summoned,” she threatened with a great deal more menace.“He works for me today,” Buffy yawned. “That means he goes where I go. Cáel doesn’t have a queue today, I do. He’s my intern. If you won’t let me in, then he doesn’t go in. Let’s go Cáel.”Stanica grabbed my arm.“He goes in. You stay,” she insisted.“Cáel; resist,” Buffy ordered. To Stanica, “Knock yourself out.” Stanica briefly tried to move me. Then she went for some kind of control-hold/lock. Brazilian jujitsu, Baby.It is not some kind of 'super’ martial art. As far as I knew, none of them were. If you were trying to break, or establish physical control over another person, it was pretty spectacular though. Along with the Amazon 'house’ style, she knew something akin to Krav Maga. Stanica was hampered by her unwillingness to do me serious harm, as was I toward her.The difference was, all I had to do was stay in the hallway, while Stanica had to get me through the doors. The stalemate was broken by two fresh full-bloods coming from the changing room to the facilities.“Sisters, assist me,” Stanica called out. “Help me wrestle him to the ground without undo damage.” They came forward and jumped me.“Are you on official Havenstone business?” Buffy politely inquired as they dog piled on me.“Shut up,” Stanica yelled.“Failing to adequately explain the situation,” Buffy quick drew her pistol and pressed it to the temple of one of the two new Amazons, “informs me you are willingly interfering in official Executive Services business.”“By all means, give me an excuse to file an incident report,” Buffy grinned feral.“Do it and you die, 'Lost Blood’ (Old Kingdom Hittite),” the threatened woman responded.“Boss, may I suggest an alternative?” I ground up. They had me pressed down in the hall.“I’m willing to accept you were hired for your intelligence,” Buffy allowed.“Trust me. I got this,” I snickered. Buffy didn’t trust me, yet she knew my tone well. Buffy holstered her weapon and stood back.“This isn’t over, Buffy,” the Amazon she’d pulled down on snapped.“Go for it,” Buffy chuckled. “You are running off with Katrina’s male. I was trying to assert her rights and you have defied her. I gleefully await her judgment.”The woman snarled then grunted as my three captures pulled me up. Buffy was on her phone, typing away a text when the women realized my feet weren’t planted under me. I started to topple over.“Stand up, damn you,” Stanica demanded. I looked to Buffy for confirmation of that order. She smiled while indicating nothing.“Stand up,” the third Amazon insisted. She backed that up with a jab to my left kidney. Damn, this place was hellishly unlucky for the left side of my body. That did not encourage me to stand.“Fine, we’ll drag him in,” Stanica changed up. I didn’t resist one bit. I acted like dead weight.This scene was made all the more precious by the audience Elsa had gathered for whatever exhibition she had planned for me. The whole sparring area was surrounded by Amazons clearly waiting on me. Most were cross-legged though a few knelt behind the first rank. I could see Elsa, spear in hand, watching those three lugging me in from her position in the Southwest corner of the mats.“What’s wrong with him?” Elsa inquired calmly.“He is afraid,” Stanica answered. I would have replied, but I knew silence would be far more cutting. See; everyone expect me to have a comeback. My quiet unsettled them. The three unceremoniously dumped me next to the Northeast corner. I lay there.I had noticed two axes about a meter in on the mat. I pulled myself into a position where my butt was resting on my heels.“My Sisters,” Elsa began. “There has been some interest in Cáel’s two-axe style as well as various theories on how to defeat it. Today, I will display the long spear technique’s ability to overcome this problem.”“Cáel, pick up the axes and prepare yourself. I will wait until you indicate your readiness,” Elsa nodded my way. Very friendly. I looked around a bit, rather bored. “Cáel?” she repeated. I looked at Elsa.“Oh, were you under some delusion that you could tell me what to do, Elsa?” I replied. There was a hush for so many reasons. Elsa being denied, a man denying anything to any of them, and my cavalier, even dismissive attitude toward the Full-blooded assembly.“Under what delusion do you think you can safely defy me?” Elsa smiled shark-like.“Hmmm,” I mused, “let me think. You are not Hayden, Katrina, or Buffy; my chain of command. You are not Aya, who I love. You are not acting in my best interest as it relates to Havenstone. Yeah, that should about cover it.”“I am a woman of Havenstone and I am giving you, a male, an order. There is no acceptable reason to disobey,” Elsa countered.“You are incorrect,” I began. The ladies around me didn’t like that. “I cannot betray my Amazons. You do not possess the power to force me to disappoint them.”“Your Amazons?” A chocolate Amazon with a shaved pate jumped up. “We are not 'yours’, filth.”“Were you born stupid, or has education made you that way?” I spat back. An ass-whooping was in the offing.“If you came at Hayden, or Katrina, do you think I’d sit idly by and let them fight alone?” I kept at it, though I remained kneeling. “If you threaten any member of Executive Services, or House Epona, make peace with your Ancestors because I will fight, bleed and die for MY Amazons. I’ve already proved that oath. Your opinion on the matter is less than rat-piss to me.”I’m sure arrogance has a use. I haven’t found one yet, but I don’t ignore the possibility. Chocolate chick grabbed for my hair, ready to slit my throat the moment she tilted my head back. This would have been appropriate if I was one of their old male population. Only total arrogance had kept her from actually listening to the words of defiance coming out of my mouth.I caught her hand, flipped her over and drove the top of her skull into the mat. That shoots a numbing jolt right up the spine, I can tell you from experience. I snatched the knife from her helpless fingers as she finished flipping over, her head closest to me then pressed the blade to her jugular.“Not a single person in this room matters to me. The only person that should matter to you, is me,” I stated calmly and quietly. “That being the case, chose your next words carefully and with due consideration of everything I’ve said before this moment.” I was going to die if I killed her. That wouldn’t save her life from her own, small, razor-sharp blade.Almost a minute passed.“Cáel, give me my blade,” she replied in a rather brave voice. I pulled my hand up, spun the blade around and pressed it into her palm. She slowly sat up and swiveled around until we were face to face, her cross-legged and me, back to my kneeling pose. Her eyes were ice cold.“I was never in any danger, was I?” the woman half-asked, half stated.“Of course not. I would never shame Katrina that way. I’d kill for her. Killing an Amazon to save my own life would not be something she’d allow,” I explained as much to the room as the woman.“Don’t lie,” another Amazon teased me; thankfully. It was Traska Maza; from the Medical Center. “I heard you murdered an Amazon on Friday; end of business.”“Yep,” I confessed. “Hayden has admonished me from repeating that method of assassination. I swear that if Fabiola keeps calling 'Runners’ 'Lost Bloods’, I’m going to figure out another way to get her.”“The term 'Lost Blood’ is the term we use. Accept it, Male,” Stanica growled. I had to think about that. I stood up, so I had a good view of the SD bitch. I also had to work up the proper insult. Anything I directed at Stanica would be useless. I knew their weakness though.“Hey,” I addressed my African opponent.“Stanica’s mother mated with her own paternal male to give birth to Stanica. I read it in an inner-office e-mail.” Total lie, but the 'lie’ wasn’t mine. It was from an unnamed Amazon and it insulted her bloodline, something she truly valued. I glared at Stanica. “That is why it is insulting. In a blood-conscious culture, you are rubbing their noses in a fact beyond their control.”“I agree,” Oneida spoke up. “'Lost Bloods’ is insulting. I had never questioned that before. 'Runners is a better term. I will ask my house to use it from now on.”“That’s not going to save him,” Stanica seethed.“Do you want to know where the memo came from?” I inquired of Stanica.“There is no memo,” Stanica snapped. I shrugged.“Why would I make it up? Such a deadly insult?” I pressed the point. Oh, I had made it up because I hate bigotry, especially when it is aimed at someone who was almost a friend.“Who?” she glared.“I don’t know, but I know who does,” I offered. “She’s right outside that door,” I pointed to the main entrance. Now, do people recall that divide I was talking about way back in Chapter Two? It worked both ways. Full-bloods were aware of the oppression they exerted on their 'Lost Blood/Runner’ sisters. Creeping around in the back of some of their minds was the worry that those newcomers resented their superiors.Had the two groups been truly united, Stanica wouldn’t have given my bluff a second glance. Here was the backlash of being a bigot; the idea that those you hated, hating you right back. In short order, Buffy was by my side and listening to Stanica’s grievance. Finally we were speaking English again.“Man, Desiree is going to be so sorry she missed this,” Buffy looked down at me.I was kneeling again so she was able to appear lofty and run her hand through my hair the way she liked to do when she was extra horny for me. I also liked the way her boobs nearly obscured her face from my view. Very nice tits.“Stanica, he lied to you,” Buffy revealed.“I knew it! Stand aside, I’m going to gut the little shit,” Stanica started to come at me.“No you don’t,” Buffy interposed herself. “See, Cáel was following his instructions and he used your idiocy against you, Dumbass,” she gloated to Stanica. “He was ordered to serve at my side today, so that is what he did. Who in the right mind would commit anything about blood prestige to an office e-mail anyway? It wasn’t even up to his normally superb level of deception.”“Then he should be punished for lying to me,” Stanica seethed.“I told him to,” Buffy wasn’t even lying. She’d approved my plan the moment she agreed to 'trust me’.“When?” Elsa requested. She was coming our way. Buffy looked over her shoulder.“Funny, you don’t look like Katrina, Elsa,” Buffy guffawed. “Make an official request through the proper channels. You don’t get to tell me what to do.”“Do we need to clarify our positions?” Elsa menaced. I jumped up and took up a boxing stance. With Stanica on one side, Elsa on the other and the preference of Amazons to gang up on opponents, I had to have her back.“Kneel,” Buffy tapped my shoulder. I knelt. “Honestly Elsa, Cáel fucked me so hard and long this weekend that even your pettiness doesn’t annoy me today. Now, why are we here?”“He’s not allowed to have sex,” Traska seemed a bit distressed. Me having sex outside the office had never occurred to her apparently.“Strangely, I have all of you to thank for that,” Buffy smugly regarded the room. “While you let Constanza and Crewe ambush him then sat back uselessly while he kicked both their asses, gazed on as he refused to take advantage of Constanza once she was clearly incapable of resisting and let her put a blade to his throat, he found a way to legally sleep with me.”“Afraid? With a blade to his throat, he couldn’t care less about any of you,” Buffy regaled them. “Oh, we know you don’t care what he thinks; or what I think. Well, welcome to the world you’ve created. I don’t care what you think. Blood Prestige? I’ll only give as much respect as I’m given. I am embarrassed I ever thought any of you were better than me.”“My prestige is that I volunteered for this lifestyle. I made a choice that no one else in this room ever had the courage to make; to abandon my old life for another, unknown one. From here on out, I’m going to be like Cáel. One of you bitches puts a hand on me, be ready to back it up,” Buffy challenged them. Not the best move as far as I could tell.“Be prepared to be put in your place,” Elsa grinned.“Go right ahead. Don’t get too worked up. There are around a hundred of my fellow; 'Runners’ at the door,” Buffy smirked.“It is best to end this rebellion right now,” the chocolate opponent stood up.“Over what?” I looked up. I hated Buffy making me kneel. “The 'Runners’ are doing the exact same tasks you are doing. They want to be awarded respect for that.”“This is not your place,” the woman stated to me. As an afterthought. “Ngozi.”“Thank you,” I acknowledged her consideration of giving me her name.“Ha,” Buffy snorted. “Oh…rebellion? Let’s just say when we realized that (dead word) meant Lost Bloods, we were; unhappy. All this weekend, this petty insult had been spreading out to all our non-Full-blood sisters. Actually, we have come up with two alternatives. One was to approach Hayden with our grievance.”“The other was to start calling the rest of you (dead word) (which meant 'Poison Bloods’),” Buffy stared down the festering crowd. “After all, we are all fertile and the few children we have been allowed to have are born without defect.” Amazons don’t threaten often. Normally they simply go straight to the punishment. I was somewhat of an exception for reasons that somehow alluded me.I tried to stand again, but Buffy pushed me back down. Pain was imminent then the muttering began. Around us, small clumps of Full-bloods began pushing for space. That could only mean they were getting ready to fight and since they weren’t close to us, they were getting ready to fight their own sisters.I doubted they were enamored with me, or the 'Runner’ cause. This was a common sense reaction. They recognized a no-win contest when they saw it. 'Runners’ were demanding respect; same recognition for taking the same risks. They weren’t even asking for admission into the 'Host’; the true Amazons and their House structure.The tipping points in this protest had been Fabiola and the loyalist opposition led by Helena, the only 'Runner’ close enough to my struggle Friday afternoon that could have started it. Remember, the Old Kingdom Hittite language was a closely guarded secret. So secret that Buffy, despite her years of loyal service, hadn’t been taught it.There had been decades of small slights that led to this. It wasn’t me, except for the definition thing. Fabiola was hardly an aberration. The other female 'new hires’ were more the exception than the rule. That was probably why Katrina had chosen them. In her profession; internal and external security; creative thinking and flexibility were as important as blood lines.“Excuse me,” a soft voice penetrated the chaos. The noise died down. Tessa Carmichael moved through the crowd to the mat. “Oh, by the Seven Sister Goddesses, of course Cáel Nyilas is here.” Then, in English, “Buffy, pardon me but I think this needs my attention.” See, a good ass-reaming is done in a target’s native language. Tessa went back to Old Kingdom Hittite.“Why are there a 150 sisters outside in the hall milling around?” Tessa began. She held up her hand to truncate the various responses. “Why does it look like you are all preparing for a general melee? Lastly, why are Buffy and Cáel even here? You would think that after his last episod

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[Apologies for the audio - it was raining pretty hard here and the power kept cutting off]“We had to do something [in Bush v. Gore], because countries were laughing at us. France was laughing at us.” ― Antonin Scalia, The Nine: Inside the Secret World of the Supreme CourtI grew up in the 1980s thinking my vote didn't matter. I became an “election denier” because that is what the Democrats have always been. I grew up with cynicism and mild hatred of the government. My childhood was spent living through the last time the Democrats took a major fall, from Richard Nixon to Ronald Reagan with Watergate and Carter in between. Democrats felt hopeless until Bill Clinton came along in 1992. He was the first Democrat to serve two full terms since FDR. But by 1999, the cynicism was back because Bill Clinton had been impeached, the party humiliated, and our last best hope hung on the Vice President, Al Gore, the man with no charisma to speak of. I was one of those angry Democrats in 2000 who watched the Supreme Court stop counting ballots that handed the presidency to George W. Bush. We weren't thinking about the reasons Gore might have lost, like gun control. We blamed the Court, and we blamed Florida. We blamed Ralph Nader. We blamed everyone but ourselves. The Supreme Court was corrupt, we believed. So were all of those operatives in the GOP that rigged the election for Bush. A rigged election would result in two wars in Iraq and Afghanistan. If only the Supreme Court hadn't “selected” Bush. I remember Oliver Stone's film Nixon, his best, which suggested that Nixon had JFK assassinated so he could one day rise. And rise he did. To Stone, though, that caused the Vietnam war and all the ravages that followed. That is some election-denying. Nixon himself had believed that the 1960 election had been rigged. After all, he and Trump are still the only two people to have won Florida, Iowa, and Ohio and lost the presidency. Nixon chose not to object to any of it. Trump chose to fight. Back then, the Left felt Nixon's win was so destructive that it ended everything for them: their optimism and their counter-culture revolution. Warren Beatty made the film Shampoo to suggest that they were all involved in silly narcissistic games before Nixon won and the world ended. They all blamed Nixon for Vietnam. But they also resented him for ending the 1960s for good. Coming out of the 2000 election, our main complaint was that Gore gave in too easily and quickly. Many of us thought he should have dug his heels in and fought harder and that we all should have been more insistent in objecting. That's another word for protests. We didn't because we were still burned from the landslide loss in 1972, blamed on the the Left's anti-war protests.Some protests started around that time, like against the World Trade Organization. But it wouldn't be until the $700 billion bailout that a whole protest movement would rise, Occupy Wall Street on the Left, and eventually, the Tea Party would form on the Right. Something was happening that would only grow as more people got online and were more connected than ever before. By 2016, we were again in a protesting state of mind, and we believed America belonged not to Trump, not to his supporters. But to us. Anyone who pretends like we accepted Trump's win is lying. There has never been an elected president with that many forces working together to take him out of office. Never. There have never been worldwide protests against the election of a US president. There have never been the kinds of violent protests we had in this country over an elected president. We didn't hold “not my president” rallies and pay investigators to see if Russians had hacked voting machines. We never had nervous breakdowns, we never had so many marches. Clearly, we all viewed Trump's win as an invasion of a foreign entity, or a virus, that had to be immediately purged. We did not accept him as the legitimate president. We were ELECTION DENIERS. From The Hill:“According to data from the latest Harvard-Harris poll provided exclusively to The Hill, 68 percent of voters said Democrats have not accepted that Trump won fairly and is a legitimate president.That figure includes 69 percent of Republicans, 69 percent of independents and 65 percent of Democrats.”One of the reasons Kari Lake is such a strong candidate is that she comes from the media and has no problem calling them out on their hypocrisy and their double standard:It was much bigger than a violent riot at the Capitol and lawsuits by Trump and his supporters who insisted there was “widespread fraud.” No, the FBI was involved when the establishment got in on it. The media was on board. And by 2020, they were willing to crash the economy to ensure Trump was brought down.We were now not only of a protesting state of mind, but of a revolutionary state of mind. We called Trump an “existential threat” because waves of mass hysteria consumed us for the four years he was in office. The Me Too movement and, eventually, the Black Lives Matter movement would lead to witch hunts, and mass firings, and a climate of fear. We all believed that all we had to do was get rid of Trump, and everything would return to normal. If you take the largest protests in American history under the four years Trump was in power and then think about the Summer of 2020, you can see how the Left of this country was ready for Civil War just to take Trump out of power.The weird thing was that they could not paint the Trump supporters as equally violent. The Proud Boys showed up; there were sometimes brawls. They would be armed and forming a kind of citizen army to protect property, like Kyle Rittenhouse. But they weren't violent the same way the Left had become. They weren't burning buildings or assaulting police officers.In fact, if anything, they prided themselves on being non-violent. That is why January 6th was so out of character for them. Even a large protest in DC that day was out of character for them. It meant a lot to have their collective voices heard.I'd been, out of curiosity, following the Stop the Steal movement on The War Room podcast. I knew what they were planning to do. They wanted to have Senators Josh Hawley and Ted Cruz debate how the election laws had been suddenly altered, using COVID as the pretext. Trump supporters were watching his speech, not planning to bust into the Capitol and stop the count, certainly not to overthrow the government. That is its own “big lie,” and it's ugly. These are patriots who love their country. The last thing they would want to do is overthrow or destroy it. Whatever was going on with the Oathkeepers, and the breach had nothing directly to do with Trump and seemed to be driven by someone else's plan. The only explanation was that the FBI had to have been involved. When you read up on the Gretchen Whitmer kidnapping story in Esquire, where there were more informants than kidnappers, it's clear that this FBI was prepared to go the distance to do what they could to meddle in the 2020 election. That story will not be told for a while, but if the GOP takes the House, maybe it will. For four years, Trump supporters watched their president attacked every day, with everything he said cherry-picked and thrown into the media churn to drive the news cycle. They watched them mock Kellyanne Conway's age and Sarah Huckabee Sanders' makeup, the size of Trump's hands, his hair, his family. Since Trump was never accepted as the legitimate president, no fashion magazine would have Melania Trump on the cover. To do so was to met with vicious attacks on Twitter. The idea that the President deserved respect from the country was abandoned. Democracy? What Democracy? We're in charge. Get out of our country. Get out of our White House. The one thing they couldn't do, though, was defeat Trump. They still can't. It took $400 million to fund private companies to collect ballots, change election laws in the swing states, and a completely biased propaganda news media to twist the narrative and gaslight the public to make sure everyone knew what to do on Election day. And even then, Biden barely won.Democracy says that if someone campaigns to win the vote of the people, then that vote should be respected. Democrats don't believe that, unless a Democrat is in power. Now, they're trying everything they can to subvert Democracy to block Trump from even making a run for office. Does that sound like people who have faith in American elections? But good luck trying to have this conversation with anyone on the Left. They will shut you down. Their game is that they get to say what happened, how it happened and why it happened. They are fed a narrative that they believe. Few will question any of it for fear of being called a “conspiracy theorist.” If you bring up the hypocrisy of 2016 and 2020, Democrats will always say, “but we didn't breach the Capitol.” They might not have breached the Capitol on Inauguration Day, but they breached the Capitol in Michigan and Wisconsin in years prior: Then they say, well we weren't trying to stop the peaceful transfer of power. Okay, but what do you call what happened with Justice Kavanaugh? What do you call pressuring Senators to vote your way?When you watch the Kavanaugh hearing back, it's easy to see just how unhinged the Left already was. Then they will next say that they aren't politically violent. But we know they are:The assassin who wanted to kill Kavanaugh had zip ties. So did the man who broke into the Pelosi home. Do you think the media treated these two incidents similarly? I know the people whose power might be challenged tonight will not take it well. Just look at recent history. They've successfully flipped the script to make MAGA the violent side, the “election-denying” side. But in the next few years, we'll see protests that make 2020 look like child's play. When laws start to change, and the Conservatives start pulling our country Right, those who are used to having control of everything aren't going to go along with a “peaceful transfer of power.” For years after Reagan won in 1980, the Left was powerless. By the time Barack Obama won in 2008, they could take control of nearly every corner of American life, culturally and politically. They influenced and redefined almost everything. They built an empire - a new “shining city on the hill.” To hold onto that, they have been willing to take political protests to the extreme, exploit our formerly objective media, and outright lie about the people they share this country with. But worst of all, they have been consumed by fear. They have become so panicked they imagine all sorts of terrible things. They see it in their mind's eye, and to them, it's real, just like witches flying around Salem and “spectral evidence,” which is evidence you can't see but can only imagine. They never had a utopia to lose so they don't know how to handle it. They just want to be what they used to be. They want to be admired as the best and the brightest, living their best lives, showcasing those lives on social media, tinkering with their re-imagined America, with a president they like and admire watching over them. Now, their utopia is crumbling. The Hillary feminist that represents the base of the Democratic Party is now being asked to step aside for transgender rights. That's why Gretchen Whitmer has to say, “People with periods.” The Hillary feminist that marched with the pink hats and screamed at Kavanaugh is fading. That, probably more than anything else, marks a major pendulum shift they never saw coming.So who are they now? How do they define themselves? They can only see Trump. The thing they fear. It's all Trump all the time. Their unprecedented prime-time show trial did the exact opposite of what they thought it would do. They expected it would look important, which would scare his supporters away. But all it did was make him look more powerful. Worse, it made our country look ridiculous, weak, and terrified. Whatever you might think of Trump, the fact that he looms as large as he does proves that there is no leadership on the Left. As of writing this, I do not know how the midterm elections will turn out. But I know that the people who control the Democrats now, the loudest voices on Twitter, and the massive media machine that does their bidding are fueled by an ongoing hysteria based on ongoing delusions.They have gone all the way to the most extreme every time. They've been this afraid for six years since Trump won. They are strung out, desperate. How much longer before they upend American Democracy completely to make sure nobody like Trump ever has a shot at running for president? Their fear will get worse until they understand that this country, its culture, and its government, economy, and history don't just belong to them. It belongs to all of us. The grassroots movement on the Right challenging them today is not going anywhere any time soon. Get full access to Free Thinking Through the Fourth Turning with Sasha Stone at sashastone.substack.com/subscribe

Heute dreht sich alles um das Thema Haarausfall. In der letzten Zeit klagen viele Menschen -besonders nach einer Corona Erkrankung- unter Haarausfall. Wir besprechen heute: Haarausfall Frauen & Haarausfall bei Männer und die Unterschiede Haarausfall Ursache Haarausfall was tun Haarausfall Stress Ich berichte in dieser Episode von meinen persönlichen Erfahrung und was bei mir wirklich geholfen hat. Ich erkläre Dir, ob Nahrungsergänzungsmittel helfen oder nur leere Werbeversprechen sind. Warum das richtige Shampoo und Conditioner so wichtig ist Welche Styling Produkte und Methoden sehr schlecht bei Haarausfall sind und welche super gut sind. Warum Stress, Wechseljahre & Hitzewallungen und jede Krankheit mit Fieber Auslöser für Haarausfall sein können. Höre diese Episode, wenn auch Du mit Haarausfall zu tun hast. Viel Spass beim zuhören, Deine Mimi SPONSOR ist die Firma Braineffect. Mit dem Code MIMI sparst Du immer mindestens 10%, es gibt aber jede Woche andere Aktionen.

This week in Beauty Land... Erin and Leigh trial a world first product... SPF contour sticks!  Plus what if a product for our hair could treat acne? Leigh breaks down for us why some acne can actually be treated with anti-dandruff shampoo.  And Erin's back from Paris! On her trip she observed the effortless chic Parisian approach to beauty. She gives us the 411 on the biggest beauty trends in Paris on today's episode.  THE END BITS  Subscribe to Mamamia All the products mentioned in today's episode can be found below!  Naked Sundays SPF50 Sheer Glow Balm Collection, $35 Head & Shoulders, Daily Shampoo, Classic Clean, $14.42 Selsun Blue Medicated Anti-dandruff Shampoo with Menthol Read Erin's article ''I just got back from Paris. Here are 5 French beauty trends I saw everywhere' on www.mamamia.com.au CREDITS Hosts: Shazzy Hunt & Leigh Campbell Producer: Mikayla Floriano Audio Production: Leah Porges GET IN TOUCH: Got a beauty question you want answered?  Email us at youbeauty@mamamia.com.au or call the podphone on 02 8999 9386.  Join our You Beauty Facebook Group here. Want this and other podcasts delivered straight to your inbox? Subscribe to our podcast newsletter. You Beauty is a podcast by Mamamia. Listen to more Mamamia podcasts here. Mamamia acknowledges the Traditional Owners of the Land we have recorded this podcast on, the Gadigal people of the Eora Nation. We pay our respects to their Elders past and present and extend that respect to all Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander cultures. Just by reading or listening to our content, you're helping to fund girls in schools in some of the most disadvantaged countries in the world - through our partnership with Room to Read. We're currently funding 300 girls in school every day and our aim is to get to 1,000. Find out more about Mamamia at mamamia.com.au Become a Mamamia subscriber: https://www.mamamia.com.au/subscribeSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

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Marc and Jay talk about Jay's trip to Thailand, Marc finds out bald men use shampoo, top 5 situations that make us uncomfortable, listener questions

ABOUT TODAY's EPISODE Hi everyone! Today, we look at what pre-poo (pre shampoo treatment) is, if it is necessary, the science behind it and how to apply the knowledge. Pre-poo treatments are very popular, but sometimes not properly understood. This episode breaks it all down with some science receipts, as per usual! Enjoy! SUPPORT! Thank you SO much for your constant support. It means the world to me. If you are wondering how you can support, please see below: Share share share to the ends of the world: You can share this podcast to as many people as you know and love. Who does not love a fun podcast about hair and skin? See links for that here https://linktr.ee/ChiomaAgha Support financially: https://anchor.fm/chioma-agha Download: Do you know that you can download any episode? Take me (well my voice, LOL) anywhere you are. Just click on download, and voila! Listen: Errmmm listen, listen, and listen again. You can listen one zillion uncountable billion times. LOL. Listen to the Ads ooooooo. T for Tenks REFERENCES 1. Kaushik, V, Kumar, A, Gosvami, NN, Gode, V, Mhaskar, S, Kamath, Y. Benefit of coconut-based hair oil via hair porosity quantification. Int J Cosmet Sci. 2022; 44: 289– 298 Disclaimer The information provided on this podcast, including but not limited to, text, graphics, are for informational purposes only and does not serve as a diagnosis, treatment or substitute for medical advice. Always seek the advice of a qualified health care professional for any medical condition you may be experiencing. --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/chioma-agha/support

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It's everyone's favorite time of the year- New products are out!!! In this episode Meg and Heather go through all of the new products that came out at doTERRA's 2022 Heal Convention. Listen in to learn more about Supermint, Guaiacwood, (the brand new) Eucalyptus, Spanish Sage, OnGuard Hand Sanitizing Gel, Shampoo and Conditioner Bars. Price of doTERRA Supermint: $32 Wholesale/$42.67 Retail (available for purchase January 2023) Price of doTERRA Supermint Beadlets: $16 Wholesale/$21.33 Retail (available for purchase January 2023) Price of doTERRA Supermint Touch: $20 Wholesale/$26.67 Retail (available for purchase January 2023) Price of doTERRA Guaiacwood: $20 Wholesale/$26.67 Retail (available for purchase now) Price of doTERRA Eucalyptus: $21 Wholesale/$28 Retail (available for purchase now) Price of doTERRA Spanish Sage: $29 Wholesale/$38.67 Retail (available for purchase March 2023) Price of doTERRA OnGuard Hand Sanitizing Gel: $7.50 Wholesale/$10 Retail (available for purchase now) Price of doTERRA Shampoo Bar: $ 17.25Wholesale/$23 Retail (available for purchase now) Price of doTERRA Conditioner Bar: $17.25 Wholesale/$23 Retail (available for purchase now) Don't forget to register for one of our upcoming free classes that are scheduled for the 3rd Thursday of every month (except Sept) at www.bottlepoppinpodcast.com For more information, check out our website at www.bottlepoppinpodcast.com

New 2022 - The Future of Food Bill Gates and Agtech vs Agroecology and Food Sovereignty- Stacy Malkan Stacy Malkan • https://usrtk.org/• Book - Not Just a Pretty Face #StacyMalkan #CosmeticDangers#EnvironmentalHealthIssues Stacy Malkan is co-founder and managing editor of U.S. Right to Know, a nonprofit investigative research group focused on promoting transparency for public health usrtk.org.  She began working on environmental health issues in 2001 and has researched food and agriculture, with a focus on agrichemical industry misinformation campaigns, since 2012.Stacy is author of the award-winning book, Not Just a Pretty Face: The Ugly Side of the Beauty Industry. The book  Is a The girls' guide to giving the cosmetics industry a makeover.Lead in lipstick? 1,4 dioxane in baby soap? Coal tar in shampoo? How is this possible?Simple. The $35 billion cosmetics industry is so powerful that they've kept themselves unregulated for decades. Not one cosmetic product has to be approved by the US Food and Drug Administration before hitting the market. Incredible? Consider this: The European Union has banned more than 1,100 chemicals from cosmetics. The United States has banned just 10.Only 11% of chemicals used in cosmetics in the US have been assessed for health and safety – leaving a staggering 89% with unknown or undisclosed effects.More than 70% of all personal care products may contain phthalates, which are linked to birth defects and infertility.Many baby soaps are contaminated with the cancer-causing chemical 1,4 dioxane. It's not just women who are affected by this chemists' brew. Shampoo, deodorant, face lotion and other products used daily by men, women and children contain hazardous chemicals that the industry claims are "within acceptable limits." But there's nothing acceptable about daily multiple exposures to carcinogenic chemicals-from products that are supposed to make us feel healthy and beautiful. Not Just a Pretty Face delves deeply into the dark side of the beauty industry and looks to hopeful solutions for a healthier future. This scathing investigation peels away less-than-lovely layers to expose an industry in dire need of an extreme makeover.Stacy Malkan is also a co-founder of the Campaign for Safe Cosmetics, a coalition of health groups that exposed hazardous chemicals in nail polish, baby products, make-up and hair products and pressured companies to reformulate to safer products. Her work has been published in Time magazine, New York Times, Washington Post, Nature Biotechnology and many other outlets. She has appeared in Teen Vogue, Good Morning America, Wall Street Journal, San Jose Mercury News, San Francisco Chronicle, Democracy Now! and documentary films including The Human Experiment produced by Sean Penn, Pink Skies and Stink Movie (now playing on Netflix). Stacy was media director for the California Right to Know ballot initiative to label genetically engineered foods.For eight years, she served as communications director for Health Care Without Harm, an international coalition of health groups working to transform health care, so it is no longer a source of environmental harm. Prior to that role, she worked for a decade as a journalist, editor, and newspaper publisher in Colorado. 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Barbara and Susy discuss the protocol for using medicated shampoo, and Barbara gives us a Bird's eye view of Sodium Coco Sulfate vs. Sodium Lauryl Sulfate vs. Ammonium Lauryl Sulfate.  Then they discuss mobile grooming using a shore power cord. 

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Molly and Megan describe this plant-based, purifying shampoo designed to free hair of built-up product residue and pollutants without over-drying. Non-irritating ingredients build a rich lather that effectively removes impurities. Molly goes into useful detail about building a foaming, viscous formula with sulfate-free properties. Megan talks about good hair days that follow purifying shampoo washes. Also good for deep scalp cleansing!

Mechanical tension, muscle damage, and metabolic stress are often viewed as the key stimuli for muscle hypertrophy. A new study asserts that mechanical activation of fast-twitch muscle fibers is the strongest determinant of muscle hypertrophy, which suggests that mechanical tension is the most noteworthy stimulus for muscle growth. This is an intuitive idea, but Greg's segment explains why the results of this study fail to support the conclusions that were stated in the paper (and shared widely on social media). After that, Eric presents a segment that's all about food selection. As flexible dieting and “IIFYM” continue to gain popularity, it's indisputable that dieters can succeed using a virtually limitless variety of food sources, as long as they (approximately) hit their calorie or macro targets consistently. While it's very true that dieters enjoy a great deal of flexibility in their food choices, this doesn't mean that food source selection is irrelevant or inconsequential. In Eric's segment, he discusses some evidence-based guidance for making food choices to facilitate a smoother dieting experience. SUPPORT THE PODCASTJoin the Research Spotlight newsletter: Get a two-minute breakdown of one recent study every Wednesday. Our newsletter is the easiest way to stay up to date with the latest exercise and nutrition science.MacroFactorIf you want to learn more about our MacroFactor diet app, check it out  here.To join in on the MacroFactor conversation, check out our Facebook group and subreddit.CoachingGet personalized training and nutrition plans from our expect coaches: Learn more hereMASS Research ReviewSubscribe to the MASS Research Review to get concise and applicable breakdowns of the latest strength, physique, and nutrition research – delivered monthly.Bulk SupplementsFinally, next time you stock up on supplements from BulkSupplements.com, be sure to use the promo code “SBSPOD” (all caps) to get 5% off your entire order. TIME STAMPSIntro/Announcements (0:00)Shampoo versus conditioner (2:15)Artificial intelligence for summarizing research (6:10)ConsensusElicitWhat's the primary mechanism of muscle hypertrophy? (16:01)Confirmation bias (20:32)Abstract and summary of new study by Hatanaka and Ishii (22:46)Effect of resistance training mainly depends on mechanical activation of fast-twitch fiberEstimating the mechanical activation of fast twitch muscle fibers (27:47)How validation studies work (31:33)Exploring the equations used to estimate mechanical activation of fast twitch muscle fibers (34:30)Proposal and validation of mathematical model for resistance trainingImplications of the model used by Hatanaka and Ishii (41:18)Comparing and contrasting with longitudinal data (48:07)Muscle Failure Promotes Greater Muscle Hypertrophy in Low-Load but Not in High-Load Resistance TrainingConclusions (50:28)Flexible dieting and “IIFYM” work, but specific food selection still matters (58:25)Regulation of food intake (1:05:24)The satiety index (1:15:53)A satiety index of common foodsEffect Of Different Food Groups On Energy Intake Within And Between Individuals (1:18:43)Effect of different food groups on energy intake within and between individualsSome key food characteristics to consider (1:28:10)Ultra-Processed Diets Cause Excess Calorie Intake and Weight Gain: An Inpatient Randomized Controlled Trial of Ad Libitum Food IntakeTexture-based differences in eating rate influence energy intake for minimally processed and ultra-processed mealsTime to revisit the passive overconsumption hypothesis? Humans show sensitivity to calories in energy-rich mealsPractical applications (1:32:10)

Hello Friends! :) This week's bonus video is a compilation of the best shampooing and washing hair parts from my previous videos. I hope you like sound focused videos like this, let me know which one you'd like to see next! Thank you for watching, have a great rest of the week! 00:00 opening preview 00:20 .○•Gentle Head Massage and Shampoo•○. 07:19 ✂️ Sleep-inducing Haircut 15:04 Sleep-inducing Hair and Scalp Treatment 19:05 .○•Shhhampooing You•○. #ASMR #GentleWhispering #relax 5/21/20 --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/maria-gentlewhispering/message Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/maria-gentlewhispering/support

Good Evening :) tonight let's enjoy realistic sounds of hair touching, brushing, shampooing, blow drying, trimming and styling it. 00:00 light hair touches, examining 03:30 scalp massage 08:13 brushing 14:32 hair washing 33:26 blow drying 36:16 combing 39:56 trimming, scissors 45:34 flat ironing 48:37 final brush and fluffing Thank you for watching, I hope you enjoyed it :) #ASMR #GentleWhispering #hairstyle 8/24/20 --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/maria-gentlewhispering/message Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/maria-gentlewhispering/support

* This episode is sponsored by Spaces, the new group chat app for queer communities - find out more at https://www.queerspaces.com/ (and, come join the Lost Queer Spaces Space after you've set up your profile! * Are you still friends with the people that you used to go clubbing with? Do you keep in touch with them, or just facebook stalk them late at night when the image of their face pops in to your head? Do you know what they've been up to since you knew them, and have any of them gone on to do great or not-so-great things...? Well, whatever it is it's probably not going to be as scandalous as the actions of the friend of this week's guest! And, who is that guest? Well, it's the genderqueer multi-disciplinary artist, educator, and podcaster John Moletress. John started to go out on Philadelphia's gay scene when they were just 16, and found a core group of people with who they would go to clubs like the lost space Shampoo. We caught up to talk all about 90s fashion, the etiquette of after parties, and getting frisky with the boy next door... Do you have any memories of Shampoo, or clubbing from your own queer scene that you want to share? Well, if you have please get in touch - I want to create the biggest online record of people's memories and stories - go to www.lostspacespodcast.com and find the section 'Share a Lost Space' and tell me what you got up to! Bonus points for embarrassing photos! You can also find me on Facebook (www.facebook.com/lostspacespod), Instagram (www.instagram.com/lostspacespod) and Twitter (www.twitter.com/lostspacespod) Find out more about John by following them on Instagram at https://www.instagram.com/kraftwitch/, or visiting their website http://kraftwitch.com/.. You can also find their podcast 'I Miss You', which is a set of conversations between John and people that they had lost contact with, wherever you find podcasts... --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/k-anderson/message

Happy almost Winter, my friends :D Today let's explore these exotic, tropical plants! I've been looking for this particular flower and I discovered at the store a few days ago! Not only does it look amazing it also produces some great triggering sounds! How about we play around with this bouquet? Thank you for always supporting me and helping me explore of the world around us through sound. HUGS :) #ASMR #GentleWhispering #ShampooPlant 11/30/20 --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/maria-gentlewhispering/message Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/maria-gentlewhispering/support

In this episode: Bras, Why Haven't They Fixed That- Shirt Ribbons, The Art of Makeup

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