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Author's Note: This writing was adapted from a series of conversations around race in America and edited as audio, recorded in 2020, right after George Floyd was lynched.. The podcast of this writing is the real thing, as it were.  What follows is edited text to clarify the narrators, absent the audio.  Please consider following the podcast associated with this newsletter and leaving a 5-star review on Spotify or Apple Podcasts. Please subscribe to support high-impact content like this.The author, David Foster Wallace, described the experience of reading his novel Infinite Jest as intended to feel “tornadic,” like you're in the middle of a tornado. That's what the last several weeks have felt like.Protesters:"Racist ass police! No justice, no peace! F**k these racist ass police! No justice, no peace!""F**k these racist ass police!"Owen Muir, M.D.:I originally tried making this episode a linear narrative, but it wasn't happening. So, welcome to the tornado of racism in America. Buckle up.George Floyd spent 8 minutes and 46 seconds gasping for breath.  Police officers, some of whom were very experienced, knelt on his back...until he didn't breathe anymore. As a psychiatrist, I often emphasize how the words we use to describe someone's death have meaning. So, I'll say, you know, completed suicide, not “commit.” And George Floyd was lynched.Welcome. This is about anxiety, uncertainty, and existential despair. And I recorded the narration in one take because I wasn't, like, going to get it right a second time. So much of what we say about race is calculated, polite, and wrong. So I'm not going to try to do that tonight.Here we go.Sequoiah:"Yeah. My general reaction to all this is a little more, a little more extended. The, uh, f**k".Owen Muir, M.D.:That's my teammate. She is a TMS technician at the mental health practice we worked at together. She also works in the community with patients helping put their lives together, but tonight she's a field reporter on the revolution.Sequoiah:"I am a TMS tech, Winnicott coach, and black woman. Which seems very important right now. George Floyd, Say His Name.  George Floyd, Say his Name.So I just got home from a protest in Flatbush. Police would not let us pass. We were chanting with our hands up. And after a while, they decided to push the line backward. We resisted—we stood there with our hands up. They pushed us and pushed us, and when we wouldn't..."Owen:Now, as someone with a lot of white privilege, I'm outraged at hearing this, like, wow, this is fucked up. So I called another colleague in the special operations community, and I'm not using names in this episode for semi-obvious reasons, and I heard what he had to say.Master Sergeant:“The things that U. S. police forces are apparently fully within their legal rights to do, like, use tear gas, would literally have…been against the Geneva Conventions. It's an actual war crime. We cannot gas a civilian population.”Owen Muir, M.D.:The person I'm interviewing has over a decade of experience in the special operations community. He has fought and killed for our right to do what my other colleagues were in the street doing, peacefully protesting.Master Sergeant:"This is a perversion of what the United States stands for. We invade countries who treat their people the way that our police forces are on camera treating Americans "Sequoiah:"People started to back up, , and run and they then started to hit us with batons. , I fell. And then we reformed the line."Master Sergeant:"It's disgusting in a lot of ways."Owen Muir, M.D.:So when someone whose life has been dedicated to protecting our freedoms tells me they're upset with what they're seeing, I take that pretty seriously.Sequoiah:"Well, the other night, well, last night, when the cops and protestors were getting into, into fights and they were trying to, the cops were trying to push back the protestors, I saw them bring out the batons and, like, start attacking people...and each time they'd tell us to back up and back up and kept pushing us and pushing us. And finally, there was a frustration in the air, and people started to act out."Owen Muir, M.D.:Now, as a psychiatrist, my life has been saved by police officers on more than one occasion. I have been physically attacked in hospital settings.  The police have been called, and I have not died, and my colleagues have not died thanks to them. And this is Flatbush, Brooklyn, New York, and these people are black people. The Flatbush, at least the area I was in, is a predominantly black neighborhood.  So, look, Americans love the police.  They are a highly regarded part of society by many people, but that's not the experience for black America I have learned.Master Sergeant:“There are many things you can do in that spectrum that don't involve actively using force against a human being, which makes the process easier across the board. If I don't have to hurt somebody, the only thing that is hurting another person does for me is further endanger my Troops. "Owen Muir, M.D.:Now this makes sense to me because, having run the show in a psychiatric emergency department, where I have to protect myself, other patients, and violent people themselves from getting hurt, sometimes we use violence, but oftentimes we don't.Master Sergeant:"What started this particular instance has been four cops lynched George Floyd. One guy put his knee on the man. We don't do that to terrorists actively trying to kill us. ""George Floyd, Say His Name."Sequoiah:"It was at that point that they called in more backup and started to attack and arrest groups of gathered people from the neighborhood.”Owen Muir, M.D.:Police officers, when they're called to stand trial for the use of force, have a standard called the reasonable officer standard.I feel like I have to make it relevant for me--a white person—to watch humans being murdered by police and then people killing each other in the streets about it. There was an article I read about six months ago about yet another person being slammed to the ground, handcuffed behind their back, and suffocated to death by the police. I was shocked..that the person was white. Until I read several paragraphs down that he had schizophrenia. Oh, that's what made it okay. Reasonable officers can only be judged based on what someone would do in that moment of terror when they have to decide to use force.Sequoiah:"I was so emotionally spent and so exhausted. And then we saw marauding bands of police officers going down the street, just telling people to go home and attacking groups of people on the street.”"George Floyd, Say His Name.  George Floyd, Say His Name."Owen Muir, M.D.:Police officers are represented by unions. Those unions have spent 20 years bargaining for lack of accountability to protect, in their minds, their members. This means police officers have the right to huddle and discuss their stories before speaking to prosecutors. It means many other things.  But importantly, whenever any officer stands trial, the jury is instructed, per Chief Justice Rehnquist, to not use the benefit of 20/20 hindsight in judging their actions, but only what a reasonable, that is, terrified person, would do at the moment.Master Sergeant:"We have an entire job in the US military to validate whether or not we killed someone the right way."Owen Muir, M.D.:The court system is what's supposed to do that for police officers. But it doesn't; it just says, eh, it's okay.Master Sergeant:"That's an actual thing; we have entire organizational structures dedicated to the legality of murder."Owen Muir, M.D.:Killing black or brown people in America, if you're a police officer, has literally never been ruled against the law. Ever.Master Sergeant:"To not call it murder, to call it, to call it killing combatants, that's what a JAG does. Overseas, when they're deployed, they tell you whether or not you can kill this person. And sometimes, even though we can kill someone, we don't because they have a much higher value as an intelligence asset. Or for any number of other reasons. Or they're not actively shooting at us when we go get them. That happens a ton. Because sometimes, when you see 20 or 30 goons show up outside your house, breach your door with a shotgun round, rush in, and then point all their guns at you, you won't fight back. And then, okay, well, he's not shooting back at us, so we're going to take him in, and then... "Owen Muir, M.D.:You don't get to kill someone. In the U. S. military. Deployed in the field. In Afghanistan. Even if someone's a terrorist, if they're not pointing a gun at you and about to pull the goddamn trigger.“Cause one of the things I don't want to do is vilify police officers. And, and ...”Master Sergeant:"I mean, Owen, to be perfectly honest with you,  You may not want to vilify police officers, but the things I've seen police officers do in the past week while they know they're being recorded are actively the actions of villains."Owen Muir, M.D.:This hit me like a ton of bricks. This is not okay, but when people call for help, and the police arrive, they deal with a crisis. A lot of those crises involve people with mental illness, and police officers are being asked to do a thing that like is a whole medical specialty. Like, I'm a psychiatrist. It was 45 000 hours of training to learn how to calm people down when upset and have experiences we don't have access to. And, if you're called to the scene of a crisis, and someone's acting in a really strange and scary way, and you have a gun. You've been told to protect yourself, don't let yourself get hurt or let this person harm you, and you know nothing bad will happen to you if you pull that trigger. You're going to pull that trigger.  More often than not. And that's about a thousand times a year. You're about... God knows it doesn't even matter. The percentage of time you're more likely to be killed if you're black and mentally ill. The fact that we have a statistic for that is fucked up enough. Help isn't helpful for black America. And that's just a fact of life.”Master Sergeant:"You know, I have friends in New York who are talking about the cruelty they see in these police officers' eyes. And what's worse, what's truly evil about this whole system is even in the throes of this violence, they're exhibiting racist and preferential behaviors towards white protesters versus black protesters. Or brown protesters. They're active, you know, taking it easier on white people because they're white. "Owen Muir, M.D.:And this is just f*****g killing me at this point. Ugh. Look, what's happening in the streets is not okay. It's not been okay for hundreds of years. And police officers are part of a system designed to keep order, and order used to mean slaves. That's just why they're there.Master Sergeant:"Things I don't even f*****g think about, man. Like, I'll go for a run or a rock at night. And I'll, I'll like, sometimes I'll go on my own, but if I don't go earlier, like, T. is like, well, I guess I'll go for a run. Like, one day, I just asked, like, why do you only run with me? Why do you only run with me? And she's like, well, it depends. We're in a quiet neighborhood in Florida, and I'm a black woman like I'm; there's a bunch of Trump signs everywhere like I'm not going running on my own. I was like, wow, yeah, I've never even thought along those lines; I don't question my safety when I go places. I'm hyper-vigilant for a lot of other reasons, but like, there's never a question in my mind, like if someone attacks me, it's not, it's an unexpected event, I'm not expecting, That at any moment, someone might attack me for the color of my skin. Because I'm in the neighborhood."William Osei, PhD.:"Hey, I'm Dr. Will Osei.I am a postdoctoral fellow, an African American psychologist living in Bedstuy, Brooklyn. " Owen Muir, M.D.:Dr. Osei is a scholar of racism and multiculturalism.And helped me explain what it's like for the black kids I've treated at Bellevue all these years.William Osei, PhD:"The average African American, this is like... This is a fact. This is not a revelation because we now have better cell phone coverage of these crimes. I remember being in Cleveland the day following Tamir Rice being murdered in the playground. And I was working with 12-year-old boys in the Cleveland school district. And I was devastated that day, and I went into that school expecting those boys to be devastated that their schoolmate, a kid they used to play with at the playground, was just murdered. And to them, it was nothing. It was more shocking because they knew a dozen people that the police had murdered. They knew that was just the latest murder that year. It just happened to be one that rose to the national conversation, but in Cleveland that year, there were probably 30, 50 police shootings.Owen Muir, M.D.:My level of outrage at watching all of this. That's privilege too.William Osei, PhD:"Yes. "Owen Muir, M.D.:Because to understand this as anything other than the rules of engagement would be a misunderstanding.  For a long time, Black America has known to watch out when you talk to the cops because they can kill you. Nothing's going to stop them if they want to. And they do. On camera. A thousand other times every year. And I wish it were as easy as saying it was a couple or even a lot of bad apples, but that is insufficient.Master Sergeant:"As far as privilege goes, I'm a combat veteran in the Ivy League. I'm an Arab Jew, but I look white enough that no one asks that question. I wear a suit, and you can't see my tattoos. And I... I can fit in anywhere from West Hampton to the slums of Bangladesh. Like, I'm good. You know what I mean? I have levels of privilege that people use to run for the presidency."Owen Muir, M.D.:But the magic of America is that white privilege runs out as soon as power wants it to. My colleague's married to a black woman.Master Sergeant:"And a huge part of this is like... It's the knowledge that I'm married to a black woman. My kids will be black, and this is like their plight. "Owen Muir, M.D.:Usually, we'd have credits now. Instead, I'm going to read these names.George Floyd, Ahmad Arbery, Brianna Taylor, Trayvon Martin, Eric Garner, Iyanna Jones. Freddie Gray, Michael Brown, Sandra Land, Walter Scott, and a kid on a playground in Cleveland named Tamir Rice. This is a public episode. If you'd like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit thefrontierpsychiatrists.substack.com/subscribe

Honored to be joined by Doug Kiersey again as we jump into Doug provides insights on current valuation trends, interest rates, and market dynamics. He notes that although interest rates have stabilized around 4.25%, the spread between industrial cap rates and treasury yields remains narrow, compelling investors to rely on rent growth rather than appreciation for returns. Doug anticipates moderate rent growth in 2025, driven by constrained supply due to significantly reduced development activity. We also cover challenges in the industrial sector, including overbuilt big-box warehouses in certain markets and potential pressures on vacancy rates. Doug emphasizes investing in high-quality, infill assets with sustainable competitive advantages. They also explore challenges such as power capacity constraints, the rise of automation, and political opposition to industrial developments.About Doug:Douglas A. Kiersey, Jr., is CEO and President of Dermody and oversees all of the company's operations and strategic initiatives including capital formation, acquisition, development, and investment management activities. He is a member of the Dermody Properties Advisory Board and chairs the company's Executive and Investment Committees. Since Mr. Kiersey joined the company in 2011, Dermody has developed and acquired industrial logistics assets with an aggregate value in excess of $10 billion.Mr. Kiersey has more than 35 years of experience in logistics properties in major U.S. markets. Prior to joining Dermody, he spent 17 years at Prologis in various senior roles. Prior to joining Prologis, Mr. Kiersey worked at Cushman & Wakefield for 11 years.Mr. Kiersey earned his Bachelor of Science degree in business administration from Oregon State University, and an M.B.A. from the J.L. Kellogg Graduate School of Management at Northwestern University where he is an occasional guest lecturer and a member of the Kellogg Real Estate Advisory Council. He is also a member of the Urban Land Institute (ULI) and the Society of Industrial and Office Realtors (SIOR). Among other distinctions, Mr. Kiersey was elected Captain of the Palisades Elementary School Safety Patrol where he learned early lessons in risk management.Dermody website: https://dermody.com/News!Dermody Properties—a diversified private equity investment management company focused exclusively on the national logistics real estate sector—is pleased to announce it has adopted a concise new name, Dermody. The streamlined name better reflects how the company is commonly recognized in the industry, and positions Dermody for continued growth, expansion and innovation.--

After a jury trial before Blanchard J. of the Superior Court, the appellant, Maxime Chicoine-Joubert, was convicted of one count of second degree murder and one count of assault with a weapon. On appeal, Mr. Chicoine-Joubert argued that the judge had erred in his instructions regarding manslaughter and in his answer to questions from the jury by failing to mention the necessary mens rea.The Quebec Court of Appeal, for the reasons of Vauclair J.A., Hamilton J.A. concurring, dismissed Mr. Chicoine-Joubert's appeal. It found that the instructions to the jury were correct in the context of the case. Since Mr. Chicoine-Joubert conceded his guilt for the manslaughter verdict, the question from the jury on that offence did not require that the judge address it. Bachand J.A., dissenting, would have allowed the appeal and ordered a new trial on the grounds that the trial judge had not adequately answered the questions from the jury and that there was a reasonable possibility that the jurors had misunderstood the requisite mens rea for second degree murder. Although the dissenting judge agreed with the majority that the initial instructions contained no error warranting the court's intervention, he found that the trial judge had not fulfilled his obligation to answer questions from the jury clearly, correctly and comprehensively. He did not instruct the jurors on manslaughter or provide them with an example. Argued Date 2025-02-20 Keywords Criminal law — Charge to jury — Questions from jury — Manslaughter — Whether trial judge erred in his instructions and in his answer to questions from jury regarding offence of manslaughter, offence that appellant does not acknowledge having committed — Whether majority of Court of Appeal made reviewable error in declining to order new trial. Notes (Quebec) (Criminal) (As of Right) Language English Audio Disclaimers This podcast is created as a public service to promote public access and awareness of the workings of Canada's highest court. It is not affiliated with or endorsed by the Court. The original version of this hearing may be found on the Supreme Court of Canada's website. The above case summary was prepared by the Office of the Registrar of the Supreme Court of Canada (Law Branch).

Author John Kenneth Muir returns to the show to discuss another science fiction television show! BLAKE'S 7 aired in Britain from 1978 to 1981 and was a major hit but was not renewed for a fifth season. That the show remains beloved decades later points to the typical short sighted BBC decision making process in such matters. With the recent announcement of Blu-Ray releases we decided that the time was right to talk about the show and our years long love of it. Since Mr. Muir has written a book on the subject, he is the perfect person to speak to about the show which was sold as ‘The Dirty Dozen in Space'. If you've never seen the series, we try to avoid most spoilers but a couple of things do leak through as we go along. Our conversation starts with how we each discovered the show and our initial reactions to the ‘anti-Star Trek' with the adult nature of the storytelling being our main focus. We discuss the dystopian universe presented and give a brief overview of the ‘rebels vs the federation' structure of the story. The dark and often cruel tone of the characters and the events they have to deal with is a topic we return to throughout the episode. We also fit in an examination of some of the classic science fiction tropes that the show uses and the creative spin the writers employ to include them. We had a great time digging into BLAKE'S 7 and we hope you will enjoy what we have to say even if you've not yet seen the series.  

Five years after Jeffrey Epstein's death, survivors of his sexual abuse are still seeking justice through various avenues. Despite the establishment of a victims' compensation fund, which began accepting claims in 2021 and offers a confidential forum for monetary compensation, many survivors feel that true justice has yet to be achieved.On July 9th, Congressman Ted Lieu held a press conference where he made serious allegations against former President Donald Trump, suggesting that Trump was complicit in Jeffrey Epstein's criminal activities. Lieu highlighted a longstanding association between Trump and Epstein, underscoring that their relationship extended beyond social interactions and implicated Trump in Epstein's criminal enterprise.However, the congressman only opened the door wider for criticism of his own party for their ties to Trump, including a sitting congresswoman and a whole host of other powerbrokers within the Democrat machine.     Since Mr. Lieu opened that door, we are going to take a walk right through it.   (commercial at 12:32)to contact me:bobbycapucci@protonmail.comsource: 

Five years after Jeffrey Epstein's death, survivors of his sexual abuse are still seeking justice through various avenues. Despite the establishment of a victims' compensation fund, which began accepting claims in 2021 and offers a confidential forum for monetary compensation, many survivors feel that true justice has yet to be achieved.On July 9th, Congressman Ted Lieu held a press conference where he made serious allegations against former President Donald Trump, suggesting that Trump was complicit in Jeffrey Epstein's criminal activities. Lieu highlighted a longstanding association between Trump and Epstein, underscoring that their relationship extended beyond social interactions and implicated Trump in Epstein's criminal enterprise.However, the congressman only opened the door wider for criticism of his own party for their ties to Trump, including a sitting congresswoman and a whole host of other powerbrokers within the Democrat machine.     Since Mr. Lieu opened that door, we are going to take a walk right through it.   (commercial at 12:32)to contact me:bobbycapucci@protonmail.comsource: 

Five years after Jeffrey Epstein's death, survivors of his sexual abuse are still seeking justice through various avenues. Despite the establishment of a victims' compensation fund, which began accepting claims in 2021 and offers a confidential forum for monetary compensation, many survivors feel that true justice has yet to be achieved.On July 9th, Congressman Ted Lieu held a press conference where he made serious allegations against former President Donald Trump, suggesting that Trump was complicit in Jeffrey Epstein's criminal activities. Lieu highlighted a longstanding association between Trump and Epstein, underscoring that their relationship extended beyond social interactions and implicated Trump in Epstein's criminal enterprise.However, the congressman only opened the door wider for criticism of his own party for their ties to Trump, including a sitting congresswoman and a whole host of other powerbrokers within the Democrat machine.     Since Mr. Lieu opened that door, we are going to take a walk right through it.   (commercial at 12:32)to contact me:bobbycapucci@protonmail.comsource: Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/the-epstein-chronicles--5003294/support.

This week I had the honor of being joined by Douglas Kiersey, CEO & President of Dermody Properties. We had a fascinating chat about the industrial real estate market and Doug shared many great insights that he's gained from purchasing and developing over $8B worth of warehouses and distribution centers. About: Douglas A. Kiersey, Jr., is CEO and President of Dermody Properties and oversees all of the company's operations and strategic initiatives including capital formation, acquisition, development, and investment management activities. He is a member of the Dermody Properties Advisory Board and chairs the company's Executive and Investment Committees. Since Mr. Kiersey joined the company in 2011, Dermody Properties has developed and acquired industrial logistics assets with an aggregate value in excess of $8 billion. Mr. Kiersey has more than 35 years of experience in logistics properties in major U.S. markets. Prior to joining Dermody Properties, he spent 17 years at Prologis in various senior roles. Prior to joining Prologis, Mr. Kiersey worked at Cushman & Wakefield for 11 years. Mr. Kiersey earned his Bachelor of Science degree in business administration from Oregon State University, and an M.B.A. from the J.L. Kellogg Graduate School of Management at Northwestern University where he is an occasional guest lecturer and a member of the Kellogg Real Estate Advisory Council. He is also a member of the Urban Land Institute (ULI) and the Society of Industrial and Office Realtors (SIOR). Dermody Properties website: https://dermody.com/ --

Pleased to be joined by Doug Kiersey for part II of our discussion about industrial real estate. We jumped deeper into the current state of the market and discussed investor appetite, market values, trends and even made a few predictions! Here's part 1 if you missed it: • A Deep Dive into Industrial Real Esta... About: Douglas A. Kiersey, Jr., is CEO and President of Dermody Properties and oversees all of the company's operations and strategic initiatives including capital formation, acquisition, development, and investment management activities. He is a member of the Dermody Properties Advisory Board and chairs the company's Executive and Investment Committees. Since Mr. Kiersey joined the company in 2011, Dermody Properties has developed and acquired industrial logistics assets with an aggregate value in excess of $8 billion. Mr. Kiersey has more than 35 years of experience in logistics properties in major U.S. markets. Prior to joining Dermody Properties, he spent 17 years at Prologis in various senior roles. Prior to joining Prologis, Mr. Kiersey worked at Cushman & Wakefield for 11 years. Mr. Kiersey earned his Bachelor of Science degree in business administration from Oregon State University, and an M.B.A. from the J.L. Kellogg Graduate School of Management at Northwestern University where he is an occasional guest lecturer and a member of the Kellogg Real Estate Advisory Council. He is also a member of the Urban Land Institute (ULI) and the Society of Industrial and Office Realtors (SIOR). Dermody Properties website: https://dermody.com/ --

Barbara Polk has lived with her elderly, sadistic uncle Simon Polk for 25 years — even though she hates him — as she is the only heir to his fortune. Simon constantly harangues his niece, calling her various unflattering names and insulting her in creative ways. He uses a laboratory in the basement of his house to develop inventions, and has forbidden her from going down there to see his latest project, about which he drops malevolent hints. When she sneaks into the basement to peek at it, the two have a verbal altercation. Simon catches her and raises his cane to strike. Barbara blocks with her arm, causing him to fall down the stairs and break his back. Frustrated with his feebleness, nagging, and constant demands for hot chocolate, Barbara declines to assist and watches him lose his life. Following Simon's death, his lawyer Mr. Schwimmer reads the will to Barbara: to inherit his estate, she must live in the house and look after his last invention, a robot also named Simon. Although its behavior and speech are very mechanical at first, it engages in AI learning as time goes on. It eventually acts and sounds just like him — right down to the old man's limp, which it develops as a result of damage from Barbara's attempt to destroy it by pushing it over backward. The robot repeats insults that Uncle Simon had programmed, berating Barbara as a “bovine crab” and “peanut-headed sample of nature's carelessness.” Since Mr. Schwimmer makes regular visits to ensure that Barbara is taking proper care of the robot, as per the stipulations of the will, she has no choice but to submit to its continuing verbal abuse and demands — including bringing it hot chocolate as she did for Simon — or risk being disinherited.

Arkansas Police Impersonator's Arrest Recorded By His Own Body Camera CREEPY On February 8, 2019 at 1:56 pm while traveling on South Pine Street in Cabot, Arkansas, Detective David Dillon of the Lonoke County Sheriff's Office observed a black Dodge Ram activate green, red, and yellow emergency lights. The vehicle then began driving in the center turn lane at "approximate speeds of 90 miles per hour," passing several cars recklessly. On the rear window of the truck was a sticker reading "Caution: Working K9,” and the front of the truck was equipped with a push bumper. Detective Dillon initiated a traffic stop, was joined by some of his colleagues, and this is what happened — as captured on the body worn camera of Jeremy Kurck. “There were visor lights that were red and green in color. There were also several antennas on top of the vehicle. I made contact with the driver who was identified as Mr. Jeremy Kurck. I observed a badge around his neck as well as a body worn camera. I asked Mr. Kurck to turn on the lights to see if there were any blue lights attached to his truck. Mr. Kurck turned on the lights and I observed a dash camera and a mounted radar that is identical to the ones we use in our emergency vehicles.” “During a vehicle tow inventory of the truck there were also several other items inside that resembled law enforcement equipment as well. Those items were several pairs on hand cuffs, expandable baton and holder, a taser with the warning label that says may cause death or serious physical injury, a seat organizer like we use, a flashlight, pepper spray, bear spray, a radio that had our dispatch channel programmed inside it, and a portable breath test for determining blood alcohol content.” “Mr. Kurck was dressed in tan tactical pants and black polo which is extremely similar to the uniform that we wear at the Sheriff's Office. Mr. Kurck stated that he is a civil process server and was headed to the high school to serve a civil paper. Mr. Kurck stated he works for himself but this was his first paper to serve. Mr. Kurck was convicted of aggravated assault in 2008 and isn't allowed to serve civil process papers in the State of Arkansas. Mr. Kurck stated that he worked for ADEM. After checking with ADEM it was learned that Mr. Kurck was only an amateur radio operator for them. ADEM requested that we seize the radio and his ADEM identification card.” “The vehicle was towed to the Lonoke County Sheriff's Office for further investigation and Mr. Kurck was transported to the Lonoke County Detention. Since Mr. Kurck's arrest, the Lonoke County Sheriff's Office has received information from some Central Arkansas Law Enforcement Agencies and citizens that this individual has been making contact with the public as a law enforcement officer.” After publicizing Kurck's arrest, the Lonoke County Sheriff's Office asked the public to let them know if they had encountered Kurck impersonating a police officer. In response, the Sheriff's Office received numerous emails from members of the public and members of law enforcement regarding their encounters with Not-Officer Kurck. There's even a letter from the DEA!

He’s told he must audition, sexually for fiancée's family. by deadeye_76, Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.The Strange Will of Mr. Thurman.On Wednesday night, the day before Thanksgiving or 2010, I'd just met my fiancée's mother & sisters. The ‘audition' cover story fell apart when my bride to be, Gwen; insisted that her family level with me. The true reason for each of them planning to have sex with me was because of Mr. Thurman's will; and not because they were concerned for Gwen's future love life.“I'm sorry Mrs. Thurman. I can see you are in a tough spot. I can commiserate with you about this, but there are still dangers besides the personal issues. Can I tell you an old joke?”She looked puzzled. “Sure.”“It's one I heard a long time ago.” I sat forward. “A man was at a bar where he met a very desirable young lady. After a few drinks he leaned over and asked her, ‘Will you have sex with me for a million dollars?' She looked at him and thought about it, but eventually said yes. He smiled and asked her, ‘Will you have sex with me for a hundred dollars?' She looked aghast and said, ‘What do you think I am a whore?' He smiled and said, ‘We've already established that, now we're just bickering over price.'” I sat back and watched Mrs. Thurman.“So are you saying that this makes us whores?” She was not happy.“No, I'm saying this may be your deceased husband's way of proving the point that he believes that you, Sheila, and Gaby are; and that this is a dangerous thing we are doing. The final amendment is still unknown to you, right?”She looked at me carefully. “Right. We can't see it until it's time to declare that we have accomplished the first part  of the will's demands; or decide to protest it.”“This is a very dangerous thing.” I was worried about what the real goal of such a vicious man would be. Is this really what he wants? He wants them to be whores to prove that they are? Is that really a test?She came right back at me. “But what choice do we have? If we do not do this before you two are married, we don't even get a chance at the rest of his estate. I should have some of that, don't you think?”“I agree that you should get some of the estate, Mrs. Thurman. I'm sure that I would want it if I was a family member. However, I'm just not sure that I can do this. Gwen?”Gwen looked up at everyone. She had been particularly quiet sitting there. “John, I love you. I want you to be faithful to me. However, I don't know how I can say no to my family on this.”I watched her carefully. She fidgeted and wrung her hands. She was very uncomfortable… as was I. “So if we do this, what's the plan?”Mrs. Thurman looked around. “Sheila, Gaby, and I already drew straws long ago to determine the order. I am supposed to go first, then Sheila, and then Gaby. You will sleep with each of us one night for the next three.”I looked over at Sheila and Gaby. They were also fidgeting and unable to meet my eyes. “Are you two willing to do this, considering you are married?”Sheila looked up and around. She opened her mouth and hesitated. Finally, she said, “Yeah, I guess so.”Gaby stared at me until she realized I was waiting for her to answer individually. She was staring at me as she answered. “No choice.”I went over and kneeled in front of Gwen. “Gwen, you must be absolutely sure that you can handle this. Saying now that you want me to do it and having to remember this for the rest of your life are two different things. Are you going to be able to face the fact that I had sex with the rest of your family?”“I don't know. I just think that I have no choice.”I stood up. “Okay, I'll do it.”Later that night I visited the bedroom of my fiancé's mother.Thanksgiving Day, 2010.I stared at the ceiling. Shit! I had lied to Gwen about fucking her mother. She knew I went in there to fulfill the requirements of the will, but if it ever came out she would go ballistic. I couldn't take it back now and she would feel like I was hiding something if she found out after believing that nothing happened. I really was in a fix now. I would just have to deal with it and live with it the rest of my life, because I didn't want to let this beauty go. But I also had two more women to go, her sisters. This was going to be an interesting but stressful weekend.The next day was Thanksgiving. We all tried to act like it was another normal Thanksgiving gathering and dinner. The food was good, but there was an underlying current of tension in everyone. We were all jumpy because of the arrangements. We managed to get thru the day, and it was an overall joyous occasion, but as we got closer to nightfall, things got quiet. Finally, we all peeled off and went to bed. Gwen and I went to our room and discussed nothing in particular as we put on our pajamas and got ready for bed. She was trying not to discuss that I was going to go to her older sister's room. Sheila was next up in the queue. Finally, at about 10pm, Gwen turned suddenly and pulled me into a bear hug. She whispered that she loved me and then pulled back. She looked up at me and tried to smile.“I guess it's time.”I nodded. “Yeah, it is.”Gwen put her head on my chest. “Please tell me again that this will not change what we have.”I lifted her head by her chin and looked directly at her. “This will never change us. I love you and you love me and we will always be together. This will be over after this weekend.”She put her head back down. “Okay, you'd better go.”I started to pull away, but Gwen held on a little longer, then finally relaxed her grip and backed away. She looked up at me. “See you in a little while.”“Okay.” I kissed her and smiled and left the room in my pajamas.I headed for Sheila's room. I knocked lightly and she called out for me to enter. I opened the door and she was already in bed. She smiled and waved me over. I went toward the bed.She grinned. “Take off your pajamas and get in here.” I complied and she watched closely. “Um. Nice cock.” I looked up at her quickly and she grinned again. “Well, if we are going to do this, I might as well enjoy it. My husband has been neglecting his duties, so I'm ready.”I was quickly tucked under the covers with her. “We don't have to do this, you know. We could just say we did.”“Not a chance.” I felt her reach for my cock and her covers fell away, revealing nice large tits. My cock hardened. “I can't wait to have sex with a new cock. This has given me the approval I needed.” I was now fully hard based on her rubbing my dick with her warm hands and displaying those voluptuous tits. “And a nice sized one at that.” She threw the covers back and looked at my cock, standing at attention while she held it. “Um. Did I mention that I love sucking cock?” She bent over and slowly licked around the head. I lay back and moaned. She smiled up at me and rearranged herself on the bed so that she was kneeling next to me. I could see that she had a fantastic body. How could her husband neglect that night after night? Maybe she was lying or there was more going on there than she knew.Sheila continued to lick and suck on my cock, and she was definitely into it. She gave it a final slurp and started to climb up over me. I looked up at her. “Are you ready? Do you need any lube?”She grinned and rubbed my cock along her slit. “Honey, I've been thinking about this all day and I warmed up a little while waiting for you. Yeah, baby, I'm wet and ready.” With that she slowly started lowering herself onto my cock. Fuck, she was tight. “Fuck yes, a good hard cock. That's what I really needed.”I reached up and grabbed her nice c-cup tits. “Nice tits.”She grinned. “Thank you.” Then she got serious. “Now let's fuck!”Sheila started bouncing up and down on my dick like a mad woman. She thrust herself up and down, up and down, groaning and mumbling how good it was at every step. She was very good at grinding her clit against me and I knew she was going to cum soon. Unfortunately, so was I. “Sheila, I'm going to cum soon.”“Hmm… okay… oh, fuck!”“Sheila, do you want me to try to get to your ass now?”“Not a chance!” She leaned over and stared directly into my eyes while she rotated her hips, stimulating her clit against my pubic bone and hair. “I'm going to fuck you until we both cum and then I'm going to suck you hard again and then you can fuck my tight ass.”That was the final straw for me. I started thrusting and thrusting, feeling the orgasm approaching. She started moaning and I could tell she was close, too. Suddenly, she erupted into an orgasm and held still for a second, then jerked, then held still, then jerked, and did this until she completed her orgasm. I was still thrusting and finally I came, too. I held her down against my hips as I buried my dick into her hot pussy as deep as I could get it to start spurting. I spurted and spurted, filling this sexy mother of two with my cum.She finally collapsed onto my chest. “Um. That was nice. I think I'm going to like having sex with you.”I pushed her up. “This is it, Sheila. Tonight is the last time we will have sex. Period.”“Okay, okay, no need to get upset. I'm just going to leave an open invitation out there for you, that's all.”“Sorry, not going to happen. I love your sister and I'm going to marry her. She's the one for me. Once we finish here tonight, we're done.”She stared at me for a second. “Hmmm. I guess that means that baby Gwen is pretty good in the sack, too, eh?”“No comment.”She shrugged her shoulders. “No matter. I've got you for a little longer tonight, and I'm not letting you go until we are done.”I groaned and she grinned. She clambered off me and lay next to me. She snuggled up against me and waited a few minutes for us both to catch her breath. Finally she rose up on one elbow, her body still molded to mine. “Well, John. Are you ready for the next round?” She reached out and cupped my balls and soft dick. “Not yet? Well, let's see what we can do about that.” She then leaned over and started cleaning and sucking my dick. Fuck! This woman was definitely into sex! I decided to tell her that.“Oh, shit, Sheila, you can really suck cock!”She lifted her face from my crotch and grinned evilly. “Damn right!” Then she buried her face back into my balls and licked them from the bottom up. She finished by going all the way up my dick and then burying it into her mouth. Fuck! I groaned and she pulled off.“Um. I see that somebody's dick wants some of Sheila's ass. You ready stud?”I stared at her for a second. “Uh, yeah.” I was barely recovered from the first fuck and she had my dick hard and quivering again.Sheila sat up and patted me on the hip. “Get up and do this right. Get behind me and fuck my ass hard.”I was amazed at how different this woman was in and out of the bedroom. She was fucking amazing at this. I crawled up onto my knees and she turned and got on all fours with her face buried into a pillow. She turned her head to me for a second.“Fuck my pussy for a few moments to get nice and wet and then shove it in my ass. I love ass-fucking, so you shouldn't have any problems.”I crawled around behind her and stared at the voluptuous ass in front of me. Her little brown star was winking at me as she appeared to be flexing it. I moved up behind her and aimed my dick at her pussy. I eased it in. Our combined lubrication in her pussy meant that my dick was soaking wet instantly. I slowly fucked her a few times to get it ready and then pulled it out.“Yeah, baby, fuck that sexy ass.”I moved forward and pushed my dick against her asshole. “You mean this ass?”“Fuck yeah! Do it! Fuck me!”I pushed quickly and her ass opened up and my dick went all the way to the hilt in one solid thrust.“Oh, yeah, fuck me baby!” Sheila kept after me to fuck her, so I did.I pulled back and started thrusting. I would pull back kind of slow and watch as her ass clamped onto my dick and then I would quickly bury it. Each time my hips slapped up against hers and she moaned. I could feel her rubbing her pussy with one of her hands and I just started fucking her hard at that point. There was no attempt at her satisfaction now. I just pounded her and looked for my next cum. I wanted to fill her nasty ass with as much cum as I could. I fucked and fucked and she started rolling her hips a little as she played with her pussy and that pushed me to the edge. I was fucking her hard and enjoying it immensely. I was on that edge, wanting it to last forever, but also badly wanting to cum. Suddenly she shuddered in orgasm and the rhythmic squeezing of her ass put me over the top.“Oh fuck! Here it cums!” I buried myself in Sheila's tight ass and pumped a load deep into her. I pumped and pumped and was exhausted when I finished. I collapsed on top of her and pushed her flat on the bed.“Nice job, John. I think you're going to keep Gwen well satisfied.”I lay there on top of her feeling her flex her ass and the nice contour of her bubble butt. “I plan on it.”“Um. Just stay there for a minute until your dick shrinks and naturally pops out of my ass.”I lay there, feeling her under me. I started relaxing and finally my dick popped out of her ass. She giggled. “Oh, yeah. Nothing like a good pussy and ass fucking to take the edge off.”I rolled off to the side and stared at her. “Is your husband really neglecting you?”She grinned. “Yeah. I think he has a little something on the side at work, so I have a friend who comes over and makes sure I don't get too horny.” I must have been staring at her after that. “What? Don't get all high and mighty until you've been in that position. I'm a woman reaching my sexual peak and all he can do is drool over the bimbos at work.”“Okay.” What could I say to that. “I think I'll get cleaned up and go.”“Okay, lover. I'll be sure to tell Gwen how good you were and took good care of her sister.” She gave me an evil grin and wink.“No, thanks.” I threw my pajamas back on and went to Gwen's room.Gwen was not even pretending to be asleep this time. She was sitting up and reading her book – at least that's what she was trying to do. She looked up as soon as I entered.“Well?” She looked at me apprehensively.“Your older sister is a little freaky.” I decided I had to tell her the truth about this one.Her face showed her disappointment even though she knew why I went in there. “I figured. She was always the one telling us about her sexual exploits in college.”“She also admitted to me that she thinks her husband has a mistress so she has a lover, too.”Gwen stared at me. “She actually said that?”“Yeah.”Gwen got quiet for a minute. “So you fucked her?”I stared at Gwen, trying to portray the regret that I felt. “Yeah.”“Did you enjoy it?”“Are you sure you want to talk about this?”She looked down and then back up, staring at me. “Yes, I want to know.”“I didn't really enjoy it, but I did cum. She was very good.”“She was?”“She was even a little – I don't know, maybe a little slutty?”Gwen stared for a moment. “Do you think there's any truth to my father's accusations?”“No. Absolutely not. I know that they are strong, independent women. I also know that they were not wallflowers in college, but there's a big difference between having a healthy sex life and being a slut!” I said that emphatically, trying to ensure that she understood my position.“I agree.”Gwen lay down and turned away from me, saying nothing more. I thought she might be mad. I crawled into bed with her and lay there, thinking about what I should do, or what I could do. I could come up with nothing. I was completely ill equipped to handle this type of situation. I decided it was best to just lay there and not try to bother her.I lay there and listened to her breathing. She didn't' seem to be relaxing. Finally, she turned toward me and put her arm over my chest and her leg over mine. “I'm sorry. I know we asked you to do this. It's not your fault.”“I'm sorry that I had to do it.”She rose up and kissed me on the lips. “I love you. I always will.”“I love you, too. Always.”I was much more capable of relaxing now and thought about tomorrow. I was hoping tomorrow would be easier. Finally, I went to sleep.I woke up and knew that it was morning by the light streaming in the window. There was no sign of Gwen. I sat up and looked around. The door was open and I could hear talking downstairs. I walked down there and Gwen and her mother were cooking breakfast. Gwen came immediately over to me and put her arms around me. She gave me a big kiss.“Good morning, my favorite man.”I answered her. “Good morning, my most favorite woman.”She grinned. “C'mon. Let's eat before my sisters get up.”I agreed and we sat down for breakfast. It was the most relaxing meal I'd had since I arrived. I was holding out hope that the rest of the day would be easy, but I knew deep down that it wouldn't be.Friday after Thanksgiving, 2010.I had just finished breakfast on Black Friday with my fiancé and her mother. I thought about what lie ahead. I had already fucked my fiancé's mother and sister in order to fulfill the requirements of this weird will that her father had left when he died. Gwen didn't know I had fucked her mother. I had lied and said we couldn't do it. I had told her the truth about her slutty sister Sheila. Now, I had one more sister to go; Gaby.The middle of the day went quickly for me. I took my time getting ready and the four women all went to do some shopping. They were avoiding the large malls, but were going to hit some small stores. I watched some football and caught up on some reading.About 5pm, they strolled back in, carrying a few bags each from their trip. They were all laughing and having a good time. When Gaby looked over at me I saw her blanch. She was definitely feeling stressed out about our meeting later that night. Gwen came over and gave me a big, wet kiss and they all flounced upstairs to put their purchases away.Dinner was leftovers and we all gathered around in the kitchen to dip into the containers and fill our plates. I got a little of everything and was second in line for the microwave, so I was sitting with Gwen as the other three were finishing and warming their food.She leaned over to me and I smiled. She smiled back and then leaned closer to my ear. “I love you more than I can express.”I turned my head after she said that to see tears welling in her eyes. I pulled her in and gave her a hug and told her I loved her. About that time her mother came out of the kitchen.“Hey, you two, get a room!” She said it jokingly, but it seemed that Gwen was not to be cheered up. She didn't laugh or respond, she just went back to eating.The scenario this evening was the same as the others. We watched a little television and then everyone went to bed early.At 10pm, I was ready to leave my room and head toward the room of yet again another Thurman woman. Gaby was the middle child and had been married for about 3 years. She had a one-year old that her husband had taken to his family's house for the holidays. She was supposed to join them tomorrow for a couple of days.I said my good-bye to Gwen and headed to Gaby's room. When I entered, it was very dark. I waited for a couple of seconds to get my night eyes and then moved toward the bed. I could hear her breathing and her nervousness was so evident as to be discernible from 10 feet away.“Gaby?”“Y, Yes?” She haltingly answered, her voice breaking.I sat on the bed. “Are you alright?”I heard her take a deep breath. “Yes, but I can't have sex with you.” She said it in a breathy whisper.I was not surprised. “That's okay.” I lay down on top of the covers. “I'll just lay here and we can talk for a while. We don't ever have to tell anyone anything.”“Okay.” She seemed to relax, although I couldn't see her. “I might have been able to do it.”I thought about how she said that for a second. “Might have?”“Yes. My husband and I decided to try for another child and I went off birth control a couple of months ago. I can't have sex with you at all. I'd be too worried and scared that it wouldn't be Bill's.”“Oh, I see. Well, that's fine. We'll just talk for a while and then I'll go back to Gwen.”“Okay.”We discussed her life and she was just getting back into working, but she and Bill had really wanted to have three kids. She was already 27 and didn't want too much time between them, so they had decided to try again this fall. I could tell that her family was important to her and she, like most mothers, couldn't stop talking about her son. I told her about Gwen and I and she giggled when I told her how Gwen practically kissed my face off after proposing.“That sounds so unlike her. I guess I haven't seen her with a boyfriend or a date in so long, I don't know what she's like with men.”“She's an amazing woman.”Gaby giggled. “I'm glad I had a reason not to have sex with you. I can see that you really love Gwen and I can't think of how I would have felt around her if we had. I would always feel so guilty.”“Yeah, it would be tough.”There was silence for a few moments and then she whispered to me. “Did you have sex with my mother and Sheila?” I was quiet for a second and she continued. “No, don't tell me. I don't want to know.”I thought about it. “I think you probably already know the answer to that, don't you.”“Yes.” She whispered.“Okay, it's been 20 minutes. I'm going to go back to Gwen, okay?”I felt the bed move and then her lips were on mine. She kissed me just lightly and then pulled back. “Thank you, John.”“You're welcome.” I stood and went back to Gwen.When I opened the door, Gwen was awake and reading by her bedside lamp. She was surprised to see me and it showed. “Back already?”“It seemed like long enough to say we did it, right?”Gwen waited until I crawled up alongside her. “Yes, but you didn't, did you?”“Can you keep a secret?”“You know I can.”“Gaby just went off birth control because she and Bill want to have another baby. No way was she going to do anything with me. We just talked.”Gwen latched on to me hard and gave me a crushing hug. “Thank you.”“You're welcome.”I lay down next to her and rested my left hand on her arm. I did this a lot. I loved just having a hand on her, knowing she was there beside me. She turned off the light and went to sleep in about 5 minutes. I lay there awake for a while, trying to logically work my way through this will. I mean, if he thought they were sluts, why would he have them do this? Was this really his plan? To humiliate them with the betrothed of the one daughter he still thought highly of? Wouldn't that actually do the opposite of what he wanted? Why? I fell asleep with these thoughts rolling around in my head.The Lawyer's Saturday Inquisition.When I awoke the next morning, although it was Saturday, Gwen was already dressed and coming into the room. “Wake up, sleepyhead. We have an appointment with the lawyer in about 2 hours. You need to get showered, dressed, and have breakfast before the 30 minute drive.”“Argh! I think the stress has worn me out every day.”She sat on the bed and gave me a quick kiss. “Are you ready for this?”I looked at her and grabbed her arm as she went to get up. “Wait. Let me ask you something. If your father thought your mother and sisters were sluts, why would he have them prove this with me, your fiancé? Why would he have them do what he hated? What is his motive?”She stared at me. “I don't understand what you mean.”“In the middle of the night something occurred to me. What if his goal was not to have them do it, but to see if they refused? What if this was a test of his theory? It seems to me that he may have done this to see if your family would prove his point. If your family did this, then they would be the whores he says they are and he gives them nothing. If they don't, then maybe they have proved that they are not sluts and deserving of his estate.”Gwen stared at me and I could see the wheels turning. “I see what you mean. I can't see why he would do this when he would already be dead.”“Did you listen to the hate, spite, and loathing in that letter? Your father did not sound like a well man. I think that may have clouded his judgment.”“Hmm. Maybe. I don't know what to say. You are playing with my mother's inheritance and even some that would come to me.”“I know, but I can't help feel that I'm right.”“So what are you going to do?”“I don't know. I need to shower and dress and think about this some more.”I crawled out of the bed and headed for the shower. I received a sharp smack on the ass from my lover and I turned and wagged my finger at her. She just stuck her tongue out at me.“Promises, promises.”She grinned and left the room.I showered, dressed, and ate a quick breakfast. Everyone was a little subdued and didn't ask me what I was going to say to the lawyer.The drive was terrible. I felt like I did as a child when my mother took me to the dentist for the first time. Fortunately or unfortunately, depending on how you look at it, everyone was the same and nobody talked at all. It left me time to go over my thoughts again. I think I had it right. When I told Gwen, it seemed to confirm to me as I said it out loud that it was a test. If these three women went ahead and had sex with his youngest daughter's fiancé, the daughter who appeared to be his favorite, they would be confirming his dark fantasies and he would cut them off. If, however, they refused, then maybe they had passed the test and he would give them the money. Of course, as awful as that letter sounded, I could be completely wrong. I was in a quandary. I had no idea what to do.When we arrived we were shown into a large conference room and offered refreshments. After getting some coffee and water for us, the receptionist left and we waited for the lawyer, Mr. Thibodeau. He came in after we were there about 15 minutes. I was going over my decision on what to say the entire time. I knew that I really wanted to say nothing happened, but I didn't want to take away the opportunity for the Thurman women to get their inheritance. The man who wrote that letter sounded so awful that I didn't think he deserved to deprive them of that.The lawyer introduced himself and when he got to me he smiled. “Mr. Williams. So glad to meet you.”“Thank you, sir. It's John.”He smiled and turned to head into the other room. “Now, these ladies have been waiting for this for a while, so why don't we go into the other room and discuss this situation.”Mrs. Thurman stood up. “Wait! Don't we get to be in on this?”Mr. Thibodeau turned. “No, I'm sorry. The instructions were very specific. You'll have to wait out here while I go over everything with John.”Mrs. Thurman looked petrified. “Okay.” She didn't sound at all sure of that.We entered Mr. Thibodeau's office. It was richly furnished in dark woods and had a beautiful view out the window. The downtown area was in full view. His bookshelves were full of law and reference books and everything looked freshly dusted. He waved me to a beautiful wood and leather chair and then went behind the desk to sit in his.“Mr. Thibodeau? Can I ask you a question first?”“Sure, John. What is it?”“I heard so many great things about Mr. Thurman, but none of that seems to jibe with the man who wrote that provision in the will. How is that possible?”Mr. Thibodeau looked at me carefully for a few moments. “You are right. You might not know it, but Don had a stroke about a year before he died. His entire personality seemed to be affected by this. He was never the same again. He became mean, short-tempered, and jealous, traits he had never before shown. It was very sad and I counseled him strongly against this provision, but he did what he did anyway.”“I see. Can I ask another question?”He smiled. “Sure.”“Isn't it odd that he has asked these women to do what he despised in order to get his estate? I mean, why not have them investigated for this, why leave it to them asking me to have sex with them?”“It is odd. I haven't seen the second amendment myself, but it's very odd. I thought the same thing. But it is his will and I will follow it.”I knew what I had to do then. I would not tell him I slept with the Thurmans. I would tell him they refused and would take what was given them. “Okay, Mr. Thibodeau, let's get this over with.”He leaned forward and picked up the letter. “I take it you've read this?”“Yes.”“Okay. So answer the question. Did you have the required sex with Ann, Sheila, and Gaby?”I took a deep breath. I was perspiring, unsure about whether or not I was taking away the chance for the Thurman's to get their money from a man whose stroke had changed him. “No, I did not.”He stared at me. “You sure?”I wasn't completely lying. He included all three so it was easier for me to answer. “Positive.”“Well, that answers that question. Now let's see the second amendment.”Mr. Thibodeau had it lying on top of his desk in a sealed envelope, ready to go. He pulled out a letter opener and slit the envelope open. He pulled out the paper and started reading.“Well?”“Oh, sorry. Let me read it to you.Okay, you sluts, here is what you have been waiting for. The first amendment was a test and I know that you sluts probably failed it, but here is my decision.If you did sleep with Gwen's fiancé, then you all are truly whores and I will not leave any of my estate to fucking whores. Ann, you get the $50,000 annual allowance. The rest of you can rot in hell.If, by some miracle, you didn't fuck him, then maybe there is hope for you sluts yet. I can't believe that you wouldn't for this amount of money. But if you didn't, then my estate will be split four ways. Ann will get 40% and Sheila, Gaby, and Gwen will get 20% each.I know that this sounds harsh, but it's my fucking money, so go to hell. I will do with it as I please and whores do not get my money.I love you, Gwen, the rest of you can fuck off.Don.Whew! What an asshole!” the attorney said.I grinned. “Yes, sir, I would have to agree with that. But it wasn't the real him, was it? He was changed by the stroke. I think we need to tell the ladies before they all start having heart attacks.”“Absolutely.” He stood and we went back to the conference room. The women there were all pale and nervous. When we entered with smiles on our faces, I could see the hope light up in their eyes.Mr. Thibodeau stepped to the head of the conference table. “Let me read this second amendment.” He did. As he did, I saw all of them start to pale again. Then he put it on the table and smiled. “Since Mr. Williams told me he didn't have the required sex with the three of you, the estate will be distributed as he stated.” All of them stared at me. “Its current value is $38 million. I'll have the papers drawn up and you can tell us where you want the monies, okay?”They finally let out held breaths and let out whoops and started hugging each other. All except for Gwen, who came over and gave me a hug, just holding me and leaning into me.Finally, Ann came over to us, Sheila and Gaby trailing. “How did you know? You were taking a chance with our monies. I can't be angry since it came out right, but it scares me to think about it.”“I knew he was still a logical thinker. He was changed by his stroke, but he still thought logically. I knew he wouldn't give you the money if he thought you were really sluts. He stated that in the first one, you just had to read between the lines.”She hugged me and Gwen, who had refused to let me go. “Well, thank god you were right.”Sheila and Gaby had heard enough and both called their husbands to tell them that they were going to be wealthy.I took Gwen aside and lifted her chin up to have her look into my eyes. “Are you okay? Are we okay?”She sighed. “Yes. I love you so much and the fact that you worked that out makes it better. I don't know what we'll do with all that money.”I leaned over and kissed her. “I can think of a few things we can do right now for which we don't need money – or clothes.”She grinned. “Yeah, good idea. Nice way to celebrate.”She took my hand and led me from the room. Life was really good.by deadeye_76 for Literotica

He’s told he must audition, sexually for fiancée's family. by deadeye_76, Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.The Strange Will of Mr. Thurman.On Wednesday night, the day before Thanksgiving or 2010, I'd just met my fiancée's mother & sisters. The ‘audition' cover story fell apart when my bride to be, Gwen; insisted that her family level with me. The true reason for each of them planning to have sex with me was because of Mr. Thurman's will; and not because they were concerned for Gwen's future love life.“I'm sorry Mrs. Thurman. I can see you are in a tough spot. I can commiserate with you about this, but there are still dangers besides the personal issues. Can I tell you an old joke?”She looked puzzled. “Sure.”“It's one I heard a long time ago.” I sat forward. “A man was at a bar where he met a very desirable young lady. After a few drinks he leaned over and asked her, ‘Will you have sex with me for a million dollars?' She looked at him and thought about it, but eventually said yes. He smiled and asked her, ‘Will you have sex with me for a hundred dollars?' She looked aghast and said, ‘What do you think I am a whore?' He smiled and said, ‘We've already established that, now we're just bickering over price.'” I sat back and watched Mrs. Thurman.“So are you saying that this makes us whores?” She was not happy.“No, I'm saying this may be your deceased husband's way of proving the point that he believes that you, Sheila, and Gaby are; and that this is a dangerous thing we are doing. The final amendment is still unknown to you, right?”She looked at me carefully. “Right. We can't see it until it's time to declare that we have accomplished the first part  of the will's demands; or decide to protest it.”“This is a very dangerous thing.” I was worried about what the real goal of such a vicious man would be. Is this really what he wants? He wants them to be whores to prove that they are? Is that really a test?She came right back at me. “But what choice do we have? If we do not do this before you two are married, we don't even get a chance at the rest of his estate. I should have some of that, don't you think?”“I agree that you should get some of the estate, Mrs. Thurman. I'm sure that I would want it if I was a family member. However, I'm just not sure that I can do this. Gwen?”Gwen looked up at everyone. She had been particularly quiet sitting there. “John, I love you. I want you to be faithful to me. However, I don't know how I can say no to my family on this.”I watched her carefully. She fidgeted and wrung her hands. She was very uncomfortable… as was I. “So if we do this, what's the plan?”Mrs. Thurman looked around. “Sheila, Gaby, and I already drew straws long ago to determine the order. I am supposed to go first, then Sheila, and then Gaby. You will sleep with each of us one night for the next three.”I looked over at Sheila and Gaby. They were also fidgeting and unable to meet my eyes. “Are you two willing to do this, considering you are married?”Sheila looked up and around. She opened her mouth and hesitated. Finally, she said, “Yeah, I guess so.”Gaby stared at me until she realized I was waiting for her to answer individually. She was staring at me as she answered. “No choice.”I went over and kneeled in front of Gwen. “Gwen, you must be absolutely sure that you can handle this. Saying now that you want me to do it and having to remember this for the rest of your life are two different things. Are you going to be able to face the fact that I had sex with the rest of your family?”“I don't know. I just think that I have no choice.”I stood up. “Okay, I'll do it.”Later that night I visited the bedroom of my fiancé's mother.Thanksgiving Day, 2010.I stared at the ceiling. Shit! I had lied to Gwen about fucking her mother. She knew I went in there to fulfill the requirements of the will, but if it ever came out she would go ballistic. I couldn't take it back now and she would feel like I was hiding something if she found out after believing that nothing happened. I really was in a fix now. I would just have to deal with it and live with it the rest of my life, because I didn't want to let this beauty go. But I also had two more women to go, her sisters. This was going to be an interesting but stressful weekend.The next day was Thanksgiving. We all tried to act like it was another normal Thanksgiving gathering and dinner. The food was good, but there was an underlying current of tension in everyone. We were all jumpy because of the arrangements. We managed to get thru the day, and it was an overall joyous occasion, but as we got closer to nightfall, things got quiet. Finally, we all peeled off and went to bed. Gwen and I went to our room and discussed nothing in particular as we put on our pajamas and got ready for bed. She was trying not to discuss that I was going to go to her older sister's room. Sheila was next up in the queue. Finally, at about 10pm, Gwen turned suddenly and pulled me into a bear hug. She whispered that she loved me and then pulled back. She looked up at me and tried to smile.“I guess it's time.”I nodded. “Yeah, it is.”Gwen put her head on my chest. “Please tell me again that this will not change what we have.”I lifted her head by her chin and looked directly at her. “This will never change us. I love you and you love me and we will always be together. This will be over after this weekend.”She put her head back down. “Okay, you'd better go.”I started to pull away, but Gwen held on a little longer, then finally relaxed her grip and backed away. She looked up at me. “See you in a little while.”“Okay.” I kissed her and smiled and left the room in my pajamas.I headed for Sheila's room. I knocked lightly and she called out for me to enter. I opened the door and she was already in bed. She smiled and waved me over. I went toward the bed.She grinned. “Take off your pajamas and get in here.” I complied and she watched closely. “Um. Nice cock.” I looked up at her quickly and she grinned again. “Well, if we are going to do this, I might as well enjoy it. My husband has been neglecting his duties, so I'm ready.”I was quickly tucked under the covers with her. “We don't have to do this, you know. We could just say we did.”“Not a chance.” I felt her reach for my cock and her covers fell away, revealing nice large tits. My cock hardened. “I can't wait to have sex with a new cock. This has given me the approval I needed.” I was now fully hard based on her rubbing my dick with her warm hands and displaying those voluptuous tits. “And a nice sized one at that.” She threw the covers back and looked at my cock, standing at attention while she held it. “Um. Did I mention that I love sucking cock?” She bent over and slowly licked around the head. I lay back and moaned. She smiled up at me and rearranged herself on the bed so that she was kneeling next to me. I could see that she had a fantastic body. How could her husband neglect that night after night? Maybe she was lying or there was more going on there than she knew.Sheila continued to lick and suck on my cock, and she was definitely into it. She gave it a final slurp and started to climb up over me. I looked up at her. “Are you ready? Do you need any lube?”She grinned and rubbed my cock along her slit. “Honey, I've been thinking about this all day and I warmed up a little while waiting for you. Yeah, baby, I'm wet and ready.” With that she slowly started lowering herself onto my cock. Fuck, she was tight. “Fuck yes, a good hard cock. That's what I really needed.”I reached up and grabbed her nice c-cup tits. “Nice tits.”She grinned. “Thank you.” Then she got serious. “Now let's fuck!”Sheila started bouncing up and down on my dick like a mad woman. She thrust herself up and down, up and down, groaning and mumbling how good it was at every step. She was very good at grinding her clit against me and I knew she was going to cum soon. Unfortunately, so was I. “Sheila, I'm going to cum soon.”“Hmm… okay… oh, fuck!”“Sheila, do you want me to try to get to your ass now?”“Not a chance!” She leaned over and stared directly into my eyes while she rotated her hips, stimulating her clit against my pubic bone and hair. “I'm going to fuck you until we both cum and then I'm going to suck you hard again and then you can fuck my tight ass.”That was the final straw for me. I started thrusting and thrusting, feeling the orgasm approaching. She started moaning and I could tell she was close, too. Suddenly, she erupted into an orgasm and held still for a second, then jerked, then held still, then jerked, and did this until she completed her orgasm. I was still thrusting and finally I came, too. I held her down against my hips as I buried my dick into her hot pussy as deep as I could get it to start spurting. I spurted and spurted, filling this sexy mother of two with my cum.She finally collapsed onto my chest. “Um. That was nice. I think I'm going to like having sex with you.”I pushed her up. “This is it, Sheila. Tonight is the last time we will have sex. Period.”“Okay, okay, no need to get upset. I'm just going to leave an open invitation out there for you, that's all.”“Sorry, not going to happen. I love your sister and I'm going to marry her. She's the one for me. Once we finish here tonight, we're done.”She stared at me for a second. “Hmmm. I guess that means that baby Gwen is pretty good in the sack, too, eh?”“No comment.”She shrugged her shoulders. “No matter. I've got you for a little longer tonight, and I'm not letting you go until we are done.”I groaned and she grinned. She clambered off me and lay next to me. She snuggled up against me and waited a few minutes for us both to catch her breath. Finally she rose up on one elbow, her body still molded to mine. “Well, John. Are you ready for the next round?” She reached out and cupped my balls and soft dick. “Not yet? Well, let's see what we can do about that.” She then leaned over and started cleaning and sucking my dick. Fuck! This woman was definitely into sex! I decided to tell her that.“Oh, shit, Sheila, you can really suck cock!”She lifted her face from my crotch and grinned evilly. “Damn right!” Then she buried her face back into my balls and licked them from the bottom up. She finished by going all the way up my dick and then burying it into her mouth. Fuck! I groaned and she pulled off.“Um. I see that somebody's dick wants some of Sheila's ass. You ready stud?”I stared at her for a second. “Uh, yeah.” I was barely recovered from the first fuck and she had my dick hard and quivering again.Sheila sat up and patted me on the hip. “Get up and do this right. Get behind me and fuck my ass hard.”I was amazed at how different this woman was in and out of the bedroom. She was fucking amazing at this. I crawled up onto my knees and she turned and got on all fours with her face buried into a pillow. She turned her head to me for a second.“Fuck my pussy for a few moments to get nice and wet and then shove it in my ass. I love ass-fucking, so you shouldn't have any problems.”I crawled around behind her and stared at the voluptuous ass in front of me. Her little brown star was winking at me as she appeared to be flexing it. I moved up behind her and aimed my dick at her pussy. I eased it in. Our combined lubrication in her pussy meant that my dick was soaking wet instantly. I slowly fucked her a few times to get it ready and then pulled it out.“Yeah, baby, fuck that sexy ass.”I moved forward and pushed my dick against her asshole. “You mean this ass?”“Fuck yeah! Do it! Fuck me!”I pushed quickly and her ass opened up and my dick went all the way to the hilt in one solid thrust.“Oh, yeah, fuck me baby!” Sheila kept after me to fuck her, so I did.I pulled back and started thrusting. I would pull back kind of slow and watch as her ass clamped onto my dick and then I would quickly bury it. Each time my hips slapped up against hers and she moaned. I could feel her rubbing her pussy with one of her hands and I just started fucking her hard at that point. There was no attempt at her satisfaction now. I just pounded her and looked for my next cum. I wanted to fill her nasty ass with as much cum as I could. I fucked and fucked and she started rolling her hips a little as she played with her pussy and that pushed me to the edge. I was fucking her hard and enjoying it immensely. I was on that edge, wanting it to last forever, but also badly wanting to cum. Suddenly she shuddered in orgasm and the rhythmic squeezing of her ass put me over the top.“Oh fuck! Here it cums!” I buried myself in Sheila's tight ass and pumped a load deep into her. I pumped and pumped and was exhausted when I finished. I collapsed on top of her and pushed her flat on the bed.“Nice job, John. I think you're going to keep Gwen well satisfied.”I lay there on top of her feeling her flex her ass and the nice contour of her bubble butt. “I plan on it.”“Um. Just stay there for a minute until your dick shrinks and naturally pops out of my ass.”I lay there, feeling her under me. I started relaxing and finally my dick popped out of her ass. She giggled. “Oh, yeah. Nothing like a good pussy and ass fucking to take the edge off.”I rolled off to the side and stared at her. “Is your husband really neglecting you?”She grinned. “Yeah. I think he has a little something on the side at work, so I have a friend who comes over and makes sure I don't get too horny.” I must have been staring at her after that. “What? Don't get all high and mighty until you've been in that position. I'm a woman reaching my sexual peak and all he can do is drool over the bimbos at work.”“Okay.” What could I say to that. “I think I'll get cleaned up and go.”“Okay, lover. I'll be sure to tell Gwen how good you were and took good care of her sister.” She gave me an evil grin and wink.“No, thanks.” I threw my pajamas back on and went to Gwen's room.Gwen was not even pretending to be asleep this time. She was sitting up and reading her book – at least that's what she was trying to do. She looked up as soon as I entered.“Well?” She looked at me apprehensively.“Your older sister is a little freaky.” I decided I had to tell her the truth about this one.Her face showed her disappointment even though she knew why I went in there. “I figured. She was always the one telling us about her sexual exploits in college.”“She also admitted to me that she thinks her husband has a mistress so she has a lover, too.”Gwen stared at me. “She actually said that?”“Yeah.”Gwen got quiet for a minute. “So you fucked her?”I stared at Gwen, trying to portray the regret that I felt. “Yeah.”“Did you enjoy it?”“Are you sure you want to talk about this?”She looked down and then back up, staring at me. “Yes, I want to know.”“I didn't really enjoy it, but I did cum. She was very good.”“She was?”“She was even a little – I don't know, maybe a little slutty?”Gwen stared for a moment. “Do you think there's any truth to my father's accusations?”“No. Absolutely not. I know that they are strong, independent women. I also know that they were not wallflowers in college, but there's a big difference between having a healthy sex life and being a slut!” I said that emphatically, trying to ensure that she understood my position.“I agree.”Gwen lay down and turned away from me, saying nothing more. I thought she might be mad. I crawled into bed with her and lay there, thinking about what I should do, or what I could do. I could come up with nothing. I was completely ill equipped to handle this type of situation. I decided it was best to just lay there and not try to bother her.I lay there and listened to her breathing. She didn't' seem to be relaxing. Finally, she turned toward me and put her arm over my chest and her leg over mine. “I'm sorry. I know we asked you to do this. It's not your fault.”“I'm sorry that I had to do it.”She rose up and kissed me on the lips. “I love you. I always will.”“I love you, too. Always.”I was much more capable of relaxing now and thought about tomorrow. I was hoping tomorrow would be easier. Finally, I went to sleep.I woke up and knew that it was morning by the light streaming in the window. There was no sign of Gwen. I sat up and looked around. The door was open and I could hear talking downstairs. I walked down there and Gwen and her mother were cooking breakfast. Gwen came immediately over to me and put her arms around me. She gave me a big kiss.“Good morning, my favorite man.”I answered her. “Good morning, my most favorite woman.”She grinned. “C'mon. Let's eat before my sisters get up.”I agreed and we sat down for breakfast. It was the most relaxing meal I'd had since I arrived. I was holding out hope that the rest of the day would be easy, but I knew deep down that it wouldn't be.Friday after Thanksgiving, 2010.I had just finished breakfast on Black Friday with my fiancé and her mother. I thought about what lie ahead. I had already fucked my fiancé's mother and sister in order to fulfill the requirements of this weird will that her father had left when he died. Gwen didn't know I had fucked her mother. I had lied and said we couldn't do it. I had told her the truth about her slutty sister Sheila. Now, I had one more sister to go; Gaby.The middle of the day went quickly for me. I took my time getting ready and the four women all went to do some shopping. They were avoiding the large malls, but were going to hit some small stores. I watched some football and caught up on some reading.About 5pm, they strolled back in, carrying a few bags each from their trip. They were all laughing and having a good time. When Gaby looked over at me I saw her blanch. She was definitely feeling stressed out about our meeting later that night. Gwen came over and gave me a big, wet kiss and they all flounced upstairs to put their purchases away.Dinner was leftovers and we all gathered around in the kitchen to dip into the containers and fill our plates. I got a little of everything and was second in line for the microwave, so I was sitting with Gwen as the other three were finishing and warming their food.She leaned over to me and I smiled. She smiled back and then leaned closer to my ear. “I love you more than I can express.”I turned my head after she said that to see tears welling in her eyes. I pulled her in and gave her a hug and told her I loved her. About that time her mother came out of the kitchen.“Hey, you two, get a room!” She said it jokingly, but it seemed that Gwen was not to be cheered up. She didn't laugh or respond, she just went back to eating.The scenario this evening was the same as the others. We watched a little television and then everyone went to bed early.At 10pm, I was ready to leave my room and head toward the room of yet again another Thurman woman. Gaby was the middle child and had been married for about 3 years. She had a one-year old that her husband had taken to his family's house for the holidays. She was supposed to join them tomorrow for a couple of days.I said my good-bye to Gwen and headed to Gaby's room. When I entered, it was very dark. I waited for a couple of seconds to get my night eyes and then moved toward the bed. I could hear her breathing and her nervousness was so evident as to be discernible from 10 feet away.“Gaby?”“Y, Yes?” She haltingly answered, her voice breaking.I sat on the bed. “Are you alright?”I heard her take a deep breath. “Yes, but I can't have sex with you.” She said it in a breathy whisper.I was not surprised. “That's okay.” I lay down on top of the covers. “I'll just lay here and we can talk for a while. We don't ever have to tell anyone anything.”“Okay.” She seemed to relax, although I couldn't see her. “I might have been able to do it.”I thought about how she said that for a second. “Might have?”“Yes. My husband and I decided to try for another child and I went off birth control a couple of months ago. I can't have sex with you at all. I'd be too worried and scared that it wouldn't be Bill's.”“Oh, I see. Well, that's fine. We'll just talk for a while and then I'll go back to Gwen.”“Okay.”We discussed her life and she was just getting back into working, but she and Bill had really wanted to have three kids. She was already 27 and didn't want too much time between them, so they had decided to try again this fall. I could tell that her family was important to her and she, like most mothers, couldn't stop talking about her son. I told her about Gwen and I and she giggled when I told her how Gwen practically kissed my face off after proposing.“That sounds so unlike her. I guess I haven't seen her with a boyfriend or a date in so long, I don't know what she's like with men.”“She's an amazing woman.”Gaby giggled. “I'm glad I had a reason not to have sex with you. I can see that you really love Gwen and I can't think of how I would have felt around her if we had. I would always feel so guilty.”“Yeah, it would be tough.”There was silence for a few moments and then she whispered to me. “Did you have sex with my mother and Sheila?” I was quiet for a second and she continued. “No, don't tell me. I don't want to know.”I thought about it. “I think you probably already know the answer to that, don't you.”“Yes.” She whispered.“Okay, it's been 20 minutes. I'm going to go back to Gwen, okay?”I felt the bed move and then her lips were on mine. She kissed me just lightly and then pulled back. “Thank you, John.”“You're welcome.” I stood and went back to Gwen.When I opened the door, Gwen was awake and reading by her bedside lamp. She was surprised to see me and it showed. “Back already?”“It seemed like long enough to say we did it, right?”Gwen waited until I crawled up alongside her. “Yes, but you didn't, did you?”“Can you keep a secret?”“You know I can.”“Gaby just went off birth control because she and Bill want to have another baby. No way was she going to do anything with me. We just talked.”Gwen latched on to me hard and gave me a crushing hug. “Thank you.”“You're welcome.”I lay down next to her and rested my left hand on her arm. I did this a lot. I loved just having a hand on her, knowing she was there beside me. She turned off the light and went to sleep in about 5 minutes. I lay there awake for a while, trying to logically work my way through this will. I mean, if he thought they were sluts, why would he have them do this? Was this really his plan? To humiliate them with the betrothed of the one daughter he still thought highly of? Wouldn't that actually do the opposite of what he wanted? Why? I fell asleep with these thoughts rolling around in my head.The Lawyer's Saturday Inquisition.When I awoke the next morning, although it was Saturday, Gwen was already dressed and coming into the room. “Wake up, sleepyhead. We have an appointment with the lawyer in about 2 hours. You need to get showered, dressed, and have breakfast before the 30 minute drive.”“Argh! I think the stress has worn me out every day.”She sat on the bed and gave me a quick kiss. “Are you ready for this?”I looked at her and grabbed her arm as she went to get up. “Wait. Let me ask you something. If your father thought your mother and sisters were sluts, why would he have them prove this with me, your fiancé? Why would he have them do what he hated? What is his motive?”She stared at me. “I don't understand what you mean.”“In the middle of the night something occurred to me. What if his goal was not to have them do it, but to see if they refused? What if this was a test of his theory? It seems to me that he may have done this to see if your family would prove his point. If your family did this, then they would be the whores he says they are and he gives them nothing. If they don't, then maybe they have proved that they are not sluts and deserving of his estate.”Gwen stared at me and I could see the wheels turning. “I see what you mean. I can't see why he would do this when he would already be dead.”“Did you listen to the hate, spite, and loathing in that letter? Your father did not sound like a well man. I think that may have clouded his judgment.”“Hmm. Maybe. I don't know what to say. You are playing with my mother's inheritance and even some that would come to me.”“I know, but I can't help feel that I'm right.”“So what are you going to do?”“I don't know. I need to shower and dress and think about this some more.”I crawled out of the bed and headed for the shower. I received a sharp smack on the ass from my lover and I turned and wagged my finger at her. She just stuck her tongue out at me.“Promises, promises.”She grinned and left the room.I showered, dressed, and ate a quick breakfast. Everyone was a little subdued and didn't ask me what I was going to say to the lawyer.The drive was terrible. I felt like I did as a child when my mother took me to the dentist for the first time. Fortunately or unfortunately, depending on how you look at it, everyone was the same and nobody talked at all. It left me time to go over my thoughts again. I think I had it right. When I told Gwen, it seemed to confirm to me as I said it out loud that it was a test. If these three women went ahead and had sex with his youngest daughter's fiancé, the daughter who appeared to be his favorite, they would be confirming his dark fantasies and he would cut them off. If, however, they refused, then maybe they had passed the test and he would give them the money. Of course, as awful as that letter sounded, I could be completely wrong. I was in a quandary. I had no idea what to do.When we arrived we were shown into a large conference room and offered refreshments. After getting some coffee and water for us, the receptionist left and we waited for the lawyer, Mr. Thibodeau. He came in after we were there about 15 minutes. I was going over my decision on what to say the entire time. I knew that I really wanted to say nothing happened, but I didn't want to take away the opportunity for the Thurman women to get their inheritance. The man who wrote that letter sounded so awful that I didn't think he deserved to deprive them of that.The lawyer introduced himself and when he got to me he smiled. “Mr. Williams. So glad to meet you.”“Thank you, sir. It's John.”He smiled and turned to head into the other room. “Now, these ladies have been waiting for this for a while, so why don't we go into the other room and discuss this situation.”Mrs. Thurman stood up. “Wait! Don't we get to be in on this?”Mr. Thibodeau turned. “No, I'm sorry. The instructions were very specific. You'll have to wait out here while I go over everything with John.”Mrs. Thurman looked petrified. “Okay.” She didn't sound at all sure of that.We entered Mr. Thibodeau's office. It was richly furnished in dark woods and had a beautiful view out the window. The downtown area was in full view. His bookshelves were full of law and reference books and everything looked freshly dusted. He waved me to a beautiful wood and leather chair and then went behind the desk to sit in his.“Mr. Thibodeau? Can I ask you a question first?”“Sure, John. What is it?”“I heard so many great things about Mr. Thurman, but none of that seems to jibe with the man who wrote that provision in the will. How is that possible?”Mr. Thibodeau looked at me carefully for a few moments. “You are right. You might not know it, but Don had a stroke about a year before he died. His entire personality seemed to be affected by this. He was never the same again. He became mean, short-tempered, and jealous, traits he had never before shown. It was very sad and I counseled him strongly against this provision, but he did what he did anyway.”“I see. Can I ask another question?”He smiled. “Sure.”“Isn't it odd that he has asked these women to do what he despised in order to get his estate? I mean, why not have them investigated for this, why leave it to them asking me to have sex with them?”“It is odd. I haven't seen the second amendment myself, but it's very odd. I thought the same thing. But it is his will and I will follow it.”I knew what I had to do then. I would not tell him I slept with the Thurmans. I would tell him they refused and would take what was given them. “Okay, Mr. Thibodeau, let's get this over with.”He leaned forward and picked up the letter. “I take it you've read this?”“Yes.”“Okay. So answer the question. Did you have the required sex with Ann, Sheila, and Gaby?”I took a deep breath. I was perspiring, unsure about whether or not I was taking away the chance for the Thurman's to get their money from a man whose stroke had changed him. “No, I did not.”He stared at me. “You sure?”I wasn't completely lying. He included all three so it was easier for me to answer. “Positive.”“Well, that answers that question. Now let's see the second amendment.”Mr. Thibodeau had it lying on top of his desk in a sealed envelope, ready to go. He pulled out a letter opener and slit the envelope open. He pulled out the paper and started reading.“Well?”“Oh, sorry. Let me read it to you.Okay, you sluts, here is what you have been waiting for. The first amendment was a test and I know that you sluts probably failed it, but here is my decision.If you did sleep with Gwen's fiancé, then you all are truly whores and I will not leave any of my estate to fucking whores. Ann, you get the $50,000 annual allowance. The rest of you can rot in hell.If, by some miracle, you didn't fuck him, then maybe there is hope for you sluts yet. I can't believe that you wouldn't for this amount of money. But if you didn't, then my estate will be split four ways. Ann will get 40% and Sheila, Gaby, and Gwen will get 20% each.I know that this sounds harsh, but it's my fucking money, so go to hell. I will do with it as I please and whores do not get my money.I love you, Gwen, the rest of you can fuck off.Don.Whew! What an asshole!” the attorney said.I grinned. “Yes, sir, I would have to agree with that. But it wasn't the real him, was it? He was changed by the stroke. I think we need to tell the ladies before they all start having heart attacks.”“Absolutely.” He stood and we went back to the conference room. The women there were all pale and nervous. When we entered with smiles on our faces, I could see the hope light up in their eyes.Mr. Thibodeau stepped to the head of the conference table. “Let me read this second amendment.” He did. As he did, I saw all of them start to pale again. Then he put it on the table and smiled. “Since Mr. Williams told me he didn't have the required sex with the three of you, the estate will be distributed as he stated.” All of them stared at me. “Its current value is $38 million. I'll have the papers drawn up and you can tell us where you want the monies, okay?”They finally let out held breaths and let out whoops and started hugging each other. All except for Gwen, who came over and gave me a hug, just holding me and leaning into me.Finally, Ann came over to us, Sheila and Gaby trailing. “How did you know? You were taking a chance with our monies. I can't be angry since it came out right, but it scares me to think about it.”“I knew he was still a logical thinker. He was changed by his stroke, but he still thought logically. I knew he wouldn't give you the money if he thought you were really sluts. He stated that in the first one, you just had to read between the lines.”She hugged me and Gwen, who had refused to let me go. “Well, thank god you were right.”Sheila and Gaby had heard enough and both called their husbands to tell them that they were going to be wealthy.I took Gwen aside and lifted her chin up to have her look into my eyes. “Are you okay? Are we okay?”She sighed. “Yes. I love you so much and the fact that you worked that out makes it better. I don't know what we'll do with all that money.”I leaned over and kissed her. “I can think of a few things we can do right now for which we don't need money – or clothes.”She grinned. “Yeah, good idea. Nice way to celebrate.”She took my hand and led me from the room. Life was really good.by deadeye_76 for Literotica

Exclusion Defeats Claim for Defense and Indemnity Duckworth roofing, while repairing a roof for LGO Properties caused a fire at the Tulane Building while using hot torches to repair the roof. In Certain Underwriters At Lloyd's Of London As Subrogee Of L.G.O. Properties, LLC  v.  Duxworth Roofing And Sheetmetal, Inc., No. 2022-CA-0821, Court of Appeals of Louisiana, Fourth Circuit (July 18, 2023) the defendant sought coverage when the  defendant's insurer denied coverage because of an exclusion called the Torch Down Roofing Exclusion. FACTS L.G.O. Properties, L.L.C. entered into a contract with Duxworth to perform roofing work at 4033 Tulane Avenue (hereinafter "the Tulane Building"). Duxworth's roofing work included the use of hot tools and the installation of a process called "torch down roofing" to repair a leak on the roof of the Tulane Building. On December 9, 2016, the Tulane Building was damaged in a fire (hereinafter "the December 2016 fire"). James River, Duckworth's insurer, filed a motion for summary judgment arguing that the Commercial General Liability insurance policy precludes Duxworth from receiving coverage. DISCUSSION Duxworth asserts multiple assignments of error challenging the trial court's ruling on the motion for summary judgment. The Language Of The Torch Down Roofing Exclusion Is Not Ambiguous The Louisiana Court of Appeals found that the Torch Down Roofing Exclusion precludes Duxworth from receiving coverage from James River. A Court must give words and phrases their general meaning. Mr. Duxworth's deposition revealed that he was a part of the crew that was present and performing torch down roofing repairs to the Tulane Building on the day of the December 2016 fire. Since Mr. Duxworth testified that his team was instructed to repair a leak to the Tulane Building's roof which required the use of hot tools and torches, also known as "torch down" roofing, and since Mr. Duxworth concedes that hot tools and torches were used to install a flat torch down roof to the Tulane Building the exclusion applies. Given the plain, ordinary, and generally prevailing meaning of the words "arise out of," it was clear to the Court of Appeals that Lloyd's of London's claims against Duxworth arose out of and are derived from the property damage caused by the fire that occurred during the time Duxworth was performing ongoing torch down roofing installation. Duty to Defend A duty to defend is determined solely from the plaintiff's pleadings and on the face of the policy. James River's CGL policy provides: "we will have no duty to defend the insured against any 'suit' seeking damages for 'bodily injury' or 'property damage' to which this insurance does not apply." Lloyd's of London's petition alleges that Duxworth failed to safely use hot torches to perform roofing work on the Tulane Building. The Torch Down Roofing Exclusion unambiguously excluded the claims against Duckworth. The trial court properly sustained James River's motion for summary judgment and determining that the Torch Down Roofing Exclusion prevents coverage from the use of torch down roofing operations. ZALMA OPINION Everyone who is sued wants to use other people's money to defend the suit. Duckworth bought a policy with a "Torch Down Roofing Exclusion" that obviously applied after the insured testified he and his staff were using torches to repair the building at the time it caught fire. Using that type of roofing with a policy that excludes it accepted the full risk of loss and will have to use his own funds to pay off the Lloyd's Underwriters' subrogation action. (c) 2023 Barry Zalma & ClaimSchool, Inc. --- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/barry-zalma/support

After hearing several guest state that they fell in love with BBQ because of Haywards BBQ and specifically, Haywards Spears, we just had to dedicate a whole show to him. Since Mr. Spears had passed recently, we did the next best thing and had the current owner, Eric Sweeny on to share some memories.

The Audition: Her Sister's Beds He's told he must audition, sexually for fiancée's family. by deadeye_76, Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. The Strange Will of Mr. Thurman. On Wednesday night, the day before Thanksgiving or 2010, I'd just met my fiancée's mother & sisters. The ‘audition' cover story fell apart when my bride to be, Gwen; insisted that her family level with me. The true reason for each of them planning to have sex with me was because of Mr. Thurman's will; and not because they were concerned for Gwen's future love life. “I'm sorry Mrs. Thurman. I can see you are in a tough spot. I can commiserate with you about this, but there are still dangers besides the personal issues. Can I tell you an old joke?” [[MORE]] She looked puzzled. “Sure.” “It's one I heard a long time ago.” I sat forward. “A man was at a bar where he met a very desirable young lady. After a few drinks he leaned over and asked her, ‘Will you have sex with me for a million dollars?' She looked at him and thought about it, but eventually said yes. He smiled and asked her, ‘Will you have sex with me for a hundred dollars?' She looked aghast and said, ‘What do you think I am a whore?' He smiled and said, ‘We've already established that, now we're just bickering over price.'” I sat back and watched Mrs. Thurman. “So are you saying that this makes us whores?” She was not happy. “No, I'm saying this may be your deceased husband's way of proving the point that he believes that you, Sheila, and Gaby are; and that this is a dangerous thing we are doing. The final amendment is still unknown to you, right?” She looked at me carefully. “Right. We can't see it until it's time to declare that we have accomplished the first part  of the will's demands; or decide to protest it.” “This is a very dangerous thing.” I was worried about what the real goal of such a vicious man would be. Is this really what he wants? He wants them to be whores to prove that they are? Is that really a test? She came right back at me. “But what choice do we have? If we do not do this before you two are married, we don't even get a chance at the rest of his estate. I should have some of that, don't you think?” “I agree that you should get some of the estate, Mrs. Thurman. I'm sure that I would want it if I was a family member. However, I'm just not sure that I can do this. Gwen?” Gwen looked up at everyone. She had been particularly quiet sitting there. “John, I love you. I want you to be faithful to me. However, I don't know how I can say no to my family on this.” I watched her carefully. She fidgeted and wrung her hands. She was very uncomfortable… as was I. “So if we do this, what's the plan?” Mrs. Thurman looked around. “Sheila, Gaby, and I already drew straws long ago to determine the order. I am supposed to go first, then Sheila, and then Gaby. You will sleep with each of us one night for the next three.” I looked over at Sheila and Gaby. They were also fidgeting and unable to meet my eyes. “Are you two willing to do this, considering you are married?” Sheila looked up and around. She opened her mouth and hesitated. Finally, she said, “Yeah, I guess so.” Gaby stared at me until she realized I was waiting for her to answer individually. She was staring at me as she answered. “No choice.” I went over and kneeled in front of Gwen. “Gwen, you must be absolutely sure that you can handle this. Saying now that you want me to do it and having to remember this for the rest of your life are two different things. Are you going to be able to face the fact that I had sex with the rest of your family?” “I don't know. I just think that I have no choice.” I stood up. “Okay, I'll do it.” Later that night I visited the bedroom of my fiancé's mother. Thanksgiving Day, 2010. I stared at the ceiling. Shit! I had lied to Gwen about fucking her mother. She knew I went in there to fulfill the requirements of the will, but if it ever came out she would go ballistic. I couldn't take it back now and she would feel like I was hiding something if she found out after believing that nothing happened. I really was in a fix now. I would just have to deal with it and live with it the rest of my life, because I didn't want to let this beauty go. But I also had two more women to go, her sisters. This was going to be an interesting but stressful weekend. The next day was Thanksgiving. We all tried to act like it was another normal Thanksgiving gathering and dinner. The food was good, but there was an underlying current of tension in everyone. We were all jumpy because of the arrangements. We managed to get thru the day, and it was an overall joyous occasion, but as we got closer to nightfall, things got quiet. Finally, we all peeled off and went to bed. Gwen and I went to our room and discussed nothing in particular as we put on our pajamas and got ready for bed. She was trying not to discuss that I was going to go to her older sister's room. Sheila was next up in the queue. Finally, at about 10pm, Gwen turned suddenly and pulled me into a bear hug. She whispered that she loved me and then pulled back. She looked up at me and tried to smile. “I guess it's time.” I nodded. “Yeah, it is.” Gwen put her head on my chest. “Please tell me again that this will not change what we have.” I lifted her head by her chin and looked directly at her. “This will never change us. I love you and you love me and we will always be together. This will be over after this weekend.” She put her head back down. “Okay, you'd better go.” I started to pull away, but Gwen held on a little longer, then finally relaxed her grip and backed away. She looked up at me. “See you in a little while.” “Okay.” I kissed her and smiled and left the room in my pajamas. I headed for Sheila's room. I knocked lightly and she called out for me to enter. I opened the door and she was already in bed. She smiled and waved me over. I went toward the bed. She grinned. “Take off your pajamas and get in here.” I complied and she watched closely. “Um. Nice cock.” I looked up at her quickly and she grinned again. “Well, if we are going to do this, I might as well enjoy it. My husband has been neglecting his duties, so I'm ready.” I was quickly tucked under the covers with her. “We don't have to do this, you know. We could just say we did.” “Not a chance.” I felt her reach for my cock and her covers fell away, revealing nice large tits. My cock hardened. “I can't wait to have sex with a new cock. This has given me the approval I needed.” I was now fully hard based on her rubbing my dick with her warm hands and displaying those voluptuous tits. “And a nice sized one at that.” She threw the covers back and looked at my cock, standing at attention while she held it. “Um. Did I mention that I love sucking cock?” She bent over and slowly licked around the head. I lay back and moaned. She smiled up at me and rearranged herself on the bed so that she was kneeling next to me. I could see that she had a fantastic body. How could her husband neglect that night after night? Maybe she was lying or there was more going on there than she knew. Sheila continued to lick and suck on my cock, and she was definitely into it. She gave it a final slurp and started to climb up over me. I looked up at her. “Are you ready? Do you need any lube?” She grinned and rubbed my cock along her slit. “Honey, I've been thinking about this all day and I warmed up a little while waiting for you. Yeah, baby, I'm wet and ready.” With that she slowly started lowering herself onto my cock. Fuck, she was tight. “Fuck yes, a good hard cock. That's what I really needed.” I reached up and grabbed her nice c-cup tits. “Nice tits.” She grinned. “Thank you.” Then she got serious. “Now let's fuck!” Sheila started bouncing up and down on my dick like a mad woman. She thrust herself up and down, up and down, groaning and mumbling how good it was at every step. She was very good at grinding her clit against me and I knew she was going to cum soon. Unfortunately, so was I. “Sheila, I'm going to cum soon.” “Hmm… okay… oh, fuck!” “Sheila, do you want me to try to get to your ass now?” “Not a chance!” She leaned over and stared directly into my eyes while she rotated her hips, stimulating her clit against my pubic bone and hair. “I'm going to fuck you until we both cum and then I'm going to suck you hard again and then you can fuck my tight ass.” That was the final straw for me. I started thrusting and thrusting, feeling the orgasm approaching. She started moaning and I could tell she was close, too. Suddenly, she erupted into an orgasm and held still for a second, then jerked, then held still, then jerked, and did this until she completed her orgasm. I was still thrusting and finally I came, too. I held her down against my hips as I buried my dick into her hot pussy as deep as I could get it to start spurting. I spurted and spurted, filling this sexy mother of two with my cum. She finally collapsed onto my chest. “Um. That was nice. I think I'm going to like having sex with you.” I pushed her up. “This is it, Sheila. Tonight is the last time we will have sex. Period.” “Okay, okay, no need to get upset. I'm just going to leave an open invitation out there for you, that's all.” “Sorry, not going to happen. I love your sister and I'm going to marry her. She's the one for me. Once we finish here tonight, we're done.” She stared at me for a second. “Hmmm. I guess that means that baby Gwen is pretty good in the sack, too, eh?” “No comment.” She shrugged her shoulders. “No matter. I've got you for a little longer tonight, and I'm not letting you go until we are done.” I groaned and she grinned. She clambered off me and lay next to me. She snuggled up against me and waited a few minutes for us both to catch her breath. Finally she rose up on one elbow, her body still molded to mine. “Well, John. Are you ready for the next round?” She reached out and cupped my balls and soft dick. “Not yet? Well, let's see what we can do about that.” She then leaned over and started cleaning and sucking my dick. Fuck! This woman was definitely into sex! I decided to tell her that. “Oh, shit, Sheila, you can really suck cock!” She lifted her face from my crotch and grinned evilly. “Damn right!” Then she buried her face back into my balls and licked them from the bottom up. She finished by going all the way up my dick and then burying it into her mouth. Fuck! I groaned and she pulled off. “Um. I see that somebody's dick wants some of Sheila's ass. You ready stud?” I stared at her for a second. “Uh, yeah.” I was barely recovered from the first fuck and she had my dick hard and quivering again. Sheila sat up and patted me on the hip. “Get up and do this right. Get behind me and fuck my ass hard.” I was amazed at how different this woman was in and out of the bedroom. She was fucking amazing at this. I crawled up onto my knees and she turned and got on all fours with her face buried into a pillow. She turned her head to me for a second. “Fuck my pussy for a few moments to get nice and wet and then shove it in my ass. I love ass-fucking, so you shouldn't have any problems.” I crawled around behind her and stared at the voluptuous ass in front of me. Her little brown star was winking at me as she appeared to be flexing it. I moved up behind her and aimed my dick at her pussy. I eased it in. Our combined lubrication in her pussy meant that my dick was soaking wet instantly. I slowly fucked her a few times to get it ready and then pulled it out. “Yeah, baby, fuck that sexy ass.” I moved forward and pushed my dick against her asshole. “You mean this ass?” “Fuck yeah! Do it! Fuck me!” I pushed quickly and her ass opened up and my dick went all the way to the hilt in one solid thrust. “Oh, yeah, fuck me baby!” Sheila kept after me to fuck her, so I did. I pulled back and started thrusting. I would pull back kind of slow and watch as her ass clamped onto my dick and then I would quickly bury it. Each time my hips slapped up against hers and she moaned. I could feel her rubbing her pussy with one of her hands and I just started fucking her hard at that point. There was no attempt at her satisfaction now. I just pounded her and looked for my next cum. I wanted to fill her nasty ass with as much cum as I could. I fucked and fucked and she started rolling her hips a little as she played with her pussy and that pushed me to the edge. I was fucking her hard and enjoying it immensely. I was on that edge, wanting it to last forever, but also badly wanting to cum. Suddenly she shuddered in orgasm and the rhythmic squeezing of her ass put me over the top. “Oh fuck! Here it cums!” I buried myself in Sheila's tight ass and pumped a load deep into her. I pumped and pumped and was exhausted when I finished. I collapsed on top of her and pushed her flat on the bed. “Nice job, John. I think you're going to keep Gwen well satisfied.” I lay there on top of her feeling her flex her ass and the nice contour of her bubble butt. “I plan on it.” “Um. Just stay there for a minute until your dick shrinks and naturally pops out of my ass.” I lay there, feeling her under me. I started relaxing and finally my dick popped out of her ass. She giggled. “Oh, yeah. Nothing like a good pussy and ass fucking to take the edge off.” I rolled off to the side and stared at her. “Is your husband really neglecting you?” She grinned. “Yeah. I think he has a little something on the side at work, so I have a friend who comes over and makes sure I don't get too horny.” I must have been staring at her after that. “What? Don't get all high and mighty until you've been in that position. I'm a woman reaching my sexual peak and all he can do is drool over the bimbos at work.” “Okay.” What could I say to that. “I think I'll get cleaned up and go.” “Okay, lover. I'll be sure to tell Gwen how good you were and took good care of her sister.” She gave me an evil grin and wink. “No, thanks.” I threw my pajamas back on and went to Gwen's room. Gwen was not even pretending to be asleep this time. She was sitting up and reading her book – at least that's what she was trying to do. She looked up as soon as I entered. “Well?” She looked at me apprehensively. “Your older sister is a little freaky.” I decided I had to tell her the truth about this one. Her face showed her disappointment even though she knew why I went in there. “I figured. She was always the one telling us about her sexual exploits in college.” “She also admitted to me that she thinks her husband has a mistress so she has a lover, too.” Gwen stared at me. “She actually said that?” “Yeah.” Gwen got quiet for a minute. “So you fucked her?” I stared at Gwen, trying to portray the regret that I felt. “Yeah.” “Did you enjoy it?” “Are you sure you want to talk about this?” She looked down and then back up, staring at me. “Yes, I want to know.” “I didn't really enjoy it, but I did cum. She was very good.” “She was?” “She was even a little – I don't know, maybe a little slutty?” Gwen stared for a moment. “Do you think there's any truth to my father's accusations?” “No. Absolutely not. I know that they are strong, independent women. I also know that they were not wallflowers in college, but there's a big difference between having a healthy sex life and being a slut!” I said that emphatically, trying to ensure that she understood my position. “I agree.” Gwen lay down and turned away from me, saying nothing more. I thought she might be mad. I crawled into bed with her and lay there, thinking about what I should do, or what I could do. I could come up with nothing. I was completely ill equipped to handle this type of situation. I decided it was best to just lay there and not try to bother her. I lay there and listened to her breathing. She didn't' seem to be relaxing. Finally, she turned toward me and put her arm over my chest and her leg over mine. “I'm sorry. I know we asked you to do this. It's not your fault.” “I'm sorry that I had to do it.” She rose up and kissed me on the lips. “I love you. I always will.” “I love you, too. Always.” I was much more capable of relaxing now and thought about tomorrow. I was hoping tomorrow would be easier. Finally, I went to sleep. I woke up and knew that it was morning by the light streaming in the window. There was no sign of Gwen. I sat up and looked around. The door was open and I could hear talking downstairs. I walked down there and Gwen and her mother were cooking breakfast. Gwen came immediately over to me and put her arms around me. She gave me a big kiss. “Good morning, my favorite man.” I answered her. “Good morning, my most favorite woman.” She grinned. “C'mon. Let's eat before my sisters get up.” I agreed and we sat down for breakfast. It was the most relaxing meal I'd had since I arrived. I was holding out hope that the rest of the day would be easy, but I knew deep down that it wouldn't be. Friday after Thanksgiving, 2010. I had just finished breakfast on Black Friday with my fiancé and her mother. I thought about what lie ahead. I had already fucked my fiancé's mother and sister in order to fulfill the requirements of this weird will that her father had left when he died. Gwen didn't know I had fucked her mother. I had lied and said we couldn't do it. I had told her the truth about her slutty sister Sheila. Now, I had one more sister to go; Gaby. The middle of the day went quickly for me. I took my time getting ready and the four women all went to do some shopping. They were avoiding the large malls, but were going to hit some small stores. I watched some football and caught up on some reading. About 5pm, they strolled back in, carrying a few bags each from their trip. They were all laughing and having a good time. When Gaby looked over at me I saw her blanch. She was definitely feeling stressed out about our meeting later that night. Gwen came over and gave me a big, wet kiss and they all flounced upstairs to put their purchases away. Dinner was leftovers and we all gathered around in the kitchen to dip into the containers and fill our plates. I got a little of everything and was second in line for the microwave, so I was sitting with Gwen as the other three were finishing and warming their food. She leaned over to me and I smiled. She smiled back and then leaned closer to my ear. “I love you more than I can express.” I turned my head after she said that to see tears welling in her eyes. I pulled her in and gave her a hug and told her I loved her. About that time her mother came out of the kitchen. “Hey, you two, get a room!” She said it jokingly, but it seemed that Gwen was not to be cheered up. She didn't laugh or respond, she just went back to eating. The scenario this evening was the same as the others. We watched a little television and then everyone went to bed early. At 10pm, I was ready to leave my room and head toward the room of yet again another Thurman woman. Gaby was the middle child and had been married for about 3 years. She had a one-year old that her husband had taken to his family's house for the holidays. She was supposed to join them tomorrow for a couple of days. I said my good-bye to Gwen and headed to Gaby's room. When I entered, it was very dark. I waited for a couple of seconds to get my night eyes and then moved toward the bed. I could hear her breathing and her nervousness was so evident as to be discernible from 10 feet away. “Gaby?” “Y, Yes?” She haltingly answered, her voice breaking. I sat on the bed. “Are you alright?” I heard her take a deep breath. “Yes, but I can't have sex with you.” She said it in a breathy whisper. I was not surprised. “That's okay.” I lay down on top of the covers. “I'll just lay here and we can talk for a while. We don't ever have to tell anyone anything.” “Okay.” She seemed to relax, although I couldn't see her. “I might have been able to do it.” I thought about how she said that for a second. “Might have?” “Yes. My husband and I decided to try for another child and I went off birth control a couple of months ago. I can't have sex with you at all. I'd be too worried and scared that it wouldn't be Bill's.” “Oh, I see. Well, that's fine. We'll just talk for a while and then I'll go back to Gwen.” “Okay.” We discussed her life and she was just getting back into working, but she and Bill had really wanted to have three kids. She was already 27 and didn't want too much time between them, so they had decided to try again this fall. I could tell that her family was important to her and she, like most mothers, couldn't stop talking about her son. I told her about Gwen and I and she giggled when I told her how Gwen practically kissed my face off after proposing. “That sounds so unlike her. I guess I haven't seen her with a boyfriend or a date in so long, I don't know what she's like with men.” “She's an amazing woman.” Gaby giggled. “I'm glad I had a reason not to have sex with you. I can see that you really love Gwen and I can't think of how I would have felt around her if we had. I would always feel so guilty.” “Yeah, it would be tough.” There was silence for a few moments and then she whispered to me. “Did you have sex with my mother and Sheila?” I was quiet for a second and she continued. “No, don't tell me. I don't want to know.” I thought about it. “I think you probably already know the answer to that, don't you.” “Yes.” She whispered. “Okay, it's been 20 minutes. I'm going to go back to Gwen, okay?” I felt the bed move and then her lips were on mine. She kissed me just lightly and then pulled back. “Thank you, John.” “You're welcome.” I stood and went back to Gwen. When I opened the door, Gwen was awake and reading by her bedside lamp. She was surprised to see me and it showed. “Back already?” “It seemed like long enough to say we did it, right?” Gwen waited until I crawled up alongside her. “Yes, but you didn't, did you?” “Can you keep a secret?” “You know I can.” “Gaby just went off birth control because she and Bill want to have another baby. No way was she going to do anything with me. We just talked.” Gwen latched on to me hard and gave me a crushing hug. “Thank you.” “You're welcome.” I lay down next to her and rested my left hand on her arm. I did this a lot. I loved just having a hand on her, knowing she was there beside me. She turned off the light and went to sleep in about 5 minutes. I lay there awake for a while, trying to logically work my way through this will. I mean, if he thought they were sluts, why would he have them do this? Was this really his plan? To humiliate them with the betrothed of the one daughter he still thought highly of? Wouldn't that actually do the opposite of what he wanted? Why? I fell asleep with these thoughts rolling around in my head. The Lawyer's Saturday Inquisition. When I awoke the next morning, although it was Saturday, Gwen was already dressed and coming into the room. “Wake up, sleepyhead. We have an appointment with the lawyer in about 2 hours. You need to get showered, dressed, and have breakfast before the 30 minute drive.” “Argh! I think the stress has worn me out every day.” She sat on the bed and gave me a quick kiss. “Are you ready for this?” I looked at her and grabbed her arm as she went to get up. “Wait. Let me ask you something. If your father thought your mother and sisters were sluts, why would he have them prove this with me, your fiancé? Why would he have them do what he hated? What is his motive?” She stared at me. “I don't understand what you mean.” “In the middle of the night something occurred to me. What if his goal was not to have them do it, but to see if they refused? What if this was a test of his theory? It seems to me that he may have done this to see if your family would prove his point. If your family did this, then they would be the whores he says they are and he gives them nothing. If they don't, then maybe they have proved that they are not sluts and deserving of his estate.” Gwen stared at me and I could see the wheels turning. “I see what you mean. I can't see why he would do this when he would already be dead.” “Did you listen to the hate, spite, and loathing in that letter? Your father did not sound like a well man. I think that may have clouded his judgment.” “Hmm. Maybe. I don't know what to say. You are playing with my mother's inheritance and even some that would come to me.” “I know, but I can't help feel that I'm right.” “So what are you going to do?” “I don't know. I need to shower and dress and think about this some more.” I crawled out of the bed and headed for the shower. I received a sharp smack on the ass from my lover and I turned and wagged my finger at her. She just stuck her tongue out at me. “Promises, promises.” She grinned and left the room. I showered, dressed, and ate a quick breakfast. Everyone was a little subdued and didn't ask me what I was going to say to the lawyer. The drive was terrible. I felt like I did as a child when my mother took me to the dentist for the first time. Fortunately or unfortunately, depending on how you look at it, everyone was the same and nobody talked at all. It left me time to go over my thoughts again. I think I had it right. When I told Gwen, it seemed to confirm to me as I said it out loud that it was a test. If these three women went ahead and had sex with his youngest daughter's fiancé, the daughter who appeared to be his favorite, they would be confirming his dark fantasies and he would cut them off. If, however, they refused, then maybe they had passed the test and he would give them the money. Of course, as awful as that letter sounded, I could be completely wrong. I was in a quandary. I had no idea what to do. When we arrived we were shown into a large conference room and offered refreshments. After getting some coffee and water for us, the receptionist left and we waited for the lawyer, Mr. Thibodeau. He came in after we were there about 15 minutes. I was going over my decision on what to say the entire time. I knew that I really wanted to say nothing happened, but I didn't want to take away the opportunity for the Thurman women to get their inheritance. The man who wrote that letter sounded so awful that I didn't think he deserved to deprive them of that. The lawyer introduced himself and when he got to me he smiled. “Mr. Williams. So glad to meet you.” “Thank you, sir. It's John.” He smiled and turned to head into the other room. “Now, these ladies have been waiting for this for a while, so why don't we go into the other room and discuss this situation.” Mrs. Thurman stood up. “Wait! Don't we get to be in on this?” Mr. Thibodeau turned. “No, I'm sorry. The instructions were very specific. You'll have to wait out here while I go over everything with John.” Mrs. Thurman looked petrified. “Okay.” She didn't sound at all sure of that. We entered Mr. Thibodeau's office. It was richly furnished in dark woods and had a beautiful view out the window. The downtown area was in full view. His bookshelves were full of law and reference books and everything looked freshly dusted. He waved me to a beautiful wood and leather chair and then went behind the desk to sit in his. “Mr. Thibodeau? Can I ask you a question first?” “Sure, John. What is it?” “I heard so many great things about Mr. Thurman, but none of that seems to jibe with the man who wrote that provision in the will. How is that possible?” Mr. Thibodeau looked at me carefully for a few moments. “You are right. You might not know it, but Don had a stroke about a year before he died. His entire personality seemed to be affected by this. He was never the same again. He became mean, short-tempered, and jealous, traits he had never before shown. It was very sad and I counseled him strongly against this provision, but he did what he did anyway.” “I see. Can I ask another question?” He smiled. “Sure.” “Isn't it odd that he has asked these women to do what he despised in order to get his estate? I mean, why not have them investigated for this, why leave it to them asking me to have sex with them?” “It is odd. I haven't seen the second amendment myself, but it's very odd. I thought the same thing. But it is his will and I will follow it.” I knew what I had to do then. I would not tell him I slept with the Thurmans. I would tell him they refused and would take what was given them. “Okay, Mr. Thibodeau, let's get this over with.” He leaned forward and picked up the letter. “I take it you've read this?” “Yes.” “Okay. So answer the question. Did you have the required sex with Ann, Sheila, and Gaby?” I took a deep breath. I was perspiring, unsure about whether or not I was taking away the chance for the Thurman's to get their money from a man whose stroke had changed him. “No, I did not.” He stared at me. “You sure?” I wasn't completely lying. He included all three so it was easier for me to answer. “Positive.” “Well, that answers that question. Now let's see the second amendment.” Mr. Thibodeau had it lying on top of his desk in a sealed envelope, ready to go. He pulled out a letter opener and slit the envelope open. He pulled out the paper and started reading. “Well?” “Oh, sorry. Let me read it to you. Okay, you sluts, here is what you have been waiting for. The first amendment was a test and I know that you sluts probably failed it, but here is my decision. If you did sleep with Gwen's fiancé, then you all are truly whores and I will not leave any of my estate to fucking whores. Ann, you get the $50,000 annual allowance. The rest of you can rot in hell. If, by some miracle, you didn't fuck him, then maybe there is hope for you sluts yet. I can't believe that you wouldn't for this amount of money. But if you didn't, then my estate will be split four ways. Ann will get 40% and Sheila, Gaby, and Gwen will get 20% each. I know that this sounds harsh, but it's my fucking money, so go to hell. I will do with it as I please and whores do not get my money. I love you, Gwen, the rest of you can fuck off. Don. Whew! What an asshole!” the attorney said. I grinned. “Yes, sir, I would have to agree with that. But it wasn't the real him, was it? He was changed by the stroke. I think we need to tell the ladies before they all start having heart attacks.” “Absolutely.” He stood and we went back to the conference room. The women there were all pale and nervous. When we entered with smiles on our faces, I could see the hope light up in their eyes. Mr. Thibodeau stepped to the head of the conference table. “Let me read this second amendment.” He did. As he did, I saw all of them start to pale again. Then he put it on the table and smiled. “Since Mr. Williams told me he didn't have the required sex with the three of you, the estate will be distributed as he stated.” All of them stared at me. “Its current value is $38 million. I'll have the papers drawn up and you can tell us where you want the monies, okay?” They finally let out held breaths and let out whoops and started hugging each other. All except for Gwen, who came over and gave me a hug, just holding me and leaning into me. Finally, Ann came over to us, Sheila and Gaby trailing. “How did you know? You were taking a chance with our monies. I can't be angry since it came out right, but it scares me to think about it.” “I knew he was still a logical thinker. He was changed by his stroke, but he still thought logically. I knew he wouldn't give you the money if he thought you were really sluts. He stated that in the first one, you just had to read between the lines.” She hugged me and Gwen, who had refused to let me go. “Well, thank god you were right.” Sheila and Gaby had heard enough and both called their husbands to tell them that they were going to be wealthy. I took Gwen aside and lifted her chin up to have her look into my eyes. “Are you okay? Are we okay?” She sighed. “Yes. I love you so much and the fact that you worked that out makes it better. I don't know what we'll do with all that money.” I leaned over and kissed her. “I can think of a few things we can do right now for which we don't need money – or clothes.” She grinned. “Yeah, good idea. Nice way to celebrate.” She took my hand and led me from the room. Life was really good. by deadeye_76 for Literotica

The Audition: Her Sister's Beds He's told he must audition, sexually for fiancée's family. by deadeye_76, Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. The Strange Will of Mr. Thurman. On Wednesday night, the day before Thanksgiving or 2010, I'd just met my fiancée's mother & sisters. The ‘audition' cover story fell apart when my bride to be, Gwen; insisted that her family level with me. The true reason for each of them planning to have sex with me was because of Mr. Thurman's will; and not because they were concerned for Gwen's future love life. “I'm sorry Mrs. Thurman. I can see you are in a tough spot. I can commiserate with you about this, but there are still dangers besides the personal issues. Can I tell you an old joke?” [[MORE]] She looked puzzled. “Sure.” “It's one I heard a long time ago.” I sat forward. “A man was at a bar where he met a very desirable young lady. After a few drinks he leaned over and asked her, ‘Will you have sex with me for a million dollars?' She looked at him and thought about it, but eventually said yes. He smiled and asked her, ‘Will you have sex with me for a hundred dollars?' She looked aghast and said, ‘What do you think I am a whore?' He smiled and said, ‘We've already established that, now we're just bickering over price.'” I sat back and watched Mrs. Thurman. “So are you saying that this makes us whores?” She was not happy. “No, I'm saying this may be your deceased husband's way of proving the point that he believes that you, Sheila, and Gaby are; and that this is a dangerous thing we are doing. The final amendment is still unknown to you, right?” She looked at me carefully. “Right. We can't see it until it's time to declare that we have accomplished the first part  of the will's demands; or decide to protest it.” “This is a very dangerous thing.” I was worried about what the real goal of such a vicious man would be. Is this really what he wants? He wants them to be whores to prove that they are? Is that really a test? She came right back at me. “But what choice do we have? If we do not do this before you two are married, we don't even get a chance at the rest of his estate. I should have some of that, don't you think?” “I agree that you should get some of the estate, Mrs. Thurman. I'm sure that I would want it if I was a family member. However, I'm just not sure that I can do this. Gwen?” Gwen looked up at everyone. She had been particularly quiet sitting there. “John, I love you. I want you to be faithful to me. However, I don't know how I can say no to my family on this.” I watched her carefully. She fidgeted and wrung her hands. She was very uncomfortable… as was I. “So if we do this, what's the plan?” Mrs. Thurman looked around. “Sheila, Gaby, and I already drew straws long ago to determine the order. I am supposed to go first, then Sheila, and then Gaby. You will sleep with each of us one night for the next three.” I looked over at Sheila and Gaby. They were also fidgeting and unable to meet my eyes. “Are you two willing to do this, considering you are married?” Sheila looked up and around. She opened her mouth and hesitated. Finally, she said, “Yeah, I guess so.” Gaby stared at me until she realized I was waiting for her to answer individually. She was staring at me as she answered. “No choice.” I went over and kneeled in front of Gwen. “Gwen, you must be absolutely sure that you can handle this. Saying now that you want me to do it and having to remember this for the rest of your life are two different things. Are you going to be able to face the fact that I had sex with the rest of your family?” “I don't know. I just think that I have no choice.” I stood up. “Okay, I'll do it.” Later that night I visited the bedroom of my fiancé's mother. Thanksgiving Day, 2010. I stared at the ceiling. Shit! I had lied to Gwen about fucking her mother. She knew I went in there to fulfill the requirements of the will, but if it ever came out she would go ballistic. I couldn't take it back now and she would feel like I was hiding something if she found out after believing that nothing happened. I really was in a fix now. I would just have to deal with it and live with it the rest of my life, because I didn't want to let this beauty go. But I also had two more women to go, her sisters. This was going to be an interesting but stressful weekend. The next day was Thanksgiving. We all tried to act like it was another normal Thanksgiving gathering and dinner. The food was good, but there was an underlying current of tension in everyone. We were all jumpy because of the arrangements. We managed to get thru the day, and it was an overall joyous occasion, but as we got closer to nightfall, things got quiet. Finally, we all peeled off and went to bed. Gwen and I went to our room and discussed nothing in particular as we put on our pajamas and got ready for bed. She was trying not to discuss that I was going to go to her older sister's room. Sheila was next up in the queue. Finally, at about 10pm, Gwen turned suddenly and pulled me into a bear hug. She whispered that she loved me and then pulled back. She looked up at me and tried to smile. “I guess it's time.” I nodded. “Yeah, it is.” Gwen put her head on my chest. “Please tell me again that this will not change what we have.” I lifted her head by her chin and looked directly at her. “This will never change us. I love you and you love me and we will always be together. This will be over after this weekend.” She put her head back down. “Okay, you'd better go.” I started to pull away, but Gwen held on a little longer, then finally relaxed her grip and backed away. She looked up at me. “See you in a little while.” “Okay.” I kissed her and smiled and left the room in my pajamas. I headed for Sheila's room. I knocked lightly and she called out for me to enter. I opened the door and she was already in bed. She smiled and waved me over. I went toward the bed. She grinned. “Take off your pajamas and get in here.” I complied and she watched closely. “Um. Nice cock.” I looked up at her quickly and she grinned again. “Well, if we are going to do this, I might as well enjoy it. My husband has been neglecting his duties, so I'm ready.” I was quickly tucked under the covers with her. “We don't have to do this, you know. We could just say we did.” “Not a chance.” I felt her reach for my cock and her covers fell away, revealing nice large tits. My cock hardened. “I can't wait to have sex with a new cock. This has given me the approval I needed.” I was now fully hard based on her rubbing my dick with her warm hands and displaying those voluptuous tits. “And a nice sized one at that.” She threw the covers back and looked at my cock, standing at attention while she held it. “Um. Did I mention that I love sucking cock?” She bent over and slowly licked around the head. I lay back and moaned. She smiled up at me and rearranged herself on the bed so that she was kneeling next to me. I could see that she had a fantastic body. How could her husband neglect that night after night? Maybe she was lying or there was more going on there than she knew. Sheila continued to lick and suck on my cock, and she was definitely into it. She gave it a final slurp and started to climb up over me. I looked up at her. “Are you ready? Do you need any lube?” She grinned and rubbed my cock along her slit. “Honey, I've been thinking about this all day and I warmed up a little while waiting for you. Yeah, baby, I'm wet and ready.” With that she slowly started lowering herself onto my cock. Fuck, she was tight. “Fuck yes, a good hard cock. That's what I really needed.” I reached up and grabbed her nice c-cup tits. “Nice tits.” She grinned. “Thank you.” Then she got serious. “Now let's fuck!” Sheila started bouncing up and down on my dick like a mad woman. She thrust herself up and down, up and down, groaning and mumbling how good it was at every step. She was very good at grinding her clit against me and I knew she was going to cum soon. Unfortunately, so was I. “Sheila, I'm going to cum soon.” “Hmm… okay… oh, fuck!” “Sheila, do you want me to try to get to your ass now?” “Not a chance!” She leaned over and stared directly into my eyes while she rotated her hips, stimulating her clit against my pubic bone and hair. “I'm going to fuck you until we both cum and then I'm going to suck you hard again and then you can fuck my tight ass.” That was the final straw for me. I started thrusting and thrusting, feeling the orgasm approaching. She started moaning and I could tell she was close, too. Suddenly, she erupted into an orgasm and held still for a second, then jerked, then held still, then jerked, and did this until she completed her orgasm. I was still thrusting and finally I came, too. I held her down against my hips as I buried my dick into her hot pussy as deep as I could get it to start spurting. I spurted and spurted, filling this sexy mother of two with my cum. She finally collapsed onto my chest. “Um. That was nice. I think I'm going to like having sex with you.” I pushed her up. “This is it, Sheila. Tonight is the last time we will have sex. Period.” “Okay, okay, no need to get upset. I'm just going to leave an open invitation out there for you, that's all.” “Sorry, not going to happen. I love your sister and I'm going to marry her. She's the one for me. Once we finish here tonight, we're done.” She stared at me for a second. “Hmmm. I guess that means that baby Gwen is pretty good in the sack, too, eh?” “No comment.” She shrugged her shoulders. “No matter. I've got you for a little longer tonight, and I'm not letting you go until we are done.” I groaned and she grinned. She clambered off me and lay next to me. She snuggled up against me and waited a few minutes for us both to catch her breath. Finally she rose up on one elbow, her body still molded to mine. “Well, John. Are you ready for the next round?” She reached out and cupped my balls and soft dick. “Not yet? Well, let's see what we can do about that.” She then leaned over and started cleaning and sucking my dick. Fuck! This woman was definitely into sex! I decided to tell her that. “Oh, shit, Sheila, you can really suck cock!” She lifted her face from my crotch and grinned evilly. “Damn right!” Then she buried her face back into my balls and licked them from the bottom up. She finished by going all the way up my dick and then burying it into her mouth. Fuck! I groaned and she pulled off. “Um. I see that somebody's dick wants some of Sheila's ass. You ready stud?” I stared at her for a second. “Uh, yeah.” I was barely recovered from the first fuck and she had my dick hard and quivering again. Sheila sat up and patted me on the hip. “Get up and do this right. Get behind me and fuck my ass hard.” I was amazed at how different this woman was in and out of the bedroom. She was fucking amazing at this. I crawled up onto my knees and she turned and got on all fours with her face buried into a pillow. She turned her head to me for a second. “Fuck my pussy for a few moments to get nice and wet and then shove it in my ass. I love ass-fucking, so you shouldn't have any problems.” I crawled around behind her and stared at the voluptuous ass in front of me. Her little brown star was winking at me as she appeared to be flexing it. I moved up behind her and aimed my dick at her pussy. I eased it in. Our combined lubrication in her pussy meant that my dick was soaking wet instantly. I slowly fucked her a few times to get it ready and then pulled it out. “Yeah, baby, fuck that sexy ass.” I moved forward and pushed my dick against her asshole. “You mean this ass?” “Fuck yeah! Do it! Fuck me!” I pushed quickly and her ass opened up and my dick went all the way to the hilt in one solid thrust. “Oh, yeah, fuck me baby!” Sheila kept after me to fuck her, so I did. I pulled back and started thrusting. I would pull back kind of slow and watch as her ass clamped onto my dick and then I would quickly bury it. Each time my hips slapped up against hers and she moaned. I could feel her rubbing her pussy with one of her hands and I just started fucking her hard at that point. There was no attempt at her satisfaction now. I just pounded her and looked for my next cum. I wanted to fill her nasty ass with as much cum as I could. I fucked and fucked and she started rolling her hips a little as she played with her pussy and that pushed me to the edge. I was fucking her hard and enjoying it immensely. I was on that edge, wanting it to last forever, but also badly wanting to cum. Suddenly she shuddered in orgasm and the rhythmic squeezing of her ass put me over the top. “Oh fuck! Here it cums!” I buried myself in Sheila's tight ass and pumped a load deep into her. I pumped and pumped and was exhausted when I finished. I collapsed on top of her and pushed her flat on the bed. “Nice job, John. I think you're going to keep Gwen well satisfied.” I lay there on top of her feeling her flex her ass and the nice contour of her bubble butt. “I plan on it.” “Um. Just stay there for a minute until your dick shrinks and naturally pops out of my ass.” I lay there, feeling her under me. I started relaxing and finally my dick popped out of her ass. She giggled. “Oh, yeah. Nothing like a good pussy and ass fucking to take the edge off.” I rolled off to the side and stared at her. “Is your husband really neglecting you?” She grinned. “Yeah. I think he has a little something on the side at work, so I have a friend who comes over and makes sure I don't get too horny.” I must have been staring at her after that. “What? Don't get all high and mighty until you've been in that position. I'm a woman reaching my sexual peak and all he can do is drool over the bimbos at work.” “Okay.” What could I say to that. “I think I'll get cleaned up and go.” “Okay, lover. I'll be sure to tell Gwen how good you were and took good care of her sister.” She gave me an evil grin and wink. “No, thanks.” I threw my pajamas back on and went to Gwen's room. Gwen was not even pretending to be asleep this time. She was sitting up and reading her book – at least that's what she was trying to do. She looked up as soon as I entered. “Well?” She looked at me apprehensively. “Your older sister is a little freaky.” I decided I had to tell her the truth about this one. Her face showed her disappointment even though she knew why I went in there. “I figured. She was always the one telling us about her sexual exploits in college.” “She also admitted to me that she thinks her husband has a mistress so she has a lover, too.” Gwen stared at me. “She actually said that?” “Yeah.” Gwen got quiet for a minute. “So you fucked her?” I stared at Gwen, trying to portray the regret that I felt. “Yeah.” “Did you enjoy it?” “Are you sure you want to talk about this?” She looked down and then back up, staring at me. “Yes, I want to know.” “I didn't really enjoy it, but I did cum. She was very good.” “She was?” “She was even a little – I don't know, maybe a little slutty?” Gwen stared for a moment. “Do you think there's any truth to my father's accusations?” “No. Absolutely not. I know that they are strong, independent women. I also know that they were not wallflowers in college, but there's a big difference between having a healthy sex life and being a slut!” I said that emphatically, trying to ensure that she understood my position. “I agree.” Gwen lay down and turned away from me, saying nothing more. I thought she might be mad. I crawled into bed with her and lay there, thinking about what I should do, or what I could do. I could come up with nothing. I was completely ill equipped to handle this type of situation. I decided it was best to just lay there and not try to bother her. I lay there and listened to her breathing. She didn't' seem to be relaxing. Finally, she turned toward me and put her arm over my chest and her leg over mine. “I'm sorry. I know we asked you to do this. It's not your fault.” “I'm sorry that I had to do it.” She rose up and kissed me on the lips. “I love you. I always will.” “I love you, too. Always.” I was much more capable of relaxing now and thought about tomorrow. I was hoping tomorrow would be easier. Finally, I went to sleep. I woke up and knew that it was morning by the light streaming in the window. There was no sign of Gwen. I sat up and looked around. The door was open and I could hear talking downstairs. I walked down there and Gwen and her mother were cooking breakfast. Gwen came immediately over to me and put her arms around me. She gave me a big kiss. “Good morning, my favorite man.” I answered her. “Good morning, my most favorite woman.” She grinned. “C'mon. Let's eat before my sisters get up.” I agreed and we sat down for breakfast. It was the most relaxing meal I'd had since I arrived. I was holding out hope that the rest of the day would be easy, but I knew deep down that it wouldn't be. Friday after Thanksgiving, 2010. I had just finished breakfast on Black Friday with my fiancé and her mother. I thought about what lie ahead. I had already fucked my fiancé's mother and sister in order to fulfill the requirements of this weird will that her father had left when he died. Gwen didn't know I had fucked her mother. I had lied and said we couldn't do it. I had told her the truth about her slutty sister Sheila. Now, I had one more sister to go; Gaby. The middle of the day went quickly for me. I took my time getting ready and the four women all went to do some shopping. They were avoiding the large malls, but were going to hit some small stores. I watched some football and caught up on some reading. About 5pm, they strolled back in, carrying a few bags each from their trip. They were all laughing and having a good time. When Gaby looked over at me I saw her blanch. She was definitely feeling stressed out about our meeting later that night. Gwen came over and gave me a big, wet kiss and they all flounced upstairs to put their purchases away. Dinner was leftovers and we all gathered around in the kitchen to dip into the containers and fill our plates. I got a little of everything and was second in line for the microwave, so I was sitting with Gwen as the other three were finishing and warming their food. She leaned over to me and I smiled. She smiled back and then leaned closer to my ear. “I love you more than I can express.” I turned my head after she said that to see tears welling in her eyes. I pulled her in and gave her a hug and told her I loved her. About that time her mother came out of the kitchen. “Hey, you two, get a room!” She said it jokingly, but it seemed that Gwen was not to be cheered up. She didn't laugh or respond, she just went back to eating. The scenario this evening was the same as the others. We watched a little television and then everyone went to bed early. At 10pm, I was ready to leave my room and head toward the room of yet again another Thurman woman. Gaby was the middle child and had been married for about 3 years. She had a one-year old that her husband had taken to his family's house for the holidays. She was supposed to join them tomorrow for a couple of days. I said my good-bye to Gwen and headed to Gaby's room. When I entered, it was very dark. I waited for a couple of seconds to get my night eyes and then moved toward the bed. I could hear her breathing and her nervousness was so evident as to be discernible from 10 feet away. “Gaby?” “Y, Yes?” She haltingly answered, her voice breaking. I sat on the bed. “Are you alright?” I heard her take a deep breath. “Yes, but I can't have sex with you.” She said it in a breathy whisper. I was not surprised. “That's okay.” I lay down on top of the covers. “I'll just lay here and we can talk for a while. We don't ever have to tell anyone anything.” “Okay.” She seemed to relax, although I couldn't see her. “I might have been able to do it.” I thought about how she said that for a second. “Might have?” “Yes. My husband and I decided to try for another child and I went off birth control a couple of months ago. I can't have sex with you at all. I'd be too worried and scared that it wouldn't be Bill's.” “Oh, I see. Well, that's fine. We'll just talk for a while and then I'll go back to Gwen.” “Okay.” We discussed her life and she was just getting back into working, but she and Bill had really wanted to have three kids. She was already 27 and didn't want too much time between them, so they had decided to try again this fall. I could tell that her family was important to her and she, like most mothers, couldn't stop talking about her son. I told her about Gwen and I and she giggled when I told her how Gwen practically kissed my face off after proposing. “That sounds so unlike her. I guess I haven't seen her with a boyfriend or a date in so long, I don't know what she's like with men.” “She's an amazing woman.” Gaby giggled. “I'm glad I had a reason not to have sex with you. I can see that you really love Gwen and I can't think of how I would have felt around her if we had. I would always feel so guilty.” “Yeah, it would be tough.” There was silence for a few moments and then she whispered to me. “Did you have sex with my mother and Sheila?” I was quiet for a second and she continued. “No, don't tell me. I don't want to know.” I thought about it. “I think you probably already know the answer to that, don't you.” “Yes.” She whispered. “Okay, it's been 20 minutes. I'm going to go back to Gwen, okay?” I felt the bed move and then her lips were on mine. She kissed me just lightly and then pulled back. “Thank you, John.” “You're welcome.” I stood and went back to Gwen. When I opened the door, Gwen was awake and reading by her bedside lamp. She was surprised to see me and it showed. “Back already?” “It seemed like long enough to say we did it, right?” Gwen waited until I crawled up alongside her. “Yes, but you didn't, did you?” “Can you keep a secret?” “You know I can.” “Gaby just went off birth control because she and Bill want to have another baby. No way was she going to do anything with me. We just talked.” Gwen latched on to me hard and gave me a crushing hug. “Thank you.” “You're welcome.” I lay down next to her and rested my left hand on her arm. I did this a lot. I loved just having a hand on her, knowing she was there beside me. She turned off the light and went to sleep in about 5 minutes. I lay there awake for a while, trying to logically work my way through this will. I mean, if he thought they were sluts, why would he have them do this? Was this really his plan? To humiliate them with the betrothed of the one daughter he still thought highly of? Wouldn't that actually do the opposite of what he wanted? Why? I fell asleep with these thoughts rolling around in my head. The Lawyer's Saturday Inquisition. When I awoke the next morning, although it was Saturday, Gwen was already dressed and coming into the room. “Wake up, sleepyhead. We have an appointment with the lawyer in about 2 hours. You need to get showered, dressed, and have breakfast before the 30 minute drive.” “Argh! I think the stress has worn me out every day.” She sat on the bed and gave me a quick kiss. “Are you ready for this?” I looked at her and grabbed her arm as she went to get up. “Wait. Let me ask you something. If your father thought your mother and sisters were sluts, why would he have them prove this with me, your fiancé? Why would he have them do what he hated? What is his motive?” She stared at me. “I don't understand what you mean.” “In the middle of the night something occurred to me. What if his goal was not to have them do it, but to see if they refused? What if this was a test of his theory? It seems to me that he may have done this to see if your family would prove his point. If your family did this, then they would be the whores he says they are and he gives them nothing. If they don't, then maybe they have proved that they are not sluts and deserving of his estate.” Gwen stared at me and I could see the wheels turning. “I see what you mean. I can't see why he would do this when he would already be dead.” “Did you listen to the hate, spite, and loathing in that letter? Your father did not sound like a well man. I think that may have clouded his judgment.” “Hmm. Maybe. I don't know what to say. You are playing with my mother's inheritance and even some that would come to me.” “I know, but I can't help feel that I'm right.” “So what are you going to do?” “I don't know. I need to shower and dress and think about this some more.” I crawled out of the bed and headed for the shower. I received a sharp smack on the ass from my lover and I turned and wagged my finger at her. She just stuck her tongue out at me. “Promises, promises.” She grinned and left the room. I showered, dressed, and ate a quick breakfast. Everyone was a little subdued and didn't ask me what I was going to say to the lawyer. The drive was terrible. I felt like I did as a child when my mother took me to the dentist for the first time. Fortunately or unfortunately, depending on how you look at it, everyone was the same and nobody talked at all. It left me time to go over my thoughts again. I think I had it right. When I told Gwen, it seemed to confirm to me as I said it out loud that it was a test. If these three women went ahead and had sex with his youngest daughter's fiancé, the daughter who appeared to be his favorite, they would be confirming his dark fantasies and he would cut them off. If, however, they refused, then maybe they had passed the test and he would give them the money. Of course, as awful as that letter sounded, I could be completely wrong. I was in a quandary. I had no idea what to do. When we arrived we were shown into a large conference room and offered refreshments. After getting some coffee and water for us, the receptionist left and we waited for the lawyer, Mr. Thibodeau. He came in after we were there about 15 minutes. I was going over my decision on what to say the entire time. I knew that I really wanted to say nothing happened, but I didn't want to take away the opportunity for the Thurman women to get their inheritance. The man who wrote that letter sounded so awful that I didn't think he deserved to deprive them of that. The lawyer introduced himself and when he got to me he smiled. “Mr. Williams. So glad to meet you.” “Thank you, sir. It's John.” He smiled and turned to head into the other room. “Now, these ladies have been waiting for this for a while, so why don't we go into the other room and discuss this situation.” Mrs. Thurman stood up. “Wait! Don't we get to be in on this?” Mr. Thibodeau turned. “No, I'm sorry. The instructions were very specific. You'll have to wait out here while I go over everything with John.” Mrs. Thurman looked petrified. “Okay.” She didn't sound at all sure of that. We entered Mr. Thibodeau's office. It was richly furnished in dark woods and had a beautiful view out the window. The downtown area was in full view. His bookshelves were full of law and reference books and everything looked freshly dusted. He waved me to a beautiful wood and leather chair and then went behind the desk to sit in his. “Mr. Thibodeau? Can I ask you a question first?” “Sure, John. What is it?” “I heard so many great things about Mr. Thurman, but none of that seems to jibe with the man who wrote that provision in the will. How is that possible?” Mr. Thibodeau looked at me carefully for a few moments. “You are right. You might not know it, but Don had a stroke about a year before he died. His entire personality seemed to be affected by this. He was never the same again. He became mean, short-tempered, and jealous, traits he had never before shown. It was very sad and I counseled him strongly against this provision, but he did what he did anyway.” “I see. Can I ask another question?” He smiled. “Sure.” “Isn't it odd that he has asked these women to do what he despised in order to get his estate? I mean, why not have them investigated for this, why leave it to them asking me to have sex with them?” “It is odd. I haven't seen the second amendment myself, but it's very odd. I thought the same thing. But it is his will and I will follow it.” I knew what I had to do then. I would not tell him I slept with the Thurmans. I would tell him they refused and would take what was given them. “Okay, Mr. Thibodeau, let's get this over with.” He leaned forward and picked up the letter. “I take it you've read this?” “Yes.” “Okay. So answer the question. Did you have the required sex with Ann, Sheila, and Gaby?” I took a deep breath. I was perspiring, unsure about whether or not I was taking away the chance for the Thurman's to get their money from a man whose stroke had changed him. “No, I did not.” He stared at me. “You sure?” I wasn't completely lying. He included all three so it was easier for me to answer. “Positive.” “Well, that answers that question. Now let's see the second amendment.” Mr. Thibodeau had it lying on top of his desk in a sealed envelope, ready to go. He pulled out a letter opener and slit the envelope open. He pulled out the paper and started reading. “Well?” “Oh, sorry. Let me read it to you. Okay, you sluts, here is what you have been waiting for. The first amendment was a test and I know that you sluts probably failed it, but here is my decision. If you did sleep with Gwen's fiancé, then you all are truly whores and I will not leave any of my estate to fucking whores. Ann, you get the $50,000 annual allowance. The rest of you can rot in hell. If, by some miracle, you didn't fuck him, then maybe there is hope for you sluts yet. I can't believe that you wouldn't for this amount of money. But if you didn't, then my estate will be split four ways. Ann will get 40% and Sheila, Gaby, and Gwen will get 20% each. I know that this sounds harsh, but it's my fucking money, so go to hell. I will do with it as I please and whores do not get my money. I love you, Gwen, the rest of you can fuck off. Don. Whew! What an asshole!” the attorney said. I grinned. “Yes, sir, I would have to agree with that. But it wasn't the real him, was it? He was changed by the stroke. I think we need to tell the ladies before they all start having heart attacks.” “Absolutely.” He stood and we went back to the conference room. The women there were all pale and nervous. When we entered with smiles on our faces, I could see the hope light up in their eyes. Mr. Thibodeau stepped to the head of the conference table. “Let me read this second amendment.” He did. As he did, I saw all of them start to pale again. Then he put it on the table and smiled. “Since Mr. Williams told me he didn't have the required sex with the three of you, the estate will be distributed as he stated.” All of them stared at me. “Its current value is $38 million. I'll have the papers drawn up and you can tell us where you want the monies, okay?” They finally let out held breaths and let out whoops and started hugging each other. All except for Gwen, who came over and gave me a hug, just holding me and leaning into me. Finally, Ann came over to us, Sheila and Gaby trailing. “How did you know? You were taking a chance with our monies. I can't be angry since it came out right, but it scares me to think about it.” “I knew he was still a logical thinker. He was changed by his stroke, but he still thought logically. I knew he wouldn't give you the money if he thought you were really sluts. He stated that in the first one, you just had to read between the lines.” She hugged me and Gwen, who had refused to let me go. “Well, thank god you were right.” Sheila and Gaby had heard enough and both called their husbands to tell them that they were going to be wealthy. I took Gwen aside and lifted her chin up to have her look into my eyes. “Are you okay? Are we okay?” She sighed. “Yes. I love you so much and the fact that you worked that out makes it better. I don't know what we'll do with all that money.” I leaned over and kissed her. “I can think of a few things we can do right now for which we don't need money – or clothes.” She grinned. “Yeah, good idea. Nice way to celebrate.” She took my hand and led me from the room. Life was really good. by deadeye_76 for Literotica

The Audition: Her Sister's Beds He's told he must audition, sexually for fiancée's family. by deadeye_76, Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. The Strange Will of Mr. Thurman. On Wednesday night, the day before Thanksgiving or 2010, I'd just met my fiancée's mother & sisters. The ‘audition' cover story fell apart when my bride to be, Gwen; insisted that her family level with me. The true reason for each of them planning to have sex with me was because of Mr. Thurman's will; and not because they were concerned for Gwen's future love life. “I'm sorry Mrs. Thurman. I can see you are in a tough spot. I can commiserate with you about this, but there are still dangers besides the personal issues. Can I tell you an old joke?” [[MORE]] She looked puzzled. “Sure.” “It's one I heard a long time ago.” I sat forward. “A man was at a bar where he met a very desirable young lady. After a few drinks he leaned over and asked her, ‘Will you have sex with me for a million dollars?' She looked at him and thought about it, but eventually said yes. He smiled and asked her, ‘Will you have sex with me for a hundred dollars?' She looked aghast and said, ‘What do you think I am a whore?' He smiled and said, ‘We've already established that, now we're just bickering over price.'” I sat back and watched Mrs. Thurman. “So are you saying that this makes us whores?” She was not happy. “No, I'm saying this may be your deceased husband's way of proving the point that he believes that you, Sheila, and Gaby are; and that this is a dangerous thing we are doing. The final amendment is still unknown to you, right?” She looked at me carefully. “Right. We can't see it until it's time to declare that we have accomplished the first part  of the will's demands; or decide to protest it.” “This is a very dangerous thing.” I was worried about what the real goal of such a vicious man would be. Is this really what he wants? He wants them to be whores to prove that they are? Is that really a test? She came right back at me. “But what choice do we have? If we do not do this before you two are married, we don't even get a chance at the rest of his estate. I should have some of that, don't you think?” “I agree that you should get some of the estate, Mrs. Thurman. I'm sure that I would want it if I was a family member. However, I'm just not sure that I can do this. Gwen?” Gwen looked up at everyone. She had been particularly quiet sitting there. “John, I love you. I want you to be faithful to me. However, I don't know how I can say no to my family on this.” I watched her carefully. She fidgeted and wrung her hands. She was very uncomfortable… as was I. “So if we do this, what's the plan?” Mrs. Thurman looked around. “Sheila, Gaby, and I already drew straws long ago to determine the order. I am supposed to go first, then Sheila, and then Gaby. You will sleep with each of us one night for the next three.” I looked over at Sheila and Gaby. They were also fidgeting and unable to meet my eyes. “Are you two willing to do this, considering you are married?” Sheila looked up and around. She opened her mouth and hesitated. Finally, she said, “Yeah, I guess so.” Gaby stared at me until she realized I was waiting for her to answer individually. She was staring at me as she answered. “No choice.” I went over and kneeled in front of Gwen. “Gwen, you must be absolutely sure that you can handle this. Saying now that you want me to do it and having to remember this for the rest of your life are two different things. Are you going to be able to face the fact that I had sex with the rest of your family?” “I don't know. I just think that I have no choice.” I stood up. “Okay, I'll do it.” Later that night I visited the bedroom of my fiancé's mother. Thanksgiving Day, 2010. I stared at the ceiling. Shit! I had lied to Gwen about fucking her mother. She knew I went in there to fulfill the requirements of the will, but if it ever came out she would go ballistic. I couldn't take it back now and she would feel like I was hiding something if she found out after believing that nothing happened. I really was in a fix now. I would just have to deal with it and live with it the rest of my life, because I didn't want to let this beauty go. But I also had two more women to go, her sisters. This was going to be an interesting but stressful weekend. The next day was Thanksgiving. We all tried to act like it was another normal Thanksgiving gathering and dinner. The food was good, but there was an underlying current of tension in everyone. We were all jumpy because of the arrangements. We managed to get thru the day, and it was an overall joyous occasion, but as we got closer to nightfall, things got quiet. Finally, we all peeled off and went to bed. Gwen and I went to our room and discussed nothing in particular as we put on our pajamas and got ready for bed. She was trying not to discuss that I was going to go to her older sister's room. Sheila was next up in the queue. Finally, at about 10pm, Gwen turned suddenly and pulled me into a bear hug. She whispered that she loved me and then pulled back. She looked up at me and tried to smile. “I guess it's time.” I nodded. “Yeah, it is.” Gwen put her head on my chest. “Please tell me again that this will not change what we have.” I lifted her head by her chin and looked directly at her. “This will never change us. I love you and you love me and we will always be together. This will be over after this weekend.” She put her head back down. “Okay, you'd better go.” I started to pull away, but Gwen held on a little longer, then finally relaxed her grip and backed away. She looked up at me. “See you in a little while.” “Okay.” I kissed her and smiled and left the room in my pajamas. I headed for Sheila's room. I knocked lightly and she called out for me to enter. I opened the door and she was already in bed. She smiled and waved me over. I went toward the bed. She grinned. “Take off your pajamas and get in here.” I complied and she watched closely. “Um. Nice cock.” I looked up at her quickly and she grinned again. “Well, if we are going to do this, I might as well enjoy it. My husband has been neglecting his duties, so I'm ready.” I was quickly tucked under the covers with her. “We don't have to do this, you know. We could just say we did.” “Not a chance.” I felt her reach for my cock and her covers fell away, revealing nice large tits. My cock hardened. “I can't wait to have sex with a new cock. This has given me the approval I needed.” I was now fully hard based on her rubbing my dick with her warm hands and displaying those voluptuous tits. “And a nice sized one at that.” She threw the covers back and looked at my cock, standing at attention while she held it. “Um. Did I mention that I love sucking cock?” She bent over and slowly licked around the head. I lay back and moaned. She smiled up at me and rearranged herself on the bed so that she was kneeling next to me. I could see that she had a fantastic body. How could her husband neglect that night after night? Maybe she was lying or there was more going on there than she knew. Sheila continued to lick and suck on my cock, and she was definitely into it. She gave it a final slurp and started to climb up over me. I looked up at her. “Are you ready? Do you need any lube?” She grinned and rubbed my cock along her slit. “Honey, I've been thinking about this all day and I warmed up a little while waiting for you. Yeah, baby, I'm wet and ready.” With that she slowly started lowering herself onto my cock. Fuck, she was tight. “Fuck yes, a good hard cock. That's what I really needed.” I reached up and grabbed her nice c-cup tits. “Nice tits.” She grinned. “Thank you.” Then she got serious. “Now let's fuck!” Sheila started bouncing up and down on my dick like a mad woman. She thrust herself up and down, up and down, groaning and mumbling how good it was at every step. She was very good at grinding her clit against me and I knew she was going to cum soon. Unfortunately, so was I. “Sheila, I'm going to cum soon.” “Hmm… okay… oh, fuck!” “Sheila, do you want me to try to get to your ass now?” “Not a chance!” She leaned over and stared directly into my eyes while she rotated her hips, stimulating her clit against my pubic bone and hair. “I'm going to fuck you until we both cum and then I'm going to suck you hard again and then you can fuck my tight ass.” That was the final straw for me. I started thrusting and thrusting, feeling the orgasm approaching. She started moaning and I could tell she was close, too. Suddenly, she erupted into an orgasm and held still for a second, then jerked, then held still, then jerked, and did this until she completed her orgasm. I was still thrusting and finally I came, too. I held her down against my hips as I buried my dick into her hot pussy as deep as I could get it to start spurting. I spurted and spurted, filling this sexy mother of two with my cum. She finally collapsed onto my chest. “Um. That was nice. I think I'm going to like having sex with you.” I pushed her up. “This is it, Sheila. Tonight is the last time we will have sex. Period.” “Okay, okay, no need to get upset. I'm just going to leave an open invitation out there for you, that's all.” “Sorry, not going to happen. I love your sister and I'm going to marry her. She's the one for me. Once we finish here tonight, we're done.” She stared at me for a second. “Hmmm. I guess that means that baby Gwen is pretty good in the sack, too, eh?” “No comment.” She shrugged her shoulders. “No matter. I've got you for a little longer tonight, and I'm not letting you go until we are done.” I groaned and she grinned. She clambered off me and lay next to me. She snuggled up against me and waited a few minutes for us both to catch her breath. Finally she rose up on one elbow, her body still molded to mine. “Well, John. Are you ready for the next round?” She reached out and cupped my balls and soft dick. “Not yet? Well, let's see what we can do about that.” She then leaned over and started cleaning and sucking my dick. Fuck! This woman was definitely into sex! I decided to tell her that. “Oh, shit, Sheila, you can really suck cock!” She lifted her face from my crotch and grinned evilly. “Damn right!” Then she buried her face back into my balls and licked them from the bottom up. She finished by going all the way up my dick and then burying it into her mouth. Fuck! I groaned and she pulled off. “Um. I see that somebody's dick wants some of Sheila's ass. You ready stud?” I stared at her for a second. “Uh, yeah.” I was barely recovered from the first fuck and she had my dick hard and quivering again. Sheila sat up and patted me on the hip. “Get up and do this right. Get behind me and fuck my ass hard.” I was amazed at how different this woman was in and out of the bedroom. She was fucking amazing at this. I crawled up onto my knees and she turned and got on all fours with her face buried into a pillow. She turned her head to me for a second. “Fuck my pussy for a few moments to get nice and wet and then shove it in my ass. I love ass-fucking, so you shouldn't have any problems.” I crawled around behind her and stared at the voluptuous ass in front of me. Her little brown star was winking at me as she appeared to be flexing it. I moved up behind her and aimed my dick at her pussy. I eased it in. Our combined lubrication in her pussy meant that my dick was soaking wet instantly. I slowly fucked her a few times to get it ready and then pulled it out. “Yeah, baby, fuck that sexy ass.” I moved forward and pushed my dick against her asshole. “You mean this ass?” “Fuck yeah! Do it! Fuck me!” I pushed quickly and her ass opened up and my dick went all the way to the hilt in one solid thrust. “Oh, yeah, fuck me baby!” Sheila kept after me to fuck her, so I did. I pulled back and started thrusting. I would pull back kind of slow and watch as her ass clamped onto my dick and then I would quickly bury it. Each time my hips slapped up against hers and she moaned. I could feel her rubbing her pussy with one of her hands and I just started fucking her hard at that point. There was no attempt at her satisfaction now. I just pounded her and looked for my next cum. I wanted to fill her nasty ass with as much cum as I could. I fucked and fucked and she started rolling her hips a little as she played with her pussy and that pushed me to the edge. I was fucking her hard and enjoying it immensely. I was on that edge, wanting it to last forever, but also badly wanting to cum. Suddenly she shuddered in orgasm and the rhythmic squeezing of her ass put me over the top. “Oh fuck! Here it cums!” I buried myself in Sheila's tight ass and pumped a load deep into her. I pumped and pumped and was exhausted when I finished. I collapsed on top of her and pushed her flat on the bed. “Nice job, John. I think you're going to keep Gwen well satisfied.” I lay there on top of her feeling her flex her ass and the nice contour of her bubble butt. “I plan on it.” “Um. Just stay there for a minute until your dick shrinks and naturally pops out of my ass.” I lay there, feeling her under me. I started relaxing and finally my dick popped out of her ass. She giggled. “Oh, yeah. Nothing like a good pussy and ass fucking to take the edge off.” I rolled off to the side and stared at her. “Is your husband really neglecting you?” She grinned. “Yeah. I think he has a little something on the side at work, so I have a friend who comes over and makes sure I don't get too horny.” I must have been staring at her after that. “What? Don't get all high and mighty until you've been in that position. I'm a woman reaching my sexual peak and all he can do is drool over the bimbos at work.” “Okay.” What could I say to that. “I think I'll get cleaned up and go.” “Okay, lover. I'll be sure to tell Gwen how good you were and took good care of her sister.” She gave me an evil grin and wink. “No, thanks.” I threw my pajamas back on and went to Gwen's room. Gwen was not even pretending to be asleep this time. She was sitting up and reading her book – at least that's what she was trying to do. She looked up as soon as I entered. “Well?” She looked at me apprehensively. “Your older sister is a little freaky.” I decided I had to tell her the truth about this one. Her face showed her disappointment even though she knew why I went in there. “I figured. She was always the one telling us about her sexual exploits in college.” “She also admitted to me that she thinks her husband has a mistress so she has a lover, too.” Gwen stared at me. “She actually said that?” “Yeah.” Gwen got quiet for a minute. “So you fucked her?” I stared at Gwen, trying to portray the regret that I felt. “Yeah.” “Did you enjoy it?” “Are you sure you want to talk about this?” She looked down and then back up, staring at me. “Yes, I want to know.” “I didn't really enjoy it, but I did cum. She was very good.” “She was?” “She was even a little – I don't know, maybe a little slutty?” Gwen stared for a moment. “Do you think there's any truth to my father's accusations?” “No. Absolutely not. I know that they are strong, independent women. I also know that they were not wallflowers in college, but there's a big difference between having a healthy sex life and being a slut!” I said that emphatically, trying to ensure that she understood my position. “I agree.” Gwen lay down and turned away from me, saying nothing more. I thought she might be mad. I crawled into bed with her and lay there, thinking about what I should do, or what I could do. I could come up with nothing. I was completely ill equipped to handle this type of situation. I decided it was best to just lay there and not try to bother her. I lay there and listened to her breathing. She didn't' seem to be relaxing. Finally, she turned toward me and put her arm over my chest and her leg over mine. “I'm sorry. I know we asked you to do this. It's not your fault.” “I'm sorry that I had to do it.” She rose up and kissed me on the lips. “I love you. I always will.” “I love you, too. Always.” I was much more capable of relaxing now and thought about tomorrow. I was hoping tomorrow would be easier. Finally, I went to sleep. I woke up and knew that it was morning by the light streaming in the window. There was no sign of Gwen. I sat up and looked around. The door was open and I could hear talking downstairs. I walked down there and Gwen and her mother were cooking breakfast. Gwen came immediately over to me and put her arms around me. She gave me a big kiss. “Good morning, my favorite man.” I answered her. “Good morning, my most favorite woman.” She grinned. “C'mon. Let's eat before my sisters get up.” I agreed and we sat down for breakfast. It was the most relaxing meal I'd had since I arrived. I was holding out hope that the rest of the day would be easy, but I knew deep down that it wouldn't be. Friday after Thanksgiving, 2010. I had just finished breakfast on Black Friday with my fiancé and her mother. I thought about what lie ahead. I had already fucked my fiancé's mother and sister in order to fulfill the requirements of this weird will that her father had left when he died. Gwen didn't know I had fucked her mother. I had lied and said we couldn't do it. I had told her the truth about her slutty sister Sheila. Now, I had one more sister to go; Gaby. The middle of the day went quickly for me. I took my time getting ready and the four women all went to do some shopping. They were avoiding the large malls, but were going to hit some small stores. I watched some football and caught up on some reading. About 5pm, they strolled back in, carrying a few bags each from their trip. They were all laughing and having a good time. When Gaby looked over at me I saw her blanch. She was definitely feeling stressed out about our meeting later that night. Gwen came over and gave me a big, wet kiss and they all flounced upstairs to put their purchases away. Dinner was leftovers and we all gathered around in the kitchen to dip into the containers and fill our plates. I got a little of everything and was second in line for the microwave, so I was sitting with Gwen as the other three were finishing and warming their food. She leaned over to me and I smiled. She smiled back and then leaned closer to my ear. “I love you more than I can express.” I turned my head after she said that to see tears welling in her eyes. I pulled her in and gave her a hug and told her I loved her. About that time her mother came out of the kitchen. “Hey, you two, get a room!” She said it jokingly, but it seemed that Gwen was not to be cheered up. She didn't laugh or respond, she just went back to eating. The scenario this evening was the same as the others. We watched a little television and then everyone went to bed early. At 10pm, I was ready to leave my room and head toward the room of yet again another Thurman woman. Gaby was the middle child and had been married for about 3 years. She had a one-year old that her husband had taken to his family's house for the holidays. She was supposed to join them tomorrow for a couple of days. I said my good-bye to Gwen and headed to Gaby's room. When I entered, it was very dark. I waited for a couple of seconds to get my night eyes and then moved toward the bed. I could hear her breathing and her nervousness was so evident as to be discernible from 10 feet away. “Gaby?” “Y, Yes?” She haltingly answered, her voice breaking. I sat on the bed. “Are you alright?” I heard her take a deep breath. “Yes, but I can't have sex with you.” She said it in a breathy whisper. I was not surprised. “That's okay.” I lay down on top of the covers. “I'll just lay here and we can talk for a while. We don't ever have to tell anyone anything.” “Okay.” She seemed to relax, although I couldn't see her. “I might have been able to do it.” I thought about how she said that for a second. “Might have?” “Yes. My husband and I decided to try for another child and I went off birth control a couple of months ago. I can't have sex with you at all. I'd be too worried and scared that it wouldn't be Bill's.” “Oh, I see. Well, that's fine. We'll just talk for a while and then I'll go back to Gwen.” “Okay.” We discussed her life and she was just getting back into working, but she and Bill had really wanted to have three kids. She was already 27 and didn't want too much time between them, so they had decided to try again this fall. I could tell that her family was important to her and she, like most mothers, couldn't stop talking about her son. I told her about Gwen and I and she giggled when I told her how Gwen practically kissed my face off after proposing. “That sounds so unlike her. I guess I haven't seen her with a boyfriend or a date in so long, I don't know what she's like with men.” “She's an amazing woman.” Gaby giggled. “I'm glad I had a reason not to have sex with you. I can see that you really love Gwen and I can't think of how I would have felt around her if we had. I would always feel so guilty.” “Yeah, it would be tough.” There was silence for a few moments and then she whispered to me. “Did you have sex with my mother and Sheila?” I was quiet for a second and she continued. “No, don't tell me. I don't want to know.” I thought about it. “I think you probably already know the answer to that, don't you.” “Yes.” She whispered. “Okay, it's been 20 minutes. I'm going to go back to Gwen, okay?” I felt the bed move and then her lips were on mine. She kissed me just lightly and then pulled back. “Thank you, John.” “You're welcome.” I stood and went back to Gwen. When I opened the door, Gwen was awake and reading by her bedside lamp. She was surprised to see me and it showed. “Back already?” “It seemed like long enough to say we did it, right?” Gwen waited until I crawled up alongside her. “Yes, but you didn't, did you?” “Can you keep a secret?” “You know I can.” “Gaby just went off birth control because she and Bill want to have another baby. No way was she going to do anything with me. We just talked.” Gwen latched on to me hard and gave me a crushing hug. “Thank you.” “You're welcome.” I lay down next to her and rested my left hand on her arm. I did this a lot. I loved just having a hand on her, knowing she was there beside me. She turned off the light and went to sleep in about 5 minutes. I lay there awake for a while, trying to logically work my way through this will. I mean, if he thought they were sluts, why would he have them do this? Was this really his plan? To humiliate them with the betrothed of the one daughter he still thought highly of? Wouldn't that actually do the opposite of what he wanted? Why? I fell asleep with these thoughts rolling around in my head. The Lawyer's Saturday Inquisition. When I awoke the next morning, although it was Saturday, Gwen was already dressed and coming into the room. “Wake up, sleepyhead. We have an appointment with the lawyer in about 2 hours. You need to get showered, dressed, and have breakfast before the 30 minute drive.” “Argh! I think the stress has worn me out every day.” She sat on the bed and gave me a quick kiss. “Are you ready for this?” I looked at her and grabbed her arm as she went to get up. “Wait. Let me ask you something. If your father thought your mother and sisters were sluts, why would he have them prove this with me, your fiancé? Why would he have them do what he hated? What is his motive?” She stared at me. “I don't understand what you mean.” “In the middle of the night something occurred to me. What if his goal was not to have them do it, but to see if they refused? What if this was a test of his theory? It seems to me that he may have done this to see if your family would prove his point. If your family did this, then they would be the whores he says they are and he gives them nothing. If they don't, then maybe they have proved that they are not sluts and deserving of his estate.” Gwen stared at me and I could see the wheels turning. “I see what you mean. I can't see why he would do this when he would already be dead.” “Did you listen to the hate, spite, and loathing in that letter? Your father did not sound like a well man. I think that may have clouded his judgment.” “Hmm. Maybe. I don't know what to say. You are playing with my mother's inheritance and even some that would come to me.” “I know, but I can't help feel that I'm right.” “So what are you going to do?” “I don't know. I need to shower and dress and think about this some more.” I crawled out of the bed and headed for the shower. I received a sharp smack on the ass from my lover and I turned and wagged my finger at her. She just stuck her tongue out at me. “Promises, promises.” She grinned and left the room. I showered, dressed, and ate a quick breakfast. Everyone was a little subdued and didn't ask me what I was going to say to the lawyer. The drive was terrible. I felt like I did as a child when my mother took me to the dentist for the first time. Fortunately or unfortunately, depending on how you look at it, everyone was the same and nobody talked at all. It left me time to go over my thoughts again. I think I had it right. When I told Gwen, it seemed to confirm to me as I said it out loud that it was a test. If these three women went ahead and had sex with his youngest daughter's fiancé, the daughter who appeared to be his favorite, they would be confirming his dark fantasies and he would cut them off. If, however, they refused, then maybe they had passed the test and he would give them the money. Of course, as awful as that letter sounded, I could be completely wrong. I was in a quandary. I had no idea what to do. When we arrived we were shown into a large conference room and offered refreshments. After getting some coffee and water for us, the receptionist left and we waited for the lawyer, Mr. Thibodeau. He came in after we were there about 15 minutes. I was going over my decision on what to say the entire time. I knew that I really wanted to say nothing happened, but I didn't want to take away the opportunity for the Thurman women to get their inheritance. The man who wrote that letter sounded so awful that I didn't think he deserved to deprive them of that. The lawyer introduced himself and when he got to me he smiled. “Mr. Williams. So glad to meet you.” “Thank you, sir. It's John.” He smiled and turned to head into the other room. “Now, these ladies have been waiting for this for a while, so why don't we go into the other room and discuss this situation.” Mrs. Thurman stood up. “Wait! Don't we get to be in on this?” Mr. Thibodeau turned. “No, I'm sorry. The instructions were very specific. You'll have to wait out here while I go over everything with John.” Mrs. Thurman looked petrified. “Okay.” She didn't sound at all sure of that. We entered Mr. Thibodeau's office. It was richly furnished in dark woods and had a beautiful view out the window. The downtown area was in full view. His bookshelves were full of law and reference books and everything looked freshly dusted. He waved me to a beautiful wood and leather chair and then went behind the desk to sit in his. “Mr. Thibodeau? Can I ask you a question first?” “Sure, John. What is it?” “I heard so many great things about Mr. Thurman, but none of that seems to jibe with the man who wrote that provision in the will. How is that possible?” Mr. Thibodeau looked at me carefully for a few moments. “You are right. You might not know it, but Don had a stroke about a year before he died. His entire personality seemed to be affected by this. He was never the same again. He became mean, short-tempered, and jealous, traits he had never before shown. It was very sad and I counseled him strongly against this provision, but he did what he did anyway.” “I see. Can I ask another question?” He smiled. “Sure.” “Isn't it odd that he has asked these women to do what he despised in order to get his estate? I mean, why not have them investigated for this, why leave it to them asking me to have sex with them?” “It is odd. I haven't seen the second amendment myself, but it's very odd. I thought the same thing. But it is his will and I will follow it.” I knew what I had to do then. I would not tell him I slept with the Thurmans. I would tell him they refused and would take what was given them. “Okay, Mr. Thibodeau, let's get this over with.” He leaned forward and picked up the letter. “I take it you've read this?” “Yes.” “Okay. So answer the question. Did you have the required sex with Ann, Sheila, and Gaby?” I took a deep breath. I was perspiring, unsure about whether or not I was taking away the chance for the Thurman's to get their money from a man whose stroke had changed him. “No, I did not.” He stared at me. “You sure?” I wasn't completely lying. He included all three so it was easier for me to answer. “Positive.” “Well, that answers that question. Now let's see the second amendment.” Mr. Thibodeau had it lying on top of his desk in a sealed envelope, ready to go. He pulled out a letter opener and slit the envelope open. He pulled out the paper and started reading. “Well?” “Oh, sorry. Let me read it to you. Okay, you sluts, here is what you have been waiting for. The first amendment was a test and I know that you sluts probably failed it, but here is my decision. If you did sleep with Gwen's fiancé, then you all are truly whores and I will not leave any of my estate to fucking whores. Ann, you get the $50,000 annual allowance. The rest of you can rot in hell. If, by some miracle, you didn't fuck him, then maybe there is hope for you sluts yet. I can't believe that you wouldn't for this amount of money. But if you didn't, then my estate will be split four ways. Ann will get 40% and Sheila, Gaby, and Gwen will get 20% each. I know that this sounds harsh, but it's my fucking money, so go to hell. I will do with it as I please and whores do not get my money. I love you, Gwen, the rest of you can fuck off. Don. Whew! What an asshole!” the attorney said. I grinned. “Yes, sir, I would have to agree with that. But it wasn't the real him, was it? He was changed by the stroke. I think we need to tell the ladies before they all start having heart attacks.” “Absolutely.” He stood and we went back to the conference room. The women there were all pale and nervous. When we entered with smiles on our faces, I could see the hope light up in their eyes. Mr. Thibodeau stepped to the head of the conference table. “Let me read this second amendment.” He did. As he did, I saw all of them start to pale again. Then he put it on the table and smiled. “Since Mr. Williams told me he didn't have the required sex with the three of you, the estate will be distributed as he stated.” All of them stared at me. “Its current value is $38 million. I'll have the papers drawn up and you can tell us where you want the monies, okay?” They finally let out held breaths and let out whoops and started hugging each other. All except for Gwen, who came over and gave me a hug, just holding me and leaning into me. Finally, Ann came over to us, Sheila and Gaby trailing. “How did you know? You were taking a chance with our monies. I can't be angry since it came out right, but it scares me to think about it.” “I knew he was still a logical thinker. He was changed by his stroke, but he still thought logically. I knew he wouldn't give you the money if he thought you were really sluts. He stated that in the first one, you just had to read between the lines.” She hugged me and Gwen, who had refused to let me go. “Well, thank god you were right.” Sheila and Gaby had heard enough and both called their husbands to tell them that they were going to be wealthy. I took Gwen aside and lifted her chin up to have her look into my eyes. “Are you okay? Are we okay?” She sighed. “Yes. I love you so much and the fact that you worked that out makes it better. I don't know what we'll do with all that money.” I leaned over and kissed her. “I can think of a few things we can do right now for which we don't need money – or clothes.” She grinned. “Yeah, good idea. Nice way to celebrate.” She took my hand and led me from the room. Life was really good. by deadeye_76 for Literotica

Robert Dominguez and Steven Dominguez invite the return of Luke Gross. Luke is a long time Bigfoot Researcher in the state of Texas. In the early 90's before Luke entered into the world of Bigfoot research no groups or websites existed in the state of Texas. Since Mr. Goss formed the TBRC many groups and websites have been created to assist the demand for investigations and eyewitness reports of this mysterious creature in the state of Texas.  It is still my belief that Luke Gross is the father of Texas Bigfoot.    https://www.bigfootclubpodcast.com/  Our social media, podcast platforms, YouTube, Pay Pal and Venmo links https://linktr.ee/BigfootClub Steven Dominguez https://linktr.ee/bigboyjones2029  

Arkansas Police Impersonator's Arrest Recorded By His Own Body Camera CREEPYOn February 8, 2019 at 1:56 pm while traveling on South Pine Street in Cabot, Arkansas, Detective David Dillon of the Lonoke County Sheriff's Office observed a black Dodge Ram activate green, red, and yellow emergency lights. The vehicle then began driving in the center turn lane at "approximate speeds of 90 miles per hour," passing several cars recklessly. On the rear window of the truck was a sticker reading "Caution: Working K9,” and the front of the truck was equipped with a push bumper. Detective Dillon initiated a traffic stop, was joined by some of his colleagues, and this is what happened — as captured on the body worn camera of Jeremy Kurck.“There were visor lights that were red and green in color. There were also several antennas on top of the vehicle. I made contact with the driver who was identified as Mr. Jeremy Kurck. I observed a badge around his neck as well as a body worn camera. I asked Mr. Kurck to turn on the lights to see if there were any blue lights attached to his truck. Mr. Kurck turned on the lights and I observed a dash camera and a mounted radar that is identical to the ones we use in our emergency vehicles.”“During a vehicle tow inventory of the truck there were also several other items inside that resembled law enforcement equipment as well. Those items were several pairs on hand cuffs, expandable baton and holder, a taser with the warning label that says may cause death or serious physical injury, a seat organizer like we use, a flashlight, pepper spray, bear spray, a radio that had our dispatch channel programmed inside it, and a portable breath test for determining blood alcohol content.”“Mr. Kurck was dressed in tan tactical pants and black polo which is extremely similar to the uniform that we wear at the Sheriff's Office. Mr. Kurck stated that he is a civil process server and was headed to the high school to serve a civil paper. Mr. Kurck stated he works for himself but this was his first paper to serve. Mr. Kurck was convicted of aggravated assault in 2008 and isn't allowed to serve civil process papers in the State of Arkansas. Mr. Kurck stated that he worked for ADEM. After checking with ADEM it was learned that Mr. Kurck was only an amateur radio operator for them. ADEM requested that we seize the radio and his ADEM identification card.”“The vehicle was towed to the Lonoke County Sheriff's Office for further investigation and Mr. Kurck was transported to the Lonoke County Detention. Since Mr. Kurck's arrest, the Lonoke County Sheriff's Office has received information from some Central Arkansas Law Enforcement Agencies and citizens that this individual has been making contact with the public as a law enforcement officer.”After publicizing Kurck's arrest, the Lonoke County Sheriff's Office asked the public to let them know if they had encountered Kurck impersonating a police officer. In response, the Sheriff's Office received numerous emails from members of the public and members of law enforcement regarding their encounters with Not-Officer Kurck. There's even a letter from the DEA!True Crime Podcast 2023 Police Interrogations, 911 Calls and True Police Stories Podcast

Arkansas Police Impersonator's Arrest Recorded By His Own Body Camera CREEPYOn February 8, 2019 at 1:56 pm while traveling on South Pine Street in Cabot, Arkansas, Detective David Dillon of the Lonoke County Sheriff's Office observed a black Dodge Ram activate green, red, and yellow emergency lights. The vehicle then began driving in the center turn lane at "approximate speeds of 90 miles per hour," passing several cars recklessly. On the rear window of the truck was a sticker reading "Caution: Working K9,” and the front of the truck was equipped with a push bumper. Detective Dillon initiated a traffic stop, was joined by some of his colleagues, and this is what happened — as captured on the body worn camera of Jeremy Kurck.“There were visor lights that were red and green in color. There were also several antennas on top of the vehicle. I made contact with the driver who was identified as Mr. Jeremy Kurck. I observed a badge around his neck as well as a body worn camera. I asked Mr. Kurck to turn on the lights to see if there were any blue lights attached to his truck. Mr. Kurck turned on the lights and I observed a dash camera and a mounted radar that is identical to the ones we use in our emergency vehicles.”“During a vehicle tow inventory of the truck there were also several other items inside that resembled law enforcement equipment as well. Those items were several pairs on hand cuffs, expandable baton and holder, a taser with the warning label that says may cause death or serious physical injury, a seat organizer like we use, a flashlight, pepper spray, bear spray, a radio that had our dispatch channel programmed inside it, and a portable breath test for determining blood alcohol content.”“Mr. Kurck was dressed in tan tactical pants and black polo which is extremely similar to the uniform that we wear at the Sheriff's Office. Mr. Kurck stated that he is a civil process server and was headed to the high school to serve a civil paper. Mr. Kurck stated he works for himself but this was his first paper to serve. Mr. Kurck was convicted of aggravated assault in 2008 and isn't allowed to serve civil process papers in the State of Arkansas. Mr. Kurck stated that he worked for ADEM. After checking with ADEM it was learned that Mr. Kurck was only an amateur radio operator for them. ADEM requested that we seize the radio and his ADEM identification card.”“The vehicle was towed to the Lonoke County Sheriff's Office for further investigation and Mr. Kurck was transported to the Lonoke County Detention. Since Mr. Kurck's arrest, the Lonoke County Sheriff's Office has received information from some Central Arkansas Law Enforcement Agencies and citizens that this individual has been making contact with the public as a law enforcement officer.”After publicizing Kurck's arrest, the Lonoke County Sheriff's Office asked the public to let them know if they had encountered Kurck impersonating a police officer. In response, the Sheriff's Office received numerous emails from members of the public and members of law enforcement regarding their encounters with Not-Officer Kurck. There's even a letter from the DEA!True Crime Podcast 2023 Police Interrogations, 911 Calls and True Police Stories Podcast

Today, my guest is Douglas Kiersey. Doug is the president of Dermody Properties, and oversees all of the company's operations and strategic initiatives, including capital formation, acquisition, development, and investment management activities. He is a member of the Dermody properties advisory board and chairs the company's executive and investment committees. Since Mr. Kiersey has joined the firm Dermody Properties has developed and acquired industrial logistics assets with an aggregate value of more than $5 billion. Mr. Kiersey has more than 30 years of experience in logistics properties in more than 20 major US markets. He is a member of the Urban Land Institute, and the society of industrial and office realtors. And in just a minute, we're gonna speak with Doug Kiersey, about the intersection of work from home and he commerce.   

Arkansas Police Impersonator's Arrest Recorded By His Own Body Camera CREEPYOn February 8, 2019 at 1:56 pm while traveling on South Pine Street in Cabot, Arkansas, Detective David Dillon of the Lonoke County Sheriff's Office observed a black Dodge Ram activate green, red, and yellow emergency lights. The vehicle then began driving in the center turn lane at "approximate speeds of 90 miles per hour," passing several cars recklessly. On the rear window of the truck was a sticker reading "Caution: Working K9,” and the front of the truck was equipped with a push bumper. Detective Dillon initiated a traffic stop, was joined by some of his colleagues, and this is what happened — as captured on the body worn camera of Jeremy Kurck.“There were visor lights that were red and green in color. There were also several antennas on top of the vehicle. I made contact with the driver who was identified as Mr. Jeremy Kurck. I observed a badge around his neck as well as a body worn camera. I asked Mr. Kurck to turn on the lights to see if there were any blue lights attached to his truck. Mr. Kurck turned on the lights and I observed a dash camera and a mounted radar that is identical to the ones we use in our emergency vehicles.”“During a vehicle tow inventory of the truck there were also several other items inside that resembled law enforcement equipment as well. Those items were several pairs on hand cuffs, expandable baton and holder, a taser with the warning label that says may cause death or serious physical injury, a seat organizer like we use, a flashlight, pepper spray, bear spray, a radio that had our dispatch channel programmed inside it, and a portable breath test for determining blood alcohol content.”“Mr. Kurck was dressed in tan tactical pants and black polo which is extremely similar to the uniform that we wear at the Sheriff's Office. Mr. Kurck stated that he is a civil process server and was headed to the high school to serve a civil paper. Mr. Kurck stated he works for himself but this was his first paper to serve. Mr. Kurck was convicted of aggravated assault in 2008 and isn't allowed to serve civil process papers in the State of Arkansas. Mr. Kurck stated that he worked for ADEM. After checking with ADEM it was learned that Mr. Kurck was only an amateur radio operator for them. ADEM requested that we seize the radio and his ADEM identification card.”“The vehicle was towed to the Lonoke County Sheriff's Office for further investigation and Mr. Kurck was transported to the Lonoke County Detention. Since Mr. Kurck's arrest, the Lonoke County Sheriff's Office has received information from some Central Arkansas Law Enforcement Agencies and citizens that this individual has been making contact with the public as a law enforcement officer.”After publicizing Kurck's arrest, the Lonoke County Sheriff's Office asked the public to let them know if they had encountered Kurck impersonating a police officer. In response, the Sheriff's Office received numerous emails from members of the public and members of law enforcement regarding their encounters with Not-Officer Kurck. There's even a letter from the DEA!True Crime Podcast 2023 Police Interrogations, 911 Calls and True Police Stories Podcast

Arkansas Police Impersonator's Arrest Recorded By His Own Body Camera CREEPYOn February 8, 2019 at 1:56 pm while traveling on South Pine Street in Cabot, Arkansas, Detective David Dillon of the Lonoke County Sheriff's Office observed a black Dodge Ram activate green, red, and yellow emergency lights. The vehicle then began driving in the center turn lane at "approximate speeds of 90 miles per hour," passing several cars recklessly. On the rear window of the truck was a sticker reading "Caution: Working K9,” and the front of the truck was equipped with a push bumper. Detective Dillon initiated a traffic stop, was joined by some of his colleagues, and this is what happened — as captured on the body worn camera of Jeremy Kurck.“There were visor lights that were red and green in color. There were also several antennas on top of the vehicle. I made contact with the driver who was identified as Mr. Jeremy Kurck. I observed a badge around his neck as well as a body worn camera. I asked Mr. Kurck to turn on the lights to see if there were any blue lights attached to his truck. Mr. Kurck turned on the lights and I observed a dash camera and a mounted radar that is identical to the ones we use in our emergency vehicles.”“During a vehicle tow inventory of the truck there were also several other items inside that resembled law enforcement equipment as well. Those items were several pairs on hand cuffs, expandable baton and holder, a taser with the warning label that says may cause death or serious physical injury, a seat organizer like we use, a flashlight, pepper spray, bear spray, a radio that had our dispatch channel programmed inside it, and a portable breath test for determining blood alcohol content.”“Mr. Kurck was dressed in tan tactical pants and black polo which is extremely similar to the uniform that we wear at the Sheriff's Office. Mr. Kurck stated that he is a civil process server and was headed to the high school to serve a civil paper. Mr. Kurck stated he works for himself but this was his first paper to serve. Mr. Kurck was convicted of aggravated assault in 2008 and isn't allowed to serve civil process papers in the State of Arkansas. Mr. Kurck stated that he worked for ADEM. After checking with ADEM it was learned that Mr. Kurck was only an amateur radio operator for them. ADEM requested that we seize the radio and his ADEM identification card.”“The vehicle was towed to the Lonoke County Sheriff's Office for further investigation and Mr. Kurck was transported to the Lonoke County Detention. Since Mr. Kurck's arrest, the Lonoke County Sheriff's Office has received information from some Central Arkansas Law Enforcement Agencies and citizens that this individual has been making contact with the public as a law enforcement officer.”After publicizing Kurck's arrest, the Lonoke County Sheriff's Office asked the public to let them know if they had encountered Kurck impersonating a police officer. In response, the Sheriff's Office received numerous emails from members of the public and members of law enforcement regarding their encounters with Not-Officer Kurck. There's even a letter from the DEA!True Crime Podcast 2023 Police Interrogations, 911 Calls and True Police Stories Podcast

Arkansas Police Impersonator's Arrest Recorded By His Own Body Camera CREEPYOn February 8, 2019 at 1:56 pm while traveling on South Pine Street in Cabot, Arkansas, Detective David Dillon of the Lonoke County Sheriff's Office observed a black Dodge Ram activate green, red, and yellow emergency lights. The vehicle then began driving in the center turn lane at "approximate speeds of 90 miles per hour," passing several cars recklessly. On the rear window of the truck was a sticker reading "Caution: Working K9,” and the front of the truck was equipped with a push bumper. Detective Dillon initiated a traffic stop, was joined by some of his colleagues, and this is what happened — as captured on the body worn camera of Jeremy Kurck.“There were visor lights that were red and green in color. There were also several antennas on top of the vehicle. I made contact with the driver who was identified as Mr. Jeremy Kurck. I observed a badge around his neck as well as a body worn camera. I asked Mr. Kurck to turn on the lights to see if there were any blue lights attached to his truck. Mr. Kurck turned on the lights and I observed a dash camera and a mounted radar that is identical to the ones we use in our emergency vehicles.”“During a vehicle tow inventory of the truck there were also several other items inside that resembled law enforcement equipment as well. Those items were several pairs on hand cuffs, expandable baton and holder, a taser with the warning label that says may cause death or serious physical injury, a seat organizer like we use, a flashlight, pepper spray, bear spray, a radio that had our dispatch channel programmed inside it, and a portable breath test for determining blood alcohol content.”“Mr. Kurck was dressed in tan tactical pants and black polo which is extremely similar to the uniform that we wear at the Sheriff's Office. Mr. Kurck stated that he is a civil process server and was headed to the high school to serve a civil paper. Mr. Kurck stated he works for himself but this was his first paper to serve. Mr. Kurck was convicted of aggravated assault in 2008 and isn't allowed to serve civil process papers in the State of Arkansas. Mr. Kurck stated that he worked for ADEM. After checking with ADEM it was learned that Mr. Kurck was only an amateur radio operator for them. ADEM requested that we seize the radio and his ADEM identification card.”“The vehicle was towed to the Lonoke County Sheriff's Office for further investigation and Mr. Kurck was transported to the Lonoke County Detention. Since Mr. Kurck's arrest, the Lonoke County Sheriff's Office has received information from some Central Arkansas Law Enforcement Agencies and citizens that this individual has been making contact with the public as a law enforcement officer.”After publicizing Kurck's arrest, the Lonoke County Sheriff's Office asked the public to let them know if they had encountered Kurck impersonating a police officer. In response, the Sheriff's Office received numerous emails from members of the public and members of law enforcement regarding their encounters with Not-Officer Kurck. There's even a letter from the DEA!True Crime Podcast 2023 Police Interrogations, 911 Calls and True Police Stories Podcast

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Michigan's AutoTalk Episode 68: "Ford's Raptor R, Pinewood Derby Cars, and a Big Daddy Don Garlits Tale"In this episode, executive producer Phil Tower and co-hosts Al Schwinkendorf and Joh Puhek bring you three important auto-related news and history storiesFirst off, we have news from Ford Trucks...the announcement that the 2023 model year brings the all-new F-150® Raptor R™, Ford's most potent F-150 Raptor ever, with a 5.2-liter supercharged V8 that cranks out 700 horsepower and 640 lb.-ft. of torque...a truck Ford says is built for extreme off-roading adventuresNext up, we reminisce about the legendary Boy Scouts originated Pinewood derby races that will be 70 years old in 2023. Interestingly enough, the first pinewood derby was held on May 15, 1953, in Manhattan Beach, California by Cub Scout Pack 280C. The pinewood derby concept was created by the Pack's Cubmaster, Don Murphy. Since Mr. Murphy's son was too young to participate in the popular Soap Box Derby races, he came up with the idea of racing miniature wood cars. The rest as we know is full of pinewood derby race stories told for decades!Finally, Al has news of a historically significant event in the life of now 90-year-old drag Racing legend, Big Daddy Don Garlits. Garlits is known across the world as the Godfather of drag racing. Garlits perfected the rear-engine Top Fuel dragster, an innovation motivated by the loss of part of his foot in a dragster accident...a much safer design since it put most of the fuel processing and rotating parts of the dragster behind the driver. Garlits was also the first drag racer to officially surpass the 170, 180, 200, 240, 250, and 270 mile-per-hour marks in the quarter mile; he was also the first to top 200 mph in the 1⁄8 mi. To put it simply, he was a man built for speed.Online:https://garlits.com/Ford Raptor R:https://media.ford.com/content/fordmedia/fna/us/en/news/2022/07/18/700-horsepower-new-ford-f-150-raptor-r.htmlOfficial Boy Scouts Pinewood Derby car Kit:https://www.scoutshop.org/official-pinewood-derby-car-kit-17006.htmlLike us on Facebook:https://www.facebook.com/MichigansAutoTalkPodcastMichigan's AutoTalk podcast is available on Apple Podcasts, Spotify, iHeartRadio, Google Podcasts, Amazon Audio, Spreaker.com, Deezer, and Podcatcher.Oh, and if you'd like our podcast, please leave a review! 

11AT THE NEXT MEETING, I began to see a pattern, a structure, developing. A Tars meeting had three parts: a rehearsal, the meeting itself, and free time.     The rehearsal was, all things considered, my favorite part of the meeting. One might contend that the rehearsal wasn't really part of the meeting at all, but I would disagree. I think that the rehearsal period stood in relation to the meeting as a preface stands in relation to the work that follows it or as an hors d'oeuvre stands to the meal that follows it. What is the nature of the prefatory relationship? The preface stands apart from the work, hors d'oeuvre, but is related to the work, since it prepares the mind for the work, and the two together—the work and the preface to it—are components of a larger work: the volume in which they both appear. The hors d'oeuvre stands apart from the meal, but is related to the meal, since it prepares the palate for the meal, and the two together—the meal and the hors d'oeuvre—are components of a larger work: the evening's dining tout compris. The rehearsal period became an important part of the Thursday evenings that were given over to the Tars. I liked the rehearsal because I led the Tars then. They looked to me for guidance since I was the only person in the old gymnasium who had an up-to-the-minute copy of the manual. I was the only one who knew the latest revision of the oath, the only one who knew on any given evening how many traits there were and what their relative importance was. I was the only one who knew the latest system of ranks and privileges. I was often the only one who knew what rank a given Tar held from one Thursday to the next.     While Mr. Summers had the highest-ranking Tars in the coach's office for their humility session, I kept the other Tars hopping, running through new maneuvers, reciting new rigmaroles, and, above all, polishing and polishing the stable elements. I wish I could say that the rest of the Tars enjoyed this part of the evening as much as I did. They groaned and moaned and hooted and howled each time I handed out a new version of the manual. Since Mr. Summers was moving on while I was trying to perfect the past, he was always a step ahead of me, and at the end of the rehearsal I often had to announce that most of what the Tars had just practiced would be changed next week. I began to worry about a mutiny.     “Next week,” I said, one Thursday, “I'm going to collect your old manuals and give you a brand-new manual with some exciting new changes in it.” Grumbling, groaning, hooting, howling.     “But listen,” I said, impulsively, optimistically. “There's going to be something special in it. A whole new section called ‘Tales for Tars.'”     I can't say that this made them any happier, but I can say that it made me miserable. For weeks thereafter I tried to get even one of the tales into a condition that I would consider ready for the Tars to read. I couldn't seem to do it. Mr. Summers got wind of my promise and began asking about it every week.     “Not ready yet?” he might say. “That's too bad. You're not trying to make it too perfect, are you Peter? Remember that a Tar knows when to say ‘good enough.'”     “Aye, sir,” I said.     To the Tars as a group, he said, “I hope that all of you will remember that. I'm sure you've probably heard your parents say something like, ‘Anything worth doing is worth doing well.'”     Indeed I had—not my parents, but Guppa. I remembered him in his cellar, raising the last coil he had had to wind for the radio he was building me, and saying, “If you're not ready to do what has to be done the way it should be done, then you're not ready to do it at all.”     “Well,” said Mr. Summers, “I certainly don't want to suggest for a moment that your parents don't know what they're talking about. No, sir. A Tar always keeps his ears open when his parents are talking. However, a Tar takes what he hears with a grain of salt. A Tar knows that sometimes good enough is good enough.”     This sounded a lot like my father, who had told me that one of the big lessons in life was “knowing when to quit.”     Mr. Summers looked at me, and he said, “A Tar knows that nobody's perfect, that perfection is an unattainable goal, and that although he pursues perfection, he will never reach it any more than he will reach the horizon on the vasty sea. He knows that anything he tries to do will fall short of the ideal, and, knowing that, he knows when to quit. He knows when to say, ‘Ahhhh, the heck with it. Nobody else will notice.'”In Topical Guide 225, Mark Dorset considers Prefaces from this episode.Have you missed an episode or two or several?You can begin reading at the beginning or you can catch up by visiting the archive or consulting the index to the Topical Guide.You can listen to the episodes on the Personal History podcast. Begin at the beginning or scroll through the episodes to find what you've missed.You can ensure that you never miss a future issue by getting a free subscription. (You can help support the work by choosing a paid subscription instead.)At Apple Books you can download free eBooks of “My Mother Takes a Tumble,” “Do Clams Bite?,” “Life on the Bolotomy,” “The Static of the Spheres,” “The Fox and the Clam,” “The Girl with the White Fur Muff,” “Take the Long Way Home,” “Call Me Larry,” and “The Young Tars,” the nine novellas in Little Follies, and Little Follies itself, which will give you all the novellas in one handy package.You'll find an overview of the entire work in  An Introduction to The Personal History, Adventures, Experiences & Observations of Peter Leroy. It's a pdf document. Get full access to The Personal History, Adventures, Experiences & Observations of Peter Leroy at peterleroy.substack.com/subscribe

This month, Chief Rickard sat down with Otisville Elementary School Principal, Mr. Vincent Biele.  Mr. Biele has worked in Otisville Elementary School as an administrator for 14 years but he started his career in education well before that. The last time he was on the podcast was almost 2 years ago, on September, 2020, where he and Chief Rickard spoke about what parents and students can expect when Otisville Elementary School reopens during the Covid-19 pandemic.  Since  Mr. Biele is retiring this year, Chief Rickard wanted to invite him to the podcast again.  This time around, the focus was about Vinny's career and future.  We hope you enjoy this episode.

Tim Schlanghecke is the Country Director for Flavour of Symrise in Japan. Mr. Schlanghecke has been in Japan ever since he graduated University from his home country, Germany. He says that he is not able to compare Japanese workplace and management to Germany since he did not work much in Germany. Mr. Schlanghecke says that his first venture was a small brewery that he started in the Japanese countryside, where people did not speak much English. He moved around Japan quite a lot in his early years in Japan, he spent some time in Fukuoka, Hokkaido, Mishima, Shizuoka, Yamagata and the spent some time in the Kansai area before coming to Tokyo. As someone who was passionate about breweries, the natural inclination for Mr. Schlanghecke was to go to the Japanese countryside to work there. The businesses plateaued at one point and then Mr. Schlanghecke decided to move to Tokyo to start his own consulting business, in his expertise niche which was consulting breweries.   Since Mr. Schlanghecke is in a unique industry, Mr. Story asked Mr. Schlanghecke if it was challenging to convince Japanese board members and junior staff that they should come work for his smaller organization and not a larger, more stable, typical Japanese firm. Mr. Schlanghecke says he is passionate about his work and that translates outward and a lot of the time he hopes people see it and join him because of that passion. Japan works differently than other countries, resistance to change is one example of one thing that is different in Japan. Mr. Schlanghecke says that this is almost a philosophical topic as the resistance to change is deeply embedded in Japanese culture and it goes back hundreds of years. Japan's work culture has achieved astronomical things, the amount of total wealth that Japan has generated and the distribution of wealth in Japan has improved phenomenally over the years. Though Mr. Schlanghecke suspects that what worked in the past will not be the same way to be successful in the future. He believes though that we are at a turning point in society and industrialization and modern capitalism as we know it is likely not the way forward. He believes that for the world to be sustainable for future generations, we need to think about climate change, change our way of thinking about society and change the ways of working due to a changing demographic of an aging population. Though Japan has resisted change in the past, it may need to start slowly accepting it given the circumstances.   Mr. Schlanghecke's advice to someone coming into Japan would be to listen first and don't complain. He says a lot of the time people come in and make assumptions on the little knowledge of Japan they may have; he also encourages them to go into details and be more Japanese. Learning about Japan and the Japanese way takes time and patience and an in depth understanding of Japanese. Having been in Japan, Mr. Schlanghecke says that for a foreign company to work in Japan, they need to have 100% backing and support from their head office, all the successes he has seen have worked in this way. Though Mr. Schlanghecke speaks Japanese and he used to work in the Japanese language, he has recently shifted back to communicating in English. He states that the reason for this is that Japanese tends to have nuances and be misunderstood by the other party because of the subtleties, he feels English is a more direct language and people are better able to understand instructions if he speaks in English.

The Subject Matter Expert Tara is a political analyst from PANALIS. PANALIS is Germany's and likely also Europe's No 1 software tool for policy analysis for associations and industry groups. You can find the interview with the two founders dating to April 2019 on our blog post here: www.medium.com/startuprad-io Our Sponsor Startupraven The best way to identify investors and cooperation partners for early-stage startups. Sign up for early access here: Startupraven.com   First 100 days All governments have 100 days before the press hikes up their scrutiny. Since Mr. Scholz was sworn in on December 8th, 2021 as the 9th chancellor of Germany, the first 100 days will be over on March 18th, 2022. So we took the opportunity to have a look at what is potentially on the cards for The interview was recorded before the outbreak of hostilities in Ukraine, so there is no mention. We focus on what to expect from the German Government in very broad terms. Note that the current situation, with Ukraine and Corona, may totally derail the coalition contract, which is what we discuss right now. But for now, we can only discuss what we know. So let's dive in.

The Subject Matter Expert Tara is a political analyst from PANALIS. PANALIS is Germany's and likely also Europe's No 1 software tool for policy analysis for associations and industry groups. You can find the interview with the two founders dating to April 2019 on our blog post here: www.medium.com/startuprad-io Our Sponsor Startupraven The best way to identify investors and cooperation partners for early-stage startups. Sign up for early access here: Startupraven.com First 100 days All governments have 100 days before the press hikes up their scrutiny. Since Mr. Scholz was sworn in on December 8th, 2021 as the 9th chancellor of Germany, the first 100 days will be over on March 18th, 2022. So we took the opportunity to have a look at what is potentially on the cards for The interview was recorded before the outbreak of hostilities in Ukraine, so there is no mention. We focus on what to expect from the German Government in very broad terms. Note that the current situation, with Ukraine and Corona, may totally derail the coalition contract, which is what we discuss right now. But for now, we can only discuss what we know. So let's dive in.

December 8, 2021 - Join us for a conversation between Mr. Hak Cheol Shin, Chief Executive Officer of LG Chem, and Tom Byrne, the President and CEO of The Korea Society. In this third episode of the ‘President's Interview Series,' Mr. Shin will discuss his remarkable career starting out from 3M Korea and serving as the Vice Chair at 3M headquarter in the U.S. to his current role as the CEO of LG Chem. Since Mr. Shin took office in 2019, LG Chem's market capitalization in the Korean stock market has more than doubled to 55 trillion won (US$46.6 billion) from 24 trillion won (US$20.3 billion). This interview will provide an opportunity to learn more about Mr. Shin's role and leadership in LG Chem's growth during the past two years as well as the company's ESG based expanding business portfolio and the next growth engine moving forward. This program was recorded at LG Chem headquarters in Seoul when President Byrne recently visited South Korea. For more information, please visit the link below: https://www.koreasociety.org/policy-and-corporate-programs/item/1541-interview-with-lg-chem-ceo-hak-cheol-shin

Since Mr. 710 was out, Tru spoke on •Is tone everything •Da Baby vs DaniLeigh •Are you selfish --- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/strategicallyreckless/support

Nathan Sheldon was born and raised in the Brazilian jungle where his family was working as linguists. He moved to the Brazilian city of Brasilia when he was 11 and there had electricity and running water for the first time. When Nathan was a senior in high school, his family moved to Colorado Springs. After college, he moved to Norman, OK. Nathan began his career, as an accountant at Deloitte.   In October 2014, Nathan Sheldon was named the tenth Head of School for Casady School after serving as Interim Head of School for four months. Since Mr. Sheldon joined Casady in 2003, he has served as Associate Head of School and Chief Financial Officer.    Mr. Sheldon is married to Staci, a native of Norman. Together they have two children, Sarah and Steven. Welcome, Mr. Sheldon to Action City! 

Mr. Covert Disclosure who works at a hidden government facility housing Cryptids and aliens, answers questions surrounding the Missing.  Who or what is taking them?  Why? And will they be returned? Since Mr. Covert cannot reveal his identity he has provided cloaked audio answering our questions.  Tom Dongo joins us to discuss these paranormal events and what is behind them.  Tom is recognized as a world authority, and one of United States of America's leading authorities, on UFOs, and paranormal occurrences. Tom is also a remote viewer and over the course of many years has  been a key lecturer at numerous U.S national, and international, conferences including the International UFO Congress. Don't miss this one!

After taking a week off for some much-needed voice rest and mental recharging, Mr. CAC is back and his bringing Reano along with him once more! This time they are reminiscing, poorly singing, and bringing up some of the best songs of their young years! That's right, they are hopping in the time machine and traveling to the decade of their formative young years: the 90s!*Disclaimer: CAC isn't a singer, so he doesn't give a dang what you think of his singing, bro!Since Mr. CAC mentioned his other project, Rage, You Nerds, feel free to check out their 90s content this month: https://linktr.ee/ragenerds/ Support the show (https://www.buymeacoffee.com/mrcac) --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/mr-cac/support

Business Manager and Secretary-Treasurer of the Laborers' District Council of Ohio, Ralph E. Cole, joins OLUY. Since Mr. Cole's introduction to the Laborers' Union in 1967, it's been his life's work to advance the Ohio membership and the labor movement overall. His passion and determination earned him seemingly every role within the vast Laborers' organization, and those same qualities shine through in this exclusive interview with Bethany. Listen as they discuss Collective Bargaining Agreements (CBA's), policies, and much more.

In this episode of the Face2Face Podcast series, we have with us Mr. Vivek Bajaj in conversation with Mr. Pran Katariya, an IITian, a former entrepreneur and now a full time stock market participant. He brings with him an immense amount of knowledge and experience of the stock trading business. He has learnt and traded with many experts from both India and the USA, so you surely don't want to miss out on this special face2face podcast. Since Mr. Katariya is an Options trader and avoids creating positions in Futures he will talk candidly about his strategy of preventing huge losses. He will also talk about how he trades in a few stocks where if he is at a loss, he would take a delivery of those shares and hold it for longer lengths. This podcast covers various topics covering aspects such as Options trading, risk management and index trading. The speaker will also give his views on how one can take up trading as a primary source of income. He will talk about the minimum capital required to have a sustainable source of income through trading. So for those who are looking to quit their jobs and take up trading as a full time occupation, his words will be of great help. So be sure to tune in, sit back and relax while the experts make stock trading simplified.

It's episode 45 and Mr. J has almost made it a whole year without getting canceled. Since Mr. J is still talkin on the internet he gives you some hot takes on cancel culture and more B.S. about B.S. Mr. J also checks in with his Offspring for a chat about surviving the zombie apocalypse, creepers, cyber bullies, swearing and middle school. WOW that's a lot of thoughts for only 22 minutes. You better press play and crank up the chill now. DO IT!

Rudy Reyes is the host of The Rude Dog Show. Since Mr. Reyes hails out of California, we started with the Lakers NBA title and Dodgers winning the World Series. We also took a look at how both leagues will get back on the grind and the NFL season so far. --- Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/hsblitzpod/support

Hello Members & Music lovers around the globe, we are back to start of the new year with a very special treat for you. Today we kick off 2019 with some knowledge of classics on Decisive Podcast Series Special. I am truly honoured, excited and pleased to have on the program today a true mastermind in the music game, House music pioneer founder of labels, K Klassik, Black 13 and Tecsoul Deep and this brotha has more than four hands full of releases since the 90 ́s , and whom I have much respect , Mr. K - Alexy Shelby producer/dj/remixer and one the hardest working musicians in the business, Welcome to my program. One of Chicago's true heroes and cited by many as a pioneer the city's sound. His upbringing in Chicago in the 70s and 80s meant that he was exposed to a range of genres and different styles of music including Stevie Wonder, Prince, Curtis Mayfield and David Huff. These same names would prove to be the roots of his influences. Check out the interview as we discuss many topics & historic moments that has shaped Mr. Shelby and with that valuable information he has provided us with K Classic house set for your listening pleasures. Lets get it on and I hope you enjoy the program.Since Mr. Shelby & I got in contact, at the get go, I found out he is a man that likes to get straight to the point and tell it like it is. So let's get right to it!More Info:https://chillloverradio.net/k-alexi-shelbywww.instagram.com/iamkalexishelbywww.twitter.com/KaayAlexiwww.soundcloud.com/mr-k-alexiwww.mixcloud.com/KaayAlexiwww.youtube.com/user/AlexiKaaywww.discogs.com/artist/K-Alexi

Hello Members & Music lovers around the globe, we are back to start of the new year with a very special treat for you. Today we kick off 2019 with some knowledge of classics on Decisive Podcast Series Special. I am truly honoured, excited and pleased to have on the program today a true mastermind in the music game, House music pioneer founder of labels, K Klassik, Black 13 and Tecsoul Deep and this brotha has more than four hands full of releases since the 90 ́s , and whom I have much respect , Mr. K - Alexy Shelby producer/dj/remixer and one the hardest working musicians in the business, Welcome to my program. One of Chicago's true heroes and cited by many as a pioneer the city's sound. His upbringing in Chicago in the 70s and 80s meant that he was exposed to a range of genres and different styles of music including Stevie Wonder, Prince, Curtis Mayfield and David Huff. These same names would prove to be the roots of his influences. Check out the interview as we discuss many topics & historic moments that has shaped Mr. Shelby and with that valuable information he has provided us with K Classic house set for your listening pleasures. Lets get it on and I hope you enjoy the program. Since Mr. Shelby & I got in contact, at the get go, I found out he is a man that likes to get straight to the point and tell it like it is. So let’s get right to it! More Info: https://chillloverradio.net/k-alexi-shelby www.instagram.com/iamkalexishelby www.twitter.com/KaayAlexi www.soundcloud.com/mr-k-alexi www.mixcloud.com/KaayAlexi www.youtube.com/user/AlexiKaay www.discogs.com/artist/K-Alexi

Darrell Castle talks about the new Federal Reserve Chairman recently appointed by President Trump. Transcript / Notes MEET THE FED'S NEW BOSS Hello, this is Darrell Castle with today's Castle Report.  Today is Friday, November 10, 2017, and as you may know November 10 is the Marine Corps birthday.  I couldn't let that day go by without at least saying “Happy Birthday” to my fellow Marines.  I should also mention the tragic shooting at a church in Texas as the important story for the week but, despite the tragedy,  today we discuss something more mundane but something of great importance, and that is President Trump's appointment of the new Federal Reserve Chairman. Assuming confirmation by the Senate, and that seems like a mere formality, the new Fed Chairman will be Jerome “Jay” Powell.  Mr. Powell is a graduate of Princeton University and Georgetown University Law School so he is a lawyer not an economist.  He is a former investment banker with a little Treasury Department time under George H. W. Bush.  He was also a partner in the Carlyle Group, which is basically a Bush Family hangout for financial wheelers and dealers, but he was appointed to the Federal Reserve Board in 2012 by Barack Obama.  Since Mr. Powell's appointment he has never cast a single vote against Janet Yellen or the Federal Reserve Board's decisions; not one no vote in six years. His series of votes supporting board decisions is very relevant because it makes him safe.  Mr. Powell will not rock the boat, or so it appears.  President Trump interviewed several people before he settled on Jay Powell but reportedly Steve Mnuchin, Secretary of the Treasury, pushed hard for Powell.  One must assume that things will remain the same because if Mr. Powell has his own opinions about monetary policy, how would anyone know what they are since he has never dissented from standard policy? Those who have known me for a while, and have listened to my pod cast on why the Fed should be abolished, know how I feel about it, but until someone like me is elected we are apparently stuck with it so we should try to understand it. The Federal Reserve (Fed) is basically a cartel of the 12 Federal Reserve Banks and the Chairman or director of each of those banks makes up the Federal Reserve Board.  The Fed board is appointed by the President, as is the chairman of the board.  The opportunity to appoint directors is not as intensely examined as the opportunity to appoint Supreme Court Justices, but the board is vitally important since it determines monetary policy, i.e., interest rates, etc., for the United States. The Federal Reserve has existed since 1914, having been formed in late December 1913, but over the last four decades it has gained tremendously in power and independence in policy making.  It's during that forty-year period, thanks in part to four strong chairmen, that the Fed has been able to operate with little or no oversight from Congress or the President.  The only control seems to be the President's appointment of the Board, although from a list he is given, and appointment of the chairman, also from a list he is given. Those four Chairs were: Paul Volcker, who was brought in to raise interest rates and slow inflation during the Carter Presidency; Alan Greenspan, who served for almost 20 years and whose role was to keep the system running smoothly and it worked until the crises of 2007-8;  Ben Bernanke, who came in to clean up the housing mess and instituted a policy of money printing known as “quantitative easing“, which still exists to some extent; and Janet Yellen.  Under Bernanke and Yellen ,the Fed expanded its mandate to ensure full employment and protect the dollar to a role of financial stability. During the campaign, Trump seemed to be on a collision course with the Fed since he criticized Fed policy relentlessly.  He even accused the Fed of keeping interest rates low in the campaign to help Clinton.  Many people, myself included,

Tyrian? Valerian? Dragons? Could George RR Martin's Game of Thrones be nothing but an homage to the great Disney/Paramount hybrid Dragonslayer from 1981? Since Mr. Martin considers Vermithrax Pejorative the greatest cinematic dragon of all time, it just may be. Matt and Mark review the 35 year old dragon picture and believe that its classic affects still hold up to this day. An aged ragged bat-like dragon brings realism to the mythical beast, assuming such a monster had once existed. Beyond its quest/dragon mantle, Dragonslayer builds out its characters into complicated moral creatures questioning justice and the statusquo of patriarchy.Download: 208 Dragonslayer

Click Here Or On Above Image To Reach Our ExpertsUS. Can Learn From China's Spot-The-Spy ProgramBEIJING—In Xi Jinping's campaign to galvanize China around threats to national security, the latest focus has turned to spies.In recent weeks, the country has dramatically amped up a call for vigilance even from its youngest citizens, with games such as “Spot the Spy” being played in schools.Around the first-ever National Security Education Day in mid-April, volunteers in Beijing handed out thousands of umbrellas imprinted with a hotline to call to report any perceived risks.Posters have gone up in housing complexes and at subway stops with a cartoon story of a foreigner posing as an academic who tricks his Chinese girlfriend into leaking state secrets. The various campaigns warn of other guises as well, including consultants or commercial investigators.Since Mr. Xi assumed power in 2012, the country has sought to beef up domestic security, including passing a counterespionage law and a national-security law last year. The emphasis comes as Mr. Xi moves to shore up the party's hold on power and build social cohesion amid more trying economic times. PRO-DTECH II FREQUENCY DETECTOR(Buy/Rent/Layaway)The government says the national-security law was needed to counter emerging threats, from cybercrime to terrorism. “We ordinary people need to open our eyes and protect the nation's core interests,” said a security official in the northeastern city of Tianjin, where a banner urged residents to “build a Great Wall of Iron and Steel.”CELLPHONE DETECTOR (PROFESSIONAL)(Buy/Rent/Layaway)Historian and Chinese politics expert  Zhang Lifan said the emphasis on vigilance seems to reflect insecurity within the Communist Party, which under Mr. Xi has sought to strengthen patriotism and drill citizens in “core socialist values.”PRO-DTECH III FREQUENCY DETECTOR(Buy/Rent/Layaway)“The national-security law is actually a security law for the ruling party,” said Mr. Zhang, who says that Chinese society has become increasingly splintered along lines of wealth and privilege.PRO-DTECH III FREQUENCY DETECTOR(Buy/Rent/Layaway)Economic growth rates hit a 25-year low last year, and outbreaks of labor unrest have increased throughout the country.“In the past, the idea of the ‘enemy' wasn't so broadly defined,” Mr. Zhang said. As the leaders' “sense of crisis has gone up, they see more and more enemies.”PRO-DTECH III FREQUENCY DETECTOR(Buy/Rent/Layaway)Xenophobia ran deep in China during the Maoist years, when the country tried to purge itself of foreign influences and family members were asked to inform on each other. Such sentiment has since waxed and waned.In the post-Deng Xiaoping era, China has mostly been focused on opening up, said Mr. Zhang, who said he can't recall a time since the Cultural Revolution when fears about foreign spies have been ratcheted up as much as recently.WIRELESS/WIRED HIDDENCAMERA FINDER III(Buy/Rent/Layaway)Some social-media users have cheered on government efforts. “There are too many anti-China traitors—in the future, we should be careful about those second-generation and third-generation Chinese born overseas who come back to work,” wrote one user of Weibo, a Twitter-like platform.PRO-DTECH IV FREQUENCY DETECTOR(Buy/Rent/Layaway)“Friends, I'll just say one thing: only if we have a country do we have a home, and national security is a necessity. It falls to us all to safeguard,” added another.Others were sarcastic or accused the government of trying to distract people from more pressing issues.Wireless Camera Finder(Buy/Rent/Layaway)“I suspect that China's problematic vaccines were from external enemy forces, and the drug-supervision agency must have been cooperating with them too,” wrote one Weibo user, referring to a recent medical-supply scandal. “How evil, I hate those spies.”MAGNETIC, ELECTRIC, RADIO ANDMICROWAVE DETECTOR(Buy/Rent/Layaway)“Why don't you solve peoples' livelihood problems, why do this useless stuff?” wrote another. “Are you hoping to eliminate people who think differently through this crime of ‘espionage'?”COUNTERSURVEILLANCE PROBE / MONITOR(Buy/Rent/Layaway)WARNINGS ABOUND“Made Friends Carelessly and Was Incited to Act Against the Country, Stole Secrets, Was Caught and Became a Prisoner”—a billboard displayed in Zibo, Shandong province.